(Author's Notes)

Welcome to chapter two! Two of the five boys are introduced in this chapter; Kaito and Len! They're pretty evil now, but don't worry they'll get better later on haha! And, you may have noticed Mayu isn't really yandere so far, but I've planned it to be a gradual thing in this story.

Also a quick warning, this chapter has some self harm in it, so don't read this if that bothers you. ^^

Kaito sat, long legs crossed and a finger tapping impatiently on the chair's armrest, as he stared at the large, double doors before him. He was surrounded by complete darkness, with shadows bathing the Gothic decor and licking at his boots. Here, for now, he was master and this was his kingdom. However, this did not aid with his current displeasures. By his estimation, he had been waiting in this stuffy parlor for fifteen minutes now, and that was most certainly fifteen minutes too long. Angel or no angel, Kaito Shion waited for no one. Growing rather annoyed, he toyed with a few strands of his dark blue hair as his frown grew deeper. Normally, he would have given up on something so trivial as greeting a guest (as the others had) and left by now, but he had already decided that this "angel" everyone was so worked up about belonged to him. And when Kaito set his mind to something, he wasn't one to let it alone.

Kaito was brought from his thoughts when the doors suddenly flew open on creaky hinges. Light flooded into the room, and he could just make out the silhouette of a small girl standing in the doorway. She stepped inside daintily, and the door was slammed shut and locked behind her with a certain finality. Shadows now once again filling the space between them, Kaito could see her clearly. She appeared to be about five feet tall, with long pale hair that had been pulled into a neat braid, the ends of which varied in color. She was very slender and almost child-like, though he knew her to be in her late teens by human standards. What struck him most, however, was her face. Her eyes were large and seemed to glitter in the darkness, but the position of her thin brows presented no distinct emotion. The bottom of her face had been covered with a long pink ribbon; he had been told that this concealed a gag that was for his own safety. Ha! How droll, he thought. Strangely, though, her overall expression was entirely unreadable, and Kaito couldn't help but smirk at her innocent aura. This was going to be fun.

She looked around blearily, clearly blinded by the darkness. Still, she seemed like a china doll, in that neither did she look panicked, nor particularly interested in her predicament. Suddenly, an idea came to him. She clearly couldn't see him, so Kaito reached a hand to the golden letter opener lying quietly on the desk beside him, and with a carelessly accurate flick of his wrist, he sent it catapulting in the angel's direction. The object hit its mark and sunk straight through her chest, pinning her to the wooden door behind her with a sickening squelch. However, she didn't so much as flinch and only stared down dumbly at the protruding letter opener for a few strange moments. A small hand then slowly reached up and pulled the weapon from her chest, letting it slip from her fingers and clatter to the floor rather unceremoniously. There was now a small rip in her white dress, but not so much as a drop of blood emerged from her chest. Her dead eyes then closed in on his position, clearly having followed the trajectory of his makeshift weapon. She was incapable of speech, so she simply stared. Kaito chuckled, his deep voice echoing throughout the room as his eyes danced with mirth. With a simple snap of his fingers, the quietly swinging chandelier overhead lit up with fire, the lit wicks danced like ghosts as they penetrated the shadows. The room was then bathed in a flickering orange glow, although small vestiges of shadows remained in pockets around the room. Kaito placed a hand under his chin as he waited for her eyes to scan over him, cataloging every detail of his visage.

"So you really are an angel." He said, watching her with a predatory gleam. To his annoyance, he received nothing more than a few blinks from the girl as she stood in the parlor. Giving an aggravated huff, Kaito got to his feet and strutted up to her, looking more like a cocky prince than a demon. He paused a few steps before her.

"Your room's this way, Mayu." He said haughtily, jabbing a finger in the direction of the upper east wing, accessible by the winding stair case on the other side of the room. Without another word, he took off in that direction, his pace deliberately quickened. Mayu watched him for a moment before deciding she had no choice, and hurried after him. It was very difficult for the small girl to keep up with him, and more than once she tripped and stumbled. She never paused nor attempted to make him slow down, however, and remained stoic the entire time. The whole "not speaking" thing was really grating on Kaito's nerves at that point, though, and thankfully, he knew exactly what to do about that. Yuma had warned him not to do it, but when did that ever stop him? Just the very thought excited him.

