"Prime is the name for the human world. Are you human, right? Are we in trouble?"

"I'm human. I don't think you're in trouble, but you're here, and that's weird and kind of alarming. The school's priority is gonna be getting you back where you came from. Unless you don't want to go back, and you're not evil and dangerous, in which case you might be able to stay. It just occurred to me that maybe Hell isn't super great and people don't necessarily want to be living there."

Frown. "The translation is weirding out on the word 'Hell' too, our word for our world is 'Tartarus'. But we don't necessarily want to go back."

"Military life is really not for us. I like the access to hot guys, but everything else sucks." He winks. "I am Gavriel, by the way."

"If you're looking for hot guys, Whateley's the place for it. I mean, if you're a teenager. It is a high school. But like, a really weirdly sexy high school. Aaaand I'm Morty. And I'm straight, sorry."

"Aw, too bad. But your heterosexuality is forgiven. Herod, can we stay in the sexy high school? We are teenagers, right?"

"I don't remember the difference between Prime and Tartarus' years, but I think we are. And what do you mean with weirdly sexy?"

"Most mutants are Exemplars, which means they look older than they are and tend towards being conventionally attractive. They also act older than they are. This extends to having a bunch of sex all the time. The school does approximately nothing to discourage this."

There's a knock at the door. Morty opens it a crack. "Hello?"

The door swings open the rest of the way, revealing a young woman dressed in chainmail with a battle hammer at her belt. "Hello!" she says. "Oh, cool, naked people! What's up with that?"

"Hi! We just showed up here all the suddenly. And while this one didn't admit to anything, I think it was his fault, somehow? Anyway, hi! I am Gavriel and Herod forgot to introduce himself properly."

"Hi..." Herod says covering himself and blushing. "You are the one who was sent to talk to us?"

"Morty, did you fuck something up?"

"No! I was just playing around with some cardboard and it turned into some kind of eldritch sigil and then there were naked men in my room!"

"Huh. Well, mysterious nudes, my name is Ariel. I've been sent to provide you with clothing-" she takes two large, somewhat formless bathrobes from her backpack and tosses them to Gavriel and Herod- "and escort you to visit Louis for a threat assessment. If you do not wish to cooperate, I will pick you up one over each shoulder and take you there anyway. Questions? Comments? Concerns?"

The two will put the bathrobes on to the best of their ability given their extra limbs.

"We will go willingly. No need to take us by force."

"My only comment that if you were a boy I might have preferred to be taken by force, maybe next time we crash somewhere."

"Excellent! That makes it much easier. And my apologies for having tits, Gavriel."

She leads them out the door. There are some students leaning out their own doors to stare, but Ariel glares them back into their rooms. "Don't mind the peeping Toms, they're just wondering why I got called in."

Gavriel strust proudly down the hallway winking at the cute guys.

Herod feels sufficiently covered to just ignore the looks. "Is that a common thing? Needing to cart out people for threat assessment, that is."

"Not really, but when two possible demons abruptly pop into existence in the boys' dorm, we like to know if they're after our youth's souls."

"Huh, the translation spell keeps being weird about the word 'demon' and I think part of the issue is that some things match, but some are wrong... We can't take souls."

"Good to know! So what are you like, if you're not demons? It's a ways to Louis' tank."

"We have a word for ourselves," he says it, "and when I ask the translation for a translation it gives your word 'demon' as the best approximation, but not quite right. I am not sure how to explain our species, because... I don't think we are in the human world that we know of."

"Huh, I guess that's obvious. But explaining our species isn't that hard, just compare to what we remember about being human. We look like this, we can fly, we are fire resistant, we have this thing that makes us regenerate and look right. We have fetching horns and tails. Our species' magic is called empowering vices and it gives us a power in exchange of a drawback."

"Nice. No superstrength or anything, though?"