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"So...you're going to try and summon the devil?"Anastasia asked.
"This is a bad idea, and chances are it won't even work." Damien agreed
"No but it'll work!" Zakarie exclaimed to the twins.
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"So to get back at this girl, you summoned the devil?" The stranger asked, adjusting his glasses and staring at the green-haired male across from him, waiting for confirmation.
Zakarie nodded. "Yes..." He glanced around nervously, unsure what to do about the male in front of him. He looked to be around the same age as Zakarie! A college kid! "Will you uh, help?"
"Oh I'm not the Devil, I'm his son." The blonde said, relaxing on the couch, right leg over his left. "But I'm sure we can work somethign out."
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"This is stupid, i quit." William said, flipping his book and leaning back in the chair. "I wanna go home."
"Well you can't go home until you help me! So read this damn stuff and do your stupid s**t!"
"Dun wanna. I'm not a babysitter, kid."
"I hate you."
William laughed. "I'm the spawn of Satan, kid. You're supposed to hate me."
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Zakarie stared in confusion, shock and horror. "So the holocaust?"
"Dad's greatest triumph, if I do say so myself." He was grinning like an idiot, taking pleasure from the images. "Damn, they were such good times. Hell World War II was a ******** fantastic time." And continued to walk down the hall of the Holocaust Museum slowly, basking in the past glory and taking in a deep breath. "It had been so beautiful. God hated this! Oh the pain on his face when he saw all this!" he exclaimed in an excited whisper, nose almost to the glass, fingertips pressed to their fullest. "So beautiful." he repeated.
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"Hm?" William asked, blue eyes watching the colleg student. "Dude it's been a week, your still worked up over the Holocaust deal?"
"You were a Nazi!" He hissed.
"I'm blonde and blue haired! What was there not to enjoy during those times!" And paused his grinning, Zakarie's face becoming guilt ridden and sad. The spawn frowned, tapping the table before leaning frward onto the plastic. "You should be thankful toward my father though, you really should."
"Because rape whistles exist?"
"Well yes, no. No not that. My father actually wormed the idea of women's rights into Alice Paul's head."
Zakarie looked at the Nazi. "Who?"
"God you don't know your history. Alice Paul started the movement for Women's rights. Because women are so damn sexy nowadays you should thank him."
"Why was Women's rights a bad thing?"
"Because God created women second, thus they deserved second place. And we live in Hell, we like trouble, so we decided to make women equal to men." He took a sip of his soda. "I'll admit it's had it's goods and it's bads, but altogether I think we did a good job. You should thank me."
"You're the reason why my ex was a feminist, and I should thank you because?"
William stared in silence at the human, sipping again from his soda. "If you're gay, hell accepts you without punishing you."
"I'm not gay!" Zakarie exclaimed, shooting up from his seat as though the devil's heir set it on fire.
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"I hate you."
"We've been over this!" William called, walking down the stairs of IKEA.
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Zakarie watched WIlliam finish off a 12 pack of soda. "You drink a lot. Like, I mean, a lot. I go through that in a month."
"Then obviously you have never been deprived. Silly human." And chugged down the last can of soda, tossing it in the recycle bin.
"Why would you be deprived of somethign to drink?"
"because I'm busy torturing people, interrogating them, allowing them to burst into flames." he said, opening his palm as a small poof of smoke along with some sparks shot out. he chuckled, leaning back. "nah, kidding. I do mostly paperwork with a demon, tortured-soul sorta person who's forgotten his own name. Mum does the tortuing and Dad overlooks everything."
"You have a mother?"
"What? We're not asexual. you just pick a human or a succubus, rape it and bam a spawn is born."
Zakarie stared, so he wasn't raised with a mother?
"No. Don't think that." William responded, pointing a finger. "Surprisingly enough my mother raised me very well. A very beautiful human. But I got my good looks from dad and my smart mouth from her.
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Anastasia stared at the handsome blonde. "So Zakarie, who's he again?"
