#amaimon x reader

[xjulixred45x]

Y'know I see a lot of yanplatonic, what about... Just yan? 😩👀

Mephisto, Lucifer, and Amaimon?

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(if you have to choose a species, half demon, but it'd be cool if you don't specify either 🩵.)

Okay!(I'll do for separete bc You didn't specify so)

Yandere Mephisto Pheles/ Lucifer/Amaimon x Reader: general Headcanons

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: neutral

Warnings: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, OBSESIVE BEHAVIOR, OVERPROTECTION, UNHEALTY MINDSET, WILLING READER IN SOME CASES, CONTROL FREAK LUCIFER, KIND OF DELUSIONAL AMAIMON, MEPHISTO IS A WARNING BY HIMSELF. i think it's all.

Mephisto Pheles

This is going to sound like an unpopular opinion, but Mephisto seems WORSE to me than Lucifer AND Amaimon.

simply because he does not take his partner seriously even if it is voluntary. Be it demon, human, half demon, etc.

Let me explain myself better.

Mephisto gives me vibes of a flamboyant, possessive and quite jealous yandere.

As much as he finds humans interesting, it is not the same as being on their side or wanting to protect them. They are all the same to him.

so his darling would have to stand out in some way, and it can be in any way, whether it be being a pure soul among the other exorcists (like Yuri in a way) or even being someone very dedicated to exorcism, who is not afraid to say how much they hates demons, how much they HATES them, and above all they are not afraid of him despite the great difference in power between the two.

THAT interests Mephisto, it is something fresh, something GENUINELY interesting that he would like to investigate, SOMETHING NEW.

SOMETHING HE CAN KEEP AND HAVE FOR HIMSELF.

I think he is one of those who generate an obsession the fastest (first there is Amaimon) but he acts quite quickly when they capture his interest.

He tries to be a gentleman and thus learn more about his victim i mean Darling , and thus he realizes that they are better than he thought, his tendencies worsening considerably.

quite a few gifts, which become more personal regardless of whether the darling accepts or rejects them.

He also shamelessly makes Darling spend time with him even during work hours, be it bringing him something to his office (when his servant can do it), making him take their breaks in HIS office drinking tea (having awkward conversations , What fun).

or watching from afar their missions to 1- make sure Darling is okay 2- watch his sweetheart work and 3- kill in a "subtle" way anyone who sees too close or has already tried to hurt Darling.

He definitely stalks darlings in dog form, or even rubs against them so they can pamper him that way (it works sometimes because they don't realize it's him).

When it comes to the escorting (kidnapping) part to his house, Mephisto acts as if he is dealing with a terrified pet and not a living being that wants to leave.

He is quite condescending and although he is somewhat patient at first, his patience runs out quite quickly.

His punishments are more on the psychological side, mostly using his manipulation of time.

for example, trapping darling in a loop until they apologize, making them relive a particularly traumatic moment, etc.

Mephisto doesn't harm them physically, but he has no problem destroying their minds.

If Darling were a volunteer, things would be slightly better, no punishments and more freedom to go out, but he would really still be a jealous clingy.

Mephisto would continue giving many gifts, especially clothes that he would like to see Darling in (German clothes, with a theme similar to his, anime, etc.)

If Darling behaves enough, he takes them out for a walk around the academy or to his amusement park! after all he likes it when they have fun with him.

He's a piece of shit, he demands physical contact, he won't take NO for an answer (although sometimes he tricks you with the dog form to get it).

There is no way Darling can get out or ask for help, since they would have to ask for help from Lucifer or several of his brothers to have ONE CHANCE to escape (aside from the fact that they can't even leave the palace without MEPHISTO HIMSELF with them).

Just have to say...good luck with it.

Lucifer

Ah, our favorite control freak.

He seems like a better option than Mephisto to me for the simple fact that at the very least he DOES CARE that darling wants him, he cares about what THEY want even if he is a selfish piece of shit who is willing to keep them away from the world JUST so that HE can be happy.

At least he's honest with that.

He is an obsessive yandere, somewhat delusional, overprotective, etc.

I think it would take him longer than Amaimon and Mephisto to fall in love with someone.

and I honestly like the scenario that he becomes obsessed with someone and constantly watches over them.

At first he tries to rationalize that it is for the good of the infiltration mission.

but inconveniently he ends up noticing things about darling's everyday life that resonate.

ends up accumulating all possible information about them, what they like, what they don't, allergies, past, friends, enemies (people to kill), etc.

For Lucifer, watching Darling live their life is like an escape from his own life with constant pain, living his days through theirs.

and that ends up generating a certain feeling of affection, appreciation, love.

which quickly becomes obsessive when he realizes that they could be attacked or DIE at any moment if they remain vulnerable.

and imagine EVERY possible way for this to happen.

So he decides that the best way to keep Darling safe is to have them with the Illuminati.

The kidnapping is probably carried out by either Shima or Homare and in the quickest/gentlest way possible. If Darling ended up with unnecessary lacerations I can assure you that Lucifer would take care of the "problem" without thinking :)

As for the "adjustment period" after that, Lucifer is quite patient, more than one would expect.

As delulu as he is, he knows that "changing the environment" is a stressful situation and he justifies Darling's initial actions in that way, the shouting, attacking the staff, trying to leave his room, everything is justifiable to him.

(They already say that love makes you blind... In Lucifer Case, Blind AND deaf af)

Lucifer gives Darling a rank in the Illuminati, just below his own, and all possible privileges within the ship. but it still has the clear restriction of, well, not running away.

His punishments fall more into the realm of removing privileges and isolation, it does not reach the level of Mephisto, but isolation definitely leaves its consequences and removing privileges leaves Darling even worse than before.

Lucifer demands to spend time with darling, things like them accompanying him on his stretcher when he can't move, taking walks around the base, reading together, "going out" to private places just the two of them.

I can definitely see him as touch-starved, but with how sick he is he can only do that when he's stable enough to stand, so rest assured that when that happens, he'll be attached to darling like a bug.

If Darling behaves, they will be pampered as if it were their birthday, Lucifer will meet certain demands such as books, materials for hobbies (art, writing, crafts, etc.), perhaps a pet, periodic departures from the ship with him or Homare, etc. .

His darling is more likely to have Stockholm syndrome, he treats them very lovingly and at the same time rebukes any hint of seeking their freedom, so it is understandable.

Just follow the rules, don't go outside the lines, and your new life will be minimal, manageable, and at best. easy. Just don push your luck and let Lucifer "love" You as it's do.

Amaimon

my favorite of the demon brothers. So sorry if i extend myself on this one

Amaimon is interesting, because he is the one who would become interested in someone the fastest. but it does not mean that it would be something positive from the beginning.

We already know that he only looks at people strong enough to give him a good fight, so it would be quite normal to expect that from his Darling.

someone who can kick his butt, hurt his pride, etc. or even a member of the Shiemihaza family tree.

DARLING HAS TO BE SOMEONE STRONG. OTHERWISE, THEY DOESN'T HAVE MANY CHANCES OF EVEN SURVIVING AMAIMON.

not because he has the possibility of intentionally killing darling, but rather unintentionally 😅

Either way, this person catches Amaimon's interest and at first he HATES THEM.

not only because of his wounded pride, but because he generally can't stand being interested in someone he considers inferior.

and even worse, HE WANTS TO SEE THEM AGAIN.

It's like love hate at first 😅

Amaimon will demand a fight with darling and will not leave until he is satisfied, which could lead to an interesting series of draws.

and little by little Amaimon can decipher what he really FEELS about Darling.

either by himself asking Mephisto about it.

Either way, he realizes that he doesn't really hate Darling, on the contrary.

partly he wants them close.

He wants to be the only one they fight with.

with whom they make jokes, with whom they talk.

HE WANTS TO BE THE ONLY ONE.

But at the same time he thinks it would be boring to just lock them in one place and never change, or worse, have them hate him now that he finally has something like a "friend"/"love interest."

so Amaimon resigns himself to isolating Darling from the others. He is surprisingly calculating at that.

He has no problem killing and getting rid of Darling's friends, family, and companions if it means spending time with him.

If Darling somehow realized that Amaimon is the one who is disappearing his loved ones, maybe they can manipulate him so that he doesn't do it and they simply stop seeing his family.

Amaimon in general is the ONLY one of the three that can be manipulated by darling, precisely because he only thinks about fighting, sweets and darling, in that order.

Also darling can bribe him with candy to leave them alone for a while, it works 9 times out of 10, the 10th time he will want to eat the candy WITH darling.

He's terrible with words unlike his brothers, and even his attempts to cheer up Darling seem like threats🤣 but he tries.

is the most likely to have a willing darling, because let's be honest, anyone else wouldn't want to fight Amaimon twice, so if someone fights Amaimon SEVERAL times it's because either 1- he's Rin or 2- he likes fighting him. to some extent.

Besides, like I said, he don't have to kidnap his darling because the charm of your relationship is that only HE can plague their time and fight with them whenever HE wants.

Amaimon simply has neither the patience nor the emotional intelligence to deal with an unwitting darling.

When they are both tired of fighting, they just talk nonsense about humans, life, eat sweets, etc. It's surprisingly nice.

God forbid someone tries to keep Darling away from Amaimon, he will make a blue night 2.0.

And he also doesn't tolerate being lied to, he can be very scary when he's angry.

It is the easiest way to "escape" from being kidnapped as is, rather under his constant threat of killing all your family and friends...

Darling's safest bet is to go with Mephisto, yes, as ironic as it may sound, but Amaimon is still afraid of his brother after all. so it would be useful to have him as an ally.

I would say that it is the easiest to handle and can even be pleasant, but that does not make it any less stressful and terrifying.

Don't let anyone see you, touch you, hit you, NOTHING... and everything will be fine.

not great, but good.

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[lewin-lights-wife]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･WHOOPS!

BLUE EXORCIST SMAU!

In which the AOEX men accidentally confess to you. (Pre-Relationship)

CHARACTERS: Rin, Yukio, Shima, Ryuji, Lewin, Arthur, Mephisto, Amaimon, Lucifer. GENDER: Femme

[fanfictionstuff]

Amaimon x Reader (that Mephisto likes)

Lol I should probably actually give it a name since it'll be three parts.

Based on a request I received, Amaimon basically has no experience with physical human interaction beyond fighting. Mephisto is interested in the reader, but requests her help to show Amaimon around because Amaimon would know better than to harm her, and he has never shown interest in humans, so Mephisto doesn't view him as a threat.

There will be pregnancy in the second part as part of the request.

This is going to be a lot longer than I originally planned. This is part one of maybe three? (7200 words for part one)

“You…want me to babysit?” You look at Mephisto with curiosity. You had expected to hear about a dangerous mission based on his tone during the phone call. Mephisto solemnly nods. “Yes, I know this is a lot to ask of you, but I believe you’ll be the best person to help watch him.”

You have very little experience with kids; how are you supposed to babysit? “I would have someone else do it, but I’m afraid he might harm them.” Harm? Are we talking about a child? “What makes you think he won’t harm me?” Mephisto smirks, his eyes scanning your body. “Because I will get rid of him if he harms you.” You blink in surprise; there was a threat, but it wasn’t aimed at you. “Come in, brother.”

The side door swings open, and you swiftly understand why he summoned you. It’s not a child. “Allow me to introduce you to my brother, Amaimon, the Demon King of Earth,” Mephisto smirks at your stunned expression.

The demon standing before you occupies the vessel of a young man, characterized by his green hair, golden eyes, and unique fashion sense. His unusual burgundy jacket, tattered at the hem, is paired with a pink and black striped shirt, a vest, and a yellow striped tie, along with green arm warmers. As your gaze travels down his entire figure, you raise an eyebrow. Are those green tights? He looks less than impressed about being here. “You want me to watch a demon king?”

Mephisto nods, “It’s been a while since Amaimon has been in Assiah; I need someone to ensure he doesn’t harm anyone or anything.”                                                                                                 

“Me?”

He nods again.

You glance between the two demon kings. Maybe Amaimon can sense it, but you don’t want to say it aloud. Slowly, you walk towards Mephisto and pull out your phone, opening the notes app.

Are you kidding me? I don’t even have enough power to HUMOR a demon king.

Mephisto casually waves away your concerns as if it’s no big deal that he asked you to babysit a demon king. “I assure you, Amaimon won’t harm you. Isn’t that right, Amaimon?” The demon strides towards you, his eyes scanning your form. “Right.” he confirms with a nod. “Big Brother told me he’ll send me back to Gehenna if I cause you any harm. I want to stay here.” He holds up a tourist magazine, featuring Osaka Castle on one page, with the city’s skyline on the other. “Can you take me here? Big Brother says he’s too busy.”

You glance at Mephisto, who shrugs, seemingly unfazed by the notion of you taking Amaimon to Osaka. “Amaimon possesses the key of eternity, allowing him to go wherever he wishes. However, for now, he isn’t permitted to leave the city unless he’s with you.”

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. "So I'm not just babysitting, I'm also playing tour guide?" 

Amaimon tilts his head at you, his golden eyes unblinking. "I want to try Takoyaki. And okonomiyaki. And melonpan." He pulls a lollipop from his pocket, unwrapping it with his burgundy claws before popping it into his mouth. "Big Brother says you know all the good places." 

You shoot Mephisto a glare. "I've been to Osaka twice." 

"Twice more than Amaimon," Mephisto replies with that infuriating smirk. He adjusts his white jacket and leans back in his chair. "Consider it a paid vacation. All expenses covered, of course." 

"And if he decides to level a building because someone cuts in line?" 

Mephisto's expression darkens slightly. "Then our agreement ends, and so does his time in Assiah." 

“What's next, taking Satan to Disneyland?"

Mephisto's grin widens, his purple eyes gleaming with amusement. "Now there's an idea. Though I imagine the lines would be significantly shorter."

Amaimon steps closer, invading your personal space without hesitation. He smells like candy and something earthy—soil after rain, perhaps. 

"Think of it as a cultural exchange! My dear brother needs to learn how to... interact properly in Assiah. Who better to teach him than you?"

"Anyone," you reply dryly. "Literally anyone would be better."

Amaimon circles you slowly, his movements oddly fluid, like a predator assessing potential prey. You force yourself to stand still, refusing to show fear despite your racing heart.

"You smell interesting," he comments, leaning uncomfortably close. "Not like other humans."

You take a step back, creating distance between yourself and the demon king. "I use a special soap," you lie, not wanting to give him any more interest in you than he already has.

"Hmm." Amaimon appears unconvinced but redirects his focus to his lollipop, twirling it between his clawed fingers before putting it back in his mouth.

Mephisto claps his hands together. "Well! Now that introductions are complete, shall we discuss the details?" He pulls a thick envelope from inside his jacket. "Everything you need is here—funds, contact information, and a special phone should you need to reach me in an emergency."

You reluctantly take the envelope. "How long am I supposed to do this?"

“A few days should suffice.” 

"A few days?" You stare at Mephisto incredulously. "What exactly constitutes an 'emergency' when it comes to a Demon King?"

Mephisto taps his chin thoughtfully. "Oh, you know, the usual. Spontaneous earthquakes, summoning of his familiars, excessive property damage exceeding one million yen..." He waves his hand dismissively. "Nothing you can't handle."

Mephisto rises from his chair. "You'll know an emergency when you see it. Besides, I have faith in your judgment." He slowly walks toward you, placing his hand on your shoulder before moving to cup your cheek in an oddly affectionate gesture. “I assure you; you’ll be safe.”

He turns his attention to Amaimon and gives you a stern look. "Remember our agreement. Behave yourself."

Amaimon nods, but there's something in his golden eyes that makes you uneasy—a flicker of mischief, perhaps, or simply the inhuman nature of his gaze.

"I want to leave now," Amaimon announces abruptly, crushing the lollipop between his teeth with a sharp crack. He pulls another from his pocket in the same motion, unwrapping it with practiced ease. 

You glance at your watch. It's barely past eight. "Right now?" 

"Yes. I've been waiting here for hours while Big Brother talked on the phone," Amaimon complains, his tone flat despite the obvious impatience in his words. "It's boring here." 

Mephisto sighs dramatically. "Perhaps you should indulge him." 

You shoot Mephisto a pointed look. "Fine. But I need to go home and pack first." 

"No need!" Mephisto snaps his fingers, and a small pink suitcase appears beside you with a puff of smoke. "I took the liberty of packing your essentials." 

You stare at the suitcase, then back at Mephisto. "You were in my apartment?" 

"Details, details," he waves dismissively. "Everything you need for three-”

"Three days," you finish, picking up the pink suitcase. It's lighter than expected. "Let me guess – you didn't actually pack any of my things, did you?"

Mephisto grins. "I may have taken some... creative liberties with your wardrobe. Consider it a gift."

"Great," you mutter, already dreading what clothing choices await inside. "Anything else I should know before we leave?"

Mephisto shakes his head. “No, he knows to behave.”

“If he knows to behave why am I-”

“I’ll pay you extra for being his personal tour guide.”

Amaimon tugs at your sleeve, his expression unchanged but his impatience evident. "Can we go now? I want to see the big metal tower."

"That's in Tokyo," you explain automatically. "Osaka has—"

"I know where things are," Amaimon interrupts, crunching down on his lollipop. "I want to see all of it," Amaimon says. "Big Brother never lets me explore properly." 

You take a deep breath, mentally calculating your life choices that led to this moment. Babysitting a Demon King wasn't exactly on your bucket list. 

"Alright, fine. Let's go then," you concede, picking up the pink suitcase. "But we're setting some ground rules first." 

Amaimon tilts his head, golden eyes fixed on you with unsettling intensity. "Rules?" 

"Yes, rules. Number one: no destroying property. Number two: no harming humans. Number three: you listen to me when I tell you to stop doing something." 

Mephisto chuckles. "How charmingly optimistic of you."

You ignore him, focusing on Amaimon instead. "Do you understand the rules?" 

Amaimon nods slowly, but his expression remains blank. "No destroying, no hurting, listen to you. Can we go now?”

You feel yourself being pulled toward the door, Amaimon's grip on your sleeve surprisingly strong yet careful not to rip the fabric. With a resigned sigh, you glance back at Mephisto, who gives nothing but a cheerful wave and a wink.

"Have fun, you two! Remember, Amaimon—best behavior!"

The door closes behind you, and suddenly, you're alone in the hallway with the Demon King of Earth. He releases your sleeve and stares at you expectantly, golden eyes unblinking.

