Welcome to Demon School, Sona!

Chapter 4: Road to Babylus

Vague, flashing images make up Sona's otherwise-vivid dreams for the remainder of the night, settling the unease he felt towards everything that had happened that day. He's had little to no time to process everything, at least in comparison to what should be expected. Just yesterday morning, he was approached by the boss of the gang he turned to for food and shelter, only to run away to nowhere in particular. Now, he sleeps in a luxurious bed, with shelter and clean clothes, all supplied by a demoness. How ironic it is, that in this particular situation, literally going to Hell (assuming that the Netherworld is what humans actually portray as "Hell") turned out to be, in many obvious ways, the most healthy thing for the young man.

And yet, despite the hospitality of a certain demoness, as well as what Sona takes to be her servant, one would probably wonder: "Isn't there going to be people who regularly see Sona that will notice he's gone? People that will miss him?"
And to that, the answer, sadly, is that, yes, there are people like that, but in numbers, they are awfully limited. With both of the boy's parents taken out of the equation, Mr. being missing in action; presumed dead, and Mrs. being in no mental shape to be taking care of herself, let alone a child? The only few people who will genuinely miss him are either members of the gang he ran from, or people he has no reliable way to consistently contact. He can't risk going back to his mother, as her psychological health has been on a steady decline for years since the disappearance of her husband. He also can't go back to the gang: they would hurt, or possibly even kill him, depending on who gets to make the call. The boss herself was never exactly the killing type, and would very likely just tell Sona to get lost, but with several people following her who questioned her resolve last time Sona's seen, she would probably be forced to do what it takes to prove herself...just like what they tried to force on the boy.

And so, as the morning sun draws ever higher over the horizon, Sona's dreamless slumber begins to fade, victim to the sound of subtle swishing noises, along with the space behind his eyelids turning many shades brighter. The sudden beams of light are a gentle enough warning that day has arrived, and even with the boy's ability to reason not yet manifested, Mother Nature proves herself yet again to be conveniently patient. Even down here, her voice is heard, it seems.

"Wakey wakey, little brother~!" Sings Levia.

"Uhhh...?" Sona murmurs, his eyes drifting open.

14 years of learning have taught Sona to not understand one's immediate surroundings means to wake the hell up and figure it out. And so, being familiar with not wanting to wake up, he forces himself up through his sheer will, sitting upright before his vision can even clear. Not even able to fully see them yet, Sona tosses the bed covers off himself so swiftly and defiantly, one would think he had some enormous insect on them. He regrets this almost immediately, however, as he hadn't even allowed proper blood flow to his head; the blurriness remains.

"That's what I like to see. Come on now! Out of bed, Sleeping Devi!" The demoness chirps.

"Nooooooo...go awaaaaaay...!" He groggily retorts, pulling one of several pillows over his head.

But she just laughs.

"Come on, now. If you don't get up now, you may not have enough time to have breakfast before your first day of school!"

"Don't wanna...wanna..." He gets out, the second 'wanna' being whispered.

Rolling her eyes, Levia calmly walks over to the resisting Sona. Looking down at the boy, she smirks; her brother was, in fact, someone who had intense difficulty getting out of bed. If he had his way, he wouldn't get up until about at least 11, or possibly even noon. It would depend on how long it takes him to realize the day is slipping by. Knowing this, Levia decides-- according to routine, from her POV --to take it upon herself to help him out. And so, without warning, she places her arms under his shoulder and legs. Hoisting him up gently, Sona's eyes fly open in response to the sudden involuntary movement.