#Gregorionus and Becky

[the-exhausted-xexandaler]

Kinda feel like writing more about the misadventures of Gregorionus and Becky, but I don’t have much in the way of prompts. If anybody wants me to add more to their story, than let me know. I already have an idea for the next one, so anybody who likes reading their story, look forwards to seeing how our favorite hyper autistic Ginger and her big demonic caretaker deal with fantasy worlds.

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I stare at the infantile mortal carefully. This is a first for me. I, Gregorionus, third in line for the throne of the 3rd ring and third son of the Triagorial family… acting as… I believe the mortal called me a ‘sitter’? Sitting on what? The child? Wouldn’t that harm the youth?

The child stares back at me… like they’re trying to figure me out.

I cough as I speak to the small one. ‘Sooooo… do you like soulfood? Good for a growing demon, but I don’t know how it would be for humans.’ I say as I take out a Soulbar from my backpack.

What? Demons need to go to school as well. I’ll have you know reader that I am in 662nd grade. I’ll be graduating in another four years.

As I break the fourth wall, I can help but notice that my hands feel… empty. I look towards where my Soulbar was and only see crumbs on the face of the child.

‘Well, I suppose that solves that dilemma. I don’t have training yet for how to make human food, so you can have some of these though out my service here.’

The child tilts their head. Seriously what kind of parent leaves without informing their contracted demon about what they need to do. That damned lady didn’t even inform me about what this childs name is.

‘I can hardly just call you ‘Child’, so speak thy name!’ I demand as I hold the… youth up before my face.

They smile happily. ‘Becky. I dis Beccy.’

I smirk. ‘Becky eh? Not a difficult name to remember.’ I say setting Becky down before I take in the room carefully. It’s quite small, at least compared to my room back home and even at the school. ‘So Becky, what do you play around here?’

I’m just going to assume given the name that this is a girl. Screw you humans in the fourth plane for being so anal about genders and identity.

Back on the subject matter, little Becky smiles before quickly running off to a shelf. She reaches for a book with a crusted weathered spine just a little to far away for her to reach. Is that her favorite story? Maybe she wants me to read it to her.

I grab the book she is reaching for. ‘Shall we do a little light reading before we have a meal together Becky?’

Her face lights up. ‘Ray! Stawy teim!’ She shouts. What charm this young one has.

I take a seat in the maluable seat that I believe humans call a ‘bean bag chair’ and set her in my lap. ‘Now then, what is this book anyways?’ I say before I read the front. ‘Demonic Summoning, Magic, Contracting and You? I didn’t know they had this tome on this plane. This should be a good read for you little Becky. Shall I begin?’

Becky nods vigorously. ‘Yee! I get te be wik mama!’

‘Hohoho! I’m sure you will be little one. Now sit back and listen to the greatest voice in all of the third circle brings information to your mind.’

What nobody knew was that this would be the start of the greatest Demonic Mage of the 24th century. But we’ll get to that story after mama gets home from work.

You’re a demon. One day, you’re summoned into a living room, and an exhausted woman quickly rambles about needing to get to work and being unable to find a sitter before flying out the door. Now, you stand in your summoning circle, a toddler staring wide eyed at you.

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It’s not often I get called by my subordinates. That is unless it’s the demon I contracted to watch over Becky while she sleeps. When Becky and Chucherial (the aforementioned subordinate) called me to say that something was in Becky’s closet, I knew I had to go investigate. Again. I believe the phrase humans use is ‘no rest for the wicked’, and as Gregorionus, Third in line for the thrown of the Third Ring of Hell, I am undoubtedly one of the most wicked in all of human and demon history.

I step into the portal I have set up to enter the Rue household. Just looking around fills me with emotions remembering the first day I ever met my charge. The beanbag chair had been replaced years ago by a what’s called a ‘lazy susan’ and the bookshelf has noticeably less demonic literature nowadays since Becky has human friends that don’t know a thing about magic visiting every so often and her mother doesn’t want to scare them off. Still a great many memories.

But enough nostalgia I suppose I should investigate what has Chucherial so startled this time.

I make my way up the staircase and into the second door on the left, the one with a sign in the shape of a pentagram that says ‘Overlady of Darkness, Rebecca Rue’ on it. Such a silly girl.

I give the door a knock and hear a high startled ‘eep’ from inside. I know Becky is too brave to have such a reaction to the door knock, which can only leave one to make such a noise.

“Becky, Chucherial. It’s Gregorionus. I’m coming in now.” I say, not waiting for an answer and letting myself into the room.

Despite how the sign on the door may lead you to think this room would be plastered in demonic imagery, Becky’s room is what I believe to be relatively normal. At least by human standards. I mean certainly there are demonic lexicons on her shelf and a few spell circles for basic necessities like lighting and ventilation across the room, but besides that? Twin sized bed in the corner. Desk with study materials tossed around it. A bit messy with soul bar wrappers and Coca Cola cans littered around the floor, but still just a kids room.

“Hiya Uncle Gregor. Cheche is scared of something again but she won’t tell me what she saw so I’m just giving her pets to try and calm her down and then you knocked and now she is more scared and now we’re here.” Becky explains as she indeed is petting the furred beclawed form of a 3 foot tall imp with short black fur.

“Chechurial, when I assigned you to the task of being Becky’s sleep paralysis demon, it was with the expectation that you would simply protect her in her sleep and remedy her nightly strolls. Why is it that you keep calling me every time you see a coat arm dangling out of the closet?”

Yup. That fuzzy little imp is Chechurial or Cheche and Becky calls her. Subordinate to the Triagorial family and assigned as Becky’s bodyguard cum SPD (Sleep Paralysis Demon). For context of why Becky would need such a thing… well… Becky had in the past had a tendency of sleep walking around.

To be more specific, Becky had become attuned to demonic energy to the point that she unconsciously will move towards the nearest strong source, such as the portal disguised as the living room rug. Cheche was assigned to her after Gregorionus found out that Becky sleep walked herself halfway to the middle of the Third Ring.

But that’s besides the point. What really matters is what’s happening now.

“M-M-Milord! I swear this time I really saw something! I felt it too! S-something is in there!” Cheche squeaked out, panicking and clacking her teeth together as Becky petted her fuzzy little head.

Gregorionus couldn’t help but sign. “If Becky weren’t so attached to you I’d have you skinned and hang your pelt over my mantle by this point. Fine let’s get a look at this.” He says as he walk over to the usual closet.

Opening the door, all he sees are clothes. No fifth or higher dimensional beings. No Magicoria. No crazy spider people with scissors for hands. Just clothes. And a few pairs of shoes.

“Well? What do you have to say for yourself this time Chechurial?” Gregorionus asked as he turned a burning eye to the cowering imp. “Not only have you summoned me again for a false alarm, but you have interrupted Becky’s sleep schedule. On a school night no less. How do you intend to make amends for this?” He asks, glaring at Cheche so hard that it could have burrowed holes through her head.

“Um actually it’s summer. No school woohoo!” Becky called out excitedly.

