Young Writers Society

The Supreme Demon Goddess lounged in her throne, dangling her shadowy legs over the arm of the chair. She glances at her hands, swirling with smoke -- or is it shadows? -- and rubs the "nails" against her cheek. Of course, this being the only actual solid that made Demon Goddess up. She regarded the demon, Blizzard, kneeling in front of her in fear on the black carpet, trying to decide what to do with him.

"What were you thinking?!" Demon Goddess shouted at him, swinging her legs to sit on the chair correctly. "Sending a possible sixth ice age upon the world without consulting me first? I love that idea. I would have given you more power to follow through with it."

"M-my beautiful and wonder g-goddess, I-I didn't think t-that you would actually h-help me," Blizzard protested, hoping to escape the wrath of the goddess he kneeled before

Unfortunately for him, Demon Goddess was having none of it. "Was Excuse getting to you again?" When the cold demon, with white flurries of magic swirling around him and getting on her nice black carpet, didn't answer, she screamed: "Answer me, Satan damn it! Lest I strip your body of that white skin you so proudly hold!"

Gulping, Blizzard nodded silently. He didn't want to face her wrath.

"Ah," Demon Goddess sighed, leaning back into her chair. "You can go. Blizzard the Yukon or something. And bring that no good son-of-a-female dog Excuse over here!" she commanded harshly. Blizzard jumped to his feet, saluted, bowed, and walked backwards out of the room.

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Meanwhile, in the Purgatory, E.E. was pacing back and forth in the living room, kicking the carpet with her sneaker. She couldn't figure out anything about what to write in her book! On top of that, she couldn't figure out anything to do.

"E.E., stop. Seriously, you'll get Chapter Ten done, and then Chapter Eleven and so on and so forth. Now sit down," Grim ordered, worried for his friend's well being.

E.E. sat, for she knew that Grim was right. She just needed to sit down and get her Writer's Block on straight. What was that think that that one YWSer said? Oh yeah. "Writers with Writer's Block should get together and build a castle." She firmly decided that she was going to make that her Senior quote.

She opened up her computer and logged in, not knowing that Grim had gotten up from the patchwork couch and had gone into the kitchen to make even more cocoa (even though he had drunk five cups that day and it was only 10:00 AM in the Purgatory).

Grim sat back down, watching E.E. write. He loved seeing her fingers glide across the keys, creating a new whole world that blossomed from her mind.

"Maybe you should have Nat confront Mark, you know?" Grim tried. 

"No, not yet." E.E. replied. She wanted to keep Mark and Nat like they were at the moment. Maybe Chapter Eleven.

Grim slurped his cocoa and finished it a few minutes later. He decided to get the sixth cup for that day, so he went down to the kitchen. As soon as he made it, he turned around and E.E. could hear the sound of ceramic shattering on the floor as well as Grim cursing.

"E.E., THERE IS A THINGY-THING THING IN OUR KITCHEN!" he yelled, panicking and inserting a few choice words in.

E.E. got up and closed her computer, slinging it around her shoulder. She walked up to the kitchen and gaped at the mess that puddled around Grim's feet. It must have been bad to make Grim drop his cocoa.

"It's just a spider, E.E. reasoned. Death does not like spiders.

She entered the kitchen, carefully stepping around the puddle, and gasped. A strange-looking creature was in their kitchen. It was a sickly green color with warts covering the entirety of its body. Two stubby horns grew out the top of its head, and its eyes were yellow and glossy. Somehow it was... familiar.

Before either of them could say a word, the thing lunged forward and covered both E.E. and Grim with a stifling, heavy cloth sack.

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“O' my beautiful and overlord Demon Goddess, ma’am!” a demon shouted with excitement, dragging two sacks behind him. “I have caught death!”

“The term is cheating death, Poison,” Demon Goddess said without looking up from her book, The Turn of the Shrew. “Not caught death. It sounds like you have a disease.”

“No! That’s not what I mean my lady!” Poison insisted. He dumped E.E. and Grim onto the floor. “I literally caught death!”

“Go to the damn infirmary then- HOLY SATAN!” DG shouted. “Oh, this is quite a predicament.”

"I can tell," E.E. muttered sarcastically. "But Demon Goddess, you already have my soul. And Grim technically does not have one. Your demon made a small mistake." Rubbing his head, Grim helped her up. "This place really is so damn amazing though. I love it. How about you Grim?" E.E. asked.

"It's okay. I still prefer our Purgatory," Grim grumbled, not very happy that he was just kidnapped.

Demon Goddess fumes at Poison. "Go to the Chamber. NOW!" she screams, and the demon scrambles off towards a large mahogany door painted with blood. "Now, I don't know why he did that," Demon Goddess reassures E.E. and Grim. "But I'll make sure that he'll be taken care of."

"Oh, you don't need to do that. A simple mistake, is all," E.E. said, hoping to spare the demon a few centuries of torture."It's nice to be here though, haven't visited in a bit."

Grim looked around. The demon -- Poison was his name? -- would be punished. That was fine. Although, Grim was needing his cocoa again. For the seventh time that day.

"Hey, E-" Grim began but was cut off.

"No, it would be rude to ask. We should just wait," E.E. shushed him.

Grim grumbled, annoyed that he wasn't able to satisfy his cocoa obsession.

"If you want cocoa, the kitchen is behind the throne. It's the door with the knives stuck in it," Demon Goddess sighed, thanking Satan that she can be alone with E.E. for at least a little bit. Grim can get annoying sometimes.

Grim clapped gleefully, running behind the throne to get some.

E.E. facepalmed. She agreed with Demon Goddess as well -- Grim can get a bit annoying. She should know. She lived with him.

"Sorry about him, Demon Goddess. He gets overexcited about it. He says its the best thing since sliced bread, I swear. But what are we gonna do about... this?" E.E. asked, holding out her arms to attempt to grasp the whole situation.

"It's okay. I think that cocoa is an amazing drink as well," Demon Goddess agrees. "However, I am not able to get you out of hell unless you're pronounced guests. It's not possible."

E.E. rubbed her temples. Grim was running back in with three glasses of cocoa. None for them and all for him. He really loved his cocoa.

"Thanks, Grim," E.E. said sarcastically. "Demon Goddess told me we can't get out unless we're pronounced guests. And obviously we aren't guests. I don't mind this place, but Grim won't last long with out his lifetime supply of cocoa."

Grim looked over, glaring. He had a cocoa mustache. No lifetime supply of cocoa? That was one of the seventh deadly sins!

"Well, let's try it," he said. He gulps down the second glass and moves on to the third one. Demon Goddess wondered how it was possible to consume cocoa without it splattering all over the place. Grim didn't have guts, or breathing tubes, or kidneys...

"Alright then. Let's do this."

E.E. put her hair into her typical bun. Grim held his scythe at the ready. Demon Goddess... did nothing, since she didn't have a good feeling about this.

"Lets go!" E.E. proclaimed. "Wait, what are we doing exactly?"

"We're going through the 100 obstacles, of course!"