Might be a bit of a difficult start, but stick with it. Chronology will be all over the place, as I felt Eric's childhood was a little slow and jumpy to start new readers. If people want to read it in chronological order, let me know, and I'll do another version for them. Eric Purson is a pure-blood Devil, but children of the Purson Pillar are bound into human bodies and cast into the human world with nothing but a name to build their peerages and skills. I'm sticking to cannon as much as possible, and I try to write OCs to not be too powerful to help with this. I hope you enjoy:

Lost Dragon

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"Speech"

"In head speech"

Today's Life

Eric Hemmelige woke up. Not Hemmelige, Purson. It was odd to go by a name for so long, only to find out you'd been going by another for even longer. Eric Purson was a Demon Lord, serving Sirzechs Lucifer. Luckily, Eric had people to handle all that, so he spent his days doing whatever he Godda… he cringed in pain, having a religious upbringing then turning out to be a devil was a pain both literally and figuratively.

He brushed his sandy brown hair out of his face, the green scales on his left-hand scratching at his face. These scales covered most of his left chest, the entirety of his left arm, and the leftmost quarter of his face. He needed to suppress the dragon again today. He delved into his sacred gear.

"Midgardsommir"

"What."

Said an enormous green western dragon, who stared down at him with its enormous yellow eyes. The dragon was heavily wounded, as always, though none of the dragon's emerald lifeblood emerged from said wounds. Eric addressed it casually with a tone of disappointment, as one does when addressing a sibling, or long term flatmate.

"You are awake for once, I see"

"Not for long, speak."

"Why has my arm transformed back"

"You think you can supress a dragon for long?"

"You're sealed in a sacred gear"

"Ah, but the scaled areas are part of you, my host."

"They're partly yours too right? Supress them"

"Supress them yourself, of have your witch do it"

"Thanks for nothing, damned half-of-a-dragon."

"You're welcome."

Eric opened his eyes, and looked down to his left. His wife was nowhere to be seen, probably already up. His girlfriend was nestled into his right side however. Her platinum blonde hair splayed across her almost naked body. She spoke with a deep Russian accent

"Are you up Eric?"

"I am, did you sleep well?"

"Always, with you" she grinned "Your arm has reverted again?"

"It appears so."

"We'll have to visit Zantina, the witch has better magic than mine"

"Are you going to come with me?"

"I think I had enough last night, lover."

"Oh have you?" Eric grinned back, and pinned her under his bulk. No mean achievement, she was well muscled, and tall. He was the only being in creation that she would allow to pin her. Sadly, before they could escalate, Eric's wife walked in.

"Breakfast is ready, when you are ready dear. Liza, there is some for you too."

"Thanks Anna, we'll be right out, my lovely, beautiful domestic goddess."

"Oh, it was nothing, you know I like to make your breakfast" she smiled. Anna had known Eric since he was a child. Her parents had raised him as her brother, only for them to develop serious non-familial feelings. She was mild mannered, loved to cook, and had delightful deep brown wavy hair and glowing green eyes. This went very well with her maid's dress, apron and bonnet.

Eric pecked Liza on the neck, before climbing off her and throwing a dressing gown over himself. One can wear whatever one likes if they are in their own house, in Eric's opinion. The girls certainly took… liberties in their dress around the house. Anna looked almost disappointed after he hid his well-muscled torso beneath the gown. She put her hands on the hips of her maid outfit, then moved in to straighten his gown a little, and by pure co-incidence his gown showed a lot more of his chest than before. Some of the green scales emerging slightly on his left.

"Better" she smiled up at him. In response, he gathered her up and threw her over his shoulder, before grabbing Liza too and doing the same.

"Come Anna, Liza, To Breakfast!"

"Breakfast?"

"Did someone say breakfast?"

Two doors opposite one another slammed open, on one side, stood a short brunette, with dog ears and a long tail; and on the other, a redhead with flecks of white, with fox ears and a short tail. They also wore maid outfits. They jumped on Eric with a cheer of 'Breakfast!', one clinging to his leg, one to his chest. He carried on walking as if he wasn't carrying 4 women

"What is it? Maid day?" Eric asked, noticing the theme

"Well it is a Monday" said the dog-girl, from his leg

"Monday is Maid Day" said the fox-girl, from his chest

"So you proclaimed last week"

"When you saw Anna in her outfit"

"So you bought us all them" They finished together

"It does sound like something I'd do…" Eric pondered

"You were very flattering" Anna said, from over his shoulder

"Shit, then I'd better get mine, let me down Eric!" Liza shouted, starting to struggle

"I think you look great in what you've got on" Eric chuckled. She wore a white silk bra and panty set, which covered very little, and the bra was starting to fall off

"I suppose I can wait" she replied

Eric sat down at the head of the table after letting the girls down. Sitting either side of him were Liza and Anna, both digging into eggs on toast. Next to them were Cani and Fyxa, the dog and wolf respectively, gnawing down on bacon and sausage. Further down the table, were 4 empty chairs.

