Title: Little Nicky: Spawn of Satan - sev7en 2

Author: Snarlsnout

Email: Snarlsnout@yahoo.com

RATING/PAIRING: No doubt "R" (sex & violence); Hey, She's the Spawn of Satan-She can pretty much have anyone She wants. }:o)

SPOILERS: None really...Popular characters/Vague Biblical, Secular Literature and Brad Pitt (& Gwyneth!) movie references...

SUMMARY: Nicole "grows into" Her nickname...

A/N: Oh yeah, I'm SO going to Hell for this one! Better enjoy it...

DISCLAIMER: The WB can go to Hell too! Popular was the Spawn of Ryan Murphy, Touchstone et al; I'm merely writing psalms...

Pt 1 Genesiscide

Um, so in the beginning (of our story...), there was Archangel Ryan--true, not a very omnipotent sounding moniker, but I for one, would hesitate to ridicule it at the risk of being ~smote~.

Archangel (or "Aa") Ryan leaned against the lockers in the hallway at Kennedy High scoping out the babes, and He saw that they were ~fine!~. As the bell tolled for second period, He manifested Nicole Julian (probably starting with a top-of-the-line foundation like Estee Lauder; adding a little blush, some mascara, slather on the lip-gloss etc.)

"Well this just sucks," Nicole said, looking down at Her body; Her outstretched arms, flexing Her dainty fingers barely peeking out from the sleeves of Her fuzzy white cashmere...

"Hardly the dramatic entrance I deserve now is it Jeeves? Why can't I rip My way out of someone's guts like "Alien" or something? Her--" Nicole attempted a spasmodic, pointy motion to an oblivious Mary Cherry en route to class. "She'd've made an excellent host body--I could've fed off that cellulite for weeks!"

"I'm sorry O Nameless One, er, Nicole. The Powers-That-Be are operating under strict budget guidelines here...If We want any dazzling FX later, We'll have to fluff a bit "in the beginning"----Hence: You were created from Your true, pure form and given the body of a teenage girl; We have altered the memory of all the humans You will interact with--as far as they're concerned, You have always existed among them--"

"So these...people...are My friends?" trying on the concept; finding it a tad distasteful.

"--I don't know if I'd go that far..." Aa Ryan muttered, "Er, um, as I said, You have always existed among them. Trust Me, there ~is~ a precedent set for this; We know what We're doing..."

"This form is awkward, although uniquely tantalizing..." Nicole observed as She attempted a few basic motor skills. (Of course to April Tuna, observing from across the hall, it appeared more as some type of aneurism, stroke or epileptic seizure...)

Aa Ryan was developing a sense of wariness; tho He personally could not be seen, perhaps He could have materialized His charge in a less populated area. He led Nicole to the nearest vacant room --trying to remain patient as She made the minor adjustment from cloven hoof to stiletto heel--to continue Her orientation.

"This," He said, arms in a sweeping gesture of the Novak, "Is one of two Points of Mystical Convergence in Southern California."

"Um, it's a toilet..." Nicole grimaced, unimpressed.

"Yes, Your Most Heinous--er, Highness," Aa Ryan muttered. "A slight mishap with a real estate developer trying to renege on a standard "untold wealth for eternal soul" package. Um, on a related note: avoid the mystery meat platter in school caf..."

Nicole, meanwhile, had discovered the mirrors lining an entire wall of the Novak. She was giving the readers with more vivid imaginations quite a show--smoothing Her fuzzy white cashmere sweater down on Her Tight Tummy; accenting Her Hellacious Hooters...Turning so we all may admire Her Bodacious Booty clad in that short, tight black skirt...finally reaching the same conclusion most of us have shared since "in the beginning"--the PTB worked some overtime here!

All the while Aa Ryan had continued babbling "--to think of this spot as your open channel Home. Your link to Lucifer. Your hotline to Hades. Your--"

"I get it! Jeez!" Aa Ryan cringed at that last bit; a reaction not lost on our little hellion, who filed it away for future use...

"Cut to the chase here Jeeves," Nicole ordered distractedly while variously posing Herself in front of the mirrors for a more close-up examination. Batting Her Eminent Eyelashes; pursing and pouting Her Luscious Lips. "What exactly is the Game Plan here? Random naughtiness? Rack up the soul tally?" and more gleefully--"defile and degrade?!"

"Alas," Aa Ryan sighed (because how often does one get a chance to use that word?...) "if only it were that simple...Unfortunately certain factions have determined that 'the signs have aligned; the time is ripe'; yadda, yadda, yadda--"

"Aurgh! Enough with the Armageddon Prophecies already!" Nicole groaned with exasperation. "Just because these losers aren't enjoying the party, they want to ruin it for everyone else."

"As it has always been Most Ef-er-Affluent One. Unfortunately the PTB must acknowledge these "requests" from all quadrants in order to remain objective and neutral--you know: Prime Directive, Free Will and all that..." Aa Ryan recited distastefully.

"Which brings Us to Your mission, O Vile--uptious One. You are to determine if Mankind has ran it's course. Towards this end, You were placed here at Kennedy High; a microcosms of humanity (albeit the young, attractive, elitist, affluent end of the spectrum). You may choose any seven (7) from the fold and test their resilience to temptation; the strength of their convictions; their faith...You may only corrupt by enticement, the ultimate decision must be theirs. You will have any means or material in this realm at your disposal--"

"So basically this is the 2001 remake of the 2000 remake of the 1967 classic "Bedazzled" and I'm Elizabeth Hurley?"

