The Wrath ring sits with it's sky shifting in colour as the sun began set, the tone changed between, , and . The farm lands that made up a large portion of the ring sat spread out to allow the crops that feed hell to grow, wile in the distance strung up on smalls et of hills sat a grouping of small mansions. Dotted about these few domains looked over the Wrath ring farm lands, and as one curtain was drawn back a small Imp sat looking out of the window. They watched as the barley men helped carry the harvest away to be stored, he then looked to himself, small and petite his little boyish horns where still growing.
He sat on his knees in a smart navy blue kevlar suit, his red imp skin was broken up buy white freckles on his cheeks, and his white pointy hair that moved up to blend in with his horns, thick white and black striped horns.
"Moxxie." called a female voice.
The young lad looked back at hearing the call.
"Moxxie, don't make me come up there."
Climbing out of the bay window he ran past his large king size bed coated in pastel shades of blue with a room stuffed with soft toys and teddies. He ran though the door and out in to the up stairs balcony hall way, he breathy paused to look up at the portraits that spanned the wall. Each one showed a slow progression of his family, from him not being there, to a bump, then baby, to being to older, to how he is now.
"MOXXIE!"
He made scare leap to the stairs.
Sitting in the front room a rather tallish set of imps dressed in fine clothes sat in arm chairs sat dingily form each other but both facing large white grand piano. Each Imp showed close relations to Moxxie, wile the female possessed black hair with a sorter white strip on her horns, she shared his thine tail with quadrilateral bard which she swung around like whip behind her. The male had similar white hair, but neatened out with the same lanky digitigrade legs, wile neither had freckles they both shared cloven red hooves.
The room was juts of to the side of the hall way with large tall windows letting in the setting sun. Moxxie came screeching in panting form his hurried journey, he put hand up against the door way to rest.
"Where have you been." snapped the male.
"You can't expect us to show off our son, he's never around."
"Sorry mother, sorry father." Moxxie panted trying to regain his breath. "I was, watching the other Imps."
"No excuses." said his father.
"Now chop chop." said his mother clapping her hands "You have piano practice."
"Yes I know." sighed Moxxie as he limped in.
His parents watched as he moved over to the stool and sat down in front of the pre laid out sheet music. He took a relaxing breath before sitting up and was poised to start.
"For you insubordination for being late." said his father "You will be playing for us this fine evening." he paused, standing up to loom over his son.
Moxxie waited with bated as he looked up at his father.
"Beethoven's hardest sonata, No:29 Op. 106 in B flat major."
"WHAT!" Gasped Moxxie "The Hammerklavier, is one the hardest Sonata's Beethoven wrote."
"Then you should have no problem." smiled his father.
"If you like we can take you to see him, so you can learn thing or too."
Moxxie only watched as on his parents pulled out wine glasses and pored them selves a drink, making sure to hold the rim as to not heat up the wine by holding the bowl of the glass. Turning to his sheet music Moxxie moved the pages to the back end and started to look over the page. The daunting number of notes that was congealed on the page was enough to make any mad person sane.
"Come on, chop cop." called his mother clapping ounce again.
Moxxie started at the top and stared to play the rendition as he had been taught, keeping the keys down long enough hold the note to the right timing and moving to the next one. His hands danced across the keys, and as he got in to the flow he closed his eyes playing by ear as he swayed on the stool.
As the music took hold everything seemed to wash away as he found himself preforming before a crowd on large lit stage. He looked out over the crowd of adoring fans, many of whom where is peers, cheering him on. He moved with elegance and grace as he played each note with such power and fanciness, but as he went to play the next key in, his hand slipped and instead of hitting A he hit E and the immersion broke.
Everything seemed to become shattered as Moxxie had stopped, his parents rose up out of their seats. Moxxie looked over to them and back to his hands as he pulled away his figure to see he had hit the wrong key.
"That's it." snapped his mother marching over to the piano. "We've trained you hard enough, if you can't manage such a simple arrangement you shouldn't be able to play at all." With a flick of her tail she brought down the lid of the keys on his hands.
Moxxie let out painstaking howl as his mother forced his head in the the piano, the impact made him loose control and he fell back on to the floor pulling his fingers free. Laying on the floor began began seeing a foggy version of his parents stand over him.
"You know I think that private tutor's slacking, may be rubbing of our son." said the father.
"I have seen, a large decrease in his work, over the years." agreed his mother,
"What can we do." sighed the father.
"He was such an obedient child." Remembered the mother moving over to hold a baby picture form a near by table.
The father come over to great her "What can we do, the only school, is that pigsty of a public school."
"I know but what else can we do." worried the mother "I mean "he can't even grasp the Sonata we chose for him."
"We've tried everything we can, it's in our best interests for him, that we send him to public school."
"Oh, your right." she sobbed.
He embraced her with hug as she broke down crying, as he looked over at his son laying on the floor.
"Juts looked what you've done to your poor mother." he cursed.
Moxxie came to and tried to stand up, only to be greeted by his grieving mother who broke away form her husband, to stamp his lights out.
