Asmodeus sighed boredly and leaned his head on his fist as Phobetor said his final piece and bowed, leaving. With the room's only occupant now being the Lecher Prince, peace and quiet had returned. The room's only ambient sound now being the gentle crackling of the fireplace behind where Asmodeus sat. Emerald eyes staring up at the ceiling, he slowly smiled. Taking a breath, he then spoke to the sleeping Andrew.
"Andy-boy...It's time to wake up...We're here..."
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With a snort, Andrew's eyes slowly opened and he sat up having heard Asmodeus. Yawning, he rubbed at his eyes and wiped at his mouth. How long had he napped for? Blinking and waking up more fully, he looked around the bus and realized that they had now stopped and that he was alone. No, not alone. The rest of the students had already left, save for Evera who still sat at her seat for some reason. Clearing his throat and straightening his clothes, he got up from his seat and walked down the aisle of the bus. As he came to where Evera sat, he stopped suddenly. Cheeks slowly reddening, he could feel his embarrassment grow as he stood there. He figured he shouldn't be rude and at least try a bit harder to socialize with the others. It would be a very long and lonely school term if he didn't. Swallowing dryly, he turned to face Evera, being careful not to make eye contact. His eyes flickering up to her face and back down repeatedly as he attempted to speak to her.
"Sh-...shall we g-go, miss? I-it seems as we're the only ones s-s-still on the bus," he gave her an uneasy smile and nervous chuckle.
"Oh-ho! We may have hope for you yet, Andy-boy! You actually gathered to courage to speak to another human being, and a woman at that!" Andrew could hear Asmodeus clapping, applauding his efforts.
"Th-thank y-you...?" Andrew was unsure if he was mocking him or sincere.
"That hurt, Andy-boy. I was being sincere. Ohh, this one is rather attractive don't you think...?"
Before Asmodeus' hunger and curiosity could grow anymore, Andrew lowered his head and briskly walked off of the bus. Making sure to remember to open the storage compartments under the bus to grab his luggage. As he pulled his luggage behind him, he saw a newcomer looking down into some well with Taiyo sitting at its edge. His breath caught in his throat and his froze in his tracks. Gulping, his face continued to grow even more red as he looked at her. Exactly how red could one's face even get?
"A-a-asmodai, wh-who is sh-she? Wh-when d-did she get on?"
"Ah, I believe she was picked up along the side of the road as you slept. Don't ask me how she ended up there. Isn't she a beauty too, Andy-boy?" Asmodeus teased.
"It's going to be a very interesting term..." Asmodeus chuckled.
Andrew could detect the intent behind his words, sending a shiver down his spine.
Looking down at the ground, he sighed whining slightly. Nervously, he adjusted his tie and decided to look around. Apparently, they had stopped at some Japanese Shrine. Wincing at the brightness of the sun from having just recently woken, Andrew reached into his inner coat pocket and pulled out a pair of sunglasses. Wearing them, he hoped it would help hide his intense anxiety as he walked up to the well. Keeping his distance from Taiyo and the new girl...
"Her name is Roxanne. But you can call her 'Roxy'" Asmodeus informed him.
Andrew hated how Asmodeus could do that. He was never one to afford others their privacy.
Gathering his courage, he spoke up.
"Wh-what d-did I m-miss? Wh-where d-did everyone e-else g-go?"
Looking around, he saw none of the other students from before. Specifically Mai, Ashil, and Phobetor.
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MULTI_MEDIA_MAN said
This team is going to end up destroying itself within a month.I see what you did thar.
That would be funny to witness.
Whoops, did I mess that up?
Anyways, I've responded Lugu.
Anyways, I've responded Lugu.
Asmodeus' eyes glanced at the blackness spreading from the chair and onto the carpet as Phobetor took his seat. As he spoke, his eyes looked up and stared back into Phobetor's own. Holding his gaze, Asmodeus developed a slight sneer at first but smiled and shook it away. He didn't appreciate having being lumped into the same category as this petty dream eater. He is a King of Hell, damn it. So what if his brothers and sisters held higher stations and more power? That wasn't his decision, but of the Emperor's and one that he would respect. He was proud of his rank. He was proud of who he was and he was going to make it clear that he was not to be compared to a simple dream eater. Needless to say, he was a bit sour at Phobetor for having being compared to him and reduced in a sense. Sitting up straight and interlocking his fingers, he waited until Phobetor was finished speaking before he took his turn in the conversation.
"Though we may both hail from the 'Underworld' as you put it, we are not the same. We are not family and we will never be related as such." he said, snapping one of his fingers as a book appeared before him. Opening it, his eyes scanned its pages as he read, continuing to speak. Not affording Phobetor the respect of direct eye contact as he felt disrespected and insulted by his comments to his rank and station.
"You are a God and I am no such thing, the opposite in fact." he turned a page of his book. Its cover holding no writing or marks.
"If it was your intention to fill my Andrew's dreams with terror, then I must apologize but no such thing will be happening. Now, or ever." he closed the book and it shot back towards its place on the vast book shelves that lined the walls.
"While he may require sleep, food, and other necessities for human life, I require no such thing. While he sleeps, I am always awake. So if you wish to invade his dreams, I'm sorry to say but that will be impossible as long as he and I share a mind, a body, and a soul." smiling, he leaned forward in his chair.
"So, might I ask that you please leave my cherished Andrew's dreams and leave him be? Phobetor, was it?" he smiled, a strange knowing gleam in his eyes.
His powers afforded him precious information, a intimate view into others' hearts to as to manipulate them and cause chaos. He knew something about Phobetor and he wasn't afraid of hiding it.
