Disclaimer: I don't own Mara, Hild, or anyone else from the AMG universe. Trent and Fay are mine though. Now you can't sue my penniless ass.
Chp. 3: Infernal Spawn of Evil.
It was a normal looking neighborhood. There were normal looking houses. A few families, a married couple, and even the old crotchety man at the end of the street. Little did they know that in the middle house supernatural forces that would shake the world were emerging.
Mara was having a pleasant dream of torture and destruction. Smirking she stood over her victims listening to their pleads, their screams, their chainsaw. Chainsaw? Mara was abruptly shoved into consciousness by a deep rhythmic rumbling emanating somewhere below her. That was curious as there shouldn't be anyone in her lair at this hour. Stretching Mara had this horrible vision that she had been turned into a human by an imbecile. But that was ridiculous wasn't it. Cracking her eyes open Mara glanced over at the wall.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
Glaring at the wall of weapons in horror, Trent hunting just became Mara's first task.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Trent was sprawled out over the couch snoring loud enough to wake the dead. Despite the fact he was nearly half again as long as the couch Trent was so far out of it that Mara's screams hadn't even fazed him. He was totally completely gone into la-la land. Mara however had much different plans for Trent though. Having found her quarry Mara used her favorite technique to awaken him: strangling the life out him.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
At the same time a compact car pulled into the drive way. Stumbling out of it a tall woman waved her friends good bye. Fumbling at the door for her keys she vowed never again to go clubbing on a weekday with her friends again. All she wanted now was a nice hot bath and a warm soft bed. Hobbling through the hallway she was stopped by the entrance to the living room by a weird thumping sound. Cracking the door open she was greeted by the sight of her some sleeping buffed stranger with her brother's face being strangled by a skimpily dressed, platinum blond, extremely pissed, supermodel. Muttering about alcohol induced hallucinations she continued on to her bedroom for some much needed sleep.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Back in the living room Mara was slowly coming to the conclusion that strangulation was just not going to work. Probably because she had been at it for half an hour and all she had to show for it was a dent in the couch from his head. Relinquishing her grip Mara went in search of a better weapon. Passing the kitchen she got an idea, a marvelously wicked idea. Finding the biggest, heaviest frying pan in the kitchen she stalked back to the living room.
BBOOOOONNNGGGG!!!!
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Upstairs the woman shot strait up in her bed. There was no way in hell that noise was just a figment of her imagination. Slipping on her robe she summed up the situation in three simple words.
"What the hell?!"
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Trent awoke to the worst headache of his life. It felt like someone had used his head for an anvil on purpose. Opening his eyes to Mara's second swing he just barely shifted to soften the blow.
BONG!
"What the fuck!" He moaned while shielding his throbbing head.
"This is for making my life hell bastard!" Mara seethed while raining earth shattering blows upon Trent's head.
"Damn it Mara that hurts!" Trent yelled blocking the blows with his forearms.
"That's the point Trent!" Mara screamed back. And so it continued until they heard a pistol being cocked in the doorway. As one their heads turned to the doorway. Standing their was a blurry eyed lady in a robe pointing an automatic pistol at them.
"I don't know who the hell you are but I want an explanation right now." She threatened. Understandably Mara instantly froze considering her now mortal condition. Trent however burst out laughing.
"And just what is so funny?!" she demanded.
"Oh nothing." Trent chuckled. "It's just that the safety is on and you forgot to load the clip. I thought I taught you better Fay."
"Trent?!" Fay gasped, the pistol slipping from her grip.
"The one and only." Trent smirked. Picking Mara off him and setting her on her feet Trent got to his own. Looking closer at Fay he took in her completely ragged appearance.
"Clubbing again eh Fay." Trent smirked.
"Yeah, not that it's anything to you." Fay snarled back.
"Well why don't you go clean up before we get down to explanations." Trent suggested.
"OK, but when I get back you are in deep shit pal." Fay growled before heading back upstairs. Trent sighed before turning back to Mara. Right into Mara's swinging frying pan.
BBOONNGG!!
This time though Trent grabbed the frying pan out of her grip before she could swing again. Rubbing his face Trent glared at the evil frying pan which interestingly enough now bore a slight dent in the shape of his face. Growling at Mara Trent crumpled the pan into a wad and tossed it into the nearest trashcan. Quelling his anger Trent once again regarded Mara.
"Mara I know that I have uprooted your life but pounding my head in won't change that." Trent berated her.
"I know Trent but it helps to vent my frustration." Mara grinned.
"That's what video games are for Mara."
"Hmph. And who is Fay?" Mara asked crossing her arms.
"Fay is my sister Mara. Please be nicer to her than you are to me."
