Here we are at last. I have finally gotten my lazy butt to make the long awaited revamp of my old story 'Sad Story of King Satan.' Along with it definitely needing a new and improved name, my old writing was sloppy and poorly done. I had almost none of the story planned out, and it showed. This story is in no way an exact replica of the original. It couldn't be, if I wanted it to be up to my standards. I believe I have grown as a writer in the years since I first started the story. Hopefully, after reading this you will too. And for clarification, I own neither show, or the manga they originate from.

Most who came to a McRonalds expected terrible service from part-time teenage workers in an equally terrible mood. The locals in this area, however, had long since learned the difference between this McRonalds and others. The man who'd long become a constant figure at the front counters made sure of that. Who he was, or why he'd kept this job for as long as he had, nobody was completely sure. But for whatever reason, he was there every day. Sadao Mao, as his name tag proclaimed to any passerby that bothered to look, took his job seriously.

"Another order of a large black pepper fries and a medium peps!" Sadao yelled back into the kitchen. A young lady, about his age with light pink hair, nodded at his words. Just as Sadao was always there, so was Chiho Sasaki. While a good ways out of high school, she'd stayed in this job along with Sadao through university. With how long she'd been there, most regulars wondered how much longer before she went off to find something new.

Sadao and Chiho worked as an effortless team in the McRonalds kitchen (despite a few slip ups on Chiho's end. They were growing fewer and far between in comparison to years past, at least.) Orders came in and out almost as fast as they were taken down. Yes, regulars came to this McRonalds for a reason.

As the shadows grew long from the setting sun, the duo's shifts ended and they moved back into the staff room. "Hey Chiho! You want to come to our place for dinner?" Sadao asked, "Shiro finally managed to hold a job. We're inviting everyone over to celebrate,"

Chiho beamed, "Sounds fun!"

Packing up all their belongings, the two stepped out the door and into the street. The walk wasn't too far, and the two filled the time with lighthearted chatter. It wasn't that often Sadao had enough to host others at his house, especially with Hanzo Uruchihara bumming in the small space all the time. The idiotic boy, in all his time in the house, still had yet to get a job. If it weren't for his status as one of Sadao's old demon generals before they had come to Earth, Sadao would have almost certainly kicked him out by now.

Rounding the final curve to their destination, the pair walked up the rickety old staircase to Sadao's shabby shared apartment. The place hadn't changed much in the years since he and Shiro had originally began renting it, other than a few new nicer appliances and more comfortable beds. It wasn't much, but Sadao had become somewhat fond of the place.

Sadao reached out to the door handle, turning it gently. Without much effort, the door opened and the two stepped in. The familiar purple of the back of Hanzo's head greeted them. As usual, he had buried himself into some video game, refusing to help anyone with anything.

Shiro turned to the two newcomers with a smile, putting his long blond hair up into a ponytail. "Sire, Chiho, how was work?"

"Pretty normal," Chiho said, beaming back at the man. Sadao nodded in agreement.

"Nothing much happened," He said, "Nobody gave us any trouble for once," Another knock at the door caught their attention. Nearest to it, Chiho pushed it open.

"Hello," A redheaded girl stood out in the hall, hesitant to come in.

"I still don't understand why you invited her," Sadao grumbled to Shiro.

"Be nice! For most of our time here, she's been kind to us and even an ally at other times!" Shiro chided. Looking up at their visitor, he let a smile fall back on his face, "Welcome, Emi,"

"Thanks for inviting me," She said, shooting looks in Sadao's direction. The two mostly got along, but their old rivalries from his time as her mortal enemy never truly went away.

Shiro pulled a pot off the heat of the backburners of their stovetop. "And dinner is served!" The slight tension building in the room disappeared with the presence of food and full mouths. Time passed quickly, the room soon filling with a mix of loud chatter and booming laughter.

"I still can't believe you actually got a job!" Sadao burst out, grinning, "After all that time, you finally did it,"

"Three cheers for Shiro!" Chiho yelled, beaming. Shiro blushed slightly at the attention.

"How about some sake for the special occasion?" Sadao asked. Shiro stood, going to the cupboards to look for the small bottle they always kept. Not finding it in its usual place, he frowned. He was the only one who usually cooked in here. Where could it have gone?

"Did anyone drink the last of the sake?" He asked, glancing back at the others in the room. Hanzo stiffened suspiciously. Shiro sighed, "I'll go buy more," A shop that would be open at this time of night wasn't that far away. It wouldn't take that long to get there and back.

"No, let someone else do it," Sadao glared in Hanzo's direction. He had his suspicions on the culprit, and he wouldn't have his friend's special night ruined by a certain lazy demon's actions.

"It's alright sire," Shiro said, "The fresh air will be good for me. You stay here," Before the demon king could complain, Shiro grabbed his wallet and stepped out the door. The cool night air greeted him, washing the stuffy feeling of the apartment away from his mind. Descending the stairs out into the dark street, he set a slow pace towards his destination. He glanced upwards, watching the stars. It was definitely a nice night out. The peace was broken, however, by a figure appearing from the gloom just a second too late.

Shiro let out a gasp, shoved into an alleyway by the strange man's heavy blow. A flash of silver in the moonlight was the only warning he had before a sharp pain blossomed in his chest. Something buzzed in his head, trying to drown out everything. Shiro reached for his magic, but his sight blurred. The buzzing grew louder, pressing against his temple as the strange man yanked the knife blade from where it had embedded itself in him. His legs crumpled beneath him, black clawing into his vision. He had to… he…

I hope you liked the first chapter. Now to discuss some changes I made. From the beginning of remaking this, one thing was for certain. Younger me was ship-crazy. I tried to fit as many of my ships (and as a multi-shipper, I have many) into the plot as possible. Current me realizes that plan was terrible. Therefore, I cut that out entirely. Other than that, the first chapter stays mostly the same in composition, a bit of these character's daily lives followed by the death of a certain demon. No, I'm not taking that out. Fight me. I did trim off the ending I used in the original, since it in no way fit with the characters and was just shoehorned in there. Until next time, hope you read some good fanfics -Iloveumbreon123