Legal Stuff: I don't own Mara, Ansem, or my soul. Trent however is mine. If you wish to use him, have fun. Oh and any other character from OMG ain't mine either.
Chp2: Enter the evil one.
Closing the door behind them Trent hoped he could get through the party without any 'incidents'. Mara was curiously glancing around the hallway. While it was true that she had seen a few college dorms she had never been in one for an extended period of time. The first thing Mara felt was the resounding base quickly followed by thunderous music. If there were words she could not distinguish them over the crash of sound. A gentle tap on her shoulder returned her attention to the reason of her presence. Trent smiled as he held out a pair of funny looking pieces of foam in his hand. Gesturing with his other hand he indicated that they should go in her ears. Confused Mara took the foam things and put one in each ear. Immediately the thunder shrunk to a low roar. Smiling she nodded her thanks to Trent for the earplugs before turning back to the hallway.
"Can you here me Mara?" Trent asked.
"Huh?" Mara whirled back on him. How could she hear him over earplugs? Was he some how reaching into her mind with her stolen powers? What was he up too? Chuckling at her perplexed expression Trent tapped his ears.
"These are a set of hunting earplugs; they cut out anything over 70 decibels. That way we can hear each other over the music."
"Oh."
Trent immediately started down the hall. No one came into sight until they had gone down into the foyer. Instantaneously they crossed from solidarity into a sea of bodies gyrating to thunderous music. Sighing Trent started to wade through the crowd with Mara close behind. Thankfully his size easily let him part the crowd. Soon they passed out into the courtyard only to be stopped by an obviously drunk woman.
"Trent! Hic. What'cha doin?" She shouted as she stumbled towards them.
"Ansem you're drunk." Trent stated shaking his head.
"Well duh my muse. And whoshe the girl?" Ansem accused.
"This is Mara Ansem and we need to be going." Trent calmly stated.
"Wha ?! You bitch! You're gonna steal my muse! Die!" Ansem screamed before lunging towards the startled Mara. However she never reached her target as Trent easily plucked her out of the air by the back of her shirt. Holding her up to his eye level he tried to shake some sense into her.
"ANSEM! Mara is not stealing me away! Now stop making stupid conclusions. I'm just taking her to my sisters for the night." He explained. After Ansem seemed to calm down he put her back on the ground. She seemed to be fine until suddenly her eyes went wide.
"Puppet's gonna get laid." Was all she said before fainting dead away. Muttering to himself about the insanity of his life Trent dragged Ansem over to the door way before coming back to the dumbfounded Mara.
"Who was that bitch?" Mara demanded as they went to fetch a cab.
"Oh you mean the Spawn of Murphy? She's an author like me who likes to screw up my life and use my twisted mind as her muse." Trent chuckled as the cab approached. Giving the driver his sisters address Trent settled in for an interesting conversation with Mara. He knew that the sooner they worked out their relationship the better.
"Well Mara looks like we're in for the long haul so I think we should figure out exactly what our contracts are." He suggested.
"Ok, but do you remember what both our wishes were?"
"Yeah mine was that you were nicer and could see things from my point of view and yours was to torture me for the rest of your life, oh fuck!" Trent grimaced.
"What?!"
"Mara what is the worst form of torture?"
"When the torture has complete control over the prisoner's soul, heart, and body."
"And what is that called?"
"Oh shit! Love!" Mara screamed.
"Exactly."
"Oh bless it." Mumbled hanging her head. "I was hoping not to end up in a girlfriend contract."
"A girlfriend contract?"
"You heard me! We're bound by the ultimate force through love and now I have to be your girlfriend!" Mara snarled through her hands.
Not bothering to lance up Mara missed the wry grin spread across Trent's face.
"He he he." Trent couldn't suppress his chuckles.
"And just what is so funny?!" Mara growled.
"I guess you get to be my first girlfriend." Trent explained. "Ironic isn't it?"
"Irony is not the word I would use Trent." Mara spat.
"Well it's ironic to me. My sister always said I never had a chance in hell of getting a girlfriend. Now I get to prove her wrong." Trent smirked.
"I fail to see the humor Trent."
"Oh once you get my background you will."
"You know you really must be the king of nerds if I'm your first girlfriend."