"Do we have any news of the hunting party?" Eric asked, throwing a whole bratwurst unto the extended jaws of his familiar. She hissed in glee.

"Does a business deal warrant calling it a hunting party?" asked Liza

"Well, no, but it sounds cooler. After we finish breakfast, you can get dressed and we'll go see Zantina, and get my damn arm fixed."

"Just the two of us?"

"I'm not sure I have the heart to make Anna, Cani and Fyxa change out of those outfits" Eric replied. Liza finished her eggs and returned in a sleek black business suit, but with military issue boots and a black woollen hat. The hat had Eric's crest on it- A green dragon with the orange Purson family crest on it's chest. Eric continued to wear his dressing gown but changed his shorts. One can wear whatever one likes if they are visiting their PA/witch/pawn, in Eric's opinion. With a grinding of rock, Eric created a teleportation spell for the two of them.

"I appreciate the company sir, but could you teleport to OUTSIDE my front door next time? And ring the bell? And call ahead?" Zantina asked, her Brazillian features marred by mild frustration.

"I suppose I could." Eric pondered. "But I'd much rather try and catch you in the nude or something." He grinned. Zantina sighed, crossed her arms across her blouse which was cut very deep indeed. The sum of these two factors made her reasonable bust bulge gleefully. Zantina noticed this but did not try to change her stance. Instead, she sauntered up to him, and thrust her hands into his dressing gown, running her hands down his chest. She asked him breathily,

"You know, Eric, that you only have to ask" she looked up at him, her brown eyes made all the more bolder by strong, dark eye makeup. "Perhaps I should go fetch my maid outfit, since it is Monday"

"Always the organised one" Liza chuckled, trying to change the subject but her posture betrayed her true thoughts. Zantina let Eric go and again sauntered over to Liza.

"My, my. My Boss' mistress has stolen him from his wife to meet his other mistress. What a dirty man I work for. Perhaps he'd enjoy a show…"

"Don't make promises you can't keep Miss Zantina" Eric whispered into Zantina's ear, coming up behind her and sandwiching her between the two bigger devils. A communication circle came up next to Zantina suddenly:

"Zantina, please let Lord Purson know that his hunting party was a success, the contract is signed, and we are on our way back, ETA Half an Hour. See you at the offices."

"Well, you heard her" Zantina sighed "I guess we better get to the office."

"Well, there's a lot we can do in Half an hour Zantina" Eric chuckled.

Eric didn't know why he was shocked when the two girls began kissing.

But then he realised he didn't care, and threw his dressing gown into the corner, where it lay forgotten for thirty-five minutes.

Technically Employed

Eric supposed he should have worn a suit to meet an important new business partner, especially one who was going to make him a lot of human money, but, in Eric's opinion, one can wear whatever one likes if they are in their own company headquarters. So Eric strutted into his building, winked at his attractive employees, winked at his unattractive employees, and wandered up to a small group, considering whether to also wink at them too.

"Aha, and you must be Mr Purson" a middle-aged businessman said

"Yes, this is Mr E Purson, CEO of the Purson Group." A tall Hispanic man introduced Eric to the businessman "Mr Purson, this is Mr Dosh, of Dosh banking"

"A pleasure Mr Dosh" Eric shook his hand "I look forward to our partnership, why don't you have Mr Corteza show you around a little, before we have a working lunch. Sebastien?"

"Of course sir, come now, Mr Purson." Sebastien led the man away.

"Did it all go okay Charlotte?" Eric addressed lady in a deep blue dress, which Eric knew matched her eyes perfectly, were they not hidden behind sunglasses. A suit jacket and stockings completed the formal look, Charlotte's hair was twisted up into a bun on her head, though a few locks escaped.

"It was fine Eric, he seemed pretty taken with the deal anyway, the hunting party was unnessecary really. Bjorn was definitely overkill, Sebastien really spent most of his time flirting with the man's PA."

