Okay, so I just found out that D and D fan fiction is a thing on here and I think that's just AWESOME! I love D and D! I'm gonna write a fic for that, no doubt. Just not today. Probably.

Also, why does it not want to display ampersands?

Super Mega Story Force Go Now!

"Thank you." The ringmaster crowed. "Thank you all for coming to see us opening night. We'll be here for 2 weeks, and we'll be doing 3 shows a day, at 9, 2, and 7. Come back and see us again! We'd love to have you!"

The audience poured from the stands and out into the night air. Kurt was still reeling from the last act. Seeing his father stab someone, even if it was just pretend, left what was sure to be a lasting impression. His friends didn't seem to feed that way. Kitty and Peter walked chatting about how 'life-like' some of the acts were. Amanda didn't seem that interested in the show at all.

"Amanda? Is something wrong?" Kurt asked.

"Oh, no, it's just that..." Amanda hesitated. "Azazel said that my grandmother is still with the circus, and I wanted to meet her."

"Well then, let's go!" Kitty chimed in.

"No, I... I want to do this by myself." Amanda stated.

"Okay, if you're sure." Kurt consented. Amanda smiled, gave Kurt a hug and ran off.

"Hey, you guys," Kurt started, "I'm gonna go see my family, too."

"Yeah, okay, Kurt. We'll see you later." Kitty agreed. She and Peter walked over to the concessions stand leaving Kurt by himself. He wandered around until he heard a familiar voice. He stopped and peeked around the corner. The ringmaster was talking to Ophis, Marcus and Azazel.

"My father didn't build this circus from the ground up so you freaks could scare off the customers!" He ranted.

"What are talking about? They cheered when I was dragged out of ring." Ophis remarked.

"Yeah but did they cheer when you lifted up that car?" He pointed at Marcus.

"They probably thought it was fake." Marcus ventured.

"Or when you killed the angel?" The ringmaster turned to Azazel.

"It's not my fault they don't appreciate art." Azazel retorted.

"I did you a favor by bringing my circus to this town, and you think you can do whatever you want?" The ringmaster fumed.

"What's that thing you're always telling the customers?" Azazel quizzed. "'We're not all Getmanns but we're all family' or something."

"That applies to human employees only. Not you freaks."

'Good.' Kurt thought. 'I wouldn't want be in your family anyway.' The ringmaster huffed off, leaving the Neyaphem by themselves. Kurt was about to join them when Ophis began talking.

"That aside, we need to talk about our plan."

"It's a bad plan." Azazel deadpanned.

"Kurt told us that there's a way to return to Brimstone. We can't just ignore that!"

"I'm not ignoring it. I'm just saying, that your plan to gather the remaining Neyaphem here on Earth, who probably number less than 200, and bring them to Brimstone to try and overthrow the Cheyarafim, who number upwards of 2000, is a really bad plan."

"He's got you there." Marcus added.

"Then we ask the X-Men for help. They are immune to Cheyarafim blood." Ophis offered.

"Are you kidding?" Azazel scoffed. "Do you really think they would go to war with us? They're trying to avoid a war of their own!"

"We can't sit back and do nothing! That's all we've ever done for the past 37 years!"

"First, it's only been 36. Second, you barely even remember Brimstone. You were 5 when we left."

"And you were 9. Old enough to remember our parents sacrificing themselves so that not only we, but all the Neyaphem, could escape."

Azazel was silent. He looked at his brother, then at the ground. He began shaking.

"Yes. Yes, I do remember." He looked back up with tears in his eyes. "I remember the dead bodies. I remember the screams of the dying! The cries of children torn from their mothers! The mournful sobs of all who lost someone they cared about!" Azazel choked back his own sob. "I remember the silent tears that rolled down our mother's face when our father died. I remember looking back to her one last time, just before the portal closed. I remember seeing her stabbed through the heart by those tyrannical monsters! I remember having to take care of you and Ginniyeh by myself because you were too young to even understand what was happening! I remember all of it!" Azazel fell to his knees. "But I don't want to. I don't want to remember!"

Marcus looked down at his father, unsure of what to do. Ophis simply looked away. Kurt ran out from his hiding place and hugged his father tightly.

"Kurt?" Azazel exclaimed. "How long have you been listening?"

"Since the ringmaster left. But that doesn't matter, because everything you just said... I..." Kurt began crying. Azazel grabbed his son by the shoulders and turn Kurt to look at him.

"I'm sorry. I never meant for you to hear that. Either of you." He said turning to Marcus. "It's just... there's only so much a person can take... before they break." Marcus knelt down to hug his father along with his little brother. Kurt clung onto both of them, never wanting to let go.

"I'm sorry." Ophis choked. "I knew it was hard for you and I know that you're bound to your children and that their lives are here, but..." Ophis sat down on a nearby crate, his head in his hands. "I just want to go home."

"I know." Azazel comforted. "Despite living on Earth for most of our lives, you never really fit in, never really felt at home. You're a Neyaphem, through and through."

Ophis smiled. "You know what Ginniyeh would say if she were here?"

"'I could really go for some," Azazel quoted.

"'Fire rose tea'!" Both brothers said at the same time. They began laughing.

"She's never even had fire rose tea!" Azazel exclaimed.

"She just knows that it's supposed to relax you." Ophis added.

"I mean, can you imagine? What 7 year old would drink tea?" Now everyone was laughing. Kurt didn't know what fire rose tea was, but instead of asking he assumed it was a Neyaphem thing, and continued to laugh along side his family.

Story Chapter Complete!

So, apparently I spelled Cheyarafim wrong in a previous chapter. I think, maybe. I don't want go back and check/correct it.

Also, SO MANY FEELS! I love this story so much! The drama! The emotion! The humor! I don't know if any of you have guessed, but I don't plan my chapters out ahead of time. I just start writing and see where it goes. And I love how this chapter came out!