"Though we may both hail from the 'Underworld' as you put it, we are not the same. We are not family and we will never be related as such." he said, snapping one of his fingers as a book appeared before him. Opening it, his eyes scanned its pages as he read, continuing to speak. Not affording Phobetor the respect of direct eye contact as he felt disrespected and insulted by his comments to his rank and station.
"You are a God and I am no such thing, the opposite in fact." he turned a page of his book. Its cover holding no writing or marks.
"If it was your intention to fill my Andrew's dreams with terror, then I must apologize but no such thing will be happening. Now, or ever." he closed the book and it shot back towards its place on the vast book shelves that lined the walls.
"While he may require sleep, food, and other necessities for human life, I require no such thing. While he sleeps, I am always awake. So if you wish to invade his dreams, I'm sorry to say but that will be impossible as long as he and I share a mind, a body, and a soul." smiling, he leaned forward in his chair.
"So, might I ask that you please leave my cherished Andrew's dreams and leave him be? Phobetor, was it?" he smiled, a strange knowing gleam in his eyes.
His powers afforded him precious information, a intimate view into others' hearts to as to manipulate them and cause chaos. He knew something about Phobetor and he wasn't afraid of hiding it.
Shiinen said
...I feel like the nerd that crawls into the back seat and hides from everyone else.
Andrew would normally do that too, minus the interruptions from Asmodeus that is.
There we go, done.
"Well, well, well..." Asmodeus said, his lips curling at the corners to reveal a sinister white grin.
"It looks like we have a uninvited guest.."
In the center of what was a large and luxurious study sat Asmodeus in a plush, velvety chair. A fireplace burning behind him casting a dramatic light and shadow effect on him and the room. Though Asmodeus seemed slightly different than when he assumed control over Andrew's body. The same ring of black tattoo-like diamonds still encircled his left eye, but there were a few additions to the rest of him. Namely, he had two black stubby horns visible on the top of his head. A pair of bat-like wings were folded up behind him as he sat, along with a forked tail swaying behind him as mesmerizing as a snake. He sat with his legs crossed, leaning his head onto a fist as he stared at Phobetor and grinned darkly.
"Welcome, guest!" he motioned with his hands at Phobetor as a chair would appear behind him.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance." He nodded his head at Phobetor politely.
"I am Asmodeus. One of the Seven Kings of Hell and ranked 32nd as per the Ars Goetia" he placed a gloved hand on his chest as he introduced himself.
"I believe you intended to conduct business with my Andrew? Sadly, I regret to inform you that he is currently sleeping and will not be able to come out and play."
"Instead, how may I be of assistance? While my Andrew sleeps, I shall try my very best to accommodate you and answer any questions you may have."
"So if you would please introduce yourself and state your business. I would very much like to know the reason as to why you are intruding on my Andrew's dreams and what you had intended to do to him as he rested."
Asmodeus' grin slowly vanished, replaced by a stern glare. The lighting from the burning fireplace behind him giving his emerald-green eyes an odd intensity.
Looking around the study, all the walls were lined with shelves upon shelves of books. Volumes of them from the ground extending all the way upwards to reach the ceiling. The ground itself was covered in a fine rug. Within the back of the study behind Phobetor stood a tall Grandfather clock. Its pendulum quietly swinging side to side as the clock hands ticked away. Aside from the dark ceiling that held an unlit crystal chandelier, a few desks, tables, chairs and lamps scattered about, apparently Asmodeus made this space his home. His seat at the opposite end of the room, in front of the burning fireplace.
"It looks like we have a uninvited guest.."
In the center of what was a large and luxurious study sat Asmodeus in a plush, velvety chair. A fireplace burning behind him casting a dramatic light and shadow effect on him and the room. Though Asmodeus seemed slightly different than when he assumed control over Andrew's body. The same ring of black tattoo-like diamonds still encircled his left eye, but there were a few additions to the rest of him. Namely, he had two black stubby horns visible on the top of his head. A pair of bat-like wings were folded up behind him as he sat, along with a forked tail swaying behind him as mesmerizing as a snake. He sat with his legs crossed, leaning his head onto a fist as he stared at Phobetor and grinned darkly.
"Welcome, guest!" he motioned with his hands at Phobetor as a chair would appear behind him.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance." He nodded his head at Phobetor politely.
"I am Asmodeus. One of the Seven Kings of Hell and ranked 32nd as per the Ars Goetia" he placed a gloved hand on his chest as he introduced himself.
"I believe you intended to conduct business with my Andrew? Sadly, I regret to inform you that he is currently sleeping and will not be able to come out and play."
"Instead, how may I be of assistance? While my Andrew sleeps, I shall try my very best to accommodate you and answer any questions you may have."
"So if you would please introduce yourself and state your business. I would very much like to know the reason as to why you are intruding on my Andrew's dreams and what you had intended to do to him as he rested."
Asmodeus' grin slowly vanished, replaced by a stern glare. The lighting from the burning fireplace behind him giving his emerald-green eyes an odd intensity.
Looking around the study, all the walls were lined with shelves upon shelves of books. Volumes of them from the ground extending all the way upwards to reach the ceiling. The ground itself was covered in a fine rug. Within the back of the study behind Phobetor stood a tall Grandfather clock. Its pendulum quietly swinging side to side as the clock hands ticked away. Aside from the dark ceiling that held an unlit crystal chandelier, a few desks, tables, chairs and lamps scattered about, apparently Asmodeus made this space his home. His seat at the opposite end of the room, in front of the burning fireplace.
Lugubrious said
Are we going to cut this nightmare thing short? Because that would be sad.Oh well, if we do, we could just say that when we arrive Andrew has bad dreams for something. If that's okay with Harine.
Phobetor can enter his dreams, but I don't think Asmodeus will be very hospitable. You may not want to stay for long around one of the Kings of Hell..
Lol, love all of these.
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