"So she is the one who said you didn't have a chance of getting a girlfriend."
"Yeah." Trent sighed as Fay came back into the room fully dressed and looking much better.
"You had better have a damn good explanation Trent." Fay said sitting in the arm chair across from the couch. Trent sighed as he sat back down on the couch with Mara at his side.
"I do have one Fay really I do. It's just really weird. You see I was studying last night and…."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Fifteen minutes, several interruptions, and one smack later Trent finished his tale. Rubbing his smarting cheek, for Mara did not appreciate his synopsis of her actions, Trent regarded his sister. Fay had a blank unreadable look on her face. Time seemed to stop.
"Bullshit." Fay stated. "I know you always wanted to live your fantasies Trent but this is ridiculous. What really happened? Did one of your friends just get carried away at the party?"
"You're wrong Fay." Trent said curtailing Mara's indignant response. "And I can prove it."
"Oh really? How." Fay challenged.
"Let there be light." Trent smirked engulfing his entire body in hellfire.
"Holy crap!" Fay jumped in her chair. "You are a demon."
"Hell Prince actually." Trent grinned.
"And you used to be a demoness!" Fay accused pointing a finger at Mara.
"Now, now, Fay that's not nice. She is a human just like you now. Which reminds me; Mara is going to need your help acclimating to some parts of human life." Trent reminded her.
"And why can't you acclimatize her, Trent?" Fay accused.
"Because I'm not female, Fay. And I think you should start now since I've got to meet with Lucifer. Ciao." Trent smirked before disappearing in a flash of light. Fay's jaw dropped while Mara looked like she wanted kill something.
"I'm sorry Fay but I'm going to kill your brother when he gets back." Mara snarled.
"I'll help but it won't do any good." Fay agreed.
"Why not?"
"Because my brother has a habit of being damn near indestructible. All the kids know that fighting him is useless because we just can't hurt him." Fay explained.
"You might not be able to but I certainly can. I hold his heart, mind, and soul." Mara smirked.
"What?! When did Trent get a girlfriend and when did he fall in love?!" Fay screamed startled. Mara raised her eyebrow at her shock.
"It happened last night when my wish got screwed up." Mara explained.
"Oh. He..he..he." Fay chuckled.
"What's so funny?" Mara asked.
"Trent had to wish for a girlfriend." Fay grinned.
"Yeah he is quite a nerd." Mara grinned back. Staring at each other the women suddenly burst out laughing.
"So you want to go shopping?" Fay asked.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Trent appeared in the lobby of the Vanagdrasil Headquarters with a smile on his face. Not only had he tweaked Fay, for which he knew he would pay, but the first spell from his "false" memories had worked perfectly. Whistling a Crono Trigger tune Trent headed towards his office with a bounce in his step. The flabbergasted faces of his demonic coworkers only bolstered his spirits higher. He really must have looked out of place skipping gaily through the menagerie of nightmarish surroundings.
Passing through the great hall Trent headed strait for Queen Hild's chambers. Still skipping now his coworkers faces turned to pure horror. No one with any sense of self-preservation went anywhere near that complex with out a damn good reason. And Trent obviously did not have a good reason. To annoy the 'ruler' of Vanagdrasil was to risk extermination. Show how much your average demon knew.
The actual leader of Vanagdrasil was Oni-sama, but he preferred not to deal with every little detail of running 'hell'. Hence he delegated the role to Hild so that he would be free to attend more important matters. Few knew of the Dark Lord because of Hild's presence but there were a few. Trent was one of few. Actually since he reported to Oni-sama directly Trent was on the same level as Hild. That was why he could blissfully skip into her chambers with only a nasty glare from said 'ruler'. To which he playfully flipped her the bird before entering the portal to the Dark Lord's personal compound. Oh the joys of being in the Dark Lord's employ.
Conversely the Dark Lord's complex was much less and much more frightening than the rest of the capitol. Completely forgoing the traditional corpses and other horrors it was formed completely out of uniform glossy black stone. Light seamed to fall into it like a black hole and in turn the entire place emanated astounding amounts of dark energy. Any occupant couldn't help but be cowered by the power contained within theses walls. It gave the overall effect of being surrounded by a dark void that threatened all sanity. Trent liked the effect.
Sauntering into Oni-sama's office Trent plopped down in a chair. Noting the Lord's annoyed glare he grinned.
"What's up Doc?"
"I thought I told you to stop being an ass Trent."
"Ok, I'm done now. What's on the agenda chief?"
"I have a simple task for you as it is actually your first mission. You are to infiltrate Yggdrasil."
"Don't ask much do you."
"Well you are my best agent. Now get to work. I expect a full report by the weeks end."
