Why… Do I see these things…?
These… dark creatures, in the shadows of this world…?

I sat on the ground as if I had fallen onto my knees. My eyes were wide, staring into nothing.

"Hey." I felt a hand on my head. It was warm, and familiar. I looked up, staring right into the face of Father Fujimoto, the man who had adopted myself and my little brother, "Willf. If you want, you could join me and we could fight together."

"Huh…?" my eyes widened further.

"Do you want to be like this forever?" Father asked me, "Or do you want to be strong, so you can protect G and others?"

"In this world… I could do that…?" I questioned.

"Yes." Father replied with a smile and a nod.

A few years later….

"I'm home!" called out G. I opened the door for him.

"Welcome back. It's late, where where've you been?" I questioned.

"Did you make food, Darky?" G questioned.

"Hai. I guess I won't be hearing it." I chuckled, "C'mon, everyone's already at the table."

G and I walked to the dining room, where the monks and Father Fujimoto gave G warm welcomes. G just sat at the table.

I don't think he likes the fact that we live in a Monastery, just like the monks don't like the fact that I'm a girl in the Southern Cross Boys' Monastery, but Father said it was okay. I sat in my seat at the table after serving G some food, where my own food was sitting, cold.

After a few minutes, one of the monks called Father out to deal with a client. G turned to me.

"When are you leaving to True Cross?"

I took a bite of my rice.

"Soon." I replied, "Kinda surprised you aren't coming. You got accepted, just like I did."

G just shrugged. I sighed and finished my food, "At least you got home before bed."

With that, I headed off to my room in the Monastery, looking around it.

I didn't share a room with anyone, being the only girl, but there was still barely any room. Bookshelves lined my walls, minus a desk in the corner and my bed. Clothes were sprawled on the ground, though in clean, folded piles

G was never allowed in here. Whether it be because he'd murder me for having a closet full of guns, drawers full of holy ammunition, an actual katana-rapier Father had made, and various other stuff that could kill me quite easily, or simply because he might find out that we're, in this world, these bodies, are children of Satan.

"Hey, Will. G's gone. You can head off to True Cross." Father told me, opening door to my room.

"Aye."

I grabbed two suitcases from under my bed. My exorcist gear had already been sent to my dormitory.

"See you, then. I'll try to come back after getting settled." I told Father, giving him a grin and him patting my head.

"Alright. We'll keep an eye on G, then." he said, "The seal on Kurikara is fading."

"You told me that when he turned fifteen, Father." I said.

That had been a couple of months ago.

"What do you think?" he asked me.

"You may wanna go." I said.

"...!" Fujimoto ran, presumably, out of the monastery. I followed him out, rushing to make it to True Cross to attempt to come back in time to save Father.

I had a bad feeling…

"...!" I gasped as blue fire surrounded me, my ears sharpening, my teeth growing, some into even sharper points than they were already, and a tail shooting from my spine.

G must've unsheathed Kurikara…

I nearly forgot that I inherited the flames too. I willed my demonic form away, hoping no one saw.

I felt my ears. They were back to normal.

At least Samael was good for something other than being a creeper.