"So..." you start, awkwardly shifting the weight of your suitcase from one hand to the other. "I suppose we should head to the train station." 

Amaimon shakes his head and reaches into his pocket. Instead of pulling out another lollipop, he retrieves an ornate brass key with intricate carvings. "This is faster," he states. 

He approaches a maintenance closet in the hallway, inserts the key, and turns it. When he opens the door, instead of mops and cleaning supplies, you see he’s placed the both of you in the middle of the city. 

"The Key of Eternity," you murmur, recalling Mephisto's words. "That's... convenient." 

Amaimon doesn't respond, already stepping through the doorway. You hurry after him, afraid to lose sight of your charge in the first five minutes of your assignment. 

“Where are we going?” You question as Amaimon seems focused on a certain destination. He ignores your question, his eyes scanning the area for something particular. “There.” After a minute of walking, he finally stops and points towards a tall building.

Amaimon guides you into the hotel, which appears quite upscale, though perhaps not quite five-star.  The staff behind the desk greets you warmly as you approach the desk. “Hello, do you have a reservation?”

Amaimon nods and pulls out an ID, surprising you. You have no idea who he is meant to be. “Oh, Mr Faust.”

Faust? That’s Mephisto’s name for his identity. You lean forward attempting to get a peak at the ID, but the staff is holding it out of reach. “Ma’am, we’ll need your ID too.” Awkwardly, you pass them your ID while still trying to see who Amaimon is meant to be.

“One room?” Your eyes widen as they hand you the keycard. “There has to be some kind of mistake; we—” Your complaint dies on your lips as Amaimon stares into your eyes. Right, probably for the best. “There are two beds, right?” The staff nods.

They hand Amaimon the keycard and share information about when breakfast is and how to order room service. You’re barely paying attention until you hear  “Seven days.” Your head snaps up. “Sorry, what did you say?”

“Your booking is for seven days.” The lady behind the desk informs you.

“No, no. That can’t be right; it shouldn’t be more than three days.”

The woman points at the computer screen. “It’s one week, Miss _____.” You glance at Amaimon, but he appears unfazed.

“One week?” You whisper to him. “Big brother made the reservation. Not me.” He replies, turning to walk towards the elevator. “Let’s go _____.”

You breathe a sigh of relief when Amaimon opens the hotel room and there are two beds. “So, what do you want to do first?”

Everything.

Amaimon wants to do everything.

You let out a sigh while holding a bag filled with the random items that Amaimon insisted on buying, as his arms were already occupied with two large bags. “Amaimon, would you like to grab some lunch?”

Amaimon gazes curiously at the grill in front of you as the waitress approaches with a bowl of batter and an assortment of items to add. His attention shifts back to you, and he observes intently as the waitress explains how to use the grill and asks if you need anything else.

“Have you had Okonomiyaki before?” You question the demon king as you pour some batter in a circle in front of you. “No.”

Having a conversation with him is hard; he’s the complete opposite of Mephisto. If the purple-haired demon were here, he’d gladly chat away about all sorts of random topics. But if Amaimon is not one for conversation, does that mean you would be annoying him by trying to engage?

An awkward (for you) silence falls over the two of you; you don’t speak up again until it’s finished, and you serve half of it to him on a small plate. He stares at you blankly, and you glance around nervously. “Are you going to try it?” you ask timidly, unsure why he isn’t eating anything.

Amaimon blinks, his expression still blank. “You aren’t going to feed me?"

“Why would I—"

He interrupts by pointing over your shoulder. You glance at what he’s indicating and see a young couple giggling and feeding each other.

Oh. “No, they’re in a relationship. We’re just friends. Or maybe 'acquaintances' is a more accurate term...”

Amaimon stares at the couple a moment later before turning his attention back to you. “Okay.”

After your awkward lunch, you manage to persuade Amaimon to return to the hotel room. Although you had only been shopping all morning and having lunch, you already feel drained. Or perhaps it’s more of a mental fatigue. You’ve been on edge all day, worried that Amaimon might destroy something or trigger some other dramatic incident. Why else would Mephisto ask you to watch him? From what you’ve seen, he seems quite normal. He shows a hint of childlike curiosity and occasionally appears puzzled by what fascinates others. However, beyond that, he mostly seems uninterested in everything after a brief examination.

Back at the hotel, you collapse onto your bed, dropping the shopping bags with a tired sigh. Amaimon, on the other hand, appears completely energized, instantly unloading his purchases onto his bed—an assortment of souvenirs, snacks, and peculiar trinkets that had piqued his interest. 

"We need to go to the castle tomorrow," he says, arranging his new possessions with unexpected care. 

You prop yourself up on your elbows. "Sure, we can do that. But perhaps we should take it a bit slower. After all, we have seven days, right?" 

Amaimon pauses his sorting and tilts his head slightly to look at you. "Are you tired already? Humans are so fragile," he comments. 

"I'm not fragile," you protest, sitting up fully. "I'm just... pacing myself." 

Amaimon gazes at you for an unnervingly long moment before standing and approaching the bed, pausing just before breaching your personal space. "What makes you special? Do you possess some sort of power? Big Brother wouldn't confide in just anyone regarding me." 

There's a quality in his tone that stirs unease—not overtly threatening, but rather a curious edge that reminds you he's not human. You shift slightly, creating a greater distance between you.

"I'm really not that special," you say carefully. "Maybe Mephisto just needed someone available."

Amaimon's golden eyes fixate on you with an unsettling intensity. "No, Big Brother is careful and calculating." He slowly pulls out another lollipop—where does he keep them all?—and unwraps it with deliberate slowness. "He chose you specifically."

Before you can respond, Amaimon turns away, his attention diverted to the television. Curiously, he picks up the remote and begins pressing buttons at random, causing the TV to flicker rapidly through the channels.

"Have you never used a remote before?" you ask, thankful for the shift in topic.

"Not this kind," he replies, finally settling on what appears to be a game show.

Amaimon moves toward his bed, sitting cross-legged on the covers as he rummages through his purchases. He continues arranging the snacks, candy, and souvenirs he bought.

"Are you planning to eat all of those now?" you ask, eyeing the fortress he's constructing.

Amaimon keeps his gaze downward. "Yes." He opens a bag of chips and takes a few, popping them into his mouth. His golden eyes rise to meet yours. "Do you want one?"

The offer catches you off guard. "Um, sure. Thanks."

Without even glancing your way, Amaimon tosses you a green lollipop, and you just manage to catch it before it collides with your face. His aim is perfect. You take a moment to examine the treat—it’s melon-flavored, it seems—before you unwrap it.

"You know," you say, "I'm surprised by how calm today has been. Based on what Mephisto suggested, I expected more..."

"Destruction?" Amaimon supplies, his mouth full of chips.

You nod, popping the candy into your mouth. "Something like that."

Amaimon reclines on his bed, surrounded by his assortment of snacks. "Big Brother is exaggerating. I don't always break things," he says. After a brief pause, he adds, "Only when I'm bored. Or annoyed." He pauses again. "Or excited."

"That's... not very reassuring."

He shrugs.

"Well, thanks for not destroying anything so far.” 

“Big Brother would kill me if I harmed you.” 

“Why?”

“I don’t know. You aren’t very interesting.”

You try not to take offense. "Thanks for your honesty, I suppose." 

Amaimon continues staring at the television, seemingly transfixed by the colorful game show in which contestants attempt to climb a slippery wall while dressed as fruit. His golden eyes track their movements with predatory focus. 

"They're weak," he remarks. "I could climb that in seconds." 

"It's supposed to be challenging for humans." 

Amaimon gazes at you, his expression unreadable. "You would fail too?”

You sigh and lean back against the headboard. "Probably. Wearing a big fruit costume. It would be difficult." 

Silence envelops you once more, interrupted only by the crunch of snacks and the television's loud sound effects. You catch yourself watching Amaimon when he isn't paying attention—the peculiar green spike in his hair, the pointed ears barely visible beneath the rest, and the way his burgundy claws carefully handle even the most fragile candy wrappers. 

"Why are you staring at me?" Amaimon asks without turning his head. 

Heat rushes to your face. "I'm just trying to understand you," you admit, choosing honesty as your best approach. "You're... not what I expected."

Amaimon turns his head toward you, golden eyes unblinking. "What did you expect?"

You hesitate, selecting your words with care. "Someone more... destructive? Like Mephisto made it sound like you might demolish a building if someone looked at you the wrong way."

He adjusts his position on the bed, sitting up to fully face you. "Why is Big Brother so interested in you?”

The sudden shift in topic catches you off guard. "What do you mean? I told you there is nothing special about me." 

Amaimon's golden eyes narrow slightly, studying you with an unnerving intensity. "Big Brother finds humans amusing, like toys." He leans in closer to you. "But he treats you differently. Protectively." 

You shake your head, feeling uneasy about this line of questioning. How did the topic even change back to this? "I think you're overthinking it. Mephisto and I are just..." What exactly are you and Mephisto? 

"Just what?" Amaimon presses, leaning forward slightly. 

"Just professional associates," you finish lamely. 

Amaimon makes a sound that could be a scoff. "Big Brother doesn't have 'professional associates.' He only has pawns and playthings." He tilts his head, those golden eyes never leaving yours. "So which one are you?" 

The question hangs in the air between you, heavy and uncomfortable. “Honestly? I think I’d rather be a pawn than a plaything… so maybe that?”

Amaimon gazes at you for a long moment, his golden eyes unwavering. Then, unexpectedly, his lips curve into what may be a fleeting smile. 

"Interesting," he says, leaning back against his pillows. "Most humans would prefer to be playthings. They believe it makes them special." He reaches for another snack. "But pawns are more valuable. Big Brother sacrifices playthings all the time, but pawns..." He pauses, contemplating. Then a look of realization crosses his face. "Pawns can become queens." 

You're not entirely sure what to make of that analogy, but something about the way he says it sends a chill down your spine. 

"Well, I'm not trying to become anything," you reply, absently twirling the lollipop stick between your fingers. "I'm just trying to get through this week without any disasters." 

"Boring," Amaimon declares, though his tone remains flat. He turns his attention back to the television, apparently done with the conversation. 

You check your phone, scrolling through messages and notifications—nothing from Mephisto, which you suppose is a good sign. 

The silence stretches between you, interrupted only by the crunch of Amaimon’s snacks and the loud television. You observe as Amaimon methodically makes his way through his snacks, wondering what's behind those golden eyes. 

"So..." you venture, desperate to break the awkward silence, "what do you enjoy doing for fun? Aside from eating sweets and sightseeing?" 

Amaimon doesn't look away from the TV. "Fighting." 

"Fighting?" 

"Strong opponents. It's fun." He crunches through another lollipop. "Games are interesting. Big Brother has many games." 

You perk up at this. "What kind of games?" 

"Video games," he finally glances your way. "Do you play games?" 

"Sometimes. I have a few on my phone." 

This appears to capture his interest. Amaimon slides off his bed and approaches yours with that unsettlingly smooth movement, sitting down beside you without an invitation. "Show me." 

You're caught off guard by his sudden closeness, but you make an effort not to reveal it. "Uh, sure." You open a simple game on your phone and pass it to him. 

Amaimon takes your phone, his burgundy claws tapping rhythmically against the screen as he studies the game. His brow furrows in concentration, and his golden eyes shimmer with the vibrant colors of the puzzle game you've opened. 

"The goal is to align three pieces of the same color," you explain, leaning in slightly to point at the screen. Once more, you catch a whiff of that earthy scent—rich soil mingling with something softly sweet. 

"I understand games," he replies in a flat tone, effortlessly swiping with surprising dexterity. His claws should be scratching the screen, yet somehow they manage not to." 

You observe him swiftly mastering the mechanics, his score rising higher than yours has ever achieved. There's a captivating quality in watching his concentrated expression, the subtle narrowing of his eyes as he encounters a challenging pattern. 

"You're good at this," you admit. 

"I know." There's no pride in his voice, just a statement of fact. "I sometimes beat Big Brother at his games. He gets annoyed." 

You can't help but smile at the image of Mephisto sulking over a video game loss. 

“Why are you smiling?” he asks, his eyes still fixed on your phone. “Sorry,” an awkward laugh escapes your lips. “I was just picturing Mephisto’s reaction to you beating him at a game.”

“Oh.”

The rest of the day is fairly boring. The two of you lounge in the room with Amaimon, asking you random questions about Assiah. You finally opened your suitcase to find Mephisto had kindly given you ridiculous clothing with his face and other cute outfits. Despite his chibi self on most of the clothes, they aren’t that bad.

Around midnight, random takeout boxes are scattered across the small table while you sleep. Amaimon sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed, engrossed in the manga he had purchased earlier that day.

“Big Brother,” Amaimon answers his phone as it vibrates next to him on the bed, still flipping through the manga.  

“How is Miss _____ doing?”

“She’s sleeping. She’s weak, why are you interested in a weak human?”

“My interest in her is of no concern to you. Have her show you around Osaka, and ensure she returns to me safely. Understood?”

Amaimon glances towards you. “Not exactly, but I promise not to hurt her.”

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“This is boring," Amaimon sighs as the two of you stand in front of the castle. His boredom doesn't surprise you; you merely nod in response. “I suppose it can feel dull if you’re not interested in the history. Is there something else you want to do?”

Amaimon pulls out his phone and looks at the list of other things to do in Osaka. “No. I’m bored. Let’s go somewhere else.”

“Somewhere else?”

He hands you his phone, and a popular tourist street appears on the screen. “Okay, we’ll need to walk through the park to catch a car there.” You return the phone to him and start walking toward one of the park’s entrances. As you walk, you don’t notice Amaimon eyeing the various young couples around you. After a moment of observing the humans, he reaches out to take your left hand. He stares at how awkwardly he’s holding your hand, then looks back at you. “Your hand is cold.” 

“I apologize for my cold hand, but, why are you even holding it?"

Amaimon studies your face with unnerving intensity, his golden eyes unblinking. "The humans are doing it." He gestures with his free hand toward the couples strolling through the park. "They hold hands when they walk together." His grip on your hand feels awkward—too rigid, his clawed fingers positioned unnaturally against yours. 

You glance around and notice that, indeed, most of the pairs nearby are holding hands, but they are clearly couples—romantic partners—not an ordinary human babysitting a demon king. 

"That's probably because they are in relationships," you explain. "Take the couple at the restaurant yesterday, for example. Hand-holding is usually an act reserved for those who are romantically involved." 

"Oh." Amaimon doesn't let go of your hand, though. If anything, his grip tightens slightly—not enough to hurt, but enough to show he has no intention of releasing it. Instead, he adjusts his hold, mimicking how he's seen others do it. "Big Brother touches humans all the time. He doesn't have romantic relationships with them." 

You feel a flush creeping up your neck. "That's... different. Mephisto is just... Well, he's Mephisto." 

Amaimon tilts his head, still not releasing your hand as you continue walking. "You're uncomfortable. Why? Is it because my hand is warm and yours is cold?" 

"No, it's not that," you say, feeling more awkward. How do you explain human social norms to a demon king? "It's just that when people see us holding hands, they'll think we're... together. As a couple." 

"Does that bother you?" Amaimon asks, his golden eyes locked onto your face with that unsettling directness. "Being perceived as my mate?" 

You almost stumble over your own feet at his direct words. "That's not— I mean—" You take a deep breath. "It's just not accurate, that's all. And 'mate' isn't exactly the term humans typically use." 

"What term do humans use?" 

"Partner. Boyfriend. Girlfriend. Significant other. Husband. Wife. Depends on the relationship." 

Amaimon contemplates the information with unexpected seriousness, still keeping his grip on your hand. His burgundy claws rest lightly against your skin, a strange contrast to their menacing appearance. "Oh. Does Big Brother hold your hand?” 

“What? No, why would he?” You give him a curious look. 

“That’s odd.” 

“What’s odd?” 

“Nothing.” He shakes his head.

"Are you hungry?" you ask, hoping to distract him.

Amaimon nods. "I want to try Takoyaki now."

Halfway to the restaurant, Amaimon pauses and glances down at your conjoined hands. “I don’t get why people like this.” He comments before letting go of your hand. “It’s boring.”

You can’t help but laugh at his comment. “Yeah, holding hands isn’t that interesting.” You put your hands into the pockets of your thin jacket. 

As you approach the Takoyaki stand, Amaimon's golden eyes are fixed on the vendor skillfully turning the little octopus balls in their half-spherical molds. His attention appears genuinely captivated by the process.

"I'd like six Takoyaki, please," you request, observing as Amaimon leans dangerously close to the sizzling grill.

"Careful," you warn, gently pulling him back by his sleeve. "That's hot."

Amaimon glances at you, seemingly puzzled by your concern. "Heat doesn't hurt me the way it hurts humans."

"Still, please don't touch it. We're trying to blend in, remember?" You hand him three Takoyaki on a small paper tray, complete with toothpicks. "Be careful, they're—"

Before you can finish your warning, Amaimon pops an entire ball into his mouth. His expression remains unchanged as he chews thoughtfully, despite it being scaldingly hot enough to burn any human tongue. 

"Hot," you finish lamely.

"It's good," he declares after swallowing. "Better than the picture." He immediately stabs another with his toothpick. He finishes them in seconds and then glances at the three you have, which you haven’t even tried yet. 

“Can I have yours?” 

“…sure. I’ll order more. Do I need to order extra for you?” 

Spending time with Amaimon is much more enjoyable than you initially expected; his straightforward questions and detached demeanor are starting to grow on you. Completely different from what you anticipated based on what Mephisto told you. 

However, everything takes a dramatic turn a few days later when you find yourself standing on the side of the street, searching for something to entertain the king. 

“______.” Amaimon stares at a couple down the street from where the two of you are standing. When you don’t answer again, he calls your name louder with a complaint. “______. I don’t like being ignored.” Sighing, you lift your head. “Yes, Amaimon?”  

“Let me kiss you.”  

You freeze, utterly confused. “What?” He points toward the couple down the street. “I want to kiss you.”

Amaimon gazes at you expectantly. Big Brother is very interested in you, and Amaimon can’t quite understand why. As he spends time with you, he finds you a bit more interesting, but he can’t pinpoint why Mephisto would be interested in you. Perhaps these interactions will provide him with the answers? After all, Mephisto wants to kiss you, right?

Your mind goes blank. “What?” 

Annoyed by your lack of answers, he steps forward and presses his lips against yours, surprisingly gentle. When he pulls away, he looks slightly confused. “Why do humans like to do that? It’s boring.”  

