William James Moriarty

William looked out over the students gathered in the classroom, a mild smile on his lips. "If you have any questions, feel free to ask." He said in a clear voice that carried throughout the classroom.

There was a rustling of pens on paper as his students got to work at solving the complicated equation in the board. It gave William an opportunity to study his students, all young adults, nobility, with a range of abilities in an academic context. The job was a good cover for his true purpose for being in Durham. To undermine the upper class and aid as many of the proletariat as he could. He had already killed two nobles in his short stay so far and this was only the beginning.

After all, hell was empty and all the devils were here.