Corbin Schiffer's Story

Corbin looked down, leaning onto the railings of the roof terrace. It was silent—and that was why he liked this neighborhood. It got boring, of course, but he’d rather stay there than go to a noisy environment. Just as he pushed himself away from the railings, hell’s messenger, or at least he considered it such, gave him a letter.

He saw an address, and, apparently, it was from an old friend—the Devil. He thought about it for a while, assuming it was a trap. After all, he did stop obeying some orders of the guy. But another thing occupied his mind… the fact that the demon could’ve just dragged him back down to hell without need of any unnecessary activities.

He disregarded everything and just jumped up the railings and down the building, only to turn into a raven just in the nick of time, and soar back up the blue sky. A raven didn’t look appropriate for a place like that, though.

The place indicated wasn’t very far from wherever he was. He just flew for a couple of minutes and glided down an alley that led to the said address. Before the black bird could set foot, he turned back human, and instead of scratching noises, his footsteps were what can be heard.

Upon entrance, he was greeted by a man, supposedly a servant of whoever owned the place. He led Corbin to a room where his fellowmen, and some “Feather folk,” as he called them, were there.

“Sir, we’ve a seat reserved for you.” The man told him, gesturing to a seat that was, apparently, in between the seats of two Feather folks.

His right eye twitched, and when he turned around, the butler wasn’t there anymore. He faced the others now, sighing, “Oh joy.” He somehow managed to bring himself to the chair without having to kill himself. “Fate can be quite irritating, huh?” He refrained from rolling his eyes.

Alyss

The black haired angel watched the room with apparent disinterest as those around her talked. Well, two of them did. The other angel, at least that's what she thought he was, had sat in his chair and kept his mouth shut so far. The guy with the tail, Damien, seemed like the typical demon to her. Arrogant, self obsessed, and horny. Alyss turned her head away from Damien, instead directing her attention to the other demon in the room. Rhiannon, the Welsh Witch with extreme emotions. Certainly fascinating stuff, really. Alyss didn't care much about the other occupants of the room. She'd long since lost any prejudice towards demons.

Alyss shifted, her wings still tightly folded up underneath her black shirt. Invisible to the naked eye, Alyss hoped. She glanced at the door as a girl entered, then a guy. The girl looked absolutely terrified to be in the room. An angel, scared by the mere presence of evil. How.... Quaint. Alyss could remember the legions of Warrior Angels; not afraid to tear down and get bloody. The two other angels in the room didn't seem like that type, not that she could tell much from the guy. Still, he didn't look like the fighting type. Had Heaven changed that much since her fall? She had become a Fallen thousands of years ago. Maybe they no longer fought, and that was why there was such an odd combination of angels and demons? Alyss sighed, hoping the missing two would get here soon so she could ivied out what was going on.

Rhiannon smirked as the guy leaned into her, "All talk, I bet." she said, challenging his words, as he sat back down. She then pulled herself away from the walls and walked around everybody, feeling their emotions, some there lack of, and getting to know everyone's presence using a spell. "Alright, whose up next?" she asked the ,now growing, group.
Rhiannon felt some shy souls, as well as some warriors. Her mood slowly shifted as she became more intrigued with everyone. "For those of you whom just entered, we are introducing our selves."
Rhiannon blew a small flame, in the general direction of the table, "Come on , now. Don't be shy." She smirked and stopped at the head of the table, sitting on top. She felt very....above...some of the angels, more powerful in her eyes. Maybe it was just her over-confidence, or maybe she was right. Only the Bosses knew.
Rhiannon laughed to herself, "We all came here from a letter. But as you introduce yourself, explain why you think you are here."
She crossed her right leg over her left, her mini skirt showing her thighs as she waited for someone to respond.

Victoria was sitting on the balcony when she recieved the message. No doubt it appeared on a beautiful night. A nice full moon, a gentle breeze and... a bloody corpse that was fetched no earlier then an hour ago. Her red eyes studied it as the message was relayed to her. Curiosity and a bit of a annoyed hint was roaming through her mind. Yet no matter she dressed up, got her bags ready and rushed towards her destination. A bit in a hurry it may have seen yet, the only reason was because sunlight would most likely halt and sicken her. So suddenly the vampire arrived at the door knocking gently and gracefully waiting for one to open it.

"I'm glad a beautiful night such as this is still young which very well keeps a smile on my face and yet traveling far from my mansion, leaves me sadden. . . Mainly because I was called by it.." She spoke looking towards the moon until suddenly the door opened. A man well dressed bowed and spoke in a proper tone.

