[Fanfiction] Sacred Sin

#41

well someone's being productive
wHY ALL THE CLIFFHANGERS??

#42

leopardskyz a dit :
well someone's being productive
wHY ALL THE CLIFFHANGERS??

I DIDN'T EVEN THINK THE LAST ONE WAS A CLIFFHANGER

#43

well the last one isn't really a cliffhanger but-
either way I want to read the next chapter

#44

sobs because I missed two chapters
GOD I LOVE THE PERSONALITIES THE OTHERWORLDERS HAVE HAHA

#45

intro
chapter 10

cLIFFHANGER BITCHEEEEEEEEES

Chapter 10 : Descent

Landon awoke in a large room. It was dark and a single candle was lit on the bed stand. The large, arched window had midnight blue satin curtains hanging in front of it, no light seeped through. There was a lustrous carpet in blue and golden hues, similar to the rest of the room. The bed’s curtains were the same color as the ones in front of the window but they were embroidered with gold stars. There were almost a dozen pillows on the bed, all dyed golden yellow with royal blue frills. Landon squinted and noticed a mirror, a vanity and a wardrobe in the far corner of the room, as well as one of those fancy dressing screens. A golden, ornate chandelier hung from the ceiling. It wasn’t lit. The raven-haired mouse got out of bed and used the candle to light a candelabrum that stood on the dresser in the other corner of the room. He hadn’t noticed it before he stood up, but he was dressed in a long, white nightgown. Landon scrunched up his mouth and twitched his ears. In the light from the candles he saw some clothes hanging on the wooden wardrobe’s handles. Those were the Sanctuary uniform, ironed and washed. It had a faint smell of lavender and rose around it. A note on the vanity was written in neat, cursive handwriting. Landon held it to the light.

“Good morning. I hope you slept well.
Put on the clothes and go left, downstairs and left again. Continue until you see a double door.
-B” Landon shrugged and threw off the nightgown, putting on his usual shirt, pants, tie. Before exiting, the white-furred mouse neatly made the bed. It was kind of a habit now. Landon pushed the door open after pressing down the ornate golden handle and saw a hallway with dark walls. He turned left along a royal blue carpet with the same gold fringes. There were countless doors along both sides of the hallway and large chandeliers lit up the ceiling. Eventually, he came to a spiraling marble staircase. Tap, tap, tap. The steps alternated between black and white marble stone. Landon thought of those hypnotic tricks mice always pulled with the spinning circles and all that jazz. When he reached the end of the staircase which was surprisingly long, he turned left again just as the note said. The raven-haired mouse ended up in a nearly identical hallway, except at the end of it he could distinguish a large, double wooden door. It was carved with neat patterns of flowers and two marble statues stood at it’s sides. Landon peeked through the opening and saw a relatively well-lit room and spotted Belial on the side. The demon noticed him too and smiled. The white-furred mouse stepped inside and saw two other demons and of them he only recognized one. The queen of Witches, Hecate. She sat with her legs crossed and her gigantic witch hat tipped over her eyes. Belial gestured for Landon to sit down next to him.
“The other demon is Lilith.” He said.
“Lilith, as in Adam’s first wife? Before Eve?” Landon asked and tilted his head. Belial nodded and a faint smirk danced on Lilith’s face.
“You sure know your Bible, then.” She said. The door swung open and another three mice walked in. Landon drew his eyes to them and was quite shocked. Karma was among them! Belial sneered.
“Landon?” the redhead questioned. “What are you doing here?” the taller, black-furred demon who was dressed in chains spoke up.
“I told you. Belial took him downstairs. I’m Lucifer, by the way.” Belial gestured to the rest to sit down, too. Karma sat next to Lucifer who was next to Hecate. Beelzebub seated himself opposite to Lilith, a couple of red satin chairs away from Landon. The fallen Seraphim spoke again.
“So, do you two want to go back to the surface?” Landon and Karma nodded in unison. The white-haired demon looked at Lucifer.
“Speaking of which, did you do it?”
“Do wha- oooooh. Right. I did.” Karma smiled apologetically at Landon who looked confused and said in a lowered voice.
“Contract.” Landon blinked. So that’s the case. Lucifer continued speaking.
“Then in that case, we’ll send you both up at the same time. During a break, assuming your friends will think you ventured out to save Karma over here.” The demon turned his head to Karma ever so slightly. Belial laced his slim paws together.
“Will all of you except Landon exit?” The mice in the room obliged. Beelzebub squinted. Belial calling a mortal by name? He was definitely serious. The door clicked closed.