Feeling slightly offended, you snap. “Because I didn’t kiss you back!”

“Oh. Kiss me back.”

“No!” 

“Why?”  

Your eyes dart around. “We’re in public!”  

“So?”  

“So, I’m not going to kiss you in public.” You give him a stern look and wait for him to back down, but you don’t notice the mistake you made. You didn’t say you wouldn’t kiss him; you said you wouldn’t kiss him in public. 

Amaimon nods, leading you to mistakenly believe that he understands kissing you isn’t appropriate. His eyes wander around the narrow street, searching for a door. His mind is now made up; he wants to discover what makes kissing so appealing, especially when they kiss you back. 

He offers no excuse as he grabs your wrist and strides purposefully toward the nearest door, which appears to be mostly unused. Inserting the key, he opens it to reveal a room you’re familiar with. 

It’s your hotel room.

“Amaimon, what—” you’re interrupted as Amaimon leans forward and presses his lips against yours again. He holds the position for a moment before pulling away. “Did you kiss back? It’s still boring,” he states bluntly.

Your eyes widen in disbelief, feeling more offended than you should. "No, I didn’t kiss back. I can’t just kiss you, Amaimon!” 

“Why?” 

"Usually, when you kiss someone, it’s because you like them or, at the very least, find them attractive."

“Oh.” He seems unfazed by your response. “So, you don’t find me attractive?” He tilts his head slightly, waiting for your reply.

It never crossed your mind before; it was far beyond the realm of possibilities, so you never even entertained the thought. However, now that he stands before you, boldly asking, you can’t help but take a step back and examine him anew. “Oh. Uh.” Your eyes scan his body, allowing yourself to see him as something more for the first time since you met him a few days ago. 

“You do think I’m attractive.” Amaimon states.

There’s no point in lying. “Yes. I do.”

He leans forward again, pressing his lips against yours. 

This time, you kiss him back. It starts off tentatively, but as his lips meet yours, you instinctively respond. Amaimon keeps his eyes open, watching your reaction with a curious intensity. When he finally pulls away, a new glint in his golden eyes.

"Hmm. That's better, but I still don't understand the appeal." He tilts his head to the side like a confused animal. "Humans make it seem more exciting."

You feel a strange mix of embarrassment and amusement. "There's more to kissing than just pressing lips together, Amaimon."

"Show me." It's not a request but a demand.

"I—" You pause, glancing around the hotel room uncomfortably, struggling to maintain eye contact. 

When you don’t provide him with the answer he desires immediately, a book suddenly materializes in his hands in a puff of smoke. His eyes flit over the contents before darting back to you. “I see now,” he says, turning the book towards you and pointing to a specific paragraph discussing kissing techniques. What book is that? Your eyes widen in surprise. 

"The Complete Guide to Intimacy," you read aloud, your eyes widening at the clinical diagrams next to the text. "Amaimon, where did you get this?"

"Big Brother's library." He flips another page with his burgundy claws, studying it with the same intensity he might devote to a particularly interesting snack. "There are many kinds of kisses. This one involves tongues?" His golden eyes meet yours. "I want to try that one." 

Your face burns with an unbearable heat. "Did Mephisto give you this book?"

Amaimon shrugs, clearly uninterested in the questions. "No, I took it. He has plenty of books; he won't notice." He tosses the book aside, and it lands with a solid thud on the floor. "You're avoiding my request."

You feel your cheeks and the tips of your ears flush with heat. "Amaimon, we can't just... I mean, we've never..." Your protests falter as he draws you closer, his grip firm but not painful.

He rests his hands on your hips as he questions you. "How else am I supposed to understand if I don't practice?" He presses his lips against yours once more, this time with greater urgency. His tongue darts out, tentatively exploring your mouth and mimicking the actions described in the book.

You gasp at the sudden intimacy, and Amaimon takes advantage, deepening the kiss as his tongue glides against yours. Despite your surprise, you find yourself responding, warmth spreading through your chest. His movements start methodically, at first, as if guided by instructions from the book, but gradually become more fluid and natural.

When you finally part, breathing heavily, Amaimon's eyes have darkened slightly. "Oh," he says simply. "That was... different."

You take a deep breath to steady yourself, your heart racing. "Are we talking about something different that's good or different that’s bad?"

He thinks about this for a moment, his head tilting again. "Good, I want to do it again."

You take a step back, feeling overwhelmed by his closeness and the casual intimacy of his touch. Yet, despite your retreat, he doesn’t release you. "Amaimon, why are you really doing this? Is it just curiosity, or...?"

"Big Brother watches you," he says flatly, as if that explains everything. "His eyes are always on you. I want to know why." He tilts his head again. "Do you kiss Big Brother?” 

The question takes you completely by surprise. "What? No! I don't kiss Mephisto!" 

Amaimon's brow furrows slightly in thought. "But he does want to. I can tell." He steps closer, his golden eyes now fixed on you, gleaming with heightened curiosity. "Humans are confusing. Big Brother is confusing. He desires something from you, yet he doesn't take it. That’s unlike him.”

You step back until your legs hit the edge of the bed, and his arms fall to his sides as you slip out of his grip. "You can't just take whatever you want from people." 

"Why not?" he asks, a look of genuine perplexity on his face. "I take what I want all the time." To illustrate this, he reaches out and takes your hand, examining your fingers with a clinical detachment. "If I want something, I should have it." 

"And what exactly do you want?" Your voice comes out breathier than intended. 

Amaimon thinks about this for a moment, his thumb absentmindedly tracing circles on your palm. "I want to understand why Big Brother is so interested in you. I want to know why humans press their mouths together, and why it feels..." he pauses, "...different when you do it with someone specific." He bites his tongue as a thought crosses his mind. I want you. 

Your mind races as you try to process everything he's saying. Mephisto is interested in you? And Amaimon is… what? Using you as some sort of experiment? 

“Amaimon, people kiss as a way to express their feelings for each other. It goes beyond just the physical sensation.”

"Feelings," he says flatly, rolling the word on his tongue like a strange food. "What sort of feelings?" 

"Attraction. Affection. Occasionally love." It's hard to fathom you're discussing this with the Earth King. 

Amaimon nods thoughtfully, absorbing the information with a surprising level of intensity. "I understand. So when humans want to mate—" 

"That's not—" you stammer, your face heating up again. "It isn't always about that!" 

"The book said—" 

"Forget the book!" You gesture wildly toward where it lies, discarded on the floor. 

Amaimon blinks at you, seemingly caught off guard by your outburst. For a moment, he remains silent, and you wonder if you've offended him. Then his lips turn up in what could be the faintest hint of a smile. 

"You're interesting," he finally says. "I think I understand why Big Brother watches you." 

You take a deep breath, attempting to regain your composure. "Amaimon, I believe there's been a misunderstanding. Mephisto doesn't—" 

"He does," Amaimon interjects confidently. "I've known him for eons. He gets that look in his eyes." He mimics an intense stare, strikingly similar to Mephisto's calculating gaze. 

You swallow hard, uncertain about how to process this information. "Even if that's true, it still doesn't clarify why you’ve suddenly developed an interest in… kissing me." 

Amaimon tilts his head once more and says, "At first, I wanted to understand Big Brother's interest. Now I'm curious for myself." He gently traces his thumb over your bottom lip, his sharp claw carefully avoiding breaking the skin.

"Oh," you breathe, feeling utterly uncertain about how to reply to his straightforward admission.

Amaimon narrows his eyes, observing your reaction with a keen, scientific precision. "Your heartbeat has quickened. Is that a good thing?" His ear twitches slightly, and you suddenly realize with a jolt that he can actually hear your racing pulse.

"I—yes, I suppose it is," you admit, voice barely above a whisper.

A look of satisfaction spreads across his face. "Good. I want to try something different from the book." Suddenly, he leans in, pressing his lips against your neck. The sensation races down your spine, making you instinctively tilt your head to give him better access.

"A-Amaimon," you stammer, your hands impulsively gripping his shoulders.

He pulls back, golden eyes meeting yours. "You made a sound. That was pleasurable?" There's no teasing in his tone, only genuine curiosity.

You nod unsteadily, struggling to find the right words. His clinical analysis, combined with an intimate touch, feels surprisingly impactful—more than you care to admit.

"Interesting," Amaimon murmurs, leaning in to press his lips against the pulse point of your neck once more. This time, his tongue darts out in an experimental caress, and you cannot help but let out a small gasp.

As he pulls back again, a new intensity gleams in his golden eyes. "Your reactions are different from what the book described—more intense." He seems pleased by this revelation.

"Everyone responds differently," you manage to say, attempting to regain some composure.

"Hmm," Amaimon contemplates, staring down at you with a blank expression. "Would you respond the same way to Big Brother?"

The question catches you off guard once more. "I don't—that's not—"

"You're avoiding the question," he says, watching you with an unsettling intensity.

Would you? Mephisto has never crossed your mind like that. “I don’t... um, no. I wouldn’t.”

“No?" Amaimon asks, his golden eyes narrowing slightly. "Interesting."

A shift occurs in his expression, an elusive satisfaction that you find difficult to understand. "Why not?" he asks, moving closer until you can feel the heat radiating from his body. "Big Brother is powerful. More powerful than me." There's no jealousy in his tone, just a straightforward acknowledgment of fact.

You swallow hard, attempting to organize your thoughts. "Power isn't... that's not the reason people are drawn to one another. It's about connection. Some people simply... fit together better." You drop onto the bed.

Amaimon stares at you, his golden eyes unblinking. "And we fit better than you and Big Brother?"

Your face flushes once more. "I didn't say that exactly—"

"But you implied it." He steps closer, the mattress sinking under his weight. "You reacted to my touch, not his.” An undercurrent of possessiveness laces his voice that wasn't present before.

"I've never been touched by Mephisto," you clarify, although your voice trembles slightly. "So I can't really compare."

Amaimon's expression darkens for a moment. "Would you like to be?" The question lingers in the air between you, heavy with implications.

"No," you reply honestly, surprising yourself with the speed of your response.

A slow, satisfied smile spreads across Amaimon's face, transforming his features and making him appear almost boyish despite the sharp teeth on display.

"Good," he says simply. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, the touch surprisingly gentle for someone with such destructive power. "I don't like sharing what belongs to me."

Your breath catches. "I'm not yours."

"Not yet," Amaimon agrees, his thumb trailing along your lower lip once more. "But you could be."

The boldness of his statement momentarily leaves you speechless. Amaimon observes your reaction with his usual clinical curiosity, yet there's an added depth now—a spark of genuine interest that transcends his initial experiment. 

"You can't just claim people, Amaimon," you finally say, though your voice lacks conviction. 

"Why not?" He tilts his head, a look of genuine puzzlement crossing his face. "Humans claim each other all the time—with rings, ceremonies, and pieces of paper." His fingers lightly brush against your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear with an unexpected tenderness. 

You attempt to suppress the flutter in your stomach at his touch. "That's different. Humans choose one another. It's mutual." 

Amaimon watches you in silence for a moment. Mephisto will undoubtedly be furious when he finds out. But why shouldn’t Amaimon have a human of his own? After all, Mephisto has had his fair share of humans. "Then choose me," he says simply as if it's the most obvious solution.  

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(AOEX) The Blood Of An Unwilling Covenant

PART ? OF 8: Shiro

(SIDE-STORY) (Yandere Platonic Demon Kings (Ba'al) x Reader)

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BARISTA'S NOTE: i get something done ONLY after i announce semi-hiatus. still on it. but.. yk.. have this.. GENDER: Femme FANDOM: Blue Exorcist

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Shiro Fujimoto was a man that could be considered to be anything but breakable. He was a face of pure, never melting ice.

In his younger days he was a ball of fire and quite crudely- Sleazy. He was fresh on freedom and didn't hesitate to abuse it- Frequenting bars and eyeing women with big and enticing enough features.

He'd adjust his glasses, a simple move. He'd pass a comment and the woman would twirl her hair and giggle.

Downing his last glass of whiskey he'd walk out with the woman, an arm draped around her waist. And nothing more needed to be said.

But under all the heat and the passion that he had created, both for him and his partner- There was an undeniable lack of any real warmth underneath. Artificial, what he presented to others, but underneath there was nothing- Something inhuman- A barreness laid where a heart perhaps might once have been.

Shiro Fujimoto was not a kind man.

He was the frost coating the hard blade of sword, the kind that spawned from an everlasting winter. A tundra unrelenting, a frostbite ridden land where only the most conditioned beasts were able to survive. To weather the storm and hunt what little life was found within the snow.

At least.. That's what he use to be.

Over the years that had greyed and worn down his face he had found warmth within the wasteland. A campfire where many had taken shelter. His sons, Rin and Yukio. Shura. Even The Monks at the Convent had somehow wormed their way into his now beating heart.

It was so unlikely.. He had found himself content.

Something Shiro never thought he would ever be. He never thought he would hold a pair of children so safely in his arms, so comforting as he bandaged their wounds and wiped away their tears. A father. That was what he had become.

Everything had changed but one thing- His ability to stay strong and unbroken to spite it all.

So why was it in that moment- Did everything seem to crack?

"Lew..! Hey, Lew! Let me catch up..!"

"Gotta walk faster than that if you want to keep up, Munchkin..!"

Shattering, splintering. Chips of ice sliding from the slate, melting into a frigid dew. His expression once as tough as stone began to break and erode, the grip he had on the table siphoning all his strength into that one area.

What.. Was this?

"You're such a jerk..!"

An annoyed voice echoed throughout the Vatican halls. But Shiro couldn't hear it at all.

Ringing like church bells, back and forth just like they did back at the convent. When Rin and Yukio would come running in just in time for lunch. Shiro didn't even know what to think as he watched a young girl, barely even fourteen try to catch up to Lewin Light, The Arc Knight.

On the outside.. There was no need for him to be so alarmed.

But there was something.. Just something..

Was it the hair or the eyes? The skin or the clothes? Appearance or expression? It could've been how she angrily stomped after her master, tugging on the ends of his poncho and giving him a scolding- It could've been voice that sounded lukewarm. Both cold and warm, affectionately irritated.

There was something unfamiliarly, unsettlingly familiar about her that Shiro couldn't quite understand.

It couldn't be.. Could it?

No.

No, it couldn't possibly be..

Back in his younger days when he was an exorcist on the field he had taken a trip down to southern America, Mephisto Pheles quick on his heel. He had been trailing a woman- Maria La Morte- Someone he had suspected of being a bit too out of control. Disturbed, perhaps.

And he wasn't wrong.

Maria had taken control of a village, revenants roaming through the desolate streets while she played the role of an innocent saviour. She had ingrained herself within the villagers, presenting herself as a good-hearted nun.

Shiro could have laughed.

She was anything but.

It was confirmed when she had tried to seduce him. He had played along of course, maybe out of his own nature or to see how far she would push her own act. But eventually they laid with each other.

And perhaps.. Shiro hadn't been as mindful as he'd wanted to be.

It was so many months later, Satan had gone on a rampage- Exorcists bursting into a brilliant blue- Yuri passing away, unable to do anything but hold her new-born's. He had barely gotten the twins settled in when he had gotten the news.

He rushed- Footsteps thundering through the hallways- Headed towards the sea of prison cells and rows of guards- Maria La Morte had become pregnant. She had given birth- A year ago-

How had he not heard of this?

When he finally reached his destination, his teeth grinding against each other- He had known he came too late.

The birth had been rough, too rough, Shiro heard.

Maria had to be taken out of prison just to be restrained to a hospital bed. She hadn't been in good condition since.

And the child?

Shiro had stood there for a good while, the words of the exorcist fading out into white noise. His eyes wide, his body unmoving as names and dates were listed off- Their voice fading into the mindless ticking of the clock.

Goddamnit.

Shiro's fists clenched.

It couldn't be possible..

"I'm sorry, Fujimoto sir. I understand this must be difficult for you-"

"…"

"..It was a baby girl. It snowed during her birthday, if it's any consolation."

The child had died- He was informed that she-

Shiro's eyes widened, [F/N] looking back at him. Her eyes widening.

Oh.

Oh no.

They stood there, looking at each other- Locked in a stare down. She stood there, startled eyes peeking out the hood of her yellow raincoat. Her hands were stuffed in her pockets, her master continuing to walk on without her.

Shiro stared back.

It was- It had to be-

Shiro turned on his heel, quickly making his way back around the corner and down the hall.

It couldn't- It could-?

He had to do something-

Shiro yanked at the key around his neck, near ripping it off the strings.

But not now- No. Not now..

Shiro found his way to the nearest door, almost dropping the key onto the cold tiles too many times to count. He uttered curses under his breath, his teeth near ground to their gums as he jammed the key into the hole- Turning it- Opening it-

He had to do something- But not now-

Shiro had seen the way she looked at him, she had absolutely no idea who he was. If he was to go up to her and say who knows what- There was no telling what could happen. So many things- Was there even any evidence for his hunch?

Shiro stepped into the monastery, slamming the door shut- Rattling the very frames of the building.

He pushed his back against it. His legs barely keeping Shiro from slumping onto the floor-

Even if it turned out true- That he was her father.

Would she even want to know him?

She could hate him for never being apart of her life, resentful of his absence. I mean- Shiro didn't even know her name- What she liked- What she did in her free-time. Never drove her to any friend's houses or helped her divide the numbers in her homework.

He never saw her grow up. Never got to meet the girl that could've been his daughter-

No- Stop it.

Pull yourself together.

Shiro hauled his head upwards, his eyes landing on the digital clock on the wall- Buzzing by the fridge. Rin had just gotten himself a job at a nearby store- Promptly fired according to a phone call he had received earlier- And by any indication of the time he should be arriving soon-

He had to keep it together-

The visage of Satan flickered in his mind.

For more reasons than one.

Shiro breathed out, pushing himself up to his feet- His expression hardening as he stood there, listening to the muffled footsteps of the clergymen in the other room, the humming of the clock, the way the floorboards croaked under his boot.

He was here and he was stable.

He had to be.

Shiro would deal with this after he had dealt with Rin. There was no way he was going to let the possibility of his daughter being alive go- He couldn't. It didn't matter if she resented or hated him- He needed to see her- If only for a moment- To explain himself-

But he'd need to do that later.

Stepping out of the room, his heard thundered deeply in his chest. His nerves on a high.

Later.

"Lew'..?"

"Yeah, Kid?"

"Who was that?"

"Eh?"

"The guy that was just there, he was standing in the corner just looking at me weirdly. Kinda tall, grey hair and orange glasses.. I don't know- He looked like some old priest."

