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Demon Realm ABC part 2

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A short update, but hey... The later letters are a bit hard to write about. This is better than nothing.
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K is for Kelloth
Kelloth burst into Agas's office, loudly declaring, “Surprise inspection!”
She wasn't surprised at the lack of reaction she received. She had done this too many times to count. Normally, a khord-daeva ranks lower than the daeva they serve and would not be allowed to do this. Kelloth, however, was a special case. She holds as much power over the Spenjahgra unit as Agas does. The only reason why she was not appointed as the eighth daeva was because the oracle had sternly warned the other daevas not to name new daevas unless one of them died.
She has always made sure to make full use of her special privileges on her daeva.
When Kelloth turned towards the daeva's desk, the sight that greeted her made her pause. She blinked, trying to take in what she was looking at. She tilted her head, then blinked again just to be sure. There was a miniature house made of piles of paper and parchment, with a few scrolls serving as decorative pillars, sitting on the desk.
She shook her head. Someone obviously had too much time on his hands, and, if the sound of shuffling papers was any indication, that someone is going to receive a little talking-to from her. She made her way to the desk and peered behind the paper house. Sure enough, Agas was sitting there, surrounded by paper flowers.
Kelloth said nothing for a moment, as she watched him pick up a document from a pile and scan through its contents. When he began to fold up the document, she couldn't keep quiet anymore and cleared her throat. “What are you doing?”
Agas gave her a brief smile, then returned his attention to the paper he was folding. “Making a backyard for the house.”
“With formal documents?” she asked incredulously. “And here I thought you like to keep everything organized.”
“I like to keep reports organized, yes,” Agas said, “But inane ramblings can go burn for all I care.”
She raised an eyebrow at his reply. “Ramblings?”
“Aesma needs to stop hiring poets as scribes. I understand his appreciation for literature mastery, but this is too much.”
He said nothing more until he finished folding the flower – she recognized it as a rose – and placed it among the others. Finally giving her his full attention, he pointed at the house and flowers, saying, “All these are made out of just the Asto-Widhatu district reports. That's all the explanation needed, really.”
Kelloth's eyes widened. “Are you serious?”
“Very serious,” Agas sighed. He rose from his seat and stretched as he continued, “Every single report is practically a book
of poetry. How they managed to write something that long based on such little information is beyond me. No wonder they always take so long to submit their reports. If this is what the summary looks like, I shudder to think what the full reports are like! I had to rewrite the reports just so I won't confuse myself in the future.”
He then moved to her side and draped an arm around her shoulders. “I'm glad to be done with that garbage. I'm officially on break now,” he said, pressing a kiss to her temple, “If I still had to do my rounds on top of that, I think I'm going to die. I don't know how I survived 500 years without your help.”
“Oh, cut out the sap! You probably don't even know there's such thing as  “break” before,” she grinned, “And why didn't you go find me when you're done? Is the paper house more interesting than me?”
Agas pulled an exaggeratedly offended expression. “Of course not!” he huffed, “I simply didn't want to  ruin your fun terrorizing the new recruits.”
“Why, you!” she laughed, smacking his arm, “I don't terrorize them! I discipline them.”
“Same difference.”
“Hey, I'm not Aesma, so it's very different.”
“If you want to say so,” he smirked and she smacked his arm again.
“Now, if you're done hitting me,” he said, ignoring the glare she shot at him, “What do you say we run to the human world for a little while? We haven't been there in a while, have we?”
Kelloth brightened at the idea. “Ooh,  yes, let's do that! I want to see Shadwood again; I hope it's still around. And Thais. And maybe we can visit Te'ijal, if she's home,” she rattled, “And maybe the kids. Their descendants, I mean. Think we would run into any of them?”
Agas chuckled. “One at a time, Rhen. We don't want to be gone for too long.”
Kelloth - or rather, Rhen - groaned. “Fine. We go to Thais first, then. I want to see how it looks like nowadays. I bet the goddess has sunk half of the continent this time because the land grew too big.”
“Whatever you say,” he grinned. “Race you to the portal?”
“Sure, but no Warping.”
“Fine by me.”
“Okay, on the count of three. One, two, three!”
The two barreled through the door and sped off.

