SCALES-30

"So...you're getting trained by Eversio and King Lucifer?"

"Yeah." I sighed, "It's a long story."

Manni dug her fork into the salad she was eating and ate a tomato.

"That's going to be a problem."

I looked at her quizzically.

"Why's that?"

She put down her fork and held up her hands as if in preparation for an explanation.

"You're getting two guys, father and son, to teach you how to fight."

"...yes."

"Their combat style is probably exactly the same! What you need is diversity. And a teacher who's actually remotely accommodative."

"Are you...saying something, Manni?" I asked, glad that she hadn't started talking about shopping.

"Yes!" she replied, "Great idea! I'll teach you too! It'll give me something to do, since I live here and all."

I stared.

"You live here?"

"My old place burned down by accident. Eversio said it'd be okay for me to stay here."

Of course he did.

"When are your lessons, then?" I asked, picking at the scabs forming on my hands. 

"How about right now?" she asked excitedly, standing up.

It only took a glare to get her to sit back down.

"I've had my share of exercise today." I glowered, "I want ice cream."

I was about to wave over one of the waiters (we were in the dining hall-looked more like a snazzy modern restaurant) when Manni put down my hand.

"If you expect to build any muscle you're going to have to control what you eat."

I looked at her incredulously.

"What do you expect me to eat?"

"Lean meat. Maybe an egg?"

I tried not to gawk. I failed.

"This just keeps getting better."

"You'll thank me later." she offered, waving over a waiter.

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I plopped into my four-poster bed exhausted. I'd cleaned up, put bandages on my various cuts and did my best to find a position in which things hurt less.

It was then that I noticed an old phone sitting on the nightstand, and wondered if I could call my parents with it.

'Hi mom, dad, I got pulverized by Satan, but otherwise things are going great! Oh, and I was almost assassinated and thrown off of a tower! Not to mention the fact that Satan is trying to get himself a lovechild with me!'

Yeah, right. There was nothing I could say. Besides.

If they wanted to stay in contact they shouldn't have sold me. 

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