Hehe! Hiya peoples! How ARE yoU! I love you all! Yaya! Anyway, thankies for da comforting reviews (I decided not to hurt myself) all thanks to you! Did any of you at least feel a BIT of the emotion I was tryin to portray in the last chappie? Didja? Anyway…Yay! Heh. Now remember to review, kiddies! It'll make your mamas proud! What the HECK AM I TALKING ABOUT! Oh yeah! Please vote for your favorite character as well! Derek, Kyra, and Brian are in the lead! Ooo I can't WAIT till I finally end this story. Doesn't that sound FUN? Hehe. Yeah. That's the reason besides school that I'm taking so long to update! I'm working on the ending! Mwhahahahha. Now fo' mah reviewer acknowledgements.
To Arsenel: Thank you for reviewing again! Yay! I guess I'll put the gun down :P Haha. Three is a good number. J Oh and the voting thing is just to see who everyone's fav. character is.
To Avatar Of Fyre: Wow! Thankies for the reviews on all mah stories! They make me happy:) Wow. That's a lot of votes. Oo
To ShadowCelest117: Wow! You actually look FORWARD to mah stories? --sniffles-- You gonna make me cry tears of happiness. Yay! Tyrael says thank you for the vote, by the way. :)
To headache-with-pictures: Hehe. Yay! Catch your breath man!
To Schizophrenic Jester: Whoo! Yay! It seems I have drawn yet another innocent into my evil web of lies and deceit and evilness! I mean…. uhh… Thankie you for reviewing! I guess I'll add the moogle to the voting pool. XD Your review made me soooo happy! It's nice to think I'm actually doing this for more than just sheer boredom. But wait, isn't that what fanfics are for! Okay, then I'd like to know I'm just not wastin my time TRYING to be good. :) I need to be reminded constantly. Hehe…
To Necromancer and Sorcerer: Hehe! Glad for the support! Thankies. :)
To All The Other Reviewers: Yay! Thanks for all the support people! If, though impossible, I DO get the consent of the Blizz co. to let me do it and I publish this thing, I'ma remember you all! Haha. Like publishing will ever happen… --sigh-- Yeah… --grabs fork-- Ooo, self-infliction tool. Pretty…
Disclaimer: La la la. You can't sue me! You OWN ME AND my fic Blizzard! ('cept for the Squaresoft moogles)
--"Zzz, kupo…" says the slumbering moogle, "The next day kupo…"--
That faithful afternoon, the Three had brung Kyra safely home. Derek had relayed the same situation to the two worried girls and they had calmed. In fact, Salem had begun to see a soft side in these men, who so randomly and fortunately came into their lives just recently. So, today it had been decided that the Prime Evils would stay home and watch over Selena. This was because the boys had strangely refused to go to school this morning and since Salem had a strange fear of sending Selena off to daycare for some odd reason that she couldn't quite pinpoint yet. This proved to be an accommodating agreement.
Selena's history with past babysitters is quite known and should be, in fact, documented so as to warn and safeguard all unfortunate teenagers just looking for a bit of cash. It would seem only a coincidence that two of the first babysitters went off to wear the ever-so-lovely straight-jackets and bounce around off the padded walls after a full day of watching Selena. This however, was not a coincidence as it became an apparent pattern to Salem. The rest.. well, you wouldn't want to know. However, it seemed to Salem that the boys skipping school today proved to be a heavenly boon. She only hoped that she'd have a boyfriend to come home to this evening…
--The imp stares at the moogle saying, " At the guys, kupo. Why is he sleeping kupo!"--
After the first thirty minutes from when the girls had left for school, Brian is beginning to think that his girlfriend's sister was a thing created from things far eviler than, say, himself. At the moment, he is currently being chased around the house because Selena wanted to play something called 'Operation' on him, which in fact, did not involve tweezers and a little buzzing light bulb, but a rather a large assortment of sharp, stain-less steel tools.
If one were to actually research a demon, they would come to find that it takes quite a bit of spiritual and physical power to hold all those mortal cells together into a workable, believable state; in essence, the Prime Evils thought they needed a break from their human forms for awhile. Thus, both Diablo and Mephisto sit on the couch in their demon forms, watching Baal flee from Selena. Diablo's yellow eyes follow the two's movements, his large, crimson, reptilian body sprawled crookedly upon the couch, careful to keep from skewering the dilapidating thing. Mephisto is perched at the opposite end, his skull-like face scowling at Diablo for nearly squashing him, his skeletal arms ready to push his brother off the couch if ever Diablo even thinks of touching him. The Lord Of Hatred, though lacking the ability to actually 'sit' through the loss of his abdomen which was replaced with swirling, evil mist filled with rather annoying, talkative souls in it, 'sits' and watches the scene unfold as well. Little Selena doesn't seem to mind being in the company of the three demonic sovereign of Hell at all, she'd seen scarier things at Spencers.
