[h1][b]Ruomahl/Rowan[/b][/h1]
Ruomahl heard the King tell them how oh so horrible they had been, spending all of his hard-earned cash. Hailing from a long-line of fallen angels who had decided it was better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven , and now being reduced to what laid before him. That was what Ruomahl was being told, anyway. He was told that they would have to earn their father's love.

"Well," Ruomahl thought. "He's obviously not talking about me."

Ruomahl expected that his mother would not make anything any better. Every time she opened her mouth, things just got worse. A military Academy. Ruomahl didn't know much about human warriors, but he knew enough to make this news torturous. Humans weren't like demons. Humans were fragile, docile things which weren't so fearsome even to each other, so they were taken to places where they were made strong, and were taught in martial arts, in tactics, and in arms training. The Queen showed the princes the standard uniform, and Ruomahl took a good look. Snazzy. She then showed them them another uniform. Snazzy. 

From the looks of things, Ruomahl wasn't being sent to the barracks. He hoped that this was where officers were trained, which was a little better. Gritty still, but a bit better. What was on Ruomahl's mind now was how he was going to accomplish this quest. He couldn't have his brother's having one up on him, so he'd have to swift, even swifter than Skeixura, which was impossible. Ruomahl would assign someone to take care of his things while he was gone. It should probably be Kalinis, as he had always been so dependable. He'd probably have one last laugh with that fool Dormius, and play one last game of chess with Fornyeus before talking over one last cup of demonic coffee. He of course would give one last kiss to Antinigua and give her a heartfelt kiss and then give her a merry goodbye and - 

Shit.

Where in his father's name was he now? Everything around him seemed so foreign and so damned bright. Nothing around him looked familiar. He couldn't handle it. Ruomahl was too confused to think properly. What had happened? Just then, a thought went through his mind.

Those bastards.

That was one of the things Ruomahl liked about humans. They took care of their young. Demons? Nope; throw them out with the trash. It was all well and good to be rude and callous, but it wasn't so sweet when you're on the receiving end. He didn't even have time to get ready. Ruomahl thought that surely his parents valued his son's social ties. Apparently not, however.

Ruomahl decided to look around. After all, it couldn't hurt. He could get busy later. He knew someone was watching him, but he couldn't deal with that now. For now, he had to figure out more about the place he was. He wanted information. Ruomahl searched through the desk on one end of his room, but he only found books with knowledge that was unnecessary for now. Good information, he was sure, but not for now. Disappointed, Ruomahl turned his attention to the other desk that held a strange contraption. This strange machine was connected by many thick wires with a bulky block that held on it a large button.

Ruomahl was only slightly afraid. He assured himself that his power was still with him, and that a human device this small had no way of hurting him in any meaningful way. Ruomahl pressed the button. 

There was a loud sound, and it continued for a while. He pressed another button on the uppermost contraption after nothing happened for a minute. The fear had given way to fascination. Was this uppermost contraption really a conduit for the powers upon which the lowermost device operated. Was it a sort of portal, or perhaps it a screen? Ruomahl thought that yes, this must be a screen. He recalled a phrase upon which a great human sage had said; "sufficently advanced science is indistinguishable from magic." So this was science, the cold, methodical magic garnered by humans through logic and experience. Ruomahl found it so very interesting. 

Ruomahl saw a white speck in the center of that conduit, the screen. Ruomahl thought that perhaps this was the key to controlling this human contraption. He put his hand on the lower device, and used his magic to delve deep into its fundamental elements. Big mistake. Ruomahl was overloaded with a seemingly infinite amount of data, and his mind could not take it. He immediately released his hand, and moved it to his mouth to prevent himself from puking. 

"By my father, what was that monstrosity," Ruomahl said. "That eldritch abomination. How could mortals, in their finite wisdom, develop such a thing?"

Yet even with a newfound fear, Ruomahl forced himself to continue. After looking around, Ruomahl found a device which he had neglected to investigate thoroughly. When he moved it, so too did the white speck on the screen.

"Beast!" Ruomahl said. "I have tamed you."

Ruomahl clicked upon a box which was labeled "guest." He assumed it was as good a place to start as any. There was a high-pitched, harmonious sound, and the screen was somewhere else. This screen was quite impressive. Ruomahl moved the cursor to one of the few labeled things on screen, something which said "Mozilla Firefox." Hopefully the wisdom of the Firefox would enlighten him. Ruomahl looked down, and saw on the desk something sprayed with human letters. From the few words spread a across it, Ruomahl could assume that it was in the most common human language, English. After a bit of foolishness, Ruomahl figured out how to use the mouse and the search bar. He typed into it the English name for the human world, Earth. Today was going to be a day of independent studying.