“Oh yes. I remember now. School ended earlier this week didn’t it? Do still remember you have you lessons with me however, so while this lowers the charges against her, Chechurial still must be punished.”

“Can it be ice cream? Cheche makes super yummy ice cream! Like for my birthday, don’t you remember the ice cream cake she made for it? Super yummy! Like how does hell make food that tastes like heaven???”

“U-um thank you Lady Rebecca, but I believe that ice cream might not be a good idea this late at night. Perhaps a sandwich would be better for returning to sleep?” Cheche meekly said trying to calm the girl back down.

Gregorionus couldn’t help but sigh again as he sat himself down on Becky’s admittedly large deskchair. “The issue is not that she should make you ice cream or not but in the fact that the imp keeps jumping at her own shadow. It’s almost a weekly occurrence and I’m frankly getting sick of it.” He explained patiently to the girls.

“B-but wait a moment Milord!” Cheche called out, somehow wiggling free from Becky’s iron petting and crawling to the top shelf of the desk. “I have proof this time! I set up a sigel stone to detect and capture any supernatural or extradimensional events that occur. I’m certain it caught something!” She said as she retrieved the jagged rock from behind a group of voodoo dolls Becky made based on the Magicoria group ‘The Super Stars’.

“M-milord, please take a look!” She said as she humbly held the device out to Gregorionus.

Becky’s eyes lit up seeing what she could only assume is a new toy for her beloved Uncle to teach her about as she stared fixedly at it. “Oooooo! What’s that? Cheche said something about capturing right, right? Is it like a Pokéball? Catches my dreams and lets me let it out whenever I want to relive it?” Becky asked excitedly.

Gregorionus chuckled. “Firstly, no. Do not play with sigil stones. It is heavily sensitive equipment that requires a degree in Daemon Engineering to properly create and modify. It only detects energies that are not synchronized with it and records what happens from the time of detection until up to ten Earth minutes afterwards.” He explained as he began to fidget with the stone.

“Secondly, if this does have any records on it, than well done Chechurial for finally proving useful.”

“I-I-I’m not worthy of your respect Milord…”

“Don’t count your wyrms before they hatch. That’s if it actua-“ but before he could finish, the stone flashed. It began to project an image of the same room but in red and blue that they were in. “Oho~. Looks line your pelt is safe another day my friend.”

Cheche flopped onto the floor in relief. “Oh thank Beelzebub.”

Becky moved closer to the projection. “So… wah dis mean? Is there something in the closet or not?”

Gregorionus shrugged. “At the very least it wasn’t detecting any common human or demonic energies, but whether it’s the closet or not is up to debate. Let us see what you can tell us.” He said as he pulled Becky onto his lap and set the stone on the ground, expanding the hologram to encompass the entire room.

“Whoa! It’s like my room but not my room! OMG someone’s in my b- oh… wait that’s just me. LOL.” Becky was observing the surroundings with amusement…

But Gregorionus was observing something far more unsettling. “Becky. Look to your closet. It seems our dear Chechurial is less of an imp that cried basalisk than I thought.” He said as he observed the closet closely.

There holding the slightly ajar door to the closet were four thin pale white fingers. Behind the door, an eye that radiated pure malice even through the hologram.

Cheche shrieked in panic. “TH-TH-THAT’S IT!!! That’s the thing I saw! And it said something before I woke the young mistress about ‘coming to take back what was theirs’! I promise it did Milord!” She exclaimed as her hologram self suddenly jumped from under her bed and crawled under Becky’s sheets, waking the girl as the… whatever it was disappeared from the recording.

Hologram Becky then proceeded to stay laid up in her bed just blinking for several minutes before pulling off her blanket and starting to comfort the Hologram Cheche, the recording ending presumably before they decided to call Gregorionus again.

“Ah man. I wanted to give myself a high five.”

“That would have been impossible anyhow since that was only a projection, but this is quite bizarre.” Gregorionus said as he scratched his head. “It’s also a tad embarrassing. Seems that I owe you both a debt of gratitude and an apology Chechurial.”

Gregorionus bowed his head to the imp, causing her to fly into a different more flustered panic. “Nonononononono Milord! You musn’t bow to such a servant as me! I only did as I should given the circumstances and my orders. P-please raise your head! Oh I don’t know what to do!!”

Becky chuckled at this reaction. “Cheche is a silly girl, but a good girl. And you know what good girls deserve?” She smiled broadly before grabbing Cheche by both hands. “Ice cream!” She called out as she pulled the confused imp to the door.

“Wahwahwah wait a minute young mistress! But what about your stomach? I don’t want to make it ache!”

“Oh c’mon Cheche! Yer sucha worry wort. Let’s go have fun! And then we can watch some anime and have fun together!” Becky insisted as she continued to pull the worried Cheche out the room. “C’mon Uncle! There’s ice cream on the line here!”

Again Gregorionus chuckled. “I’ll be down momentarily. I just need to investigate a bit before I leave this room, but please get a bowl ready for me to devour.” He smirked.

“Not you too! Why must both my master and my charge be so careless???” Cheche said as she was dragged out of the closing door.

Silence overtook the room as Gregorionus gave a sigh. “And here I thought things would have been relatively peaceful for the next few years.” He said before turning back to the closet. “Alright Eris. Why are you scaring my subordinate?”

A sweet warm chuckle sounded around the room, eminating from the closet. “Oh Greg, you’re so forwards. It’s been years since we last saw one another. Is it wrong to want to tease the people related to your friends?”

Out of the closet came a pale white woman with blond hair, black horns and deep crimson eyes, dressed in what could be associated as a greek wrap. This woman was none other than Eris, the first daughter of Asmodeus and Gregorionus’ fellow alumni.

“It is indeed not normal to scare the wits out of your former classmates subordinates. Is it that you finally have decided to take me up on my offer to end your miserable life?” Gregorionus scowled as Eris waltzed to the bed and sat herself down.

“Oh perish the thought darling. I merly came here to have a little fun and maybe see how an old friend is doing~” Eris crossed her legs seductively.

Gregorionus scoffed at the attempted seduction. “You know I don’t believe that for a second. What do you want you retched cur on demon kind?”

“Oh yes~ look at me colder daddy~” Eris cooed as she wrapped her arms around herself. “You know how I just get off on your anger darling~ Come on. Demean me~ Make me feel like the wretch I am~~~”

“Ugh… why am I surrounded by odd balls and perverts?” Gregorionus asked himself as he cringed at Eris’ never dying libido. Growing already tired of dealing with the woman, he stands and looms over her. “How about this for a deal? You actually tell me why you’re here and I don’t throw you into my families hell hound pit.” He says grabbing her by the shoulders and glaring into her eyes.

But Eris wasn’t phased. “Oh~ Threatening me with a good time won’t get you anywhere Greg dear.” She said as she pinched his cheek before forcing herself up from the bed. “I’ve already said why I’m here, but you just won’t believe me. Have we grown so distant that you can never trust me again as you did in those halcyon years?” Eris said with a dramatic flair of her wrap.

