The Murder Diaries Of U.C Academia

Chapter # 5

"I'll take the new latte combo, with almond sugar cookies," he turned to the girl, "what about ya?"

"I'll have (favorite drink) and (favorite snack) please," they returned to their tables with their food and drinks, and Mammon is reciting every detail of his day to her.

"And then I stood in front of him and told him that I ain't gonna take shit from ya Lucifer! His face was worth seeing for," (Name), even though knowing the story has been exaggerated ten-folds, still praised his bravery for standing up in front of his older brother.

"I don't think that ever happened," a voice joined in, "right, Beelzebub?"

"Whatcha doin' here?" the strawberry blonde rolled his eyes, taking picture of his latte from a different angle.

"I am taking photos for my Instagram and Beelzebub is here to do what Beelzebub usually does," (Name) noticed the ginger stuffing his face with sandwiches, paying no attention to them whatsoever.

Both boys are brothers of Mammon, the strawberry-haired one is Asmodeus, he is garbed in the latest fashion with the theme of pink, (Name) assumed he loved pink color.

But the other one, Beelzebub, is wearing the simple uniform of U.C Academy. She can tell by the badge, he is a junior in her department.

"Anyway," Asmodeus's eyes land on her a glint making its way to his peach/golden eyes, "who you might be?"

"I'm---"

"Hey, keep your eyes down, little brother," Mammon interrupts, Asmodeus ignored him and with sultry eyes made his way to their table.

"Hello, there, I'm Asmodeus, but you can call me Asmo," he placed both his hands on the table, leaning in a little, "only special people call me Asmo, the ones who are very close to my heart," he took her hand and placed it on the right side of his chest.

"Yeah, half of the population calls you that," Mammon forcefully pushed him back, "and I'm not from the sciences department and even I know that the heart is supposed to be on the left side,"

"That is because I love everyone equally, brother, and why are you so protective?" Asmodeus smirked, "is it because she is your lover?"

"NO," Mammon embarrassed cried out, "she is just a very good friend."

"Then you shouldn't have any issue with me asking her on a date, right?"

He glanced at (Name), she looked embarrassed at being asked such a question, "No, she is too innocent for someone like ya,"

Mammon stood up, taking his latte and cookies with him, "let's go, (Name),"

"Hey, where are you going?" (Name) followed behind, as Asmodeus smiled after them.

"The offer of a date still stands!" he called after them, as his eyes landed on the blazer that she has forgotten in rush, "interesting, it wouldn't be too bad if I took it, right?"

"Asmo, can I eat your cookies?"

"Well, go ahead, Beelzebub, it's not like your gonna leave them be if I said no," he picked up the blazer, thinking of returning it to her if he runs into her again.

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(Name) opened the door of her apartment, what took her by surprise is seeing luggage in her living room that did not belong to her.

"Hello?"

"(Name), you are finally here?" her aunt appeared from behind the door of her room. She is surprised to see her there, and asked, "what are you doing here?"

"We are here to live with you, after what happened last week, it'll be only to make you feel safe," she spoke in the sweetest of tones, the one that shouldn't be trusted.

"I don't think you need to stay here---"

"It's okay, (Name), we'll be off once after making sure you are safe,"

"We?"

"Yes, your cousin and I," she turned back to the kitchen, "you should change, I'm making dinner for us,"

"Alright, Aunt,"

(Name) tossed and turned in her bed, she felt hungry, and she was being too skeptical not to indulge in the food her aunt cooked on top of that, her cousin's snores are like the nails to the coffin.

"I can't sleep with a roaring stomach," it was three in the morning and the convenience store would be open. She stood up, throwing on her hoodie and crocs. She excited the apartment silently through the fire exit, trying not to wake up her guests.

She made her way to the convenience store, the streets were empty and silent as if no one lived there. (Name) appreciated the cold breeze, signaling the upcoming season of fall.

After entering the convenience store, she went to the instant noodles section and bought herself some of her favorite brands of noodles. She walked to the counter, handing the receptionist her goods. The receptionist is wearing a face mask and has familiar pink hair.

He gave her stuff back, avoiding eye contact with her. She shrugged, thinking this is his first time working at a convenience store, perhaps he is nervous.

"Thanks," (Name) made the instant noodles, she can already imagine the face of her coach as he figured out she is constantly eating junk food.

Indulging in sodium can make a toddler's heart stop, she excited the convenience store making her way to her apartment.

What she didn't notice was a pair of men shadowing her steps but the receptionist did.

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"Let her go," (Name) is going in and out of consciousness, and a strict voice yelled.

"You fool, turn around and forget you ever saw us here, or else, we'll kill you," one of the men snarled at the man standing in the dark.

She can feel the hot liquid pouring from the wound over her head, she isn't wearing any shirt as the poor hoodie has been ripped off of her body by the man holding her down.

"There goes the peaceful shift of my first respected job," he takes off the shirt he is wearing, "it looks like you thugs have chosen your fate," he pushed his foot back, going into a fighting stance, "come at me, you bastards,"

(a fighting sequence later)

(Name) squints her eyes, trying to focus on her surroundings at any possible rate. She is pulled to her feet roughly as a shirt is wrapped around her naked torso.

She looked at the man, the ruby red eyes of his somehow familiar, and so is the snarl on his lips.

"What's up, bitch?"

And then, she fainted.