Mikael
Mel, the 'good' demon girl sped out of the lesson as soon as the bell went. I nodded to Mac and we headed after her. Demons weren't meant to be nice, especially not to each other. I shoved her over onto the grass and was shocked when she apolosised.
"I push you and all you can say is your 'sorry'." I laughed in her face. "Your supposed to be a demon for Hells sake! Get angry, demon out, hit me. Come on little miss goody two shoes, fight back!"
"No," she replied fearfully. "I'm not like you."
"Not like us?" We laughed in unison. "Of course your like us. Your a demon. We are demons. We are supposed to be evil."
"No. You two are evil."
"Of course were evil," we laughed again, deep and mirthless. She tried to stand up and i back ahnded her three feet into the air.
"Come on," i jibed. "Get angry you stinking scum."
"No, no" she sobbed, the strain of keeping the demon in check evident on her face. I laughed and Mac kicked her in the stomach.
"Come on, little demon. Time to show your colours. We command you," intoned Mac raising his gloved left hand. She rolled away, writhing as the demon inside beat at her body in an attempt to gain it's freedom. I roared into the sky and the demon within me burst free in a shower of skin and goop.
I took Macs placing pointing my Doom fist at the quivering girl and heard him burst free behind me. We stood side by side intoning her demon until finally she snapped.