"Only hotter!" (Hey, Aa's just saying what we're all thinking.) "You don't actually have to barter for souls. You are just to determine whether humanity is ripe for harvest. You will be the PTB's Litmus paper; Their acid test...Just stick as close as You can to the Seven (7) Deadly Basics and You can't go wrong..." Sensing a little apprehension on Nicole's part, Aa Ryan chides Her into reciting; like coaxing a reluctant kindergartner They both quote--

"Sloth. Gluttony. Envy. Greed. Wrath. Pride. Lust."

--and duly notes His charge's face lighting up; Her voice growing more enthusiastic as the list progressed. In all honesty, He was surprised at the emphasis She'd placed on the last one--that, and the sight of Her eyes flashing a momentary, glowing red...

As the bell tolled for third period, Nicole craned Her head out the Novak doorway to watch the small tide of humanity flow to their next classes...

"Any seven? Any sin?" She requested verification as She studied the various anomalies...

"As You see fit, O Annoying--ted One "

"OK, I'm down with that..." Sensing His duty was complete, Aa Ryan thought it best to beat a hasty retreat..."I'm in with the Sin Crowd," Nicole smirked, as She joined the throng of sentient beings.

Only one entity remained in the Novak: April Tuna perched precariously on the toilet in stall 3, eavesdropping. She decided a hasty retreat was in order also, and would no doubt execute one, as soon as she regained control of her trembling, terrified body. "OMG! Sam McPherson; Diane-Sawyer-Wannabe was right! Nicole Julian ~IS~ the Antichrist!" Then as if to prove that her mind was in deed as frightened as her body--"Wait til I tell Vice Principal Krupps--and The Pope!"

As Nicole preambled among the rabble, She became aware of an acute new sensation. (Actually two, if you count the phantom limb phenomenon She was experiencing at the sudden loss of Her tail...) She was able to "read" these human's thoughts; every one of their petty desires and emotions was displayed for Her perusal.

Gradually, She realized She had begun noticing the "wrappers" these souls were packaged in as well. For a lower life form, some of them actually weren't all that unattractive...She focused on what She assumed was an alpha male example of the species (judging from the attention being doted upon it by both smaller males and females who'd obviously entered their breeding cycle...) "What could this prime hunk of humanity be thinking," Nicole wondered--

"Man, I hope they have chicken for lunch today," Josh pondered to himself, "..and pie!"

"Okaaaay," Nic smirked, "No need for Armageddon here; if this is the results of several hundred generations of evolution this candle's about ready to snuff it's self out...Still, killer abs tho!"

Nicole was contemplating the ~sans tail~ effect on Josh's buns as they passed in the hall. At the precise moment She realized that Her head no longer rotated the full 360 degrees, She collided full-on with Sam McPherson, knocking both girls on their respective, tail-less asses...

"Damn Satan!-" Sam blurted out, as she ran a quick mental inventory for broken limbs; internal damage and her scattered school books "-Have those implants finally destroyed your sense of equilibrium!?!"

Nicole just sat there, propped back on Her arms, staring in awe. She knew instinctively, this was no developmental fluke; this was the pinnacle in patient, attention-to-detail ~craftsmanship~; the crowning achievement of human evolution. Of all the species in the vast, infinite cosmos, this one had culminated in this one unique, exquisite being...To the casual observer, it looked a lot like love at first sight...

Pt 2-The Book of Acts & ReActs

"C'mon Sam," Lily said, helping her shaken friend to her feet. "Some people can't help but walk around with their heads up--" (and trying to remember she's a pacifist) "--in the clouds."

Nicole struggled to Her feet, adjusted Her sweater, smoothed Her skirt as if nothing happened. Forcing the suppression of~that girl's~ lingering image, Nicole refocused on Her mission.

She was traveling upstream against the flow of humanity enroute to the cafeteria, scanning their faces, reading their auras. Her attention was drawn almost magnetically to a "large-boned" brunette girl--an obvious fashion victim, and judging by her hesitant, indecisive movements at the lunch counter, also a creature with wavering will-power...

Nicole held up Her left hand, snapped Her fingers once, and was immediately bestowed the dossier on one Carmen Ferrara--*Low self esteem; troubled home-life; insecurities manifesting in eating disorder and irrational (and failure-prone) social-climbing efforts*--"Hmmm," Nicole thought, "Fish in a barrel--this assignment was going to be a cakewalk--no, not cake..."

Nicole flourished the dossier in the air and it immediately transformed into a bowl of--

"...ice cream!" She followed Carmen to a remote table, smirking as the girl reluctantly selected a seat exemplifying her status-- alone and isolated--then plopped down across from her with a huge bowl of Hagen-Daas Cherry Swirl.

Carmen grimaced in disbelief as she studied her blonde oppressor over the table--"Nicole! Y-you want me to leave?" she babbled, "because, I mean, I didn't realize anyone was sitting here..."

"Mmmm," Nicole purred, as She held up a big spoon ladled with frosty goodness, and licked it seductively. "Don't you just ~love~ this stuff!"

"I...I--Oh yes!" Carmen stammered; beginning to drool slightly. "Unfortunately, it doesn't love me. No correction--it definitely loves my thighs! I swear they must have additives more addictive than nicotine in there!"

"Let's see, shall we?" Nicole winked at Carmen, waved her arm, and they were both instantly transported to an ice-cream factory not un-Willy Wonka-ish in appearance...Leaving Nicole slightly dizzy, and Carmen instantly famished and, yea, kind of leery...