“Your blood.”
“Huh?”
“A drop of your blood seals the contract.” Landon furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the grand piano in the corner of the room. Belial shrugged and rolled his eyes when Landon walked over to it and closed his eyes again. The A minor key was hit and played a somewhat sorrowful tune. Landon lifted his paw and opened his eyes, startled to find Belial holding him by his tie.
“You’re playing tricks.” The demon said. “This “fate”, isn’t actually fate.” He grinned. “I saw your paw move if even a millimeter toward the black key. You hate them, don’t you?” the demon rabbled on. “You intentionally hit a black key back then too, but thought you could mask it under “fate”. Smart against mortals, not so much against us.” Belial let go of Landon’s tie and picked up a silvery needle from a cupboard shelf. “One drop of blood.” Landon took the needle and pricked his finger. It was like a mosquito bite. Belial leaned in and licked off the blood that seeped out. A small, black rune appeared on Landon’s wrist.
“…Is that normal?” he asked.
“It happens sometimes. Be sure to cover it up. Let’s go.” The duo exited to Lucifer, Hecate, Lilith, Beelzebub and Karma waiting outside. The demon prince giggled.
“Then let’s send them back up! Fufufu… I wonder…” his eyes gained a sinister glow. “What will the angels say?” Landon winced at the thought and looked at Belial, then spoke quietly.
“Only hurt the angel.” The Antichrist raised his eyebrow and sneered.
“If you say so.”

***

A magic circle was summoned off the edge of the school grounds. Landon and Karma with their newfound companions had returned. They walked across the large school courtyard in the chilly November morning. Frosted grass crunched under their shoes. Belial spoke quietly to Lucifer.
“It’s been at least 200 years since I was here after the war and all.”
“Yeah. It’s changed quite a bit.” Landon and Karma’s ears perked up at the demons’ conversation, but they discarded it later. The church clock rang, signaling the end of the current lesson and a long break for most of the students. The mice started streaming out of the school building and many were surprised to see Landon and Karma back. However they didn’t ask. Landon flinched when he spotted Hespera and Valerie in the crowd. They noticed too. Hespera was about to run toward Landon and hug him, but Harahel grabbed her by the shoulder before she could move. Landon’s sister looked up and saw it. A demon looming over her brother, and Karma too. The girls looked crestfallen.
“…Why?”

#46

Omg nice!

#47

nOOOOOO
NOT THE CLIFFHANGERS AGAIN

#48

HOLY FUCK
I NEED ANOTHER CHAPTER RIGHT NOW

#49

intro
chapter 11

gah. more mysteries.

Chapter 11 : Memento Mori

Harahel held onto Hespera’s shoulder firmly. The blond angel next to Valerie looked disgusted. Landon cast Belial an annoyed glance.
“Don’t stand around. I have schoolwork to catch up on.” The dark-haired mouse said and went on, past the two girls. Karma followed behind and spoke quietly to Landon.
“We’re enemies with them now.”
“So what? Does it matter?” Landon snapped.
“Eh, you’re right. Demons are cooler anyway.” Lucifer and Belial grinned at Karma’s comment. Inside the gothic dorm the two walked up to a classmate of theirs and asked if they had missed anything important. Turns out there were a couple of upcoming tests that the two mice needed to study for.
“Let’s get to it then.” Landon said picking up some books from the desk in his dorm room, locking it a few minutes later.
“How ‘bout pranking the teacher?” Karma said quietly while casting a glance at Lucifer. The demon grinned and nodded.
“It’ll be a fucking blast.”