They made it up the stairs and through several hallways on the upper level before they came to one of the few windows in the mansion. Mayu paused, staring blatantly. Beyond the window lay nothing but an endless sea of licking, seething flames that burned bright and hot. Placing a hand on the window, she could feel the scorching heat thrumming against her fingers. Kaito slowed his pace but didn't bother stopping.

"Welcome to Hell, sweetheart."

It wasn't long before the pair made it to the stark white door that led to Mayu's room. Kaito opened the door and she walked inside. Mayu found the decadence of the room peculiar — it was huge, with a large canopy bed at one end that had shimmery white hangings. The carpet was plush and thick, while the walls were heavily adorned with beautiful paintings of Mayu's angelic ancestors. She found it strange that such things could be found in hell, and shivered unintentionally. Candles flickered throughout the room, and Mayu found herself feeling slightly relieved that there were no windows in her new home. She noticed with dissatisfaction, however, that there was not a single book to be found in the spacious room. Turning her attention to the paintings, she walked up to the largest one, her expression eerily calm. She raised a finger and traced the lines around the angel's face, remarking at the tall, golden haired figure. The eyes were so blue and bright that Mayu could almost imagine them blinking. She realized then, with a bit of melancholy, that she was quite different than her ancestors. So lost in her reverie was she, that she failed to notice Kaito as he crept up behind her. The demon forcefully pulled her from her reverie by grabbing the bow on the back of her neck and applying pressure, until she was forced a few steps backwards and their bodies collided. He wrapped a hand around her waist and pinned her in place. As soon as his skin touched hers, Mayu could feel a penetrating, acidic sort of burning where their skin brushed together. A sharp pressure built in her temples, her head screaming to get away as she felt his evil stain her. With his spare hand, Kaito plucked at the ribbon tied around her face, his breath tickling the nape of her neck as he muttered some kind of incantation that Mayu didn't recognize. Finally, as he pulled the ribbon free of itself, it dissolved into pieces in his fingers. Coughing and spluttering, Mayu spit out the gag, a million different sensations burning into her all at once. She could feel Kaito smirk into her shoulder.

"From here on out, angel, you are mine to do with as I please. I will taint you until not a speck of your grace is left." He whispered into her ear. Mayu could feel her whole body trembling as she tried to form words, her expression wavering.

"And in the end, you will choose me."

"GET… OUT!" She finally shrieked, her voice high and unsteady. In a painful smattering of negative emotions, a pair of snow white wings emerged out from under her skin. An explosion of white feathers filled the room, and the whole house seemed to shutter at her words. The moment the utterance left her lips, Kaito was catapulted out of the room by an unseen force. He hit the wall with a thud, and before he could get up, Mayu frantically slammed the door shut and turned the lock over.

Mayu sat shivering on the edge of her new bed, the initial heat of Kaito's touch having given way to a numbing chill. Pure white feathers lay scattered around the room, and her new found pair of wings were held close to her body, sheltering her from outside stimuli. She exhaled heavily, allowing her body to fall back onto the plush bed, her arms wrapped around her upper torso. So many things had happened that day, and so quickly, that Mayu could hardly believe that only a few hours ago she was seated safely in her familiar room, book in hand. Her experience with Kaito had caused something very strange and fleeting in her — emotion. For the first time in her life she had truly felt… but what exactly was it that she had felt? She wasn't sure what to call it, but she knew it had been unpleasant. She still remembered that Mother Matilde had told her she was to "marry" a demon… but what did that even mean? Mayu's books had taught her little about marriage. Her whole situation was entirely confusing and Mayu didn't know what to think. What could be the reason for this? Either way, she was determined not to give in to this demon.