"Oh..? That must be the paladin."

"Him? He's.. The Paladin?"

"Yeah, Munchkin- You never seen him before?"

"..No?"

"Makes sense, it'd be stranger if you have- Guy barely appears around here and it's only ever for work. Fair enough."

"…"

"Don't worry about him staring at you, Kid. Maybe he's gone senile."

[F/N] glanced back at him as she rolled her eyes.

"Whatever.. Let's just go home."

[yangirehatchet]

fascination and possession. amaimon x f! reader

summary: amaimon can't help but wonder why he's so fond of you and tries to figure out the reason you lure him in all the time.

tw: i guess you could call this slightly dubcon, somno and voyeurism but there isn't any actual intercourse. just amaimon being amaimon actually

amaimon traces the soft flesh lying underneath him tenderly, nails leaving barely noticeable scratches in their wake, simply observing the rise and fall of your chest with hooded, impassive eyes as he gladly drinks up the sight of your unresponsive, sleeping face. under normal circumstances, he would hate for you to so blatantly remain ignorant of his presence and ignore him, but he supposes these aren't normal circumstances to begin with. not that he'll lose sleep over it.

even now, he could hear and feel it all. hear the way your heart bumped against your ribcage and feel your faint, relaxed pulse as he proceeds to hold up both of your limp wrists with only one hand. he doesn't attempt to do anything other than stare at you, dissecting everything with his sharp eyes and committing everything to memory.

every minutiae, every twitch of your muscles, every change of your facial expression and every minor detail surrounding you didn't go unnoticed by him. he narrows his eyes, still with that blank, inscrutable look on his face, and drops your wrists as he instead latches onto your neck.

he leaves light, wet, sloppy kisses before working his way up to your lips. he tugs on your lower lip with his teeth, wrapping an arm around your waist as he lifts you off the mattress effortlessly. amaimon places you in his lap and purses his lips when you slump forward and press your forehead against his shoulder, continuing to sleep.

amaimon wonders why he can't find it in himself to get mad at you and think of you as a nuisance. oftentimes, he contemplates why he doesn't feel the sudden urge to kill you like he usually does when interacting with humans. it would be so easy what with you so blissfully unaware, using him as a makeshift pillow, innocently sleeping. he brings his claws up to your head and he realizes he can end your life without so much as breaking a sweat right here, right now.

but, instead, he takes to patting you on the head and gently stroking your hair. his gaze doesn't soften, but the previous sharpness and coldness fades away even if briefly, his eyes returning to their default indifference. "why won't you wake up? pets are supposed to listen, you know?" he asks innocently and slightly furrows his brows in confusion when you snuggle up to him, seeking the warmth his body heat provided.

"hm. i suppose this isn't too bad either." he shrugs and his warm hand cups your cheek, thumb perching itself on your bottom lip. he regards you with one long look, composed and unreadable like always.

at times, he can't wrap his head around you or your thought process. you know he's a demon, a being which seeks to cause chaos and mayhem — to destroy everything it so much as touches. in other words, he's everything a normal human is taught to stray away from and detest. and he's one of the ba'al, which is even more reason for you to evade him and bow your head in fear.

however, against your better judgement, you had invited him over to your apartment countless of times (and tonight is another such example) and you think of him as a friend. you think of him as someone trustworthy enough to let your guard down and fall peacefully asleep, not even considering the possibility of betrayal. he doesn't remember how it got to this point, he supposes it doesn't matter in the end.

amaimon is a demon king and he's always been fond of playing games and testing his luck. he wants to know if he can make you dream about him; if you can picture only him and nobody else even in your sleep, if he can force you to say his name out loud.

at some point, he wonders if you're playing a game with him, too. if you purposefully turn a blind eye to his demonic disposition and wish for him to touch you the same way he keeps on fantasizing about it.

his hands trail over to your waist and he squeezes the flesh at his disposal, nestling his chin on your shoulder and burying his face deep in your neck. amaimon slowly lifts up your shirt enough to expose your midriff and allows his nails to graze the skin, watching as goosebumps break out after the abrupt physical contact.

amaimon's long since decided on keeping you around as his toy, as his human pet, and thought you were just a source of entertainment for him. but tonight, he finally realizes that it's not you who needs him. it's him who needs you. the idea of you abandoning him and no longer being a constant in his immortal life causes irritation to wash over him; he deems it disgusting and doesn't entertain this line of thought any longer.

fascination fills his eyes upon noticing you stirring around in your sleep, seemingly disturbed by his feathery touches and kisses. he considers cutting his ministrations short, but before he can place you back in your original position on the bed, you wake up and immediately lock eyes with him.

"y/n, you're awake." amaimon deems it necessary to state the obvious out loud with his childish, yet somehow monotone voice. despite him owlishly staring at you, his claws carefully prop you up. he doesn't allow you to get up, leaving you trapped between his legs.

you blink up at him, dazed and drowsy, rubbing at your eyes. "amaimon... what are you doing?" you croak out and gesture towards the position he has you in, pretty sure you didn't go to bed like this.

amaimon remains unfazed and continues to stroke your skin, drawing patterns with his claws. "well, i was in the middle of kissing you. is that bad?" he questions, though you can't pinpoint any actual remorse.

you rack your brain for any reason the demon king of earth would have in order for him to kiss you and hold you so close to him. you're aware of his detestation and loathing of anything human and, at times, you've wondered what he felt towards you, as well. however, you've always lacked the courage to straightforwardly ask him, fearing the truth.

you connect amaimon with warm evenings and the scent of nature. to you, he's a thistle. sharp thorns that keep you at an arm's length, away from the danger of prickling your finger and drawing blood, yet still allowing you to admire him from afar.

"why?" you whisper and can't even be bothered to hide your surprise when he leans down in order to properly connect his lips with yours. your eyes widen, stunned by the gesture before completely melting into the kiss, placing a hand on his shoulder and reciprocating the feverish, fervent thirst for more.

amaimon has come a long way. from hating your guts due to your persistence to craving you every hour of the day. from wanting to eradicate you to studying everything about you.

you're the first human to enamour him, to entrance him. he doesn't think anyone else will ever duplicate the feelings, which you ignite in him with a single smile.

the smile that he's staring at in this current moment. the only smile which he wants to see for all of eternity. you're his carnation, after all.

it's not complicated for him to realize it's all because he's fallen in love with you.

[calxsha]

ミ★ Introduction | ୨୧ True Cross Fuckers

─☆﹔ 𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 :: 𝖠𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗆！ 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

─☆﹔ 𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 :: 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖠𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗁, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝖬𝖾𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗌𝗈. 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗎𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗅 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽

─☆﹔ 𝗧𝗮𝗴𝘀 :: 𝘌𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵!－𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍

─☆﹔ 𝗤𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 :: 𝖣𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖣𝖮𝖶𝖭.

─☆﹔ 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪 𝗧𝗮𝗴𝘀 :: 𝖱𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝖾𝗑－ 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀－𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀(𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄)－𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀(𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄)－𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝖾－𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌－𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗑 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀－𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒－sadism mentioned－multiple rounds

“You couldn’t wait till I was done with my little brother could you- ugh.. doll..” Amaimon groaned out as he slammed his cock inside your pretty pussy. Your hands tied up above your head as all you could do was sob and quiver beneath him.

“‘Maimon- please ah..~” your broken words didn’t reach his ears as his tail wrapped around your waist. In this form his tail was the same as his little brother’s tail. Though he found it a nuisance the fact that he could move it to his liking made him a tad less aggressive about it.

The tip of it brushed against your sensitive clit as you felt your heart speed up. A loud cry sang in the air as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. In that moment you felt like you reached heaven.

“Oh- my god..-” your words got cut of by his cock kissing your cervix sweetly before him stopping. He didn’t move his hips, instead he let you calm down as his cock twitched against your cervix. Your gummy walls clenching around him. “What did you just say, doll?” He leaned closer to your face, one of his hands on your breasts.

Still breathing heavily you tried to collect your thoughts. Your brain was cockdrunk, “why- why’d you stop-?” He didn’t answer as he kept himself inside you, getting the most loving cockwarming ever. “Answer me, what did you just say?”

“I don’t know-” You tried to say but a soft kiss was pressed against the mating mark on your neck. “I’m not god, and he’s certainly not the one making you feel like this. So stop it immediately.” He murmured and you finally understood why he stopped fucking you. “M’sorry ‘maimon.. promise won’t do it again. Please move,” he smirked and continued moving again. A slow, a deadly slow pace which made you whine. “Move faster! I want your cum.”

“If you want it faster, work for it.” He smirked at your frown. “Mngh..~ but I’m tied up.” You replied annoyed, “my bad, sugar.” He untied you, before tying his own hands behind his back as he sat on his knees before you. The matress sinking in slightly where his knees dug into it. A slight creak following to boot.

“Work for it.”

He repeated, as you sat up, hips already sore from the past 3 rounds you did. Having your beloved back in Assiah wasn’t a daily occurrence. So you were both taking advantage of the chance that was provided for you. You crawled to Amaimon, wobbly as you finally came to notice all the marks his canine left behind on your body. The lovebites were between your legs, on your hips and some hickeys were visible from you chest down to your stomach.

"Amaimon..." You mumbled softly as sat in front him, your fingers slowly trailing from his cheek to his chin. Making their way down his chest, gently moving along his happy line before taking his throbbing cock firmly between both hands. A soft but audible hiss like groan escaped passed the demon king's lips.

"You're dripping again, you've been wanting me on top of you since we arrived at my dorm."

You commented when you saw him dripping pre-cum meanwhile Amaimon felt attacked and quickly retorted back. "Don't act like you're innocent either, you just called out to another man while I was the making you feel good. Unfair if you ask me." He pouted slightly looking away his childish bratty personality shining through the sensual atmosphere you both created.

"Since when is God a man?" You replied, cockiness dripping of your words like honey. "Stop being so smug and get to fucking yourself on me. I can feel your eagerness through the bond."

Ah, right, the demonic bond you shared with him. After he marked your soul with his you were bound to him. In every life you've ever lived you were willingly his. His queen. His heart.

And right now his cocksleeve.

You slid yourself ontop of him, slowly feeling his cock reach deeper and deeper within you. It reached all the way within until it hit that particular spot that made you see stars. His hands were still bound together behind his back, being unable to move them frustrated and excited him on a primal level. Not being able to touch you made him blood boil but there was a sadistic feeling of lust mixed within his emotions. "Faster, come on don't tease..." He groaned out harshly, okay so maybe he shouldn't have teased you before. But still!

"Promise to fuck me good." You moaned out as you pumped yourself full of him slowly. Teasing his shaft as your arms were loosely wrapped around him. Hands tugging his hairas you moved up and down slowly. Perfect pretty cunt squeezing his shaft just the way he likes it. "hit- yes- fuck. Yes I promise, untie me so I can make you feel good." He babbled eyes almost rolling to the back of head 'cause of overstimulation as you untied him. Throwing the object that bounded him away from you both.

The moment Amaimon's restrains we loosened he switched your positions in a more comfortable one, pushing you down on the bed your tits bouncing so beautifully. Seeing you get manhandled by him made his demonic insticts go feral. It was already mating season and right now you weren't helping his case. He wanted- no screw that. He- with all his being needed you and your gorgeous pussy.

Your head landed on the pillow behind you, legs pulled up to his waist as he pulled you hips closer to his entering you more deeply. "You like that?" He chuckled as he moved in and out.

“My perfect bride, fucking- ngh. Yeah just like that.”

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ミ★ ©𝖢𝖺𝗅𝗑𝗌𝗁𝖺 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟧 | 𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 | 𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 | 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌 | 𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗟 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠𝗘/

[whelp-idk-lol]

I was excited thinking the new Blue Exorcist season starts soon because it’s been soooo long. Maybe we’ll be getting more Amaimon fanfics because there should be more attention to it. My dumbass somehow thought it would be April/May when it’s October 😭

I just hope talented authors write more for Amaimon in the future when it starts again 🥺

I’m still excited, just gotta wait six more months

[bluesunflowers21]

From Eden (2)

A/N: finally had time to write. Not sure if anyone is reading this but I hope someone is enjoying it! This is a good bit shorter than the last one, but the next will hopefully be much longer! constructive criticism is more than welcomed!

The ground is cold now. Ice has settled within the earth, and you can almost feel the weakness within your magik as you walk the old path to your meeting place. It is always the same, the pond where you had first met. It feels like a lifetime ago now, Amaimon having taken so much space within your heart and mind as of late. He has consumed every thought you have, making this all the more heartbreaking. 

Your father has finally picked his suitors, and you are to be married in the coming months. Your sisters are also promised to others, but a selfish part of you envies them. They have no lover to leave behind. In that sentiment, you are completely alone. While many say it is better to have loved and lost, you cannot help but wish to have never loved at all.

As you approach the pond, you find him already waiting. When these meetings had first begun, he often would appear later, if at all. Now he is always the first to arrive. As his gaze moves from the frosted grass to your face, his expression changes in ways only you can see. He does not smile, you’re not sure if he is capable of such a thing, but his eyes widen slightly, his brow raising ever so gently, and his perpetual expression of boredom shifts to one of contentness. His lips quirk ever so slightly, not enough to constitute as a grin, but just shy of an almost smile. If he is happy, it is obviously due to seeing you.

His expression darkens, however, as words you can no longer remember result in muffled murmurs falling from your lips. You are telling him of your betrothal. You may not remember exactly what is said, but you recall his eyes, golden pools swimming with an emotion you cannot quite place. Anger? Sadness? Disappointment? In the moment it all seemed so unclear.

Time blurs past, and suddenly it is spring. You stand in wedding garb, the floor-length mirror in front of you glaring sunlight onto your face, blinding your reflection. Behind you stand your younger sisters and brother. You make a comment, something about older sisters and little brothers, and the girls giggle as your brother reminds you that being 3 minutes older than him is no real accomplishment. He tacks on some kind of insult at the end of the sentence, one intending to help settle your nerves more so than create any real sting. 

You realize then you would not see a single one of them for some time, your future husband insisting you live in an area hours away by horseback, let alone carriage. Sera, your second sister, places the final comb in your hair, kissing you on the cheek before leaving the room. She would never admit it, but you could feel the wetness on her face from her silent tears. Your other sisters follow her example, walking out of the room with silent pity in their leaving just you and your twin in the room alone. He stares at you through the looking glass, opening his mouth to speak before quickly shutting it. Nothing he could say will fix the situation, both of you are acutely aware. He most likely wants to say that if your soon-to-be husband hurts you then he will kill him, but the gentleman is much your brother's senior, and any fight between the two would end in Erebos’s death. Instead of words, he resorts to a tight hug. A minute passes as you silently weep into his shoulder before he pushes you to arm's length. 

“You are powerful, you will survive, then you will thrive.”

He says it with such certainty, you almost believe him. You give a weak smile, and he returns the gesture. He quickly walks out of the room, and you are alone. You look back into the reflective surface you stood before. Studying your features, you almost miss the figure slowly crawling through the window behind you. The room is on the third floor, and there is no tree to climb, a detail your father was sure to implement to keep you from running. Turning on your heel, you would have knocked the figure down had he not been much stronger than he physically appeared. As arms secure around your waist, you feel a pull within your mind. 

“BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.”

You startle awake, confused for a moment as to where you were. The warmth at your feet and crick in your neck tells you that you have inevitably fallen asleep at your desk doing paperwork. Your phone reads 3:27 am, and your sudden wakefulness is explained by the 4 text message notifications on your screen. They're from the headmaster. Great, as if the night couldn't possibly get better.

Sighing, you peel yourself from the wood of the desk, feeling the splinters that now stick to your hand and cheek. Pulling yourself up from your chair, you stretch, popping your shoulders and back. With a groan, you grab your bag. You know why you received the texts without needing to read them. You were supposed to have a meeting hours ago, obviously you slept through the initial time. Giving a short whistle, Amicus is quickly at your side. You half stubble to the classroom door, your legs still asleep from lack of use. Pushing your key into the door, you give it a jerky twist before opening it. 

What stands before you through the doorway is an office, obviously the headmasters. Three people sit in the room, with Mephisto behind the desk, Shura in a chair across from him, and another woman sitting on the ledge of the bay window behind them both. You freeze, just for a moment, the air in your lungs becoming stuck. This isn’t anything unexpected necessarily. You should have known she would be hanging around somewhere near him, you just assumed you wouldn’t see her for a long while yet.

“Ah, Ms.(L/N), how kind of you to finally join us” Mephisto says, pulling you from your thoughts. Shura tilts her head back slightly before turning it so she can see you. She seems annoyed at whatever you have just walked into, and it’s clear whatever it is involves you. The other woman perks slightly, but keeps her eyes glued to the window, most likely walking you through the reflection it gives. She must have not been quite prepared to see you either.

“Please, have a seat, have a seat. Don’t be shy, none of us bite” Mephisto jests.

“I do.” Shura chimes in dryly. You hold in a snicker,

Sitting in the seat next to Shura, you prepare for whatever orders you’re undoubtedly going to receive. Amicus curls her body against your leg, four of her five heads resting on the floor while the last stays alert. She is nothing if not loyal.

 When Rin Okumura's training is brought up, you’re not surprised. Shura, though, is. 

“Why exactly would some tamer, one technically not licensed by the Vatican to begin with, help with his training?”

“Oh, Ms.Kirigakure, I can assure you that our friend here is much more than ‘some tamer’. At one time she was even dear friends with Father Fujimoto. He entrusted her with Rin's secret many years ago. Not to mention, her abilities go beyond that of a normal tamer. Not just anyone can summon and control a hydra with such ease.”

“Fine, she's a good tamer, so what?”

“She is more than just a tamer, if licensed by the Vatican I would assume she would qualify as a doctor as well. I have yet to meet another healer quite as proficient. She would be good to have around during Rins training.”

The two continue to go back and forth. Could you interrupt and make your case? Sure. Will you? Not a chance. You stopped competing to show your worth years ago, and you don't intend to start now. You couldn't if you wanted to anyway. Ilaria is finally looking at you. Neither of you attempts to say anything just stare. Both of you hold blank expressions at first, Ilaria being the first to give you a small smile. 

The last time you had seen her was around twelve hundred years ago when you both happened to be in the Middle East. She looks a bit different now, it’s obvious Mephisto has had a stylistic influence on her. You suppose it’s still better than his gaudy top hat and suit. She wears a simple flowing white dress with a royal purple blazer and tights. Purple was always her favorite color. Must explain the obvious lavender marriage she is now in, fate can be funny like that, 

You pull away from her gaze as you hear Shura shout, agreeing to whatever terms Mephisto has come up with. 

