Yes, I'm not dead. I merely had to go onto a temporary hiatus whilst other external factors took over. *cough*exams*cough, cough* But anyway, enjoy.
An angered sky reigned over the town the next day. Astarte sat on the roof of Mephisto's home and sighed. There was no way she was going to see the sun-rise today with the weather as it was. She got to her feet and stretched, her tail coiling and uncoiling rapidly as her joints clicked. She rubbed her eyes, the lack of sleep starting to take its toll upon her. Even now, she could hear them arguing in the back of her mind. "Why won't you SHUT UP?!" She growled, startling the birds in a nearby tree and making them take wing. Another sigh passed her lips.
"You should be able to deal with this." Mikzuki's voice sounded from behind her. She didn't even bother turning round.
"What do you want?" She said. She kept facing forward, knowing that the minute she tried to face Mikzuki, she would want to kill her.
"You are the queen of Gehenna. A few voices shouldn't bother you." Mikzuki said. She let out a long sigh before turning and walking past the young demoness. "You are the most powerful demon in the realm, as much as I hate to admit it. If you can't handle a few voices, what hope have the rest of us?" Astarte paused momentarily before continuing to walk off. But she knew she was right. If she let the voices in her head get the better of her, what hope was there for those in her realm or the children that placed their trust and their lives in her hands? She let out another sigh, what trust? She had already betrayed that trust once by lying to them about Samael. And now it was betrayed again by her lying about the presence of Satan in their classes.
Why the fuck are you wandering around Assiah, looking like a kicked puppy? Her father's voice barged into her mind, unbidden.
"I have to show the class that they can trust me still. But that's going to be a bit hard." She said. She folded her arms across her chest as she headed towards the classroom.
And you're certain that you can't use your flames to make the little fuckers trust you? Satan asked. She had to smile at this. Trust her father to suggest the most violent method.
"Positive father. The Vatican will have me exorcised if I do." She said.
I still don't understand why you're training those little fuckers for those shit-heads. All they've done to you is tried to harm you. I say teach the little fuckers about how to be demons then sit back and watch the shit hit the fan.
"That's the thing though. The Vatican has not provided me with an incentive to teach the class how to work with the Order. Unless they do so, I may be more inclined to train them to aid the realm of Gehenna." She said. She heard his laughter echoing throughout his mind.
That's my fucked-up daughter. Well, all I will do is sit back and watch the madness ensue. But for now, I may ease my observations on your class. Understand?
"Yes father." She heard him chuckle before he faded from her mind. She let out a long sigh. At least that got her father off of her back for a while but in her mind, one question replayed itself on a loop. How could she get the class to trust her again?
The class trudged towards the classroom. It was too early for them, with them all being awoken by the dull screeches of Shabriri who had flown over the roof of their dorm, screeching his lungs out. As they approached, they heard a voice singing out of the classroom and echoing down the halls. It was female which narrowed it down to only one person for them.
Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb In the shape of an "L" on her forehead Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running Didn't make sense not to live for fun Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb So much to do so much to see So what's wrong with taking the back streets You'll never know if you don't go You'll never shine if you don't glow
"Please don't tell me Shrek is having a mud bath in our classroom." Ron said, earning a snicker from the others. They pushed open the door to see Sora and Chikyuu sitting on the desk, watching their mother dance around the room, shaking her hips whilst singing along as she put books down on the desks. She spun around to face them as well as Amaimon and Samael who leant against the desk and spotted them.
"Uh how long have you been there?" She asked. The class glanced at each other.
"Long enough." Drake said. They stared at each other for an uncomfortable moment before Astarte cleared her throat and began walking past.
"Anyway, if you lot will follow me for a moment, I have something I need to collect from the library before we begin. You lot better follow so then you know where it is." She said, quickly pushing past them before nigh on sprinting down the corridor. They reluctantly followed, all grinning at the fact they had caught her with her guard down.
