AN: It's atlas October! Since Halloween is my favorite holiday and UKUS is my favorite pairing… I'm writing a month long fic! Don't know what that means precisely? Heck, nether do I! So far it just means I will be writing this sucker all month and be posting a new short chap every once and a while this month. This story is just for fun so nobody get all technical on me! I got the idea for this story from watching The Devil is a Part Timer on Netflix. Just some small key points will be in this story but not the main plot or all the characters and scenes etc… Happy Halloween!
Halloween Prompt
Chapter: 1
It was almost dusk by the time Amelia got off her shift from Tea & Beans, a coffee and tea friendly nook that was combined with a library. Most of the costumers were college students and those who just wanted somewhere to relax and get some overly priced drinks.
Before working there Amelia had a part time job at a fast food restaurant that left her exhausted and irritated from the peculiar group customers that ate there. After long hours of working near the oven tops and fryers she would return home perfumed in the scent of patties and greasy fries. If the food itself didn't make her sick then it was definitely the smell.
She was very fortunate that her current job was hiring just when she finally blew her last wire and quit that old greasy fast food place. Now instead of smelling like greasy food she smelt of coffee, which she didn't find all too bad.
The walk home from her work place wasn't bad considering her apartment was in walking distance. It was just a few blocks down and closer to the more alive part of the city. She would have loved to move closer into the city but she had to settle on being a few blocks away because of money reasons. Paying rent on her tiny apartment was hard enough with the little amount she was making with her current income.
At times she considered getting another job to help pay, but she deemed that impossible with her tight schedule.
She didn't spend her money on fancy clothes or at clubs buying drinks like the rest of those her age, instead she spent her extra cash on items that most would find hard to grasp.
Just last week she nearly spent her whole paycheck on buying a new cauldron because the last one cracked down its side. The old black thing was her grandmother's and she knew it was to break at some point but she really hoped it wouldn't because she seriously didn't want to have to buy a new one.
Herbs also weren't getting any cheaper. It was her charming personality that got her the price on the herbs low enough for her to buy and not splurge.
Amelia was a witch in training. She had powers her entire life but wasn't instructed on how to use them until she was 16, and that was only because she accidently turned a girl in her biology class into a frog. It was then that her parents sent her to live with her grandmother and learn how to control her powers and not turn any more cheerleaders into amphibians.
Her grandmother taught her how to control her powers and a few simple spells and herb recipes. Things were great and Amelia had the time of her life messing around with magic, but that all changed when she was in her final year of high school. One day she returned to her grandmother small home and found the elderly woman in distress, running around her home gathering items and muttering spells under her breath as things floated around.
She ran to Amelia and told her that she was in grave danger. The council for all supernatural beings was coming for her. Her grandmother told her that the reason she was never taught magic as a child was because they didn't want anyone from their realm knowing she was gifted with magic. She was being hidden but the council had somehow discovered her and was after her.
She was told that she was apart of a prophecy to save the earth and all the humans. She didn't believe it but the look her grandmother had in her eyes was proof that her words held truth in them.
The prophecy said that she would one day slay the demon of all demons, the one who ruled the underworld. She would have to kill the Demon King himself and stop his plan of cracking open the gates of hell and releasing his demonic army upon earth.
She would be lying if she didn't crack a grin when her grandmother told her that. It sounded so ridiculous and random that Amelia thought her old grams was pulling the biggest fast one on her. It became all too real when her parents showed up and said she couldn't live at home anymore and she was being sent somewhere else to live. She didn't get the chance to tell her friends at school bye or even graduate.
Next thing she knew she was aboard a train with a suitcase packed full of her things and sent off to big apple, New York City. Because of the high population there it was deemed safe enough and that she'd never be found amongst the crowds.
And here she was now, one year and a half later, walking home from her low paying job back to her almost empty apartment.
During the time she spent living on her own nothing really changed. No gigantic hole had appeared with monsters running loose, and especially no giant red man with horns had shown up either. It was quiet and Amelia was more than happy with it that way. If the Demon King were to appear now and try to take over the land of mortals, she would most definitely not be ready for it. Her magic level was that of a child's still. The most useful thing she had ever gotten out of it was re-heating her leftovers, which was a lifesaver since she didn't own a microwave.
It used to be that every once in a while her grandmother would use magic to send her things but that had recently stopped and she had yet to hear anything from her. She was worried and wanted to go check on her, but she knew she couldn't risk returning home.