Gregorionus sighed deeply. “Firstly, I have never trusted you. Secondly, we have never been a thing. Thirdly, I’m going to turn you into dog food.” Gregorionus began to crack his knuckles not alit with flames.

“Oh hush. I’m just gettin’ what was taken from me ya prune. Messin’ with ya is just a bonus.” Eris said slipping into a southern drowl (her natural accent) as she moved to the bookcase and collected a grimmor. “How ever does that gal you’re so fascinated with always keep takin my books? These should nevah see the light of the human realm and she just keeps walzin’ in and picking em up. Either that imp of yers is slacking or ya need to put dat kid on a leash.”

After collecting a few books from the shelf, Eris made her way back to the closet before stopping, turning her head back to Gregorionus and switching back to her more public accent. “Oh, and don’t bother trying to seal this closet. I only ever come over to collect my things and spook that chicken so nobody catches on to what’s happening. I wouldn’t dare harm a mortal as a daughter of the Empress of the Night. Of course you already know that don’t you Greg darling~” she says as she steps into the closet. “Till we see eachother again, toodles~”

And thus the room returned to silence.

As Gregorionus glared at the closet in disbelief at how mundane a reason this all was, Becky opened the bedroom door wide. “C’mon Uncle! It’s ice cream time! Lez go!” and as she tugged on her beloved Uncle’s arm while chanting ‘Ice Cream! Ice Cream!’ with a bright smile.

Gregorionus smiled softly. “Yes yes I’m coming Becky.” He said as he let his charge pull him out of the room.

Well at least it isn’t a life or death matter. Still, I probably should enchant a lock on Becky’s door before I return home tonight.

These thoughts went through Gregorionus’ mind as he and Becky descended the stairs and into the kitchen, where a cowardly imp was waiting with three bowls of partially melted rocky road.

You wake up to find your sleep paralysis demon holding you tight in fear, tears in eyes. “There’s a monster in the closet”, it says.

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“So then I found the unicorn but then I touched it and then it turned black and grew another horn like ‘shloom’ right out of his head! It was super cool! And then I brought it back to my papa and he was-“

On and on Becky went, talking up a storm in the desguise we made for her as ‘Dark Magicoria’. A simple name, but not terrible given how little time we had for the plan. Honestly, I Gregorionus, third in line for the throne of the Third Ring of Hell, am currently transmogrified into a serpent resting around her shoulders waiting to see if Perception magics really can outdo the recognition blocking ability of Magicoria or ‘Magical Girls’ as humans nowadays call them.

“Oh! And then there’s that time I caught an absolutely humongous fish! It was like the size of Uncle Gregor huge! Super cool!! And it had horns and really sharp teeth and was super long and wiggly like ‘wowo-wowowo-wowowo-wo’ y’know?”

Becky sadly isn’t the best at being concise, but she has guaranteed me that this girl Georgia or whatever is one of the Magicorians that are currently in the world. Now I have never been a violent demon. Far from it, I am much more the inquisitive type if I do say so myself. And if this girl really is Magical Star or one of her companions (Becky never said which of the girls she was), than I can attempt my perception magic to see i-

“Release that girl rotten scoundrel!” Exclaimed a youthful voice out of sight. I know that voice anywhere after having to study her and her cohorts for the lesson I was giving Becky on Magicoria earlier.

“For those who hide in the shadows, know that the light shines brightest at night! I am… Magical Star!” Okay, so that knocks one of the five off the list. The leader in pink, Magical Star with her power to deal the finishing blow on any with evil intentions. Let me see…

“When the night calls, so to does the beast that hunts the Darkness! Claw Star is on the prowl!” Ah the red one Claw Star. She’s the one who’s the least magical girl of them all, instead being more like a therianthrope. Maybe she has a bit of werewolf in her genetics?

“The roaring waves shall clense the world of your sinful nature. And I Ocean Star shall see that you are washed away!” The blue calm one that looks like what I believe is a ‘priestess’ in the East, Ocean Star. Rumor is that she’s actually from Asia, but of course with recognition inhibitors you can never tell until they turn back. Her specialty is long ranged attacks.

“Silent Star is reporting for duty… Let’s get this done so I can get to sleep...” The green Silent Star, the one who is probably more relaxed than any of the group. Well… maybe more lethargic would be a better term. Like with Ocean Star she’s more of a distance fighter, but she seems more like the mages I’m used to what with that crooked looking staff of hers. I hear she also has an alternate form to become a ninja, but that’s up for debate whether that girl and this one are the same.

Let me see, that’s the leader Magical, the hot headed beast Claw, the cool headed Ocean and the sleepy Silent. That’s four, so if there isn’t a fifth that pops up.

“-and then I brought my friend Diana oh you’re going to love her! She’s super like nice and cool but she’s got a deep dark backstory and stuff about being abandoned by the world and wanting to sell her soul but would you believe she sold it to Uncle Gregors fam? Crazy right! Oh right I got off topic. I was about to tell more abiut the two horned unicorn!”

No other interruptions means that this girl Georgie or Greagory or whatever (if Becky is to be believed) is Smash Star, the Yellow grappler and tank of the team who uses her gauntlets to block attacks and smack right back.

… now only if Becky would focus long enough to notice the Magicoria.

…

“Um… hello? Are you paying attention” asks Magical Star as Becky continues rambling on about how she inadvertently corrupted a unicorn into a Bicorn and made it one of her familiars along with the sea serpent she mentioned earlier and… Lord Satan below she has to many ‘friends’ to count.

“And I’m also friends with a monkey and a piggy and a chicken with a snake for a tail and a big frog! Like HUGE! Like belly flop makes tidal wave huge!”

Honestly this is one of her best and worst traits. Once Becky starts rambling, she just can’t stop herself.

Silent Star begins walking up slowly to the table we have Geo… oh fuck it… who I can only assume to be Smash Star bound to by a weak dark leash I made to test her purity power. “Hey Georgina… Are you okay?” she whispers.

“Yes! Just get me outta here Sarah. That girl’s been monologuing for the past half an hour and I really need the bathroom!” Smash Star hisses quietly.

Know what? I’m just gonna cut out the ‘Star’ part. It’s starting to make me sick thinking of the word so much.

“… Okay… hold still…” she drulls.

Honestly I was expecting this to happen. We’re not after her or her friends or anything. Just information today.

I slither off Becky’s shoulders as Silent undoes the bindings as the other girls flitter down. “Hey G. You good girl?” Claw says in her usual boisterous voice. I’m not surprised that Becky isn’t paying attention. She’s a one track mind traveling in every direction motion is possible.

“Gerogina, we were super worried about you when you disappeared after Karaoke.” Ocean says with a sigh as she wafts a healing light over Smash. Not that she needed it. Again we haven’t even touched her past bringing her to this undisclosed location.

