A mandatory meeting announcement was sent by Special Messenger to each Demon Prince who was escorted to the Royal Private Chambers. The Underworld Demon King of Mortal Sins was not eagerly waiting for his so called sons to arrive while his wife, the Queen is sitting by with a table of ornate boxes.
She was patiently sitting there with her hands on her lap. She was way too patient for the Demon King now days. Which was ironically one of her prime qualities that he liked in her when they were first married.
When all of the Demon Princes were finally gathered together, he made his simple ultimatum announcement.
“Listen up, Demon Princes. Number Two Point. I have received your monthly expense accounting. Every one of you have over spent your account by more than double and that does not include the damages that you have cause, the fines the you have incurred or the wrath of Hades himself! Which brings us to this meeting.
I have received a larger number of complaints against you this month from Hades himself. You have made yourselves a total nuisance of yourselves and have put me on probation. That is totally unacceptable!
Since none of you will take me seriously about your way of life, I must enforce a stronger hold on you. This means that you will suffer greatly! This is what shall happen today.
One. All of your powers have been revoked. You have misused them and will not get them back until you have proved yourself responsible enough to handle yourself.
Two. You will have a very restricted amount of money. None from me or your mother. No charge accounts either.
Three. You will have to go to school on the Surface.
Four. You will pass the classes that are given to you by your Advisor.
Five. You will date and marry one of the female Humans that your Advisor has chosen.
Six. You will be given a Mortal Sin to rule over when you get back. Other words, you will be a Practicing King in Training. Your Advisor will oversee what is done in your kingdom.
I hope that all of you understand me because if you don’t, you will remain on the Surface as a human. I have this approved by Hades, himself after a very long prolonged discussion in his chambers.” The Underworld Demon King of Mortal Sins looked from one Prince to another.

Kosdar sighed. In hindsight perhaps he should have seen this coming but surely this was a little drastic. Any one of the rules that they had forced upon them were harsh enough by themselves but together? This was entirely ridiculous. "Let me get this straight. You want us to go to school with no money, fall in love with a worthless human, and then participate in your little "How to be King" program?" he asked disgusted with the whole situation. "With no choice in the matter i'll do as you say,_{but perhaps if you had spent anytime teaching us anything...}"

Kosdar said, his voice trailing off at the end. He leaned against one of the many pillars in the room looking mildly bored. Honestly going to this "school" couldn't be much worse than being here and getting lectured once again by father. He watched his brothers to see their reactions. No doubt Zairos would be outraged and Ruomahl much the same. After all they were being stripped of everything they owned, if only temporarily.

Being summoned by his father, Ruomahl nonchalantly ran his fingers through his hair coarse, slightly long hair, looking at everything in front of him except his parents. Ruomahl didn't really care about being summoned. He'd just wait until this was all over, then go back to his things. After all, his father never did much of anything, and that was fine with him. He seemed to be angry, but what Ruomahl cared about was what his brothers were up to, and he definitely had to make it sure they wouldn't surpass him.

What he said made Ruomahl very angry, yes very angry indeed. He was going to take away their powers? Was that even possible? What arrogance the king possessed to think that he was deserving to take away his powers. Ruomahl was not merely exasperated or incensed, or even choleric or maddened. He was feeling turbulently splenetic, he had been so inflamed. His father continued, which only fueled Ruomahl's vehemence. Perhaps the food bill was a bit large and maybe they did buy a few things, but that obviously wasn't Ruomahl's fault. Except for the jewels, and the elaborate clothes, and maybe that crown he had ordered was a bit excessive, but his brother's had all done the same thing! Ruomahl couldn't rightfully let them surpass him. But to be stripped of his birthright was an unfathomable usurpation of himself that Ruomahl felt like doing nothing but screaming.

The King continued, and he made it worse. It seemed to Ruomahl that he intended for them to go to the human world, which was always called the surface. Ruomahl wasn't sure what to make of this, and was mostly just ambivalent on it. It might not be so bad in itself, at least for Ruomahl. Ruomahl assumed his father knew this, and so he had done everything to make it miserable. Ruomahl would have to follow so many rules that he would likely go insane. This was too much, too much indeed! Ruomahl did not want a jailer, or an "advisor" as his father called him, and he did especially not want one when he got back.