Killing the Demon King… Why was she chosen for such a task? Shouldn't that be given to God or one of his glorious angels? Why was a simple low-grade witch such as herself given the job? It bothered Amelia to the point she wanted to march up to the magic council or whatever and demand to see the damn scroll herself. She might have all ready done it by now if it weren't for the fact that she had no idea where the council headquarters was or if it even was real.
Amelia was nearing home with only one more block left. Her legs were tired from all the standing she had been forced to do at work. It had been so crowded and they were short on staff and she decided to skip her break and help out her fellow coworkers with the quick never-ending orders.
There was nothing she wanted more than to go home and go straight to bed, but she knew she couldn't. She had to practice with her spell casting and study on her own. She really wished she still lived with her grandmother, who could teach her and help her when things suddenly caught fire, which only happened twice.
Usually during her walk home Amelia would stop near the pond and throw her restaurants left over bread pieces into the water and feed the ducks, but this time she noticed that not a single feathered bird was there. As she gazed out over the dull murky water she realized how quiet the trees around here were. There wasn't a single bird to be seen or heard.
This was common during the colder months but not early autumn. The weatherman had said there wasn't going to be any showers or storms that night, so the animals have no reason to find cover.
The eerie quietness was un settling the more Amelia stood there alone and listened, so she turned and continued her walk home, trying to turn her thoughts towards her studies for the night and not the absent of all the forest life.
~.o.~
Deep below the earth's surface a demonic king sat tediously upon his throne. There were two of his generals bickering back and forth, inches away from each others face as if they were ready to sink their teeth into the others throat and rip it out. The gruesome scene would in fact add somewhat of appeal to the whole meeting but the King didn't need any more of his generals killing one another. There was only so few demons of high enough rank to fill the role and he wasn't about to let some inbreed lower class ones hold power or authority.
"Shall I have them sent away, sire?" a calm voice requested and the King glanced his eyes to the side to see his highest ranking general and trust worthy follower staring steadily upon the whole scene as well.
The king sighed as he watched one of the generals remove his sword and point it daringly at the others throat. He really wasn't in the mood to have their blood spilt and its smell waver in his war room. The smell of blood from the last meeting was finally starting to disappear.
"Unfortunately this meeting acquires their presence and corporation for it to progress." The general with the sword nicked the other in the arm and the smell of his dirty blood filled the air around the king, only intensifying his annoyance.
"I will have them silenced if that is what you wish." The smaller, but also high-ranking demon replied, his nine tails starting to sway back and forth.
"That won't be necessary, Kiku." The Demon King raised his hand, and in a smooth and swift movement sliced it through the air and the room became silent. He grinned as he watched the surprised faces on all of his generals as they failure to open their own lips.
One of the bickering generals raised a hand to his mouth and felt the thin yarn that stitched his and every others lips together in the war room. They all looked around before turning their attention to their waiting king.
"If you are all done then I would like to start the meeting that I have called upon you all." He pronounced from his throne and his servants bowed their heads. "Better…" he muttered then stood from his grand chair and strolled slowly down the steps, his long black cape trailing behind him.
"For quite some time now you have all known very well of my desire to conquer and burn the land that of the morals. For years I have been tolerantly anticipating and devising for this conquest and I feel as though the day will soon be upon us." He had his arms folded behind his back as he slowly glided through the rows of his servants who dared not look him in the eye.
He heard one of them mumble a question and he grinned, being able to understand the unspoken words. "The day is not set but I can feel the barrier between our realms thinning, crumbling every hour until there will be a crack large enough for my armies to pour out into the masses."
There was another unheard grumble and he replied. "I too will be amongst you during this war, giving the mortals a display of what their new ruler is like and the power he possess." He flashed a wicked smile and his green eyes flashed a blood thirty red. Several of the surrounding demonic servants trembled and glanced away from their king.
His boots thudded as he marched back up the steps to his throne and then swiftly turned, his cape swinging behind him. He grinned madly, his eyes splotching red with desire and his long wings stretching out behind him.
All the demons in the room fell to their knees, Kiku being the first to set an example of his obedience.
"Soon all the mortals will bow down before me because I Arthur, King of Demons and creatures of the night, will show no mercy and take what is rightfully mine. None shall dare stand in my way."
AN: Shout out to aphrodite931 for knowing her amphibians from her reptiles. You go girl! (Seriously thanks)