“But it’s gonna have to wait till after the training exercise next week, I’m stressed enough dealing with all the bullshit Yukio keeps putting on me to plan the damn thing.”

“But of course, I wouldn't dream of putting more stress on you than-”

“So next week after the training camp, right? Am I good to go now? Hate to sound like a bitch, but it's four in the morning and I would love to sleep in my bed instead of on my desk.” you cut them off, beyond tired and ready to just get a few hours of sleep before your class later that day. Both mumble agreement before you shoot up, Amicus startling awake after having fallen asleep mid-conversation. You make your way back to the door you walked in though, putting in the key and opening it to your small room. Your turn back, saying a quick goodnight. You lock eyes with her again, and you can tell she wants to say something, instead giving a slight wave as you walk through the door. It may have been centuries, but you were always good at reading your sister. 

You remove your boots, Amicus already curled onto your pillow and snoozing peacefully. Walking to the kitchen, you make yourself a cup noodle, it being the quickest and easiest thing in your apartment to make. You consider watching some trash TV, a habit you picked up while in the States ten years ago. Deciding against it, you quickly slurp down your noodles before making your way to the bathroom.

You turn on the light, its yellow hue making the off-white tiles look much dingier than they probably were. Turning on the shower, you strip your clothes and hop into the steaming stream. You stand there for some time, not quite sure how long you stay standing there until the water starts to lose its sting. Quickly washing your hair and body, you turn off the water and exit the shower. You start to dry your hair with a towel after wiping the mirror clean of condensation. 

As you stare into the mirror, your neck begins to throb. A soft golden glow begins to emit from your eyes, a ring of light surrounding your pupal as you bring your fingers to the junction between your neck and shoulder. In the space your fingers now occupy is a large green mark about the size of a dinner plate. It swirls much like a hobgoblin’s skin, traveling up the side of your neck and down your shoulder to your chest. Inside the green swirls, golden lines cross each other repeatedly, creating a complex geometric design. As the sting grows the lines become brighter. You stare in disbelief, having not seen your mark do this in eighteen hundred years. Not since you left Gahanna. It can only mean one thing, Amaimon is in Assiah. More precisely, he's in Japan.

Spooked, you proceed to throw on a hoodie to cover the mark. It’s late, and you quite frankly don’t have the mental capacity to deal with this right now. You walk across the narrow hall into the bedroom, shutting off the lights and pulling back your comforter. The second you move to slide into the warm cocoon you plan to make yourself, Amicus slides herself off your pillow and into the space next to yours. You cover both of you up, her slithering to cling to your body, her tail instinctually wrapping with your own. This also startles you, as you haven’t had a tail in almost two thousand years. Not since the fight, not since you started wishing you could just forget about the claim tattooed on your body like a brand. Anger, sadness, and fear flood your senses, knowing that more traits such as these will appear the closer you get to him, knowing he may be here to try and take you back. At that thought, a small part of you, just a flicker of something in the deepest crevice of your heart, feels almost hopeful. You squash it immediately, you cannot allow it, not after what he did. Not after Amaimon let her die.

You force your eyes shut, willing yourself to hopefully fall into a dreamless sleep. As sleep begins to take your mind, colors begin to flash behind your eyelids. Memories of a pond in the forest behind your childhood home take over, and you're quickly dragged back to a time where that flicker was instead a blazing inferno.

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BLUE EXORCIST SMAU!

Where you pretend to break up with the AOEX men.

GENDER: Femme CHARACTERS: Rin, Yukio, Ryuji, Shima, Lewin, Arthur, Shiro, Mephisto, Amaimon, Lucifer CONTENTS: Lewin getting a bit violent (Yandere Implications)

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(AOEX) The Blood Of An Unwilling Covenant

PART 7 OF 8: Lucifer

(Yandere Platonic Demon Kings (Ba'al) x Reader)

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"Camera.. Check! Phone.. Check! Spare change of clothes.. Erm.."

Curtains half drawn over murky windows let light flood into the room, The early morning sun being not deterred by the soot dusting the window panes. It shone on the mess in the room, Shine rolling off ceramics and other illuminating surfaces.

Jars filled with demon bio-produce were piled up to the walls, Heavy-bound books of all sorts being just as tall. Clothes thrown everywhere, A mix of both hers and Lewins. All of it made for a gnarly sight and smell to come under.

But it was nothing compared to the current mess, If that was even possible. The old musty couch was strewn with more clothes than normal. TV still blaring some American cartoon as [F/N] paced back and forth between place to place.

She was somehow able to get around the place with relative ease. Opening up box after box stacked up top everywhere, Apartment still barely moved into.

"Heya.. You good there?" Lewin drawled as he watched [F/N] run back and forth to rummage through all the boxes in the room. Lewin himself was currently lazing upon the old burgundy couch, The one that had cushions torn and had been picked up on the side of the road by none other by the man himself.

[F/N] was almost foaming at the mouth, Even more so once she snapped her head over to him.

"Have you seen any of my clothes around here? I can't find the box with all my stuff in it- Ugh.." [F/N] winced once she drew her arm back out, A thick blue glow wrapped around it and hugging it tight with a slimy touch. A demon, And by the shape it took? No doubt a baby kraken.

Lewin, Ironically, Cracked a smile once he saw it.

"Oops, My bad!" He chuckled, Instantly raising a lazy hand to somehow shoo the demon away. "Linnaeus!"

And just as the demon had came, It had vanished at the summary of it's fatal verse. It seemed to writhe, Spasming and shaking before finally the grip around her loosened entirely. It fell, Hitting the floor as it's blue light started to flicker.

[F/N] looked at it's crumpled body, Disgust running through her features.

"Yeah, Keep your demons in their pens.. Damn it, Lew'.. This isn't the first time.." She scoffed, Pinching her brows with her now-free hand.

"Seriously.. You doin' good? I can see wrinkle lines appearing on your head." Lewin said, Gesturing to his own forehead hidden behind his mop of hair. She groaned, [F/N]'s eyes narrowing in on him.

"It's just.. I can't find my clothes and I need a separate pair in case these ones get ruined! Like I've already got my camera, A few notebooks.. Summoning papers, You know- But I still need my spare change and I can't find it for the life of me!" [F/N] exasperated, Sweat dusting her face.

"Don't you think you got enough?" Lewin said, Pointing over to the backpack sitting atop one of the heaps which so happened to be stuffed full of various items. All of which she listed, Including several other artefacts that seemed weird to where she'd be going.

"Not nearly! Since I wasn't able to go on the camping trip thing, I need to make sure I get everything right this time. It's gonna be a real big day for me!" [F/N] said as she turned back towards the boxes, Feverishly shifting through the contents once more.

Lewin grinned.

"Hah, You and me both.."

The True Cross Festival, The big day. Games, Dances, Fireworks, Food, Festivities. The event that every student in the school had been waiting for ever since they had been accepted into the institution.

Whispers of plans floated through the hallways, Excited chitters leading up to the day. God, [F/N] had been hearing it every second of the day just the week before. And now the big day was finally here.

For many it was a opportunity to ask out their crush due to the entry requirements, To others it was a time to relax and make memories. But to [F/N], It was a prime opportunity to investigate.

"Finally!" She grinned, Opening up another box to find all of her clothes packed neatly inside. Sweaters, Jeans and other types of accessories started to be yanked out of the box and into her arms.

Lewin watched as she piled another few pairs of clothing into her arms, Both for cold and hot weather and even another pair of underwear before hurriedly rushing over her bag and trying to stuff it all inside.

He pushed himself up to a sitting position on the old couch, Yawning lazily as he stretched.

"As I've said- You could really use to loose a few things in there, Ain't this suppose to be something you enjoy?" Lewin yawned once he finally stopped stretching, Staring at her from under his hair as she continued to try push the clothing into the overflowing bag.

"No- It's a way I can get more information about what's going down in there. Like the traitor and the blue night, The things we spoke about-" [F/N] said, Slightly wheezing as she tried to shove and shove everything down in there to no avail. Sweat gathering quicker on her face.

She tried once more, [F/N] pushing down the items on top.

All before she felt the arm of Lewin lightly tug at her wrist, Making her retract it quickly from her bag.

"Hey- What are you-"

"Oh yeah, Definetly overflowing.."

"Lewin- What are you doing?! Hey! Stop touching my stuff!"

"Keeping a few daggers in here? How'd you expect to get past security with all that?"

"Lewin stop it! It took ages to get everything in there! Stop it!"

"Okay, Maybe you can keep the summoning papers.."

"Thank you- HEY! That's my camera, Put it back! Put it back!"

"Aaaand, Ta-da!"

And just like that, The bag that [F/N] had so desperately tried to fill to the brim had depressed almost half it's weight before. Space now very much available inside, Only items spared being her general exorcism stuff and a few new things that Lewin had taken the liberty to throw in.

[F/N]'s jaw was as agape as her eyes, Staring into the new emptiness of her bag that Lewin had dared to meddle in.

"Lew'! Why the hell did you do that?! It took me ages to get everything in there, I need it all if I want to go snoop around in the school! You know, To help me get you evidence?!" [F/N] hissed as she placed her hands on her hips, Angrily staring up at Lewin who still had a lazy smile on his face.

He nodded, Scratching the back of his head.

"Yeah, Yeah. And you've been working really hard to do that! I mean you've already helped lead me to one of the traitors, And trust me, I appreciate that a bunch.. But I think you need to calm down." Lewin said.

[F/N] frowned as she looked at him, Aghast in her eyes yet somehow still mellowing out. Just a few months ago he had specifically told her to do some digging, Now he was telling her to stop it?

[F/N] scoffed.

"But.. But wasn't this something you wanted me to do? You know, Investigate? You can't tell me to stop once I've got invested in it too!" [F/N] exclaimed, Stepping closer to him.

Ever since she had the meeting in Mephisto's office, [F/N] had became just as enthralled as Lewin was in the investigation. Ever since she had gotten that horrid feeling about him, [F/N] knew that she needed to dig in more.

Snooping around teachers rooms, Sifting through file cabinets not meant for her. She had already gotten information and passed it over to Lewin, So after all this work how could he just tell her not to go further?

Lewin sighed.

"But I also said that you should get some friends, And hey! You have with all those exwires! I'm just thinking that you spend this time bonding like you kids usually do." Lewin explained as he in turn stepped closer, The two of them now staring eye to eye.

"They're not my friends.. They're just my classmates.." [F/N] said, And even she knew it was a lie.

"Whatever you say, Ya' munchkin. Just go out and have fun, Forget about the investigation for a few hours and I promise I'll let you throw rocks at the traitor I'm about to catch later." Lewin promised, Playfully reaching out a hand with his pinkie stuck up.

[F/N] huffed, Almost about to comment on his childish behaviour before she brushed it off and wrapped a pinkie of her own around his.

"Whatever.. You better keep your promise though, I've been dying to throw rocks at someone for ages now." She pouted, Pinky finger still firmly wrapped around Lewin's own.

He grinned.

"Of course. You just go have fun, Buy me a souvenir and I'll come back and pick you up at ten, Afterwards we'll hit a burger joint and then I'll let you throw rocks at him. Sound good?" Lewin asked.

[F/N] smiled.

"Yeah.." She said, Trying not to show her grin as she shied her view away from him.

And just like that, The hand that Lewin had joined with [F/N]'s pulled her closer. And before [F/N] knew it his thick arms wrapped around her, Bringing her into a hug.

[F/N] was surprised, Muscles tensing up as she felt his head rest atop hers which was currently pushed into the side of his chest. Lewin had not often hugged her before, Never showed much affection other than playful little punches.

But here he was, Bringing her in without restraint. [F/N] barely even cared about his horrible stench, Not when a hand rested on the back of her head, Another on her back. And just maybe, She started to relax.

Only a little.

"Now go scamper outta here, You're gonna miss your bus!" Lewin laughed as he pulled away from her, The silence he had undertaken before now broken. [F/N] was still standing in slight shock, Eyes wide as she looked up at him.

She blinked, Snapping back into reality.

"R-Right!" [F/N] exclaimed, Finally catching eye of the clock on the far wall. [F/N] tried to gather her thoughts once she gathered her stuff, Grabbing her bag strap and tossing it over her shoulder.

"See you soon, Lew'!" [F/N] called out, Finally reaching the door and turning the knob as she stepped out. She waved goodbye to him and he waved back with a lazy smile, Watching as she sprinted out the door.

A yellow raincoat hanging untouched on the hanger by the door.

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"Hey, Guys! Over here!"

The sun was held bright in the sky, A beautiful sight with no clouds to be seen, Just pure cerulean blue.

The uproar of chatter was already in the air, Sounds of people frolicking around the newly made stalls was the only thing in earshot. Rich smells of meat sizzling and the saccharine scent of sugar was also the only thing you could smell, The festival already starting to gain traction.

"Is that [F/N]? I thought she said she wasn't coming?" Konekomaru said, Turning his head as he watched her run over to them, Smiling slightly at being proven wrong.

"Huh? Oh- I guess she changed her mind!"

The air was fresh, [F/N] could tell as it flew behind her as she pranced over to the group standing just outside the entrance to the festivities. Their figures instantly recognisable as she stuttered to a halt in front of them.

"[F/N]! Thought you said you weren't coming?" Shima exclaimed incredulously as he watched her keel over to catch a breath, Eyes wide as he looked her up and down in her sweater and jeans combo.

"Change of plans.. Turns out I can make it after all.." [F/N] wheezed as she wiped the sweat off of her brow, Lungs burning as she raised herself back up to meet the eyes of her group.

Shima, Bon and Konekomaru. The trio of her classmates stood there in their own outfits, Ready for the festival. [F/N] tried to give them the best smile she could, Trying not to make it look like she hadn't dressed like a slob compared to them.

Bon huffed, Folding his arms.

"Seriously? I thought you said that you were gonna study instead since, You know, You failed your last demonic pharmaceuticals test?" He said as he raised a brow, Looking her up and down with that all too familiar judgemental stare.

[F/N] scoffed.

"And miss all the fun? Yeah no, I came to my senses!" [F/N] laughed as she lightly punched Bon on the side of the arm, Who suppressed a smirk as he lightly shoved her back. [F/N] cackled as she stuck out her tongue at him.

Bon rolled his eyes.

"You still need to study!"

"You still need to shut the fuck up!"

"Calm down you two, You're gonna cause a scene!" Konekomaru said, Moving so he was a human-barrier between the two.

Shima shook his head, Dramatically tutting as he looked at the two.

"Yeah, Exactly! You're really killing the mood you know, How am I suppose to get with hot girls if you two are bickering the entire time in the background? I still need to find a girl to get with so I can go to the dance festival later!" Shima whined as he gestured to the crowds packed behind him, All already enjoying the activities of the festival.

"Erm, I'm a girl?" [F/N] said, Gesturing to herself.

"I said hot girls, [F/N]." Shima replied with an innocent smile.

"HEY!"

[F/N] threw an insult back at Shima, To which Shima gave a passive-aggressive response. They barely even noticed when they got dragged off into the festival, Bon groaning as he lugged both [F/N] and Shima along with him, Konekomaru trying his best to calm the two down.

Only snapped out of it once the blaring noise caught up with her, A light shove by Bon and the smell of enticing meats. Blinking once she realised she was surrounded by a crowd and hundreds of stalls that seemed to muddle on the horizon.

She gulped, Sweat running down her brow with a slight smile.

This was gonna be a long day.

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"Aw man.. Never thought I'd say this, But it's good to get away from all the noise.. Huh?"

The sky was dark, Coloured the deepest of ebony blues and starless with all the light below. Unlike the morning there was a noticeable chill in the air, Either due to the passing time or the new altitude which the two had reached.

That saccharine scent was still lingering in the air, Beautiful tastes of all the food she had eaten still on her tongue. It was all so overwhelming to her, Even now as she stared down at the lights of the stalls did she still feel a rush.

One thing to the next, Perpetual motion. [F/N] had moved from stall to stall, Done party game after party game, Went through every classes activity set up from the festival and had laughed and screamed all the same.

They had met with Rin at his food stall and laughed along with him, They had went through the horror house and had gotten a good laugh when she watched Shima get scared by Shiemi. Izumo too they had passed not even a few minutes ago, Still lingering close by.

They had also lost Bon and Konekomaru somewhere else in the crowd, Konekomaru most likely going to talk with his date and Bon could be just about anywhere. So now it was just Shima and her, After everything that happened..

Dizzying, [F/N] felt. She sipped on the straw of the chocolate shake and let the taste try to calm her, Still cold in her hands and dripping down moisture from the sides. It helped, If only a little bit.

"You could say that again.. I mean, How many girls did you try to ask out?" [F/N] said to Shima as she lightly strolled beside him, High above the stalls in the higher part of the city. Looking lightly over the stone balcony to all the chaos below.

"Ugh! I can't even count and I usually always make sure to remember all the pretty faces I talk to!" Shima exasperated as he dragged his feet alongside her, Seemingly just as worn out from the celebrations as she was.

[F/N] rolled her eyes, Continuing to slurp on her milkshake.

"Just how much stuff I bought on it's own..! You know, My master insisted on emptying my bag before I got here and I'm actually kinda glad he did, Otherwise I wouldn't be able to carry all this.." [F/N] sighed as she readjusted the heaving backpack weighing her down, All stuffed to the brim with all the merchandise she knew her and Lewin would like.

He had slipped his card into her backpack, Something she had found out when rummaging through it. He had trusted her enough to spend his money wisely, Or more accurately trusted her to spend as much of his six-figure salary as she possibly could.

[F/N] smiled, Quietly thanking Lewin under her breath.

"..You and Lightning close?"

"Where'd that come from?" [F/N] asked as she turned to Shima, Who seemed to look back at her with a much more curious expression under the nights sky. Shima just smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

"Dunno, I guess I'm just curious is all. Since you were already his apprentice before joining cram school or whatever, You two related or something?" Shima asked as they made their way towards the balcony, The one overlooking the sea of lights below and where the wind flowed openly.

[F/N] huffed as she continued to drink her milkshake, Leaning over on the stone railings to look out below.

"Not biologically, No. But you know that trope you see in movies? The dickhead older brother who always messes with your stuff and annoys you to high hell? Yeah, That's him." [F/N] said, Rolling her eyes with a slight smirk.

Shima smiled rather forlornly as he leaned over on the balcony like she did, Light reflecting in his eyes.