***

After the mid-day church sermon in which Michael, even if he was turned away from everybody looked severely concerned, Valerie and Hespera ran off to the back. A talk with Esther was necessary. Hespera stared blankly at the stone floor as her and Valerie ran through the slightly cramped stone hallway. They came up to the round room and Valerie in all haste asked one of the order members where Esther was. After getting the directions to her office, the redhead grabbed Hespera by her wrist and ran. Harahel and Barachiel’s faces were scrunched up in mournful expressions. They felt their masters’ shock and sorrow. Valerie let off a couple of knocks against Esther’s wooden office door. It swung open, revealing Esther and a white-furred mouse with feathered wings sitting on the desk. The male angel had vibrant green hair braided with flowers and vines tangled around his paws.
“Ariel…?” Harahel muttered and looked at the angel behind Esther. Ariel lifted his head and smiled.
“Hey. You look concerned, Harahel. Something wrong?” The angel with spectacles nodded. Esther chuckled quietly.
“He spoke for me. Well, what happened?”
“H-Hespera’s brother a-and… h..his friend…” Valerie almost breathed out inbetween panting. “They…” she took a deep breath. “They’ve fallen.” The order leader’s eyes slowly widened. Ariel in the back looked astonished.
“They’ve… They what?” she asked with an uncertainty playing in her voice.
“Fallen.” Valerie repeated, less shaky this time.
“Who? Who were with them?”
“Lucifer and Belial.” Valerie replied.
“Oh my. That’s worrying.” The green-haired angel said and stepped closer to Esther, putting his paw on her shoulder. The redhead seemed to calm down. “Well, I’m not so surprised about the one with Lucifer… he was marked, after all.”
“…Right, he was.” Harahel replied.
“Marked?” Hespera questioned the two angel’s conversation.
“Demons or angels can leave some sort of print on a mouse when they’re born. We refer to that as kin.” The brunet angel answered.
“But… what about my brother? Aren’t half-bounds only accessible to a few number of individuals?” Hespera asked again. Barachiel narrowed his eyes.
“It’s something we never wanted mortals to know. That’s not how half-bound works.” He said. “When an Otherworlder is specified as half-bound, it means they pick. They pick who they want to contract instead.” Hespera, Valerie and Esther for that part looked astonished. Everything they’ve been told has been a lie.
“…Is… is there… any possible way to get them back?” Valerie looked up at her angel with slightly pleading eyes. Barachiel sighed and looked away.
“I’m afraid there isn’t.”

***

Evening. It was past curfew and it was dark as night. The moon lit up the school grounds with a pale light and the frosted grass looked blue. Landon sat next to the window in his dorm room. The lights were off. It was on the fifth floor of the dorm tower, relatively high up. The mouse’s blue eyes ran across the scenery but always locked at the cemetery beyond a fence. Nobody ever went there. Suddenly Belial appeared in the air and sat down on the windowsill. His long, blue coat embroidered with silver was in his paws.
“Enjoying the view?” Landon nodded. “I see you’re looking at the cemetery. Something there that’s caught your attention?”
“Do you know anything about it?” The black-haired mouse asked, almost out of the blue. Belial raised an eyebrow.
“The Saint Michel’s graveyard? Sure. All about it.”
“Then tell me about it.” Landon brought his eyes to Belial who was grinning, as usual.
“We Otherworlders mostly know it for one thing. There’s a grave there. Nothing is inscribed upon it except a Latin phrase.” Belial paused. “Memento mori. Have you heard it before?” Landon shook his head. “It’s a reminder of that we all die. Yes, all of us. Even demons and angels. Nothing lasts forever, as they also say. Other than that there are a bunch of holy mice buried there. Priests, bishops, blech. You name it.”
“How long has it been around?”
“Hmmm… well, considering some graves date back to… the 1600th century, a while. It’s only a fifth of my age though.” The demon chuckled. “Do you want to go there?” Landon shrugged.
“Sure. We’re not let in there anyway.”
“But it’s past curfew. Is master sure he wants to break the rules?~” The white-furred mouse rolled his eyes.
“Oh my god, shut up.” The demon laughed quietly and pressed down the window handle. A soft breeze entered the room. “Wait a minute are we going to jump?” Landon stared at Belial with a disturbed look in his eyes.
“As if I’d endanger my master’s life~” he chimed and picked up Landon, jumping through the window. After about a second of free fall, white bat-like wings sprawled from Belial’s back and he started gaining height again, heading towards Saint Michel’s cemetery.
“Do all demons have wings?”
“Nah. Some of us don’t, like Lucifer or Astaroth. Mammon has super tiny dysfunctional wings. They’re just really cute.” That comment made Landon smile. Belial landed on the frosted cemetery grass, next to a small grave. It was a rectangle with text withered by the weather. The text said “Memento Mori”. Belial put Landon down.