"Geez you don't have to rub it in Mara. It's not like I didn't already know. Oh here we are." Trent said as the cab pulled to a stop in front a small two story house. Paying the fare he escorted Mara out of the cab.
Entering the house Trent quickly crossed the hall and ascended the stairs. Mara had no choice but to follow. Upon reaching the landing Trent stopped before the first door on the left side of the hall.
"Welcome Mara. Enter the armory!" Trent announced with a flourish opening the door.
Mara's jaw dropped as she stepped into the room. An entire wall next to the bed was covered in weapons from numerous eras. Half of it alone was swords gleaming in razor sharp potentional. Half a dozen different blades ranging from a foil to a massive sword with over six feet of blade reflected her reflection back at her. The rest of the wall was devoted to projectile weapons of various times. There were longbows, crossbows, black-powder rifles, bolt action rifles, and what appeared to be various automatic pistols. Every weapon sparkled in pristine quality under the glare of the overhead light. Mara instinctively knew that the myriad of weapons before her were all perfect working order and quite deadly in the right hands.
"Still think I'm a nerd?" Trent chuckled.
"My Lord Trent! Were you expecting an invasion?!" Mara exclaimed unable to tear her eyes from the obscene amount of weaponry.
"No, I just like to fantasize my games so much I actually learned how to live one. I still practice with all of them when I find the time." Trent explained.
Finally freeing her gaze from wall of arms Mara surveyed the rest of the room. Clearly from the bed and messy dresser this was Trent's bedroom. It was just your normal college student's room other than the wall of death. Various anime and game posters adorned the walls. The computer desk was cluttered with textbooks and other school junk. A TV sat across from the bed. The only other thing of interest was the drafting desk over in the corner. Half of it was covered in mechanical blueprints and the other half was buried in anime sketches in various states of completion. Obviously Trent was an artist as well. Her interest piqued Mara walked over to the sketches.
Trent was understandably not as curious about his room as Mara was. No he was far more interested in what Mara was attracted to. Following her over to his sketches he took note of the ones that attracted Mara's attention. Glancing over the various anime posters he used as inspiration his right hand flex like it was going to form a ki ball. Although he knew it was impossible for it to happen in real life Trent wished he could do it. Truly it was just a whimsical habit of his. However this time a pleasant warmth spread down his arm. Curious he glanced down.
"Holy Shit!" Trent lifted his flame wreathed forearm before his bulging eyes. Blood red fire curled around his entire forearm bathing the entire room in a red glow. Mara turned to see what Trent had done only to have a similar reaction. Except her eyes bulged from recognition. Despite the shock Trent noticed the recognition on Mara's stunned face.
"M…Mara, what is this stuff?"
"That…" Mara stuttered "… is hellfire."
"Hellfire?" quavered Trent's voice.
"Yeah, that stuff is the calling card of a Demon Lord. There are less than fifty that can summon that stuff with that amount of ease."
"Hold on Mara. Your saying I've turned into some ultra powerful demon." Trent gaped.
"Correct Hell Prince Trent." A menacing voice issued from the middle of the room. Suddenly a jet black inferno erupted in the middle of the room. From it stepped the tallest, handsomest, and darkest being. It wasn't that he of a dark coloring but that he just seemed to suck all of the light out of his surroundings. Though he had appeared facing Trent he had completely missed Mara's reaction. Trent didn't think that eyes could get that big without popping out of a person's head.
"My Lord." Mara stammered as she quickly fell to her knee in subjugation. Obviously this was the famed ruler of the underworld.
"Lucifer, I presume" Trent extended his hand smirking. He just couldn't resist taking a pot shot. And it was especially humorous to see Mara's head whip up so fast she almost gave herself whiplash.
"That is one of my names." The Dark Lord replied annoyed. While the Dark Lord surveyed Trent, Trent couldn't help but notice that Mara was doing everything but jump in place to get him to shut up. Trent's smirk grew.
"Welcome my Lord to my humble abode. May I get you anything, Persephone perhaps or maybe Job would be more appropriate." Trent grinned at Mara's frantic kill motions.
"Stop being an ass Prince Trent it does not suit you." The Dark Lord scowled. Trent deliberately ignored the look.
"Really and I was so sure you would enjoy the sheer stupidity of it all, your esteemed majesty." Trent mock bowed. Mara had completely given up all hope of Trent's continued existence and was just sat and stared at the now completely pissed deity.
