Inner Daemons
Damien: thank you for finally getting me back on screen. -_-
Moon: Will you kids be patient? I'm working as fast as I can!
Damien: KIDS? I AM NOT A CHILD! I! AM! A! GENERAL!
Moon: I do not own TMM or MMP-DAMIEN PUT THAT FRYING PAN DOWN!
Chapter 10: Damien's plan
Elevian looked around. The room was brightly lit, and it was full of people. She recognized some of them, like the five boys with hyena ears. They were the ones who broke into that jewelry store, she thought.
She knew what kind of people where here. Juvenile delinquents. Thieves. People guilty of assault and/or bringing guns to school. What else would you expect when your leaders were daemons?
"What are we waiting for, Deathbringer?" One of the hyena boys asked loudly. His voice was heavy with annoyance, as if he was getting sick of sitting around, just waiting. Everyone was getting restless, as if growing more and more impatient.
"We're waiting for Serenade." Deathbringer answered calmly. Out of the corner of her eye, Elevian saw Damien's expression darken at the name, as if he was remembering something unpleasant. "He will tell us our first move."
"That's right." A new voice said. Everyone in the room jumped when a new daemon materialized out of shadows, right in between Damien and Deathbringer. He had smooth black wings and slitted green eyes that would have been beautiful, if not laden with hate and scorn.
In a second though, those dark emotions were gone, replaced with a friendliness and warmth that seemed perfectly innocent. He was dressed in a very formal manner, and his bronze hair was cropped short.
"Greetings." Serenade's voice was flawlessly polite, and had an upper-class tone to it. "It is a pleasure to meet each and every one of you. I am Serenade, right hand man to Lucifer himself. Do any of you know why you are here?"
No one answered. Serenade turned to Deathbringer, a scowl on his face. "Really now, Nuteritor Mortis? You brought them here, it was rude not to tell them what was going on." Deathbringer merely glared at the other daemon. Serenade looked at Damien for a minute, before nodding in acknowledgment and turning towards the other kids again. Again, only Elevian seemed to notice the hateful look that crossed Damien's face. Amy was too busy staring at Serenade, wondering what her best friend had talked her into getting involved with.
"We have rescued you." Serenade said. "Each and every one of you has been touched by the hand of evolution, and for that you are being hated, persecuted, and driven away from your homes simply because you were different. Is this right? No. And we know that.
You see, angels have always been far too lenient when it came to humans. They were always coming up with all kinds of stories to excuse their actions. They, and you parents and everyone you trusted, are now standing by and watching you fall. The same way they did with us. We were different, had different ideas, and for that we were thrown away. But you have not fallen. You are the strong ones, and you must stand and take back what is rightfully yours."
Serenade continued to talk, his words whipping up the hatred of the mews in the room. Deathbringer listened hungrily, as if he were daydreaming about the battles that were to follow. Elevian discreetly slipped closer and closer to Damien.
"You don't like him." The silver-winged daemon turned towards her, as if surprised she was speaking to him. His expression clearly read; You noticed?
"It's a long story. Let's just say I have some...history with him." Damien said slowly. Elevian looked him up and down, tossing her blonde hair out of her face.
"Care to share it?" She asked sweetly.
"...Maybe some other time." Damien said distantly. Elevian huffed but didn't press any further, she just maintained her position at his side. Back at her school, every boy had noticed her. Why wasn't he? Well, he would eventually. Elevian didn't like to think of herself as a vain person, but what boy wouldn't ignore a beauty like her?
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Alicia looked over the serum again. "I hate it when I'm right." She said, shaking her head. Ryou remained silent. The development upset him. Someone had taken his work, which had been created to save the world, and had turned it into a virus that could potentially cause the greatest war ever to touch the face of the earth.
That went against the principle, the very existence of the Mew Serum. It was meant to protect, not to destroy. Ryou longed to confront whoever had done this and make them pay for what they had done to destroy the peace he, Keiichiro and most importantly the Mews had fought so hard to achieve. But what could he do? He was jailed!
Ryou turned to Alicia, an almost desperate look in his eyes. Alicia saw it, and she bit her lip. Ryou would know the workings of the serum better than anyone. Maybe he would be able to convince the government that mews weren't dangerous, since he was the one to create them.
But something nagged inside her. The strange creatures she had seen lately in her paranormal investigations had been appearing all over the place. Something told her it was too late for that. Everything was on the brink of going down in flames, suspended by a mere thread. The snap was going to come any day, and they needed to figure out what the hell was going on before that happened.
"You have to let me talk to the mews." Ryou said, his voice coming out as pathetic and pleading. He cursed himself and tried to sound more composed. "It may be our only shot at getting to the bottom of this."