Apparently the only two "people" there, they took their choice of barstools at what turned out to be a conveyor belt, running from a window in one wall to a window in the opposite wall. The belt moved slowly in front of them until it stopped with two small sample bowls and little plastic spoons. An LED display above the first window announced the sample flavor "Peach Parfait". They had both barely devoured that when the belt moved, presenting the next flavor "Chocadile Dundee" in a slightly larger bowl...Nicole pushed herself away from the bar, daubing a napkin delicately at the corners of Her Magnificent Mouth. Carmen however, was unable to do the same; she felt compelled--obsessed!--to keep eating, even as the belt moved again, presenting her with an even larger bowl of "Marshmallow Magic"...

"N-N-Nicole...Help! I-I--" Carmen looked up pleadingly; melting ice cream flowing from the corners of her mouth; gasping, gulping...

"--Just can't get enough?" Nicole finished for her mockingly.

"I-I know what you're thinking Nicole" Carmen blubbered. "You equate 'Fat Girl' with 'Gluttony'--did you ever think of the reasons behind my behavior? The motivating factors?" Carmen sobbed, pleading her case as best she could between bites...

"Poor Carmen," Nic smirked, "You're a Glutton alright--but for punishment, not food! And the worse part--most of your chastisement comes from within! You justify one overindulgence by subjecting yourself to another. A vicious cycle--and you ~love~ it!"

Nicole gave the poor, blubbering girl a disgusted "tsk, tsk" head-shake, a totally evil grin, and a final parting thought-- "Bon apetite, Carm".

Then stopping in mid-finger-snap, Nicole instead crossed Her arms, blinked and nodded "Dream of Jeannie" style just for the Hell of it, and found Herself transported back to the "sacred halls" of beloved Kennedy High...

"One down, six to go..." Nicole attempted to gloat all sinister like, when Mary Cherry slammed into her from behind...

"Oh hiya, Hon--didn't see you there!" And in all honesty, she hadn't. Had anyone been glancing at that particular space, in that particular instance (say April Tuna emerging yet again from the Novak) they would have seen nothing, and then, in a blink of an eye, Nicole Julian...

"Well," Nic grinned to herself, "Looks like I get to have some fun with Ellie May after all". She flipped Her arm back & snapped Her fingers, but instead of a dossier on Mary Cherry, She was presented with a boom-box. Momentarily puzzled, She hit the play button--

"money can't buy everything that's true, but what it can't buy, I can't use..."

"Gotcha," Nicole confirmed. "Mary Cherry, forget 4th period. Let's go shopping" The tall blonde nodded enthusiastically while the short blonde attempted repeatedly, and futilely, to hit the stop, pause or eject buttons on the boom-box that apparently only She could see and hear...

Nic already had the picture in Her mind's eye: Mary Cherry leaving an exclusive shop on Rodeo Drive wearing 14 layers of stolen clothes to be surrounded by the LAPD SWAT team, guns at the ready. "Patience," She scolded Herself, "You have to learn to relax and ~savor~ these moments..."

And so it came to pass...Once inside the world-renowned "Jose Proton: Designer to the Stars" boutique, Nicole began laying one outfit after another onto the pile Mary Cherry "simply must try on..." She was determined to run a tab even the infamous Cherry Platinum cards couldn't cover, thereby forcing Mary Cherry into desperate action. Finally the moment of truth--3 sales clerks had carried her purchases to the register, and Jose Proton himself was ringing up the final tally when--

"Oh Mercy Me!, Seen-your Pro-ton, Would y'all mind billing these he'ah purchases onto mah mama's Corporate Americun Express Card..." She handed it to him with a smile as she turned to a puzzled Nicole (who was beginning to get a headache from hearing that same old Beatles tune in a continuous loop...) "One tenth of every one cent of every dollar Ah spend goes to famine relief in Bong-ga-ladeff...ur, Burmin'ham or somewhere --Ah ferget which...This way Ah look dazzlun' an still help all those Alabamyuns put a 'possum on the tayble..."

A devastated Nicole followed Mary Cherry (and several sales clerks) to her awaiting Humvee. Instead of the LAPD, they were met with a loud and lengthy rumble of thunder; causing Nicole to flinch and quiver...She traveled back to Kennedy with Mary Cherry in the more traditional mode of earthly transportation --if She was going to be struck by lightning, She'd damn well take this southern psycho with Her...

The ride back was pretty uneventful, much to Nicole's great relief. However when She'd exited the car and they'd gone their separate ways, She was again greeted with a round of thunder--

"Oh Come on! That was Greed, pure and simple, and You know it! That famine relief thing was just a fluke! All I did was point out a Versace or two she might've overlooked..."

Her protests were again greeted with a peel of thunder. "Fine" Nicole stomped Her foot, looked exasperatedly at the boom-box as it finally shut off, and continued, "OK. You pick the next one then--We'll go 2 out of 3..." She was greeted with a silence that to Her was more threatening than the thunder...

Suddenly, Nicole found herself in Harrison John's bedroom at 10:00 that night. Harrison hadn't noticed Her arrival yet. If the slight pup-tent he was forming with his blanket was any indication, he was obviously deeply engrossed in his thoughts of Brooke McQueen, who's pictures he held in his left hand. His right hand reaching for a bottle of lotion...

"Yee-uck! Harrison John is the embodiment of Lust!?!" Nicole could not emphasis Her disgust with this concept enough to the PTB. Getting no response, She realized She was on Her own. Time to grab the bull by...the horn... As She emerged from the shadows of his room, She noticed several more pictures scattered over his bed--on one side Brooke McQueen, on the other side a pile of ~that girl~ She'd noticed this morning--Spam McFearsome. For some reason this irked Nicole more than this dweeb whacking off to images of Her best friend...