"Yeah, I get that." He laughed slightly.

"Ah, Okay. Cause of all your brothers, Right?" [F/N] asked as she drew her eyes off the crowds for only a moment, Just to see Shima stare right back off into it. He didn't smile, Just nodded slowly.

He didn't speak either, The smile drawn on [F/N]'s face starting to lessen at the sound of silence. Instead she just brought her eyes back over to the sea of lights, Looking at the crowds below enjoying the festivities.

[F/N] sipped on her milkshake, Tasting the chocolate on her tongue. She should have known that his brothers would've been something difficult to talk about, Ever since the trip to Kyoto she had known something was off.

Especially since the death of the eldest, [F/N] should've taken that as the first sign. She continued sipping on her milkshake, A sort of scratchiness starting to build up in her throat. Shima never really talked about his brothers, Not here nor there.

[F/N] continued to sip on her milkshake, The lights starting to become much more.. Bright. Her nose scrunched up as she turned her head up to meet Shima, Who now seemed to be looking back down at her.

He smiled, Almost awkwardly.

"..Shima, I don't feel so good." [F/N] told him as she finally removed the straw from her mouth, Looking at her milkshake with a sort of queasiness in her eyes. A lightness in her head, A new stutter when she tried to stand.

What was happening? Her fingers started to shake, The muscles much more relaxed than they were suppose to be as the milkshake fell to the floor and splattered across the rocks. She stumbled, [F/N] starting to see two of each in her vision.

Shima hummed, Watching her gait with an unconcerned gaze.

"That must be the Rophynol finally kicking in then." He replied casually as he watched her start to double over.

[F/N] raised her head weakly as she near doubled over, Stumbling back as she stared at him with wide eyes. What little gathered conscious she had left recalled that drug, As clear as day she knew what it was.

Rophynol, Otherwise known as the date-rape drug.

Causes symptoms of confusion, Dizziness, Drowsiness, Lack of coordination, Loss of motor control and slurred speech. Often used by scummy people to knock out an unwilling victim, Usually for the purpose of..

Oh,

Oh fuck.

"Get- Get.. Get away.. Away!" [F/N] tried to yell but it came out as a wheeze, Stumbling back, Almost tripping over on her own feet. It felt like the world was spinning around her, Shaking around like it was encased in a snow globe.

There was no one around to help her, Everyone was so enthralled by the entertainment below that no one dared to come up here. Everyone except her and Shima, No one else around to hear her pleads for help.

Her eyes were wild as she looked at him, Like a cornered animal ready to bite.

His was casual, Looking at her with some synthetic sympathy.

"Don't worry, It's not what you're thinking. I'm not that much of a creep! I slipped it into your shake when you weren't looking earlier, Sorry 'bout this but my boss said that I was to return with you unharmed so.. Had to get creative with how I got you and all!" Shima laughed as he scratched the back of his head, Smiling innocently as if nothing was wrong.

[F/N] wheezed.

What? What was he saying? Who was.. Who was he talking..?

Illuminati.

[F/N] couldn't.. Couldn't get.. Get away. Get away. She needed to get away, Run.. Run away. Lewin, She needed to get Lewin.. Something was.. Something..

Shima got up from his leaning position on the balcony, Slightly stretching with a small yawn as he did.

"Alright, [F/N]. I'm gonna need you to come with me now, Okay? I ain't going to hurt you, My boss would kill me if I did!" He joked as he strolled towards her almost convulsing body, Her eyes untamed and barbaric.

His hands reached out, And in that moment [F/N] cried out.

"Ah-!" Shima yelped out once he felt a slice of what felt like a knife cross his cheek, A searing pain starting to settle into his skin. Blood spurted out from the paper-cut like wound, Muscles tensing.

In [F/N]'s shaky hands was a summoning paper, In her stupor somehow able to pull them out and cut her thumb.

Sylphs floated around her, Glowing an angry luminescent blue and the air around them much fresher than before, Angry faces starting to dart towards him like arrows.

"Aha-! You really are impressive, Should've expected as much from an Arc Knight's apprentice!" Shima complimented in a swift moment, Pulling out his k'rik from within a pocket of his suit and extending it to it's full length.

The gold gleamed in the air, The hoops on the end rattling as he slammed it down towards the oncoming sylphs.

But it stopped.

Before the end of his staff could hit the floor, The fresh air emitted by the sylphs had vanished from the sight. Shima paused in his movements, Eyes raising up to realise that they had disappeared entirely.

He blinked, Sight lowering down.

[F/N] laid fallen upon the rocky pavement, Mouth ajar and dripping in her own saliva. Eyes rolled up to their whites as she convulsed on the floor. The sylphs gone with her, Disappeared once she had finally fallen unconscious.

Shima let out the biggest sigh of his life.

Luckily he didn't need to deal with [F/N], Who had already shown skill incredible and insanely difficult to deal with talents in taming. It would've been impossible to capture her without any sedative, And he needed this to go smoothly.

He still had to find Izumo, Of course!

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"Honey..?!"

"Daddy!!"

The cries of the mans family called out from behind him, Echoing up and out of the dingy stairwell they stood in.

It was cold, Frigid even. If it wasn't for the welcoming warmth outside it could've been mistaken for the winter, Mostly due to the freezer-like chill and the damp dripping conditions around them.

The bloody and beaten man was knelt towards the floor, Keeled and prostrated before The Paladin, An Arc Knight and an entire legion of exorcists, All surrounding him like a pack of dogs ready to snap and bite down onto his flesh.

"We're only getting started now.. As you can see, Your task has ended in failure." Lewin mused as he stood before the shaking man, A grin on his face as he almost looked fascinated by the dribble of blood spurting out from his wounds.

"Could you quickly tell us what's on at the big event?" His family, Terrified and shaking, They called out to him in horror. Lewin paid them no mind as he moved forward, Bending his knees and crouching down towards him.

The man still had his own ichor dripping down his face, Iron tasted teeth turning into a snarl.

"Monster!" He barked, Blood splattering onto the floor in front of him.

"Uh oh! Should you be using such an attitude?" Lewin laughed with a child-like smile as he lowered closer to the man, A gleam in his eyes as he spoke. "I'm gonna have to ask your wife and son!"

The mans bloodshot eyes widened at that, Flicking back from Lewin to his family in the matter of seconds. Blood poured out of his mouth faster than his expression turned sour, Horrified as he watched his family be restrained by a group of exorcists.

He shook his head, Eyes agape as they connected with his wife's.

"Don't.. They don't know anything!" The traitor sputtered as he turned back to face Lewin, Who smiled all the same at him. His wife and son, His pride and joy. They wouldn't.. They wouldn't dare…

Would they?

Lewin chuckled as his eyes seemed to part from under his hair, His elongated pupils and a gleam sharper than a sword in his eyes. The man only watched in horror, Listening to him as he spoke.

"Why bother acting like a good guy now?" Lewin asked as he examined him from his bloody head to severed toes. That sadistic smile downturned, Much more malicious now. "Both of us are monsters in this regard. Cut it out."

Lewin turned his head to meet the eyes of the mans family.

"Then.. Shall we start?" Lewin asked and suddenly the group of exorcists started to pull and manhandle the mans kin, Hands on their shoulders starting to tug them back. Their eyes widening, Struggling to no avail within the hands of the exorcists.

The man gasped.

"Daddy!" His son called out, Terrified face already bursting with tears.

"W-What are you doing..?!" The traitor called out. His expression petrified as he watched his family start to be dragged away into the sea of exorcists surrounding them, His wife wailing as she tried to call out for her son, Her husband all the while yelling for them to take their hands off her.

The man cried.

"W-We're kidnapping two girls hiding within the Japanese division, Both within the hour!" He called out as Lewin raised to his feet, The man watching him with both ire and fear in his eyes. "They're important for our organisation and our goals!"

Lewin frowned, Looking down at the man as he had finally given him the information he had wanted to know. He hummed, Resting his hands on his hips.

"Their names are?" He asked as he looked down at him.

The traitor gulped, Tasting his own blood.

"Izumo Kamiki..!" He rasped. Lewin stepped closer, Almost urging him to go on as the entire exorcist legion listened on.

"..And [F/N] Light!"

Lewin's heart stopped.

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A blinding white muffled by blurred vision, That was all [F/N] could see.

It felt like she was on a ship sailing on a billowing sea, Waves rocking the boat back and forth along the waves as seafoam sloshed at the sides. Rainy too, Pattering against the wild wind of the sails and the rickety wood of the body.

[F/N] wasn't in control of the wheel, Not able to steer her way through the rushing waves or the inky black of the clouds above. She wasn't able to see either, The rain too thick and the wind too fast to even see a proper route out.

Lewin.. Where was her brother?

Her eyelids raised, Though heavy and numb she managed to wretch them open. That blinding white became so much more prominent, So much more scorching to her eyes as she groaned at the sudden light.

"Ah.. You're awake."

A voice like stricken thunder shook her awake, Her eyes becoming lightweight as they shot open to come face to face with a blindingly bright room. Her body felt numb, Unbelievably so. As she rolled her shoulders she barely felt the cushions against them, Nor the clothes it pushed against.

[F/N] groaned, Her heart beginning to pound in her chest especially once she saw a humanoid blur come into focus. It seemed to sit across from her on what appeared to be.. A rather antique looking couch?

"L-Lew.. Lewin..?" [F/N] mumbled out. Her mind in shambles and her vision unfocused. What happened to her? Did she pass out on the couch? Did Lewin carry her home? [F/N] sniffled slightly, Head spinning as she tried to focus her vision.

"You must be confused.. I understand. Your body must be aching, I understand that too. I apologise for the way we had extracted you.. However it was deemed to be the most painless out of our options.." What?

That didn't sound like Lewin. That didn't sound like the jovial tune that sung every time he spoke. It sounded much more delicate, Much more bleak. [F/N] didn't recognise that voice, It certainly wasn't Lewin.

Opening her eyes a bit further, She tried to see through the blinding light.

"W-Who are..-"

Her eyes finally focused on a man sitting adjacent from her, Upon a rather expensive looking couch from the renaissance era. [F/N]'s breath hitched in her throat, Eyes widening, Not caring about the light now-

It was a man.

[F/N] felt her heart stop entirely at the sight of him, Her mouth growing dry. He sat right in front of her on the opposite couch, One leg over the other with posture that could make an old lord envious.

His hair was a beautiful blonde, One that shone white under the candle-light of the candelabra above. His eyes a glorious viridian like the tailfeathers of a rosella, Pupils cut down into slits stared at her with a soft gleam-

He was a demon.

[F/N] wanted to run.

"It is a pleasure to finally meet you.. [F/N]. This meeting is long overdue.."

She felt a wave of unease wash over her, Something was incredibly- Incredibly wrong. It wasn't the way he sat or the way he looked- No- It wasn't even the evident rot festering on his skin.

But it was just the air he gave off, So subtly overwhelming. A pit in her stomach forming as she looked at him closer and closer. He presented himself as dignified, As angelic even- But something about that just made [F/N] want to turn her head and puke-

He wasn't right. He was off-

[F/N] felt bile rise in the back of her throat.

"My name is Lucifer, Commander of The Illuminati and The King of Light." Lucifer spoke, His emerald eyes gleaming under the luminescence.

[F/N]'s heart stopped.

Her hands grasped the edges of the couch she sat on with a grip that could crush stone. The.. The King of Light? Lucifer? It couldn't be. But every cell, Every molecule, Every atom was screaming at her to run-

Something that could only be achieved by such accursed royalty.

"You are currently sitting within my estate, Again, I apologise for your rather abrupt summoning here." Lucifer spoke up once more as he slowly rested one of his legs over another, A hand gesturing towards the table. "Please, Feel free to indulge. These were specifically procured to your taste, You do enjoy sugar, Correct?"

[F/N] didn't want to eat, She wanted to puke. Her throat was dry yet she could do little but reach a trembling hand over to the collection of treats upon the table top. Trays of tarts, Plates stacked with parfait all on this antique little table.

Her fingers fumbling before grasping a macaroon, Her eyes never leaving the demon sitting across from her.

[F/N] couldn't even think.

Lucifer's face never changed. Never ticked, Never twitched. Watching calmly as she began to nibble on the outer shell of the macaroon, The one that happened to be the same flavour she had grown to favour. A gentle hum erupted from his throat.

[F/N] flinched.

"Is it to your liking?" Lucifer asks her, His expression unmoving as [F/N] froze up on the spot. [F/N] felt her mind race at such a simple question, Swallowing back what little of the macaroon she had ingested.

Don't be scared- Don't- Just don't try to look him in the eye- His eyes- Just don't-

"..Y-Yes- Uhm-" [F/N] blurted out. It came out hoarse as her hand darted up to pat her throat, Her jugular tensing.

"Homare." Lucifer called out, His voice a little louder than the melodious tone he held before. [F/N]'s eyes darted to her right as she heard firm, But swift footsteps make their way over to the table.

CLANK!

[F/N] gulped. Two tea cups were placed onto the table. Liquid pouring. A petite woman standing by [F/N]'s side with an ornate porcelain teapot in hand, Contrasted by the adorned look on her Illuminati uniform.

When did get she here?

Homare didn't look at [F/N] at all, Her eyes kept on the from behind her glasses. Lips thinned in a tight line. As she finished pouring the liquid, [F/N] quickly took the teacup. Anything to avoid his eyeline.

"You must be wondering why you're here." Lucifer spoke up once more, Homare's presence going ignored as she began to pour the simmering hot tea into the second cup. [F/N] bit her lip.

"L-Listen- I don't have any information to give you." [F/N] quickly said, Her words blurring together. "I don't- I don't get that kind of access. I've never been to- I've never even been to Italy..! I-"

"You are not here for information, We are aware you aren't privy to that kind of information." Lucifer cut in calmly as Homare finished pouring the tea into his cup, Gently picking it up as she drew back away from them, Somewhere back into the room.

[F/N] gulped.

"T-Then why-"

"You've caused quite a stir in Gehenna, Though I'm sure you are aware of that by now." Lucifer spoke, Taking a sip of his tea. "Even amongst my siblings, The other kings, You've made quite an impression on them."

Lucifer lowered the teacup from his lips, His eyelids fluttering as he set it down amongst the array of desserts on the table. Irises flicking back

"I have been hearing about you for quite a long time.. Ever since Astaroth had returned speaking of a little human girl who had caused his vessel's heart to start beating.." Lucifer trailed off, For once, His eyes narrowed. "I had excused it as the delusion brought on by his rapidly decaying body.. But then it was Iblis and Egyn.. Who both haven't stopped mentioning you, Even to this day.."

[F/N]'s grip on the tea cup tightened as he continued on, Memories of the day she had met the pair of kings flashing in her mind. They had remembered her, They didn't let go- Her penchant-

This was what Azazel had warned her about.

"I've been wanting to meet you, You see." Lucifer spoke, A glint appearing in the shimmer of his eyes. "Your.. Penchant, As you call it, I want you to explain it to me. Tell me how you inflict it on other demons, As it has become rather troubling.. Tell me, How do you make them believe they feel human love?"

[F/N] wanted to scoff, She really did.

Human love? As if such a creature could comprehend it.

Human love was gentle, Human love was passionate, Yet there was no string of words to ever describe it. You could call it kind, You could call it exciting. Bonding, Connecting, Warming.

But none of these were ever things such a monster could understand.

"I.. I-I don't know- I can't control it." [F/N] tried to explain, Ashamed of the terror rushing through her veins as she tried to make sense of her words. "I-It's not like I'm doing it on purpose- It just happens when I meet them, That- That somehow they just become more.. Friendly..?"

The word friendly tasted like venom on her tongue.

"I-I don't know how to explain it- I don't know how it happens. Just.." [F/N] took in a shaky breath, Raising her head up to him, Humiliated by what she was about to do. "P-Please, Let me go. I just want to go home- I don't have anything to give you just..! Please.."

Begging.

It made her feel disgusting.

But she needed to get out of here, Out of here before he became affected too.

Lucifer hummed, Unaffected by her words as he leaned back on the couch he was sitting in. He had picked up his tea again and began to sip on it once more, His body still tense, The rot on his skin continuing to fester.

"So you can't control it.." Lucifer mumbled as he peered down at the liquid circling in his teacup. [F/N] was sat on baited breath. Well aware of the eyes on her, The body guards, The Illuminati members that she was unable to see stationed about the room.

"N-No..- So could you please just.. Please let me go." [F/N] spoke quietly, Yet desperately, Trying her best to convince The King of Light to let her go. Like a mouse begging a cat to let it out from in-between it's claws.

Lucifer didn't respond. Just sat there. Staring down at his tea.

"P-Please.. I'm only an exwire, I couldn't do anything even if I tried-" The grip on the teacup handle tightened.

[F/N] cut herself off as she watched his jaw tighten, Shoulders squaring, The teacup beginning to shake from the sheer grasp he had on the handle.

"Commander..!"

CRASH!

[F/N]'s eyes widened as she watched the teacup slip from his fingers, Shattering on impact at the edge of the table. Lucifer groaned under his breath, Keeling over, His trembling gloved fingers grasping the ledge of the table.

Homare, The woman from before rushing over to his side followed by a small fleet of guards. [F/N] pushed herself back in suprise, Hadn't expecting the crowd as they rushed to their superiors side.

"What the-"

"It appears this body is much weaker than I had thought..-"

Lucifer grasped the side of his cheek, Where [F/N] watched as the decay visibly grew. She felt her eyes widen as Homare helped steady him. Her attention focused on him and only him, Her lips thinned. [F/N] blinked.

Was this her chance?

Demon Kings, Their bodies unable to handle their strength, Decaying faster the bigger they are. It was only correct that the strongest amongst them would be in constant pain, Constant torture.

She knew what she needed to do- To try.

[F/N] slowly released her grip on the couch. Lucifer keeled over, His guards and right-hand focused soley on him. Nudging herself to the side, Further, A little more. [F/N] needed to find summoning paper, Or at least something to prick her thumb-

[F/N] didn't expect to get far, Not without her dear sylphs-

CRASH!

[F/N] yelped.

Trays and platters fell to the floor, The desserts crumbling against the floor to make way for the arm that lunged out from amongst the small group. A hand grasped onto her wrist. A thinning, Shaky, Sickly hand with such unbelievable strength.

A pair of green eyes were illuminated through the parting of silvery hair, Wide, Staring at her. His instincts and his reflexes unmatched. [F/N] stared into them, Her throat going dry-

"Do not move-"

THUMP!

