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Chapter 4

I don't think I've ever seen anyone eat cake quite like Brendon. I mean, it was quite impressive really. Marc managed to prevent him from eating away all our reward, but he found a cheap bakery and ate an entire cake in about twenty minutes. It was only five credits, though, so we just let him.

"Hey, I've been thinking we should pay a visit to Lucifer," Marc said, as Brendon inhaled yet another slice of chocolate gateau. "I mean, we haven't seen him in a while, and I'm a little worried about his angst levels."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Brendon replied. At least I think that's what he said. It was hard to tell through the layers of chocolate icing. 

"Wait--you guys know Lucifer?" It's hard to imagine that Brendon the cake-demolisher and Marc the tutu-wearer knew anyone of importance.

"Well, yeah. He likes reading his emo poetry to us." Marc grimaced and turned away. "It's really shit, but we don't tell him that. That's what landed me in the tutu."

"Emo poetry?"

"Pete Wentz in 2007 emo."

"Why don't you just take off the tutu?"

"Lucifer's omnipresent and all that bullshit. I mean, that's not true, he really just has security cameras everywhere except the toilets and the bedrooms, but I'm not meant to know that."

"Uhhhh..." Lucifer sounded kind of Big Brother-y. I was pondering the dark connotations of this when I realised Brendon hadn't said a word for about thirty seconds, and I didn't even know if that was physically possible for him. I turned around, confirmed my suspicions, and sighed. Marc seemed to have realised, too, and exhaled even louder than me. "We could go after him..." I  said reluctantly.

"Or we could a) not have to endure an hour of shitty angst-fuelled poetry and b) get ice cream."

"Yep, that's a far better option. Hey, how did you die?"

"Oh...I was stabbed." Marc shook his head. "Like four, five years ago maybe. I think I was 22? I got into hell after two years of waiting, and became a demon early because Lucy liked me, much to my misfortune."

"Damn, that's pretty young to die. Ooh, hot girl." You can distract me pretty easily. She had long brown hair, wearing a dress and leggings.

Marc shrugged. "Nah. Look at that fucking dress, like I'm sorry, could you get an uglier shade of purple? It's like she's trying to look like a mess."

"Harsh, Marc, harsh. Didn't know you were such a fashion critic," I said, before ordering myself a pistachio ice cream. "How do you deal with Brendon's suit?"

As if by magic (or highly convenient plot) I noticed a pair of pink sparkly horns moving towards us through the crowd of people surrounding the ice cream stand.

"Uh oh. Speak of the devil."

"You dickheads, it took me like an hour to find you!" A very out-of-breath Brendon emerged from the crowd. He appeared to be missing an arm. "I ran into a gang, and when they found out I didn't have any money they took my arm instead! This is going to take ages to grow back. I am so pissed. You are coming with me to see Lucifer, I'm not letting you off now, you little fucking shitheads."

Phew, so that chapter's done. Sorry I'm like two months late -_- 

Do comment what you want to read! I have a vague idea of what the plot's gonna be, but no real details. Sorry it's not really going anywhere yet, next chapter it'll start to take off (hopefully lol)