"A-hem!", Nicole cleared Her throat loudly and suddenly, causing Harrison to defensively cover his lap with a pillow and turn beet (beat? heh) red with embarrassment...She just let him babble on incoherently as She studied the pictures he'd been "admiring". The standard fare mostly--school pix, goofing at the neighbourhood pool, ballgames, picnics, amusement parks. She seemed almost mesmerized by a picture of Spam in a long medieval, red velvet gown; her hair in mounds of curls, piled high with a couple of wayward strands framing her delicate face. She held it up questioningly to Harrison...

"Um, t-that's Sam, last year, at the Renaissance Festival..."

"She's beautiful..." Nicole muttered enthralled.

"S-she's my best friend...I really don't think of her in that way--" But before Harrison could offer any further protests, Nic pulled the pillow from his lap.

"I can see the way you're thinking about her Harrison! What? It's OK to think about My friend Brookie in that way, but your friend Spam can't be sullied?"

"N-n-no, I just...I've had this crush on Brooke since the 3rd grade...Now when I finally get the remotest chance to pursue it, I find myself developing these really strong feelings for Sam as well...I mean, I'm so confused--do I follow my head, or do I follow my heart?...Part of me wan---"

Nicole phased out any further inane ramblings; She smirked to Herself as She watched Harrison's "pup-tent" fold camp and take a hike...It became instantly apparent--Harrison was not the representation of Lust; but Slothfulness! His indecisive, procrastinating ways would never get him anywhere with either girl! "Charlie Brown, you're just so wishy-washy" floated thru Nicole's mind (a programmed thought or a memory?) His confusion held him; impotent and imprisoned within his own mind...Nicole was satisfied to leave it that--a point in Her plus column that She didn't even have to work for. One little question remained as She paused at the door--

"Um, so Harrison, do you ever think of Me when you're...you know, spankin' the primate?" Nicole leered menacingly.

"God No!," Harrison yelped defensively, then the nervous confession, "Yea, a couple of times...I mean, You are pretty hot..."

Nicole winked, "In that case Harrison..." She turned back towards him, hiked Her sweater to give him just the fleetingest glimpse of Her Bountiful Breasts, "...We have some lovely parting gifts for you! Carry on with your...home version of the game."

"Ha!" Nicole screamed to the clear, night sky. "Advantage: Julian! I believe this makes Me 2 for 3!"

Pt 3: untitled

Nicole spent the rest of the night doing whatever it is that Princesses of Darkness do when personified in the killer bodies of teenage tarts. It's a safe bet, that unlike a certain redhead, a certain blonde was "quite often naughty". Morning found Her back at Kennedy...

Nicole found Herself inexplicably drawn to Josh again. Although, She'd pretty much written the male half of the species off since Harrison's pathetic performance last night, She had to acknowledge a certain attraction; he must be good for something...She was just ready to summon his dossier, to determine Her next move when an entire plan was all but laid out for Her...

Simple little reality shake really, what always appears random to mere mortals, but is in fact a subtle tweak from the PTB...

In this case Brooke and Josh colliding, books airborne, then regrouped and sorted. A quick, unintentional touch, eyes lock, and past feelings rekindled, briefly but brightly...And of course since there's always a ~re~action, Lily, Josh's new girlfriend is lead to the scene just in time to witness the encounter...Nicole suspected someone a lot higher up than Jeeves calling this play; way to much panache--He'd've gone with a banana peel or a loose shoelace...Either way the required results were obtained: Nicole witnesses the jealous flare-up between the two girls and forms a double-play strategy...too absorbed in arranging the pawns to realize that She herself might be being manipulated...

Nicole began orchestrating her "two-fer" deal by manoeuvring Josh into the Novak and back-pedaling him to the round, velvet tuffet. She straddled him as he landed flat on his back...

"So, um, Josh is it?--Why do I feel so irresistibly drawn to you?" Nicole gasped huskily "Were we close at one time?"

"One time is ~all~ it was! God Nicole!" Josh trying the indignant self-defence approach, "You took advantage of me at my most vulnerable point. You know I was all bummed out about breaking up with Brooke..."

"So we engaged in intercourse?" Nicole smirked, amazed at the detail the PTB had gone to arranging her infiltration. "So, um, how was it? How was--I?"

"W-w-what? Y-you were pretty hot..." Josh babbled, caught off balance by the line of questioning..."You were...incredible!"

"Hmmmm" Nicole purred playfully, "Did I do...this?" (Doing "this" as she said it...) "What about...this?--I'm sure I would've wanted to do...this" (Doing "this" as well--and quite vigorously).

"I-I-I..." Josh managed; since of course all teen-age boys are the masters of their hormones--"Nic! Stop it! I'm with Lily now!"

And with timing being everything--Brooke chose this exact moment to enter the Novak. She gasped and turned in disgust, poised to leave, suddenly awash with overwhelming images/memories of Nicole's previous betrayal.

"Brookie, wait!" Nicole (smiling inwardly at the simplicity of it all) pleaded as she waddled off Josh, tugged at her skirt, and made a major production of re-buttoning her shirt--a move not lost on either Brooke or Josh...

"God Nicole--you are repellent!" Brooke turned, seething. "You ruined everything for me--I won't stand here and watch you ruin some other girl's life. I can't even blame Josh--too much--what guy's not going to act like a dog when confronted by such a--Bitch!"

("Damn!" Nicole thought, "I should have saved this one for Wrath!") But sticking with the plan--"No Brookie, what I think is you can't stand the thought that Studley here could be more attracted to anyone other than you! That he's chosen that plain, pathetic little tree-hugger over your royal blondeness! That he'd even prefer being with a skank like Me compared to a vapid, egotistical piece of fluff such as yourself."

