Silence reigned in all of the building...except for one room. A single door, both entrance and exit, is the only thing that kept the music contained, the only thing that kept them contained. Nine in number they were, but who were they? Nine young adults...nine boys...nine Princes of Hell...nine completely out of control devils.

Some of the boys were dancing and some were jumping around on furniture, some were singing and some were shouting, but they were all doing one thing alike: making a big damn noise and mess. The room was bland and not well furnished, but it was pumping with loud music and static energy. Still, there was one notable thing about the room aside from its current occupants, that being the mirror that ran along most of the East and South wall.

Just beyond that mirror was another room, one with less destructive occupants: seven angels and nine devils, the ArchAngels of Heaven and the Kings of Hell, all of whom had extremely displeased and grim looks on their faces.

"This....is possibly the worst batch yet," said a winged man with brown hair: Michael.

"It's nothing we haven't seen before," said another very confident angel with silvery-gold hair: Gabriel.

"Are you ready to meet them yet?" asked one of the devil kings. His voice was a bit low and with a hint of shame as memories were dragged up of not only how he had once been, but how he had once been with the other eight kings as well.

Though these nine kings had once acted wildly as the nine princes they were observing now, they now were extremely well reserved and refined, just as kings should be. It was actually this that brought these kings to bring their sons to Heaven, just as it was this that had brought all the past generations of Kings of Hell to bring their sons to Heaven and to the Seven Archangels. Each generation, you see, must be trained in the proper ways, and the only ones truly qualified to do that were the angels, whom never changed generations and who always were steadfastly proper in how they acted.

"Let's go in," Gabriel said after a silent moment. He turned from the two-way mirror that gave them a special window of insight on the princes and left the room, the other angels and the devil kings following in line after him.

The princes, in their bland little room, were still partying like wild children with no manners whatsoever. They weren't stupid—they were well aware that the mirror was more than a mirror and that someone was undoubtedly watching them—but they didn't really care. They never cared. Actually, in the end, if having an audience did anything for the princes' behavior, it made it worse.

Two of the princes—the terror twins, Deadra and Dehborah—slammed into each other when trying to jump from the chairs they were on past each other to different chairs. They had only just fallen to the floor to great applause and howls of entertainment from the other princes when the single door in the room was opened.

All at once everything came to a halt, even the music stopped, as an angel was revealed. With wicked curiosity the nine teenage devils watched as in came not just the one angel, but six others and their own fathers as well. They had known they were in Heaven for something special, but they didn't know what exactly it was yet. They were soon to find out, though.

"'Ey, what's this? Angels?" Deadra said as he dragged himself up off the floor. He extended to his twin brother a hand, offering to help him up as well.

"Seven angels," Dehborah said with a smirk as he grabbed his brother's hand and yanked him back down onto the floor.

"ArchAngels," flatly stated the only prince in glasses: Darrel.

"How nice to know that at least one of you can recognize us, though we never before have met," said Gabriel with much too much kindness in his voice and expression. You could visibly see one or two of the princes gag at such an angelicly kind smile as he had on his face.

"What's going on?" asked a charcoal haired prince: Dante.

"Haven't you figured it out yet?" asked one of the angels with a slight smile that wasn't half so kind as Gabriel's.

"You boys....you know, we, as your fathers, have told you boys often how we used to be like you when we were younger. What we never told you, though, was how we came to be how we are today..." said one of the devil kings slowly, "Gabriel, Michael, Uriel, Raziel, Raphael, Zadkiel, and Zophiel: the Seven Archangels of Heaven, and the ones who have trained every last one of your ancestors in the proper ways of kings..."

"Hold on a second there, pops. You're saying you were trained by these guys?" Dehborah asked, pushing up off the floor to stand finally. The smirk that had been on his face was gone, replaced by a soft frown and disbelief.

"And now you expect us to be trained by them?" added in Deadra as he also pushed up off the floor and stood once again. He looked more amused by this thought than upset, but he also seemed to have more of a belief that it was a joke.

"Yes, that's exactly what I—" the king started to reply, but he was cut off shortly.

"We refuse." The words rang out loud and clear, drawing all eyes in the room quickly to one point. The prince that had said that was sitting lazily in a chair, leaning on his upright knee as he stared with little interest at the angels and the kings. This prince, with his devil's tail flicking about carelessly, looked to be the youngest, which would make him the least influential of them. But that was not so.

"You're Damien, am I correct?" asked Gabriel, his smile not faltering at the flat-out refusal.

"Yeah, I am. You want a prize for guessing that right or something?" said the prince, Damien, sitting up and leaning forward now.

"Damien....you are, as the eldest prince, the "leader" of this generation, you know. Your choices are very powerful and influence the other princes. It's up to you to choose what is best for your group, and, really, don't you think it's best if you all are trained properly for what your future holds?" Gabriel said, his voice very soothing and soft as though he was talking to a young child that was throwing a tantrum.

"Brown-noser," Dehborah coughed out, bringing his hand to his mouth to fake his cough and hide his smirk. Deadra snickered softly, not bothering to hide his own smirk.

"Tell me, Gabriel, does saying that ever work? Seriously, saying such things really is only more likely to hurt things for your persuasion than help them. You'd think after dealing with generations of devils that you would know that by now," Damien said a slight sigh, his voice airy and almost like he was disappointed that the angel was so stupid.

"Hmmm....well, I suppose it doesn't really matter what I say. Whether or not I do persuade you right away, you are staying here and you are going to be trained properly. Really, we have the permission of your parents, and we need nothing more than that," Gabriel said. The kindness, while still there, was overshadowed now by a very flat I've-already-beaten-you tone.

That was all that needed to be said, those words were all that needed to be spoken to start the war. The princes were set off immediately, all starting to shout their protests at once. The kings had to step in now to calm down the princes (and possibly prevent any physical fighting).

One prince, though, didn't react. Damien just continued to sit there in his seat, watching the archangels with hatred starting to grow and spread quickly. His violet eyes flickered with an unspoken threat as he narrowed them in anger. Nobody noticed, though, as the prince seethed and began planning how he and the other devil princes were going to take down the Seven ArchAngels of Heaven once and for all.