At least he'd get a woman, although Ruomahl had heard that mortal women were a bit difficult to woo. Maybe if he was lucky, he wouldn't have to go as far as wooing. Unfortunately, Ruomahl knew that he wasn't lucky, and that this would be as hard as heaven.

"I suppose that's it, then," Ruomahl said.

Zairos just laughed. "Me go to a human 'school'? Please you are hillarious." Zairos acted as if it meant nothing but he was sweating and started to stutter. "I-i-I do't n-need to g-go there, I'm the smartest brother, rgiht?" By now he was only fighting his pride.

"Perhaps you would like to go before Hades himself and bargain with him about your terms? After all I am on probation as well. I have done my best but Hades himself took your powers away and told me that you are going to the Surface, Human World, Top Side or any other name that you wish to call it. I am just enforcing the Ultimatum. And adding a few of my own rules as well. I can not bring you back to The Underworld nor can your mother. We can not even summon you for a visit. That is how serious that Hades feels that your misdeeds are. Hades has assigned some kind of an accountant by the name of- get this one...- Mictlantecuhtli.
I only got to choose your Academy, monetary amounts, and what kind of clothes you will have. Most of this came from Mictlantecuhtli. If you have any problems, take them to him." The Underworld Demon King of Mortal Sins spoke with much anger.

“Children, we are running out of time. Now listen to what I have to say. I will give each of you a Pandora’s Box not to open but to place in your room. I know that each of you know what a Pandora’s Box is. Each one is different from the other. I have made them myself. If you happen to open yours, then something will happen to you depending on how well you do and how long you wait to open them. They are set to start the time mechanism when you have touched them. You may choose one but if you touch one, it is yours alone so be careful when choosing.
Each of you will stand on a star and as the table turns, the boxes will move up and down as well from front to back. You will have to make a quick decision as to what one you wish to have.
After you have chosen one, you will be sent to a new room in your new school. In this room will be School uniforms and common clothes that teenagers wear in the Mortal World. That means jeans, T-shirts, socks, underwear of cotton, sneakers, a couple hoodies and a baseball cap.
You will wear the uniform to classes but not after classes. You will learn how to manage in the Mortal World. You will do chores by their ways. I have no other options and you have been warned too many times to straighten up your act. Now you will pay the price. Go to the stars and the table is now turning. Goodbye sons and may you survive the Mortal World.” Queen Pandora spoke quite calmly as she started the boxes moving on the table in random order.

Both The King and Queen disappeared while another figure appeared. He was not a large person but had an imposing authoritative attitude about himself. A pure black suit of imported silk, white silk shirt, volcano lava tie which just happened to glow, black shoes and socks as well as a pair of black sunglasses and briefcase. He spoke very softly the the sons.
"I'd choose a box rather quickly for you are down to three minutes."

Kosdar frowned. He disliked ultimatums but he was being given a choice in the matter now was he? He stepped forward looking at the boxes available, unable to determine a difference or pay attention long enough to, he simply grabbed the on closest to him. Holding the box in one hand he looked at the well dressed man, "Can I go now?" he asked, his tone standing on the line between sarcasm and respect.

Mictlantecuhtli shrugged then snapped his fingers and Kosdar was deposited in a room that was locked. The room was his own for the next two weeks or longer depending on how he progresses. The room has a bed, closet, dresser, night stand as well as a fully stocked desk including a brand now top of the line laptop.

Zairos stepped forward and stared at a box. He swiped it out of the air. He grimaced at the thought of living like a human.

His clothes quickly changed with a mere thought of his, down to trousers and a top, both blue. He nodded at the new 'adviser' they'd been given.

He was ready.

Mictlantecuhtli snapped his fingers and Zairos was deposited in a room that was locked but without his blue trousers or top. A note floated down which read "Last use of your powers." The room was his own for the next two weeks or longer depending on how he progresses. The room has a bed, closet, dresser, night stand as well as a fully stocked desk including a brand now top of the line laptop.

Ruomahl didn't really care about any such box, although its not like he had any choice in the matter. It wouldn't be important for some time, so it wasn't like Ruomahl could find any reason to care about something. As this box wouldn't be open for some time, it was useless to him. He picked up some pretty blue box, and took it back with him.

