It's Your Life: The Sleeping Demon

The Afternoon Church

The benches of the church were packed with whispering and giddy children, all excited that with the afternoon church on they got to miss the rest of class. It was a fancy catholic church with stained glass and pillars lined up beside each bench. The alter was a shining white with the stained image of a shadow-like creature on the glass. Blake and Tobias sat the furthest they could from the class, Tobias holding something special in his blue paws. The angel on Blake's shoulder took one look and was already in lecture-mode. "Blake, I know I said I couldn't change your mind on this, but what if you awaken something?!"

"Yeah, awaken the demon." the toddler said rolling his eyes. He respected Light and listened to her- some of the time- but this demon has been napping for too long now. He turned his attention to the racoon and what he was holding. A bowl of fresh holy water, scooped up from the entrance. Thanks to Blake's quick thinking, this will either awaken the demon or kill it. But to quote, "A chance is a chance."

While everyone else sang hymns, Blake proceeded to dunk the demon into the bowl repeatedly, with no luck, much to Light's pleasure. "What if it's like Cinderella, and the only way to wake him is to kiss him?" Tobias suggested.

"I think you mean Sleeping Beauty." Light corrected.

"Well since you're such an expert go on and give him a smooch!" The racoon tossed the demon beside Light. The angel refrained from gagging. "I can't! It would be...non-consensual!"

"Well I don't know what that means, so I don't care!" Blake said "Please Light?"

"No. I was never on board with this from the beginning. And look, Ms. Orchid's getting cross!"

The trio looked ahead to see Ms. Orchid watching carefully with an angry eye. When she caught Blake looking back she mouthed 'sing' before turning back to complete the hymn. Light grabbed the demon by his shoulders and started to hoist him up "Well, while you sing, I'll just take care of this guy here hehe. Bye!"

And with a 'pop' sound the angel found herself back in her room. She heard thrashing from the chamber across from her, but the demon was here. So who could be causing that familiar racket?

She opened her door to find all the moods cowering in front of it. On the opposite end the demon's door was slightly open, with clothing particles flying out of it. The moods and Light could hear some...unpleasant words being thrown about on the other side of the door. Light let the moods into her room and reluctantly set the demon on her bed. "What is going on? Is there another mood I should know about?"

"We don't know!" Phobia shrieked "We heard a popping noise, then crashing and thrashing!"

"And me being the bravest I went to check." Rage said in a proud somewhat husky voice for a four year old "And oh boy, you will not believe who it was!"

"Who?" Light asked urgently.

"We don't know! But he must be related to this guy or something," Love spoke now, pointing at the softly snoring demon on the bed. "He looks exactly like him with the horns and tail. But this man was WAY scarier. And less drooly."

Light felt all her body heat drop "Are you telling me there's another DEMON in that room?!"

All the moods nodded simultaneously and begged Light to deal with it. Their pleads were hushed by the sound of a frustrated grunt followed by what seemed to be a chair being thrown across the room.

Light understood why the moods were scared. They were technically only four just like Blake, and a madman just broke into their home. But Light was just as terrified. She had never met a demon before this job. And while the sleeping one was easy to handle, a new awake one here to trash bedrooms seemed like a whole new level of trouble. Still, the moods counted on her. Blake was counting on her. She took off her crystal heel and walked outside of the room toward the wreckage. The moods cheered for her from the doorframe in whispers.

C'mon Light, you can handle this...remember, no need to call for HER help. Nobody's dying...yet If anything it could be Tobias searching for snacks or something. The angel recalled one time in the middle of the night where she caught the racoon rummaging her underwear drawer in hopes of finding loose gumdrops. Never asked any follow-up questions. She gave herself positive affirmations while tiptoeing towards the door. Sucking in her breath, she pushed the door open to a bombsite. 

The place was even messier than the last time she was here. The entire wardrobe scattered across the carpet floor along with the bedsheets and pillows. Even so bits and pieces still found their way to the floor as a muscular figure threw them from their spot of the dressing table. Light barely dodged a flying book as the stranger kept mumbling to himself in acrimony. His back was turned to her, yet Light felt her knees almost buckling from the extensive, florid, almost dragon-like wings before her. The tail was draped on the floor, more thick and scaly than the other one's. Light's eyes drifted to a corner of the room where a tall, three-pointed, blood red trident stood leaning beside the bathroom door. Light glanced between it and her crystal heel weapon as it dawned on her that she didn't at all think this through.

