Chapter One - History of the White Flames
It was at night when it happened. After all, demons don't come out in the day. Like their hearts, their surroundings must be dark. A baby was born into the world, like many others on that day, but none were as so unfortunate as this young child. In the streets of Britain a baby girl was born into the spring. She made no noise, she didn't even cry. Not even when she was taken from her mother.
The demons had crept in through the night, hiding in the shadows and lurking in the dark corners of the house. Slowly making their way towards the only light on in the house. Loving parents were curled up together, cradling their new born baby and surrounding in with love. They did not know what misfortune was to befall them.
The light went out in the room. The demon had destroyed it. The demons did not understand though, how strong the love of a mother can be. She held tightly onto he child, he eyes glued to her miracle laying sound asleep in her arms. The long blunt nails of the demon scraped along the mothers arm, they were rough to touch and the mother screamed in absolute horror as she began kicking and screaming to ward the evil away. The father did nothing. He'd already been taken care of by the second demon and he lay dead on the floor, his head sliced off his neck and the first demon picked it up. He crept over to the terrified mother with his nail sunk deep into the severed head of her dead husband. He blew down her neck and chuckled and evil laugh as he held the father's head in front of the mothers. She quivered as her eyes widened in shock and disbelief. A piercing scream slipped from her lips and encouraged the demons even more and they listened to the sweet music that filled the room.
The second demon slowly wrapped their dry, scaled bones around the mother's soft neck and began slowly squeezing as she hung onto her child tighter. It snarled as it realised what she was doing and began to crush her throat, but the mother would not let her dear child go.
He'd broken her neck and he licked his lips with pleasure as he tore her head off her neck. Her fate was the same as her husband's.
The child lay in the headless corpse's arms indifferent to the events. It did nothing. The first demon picked the child up.
"If I cared for these human infants, I'd say it was cute." He hung the child by its legs over his head to take a closer look at it's face.
"Don't say bull-shit like that. You'll deteriorate if you continue on with shit like that." The second demon chucked the mothers head towards with window, the force was so great it ripped the skin off her face and smashed the glass as he continued to talk.
"Tsunimo, we need to take it back to the master so don't go get any attachments. We don't know if the podgy thing'll survive."
"Got 'cha, Kyaremo." The first demon replied as the scuttled out of the shattered window dripping with blood. They escaped before anyone could get into the crime scene and unfortunately witness the horrid events of the night.
"Where's the Gehenna gate?" Kyaremo questioned as he ground his teeth together as he moved his grip on the child to the stomach.
"Master should've left it open around- ah." Tsunimo disappeared into a hedge and Kyaremo followed closely with the child.
"Found it." Without a second thought the twin demons leapt into the dark, screaming gate and it latched onto both of them, and refused to let go as it pulled them deeper and deeper into the pit.
They landed in what seemed like a room. It was solid and dark with a lingering aura of death and rotten flesh. The two made their way further into the surrounding darkness and began to feel nauseous as they knew they were to face their master.
"Did you bring it?" a voice boomed with a flash of light that suddenly surrounded the room and light it with an eerie glow.
"Yes, master." The two bowed on their knees as Kyaremo raised his hands, presenting the child to his master. His scaled boned shook together making a clinging sound as the bright light snatched the child from his hands.
Their master himself had furred skin, it was matted and a darkened white with age old blood he'd never washed. His tail curled around his back and wrapped around his front. His long, gray ears fell into his usually blonde hair. The child sat in his blood stained hand and shielded by his long, black nails.
With his free hand he snapped fingers and lit a small white flame that slowly started to turn and swirl into a marble sized ball that shone so bright it could have been mistaken for an angel, even though it was held by one of the lowest devils. He slowly moved his finger towards the young child's chest and broke through her skin as it cut it's way deeper into her chest it began to tear away at her heart. The child began to scream. It was a low, weak scream, not like her mothers' and the devil was not phased on bit by it. He continued until it was sat in the middle of the child's heart.
Suddenly, the skin of the child began to repair it's self, crawling back over her large, weeping wound. The room fell silent once again. The authoritative demon lifted the child to inspect it further and muttered a curse under his breath. Suddenly, the baby set alight. The white flames engulfed the child, hugging her body and lighting up the room they stood in. A tail sprung from her tail bone, fresh white, smooth and un-demonic. Her furred ears grew and flopped downward as her blonde hair slowly grew into peroxide. Black nails grew from her fingers and she suddenly grew sharp, pointed teeth. The elder only smirked at his creation.