“That’s the grave. Or well, the gravestone. Abaddon dug it up once because of curiosity.” He paused. “There was no casket.”
“So it’s just an empty stone?” the white-furred mouse asked.
“Pretty much. But none of us know who put it there. Or rather, no one remembers.” Belial looked around. Something caught his attention in the corner of his eye. The demon grabbed Landon’s wrist and almost dragged him away into the shadow of a hill.

“There’s someone here. Stay quiet.”

#50

Help I'm dying
Belial is so awesome haha
also I need to draw Karma with Lucifer damnit

#51

Basgetti a dit :
Help I'm dying
Belial is so awesome haha
also I need to draw Karma with Lucifer damnit

DO IT

#52

Sirusthemice a dit :
Basgetti a dit :
Help I'm dying
Belial is so awesome haha
also I need to draw Karma with Lucifer damnit

DO IT

I AM BC WHY NOT
ALSO I'M MAKING IT A SPEEDPAINT BC I JUST THOUGHT OF THE PERFECTEST SONG
YES, PERFECTEST IS A WORD NOW
//THROWS CONFETTI EVERYWHERE

#53

here's to all you demon lovers.

#54

A Demon's Mark

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#55

intro
chapter 12

1772 WORDS I THINK

Chapter 12 : Mammon’s Bow

Landon and Belial sat huddled in the shadows. A figure appeared on the graveyard. Belial’s signature grin spread across his face.
“Oh look, that’s Mammon. I wonder what he’s doing here.” The demon lowered his voice to a whisper. “…But I don’t want to talk to him right now.” He added after a pause.
“…How come he can’t sense us?” Landon asked quietly.
“I hid our presences. Mammon is pretty troublesome to shake off once you meet him.”

***

Dorrin, also known as Mr. Rockwell sat in his room in the staff building at the east end of the school. He had a few sheet music papers in front of him, but they were blank. Notes yet to be written. The teacher scratched his head with his claws, ruffling the orange-ish fur in the process. Suddenly, the room went dark. The candelabrum that stood atop Dorrin’s table was extinguished by seemingly nothing. Ominous whispers filled the room and the male mouse couldn’t figure out where they came from. A shady figure showed up in the window. It was floating. A long tail with a sharp barb at the end curled around Dorrin’s leg and he was pulled towards the figure. That’s when the music teacher saw the mouse’s face properly. Fur, black as the night. Tousled hair in the color of mulberry with a pair of acidic green eyes staring at him.
“Helloooo…~” the mouse’s voice was relatively low and quiet. “How are youuuu?”
“Who… who’s this?” Dorrin whispered, a bit reluctantly. The mouse’s eyebrows shot up and he smiled.
“Mammon~ Demon of avarice, who else?” the demon answered. A cold chill ran down the music teacher’s spine.
“And… you’re here for…?”
“You, of course. Silly mortal.” Mammon chuckled and Dorrin gulped. “I see they’ve already filled your head with that holy bullshit. This place isn’t what you planned, is it?” the demon’s paw, clothed in gloves with otherworldly ornaments crept up to the orange-furred mouse’s shirt collar. “You wanted something bigger. Something more.” Mammon grabbed the hold of a chain and pulled it out of Dorrin’s shirt. “So why don’t you come along? They like your lectures, sure, but this isn’t what you wanted from the start. It’s music, of course. Your passion. But this still isn’t what you planned.” The demon yanked a silver crucifix from Dorrin’s neck. The cross clanked onto the floor with the scattered chain links around it, shimmering in the moonlight. “It’s not enough. It’s never enough.” Dorrin gulped again, realizing the demon was right. This isn’t what he had truly wanted. Sure, being a music teacher might be fun and all, but he wanted to play in orchestras. Tour the world with famous musicians. Mammon quirked his eyebrow. “Come with us. Come with me. We’ll grant your wish, someday.”