It was like a pin had been dropped in a silent room, Or a scream erupting within a library. It was the kind of thing that could be felt from miles away, Like the devastation of a tsunami or the the heat scorching off the sun.

And it was without any noise, Not much anyway.

His hand let go. [F/N] pushed herself back onto the couch, Her legs almost kicking in her scurry, Trying to get as far away from him as possible.

THUMP!

She knew what had happened when Lucifer had gasped for air, Like a drowning man taking his first breath of air. When his face moved like it had muscles underneath, Not tin and clockwork.

The guards all made barks of concern as he collapsed back onto the couch. Body jerking. His eyes wide as he stared up at the ceiling, Heaving, His chest raising up and down at an unnatural pace. His expression, It was-

"Commander..! Are you..-!"

"T-This heart.. This.." Lucifer breathed, In and out, His body splayed against the couch as his eyes lit up. The words of Homare went completely ignored. "This vessel-! T-This body..!"

Lucifer's hands grasped his vessel, One grasping the fabric and flesh covering his heart and the other almost frantically trailing up the rot that festered on the side of his face. His breathing ragged, Yet his body calm and almost relaxed.

"Commander..?" Homare's eyes widened as she watched him, Raising up as her eyes stared on with confusion. Lucifer grasped his chest, Where his heart was, His breathing slowing. Calming. If only a bit.

He shuddered, An audible shiver running down his spine. The fleet of guards stepped away from him, All looking at one and other at the scene. It was almost like his body had melted into the cushions, Relaxing, Like the numb procured from a good night's sleep.

"This body..!" Lucifer breathed out, His eyes aglow as he stared up at the ceiling above. His hand shook where it grasped his heart, The organ that began to thump. "There is no pain- I- What is.. It feels.. Good- No. It feels great..!"

Lucifer stirred, His head almost lolling to the side as he sat forward on the couch. His eyes looked almost dizzy, And if not for his unsightly self-control he would've collapsed right back onto the cushions.

[F/N] flinched when his head raised.

He was affected.

Lucifer's eyes snapped onto her, Widening, Watching.

"You..-!"

His voice sounded like he was parched, His eyes lighting up when he finally drew his attention back to her.

[F/N] could only yelp once she was yanked forward. When those hands grasped onto her wrists and tugged her forward. She almost collapsed over the table and the fallen trays, Barely grasping onto the edge to save herself.

"T-This was it..! I understand it now.. What my siblings were raving about, This is it..!" Lucifer rasped as he pulled her closer with such unthinkable strength, His stare scorching, Looking down at her- "You.. I understand now, Why they were so enthralled by you- I understand-!"

[F/N] yelped.

"No- No- NO-!" [F/N] yelled out, Unable to take it anymore. She cried out. Trying to yank her arm away from him to no avail. Lucifer only tightened his grip around her wrist. Painful, Almost bruising her skin.

"You..! You stay right there-!" Homare called out, A hiss in her voice as she quickly took charge and grasped onto [F/N]'s shoulder, Keeping her in place. [F/N] struggled, Trying her very best to get out of the woman's grasp but it was futile.

"L-Let go-!"

"Please.. Come closer." Lucifer almost begged, His voice quiet yet pleading as he relented the grasp he had on her to beckon her towards him.

Was the space between them too much? The two foot wide gap? [F/N] felt tears begin to prick in her eyes, Pure hatred running through her veins as Homare wrestled her up to her feet and began to shepherd her around the table.

She almost slipped on the polish of the wood, Trying to kick her way out of Homare's hold.

But it was useless.

[F/N] felt herself get pushed down onto the opposite couch, Her back hitting the cushions as a chill ran down her spine. Whenever this happened, Whenever another demon king got affected by her penchant she had always found a way out. To run or fight, She had always found a way out of here.

She always had. Always. Even now there was a way out, Wasn't there? There must be- Surely-

"There you are.. That is much better.." Lucifer spoke out, His voice returning to that gentle lilt though there was an undeniable warmth to it now. His eyes gleaming, Sitting there beside her, Facing her, His attention unwavering.

"Don't- Don't touch me-!" [F/N] cried out, Tears starting to trickle down her cheeks as Lucifer took them into his gloved palms. His touch was freezing, Even through the silky fabric.

It was enveloping too, His grasp a little too tight. How could she get out? How could she escape? His grasp make her skin feel dead and embalmed. The guards surrounded them, Homare especially keeping her eyes trained on [F/N] for any sudden movements.

Fuck. [F/N] trembled. There was no way she'd be able to get away, There was no chance. [F/N]'s reddening eyes were wide, Unable to remove them from Lucifer's. Tears falling down her face, Sizzling at her skin.

How could she get away? In the end she was still just a girl.

The same girl refused to follow her friend into the forest.

Oh, Who was [F/N] kidding?

She was still a kid.

A stupid, Scared, Sniffling little kid.

"No.. No. Why are you crying?" Lucifer asked quietly, Eyes narrowing. His thumb rubbing circles into the skin of her cheek. Wiping away the tears that erupted from her ducts. "It.. Does not feel good to see.. Tell me, What is it that you want? What will make you stop?"

[F/N] hiccupped.

"To go home-! Let me go home-!"

"-No. Anything but that." Lucifer answered quickly, His lips thinning. His hands holding her face growing tighter at her words. "I'll give you anything else.. You see, This vessel.. I have never been able to exist a moment in this world without pain.. An ache that never dissolved, Not until now.."

Lucifer's voice almost shook, The euphoria of normalcy was overwhelming, Overtaking. It was something he could feel in his very being. [F/N] hiccupped, Her throat aching.

Lucifer parted his eyes from hers for only a moment, Glancing up at his right-hand.

"Homare.. Please summon a cleaner to fix this mess as well as more tea." Lucifer ordered firmly, Still gripping [F/N]'s crying face in his hands as Homare saluted and bowed, Barking out a "Yes, Sir..!" before quickly making her way towards the rooms pair of doors.

It was only once they opened and shut did Lucifer return his gaze towards her. Such a sickening, Burning gaze.

It was calculating, Thinking, Asking himself what he was to do.

"Now.."

Tears continued to run down her face even when she was tugged closer. Gently, Yet firm as she felt his arms awkwardly rest around her in what could only be described as an android's attempt at a hug.

His movements were stiff, His limbs not use to the action he was doing. An arm around her back with another on the back of her head. He had leant down, Her head resting on his shoulder. It was if he was trying to mimic what others have done before, A fraudulent copy of what usually was such a genuine action.

[F/N] didn't even fight back, Not when she felt the stare of the entire guard on her back.

"..Does this make you feel better?" Lucifer asked after a moment, His head resting atop hers. [F/N] still shook in his grasp, His cold and mechanic grasp. Feeling his fingers weave themselves into her hair, Firmer than what she expected.

Awkward, But firm enough to ensure she would be unable to get out.

It didn't make her feel better, Not in the slightest. [F/N] tried her best to calm herself down, To think rationally. To imagine that she was hugging someone she actually loved, Like Lewin or Osceola or her friends from the cram school.

Friends, They really were her friends.

[F/N] sniffled, Trying to imagine she was with them and not Lucifer right now. Imagining the smell of ash in the classroom, The obnoxiously coloured halls, The echoing chatter that bounced around the room.

[F/N] missed them. Her friends. Her actual friends. She had companions for once in her life. She had a network, A system she could rely on when she fell, Knowing that they would help her get back up.

[F/N] hoped they were coming for her, To help her get out of here. Anywhere but here, Anywhere.

"Commander."

Homare had returned, Had it been that long? [F/N] saw her standing there through the blur of her tears, Arms positioned behind her back and her eyes a little bit wider than they were before.

There was no tray of tea in her hands like she was ordered to bring.

[F/N]'s eyes widened.

A sudden chill washing over her.

"Commander, I apologise for returning so quickly however I've just been informed that we have- Erm.. Guests." Homare coughed on the last part, Almost as if figuring out how to put it.

Readjusting her glasses she spoke once again.

"The other demon kings, They are here."

[F/N] felt her heart stop.

The demon kings.. They..

They were here?

Lucifer let go of [F/N] however reluctantly, Releasing her from his hold. He pushed himself up to his feet and readjusted his uniform, Settling the velvet of his cape back over his shoulders as he turned to face Homare.

"I had expected this much.. I can sense their presence already.." Lucifer spoke calmly as he dusted himself off. "Not just Astaroth, Iblis and Egyn.. I can sense that Beelzebub, Amaimon and Samael are here as well.."

"Yes, Commander. They are currently standing within the foyer as we speak, They are currently waiting for you."

"Is Samael willing to talk?"

"Yes, I believe he was the one that alerted Beelzebub and Amaimon here. He has not came with anyone from The Order."

"I see. Good."

[F/N] felt her heart near explode. The kings, Demons, The worst of them all.

They were here.

A cold sweat covered her skin worse than it had before, Tears and snot dribbling down her face even harder. All of them, The ones she had met over the years, They had never forgotten her and now they were here.

[F/N] couldn't fight, Couldn't scream, She couldn't run anymore like she had done so many times in the past.

This was it.

There was no escaping now.

"Prepare the master dining room for a feast, Summon the cooks to prepare food however last-minute. Whatever they deem is best."

"How many chairs, Commander?"

"Nine. I can sense Azazel has recently found himself a vessel, He should be arriving rather late but make room for him anyways."

Lucifer turned to her, The emerald in his eyes glinting as he looked down at her. That expression, The one of calm and collected demeanour holding something else now. Something much darker than his title suggested.

He turned to her, Examining her from head to toe.

"I suppose there would be no time to fix your appearance, Unfortunately. I don't believe that our siblings would stay patient much longer.." Lucifer remarked as he looked at her, Frozen there, Terrified out of her mind.

He turned to face her now, Homare already running off to complete her order. Lucifer looked at her from head to toe, At her expression of gritted teeth and sweat building on her brow.

Lucifer almost sighed.

"And I don't suppose you would come peacefully to the dining room either. You are still shaken from the unorthodox way I brought you here, Not to mention that I've heard you have a rather troublesome distaste for us demons." Lucifer almost lamented as he looked down at her.

He took a step forward, His hand raising in the air.

"Ah.. It's no matter. Today you have shown me how it feels to exist without pain, Without weakness." Lucifer spoke, Grateful, His words were dripping in it. "Even now I feel the beating of this vessel's heart, What a wonderous feeling. I understand what the rest of our siblings meant when they had told me.. And I thank you for that."

All of a sudden, He snapped his fingers.

[F/N] only heard the quick sounds of footsteps, Hundreds, Thousands. Echoing and ringing in her ears as she was hefted up to her feet. An arm under each of her pits, Carrying her, Holding her up with such daze in her expression.

Lucifer's gaze almost softened.

"This is familial love, Is it not? Even such a demon as I can be affected by it, By you." Lucifer spoke, So eerily, Dreamily. As the guards surrounding her began to take her away, Her mind in shambles with no more tears left to cry.

[F/N] felt her feet drag against the floor, Mind yelling at her- Screaming as she heard a door open.

Wishing this was all just a dream.

A ghost of a smile appeared across Lucifer's face, Only fitting on such a lifeless being.

"Don't try to fight or run, [F/N]. You may not favour demons, But as our newest sibling, You are sure to learn how to see things our way. However long it takes. Please, Try to behave yourself, Will you?"

The door slammed shut.

And suddenly, Everything turned black.

[my-owl-baby]

Goodbye Now

Masterlist

You and Satoru Gojo have been friends since birth by your parents being close friends. They thought two special children should be friends.

You both didn't get along. You teased him for being cocky and annoying, and he hated your guts for making fun of him for being the six eyes. He is special, but you were powerful. You just didn't know it.

"Satoru!!!" You yelled, running up to him, giving him a hug. He tried pushing you off him, but no use.

"What do you want, Y/n?" he said, annoyed by your presence already. You only smile, letting go to hold his hand.

"Let's go, I want to show you something," you smiled, pulling him somewhere before he had a chance to speak up his own mind.

"Y/n, we have to go. I don't think it's safe," he mumbled, your hands still connected to each other.

You hummed, not listening to him, only pulling him closer to you as the both of you made your way to the woods. It was bright out to be worried about being kidnapped or killed.

"There's a pond, you might like it." You turned to him, giving him a smile. You always made him feel so warm inside, maybe because you were close to him.

Of course, he thought of you of his best friend, his only friend since birth. He always cared about you but didn't show it since he thought being special meant not to show you weaker than others.

You both made it to the lake, Lilly pads on the pond and lotus flowers. "Isn't beautiful," you mumble, sitting down. He followed your movements.

"Yea, I guess," he mumbled, looking at the small pond in front of him. You both stayed silent for awhile hands still connected.

You finally spoke up, "Satoru...I'm leaving for a while." You mumble, you didn't dare to look at him.

He was surprised by the new heart broken by it as well. His one and only friend wasn't going to be there to annoy him anymore.

"W-why?" He tried to keep cool, looking at you, but you didn't face him.

"My parents want me to move overseas for my training and lessons for now on." You continue on explaining why you were leaving, the exact word by word your parents told you.

Satoru couldn't believe it. Even as you were speaking of it, he didn't want to know even more. "Stop it," he snapped at you, more harsher than he intended.

You stayed quiet, of course, looking at Satoru this time. "I'm sorry..." He mumbles only enough for you to hear only him.

"Don't be, I understand." There was another silence after that a long one. Satoru knew whatever he did. She'd have to go away either way.

"Do you know when you're coming back?" He asked. You only shrugged, causing him to groan. Of course you didn't know.

The two of you got back from pond to your place. You hang out for the rest of the night all throughout the days you had left before you had to go.

"Strawberry orrrrrrrrr-" Satoru cut you off, looking at you with an annoyed look.

"Shut up, I'll take chocolate," he said to the ice cream man. You only giggle at this reaction.

Today, the day you leave at nightfall, leaving Satoru alone at the age of 10 ten years, you both knew each other.

And now being separated for longer than ever. "You talk too much," he mumbled, handing your ice cream.

"Come on, don't be that way," you said, sitting down near a park bench. He sat close to you but not close enough.

"It's my last day, and you're being rude." he shrugged, not bothering to knowledge his actions.

"So, you're annoying," you only chuckled.

"Do you know the school name?" He mumbled through eating his ice cream. You hummed as you ate your ice cream.

"True cross academy," you said as you ate your ice cream. It was too good rare when you both got sweets with both your parents being strict on your diet.

Gojo only hummed at the answer. He'll ask about it to his parents later. "Make sure to always send me emails!" He mentioned pointing his finger at you.

You looked at him with surprised by this action. Only causing you to smile at the white-haired boy.

"Of course, I won't forget too!" He only nodded, going back to eat his own ice cream before it melted.

Now the both of you stand near the gates to your plane. "Promise to send emails," he mumble, you only smiled before giving him a hug unexpected to him.

Satoru never enjoyed your hugs, but he couldn't complain about this one. It might be the last one he'll ever get from you.

He hugged you back, holding you close to him, "I'll miss you, idiot." You only giggled at his words before you spoke up.

"I'll miss you more, Satoru," he only responded with hugging you tighter than he could.

"Flight, gate 12 to Korea now set to take flight," the announcer said through the mic. Signal you both to let go, Satoru held hid tears back.

"Goodbye, Satoru," you mumble, giving him one more hug before running off to the gates where your parents wait for you to say their goodbye to you.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Day Off | Yandere Blue Exorcist

You speedily walked through the hallways of the True Cross Academy, holding you’re clipboard under your arm. Trying to ignore the green-haired demon that comically kept pressing his face against the windows. You let out a sigh as you pulled out your magic keys to easily avoid an even longer walk to the cram school. If only to hinder the beady green eyes that refused to stop. Following. You.

Opening the door to the eccentric-colored hallway. You went on your way opening the door to everyone’s favorite Ex-Wires. Holding your fist up to the door, you moved to knock only to be stopped by the door swinging inward. Opened by your junior half-demon who was smiling with his pointy canines.

“Rin! Sit back in your seat!” 

Rin ignored him leaning on the doorway, tail exposed and swinging without restraint. 

“(Y/n)-Senpai! Are you teaching today?! Are you monitoring!? Are you going to stay long–agh!?”

He squealed as he was flung back by the minimally dressed Shura Kirigakare who replaced him as she leaned against the doorway. Smirking she purposefully blocked your way into the classroom. 

“Sit back down kid. The adults are talking,” she leaned close to your face before continuing. “So (Y/n), have you come to take up my offer?”

She fiddled with her jacket putting it out of the way of her minimalistic top, accentuating her chest. You let out another exhausted sigh as you backed away ducking under her arm and stepping over her leg to make your way into the classroom. You turned your head to her, speaking in a hushed voice.

“Come on Kirigakure, you know I’m far too busy to play with you.”

She straightened up, leaning against the door and keeping her head turned to the unoccupied hallways. Noticing her quietness you walked to the podium where Yukio was waiting nervously fiddling with the papers he had. 

“(Y/n)-Senpai, it’s good to see you!” Yukio coughed. “Thank you for coming in again, I really appreciate it.”

“Of course. I’m always happy to fill in for my boys.”

Yukio’s face lit up in a blush before quickly composing himself with a push of his glasses. You chuckled at his nervousness before watching the exorcist scurry out of the room. Passing the first-class exorcist, words were exchanged before he left the room. 

Turning to the remaining class you clapped your hands, drawing their attention as if it wasn’t already on you.

“Alright, kids. Let’s get to work!” 

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“Come on, Kids! Try to land a hit!” 

Kirigakure yelled from her desk watching as you casually defended all their attacks from behind the podium. The moment Yukio left you decided to change the lesson to one on damage control–an easy lesson on your part who was she to judge? Who was she kidding, she couldn’t think negatively of you in the slightest. It killed her to know at the mere mention of her name from your mouth she would blush as furiously as she did before. 

“S-see I told you guys they were super strong!” Rin gushed to his classmates who were similarly panting in exhaustion from their separate areas of cover. 

“N-no kidding! I can’t even figure out what their doing!?” Bon yelled over a barrage of icicles that were shooting in their direction. 

“M-maybe they're one of those descendants–eek like the ones Kamiki-chan was talking about?” Shiemi squealed from the protective roots of her familiar. 

“I-i don’t know of a demon that controls a bunch of elements–hot! Like that!” Konekomaru continued to shield himself faltering as waves of heat came off the ground underneath him. 