"Well met, Lady Delmina, please follow me." The butler spoke walking neatly deeper into the mansion. Victoria bowed and followed. Her hands over the other as she gracefully walked down the hall only to take a stop when the man directed her to her seat.

It was there when she noticed the others around them. Immediately once hearing a conversation between the two, Rhiannon and Damien. She cleared her throat not caring if anyone heard it or not. It was just a sign of disappointment and possibly uninterest. Victoria had her left leg crossed over her right, her hands gracefully in her lap and her face displeased. She looked over at the angels and then to the fallen even they seemed less annoying then those two but who was she to judge. She at least thought a first appearance may stray her to dislike them but they could be quite nice.

Victoria then spoke outloud towards everyone. She wasn't quite sure how they would take her intro but it would be a swell test in her mind.

"I, my dears am Victoria Delmina -- I hope we can work things out in a civil order with a high proficiency of diplomacy. That goes for everyone and not just you two."

Damien

Damien took a deep drag on his cigarette before lazily bringing a hand up to remove it from his mouth. He pursed his lips and let out several, perfectly formed smoke rings. The type that only came with years of practice. He watched as they floated towards the ceiling, and then dissipated. Self cleaning air courtesy of the Devil himself. Well, that was certainly new. And convenient. Damien flicked his cigarette in the vague direction of not near him, not caring where it landed. Just then the door opened and another girl swooped in.

"Another pretty chick? I like this ratio," Damien commented, winking at the woman. She looked a little uptight to him and the moment she began speaking he knew he was right. One of those ultra polite diplomatic types. He hated those kinds. Mainly because they usually didn't like a good tussle in the dirt. Didn't wanna get their fancy clothing dirty.

"Lots of fancy words in there, your highness. I don't think us commoners can understand you," Damien responded flippantly. He grinned at her, making sure to put as much stress on the words 'your highness' as possible. He'd probably just call her that for as long as they were forced together. Seemed like a good name as any, and Victoria Delmina was a bit of a mouthful.

Alyss

Alyss turned her cold, dead gaze on Rhiannon. The girl seemed to think she was in charge here. That she was holding some position of power by being the most talkative. Other then the flirty demon boy, Damien, over there. The thought almost amused Alyss. No one had power here. They had been summoned by God and, she was assuming, the Devil. Did they think their names mattered? Why they thought they were here mattered? All that mattered was the purpose God had brought them here for, nothing else. Normally Alyss wouldn't say anything, but she felt herself growing tired of Rhiannon's efforts to force the others into speech.

"You seem to believe," Alyss began, her voice level and empty, "That you are somehow powerful here. That you are in charge. I must tell you that you are sadly mistaken. If any of us in here wished to ignore, we could do so without consequences. You are not a threat. You are a nothing. Kindly stop acting as if you have power here."

Alyss turned her face away. Not once during the little speech did her voice or face change to reflect any emotion. She was not annoyed or angry. She was simply stating the facts. Alyss simply listened as someone else entered, Damien made a comment, and the woman introduced herself as Victoria Delmina. One person left, it seemed, and then they could go about their business once more.

"So i am here with pitiful low rankers?" She thought in her mind hearing what they had to say. In the vampire's mind, even one so simple should have known what she said. She could only sigh speaking as if she had shown pity and disappointment in the two. Victoria already felt they were unworthy and nothing to pay too much attention to unless need be. Had it not been needed for introductions, she probably would've skipped over finding herself a nice room to rest.

"Please allow me to make it easier for the 'pawn' and those who fit his low ranking standings. I hope that most things can be dealt without unneccessary bloodshed and we'll all be able to talk it out" Her tone was sharp but her posture remained the same. Victoria then sighed turning her head towards Evangeline with a grin. Victoria noticed the fear she had shown and tried to calm her with a different tone.

"Well met, Evangline" She said in a pleasant tone. After such she didn't feel the need to speak again and stoop her speech down to have others understand. It wasn't her fault nor problem the devil didn't choose those with more knowledge. She could only wonder how long she would remain here. Victoria moreso wanted to explore deeper by herself in the mansion before the sun came up and she slept. The architecture looked well made and such manners did everyone whom worked in the mansion had. Her eyes explored her surroundings only to come to a stop at the last person's given position. "I am guessing, we await the arrival of this acquaintance. I only hope he arrives soon" she thought. Victoria then thought of the question given. She thought she broke all ties with hell, doing her own thing and living among the race of man yet i guess you can escape the ruler's order too long. She didn't mind too much, Victoria herself did claim she was getting bored in her mansion.