"Well, father," Ruomahl said with a hint of disdain, "I suppose I will be on my way then."

Mictlantecuhtli snapped his fingers and Ruomahl was deposited in a room that was locked. The room was his own for the next two weeks or longer depending on how he progresses. The room has a bed, closet, dresser, night stand as well as a fully stocked desk including a brand new top of the line laptop.




Bessie checked her room to make sure that she had everything that she could possibly need. Books, craft items, puzzle books, her favorite bed doll to decorate her bed with, a couple games. She wanted to make this learning fun for whatever guy she was assigned to. Hopefully, he would learn fast and she would get out of the Apartments by the end of the two weeks. She still wondered how a full grown man could have survived on his own without knowing the basics of life- cooking, cleaning and laundry. Then the men did not know how to run a computer, TV and other modern conveniences! How barbaric are these men?

With a sigh and knowing that the bus was waiting on at least her, Bessie pushed the two large suitcases on wheels outside the door, put her backpack on and shouldered her purse before taking a last look at her room that she worked so hard to decorate. A quick turn about sent the door close and lock. She walked quickly to the elevator, down to the main floor and out to the waiting bus. She placed the two suitcases at the back of the small bus for the driver to put on the bus. She went inside the bus and found a back seat to sit in.

One of the maids walked to Valeri's bedroom door to say the bus had arrived. "Fine have my suitcase out front and I'll be right there." Valeri checked her hair in the mirror and turned her head to the left and right making sure it was smooth and shiney. Valeri opened the door to the hall from her bed room, made her way to the foyer, and then the front door. It was time. The bus was out front and she waited to make sure the bus driver put the suitcase on the bus before getting on. She was going to sit on a bus, how quaint.

Vivian saw another girl was on the bus already. Already this girl knows her place sitting in the back, she thought. Valeri sat in very front seat. She would be glad when this part of the trip was over. Valeri tried her best not to touch too munch of her surroundings. She had no idea why she couldn't get her driver to take her. Even if someone already explained it to her. Valeri wanted a shower and the bus had yet to move. The driver was obviously paid by the hour. Letting out a long sigh she stared to tap her foot.

Melanie went through her checklist for the 7th time. It appeared that she had everything, but a pit in her stomach told her otherwise. She just knew that she had forgotten something. Looking at the time, though, she was going to be late if she didn't get moving. So with great hesitation, Melanie grabbed her backpack, two large suitcases, and struggled with her third smaller suitcase.

As the female made her way down to the bottom floor in the elevator she couldn't help but wonder at the men that she was suppose to teach. She hoped that they were nice and would listen to what she taught them. After all Melanie was new to teaching. She supposed that teaching them basic household chores wouldn't be that bad. Such things were easy to pick up on. But, some of the things they didn't know how to do were troubling. Oh well, it's best not to be assuming other people's lives. It's also pretty rude.

When Melanie arrived she, unsurprisingly, wasn't the first one there. In fact, she was the last one there. Feeling bad for holding the others up, she quickly put her numerous suitcases and bags into the back. Then she mumbled a feeble apology to the driver. Seeing that the girl in front was clearly annoyed, Melanie moved closer to the back. Maybe she should take with those girl? No, there's no need to force her presence onto someone. she'll just wait until someone else speaks first.

Zairos put on some clothes and laid back on his bed. He wasn't mad any more, just glad that there were no more surprises coming.

He examined his human form, his ears were now cured and hidden behind a coat of brown hair. He couldn't feel any magic within. "Human bodies are boring." He exclaimed.

A mist forms on the grassy lawn not far from the bus. Out of this mist steps a man in black suit wearing dark sunglasses. An orange light surrounded him, giving the man an eerie look. He climbed into the bus and look at the ladies.

"Ladies. I am Mictlantecuhtli. Or if you would like, you may call me The Advisor. You will be meeting your worst challenge in a few minutes. I have a word for you to use if things get out of hand. It is Drackeep. That is a word that will send chills down their back. Do not use it if you do not need to.
These young have been given a last chance before they will be transferred to Drackeep. They do not know this yet but they soon will. I hope that the three of will be able to rehabilitate these young men. They are very important to the Kingdom. I bid you good day."