Kirigakure chuckled, at the familiar interaction. Seeing everyone who fights you squabble to find out your power. Underneath her amusement, something snaked, that similar negative emotion birthed for everyone who held your attention away from her. Summoning a can of beer from the portal on her chest, she slicked one back with a sneer on her tongue. 

“When are you gonna stop playin’ with them!?” 

The slurred yell came from her gaining a desired reaction. Your narrowed gaze on her before switching back to the blue-flamed student hurling in your direction. With no problem at all you took down the half-demon, pinning him underneath you with a hand on his chest. 

You sucked your teeth quietly scolding the boy with a smile as his flames died down. The image burned Shura with envy. Even with the knowledge of your parental relationship, it did nothing to soothe the anger that came with such a position with anyone else. And in an act of stifled defiance, she flung the can at the board directly above you and Rin. Once again you looked at her with a piercing gaze before helping Rin up to his feet. To feel her heart swell at the annoyance in your eyes was a despicable feeling but one that she craved as you opened your mouth to speak. But of course, your phone rang and with a smirk, you rallied the students.

“Come kids, they need some extra hands.” 

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Rin Okumura was on a role if he did say so himself. Your watchful gaze on him while fighting really fired him up (pun intended). The sheer pride of working effectively alongside his team, using the moves and lessons he had with you couldn’t make him happier. 

“Here I go!” 

Calling his friends and his brother, he took the lead withdrawing his sword to severely debilitate the demon of immense size. With the adrenaline still running in his veins he continued to slice and dodge the demon's attacks; drawing its attention as Bon and Konekomaru recited their scriptures. Fearfully Shima aided in Rin’s distraction, while Kamiki and Shiemi continued to evacuate anyone nearby this time being conscious of the infrastructure that could be saved. Rin couldn’t be happier. Laying demons to rest with his friends all with (Y/n) watching! Watching…But you weren’t watching. Your eyelids were downcast as your mouth moved. Looking into the distance, your mouth moved to speak with Kiragakure who was insistently leaning, rubbing all over you as you sat on a rooftop. He’d never been more jealous of her boobs in his life!

But this wasn’t right! For all the limited times he gets to spend with you he never got to show you his agency on the field. He’s sure Yukio did because he always got to work with the ones he wanted. But this was his chance to show you, to show you that he was strong and that he could do this. But he couldn’t do that if you didn’t look at him!

“Rin! Pay attention!”

Too little too late Rin was trapped fighting the pressure of the demon's giant appendage as it bore down on him. Even still his azure-colored eyes looked at you through the claws of the demon, only to spy your look of bated concern. He did not like the look on your face it made him sick. He wanted your attention on him but not like this. 

“L-look at–” he buckles under the weight. Nearly being squashed before snapping awake with a burning flame of passion. 

“LOOK AT ME!” 

At his scream, he rocketed out from the weight of the demon swinging his sword as he shot up its arms. Continuing to carry out the momentum of the slice he went right for its head ultimately bringing an end to the demon’s reign as its designated scripture was read. With a monumental crash and a mountainous pile of rubble, he triumphantly stood knowing full well you were smiling on from your perch. 

Jumping down with Kirigakure you smiled at the collapsing students. 

“Good job kids! Now, who wants ice cream? It’s on me!”

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“Thank you for the food!” 

The students happily munched and licked at their ice cream. You happily kicked your feet as you sat separately, sucking on your own popsicle as you leaned against a nearby wall both your sides being occupied by the Okumura twins. In front of you was Kirigakure who refused to keep her distance anymore and had settled for leaning herself on your lap; watching the ice treat hang languidly within your mouth as if waiting for something to drop.

“Of course kids! I don’t mind rewarding you all for your hard work!” Shima high-fived Konekomaru and Bon while Shiemi and Kamiki nodded to one another. Kirigakure couldn’t help it smirking into the skin of your lap.

“Ha but you still caused millions~in~damage~” 

“Ughh!” “Come on!” “We just can’t win can we?!”

Her teasing tone resulted in a collective groan, relishing in the comical glumness that fell over the group. Looking up at you, your pouting lips were apparently emphasized even more by the playful slap at the top of her head by your popsicle. She stuffed her face into her lap warming your lap with blood rushing to her cheeks. You took the time to reassure the group telling them how many other Exorcists have similar problems. 

“Thank you again. I can already tell they’ve already gotten significantly better at damage control.” Yukio chimed. Looking over at his brother who shamelesslywas leaning against your other shoulder while he and Shiro continued to eat their ice cream cup, “I doubt I could have taught them any better…if anything at all.” 

“Hey!”

You chuckled as the twins glared and begin to bicker with one another. Sucking on your treat you enjoyed the familiar sound before stopping to look up at the incoming presence. 

“Mephisto.”

“(Y/n)!”

“M-mephisto!?” Rin’s screechy call of surprise had everyone snapping in the direction of the flamboyant principal. Twirling his umbrella by the handle he continued to give his pointy smile, much to many’s chagrins.

“On your day off you’d spend it working? I can hardly believe it, with the way you run out at the end of your workday.” 

Mephisto kept smiling but the comment was grating. You only rolled your eyes, licking at your treat. 

“Working with you in an office for twelve hours is completely different than watching the kids on missions. Besides,” leaving the popsicle in your mouth as you let your hands ruffle the twin’s raven hair, “anything for my boys!” 

Said boys blushed profusely, as you continued to muss up their hair nervously pushing at their glasses and turning away when you released your hold on them. Kiragakure glared as she moved to tighten her hold on your waist, nuzzling against you to glare at the purple-haired demon. 

Mephisto’s eyes twitched and lightly chuckled bringing the hood of his umbrella to cover his body. The twins reeled back while Kirigakure found she was no longer squeezing you but the air in which you previously resided. Looking up with a glare she found you were casually being held  in Mephisto’s arms by your waist. 

“Well, we best be on our way! So much work to get done.” With a dip of his hat and a dramatic swing of his umbrella, he was about to make another dramatic exit only hesitating when Kirigakure yelled. 

“Oi! Isn’t it pretty tyrannical to kidnap them on their day off!?” 

“Oh? I didn’t say I’d make them work! Now I bid you adieu.”

He snickered tightening his grip around your waist as he made a final twirl of his umbrella. Letting the umbrella flop to the ground as you both made an exit, leaving Kirigakure to silently fume with Yukio and Rin who glared at the remaining object.

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“You know she’s right. Why bother me on my day off, despite what it was I was enjoying myself.”

You were draped on his lap leaning on the arms of his floating chair as you accusingly pointed your popsicle in his face with a mock pout on your face. He smiled widely flashing his pearly canines as he played with the collar of your shirt specifically the area where the back of your neck was. 

“Aww, but don’t you want to spend the day with me? We always have such fun!”

He snatched the end of your popsicle in his mouth smiling devilishly at the scrunching of your nose as he ate your treat. His eye contact was broken with you as the popsicle was pried from his mouth and taken into another's.

“And don’t forget me, don’t you want to spend time with me?”

Amaimon interjected leaning into your face from the top of the armchair, only for Mephisto to grip his brother’s face to push him away.

“Yes! Amaimon you too or whatever. So how would you like to spend the rest of your day off with us me of course.”

You released an exhausted sigh before shaking your head as a smile spread across your face. 

“Alright well…”

[bluesunflowers21]

From Eden (3)

Sorry it took me so long to update this! Life got crazy, I feel like one of those fanfic writers who got hit by a bus lol.

Warning!!! Semi-graphic depictions of injured/dead child! read at your own risk, or skip the first italicized portion!

You’re running. She is too. Giggles float into the air like the fluff of a dandelion just wished upon. The grass is soft beneath your bare feet, the sun kisses your skin with her warmth, a breeze brushing through your hair as you keep chase. Your footprints overlap much smaller ones made just seconds before, larger ones overlapping your own just seconds after.

A smile is spread over three faces as the game of chase intensifies, a figure jumping clear over your own and landing feet in front of the instigator of said chase. The smallest figure, shielded by the bright sunlight from your vision, begins to laugh loudly as her father grabs her and takes off in a full sprint. You follow suit.

Everything is crimsom. There is a thick coating of the ugly color in the grass, on the bark of trees, on your hands. She lays in your arms, eyes having grown dark, her tiny body is so cold. Was she always this tiny? This fragile? Blood has foamed up and out of her mouth, dripping over her bruised face. Her chest is concave, pulling into itself. Golden magic is fluttering over her entire body. You feel how her ribs are cracked into pieces, how her jaw is completely dislocated, how her windpipe is crushed. The latter is completely unnecessary, as her little lungs could have never hopes to expand against the brutality which has taken place against her thoracic cavity. Medically, nothing could have helped her.

Majik. Majik could have. Majik could have saved your little girl, but he took it. Looking up, you see him syphoning it from you, feel him doing it. You scream for him to stop, even for just a moment, to let you save her. You sob and screech and plead and threaten. He just stares.

You sit up quickly with a gasp. You’re covered in sweat, tears streaming down your face. Amicus is startled by your sudden movement, but your terror quickly sends her on high alert. She scans the room with all five heads, each hissing and baring their own fangs in the face of an unseen danger. You pet over her body to calm her as you grip your shirt right over your heart. You’re shaking, completely thrown by your dream. It’s one you haven’t experienced in over two centuries. 

As Amicus lowers her guard, you slowly, shakily, stand. Stumbling your way to your kitchen area, you turn your faucet on and shove your head under it, mouth open. The cool water on your face and in your stomach helps. Shutting off the sink, you follow its name and sink to the floor. You try to take deep breaths as you glance at the tiny clock on the stove reading 5:37 am. After a few moments you collect yourself from the floor and slowly make your way to the bathroom. 

Looking in the mirror, you see tear streaks covering your face. Letting out a breath, you begin to wash your face. It was a nightmare, you’ve had it before, you can’t let it control you again. Another century of lying on the ground and refusing to move won’t change something that happened a millennium ago. That doesnt mean you wont take your sweet fucking time getting yourself together for the day, though. Forty-five minutes pass before you finally exit your bathroom, fully dressed for the day with fresh makeup covering your neck under the thick turtleneck style of your uniform.

Amicus stands tall in the hallway outside the bathroom door, acting as your not so mini guard. Walking past her to grab your bag, she slithers her way to the front door with you. Forgoing your coffee, you stick your key into the door and roughly yank it this way and that til you hear the resounding click to indicate that the door is ready. Taking a deep breath, you open the door into your classroom, students already seated and waiting ever so patiently.

If patiently can be described as Ryuji, or Bon as everyone seems to call him, and Rin having an all-out brawl in the middle of the room while everyone else shouts their opinions on it at them. Jaw dropped, you cannot help but just watch for a moment, amazed at the audacity of a group of absolutely idiotic teenagers gains when their teacher is a whole 30 seconds late. Amicus, of course, must be the adult in the situation for the moment. She has always been such a good girl.

Growing to her full size, Amicus wraps one neck each around both teens and lifts them several feet above the ground and, most importantly, away from each other. Yet again, you hear that girly as ever shriek, realizing this time it came from Shima.

Gaining your voice back in the wake of your shock, you shout at the two boys to shut it as they continue to scream at each other while trying to twist out of their binds to reach each other. Seeing that your shouting can't get through to them, and the giant hydra isn’t deterring them, you simply walk to your desk and place down your things. As the boys continue their, now only verbal, beatdown, you begin to write on the board. 

In all honesty, you had no idea what you were going to teach today, you never finished your lesson plan from yesterday, and had no intention of finishing it this morning after the night you had. Winging it had always been more of your strong suit to begin with, so why not now? 

As you finished writing points on the board, the class continued to become quieter and quieter. Finally turning around, you see all the other students now in their seats, aside from Shima, who now sits three full rows farther back than he had previously. Raising an eyebrow, you look at Rin and Bon. Both are still suspended in the air, weakly reaching for the other. If their lethargic movements didn’t tell you they had exhausted themselves, their sweat-soaked hair and clothes sure did. Raising your hand to Amicus as you nod lets her know to release them, and they tumble to the floor. 

“Seats, now. Or neither of you will be on the training trip this weekend. Good luck trying to make that bullshit up later.”

Slowly standing, both boys half crawl to their seats, faces red in anger or embarrassment. Who knows, and who cares? As they sit, you follow suit at your own desk, looking to the class with the expectation of an explanation as you tap your palm to your leg. Amicus shrinks down yet again and takes her place under your desk with her reward, another beef stick from your pocket. The students, however, do not seem to sense their cue.

“So…are we just going to ignore that or…?” you question.

As the students look to each other, then you, no one makes the move to speak up. Rolling your eyes, you start your lecture, telling the students there will be a quiz tomorrow on its topic. As you speak, you notice a few more mannerisms amongst the students. Nothing too interesting, just that Rin tends to fall asleep in class when the topic bores him, Shima seems to keep trying to get Izumos attention, Izumo glares at him every time, Bon and the bald kid whos name you still arent sure of seem to take it all very seriously, and Shemi seems a bit confused but dedicated. The puppet kid still creeps you the fuck out, just whispering to his rabbit the whole time. 

By the time you finish, there are another 15 minutes of class left. Figuring they would enjoy it, you tell the entire class that they are free to leave and enjoy their break before the next one starts. Gathering your things, you begin to pack up your bag to leave.

“The oldest sister married Amaimon, right?”

You freeze. Slowly turning your head to the class again, you see Rin staring at you. You guess his nap must have done him wonder since he suddenly seems so much more alert. You look at your bag, then back to Rin, before sighing as you set it back on the ground and hop up to sit on your desk.

“Yep, he married her. Why?”

“What exactly do you know about her, then? She ran off the assiah, right? Was that recent?”

The rest of the class looks a little uncomfortable, Shemi the most, having shrunk in herself.

“Well…no, it probably would have been hundreds, if not thousands, of years ago. The old legends don’t specify much, but…I think most agree she ran, and he didn’t follow. Again, why?”

Rin seems almost disappointed in this answer, looking off to the side and refusing to answer. You won't pry, you don’t want to get yourself too involved in any of this. You only took the job out of sheer boredom. You can only wander the world for you long before there's nothing new to see. The feeling in your gut keeps you from outright leaving, though. Looking over the class, you ask if there are any other questions about today's or yesterday's lesson. You get one or two minor questions about today's lecture, which mainly consisted of the use of minor demons by paganistic society before the formation of the Vatican. Then, Bon raises his hand. You nod at him to start speaking.

“That lady, the one always with…uh…Mr. Faust, is she a…y’know?” Bon stammers. You know exactly who and what Mephisto is, but you suppose that since the class was told you weren’t directly aligned to the vatican, it would make sense Bon would beat around the bush.

“Yes, she is.” You state bluntly. Unlike Bon, your words don’t waver for a second. 

Many in the class grow pale, but before more questions can arise the bell rings. You motion for everyone to file out and decide maybe here is a good place to get some paperwork done after all. As long as you actually stay awake this time. Pulling out some documents from your bag as students file out, you see a blob of blonde out of the corner of your eye. You glace up and immediately shriek as you suddenly notice shimi is about 2 inches from the side of your head. 

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!” she quickly stutters out.

You try to wipe the obvious grimice off your face and give a weak chuckle.

“It’s all right, how can I help you Shimi?”��

As you ask, Shemi’s familiar, a baby greenman, hops off her shoulder as your familiar rises from the floor to meet it. The two interact almost like children meeting at the swingset for the first time. They eye each other for a moment, then seemingly nod to one another before Nee, as shemi has now just told you during their interaction, hops onto one of Amicus’s five heads and suddenly shoots off deeper into the room. Nee lets out tiny sounds of delight as they speed off, Amicus hissing playfully in response. It is not completely uncommon for familiars to be playful with one another, however, one with such a high ranking typically would not entertain another so much lower and younger. Considering how you met Amicus to begin with, though, it isn’t too odd of a sight for you.

You realize Shimi has been speaking the whole time you were watching the two play, and quickly tune back into her voice.

“-so that’s why I- um…why we both think it would be good if you could maybe, if you dont mind of course! If you could…PleaseTrainMeToBeATamerLikeYou!” Shemi has her eyes squeezed shut as she practically word vomits the rest of her sentence at you, face bright red. 

She reminds you of someone you used to know when she does that. A younger girl from 2000 years ago who you loved dearly, one who asked you the exact same thing. While at the time you were only seventeen, your younger sister was eight. Much younger than Shemi is now, yes, but the innocence in asking is where the connection lies. 

A young Blonde girl runs up to you, her head barely clearing your first set of ribs. Her Blue eyes are shining with joy that extends out into her entire being. She jumps and wraps her arms around your middle, curls nestled against your neck as you pick her up and spin. She giggles, telling you to stop, that she has something important to tell you. You can’t remember what it was exactly, maybe she had summoned a fae for the first time? Lured one into a circle? It doesn’t matter now. What matters is what she asks you a few moments later. 

You both sit on the ground now, curled under the willow tree that sits just beside your beloved pond. She is red in the face, embarrassed but prideful in her ask. Determined to get her favorite big sister to share her knowledge no matter how young she may be, or if her Majik would even allow her to partake in the ritual. Celina was always stubborn. As she squeezed her eyes shut tight, face scrunching with the effort, she nearly shouted her request.

“PleaseTeachMeYourSummoningMajik!”

“Ms.(l/n)?”

You blink quickly a few times before realizing you have just been silently staring at Shemi for the past few moments. She looks to be on the verge of tears. The poor thing, you can’t imagine her taking it well if you said no at this point.

“Y’know, how about after this training weekend, we start to meet after your classes? I do have some other respondibilitys I need to take care of, but a couple days a week we can work one on one, Okay? Just remember, im not a vatican certifi-”

“Oh Thank you! Thank you!” Shemi exclaims, pure joy in her tone. She quickly hugs you tight, and you stiffen. Aside from Amicus, you haven’t exactly been the huggy type. You awkwardly wrap your arms around her, patting the top of her head twice as it rests on your collar bone. Shemi pulls away as a ball of energy, grabbing Nee who has made its way back to the desk at some point and running out the room, shouting gratuities along the way. 

You watch her go with a raised eyebrow as Amicus makes her way to your feet, nudging one with her closest head and staring up at you. 

“What have i gotten myself into this time Ami?” chuckling as you grab your things, deciding paperwork can wait, you walk to the class door and close it, pulling out your key and inserting it into the rusted key hole. 

As you walk back into the small apartment you have been calling home, you begin to gather your things. You have a training weekend to pack for, and something in your gut is screaming to prepare. Who knows what you all might run into in the middle of the woods.

[flaresemily]

Blue Exorcist

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