Even so, this demon clearly had bad intentions and beneath her fear Light was determined to stop him. Without thinking, Light dropped her shoe and leaped toward the demon, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, catching him completely off guard. He let out a yelp as Light berated him with questions "Who are you? What are you doing here? Why are you trashing this place? Am I hurting you? If so I'm sorry but you must identify yourself!"

"GET OFF OF ME!" The demon screamed as he spread out his wings, pushing the angel off him. Light fell to the floor with a thud and looked up at the intruder now facing her. He wore a copper colored vest over a crimson dress shirt with dark business trousers and shoes. He had spiked blonde hair with a sharp jawline that tightened with fury upon seeing Light. His eyes were a flaming red that almost glowed from afar. Light pathetically raised her heel up to him. "Who are you?" she asked, trying her best not to stutter. The demon c****d an eyebrow before turning to fetch his weapon. Light winced as he twirled the trident with one hand and pointed the three tips right at her face.

"Who am I? Who are YOU that you think you have the absolute GALL to assault me like that and expect to live?" the demon sneered, the tips of his trident now glowing. Light could feel heat coming from the spear, and she soon realized if she didn't answer with something smart she'd have brands on her forehead.

"My name's Light."

"Light? Well Light. You've annoyed me. So prepare to die."

"WAIT! I didn't mean to attack you. You just- weren't the shoulder demon I expected to see."

"I'm not a shoulder demon! I have my wings, if you didn't notice."

"Oh I noticed...so you must be the other guy's senior demon."

"Wow," he said sarcastically "You're so astute and observant."

"Please, I was only concerned with all the noise coming from here. It seems like the other guy owes you money or something."

The winged imp let his trident away from Light's face. He slumped on the bed defeated with everything around him. Light carefully got up from the floor and awkwardly stood next to him. "What's your name?"

"Mayhem Diabolus."

"Oh wow we're using full names. Um, I'm Light Genesis then."

"Genesis?" The demon, Mayhem, said in slight amusement. "You're an era 3?"

"Yes. You're era 1?"

"Like I said, SOOO astute and observant."

"So what's with the wreckage?"

"I need to talk to Flare."

Light raised her eyebrows. The slumbering demon has a name? "He's asleep."

Mayhem punched the air "Of b****y course he is. Where?"

He didn't wait for an answer. He got up and stormed toward her room. Light followed suit, refusing to let this guy trash her chamber, no matter how much stronger he was. As he opened the door, Mayhem was tackled by six, multi-colored Blakes bearing crystal heels.

"TAKE THAT MONSTER!"

"Haeyey! Oh jeez I can't get a clear shot!"

"I missed..."

"Wheee!"

"Have some of this, darling!"

"Oh sorry! God attacking a stranger, I'm so ashamed..."

"GET OFF!" was all the demon needed to say for the moods to scatter and hide behind Light. Once Mayhem was on his feet, he stormed to the bed where the wingless demon, Flare, was sound asleep. Mayhem grabbed him by the ankles and slammed him onto the floor. The moods and Light gasped as Mayhem dragged the sleeping devil out by his tail while muttering, "You had one job, Flare. Just the one!"

The seven watched in confusion and horror as Mayhem proceeded to beat and whip Flare, yelling at him to wake up. Even prodding and burning him in the back with the trident. Flare remained blissfully numb to the t*****e, only shifting slightly in his sleep as Mayhem branded him. When the senior realized the pain did nothing, he threw his spear down the hall, the moods backing away to avoid getting hit. "Flare, WAKE UP!" Mayhem screamed.

Still nothing. The senior shook his head disappointedly. And although he'd threatened to kill her, and just whipped someone in front of four year-olds, Light felt a small sting of pity for Mayhem. It just seemed like he's had to put up with Flare's laziness for years now.

As Mayhem picked up his weapon to leave, Light said about Flare: "Is he dead or something?"

Mayhem looked at her with tired eyes. "I honestly wouldn't be surprised." He retreated to Flare's room with his trident in hand. With one twirl of the staff, a fiery portal appeared and just like that, he was gone.

When Light popped back out, Blake and Tobias seemed more enthusiastic about the hymns they were singing. Light's mind was once again elsewhere. So it seemed she had to worry about not just Blake trying to wake Flare up, but his senior demon too?

The little angel had her work cut out for her.