Whoo! It's Christmas Eve! -dances with a bewildered Baal- Erm… Anyways, sorry again for being a lazy bum! Hee. -slaps self- Okay, I need to stop saying sorry. Anyway, in case you haven't been paying attention, please say whose your favorite character in your review! Thanks! Come on! Brian and Kyra are winning! What? No love for angels? Vote for me! Salem! You know, the cool character? Hee. Anyway, thanks for reviewing! I LOVE REVIEWS!

Disclaimer: No, no, no! I don't own Blizzard stuff or moogles from Squaresoft. Yet…

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--The imp wraps it's tail around the frightened moogle, saying "At the end of school, kupo," whil the moogles says, "Don't eat me kupo!"--

"Sixty-two bottles of beer on the wall,

"Sixty-two bottles of beer!

"Take one down, pass it around,

"Sixty-one bottles of beer on the wall-"

By about the time that the group if teenagers were finishing up the last minutes of school, the Great Archangel Tyrael was pretty plastered. About fifty-percent of his immortal brain cells were rendered useless and he about nearly topples over after his sixty-third glass. He clumsily rises from his stool and exits in a rather awkward fashion, getting acquainted with the wall many times.

'Note to self: -HIC!- Don' drink alcheholl…' his thoughts slur.

"Fifty-six bottles of beer on the wall!" shout the drunken chorus as the angel makes it out of the bar.

'Gotta' find the- HIC- 'Shree…'

--The imp looks around, stating, "Going home, kupo."--

By the time the girls had left school, the guys had been long gone. This is because they had participated in after school art activities, since all the girls were true visual artists. This meant that they were late by thirty minutes and that the three brothers (who would already be home) had the responsibility to pay the babysitter and watch over Selena until they got home. These art activities only happened once a week, so the Three only the responsibility ever once in a while.

"Okie dokie!" exclaims Kyra, walking in between Salem and Rika down the long pavement running through their neighborhood. "Now we gots some free speech time! Who wants to go first?"

"Umm… What exactly are we going to talk about?" asks Rika, her ebony backpack sloping off her shoulder.

"Er… That feeling you get when you sit down in a warm chair. It's all… warmy!"

"I hate that feeling! It's gross. Just the fact of knowing that someone's butt has preceded in sitting in the same chair before you just makes me wanna' vomit."

"Booty germs!" Kyra shouts, disturbing the neighborhood.

"Uh… no comment," says the raven-haired teenager with a skull printed on her shirt, wondering how in the world she met these crazy friends of her's.

The crazy one ponders. "Okay. How about…Derek? What do you think about him?"

"He's okay," says Salem. "He's always so…positive. Even Selena likes him. It's kinda' scary. Selena usually wants to cut the living daylights out of any guys she sees."

"Yeah. He's definitely the sanest of the three. I think. You got the crazy one," Rika comments to Salem, remembering Brian haggling with the lunch-lady for the price of a bag of chips. The truth of demons existing wells beneath her train of thoughts. She's not paying much attention to the conversation now. 'So if there are demons… are there angels too?' she thinks. 'Who knows. They could be anyone in this whole neighborhood for all I know…'

She didn't know how correct she was.

--The moogle dances randomly. "Kupi kupo!" it says.--

There is a normal church located at the southern end of the neighborhood, looking new and clean and beautiful. It is grand and tall, shadowing the surrounding buildings, it's origins coming from a hefty sum of money donated by a wealthy family of sheep-shearers. It has many sculptures of biblical figures and it's stonework is elegant and detailed.

But enough about that church cause, that's not the one I'm talking about! Anyway, there is another, more decrepit church farther down the southern end of the neighborhood, and within the priest's study room, voices echo.

"So this human asks me if those shoes he found were sacred, and I told him that they couldn't be because… Jesus never wore shoes! Hahaha!"

"Uh… how is that funny?"

"Dontcha' get it? Jesus…Shoes… Oh forget it. You need up lighten up some, buddy."

The first voice is Hadriel, Archangel of Love and Happiness. Of course, his nature befit his name, but he didn't believe that it would've quite achieve it's goal to strike fear in the hearts of demons. "I had gone up to the 'Big Man's' office, you know, for a title change," Hadriel had said, "and all I got was a ticket stub for a ten-year wait and a big, fat 'NO' so I guess I'm stuck with it." The second, less enthusiastic is that of Izual, the False Angel (even though none of the angels of Heaven knew that he worked for the Three in reality. They did, however, get a strange feeling about him though. Perhaps it was his famous anti-socialism or it could be the spike-adorned black armor that he wore in contrast to the standard silver-and-gold armor that they wore).

