The Demon Lord, Haruko- Chapter Eight
The black cloak swayed in the wind as the man stood before the gates to Humphrey's Peak. His black hair dropped to the bottom of his neck as he held the shard in his gloved hand. "This should be the place. I hope I have it right."
Gallows closed the book. "Um, Clive, what exactly are we looking for?"
Clive looked up from his own book. "Anything that deals with demons. However, if you feel tired, we aren't forcing you to help."
Gallows blinked and leaned back against the chair. "All right then."
He closed his eyes and attempted to sleep, when there was a sudden knock on the door.
Clive stood up, attempting to answer the door when Catherine walked into the room. "It's all right, I got it," she said as she turned to Clive.
She opened the door to reveal a man with a black coat standing before the doorway. He was holding a suitcase in his left hand, and his right was safely tucked away in his coat pocket.
"It's been awhile, hasn't it?" Clive nodded. "Yes, yes it has."
Jet leaned against the sign, which identified the town. He sighed. "You don't give up, do you?" he asked as Virginia walked up to him.
She looked at him. "I guess I'm really not the best leader. I'm not even a decent one."
The rain began to fall harder. Jet glanced at Virginia. "I should be the one apologizing. I'd just like some time alone."
Virginia moved her hands behind her back. "I know, but... you always seem so distant from everyone else. How am I supposed to know when you're crabby?"
Jet turned his head. "Crabby? That the best word you can come up with it?" Virginia kicked a stick on the ground. "I don't know. I'm tired of thinking. Do you ever fell like that?"
Jet closed his eyes. "I guess I do, sometimes. But we all have to think. Don't you have some people to be helping?"
Virginia smiled slightly. "Yeah, I do, but I'd rather be here. You know, sometimes you think a little too much. Everybody's got to relax, even when they're down," she said, nudging Jet. "Whatever," he replied, looking away.
Virginia giggled. "Can't you say something more than whatever!" Jet sighed. "Okay, here's a new word for you to think about, persistent. As in, Virginia is a very persistent person."
She smiled. "Okay, okay, I get it." She glanced at the falling rain as it fell on the ground.
"Come on, I think we have some people to help," she said as she tugged on Jet's arm.
Jet rolled his eyes. "Fine. At least I don't have to nag and annoy people to make them cooperate."
Virginia laughed. "You've got it all wrong Jet, it's my charm that attracts people."
Jet rubbed his nose. "Yeah, your charm. Not like you have any though," he mumbled.
Virginia punched him in the arm as they continued back to Clive's home.
The man set his suitcase on the table. "Quite useless to go through uncharted books isn't it Winslett?" the man asked, a small smile on his face. Clive stared at him in a small state of shock. "Morgan, it's been five years. I thought you were gone."
Morgan opened the suitcase, revealing a small stack of files, a vile of Panekiea, and a pen.
"Well Winslett, I didn't really disappear, but I decided to start exploration, exploration of Filgaia."
Clive glanced at the suitcase's belongings. "But, why have you popped up, why now?"
Morgan smiled. "I guess I just thought you needed my help. Besides, you are trying to find something, so why not I give you what you want?"
Clive pushed his glasses up. "You, you have information on demons?"
Morgan took a piece of paper from the stack. "Yes, actually, I have a lot."
Catherine walked up to Clive from behind. "Honey, who is this man?"
Clive glanced at her. "He's Morgan Casacade. He's a friend of mine, a friend."
(Yep, I know this chapter was short, but bear with me, the plot will get more interesting.)
The black cloak swayed in the wind as the man stood before the gates to Humphrey's Peak. His black hair dropped to the bottom of his neck as he held the shard in his gloved hand. "This should be the place. I hope I have it right."
Gallows closed the book. "Um, Clive, what exactly are we looking for?"
Clive looked up from his own book. "Anything that deals with demons. However, if you feel tired, we aren't forcing you to help."
Gallows blinked and leaned back against the chair. "All right then."
He closed his eyes and attempted to sleep, when there was a sudden knock on the door.
Clive stood up, attempting to answer the door when Catherine walked into the room. "It's all right, I got it," she said as she turned to Clive.
She opened the door to reveal a man with a black coat standing before the doorway. He was holding a suitcase in his left hand, and his right was safely tucked away in his coat pocket.
"It's been awhile, hasn't it?" Clive nodded. "Yes, yes it has."
Jet leaned against the sign, which identified the town. He sighed. "You don't give up, do you?" he asked as Virginia walked up to him.
She looked at him. "I guess I'm really not the best leader. I'm not even a decent one."
The rain began to fall harder. Jet glanced at Virginia. "I should be the one apologizing. I'd just like some time alone."
Virginia moved her hands behind her back. "I know, but... you always seem so distant from everyone else. How am I supposed to know when you're crabby?"
Jet turned his head. "Crabby? That the best word you can come up with it?" Virginia kicked a stick on the ground. "I don't know. I'm tired of thinking. Do you ever fell like that?"
Jet closed his eyes. "I guess I do, sometimes. But we all have to think. Don't you have some people to be helping?"
Virginia smiled slightly. "Yeah, I do, but I'd rather be here. You know, sometimes you think a little too much. Everybody's got to relax, even when they're down," she said, nudging Jet. "Whatever," he replied, looking away.
Virginia giggled. "Can't you say something more than whatever!" Jet sighed. "Okay, here's a new word for you to think about, persistent. As in, Virginia is a very persistent person."
She smiled. "Okay, okay, I get it." She glanced at the falling rain as it fell on the ground.
"Come on, I think we have some people to help," she said as she tugged on Jet's arm.
Jet rolled his eyes. "Fine. At least I don't have to nag and annoy people to make them cooperate."
Virginia laughed. "You've got it all wrong Jet, it's my charm that attracts people."
Jet rubbed his nose. "Yeah, your charm. Not like you have any though," he mumbled.
Virginia punched him in the arm as they continued back to Clive's home.
The man set his suitcase on the table. "Quite useless to go through uncharted books isn't it Winslett?" the man asked, a small smile on his face. Clive stared at him in a small state of shock. "Morgan, it's been five years. I thought you were gone."
Morgan opened the suitcase, revealing a small stack of files, a vile of Panekiea, and a pen.
"Well Winslett, I didn't really disappear, but I decided to start exploration, exploration of Filgaia."
Clive glanced at the suitcase's belongings. "But, why have you popped up, why now?"
Morgan smiled. "I guess I just thought you needed my help. Besides, you are trying to find something, so why not I give you what you want?"
Clive pushed his glasses up. "You, you have information on demons?"
Morgan took a piece of paper from the stack. "Yes, actually, I have a lot."
Catherine walked up to Clive from behind. "Honey, who is this man?"
Clive glanced at her. "He's Morgan Casacade. He's a friend of mine, a friend."
(Yep, I know this chapter was short, but bear with me, the plot will get more interesting.)