Smack! Out for the count with one blow! Brooke surrendered to an onslaught of tears and looked imploringly at Josh for any signs of reinforcement. Seeing he was struggling with his own battle, she left the Novak sobbing, nearly colliding with Lily in the doorway.

"J-J-Josh..." Lily began, at first suspecting Brooke, then "Oh. My. God." as she saw Nicole shrug, and turn to the mirror for a quick touch-up.

"Um, hello Lillith--Lily! I was just about to see if Joshie here had any of his old animal prowess left, or if you've drained it completely with all that new-age sensitivity crap you've been trying to neuter him with--"

Nicole didn't even get to finish Her little diatribe; She'd played Lily cheap. She'd taken Her eye off the ball and this hot-tempered little Latina was about to deprive Her of Her double-play!

Nicole actually took a couple of steps back as the petite firebrand got straight up in her face! Even Lily wasn't aware of how much pent-up emotions she'd been harboring since adopting her pacifists life-style, but she knew for certain Nicole Julian was a more than deserving target to unload some of it on.

Even if she hadn't been unwittingly talking to the Devil's Daughter, Lily would've still used all the arguments she now threw at the stunned Blonde. How her, Josh--and even Brooke--were caring, sensitive human beings with feelings that Nicole apparently had no knowledge of. That Nicole was the real loser; since she would never know or understand true love and happiness and would no doubt become an even colder, more bitter, heinous, heartless bitch...

Either Lily actually had no idea who she was addressing or she really really didn't care; she turned and helped a still shaken and stunned Josh to his feet and prepared to walk them out--

"H-h-here," Nicole managed to stammer out between (actual!) sobs as She handed Lily a slip of paper. "You friend Carm's at this address, she's probably going to need a ride home..." Lily snatched it on the way out with a glare so fiery it almost made Nic homesick! "OK--so why did I just do that?" Nic baffled herself, "I mean it's not bad enough that she got over on me, but I give her Carmen too?!?"

Nicole stood in front of the Novak mirror, but was looking beyond Her magnificent reflection. That damn little tree-hugger had forced Her to look inside. She remembered how she used to smirk, back in Advanced Demonology classes, at all those tired fables of hard-hearted characters who had life-altering epiphanies that forever changed their course of actions --and now, She was on the verge of becoming one of them.

Nicole was still standing there heaping on the (bad kind of) self-abuse (heh) when She noticed April Tuna slinking towards Her in Her peripheral vision. She was cowering behind a cross like in a vampire movie, extending it towards Nicole as she hissed--

"I ~know~ who you are Nicole Julian--a.k.a. Lucifer's Legacy! Just so you know--I've notified both Billy Graham and Jerry Falwell--they're on their way here now to personally kick your ass back to Hades!"

Nicole had to smile...She daubed away a lingering tear and regained both Her composure and confidence watching April quiver in the mirror--

"Um, OK. Whatever. Look you're in My light--and even worse, you're up-wind! I suggest you vacate immediately or you'll be having a Linda Blair/Exorcist moment with that...thing!"

As April fled in terror, Nicole weighed out the results as She saw them--She came in with a 2 and 1 record...She'd won the "Pride" event with Brooke hands down (...If She won, then why did She feel so ~bad~ about it?). Granted Lily had blind-sided Her during that last little "Envy" exercise, but even with that Nic figured She was still up 3 wins to 2 losses--One more victory and She'd claim the "Best of Sev7en" pennant. And, She reasoned, She'd saved the best two for last!

"Finally!" Nicole all but squealed, giddy with anticipation. Like a depraved Slash Fan-fic reader, her patience was gone-- "Cut to the Smut! Just give Me the "Lust"!" She's played out a million mental scenarios with this particular "Sin" each as exciting and erotic as the next. It was bound to be a difficult decision picking her fave; the perfect embodiment of carnal corruption...

All choice was removed however, when Nicole found Herself in the same predicament She'd fell into last night. It was suddenly ten o'clock at night and this time She'd materialized in Sam McPherson's bedroom...

Nicole was about to utter Her protests to the PTB for what She felt was a huge assumption an Their part. But She couldn't take Her eyes off of Sam long enough to form a coherent thought. The brunette was propped up in bed reading, illuminated only by the soft, golden glow of the small reading lamp above her head; Her back propped against a couple of huge, fluffy, white pillows that angled to her side like...wings! Nicole couldn't shake the Angel image--even if She'd wanted too...

"Jeeves!" Nicole hissed (as close to a shout as a whisper can get). She was clapping her hands in the "T" symbol athletes use to indicate "Time Out"...He materialized at Her side, looking nothing like He did the first time (which saves this author even more descriptive thought). They both stood there momentarily in awe that Sam can appear so beautiful/erotic/pure all in the same instance as she slowly, shyly begins to touch herself--awkward, as if the action is still somewhat new for her...

"No way Jeeves!" Nic stated emphatically. "Look at her! I can't confront/corrupt her desires--she's too innocent. Whatever she's doing ~can't~ be a sin! Come on. Please? Anyone but her...Help Me out here...please?"

Jeeves shrugged His shoulders, sadly, wordlessly. Like the matter was beyond His control. He was feeling a slight tug of emotion for His young manifestation, so casting a cautious eye upward, He blinked once almost imperceptably in Sam's direction...