"Your read on the party from Dosh Banking, Bjorn?" Eric addressed the big Norweigan, his blonde beard trimmed to perfection, his business suit bulging attempting to constrain his muscles. He carried a massive axe on his belt despite the suit, and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"No supernaturals in de party, but I had a chat with vone of their security guys, and he described what I think might be a stray near their office."

"We'll have to sort that, give everyone a bit of practice. We don't have any rating games coming up do we?"

"Eric" Zantina sighed "You don't take part in rating games. You're not registered."

"Huh. Well it'll be good combat experience. Zantina, Charlotte, you can go home. I'm going to go get Mr Dosh absolutely wasted at our working lunch."

Eric sat at a table in a high class bar, his usual, with Bjorn, Mr Dosh and his colleagues. Sebastien had taken off 5 minutes ago with Mr Dosh's PA. They were all several rounds in, and Mr Dosh was the only one still conscious.

"Tell you what Doshy, why don't I take care of that Devil problem you have at your office?" Eric slurred

"Devil? Oh, I can't have that near my office. It would be ever so nice if you could get rid of it for me."

"Alrighty-ho then-o, back in a mo-o Dosh-o" Eric replied, before stumbling out of the door and teleporting away.

Eric reappeared surrounded by his peerage.

"Good evening chums, it's slaying time"

"What disturbs my rest" an amorphous fleshy mass crawled out of the warehouse, it was covered in eyes, noses and mouths. The mouths spoke as one, and were full of sharp teeth.

"It's me, Eric Humdinger…"

"Hemmelige, or Purson" Zantina sighed, before transforming into robes and summoning her staff.

"I'll look after Cani and Fyxa" stated Anna, putting her arms around the two and shepherding them to the side. The two looked worried, but stayed where they were.

"You're lucky I was just about finished with Doshes PA" Sebastien stated, he summoned a halberd, a belt with a sword on, and a conquistador helmet. Bjorn drew his axe, and his beard suddenly grew a foot, respondent with plaits and rings.

"Numbers matter not, I shall destroy you, and your slaves Eric Humdinger" The creature spat

"Eric Hemmelige, you dick!" Eric shouted, before walking forward and ramming his fist into the lumpy, fleshy equivalent of it's big toe. Before it could react, Sebastien was thrusting his halberd into several of it's eyes. Bjorn chopped into one of it's pseudopods. In a rage now, the creature attempted to smash the devils with another pseudopod, but Liza blocked it with her enormous shield. This was her sacred gear, one of the few in the peerage, Athena's Bastion. The shield reflected the attack back into the stray and it rolled over.

"It won't die!" shouted Sebastien. Charlotte attempted to banish it using light magic, her beloved crossbow still strapped to the back of her exorcist outfit, useless in this close quarters fight. The monster's fleshy body kept absorbing the hits from her light magic and Zantina's arcane casting.

"Suddenly, a roving pseudopod caught Charlotte and Sebastien and catapulted them across the room, the Knight and Pawn both hit the wall with a sickening crunch.

In a sudden rage, Eric called on the earth and soil ripped up through the concrete floor and forming a giant spike that pierced right through the beast, before spreading outwards and spraying chunks across the room. He fell to his knees, exhausted. He saw Bjorn and Zantina rushing toward him.

"They're alright Master, Cani caught Charlotte, and Anna is tending to Sebastien now"

"Good, let's get home…"

"And somebody adjust Mr Dosh's memory, he doesn't look too well."

Japamerican Beauty

"How are you feeling?" Eric asked, as he stood over Charlotte's bed. The blonde Frenchwoman stared up into his mismatched eyes with her ice blue ones.

"I'm feeling alright"

"Good, maybe try promoting to rook next time"

"I'll try"

"I'm injured too, you know" Sebastien uttered

"Ah, but you're not Eric's blonde childhood sweetheart, Sebastien" Anna chided, smiling

"Is that what a man needs to be to get some attention from our king?"

"Not being a man probably helps a lot there"

"I suppose it would" Sebastien replied, sighing comically. Eric laughed and patted Sebastien on the shoulder, then started to run his hand down Sebastien's chest

"I didn't know you swung that way amigo" he joked

"AYAYAYAY GEROFF, I take it back, I take it back! Leave me to the female lower rungs of our competitors!"

"I don't know Seb" Charlotte cut in, "I think even some of them paid me more attention than you, that girl from Carpeter's United Nations Timber probably took you because I said I was accounted for"

"But…. But…. No!" Sebastien spluttered while Eric and Anna laughed.