"Er…Selena, do you like fire?" Diablo asks, thinking Baal had had enough torture for one day. It is ironic to him that the torturer be tortured.
"Ooo! Yes! Fire!" she shouts, running to the demon and hopping up and down excitedly.
Mephisto stares at his youngest brother. "Do you think that's safe?"
"Of course," he turns to the tiny girl, while Baal catches his breath off in the background. "Okay Selena. Hold out your hand."
She does so, with her palm facing upward, both confused and expectant. Diablo murmurs something under his deep breath, then blows a small spout of fire into her hand. The flame coalesces into a small ball of flame that floats in her palm.
"It's perfectly harmless," the demon lord states. "It'll only go away if you close your hand or if I end the spell. Just… uhh… don't touch the imps or let anyone see. Okay?"
Selena smiles up at him, "Okies!"
She stares at her palm and starts trying to wave the flame out to no avail. Then, she runs around the room, trying to start things afire with no success as well. All the imps in the room, capable of being set afire, fling themselves away as fast as they can. Finally, the happy girl begins repeatedly smacking herself in the head with her hand.
"Safe huh?" remarks Mephisto, watching the child hit herself to near-unconsciousness.
"Er.. How about we do something else Selena," Diablo says worriedly, as he extinguishes the flame.
Selena stumbles clumsily toward them as Baal sits down with the two. 'She's worse than Belial and Azmodan combined,' Baal thinks. Then, instantly, she perks up.
"Ooo! I wanna play wit' da' monsta' people!" She runs over to Baal, who now changes to his demon form, and she tugs on a tentacle. "Me wanna play jump rope!"
"What!"
"Jump rope!"
"I suggest you do so Baal, unless you want her to start stabbing you with the scissors again," suggests Mephisto.
Thus began a long, strenuous hour of jump rope. While Baal is occupied, Mephisto pulls out and reads a book titled 'Death For Dummies' while Diablo is busy wondering how many candles he would have if he had a birthday…
--The moogle rises, "Me up now, kupo. Later on, kupo!"--
When the girls arrive home from school, they hadn't expected to see what they were about to see.
"Hiya!" Selena says. "Come with me, pweez," she say cutely, leading the girls into the living room and seating them on the couch. "And now! Da' Gweatest Show On Earth! Pwesenting Mr.Funkyhead, Brainyhead, and Dewek!" Nothing happens…
"I SAID presenting Mr.Funkyhead, Brainyhead, and Dewek!" she says louder and more evilly.
Sighing, the three demons, now in their humans forms, walk helplessly out into the room. Salem's eyes widen, Rika stifles a snicker, and Kyra suddenly bursts into a fit of laughter, rolling around on the floor, clutching her stomach, tears forming in her eyes. There the defeated Prime Evils stand, clad entirely in an extra set of their girlfriends' overly small clothes, with hair bows as an addition.
"Ugh.. Perverts.." Salem says.
"I don't think it's their fault," Rika says, on the verge of a laughing outburst too.
"Hey, don' look at me," Selena says, sounding innocent as can be.
Kyra is still rolling on the ground, her laughs becoming snorts, which then sets off Rika's outburst.
"Hey! That's not funny!" the guys protest in unison.
"We were playing dress-up!" Selena says.
Salem looks down at Selena and smacks herself in the head. One more look at the three guys causes Salem to feel her seriousness slipping away. She can't help taking a picture, then laughing herself…
-- "Even later, kupo," says the imp. --
An exceptionally aggravated Alex a.k.a. Azmodan stumbles into someone's backyard, leaving a trail of crimson behind in the grass and on the sidewalk of the quiet, unknowing town. Having barely escaped the angels from yesterday's inevitable encounter with the seraphim, his multiple wounds would not heal until a few days, the result of the magical properties imbued into angelic weapons. His fist clenches, causing more blood to leak from his hand. He walks through the gate of a white fence, stepping onto the clearly manicured lawn and near one of the human's 'abodes'. He can sense a presence nearby, something warm and fleshy and alive. Looking up, the wounded demon sees a squat, beer-bellied man wallow onto his porch, can in hand, and stare at him angrily, defensively.
"Yo, Agent Moulder. You wanna get off my lawn or do I need ta' call the cops?" he shouts indignantly.
From the house a feminine voice shouts as well. "Rick? Rick? Stop shouting at people on the street! It's too dangerous outside! Come inside honey!" she says pleadingly as if the world were pointing guns at their house. But they had grabbed the attention of something far worse.
