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Ch 13: News 6 at 7:06

Vincent pulled out his sword and slashed at Lestat, who had just finished kicking Michael into the pillar. The 2nd battle of the gallery was on.

Meanwhile, Hell’s news station had come on air; a female demon in a dice dress was behind the anchor’s desk “Today, Hell has lost a valued member of its community.” She said regretfully and a picture of the Minotaur Michael slew appeared behind her “Steve Garter, castle greeter and practical joker was brutally murdered when,” she paused, trying to calm down “like he did everyday, opened the gate for the knocker and attempted to have some good humor with them.” She wiped her eyes, “This is a very emotional time for all of us, Steve being an active member of the community.” She sniffed “After the break, we will speak with a close friend of Steve.” She told the audience and it cut to break.
After a few commercials for cream that worked wonders for hell fire burns (located just out of your reach), the news came back on and a male demon was sitting across from another Minotaur “Hello, this is Hai Schadenfreude, I am talking to Mike Taurier, a long time friend of the late Steve Garter.” He told the camera and held his hand out to Mike “I’m so sorry for your loss.” He said as introduction and they shook hands.
Mike wiped away tears “His wife and kids are the ones who are truly suffering.” He told Hai.
He nodded in the faux sympathetic way news men nod. “Can you tell me about Steve?” He asked Mike.
“He was a great guy, knew him since we were kids. Always had a smile and helped those less fortunate.” He wiped away the tears again. “He was always joking around with the new arrivals. I always told him to be careful, but he was always like ‘nah, it’s all in good humor’ and then he would laugh.” Mike was close to tears “It’s just hard to believe he is gone.” Mike broke down in tears.
“Thank you for talking with us.” Hai comforted him, whatever tears he cried were those of a crocodile “Back to you Dedecra.” He said to the camera.
It went back to the female demon, Dedecra “Steve Garter was 34 and left behind a wife and three children.” She said and went to the next story “Next, plans for the opening ceremony of the newly completed tenth circle.” She acted like nothing had happened.

The fighting raged on as Lestat managed to fend off the group with martial arts and jumped back “No one will save you now!” he yelled and held out his hands “Adonis blast!” he cried and shot a huge beam of energy down the middle of the room.
Michael rolled out of the way since he was the only one in the line of fire. Izazu was talking to a camera man from channel 6 who had given him a cookie. Diamond and Vincent, were moving to gang up on Lestat and launched their attack after the blast was fired.
Lestat repelled the two with an aura blast fueled by rage and he saw his floor “You monsters!” he cried again in pain. The floor was reduced to a boiling and bubbling marble; the blast knocked some marble up onto a portrait of Lestat and melted through it.
Michael was the only one who noticed this and got an idea. He drew Nirvana, praying his gambit would succeed. He dipped Nirvana into the marble as he charged Lestat. The pretty boy threw a punch at Michael that left his face exposed, the punch connected and then boiling marble splattered on Lestat’s face and stuck like plaster when the Nirvana came up as Michael flew back.
Lestat grabbed his face in agony when the marble hit it. He looked at the door that was locked in desperation; he burst it open and ran through without a second thought “Rosie!” he cried as he ran down the connecting hallway and out of sight.
Michael clutched his chest and slumped against the wall, his body felt like the marble was burning it in a sensation too painful to even scream. He wasn’t able to open his mouth without screaming as marble dripped off of Nirvana.
Diamond came up to him and knelt down “Nirvana is an extension of your soul.” She explained while she washed off Nirvana with her water magic “That’s what lets you use souls, but it also transfers pain done to it to you.”
The pain began to subside with the water rushing over the blade “So no boiling marble then?” Michael asked feeling better.
“Nope,” Diamond said and patted him on the shoulder “Don’t worry, Nirvana won’t break as long as your soul doesn’t.” she attempted to comfort him.
“Lovely.” Michael sighed.
Vincent looked into the newly opened door way “Guess we have a new way forward,” he commented and looked to the rest who, Izazu being the exception, weren’t ready to fight, and neither was he for that matter. “Let’s rest for awhile.” He sat down to rest. Izazu ate his cookie as the cameraman left.

In the master’s keep, the man grinned as the news was over, this time a large and imposing man in robes with brilliant white wings sat across from him “What is the meaning of this, Beelzebub?” The man demanded to know “You told me–” He was cut off.
“Keep your feathers straight.” Beelzebub said calmly and sighed “This is a game of patience.” He flicked his hair back.
“You and your damned games.” The man said folding his arms.
Beelzebub but looked at him with a withering stare “You will have your prize, and I will have mine.” He said, got up and walked over to the man “all good things in time, Ireul, all good things in time.” He patted Ireul on the shoulder and with that, he silenced his co-conspirator.