The halls where cramped and small, the lockers no lager then some of the Imps themselves, stacked up two high. Moxxie was dressed in smart black suit. He tried making his way to his locker, politely asking to get though wile squeezing his way though his class mates. Upon arriving he was knocked about by passers by, becoming agitated, but after it calmed down he looked at his locker to see words bad been scribbled over it. 'Freak' 'shit fuck' and a few others, had now accumulated on the door over time.
"Shit face really." sighed Moxxie, he looked around and noticed a small group of large burly Imps across from him where smirking and laughing.
Not one to pick a fight he can't win, with out a weapon Moxxie opened his locker and got out the books he needed for his next class, only to be pushed by pacer by.
"Ah come on." cursed Moxxie as he bent down to pick up the books, as he stood back up having retrieved the books, he was caught of guard.
For standing across the hall he know saw that a sweat young imp girl was hanging around the jocks who had vandalized his locker. Her short ruff greyish black hair, and long tail.
"Hay Millie where's your brother." asked one the Imps in her party.
"Oh he's a she know, and she's Sallie may."
"Millie." Moxxie repeated all starry eyed.
"She's still recovering so has a day of school."
"Oh I see." replied the Imp "Is she hot?"
Moxxie shook his head to clear his thoughts and straightened himself up about to call out to her when…
"Hay Millie." someone called out.
Moxxie looked over to see large brutish Imp called over to her, the halls seems to align to let him pass to the other side. Moxxie watched as they moved to lock arms with Millie, despite the fact someone had joined his dream gall Moxxie started off his his stride to meet her, as he got over he stopped cleared his throat. Only to be knocked to the floor, by the very person to join them friend group.
"Get lost shit fuck." they sniggered.
Looking up Moxxie saw the girl of his dreams laughing and leaving with someone else, as he got up everything seemed to fade away. The bell tolled and everyone ran off leaving Moxxie along in the halls with his books slavered across the floor, and his heart broken.
At the house Moxxie's parents where sitting in silence as they chucked down a glass of wine, with a few bottles laying on the floor. The sound of the slamming door got them to their feet, and they raced over to the front door to find Moxxie who was looking worse for ware. His suit was torn and ruffed up, coated in dirt and mud, his hair a mess and spirits broken.
"Oh Satan, what happened to you." panicked his mother. "Your suit is ruined."
"Your mother worked hard picking out that suit." added his father.
Moxxie looked up at his two parents, his face fuming with anger, he spoke in calm but hostile tone. "It wasn't my fault."
"Look you'll have to be more careful." said his father trying to dust him off, he stopped seeing the mess it was making on the floor. "Why don't you go up stairs and get cleaned up."
"We have quest coming over." said his mother "And we don't want you showing us up, now do we." she finished by clapping her hands.
Moxxie still fuming walked though the hall and towards the stairs.
"We'll have the clean this up before they arrive." worried his father looking at the small and barley visible dirt on the floor.
Moxxie sat in his room in the his legs pulled in to his chest as he sat looking at the window, hair still a mess he had discarded the jacket part of his suit and sat looking out over Wrath.
"I never wanted this, I never wanted to have blue room filled with stuffed toys, I never wanted to go to public school, I never wanted them as my parents." he rambled. "Everything about my life has be been dictated to me, the only thing I have is my music." he began to cry as he rolled over and closed his eyes. "And even that's lured over me…"
Down stairs his parents where in their seats and joined by two others, each had a tall build and sat in chair's laid out to be next to theirs and keep in with the lay out. Each of them had a glass of wine to drink, a young Imp of tall build was playing the viola, the bow was moved about with speed and versatility. Both sets of parents looked on in amazement as the Imp child was able to play with keen persuasion, that when he finished and took his bow, they all clapped.
"So how is young Moxxie?" asked the other mother.
"We heard you took him out of private education." added the other father.
Moxxie's parents shared a feared glance.
"You know, we wanted him to experience other cultures." said his father.
"And you know how kids are, he practically begged us to go." conformed his mother.
"We only ask as seeing as little Francis here has finished, we thought Moxxie would be preforming." Smirked the other mother.
"Oh he will." she replied "In fact he's going to be preforming sonata, No:29 Op. 106 in B flat major."
"Wow now that is a feat." smiled the other father.
"So where is he." said Moxxie's father beckoning anxious as he rocked in his chair, the effect of the wine wearing off. "I think I'll go get him."
Leaving his wife he made a calm exit, but the sound of hurried feet up the stairs gave the game away and the other couple took their drinks and smiled.
Banging on the door, Moxxie's father yelled and screamed his name.
"MOXXIE, MOXXIE! COME OUT THIS ISNSTANT! WE WILL NOT BE SHOWN UP BY THE OMERTA'S!" he paused for the response before hammering the door again. "DO YOU HEAR ME."
Down stairs Moxxie's mother was giving of and awkward smile, as the bangs and words trailed down stairs in the room.
"You know I think I should go see what's holding them up." she said making and excuse to leave. After making her exit she to bolted away.
At the door Moxxie's mother joined in the berating and yelling.
"Satan dame it, if you don't come out this instant!" shouted his mother.
"Young man, we will end you, if you don't come out." blurted his father
But in the room Moxxie had already gone, the only thing he left behind was his love for his parents.
Out side in the cold night Moxxie walked on alone as he made his way to find his own path, leaving everything behind.
