A/N: This is actually my first Yandere Simulator story, it's weird for me to actually be into a video game, but I just loved the concept too much, even though I'm unable to play it, only watch other people play it (damn you, stupid computer). And I loved the visual novel Burning Love (once again, can't play it, damn you). I was laughing way too hard throughout the videos I've watched of it. And somehow, Flame Demon has become a cuter senpai than any of the actual human boys in the game. So I've created a somewhat sequel of the novel filled with murder, gore, occult, and lore I've made up about demons.

(P.S: The default name of the player in Burning Love is Sakura, which is a feminine name so that is the name and gender of the narrator.)

I love my senpai more than anything.

No, of course I'm not talking about Taro Yamada. Honestly, I don't see what all the other girls see in him. Sure, he's kind of mysterious but other than that, he's got to be the most generic boy in this school.

Well honestly, he might be the most normal boy in school, with the weird boys in the Occult Club, the gung-ho athletes in the Martial Arts Club, and the just plain boring guys who are loved and favored by the teachers (who I think are secretly perverted).

No, my senpai is much hotter than him.

Maybe it's because he actually has a flame for a face.

I still remember how we first met. I was cleaning up after school (after all the other students ditched) and stumbled into the Occult Club, where there was this strange knife on the floor. I always knew Oka Ruto and her friends were crazy, but I didn't think they were crazy enough to bring in a weapon.

Strangest of all, there was fresh blood on one side of it.

I didn't stop to question whose blood was on the knife (or who the one who wielded it was). I just wanted to get my own fingerprints off of it. A teacher might catch me with it, or worse, someone like Haruto Yuto and his friends, who run and tattle immediately.

I could be expelled for owning a weapon (and this knife wasn't even mine!).

So what was I to do?

I saw the skull on the table, surrounded by candles—I don't know how this club manages not to burn down—and not thinking about it, I just stuck the weapon in there, thinking everyone would believe it was just decoration.

Then, I just disappeared into a cloud of smoke.

I was just falling through nothingness until I ended up in a dark and empty space, inside of a circle of white light. Surrounding me were three demons.

One of them resembled Sakyu Basu from school—but that has to be a coincidence right?—and she was gray all over, including her eyes, which were just empty black pits. She had bat-like wings sprouting out of her back, along with a barbed tail. She would have been naked if it wasn't for the tight lace that clung to her body.

Another demon was particularly frightening—simply for the fact that he lacked arms and eyes and his neck was stretched out indefinitely. His skin was chalky white and he was completely naked. I'd rather not think about what happened to his body . . . and all of his teeth.

Only one demon really caught my eye; and that was my senpai, my Flame Demon.

He was dressed like all the other boys in my school; except for that he lacked a head and instead an inferno of flames roared from where his neck should be. From his gloved hands blazed about two white-hot flames. And from the moment I saw him, I knew he was going to be mine.

At first, he was annoyed with me and found me unworthy of his time. But I was so persistent with letting out my interest in him that we made a deal: he will go on a date with me and if he remains uninterested by the end of the date, I'll give him my soul.

We went to a lovely beach and I got him to open up to me. He told me of his tragic past and how he became the person I saw now. He told me of his life in the demon realm and spoke of the two other demons I saw, although he didn't know that much about them.

But I didn't care about that; all I cared about was him.

The Flame Demon may be a bit ahem, hot-headed, but he was the most fascinating person I have ever met. No one has ever made me feel this way before. I yearned for him the moment I laid eyes on him. Somehow, in the stretch of a single day, he has become everything to me.

And luckily—thankfully, he had returned the feelings.

He wanted to spend every waking moment with me. I couldn't do that though, with school and my family and all the other things that become less important whenever I'm around him. But we ended the date with a steamy make-out session and a promise for me to return to the demon realm.

The exit from the demon realm was a glowing white circle and with another cloud of purple smoke, I was back in the Occult Club.

With how long I was in the demon realm, I expected for it to be nightfall. I even panicked thinking I was locked in the school! But absolutely no time passed when I returned. It was like I dreamed the whole thing.

But the feeling I had inside my chest when I met Flame Demon still remained. This had to be a sign. I couldn't have imagined the whole thing. From then on, I took back everything I said about the Occult Club and kept where I went a secret.

Something told me if anyone else knew about this, I would definitely be judged for having a demon boyfriend.

Then I realized the knife that took me to meet my soul mate was still inserted into the skull.

There was no way I was letting anyone take that away from me. So I took the knife with me and smuggled it out of school. Surely the Occult Club wouldn't miss it. Besides, I wasn't going to let a teacher discover a knife stained with blood. Then it'll definitely be the end of my new romance.

I wasn't sure if I can keep doing this forever or if the knife will always work as long as I don't wash the blood off of it. But none of that matters now.

I finally have the love I've been craving for a lifetime.

I wasn't going to let something like possibly being arrested for wielding a bloody knife stop me from seeing my senpai.

This will work.

It has to.

At least that's what I thought until one faithful day . . .