"On another note, I suppose we're not going to Japan then?" Charlotte asked

"I don't think you'll heal in time"

"I'm sorry my magic is only slow working" Anna sniffed. Eric drew her into his arms

"You do a wonderful job dear, without you, they'd have to heal naturally"

"And that would suck" Sebastien added helpfully

"I'm only taking Liza and Fyxa. We're meeting Katie and Takeru out there. That's a rook, a knight and two pawns for a retinue…wait… LIZA! FYXA! BJORN! CANI! ZANTINA!" Eric shouted suddenly, the named members of the peerage sprinted into the room

"I thought you were only taking…" Charlotte began, as Eric prepared a transportation circle

"Takeru is calling me for aid. His family has been attacked."

The group appeared at the Sorato Family Compound amid chaos. Many of the buildings were on fire, smoke was everywhere, servants fought fallen angels and humans, and bodies were strewn about the rubble. The peerage sprung into action, Cani transformed into a great dog, and jumped on a low tier fallen, ripping out it's throat with her fangs. Bjorn drew his axe and bellowed a war cry, charging into the midst. Zantina cast spells where she could, pulling wounded servants out of the fight, casting arcane bolts at open targets while Fyxi transformed into her fox form and went for legs, biting and tripping opponents. Liza stood with with Eric, defending him from arrows and gunfire, as he transformed into his armour.

"Midgardsommir, grant me your power, TENACIOUS GEAR!" Eric's hidden scales suddenly reappeared, moments before he was covered in green plate armour.

"TERRAN GEAR" the great grey jewel, set in one of his huge shoulder plates shouted. Eric charged into the fray, grabbing enemies and throwing them screaming into walls. He turned aside enemy attacks, ignoring them as if they were a mild breeze. He carved a path through the enemy.

"FALL BACK!" called a fallen angel with three pairs of wings. "WE HAVE DONE WHAT WE CAME FOR"

"ZANTINA, PROMOTE TO BISHOP" Eric called. Moments later, a huge bolt of arcane lightning knocked the fallen out of the sky. Eric picked him up by the neck, his clothes in tatters.

"The devil sympathizers are dead. Your devil is slain." The fallen said "May God exorcize your soul from it's filthy existance." Eric screamed in rage and thrust his fist clear through the fallen's head. He could indeed not feel the pawn, and sprinted toward the living areas.

"TAKERU!"

The living areas were also a wreck, slain servants and attackers were even thicker on the ground here. Lying back to back were Takeru's parents, like they had been impaled upon the same light spear. Takeru was lying nearby, coughing up blood, his Katana lying beside him, arm ripped from it's socket.

"We found Yori my lord, she's alright at least"

"My sister lives?" He panted "I saw the fallen take my my parents. It would have been quick…"

"I'll take care of her, Takeru"

"I know you will… she is a capable… and kind girl… no… woman. I wish… I could watch over her…"

"Don't leave me Takeru" Yori came over, covered in blood, as her brother bled from his mortal wounds. "Don't leave me all alone"

"This body is rent… and torn… Eric will look after you"

"I swear it, Takeru, Yori"

"Now please, don't… let it last… any longer…"

"Yes" she sniffed, before taking the sword, now glowing with her light magic.

And thrust it into her brother's heart.

"I'm sorry Yori." Eric uttered, as the small Japanese girl sobbed into him.

"I could not protect him, or his family, Lord" a black-clad figure bowed down to her knees "I am so sorry Yori, I failed" she took out her daggers "Command it"

"No…" Yori managed to get out "There was nothing you could have done" she rubbed her eyes "They bypassed the alert wards, there was no way of you or your peerage getting here in time" she had not let go of Takeru's katana since granting him mercy with it "Did you mean what you said, Lord Purson?"

"Of course Yori, there's always a place for you with us. You can finish your nursing course…"

"I…already finished it… a few months ago… top marks, same for my magical healing studies"

"Fantastic, Congratulations Yori" Eric smiled at her, she tried to smile back.

"My Lord…" cut in Fyxa, now back in human form "His body faded" and she handed him an orange and brown mottled pawn

"Would you like it Yori?" Eric handed her the pawn, she nodded and took it "I could never replace him. He would want you to have it"

"It feels like him" she smiled a little more, hugging it into her chest. Suddenly, there was a flash of light, and it disappeared. "Oh."