“Yeah I’m fine, but can we hurry this up? I really gotta take a piss!” Exclaims Smash as the rest of the girls back away. She pulls out one of those compacts that women like to carry with them so they can ‘touch up’ their makeup I think is the phrase? Anyways, a warm yellow light like shining gold bursts forth. Let’s see… timer is set.

“And did I mention that I also once caught this humongous fish? Like the size of Uncle Gregor it was crazy! But I made them my friend even though they were super wiggly and-“

The transformation ends with a young girl in light armor appears where the girl had been. “When the going gets tough, get outta the way! Smash Star is here to bring you down!” Predominately yellow color… yup. That’s Smash alright.

Now let’s see.

By my powers of sight, bless me to power to see what cannot be seen… Perception!

The fuzz over the girls appearances begins to fade, and amazingly enough there she is. The very girl Becky and I kidnapped for this experiment.

Hmm? Why did I slither off Becky’s shoulders? I’m not about to let her get clobbered by the Magicoria. I’ve been drawing up a teleportation circle in the time that everyone’s been distracted with one thing or another. I know I don’t have to use a circle anymore, but I don’t want the Magicoria to know the origins of Becky’s powers.

Before the five girls could begin to whalop my protégé, I give them a bow which honestly seems to surprise them.

“Thank you ladiessssss. Thisss ssstudy wasss very much a with while ssssidessssshow. The ressstroom iss on the left if you ssstill need it.” I decided to add a little je ne sais quoi by soeaking like what humans assume a talking snake would talk like. “I very much apologize for the ssstressssss that we have put you under. We sshall retreat today. Pleassse have a pleasssant resssst of your evening.” I say as I light up the teleport.

Finally Becky seems to notice things happening around us. “Huh? A teleport circle? Why is this here? H-hey wait Uncle Gregor! I haven’t tickled her till she peed her pants yet! I told you that I wanted to try that and Ooo! Candy!” I throw the girl a Soul Bar to placate her endless complaints. She’ll forget about this by the time I get her home.

“Until then Sssuper Ssstarsss, ssstay sssafe.”

And thus we teleport away.

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(POV Magic Star)

And they just… vanished? They kidnapped Georgina and then… Poof? No battle? No explosion? No ‘Curse you Super Stars’? Nothing?

Why does this feel so anticlimactic?

“Huh? What’s wrong Luna?” Asks Carey as we wind down from the fight.

“Oh… I’m just wondering what the point of kidnapping Georgina was even about? Did they actually just want to test us, or was that weird girl being serious about tickling Georgina till she wets herself?”

“Ah who cares! That ramblr ran off with her tail between her legs. I say good riddance! Didn look like she’d be mucha fight anywho.” Carey says with her famous smirk. I’m sure if her fanclub could see it now all those girls would blush hard.

“Well at the very least Georgina is unharmed. I don’t even think there was a need for me to use my magic to heal her to be honest.” Claims Michiko, and she had a point. Georgina didn’t even seem hurt. A little frustrated, but that was likely because she needed to use the restroom. Actually…

“Wait a minute… where is Geor-“ I begin before I hear a flush and sigh of relief.

“Oh man! I was holding that piss in ever since we were at the Karaoke place. Thank fuck I was able to get it out.” Georgina said. It seems no amount of abduction or trial will stop that potty mouth of hers.

“… Language… this is a kids show…” and of course our lovely Sarah finally joins in. Looks like she’s about to fall asleep again.

I giggle. “I’m just happy that you’re safe and sound Georgina.”

“You’re telling me. That bitch Dark Magicoria just wouldn’t shut up! It was all ‘two horned unicorn this’ and ‘Uncle Gregor’ that. Do you know how many times she told that stupid giant slithery fish story? 8 times until you girls got here to rescue me… 8!” Georgina rants. I mean I’m sure that the only one of us who wouldn’t be aggravated would be Michiko, and that’s by a small margine.

“Did you say Magicoria? That’s the old name for ‘Magical Girls’. Nobody has called them that in thousands of years.” Calls out our ever fluffy mascot and companion Sugar Star.

Michiko raises an eyebrow. “Do you mean that whoever she was is that much older than she appears? Or are you implying…”

Sugar Star nods. “Yeah. I think she might be getting help from something far more powerful than you girls have ever faced before. Like that red and black snake. I haven’t been in this realm long enough to say for certain, but from what I understand, snakes don’t just talk right?”

We all gulp.

“I’m just worried that we might not be enough this time.”

I shake my head. “No way! We can definitely take them on!” I call out.

“Luna?”

“We are the Super Stars! Together we make the shadows run for the hills!”

The others pause for a moment. But one by one they raise their own voices.

Carla. “Heck ya girl! We’re gonna show that Dark Magiwhatever what it means to bare fangs against us!”

Michiko. “I agree. I’m already in this group, so I might as well see this endeavor through.”

Georgina. “I gotta pay back that bitch for nearly embarrassing me im front of you all! I ain’t going nowhere!”

Sarah. “… as long as it doesn’t interfere with my sleep, I’m okay with helping a friend in need…”

“That’s it girls! Because together, who are we?!” I shout in a battle cry.

“““““WE’RE THE SUPER STARS!!!”””””

“That’s my squad! Now let’s get ourselves home before your parents get worried sick about you.” Sugar Star says as she ushers us out of the abandoned supermarket wr found ourselves in… but there’s still a lot of questions unanswered.

Who was that ‘Dark Magicoria’? And where did she come from? Who is this ‘Uncle Gregor’ she was talking about? And that Snake… what did it mean by ‘test’? Something just doesn’t feel right here… almost like this is a story of jumbled pieces.

Nah I’m probably overthinking things. I have to get home soon though. It’s spaghetti night and I’m not gonna let my big sister Diana hog all the meatballs this time.

A supervillain known for going on tangents during a monologue has captured the hero. The hero broke free of the restraints a while ago but pretends to remain captured to see how off topic the supervillain will get.

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“Why is this happening now of all times?” Asked Gregorionus, third in line for the throne of the Third Ring of Hell. He asked this at the woman who had just now summoned him, a woman in a pure white robe with a circlet over her greying but still lush hair. Wrinkles from aging couldn’t stop Gregorionus from recognizing that face. It was one that no matter how much time goes by he would never be able to forget. “How have you managed to summon me Francisca?”

“I believe I told you all those years ago to call me Fanny if we ever had the pleasure of meeting again.” The old woman said in a clear yet slightly crackly voice. The fire in her eyes made it clear that while this summoning was a fluke, the result was desired. The smile across her lips and the grimace across Gregorionus’ showed who was really enjoying this situation.

Gergorionus sighed. “If I recall correctly, you tried to sell me off to the Duke of… what’s that nation called again? It’s been 342 years since I was last in this world.”

“Oh my has time really flown that quickly since we last met? Why to me it feels like only 50 years ago when were in heated and romantic passion off the coast of Rubel. Oh that was the nation in question by the way.” Fanny said as she held a hand against her face in remembrance.

“I have learned since then that time dilates a bit differently between this realm and my own. Speak now what you want with me.” Gregorionus was making it very clear how he just wanted to get this situation over with. He didn’t want to spend any more time than necessary around this woman.

