Wow! I gots reviews! Awesome! 57 baby! I'm aimin' for 100! Ermm… Anyway (There's that word!) here's the next chappie. I think most know to vote for your favorite character already. J Now on to reader acknowledgements:
To Katz-Go-Moo: Whoo! You review every time! If my email account worked, I would email ya' but unfortunately it does. --cries--
To Gdog4evr: Yay! You have come back! I love long reviews! That poor story of your's. It hasn't been updated in a year. Lol. Ah! The site you were going to tell me where to put my pics didn't show.
To Samuel Tong: Hehe. Thanks for reviewing! Yeah, it IS hard to imagine a demon liking a human, isn't it?
Disclaimer: Moogles and Diablo stuff belong not to me.
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--'Ohh the humanity, kupo.." the moogle stutters, now a pile of ash. "At the school kupo," the imp says, staring at the smoldering mass.--
The Prime Evils sit together in history class with Mephisto correcting the teacher in every chronological error in the events of the Dark Ages. Brian taps his pencil irritably on the desk, looking around anxiously. He doesn't quite know why though. Derek notices his brother's irritability.
"What's wrong?" he asks, concerned.
"I… I don't know," the black-clad teenager looks around at Rika, who was the only one of the three girls who had History class with them. "Something's not right…"
"Hmm… You just stole too many candy bars for one day. Don't worry. Your hyper-ness will wear off," Derek says, trying to console his brother.
"No, it's not that…"
"Well, if your anxious about getting out of school and destroying something, then you're just gonna' have to learn to how to control it."
"Nah. S'not that either… I just don't think that we're alone."
"Of course not, just look around-"
"I mean alone alone…"
"Oh… Who do you think it might be?"
Just then, the bell rings, signaling the end of the school day. Derek gathers his stuff quickly, scooping up his books and shoving them into his crimson knapsack, to catch up to with his already departing brothers and Rika. Brian looks back at his younger sibling when Amanda saunters over to Derek. "Hey Derek," she chimes cheerfully.
The misfortunate demon tries to reluctantly pull away but she just holds on to his arm like a leech. He takes on the look of one who is held in a prison. 'Poor Derek,' Brian thinks unsympathetically.
Brian sighs, remembering that both he and Derek had after school detention. Of course Brian had detention for winning a fight against the top-ranked bully of the student 'social system' and for stealing candy bars at the snack bar. But in Derek's case, he is going to detention for sneezing in the class of the infamous, dreaded Mr. Axem's class, also known as 'the Axe' because he enjoys cutting down people's self-esteem.
Ben Axem is an old, 'stuck-up' man who enjoys wearing an odd, plaid assortment of clothing. He also revels in the telling of his role in World War II (he had been a milk man surplus provider to the armies), the confiscation of 'certain magazines' that he caught teenagers reading, and his most favorite leisure was assigning students to detention for the slightest reason.
Mephisto mumbles at Brian's side, seemingly unaware of Derek's predicament. "If anyone catches me in this misguided house of false knowledge, my social influence will weaken my religious façade…"
--"Er hem, kupo. After-school detention, kupo," the imp says, now alone.--
Derek sighs as the class filters out of the room for the end of the after-school detention session. He still can't shake Kyra out of his mind. Sure Amanda was just something, a puppet, used to make Kyra jealous, but had he overdone it? He hadn't even seen her leave with Salem and Rika. He looks at Brian, who still seemed wary.
The dark-haired teenager stops in mid-stride, Derek almost bowling into him.
"Hey… Do you smell food?" Although demons didn't need physical sustenance, while on the human plane, the Three had developed a liking towards consuming food rather than people. Almost. However, it didn't seem to Derek the Brian would think of food at a time like this, especially since Baal ate the least.
But Derek takes a whiff of the air anyway and, sure enough, he does smell food. More like burnt food. 'Why would they be serving food in the cafeteria now?' he thinks, since the cafeteria, located beside the detention building, is closed after-hours.
His older brother tugs on his sleeve and the two curious demon lords head towards the cafeteria. Their footsteps echo loudly in the abandoned hall. Usually any student who dared trespass into a school building after-hours would fear that someone from the school's staff would find them. But not Derek. He has no fear of any school authorities if they were to be caught wandering the halls. In fact, he was fear itself. It is ironic to him how he was startled by what met his vision as they arrived at the entrance of the café.
