Chapter 4- Who's She?
Just so you all know, I let the dogs out, it was me!
These are really short...OH WELL! Double, double, toil and trouble, fire burn and couldren bubble! Double, double, toil and trouble, something wicked this way comes!
Albus Dumbledore sat in his office, waiting for the other order members to show up. It had been three days since he had done the unthinkable...but he was willing to sarcrifice his lowly soul for the rest of the world. His last wish had been that Voldemort could not ever rule and that somehow he would be stopped. Ironicly, Voldemort had asked the exact oppisite of he same devil, Neithe. She was not with eather at the moment, so Dumbledore had a demon named Maishus. She looked strange to dumbledore, with her short purple hair and long monkey-like tail, but he had learned to live with it. She stood behind him and looked straight ahead at all times.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Enter." Albus said in his low clear voice. In scrambled a young girl, 15, with rusty red hair and a blue cloak. Her eyes were stunning, bright aqua, and her mouth was very small. "You...uh...wanted to se me sir?" she mumbled.
"Yes, Damei, sit down." Dumbledore motioned to the chair in front of him. She nervously sat and crossed her legs. Albus got up and began to pace the room. "I saw your paintings in the hallway...do you know..."
"No sir!" Damei cut him off quickly. "I don't know how they could have gotten there!"
Albus saw through her easily. "I would ask you not to lie Ms. Koteae. It does you no good."
Fires raged and lava flowed as Neithe strolled down the stoney walk to her home in hell. The street was filled to the brim with screams and whips, mud and bone. Her housewasn't quite a castle, but it was magnificent none the less. Daggers and points rose high above her head like some sort of wicked black crown. The blood stained windows folded around and resembled eyes...Satan's eyes...
At the gate she was graciously led inside to the main room by two centars. It was a large circular room with lots of leather furniture and dark paintings. Once inside, she wasn't the least bit shocked to see Satan, her husband for ten thousand years, fondling a demon girl with long blonde hair. Neithe leaned in the doorway.
Satan looked up and pushed the demon away "Get off of me!" he demanded. The girl fell to the floor and began speaking very fast in french. The two centars came in and took her away.
Neithe raised an eyebrow at her husband. "All her life?" She could apparently speak french.
"She's only twenty one!" Satan stood up and walked over to her.
Neithe crossed her arms and sucked in her cheeks. "Where's Desdemona?" she then asked quietly.
"In her room." he said waving his hand and walking away.
"Good..." Neithe turned and started up the stairs to her daughter's room. "...she's still alive..."
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