[ The cultists are in a corner of the classroom playing daihinmin, curtains drawn to darken the room from the afternoon sun and unlit candles scattered here and there amongst them— for the atmosphere, mostly, but unlit because it would be too hot to light them and it'd be a waste if the wax melted simply from the ambient heat of summer.

One or two make to stand up when Lucifer first enters the room as if to greet him and invite him to play, but the expression on his face and the fact that Clamor is also here gets them to slowly sit back down again on their knees, hands on their laps, staring down at the floor like a group of guilty children caught playing before they finished their chores. Hikaru is sitting behind one of the other cultists and tries very hard not to meet Clamor's eyes, aka they're doing that thing where they quickly glance over at Clamor and pray he's not looking back at them at the same time. ]

We- we tried... back when you first taught us. Fujioka-senpai brought us sage, bay leaves, and basil and everything! There was blood on some of the stuff, though... We washed it off and let it dry again, and didn't think it would be a problem...