Hangovers and Surprise Visits
"I can't believe you got drunk. And on a school night."
"Leave me alone. It isn't my fault," I groan.
"So, what? Kage was forcing alcohol down your throat?"
"Then it is your fault, Cici," says Gabe sternly. He's sitting on the edge of my bed trying to open a container of pills.
"Here take these, they'll help with the headache," he says, handing me two pills from the container he was able to get open on the fourth try.
"Okay," I say and swallow the pills dry. "Do I have to go to school today?"
"You probably shouldn't considering you'll be throwing up a couple times today," he says matter-of-factly. "This'll be worse than a usual hangover since it's your first time."
I groan but feel somewhat relieved at the fact that it won't be this bad next time, whenever that would be.
"Well, I gotta go to work. Take care of yourself little sister," Gabe says and exits my room.
I groan again and pull my covers up over my head, figuring I could just sleep it off. Within a few minutes I'm out like a light.
The sound of the doorbell wakes me up. I look at my clock to check the time. It's noon. Who would be here at noon? Everyone would be gone if I hadn't stayed home today, I think as I get up with a groan and make my way to the front door.
"I'm coming!" I yell as I walk down the hall. When I get to the door I pull it open to see who's on the other side.
"Who are you?" I ask the man before me, looking him up and down. He's dressed very oddly in white, puffy shorts, purple striped leggings underneath, and pointy dark purple boots. He's also wearing a white vest with a purple undershirt and has a white and purple spotted neckerchief that is tucked into the vest. On his shoulder he wears a long white cape with a purple inside. A tall white hat sits atop his head and he's holding a pink umbrella in his purple gloved hands. The hair underneath his hat is purple, as is the small goatee on his chin. Is this guy some kind of clown?
"I am Mephisto Pheles," says the man politely. "May I come in?"
"What? No way! I'm not going to let a stranger into my house!" I yell, making my throat hurt.
"I assure you, I am no stranger. Just let me in and I'll explain who I am," he says with an amused smirk.
Before I can refuse him he steps inside and takes a seat on my couch. "Just make yourself at home," I mutter, losing my patience quickly.
"Thank you. Please, take a seat," he says, gesturing to the seat next to him.
"I don't need you to tell me to sit down in my own house," I say and sit on the couch opposite to him, this way we are facing each other.
"I was just trying to be polite," he says, looking amused.
"Whatever," I say with a roll of my eyes. "Now, tell me who you are and why you're here."
"Right to the point are we? Very well then, I will tell you. I am Mephisto Pheles-"
"Yeah, we already established that," I interrupt.
"-director of True Cross Academy in Japan," he says, not seeming to notice my interruption.
"Wait, Japan? So why are here?" I ask quickly.
"Well, to check up on my younger brothers," he says with a smirk.
"Younger brothers...? Oh, don't tell me-"
"Yes, my brothers are Kage, Amaimon, and Egyn."
"Ugh, how many brothers are there?" I comment, irritated.
"Actually, there are eight of us, but that is beside the point," he says quickly when seeing my reaction to how many of them there are.
"So, why are here?" I ask again.
"Why to talk to you of course."
"My brothers have taken interest in you, that's why. Especially when it's the three of them. Those three are so different, and yet each of them have taken interest in you. This has never happened before, so naturally I had to come see what was so special about you," he says.
"That's the thing! There isn't anything special about me!" I yell, standing in anger. "I didn't ask for this and I don't want it! I just want to live my life like a normal person!"
"Normal? Normal is boring," he says, smirking again. "You aren't normal, Cici. You're much more than that. You're special."
I sigh and sit back down, trying to calm my anger. "I'm not special, Mr. Pheles."
"Why so formal? Just call me Mephisto. You can even call me Mepphy if you want~"
"No way in hell am I calling you Mepphy," I say with a glare.
"Fine, fine. Anyway, you have a decision to make."
"You need to choose one of my brothers to mate with."
"What?! I don't want to choose any of them!"
"Well, you must, as ordered by our father."
"Satan, ruler of Gehenna."
"I suppose you would know it as Hell."
"That would be correct."
My eyes widen in shock and fear. The devil was ordering me to mate with one of his sons?! Holy shit! What am I gonna do?! It's not like I can just say 'no' to the devil! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit...
"Are you alright?" asks Mephisto.
"Am I alright?! You tell me that Satan is ordering me to mate with one of his sons and you ask if I'm alright?!"
"I understand it's a lot to take in, but look on the bright side."
"What's the bright side?" I whisper in anger.
"You get to choose."
"You know," he begins and gets up to stand next to me, leaning next to my ear, "if you don't want any of them, you could always mate with me."
I shiver as his breath tickles my ear. I'm frozen, it's like what he said has paralyzed me.
"My younger brothers are too childish for you," he whispers seductively. "Mate with me, Cici, and we'll have lots of fun together~"
I move my mouth, trying to form words, but I'm unable to speak.
"You're not saying anything," he says, straightening up to look at me. "Can I take that as a yes?"
"...get out," I whisper.
"Hmm? What was that?"
"Get out," I say louder so that he can hear me.
"Oh come now, Cici. Don't be that way. I know you want to say yes~"
"Get out! Get out now before I kick your ass!" I shout at him, standing again.
He merely stands there, an amused smirk plastered to his face.
"GET OUT BEFORE I CALL THE FUCKING COPS!" I scream at him.
"Fine, fine. Think my offer over, Cici. I promise you won't regret saying yes~" he says and walks out the door, closing it behind him.
I sigh and collapse back onto the couch, thankful for that perverted clown to be out of my house. I sit on the couch for a few more minutes before I get a weird feeling in my stomach. Shit! I curse myself and run to the bathroom, emptying the contents of my stomach into the toilet. When I'm done I flush the toilet and pull myself into a sitting position, leaning against the wall.
"What's going to go wrong next?" I ask myself out loud.