Zakarie stared nervously at the fast food meal, unsure of what to really say. Luckily he didn't have to, William spoke before he could form a coherent sentence.
"I'm his partner. Zakarie's been keeping it a secret but he came out to me and he was so cute, i just couldn't resist." And slung an arm around the sick looking adult. "He's so sweet."
"He looks like he'll puke." Damien commented.
"Well wouldn't you if your best friends realized you were gay?" And forced the mortal onto his lap happily, whispering in his ear. "This is payback for me babysitting you, b***h. And this isn't even the beginning"
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"Jesus Christ you're gay!" Zakarie cried once they dropped back into the apartment, tryign to remove the invisible germs from his being.
"I'm not gay, I have sex with whoever is willing. There's a difference."
I sat on your lap! God I probably have AIDS."
"I don't have any diseases you pansy." and grabbed the back of the twenty-year old's shirt, dragging him back into his lap and snuggling him. "I think i'll rape you." And felt Zakarie tense to the point of becoming a statue. "Really nervous ain't cha?"
"well...it is rape." He commented. William nodded, resting his chin on the student's shoulder in though, looking at the wall through his glasses.
"Okay, rape time." And threw the guy on the couch, straddling him as Zakarie yelled loudly and struggled, tryign to escape from the stronger man's grasp. William only watched, unmoving before chuckling. "I gotta kill your girlfriend first. Actually, I think I'll do that now. It's been a month, Dad's probably annoyed." And sat up, slipping his shoes on and walking to the window. "Always wanted to jump from a building." and opened it, crouching on the edge before turning at Zakarie's flustered face. "Ciao." And fell backwards.
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Zakarie stood nervously, glancing at William beside him who's naturally annoying face was one of full seriousness. Standing in front of them both was an older man, late theirties tops with blond hair pulled into a high ponytail, a lighter shade of blonde than William, and eyes an ice cold blue. "The contract says if you require Hell's services you're required to more or less go to Hell when you die."
"I was hit by a bus!"
"Well your time splits in half, you're what, twenty? You would have died by the age of fourty if not earlier. Such a tragic way to end, a bus. It's actually hilarious." and shrugged. "Sned him to the Incubi, they might find a use for him, his face is handsome enough."
"You can't send me there! I'll get raped!" akarie exclaimed, trying to get away from William who was literally dragging him away. "Devil! Satan! You!"
"Johnathan if you please! I've grown fond of that name."
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"Oh aren't you handsome?" The auburn haired woman said, looking at Zakarie and fixing his hair. She was a complete one-eighty to William's dad, and looked a hell of a lot younger too. "Come in, sit."
"Thank you..." And sat down as she spoke some foreign language to William, who responded back with a smile. Sounded like French or something, "You're a...a lot younger than Johnathan."
"Of course, I was brought here when I was twenty-eight. Then he refused to let me age and refused to send me to become food for succubi. He's a gentle man ifyou get to know him."
"I really don't want to know him." Zakarie responded firmly. "I'm still trying to get used to your son. He's not exactly the best of people."
"Of course he isn't, he's just like me. A total p***k." And laughed.
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"This," William said, patting hte man's shoulder. "Is that demon, tortured soul person I told you about."
THe man's skin was so white it was gray, brown hair shaggy and well past his eyes whichwere a vivid gold. And if that wasn't weird the human wore a blue bathrobe which ended mid-calf and pink slippers, the robe itself loosely tied around his waist.
"he's a good guy, Zakarie. I call him Schloo. Just Schloo, since he doesn't have a name."
zakarie only stared at the horror, unsure whether to shake hands or not.
"Oh, he eats people." The heir said, hugging the thin man's shoulders. "But he's eaten recently, or is it time to eat again, Schloo?"
Gold eyes turned to William before the neitre head turned, kissing the man's cheek. "Thought it was feeding time. let's go eat some dinner!"
"I'm going to be sick..." Was all Zakarie murmured, following behind the two.
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