A/N- Well guys, the time has come and I got a sudden burst of inspiration to write...this. And since it's the summer, I'll have more time to work on it. Thank god. Enjoy!
There are three very distinct levels of the world: Heaven, Hell, and the Earth we're familiar with. However, Heaven and Hell happen to be very similar in that they represent two magnetic polarities of the moral compass. These sides would usually be referred to as "good" and "evil", but those terms had transformed into "hope" and "despair" around the fourth millennium of activity. Other than that fact, the overall state of life was completely different between the two. Residents of Heaven cherished clarity, structure, and the goodness of life and the future. Residents of Hell cherished the confusion of others, chaos, and the sight of there being no possible solution. Residents of Heaven wanted to help shape the world, into a better place. Residents of Hell wanted to destroy it in an apocalypse (Which is just bound to happen soon, I'll tell ya!). Residents of Heaven listened to Nikki Minaj and Beyonce. Residents of Hell listened to Iggy Azalea and Blood on the Dance Floor.
Earth is an entirely different story. It's something entirely in its own field. It's inhabited by these things called humans, who look considerably like both demons and angels but don't harbor any cool supernatural powers like being able to turn a lamp on and off by clapping or planting a giant black monster with insects oozing out of it in some punky teenager's car. They were a mixed bag alright, which is exactly why Heaven and Hell keep sending people up or down there to keep things either really good or really bad. You see, with these powers, the angels and demons could change Earth to whatever would be fitting for their land. That was the only reason most of them stuck around, anyway, besides the different varieties of foods and those adorable little things called animals that were honestly 5,000 times more entertaining than the humans ever were. Have you ever seen a person catch a frisbee in their mouth? No, I don't think you have.
Anyway, despite being opposites in almost every sense of the world, Heaven and Hell weren't always at each other's throats. A fight hadn't broken out since and angel and a demon both got horribly drunk at an Irish pub during a soccer match, but that was resolved when the game ended in a draw and the angel was stripped of his powers for drinking in the first place. Other than that, all of the legitimate wars happened back in the times of creation, when both sides were trying to get the upperhand with the humans. They spent most of their time after that silently hating each other's guts. Well, the people of Hell did. The people of Heaven only wished to reform the people of Hell, but they grew so frustrated at the Hell-dweller's stubbornness that it really did seem like they hated them. In short, they lived in the Age of Passive Aggression, and it was supposed to stay that way.
That is, until Hell decided to be a bit rebellious and attempted to create the most despair-inducing incident known to angel, demon, AND mankind.
The clouds of Heaven were notoriously considered the most aesthetically pleasing landscape in the entire universe, but they were also notoriously considered the worst surface to run on in the entire universe, especially if you're wearing sandals and are top heavy due to your impractically styled afro.
But no one said it was impossible, and due to the importance of the news he held, Yasuhiro Hagakure decided to run across the expanse of clouds regardless of this.
During his little jog, Hagakure had been greeted with extremely confused, yet incredibly polite stares, the voices of many shouting "Run, Forest, run!" (Because who on Heaven HADN'T seen that movie?), and one very particular voice telling him not to run on the clouds. He was able to power through it while only getting distracted a total of ten times, though he reckoned it would have been easier if he could use his powers to teleport or fly to the regal location. If only he hadn't gotten so incredibly drunk and fought with that demon two or three decades ago.
As the day came to a close, Hagakure had just reached a set of large, pristine white stairs that lead to an even larger and more pristine white castle. It's shape sort resembled a school building.
He hastily ran inside the currently open gate, completely disregarding the guard carrying a huge, and not to mention sharp, sword, earning a hand at his chest.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing, asssss- Just, what do you think you're doing?" he questioned. Hagakure dipped his head. The guy was tall, and seemingly bulky. The thick suit of armor and weapon didn't make him any less intimidating, but the sudden cop-out did. Cursing was also prohibited. It was something even the other angels joked about.
"Dude, Oowada-chi, you gotta let me in there!" Hagakure pleaded, "I got big news. Big news. Bad news."
