Well, my second part of the story should be a little more interesting as I am just getting started. ^_^ Yeah anyways, as I said before, if you review could you please tell me which character is the best 'cause it's based on my real friends and we're betting on which one it'll be. ^_^ Thanx! Now back to the story!

Disclaimer: All Diablo stuff belongs to the wizards of Blizzard and all the moogles belong to Squaresoft ppl.

*A pink moogle suddenly walks up and says, "Day 2, Kupo."*

(Hint: They are telling the setting!)

It was on the next day that Brian, never sleeping a minute into the night, decided to begin the search for his brothers early in the morning. Learning almost everything there was to know about the modern world by secretly absorbing information from the slumbering, talkative blonde, he asks the already awake Salem 'where he could search for a lost friend'.

"Well, you could try the phone book if they're in town," she says, pausing from cooking Belgian waffles to hand him the large book.

He uncertainly flips through the pages, eyes scanning the full content of every page at an inhuman pace. The smell of syrup, a new smell, fills his lungs as he sighs and closes the book. Of course he wouldn't find his brother's names in this 'phone book', he reasoned. Names like Mephisto and Diablo would be too obvious to be shown in such manuscripts as these if ever a mage's eyes should fall upon this particular tome. (Note that mages are the Three's main human threats). Besides, Brian knew not how many more of these books there were in such a new time as this and plus, he knew nothing of the kind of names they would choose for a disguise. 'Perhaps Damien or Lucifer would be too obvious?' he asks himself.

"Here you go," Salem says from behind him.

He turned and questionably received a plate upon which sat the odd food she had been cooking earlier.

"I didn't know how much syrup you wanted, so- it's over there if you need it."

"What is this?" he says.

"A waffle, silly. Belgian-style." She exposes her wrist to glance at her watch. "And Kyra should be here in 3.. .2... 1..."

"Waffles?! I LOOVE waffles!!" Kyra raced into the kitchen, plate in hand.

'Ah, so this Salem is a time sorceress eh?' Brian silently contemplates as the skinny blonde runs around him to get syrup. Studying Kyra, the demon offers to do as she did, pouring the thick, viscous molasses onto his waffle and sitting down. He ate slowly, unaccustomed to the syrup's sweet taste that was so different from human flesh and blood, as Rika tiredly got a plate. 'Well, I guess I'm stuck here for awhile.'

*The moogle walks up to the screen saying, "Later, kupo."*

(That means it is later in the day if you're still not getting it.)

"Well, I'm off to the mall. Catch ya' later biscuit- muncha's!: says Kyra in her sugar-induced hyperness as she steps out the front door.

The two others waved her off as the disguised demon lord sat secluded in the living room. 'Perhaps I can contact my brethren with this,' thinks Brian as he reaches for a nearby phone, recalling how Rika had been talking into it earlier. He picks it up and adjusts it near his ear as he had seen and punches in a few numbers.

"Brotherhood of the Utterly Psychotic People, Bob here. How can I help ya'?"

"Brothers?" Brian asks.

"Yes. Here we are all brethren."

"What?!"

"I'm afraid you sound lost my brother-"

"I am not your brother!"

"-council meetings are held Tuesdays at eight-"

"Urg. Mortal fool!"

"Well, if you're be like that sir-"

Brian slams the phone where he'd taken it from and held it away as if it were something holy.

"What are you doing Brian?" Rika surprises him.

"N-nothing," he says, quickly wrenching his fingers form the machine.

'Urg. Still no sign of them and I am eating wa-fulls. I feel as if my demonic resilience is slipping...'

*The moogle turns sideways and says, "Later, later, kupo."*

Brian felt an instinctive growl curl in his throat as the doorbell rings. It is night and the ringing rouses the demon from his thoughtful silence on the couch. He taps a clawed finger on the couch arm, staring at the TV advertising a strange, silver, 'caravan' called a Volvo, which confused him because he thought they were called 'cars'.

" I'm hoooome!" calls Kyra from the door. "And lookie what I found!"

Brian, too indulged in his thoughts, shrugs and thinks the blonde was as crazy as the Berserker demons he ruled over.

"You brought another person?!" shouts Salem.

"Oh boy...' sighs Rika.

"Yeah well, she says she's homeless and-"

"No. She's gotta' go. We already have someone in our care," states Salem.

"B-But that's not fair! You liked him!"

"I... I-I uh, do not!"

"Uh-huh," says Kyra somewhat triumphantly. "That's what I thought."

The demon lord had no idea what they were talking about. He changes the channel absently, it's luminous face now turned to a church channel.

"Yeah well first of all, she's not homeless and secondly, she's my sister."

"Oh."

"Go home Selena," Salem commands.

A young, innocent voice sounded in the kitchen where the girls had progressed to. "Mommee says I can stay wish you."

"Arg. Fine."

Strange how, as Brian shifts to see them in the kitchen, the word "Mephisto" rings from the TV and catches his attention. Turning up the volume, he sees a tall, robed man with long, raven-dark hair tied back, falling down the track of his spine. The slim figure's eyes, seemingly pupiless, glow with fervor as he delivers a moving speech, cajoling the audience to worship a different entity.

'Mephisto?' Brian chuckles a little to himself, the TV's loud voice drowning out those in the kitchen. 'He's at it again, trying to convert people to worship him. Just like old times.' He tries a more serious approach to his thoughts. 'Hmmm, now how and where to find him...' He turns and looks at the TV one last time before getting up and going to the kitchen. 'Geez, what has he done to his hair?'

Well, that's the end of the second chapter. I'm about to have a hand cramp so... MOnKeyS!!!