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The Prince of Hell had opened up a portal for the two of them to immediately be at the top of a tall building in downtown of the underworld. Apparently this is one of the many places Damien goes to smoke and sharpen his many knives

“This doesn’t look like our regular hideout after burning down a building.” Oz leaned a bit over the edge to see cars driving down the road.

“Yeah I know. I got banned from going there when I got caught masturbating alone there.” Damien said.

Oz blushed white as he heard that. “O-Oh… that’s… too bad.”

“Eh, this one is just as good.” Damien looked down at the street with Oz. “Hmm, damn. Only a few people walking around right now. I was hoping there’d be a lot of people so that I wouldn’t know who’d get impaled.”

Oz looked around and saw a monster walking with headphones on. “You could drop it on them. They look like they’re too into their music to notice us.”

Damien smirked. “Perfect! The prick will never know what hit ‘em.”

Oz handed back the knife to Damien. The demon anticipated where to throw; taking note of the monster’s walking speed. He readied his arm and Damien’s eyes widened at the adrenaline of killing. In one swift throw, the knife was landing fast on to the unsuspecting beast. The knife struck the monster’s shoulder but it bounced off of them with a ‘TING’ sound and landed behind them. The monster doesn’t seem to have felt the impact of the knife or heard the sound of it hitting it.

“Shit. That’s an iron golem.” Damien shook his head. “One sec…” The prince turned around and made a portal at the bottom of the building. He stepped through it, picked up the knife and headed back to Oz.

“Oh I see another monster. Let me a have a try.” Damien handed the knife back to the fearling.

Oz could see a bulky blue monster walking by. He readied his arm and threw the knife. It wasn’t a throw filled with vigor like the demon prince’s, but it’s a throw nonetheless. The knife struck the monster and went right all the way through them, shoulder to the heel of their foot. But the monster didn’t buckle down in pain; they kept walking ahead completely unaware of what happened.

“Did I… miss? It looked like it connected.” Oz cocked his head in confusion.

“You totally hit that dude. Hang on let me get it.” Damien made a portal again and retrieved the knife. When he came back, he held the knife by the end of the handle with his pointer and thumb as it was wet. “You did hit them but they were made of water. No wonder it went right through them.”

“Oh man…” Oz looked down dejectedly, failed to impress his crush and that didn’t go unnoticed by the prince.

“The fuck are you looking sad about?” He asked as he pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the knife.

“This… plan already isn’t going so well.” Oz rubbed the back of his neck.

“Well, yeah no one’s dead yet. But at least your knife throwing is accurate. That’s pretty fuckin’ rad for itself. Lucky for me, there’s an old fart making his way toward us.” Damien pointed to an elderly grandfather clock slowly hopping forward.

“Oh, they should be an easy target.” Oz says.

“Fuck yeah they are. Time for grandpa to go to sleep forever.” Damien grinned as he readied his arm, ready to impress the fearling this time.

The grandfather clock slowly hopped his way until they were almost right below the two of them. Oz watched in silence with baited breath while Damien raised his arm. The grandfather clock hopped forward again and Damien threw the knife at them.

As the knife was on its way down, the grandfather clock sneezed. “Achoo!” The hands on his face scrambled as he sneezed and conveniently landed at exactly 12 noon. The grandfather clock warped back in time to where he was at noon, making the knife hit the pavement with another ‘ting’ sound.

“Whoa!” Oz said in surprise.

“The fuck?!” Damien raised his voice. “We gotta check that out.” The demon grabbed the fearling’s wrist and made a portal to the sidewalk. Oz blushed that Damien held his hand, albeit quite aggressively.

They reached the pavement and Damien looked around for the old man. “Where the fuck did that bitch go?!” As Damien looked around, his grip on Oz’s wrist tightened as he was pissed that the old man escaped from his wrath. Oz winced a bit at how strong his crush was. He was torn on wanting Damien to hold on to him longer or risk a broken hand. The fearling decided he want to have two hands that functioned properly.

“U-um, Damien?”

“The fuck you want?” Damien turned to him and tightened his grip harder on instinct.

“You’re- ow… you’re hurting me.” Damien’s face softened as Oz winced even more at his grip. The demon noticed the fearling’s fingers were twitching from his grip.

“Oh shit, sorry.” Damien let go immediately and Oz rotated his wrist back and forth, making sure it still worked.