The library itself seemed rather daunting from the doors to the room. Astarte stood outside and waited. "Ok, this is the library you lot will use. It's filled with every book that will aide in teaching you a little demon history. Now a word of advice, do not piss off the librarian. They can hold a grudge. Watch." She said before taking Samael's top hat and jacket and pulling the top hat low over her eyes. It was striking how similar they did appear. She pushed the door open and walked forward. "Haku?" She called out, throwing her voice to sound like Samael's. Instantly a book flew through the air and knocked the top hat from her head whilst she ducked.
"What did I say would happen if you ever showed your face in here again?!" An angered voice called. They all looked to see what had to be one of the angriest sixteen year old storming towards them. They were short, with green-gray eyes and neck length brown hair. They also wore jeans with white sneakers, a black t-shirt with "don't piss me off, I'm running out of places to hide the bodies" written on it and a choker with metal beads. They glared down in anger but stopped when they realised it was Astarte whose head they had attempted to take off with a book. "Oh, I'm sorry princess, I didn't realise." They said. Astarte got to her feet and dusted herself off.
"No problem Haku. Class, this is Haku Kazehana, the librarian and a chaos demon. Why not show them your true form?" She asked. Haku nodded before shifting so that they now resembled a transparent blob, roughly about the size of their heads with tentacles.
"What the hell is it?" Nao murmured. Astarte's tail suddenly appeared behind him and smacked him in the head.
"Haku is a chaos demon. They are formed by psychic emissions given off by both humans and demons. This little one was found by the order and given to Aniue to keep an eye on. Originally, they're part of a large "cloud" before they separate and then "hatch". Quite interesting little demons as they have the ability to hop between dimensions and have amazing tracking abilities. If you ever have a question, ask Haku." She turned and looked at the little blob. "I need the copies of "paradise Lost."
"All of them?"
"Enough for the class." Astarte murmured. Haku nodded and vanished momentarily before reappearing, several books wrapped in their tentacles. She took them from the tentacles before nodding and leaving, leading the class back to be taught more about their monstrous heritage. But when they approached, something was wrong. Those amongst them who could influence attraction felt their powers grow stronger. Others felt the desire to hunt down the thing they desired most increase.
"What is this?" Drake muttered. No one knew. Astarte pushed open the door slowly, her blade drawn when she spotted them.
"Another one?" She murmured.
"Another what?" Cassie said when she suddenly sensed a blessed peacefulness. One that could only occur if a holy being was present.
"Oh, are you the teacher?" A male voice said. They all forced their way to the doorway, much to the dismay of Astarte who was standing in said doorway and got knocked out of the way. The boy was dressed in black finger less gloves along with long grey pants, a black belt with silver buckle in the shape of a skull, an un-tucked plain white sleeved shirt under a green zipper hoodie with cream coloured rims, a pair of black boots with red straps and a silver chain with a black cross hanging upside down around his neck. He also had medium short, wavy Sable brown hair with deep forest green tips with three red beads that are attached to one strand of hair on the left side of his face. His right eye appeared to glow golden whilst his left was a dull brown. A long, thin, jet-black tail, tipped with an arrow-head shaped end waved behind him and his long ears, the symbols of most demons, twitched.
"It would appear that she is your teacher." The black coyote beside the boy stated. Astarte noticed the blue scarf around its neck. So it was the boy's familiar? It looked at the class then back at Astarte before turning its attention to the boy again.
"Just exactly, who are you two?" Astarte asked.
"My name is Ryan Parnell and this is Crow. I came here so that I could learn to control my powers." With this Ryan hopped down from the table he had been sitting on, revealing a feature that stunned even the expressionless Amaimon. Upon his back were a pair of black-feathered wings. Which to the three eldest demons meant only one thing.
"That's not probable." Amaimon murmured, making the class look from them to the boy and back.
"What's wrong? Astarte has wings, why are you freaking out?" Jenna said.
"Perhaps, they know why I have these particular wings." Ryan said. "And it's because I am the son of the demon of Greed and Aneal. Aneal is an angel." The class all stiffened. "Just like the princess Astarte, I am the child of a demon and an angel. Therefore I am half angel."
So yes, we have another half-angel in the class. Not as powerful as Astarte but still, a half-angel.
Astarte: I don't like it.
You don't like anything. But yeah, I hope you lot enjoyed and until the next chapter this is sayonara from me the psychotic author.