A/N:So uh I really wanted to make an au like this, and here it is. I hope you all enjoy! Just just tags really quick. (Warlock Levi, Demon Eren.)

As a quick note as well, Levi is going to be kid-ish age in the first couple of chapters. Just throwing that out there before you start reading. Otherwise enjoy!~


Tonight was the night and Levi was a shaking mess. It was only the third clan meeting he has ever went to in his three years of being an initiated warlock and it never got easier. It was full of intimidating old men and women, some of who shot looks of disgust at little Levi ever since he was born, which is saying something because he is only ten and he's only met them three times.

His mother told him this morning that it was the meeting where he would summon his first familiar, one that he would grow up sharing an unbreakable bond with but he couldn't help but feel disgruntled and angry about it. He didn't want some pesky demon following him around for the rest of his life. What if he had to go to the bathroom, were they going to follow him in there too? He asked his mother and she said if they want to then they can. "It's only because they love you sweetie!" This only served to make him look off into the distance and pray to whatever gods that were out there to save his poor soul and he certainly wasn't going to worship a devil like other clan members do.

He flopped down on his bed and kicked his legs up and down out of irritated anticipation.

His father told him he shouldn't be acting the way he is about this because it's an important night for him but he just can't help it. He's fine with being by himself all the time, so why is he being made to force a demon to become his minion, a mindless slave? It just doesn't make sense to him. He grunts into his maroon bedsheets.

Shackling a demon and making it his, it doesn't sit well in his mind and everytime he thinks of doing such an act a heavy pressure settles in his chest, a feeling akin to guilt. This isn't the way a warlock is supposed to think; he knows this because he's been told almost thousands of times by his schoolmates that consist of mages and wizards.

He wishes he could have been born a mage because then he could have one of their cool staffs that they channel their energy into. He's always stuck with his stupid Grimoire all the time because he can't even remember a decent spell, let alone actually do one correctly. And supposedly, your demon is supposed to amplify your powers. Again, why does he have to rely on such a thing?

Wizards have it nice too, he sighs. They can perform magic through their very fingertips without calling on some dark force like he has to. He's tired of being associated with darkness all the time - he just wants to be seen differently from almost all other members of his warlock clan.

They're all sadistic freaks and he doesn't care that he's one of them too because he knows that somehow he must be different.

The raw energy his clan draws up from the depths of Hell is a volatile force to reckon with. Warlocks are the only beings except demons of course that are able to channel and wield it properly without damaging their souls. He's always wondered what would happen if a curious mage tried to mess around with the dark arts like he dealt with on a daily basis, would he witness their spirit tear up into pieces? Or would some godly hand come down with a blast of righteousness and snatch it up to protect it? Would he see the devil himself raise from the Underworld and take it as his own? He doesn't know and he feels like everytime he thinks such a thing it makes him just like the rest of his clan - a twisted creature of this world that shouldn't exist. He's just curious right? That's what he likes to tell himself.

Interrupting his vague thoughts was a knock at his bedroom door.

"Levi dear, are you ready?" His mother said with a muffled voice from the density of the wood of the door. He grunted.

He was no where near being ready, he didn't even have his meeting garb on - that's how unready he was.

"No. I'll never be ready. Don't make me go…" He said in reply. His mother only laughed.

"Now now don't be like that. I'm coming in." Following through with her statement, he heard the knob of his door turning and the creaks of the hinges as it swung open.

He turned on his back and sat up, his legs still dangling off the edge. His mother held his small little black robe and set it beside him on the bed. He only narrowed his eyes at the fabric.

"Isn't there someway I don't have to do this?" Levi muttered.

"Levi, please understand. It is vital for a warlock to have their familiar, their minion. Without one, your powers will always be lacking in what they could have and would have been. You must do this." His mother stated with a furrowed brow and pinched lip.

So he really has to, he thought dimly. What she just meant that he had to do it, even if it's just to use the poor demon. He shakes his head a bit at the thought and lets out a small breath of air.

"But why do I have to do it? I'm fine by myself. I don't need the power." Levi said with light boldness. His mother just sighed exasperatedly and looked at him.

"But you do need it, Levi. You are young, you do not know the harshness of warlocks lives without their demon. Your minion protects you from rogue demons, helps you in your spells, and will stay with you until the very end despite its own wishes. What more do I need to tell you?"