“Wow, I didn’t know you were ‘that’ strong.” Oz chuckled.

“S-Shut up. Of course I’m strong.” Damien looked away trying to hide a blush.

Oz noticed the knife on the ground and picked it up. The tip of the blade had broken off from the impact. “Oh crap. Damien your knife broke.” Damien turned back and noticed his knife was missing the sharp end piece. He took it from Oz and inspected it.

“Eh. No big deal. I can always steal another one.” He tossed it behind him and it crashed through a car window, setting off the alarm.

“This hangout isn’t going as I hoped. S-Sorry.”

Damien sighed. “Stop fuckin’ apologizing, you noob.” He lightly punched Oz on the arm. “If it makes you feel better, this felt like a good warm up.” Damien hid another blush.

Oz’s spirits were lifted from hearing that. “Thanks Damien.”

“Whatever loser.” The demon started walking ahead of him. “C’mon, I feel like blowing up a toy store and you’re gonna distract the employees while I set the bombs.”

Oz took one last look back where the broken knife landed and an idea had struck Oz. Maybe the eldritch horror can make it up to the prince since he felt responsible for the knife breaking. He had Blacksmithing Class tomorrow and he could just make a deadlier knife for the prince to use. With that idea in mind, he smiled internally and ran after Damien.

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Vicky had opted out to skip her Ritual Summoning Class to visit the football field to cheer on Scott as he practices with the team. There were a few other monsters seated on the bleachers watching with her while she works on other homework, as Coach was discussing something with the team out of earshot.

The Frankenstein girl had taken a fancy to the dumb gentle giant. One day she had forgotten to bring a box of battery with her to charge herself with in the bathrooms. She had been low on energy the whole day and neither Oz, Brian, or Amira had any spares on them. Scott noticed that and wanted to cheer her up. With his werewolf speed and strength, he brought back 5 battery boxes for her in less than 5 minutes from the local convenience store nearby.

Vicky felt butterflies in her stomach as she remembered that fond memory that happened a few months back. She didn’t realize that she doodled a drawing of Scott’s face over an answer line in her textbook.

“Hey Vicky!” Scott had bound up to her, making her come back down to the underworld.

“Ah! Hi Scott!” She immediately closed her textbook. “W-What’s up?”

“Coach made us go for a break. Do you wanna walk with me for a bit?” He said with stars in his eyes with his tail wagging at high speed.

“Yeah sure!” Vicky said with the same energy Scott was feeling. She got up with her textbook and they started walking away from the field. “You were so good at practice. The way you tackled your teammate to the ground was so epic!”

“Thanks! I have Coach to thank for that. He’s really trained us to be the best!” Scott laughed, a small blush appearing on his face at her compliment.

Vicky thought that this would be the perfect opportunity for her to improve her biscuits for Scott. “So, uh… what… um, protein powder do you use to get those muscles?”

“Oh! I use Midnight Muscle X. I use it for my protein shakes. Are you thinking of getting muscles too, Vicky?”

“Uh, not me specifically but, I have a cousin who, uh… is thinking of getting into lifting weights. Yeah, that’s it. And I’m just helping them out by doing… research. So I thought that you’d be the perfect person to ask.” Vicky grinned, trying to not act suspicious.

“Are they part werewolf or part werebeast? Because the one I use is specifically only for werepeople.”

“Umm… yes.”

“Awesome bro! I can give you a small bag of it for you to give to your cousin! I have some extra in my locker.” Scott beamed at her.

“You don’t have to do that! I can just tell them to get it at the supermarket or something.”

“Ah, actually, you can’t buy it anywhere. It’s actually something Coach made specifically for me and my Wolfpack cousins.” He scratched his beard.

“Oh, I see. I’m surprised Coach could make protein powder.”

“So was I! Anyway, come by later at my locker at the end of the day. I can always ask Coach for more if I need any.”

“Thanks Scott. You’re the best!” On instinct, Vicky cuddled Scott’s huge furry arm. Scott was happy that Vicky appreciated him.

Just then, their phones vibrated in their pocket. Vicky let go of his arm and checked her phone; as so did Scott. Their eyes widened at the notification they both received.

“GASP! There’s a rare Pokemans nearby!” Scott’s tail wagged excitedly again.

