The reason she screamed was because of my demon, obviously.
I would like to say it was because of his good looks, but I think his demonic claws or blue feathered wings are more likely the culprit.
It's different from the wings I saw in the from the demons atop that carriage, whose were draconic and matte black in color.
I wonder what the reason for the difference is, is it regional?
Or is it racial?
Has there been race wars against demons with different colored and formed wings?
But more importantly, are there any racial slurs I can learn?
Cassandra started to look at me with eyes that could be considered pleading.
Oh, Cass is still here and possibly terrified.
She fell over, collapsing on the crimson red dirt to her knees.
I felt bad that I didn't attempt to help her up, but this is kind of what she deserved.
I mean, she's wearing heels.
You know what that field trip was for, we were going to a farmland.
A dirty farmland, and she decided to wear heels.
You see, in a farmland there is this material very elusive to rich kids like Cassy over here, they might never ever see it in their entire lifespan, us commoners call it mud.
It's quite common in a farmland, contrary to unpopular belief.
And it has this strange property; it causes heavy objects to sink on it. Now that creates an instability in footing. When you have less area of applied contact with the ground with a large of amount of mass relative to the space of contact, it amplifies this instability.
In other words, don't bring high heels in mud you facking dumbass!
Although I was just clowning on her intelligence earlier, I don't actually believe she's stupid enough to not understand this fact, after all it's fairly common knowledge.
I would like to think she was rather trying to impress someone, but who?
I didn't think she get another boyfriend with what happened to the last one.
Maybe she was forced to, rich parents are weird like that.
But who would be good enough?
Everyone except me in our class is borderline ugly, her last boyfriend had the looks but his mind wasn't in a safe place, so she didn't see him again.
Oh my god, it can't be.
Is it me?
I am perfect in every way, but I'm sorry, I'm going to have to reject your marriage proposal.
You're just not good enough, you may be rich, but as I said before, you're a facking dumbass.
I mean, what smart person cares more about their appearance then their own welfare?
It's not like I don't care about my appearance, but what use is there in being a 10/10 while being six feet under?
Your health comes first, always.
Something your last boyfriend didn't seem to understand.
I unconsciously smirked at that last thought.
I began to answer her question, "That's Caelus, a native here." I said to her with a gentle smile, blood sightly seeping from the indents of my expression.
She immediately jumped backwards in apprehension and fright.
"Oh this?" I said while placing my right hand to my face, smearing iron blood across the tips of my fingers and then letting the hand fall to my side.
"It's nothing, I just got injured earlier." I said, smiling less to not become a bleeding mess.
"A native?" Arthur asked me
I put both my pointer fingers up in the air and slightly arched my straight posture backwards, "Forgot to elaborate, we got transplanted onto an alien world and these guys are the residents here." I said gently while placing my hands to my side and curling my left pointer finger.
Arthur slightly lifted his left brown haired eyebrow while gently unfolded his left dirtied palm towards me, "Uh, Jeane? That's no alien, that's a demon." He said to me, genuinely thinking I of all people could be fooled.
I then narrowed my blood-red eyes at him, looking like I just observed the most ludicrously and ridiculously stupid phrase I ever heard.
Upon my stare he instinctively recoiled slightly back, Cass didn't even notice it, but I look for these cues.
I sighed exasperatedly while putting my right palm on my face, "Don't be a fool, Arthur. Are you really going to prosecute the locals of an alien planet because they're ever so slightly similar to that of a scripture written 2,000 years ago and probably penned on marijuana? It's ridiculous, aren't you always going on rants like prejudice is bad and we should judge people for how they are? The feelings you are feeling now are the reason why prejudice exists in the first place." I said, slightly smirking under my hand.
Arthur looked taken aback, "What! You think prejudice and racism is good!" He exclaimed at me, his pale fists slightly clenching up.
I lifted my left hand and relaxed my wrist at him, "You missed the point entirely, as per usual. Don't be a hypocrite of what you praise. Calling him a demon is racist, don't be racist." I explained, using cavewoman Jeane speech.
"Eh." He said in a stifled manner, like the words were caught in his slim throat.
I rolled my eyes at the nonsense that I created and gestured my demon to speak, "I am Caelus, a Wayfinder of planet Wayfindarius Tempustus, I have come to eat your brains." My demon said with an overly proud smile.
My face immediately paled, since my albinism made me as pale as humanly possible, it thankfully wasn't noticeable.
It looks like someone didn't understand the assignment.
I smirked, then turned my smirk into a concealed smile before opening my mouth to explain, "He's just joking. That would give him brain prions. So be assured that he won't actually eat your brains." I said while gesturing with my right hand.
I began to walk towards my failure of an actor while gesturing the others to walk with me.
I opened my mouth and began to smile before speaking once more, "According to Caelus, there are portals back to earth, but the closest one isn't really that close." I said, my smile purposefully falling.
"187.9876 quiqos." I responded like they knew what I was talking about.
Cass's face immediately turned into a scowl, "The fuck is a quiqtos!" She yelled, surprisingly. I didn't consider anything I said to be anything to lose your composure over, but I guess that's just me.
I turned my head slowly and shrugged, "No idea. I tried to have him explain it to me in miles or even in kilometers but he said he had no idea what I'm talking about." I said while shaking my head sadly
The demon grinned at us, his left side of fangs showing as he gave us a assuring gesture with his left hand and beckoned us to follow him, "Aww, come one 187 quiqos isn't that, that far. You'll make it, if you're not killed beforehand." He said happily, as if he just didn't remind all the others of their deaths.
A tear came to my eye, it was beautiful.
We started to walk upon the blood red dirt, a direction I claimed to be southward just because I wanted to look cool.
The crimson skies loomed overhead, the walking eventually became painful, so we had to stop. Cass and Arthur had to get the blood-red dirt out of their shoes, it was getting through their socks and wedging itself into their skin and resonating intently, the horror even caused cass to faint, faint!
I started to laugh slightly and shook my head, starting to take the dirt pebbles out of her feet, the aftermath looked horrible, I was kind of rough with pulling them out, since I didn't like her character, but it still would have been bad either way.
As for why she got it so bad, she was wearing heels.
Arthur was able to take out the dirt by himself, since he didn't faint.
Examining the dirt I realized that it was originally black, the red-tint came from feasting on people's blood.
It seemed to be some demonic organism, like a satanic land barnacle, with a hard exterior that masked it's fleshy insides.
Looking at the fields of blood-red dirt I came to realize that this place had quite the history.
As for me, I was wearing boots with my pants legs tucked inside them, since we were going to a farmland after all.
The only reason Arthur got some in his shoes was because he was wearing sneakers, like he always is and they typically tend to have low covering.
I bent my knees above Cass's head and started repeatedly smacking her face, I didn't really care if this woke her up, I just thought it would be fun.
I just planned to use the excuse of waking her up as justification for if anyone asked what I was doing and then going all serious on them, saying: every second she lays here is another second we could die, or something like that.