Disclaimer: I don't own any of Jhonen Vasquez's characters... I only wish I did.

Part 15

(Jen's View)

Here it is, 666. A normal looking house, except for the chimney, which was spewing out abnormally large amounts of smoke into the clear, summer sky.

I rang the doorbell and a woman answered.

"Well hello! What do you need?" she asked cheerily.

"Well, I'm Jennifer Nikolai and I'm looking for Todd Casil?"

"OH! Come on in then! He's inside playing with my son, Pepito, in the basement! Oh, by the way, I'm Laurie Morningstar!"

O.O "Oh… umm… Like Lucifer Morningstar?"

"Yes! My husband! Although he prefers Juan. He's not home from work yet though…"

Mrs. Morningstar called out for Pepito and Todd. A little boy with small horns popped out a door, who I suppose was Pepito, and a wave of scorching heat seeped into the room. Todd followed quickly, covered in blood and soot. He fell to the ground, kissing the wooden floorboards.

"Yes mother?" Pepito answered.

"Jennifer here wants to see Todd!"

"Eh?" Pepito looked at me.

"Oh, hi Pepito. I'm Jennifer Nikolai…" I rasped at the Anti-Christ.

"Okay dears, I've got to go finish dinner. Would you like to stay for dinner, Jennifer?" Mrs. Morningstar asked me.

I looked at Todd, who was nodding furiously and mouthing, "Please".

"Umm… sure, thanks Mrs Morningstar."

"No problem! Have fun kids!" Mrs. Morningstar smiled and left the room.

I turned and looked at the two boys, "So, what were you guys doing before?"

Pepito smiled wickedly, "Blowing up rats in the basement…"

"Oooh firecrackers?!" I screeched.

"No, not exactly… but good idea! I'll show you if you come along!"

"OF COURSE I'LL COME! I NEED TA LOSE SOME BRAIN CELLS…AND HANG OUT WITH TODD!"

"THEN OFF TO THE BASEMENT!" Pepito roared.

"SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Todd latched onto the leg of a coffee table.

"Oh come now, Todd. Come along…" With little effort, Pepito dragged Todd and the coffee table through the basement door. The coffee table was too large, but the wood splintered into bits and Pepito kept going.

"NOOOOOOOOO!" Todd shrieked.

I followed into the torrid basement.

The sight that met my eyes was literally, a piece of Hell. Flames were everywhere as were screams. There were lesser demons tending to the stake fires and boiling water. The greater demons were monitoring everyone, shoving damned souls into boiling water or raging fires, and lashing at anything in their way. There were screaming, emaciated bodies impaled upon rows and rows of long stakes. There were bodies hanging from the walls, either nailed or hooked onto them. There were bodies hanging from the ceiling, from the nooses around their necks. Rats the size of footballs infested the piece of Hell, apparently attracted to the rot and blood.

Pepito snapped his fingers and three rats exploded. Blood splattered everywhere and he laughed hysterically.

Todd squeaked and huddled into a corner. He clutched at his head protectively.

Pepito snapped again and paintball guns appeared in each pair of hands. He smiled, "I've always wanted to use these… Oh, but do be careful. These contain acid that would just burn through your flesh and bones in seconds…"

Suddenly, a rat bounded towards Todd. It latched itself upon him, hissing.

"AAARRRGHHH! LEMME GO!" Todd flung the rat off and started beating it frantically, with the gun.

My eye twitched as blood splattered on my face.

Pepito nodded approvingly as the rat turned into a bloody mush, "Getting into the games now, aren't we Todd?"

I shot at a rat, "HEY! Look! I GOT THAT ONE IN THE ASS!"

The rat started smoking and disintegrating.

"Oooh me likey", I commented to Pepito.

"Well I do try," he smiled.

He shot five rats in one swift movement.

O.O

Todd hesitantly shot his acid-gun at a random spot.

"OWW! MY EYE! ARRGH!" A voice screamed out.

O.o Todd squeaked.

"Oh relax, that was just Jimmy… or Mmy I suppose… Such an annoying, little prick", Pepito commented.

He shot his gun again at a certain area and was rewarded with Mmy's shrill screams.