Sam had began by scouring thru a huge stack of alternative press magazines and papers in search of a story she wanted to quote in one of her articles for the Zapruder Reporter. Somehow she'd come across one of Brooke's cheerleader magazines mixed in the stack. She scoffed with smug disbelief that there'd be enough actual content to fill one magazine let alone Brooke's 3 year subscription, but as she started to leaf thru it, looking at the pictures she became more and more entranced. All these girls looked so pretty, so feminine, so...happy! As she turned the pages, some photos fell out--Brooke either using them as bookmarks, or as reference marks for comparison. The Glamazons. And they looked just like the girls in the magazine. That same exuberance/energy/zest for life--Brooke, Popita, Carmen...even Nicole! Sam studied the photo of Nicole; her arch-nemesis since grade school. Long before Brooke's recent contending for that honor... The blonde was so beautiful on the outside, Sam thought, and so reprehensible within; if only she could have balanced the two...

Jeeves slipping those photos into the mix was already bordering on insubordination, but He took one more chance...Nicole gasped as He pushed Her out into the light of Sam's bedroom.

"N-N-Nic!" Sam stammered in embarrassment; and trying to save face--"Um, Brooke's not here..."

"Good. I mean, um...oh"; Nic's suave response...

"Yea well, I was, um, just getting ready for bed..."

"Yea, I could tell...I mean, you looked ready..."

Jeeves rolled His eyes in humorous disbelief--youth is wasted on the young; sensuality is wasted on the corporeal--not that He was here to get any cheap voyeuristic jollies or anything. He had a sacred duty and stuff...He settled back and perused the cast-off cheerleader magazine as our girls continued their clumsy, albeit strangely compelling mating ritual.

He tried His best to ignore their initial questioning and doubts as they each registered the other's sincerity...

He turned a blind eye to their first chaste and humble kisses; their debut gropes and caresses that gradually grew in their passion and intensity...

He ignored their murmured, intimate comments; their praising the visions of each other's flesh; Sam especially entranced by Nicole's "birthmark" on her left breast that "looks like little sixes"...

He dismissed their growing squeals of delight; gasps and groans of pleasure. The slamming of the headboard; the squeaking of bedsprings as Nicole sacrificed a virgin in it's soft folds...

He disavowed any knowledge of Nicole briefly chastising Sam for "bowing down before her" as the brunette innocently attempted to repay favor...(Nicole soon forgetting her protests...)

He was briefly caught up when both girls screamed at the discovery of Nicole's forked tongue, but relinquished His interest when they decided to "make the best of it"...

He waited patiently on the sidelines as the two girls bid a reluctant farewell/good night...

He stood by stoically until Nicole finally rejoined Him. They passed thru the Palace walls and strolled down the sidewalk in the cool night air...And He waited for Her to break the silence--

"So, um, Jeeves...Look this doesn't count alright!?!" Nicole broke loose. She could not sacrifice Sam for the winning point... "This wasn't Lust--I-I seduced her! Entrapment; pure and simple!"

Jeeves could only offer His young charge another earnest shrug. They both knew the PTB would be reviewing the evening's events-- "And probably in slow-motion, instant replays--the pervs!" Nic quipped.

"Jeeves--I know You're doing all You can..." Nicole beseeched of Him. "Tell Them I fucked up--Tell Them I--Tell Them I fell in love!", She finished, hoping He'd realize the gravity of Her confession. "C'mon Jeeves--Look I've got the tie-breaker in the bag, let this one go..."

Pt 4: You Say You Want a Revelation

OK, as has been established, Nicole's eyes glow a deep crimson when Her emotions come into the equation, but did you know our girl Sammy's eyes light up too? Both pairs were switched to high beam when they spotted each other in Ms. Ross' class.

Sam could barely believe this was the same girl who'd snuck out of her house only a couple of hours ago. Nicole was clad in a cornflower blue, spaghetti-strap lycra number; diagonal hem, below one knee, above the other and slit to mid-thigh allowing a glimpse of the lace top of Her black stockings. Accessorised with a gold-chain slave bracelet belt, matching cornflower blue Bolero jacket, a tasteful string of pearls and matching earrings, open-toe silver stiletto-heels. All this on the outside chance that this author might want to insert a "devil with a blue dress on" joke later...

Sam was clad in her de rigour brown paratrooper pants tucked into knee high black combat boots. A green sweater tied around her waist, a black & white baseball shirt w/ Dave Matthews Band logo, under-bejewelled and overly-made-up for those of you that are interested in such details.

Nicole slid in beside Sam as class began.

"Hey kiddo, how you feel--wait," Nic joked, "I know how you feel! How are you holding up?"

"Arrgh," Sam groaned, then in a husky, playful purr--"I feel like I've been rode hard and put away wet! I ache all over."

Nicole actually blushes as Sam sits up and takes in the view. "Mmmm, back with that Season One curl," Sam nods approvingly, "I always liked that look on you!"

"Yea, well here's a look you might not like so well," Nicole began apprehensively, "I think I'm slowly reverting back into My true demon form--look!"

Nicole bent Her head forward and parted Her thick rings of curls to expose two little red horns about the size and shape of Hershey's kisses protruding from Her scalp.

"OMG!" Sam squealed more from delight than terror, "That's soooo cute! You look like a little baby goat or something!"

Nicole rolled Her eyes and smiled, amazed both by Sam's unconditional acceptance and her incredible exuberance. "Yea? Well that's not all, I--"

The school's antiquated PA system chose that moment to interrupt them. Amidst the static, the xylophone chimes, and enough feedback for a "Jesus and Mary Chain" concert they were given the following-- "Ms. Ross...Please have Nicole Julian and April Tuna report to Vice Principal Krupps office immediately."