"Dear God........ I am in a full load of trouble..." Harute said as he soared threw the sky at the speed of a jet plane. A few hours ago, he got a letter from God (yes... the creator and.. this is a little awkward but yes.. My Boss) to come to this mansion. However, with a little side tracking to do like a cat in a tree, a old granny infront of a running car and a guy dropping off a building saying "good bye cruel world!!" had made him a little late for his apointment. "Well, the most he might want is to go kill a surtain demon so..." Harute murmered as he finally landed on the mansion with a little crash.

"Am I so hoplessly late?" he asked frantically at the butler who had come to his side. "No sir.. you are a little (write little and read very) late then the others but if you shall follow me, I shall dead you to you destination." said the butler as he started for the mansion. "Ok..." Harute answered in a unsure voice. 'So God wanted me to come here where there is a strictly human butler in a strictly human mansion???? That's a little odd?' he thought as he followed the butler into a room.

The room was discribed (well at least in his turms) simply. The end of the world inside this small little room. There were angels and demons in pretty much even numbers in the room which is something you just rarely see, expecially if they are not firghting for dear life in the room. 'What is this... are we tring out to see what happens if angels and demons fight in a smaller scale before we do a full scale war???' Harute thought. There were three guys (know including him, 4), 2 devils and a angel. Then there were the 4 girls seperated into even numbers as half being demon and half being angels. As far as he could see, the green haired angel was about to attack one of the female devils or with a highly unlikely possibility, was saying hello... Seeing that he had one being that was in his state, he walked over to the male angel from the back and pocked him from the side.

"Sorry, I was late... What in the name of Jesus is going on???" he asked to the angel as he sat in the only remaining seat.

As soon as the last angels and demons were seated a glowing light filled the room. It blinded everyone and when it faded two glowing orbs were floating in the front or the room. One was pure white and seemed to be created out of a celestial light. The second was a dark, blood red and emanated a feeling of anger and despair. The first orb countered the second with peace and hope. The two orbs could instantly be recognized. They were the Earthly prescences of the Lord and the Devil. The two had never been seen together, so this occurrence was odd enough before the orbs began to speak. Well, more like they projected their thoughts to the demons and angels in the room.

"Greetings, Young Ones. No doubt you are confused about your prescence here," came the white orbs kindly greeting. The sound of His voice was enough to calm the most heated tempers. 

"We shall tell you what we require of you. You have no doubt noticed that there are four Demons and Four Angels in this room. Even those of you who aren't too bright should be able to grasp that," was the Devil's opening statement. His voice could inflame the most tranquil in the room. Still, the Devil sounded cordial, and only slightly insulted those at the table.

"We have found that we are both most prosperous when we are in balance. Balance is, regrettably, very difficult to achieve. We each wish to see if Angels and Demons can stand to be together for long periods of time without killing each other," God added. The reason for the mix of Heaven and Hell in the room was now becoming clear. The tension was thick, but no one would dare interrupt the two powerful Master's. The fact that they seemed to be working together alone was enough to keep most of them quiet. 

"You eight are our trial run. You will be living together for a year in this mansion. You will be able to go outside, but do not attempt to leave. You will not be able to. Those of you with wings are permitted to fly, but go too far and you will be retrieved. We will always know what is going on here, though we may not intrude," the Devil finally announced what exactly the eight were doing in a mansion. A wave of shock rippled through the room but was ignored by the two deities. 

"If you start to fight we will not interfere. But do your best not to kill each other. There will be no servants. Simply ask the house for what you need and it will be provided. Do not ask for a way to escape, or any means of communication. They will not be provided," God explained further, the orbs voice echoing in the minds of those at the table. No one had moved or made a sound during the entire presentation. 

"That is all. No questions? Good. Farewell, our little pawns. Enjoy yourselves," the Devil said in a teasing goodbye. Again a blinding light filled the room and when it faded both orbs were gone, leaving the Angels and Demons to ponder what had just happened. 

A year left to their own devices with the creatures they have been taught to hate since birth...

Damien

Damien had just been about to make a sarcastic comment that would include Rhiannon's 'fiery' temper, the weird Angel's cold attitude, and your highnesses rather stuck up way of talking when the door opened. He allowed his eyes to wander to the last in their little group. Damien kept watching the man as he moved into the room. Damien had come to the conclusion, like quite a few others, that something was bound to happen when that last chair was filled. After all, it certainly wasn't a mistake that they were all left waiting with only one chair left. And now the occupant of the chair was here and he was sitting and the bright light flooded the room.