"Yeah… apparently souls don't die, so we can torture them however much we want. Mmy's no exception. Hmm… Why don't we play a little game? Whoever shoots Mmy in the groin without being ripped to shreds by the rats gets to STAY ALIVE! MUAHAHAHAAAA!"

"Squeeee…" Todd squeaked.

"Oh relax Todd, these rats aren't as dangerous as you--" Pepito was cut off as a rat flung itself onto his face. Furiously, Pepito yanked it off his face and shook it violently. "I'M STILL TALKING HERE!!"

And the rat exploded.

O.o…

And Pepito set fire to the flying bits with a snap of his fingers.

O.O…

Pepito looked back at us, "As I was saying… these rats aren't as dangerous as you think."

Todd squeaked and I laughed nervously.

So we played. Amazingly, Todd was doing quite well. He killed a number of rats while shrieking prayers and something about his will.

Blood splattered everywhere and Pepito was laughing uproariously. Then…

"PEPITO! YOUR FATHER'S HOME!" Mrs. Morningstar's voice rang down into the basement.

"Oh, what a pity…" Pepito shot his gun one last time and Mmy screeched.

Todd shot up the stairs first and out the door. He was in such a hurry that he ran into a man that was hanging up his coat near the front door.

The man set Todd upright and laughed, "Well, Todd Casil! Nice to see you again! Changed your mind about joining me, I hope?"

Todd shook his head 'no' and squeaked.

FOOOOM!

Where the man was, stood a tall, thin figure. Satan, himself. "Well that's a shame…"

"Hello son!" The fallen angel greeted his son.

"Hello father", Pepito answered, slightly reluctant.

"How was your day?"

"Fine father. Ah, I'd like for you to meet someone…" Pepito gestured towards me, "Jennifer Nikolai…"

Satan looked at me and smiled, " Ah, Jennifer Nikolai! I know you… You were quite the little fan of mine in eighth grade, I believe… I also think I saw you at Ozzfest 2000!"

"Oh…" I shifted my eyes, "Heh heh… Yeah… The good old days, huh? Well it's nice to meet you face to face… Umm Mr. Morningst--"

"Oh please, call me Señor Diablo. The feeling's mutual." Satan bent slightly and looked at me closely, "Perhaps you would like to be my supporter and join my dark, soulless army? We've got Jimi Hendrix, Sid Vicious, Hillel Slovak, Bon Scott, Jonathan Melvoin, John Bonham, and such. I'll even throw in a free toaster… All you have to do is…give me your soul… What do you say, girl?"

"Uhh… It's tempting and all, but no, I'm sorry. I still think you're cool and all, but I really don't wanna…"

Satan shrugged, "Oh well, I tried."

Mrs. Morningstar walked in and gave her husband a kiss, "Hi dear! How was your day?"

"Oh you know… same old same old… Flaying the skin of the damned, firing the moronic demons, managing the Black-Market… Oh, actually there was a bus full of cheerleaders that died today! Oh it was absolutely annoying… But otherwise, it was pretty much the usual."

Mrs. Morningstar smiled brightly and told everyone that dinner was ready.

Dinner turned out to be more serene than I could have imagined… I MEAN, IT WAS THE DEVIL AND THE ANTI-CHRIST, HERE IN THE SAME ROOM! But it was too uncomfortable and quiet.

Suddenly, a shrieking alarm cut through the air.

Satan stood up immediately, knocking back his chair, "Holy Christwagons, Duma! Someone's escaped the Hellhole! Honey, send for Lixiel! Quickly!"

"Okay!" His wife replied brightly and rushed off skipping.

A rumbling was heard and a tall, broad, black Greater Demon stepped into the living room. His horns gouged deeply into the ceiling. "Lord, what is it that you want?" The demon hissed.

"Who has escaped, Lixiel?"

"Oh… It's that incredibly annoying one with bad acne… The one that was trying to follow waste-lock 777's footsteps…"

"JIMMY? SHIT! HE'S LOOSE IN THE HOUSE?!"

"Oh, Mmy... I didn't think he was danger--"A sharp, burning pain bit into my leg and I looked down, only to see a knife sticking out of my left calf. Holding the handle, on the ground, was Mmy, smiling cruelly.

O.o

Everyone froze and Mmy viciously yanked out the knife. I fell to the ground and Mmy raised his knife to stab again...

To be continued….