Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho.

"Gentlemen, I have selected the finalists!" a beefy man said in a gruff voice.

There were twelve of them; six sitting at each side of a dark, rectangular table. Each man had his own metal chair and nameplate. There were two more spaces for sitting at each end, but one was occupied by a black projector and the other by a large, leather, cushiony swivel chair. The room was dark and, if not for the tads of sophisticated candlelight, it would be pitch black.

The man who had spoken rose from his seat, (which was one of the two closest to the swivel), and walked to the projector. He pressed a button on the side and an image flared to life.

Another man; who, compared to the other businessmen, seemed more like a boy. He sat across from the beefy man, next to the comfortable swivel. The candlelight made his face seem hollow, and it danced across everyone else's with a spark of fullness. He was the only one without red skin and horns.

Actually, his hair was black, and, as he casually brushed some of the bangs out of his face, you could see his eyes were an unfocused, icy blue. The chilled eyes glanced down at his hands. They were so pale; almost white. His skin was a pale as an Elizabethan noble,with gaunt, handsome features and a gothic, aloof manner.

He looked up carelessly at the screen.

Beelzebub, the large gentleman who he faced, was explaining the finalists in a test the Devil himself had created.

They were to select one Angel; whether it be a White, Fallen, or Hell's, and examine their blood and DNA. Satan wanted to determine what made an Angel, well, an Angel and—

"This is Rebecca. She is a White Angel, and…"

The words drifted through one ear and out the other. He couldn't care less about the girls Beelzebub had picked. They were only finalists because they were pretty, had nice tits, and could flirt with anything.

He rolled his eyes as the tape played, showing how Rebecca was excitedly playing Jump Pop with some Angel Children in Heaven. Many of his associates let a spot of saliva roll off their lips.

They were so engrossed in the video of now Veronica, they didn't notice when Satan stepped in to the office.

He did. The Dark Lord appeared almost like a breath of air, and he nodded to his master.

"My lord."

The other men realized that he was there, and they clumsily, briskly, and quite humorously tried to humble their Everlasting Father.

Satan smiled, revealing rows of perfectly white, razor sharp teeth.

"Good evening gentlemen. I see you started the meeting without me," he said in a soft, amused way.

The other eleven sat down, their skin quivering with fear.

Now Satan was not how most people pictured him. He did not have tomato red skin, large, mahogany horns protruding from his temples, a receding hairline of trimmed, midnight tresses, and a small, pointed, coal-colored goatee. Instead, he was quite the handsome fellow, with an appearance very similar to Dracula. Well, he would. He WAS Dracula's father after all.

Satan gazed at the moving screen.

"Ah, the finalists. And what finalists they are. Such beauty and such grace…they look like Miss United States," he added, his voice hardening. Beelzebub shuddered nervously.

"How many of these prostitutes are there?"

"U-u-uh…f-f-f-five Sir…I-I've already shown three…"

"Keep going. They wouldn't have been good enough anyways."

"Yes Sir…"

Mary, Rebecca, and Veronica had all been the same. Soft, silky, straight-as-a-pin blond hair. Big, baby blue eyes. White robes that were cut in certain styles. Elizabeth was like that too, but with brown hair. All four were White Angels.

He looked to his master. Satan was obviously already not liking the results. Neither did he.

"NEXT."

Beelzebub was startled by the sharp, impatient phrase, but he clicked over to the next video.

It was a normal human girl, sitting at her desk and writing down notes. Satan and the ten laughed, while Beelzebub put a fat hand on the back of his neck and the boy stared at the screen.

His lazy eyes suddenly focused. Energy seemed to gather in his pupils, his eyes becoming an even icier blue.

Her name was Katherine, the screen said, but she was known by her friends as Snow. She was a Fallen Elemental, (the laughing ceased immediately) and an orphan. Katherine lived in an orphanage located just outside of Chicago, Illinois, and she had been Pulled when she was 3.

"Pulled?" someone from the end asked. Beelzebub paused the tape as Satan began to explain.

"It's when an Angel Child has to take a test of goodness. After 5 years of living in Heaven, the Child is sent to the Dark Room. The Dark Room is the only way out of Heaven. It has a hole in the floor, and in that hole are Shadows. The Shadows can tell if an angel is pure or not. If they are pure, they are named White and sent back into Heaven, If not, their memory is erased and, if they go to Earth, they are deemed Fallen, or if they go to Hell, they are named Hell's Angels. You would know, wouldn't you Lucifer?"

The young man turned his attention to Satan.

"What about it?" he asked. "And it's not Lucifer; it's Dark."

The Devil smiled. "Lucifer is a special Hell's Angel. He was bad enough when he was only 3!"

The others laughed, even if they didn't understand what being Pulled was. Lucifer remembered. And quite vividly.

"So it's decided then?" Beelzebub asked. "We'll use Katherine?" Satan nodded and looked at the youngest member of his council. He smiled amusedly again. "I suppose you'll wish to supervise the testing?"

Lucifer looked back at the frozen screen.

It had been paused at a moment where she had been looking over her shoulder, exactly at the camera. She was a brunette; shoulder-length hair that was thick and curly, and had blue eyes identical to his. That icy blue…

She was clutching her left shoulder, the one she was looking over, and right at her fingertips frost had clung to her body.

A Fallen Elemental…

For the first time that day, Lucifer's facial expression changed. His frown cracked into a twisted, sickening grin.

"I'll do it."