It had been several hours since she'd seen Kaito, but still she felt his chill. Mayu's mind began to wander though, and she started to think that it might be a good idea to explore her new prison a bit. She knew the other "Princes" must be roaming around out there, and without knowing how to protect herself against them, she was a little weary. But, then, Mayu did not know fear very well, and thus her decision was made. She got to her feet, and was slightly startled when her wings erupted into a flurry of shimmering light. It dispersed quickly, and Mayu was left back in her original state, save for her meddling chill. She wasn't immediately worried, though, as she had read that her wings would come and go according to her emotions, if she had any. That was the first time they had ever appeared for Mayu, and she had to admit they felt more than a little comforting.

A few moments later, Mayu was cautiously opening the white door and slowly peeking her head out into the hallway. Outside, the dim hall was quiet and still, and Mayu noticed that Kaito had clearly made his leave. And so, she traipsed out into the hall and quietly began her journey. Mayu wandered through the halls for more than an hour, never stopping nor running into anyone, demon or otherwise. Mayu memorized every route that she took, and began creating a mental map of the place as she went. She stayed to the second floor, and discovered a small music room filled with all sorts of strange instruments she had never heard of before. Other than that, she found mostly locked doors and blocked off hallways.

About to give up and head back to her room, Mayu took one more turn down a rather narrow, almost dilapidated hallway. It was very dark, and Mayu remained cautious with her steps, her golden eyes groping the darkness. Finally, at the end of the hall, Mayu discovered an open door. The tiny black door was ajar just slightly, and an eerie purple light spilled out into the hallway from the aperture. Expressionless, Mayu approached the door and opened it fully, relieved the hinges were quiet. She took a step inside the dark room, and was quite inwardly delighted by it's contents. Illuminated only by a vague colored light seeping from the far depths of the room, Mayu could see rows upon rows of book-lined shelves crammed into the surprisingly large room. She looked quite calm as she flitted around the room, pulling books from various places and scanning the pages, authors, and titles, but she couldn't deny the sparkle in her eyes. She was astonished by the fact that she recognized not a single one of them, and that the subject matter seemed so diverse. And not only that, but none of them so much as mentioned Mother Matilde. They all appeared to be works of fiction.

Several books tucked beneath her arms, Mayu ventured further into the room towards the strange purple light. She stopped several times to gander at books that caught her interest, but as she got closer, she began to notice that the silence was broken. There was some sort of low scraping sound she was able to hear in clusters, as it died down in between bouts of strength. Curious, Mayu pressed on. Eventually, she came to the edge of the room, and before her stood a tall panel of stained glass that seemed to be religious in some form, but Mayu recognized none of the characters. As her eyes traveled downwards, she realized she was not alone, and quickly withdrew behind the nearest shelf. Peeking over the bookcase, she could see the young man sitting on the wide window sill, purple light illuminating his pale skin. He looked to be only a little taller than Mayu, with golden blonde hair that had been tied into a short pony tail. His eyes were a bright, oceanic blue and seemed somehow sleepy and subdued. She thought his features looked almost angelic, until, that is, her eyes fell upon his hands. In his right hand he held a dagger, who's hilt was encrusted with several rubies and the snarling maw of a toothy dragon. Beneath the knife was his left arm, a large gash torn into it, revealing the flesh, bone, and veins beneath. Every so often, he brought the knife down and plunged it into his arm, watching idly as it grated against the bright bone within. Black blood covered the expensive looking sleeve of his jacket. It cloaked his arms and dripped down onto his pant's leg. Mayu watched vacantly as he brought the knife to his face, a pink tongue emerging from betwixt two lips to taste the black liquid dripping from his knife.

It was then that Mayu shifted her weight, and her grip on the books in her left arm slipped. Several tomes tumbled to the ground in a in a loud, clattering mess. Mayu looked down at the books, feeling more than a little uneasy — the last thing she wanted was to be touched by a demon again. These things were clearly dangerous, but at the same time, Mayu didn't feel particularly panicked. It wasn't in her nature. She looked up and found that the creature in question was eying her tiredly. He yawned and got to his feet, the knife falling to the floor as the flesh on his wounded arm began to knit back together.