A hint Fanny was all to happy to ignore. “Oh don’t be like that Gregory. It’s been even longer for you to see me than it has been for me to see you. How fairs you my dear? Still in that barmy school of yours?” The school in question being Hells Peaks Provate Academy. “Oh, would you like some tea? Maybe some scones? Rudolph, please let the chef know that I have very important company today.”

“Yes your highness.” Spoke a young man dressed as a butler, but in a clear violet suit. He exited the chamber that his mistress and guest were in.

“Now then Gregory, I’m certain that we have much to catch up about.” Fanny said, summoning a plush chair to sit on and a large round table before her. Looking behind himself, Gregorionus noticed that there was a much larger chair behind him as well. A chair he willingly sat on.

I may not like Francisca, but I’m not about to disrespect a contract.

He thought as he pulled the chair as far forwards as the summoning circle would allow his body to be away from it. “So you’re Queen I presume now. I thought you hated Prince Heralds guts for burning your village, so why did you marry him?” He asked, noticing clearly the upgraded furnishings and how the one called Rudolph called her ‘your majesty.’ There was only three reasons she’d be called that.

One was she the queen. It is unusual because of the aforementioned bad blood between her and the Crown Prince of the time, but anything can happen in half a century.

Second is that she’s delusional. Much more likely, but the violet tuxedo is not something that a commoner could just acquire whenever they wanted to. Dyes in this realm are quite expensive, so anyone without the financial means to purchase not just it but make at least one entire suit out of dyed fabric wouldn’t be able to.

The third option is the most rediculous. It’s impossible to think that would be the case, so why would I ev-

“Oh? The monarchy was abolished after I ripped that rotten mans heart out of his chest and fed it to the swans. This nation is no longer the Warrior Nation of Rubel, but the Great Holy Nation of Rubelionus. And I am the Holy Mother of this Sacred Land.”

… So about that third option… yeah it was if she started a Theocracy by overthrowing or founding her own nation. We can see which option… specifically which violent option… she seems to have gone with.

Gregorionus was stunned, but shook it off and pinched his nose, all the while wondering how he seems to attract crazies. “What does a Holy Woman of any degree have business summoning a literal demon? Isn’t that sort of against the very idea of being ‘pure’ like the teachings of Altrain dictate?”

“How can you recall the name of a religion that you don’t even believe in but can’t remember the name of the nation we had hot steamy-“

“I make make sure to keep track of any religion that wants me dead. Why and how did you summon a being of darkness if you are now aligned with the light?” Gregorionus asked beginning to feel frustrated with the old woman’s apparently still thriving libido.

“Ahem. Yes well, this nation does not follow the words of Altranism, but instead that of the ‘Book of Balance’. It’s just a little something that I started up maybe 5 or so years after you left.” Fanny started in glee before continuing, “It teaches that all beings be they of the light or the darkness are made equally. Mo matter what race or class or creed, we all are born, nurtured and raised in one way or another. Wolves have their packs and flowers have different medical uses depending on how they are cared for and collected, but they are still living, breathing creatures all the same.”

Gregorionus wasn’t about to over look that phrasing. “Why do I feel like I know how this religious order started… I have to ask… You finished the ‘Golem Development Unit’ didn’t you?”

“Hohoho~ As quick on the pick up as ever I see. 350 years and you’ve still got that devilishly keen wit about you. Though I personally call it ‘The Peace Smithy’ nowadays. A bit better of a ring isn’t it?”

This woman really does like to agitate.

Gregorionus knows Francisca. Knows her mind. 50 years may have passed for her, so there are bound to be a few changed, but fundamentally this woman is a profit seeker. Great at getting on the good side of her target and then making herself out to be a hero.

“Your Majesty, your tea is ready.” announced Rudolph as he walked a cart into the room. Wait looking closer at it… isn’t this cart moving on its own? He isn’t pushing it.

“Why thank you Rudolph. You’re always such a sweet boy. I forgot to ask, but how is your sister doing? Has her recovery been going well?” Francisca asked in a slightly worried tone.

But Rudolph just smiled. “Your Majesty is to kind. Louraine is doing much better after you restored that battle golem into a medical golem. It’s been helping her with her physical recovery slowly but surely and she should be back to active duty soon.”

Francisca smiled softly. “Oh that’s brilliant. I look forwards to seeing our dear vice commander vack on her feet with that beautiful spearmanship of hers.”

“I will be sure to pass on the message to Louraine when I check on her this evening.” Rudolph said pridefully. Someone seems to really love their sister.

“That’ll be all Rudolph. I’ll let you know if I have anything else for you.” Fanny said as Rudolph let himself out leaving the cart of tasty morsels before she returned her attention to Gregorionus. “Care for a scone? They go excellent when you dip them into this tea before taking the bite.”

“I’d rather you tell me why you’ve called me here. I know you Francisca. You wouldn’t just sacrifice people to shoot the breeze with an old flame. You want something from me.”

Fanny just laughed at this. “Come now. Isn’t it fine to just want to get reacquainted with an old friend? Not everything has ro be about profits you know~”

“So says the woman setting up a robot uprising.” Gregorionus said bluntly.

“��Robot’? Is that a new sort of golem you’ve been developing for one of your school projects. I’d be happy to help you with the blueprints if you wish. Not to boast, but I have become a bit of an authority in Golem Crafting and Repurposing.” Fanny asked attempting to hide that dangerous glimmer in her eye.

Gregorionus began to recount something. One of those ‘tropes’ that his young friend Becky kept going on about from TV. The ‘Mad Scientist’. A trope that very much fit Francisca alongside ‘Puppet Master’ and ‘Lawful Evil’.

This woman is starting to seriously remind me how much I hated dealing with her.

“Enough trying to pry information out of me Francisca. I have limited time in this world and you are wasting it. So I will ask only once more.

Why have you summoned me Francisca Hilarian?”

A smile froze on Fannys face. Seconds go by as Gregorionus starts to realize what may be going on here. “I see. This was a trap all along wasn’t it?”

“Trap is a strong word Gregory. I prefer the phrase ‘rekindling an old flame’.”

Gregorionus scoffs. “I don’t have time for this nonsense. If you truly wish to speak with me then you can come to my realm instead next time. But we are done here.” He says as his body starts to waver and blur.

Fanny just laughed. “Hohoho. My dear, do you honestly think you can escape that easily? I’ve spent years preparing this room for this moment. To get you here so we can get back together. Studying every word of every cult even remotely related to demon kind. You cannot escape so easily.” Fanny says, turning slightly manic.

“Are you sure about that?” For the first time since entering the room, Gregorionus smirked as he continued to fade away must to the shock of Francisca.

“W-what? Wait this isn’t right! Y-you should be trapped here! Why are you still disappearing?!?” She began to shout madly.