"What did I ever do to deserve you?" The Dark Lord asked rubbing his temples as he reigned in his anger. "And no Mara I have no desire to end this annoyances life early. He pulls this crap all the damn time with me."
"But my Lord what do you mean Trent does this all the time? He was just changed tonight. And how is he a Hell Prince? And why do you put up his disrespect?" Mara asked figuring formality had died the second Trent had opened his trap.
"Ah all good question's Mara." The Dark Lord smiled. "And all of them have the same answer. When you and Trent switched lifestyles there was an issue of how to go about it. After some debate the Ultimate Force gave you not only different bodies but also shadow pasts. Basically your current status is what you would have if Trent had been born a demon and you a human, with a few minor adaptations for convenience. Hence you are college student and Trent grew up to be a Hell Prince. However since the time stream can not be changed the pasts did not actually happen and no one but you will remember them in anything but the vaguest terms. As to putting up with his disrespect, he happens to be one of my best agents. Though not the most powerful Trent's deviously creative mind has made him second only to me in dangerousness. He is my specialty agent for whenever I have something especially difficult that needs to be done. And with that explained I must now return to my demesne. Trent I expect you to report to me tomorrow for further instructions." With that the Dark Lord vanished in a similar manner as his arrival leaving a very stunned pair in his wake. And just as he had said Mara and Trent suddenly were caught up in a huge surge of new memories.
For Mara it was trip through a personal hell. True she knew that humans could easily be as cruel humans but she never knew how much worse it was to be human. While she had suffered growing up as a slow bloomer in hell the demons and demonesses had simply used their powers to humiliate her. They couldn't even hold a candle up to the human bitches she now remembered growing up with. Those heartless whores had made social torture to an art. Though they had no powers, they had to be extra creative to keep her down. Mara could remember the numerous times they had nearly erased her sanity. Shuddering she thanked whoever was in charge for not having to live that life.
Trent on the other hand was reveling in the feeling of finally being home. His life as a demon just felt right for some reason. His antisocial independence and creativity had separated him from the other demons early in his life and he could not have been happier. They were all pretty much morons any way. Trent remembered how unlike his fellow child demons he had studied humans, gods, and other cultures while his classmates had snubbed everything that wasn't demonic. Trent had even snuck into earth to pilferage books and movies. He actually grew to respect humans so much he had established an identity on earth. As far as he could tell Trent was the only child demon with more friends on earth plain than in hell, not to mention he was an avid computer gamer and fantasy/ sci-fi freak. And his experiences served him well in his schooling. When it had came to the final testing at the end of their schooling for placement in hell Trent did the impossible. Being that this was demonic testing, the challenge was designed for a Senior First Class Unrestricted Demon, a proverbial Herculean task for any graduate. However it did make it easier on the government as they had just one test for every position; the better you did the higher you went. And like the demons that they were Trent's classmates had charged into the task blinded by pride and personal glory. Trent knew better, he ran like hell in the other direction when it came to his turn to face the challenge. He had no delusions about his abilities at all. However since he knew that you had to face the challenge eventually Trent had long ago decided to pull every trick he knew to win, and thanks to his extended time immersed in human culture Trent had quite a few tricks. In the end Trent conquered the challenge not by brute force, as that was impossible with his third class restricted powers, but through the use of insane amounts of creativity. Hence Trent was immediately brought before the Dark Lord for sentencing as he had royally screwed up the testing system. That was how he had gotten his job as the Dark Lord's personal agent. As such he had been erased from the hell's control system and answered only to the Dark Lord. It really was a kick ass arrangement.
Trent eventually emerged from his bliss to Mara's bitter expression. Obviously her new memories weren't as nice as his. Mentally kicking himself for being blatantly insensitive Trent helped Mara too her feet. Guiding her to his bed Trent decided that she had had enough for one night.
"Go to sleep Mara, you look like you need it." Trent said pulling back the covers.
"But isn't this your bed Trent." Mara objected.
"Yeah, but there isn't a guest room and I can sleep on the couch." Trent explained.
"Oh alright." Mara accepted before curling up in his sheets. Soon she was dead asleep. Trent turned off the lights as he tiptoed out of the room. Setting up the couch as quietly as he could Trent also got ready for bed. And so the first day of the rest of Trent's life ended.