"Yes, but will they want to speak to you? They were your victims." Alicia raised a hand when Ryou looked ready to argue. "Look. I agree that something needs to be done. But those girls may hold a grudge and you are still under police custody. As a detective, there's only so much authority I have. I don't want to bend the rules for this."
Ryou sighed. He knew that she was right; they couldn't just ignore the law. But he had to talk to them and find out if they knew anything. He just knew that it was important. "Please try." He implored.
Alicia looked at the other boy's face for a few long seconds before pulling out her cell phone. "Chief? I need a minute. This is important."
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Shadow had never felt so tired in his entire life. His teacher's constant yelling and strict rules had always annoyed him. Now he knew exactly how she felt. Running a class was not an easy thing to do, especially when some of the students (cough-Jean and Stephan-cough) were constantly whispering or arguing in class.
He and Zakuro had been teaching tag-team fighting to their newest recruits, and right now he desperately needed an aspirin.
Zakuro looked at him with concern. "It's not easy being a teacher, is it?"
Shadow grabbed a glass of water, drained it dry, and then looked back at her. "No, it isn't. You seem like a natural at it though."
"I had to teach basic fighting skills to the other girls in the days of the invasion." Zakuro answered, glancing at the ceiling. This was the first time she had ever talked to a boy around her age who wasn't a screaming fanbrat, so it felt a little strange to her, although not in an entirely bad way. "It took an infuriatingly long time, but they eventually got the hang of it."
"I hope that happens with these guys." Shadow said. "Thank good for the two-fifteen break. I wouldn't have lasted much longer."
"How are Drew and Sasha? Have they sent a report of their scout mission yet?"
"Not yet."
"I hope they're delay isn't occurring because Drew released Damien again..."
"I don't think that's something he has a lot of control over." Shadow said grimly. "When it comes to push and shove, daemons have more mental strength than us. If Damien wants out, he gets out." Zakuro shook her head.
"If so, I hope Sasha knows enough not to go after him alone." She said. Shadow leaned against the table, running his fingers through his hair.
"When I went to school the day I turned into a mew, I never thought I'd get wrapped up in something this insane. It's like we've walked into some screwed up Dracula remake." He said. Zakuro looked at him. He was cute, for a simple street guy...
She shook her head, dislodging the thoughts. You're being silly, Zakuro. She scolded herself.
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Sasha wandered through the streets, wondering what was taking Drew so long. He had said that he was going to meet her at this spot ten minutes ago. And he was never late, or at least he tried not to be. She was just about to call him when someone tapped her shoulder.
Sasha spun around to see Drew in his mew form, eyes wide with worry. "What's wrong?" She asked anxiously.
"I just saw Serenade." He hissed.
Sasha gasped. "You did? Are you absolutely sure?"
"Positive. I'm sorry I didn't come sooner, but I had to put up some mental barriers to keep Damien from spying on us through my mind..." Drew shook his head. I can't believe I'm hosting one of our opponents, and there's nothing I can do about it. He thought in frustration.
"What's going on?" Sasha asked.
"Well, from the snippets I saw through Damien's barriers was in a huge room. I'm not sure where...but there are a lot of mews in there. Thieves and such. Serenade is talking to them...the words I could catch were 'take back what was yours'".
"He hasn't changed a bit." Midnight said coldly.
"He's planning to make a move...but I couldn't hear the details. Something about mounting a strike somewhere, but where and when I don't know."
Sasha frowned, before a small smirk crossed her face. "Do you feel like squeezing it out of a certain someone? I'll give you a hint. He's been causing a lot of trouble recently..."
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"I do not like this, I do not like this at all." Ichigo said, pacing back and forth. Sasha and Drew had just returned, and they had just finished their report.
"Koneko-chan! Turn on a TV!" Kish shouted from the next room. Everyone spun around and ran into the next room. Tart was trying to comfort Pudding's siblings while he stared at the screen. Ichigo looked up with a sinking heart.
The footage showed a group of Lucifer's new soldiers running through the streets, upturning cars and setting them on fire, breaking store windows, knocking over street lamps and generally causing chaos and panic.
People were fleeing in every direction, and a heavily armed assault force was coming in and surrounding the area.
Ichigo was the first to break out of her trance. "The interrogation will have to wait. Come on! We have to help stop that riot!"
"Where is it?" Mint asked anxiously.
The answer was far from pleasant. "It's back at home in Tokyo!"
"Oh no! Our parents!" Lettuce shrieked.
End Chapter
Oh dear oh dear oh dear. The wheels of war are in motion, and lots of crap is scheduled to explode. Will the mews evacuate everyone in time? How will their parents react if they manage to survive the attack? And will the government let this slide, or will they turn their anger and fear on mews all around the world?
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