Damien blinked several times until he could see the two orbs. The Devil he immediately recognized, of course, and had been expecting. That'd been the one to invite him after all. Damien had even been kind of suspecting God would show up too; after all, there were Angels here as well. Still, the presence of both of them together was enough to convince him to keep his trap shut as they spoke. After all, they didn't seem to be fighting or arguing. In fact... They were agreeing. Agreeing that they should stick four Demons and four Angels together in a mansion for a whole year. Were they insane? Did they not realize that this whole damned venture was going to end in a bloodbath? One which Damien would gleefully participate in, of course, but nonetheless probably not the end result the two were hoping for. Why did they have to go to such extremes about it? To Damien it seemed a little unnecessary, though he waited until the light had completely faded before he allowed himself to speak.

"Well, that's certainly one way to go about it," Damien commented. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. In the next moment there was one in his mouth and he was puffing away. Damien slid the objects back into his pockets and took a deep drag on the cigarette. It was a calming habit for him, not an addiction or anything like that. Weak Human substances like nicotine did not effect him.

Alyss

Alyss watched the interactions if those around her with undisguised amusement. She was old, far older then several of them. Alyss had seen many years and done many things. She had committed several minor sins, and the one major one that had gotten her kicked out of Heaven. Nothing could surprise her anymore. Alyss watched annoyance grow in Vidtoria's face when Damien and Rhiannon talked to her, and the way Rhiannon reacted to her comments. Such a childish Demon who cared much too much about the others in the room. Alyss ran a hand through her hair, wondering when they'd be let out of the room. Alyss needed to be free. Too much times in enclosed spaces destroyed her tranquility and made her freak our. Just as Alyss was thinking this a blinding light filled the room.

Alyss squinted and when her vision finally cleared two orbs were floating in the front of the room. Alyss immediately recognized her Lord, and assumed the red orb was the Devil. Why were they together? It made no sense. Taking turns the two awe inspiring powers explained their prescence in the mansion. Whenever God spoke Alyss felt a strange sort of peace take over her body. On the other hand, when the Devil spoke Alyss felt the overwhelming urge to jump up and fight someone. It was only the sense of power from the two orbs that kept her in her seat. The Devil gave a teasing farewell, the blinding light filled the room again, and the two orbs had disappeared. Alyss leaned back in her seat, her mind working double time. Permanent balance? Live with Demons for a year? Most importantly, why these eight? Why put such an annoying demon, like Damien, in the group if they hoped for peace? Or even someone as anti-social as herself?

"That was interesting," Alyss said into the momentary silence after the two orbs had disappeared. To everyone else in the room she would seem calm, under control. But confusion was clogging her mind and claustrophobia was beginning to take over. She needed to get out of that room soon. Without another word, Alyss stood and swept towards the door. She had no doubt that before the presentation she would've been unable to leave but now the handle gave way easily under her palm and she could slip out into the hallway. Alyss headed down the various corridors, searching for the exit. She needed to fly, to clear her mind.

Evangeline nodded her head to the demon who civilly greeted her. From what she seemed the other two demons didn't like her. Maybe this one wasn't so bad? Suddenly another angel entered the room and filled in the last chair. Everyone seemed to be there, was something going to happen soon? Just as the thought crossed her mind, a bright light filled the room and she could feel the pressence of her lord in the room. His light filled her soul and she felt relaxed and calm, then she noticed the devils aura beside him. This confused the young angel. What were the two of them doing in the same room? Her heavenly creator, and he whom she was taught to hate since her creation a short while ago.

She listened as they talked, explaining what they were to do. A whole year with these creatures? No leaving whatsoever? Her eyes widened. Could she survive that long in a situation that was already tense in the short while they all have been in this room? Evangeline sat stunned at the announcement. A whole year. That would be almost a fourth of her life, as she had been created three years ago. The best plan for her then, was to stay under the radar. Her teacher had always told her the best way to get by as young as she was, to observe and watch more than act. That was what her first duty with the boy in the woodshop required her to do. Her teach would want her to spend her time learning more.

One of the others, the black haired girl who had the aura of a fallen, got up and practically ran out. Then the commmanding demon left too. Evangeline still sat there, considering whether or not she should leave too. She still felt like she didn't belonged there and was way out of her comfort zone. She gripped her arms and watched warily, waiting for more to leave so she could be sure she could too.