"Quiet woman!" the man swivels around and calls. "There's some guy here on our property! He's right here…" But the strange auburn-haired man was gone, a crimson pool marking where he used to be. The man curses and looks around, bewildered. He shrugs, turns around, and begins to head inside, when he runs into the same figure from his lawn, now only an inch away and looking thoroughly pissed. Let's just say his death consisted more of resting in pieces, not peace.
Blake a.k.a. Belial strides around the side of the house just in time to hear screams of the man's wife being torn apart like her spouse. The demon leans on a porch rail, casually waiting for his temporary counterpart to cool down some. After a few minutes pass, Azmodan reappears, waving the humans blood off of him with a mere hand gesture.
"'You finished?" Belial asks tentatively.
"Yeah," replies Azmodan in a collected voice. He straightens up and adjusts his tie. "Let's go. There's much work to do. We must find those three before they come to full power." Nothing else in the world seems to matter to the demon.
Without another word, the demon stalks ahead, clouded in a shroud of dark purpose. A police cruiser coasts along past them and down the road ahead and Azmodan glances back at his partner. 'If the Three refuse to fight us, then I'll give them something worth staying for,' the rebel demon thinks. "I'll be back Belial…"
--The moogle dances, merely saying "Kupo, kupo, kupo!"--
Officer Brent was just a normal guy drivin' around, patrolling the neighborhoods, and doing what any sane cop would do; dream about cream-filled pastries, of course. But when he got a call from the operators about some neighborhood disturbance, he was on it faster than a turtle in a fish tank; that's just the kind of guy he was.
Now, it's not everyday you see an FBI agent walking along the sidewalk wearing shades. Yes, shades were very suspicious. Besides, FBI were most commonly seen around flashing lights and police tape that says "DO NOT CROSS" and looking grim. Maybe he is just some strange man who has an affinity for looking like an agent. Most likely this is so.
Brent slows his cruiser to a stop alongside the sidewalk. "Excuse me sir," he says, stepping out of the car, "but are you an agent?"
The strange man looks up and stops near him. "Me? Oh no, please forgive my attire sir."
"Ah," Officer Brent says, nodding. 'Just as I thought.' "Okay, well I was wondering if you've heard anything disturbing or unsettling just recently, like screams, say? I got a call from some ladies down the street about something that sounded like screams."
"Why actually yes, officer, I did, in fact, hear screams. I was aiming to call the authorities as well, you see, but, seeing as you're here, you might want to check out that house just over there," Azmodan points behind the cop to the house that had belonged to the beer-bellied man.
"O-okay," he says, trying to appear as if he isn't afraid. Screams always seemed to make him weak in the knees, regardless of whether in movies or real life. He reaches for his gun and advances toward the house, muttering a "Thanks." while silently being followed by the smirking demon.
The officer steps onto the front yard of the house, noticing the acrid smell of blood in the air. When he looks down, he is startled to see so much of it painted upon the green, prosperous lawn, seeing it trail inside the house, its door ajar. 'Maybe I should call for backup,' he thinks, but the constant gossip on the force concerning his spineless nature makes him think otherwise. He trudges on. Brent recalls several James Bond movies and a few COPS reruns he'd seen a few days ago, trying poorly to reenact them as he enters through the open door, leading into the black abyss of the house. Seeing yet more blood trails dragging into the house, he follows cautiously, holding his standard-issue police force gun in front of him and barges in.
"Police!" he shouts, trying to sound as imposing as possible, sweeping the gun across the room. "Freeze or-" He stares around at the darkened interior, the only shaft of light from the doorway making his shadow appear as a long, black figure streaked across the floor before him.
Suddenly, he notices strange bat-like wing silhouettes sprout from the shoulders of his shadow on the floor and he swivels around. The nozzle of his gun flashes once and that all familiar thundering sound in his ears, the force of the gun bucking his arms… but to no avail.. His world becomes a sea of red…
Hahah! I did it! Now if only you all could make my carpal tunnel go away, then I'd be very happy! Great! Thanks! Anyway I finally finished this chappie and my hands want to murder me! WHEE! I can't believe I did it! Hee! Now please review! I LOVE THEM! MWAHHAHAH! I really do! It makes my life worth while. J Hehe. Okies. So now for the votes!
Salem: 3 (+997)
Brian: 5 (+996)
Selena: 4
Derek: 5
Kyra: 5
Rika: 4
Melvin: 4
Tyrael: 11
Hadriel: 0
Izual: 0
Azmodan: 0
Belial: 0
Moogle: 1 (haha!)