L is for Language
Zarich first discovered his love for languages when he learned the Speech. The felqennaqoi speak to one another with their minds. Only when they communicate with Others that they use the Speech. He liked the way his mouth twisted and stretched into funny shapes when he spoke. That was the main reason why he loved learning to speak new languages. Every
language has their own unique patterns and he really really liked practicing them. Giggling childishly to himself, he began to recite the elfish poetry he just found in the library, ignoring the irritated glare Aesma shot at him.

M is for Mother
The green things were staring at her. Again. Well, the pale one was. The bright one was busy trying to make slime come out of its mouth again, and luckily for her, failing miserably.
Nanghaithya just came by not too long ago to check on her spawn. Indra wished he would hurry up and find the answer already. She had no idea what to do with the creatures. If the spawn turned out to be his, she would tell him to take them.
Then the pale spawn said “umm”.
She froze. She knew that word to be another term for urmmav. “Mother”. A female being who brought forth children into existence. For some reason hearing that gave her a sinking feeling in her abdomen. Was it the feeling they call worry? Anxiety? Dread? Fear? She didn't  understand why. She knew she produced the spawn. She may not like it, but she knew all the same. So why did the spawn calling her “mother” make her feel this way?
The spawn said “umm” again, and this time its bright twin joined. Then the two began to repeat the word
over and over like an incantation.
Indra couldn't bear it anymore. She bolted.

N is for News
There was a poof, and there was smoke. Agas didn't have to look to know that it was Nanghaithya.
“What do you want?” Agas asked without taking his eyes off his paperwork.
“You may or may not just gained a new sibling,” Nanghaithya said, the glee in his voice unmistakably clear.
“I heard the gossip. So it's true that Indra gave birth?”
“Actually, it's more like they just plopped out of her body.”
“'They'?” the younger daeva asked, finally looking at his guest, an eyebrow raised.
“She had twins.”
Agas couldn't help but imagine two mini-clones of Indra dripping out from somewhere under that watery dress of hers. He wasn't sure if it was funny or disgusting. Shaking his head, he asked, “And this happened how, exactly?”
“That's what I'm trying to find out,” Nanghaithya replied with such delight that Agas was certain he was seeing smiling faces floating around Nanghaithya's head.
“Anything else?” Agas asked.
“No. I'll be out of your hair in a second.”
As Nanghaithya turned to leave, Agas called, “Do keep me updated about this.”
“Why?”
“I want to know who to congratulate. Also whether or not I actually have a new sibling that I could actually know.”
Rhen wandered in after Nanghaithya left, with a disgruntled-looking rookie in tow. “I smell smoke. Was Doctor Dreadlocks here?”
“Yep,” Agas said, smiling slightly.
“What did he do?”
“Just dropping news.”
“What news?”
“You may or may not just gained a brother or sister-in-law that you would actually know this time.”
“Oh...” Pause. “Wait, what?”
Continuation of this: [link]
YAY.
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And there you have it. The next batch. I can't make it to the 10-letter block I originally planned. O, P, Q, R, S are hard to write :/

So. Nobody called Kelloth = Rhen? I'm surprised! Either they care too little about this story, didn't catch the brief mention of Kelloth in the drunk Tawrich segment, or they just don't remember that Kelloth is Rhen's demon name. It's even a canon thing too! The AV1 bad ending tells us that Dameon's demon name is Hajetus (yes, Agas Saga readers, kaz didn't make this name) and Rhen's is Kelloth.

Agas makes origami. For shiz and giggles. BECAUSE HE CAN. (The one thing I and Agas share other than our names: love for origami!)

Asto-Widhatu is the district Aesma is in charge with, in case I wasn't clear. Just like how Agas's is "Spenjahgra".

Umm is read “oom” like in “room"; NOT “um” as in “jump”. Also, Indra is a very inexperienced mom. Off topic note, Pale-spawn is Saurva's spawn. Well Saurva and Indra's, naturally, but still. Bright-spawn's origins remains to be seen.
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Ronear's avatar
Hilarious. Plz continue