“Let’s catch it! I hope its Daniel Radcliffe, one of the best Wizard types!” The pair sprinted off not too far from the school to catch a wizard with a wicked forehead scar. They were successful in their catch and headed back to the football field.

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Evening classes were finished and students made their way home. Damien decided to walk Oz home as they ate hotdogs along the way. Oz also carried a stuffed black and white bear with a gavel stitched to its hand. Damien had saved that stuffed bear before blowing up the toy store and gave it to Ozzie, face blushed and everything. Not only did it have a sick red lightning for an eye and an evil grin on the black side, he thought that in a way it represented Oz. The white side is how friendly and good he is and the black side is when he can be a total badass and destroy everything when he transforms. It was poetic, Damien thought. Much like his Tinder messages.

The prince thought the fearling could get jumped by some unknown stranger at this time so it would probably be best if he went with Oz. Though he figured Ozzie could hold his own from when he saw Ozzie transform into some abomination to scare away the horde of girls.

Oz fed his little phobias tiny pieces of the bun and meat. Damien had blackened his with his fire power and bit into it. He took note that Oz wasn’t eating his food and he was sharing it instead. It was the same time as well when they had just finished robbing a bank and went to get ice cream. Oz didn’t eat his ice cream and the phobias crawled on to the scoop to devour it. Even the cone too.

“So, you not gonna eat for yourself?” Damien asked in between chews.

“No, I can’t really eat food. I mean, I could but I wouldn’t gain any of the nutrients from it. I also wouldn’t be able to taste it. It’d just sit in an endless void and rot if I ate it.”

“Hm. And you said you only feed on the fears of humans and monsters?”

“Yeah. I’m surprised you remembered.” Oz looked back to Damien and smiled (as best as he could without a mouth).

“How could I fuckin’ forget? Dude, you looked so fuckin’ sick when you had your mouth opened and you drained that black shit coming out of the dead gremlin. And your tongue? Holy fuckin’ shit, that was hot.” Damien smirked. Oh the things he would love to do with Ozzie’s mouth.

“U-Uh… yeah I… guess.” Oz blushed. “I try to do it without anyone watching. It’s a little… embarrassing.”

“Are you shitting me? That was metal as fuck, Ozzie!  I wanna see you do it again when some fucker kicks the bucket.”

Oz wasn’t sure how to feel about it. He did feel self-conscious but he’s glad Damien doesn’t think it’s gross or weird. He looked back to the demon in time to see him bite into his charred hotdog. “Do you… normally eat your food all burnt?”

“Hell yeah. The bitter taste is the best fuckin’ thing ever. Why? You gotta problem?”

“N-No, I just noticed is all. So like, if you went camping and you roasted some marshmallows…”

“Blacken that shit all the way, baby. That’s the only way to enjoy marshmallows. Anyone who tells you otherwise is a fuckin’ pussy that hasn’t tried it.” Damien said as he bit into his hotdog again. Oz made sure to take note of that.

They eventually finished their food and made their way to Oz’s shared apartment. Damien wrapped an arm over Oz’s shoulders as they continued to talk about other things. Both monsters enjoyed how close they were to each other. Not too long after, they’ve reached Oz’s place.

“Thanks for hanging out, Ozzie.” Damien reluctantly took off his arm off of the smaller monster. Oz felt colder without Damien now.

“Yeah, it was fun. Thanks for this as well.” Oz signalled to the stuffed bear he received.

“W-Whatever. It looked stupid and it reminded me of you. Don’t think too much about it.” Damien turned away.

Oz giggled. “So am I gonna see you tomorrow at Monster History Class? It’ll be the fifth class in a row that you haven’t showed up.”

The demon prince sighed heavily. “You had to fuckin’ remind me.” He scratched the back of his head. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there. I have to anyway. Otherwise my dad’s will chew me out again when they get a call from the admin, letting them know I skipped again.”

“Won’t they get a call cuz you skipped your other classes today as well?

“UUUGGGHHHH!!!!” Damien threw his head back and slumped his shoulders.

Oz chuckled. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Dames.” Oz turned around and reached for his key to unlock the door. Once the fearling stepped in, he was blushing at the nickname he gave Damien.

Damien stared back at the door for a minute, dumbfounded at the name Oz gave him.

Dames……

Yeah. He could get used to that.