Nicole and April walked warily down the hall together, each clinging to an opposite wall. Refusing to look directly at each other they jockeyed for position. April not trusting Nicole, tried to fall back, to keep her enemy in constant view; Nicole doing likewise, they slowly progressed to their destination. Nicole could feel the hate radiating from April; Her plan was falling perfectly into place. Just like that Brad Pitt movie--She was exploiting April's anger even tho it meant She would be the victim. Nicole figured She was 3 and 3; April's "wrath" would be the tiebreaker...

"Nervous?" Nicole chided, "feeling the need to pass a little holy water?" Nic smirked as April made a last minute dive into the Novak.

Nicole walked past Lunch lady Krupps standing in her nephew's outer office, and in to the inner sanctum. V.P. Krupps was suspended above his desk, arms out-stretched in an upside-down cross. Bobbi Glass was in one of the visitor's chairs obviously controlling his levitation. She moved her extended metal index finger in a small circular motion and V.P. Krupps began rotating accordingly, causing Bobbi to giggle like a schoolgirl...

"Enough" V. P. Krupps ordered, returning to an upright position and slowly sinking into his desk chair. Given the fact that his face remained expressionless and his body unanimated, Nicole assumed correctly that the PTB were channelling Themselves thru his body...She turned to Bobbi Glass--

"And I suppose you're channelling My Father who art...well, you know..."

"Nic-ole," Bobbi began trance-like, then warping into her best Darth Vader impression--"I AM Your Father!--Tee-Hee! Sorry, just couldn't resist...but yes, I've been His earth side representative for years...me and Beelzebubba go way back--as in You Scratch my back--Ha!...But I digress..."

April finally joined the unlikely trinity. Everything appeared normal to her--except the fact that Nicole was the literal Spawn of Hell and V. P. Calvin Krupps has developed a strange penchant for ventriloquism/voice projection...

"OK ladies, who'd like to begin--"

"Vice Principal Krupps; Ms. Glass," April blurted, "I have every reason to believe that Nicole Julian is the Antichrist and that we must do everything in our power to subdue and restrain her until we can arrange for a goon squad from the Vatican!"

"Puh-leez! The only one in need of restraints around here is you, Firepie," Nicole snickered, continuing to push April's buttons...

Suddenly they were interrupted by a commotion in the outer vestibule. It was obviously the blood-curdling screams of Sam McPherson as she confronted Lunch lady Krupps, who for the sake of our story has been transmogrified into a huge, snarling Cerberus set to guard the summit meeting occurring within...

"Hmmm. Sounds like your human consort," April hissed, "Spam McPherson: High School Whore of Babylon!"

Nicole pounced. April managed a pathetic squeal and an even weaker self-defence as they launched into yet another one of Popular's patented hair-pulling, bitch-slapping cat-fights...Bobbi was enjoying it a bit too much as she finally relented to aid V.P. Krupps/PTB's efforts to separate them.

"Miss Tuna, please wait outside," Krupps ordered.

"I'm not going out there!" April began to protest, even as she progressed to the door, her feet levitated on a cushion of air... The outer door opens, and we find Sam seated anxiously on a chair across from Lunch lady Krupps.

Order returns--well, not so much order, as a dead calm; a sense of impending doom as Nicole realises the most likely consequences of loosing Her temper. A slow trickle of tears began down Her face knowing She's probably just sealed Sam's fate--oh yeah, and the rest of mankind as well...

"Nicole," Krupps/PTB began sympathetically, "I'm afraid You've failed Your assignment...And in keeping with Snarlsnout's penchant for ripping-off Buffy plots--Not only was Humanity being tested, but You as well..."

A/N: Excuse me; I prefer the term "paying homage"

PTB/N: Excuse Me; Whatever! You ~will~ be hearing from Our copyright attorneys...

"It's not fair, Sir!" Nicole defended weakly, "She started it!--My Wrath was just ~reacting~ to her Wrath...and she took that cheap shot at Sammy--". Nicole fell back on Her trademark "sob/flutter eyelash/daub tears with hanky/sniffle" routine in the remote hope of gaining some sympathy; "And I was so close! The score was tied 3 all..."

"To be honest Nicole, You didn't win any of them. Carmen was a Glutton for punishment, but You show a sadistic streak even more consuming...You accuse Lily of Envy yet that same night You are the one to become jealous and covet the love & happiness she's obtained. Worst of all You tempt Sam with Lust yet it is You that become not only Lustful but Blasphemous by worshipping another, lesser being. You have proven Yourself more vulnerable to temptations than the humans You'd hoped to corrupt..." Krupps/PTB chastised her, as Bobbi snickered smugly on the sidelines...

"But I'm a Demon--so that's OK, right? I mean Sin's like...what We do, right?" Nicole scrambled, trying to find an out...

"Well...normally, I suppose, but in this case You have shown Us to be weaker than them--and most importantly, they saw it... they ~know~ We can be defeated...I'm not sure We can co-exist any longer both knowing the quarry can vanquish the hunter..." Krupps/PTB tried to leave it all vague and ominous sounding but Bobbi (or whatever was possessing her) decided to sum it up--

"I think I speak for both sides here when I say--Buzz! Oops! Tilt! Game Over!"

Nicole ignored her, turning to Krupps/PTB in a final appeal--She puts Her most eloquent, heartfelt effort into Her defence of humanity speech: stating how for the most part human beings are basically pathetic low-life scum; by far not one of the PTB's better efforts, but if it all comes together--even just once--in something as fine as Sam then they deserve not only to survive, but flourish...

Krupps/PTB begins to waver; Bobbi continues her arrogant smirk; and Sam, listening to the entire conversation from the vestibule is driven to tears. Unable to contain her feelings any longer, she risks everything to stand at Nicole's side. Her courage and devotion impress Krupps/PTB so much that He reigns in both the re-formed Cerberus and the equally snarling and salivating Bobbi Glass...