***

Landon was back in hell again. Him and Belial sat in the same bedroom that Landon woke up in the first time. The white-haired demon looked at his master from the corner of his eye.
“Take off your shirt.” Belial said, startling the white-furred mouse.
“…Why?”
“I said take it o-“ and before Landon could finish, Belial lunged himself at Landon and pinned him down on the bed. The demon ran his claw across Landon’s shirt, undoing the buttons and then taking it off. With his other paw, Belial turned Landon’s head slightly upwards.
“What are you doing?!”
“Inspecting my work. Ooh… they’re the same.” Landon brought his blue gaze to where he thought Belial was looking. Long, dark-grey filigreed runes spiraled up Landon’s arm.
“What the hell is this? What else didn’t you tell me?!” Belial chuckled.
“A lot of things I’m about to tell you right now.” He let go of Landon’s wrist and unbuttoned his own shirt and coat. After throwing those away, Belial turned his arm so that Landon could see the underside. Identical runes covered their arms. Belial cast a glance at Landon’s side.
“They’re here, too.” He propped up his head with his paw with the elbow on his knee and smiled. “You might grow wings soon, master.”
“What?! How am I going to cover up those?”
“Oh, you’re not supposed to.” Belial grinned. “By the time these runes are done I will level that school with the ground.” The black-haired mouse stared. “Right, now let me tell you what these runes are all about. Some Otherworlders’ power may be too overwhelming to take in all at once. If it were to happen you could fall into a coma or have your body destroyed. These runes that appear after contracting are like a regulation. The more you interact with the Otherworlder, the more these runes grow. And when they grow, you acquire more and more of our power.”
“So it’s a safety measure?”
“Pretty much.” Belial replied. “And now that my runes have spread this far…” A wide grin spread across his face. “You can summon my weapon.” Landon raised his eyebrows.
“Weapon? You seemed like a mage to me.”
“Well, you’re not entirely wrong. I prefer magic over the glaive. Anyway… master should rest. We’ve got a long day ahead of us tomorrow.” The demon said and put his shirt back on, flicking away the bed cover. “I’ll teach you how to summon and use the weapon. I believe Lucifer and your friend will be there, too. You all need to learn.” Landon sighed and creeped under the blanket.
“Now I won’t be able to go to physical education class if I want to keep these runes covered.” Belial chuckled.
“I don’t think master ever cared about that anyway, or?”

***

It was morning in Hell, or so the clock on Landon’s wall told him. 6:30 AM. He had woken up about ten minutes ago and couldn’t go back to sleep. The white-furred mouse got out of bed and landed on the floor with a soft thump. He thought about finding Belial and the peaceful feeling over the mansion told him the demon wasn’t awake yet. Landon stalked out of his room near the end of the hallway it was located in. He looked left, more doors. He looked right and there was the end of the corridor. A simple wooden door like the rest was in the wall, however a rune painted in royal blue graced the front of it. He heard steps from behind the hallway.
“Are you looking for him?” Landon turned around and a dark-grey furred mouse stood behind him. The stranger was dressed in a long, sleeveless belted leather coat and tall boots. Navy wings sprouted from the demon’s arms and curled horns of a similar color sat atop his head. “His door is the runic one.” Landon nodded ever so slightly and mumbled a “…thank you”, but the stranger demon was already out of his sight. The black-haired mouse turned around and pressed down the handle to Belial’s room. It was dark and he couldn’t see anything. The male mouse stepped in regardless, though. His ears perked up when he heard some bed sheets rustle and three candles that stood next to the bed were lit. Belial sat up, stretched and yawned.
“Aaaah… master sure wakes up early…~” Landon eyed the room in the dim candlelight. Blue, black, gold, silver. A round, king-sized bed with royal blue satin sheets and what seemed like over a dozen pillows. Belial patted a spot next to him on the bed. “Sit down.” Landon stepped over and placed himself next to Belial. “Master couldn’t sleep?”
“I woke up twenty minutes ago.”
“Oh. Well. I suppose we can talk for now.” Belial said and leaned back on what seemed like an endless amount of pillows.
“How do you sleep with that many pillows?”
“Huh? Ehh? Is this many?”

