Chapter 6 – The PTA Meeting from Hell (Literally)

I used to think PTA meetings were boring gatherings where middle-aged parents argued about vending machine sugar limits.

That was before Lilith decided to join.

And declare war.

Scene: PTA Room, Monday – 6:00 PM

There's something terrifying about a woman walking into a school meeting in 6-inch stilettos, a blood-red pencil skirt, and a blouse so powerful it made the principal visibly forget his wife's name.

Lilith strolled in like she owned the school—which, given her demon queen energy and bank account, might not be far off.

I was sitting in the back, hiding behind a fruit juice dispenser, internally screaming.

She said she just wanted to "observe." She brought a war binder. There are tabs.

Introducing the Enemy: Ms. Bianca

Biology teacher. PTA President. High heels. Hair too perfect. Smiles like a Disney villain who found religion and Pilates.

She stood up and did her usual thing—talking about modesty in uniforms, healthy cafeteria options, and banning "those obscene idol posters in lockers."

Then Lilith raised her hand.

"Excuse me," she purred. "If we're discussing uniforms, I suggest we begin with yours."

Everyone froze.

Bianca blinked. "Pardon?"

"Your blouse is polyester. It offends my eyes."

The Meeting Implodes (In Style)

Bianca: "Who even are you?"

Lilith: "Kazuki's stepmother. I've come to protect his mortal purity and ensure his academic success."

Me: "My what now?"

Lilith, to the room: "I've prepared a five-point plan to improve school morale, raise GPA scores, and eliminate bland cafeteria food. Step one: fire the drama teacher. He's clearly cursed."

The drama teacher: starts sobbing

Bianca tried to fight back.

She failed.

Words were exchanged. Passive-aggression became active. Lilith summoned a PowerPoint mid-air using magic. The screen actually burst into flames during slide three.

The Room Erupted in Debate

The band teacher accused the janitor of being a vampire (not wrong).

A mom threw her latte.

Someone fainted when Lilith summoned a demon intern named Gorpax to pass out index cards.

By the end, Lilith was standing on the conference table, wings out, pointing a crystal pointer at the budget spreadsheet screaming, "YOU CALL THIS A FIELD TRIP ALLOCATION?!"

The principal fled.

Bianca was last seen Googling "spiritual cleansing services."

After the War – Outside the School

Lilith walked out with me like it was a casual stroll.

She looked pleased.

"Why?" I asked. "Why did you do this?"

"Because," she said, brushing imaginary dust off her shoulder, "that woman looked at you like you were a snack. And only I get to look at you like that."

My nose bled for 3.5 minutes.

Later That Night – Kazuki's Room

I got a new note in my locker the next morning.

From Bianca.

It read:

"Tell your stepmother I hope she chokes on her sarcasm. Tell her I'll see her at the next meeting. Tell her I'll bring visual aids."

Lilith found it.

She smiled too wide.

"Oh good," she whispered. "War it is."

End of Chapter 6

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Chapter 7 – I Accidentally Joined a Cult Club and Now I'm Their Prophet

There are two rules I've learned in high school:

If a club meets in the basement, leave immediately.

If a girl with glowing eyes hands you a pamphlet and says, "You have the aura of a destined messiah," sprint.

Guess who broke both rules?

That's right.

Ya boy.

Scene: Tuesday Afternoon – The Basement Door

It started with a flyer taped to my locker:

✨**Join the "Spiritual Wellness & Pancake Enrichment Society"**✨

For peace of mind, fluffy breakfast foods, and possible enlightenment.

Room B1 – Basement Level

P.S. First-timers get syrup.

Now, in my defense… they said pancakes.

Scene: Room B1 – a.k.a. Hell's Waiting Room

The room was dark.

Too dark.

There were candles in a pentagram shape, a suspicious amount of velvet pillows, and soft chanting in Latin that sounded suspiciously like the opening to a K-pop song played backwards.

At the center stood her—the Cult President.

A soft-spoken girl with long white hair, massive eyes, and a robe way too dramatic for an after-school club.

She turned to me like I'd walked in holding salvation itself.

"You've come," she whispered.

"I really just wanted pancakes."

"You've come," she repeated, eyes shining. "The One Foretold in Snaccrifice Chapter III."

"Sorry—Snaccrifice??"

The Prophecy of the Pancake Messiah

Apparently, I'm the "Fluffy-Born," a mythological figure said to appear when syrup runs dry and the school's energy dips below 40% GPA.

They handed me a staff made from a broom, covered in glitter glue and maple syrup.

They made me chant something that may or may not have been a waffle recipe in ancient demon tongue.

They bowed.

A lot.

And then they gave me a pancake.

It was actually kind of good.

Things Escalated Quickly

Within an hour, they:

Made me sit on a throne of decorative beanbags

Declared Wednesdays "Kazuki Worship Day"

Composed a haiku about my eyebrows

Started planning a temple in the Home Ec room

I texted Lilith for help.

She responded with:

"Are they cute? Send pics."

Scene: Lilith Crashes the Club

Twenty minutes later, the door exploded.

Lilith stepped through the smoke, sunglasses on, holding a Starbucks and a taser wand.

"Move," she said to the robed members, "unless you want your souls exfoliated."

"But he's the Fluffy-Born!" one girl shouted.

"He's a hormonal idiot who once got stuck in a hoodie," Lilith snapped.

She grabbed me by the collar.

"We're leaving."

"But—"

"No cults. Not even pancake ones."

Later That Night – Deprogramming

We sat at the kitchen table, Lilith reviewing the "official cult literature" (which included a pancake recipe book and a crude sketch of me riding a toaster).

She sighed.

"Okay, I'll admit it's a little flattering they made you a deity."

"I know, right?!"

"But next time you join a club," she said, "please make sure they don't worship you unless they at least offer insurance."

End of Chapter 7

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