A Note from the Author
There are only two chapters left until the end (not including this one). Also, I apologize for any spelling errors I may have accidently conjured in the past. I've had to resort to using WordPad, which sadly dosen't alert you when you make a mistake. Plus, I've been hard pressed for time, therefore I don't get time to proofread everything. Please, ignore them and enjoy the rest of the story.
-Fifteen Himself
Chapter 6
The thought of it sickened and confused him. Heloise, a perfectly normal Miseryvillian, destorying everything his ancestors had created and slaved over for the last 700 years in a single blow. Lucius was definately angered, but he couldn't tell what other emotion he was feeling. Relief? Fear? Or was it... misery? He, Lucius Heinous VII, miserable? Impossible, I'm completely incapable of it, he growled to himself mentally. Whatever the hell he was feeling, it definately bugged him. He watched as Jimmy and Heloise left together, hand in hand, to 'search for survivors,' his son Beezy tagging along to aid any wounded. He then looked at Jez, who was fixing up her hair (like always), and Saffi, who was counting the supply stash, for it was her job. Cerbee simply sat there, sleeping peacefully. Lucius felt worthless, given that the former ruler of Miseryville still had no job. He got up, walked over Samy, who was cooking up some grub, and sat down next to him.
"Hey, um, whatchya doing?" he asked, trying to sound casual.
Samy, having possessed an intricate knowledge of the tiny demon himself, looked at him blankly.
"Cooking." he replied.
"Hmm. Interesting."
The two just sat there in awkward silence.
"Can I ask you something?" Lucius said, breaking the silence that had overtaken the duo.
"Uh, yeah, sure, I guess." replied his former assistant, completely monotone.
"Do you think I'm a good dad? You know, for Beezy." he choked up the words like they had drowned in venom then rose again, for they had been sitting in the pit of his stomach for sometime.
Samy pondered this for a brief second. "Well, sir, I'm gonna have to say... no."
Lucius looked at him surprised. "What do ya mean 'no?' I'm a good dad! I take care of him, provide him with an allowance!" he began ranting when suddenly Jez shushed him up.
"Sir, you're never there for him." said the small goblin quietly.
The words slapped Lucius in the face. Hard. Samy was right, he never was. Thats why Beezy always hung out with Two-Shoes. Lucius had always neglected him, treated him like garbage. He then vowed to be a better father to the young demon.
"Thanks, Samy." he said simply.
Samy grinned silently.
...Meanwhile...
Jimmy and Heloise were rumaging through rubble and debris galore when suddenly they heard something.
A scream, per chance?
"What was that?" asked Jimmy.
Heloise looked at her possible boyfriend with eyes filled with fear.
"Hold me." she wimpered as Heloise grabbed hold of Jimmy's clothes.
The boy put his arms around her, protecting her from whatever made the horrific sound.
But, alas, it was only Beezy.
"Lookie here!" he cried. "I found a bag of chips! Dirty feet flavor too!" The red demon held up, sure enough, a bag of chips.
Jimmy laughed. "Oh, Beezy."
Heloise let go of her protector, slightly embarassed. Suddenly, there was a different sound. A yell, this time.
"It came from the direction of the camp." said Jimmy with a voice of urgency.
The trio then ran back to the camp, hoping something hadn't happened.
How foolish they were.
...At the camp...
When Jimmy, Heloise, and Beezy arrived back at the camp, they were horrified.
Ashes. Ashes. Ashes. They snowed what was left of the camp. Everything had been burned. The supplies were fried. The blankets they slept with? Disintergrated. It had all been burned to nothing but ashes and charred, unrecognizable masses and shapes.
No sign of the others.
"Oh my god..." muttered Heloise.
"What the hell happened?" asked Beezy in both astonishment and horror.
Suddenly, movement.
Twas only Lucius, who had taken cover under a pile of perviously discarded rocks.
"It came... so fast..." he wheezed, then fell to the ground.
"Dad!" yelled Beezy, rushing to his father's aid.
Lucius was burnt, head to toe, every part of him. Beezy held his head up as he sturggled to breathe.
"Beezy... come-cough cough-closer..." Lucius whispered.
"Yeah dad? asked the 17-year-old demon.
"I want you to know-cough-that I'm proud of you." he struggled with the words, but Lucius got them out.
Beezy's eyes filled with tears. "Really?"
Lucius grinned and nodded. "Two-Shoes... come hither..." he wheezed.
Jimmy walked up to the other side of the dying ex-tyrant.
"Thank you... for looking... after-cough cough- my boy..." Lucius was losing it. And quickly.
Jimmy simply nodded.
Lucius then looked into the eyes of his son and said the words he never thought he'd ever say:
"I love you, son."
And then, his soul left his earthly grasp and rose unseen to meet the heavens above.
Beezy gently set his father's corpse on the ground.
Two-Shoes got up in order to let his best friend have a moment of lone tranquility.
He walked over to Heloise, who, surprisingly, had tears in her eyes. She looked at the boy.
Jimmy closed his eyes, trying to concieve a plan. Suddenly, it hit him.
"Jimmy, you mad genius!" he cried. "The clearing! Samy said the pit that Beezy saw in his dream was in a clearing." He turned on looked at Heloise.
"We going to the pit." he said. "And we're going to end this."