The pen is Mightier than the Sword
Hope someone likes it- Chapter 0 (Explanation)
Unfortunately most of my days follow the same pattern. First, I wake up (although I'd rather just remain asleep). Second, I prepare to go to school. Then, I go to high school. Of course, on the way to school I try to go back home about twenty times, but somehow always find myself at school on time.
You're probably thinking something like "just deal with it, everyone else has to deal with high school and there's bound to be someone in a worse position than you". Well then, maybe you should try going to high school in Hell being the only person who can't use Hell's magic. The only magic I can use is the telepathy that allows demons to communicate with one another as well as use telepathic storage. As you know, none of the inhabitants of Hell know how to read or write; instead they store their thoughts into various objects. I suppose this system resembles the computers humans use, but it is much more effective.
Maybe I should rename this story Common Sense for demons, because all I seem to be doing is telling other demons how hell works, but I might as well finish what I started. The demons of hell come in different forms; there are humanoids, or demons that resemble humans such as myself, the devil, fallen angels, vampires, werewolves. There are regular demons that look quasi-human, these include beings that are part shark part human, and monsters that seem to be humans with horns. There are apocalyptic demons, these are the scariest in both appearance and power, and these usually resemble shadows and seem to take on the form of your worst nightmares. Finally there is the weakest group of demons, talking animals. But although demons have different forms the form simply controls the capacity each being has toward magic, the magic itself is the same for everyone in Hell.
Of course the devil has to find a way to torture even the inhabitants of Hell, and school doesn't seem to be enough. So, he added to our misery by creating the lottery system. No parents can raise their own children, all newborn children are sent to a random family and raised by that family, and they are treated as part of that family. Of course, as usual the parents I received were talking monkeys. As a result, I am among the lowest ranking members of hell and besides knowing I'm humanoid, I know absolutely nothing about what type of monster or being I am.
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The pen is Mightier than the Sword
Teen FictionHigh school is always tough, but who cares about you; it's a lot tougher if you're school happens to be in Hell. It's even worse when you're the only one who can't use magic. Oh and there's a gnome.
