"Oh! My Demon!" by R. Zane Richards This storyline is mainly based on the series owned and copyrighted by Kosuke Fujishima, "Oh! My Goddess!" The characters of Keiichi Morisato, Belldandy, Urd, Skuld, Peorth and others are all owned by him, and I am not doing this for money or other profit...the main character and Jen are my creations. *************************** Most Saturdays I simply sit in a near empty computer lab, emailing people and listening to music. It's a nice boring job. Nothing ever really happens and I do get paid, so I don't mind making sure no computer suddenly decides to get up and walk out. Well I got up this morning thinking "Jeez, life is grand". Not even the tiniest clue as to what awaited me once I got to work. I went in, got everything up and running...normal, like I said. Until I checked my email...then things got, well, odd. I noticed an email from Jen, a good friend of mine, which really isn't anything too special in and of itself. Until I noticed what her email said. She'd finally gotten a better job, she'd said. And it did involve theatre(she graduated from here as a theatre performance major) which I was happy to see. But, she then wrote, I had to move. You won't believe where I ended up! And my new friends are really nice! Well, one of them is, her sisters are a little strange. It's really nice here, maybe I can convince my, umm, boss to let you come up and see! Come *up* and see? She had me intrigued now. Then I noticed the email address...it read "Jen@yggdrasil.co.jp". What??? I read on... "I only recently arrived here so I'm going to be busy with on the job training, in Japan!! Ain't it great! And I know how bad you want to go back to Japan, so maybe when I'm done I can help you get here!" Uh...in Japan?? "I have *such* a story to tell you when you get here!! You won't believe it!" Somehow I knew it was probably the truth. My best friend, in Japan, doing God only knows what(I felt a funny little twinge at that for some reason). Suddenly I received a second email, and I figured this was her again. She say she was only playing a prank or something...but it wasn't. The second address read simply "Mara@aohell.com" and under the subject it read "Have I got a deal for you..." Why wouldn't that funny little twinge go away? **Oh! My Demon!** Chapter 1 ***************** I decided *not* to look at the second email, it just gave me a creeping feeling that it *wanted* me to look at it. So I trashed it, which I still haven't decided was a good or bad decision to this day. I just hit the reply button on Jens message and wrote something short and friendly(of course)probably telling how happy I was for her. And some advice about this or that and closed off telling her good luck! Looking back now, it must have seemed rather funny to her. The day went on as normal, the usual 3 or 4 people showed up at the lab. I sat and listened to music on Napster and searched for songs that I hadn't heard in a while. After I closed up shop, I headed off for dinner. I then realized I hadn't checked my real mail yet. When I did, I almost wished I hadn't. There was a rather cute envelope, with no return address and my name written in flowing beautiful script. I was rather suprised, and of course I thought It was some secret admirer(hey, a guy can dream, can't he?). I put in my coat, and went off to get something to eat, leaving it to open later in my room. That evening, all excited, I opened up the letter to find a single piece of paper. On the paper, which had the 'hello kitty' motif, was written(in the same flowing penmanship), "Dear Zane, I thought I would write this and invite you personally to visit Jen while she's in training(shhh! it's a secret!)-next to this was drawn a little smiley face- I know you'll be busy this summer with classes, so when you're done, just call this number and ask for me. Sincerely, Belldandy" HUH???(my usual quick response). This was *nuts*, what the heck was going on...I decided to adopt the 'wait and see' attitude, figuring that it would all be explained sooner or later. How funny that seems to me, now. Spring came and went...yada yada. I'm not the poetic type, so I'll just say time passed by. Eventually after enduring the horrors of our senior core class( a research paper on the problem of paper cuts?! I'll just say that I had *nothing* to do with picking that topic!) I was sitting in my room, doing nothing and thinking about going to the lab, where I had been working during the summer. Hey, when you find a good job, you don't let it go for nothing. I was listening to 'Weird' Al, when I got a call from the mailroom. They had a package for me, and I needed to come down and sign for it while the delivery guy was there. I said I would, and hung up. That odd little twinge had returned, but I thought nothing of it hoping it would go away. A package?? I hadn't ordered anything. Maybe it was a mistake. I got to the mailroom where, lo and behold, there *was* a package with my name on it...in the same writing as the letter I'd received earlier that year. Ohhhhkay. Something was up, and I wasn't sure If I liked it or not. I took it over to the snack bar to open it, and get something to drink(no, not *that* kind of drink although it would have been nice). I took a deep breath, and opened the small package. I hardly weighed anything. I soon found out why. In it was a small digital phone and a phone number. On a note was written "I hope this isn't being too bold, but I thought maybe your phone wasn't working. You haven't called yet, and I was beginning to worry! Hope to hear from you soon!" It was signed "Belldandy". ***Oh! My Demon!*** chapter 3 ******************* I was sitting in my room, debating if I should use the phone or not. And who was this 'Belldandy'? What did she have to do with Jen? I needed to clear my head for awhile, so I went for a short walk down to the computer lab to play solitaire and meditate on all this for awhile. I just *had* to check my email again. And there was a message from "Mara@aohell.com" again. This time under the subject was a rather ominous title "You NEED to read this! Urgent". What the hell? This knocked me off my train of thought so completely. Damn, who was this 'Mara' and why did he/she(?) need me to read the email. I got the same weird feeling as before. I needed to make a decision, now. I would call, but from my room. Just in case, a voice said. In case of what?? I thought back. So I got to my room, picked up the slim black phone as if it were fate itself, and steeled myself for whatever came next. Of all the things I was imagining, what I got was not what I expected. What I got was a very pleasant female voice on the other end. "Moshi moshi, Morisato desu." "Uh, hi??" I answered. "Hmm? Oh, it's you Zane! Goodness, I'm glad you called, I was beginning to..." "Can I ask you something" I said, cutting her off, " I need to know just what the heck is going on here. I almost didn't call, because this happens to look really strange from my point of view." "Oh, I'm sorry, I guess I should have told you more in the letter," she spoke, "but I wasn't sure how much to tell actually. If you'd like you can come and visit and I'm sure we can answer any question you'd have." A little voice in my head told me that she indeed *was* telling the truth. How odd that I would somehow know that. "Wait a second, I don't have the money for a ticket and I'm not sure it would be a good idea for me to visit...I mean...Look at it from my perspective. This all seems really strange." "Please, I... Wait, why don't I just come to you first, and I can explain things better!" "Huh? Isn't that kind of a waste of money?" I asked. She then threw a real monkey wrench into the cogs in my head. "No, not at all!" Belldandy laughed lightly, "Just tell me if you have a mirror nearby." "Um, yes...why? What do you need a mirror for?" "For this." I heard her voice say. Wait a second...her voice hadn't come through the phone this time. It had some from behind me. Slowly and in a rather stiff manner I turned around. There was a rather beautiful young woman, with long, light brown hair, and some strange blue, diamond shaped markings on her forehead and just below the eyes(which by the way nearly matched the blue of her 'tattoos) leaning halfway through my mirror looking around at the mess that was my room. She looked like she desperately wanted to clean my room but was unsure if she should ask.. My mind basically did two flips, a flop, and a half gainer through the floor. As I stood there, she pulled herself out of the mirror, and gracefully floated to the floor, straightening her rather plain dress (and apron??) and hair out. Then she bowed politely, "Sorry if I suprised you. My name is Belldandy, and I am a Goddess, 1st class, unlimited license." In the state my mind was in, she could have announced that she was Chelsea Clinton and she'd come for a lap dance & I wouldn't have noticed.