Hell Academy.

Dreadful Apollyon,
Welcome to Hell Academy. Here you will learn the arts of the demons. Beelzebub, The Lord of Flies and second to only Satan himself has founded this academy to further your possibilities of becoming Kings and Queens of the underworld. While here you will live to the highest standard set for a Hell school. You will learn from the best and you will succeed. So please enter the gates and let Hell know you are here.

Chapter 2

Hell on Earth.

After school Ko and I decided to take off before Ri could catch up. It's not like we absolutely hated her, but she irritated us to no end. Ri had her own faults and we had ours, but Ri always made her problems everyone else's. She was always bossy, snotty and bit on the mean side. Although she over stepped boundaries at times she was always forgiven, sooner of later.

"You know you think about things too much," Ko laughed while kicking some rocks down the sidewalk. "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked him bringing my own thoughts back to earth. "You are always spacing out," he answered, "and you have this look like your concentrating on something." "What do you think Hell Academy would be like?" I asked him suddenly, "I mean what do you think Hell would be like?" "Don't get your hopes up," Ko laughed, "I heard Hell Academy was being placed in the human world. So no need to think about the daily commute to Hell." "What?" I asked him confused. Why would Hell Academy be here? That's like placing a target on our backs for exorcists. "Remember what I said about my father saying Beelzebub is trying to take over Hell?" Ko asked me while I looked at him confused. "Yeah," I answered him. Although I remember that conversation was cut short. "Well its rumored Beelzebub is making the academy here so that Satan doesn't find out about it," Ko informed me, "but Satan most likely already knows whats going on. I mean get real, it's Satan." "So whats stopping Satan from just destroying the school?" I ask Ko while I let my mind wander with images of the first day of school. In the middle of class Satan would show up and kill all the demons in attendance or he would bribe all the demons to fight Beelzebub and then Beelzebub will kill them. Either way the demons who attended died. "Nothing really," Ko shrugged, "maybe he's bored so he's just gonna let his son challenge him."

"Again with that talk?" Ri's voice asked us as we rounded the corner to our street, "I thought that you were in a pissy mood Yon-Yon." I was sure the look on my face as I walked past Ri let her know I wasn't on talking terms with her. I wasn't the type to hold a grudge, but what she had said about my mother set something on fire deep within me. "Still mad?" Ri half giggled while popping her hip out and putting her hand on her hip, "fine with me. I don't need to talk to you either." While keeping my usual pace I continued to walk away from her, leaving Ko to deal with her.

"Back from school already?" My mothers voice called out from the kitchen as I walked in the front door of our house. "Yeah," I answered her as I took off my shoes and started to walk up the stairs. "Hey wait," she called as she came out of the kitchen and into sight. My mother looked like a wreck. Baggy overalls and a dirty bandanna covered her mostly dirty face. She smelled of oil and like she had been diving in the junkyard for car parts. Wiping her face off she smiled at me. Her face was beautiful and I was proud to be her son. Her curly light brown hair and dark green eyes were only a small part of her beauty. "What happened?" she asked me while she continued to clean herself off, "I seen you and Rimmon exchange some words at the corner. Well she was saying something and you just walked off. So I assumed that something happened." Hearing my mother ask me what exactly happened, angered me again. "Mom," I asked her looking her straight in the eyes, "what ever happened to my father? I don't ask because I know you don't want to talk about it. But I really want to know. I don't want to be this kid who never knows." "I can't talk to you about who your father is," she sighed throwing the rag into the laundry hamper at the top of the stairs. Making it in she threw her hands in the air as if celebrating a game winning point. "We'll talk when you are ready," she smiled and then turned around to walk off.

Inside my room, I laid on the bed looking up at the ceiling. Things seem to be falling apart, I thought to myself, my mother won't tell me who my father is and I keep having this bad feeling in my gut. The feeling I was having was slightly bothering me since lunch, but I didn't take heed of it until I got home. I felt like someone was watching me. I know that sounds crazy, but I felt as though someone had been following me since lunch and now I could feel them closer then before. As I lost myself in my thoughts, a shadowy figure crept towards my window. "Who are you and what do you want?" I asked without turning over to see the man standing in my room. "Hoho," the man chuckled, "you are good, I'll give you that." Turning to see the man before me, I almost jumped to my feet as I recognized him right away. Standing before me was, Baal, the commanding general of the infernal armies. "Now brat," he smiled evilly, "let's see how well you play."

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