He had snapped out of his trance once God and the Devil had had made their presence known, and he looked over the other participants in the room, not being able to help his confusion. Elijah straightened his back, and let his hand fall from his face, where it was beginning to leave a sore spot in his cheek for leaning his weight onto his knuckles for far too long. Had they arrived while I was off somewhere? He couldn't shake off the feeling that perhaps that it was true, and that he had not caught their names. Bad impressions, indeed.

The blonde angel quickly looked each being over. A white haired male demon - a most obvious in appearance one, if he must add; a black haired female, who he strangely found quite familiar.. but his memory wasn't all that great, as he continued to exist throughout his very long life; a very wild-looking female devil with light colored hair as well (he could tell that this one was a free spirited and quite dangerous, he supposed, demon); a graceful and lady-like woman, who, had it not been for such dark clothing and the aura that she kept, despite class, he would've mistaken her for a dark angel, not a demonic-like creature; a mysterious-like, black and white coordinated demon, appearance also obvious; then a more gentle an yet innocent like angel (he didn't recognize her too much, so it was likely that she had a different class than he, as he could already tell that she was an angel); and finally, a white haired male angel, who, by the looks of him, Elijah could already recognized the presence of that of a Warrior angel, be his instincts often wrong or not.

However, after quickly looking over each being and determining their status, Elijah paid careful attention to what the two most powerful beings, of at the very least this very room and beyond, had to say. As they spoke, he kept fidgeting slightly, nervous about what all of this meant. Having four beings each of completely polar opposite existences coming here before their presence.. To balance it out? Why must it be an experiment? Would not their greater existences be able to know?

Elijah couldn't help how these thoughts came to a single conclusion: not even the greatest of Gods or beings know everything in the world, no matter how powerful or respectful, or kind, they may be. But he knows that his loyalty does not, and shall not ever waver for God. But the very idea of having he and seven others be a part of a.. 'trail run', was it? Well, the idea seemed rather.. mad. Completely, and as well as utterly, mad. What struck him the most odd was how they mentioned that they wouldn't step in to stop any fights or disputes that may, and most likely, occur, should they happen. The group will be stuck together for an entire year, and would have to either adjust to each other.. or kill each other.

It didn't settle well with him at all.

He merely quietly observed the others once the Great Two had left, and their presence was no longer clearly known in the room, and the other beings began to leave before he could pull himself together fast enough. It was slightly disturbing to know that he was to become accustomed to strangers and be used in terms of an.. 'experiment', but he'd treat it as it were a very serious mission, and just coexist with the demons and fellow angels as best as he could. As long as he didn't have to to strictly kill anyone, he would be able to manage.. he supposed.

Standing up quietly, he kept his arms to his sides, and bowed slightly, as he spoke softly, "if you will excuse me, I should go and find some personal time to think this situation over, if you wouldn't mind." Elijah pauses, and lets his smile not stretch too far, out of embarrassment. "Uhm, I wasn't able to properly introduce myself." He could feel his hand reaching for the back of his head. "It is of my apologies for that. Please, call me Elijah, as my given name. It is certainly lovely to meet all of you." He bows slightly forward again, and pauses again as others may or may not introduce themselves as well. "Hopefully, we will be able to coexist in a peaceful fashion.. but it's very unlikely, isn't it? Haha."

Once established, he excuses himself again to venture out into the corridor and takes custom to either climbing out of a window or walking out a door to breath in nature's fresh air and to merely relax, as he tried to calm the brewing thoughts that made out the storm of his mind. "Completely.. and utterly crazy." He sighs.

Although Victoria was somewhat awaiting a sarcastic remark from the "Pawn", that suddenly was amiss when the door crept open and entered the last aqcuaintance making a soft entrance. She studied the white haired angel as he made his way towards his seat. The vampire wasn't very interested but it was good to get a face when you're in the same room. Victoria clapped lightly in joy to see this meeting would finally be set in motion. After everyone was seated the two dieties entered.

Victoria listened but honestly was unimpressed by the speech and instructions the two dieties relayed to her. She didn't have any interest to take part in their "game" but knew she had no power to go against it. The vampiress shook her head. She meant it when she wanted nothing to do with both heaven or hell and would rather go about her own ideals then serve under another. Victoria knew no matter how rebellious she could seem, she was still stuck here unless she were to fight against minions of heaven or hell which was unappealing to her. Naturally Victoria was stuck here and she figured she might as well get use to it.

