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To put it as plainly as possible… everything had been a complete disaster.
Besides waking up with a nasty cold from that ice cube Star sealed him in, Tom knew she’d never give him a second chance after the hell he’d risen in a furious flaming tantrum that all his careful planning over the past few months was instantly destroyed by that human kid who’d snuck into the Blood Moon Ball.
Even thinking about him got his blood boiling; quite literally.
There were few things he thought could possibly go wrong in order to irritate him further but it seemed fate itself was eager to push Tom’s limits.
“Hey little cuz!” A taller lanky demon strolled up to latch his arm around the younger’s shoulder, skin tinted blue flashing his most charming smile revealing perfectly aligned sharp teeth and exaggerated canines.
“Nick… what do you want now?” Tom scowled, brushing the arm away.
His older cousin had spikey indigo layered hair that reached to his shoulders parted to the side with horns that curved down and then back up. He had smaller gauges on either ear as well as two piercings near the top of his pointy ears and even one on the right side of his nose.
“Aww, I can’t come see you every now and then? You didn’t even bother coming to say hi at the Blood Moon!” He mocked disappointment, turning away with a dramatic sigh and in the process his large demonic wings may have carelessly wacked the back of Tom’s head.
The red-head growled in annoyance, hating his cousin’s flamboyant nature and those obnoxiously huge wings of his that too often collided with passerby’s without a shred of apology.
Squishing a stress ball within his pocket, a safer substitute since he’d accidentally roasted his bunny a day prior; Tom regained his calm to squint at Nick. “Wait, you were at the ball?”
“Of course I was! Who would miss one of the biggest events of the annual millennium? I mean… It was a bit different this year since you had fun setting the scene, Tommy boy,”
The younger’s eyes glowed at the reminder, “Do… not… call me that Nickolas.”
Nick chuckled, nudging him with an elbow, “Yeah yeah, despite how everyone else was complaining about the ball, what about that grand finale huh? Flames of wrath spouting from the ground and it all ended with an ice sculpture!”
Tom was certain to go off on a rampage at this rate with his cousin mocking his greatest failure but a smaller demon quickly piped into the conversation, “Nicky, be nice to your cousin. You know mortals can only ever attend the Blood Moon Ball so many times,”
The stranger had long horns that curved like a sheep with a band around each one and her upper ears were pierced as well as a labret piercing along the center of her bottom lip. She wore a corset style top and a skirt with holes along her leggings as well as long gloves with holes for the fingers. Her hair curled around her face and reached to her mid back and her pupils were horizontal instead of circular.
“He deserves it for only being focused on that blonde anyway,” Nick rolled all four eyes, grinning smugly as one large wing reached for the female and drew her in to his side. “Little cuz, this is Zoe, my new girlfriend. Lambchop, meet Tommy boy,”
“Don’t think I won’t melt the flesh from your bones out of common courtesy,” Tom threatened.
“It’s nice to meet you Tom. I thought your efforts at the ball were quite wonderful,” She beamed.
The younger couldn’t help but blush at the compliment, sour mood lightened considerably at the thought one person found his modifications to the event endearing. Everyone else had only ever complained or teased him.
“Yeah, I defiantly found them hilarious,” Nick piped in with a chuckle.
“You hardly have room to criticize with the idiotic sayings you wear all the damn time,” Tom hissed, pointing at his cousins T-shirt.
For some reason Nick found shirts with funny quotes hilarious and enjoyed some of the human’s fashion, always wearing the tacky T’s.
“Excuse you, this one’s a riot!!” He gestured to the dark shirt, offended.
It read, “Good morning. I see the assassins have failed.”
“We don’t die in the underworld, moron.”
“Everyone loves a good attempt; lighten up a bit Tommy,”
Zoe carefully slid between the two demons on the verge of a full blown argument, “Ok guys… good chat today, lovely bonding! Now Nicky, didn’t you have something to tell Tom?”
Nick suddenly snapped, face lighting up, “Oh yeah! We’re gonna go to the human realm today, you wanna tag along?”
“Why on earth would you want to go there?” Tom’s brow furrowed, third eye narrowing as well. Ha… earth.
“Lambchop hasn’t been in a long time since she isn’t exactly all that high up on the social ladder like we charming lads are,”
Tom rolled his eyes, “I’m the prince here, and you’re just royalty by association with my parents,”
“Details shmetails! We’ve got a one way ticket up whenever we want so it doesn’t hurt to share the fortune or did auntie raise you to be so stingy?”
“Don’t your multiple girlfriends get sick of your cheesy attempt to impress them..?”
“What was that shortie..?” Nick’s eyes took on a threatening glow.
“You heard me, who knows how many you’ve hauled to the mortal world to get laid, Dickolas,”
The indigo haired demon had never taken kindly to that particular nickname and especially hated it when his shady history was brought up in front of new ladies. The ground began to ice over, room temperature freezing to a chilling degree like a polar opposite of Tom’s fury.
Although demons were usually associated with fire, it was an icy torture that was reserved for Lucifer himself within the ninth circle of hell.
“Fight me then you pink-haired punk,” Nickolas cackled wrathfully, cracking his knuckles, “You’re a hundred years too young to be talking shit to me,”
“Funny, that’s not what your little sister said when she told me her ice magic is better than yours,” Tom sneered, a burning glow consuming him as well and not afraid to stoop just as low as he’d need to.
“You’re dead Romeo.”
“W-Wait, hold on you two, there’s no need to fight,” Zoe tried to intervene but was cut off by a flaming pillar quickly multiplying all around her. Not good.
You see, all demons had deadly tempers. Some were easier to invoke then others in the case of Tom but some anger flooded through after many cracks in the dam that kept it at bay.
The female had to take a step back, chilling wind and heated air assaulted her on all sides. Fortunately Zoe was no stranger to such scrabbles as she had at least three dozen siblings she had to play peacekeeper for and did have a certain way of doing it when they were beyond verbal reasoning.
She took a deep breath, lungs filling with the tense air as she suddenly screamed; high pitched frequency as a glass-shattering sound made the angry demons clamp their ears shut in shock and pain. The flames and flurries stuttered to a halt with the disruption, Tom and Nick both staggered when the voice finally faded out.
“Ugh… what was that supposed to be??” Tom angrily complained, the ringing in his head not completely finished rattling his thoughts.
“For fucks sake Zoe, I didn’t know you could do that nor did I want to know,” Nick added in frustration but not completely livid as he’d been earlier.
“You should have thought about that before making that dreadful scene,” She huffed, crossing her arms, “You’re family, now try to be nice to each other just for today, alright??”
With a few begrudging utterances, the two males agreed to be civil for now.
“Better keep watching your temper then hot-head,” Nick stuck out his tongue.
“You first popsicle brain,” Tom scowled.
Ah, the endless joy of polar opposites…