Mictlantecuhtli turned and left the bus. He walked back into mists which dissipated leaving no trace of Mictlantecuhtli.

Kosdar yawned. Boring, what as he supposed to do here again? Go to school and find a female? Ugh, sounded troublesome and pointless. He looked at the device on the desk but it was covered in strange symbols and he had no idea what they did. Sighing, he lay down on the bed mildly curious to see what this school of theirs was. Hopefully it was at least more exciting than sitting around here doing nothing. At least the room was clean and the bed wasn't too terrible he supposed.

Mictlantecuhtli walked out of the mist and into the hallway where the demon princes had their bedroom. He knocked on each of the Demon Princes door.
"The ladies are on their way and a meeting is being held in the living room at this instant. I will walk there and shall start the meeting." Mictlantecuhtli spoke sharply as he walked and knocked on the doors. Once he was in the living room, he gave the Princes an extra ten count to get there.

"When the ladies get here, you are treat them with respect that is required of a dignified being. They outrank you here because you are the scum of the school. You are here on a grant which is given to the poorest of the poor. Also they will attempt to train you for two weeks. If you do not pass, you will get a final two weeks. If you do not pass this time. You will go to a prison solitary confinement facility called Drackeep. This is an order from Hades himself.

What you will learn is how to live as a human does. You will cook for yourselves, you will clean up after yourselves, you will do your own laundry. All with no special powers except for the muscles and bones that you have and the machinery that the ladies will teach you how to use.
You will have classes five days a week from eight in the morning to 11:30. from 11:30 to 12:30 you will fix your meal, eat and clean up your mess. From 12:30 to 3:30, you will have classes. You will do your homework, chores and fix your own meal each day. On the Saturday, you will thoroughly clean your room and areas.

An questions?" he asked at the end of his lecture.

Before he left, he would have to get everything sorted out. He couldn't very well have his things go and fall into disrepair while he was away. He couldn't have his brothers having one above him, which would happened if he came home and happened to see his He would have his good friend, Naberius, manage his estates. He'd have one last meetup with that fool Agares, and they'd have a nice chat before he left and he was left back to his conniving ways. He'd play one last game with Paimon before he left as well. Of course he'd give one last kiss to Inanna, and then he would-

What? Where was he know?

Where in Hades' name was he now? Everything around him seemed so damned foreign. Nothing around him looked familiar. He couldn't handle it. Ruomahl was too confused to think properly. What had happened? Just then, a thought went through his mind.

That unmatchable bastard!

If there was one thing that was good about the mortals, it was how they took care of their young. Ruomahl, on the other hand, felt like he had been taken out with the trash. His father probably would have liked the comparison. His parents, both of them, apparently did not think his social ties were very important things. Ruomahl felt a pang of some emotion. Why should his father have so much power over him, and for what reason did he see it fit for Ruomahl to be deprived of such power?

Ruomahl thought he might as well look around. After all, now that he was here for sure it wouldn't hurt. Someone came to his door. This must have been that annoying advisor that his father had talked about. Ruomahl really didn't want to listen to him, but as of right now he didn't much of a choice. He'd have a schedule, attend school, and do chores. Surely back-breaking work. Whatever it was, it'd probably be as painful as heaven, considering how badly everything else had already gone. Ruomahl sighed. He might as well get used to the situation.

Zairos sat there writhing in his own thoughts. Me poor? When I return home as the first prince, I will have wealth humans have never seen. How dare I be called scum.

He did nothing about it he just waited, waiting for some mortal woman to lecture him on how to live.

Kosdar snorted in disbelief. Drackeep? It wasn't like they hadn't been through Hell before and now whats more is that they were apparently going to be out ranked by mere humans? Still in the back of his mind behind his anger Kosdar was scared of the thought, many tales were told of that place none of them good. Guessing from the man's ominous wording it seemed if they were sent there they weren't coming back. "No questions from me." Kosdar said still irritated at this man lording his power over them. He wondered when these "ladies" would arrive, hopefully they wouldn't be too ugly. He thought about making his own meals and doing the chores that his slaves did. Absolutely ridiculous, when would he need these so called "skills" in real life? Never that's when, is what Kosdar thought angrily to himself.