HELL
LEVIATHAN: Well brothers, it seems he survived.
*Satan and Hades looking confused and irritated*
SATAN: What are you talking about?
HADES: He's probably just drunk.
LEVIATHAN: Makes no sense, why isn't he gone?!
HADES: What are you rambling about? Who is still aliv…
*Satan cutting in with excitement*
SATAN: *chuckles* with that smarts and well planned thinking it didn't occur to you that… never mind "your highness"
*Leviathan looking at Satan with anxiety and curiosity*
LEVIATHAN: Occur what? Wait…
*Snapping his fingers showing he found the answers to his incessant questioning*
SATAN: Do you get it now?
LEVIATHAN: Of course, he isn't a demon, he is a FALLEN ANGEL!!!!!!!!! That's why he's on Earth because hell won't take him and Heaven certainly won't take him, he was sent to Earth.
HADES: *giggles*
so the brat lived, funny how I am glad that he is alive, now he can take you down
*maniacal laughter*
Why? Do you feel threatened by my statement brother? Some king you are.
LEVIATHAN: I am a better king the right choice, I took what belonged to our family, I did what was right in my sight; what did you just say?! Oh so you still feel like I did you wrong?
*Hades filled with rage*
HADES: Think? Think???! You did us WRONG! We're bound like petty souls when we are princes, bound by our own, our own brother; you call us family but this is the outcome, yes you did us wrong, seeing as Belial is still alive, there must be a flaw in your master plan.
SATAN: Guess your flawless plan has a dent, knowing who Belial is; he will find a way to come back, just as he found a way to get the throne.
LEVIATHAN: get the throne?
SATAN: *laughing in a corky manner*
He knew about the sword, he had the answers to getting the throne but he didn't seize the throne.
LEVIATHAN: Like I'll always say, all of you are weak, no guts to get what you want, to attain the level you need, seeing as he couldn't take the life of his own father, there is still good in him, he certainly cannot have this throne
* A reassuring laughter*
SATAN: He won't be coming here for the throne Leviathan; he'll be coming for YOU!
LEVITHAN: Even if he is killed on Earth by those humans, he cannot die; there is no way back home.
SATAN: But what if there is?
*smirks*
LEVIATHAN: Before he finds about any stupid way, he'd be long gone cos I'd find him and kill him.
SATAN: You don't know everything; in conclusion, you don't know anything my king.
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(LAYLA'S HOUSE)
LAYLA: Don't come out, don't leave the house, don't trust anybody, don't answer the mailman and lastly don't kill anybody, got it?
BELIAL: *giggles*
What if I get hungry?
LAYLA: I ordered pizza.
BELIAL: What if I need souls?
LAYLA: Suck your soul.
BELIAL: *grinning* I do not like you.
LAYLA: I do not like you either, abide to my rules and we'll get along just fine, I'm off to school, don't do anything stupid or reckless or anything at all, just do nothing.
BELIAL: *sighs and rolls eyes*
why isn't your friend here? He's been avoiding the question for weeks now.
LAYLA: *confused*
What question? What are you talking about? Do you know why he's been acting all weird and ignoring me the past few weeks?
BELIAL: I am not Pablo, ask him besides why can't I follow you to school?
*Layla rolls her eyes and starts to have a conversation with herself*
LAYLA: Have you seen yourself, satisfyingly handsome ,those eyes…effortlessly breathtaking…don't get me started on the chiseled abs… why you can't you follow me to school, such a dense question for someone who has lived for centuries…
*Layla rolls her eyes and still talking to herself*
BELIAL: you know I can hear you right…none of what you said is my fault, you and I can't help it I was born EXTREMELY PERFECT, so that doesn't answer my simple question wolfie…why can't I follow you to school?
*Layla cutting in*
LAYLA: Jesus , you can't ask me stupid questions and barge into my mind without my permission …My house, my rules; you are under me now.
BELIAL: Under you?? I really have to destroy this sexy yet stupid confidence you have, ME!!! Under you? You must be delusional, I don't need you.
LAYLA: You're the delusional one now do you see because you Actually you do need me, because I don't see how else you'd get home? Can't open a door without a key now can you?
*utter silence*
Yup! Thought as much.
BELIAL: You can actually just break the door down, just saying.
LAYLA: I am the owner of this house.
BELIAL: *grinning*
I am Belial.
SCHOOL
LAYLA: *soliloquy* That darn demon, talking like he owns the place, ugh why I just want to smack that grin off his perfect fac..
*spotting Pablo*
Hey!!!!!!!!!!Pablo!!!!!, what's up?
PABLO: My goodness, why are you screaming? I am not deaf you know.
LAYLA: Why have you been ignoring me?
PABLO: What? Ignore you? Me?!!!
LAYLA: Cut it out, I know why you've been MIA lately, it's because of Belial isn't it?
*cutting her anxiously*
PABLO: Uhmm , did Belial say anything to you?
LAYLA: Uhh why would he?
*howling laughter*
no Pablo he doesn't find you attractive.
PABLO: Ha, Ha, Ha; that's not what I meant, like did you guys have a conversation about me?
LAYLA: Why would we? Is there something Belial is supposed to tell me that I am yet to know about?
PABLO: * tittering*
No! no!! no!!! Layla about Belial, do not trust him or anything he tells you.
LAYLA: * staring in confusion*
Is it because he doesn't find you attractive? It is Belial; he doesn't find anyone attractive but himself.
PABLO: No, Layla I am being serious, we cannot trust him.
LAYLA: But you are the one who came up with the Brilliant idea of "trusting a demon" and now this, I do not follow.
PABLO: *sighs* since when did you start listening to me?
LAYLA: You're right, the one time I decided to listen to you and I get this??
PABLO: It is for our own good, we don't trust…
*interrupted by Belial's loudly screaming Layla's name at the school entrance door with beaming lights angled at his well chiseled chin and perfectly square shaped face and beautiful set of teeth *
You brought him to school? Belial is here.
LAYLA: Huh? Brought who? What do you mean that Belial is… * pausing and turning around* you have got to be kidding me.