***

Karma sat with Lucifer on a bench at some sort of training grounds. As usual, they were early. Karma dangled his legs and the demon sat with his paws behind his head. Soon they both heard gravel crunching under boots. Looking up, Karma saw Belial and Landon heading toward them. The orange-haired mouse waved and Landon waved back.
“So, do we start?” asked the fallen Seraphim.
“Oh, not yet. …We’re waiting for someone.” Belial replied in his usual, calm voice. Landon had noticed these small personality changes. A magic circle appeared and shortly after turned into a portal. Mammon stepped out of it, with some other mouse behind him.
“Mr. Rockwell?!” Karma and Landon exclaimed in unison. The music teacher’s eyes widened.
“Yatikasaru? Chamber? What are you two doing here?”
“We could ask you the same, teach.” Karma said. Lucifer turned his head to Mammon.
“Did you contract him?” he asked.
“Yeeeees~” the acid green-eyed demon replied. “And since I got no runes like Belial I thought I’d learn Dorrin here how to summon a weapon right away~”

“Oh, so we’re three in this.” Lucifer jumped off of the bench. “Let’s start, then!” he walked up to Karma and the rest, crossing his arms over his chest. The chains rattled. “Do you feel the power coursing through your body?” the three mortal mice nodded. “Good. Now for Landon and Karma, picture a sword in your paw. Dorrin, for you there’s a bow. Go.” Karma, Landon and their music teacher stared at their paws in unison. Slowly, the silhouette of a long, claymore-like blade drew itself in Karma’s paw. Soon the weapon materialized. Lucifer’s sword was made of black, light, reflective material. Orange wrap was around the handle. “That’s my sword, Inferno.” The demon said and looked at Karma with a small grin. Soon, even Landon felt the handle of a sword in his paw. Belial’s glaive had a broad blade which was also surprisingly light for it’s size. Runes ran up and down it and the handle was adorned with something that looked like skeletal antlers.
“Misery. That’s the glaive’s name.” the white-haired demon said. Dorrin had a little more trouble with summoning than the two students, but even he managed. A curved and seemingly distorted longbow materialized in the orange-furred mouse’s paws. It was crooked and acidic green just like Mammon’s eyes.
“My bow, Avarice~ …And now y’all just got to learn how to use these.”

The time that passed by seemed like hours. The power of the demons’ weapons was quite destructive. Karma and Landon had to learn a whole new style of fighting while Dorrin could get right into it. After shooting a few test rounds, the teacher fired a real arrow. At impact with the training dummy it created an explosion that relentlessly went forward, crushing all in it’s path.
“Boy,” Karma whistled. “That’s intense.”

#56

KARMA + CLAYMORE = ALL THE YES
also I swear to the great archangel Michael you write his personality perfectly mother of hell

#57

intro
Sinful SS01

these side stories will be little insights into the characters' pasts or just shitty drabbles ★