"Good job." He stated and through the child back to the twin demons, trying to hide their fear of their master. Tsunimo caught the child and cradled her in his bone fingers as Kyaremo leaned in to take a closer look.
"Master what- what do you want us to do with it?" Tsunimo questioned with caution, their master turned away and began to leave what seemed to be a room.
"Raise it. I don't need it yet." He left the twin demons alone in the room with the young. They followed their master's order.
For the next 15 years, Tsunimo and Kyaremo raised the demon child. They taught her how to fight and fend for her self, how Gehenna was different from Assiah, the idea that they were mirrored and they never hid the truth from her, she always knew what they'd done to her parents but she only blamed her parents for being in the wrong place at the wrong was never a stranger to violence and gore. She received an upbringing of violence and evil and was always reminded of one thing - why she was created.
For her 15th birthday however, the twin demons made a mistake to for fill their young mistress' request. She wanted to see Assiah. That day there was a fight between Satan's sons. She hid deep in the forest as she watched the entertainment unfold before and the beautiful blue flames fill the sky. She began regular visits to Assiah, her home world. She followed a small group a students around, enjoying the drama and twists and turns in their lives and slowly, became attached to the world which she was born. Tsunimo and Kyaremo caught onto this, forbade her to go but she never listened. Whenever she left they could never match her power and she was able to breeze through each world with no trouble.
Then came the day. The day Satan took over his son's body and the Gehenna gate let all pass through into Assiah. Her elder became panicked and angry he completely forgot his plan, why he created his weapon and let her slip through his blood stained fingers.
Since that day of chaos she's been missing, suspected to be in the world of Assiah. Somewhere.
"Correct! Samael. You do play the game well, don't you?" A bright blonde girl bounced around in front of him in awe of his knowledge. She snatched his white hat away from him, he struggled to get it back but the young girl was to fast. She placed it on top of her head ans gently patted the top of it to secure it on her head. He began to sulk into his big, heavy chair.
"So. What do you want?" he crossed his legs and began to play with the curl of hair at the top of his head. He looked at the girl with a sinister look. "If you're not careful I'll end up killing you and I don't think your daddy-dear will be too pleased with that now, eh?" he straightened his stand of hair, release his grip and it suddenly curled right back into shape with a sharp 'ping' sound.
"Jeez." The girl slumped into one of the guest chairs "You're so mean, Samael."
"You stole my hat." He replied in annoyance.
"Eh? THAT'S what you're mad about?" She took the long silk hat and spun it into the air and it swiftly landed back onto his head. "I want to enter your academy like I said before."
The principal muttered under his breath and looked back up to the drooped-eared demon slumped into his chair. He didn't seem convinced.
"Oh, I forgot. You like to make a game out of everything, don't you?" The girl flicked her leg up and crossed it over the other sharply, she covered half of her face that rest on the hand, leaning to one side resting on the arm of the chair with her elbow. "Want to make a bet?" She stared fearlessly through her fingers and the intrigued man sat before her.
"Go on." he tilted the base of his hat up slightly and stared right back at the white demon sat confidently in front of him.
"How about this.." She moved in a flash towards the principal, leaned over and whispered in his ear. His eyes widened in shock. She returned to her original position, waiting for his response.
"So?" She teased.
He chuckled to himself. "Are you crazy?"
"Might be." she replied half-heartedly.
"I don't know. It seems like more trouble than it's worth this time."
"Come on." She urged, parting her legs to shoulder width, feet flat on the floor, she threw her arms to land on her thighs and allowed her hands to fall to the inside of them. The principle tutted to himself.
"Won't you take my gamble, Samael?" She grinned an evil smile as she linked her fingers together. He sighed in defeat.
"Mephisto." He mumbled.
"Eh?"
"You'll address me as Mephisto Pheles from now on. I don't want to hear that name, not if you're a student of my academy." The girl grinned.
"You wont be telling my elder either, will you." This was more a a threat towards Mephisto than a question, and he picked up on this.
"Shoo, shoo. I never go back on my word."
"So it's a deal then?"
Mephisto nodded his head, raised his umbrella and twirled it around as he cried "Einz, zwei, drei!" there was a small puff of smoke. "The contract is made." he took off his hat and placed it against his chest as he bowed to the while demon.
"Good, now then.." The girl looked around the room "Where can I find Ao-chan?"
Kyaa. So this is more of and introduction-hoped you like it.
Next chapter she'll meet the whole gang! Hopefully~
Quick note- Ao-chan is a nickname, Ao meaning blue.. I think. Can you guess who it is? ;D
So I hoped you guys liked it, let me know what you think!
Much Love~