Rogue demon attacks, from what he hears circling about at school among warlocks, don't happen that often. Levi doubts he would ever encounter one, especially at his age. He hates how his mother takes on that tone when it comes to telling him what "mother knows best." He knows that she has his best interests in her heart but why can't she just understand that this is something he doesn't want to do? It seems like no one understands him anymore and the thought places a sweltering weight in his chest.

"... You're right. There isn't anything more you need to tell me. I get it now." He doesn't get it at all. It's not clicking in his head right. The nice mages, wizards, all classes of magical beings at school would automatically judge him anew once he walks in with a damned minion at his heel, listening to his every beck and call. They would assume "he's just like the rest of those hellish dark fiends, always needy and taking things by force."

He hates it.

His mother let out a sigh of relief and smiled. "Good. Thats great, I know you would come around. Hurry up and get ready now, we have to leave in an hour." She rubbed his shoulder and walked out of the room, shutting the door in her wake.

He looked over to his robe and idly stared at it. It certainly suited a warlock, that's for sure. It was black and hung low, with dark red embellishments embroidered around the collar. It gave off a dark vibe every time he looked at it and he loathed having to stare at over a hundred more tonight for hours on end.

Reaching out his hand slowly, he gently touched the rough fabric. It's always felt extremely heavy, even for the small length of his own custom made robe like all of the other members.

He hops off the bed and turns to the clan clothing. He opens the top end and lifts it up like a tent, crawling inside so he could put it on. Once his head popped through, he lifted himself off of the bed and slipped his small arms through the sleeves. Yup, definitely uncomfortable. He scratched his upper arm from the outside of the robe so he could relieve the discomforting itch the fabric was causing from rubbing against his skin. He automatically regrets wearing a short sleeved shirt but he already has the robe on and it's just as difficult for him to get it off if not more than to get it on.

He'll never get used to the feeling of almost tripping every five minutes from the length of the robe. Whoever made this customly better get fired because the damn thing is way too long for his rather short body.

Picking up the ends, he navigated his way through his house to where his parents were more than likely waiting, which was the portal room. And that is where he found them.

"Levi, there you are. My, don't you look sophisticated in those? My boy is growing up." His father said with a compact smile on his face while he looked over Levi's swallowed body in the robe.

How does he look sophisticated? If anything, he looks like a floating head on top of a carnival tent with the size of the thing and how wide it was. He took a handful of the cloth and gripped it tightly, looking down at his feet.

"Seems like you need to get your eyes checked, father." Levi retorted mockingly. His father just laughed heartily at his comment, not officially replying and turned his back to him to fiddle with the portal some more before their departure. After a few more minutes of him messing with the dials to make sure they were all correct, they were ready to go.

"Alrighty Levi, time to go. Grab my hand, you might get lost on the way." His mother said, grasping his hand tightly.

Watching the portal start and witnessing the gates start to form was always amazing. It's as if the circular device gathered nonexistent mist around and turned it into some sort of hypnotic blue water passage. He was always mesmerized by the way the misty waves would roll and rotate all around as it took it's place in the center of the gate. The way those torrents would close around him and transport his entire bodily essence when he passed through is a different story altogether - it's a feeling indescribable. It doesn't make him dizzy, but it makes him light in the head, almost as if he was floating on thin air. He would feel cold surges rip through his hands and his mothers, as if touching a fleeting spirit. It was exhilarating to say the least.


Stepping out of the portal, Levi's excitement was short lived once he remembered what he was here to do tonight.

He let go of his mother's hand, shivering once a breeze blew by his face, disheveling his raven locks. He stuck his hands and arms up his sleeves to protect his skin from the brisk cold this place constantly had. It must be some warlock spell, he figures - the cold only centers around the mausoleum where his clan holds their meetings.

He hates how enclosed the stone walls are while descending the crypt - they make him feel like his tiny body is suffocating and he feels the need to hightail it out of there but knowing looks from his parents tell him to think otherwise. He swallows what little saliva he has left in his mouth.

Walking through the horde of other clan members, he gets caught on several robes and his face gets smacked a couple times by thick cloaks. Everyone is taller than him and he absolutely loathes it. It makes him feel vulnerable; someone susceptible to their teachings and heeding to every word they utter.