Sinful Side Story 01 : Belial’s Promise

”Remind me why I’m here again.” Landon almost demanded from the demon. Belial shrugged.
“I’m lonely.”
“Is that all?” the mortal mouse quirked his eyebrow.
“I’ve been lonely for over 500 years.” Belial replied and crossed his legs.
“Don’t you just contract with other mice? Or?”
“I’m picky.”
“Then why am I here? I’m not outstanding unless you suddenly fancied my piano playing.” The black-haired mouse kept replying to the demon.
“Master’s musical skills are outstanding, but that’s not the thing.” Belial said and looked through the window.
“Then what is it?”
“I only contract mice that Azrael has abandoned. Long ago, when we were both young—“
“Wait a second you were young?” Landon cut off Belial in mild astonishment.
“Yes but that’s not the point. Long ago me and Azrael made a bet, promise, whatever you want to call it. Whenever a newborn came into the mortal world we’d race to place our mark on them. Though, that god-forsaken angel of death always had the advantage. He wrote the mice’s destinies. He followed them from the womb to the grave. But sometimes, he didn’t know what to write. It went blank. The mouse was then “abandoned”. They had no destiny, no goal in life. That’s when I picked them up and dragged them down. It happened once every 200 years, perhaps. But you, you’re the first one in over 500 years.”
“So, you’re telling me, an angel “abandoned” me?”
“Oh, not just him. All of them. They’ve given up on you.” Belial grinned. “You never liked angels. Am I right?”
“…Yes.” Landon replied a bit reluctantly.
“Azrael tried to change that. But he realized pretty early on that he couldn’t. He just ran out of ideas. Anyhow… the bet went on, and on, and on… and on. Until the war 200 years ago.” The demon paused.
“What happened then?” Landon asked, now intrigued by Belial’s story.
“He broke the promise. He snatched one of my targets right in front of my nose. I don’t know if he had a sudden urge of inspiration or if it was a trap. All of us Otherworlders were fascinated by that one mouse.”
“What about you?” The demon’s master asked.
“I kept the promise. All the way from back then, until now.” Belial sighed. “Angels are foul.”
“Tell me something I don’t already know.”

#58

Hahah
Belial + Landon = Bffs (?)
//impatiently waiting for more chapters haha

E//
SO I JUST REMEMBERED THAT I HAVE THIS FUCKER

Name: Chloro Savasuke
Gender: Male
Age: ??? (Estimated 427 years, about teenage for a demon haha)
Personality: Slightly immature, mysterious, extremely secretive, picky, bored easily, loves destruction
Student/Teacher/Demon/Angel: Demon
Backstory: Helped a mortal mouse once and vanished from her life afterward. He keeps a close eye on students he's interested in knowing better.
Extra: Often refers to angels as "Winged Bookworms" or other things close to that. He has a list of mocking names that he calls angels. Extremely hates being underestimated, and always carries around his fan.

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#59

intro
chapter 13

not lettING IT DIE

ignis saggitas = literally fire arrows
salutem = greetings

Chapter 13 : Headmaster

Hespera, Valerie and almost surprisingly, Lance, were going to start their training today. All of their angels used magic. Esther had explained that, if an Otherworlder represented something immaterial, they would wield a weapon. Harahel was an exception as wisdom and knowledge can be applied to both weapons and magic.
“So, who did you contra-?” The young redhead cleric was cut off by a winged mouse showing up next to Lance. The angel had fiery orange hair and striking, yellow eyes. Crimson armor plates graced every other part of the angel’s body like shoulder, shin, hands.
“Nathaniel, angel of fire.” Lance introduced his newfound companion to the rest. Barachiel lit up at the simple sight of his friend.
“Yo, it’s been so long! How do you feel in the mortal world again?”
“Just fine, thanks.” Nathaniel replied. “Hey, Harahel.” The brunet raised his paw.
“Alright everyone!” Esther clapped her gloved paws together. “Get to it! Many demons use close combat weaponry so you have the advantage. Well, unless we’re talking Mammon. He is the only demon known to use ranged attacks.”
“Mammon?” The blue-haired mouse asked and quirked his brow.
“He has recently contracted one of your teachers, Mr. Rockwell.” Esther replied. Hespera barely batted an eye.
“That’s… one of my and Landon’s teachers.” She spoke quietly.
“Enough chit chat. The first thing you will need to learn about are incantations.” Harahel turned to Hespera. “In Latin.”
“What do we start with?” she asked.
“Ignis Saggitas.” The angel said and a sudden trio of flaming arrows shot toward a target across the marble hall. “Do you feel the magic coursing?” Hespera nodded. “Good. Now attempt for yourself.” The white-furred mouse raised her paw cautiously.
“…Ignis Saggitas!” she repeated and the same pattern of arrows shot from her paw. Valerie clapped jubilantly from across the room, even if she had the most trouble. Lance on the other side was a quick learner and soon could combine multiple attacks into one consecutive blow. Nathaniel was quite statisfied.