"Tyrael's sure been out a long time," Hadriel notices, sitting in the study table's chair. Old books, manuscripts, and unlit candles lay scattered on the oak wood table before. A bible sits open to a particular page, sticky-notes poking from it's mass.

"He probably got arrested for carrying that sword around with him," Izual says from his spot, sitting on a low bookshelf.

Izual runs a hand through his hair, as fine and dark as the smooth texture of black silk, a gray headband that holding it back in place. He is wearing a black trench coat, a belt around his waist, and a matching black shirt and pants. One sleeve is rolled up, revealing a scar on his arm. Black shoes also adorn his feet (as angels tend to care for one color of dress). The False Angel's companion is wearing the same manner of clothes in gray, minus the rolled-up sleeve and headband. Hadriel's light, earthen hair is like a halo crowning his head, pulled back in a masculine ponytail. While Izual's sword, hanging limply on a strap by Izual's waist, was the famous Shadowfang, Hadriel didn't much care for the name of his sword as long as it could hack demons into bloody chunks. Eventually it came to be known as Mourning Glory.

The two angels sit in the study while the priest comes in and out of the small room to compile his notes into a sermon while trying to ignore the stares of his otherworldly guests. Out of mutual luck, much persuasion, and a couple of exorcisms, the seraphim group had been able to get the permission to take refuge in the priest's private study quarters for the duration of their hunt for the Three.

And now, they await the return of their leader.

When Tyrael waltzes in through the doors of the church a few minutes later, his two colleagues smack themselves in the head and sigh, waiting for the alcohol to evaporate from his angelic blood. After that is accomplished, which takes another few minutes from the angels' lives, Tyrael relays his doubts about the Prime Evil's whereabouts.

"I've yet to see anyone or any disastrous act which will point us in the right direction. There should've at least been an earth-shattering quake that usually comes with the awakening of three great, powerful demons. You see it in the movies all the time. However, I just before the alcohol began to take effect- and I pardon my earlier… lack of sober manners- just before it took effect, I felt an odd fluctuation in the natural energy balance in the nearby neighborhood. Of course, many things can disturb the balance, even those microwave things can change it, but this was a bigger scale fluctuation," says Tyrael, who then looks at the priest near him.

"Pardon me. Could I just get that there book? Thanks," the old man reaches around the angels, careful not to touch them, and hobbles toward his desk.

"Have any of you found anything?" the Archangel leader looks at the two hopefully.

"Well, I have heard from some sources that, a few months ago, some guy named Derek, I didn't catch his last name, he quit his job at a traveling carnival to join some groupies of his or something," states Hadriel leaning on the desk of the disturbed priest, who is now scribbling notes for a new sermon.

"So, how does that mean anything?" asks Tyrael.

"Well, maybe it's just a hunch but- the strangest thing was that he played some part in a freak show called the 'Eyes Of Fear' or something along that line. But even stranger was that he quit a perfectly good-paying job just to be with some people… and that was on the night of the second prophesized Unholy Affinity, the day that was foretold when the youngest of the Prime Evils would find a mortal puppet that would have one fourth of a chance to create an organic link from the Mortal Plane… to Hell…"

"That's nonsense. Things like people quitting their jobs could happen in huge percentages all over the mortal world, and besides, take perhaps the chance that maybe it were a lie your source told you," says Izual, trying to dissuade the archangels on following through with the idea. "I mean, Tyrael, you told us to keep an open mind to the truths of things… why not the falsities?" 'They're hitting too close to home,' thinks the fallen angel.

"Well, I see no reason why they would lie about such a thing," says Hadriel defensively.

"They're humans! They were born to lie…"

"I'm just wondering about that Organic Portal to Hell," Tyrael says, concern in his voice. "We have to find and destroy all possible humans before it is too late…"

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Well, THAT was fun. More suspense yes? I want my pizza! Don't forget to vote and umm... Is there anyone out there who is obsessed with Baal/Bryan (Yes, that is how I spell his name now!) as I am, other than that one reviewer? Huh? HUH?! Hee... Merry Xmas to ya' all! Here's the votes:

Salem: 2 (Me!)

Bryan: 4 (Ooo..)

Selena: 2 (My sista'. She's a monkey.)

Derek: 2 (Do you love him? Huh?)

Kyra: 4 (She's crazy!)

Rika: 3 (She's sane!)

Melvin: 2 ( Bow down!)