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The moogle takes the stage, saying, "Day 6, kupo!
Rika awoke exceptionally early this morning, finding that the sun had not risen yet. She hops out of bed in her night gown for the kitchen to eat an early breakfast and, since it was so early, she believes that no one would be awake at this hour. But she was wrong...and someone was in the kitchen. She darts to one side of the kitchen entrance and slowly peeks her head around.
The elder brother, Brian, was speaking a language that was harsh on her ears and she had never heard it before so she believed that it was from some Third-World country or something like that. The other, Derek, whom had appeared more 'down-to-earth' to her than the former, was frying eggs on the stove. The eggs were scrambled and sizzle in the pan; the fire underneath was an odd blood-red color. Then she notices that the switches to turn the fire on were untouched.
"Fis li shi mivrnenip," says Brian (This actually DOES mean some thing ) and a few imps crawl over to where a batch of newspaper sits, trying to lift it and failing, due to their inability to touch solid objects. Brian, sitting at the table, sighs and gets up to get it himself. 'They don't even LOOK Third-Worldish,' thinks Rika.
"You should really 'cut them some slack," says Derek, his back turned to the one reading the newspaper.
"Bas shil ruli rkebj?! Xua piekkx epi dekkomf dup shes halem Kyra, epims xua?"
"Yeah well...She's not like other humans and... it's a really strange feeling... this...love."
The only word recognizable in Brian's words was 'Kyra', and from what Derek was saying, she believes that he had grown affections for her friend. She thinks that it's cute but these two new members of the house were definitely unordinary. 'But just for the sake of the peace, I shouldn't tell anyone. At least they haven't tried anything illegal or lethal yet.' She shudders at the thought of her assumptions coming true. Rika's beliefs were that supernatural forces had arrived on the mortal plane only a few days ago, but she had told no one. It had been from a dream and now that seemed very possible in reality...
The moogle sways and dances, singing, "Later, kupo."
'It's been long. Too long since I've seen my brothers. These humans, so gullible indeed, have flocked to me like sheep and I sit here unbasked in my newfound glory. Before I destroy this pitiful mortal plane and move on to war against the realms of Heaven, I shall linger here on this plane for the time being. This is so because I wish to study these strange creatures a while longer and because I haven't currently the strength to do so.'
The demon going by the name of Melvin, sighs and places the large, withered tome he had been writing in, down on his desk. It's pages are filled with many pieces of history, only two years after the earth was born was when he had begun this 'diary', and it had been hundreds of years before it had been continued. It had writings about Mephisto's experiences in things like the Renaissance, the Dark Ages, the Creation of Man (yeah, lots of important stuff with capital letters), an entry about some poor sap living in the Middle Ages that had tried to stab out one of the demon's eyes with a toothpick, going by the name of Peasant Bob, and a small piece about the spilling of a cup of milk while he was eating cookies.
Mephisto a.k.a. Melvin gets up and adjusts himself in front of a mirror. With the services over and done for the day, it was now time to meet with any fans who wished to linger and speak with him. As he makes his way out of his personal quarters inside the large, stadium-like sanctuary, the esteemed preacher was bombarded with questions from eager reporters and pleads from spectators who had begun to worship the 'entity Mephisto' that Melvin had led them to believe.
However, there was one group of humans that had caught his eye among the lingering crowd. Unlike the rest of the religious fanatics, wearing formally plain clothing, who flocked to him everyday, these were clothed in garments of black and adorned with spiked accessories. Waving off all the unwanted attention, he trots over to the small group/
"Hiya strange funky person!" says the little, black-haired child at his feet.
"Selena! Mind your manners!" says a taller female whom he notices is the older sibling. She turns to him. "I'm so sorry." She then introduces herself and the group.
"It's a pleasure to meet such an esteemed preacher," speaks Rika.
"'Pleasure's all mine," says Melvin charmingly. She smiles. He scans each member of the group for any signs of magical sources... and to his surprise, finds that the two males of the group each possesses a different energy wave length that was 1) very unhuman-like and 2) strangely familiar. They looked as if they wished to speak with him, though not in the presence of the group.
"Hey Mr.Funkyhead person," says Selena tugging at the hem of his robes, "Why are you wearing a dress?"
"Selena!!! They're called robes!"
"That's him?!" says Derek to Brian. Both are behind their human companions
"Yup."
"Whoa." Derek lowers his voice. "So, how do we ditch the girls for a few minutes?"
"Ditch???"
The younger brother sighs. "It means 'to get rid of'.'"