Chp2: Enter the evil one.
Closing the door behind them Trent hoped he could get through the party without any 'incidents'. Mara was curiously glancing around the hallway. While it was true that she had seen a few college dorms she had never been in one for an extended period of time. The first thing Mara felt was the resounding base quickly followed by thunderous music. If there were words she could not distinguish them over the crash of sound. A gentle tap on her shoulder returned her attention to the reason of her presence. Trent smiled as he held out a pair of funny looking pieces of foam in his hand. Gesturing with his other hand he indicated that they should go in her ears. Confused Mara took the foam things and put one in each ear. Immediately the thunder shrunk to a low roar. Smiling she nodded her thanks to Trent for the earplugs before turning back to the hallway.
"Can you here me Mara?" Trent asked.
"Huh?" Mara whirled back on him. How could she hear him over earplugs? Was he some how reaching into her mind with her stolen powers? What was he up too? Chuckling at her perplexed expression Trent tapped his ears.
"These are a set of hunting earplugs; they cut out anything over 70 decibels. That way we can hear each other over the music."
"Oh."
Trent immediately started down the hall. No one came into sight until they had gone down into the foyer. Instantaneously they crossed from solidarity into a sea of bodies gyrating to thunderous music. Sighing Trent started to wade through the crowd with Mara close behind. Thankfully his size easily let him part the crowd. Soon they passed out into the courtyard only to be stopped by an obviously drunk woman.
"Trent! Hic. What'cha doin?" She shouted as she stumbled towards them.
"Ansem you're drunk." Trent stated shaking his head.
"Well duh my muse. And whoshe the girl?" Ansem accused.
"This is Mara Ansem and we need to be going." Trent calmly stated.
"Wha ?! You bitch! You're gonna steal my muse! Die!" Ansem screamed before lunging towards the startled Mara. However she never reached her target as Trent easily plucked her out of the air by the back of her shirt. Holding her up to his eye level he tried to shake some sense into her.
"ANSEM! Mara is not stealing me away! Now stop making stupid conclusions. I'm just taking her to my sisters for the night." He explained. After Ansem seemed to calm down he put her back on the ground. She seemed to be fine until suddenly her eyes went wide.
"Puppet's gonna get laid." Was all she said before fainting dead away. Muttering to himself about the insanity of his life Trent dragged Ansem over to the door way before coming back to the dumbfounded Mara.
"Who was that bitch?" Mara demanded as they went to fetch a cab.
"Oh you mean the Spawn of Murphy? She's an author like me who likes to screw up my life and use my twisted mind as her muse." Trent chuckled as the cab approached. Giving the driver his sisters address Trent settled in for an interesting conversation with Mara. He knew that the sooner they worked out their relationship the better.
"Well Mara looks like we're in for the long haul so I think we should figure out exactly what our contracts are." He suggested.
"Ok, but do you remember what both our wishes were?"
"Yeah mine was that you were nicer and could see things from my point of view and yours was to torture me for the rest of your life, oh fuck!" Trent grimaced.
"What?!"
"Mara what is the worst form of torture?"
"When the torture has complete control over the prisoner's soul, heart, and body."
"And what is that called?"
"Oh shit! Love!" Mara screamed.
"Exactly."
"Oh bless it." Mumbled hanging her head. "I was hoping not to end up in a girlfriend contract."
"A girlfriend contract?"
"You heard me! We're bound by the ultimate force through love and now I have to be your girlfriend!" Mara snarled through her hands.
Not bothering to lance up Mara missed the wry grin spread across Trent's face.
"He he he." Trent couldn't suppress his chuckles.
"And just what is so funny?!" Mara growled.
"I guess you get to be my first girlfriend." Trent explained. "Ironic isn't it?"
"Irony is not the word I would use Trent." Mara spat.
"Well it's ironic to me. My sister always said I never had a chance in hell of getting a girlfriend. Now I get to prove her wrong." Trent smirked.
"I fail to see the humor Trent."
"Oh once you get my background you will."
"You know you really must be the king of nerds if I'm your first girlfriend."
"Geez you don't have to rub it in Mara. It's not like I didn't already know. Oh here we are." Trent said as the cab pulled to a stop in front a small two story house. Paying the fare he escorted Mara out of the cab.