Sam realizes this is the moment of truth; her one chance to save the world, her species, and more importantly, her girlfriend. Her speech is a tad more rambling; slightly less articulate than Nicole's but she does get her points across eventually--her lust and more importantly her love was given to Nicole freely and unconditionally, which is what she'd always thought the PTB were all about. That she didn't care what kind of slimy, revolting demon Nic was on the outside, it was what's inside that matters...Finally, and quite eloquently closing with--

"And Nicole's never fallen from MY graces, so I guess that means She's still an Angel in my book."

Bobbi stammers her protests, but the Krupps/PTB was obviously impressed. He asked both girls to wait in the vestibule while they reached a final decision.

Back in the lobby; the Cerberus is gone; April sits on one bench, Nic and Sam hug each other desperately/reassuringly on the opposite bench. April begins lighting all kinds of candles and incense; chanting some archaic Latin Exorcism rhetoric, even going so far as to rub her index fingers together in the universal "shame, shame" gesture...

Our girls scoff at her pathetic rituals, finding her increasingly easy to ignore as they lean together, foreheads touching; wipe away each others tears and join in sweet tender kisses. Even April spritzing them with Holy Water isn't enough to extinguish their rekindled passions, as their kisses soon evoke a stronger desire...

"You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"One for the road?"

"That's the way I always wanted to go out!"

April be damned (literally); our girls separate and start shedding clothes, breaking only for clumsy, hurried kisses and an occasional ragged breath. Sam wins hands down, as Nicole suddenly seems reluctant to remove Her dress...The brunette looks at Her questionly...

"S-so Sam, remember back in class--I told you I thought I might be reverting to My original form...?"

Sam eyes Her nervously as Nicole hikes Her dress, then pulls it off over Her head. Both girls look down amazed at the bulbous red appendage protruding from between Nicole's legs. It seems to have a mind of it's own as it's smooth, round tip explores first Sam's moist nether region and then Nicole's...As Sam reaches for it inquisitively, it retreats between The Blonde's legs...the brunette crouches down, grabs Nic's hips and spins Her around--

"OMG!" Sam squealed (again not as repulsed as one would imagine) "Baby--You've got...a tail!"

April faints (stage left) as she shares Sam's view. A fully flexible 12 inch flesh-colored appendage with a two inch diameter is growing from the base of Nicole's spine. It spasms mildly as Sam strokes it's length, and curls around her hand. Nicole makes Her first clumsy attempts at swishing it as Sam attempts to grab the tapered tip. Fortunately Nicole can still rotate Her head enough to watch both Sam's delighted face and Her restored limb going thru some remedial motions--first going all erect and rigid; then wiggling snakelike; wagging it like Labrador Retriever and finally curling it ala Porky Pig...

Our girls take full advantage of this new "toy", incorporating it as they make love like there will (literally) be no tomorrow. They'd barely regained their clothes, and most of their composure when they were summoned back into V.P. Krupps office. Sam had even figured out how to conceal Nic's new growth without compromising the short skirts they both preferred Nic in...however Nicole sensed this "arrangement" would be entirely too distracting...

Krupps/PTB announced that He has dismissed the unnamed party's Armageddon request, and overruled any objections from Bobbi Glass' camp. He agreed with Nicole that Sam McPherson probably was the pinnacle of Human Evolution but was willing to give mankind a few more millennium in the remote chance they could produce something even ~finer~...Sam clutches Nicole's arm and starts to assure them that they'll do their part, then coughs and stammers as she figures it out...Nicole feeling a peculiar "twitch" in the ole tailbone is suddenly not so sure that it ~can't~ be done...

Krupps/PTB concluded with His sentencing of Nicole: She has failed miserably, embodying all the acquired human vulnerabilities and frailties. And true, while more vile than any human, She is weak by Demon standards and therefore will be condemned to live out Her existence in this mortal realm... She will also forfeit any right to keep capitalizing Her pronouns...(upper) Case dismissed!

Our girls seemed quite satisfactorily resigned to their fate as they walk past a comatose April Tuna sprawled out in the lobby.

"So, are you, like, really human now--I mean...completely?"

Nicole sensed where Sam was going, leaned in, and playfully lapped at the brunette's ear with her forked tongue...

"Just no ~piece of tail~ jokes--and I mean it, Spam!"

The brunette just smiled devilishly...

THE END

~*Special Bonus Scene Available only on DVD and PopularSlash*~

We join our girls in bed (you wish!) on a lazy Saturday morning. It's Sam McPherson's room, so it's as close to Hell on Earth as Nicole's going to get...The girls are exhausted from a night of passion, Nicole is hugging the brunette from behind in the double spoon fashion (facing the same direction; profiles conforming to one another's curves and angles).

The blonde is worrying Sam's ear with the tip(s) of her tongue; her hand finding the occasional loose breast. She is also idly swatting her tail against Sam's flank like a horse lazily switching at flies on a hot summer day...Suddenly, her tail goes exploring (you ~guys~ know what I'm talking about...it's like they've got a mind of their own...).

Sam squeals, momentarily surprised by the sudden, yet not unwelcome invasion. Then she cranes her head back to purr to Nicole imploringly-

"Oh, go ahead...," Nicole surrenders, rolling her eyes and smiling.

Sam reaches down and strokes the still exposed spanse of tail and whispers huskily--"W-w-what's in the box?"

"God Spam!" Nicole groans, "That is ~the worst~ Brad Pitt impersonation ever! We are never renting that movie again!"

And once more, our brunette just smiles devilishly...