Finally it was Gregorionus’ turn to laugh. “Haha! I’ve said it before. It’s been 342 years since I was last in this realm, and while you may have spent over half a century researching everything in your realm, I’ve had much longer to learn, grow and develope. I am far to strong for you to keep me bound in this realm now. And besides…” he turned to look Francisca sharply in the eyes. “This isn’t even my doing~” he said playfully.

Fanny was stunned. “What do you mean? You mean someone else is summoning you? But that’s impossible! We’re in the middle of a summoning right now! Y-you can’t just leave!!!” She shrieked.

“One of these days when you finally die and your soul is finally in hell, you might get to meet my charge. A girl who makes impossible things seem like a daily occurrence without even realizing the significance of it. To be entirely honest I’m surprised that she was able to do this too. But that’s Becky for you. Rewriting text books on common sense just because she can. But I’m not going to let that day come so easily.” Gregorionus stated as he threw some sort of energy at Francisca’s chest before his body nearly vanished without a trace.

Fanny lept out of her chair. “No wait!” She screamed as she reached out to grab him, but her hand just passed through the empty space there. Only accompanied by one last statement.

“May we never have the displeasure of meeting again Francisca. Mwahahaha!”

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…

(Five hours later)

A knock comes from the door. “Your Majesty. It’s nearly time for supper, and none of us have heard from you in hours. Is everything alright in there?” Called Rudolph from the other side of the door.

No response.

“Y-your Majesty. I’m sorry for the impropriety, but I’m coming in now.”

Rudolph unlocked the door and opened it, releaving a room of shattered mirrors and porcelain, torn books and crushed furniture. It had looked as though a storm had blown through the room. And in the middle of it stood a woman.

Long blond hair. Slim figure. Pure white robes and a golden circlet atop her head.

“That bastard.” The woman said under her breath in a clear and beautiful tone. The woman in question is the only woman who had been in the room since lunch when she was calling over what she called an ‘old friend’. “Of all the things that rotten son of a bitch could do! Eternal Youth!!!” She steamed in rage, disregarding the young man in the room with her now.

“Y-your Majesty? T-that is you right? Is everything alright?” Rudolph asked as he slowly approached the woman carefully.

Yes, this was her majesty Francisca Hilarian, the Holy Mother of the Book of Balance religion, restored to youth and cursed with eternal life so that Gregorionus would never be forced to see her again.

Fanny took a deep breath and began smoothing out her clothes. “Alright you dumb old demon. If that’s how you want to play this game…” she looked sharply at the summoning circle that should have confined her beloved here with her for eternity, a fire burning in her eyes and a wicked smile playing across her lips.

“I’ll show you why you can never escape a woman in love~”

It’s a bit awkward that you managed to actually summon a demon; almost as awkward as that demon being your ex spouse.

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Becky’s eyes lit up. She finally gets to tell her friends Jona and Timone about how she learned magic from her bestest Uncle ever!!!

“Well… when I was three, my mom summoned a demon to look after me because she didn’t have the time to call a babysitter and she was already a super powerful demon magic user so she summoned the coolest demon ever and then after she left he fed me some yummy candy and read to me lots of books about demon magic and then I learned mote magic from him and then I found a snake that could talk and that was nice he taught me how to use charms and familiar magics and then a big frog like big big frog taught me how to use water magic and Uncle Gregor was super impressed and I’m happy and then I met a girl named Diona who sold her soul to Uncle Gregor did I mention that Uncle Gregor is the demon? I don’t think I did… anyways, she sold her soul and now she has to follow and protect me and then I met a Unicorn and I touched it and it grew another horn and my dad was surprised and then when my dad and I went fishing I caught this huge fish that was long and wiggley like a big wiggly worm and then we went home and then we caught a magical girl and that was fun. So yeah I can use Demon, Summoning, Water, Light, and ancient magic with a bit of Artificing too.” Becky said all in a row to the amazement of her friends.

Jona stared blankly at Becky for a moment before looking at the character sheets. “Um… I thought you said you were going to be playing a Dwarf Paladin this time? What the heck is with that backstory?”

Timone chimed in with a chuckle. “Shit man if I knew I could make my character that crazy I woulda done something way cooler than a Dragonborn Mage!”

“Oh!!! We were talking about the game! Right right. Um my character gets his magic from faith in the God of the Forge, able to use fire and Telekinesis to build his weapons and his faith!”

Diona could only sigh looking over the table. Her first time as a DM and Becky misreads the situation and infodps about her life experience about magic around her non-magic inclined friends. Still, what else would you expect from the greatest ADHD magician since Merlin?

“So, I got my magic power by inheriting it from a draconic ancestor. What about you?” “Well, I found my grandpa’s old cookbook, and when I opened it, the magic I inherited from him manifested.” Your roommates then turn to you. “What about you?” “Well…”

[the-exhausted-xexandaler]

“Oh? But what if their transformation doesn’t have the sparkly light?” Asked Becky to Gregorionus, third in line for the throne of the Third Ring of Hell.

Todays Becky is learning from everyone’s favorite demonic nanny about the forces of good and how best to defeat or evade them. The lesson was on the odd human subspecies known as the Magicoria or as they’ve been known in more modern times, ‘Magical Girls’.

“It doesn’t matter if they aren’t shiny or sparkly or not. If they wear a tutu, have multicolored hair and an animal or otherwise companion, you do not engage them during their transformation. Do you want to get atomized?” Gregorionus questioned. It may be a simple lesson, but he knew just how scatterbrained his charge could be so he knew he had to drill in every safety measure for her own good.

“Hmmm… but what makes it an attack? If I throw marbles at their feet so they trip during their little dance thing they do while transforming like in Sailor Orion, than does that hurt me? What if I just tie them up with a rope? Like not charged or enchanted or nothin?” Leave it to Becky to ask some real moral ques-

“Doesn’t matter. My grandfather spent eons in the war learning every trick the Magicoria had from their defenses, offenses, traits attributed to their coloration, even the average age of when they become aware of their powers was learned by that demon.” Gregorionus moved closer to his spellbound chalkboard and started writing.

“Rule one of Magicoria defense; Anything that so much as touches them as they are transforming will be destroyed so thoroughly that there won’t even be ash remaining.

Rule two; Transformation requires three things before it can occur. 1. There must be enough room for them to move. The initial part of their transformation doesn’t begin until they have at least twice as much space as their arms outstretched as a security measure for both themselves and civilians. 2. There must be reason for them to change. A Magicoria cannot simply change whenever they feel like it. There must be the energy of the forces of darkness to combat or else their energy will not radiate. 3. Purity is required to power their armaments. The essence of light is fundamentally poisonous and caustic to anything that rules the shadows. Vampires, dead. Werewolves, dead. Demons, dead. As long as they have the power of positivity, they can fight. It is the source of their power.

Rule three; It is not impossible to bind or restrain a Magicoria. It is simply incredibly difficult to keep them from escaping. Be it their allies or what is called their ‘mascot’, a way to escape will happen. It’s what fourth planers call ‘Plot Armor’, a mystical force that allows the odds to turn in the favor of the weaker entity.”