"You must be the angel…?" His voice was light, but somehow his presence seemed heavy. Mayu only nodded as he approached, her posture perfect as she stared at him. He paused about a foot before her, his eyes roving her body up and down. Mayu watched him carefully, and soon spoke up.

"You shouldn't turn your knife against yourself." She said plainly, her tone completely flat. She hadn't really been that upset by his display, and her voice surprised her a little, but she remembered her books had taught her about this type of thing. They had told her that if you were in high standing, it was ill advised to harm yourself unless in complete privacy, only seen as prudent in public if it was a form of punishment for oneself in the name of Mother Matilde. This demon was a "Prince" right? So she felt it her duty to correct him. The blonde looked curious.

"Why not?"

"My books say so." She said, and at her words the demon burst out laughing, a rather melodious sound that filled the room with a strange presence.

"Was something funny?" Mayu asked, looking concerned. He smirked at her, and for a few moments they both fell silent.

"Say… You've got a lot of my books there."

"Yours?"

"Yes. I brought them all here from my personal collections back home." He said, picking up the books that had fallen at her feet.

"It's quite an impressive collection." Mayu commented, chancing a fond look at the rather large, red one still in her hand. For a moment he looked contemplative.

"Y'know, if you want to borrow so many, you'll have to give me something in exchange." He said finally, looking gravely serious.

"That seems fair. What would you like?" She responded with, suddenly marveling at the fact that she was carrying on a real conversation for the first time in her life. The demon looked thoughtful, tapping a long finger against his chin.

"I would like… a kiss." He spoke after a pause, smiling wryly. Mayu cocked her head to the side.

"What's that? Can I get one here?" She asked, genuinely bewildered. He yawned, looking annoyed at her ignorance.

"It's simple. All you have to do is touch your lips to mine." He explained, as though he were speaking to a child. Mayu took a step back, suspicion written across her pretty face.

"Why would you want that? And won't touching you hurt?" She asked wearily, beginning to feel uneasy. She wondered if she would be able to use her voice to defend herself again, she honestly had no clue how she had done it before.

"Don't be dense, a kiss is different. You won't feel a thing." He promised, bowing low in a very exaggerated fashion. Mayu seemed relieved, far too trusting for her own good.

"Well… maybe if you'll allow me to borrow books whenever I like?" She bartered, eying him carefully. She really had no idea what his request was all about, but it seemed harmless enough to her.

"Deal." He agreed, punctuating his word with a yawn. Slowly, Mayu approached him as he leant forward and closed his eyes, long lashes brushing together. Mayu came as close to him as her body could bare, her long dress brushing against his blood stained pants. She leaned forward, but hesitated as her lips hovered over his. She marveled at their nearness, she could see every detail of his face and feel his otherworldly breath against her skin. It seemed so strange to her to feel this closeness.

Irritated by her indecision, the demon closed the space between them with a suddenness that startled Mayu. As soon as their lips touched, a prickling sensation spread out from her lips to her toes. As he pressed further against her, the sensation evolved into a rippling, intense pain that coursed through her whole body in waves of excruciating sensation. Panicking, she tried to step away from him, but he held her in place. Mayu attempted to use her words, but found herself unable to speak.

When finally he released her, the frail girl fell to her knees, her shaking legs unable to sustain her own weight. She coughed and hacked, trying to rid herself of his rotten taste. Her mind began to feel fuzzy as he grinned down at her, eyes glowing ominously. A throaty laughter filled her ears as pain pulsed through her head, and she could only watch as he turned his back to her and began walking away. As he left, the demon tossed one of the books he had picked up in her direction, and she cried out when the heavy tome collided with her back, and caused her to fall over. It wasn't long before everything went black, and she felt her body crumple beneath her.