***

The trio was proceeding with their training successfully with Esther and Ariel watching. Occasionally even those two participated, Esther decimating dozens of dummies with thick, fat green vines. Suddenly, the door to the room shot open. It almost flew off it’s hinges as it crashed against the marble walls. Everybody’s gazes were drawn to the source of the noise. After some incidental dust set down, a tall mouse stood in the door opening.
“…Headmaster?!” the students shouted at once while Esther referred to the mouse by his surname.
“Northcrest? W… What brings you here?” the redhead stuttered.
“Bad news.” The school’s headmaster replied and an overwhelming presence filled the marble pillar hall. An angel mouse materialized between Northcrest. It appeared to be holding a long trumpet set with a banner. The other angels’ jaws nearly dropped.
“…I-I-I-Israfil?” Ariel managed to push out some words from his mouth.
”Salutem.” the mouse greeted. “It is as he said. We bring dire news.”
“What… might those news be exactly?” The green-haired angel continued conversing with the newly-arrived guests.
“The overheads of Seraphim Committee have pinned down a verdict and so has Lucifer. We are to clash on Sanctuary Highschool’s grounds in 168 hours. It is the demons’ intention to repeat the event which happened 193 years prior to this moment.” Ariel quirked his brow. Israfil sighed. “In other words, time for me to blow in my trumpet. In a week. Here.”
“193 years…” Valerie mumbled. “…Do you perhaps mean the war 200 years ago?” The angels nodded. Northcrest crossed his arms and paced around the room.
“A week, you say?” he paused. “Esther! You are to train the contracters after lesson time. Make sure they learn everything you learned in your 15 years of being in the Order.” She gaped.
“In a week?!”
“Don’t make me repeat myself.” The headmaster stopped and swirled his tail. Esther sighed.
“God, ruthless as ever, Judas.”
“Wait a minute, is the headmaster’s name Judas?” Lance cut in and Nathaniel was about to choke.
“No. It’s just a nickname he gained around here.” Israfil said with a small smile playing across his lips. “Master’s the chaotic good kind of figure.” Northcrest chuckled.
“Alright, don’t mind me. I’ll just be here watching.” He said. Barachiel rolled his eyes.
“And judge you if you mess up.” The blond angel added sarcastically. Israfil twitched in annoyance. The young mice continued lunging fireballs, light rays and lightning bolts. Israfil, Esther and the school’s headmaster corrected them periodically. Meanwhile, Karma and Landon sat and watched them through one of the demons’ clairvoyant orbs. Landon stared blankly while Karma watched almost enthusiastically. Belial and Lucifer were conversing quietly in the corner of the room.
“Israfil is a problem.” Lucifer mumbled.
“But so is Michael. And honestly, if every single angel isn’t a fucking problem you’re a softie, Lucifer.”
The Antichrist chuckled. The black-haired demon scrunched up his mouth in annoyance. “Anyway, where’s that annoying four-eyed teen?”
“Chloro Savasuke?” Lucifer asked.
“How the bloody hell do you even remember his name?” Belial’s face bore an expression of mild disgust.
“Do you need him for something?”
“He’s got more information on angels than our bastard prince. We need status reports.” The Antichrist inquired. “All I know is the Seraphim Committee agreed on attacking us in a week.”
“And that’s all we really need to know, fancypants.” A new voice chimed in. Chloro appeared with his fan in his paws. “We don’t need to know who they bring. It’s obvious. All we need to do is arm our legions as good as possible.” He finished. Belial rolled his eyes.
“Whatever, smartass.”

#60

OMFG
CHLORO IS JUST
YES
BRB I'M DYING OF LAUGHTER

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