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Discord's POV
 
LaOC IX - All Your Heroes Are Whores
 
 

I unfold another note, and try and not look obvious reading it, this time.

 

 
 
They're all really jealous you and Elle are playing doctors and nurses! Or should that be Gods and Angels? I hope you had a shower after.
 
Wet kisses.
 
Michelle

xx

 

 
Shit, they know?

I scribble a note back to her.

 

 

How do they know? Did you open your big mouth again?! And wet kisses? You wish!

 

 

I feel like I'm back in school again, except this time I'm screwing the teacher!

Another one, and I read it again.

 

 
Elle's been acting like she just got world peace. You haven't had a moody fit in two months, and you keep arriving everywhere together. They're not stupid!
What about dry kisses?
 
Mich.
X
 

 

 

 
Dry kisses? I'll ask Elle if she thinks it's ok.
Didn't you tell them we were working on a project or something?
They're not meant to know!
 
Dis
:o(
 
 

 

 

I did tell them you were doing work!
I think a few of them believe me.
But Jude's acting up, so watch out for her.
 
Don't ask Elle, you fucker!
Ok, no kisses.
How about a cheap feel?
 
Mich
:o)
 
 

 

 

If you can get them all believing that me and Elle are just friends, then you can have all the feels you want.
Deal?
 
Jude is gonna get a punch in the face, if she messes with me.
And stop touching my thigh.
 
Discord Knight,
Commander in Chief, of YOU!
 
 
 
 
You used to like me touching your thigh.
Jude will kick your ass, don't mess with her.
Take it as a warning.
 
Michelle.
Blood Angel, and person who broke Discord Knight's nose
 

 

 

'Are we interrupting your message passing?'
 
What?
I look up and see Jude, with some smug grin on her face.
Stupid bitch.
 
'It's ok, Jude, I'm ignoring you, so you're not interrupting. Carry on.'
 
Elle starts coughing as she almost inhales her latté fluff.
Everyone else looks like they want to either laugh, or see the two of us take up battle positions.
I'm cool with either.
 
Jude grits her teeth, then turns to Elle, like a real snitch.
 
'Your eminence, should we postpone the meeting until we can have everyone's attention?'
 
Elle throws me her 'behave' look.
Fuck it.
 
'No, Jude. Dizzy? We need your attention on this matter, yes?'
 
Great, now I get told off.
 
Fuckin' the teacher doesn't come with the perks I'd imagined.
 
Elle's POV
 

'Would you like me to show you the details, your eminence?'

'No, it's ok, Dizzy filled me in last night.'

I give her a little wink, and watch as she spits her drink out of her mouth.
Then, when I think the room can't get anymore intrigued, she flushes deep crimson, and sinks down in her seat.
Michelle starts chuckling to herself, and gives her a nudge.
This of course, sets her off again, and she knocks her drink over, causing everyone to quickly rip their laptops off the desk.
 
Did I cause all this?
I am pleased with myself!
 
'Maybe we should postpone this meeting, your eminence, until a certain Angel has managed to control herself in your presence?'
 
Oh, Jude, you are skating on very thin ice with me.
She's always been a difficult Angel.
The only reason she's not down there with Lucy is because we didn't have enough evidence of her betrayal, during The Battle.
 
'I've has enough of you, Jude. Get on with your boring as shit presentation, so I can do something more interesting; like brush my wings.'
 
Pistols at dawn.
Jude and Dizzy are now squaring off against each other, and everyone else is backing away.
My naughty girls.
 
'Borrowed wings, Discord. You're not even pure!'
 
Before I can tell them both to shut up, Dizzy has grabbed Jude and thrown her over the table.
Papers and books fly everywhere, adding to the chaos.
This is not how the monthly forecast is meant to go!
 
'Dizzy, Jude! Desist this at once!'
 
Of course, no one's listening to me.
I'm only God, why would they?
David and Marc try to split them up, one on each of my girls.
Oh, now none on each of my girls, as the boys are catapulted off them.
 
'Stop it! Dizzy!'
 
She pauses, as she looks over to me.
Which is not something she should have done.
Because Jude punches her, straight in the face, spinning her round like something from a Kung-Fu movie.
 
And that's when things go from bad to worse.
 
 
 
In the most catastrophic way possible.