[Edited by DangerousAngel123 - 7/22/2016]

The rain was poring down hard. In all honesty? It doesn't bother me in slightest, since it's really the only time I can actually get clean. "Blossom!" I look behind me to face the voice, which is – one – of my dearest sisters, Bubbles Utonium. She was running toward me as her blond hair was soaked from the rain, clinging to her back as she ran. Her light blue diamond eyes can barley be seen by the bags under them from lack of sleep– not that it isn't normal. I put my orange-ish auburn hair up in a ribbon that goes all the way down to my torso.

My blossom pink eyes are also hard to see with the – possibly giant! – bags under them looking at my dear sister with concern "What is it Bubbles? Is something wrong at camp?" I ask her.

"Angel and I need help in the infirmary." She said seeming exhausted. "Angel went to go get Buttercup a few minutes ago so, we should have enough people." My eyes try to lighten up even though I'm still completely out of it. The girls and I love to work at the infirmary 'cause its our favorite place to work. Angel Utonium, the youngest of us, loves to entertain the little boys and girls that come in. Then Buttercup Utonium, likes to hold down the patients that try to runaway from the infirmary. With her being incredibly strong, for a female slave that is.

"I'll be there." I say "Just one thing to do before I go there, okay?" A smile erupts her face as dose mine. She gives a smile nod before running to her destination. You see right now I'm in the cotton field out side of the camp. No not a camping camp a slave camp. To be more specific the Jojo slave camp. My friends and I weren't so lucky to be in the Jojo's camp – Why? Do you ask well you see the Jojo's aren't that, how should I put this?

Slave Friendly.

Or really friendly in General. You see, the Jojo's are pure blooded demons. Well technically they stated the demon race, they're the Kings and Queens if you will.

I pick up my basket of cotton as the rain pores harder and thunder and lighting fill the sky. Where was I? Oh yes!

The head of the house is King Chaos Mojo Jojo, he is head of the demon council. His wife, or in demon terms mate, is Sara Keane Jojo. She is probably the nicest out of the whole family, for she's the whole reason that we slaves a meal a day.

As I enter the gate of the camp I'm socking wet and the rain is still pouring.

Then there's their flesh and blood, their pride and joy, if you will. The four Jojo brothers are the meanest, rudest, murderous demons in the whole world. Hell, maybe even the Galaxy. The eldest of the four is Shadow Jojo, he shall be the next king when his father retires – or dies, which ever comes first. I've heard that if you look into his eyes long enough, you can see leadership and hatred for the world in his eyes.

The second eldest is Brick Jojo, he's more so the keeper of his brothers when things get drastically out-of-hand hand. But he's known for his smart ass and bad boy attitude. I roll my eyes. To be completely honest with you I really could care less for him and his brother with the attitude he has, and I've also heard that every hot girl he's ever remotely found attractive he's brought them to his bed.

Then there's Butch Jojo, he's the bronze behind the four. He's the one I've also heard that he could take down a powerful army all by himself, it's just a rumor but it's a popular one. I scoff, that's not possible even for demon standers, I think he started it just to gain attention in my opinion. I shouldn't even get started on him with his sexual habits.

I drop the basket of at the trading facility and look around for a moment then started to walk toward the infirmary tent.

The last of the four and youngest is Boomer Jojo. People say he's the gentleman of the four – if you stay on his good side. If anyone gets on his bad side that's probably the last time anyone will ever hear of them, or see them ever again.

My sisters and I know that we're never going or are supposed to see them. If only we mattered to them, then maybe we could see what they look, possibly even sound like. I sigh when I get to the steps of the infirmary. We'll just have to keep dreaming till we do.