The Clara Chronicles

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Clara huffed.

"The blood is rushing to my head."

"Yeah, the Daraxi have always had this weird 'hanging victims upside down from men's locker rooms under large football stadiums' fetish."

"Really, Viktor? We've been captured by tongue-stealing demons from Hell and you choose now to make jokes?"

"It soothes me."

"Silence!" One of the Daraxi boomed from across the room. Clara decided to call him Steve. She twisted her head to look at him with one of her 'if looks could kill' glares. She thought about giving Steve a small lecture on manners, but decided that she liked her tongue too much to risk it. She sighed at the situation she was in.

The fight with the Daraxi didn't quite work out.

As in worst case scenario.

Viktor and Clara put up a good fight at first. She sliced a few of the creatures up pretty well, and Viktor just punched them because he claimed that a Jklaim took his last Araken blade and that, on a totally unrelated topic, Satan doesn't give out loans, so he had to train in hand-to-hand combat. Clara didn't quite believe him but they didn't have time to argue. They started to get overwhelmed, and Steve came and took them back to the locker room of doom.

Oh, that rhymed! Clara mused.

"So, Billiam--" Viktor started.

"Hey, I thought we agreed on Steve!" Clara protested.

The Daraxi didn't seem too pleased by their argument. He turned and vehemently started ranting about how his name was Rashenai The Destroyer and how he never got any respect around here anymore. He started to go into depth about his play dates with a few of Satan's kids when he was younger and how they ended up exploding an entire fae town, when Clara and Viktor just couldn't take it anymore. 

They turned to face him and both yelled. "Shut up, Steve!"

"Steve it is." Clara stated triumphantly.

"So," Viktor paused. "Steve, what was the purpose of the whole hanging upside down thing. If you're going to tie us up, at least tie us up on a couch or something, cause I can't feel my feet." He grimaced as he tried to move his toes and only felt pins and needles.

Steve turned to face Viktor and smiled eerily. "Oh, that. It's so we don't get any blood on your clothes when we cut your tongues out. The Daraxi don't have much, um, how do you say it? Earth currency is the term. We can't waste good clothes."

Clara faced Viktor.

"Wow, the Daraxi aren't only tongue-stealing demons, but they're psychotic too! Oh, yay!"

Viktor chuckled. "Aren't all demons psychotic?"

"Well," Clara swallowed."That is a good point."

"How on Earth are we going to get out of this situation."

"Don't worry, Vikky-poo, I have a wonderful plan!" She glanced at his eyes.

What is he? She questioned herself as she stared at his piercing violet eyes.

Viktor looked appalled.

"Did you seriously just call me Vikky-poo?

"Shush, the plan is in motion!" Clara glanced at Arix, sitting in the back pocket of Steve's, surprisingly stylish, jeans, and reminded herself that she had very good reasons for what she was about to do.

"Oh, Steven!" Clara called in what she hoped was a seductive voice.

The Daraxi coughed uncomfortably. "It's R-R-Rashenai." He stuttered, not quite able to get the words out of his seemingly clogged throat.

Viktor's eyes widened as he looked back and forth from Clara and the demon.

"Um, Clara, I know you're desperate but, there are dating websites that you can go to and--"

"Oh my gosh, Viktor, just shut the hell up!" Clara hissed as she beckoned Steve over and wrapped her arms around his waist, trying to reach the pocket where Arix was located.

Don't barf, don't barf, don't barf. She begged herself. She tried thinking of kittens, but those demon kittens that she saw in New Mexico shot down that dream. They had such sharp teeth,

Clara almost squealed with joy as her fingers wrapped around the handle of her beloved blade. She grinned while staring Steve in the face.

"Say hi to Satan for me, sweetheart, and tell him he owes me money."

She plunged the blade through his black heart as he stared, dumbfounded.

Clara cut herself down and walked over to Viktor as he stared at her, almost as with the same look as poor Steve.

She cut the rope connecting Viktor to the ceiling.

Viktor got on his feet, still studying Clara.

"Coming?" Clara asked gesturing towards the door.

Viktor coughed. "Yup."

Clara chuckled to herself as she walked out the door to find the other Daraxi, followed closely by Viktor.

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