"Yes sir!" Trent snapped to attention. Grinning he left the office with grin on his face and a springing his step.
Chp. 3: Infernal Spawn of Evil.
It was a normal looking neighborhood. There were normal looking houses. A few families, a married couple, and even the old crotchety man at the end of the street. Little did they know that in the middle house supernatural forces that would shake the world were emerging.
Mara was having a pleasant dream of torture and destruction. Smirking she stood over her victims listening to their pleads, their screams, their chainsaw. Chainsaw? Mara was abruptly shoved into consciousness by a deep rhythmic rumbling emanating somewhere below her. That was curious as there shouldn't be anyone in her lair at this hour. Stretching Mara had this horrible vision that she had been turned into a human by an imbecile. But that was ridiculous wasn't it. Cracking her eyes open Mara glanced over at the wall.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
Glaring at the wall of weapons in horror, Trent hunting just became Mara's first task.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Trent was sprawled out over the couch snoring loud enough to wake the dead. Despite the fact he was nearly half again as long as the couch Trent was so far out of it that Mara's screams hadn't even fazed him. He was totally completely gone into la-la land. Mara however had much different plans for Trent though. Having found her quarry Mara used her favorite technique to awaken him: strangling the life out him.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
At the same time a compact car pulled into the drive way. Stumbling out of it a tall woman waved her friends good bye. Fumbling at the door for her keys she vowed never again to go clubbing on a weekday with her friends again. All she wanted now was a nice hot bath and a warm soft bed. Hobbling through the hallway she was stopped by the entrance to the living room by a weird thumping sound. Cracking the door open she was greeted by the sight of her some sleeping buffed stranger with her brother's face being strangled by a skimpily dressed, platinum blond, extremely pissed, supermodel. Muttering about alcohol induced hallucinations she continued on to her bedroom for some much needed sleep.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Back in the living room Mara was slowly coming to the conclusion that strangulation was just not going to work. Probably because she had been at it for half an hour and all she had to show for it was a dent in the couch from his head. Relinquishing her grip Mara went in search of a better weapon. Passing the kitchen she got an idea, a marvelously wicked idea. Finding the biggest, heaviest frying pan in the kitchen she stalked back to the living room.
BBOOOOONNNGGGG!!!!
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Upstairs the woman shot strait up in her bed. There was no way in hell that noise was just a figment of her imagination. Slipping on her robe she summed up the situation in three simple words.
"What the hell?!"
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Trent awoke to the worst headache of his life. It felt like someone had used his head for an anvil on purpose. Opening his eyes to Mara's second swing he just barely shifted to soften the blow.
BONG!
"What the fuck!" He moaned while shielding his throbbing head.
"This is for making my life hell bastard!" Mara seethed while raining earth shattering blows upon Trent's head.
"Damn it Mara that hurts!" Trent yelled blocking the blows with his forearms.
"That's the point Trent!" Mara screamed back. And so it continued until they heard a pistol being cocked in the doorway. As one their heads turned to the doorway. Standing their was a blurry eyed lady in a robe pointing an automatic pistol at them.
"I don't know who the hell you are but I want an explanation right now." She threatened. Understandably Mara instantly froze considering her now mortal condition. Trent however burst out laughing.
"And just what is so funny?!" she demanded.
"Oh nothing." Trent chuckled. "It's just that the safety is on and you forgot to load the clip. I thought I taught you better Fay."
"Trent?!" Fay gasped, the pistol slipping from her grip.
"The one and only." Trent smirked. Picking Mara off him and setting her on her feet Trent got to his own. Looking closer at Fay he took in her completely ragged appearance.
"Clubbing again eh Fay." Trent smirked.
"Yeah, not that it's anything to you." Fay snarled back.
"Well why don't you go clean up before we get down to explanations." Trent suggested.
"OK, but when I get back you are in deep shit pal." Fay growled before heading back upstairs. Trent sighed before turning back to Mara. Right into Mara's swinging frying pan.
BBOONNGG!!
This time though Trent grabbed the frying pan out of her grip before she could swing again. Rubbing his face Trent glared at the evil frying pan which interestingly enough now bore a slight dent in the shape of his face. Growling at Mara Trent crumpled the pan into a wad and tossed it into the nearest trashcan. Quelling his anger Trent once again regarded Mara.
"Mara I know that I have uprooted your life but pounding my head in won't change that." Trent berated her.
"I know Trent but it helps to vent my frustration." Mara grinned.
"That's what video games are for Mara."
"Hmph. And who is Fay?" Mara asked crossing her arms.
"Fay is my sister Mara. Please be nicer to her than you are to me."
"So she is the one who said you didn't have a chance of getting a girlfriend."
