1 “I was young once. I wasn’t a deranged immortal lunatic once. Most people find me repulsive. If you didn’t I would be surprised. But I’m not here to make you give me your pity. I am here to tell you my story. It all started on the day the house across the road exploded...” HELL... 167,025 YEARS AGO... “Come now Alexander! You’ll be late for ninth period!” My 11’th grade history teacher was reprimanding me because I stayed behind, and as he knew that I had to go to the other side of the school in about 2 minutes and...29 seconds now, he was rather right. “I know sir. I stayed behind so I could ask a question, as you are the only teacher I am dearly acquainted with, and have a cordial relationship.” “Well then ask away boy!” “Who is the new student in our class?” I was inquiring about a new student in my class, and as I had many reasons to do so, I was rather curious, and in the straightest terms, enthralled. The new student was a female Togruta, and she had a silvery gleam that surrounded her wherever she went. “I am not sure Alexander. She is rather interesting isn’t she? Her name is Ithuriel. Interesting name for a Togruta. But anyway. Get to class.” He patted me on the back and I ran, dodging walls of flesh(walls of students), and I made it to my English class with 4 seconds to spare. [i][b]She[/b][/i] was there. I grabbed my book from the shelf with magic, brought it to my hand, and went to sit at my seat. Oddly enough, it seems she was at my table as well. Yay. “Hello.” As I sat down she smiled at me. “Hello.” I attempted to smile back, but it turned into a half hearted near grimace. My best friend, Igreth, but I call him Iggy, sat down next to me and pulled out his phone. “What’s up.” “Wassup.” “Anyway what’s going on with you?” “Nothing much. Got the new deluxe edition of Hellbound. It’s awesome.” “Cool!” Hellbound is a first person shooter game, set in Hell, of course. You have been captured by a evil emperor, and you have to escape and bring his empire crashing down in revenge for your lost brother. I then thought of an idea, maybe I could see what she was with magic! As class began to start, I waved my hand, and I could feel a border around her, as if she was covering something... [i][b][u]BANG!!![/u][/b][/i] I flew backwards into the wall head first!!! The whole class started to laugh! Even she was laughing! But she had a uneasy look about her, and her eyes promised to explain later... The teacher ran over, and was asking if I was alright, and if I needed to go to the nurse. “No Ma’am. I’m fine.” As they laughing died down, I made every single pencil being used by a student in the room, burst into flames. And as soon as they lit, the flames disappeared. So currently the class consisted of one screaming and hysterical teacher, about 19 students with burned hands, a best friend who has no clue what’s going on, a seriously interesting new student and Me. The teacher had a look of recognition on her face. Oh no. Not good. “Crowley! Mind explaining what that was?” “Ma’am I can guarantee it wasn’t me. I can’t do Hellfire. I can only do this fire.” My hand exploded into blue flames. “Well ok then. Just making sure we didn’t have some weird magical phenomenon on our hands.” I, her, and my friend were laughing beyond belief. The teacher hustled everyone out to the nurse for third-degree burns, and told us to stay out of trouble until she got back. The new student looked at me and with a grin said, “Well that didn’t really seem like a spontaneous event.” “It wasn’t.” My chair shifted into a comfy armchair, the new class picture rose up with a thumbtack and tacked itself into the board. I grabbed all of the pencils in the class except my friends, and the new girl’s, and started throwing them at a dangerously high speed at each face they belonged to in the picture. THUD! THUD! She looked at me with a rather unimpressed expression. “Why aren’t you magical.” I look at her with a disdained expression. “I know right?” I throw the bully in the classes pencil at his picture and it morphs into a knife that thuds into the board* THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! “Stop it would you?” THUD! “What if I don’t?” THUD! She gets up, grabs my wrist, and I feel a force invading my mind... I feel a rushing sensation and I suddenly realize...we are in my head. “What. Are. You?” “Not a scumbag devil for one thing. Ever played in dreams? It’s fun.” A pistol appears in her hand and she pulls the trigger, aimed at me. A neat round hole appears in my head, I fall down, and everything goes black. My vision returns and I am standing where I was. “Well that was rude.” I grab the power and anger rising inside of me, and let it loose in a storm of Hellfire* She catches a bolt that hurtled toward her on her hand, and snickers. “That was pitiful. Come on. Tell me you can do more than that.” I grab her in a psychic grip, and pull each limb in a different direction. “Uh...oww...can...you...please...STOP!” “Nah. This is for the pistol shot.” I tear her asunder, and watch as her limbless dream torso drops to the ground and fade. I leave my head, and return to the class. We appear right back where we were. My friend is completely oblivious to the fact that we just disappeared for a couple minutes. This is evident to the fact that, I, am the brains in this operation. The new girl smiles at me, supposedly glad I beat her. The teacher walks back in, rather distressed about the situation. “Ok class as it seems we had a rather spontaneous event happen that sent nearly the whole class to the hospital, we won’t be learning anything this period. Do what you want. I on the other hand need a drink.” The teacher walks out of the room, obviously frazzled. Iggy follows her, probably to ask to go to the facilities. I am left alone with the new girl in the room. Awesome. “Well what is your name?” “Alexander Crowley.” “I don’t suppose you are going to ask me mine?” “I know yours already, Ithuriel.” “Well it’s Miss Vequaniel to you sir.” “Vequa-smeckwa.” “Well that was rude.” “If you haven’t noticed Miss Vequaniel, I am a Devil. I am rude, repulsive, downright devious, and capable of committing crimes against the universe.” “But you don’t want to.” As she said that my heart stopped beating for a bit... In my head she had saw more then I wanted her to... Ugh. This is going to make things more complicated. If she found out how I rather highly disliked what we were learning and were being raised to do, (destroy Heaven and the World), I would be thrown into a prison as a failure. My day couldn’t get any worse.