When the others left it appeared to be only four including Victoria remaining. She honestly felt like just returning and seeking her dark quarters to shun herself from the others but just couldn't bare seeming rude. Victoria looked to Evangeline, so scared, so shy, and so out of comfort no one couldn't see such trembling inside. The vampiress sighed and gave a warm smile standing up and walking to her stopping at a arms length, her arm extended in a friendly matter. She than spoke in a polite and gentle tone towards her.

"Well met, Evangeline, as i will say again. . . I could not yet bare to notice you are practically shaking in fear for say. As it may be late and the night is still quite young as one may know, might you be interested in having cheesecake, wine or tea with me in my quarters on the balcony so we're outside in the night air? I would like to assure i mean no harm by such and unlike the pawn that walked out or the other demon - I honestly have no interest in quarreling between our races, unless forced to" She spoke her eyes looking towards her awaiting her reply.

Harute was finally able to snap out of the crazy joke the 2 beings were playing on him and 7 others. However, it seemed to be too late when he snapped out because when he finally noticed his suroundings, only 3 of them were left.

"Ah!, look at manners!!, Um.... I know 4 of the others have left already but still, I would like to first say, Hello, and my name is Harute eli Maroth to all of you. It would be pretty awkward year if we have to be stuck in this mantion with only 7 beings in this house if we don't know our name so... Hello...." mumbled Harute. 'Dear God!!! Why have you brought this on me. I probably just now looked like a total idiot!!!! You know for me devils are totally enemys and other angels just feel like another bunch I have to protect in a battle... And know, you make me live with them for a whole year with them.....' Harute thought as he scratched his hair. It was a action he ususally took if he was so very awkward.

'Don't you think if you just put 8 pure angels in a house and lock them up, it would be enough to make them fight amung themselves??? let alone angels AND demons??' said a voice in his mind. A normal being would have been surprised by this but Harute was very used to it. It was Maroth, his secondary personality. Well, you wouldn't really call it a personality becuase to say the truth, Harute and Maroth was two diffrent beings molded into one. So, there for, they were diffrent. Harute was the brain, one one who calculates all the forces coming toward him and recalculate them to go whichever direction he wants. On the other hand, Maroth was the actual fighter. He was the one who ripped and broke stuff and controled his body as Harute calculated.

'Well, I must agree but still, we have to and you know we can't get out of here. So, therefore, enjoy what you can with the most you got.... Don't you agree???' Harute answered his other self. 'Sure... your the brain... Who am I to try to win a fight you with words... Still, don't you think that vampire girl is worth killing??? It has been a while since we heard a devil's screams... hehe..' Maroth thought as he looked at the red haired devil. 'I wouldn't sudjest it... that means one less being to talk to as you endure this year... And don't even think of over taking the body... You know I am stronger then you mentally as you are stronger then me in the physicals. Think of her as a girl you have to live with. That's a rare opertunity??' Harute replied.

'Ha!, well, you are right on that I couldn't take the body. Still, beware, me... The moment your mental powers get just a little lower, I shall break that apart for your bonds and do as I please...' Maroth said. 'Hew!... that was close... Still, I better be careful. I wouldn't want to kill anything while I am in this house.... even a devil has the right to live at least...' Harute thought, as he looked up from his (well, for him, at least... that whole conversation took Harute only 1.5 seconds in real time.) long conversation.

"Ok... Since, everyone is going to there rooms... I'll go look for mine..." Harute said as 2 of the beings in the room went out seeming to have missed what he had said. 'I want a good bath anyways...' he thought as he start out of the room.

Once out of the room, Harute looked for a good room to take. Finally, he found a room on 2nd floor he found to his liking. It had a good sized window and a bed. However, the aspect Harute like most about the room was the books that overflowed one side of the wall and a comfortable looking sofa. 'I guess my year coming might not be such a terrible mess, after all...' Harute thought as he looked around. Then, he walked to the closet on one of the corners. After a few minutes of searching which place held which types of cloths, he pulled out a bath towel, clean cloths, and a bottle of shapoo.

'They do have everything you want, don't they..' thought Harute as he walked out of the room with his bathroom meterials. He did have a bathroom in his room with a small tub but he felt like going into a full sized bathtub. Harute was patrolling Asia when he was called to this mansion so before, he have enjoied the hot water baths from Asia. 'Well, God did say the house will provide everything so, I'm pretty sure I'll find a public bathtub downstares...' Harute thought as he started down to the basement of the building.