His parents weren't watching him anymore while they held a conversation with another affiliate of the clan so he looked around for a place to stay and preoccupy his next looming hours. Finding a clear spot in the corner of the meeting vault, he takes a seat and ignores the cobwebs beside him.

Squeezing his short legs to his chest, he wrapped his arms around them and bowed his head and rested it against his knees. He starts to feel the shakiness from earlier and it's harder to stay to calm. He stayed like this for a couple of moments until he felt a presence come up to his side.

"Hey kid, you alright?" Levi heard a voice from beside him so he glanced up to see a green face.

He pulled away faster as he thought was possible and ended up slamming his head on the other side of the wall of the corner.

"There's no way you're alright now." The green-faced thing snickered.

Levi turned back over to see a sharp, toothy grin being directed at him. Is a familiar trying to talk to him?

"I'm fine." Levi responded and rubbed the side of his head. He figured he banged it pretty hard since when he touched it, it stung and he had to hold back a wince.

"Whatever you say."

Levi looked back over to observe his new company. His whole body was, well, green. Nothing too shocking there. He was dressed in some intricate black toga - how weird. This is the first time he's seen a demon dress like this. The familiar had platinum hair that highly contrasted against his green skin and his eyes resembled a goats and he's not gonna lie, when the demon looked at him he felt his heart drop in fear from the sight.

But what threw him off the most was the leather collar bound tightly against the demon's throat like a coil; it looked painfully tight, as if it was choking the questioning familiar. His own hand came up and gingerly touched the skin on his neck. He couldn't fathom how it would feel to have a collar bound tightly around his neck like that. He was struck with fiery pity and need to know why he had it on.

"Isn't that painful?" Levi asked while pointing to his neck.

The green familiar looked back over to him inquiringly, fully observing him with his goat-like eyes.

"... If I say yes then my master won't be too happy." The familiar said with a downcast expression. Levi looked over with widened eyes but it was also then that he noticed the demon was wearing shackles. Shackles almost as tight as the collar, if not tighter.

His warlock is forcing him to wear that stupid collar and those shackles? He feels a boiling anger towards this demon's master and he's not sure why.

Levi thought he was never one to sympathize easily with others, he went with the idea that he just knew the limits to each thing he heard. But this demon is just amplifying his earlier thoughts of the day - he knows he shouldn't feel rage for his own people but he's… disgusted. Why is it so easy for someone as young as he to see the foul, maltreatment of this poor demon that asked if he was alright when he didn't even know him when there are adults all around that don't even bat an eye at the demons condition. There's something churning in his stomach but he doesn't know any of the correct words to place what it could be.

Levi looked back over to the familiar.

"Why do you… accept that kind of treatment?"

The familiar looked off to the side while he contemplated the answer. "I'm nothing without my master."

"Do you really think that?" Levi asked.

"I'm not really sure what I think anymore."

He really can't do this. He will not accept a demon being forced into submission by his hand; he won't end up like all these other corrupted, sadistical beings around him. Standing up suddenly, his mind was rolling. Why does he think like he does? He asks himself daily why he isn't like other warlocks around him. He always thinks that one day he is going to wake up and suddenly his thought process will have changed and he fears that day he will not know himself anymore. It makes him scared because a boy of just ten years old shouldn't be thinking these thoughts, none of the other classmates he talks to thinks this way. The mages, the wizards - they are all happy, their parents listen to them, and once they complete a spell they are congratulated no matter how well or bad they did.

His parents on the other hand, they always push and tell him to do better and tell him it's never good enough. Always strive to be the strongest, and you will triumph they always say. But of course they love him, even he knows that. They just have something clouding their thoughts. If he thinks hard enough for the word, he thinks it's pride.

"I'm sorry." Levi mumbled before he ambled towards the exit of the vault, breaking out into a run to get there faster.

He didn't even look back as he ran all the way out of the catacombs, leaving the mausoleum and ignoring the chilling night air. Not once did he see his parents turn to see where he was going if they even cared where he was in there. Wasn't that supposed to be a special night for him? He doesn't want to worry about his parents troublesome relations with other clan members - right now he just wants to get out of the vicinity of other warlocks and shackled minions. He needs to clear his thoughts that are getting jumbled and hazy.


Levi ran until his little legs started to go numb and couldn't catch his breath anymore. At least he was out of the cold air and that was all that mattered to him while he looked around to take in his surroundings of where he now stood.

