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General Notes:

This is my first Fanfiction on, well... anywhere, so any advice and spelling/grammar fixes are appreciated. Hope you enjoy.

Also, the first chapter is pretty much an extended intro so, sorry about that. The reason for that is its really late right now but I suddenly got the idea for this and didn't want it to go to waste. So here we are. I'll try update soon/improve the first chapter. And see what happens. If anyone is willing to beta for me if appreciate it.

Also DISCLAIMER TIME! I do not own Ao no Exorcist or Naruto no matter how many times I've wished for it to be so.

Chapter Notes:

Hey guys I'm Crunchie and this is my first ever fanfic.

Don't worry, although this is my first fic ever, I'll try to make it good enough to read.

Any advice on how to improve is appreciated and any offers to beta are even more so.

Anyway hope you enjoy!

For future chapters/posting schedule: For now, I'll post the next chapters on Saturdays. I think that's a good day of the week. If you have any better ideas feel free to PM me.

Formatting:

I sure do hate it when Kakashi sensei is late – Thinking

"Sorry guys, I got lost on the road of life" – Talking

That idiotic jounin, he has better things to do then read pervy novels – Demon Thinking

You better not be late again or I'll wreck this whole village – Demon Talking

Underline – Emphasis

I know there's a lot of stuff before the actual story starts but here's the last add-on.

Chapter Summary:

A summoning circle drawn from the blood of innocents, a vengeful Tamer, and a chant that's just right.

A dark silhouette shifted through the shadows that stuck to the edge of the gloaming light. Only if you watched, and waited and never lost focus on the spot it seemed to stand, could you even hope to see it move, to see it shimmer in the shadows. But it watched, and waited for the one person that would almost pass it by, any person inquisitive enough to investigate a sound in the alley next to them even in the dimming light. It finally had to wait no longer, a lean, ash-blond haired, young man, in his early twenties had taken the bait.

He dropped down from the rooftop he had occupied only moments before, and landed right on top of the blond, knocking him out without him even having enough time to notice anything had happened. The attacker then slung the poor boy over his shoulder and carried him away, blending into the shadows.

My head was murky and I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried, blink away the mucus from my eyes. When I could see well enough, I tried to move, but all I could manage to do was jingle the chains holding up my arms a little, it didn't seem like I had fully recovered from going to bed so late yet.

Wait, since when did I chain myself up to sleep? And, now that I think about it, since when did my room smell so musk –

" AAAAAH!"

A sudden pain raked across my abdomen and I couldn't figure out what could hurt so much, that is, until I finally managed to look down. It took me a while to figure out that what I was seeing was actually my body. A long bloodied cut ran across my gut, well that explained the unrelenting pain, and there was blood everywhere, but what caught and held my attention were the long, meaty ropes that trailed out of the hole that seemed to encompass most, if not all of my lower abdomen.

"Oh."

I realised.

"They're my intestines."

The boy stirred a little before half an hour of being here, rather a long time to recover from being knocked out if you ask me, and fell unconscious again straight away. I had move him a little to keep him awake, the sound of the chains rattling seemed to confuse him and he drifted into thought almost as if it triggered a train of thought, maybe it did. At least he didn't faint again, the sacrifice had to be fully conscious throughout the whole process or the summoning wouldn't work.

He seemed to come to his senses when I made the first incision. He started yelling right into my face. It wasn't an enjoyable thing, to have someone up against you and shouting at your face, so I fetched a cloth gag from the corner of the basement where I kept things for such occasions, and stuffed it in his mouth. It wasn't much better, but at least I didn't have to smell his rancid breath now.

I carried on cutting him open with my kama* until the incision spanned the full length of his gut at which point I plunged my hand inside his, already dripping, bowels and dragged out his intestines. I pulled them out to their full length and then started to draw the innermost ring of the summoning circle, trailing the meaty string on top of the bloody line.

I began to add the glyphs to the demonic construct and covered those with the sacrifice's innards as well until only the outermost circle was left, which was to be drawn with the untainted blood of the sacrifice's, still-beating, heart, to represent the true, untainted evil of the demon I was going to summon.

* A kama/kai is a Japanese weapon that is similar to a sickle in size but looks more like a scythe (not a Death scythe though lol)

The room was silent, apart from the raking breaths of the live sacrifice needed to bring it here. Once it was here, Neuhaus knew, that hell-spawn brat wouldn't be in this world for much longer. He'd send it fleeing back to its sick master, or in this case, he sneered at the word, it's father .

Ha! Like Satan could even feel the love of a father! But after what Satan did, what it made him do, to his own family. He would make sure Satan's little demon-grub regretted the day it stepped foot into this world.

Neuhaus bent down over the last stretch of floor left unbloodied and drew the summoning circle to a close. It's a shame he needed parts other than the blood of a human to summon this beast otherwise he would've gladly used his own, but alas, the completion of the circle required more...elusive parts of the body. He hated having to kill others to summon his beasts and this one was no different, despite its special...skills. But he knew it would all be worth it in the end, when Satan's little hell-spawn brat would be pulverised by one of the demon lord's most powerful demons.

He sunk to his knees in the centre of the circle and began to chant, inaudibly at first,"Fools...trust...poison...nothing...hatred...power. Fools are easily trusted by others; trust is a poison so I live as I am, as nothing but hatred and power. Fools are easily trusted by others; trust is a poison so i live as i am, as nothing but HATRED and POWER!"

The circle of blood around him bubbled and writhed as if it were the magma coiling through the Earth's crust. It began to sizzle and soon pulse and glow as well. The outer circle rose like a tidal wave, falling inwards, towards the ex-professor. The force of the wave almost knocked him flat but he righted himself and not once did the chanting stop. Not until the pool of blood began to glow and started to coagulate into the form of...a boy.