“Now that we’ve got that out, let’s dis-“ Gregorionus started before Becky raised her hand highly. “Becky. Diana isn’t in this lesson. There is no need to raise your hand so just spit it out.”

The woman Sensei Gregorionus is refering to is Diana Crossly, a woman who had been wronged and brutalized by the world so much that she willingly sold her soul to his family just to escape it. Her dues had been decided that she would learn alongside Rebecca to become her right hand woman, making sure she always stayed in control of her abilities.

Anyways, back to Becky. “So what should I do when Georgina isn’t transformed? Can I tie her up then?”

“As I said. The rules are clear. So long as you don-“ Gregorionus stops. “What did you just say?”

“I said what if I tie up Georgina before she transforms? Would she be able to still change or would I be safe to tickler her until she wets her pants?” Becky asks with a smirk.

Gregorionus stares at Becky deeply. “Are you telling me you know the identity of one of the current Magicoria?”

“Um… yeah? How would I not know it when they look exactly the same?”

“Exactly the… Magicoria have recognition fields around them! How can you tell they look the same???”

“Reco-what? Oh… do you mean that shimmery thing that’s over their bodies when they are in their magical girl form?” Becky asks before explaining, “if you mean that then I don’t get how anybody can’t tell. I mean you taught me how to ‘look beyond the bounds’ when I was 8 Uncle Gregor. How come you haven’t noticed?”

It’s a very good question. Why didn’t anybody notice that simply using a perception ability would allow anyone to see the identity of their foe?

Gregorionus sighs. “Why is it that every time I teach you something new, you have to throw a wrench into everything we know of as fact? Well now I’m going to have to test this out.”

Gregorionus stands fully upright. Looks like the lesson is over for now. It’s time for a little experimentation.

Meanwhile, Becky is gonna break the fourth wall in three, two, one.

“Hey people reading! Me and Uncle Gregor and gonna go catch Georgina and her friends now. We’ll be back in a few hours when I have them tied up to a table. Time to start the tickle attack! Mwahahaha!”

“And this is why you don’t attack a magical girl during her transformation.”

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Sometimes I feel like @writing-prompt-s is making these prompts just for me. Alright here we go!

“You did what now?” Asked aloud Gregorionus, third in line to the throne of the Third Ring of Hell.

Unlike usual where Gregorionus would teach Becky in her world, Gregorionus was instead taking a day off at his families villa in the 2nd circle. It had been a long decade for everyone’s favorite demonic nanny, so he decided to take a ‘me day’ as humans call it… or so was the plan…

“I made a lot of candy pop up but then the candy turned alive and now it’s eating all the neighborhood cats help!!!” Exclaimed Becky from the other end of the bound mirror Gregorionus set up in her bathroom disguised as the bathroom vanity mirror.

Gregorionus was confused. Interested that Becky yet again has broken the common sense of the demon realm, but still confused as to how. “Okay… now run by me how you made living carnivorous candy.”

“Ummm… I used a summon spell to summon candy but then it just kept giving me one candy at a time so I thought ‘hang on couldn’t I use a dopl charm to make it summon more’ and it did kinda but then the candy didn’t taste very good because it was actually making the same candy a lot so I tried to use a fresh seal on it and that was good but then the candy tasted too minty and I don’t like minty so I wanted to give it some kick so I added a jalapeño to the sacrifices and then boom! Multiplying candy that is spicy and eats cats.”

Gregorionus removed his comically small glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay… Can you run that by me again because I feel like my brain shut down from the overwhelming amount of rediculous there.”

“I’m not saying modern science isn’t useful for magic. I’m saying you’re focusing too much on what’s ‘physically possible’ and it’s preventing you from casting some very useful spells.”

[the-exhausted-xexandaler]

It’s not often that I get to spend such a long amount of time with my now 15 year old

daughter Rebecca. Usually she’s being taken care of by either her mom or some nanny that she calls ‘Uncle Gregor’. I’m honestly surprised that I was able to get this week to go camping with my precious angel, but I think it’s more because Rachel (my exwife) had a conference to attend and the nanny was otherwise engaged.

Anyways, my daughter was always a hyperactive little monkey, and her ADHD (a condition she was diagnosed with as a child but Rachel just refuses to believe she has) really hampered her ability to focus on menial tasks like setting up tents, so I assigned her the task of finding a Unicorn. I told her the legend that a mysterious creature with the body of a horse and a horn was said to roam around this area, so she should go search the area for any clues, which she was oddly excited to do.

Well…

I look at the animal Becky brought with her with confusion. H-how in the hell did she find an actual unicorn in modern times? Actually… looking closer at it.

I shudder. ‘Um… Becky… how did you find a Bicorn? I thought the legend said the creature had ‘a horn’, not two.’

‘Mr. Horsy had a horn but then I touched him then he had another horn shoot out of his skull like ‘Shloom!’ and now he is a two horn Unicorn! So he’s super cool and rare now!’ Becky says in her typical excited voice. I can’t believe she’s done this.

I sigh. ‘Becky. I told you to just look for clues… how did you not only find the beast, but corrupt it into a Bicorn? Please tell me what is happening.’ I honestly have no idea what’s going on. First time I get to be with my daughter for more than a day in 10 years, and she both finds and corrupts a being of purity.

‘Uncle Gregor taught me mahica that help with finding things like lost keys, pocket change, el chupa cabre, skeletons and mummies and fresh eggs. Mom likes the fresh eggs search because it means we can have more omlettes for longer.’

‘Ho-ho-hold up kiddo… Your Nanny taught you how to use magic?’

Becky’s face brightens up even more than usual. Oh boy here comes her excited mode.

‘Yeah! Uncle Gregor is super cool! He can make fire come out of his mouth and he teaches me all kind of things like summoning and bone magic and portal creation and and and-‘

‘Wait a minute kiddo… did you just said Bone magic? Like dark magic kinda bone magic?’

‘Idk about dark, but Uncle Gregor taught me how to make a necklace out of rhe ‘bones of the demand’ or something. It helps keep away the spooky guys who have been following me to school.’

…

I’m going to have to have a word with Rachel about this nanny she’s letting teach our little angel occult magics.

“Look daddy I found one!” You told your daughter to go look for a unicorn to keep her busy while you set up the tent, you didn’t expect her to succeed.

[the-exhausted-xexandaler]

It has just been one weird event after another so far for I, Gregorionus, third in line for the thrown of the third circle. Over the past few years I’ve been summoned to the human world as a nanny for little Becky, and now I’m being told to torture a human who seems to be resigned to death? I could be reading more tomes to Becky and helping her grow into a beautifully powerful sorcerer, but instead…

I sigh. ‘Look human. I’m a busy demon with a busy schedule, so can we just get you out of here?’ I ask as I snap my fingers, releasing the woman from her chains.

On her face is the first bit of emotion I’ve seen from her in the past hour; Confusion.

‘What are you plotting demon?’ She asks incredulously.