He placed his hand on a large, tall tree that was beside him. He was in some sort of field but he had no idea where. If he looks far enough, he thinks he sees fields of flowers - tulips maybe. Thinking that he needs to rest his legs for just a little while, he sits down slowly in the grass by the tree.

How is he going to explain this to his parents? Will they even be able to find him? Knowing them, they'll be able to figure it out. They always do. But his little ten year old mind fears for being lost forever but he shakes those negative notions out - he'll find his way back somehow when push comes to shove. He hopes.

"Hi there, little warlock." Rang a voice from above him.

He shot up to his feet from his sitting position but the nerves in his legs wore out so he wobbled clumsily back down to the grass. His heart started to stammer and pound in his chest. Where is that voice coming from? Before he has any time to finish any sort of thought he had left, he heard a light laugh and the creature fell from the tree with utmost grace, landing softly right next to his spot on the grass.

All Levi could do was look up dumbfoundedly. The creature that fell had bat-like wings, transparent and outlined with brown sharp points that faded to black. The wingspan of them was huge, or what he gathered in the little time he had to view them because as soon as it landed, it folded back in such a natural, elegant state.

No, this thing was certainly a demon.

The demon's bright eyes shined turquoise in the night and Levi felt fear pumping through his veins.

Levi observed the demon before him, taking in his parents advice to try to find a weakness to an oncoming threat. The demon was a man it seems, and he had dark chestnut hair with dark horns protruding from his scalp, curling up slightly at the ends. His outfit was definitely something different. He had on a black vest that buttoned on the far right side and his dark pants were baggy until it reached the demon's knees, then it seemed to wrap around tightly with the rest of his legs. What Levi took most notice of though was no marking of any master upon the demon's skin. This was a rogue demon. He swallowed hard.

Before he had any thoughts of what to do, the demon sat next to him, leaning back on his hands.

"So what brings you here to this field, little warlock?" The demon asked, not sparing Levi a look.

"How do you know I'm a warlock?" Levi asked, glancing over at the lounging demon. The demon held no look of threat on his face, somehow calming Levi's nerves just a bit and he felt the pounding in his chest lessen.

"It's not hard to figure it out. Your robe is kinda screaming it."

Oh right, he still had his robe on. He started to fiddle with the hem of his sleeve and felt springs of nervousness.

"... My family. I just wanted to get away." Levi isn't sure why he said such a personal thing. This is an older demon no doubt, much older than him. Maybe it was because this was the second demon today to approach him and really ask things about him that made his heart yearn for the attention he wanted as he was still a child.

"That makes both of us then."

"Is that so…" Levi muttered.

"You know, you're very quiet for a kid warlock. Usually they're always screaming 'I'll kill you!' by now." The demon looked over with a smirk on his face. Levi just looked down.

"My parents said maturity is a good feature to have..."

"Well loosen up. Live a little." The demon retorted and flicked Levi in the face with his tail, making Levi flinch in surprise. Levi turned widened icy orbs to the demon.

"Aren't you supposed to be older than me? What's with the tail flicking?"

"I said loosen up." The demon said bluntly with a tone of friendliness and flicked him in the face with the thin tail with a furry end again. This time the fur tickled his cheeks and he let out a giggle.

Levi thought that rogue demons were supposed to be monsters hiding in each shadow, waiting to prey upon any unfortunate soul that just happened to pass by at the wrong time. His parent's advice is running through his head but he really just wants to be a child for once, this demon makes him want to express his youth and this confuses him. Is it alright to act his age for once?

"Is it alright if I… play with your tail?" Levi asked in a hushed voice and the demon just answered by smacking him in the face with his tail again.

He lowered his hand to the tail and touched the little furs at the end and let out a laugh. It's much softer when he's not being smacked with it. His small hands pet the fur that matches the demons hair color and he can't help but let a content smile form on his face.

"Mister demon… what's your name? If that's alright to ask." Levi asked shyly, still petting the tail.

"I'll give you mine as long as you give me yours." The demon replied. Levi squeezed the tail just a tiny bit with this small hands. His mother told him to never let a rogue demon know your name because it holds some kind of power over you but what his parent's say doesn't matter to him at the moment, he just wants to follow his own whims. A child's whims.

"Levi. My name is Levi."

"Then mine is Eren."