"Yeah, right. Last time you told me something important was going on, it was just one of your false prophecies saying that the sky was going to turn green or something."
"This is different. Something super freaky just happened! It could get us all!"
"Is it a f...f...fricking ghost again?!
"If only it was, man. If only it was!"
Oowada sighed gruffly, clenching his fists. "Fine, I'll let you in. But if it turns out this is just one of your little scams, I'll-"
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Oowada-chi!" Hagakure said, violently shaking Oowada's balled-up hand like a lunatic. He then dashed inside, his sandals audibly slapping the very expensive and meticulously built floors. Oowada grumbled some words about him under his breath that almost violated the angel edicate. The metal gloves he fashioned bent under his fingers.
Hagakure ran through the very school-like hallways to the very school-like lobby, turning the corner and barging into the dining room, which very much resembled a school cafeteria.
At the head of one of the larger tables sat a rabbit dressed as, you guessed it, an angel, with a staff leaning on the chair it was sitting in; it looked like something the humans would buy for their offspring at huge supermarkets, but it wasn't treated as such.
"Ah, Queen Usami!" Hagakure shouted, gesticulating wildly. "I, your responsible messenger, Yasuhiro Hagakure, have news!"
The rabbit looked up from her meal, which was really just there for decoration because she really didn't have the ability to consume anything. However, she still kept a chef around anyway to feed the other servants, and payed him for his work. "News?" she asked curiously, "For me?"
"Yes, for you!" He pointed at her dead in the eye before remembering pointing wasn't polite and lowering his hand.
"Well, what is it?"
"Uh...uh...the news is that...how much time do you have?" he panted. His gaze searched for a wall clock.
Usami put her head in her paws. "Don't tell me you fowgot!"
"I didn't forget! I don't think I did, at least." He shook his head to snap him back into focus. "The news is that...," he paused, taking a moment to lean into Usami's personal vicinity. "He's been born."
"Who's been born?"
"He's been born."
Usami was puzzled, and honestly uncomfortable with Hagakure arching over her, especially with the sweat running down his face. "W-Who's he?"
"He is him."
Usami still felt confused. There were too many different entities to keep track of to associate some of them with italicized pronouns. "Could you be more specific, pwease?"
"You know, him. What was it, Satan's creation? Uh, yeah. He's been born. Fujisaki-chi sent me an email about it and everything. My mom saw it and nearly had a heart attack. It's okay, she's all good now! But yeah." And at that moment, he collapsed on the table.
"Oh." Usami blinked a few times. "That's not vewy good."
Come on, you can do it Ikusaba thought to herself as she paced back and forth anxiously behind the hospital, a cherubic-looking baby in hand. Junko told you to do this. She'll appreciate it.
The task was simple. Drop off the little demon spawn at the hospital, and let Tsumiki take care of the rest. However, it just seemed so difficult. Maybe it was because she was carrying around what was quite possibly the most dangerous being in the universe; in a little over sixteen years time, that baby would exterminate the entirety of Earth, and Heaven, for that matter. Or maybe the feeling of apprehension came from the fact that the job was bestowed on her by Junko Enoshima, her sister, and the Destroyer of Worlds' mother.
Oh yes, that particularly didn't make her want to fail. If that happened, she would lose every chance of gaining respect from her, and maybe get a few major lacerations to. Point was, she could not, under any circumstances, mess up.
Ikusaba looked at the infant in her arms. It was born only two days ago, but it still had enough blood splotches on it for it to pass for two hours. Noticing the pink stains on the baby's arms, legs, and torso made Ikusaba recall how much worse he looked when he had just been delivered as a kicking and screaming mess. The procedure was performed with rusted tools that you wouldn't find in the hospital she was lingering around, and Enoshima had refused to take any sort of medication to ease the pain beforehand so that she could feel the despair of the moment. She cackled the entire time.
Ikusaba accepted this as simply the way people in Hell rolled.
The baby didn't look like a Destroyer of Worlds. No, he was actually quite adorable. He had cute little toesy-woesies, and plump little cheeks, and a nice little laugh...and...