Entering the house Trent quickly crossed the hall and ascended the stairs. Mara had no choice but to follow. Upon reaching the landing Trent stopped before the first door on the left side of the hall.
"Welcome Mara. Enter the armory!" Trent announced with a flourish opening the door.
Mara's jaw dropped as she stepped into the room. An entire wall next to the bed was covered in weapons from numerous eras. Half of it alone was swords gleaming in razor sharp potentional. Half a dozen different blades ranging from a foil to a massive sword with over six feet of blade reflected her reflection back at her. The rest of the wall was devoted to projectile weapons of various times. There were longbows, crossbows, black-powder rifles, bolt action rifles, and what appeared to be various automatic pistols. Every weapon sparkled in pristine quality under the glare of the overhead light. Mara instinctively knew that the myriad of weapons before her were all perfect working order and quite deadly in the right hands.
"Still think I'm a nerd?" Trent chuckled.
"My Lord Trent! Were you expecting an invasion?!" Mara exclaimed unable to tear her eyes from the obscene amount of weaponry.
"No, I just like to fantasize my games so much I actually learned how to live one. I still practice with all of them when I find the time." Trent explained.
Finally freeing her gaze from wall of arms Mara surveyed the rest of the room. Clearly from the bed and messy dresser this was Trent's bedroom. It was just your normal college student's room other than the wall of death. Various anime and game posters adorned the walls. The computer desk was cluttered with textbooks and other school junk. A TV sat across from the bed. The only other thing of interest was the drafting desk over in the corner. Half of it was covered in mechanical blueprints and the other half was buried in anime sketches in various states of completion. Obviously Trent was an artist as well. Her interest piqued Mara walked over to the sketches.
Trent was understandably not as curious about his room as Mara was. No he was far more interested in what Mara was attracted to. Following her over to his sketches he took note of the ones that attracted Mara's attention. Glancing over the various anime posters he used as inspiration his right hand flex like it was going to form a ki ball. Although he knew it was impossible for it to happen in real life Trent wished he could do it. Truly it was just a whimsical habit of his. However this time a pleasant warmth spread down his arm. Curious he glanced down.
"Holy Shit!" Trent lifted his flame wreathed forearm before his bulging eyes. Blood red fire curled around his entire forearm bathing the entire room in a red glow. Mara turned to see what Trent had done only to have a similar reaction. Except her eyes bulged from recognition. Despite the shock Trent noticed the recognition on Mara's stunned face.
"M…Mara, what is this stuff?"
"That…" Mara stuttered "… is hellfire."
"Hellfire?" quavered Trent's voice.
"Yeah, that stuff is the calling card of a Demon Lord. There are less than fifty that can summon that stuff with that amount of ease."
"Hold on Mara. Your saying I've turned into some ultra powerful demon." Trent gaped.
"Correct Hell Prince Trent." A menacing voice issued from the middle of the room. Suddenly a jet black inferno erupted in the middle of the room. From it stepped the tallest, handsomest, and darkest being. It wasn't that he of a dark coloring but that he just seemed to suck all of the light out of his surroundings. Though he had appeared facing Trent he had completely missed Mara's reaction. Trent didn't think that eyes could get that big without popping out of a person's head.
"My Lord." Mara stammered as she quickly fell to her knee in subjugation. Obviously this was the famed ruler of the underworld.
"Lucifer, I presume" Trent extended his hand smirking. He just couldn't resist taking a pot shot. And it was especially humorous to see Mara's head whip up so fast she almost gave herself whiplash.
"That is one of my names." The Dark Lord replied annoyed. While the Dark Lord surveyed Trent, Trent couldn't help but notice that Mara was doing everything but jump in place to get him to shut up. Trent's smirk grew.
"Welcome my Lord to my humble abode. May I get you anything, Persephone perhaps or maybe Job would be more appropriate." Trent grinned at Mara's frantic kill motions.
"Stop being an ass Prince Trent it does not suit you." The Dark Lord scowled. Trent deliberately ignored the look.
"Really and I was so sure you would enjoy the sheer stupidity of it all, your esteemed majesty." Trent mock bowed. Mara had completely given up all hope of Trent's continued existence and was just sat and stared at the now completely pissed deity.