Baal a.k.a. Brian motions for Melvin to come over to them. The preacher nods, seeing them. He excuses himself from an interesting conversation, over those electrical boxes called computers, with Rika and Kyra...but mostly Rika. The tall priest stalks over to the two demons and says, "Can I help you two with something my brothers?" (Note that Melvin still doesn't know who these guys are yet.)
"I didn't know you knew already," says Brian.
"Knew what?"
"That you knew we knew who you are and that you knew who we were too."
Derek, standing beside Brian, starts to get a headache and, knowing his brother Mephisto was a genius, knew that he would know what Brian just said. (Ooo...confuzing, isn't it?)
Mephisto, understanding what Brian just said but not believing them, decides to test them... A simple test that only a demonic lord of the Three would be able to pass.
"If you are mages seeking the identity of any of the Three, you'd be wasting your time here. But just out of curiosity, I would like to ask you a few questions."
"Aw, c'mon bro," Derek starts to slouch, finding out that Mephisto still didn't believe tham. "You know we're not m-"
"Silence Derek. We shall take his test," says Brian confidently and Derek nods, hoping to prove their identity to the elder brother.
Mephisto stares at the two and thinks, 'It's strange. They do not possess the proper garments...but they could be undercover. They even have a different energy pattern than the rest of the humans, but all magi can have strange energies.' Knowing all there was to know about the mage practices, decides to start off with an easy question.
"First of all, what is the symbol of your order of magicks?"
"Er...uh... we have no order." The priest's eyebrow furls at this quizzical statement, since every warlock obtained an order.
"Hmm...most interesting. Second, who do you serve then?"
"We serve no one," the two say.
"Third, ooh you'll never get this one, what color are the demonic triumvirate's soulstones? Only an esteemed few have laid eyes upon them. And most are dead."
"They are the three base colors of the human visual spectrum. Red, blue, and yellow."
"Mmm...Good guess..." Melvin shrugs. "Okay. Last question... In what wing of their temples do Mephisto's younger brothers keep their tortured souls?" HE smiles but conceals his fangs. "I assure you that the answers are quite unattainable."
"Baal keeps his in the west wing," says Brian, finding it weird to speak in third-person.
"Oo!Ooo! And the greatest of them all, Diablo, has them scattered around his temples!" Derek replies.
The flustered priest's eyes widen and his jaw drops. "Diablo? Baal?! I thought you were unable to break from your soulstone's shackles," Mephisto moves them toward a more secure area were prying ears would never hear. "So I sought to free you by attaining followers and getting them to find you two."
"But we're here now, so.. can we cause the destruction of both the Heavenly and mortal realms now?" asks Brian, since is the Lord of Destruction.
"N-not yet, exactly..."
"No destruction?"
"No. We have yet to come to our full power and we should dare not shed our disguises any sooner, lest both Angel and Magi strike us down...yet again."
"Oh..." the two younger ones say.
The moogle stares at the imp approaching and says, "A little later kupo. Not you again kupo!"
"Hey guys. I don't mean rush you but people are actually starting to leave so I suggest we do too," Rika shouts to the two guys.
"Tell your humans of my decision and I shall inform my followers," Melvin says to his brothers. They nod and stalk off towards Rika.
The long drive home consists of Selena chatting to her friend Derek about 'Mr.Funkyhead, Salem driving, and Kyra explaining the cosmic phenomenon of the spontaneous generation of chocolate chip muffins. As they enter the house, little Selena was the first to notice Derek and 'Brainyhead' turn on the TV and watch the church channel. She looks at the screen and sees 'Mr.Funkyhead', as the others begin to crowd around to see.
"It is with my dearest regrets," he begins, "that I must resign my religious responsibility for temporary period of time. My reasons are my own and I will be spending my time in a place who's address will not be ungiven for the sake of my privacy from the media.."
The rest of the speech was just a long drawl of words to Selena. Being a little pyro, she pounces to the kitchen and gropes a hand around in a drawer for some matches. Finding them, she steps out into the living room, trying to be as quiet as a mouse so as not to be caught, behind everyone clustered around the couch. She instantly freezes as Salem says, "Outside, Selena," without even turning around. Pouting, she goes outside to start a fire with some sticks on the concrete driveway.
"What?! He's staying here?!" shouts her sister from inside the house. Selena looks up and shrugs.
"Well, yeah, I kinda forgot to mention that earlier..." says Brain.
"Urg."
"Cool!" shouts Rika.
"Abstinence is good fo' you..." says Kyra happily. Everyone stares at her...
Okay. I'm done! Sorry it took so long to create!! And now for weekend sleepy... Er... When the weekend comes...