Laying Down the Law!

Laying Down the Law!  
An OC fic for FiretheFlame.  
Both characters involved are OCs for


Fire Darkness Flame sat in the rafters of an abandoned warehouse.  There was usually a place like this in most big cities.  It was a good place for a demigod to hide out and relax.  Sometimes she just needed that.

But it seems she wouldn’t be getting that today.  

“FLAME!  I know you’re in here!”

Her eyes shot open.  She knew that voice.  “Bloody Raven.”  Fire whispered.  She peeked down to the floor.  

There he was, clad in his usual suit and hat.  His clawed arm waving around wildly.  His crystal eyes flashed angrily.  He was scanning the warehouse for her.  But something seemed… off.  

“Flame! *hic*  Where you at?”  Raven took a step forward, and almost stumbled.  “Who put that there?”  *hic*

It was empty floor.  A whiff of alcohol made its way into Fire’s nose.  “…He’s drunk?”  She realized.  

She watched him stumble around a bit before getting fed up and jumping down.  “Raven!”  

Bloody Raven turned at her voice, but in his drunken state, he almost lost his balance and staggered a bit.  “Flame!  Flame of Fire The Flame!”  *hic*  He pointed dramatically at her with his claw tonight you…  You will….  What was I gonna say again?”  He scratched his head with an empty bottle that he had in his normal hand.  

Fire just facepalmed in embarrassment.  This was her mortal enemy?  How’d she get such luck?  “Raven?  What have you been doing tonight that has gotten you so crunked?’  

“huh?”  *hic*  Raven scratched his head with his regular hand.  “umm…  This guy I kenw was having a bachelor party.  Then we hit a bar for an after party.  The new went to his place for a nightcap…”  He counted down the instances on his claw.  

“…Oh yeah!  Then one of my pies said they saw you go in here!”  He pointed dramatically again.  “Surrender!  You will use your power for my ambitions now!”  He laughed in drunken triumph.  

Then promptly tripped over nothing again.  “What’s with this floor…”  He mumbled.  

Fire sighed.  “I can’t believe one of my own creations would be so… idiotic!”  She exclaimed.  “Not only are you drunk off your own head, you actually had the gall to try and take me on in that condition?!”  

Bloody Raven just stared at her.  “Eh?  What are you talking about?  I can take you any*hic* any *hic* anytime!”  He said, somehow managing to glare her directly in the eyes in the middle of his drunken stupor.  

If only he had been sober, he might have remembered why that was a bad idea.  

Fire growled in annoyance.  “As your creator, I think it’s about time I taught you a lesson in behaving responsibly!”  Her eyes started to glow and a swirling pattern appeared around her irises.  

Bloody Raven Stared at the pattern for a few moments, trying to remember what they meant.  Then it hit him.  “Oh fuuu…..”  It was too late by then.  He was under Fire’s trance.  The beer bottle in his hand dropped to the floor with a clatter.  

“Now…”  Fire stroked her chin thoughtfully.  “What should I do that will drill some sense into that idiot brain of yours…?”  She thought about it for a moment, then looked at the bottle that had fallen to the floor.  She had an idea and smirked.





In a certain city, there is an urban legend.  

For one month, a strange, other worldly being would travel the streets at night.  This figure picked up trash and cleaned up streets of the city until the sun came up.  No one knew why, and it never made its intentions known.  

A few citizens claimed they had been brave enough to approach this figure.  They said he had looked something like a demon, with a clawed right hand and jewel like eyes.  When questioned about his actions, he would ignore them, carrying on like he was in a trance…  

Then one day, he disappeared as abruptly as he had appeared.  But that was the beginning of the legend of the Clean Demon….