"What did I ever do to deserve you?" The Dark Lord asked rubbing his temples as he reigned in his anger. "And no Mara I have no desire to end this annoyances life early. He pulls this crap all the damn time with me."
"But my Lord what do you mean Trent does this all the time? He was just changed tonight. And how is he a Hell Prince? And why do you put up his disrespect?" Mara asked figuring formality had died the second Trent had opened his trap.
"Ah all good question's Mara." The Dark Lord smiled. "And all of them have the same answer. When you and Trent switched lifestyles there was an issue of how to go about it. After some debate the Ultimate Force gave you not only different bodies but also shadow pasts. Basically your current status is what you would have if Trent had been born a demon and you a human, with a few minor adaptations for convenience. Hence you are college student and Trent grew up to be a Hell Prince. However since the time stream can not be changed the pasts did not actually happen and no one but you will remember them in anything but the vaguest terms. As to putting up with his disrespect, he happens to be one of my best agents. Though not the most powerful Trent's deviously creative mind has made him second only to me in dangerousness. He is my specialty agent for whenever I have something especially difficult that needs to be done. And with that explained I must now return to my demesne. Trent I expect you to report to me tomorrow for further instructions." With that the Dark Lord vanished in a similar manner as his arrival leaving a very stunned pair in his wake. And just as he had said Mara and Trent suddenly were caught up in a huge surge of new memories.
For Mara it was trip through a personal hell. True she knew that humans could easily be as cruel humans but she never knew how much worse it was to be human. While she had suffered growing up as a slow bloomer in hell the demons and demonesses had simply used their powers to humiliate her. They couldn't even hold a candle up to the human bitches she now remembered growing up with. Those heartless whores had made social torture to an art. Though they had no powers, they had to be extra creative to keep her down. Mara could remember the numerous times they had nearly erased her sanity. Shuddering she thanked whoever was in charge for not having to live that life.
Trent on the other hand was reveling in the feeling of finally being home. His life as a demon just felt right for some reason. His antisocial independence and creativity had separated him from the other demons early in his life and he could not have been happier. They were all pretty much morons any way. Trent remembered how unlike his fellow child demons he had studied humans, gods, and other cultures while his classmates had snubbed everything that wasn't demonic. Trent had even snuck into earth to pilferage books and movies. He actually grew to respect humans so much he had established an identity on earth. As far as he could tell Trent was the only child demon with more friends on earth plain than in hell, not to mention he was an avid computer gamer and fantasy/ sci-fi freak. And his experiences served him well in his schooling. When it had came to the final testing at the end of their schooling for placement in hell Trent did the impossible. Being that this was demonic testing, the challenge was designed for a Senior First Class Unrestricted Demon, a proverbial Herculean task for any graduate. However it did make it easier on the government as they had just one test for every position; the better you did the higher you went. And like the demons that they were Trent's classmates had charged into the task blinded by pride and personal glory. Trent knew better, he ran like hell in the other direction when it came to his turn to face the challenge. He had no delusions about his abilities at all. However since he knew that you had to face the challenge eventually Trent had long ago decided to pull every trick he knew to win, and thanks to his extended time immersed in human culture Trent had quite a few tricks. In the end Trent conquered the challenge not by brute force, as that was impossible with his third class restricted powers, but through the use of insane amounts of creativity. Hence Trent was immediately brought before the Dark Lord for sentencing as he had royally screwed up the testing system. That was how he had gotten his job as the Dark Lord's personal agent. As such he had been erased from the hell's control system and answered only to the Dark Lord. It really was a kick ass arrangement.
Trent eventually emerged from his bliss to Mara's bitter expression. Obviously her new memories weren't as nice as his. Mentally kicking himself for being blatantly insensitive Trent helped Mara too her feet. Guiding her to his bed Trent decided that she had had enough for one night.
"Go to sleep Mara, you look like you need it." Trent said pulling back the covers.
"But isn't this your bed Trent." Mara objected.
"Yeah, but there isn't a guest room and I can sleep on the couch." Trent explained.
"Oh alright." Mara accepted before curling up in his sheets. Soon she was dead asleep. Trent turned off the lights as he tiptoed out of the room. Setting up the couch as quietly as he could Trent also got ready for bed. And so the first day of the rest of Trent's life ended.