As they enter, a blast of immense heat assaults them, sending a faint wave of nostalgia running through the two demon monarchs. Curiosity drives them to find the source of such intense heat. Derek looks around and notices that every microwave, oven, and stove were either openor turned on to it's fullest heat. Every refrigeration unit seems to be missing as well.
The temperature is nothing to the Brian and Derek, but would be almost unbearable to an average human. Derek growls when he sees Kyra tied to an upright table against a searing wall, tied in chains in a way that would remind one of Christ in a passion play. Her head jerks up when she sees Derek, her face reddened by the heat, tender and pained.
"Derek! Help me!"
The demon starts to run towards her when an icy voice causes Derek to halt. He turns.
"I just abhor this cool weather, don't you?" asks the teenager with a scar on one eye. He is leaning back on another table with his hands folded behind his head. A devilish grin is plastered on his face, eyes gleaming a faint sort of crimson, matching the backdrop of the fires rising from a flaming stoves turned on full blast. Over his white shirt, he is wearing a black sweater that hangs low, as if something solid hid in the pockets. He slowly gets up and stretches.
"Belial, the Shape Shifter…" Diablo hisses through clenched teeth. "Let her go," he commands, looking at Kyra, whose eyes were fluttering closed and her head slumping down.
"I don't think so, master. You don't really believe I would let you win so easily, did you? We have rules to the game you know…"
"What do you want?" steps in Baal, glaring menacingly at their traitorous minion.
"Your soulstones…" Belial breathes, stepping over to Kyra and lightly tracing a sharp nail over her forehead. The helpless girl flinches. "…And your lives…" He turns towards them, slitting her skin slightly, a thin line of blood trailing between her closed eyes. "I mean, you love her, don't you?" He lifts her seemingly-lifeless head brusquely. " Your powers for the one you love. With your soulstones, I shall conquer Heaven, Hell, and everything between. I will dispose of Azmodan after I dispose of you, and once you are out of the way, all shall be mine to rule."--"I'm back again kupo! At the angels, kupo!" the moogle chants while the irritated imp says, "Arg, kupo."--
"Yes. I think this is the place," says Hadriel, nodding.
The angelic trio stands outside of the sprawling high school campus. Hadriel delights in his ability to gather information, thanks to the newfound miracle called an 'internet'. Tyrael congratulates Hadriel, while Izual glances around nervously. 'We shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be here,' he thinks frantically.
"According to my information, no one should be here except for 'wrong-doing' mortals that must attend a 'detenshon'. Erm… Yes. If the Three are disguised as mortal juveniles, then I believe they would be here, for this is where this Derek's friends attend a 'skool'. It is in the Prime Evils' blood that they should get into trouble," deduces Hadriel.
"You are absolutely sure that they would be here?" asks Tyrael.
"Absolutely." Hadriel is first to enter the 'Detenshon' building, followed by his two companions.
Izual is the last to follow, lagging behind and thinking, 'Dead angel walkin'…"
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Okay. So this is a somewhat short chappie, but don't worry! There's more to come! --jumps on top of computer table-- I think I've finally snapped out of my laziness! --sits back down-- No wait! Nevermind. Here's the votes (including what they want to say to get you to vote for them!):
Salem: 2 ("Umm… Vote me?")
Brian: 4 ("Hehe. I'm hot! Vote me!")
Selena: 2 ("Voties pleez!" --smiles cutely--)
Derek: 2 ("Yo.")
Kyra: 4 ("I wants votes!" --jumps around--)
Rika: 3 ("No comment…")
Melvin: 2 ("Worship me mortal fool!")
Tyrael: 0 (--currently drunk--)
Hadriel: 0 ("Hmm… A voting campaign? Very well. Vote me." )
Izual: 0 ("Don't bother. I'm dead anyway.")
Azmodan: 0 ("--eyes widen as camera pans to his face-- "Umm… I shall destroy you?")
Belial: 0 ("The author scares me…")
Hobo Guy: 1 ("I'm back!" --currently drunk--)