Howdy ya'll! sorry that we haven't been writing a lot lately but with school starting everything's been really messed up and we've been having a hard time getting away from hw and tests... :S sorry again. That's just the way things go... unfortunately. But here you go another chapter! Enjoy and R&R!

~Chapter 4~

The arrangement was hastily agreed to. Although somewhat wary of the true intentions of the conspicuous females it was still a better arrangement then the two demon brothers could have ever hoped to wish for. Damion had his own agenda to attend to as well and the main aspect of his plot had yet to be taken from his grasp. An agreement was signed in blood, as it is protocol, and the slayers were divided up to be taken by their respective "Masters".

Gatti, Viole, and Dalet disappeared in a whirl of fire with Satan, Fate took Guimel by the hand and they both faded out of the room leaving behind a slight shimmer and finally Gaia placed a hand on Chesta's shoulder and they were whisked away by a gust of wind. Miguel and Dilandau were left alone with the Master of Evil, their new "Master", Damion.

"Well," said Damion, with a pleased smirk on his face. "I think we should all get some rest. Tomorrow you two will be taken by Gaia to a small class. We like to call it "Basic Knowledge 101".

She'll tell you how thinks work around here, what to expect in the near future, give you your class schedules, and show you around the school. Then, the real test begins."

He waved his hand in an uncaring manner and they were suddenly in a hallway with identical doors lining each side. On one side the doors had numbers written in green and on the other the numbers where in a red-black colour.

"You boys are mine so I'll put you in #13666 on this side, obviously." he gestured towards the side with the red-black coloured doors. "Don't forget your number and colour. It'll be important later on."

Dilandau's elegant brow furrowed, "you mean were going to be SHARING a room? I don't even get my own! A general does not share a room with his soldiers." Miguel seemed to sink into the back round when he said this and Damion started to laugh.

"What do you think this is a hotel? Of course you'll be sharing a room, you can fight over who gets the bed, or of course, you could share… you have one shower one bed one sink, now, now, don't look at me like that! Down here we are not used to accommodating people and we can't afford to give out more than one room, you will just have to make do as is!"

Miguel was getting paler and paler by the second and he didn't dare look at Dilandau whom he knew was seething mad. Luckily they had arrived at the room by that time and Damion reached into his pocket and drew out a black key on a black chain and started to hand it to Miguel only to have it snatched out of his hand by Dilandau. Damion grabbed Dilandau's wrist and squeezed,

"That was rude Dilandau I don't want to see it again, understood?"

Pain scarred Dilandau's face as he nodded slowly, swallowing hard. When Damion let go there was a purple-black ring around Dilandau's wrist. Damion smirked and opened one of his portals with a nonchalant swish of one of his deadly hands; stepping through and vanishing from sight.

Dilandau straitened himself and looked at his door; it was number 13666, deep red in colour. He stuck the key in and turned it with surprising ease. They walked inside and found a twin sized bed with black silk sheets. They closed the door behind them. Miguel walked over towards the bed and sat down, sighing with pleasure.

"We are NOT sharing a bed Miguel. Get. Up. Now." Dilandau's arms were crossed in a very matter of fact way and all Miguel could do was sigh again and crawl on to the floor and sit. He knew better than to ask for any of the blankets. Dilandau sat silently on the bed and rubbed his wrist pensively looking around. The room was a glossy combination of black and red. Flames were the theme, and there were pictures on the wall of fiery places that Dilandau assumed were parts of Hell. There was a black, marble cabinet in one corner of the room next to a small desk. A door on one of the walls led to a bathroom no windows and no other exit besides the door the came in from. Dilandau finally relaxed and laid down on the bed. Staring at the ceiling, he allowing the day's events free reign of his mind.

Miguel curled up in a corner on the floor and let sleep overcome him.

~Gaia's Realm~

Chesta arrived quite suddenly in the middle of a quiet emerald forest. I deer was watching him curiously from behind a nearby tree. There were animals all over the place that were watching him but he didn't find it unnerving. It was actually quite comforting to be under the watch of Gaia's creatures. After a short time of gazing around in wonder Chesta realized that the deer had wondered over and was now comfortably nestled beside Gaia who was sitting in a small clearing nearby. Her outfit had changed to a light green flowing gown, flowers encircling her hair to form a beautiful bun with pieces falling elegantly out in various places. The dress was transparent but appeared so natural that there was no discomfort or embarrassment for the observer.

Sensing his gaze she looked up at him and smiled sweetly. "If you're finished looking around you are welcome to come and sit with us." She gently stroked the deer's nose and looked back up at him.

"Her name is Artemis. Named after one of my very good friends, the goddess of the wild. She passed on not long ago and left me with her powers."

Chesta walked over to her and Artemis looking a bit bewildered.

"But I thought that Gods and Goddess's are immortal. How could she have passed on?"

Gaia smiled again. "We are immortal until we no longer wish for our "powers". As you can imagine it doesn't occur often but when a God or Goddess grows tired of their position up here they are reincarnated as a mortal on earth. They are then judged as any other and are given their place in either Heaven or Hell. Usually they will pass on their powers to an offspring of theirs or another Goddess's but in this case there was no one else to take her place and since my position was so closely linked to hers I was given her "powers". I named this beauty here after her as a token of my appreciation and friendship."

Chesta sat down beside the two, still trying to comprehend all that had occurred over the day and trying to understand his current situation. He gazed over at his new "master?" she most certainly didn't seem like any warlord. She was a Goddess of course but not of war or combat even, but of birth and life. What use could she have of him?

"Ummm… excuse me but I was wondering if you could possible tell me why it is that you wanted to take me? I know you have your reasons but I just can't figure it out."

She giggled a bit at looked him directly in the eye before answering.

"I'm afraid that I cannot yet revel my true intentions. You will do well here, I know. Come, I will take you to your lodgings. A bit finer than that of your companions that have remained with Damion and Satan. We've been trying to get them to renovate for their fighters but they have always said that it would ruin their reputations. I suppose they have a point, but still."

She stood up and walked over to small lake. The water started spinning and a staircase appeared in the middle of it that would take them to Chesta's room, #14999, emerald green.