A Summer's Promise

Messy Trial

An obnoxious buzz of conversation swarmed the ballroom that he and many other demons currently occupied. Not that he minded it, of course. He hummed, his entire being vibrating at the action, as he swirled a martini glass in his hands. The deep red liquid--not alcohol in any dimension whatsoever--sloshed around in its confines as he looked out over the sea of lower intellectuals. A fuzzy feeling overtook him at the familiar setting around him. In all honesty, It was great to be home.

That is, until the doors to his little rave were blown apart at the hinges, record scratching to an abrupt halt, the reason being a lithe curvaceous silhouette planted at the threshold.

She was accompanied by none but her ego.

"Little Billy!!!!" An obnoxious voice hollered, the sound of it piercing the air.

The demon in question rolled his singular eye, tossing the drink to the side at her feet, glass splintering in various directions.

A deep red stained her white stockings.

A vein popped almost visibly in her forehead as she subtly glared up at him.

"Such blatant disrespect to your new sis!!" She ground out peppily through razor-sharp gritted teeth. "And to ruin my new stockings too..." The demoness mock pouted, wringing her clawed hands together.

"Do I care?" He looked down at her from his throne, lazily waving a warbled hand. "No."

The room was quickly enveloped in violet flames as she stepped forward, towering over him, eyes red and wild, hair whipping about, a shrieking roar rattling the space whole. The glass bulbs in the room methodically went out with a violent pop, the lingering patrons that were brave enough to stay behind now fleeing for their lives. Bill simply picked at his non-existent nails and flicked dirt at her as her voice died down. She was huffing heavily, shoulders tense as she drooled over the foot of his throne.

"You done yet?" He sighed.

Her eye twitched.

"Plus, you're molting. How embarrassing." he glanced over at her with a dramatic roll of his eye, unamused.

Her frame almost instantly withered back into her curvaceous form, frayed feathers littering the floor around her. "I- I am not!" She retorted, nerves on end, embarrassment rigidly present in her tone as she swept her leg out to kick the feathers behind her.

"Come now you two. You couldn't even manage to be kind to one another for a mere five minutes?" A pleasant feminine voice beckoned.

Both entities' attention was grabbed, their figures bowing lightly in her presence.

"Oracle." They addressed her.

"Children." She addressed back.

As if given permission, the young owlette demon, Scarlett Fyre, opened her beak to squawk about Bill's shortcomings and attitude towards her since her arrival. Oracle simply quirked a brow at him and smiled at Scarlett, coaxing her seemingly disheveled state. As they turned to take their leave, Oracle rifled through his mind and said, 'you should be kinder to her, you know..' Bill snorted at the suggestion, at least as best as he could for being a ball of detached plasma. Although, the woman it was directed at seemed to catch his drift.

Unsettlingly, the room became cold...

As if on cue, the grand doors to Bill's palace were slammed shut, Scarlett making an abrupt noise of surprise. Shattered bulbs along the walls relit themselves in reverse, the glass reforming around them and giving off an eerie glow to the once dimly lit room. Chills littered each of the demon's bodies deep down to their souls.

"Axolotl..." Oracle muttered. "That was short-lived..."

Bill leaned forward on his throne.

There, at the foot of his throne, stood a young girl, parasol held high as if to obstruct the view of all except her frilly white stockings and light pink Mary Janes.

She giggled.

"Someone has been a very bad boy." The odd girl began. "Shame, Shame."

Swiftly, her parasol was twisted tightly closed and swung down. It sat familiarly in the space between her legs and rested upon her shoulder, resembling that of a staff. Glowing blue orbs swelled and grew at the ends.

"Hello, Bill. Good evening to you." She beamed up at him, smile not quite reaching her closed eyes.

Complimenting her ethereal, feathery-looking gills, was short white hair, which shimmered in the light and forever remained a mop of messy wild curls that swirled every-which-way. The two aforementioned features managing to still somehow frame her face. Her eyes, deep, soulless orbs, surrounded in a brilliant thin ring of gold, opened ever so slightly. Malice burned deeply here.

Respectively to her stockings and Mary Janes, she adorned a small pale pink lolita dress, lace and frills a fair addition to the clothing. As well as small cuffs, also made of lace, placed delicately around her wrists. Petite golden chains hung from them.

She clicked her heels together and gave the throne room a once-over.

"How dreary..." She pouted. "It just won't do."

She began to walk the short expanse it took to a nearby table. She seated herself among the grand spread of sweets, the scene appearing to be a place of which she fit perfectly.

"Bill?" She began, plucking a petite blood red cupcake up from the assortment, just to pop into her mouth whole.

Wrapper and all.

He exhaled slowly, refusing to give her his attention.

A thin, inhuman tongue flicked across her painted lips quickly, her eyes sliding in his direction.

He turned away, scoffing, this time.

Axolotl's eyes narrowed in his direction. A mere blink of the others being all she need required to level him upon his throne.

The misty, warped, detached plasma form he took all too desperately from her in the wake of his past...'incident', thickened.

"My, my! You do know it is uncharacteristic to hide things from someone such as my class, yes?" Her head tilted just slightly to the side, pupils blown and no trace of gold. When he continued to stare blankly with no sign of answering, she frowned.

The air grew thick with a substance rival to miasma.
It was even more unsettling as it smelled sweet, like that of cottoncandy, lollipops, and candy apples.

Oracle held herself strong as Scarlett wheezed for air, collapsing.

Axolotl shook with deep hatred. Something even deeper perhaps.

It didn't matter seeing as she had made up her mind.

She took a delicate step back and rumbled low within her chest,

"I think someone needs a serious timeout."

The floor began to rumble, Bill startling in surprise.

"If you're so fascinated by...'them', then be my guest and share their damned skin. I give you a fucking week.  You won't last longer anyways."

That smile came back, reaching her eyes.

Literally.

It split her face up the front and she roared, pale skin tinting black as his throne slipped beneath him.

The room erupted into blinding light as he fell into the pitch blackness of purgatory.

Bill had royally pissed off a corrupted god...

'Heh, who knew it didn't take much?'

(Ahh!!! This ended so bad but I was so excited it's hit over a hundred reads so I thought I'd pull this chapter out of my ass. Please enjoy nonetheless!)