A Series of One-Shots

Amotos: Deciphering the Soul

Note: If you read my other Amotos one-shot, the names have changed and the plot may have slightly changed, but the story is still technically the same. Have fun!!

(Achelois is Parisa. Nick is her twin brother now and the demon's name is now Leum.)
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He stared at the offending post-it, stuck onto the top of the coffee machine. The kids didn't drink coffee, so there was one other person that could've stuck it on top of the machine.

He wasn't impressed.

He glared at it again, suspicious and appalled, yet he pulled it off anyway. It was a code, circles and lines and other different shapes taking place to form a sentence.

A code. Great.

He dragged his hand down his face, sighing at Parisa's childness as to writing things in code and leaving them around the house as though decoding ciphers was something of fun.

As though she didn't mess everything up in the first place.

He poured his coffee into one of the countless mugs sitting in the cupboard, wondering exactly what time it was. He shrugged to himself, taking his coffee and the post-it down to the secret basement.

His only home, he thought.

Placing his coffee on his desk and looking down at his notebook, he pondered the safest way to cleanse the demonic circle drawn in the spacious room in front of him. He stuck the post-it to the wall next to him.

6:39 AM, huh? It could wait till later.

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He stretched and yawned, back cracking as he straightened in his chair. His stomach grumbled at him and he grumbled back, glancing at his clock once again.

3:40 PM?

He blinked owlishly, shocked that he had been down for so long. He looked down at his open notebook, still trying to find the solution to the situation. Then he looked at the post-it, still miraculously stuck to the wall beside him.

Welp, he wasn't getting anything important done anything.

About to take the note of the wall, he started at the loud knock on the door behind him. Whirling out of his chair, alert and awake, he crouched into a fighting stance.

Who could that be?

Griffin was probably out with his sister, on a paranormal quest. They might have even brought Damia's friends along on their journey. So all that left was...

"Parisa?"

Taking that as initiative, his twin stuck her head inside, a grin plastered onto her face. She slid inside the basement, strolling over to him in a friendly manner.

He didn't think it was.

"Looks like you got the code! Figured it out yet?" Her grin turned into a smirk, challenging and childlike. He rolled his eyes at her, once again reminded that she was just a human.

Just a human.

"I apologize, I was too busy taking care of more important things such as taking care of a mess a certain someone made." He glared at her, rage and irritation coursing through his veins. Her face fell into a sad frown but he didn't delve into that thought.

Serves her right.

"Well, I could always help y'know? I mean, I was the one who made the thing in the first place." She smiled again and anger burned hotter inside him, anger at the supposed nonchalance and pride that seemed laced into that sentence.