Again I sigh. ‘Look, I promised a kid I’m very find of that I’d come over and read her one of my personal favorite grimors, and I was supposed to be there ten minutes ago. If you really are such a masochist that you want me to punish you, than you can wait a bit. Just… don’t make any trouble please.’ I say as I open the portal from the cell that would lead me to Becky’s house.

As I began towards that portal, a small bundle of energy flew out of it towards me. Of course there was only one that this could have been.

‘Uncle Gregor! I was super lonely waiting for you!’ Exclaimed a young girl that I believe turned 14 this year. Yes humans of the fourth plane, you can probably already guess who this girl with dirty red hair and freckles is.

‘Becky. I am sorry child that I wasn’t there on time. I got stuck with an unfortunate job, but it can wait for later.’ I say as I set her on the ground. ‘Besides, I told you that you shouldn’t rush through any random portals that pop up. What if it was some other demon that opened the portal wanting to slaughter humanity?’

Becky just gave a wide smile. ‘I’d beat their ass and demand they bring me to you that’s what!’ Why does this girl have to be such a daredevil?

As I ponder where I went wrong during my rearing of this child, said child seems to notice the woman in tattered clothes behind me. ‘Uncle Gregor you kinky bastard.’ She says with a smug grin.

‘I haven’t the slightest idea what depravity your mind has come up with this time, but you’re wrong. She is a person who sold her soul to my house and I was ordered to find a way to deal with her.’ I clarify the situation, but I know Becky has already come to probably 6 conclusions about what is happening.

‘Hi there lady. My name is Rebecca Rue. I am the great deciple of the greatest demon in the world! Are you wanting to learn demon magic too? I can help yoh study, but remember that I am Uncle Gregor’s Numero Uno pupil got it?!’ Becky calls to the woman in disarray. Just how much energy can this one girl have? And who is she calling a ‘deciple’?

‘Um… I… uh?’ The bedraggled woman stutters in confusion. Looks like I’d better throw her a life line.

‘Please excuse me miss. I need to take care if this.’ I say as I pick up the mangy girl by the collar of her shirt and drag her over to the corner. ‘Stay here and have a soul bar. I’ll let you know once I’m finished with the woman.’

‘Yessir Uncle Gregor Sir!’ Becky says and she starts to unwrap the soul bar I gave her. Over the past twelve years, I’ve learned that she has a particular taste for Wrath flavor. Honestly those are a tad to spicy for me. I prefer the more tangy taste that comes from Envy flavor, but I digress.

I return my attention back to the woman. ‘Well apparently that girl has come over here herself, so we might as well decide what to do with you. Any preferences?’ I ask her. I wasn’t feeling the whole torture thing even before she was thrust into my lap.

‘Y… You’re asking me… how I want to be tortured?’

‘Well not tortured exactly. Frim what I’ve read of your contract, you are to serve us in this realm until we have decided you have paid your dues. So I have a few ideas.’ I say as I pull out a file from my briefcase. What? I’ve been out of school for around 9 years. Why would I still be using that backpack? ‘Can you read Demonia Script?’ I ask the woman.

‘I uh…’ but she didn’t get to say anything further… why? You know why.

‘OH OH OH! I can Uncle Gregor! I can help the newbie learn her letters and read the options for her!’ Exclaimed Becky, seemingly finished with her Soul Bar and now clinging onto my back.

‘Didn’t you promise to stay in the corner?’

‘Did I? I don’t remember that. I just remember that uou gave me nommies and I ate nommies.’

‘Of course you don’t… whatever. She’s all yours kiddo.’

‘Yay! Okay Mrs… erm… what did you say her name was again Uncle?’ Becky asks with that iconic head tilt of hers.

Three for three on sighs. ‘It’s in the file. I haven’t actually read it yet besides what the punishment clauses were, so I don’t know off the top of my head.’

‘C’mon Uncle Gregor! It’s been over a decade and you still can’t ask people from the start?’

‘I don’t want to hear that when you didn’t ask her name when you were barraging her with questions.’

‘Oh yeah… well anyways, nice to meet you Mrs…’ Beckh flips open the file and searches for a second. ‘Abelman? Is that how I’m supposed to say it?’

‘W-well it’s the right way if saying it… but I’m not really an Abelman… not anymore at least.’ The woman says before she starts coming off all somber.

Becky seems to hone in on these emotions easily. Here it comes.

‘Oh? Do you wanna talk about it Diana?’ Becky says as she pulls up next to her and starts rubbing her back.

Looks like I should get a coffee and tell her mom she might be home late tonight.

“do what you want Demon. no amount of torture will affect me anymore, there’s nothing you can do what Humanity has already done to me in both spirit and body when i was alive”

[the-exhausted-xexandaler]

Becky smiled broadly. “So you’re saying I get to live for ages and ages AND I get a new best friend?”

Tianosia of the fairies winced at the red heads sudden eagerness. Up until two minutes ago she was like a popcorn machine with too many kernels, but once Tianosia spoke of ‘raising the child of the fae’, the girl was all over the topic.

“Why yes,” started Tianosia with a slightly forced smile, “raise, teach and protect this daughter of mine and you shall be immortal for all your days. Should her flame expire even with sand left in your hourglass, your soul shall be forfeited. Is this understood?” She clarified in a very fairy way.

Not that Becky listened to her. “Yippy!” She called out as she swung the young child around and around. “Oh you are going to be so happy to be here kiddo! I’m looking forwards to teaching you what Uncle Gregor taught me and all sorts of other things! Oh! And we can go camping and I can show you my friends and we can learn from Uncle Gregor together! Oh this is gonna be so much fun!!!”

Ever excited this girl and not one to lose interest easily.

Little did the Duchess of the Fae know that this would become one of the greatest sparks in Fae, Human and Deamonic history, along with being the reason our dear Becky would become known as the ‘Witch of Eternity’.

But that story is for another time. Another story to be told.

The fae promised me immortality, at a price. I looked at thier sly grin and was confident I could pay whatever price they asked; that was until they introduced me to thier daughter. "Raise this fae child, so long as they live, you'll live; but if they die, you die."

[the-exhausted-xexandaler]

You just have to drop this gold mine right before I head back to work doncha?

Oh well. This’ll give me ample time to work on a series of silly events for Gregorionus and Becky to interact with.

“I have stared into the abyss not just long enough for it to stare back. But for it to get uncomfortable and ask me to stop”

[the-exhausted-xexandaler]

Yes. She’s a little strange sure, but Becky has friends who don’t really know anything about magic besides it’s fantasy stuff.

I’m actually still working on a Writing Response to the writing prompt about the ‘sleep paralysis demon being scared of the closet’ that actually goes over a bit more of Becky’s regular life. Just a little though.

I’ve just been really really busy this past week.

Kinda feel like writing more about the misadventures of Gregorionus and Becky, but I don’t have much in the way of prompts. If anybody wants me to add more to their story, than let me know. I already have an idea for the next one, so anybody who likes reading their story, look forwards to seeing how our favorite hyper autistic Ginger and her big demonic caretaker deal with fantasy worlds.