I'm getting distracted she reminded herself, shutting the noise of the giggling baby off mentally with a cock of her head in his direction. No, really, the baby stopped giggling right then and there, only moving his arms and mouth happily as if he was giggling; a miniature mime without the French hat and weird make-up. The effect would wear off in about twenty minutes or so.
Inhaling the gumption to start the task (Failing to begin it happened to fall into the "messing up" category), Ikusaba took a sharp dagger out of her coat and jammed it into the lock of the backdoor with much badassery. Ikusaba had a habit of looking like a character straight out of G.I. Joe, or maybe even Call of Duty if there were a couple explosions happening in the background.
The door creaked open, and Ikusaba stepped inside, placing the knife discreetly back inside her coat for appearance's sake. Tsumiki had to be there somewhere. She was fairly decent at following Enoshima's instructions, sometimes accidently bruising herself in the process. Either way, she wasn't the type to wander off from the job to go chase a fairy or something in this sort of situation.
The hospital was busy. Nurses dressed in scrubs wheeled patients left and right. Ikusaba's aimless walking and uninjured body didn't seem to blend in well with the rest of the guests there, who were sitting rigid on benches doing breathing exercises, though everyone's preoccupations allowed her the maneuver through the place inconspicuously.
Arriving at the lobby, she spotted Tsumiki fidgeting restlessly with her hands beside the front desk. Seeing how she was dressed in her nurse outfit, that was probably the only place she could fidget restlessly with her hands without earning a lecture from a superior who had never even seen Tsumiki before today. But hey, she had a medical degree, and this particular hospital was pretty desperate in terms of employment, so why not let her in?
Ikusaba walked up to her. Tsumiki still looked very interested in those gloved hands of hers. Ikusaba tapped her lightly on the shoulder. "Aha! I-I'll get back to work...I...Ikusaba-san! Y-You're here!"
"Yeah." Ikusaba nodded, holding out the newborn. "Here's the Destroyer of Worlds. I muted him for a little while."
"Oh, t-thank you! Hehe, he's quite the cute one, isn't he?" Tsumiki fumbled with her hands for one more moment before taking the baby into her own arms.
"He is," Ikusaba agreed with a very slight grin. "Say, since he's going to a normal family, what happened to their own baby?"
"Ah, Enoshima asked me to g-get rid of it, s-so I did. The garbage truck probably picked it up already. No one will find out, or at least that's what s-she told me. It'll be a secret..."
Ikusaba thought the reveal of the disposal of the baby was quite disturbing, but opposing acts of despair were also seen as "messing up" in a sense, especially since she had been living there her whole life, so simply widening her eyes had to suffice. "So...I'll guess I'll leave him in your hands then. We probably seem a little suspicious just talking like this."
"Eh? Suspicious? A-Ah, then yes. I'll take ahold of him. You can go back to Hell, and tell Enoshima that everything is g-going according to plan!" Tsumiki started shifting her arms so that maybe her hands could intertwine again, but the body she was holding prevented her from doing so.
"Ah- Alright then. I'll get back and tell Enoshima everything was a success. You...you just finish the job and maybe get some rest?" Tsumiki shook her head. Her anxiousness was always a bit unsettling to Ikusaba. She remembered the times where the girl would work for 96 hours straight. Demons don't particularly need sleep the way humans do, yes, but it wouldn't hurt to doze off on the couch for two hour or so every day. She was always out to serve people, living up to her abilities, and apologizing like an unrealistically honest child after breaking a single cup after cleaning two loads of already sparkling dishes if she failed in even the most minor way possible.
Actually, that exact scenario had probably happened once or twice before.
Point was, Ikusaba noticed that she didn't want to disappoint anyone EVER, especially Enoshima, and that's why she was able to throw a goddamn infant in the trash can without any noticeable guilt. Maybe if that newborn wanted a clean diaper and a Starbucks coffee, she would have thought about her actions differently, but she most likely still would have thrown it in the trash.