"Yeah." Trent sighed as Fay came back into the room fully dressed and looking much better.
"You had better have a damn good explanation Trent." Fay said sitting in the arm chair across from the couch. Trent sighed as he sat back down on the couch with Mara at his side.
"I do have one Fay really I do. It's just really weird. You see I was studying last night and…."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Fifteen minutes, several interruptions, and one smack later Trent finished his tale. Rubbing his smarting cheek, for Mara did not appreciate his synopsis of her actions, Trent regarded his sister. Fay had a blank unreadable look on her face. Time seemed to stop.
"Bullshit." Fay stated. "I know you always wanted to live your fantasies Trent but this is ridiculous. What really happened? Did one of your friends just get carried away at the party?"
"You're wrong Fay." Trent said curtailing Mara's indignant response. "And I can prove it."
"Oh really? How." Fay challenged.
"Let there be light." Trent smirked engulfing his entire body in hellfire.
"Holy crap!" Fay jumped in her chair. "You are a demon."
"Hell Prince actually." Trent grinned.
"And you used to be a demoness!" Fay accused pointing a finger at Mara.
"Now, now, Fay that's not nice. She is a human just like you now. Which reminds me; Mara is going to need your help acclimating to some parts of human life." Trent reminded her.
"And why can't you acclimatize her, Trent?" Fay accused.
"Because I'm not female, Fay. And I think you should start now since I've got to meet with Lucifer. Ciao." Trent smirked before disappearing in a flash of light. Fay's jaw dropped while Mara looked like she wanted kill something.
"I'm sorry Fay but I'm going to kill your brother when he gets back." Mara snarled.
"I'll help but it won't do any good." Fay agreed.
"Why not?"
"Because my brother has a habit of being damn near indestructible. All the kids know that fighting him is useless because we just can't hurt him." Fay explained.
"You might not be able to but I certainly can. I hold his heart, mind, and soul." Mara smirked.
"What?! When did Trent get a girlfriend and when did he fall in love?!" Fay screamed startled. Mara raised her eyebrow at her shock.
"It happened last night when my wish got screwed up." Mara explained.
"Oh. He..he..he." Fay chuckled.
"What's so funny?" Mara asked.
"Trent had to wish for a girlfriend." Fay grinned.
"Yeah he is quite a nerd." Mara grinned back. Staring at each other the women suddenly burst out laughing.
"So you want to go shopping?" Fay asked.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Trent appeared in the lobby of the Vanagdrasil Headquarters with a smile on his face. Not only had he tweaked Fay, for which he knew he would pay, but the first spell from his "false" memories had worked perfectly. Whistling a Crono Trigger tune Trent headed towards his office with a bounce in his step. The flabbergasted faces of his demonic coworkers only bolstered his spirits higher. He really must have looked out of place skipping gaily through the menagerie of nightmarish surroundings.
Passing through the great hall Trent headed strait for Queen Hild's chambers. Still skipping now his coworkers faces turned to pure horror. No one with any sense of self-preservation went anywhere near that complex with out a damn good reason. And Trent obviously did not have a good reason. To annoy the 'ruler' of Vanagdrasil was to risk extermination. Show how much your average demon knew.
The actual leader of Vanagdrasil was Oni-sama, but he preferred not to deal with every little detail of running 'hell'. Hence he delegated the role to Hild so that he would be free to attend more important matters. Few knew of the Dark Lord because of Hild's presence but there were a few. Trent was one of few. Actually since he reported to Oni-sama directly Trent was on the same level as Hild. That was why he could blissfully skip into her chambers with only a nasty glare from said 'ruler'. To which he playfully flipped her the bird before entering the portal to the Dark Lord's personal compound. Oh the joys of being in the Dark Lord's employ.
Conversely the Dark Lord's complex was much less and much more frightening than the rest of the capitol. Completely forgoing the traditional corpses and other horrors it was formed completely out of uniform glossy black stone. Light seamed to fall into it like a black hole and in turn the entire place emanated astounding amounts of dark energy. Any occupant couldn't help but be cowered by the power contained within theses walls. It gave the overall effect of being surrounded by a dark void that threatened all sanity. Trent liked the effect.
Sauntering into Oni-sama's office Trent plopped down in a chair. Noting the Lord's annoyed glare he grinned.
"What's up Doc?"
"I thought I told you to stop being an ass Trent."
"Ok, I'm done now. What's on the agenda chief?"
"I have a simple task for you as it is actually your first mission. You are to infiltrate Yggdrasil."
"Don't ask much do you."
"Well you are my best agent. Now get to work. I expect a full report by the weeks end."
"Yes sir!" Trent snapped to attention. Grinning he left the office with grin on his face and a springing his step.