You guys know the drill by now.
OOC, AU, T for demons and cussing and so on.
If you haven't read any other story I've written, this will make no sense to you, I'm afraid.
So, without further ado, Bree?
"Zara doesn't own Lab Rats or anything you recognize. If you don't recognize it, it's probably hers."
"Now, now, my good man, this is no time to be making enemies."
Voltaire (on his deathbed in response to a priest asking him that he renounce Satan.)
"Even demons can be polite."
Mark Andrew Poe, Halloween Nightmares: The Amazing Adventures of Harry Moon
Ra'Zara the First proudly presents Heroes.
Bree
Of all the twisted things she had ever thought she'd see in the demon world, Satan wasn't one of them.
"Satan," Bree stammered. "Like, Satan from the Bible? That Satan?"
One of the dragon's large heads lowered and turned a bit so that his eye was all she could see. "What is this Bible thing?"
Another head, though, rolled her eyes and turned away, nosing through a pile of trinkets - servant demons scattered out of her way - until she found what she was looking for. Carefully, she lifted the little object in her mouth and turned back to Bree, dropping it at her feet and in front of the other head's nose. "That is the Bible, idiot."
Bree frowned. Indeed, Satan had dropped an old Bible before her. She carefully picked it up, pulling a face at the saliva that coated the book. Meanwhile, the head that was at her level glanced back up at the one that had gotten the book. "I don't waste time reading like you do," he hissed, baring his yellowed fangs at her.
"Excuse me," Bree interrupted, "but how are you in the Bible? How did you even get a Bible?"
The head in the center seemed amused. "I can get anything I want."
"That didn't answer my first question," Bree muttered.
The head closest to her growled. "Because this is my world, my kingdom, my home. You don't get to ask questions."
"Sorry, Satan...sir," Bree apologized quickly.
One of the heads rolled his eyes. "I hate that name. Satan this, Lucifer that, all because of that stupid little book." The dragon's tail flicked towards Bree, obviously gesturing at the Bible she still held.
"Then what should I call you?" Bree asked.
The center head seemed to smile. "I am Apollyon. I have been since the beginning of time, and I will be forever. Of course, everyone had to start calling me other things since they wrote that book. I suppose Apollyon was too boring for them, so they made up new names. Assigned some ones to me that they had no face for, too."
"And they know about you...how?" Bree found herself asking.
One head snorted, rolling his eyes. "I just said not to ask questions."
Apollyon's paw rose, rubbing the eyes of one head as she hissed, "Just answer them. She's going to keep asking. Humans are curious creatures."
"Echoes of me exist in your mortal world," one of the other female heads answered. "My paw can be in everything, if I so choose. Some can even see me, if they try hard enough. That is why my description is in Revelations."
Bree's curiosity was piqued. "So...the Bible is true, then?"
The head farthest to the right frowned. "That depends. I was never an angel, but I certainly was cast from the world. Not Heaven, mind you. I've never seen anything resembling this 'Heaven' place. I was thrown from the mortal plane into this one. It's why I can still influence your world, to an extent."
"Wait," Bree interrupted. "You were on Earth?"
"It was just a lava ball back then," the head in the center explained. "It wasn't too interesting. Then, one day, a kind of veil dropped between myself and your world, rending demons and essence away from the mortal plane. I've been here ever since."
Bree was stunned. "That would mean..."
"That I am billions of years old?" one head asked.
"That essence was once a part of your world?" another piped up.
"That your perception of history changed?" asked a third.
"That someone had to create this world and banish you to it," Bree finished. "A God - Gods, even - would have had to make it."
All seven heads started laughing. "It was random chance," one chortled.
Bree didn't believe it, though. That something as large and powerful as Apollyon - and other demons, possibly - had once roamed the Earth, but was sent away from the world before they could do any damage to the life that had formed there...
Bree wasn't spiritual at all, but she was having a hard time convincing herself that a scientific explanation was available here.
When Apollyon had finally pulled himself together, one of his heads reached down and nudged her towards Chase. "Well? You're here for your brother, are you not?"
Bree dug her heels into the ground. "You said he'd attack me."
"He won't any longer," one of the heads said, her eyes mischievous. "I can't have slaves killing each other. I would run out of workers."
"Slaves?" Bree echoed, dread rising in her.
"Slaves," the center head hissed. "I'm already bored with you, so start cleaning my things."
Bree narrowed her eyes defiantly. "I'm not a slave, and neither is Chase."
"Oh, he's not? What a pity. I guess I'll have to take care of that, then."
Before Bree could ask what Apollyon meant, Chase stiffened and bolted towards the side of the cavern towards a small lava pool. Bree felt the blood drain from her face. "Wait! Don't kill him!"
Chase stopped as Apollyon fixed her with a look. "Why? If he's not mine, then I have no use for him. Besides, if you're worried about never seeing him again, don't. You'll be joining him in the pool shortly."
"I'll do anything you ask," Bree said quickly.
"Ha!" Apollyon's seven heads smirked at her. "And you thought you weren't a slave." One of the heads nudged her towards Chase, who was picking up a helm and polishing it. "Get cleaning. Oh, and get comfortable, because you're never going to leave."