Okay, Ikusaba thought as she exited the hospital the way she came in, looking just as badass as she did walking in. If Enoshima had ordered it, it was the right choice. She reached back into her jacket, but instead of pulling out a dagger, she took out a firetruck-red object that sort of looked like a used tampon with a black button on it. Upon pressing the button, a gigantic swirling purple vortex appeared right in front of her. Streams of mist seeped out of it, whispering "Despair" in the eerie voice you'd hear in B-rated horror films. The voices were that of a struggling actress who made small voice overs, playing the part of Eerie Voice each time. Despite her constant appearances, her work had been played for so many centuries that the people of Hell didn't really give a shit about her anymore, but her agent kept giving her these types of roles out of the hope that she would make an eventual comeback.
Anyway, without further ado, Ikusaba stepped into the swirling vortex, and it closed behind her with a "blip".
Tsumiki simply stood in place out of fear. Not the "white as a ghost, froze in absolute shock" kind of fear, but the fear one feels when they're holding a mute baby and their soon-to-be family will probably be wondering where he is. The effect would have to wear off soon. She was capable of demonic spells too, and she knew it wouldn't last more than 19 minutes and 59 seconds, but she hadn't been eyeing the clock due to being occupied with her own fingers and she didn't count the seconds she spent talking to Ikusaba, nor did she ask her when the spell was placed.
If worse came to worst, she would simply have to produce the noises herself. She could make pretty convincing dog and pig ones, so the ones of a baby couldn't be too hard to mimic. She already had an oddly high-pitched and childlike voice in the first place.
However, she supposed that wouldn't be necessary as the baby screeched like a bloody vulture right then and there, promptly slapping Tsumiki in the face with a small chubby hand. In a few seconds time, the entire lobby was staring at her. A senior doctor scowled at her. "Sorry, sorry! H-He just...he wants his mother! Y-Yes, I'll bring him to her right this second!"
Tsumiki felt the urge to slump off to the corner, but she was right. He simply needs his mother (And maybe a bottle of milk too). Well, his motherly figure until he turns 16 or so. Now, where was this family's room? 1C, she remembered, quickly skedaddling down the hallway.
She rushed to the room, slamming the door open hurriedly before quickly catching the knob before it banged against the wall and chipped it. "H-Here's your son, Naegi-san! I-I'm sorry, I just took him tooooo...explore! I-It's a really b-beautiful thing when newborns get to see the outside world for the first time, don't you think?"
The woman, who I will be referring to as Madame Naegi for the time being, simply yawned, though for a woman who just gave birth hours ago, she was quite peppy. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh," she said to herself, getting progressively louder with each syllable. "Yes, it is! It is! M-May I hold him?"
"O-Of course," Tsumiki told her, handing the baby over. "Eh, another doctor will be coming to weigh him sometime soon, though."
Madame Naegi didn't listen. She was too busy cooing over the demonic hellspawn she was cradling in her arms. "I've always wanted a child. My husband and I got this one on the first try. We were sooooo lucky, don't you think?"
"Y-Yes, definitely."
"It's like this child is our own good luck. A beacon of hope for us, for sure."
Tsumiki swallowed a lump in her throat at the sentimentality. "I s-suppose you already have a name picked out...I'll be on my w-way!"
"Oh no, come to think of it, we don't have a name picked out. It wouldn't be a bother if you helped us choose, would it?"
Tsumiki swallowed another lump, this one smaller, but still a lump nonetheless.
"Okay, do you have a-anything in mind?"
"I like Makoto. Makoto's a nice name."
That was too average, Tsumiki thought. There were already at least a thousand Makoto's wandering around Japan, and as far as she knew, most of them happened to be extremely buff swimmers. Junko's son was not going to be a buff swimmer. "How about Y-Yogan or Hariken?"*
Madame Naegi blinked a few times at Tsumiki.
"I agree. M-Makoto's a nice name."
A/N- *Yogan and Hariken mean lava and hurricane in English. Why not give the "Destroyer of Worlds" and apocalyptic name?
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this weird story I came up with. Thank you all.