Dustyn gripped his coloring book to his chest as he walked along side his father. His pale skin stung under the hot sun but he didn't complain. He trusted his new father, but his old father didn't like it if he cried.
"Here we are Dustyn." Said his father. Dustyn looked up at his father with big eyes before he reached down and picked the young boy up and sat him on his hip. "Now your gonna be a good boy for Dani while Im gone?"
Those large eyes looked at the girl in the doorway. Her face was blank and pale, her eyes a deep amber color that matched her blond hair. The clothes were black and old looking, but something about her didn't seem too scary. The large eyes looked back up at his father. "Yes, daddy."
His father kissed his forehead and gently set him down and set him down inside the house. "Cya later kiddo." He said as the kid walked into the shadows of the house. He addressed his attention to the blond haired girl. "Ill be back later with information about Johnny."
Dani nodded and closed the door as she retreated into the shadowed house. Little Dustyn sat on the sofa, coloring in his book quietly. "So, little Dustyn, you like to color?" she asked softly, hoping to lift the odd tension in the room.
The little boy looked up at her with large blue eyes. Slowly a smile crawled upon his lips.
Squee waited at the door of Pepito's house. Though he couldn't see them, he knew he was being scanned. Only certain people were aloud to enter this house. Squee was one of the few that were pure human… ok; he's the only pure human that's allowed in this house.
The small laser scanned him form the top of his head to the soles of his feet as the track ran down the doorframe. The machine clicked and the door finally opened to the antichrists childhood home. Todd stepped though the door and heard a rustle in the kitchen. He peeked his head around the corner and saw a woman in her late 40 busy making dinner. She was cutting up veggies when Squee rounded the corner.
"Hello ma'am." He said as she turned around to see the intruder. She smiled at him. "Oh hello Squee. It's nice to see you. You haven't been here in quite a while. You here to see Pepito?" she asked before returning to cutting the potatoes. He hummed his answer before popping the raw potato in his mouth.
"How is your son, Dustyn?"
"Oh his fine. His take up the habit of coloring in his books a lot. He's a good artist." he toke one more potato piece before wavering his goodbye to the sweet woman. He headed down to the basement on the house, feeling the heat radiated up at him. The door that opened to the basement was now blocked wood with Latin words burned into it. The handle glowed bright red, looking lethal and painful.
Upon approaching the door, anyone that wasn't aloud to pass would have melted form the sure heat that it gave off. But to Squee, the air cooled around him, and he reached for the blazing handle, only to feel cold metal under his hand. He turned it and it opened easily.
The antichrist starched his wings out before leaning back in the big comfy leather chair in his office above hell. He watched as the world of the damned went about there miserable lives. The fire, the destruction, the pain…
Hell had a more New York City look to it now. Tall sky scraps that scratched at the deep red sky, the bustle of the cars below them, mobs of people bustling around, making somebody else's day even worse. Of course, all these changes happen Pepito took over hell in place of his very old father… he needed to retire badly, he had been doing his job for billions of years, but he thinking Pepito will not be as long, considering his half human side.
Pepito let out a soft yawn before running a long clawed hand over his head. His claws traced his thin horns for the top of his head, to where they curved around the back of his pointed ears and to there sharpen point under his ear lobs. His fingers continued down to his shoulder, where his wings meet his shoulder. He rubbed the leathery skin before just leaning back more into the chair, as his long thing tail whipped around the base of the chair.
Just when he was starting to relax, a crack behind him told him that Sandra had just arrived. And by the sound of it, she was pissed.
"God damn it Pepito! What have I told you about sending mindless idiots to my training?!" Screamed a female voice behind him. He turned the chair around to stare at his irated wife. Her long black hair was back in its normal bun, her red eyes were glowing a fierce red, her grey-purple skin was highlighted with red for anger. She striped the sling that held her sword onto the office table before reaching out and wrapping a longed fingered hand around Pepito's neck. Those long black nails digging into the flesh there, and his dark red blood trickled down her hand slowly.
"You sent a brainless demon into my advanced class?" her black pupils stared deeply into his purple eyes. "I had my strongest students tore it to shreds without touching him! Why the fuck did you send him there?" she nails continued to dig into his neck. Within second, he held the wrist of said hand under his claws.
"The little guy had potential." He said calmly. Her hand ripped from his.
"Potential my ass! I told you not to send those damn morons into my class, but you still do it! Im gonna guard the list of the demons there and you wont fuck with it." She added before walking to the desk and the papers started to sort themselves.
"Wait just a damn second." The papers swiped into his hand and she bared her fangs at him. He glared down at her. "Im the ruler of hell and I choose who gets trained for the apocalypse. You may be my wife, but rule this house and that's that!"
She stares up at him with piercing eyes. She needs not to say anything, but those eyes feed images of pure torture into him mind and pure hated that even made the most evil thing in hell shiver. His body seemed to go cold and his mind was begging for the images to stop. Tortures worse then what he inflicts to the most damn fill his head and his body screams form the pain it causes him but he can't rip his eyes from hers.
"Ok, ok!" he said finally, wrapping a clawed hand around his eyes. The images faded from his mind slowly "ok Hun," he added softly, glancing down at the floor. "You can keep the advance list to yourslef, but the beginners are still under my permission. Ok?" He looked up to see her red eyes cool and the blacks on the red appear again. "That's more like it."
Suddenly, the large metal door linked from the upper world and the netherworld opened. A tall black figured stepped into the room. Sandra's eyes locked upon the figure. "Hey Sandra, no draining." Said a tired voice.
"Squee, what a unexpected visit!" Pepito exclaimed, walking over to his old friend. "What brings you to the underworld? Finally going to join the undead?" he asked jokingly as he swung his arm over the other dude's shoulder. Sandra smirked from where she was as they approached.
"Nah, I just wanted to inform you that 777 has taken upon a new owner." He sat down on the sofa on the other side of the office as Pepito and Sandra sat on the other. "She reminds me very much of Johnny. She herself is responsible for some of the people that lay in this hellhole, literally."
"She sounds like a sweet girl." Sandra said sarcastically, running a clawed hand through his now freed black hair. Squee nodded. "She's not that bad really. But anyways, the reason Im here is I wanted to see if either of you have heard of Johnny's whereabouts."
"Well I had searched thought all the names and haven't found him." the antichrist stated. "I sent up one of my most gifted students to heaven as a newbie and asked about Johnny, but couldn't get a straight answer." Sandra added, looking over at Pepito with a sharp stare.
Pepito stared out into space for a second. "God is so fucking lazy, you'd think that after how fucked up the world is now, he was send down another heir to fix it, but no, he just sleeps the days away."
"Anyways, his last few secounds and thoughts would have been recorded, but nothing has been found." Sandra said as she slapped her husband in the arm to bring him out of his ADD state. Squee's brain processed this information.
"So Johnny may still be alive?"
Sorry it took me so long, but it wasn't easy writing a older Pepito. But I got it done. Yay for me..l'll explian them both better in another chapter.
Feel free to review.
btw, Sandra, didI do a good job with her?