"I guess that's what he really wanted"

The peerage returned home. Deciding work would take her mind of her recent losses, she quickly busied herself setting up shop in the hospital room and discussing healing with Anna. She took to wearing her nurse's scrubs about, and settled into her life as a devil quickly. Takeru's katana stayed strapped to her back, as her short stature caused the great weapon to drag along the ground when worn on the hip, much to her embarrassment.

"Aren't devils supposed to be stronger than humans? Why haven't I grown?"

"Humans don't appear to change physically when turned, aside from the wings. You get those, better senses and a devil's aura, as well as the powers of the piece" Sebastien explained "Have Anna explain the rest to you."

The two healers were bound at the hip for the next few weeks. Eric would have lamented this loss of his wife; but was too happy that Yori was recovering well. Eric missed Takeru a great deal. Not just the Gremory's loved their peerages like family. Of course he loved Liza, Zantina, Charlotte, and of course Anna, in a different way from Bjorn and Sebastien or even Fyxa and Cani.

"She likes you, you know, she always has" said Anna to Eric one night, Charlotte passed out on his other side "since she was little"

"She still is little, It seemed like yesterday when I met Takeru's little sister who said she wanted to help people who are hurt or sad"

"She's grown up, Eric"

"If you say so Anna"

"I do say so"

"Oh do you?"

Anna jumped on him and seized his lips in hers before the argument could continue.

-BREAK-

Eric Hemmelige fell to the ground. The world span for a moment, but gradually his vision became clear. From the hilltop he found himself on, he could see rolling hills, leading up to mountains in the distance. The land was lush, he could see several rivers and streams, the weather was pleasant, clear, sunny.

Eric was a young looking boy of 10. He had sandy-brown hair, he wore a shirt and breeches. The shirt had the oddest symbol on it, a kind of wiggly outline, with a Maltese cross in it, with a five-pronged fork. Eric saw on the floor a small bag, inside it, was a chess piece. It was an irregular mix of patches of orange and brown. Eric put the chess piece back in the bag around his and realised something.

He had no idea where he was.

Or how he got here.

Or what had happened for the first 10 years of his life.

There was the creaking of a carriage behind him

"Hello there! How far to the next village? Do you know?" a man shouted over at him, from the first of a trio of wagons "Don't know sonny?" Eric didn't reply, he was too confused by his happenstance. "Are you lost son?"

"I… Think I am"

"Where are you from?"

"I don't know"

The man frowned for a moment, then plastered his smile back on, "How abouts you hop in with us then? This here is my wife, Laura, and my Daughter in the back, Anna. And I am David Farkas. Do you have a name?"

"Eric Hemmelige" Eric said without thinking

"Hemmelige? Are you German?" asked Laura

"I don't know, Mrs Farkas"

"How very odd"

"Come along lad, we have to get going, that is if you want to come with us of course."

"I'd like to, thank you Mr Farkas"

"Boris, please"

"And you can call me Laura"

Eric climbed into the back of the wagon, it was packed with chests, cases and barrels. In one open case, sat a small girl. The girl looked younger than him, had long, flowing brown hair like her mother and father, and deep green eyes. A small nose and a scattering of freckles adorned her face.

"Hello"

-BREAK-

Eric woke up, Anna was snuggled into his side.
"I love you Anna." He said aloud
She made a noise of contentment, and snuggled somehow deeper into his side. A magic circle appeared next to him. This circle belonged to his boss, Sirzechs Lucifer.
"Lord Lucifer? What troubles you that you contact me directly?" said Eric. Sirzechs would never call Eric directly unless it was serious. He had Zantina as his PA mostly to filter out Sirzechs'… more eccentric requests.
"I have a job for you"
"Oh good-o, local I hope. Did you drink all the milk without telling Grayfia again?"
Eric heard cursing, before he heard Sirzechs compose himself "We have a band of fallen we need you to track, they're heading for Kuoh, which is… devil territory. They can't be allowed to settle down there, they're a public menace!"
"Right, how long for?"
"I'm not sure, I'd plan for a long stay, I'd advise staying undercover under aliases."
"Right?"
"It's more important you're on hand… if anything happens… so hunting them actively isn't a huge priority."
Eric was getting more confused by the minute, time to bring this to a close, so Sirzechs' own special brand of insanity didn't infect him too.
"I think you better go get that milk Sirzechs"
"An excellent idea, Grayfia would chide me soreley me again for running our..."
Eric hung up on possible the most powerful demon in hell.

"Anna, did you ever feel sad about not going to school?"