Harry Potter woke with a start.

To think he had that dream again.

That dream that was based on the most painful experience he had ever had… it was the only nightmare he ever had now… those piercing amber eyes, the way that demon had casually dismissed everything bad that had happened to him before putting him through that pain.

But he knew it wasn't merely a nightmare, the evidence was stacked too far in the favour of it being reality.

For one thing, he could clearly remember the pain, something he was told you can't feel in a dream… but the most important thing, was what had happened when he had woken up later that day and returned to the Dursley's.

He had gotten angry with them when they started shouting at him. That wasn't normal, normally he would be scared, he would cower and go back to the cupboard under the stairs… but that time he had gotten angry… and punched a hole in a solid brick wall.

That was when he realised that what he had previously thought was a dream had in fact happened… that person, that… whatever his name was, had done something to him.

'Welcome to the ranks of demons'

That was what he had said and Harry, despite being young understood exactly what that meant.

He wasn't human anymore.

He certainly still looked human… well, all except the fact that he now had Amber eyes, but those were easily explained away as contacts, something that his improved eyesight helped support.

But in the end, he wasn't human and had quickly discovered that with power, comes fear.

He was no longer defenceless, he could now protect himself and that ability to protect himself made his relatives scared.

He was fine with that, he now got a proper bedroom instead of the cupboard under the stairs. He also got proper clothes instead of hand me downs and was no longer forced to stay behind Dudley in schoolwork to make his cousin look better.

The only thing he noted hadn't really changed was his food, well, he was now eating less than before but that was because he wasn't hungry as opposed to being forced to starve like he was before.

That didn't really bother him, despite his decreased diet, he was beginning to fill out more than before, something that he knew shouldn't be happening if he was a normal human.

It had been nearly two years since then and he had not seen anything of the stranger that had changed his life so completely… it was infuriating! He had so many questions, questions that only the stranger could answer, questions about what he was and why he had been given this power… he just couldn't stand not knowing everything.

He let out a small breath as he focused on what the day was, Dudley's ninth birthday.

That would mean that the table would be filled with presents and he'd probably just end up skipping breakfast and going over to a friend's house, his relatives would be grateful of that, they didn't like spending any more time around him than they had to.

Not that Harry cared about that, they were far more tolerable now that they had a healthy fear of him in their psyches, so why should he go out of his way to antagonise them when they knew he could crush their skulls like grapefruits if he so tried?

Of course, that strength actually acted as a disadvantage at school, where he was constantly trying to come up with excuses to not attend P.E, after all, crushing the other children in a sport wasn't exactly thrilling.

Shaking his head clear of those thoughts, he proceeded to get dressed in his baggy tracksuit pants and white t-shirt before looking out of the window and taking in the weather… letting a small smile grace his lips as he noted the light rain that patted against his window and picking up the light red coat he usually wore and putting it on as he left his room.

He liked the rain… not heavy rain mind you, but a light drizzle that simply caressed everything beneath it.

The weather he liked the least though, was when it was sunny and the sky was left cloudless… it hurt his eyes, the eyes that had become more sensitive to light after he gained his powers were not suited to handling the summer sun… something the rain helped block out with little difficulty.

"Morning Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, Dudley," he called out as he reached the bottom of the stairs and noted how the family he lived with were currently in the process of opening Dudley's presents for this year.

He wasn't surprised when they flinched, they had been doing so ever since he had shown that his fist was harder than brick.

"H-Harry, good morning… do you want any breakfast?" Aunt Petunia asked him with nothing but nervousness permeating her voice as she tried to keep her voice under control as she greeted him in a manner meant to not set off his anger… not that he was really that easy to anger but it was nice to be greeted like as something other than 'boy' or 'freak'.

"No thank you, I'm going to go and see if Rachael wants to play for awhile," he said it with a small smile, earning relieved sighs from the Dursley's, they had obviously been afraid that he would want to go an Dudley's birthday trip.

And Rachael wasn't really that important, she was just a girl he had once seen getting bullied by Dudley and his gang… he hadn't been happy with the overweight boys decision to move onto another defenceless target and well… let's just say Dudley and his gang had stopped picking on others after that day.

Rachael herself had been rather grateful for his help and the two had simply started spending time together… mainly playing video games on her NES.

That was one of the reasons he found her presence bearable, she didn't particularly like dolls and playing house, she much preferred to spend her time trying to complete Ghosts 'n Goblins, something he was just as interested in doing.

"Well, I'll see you later," his statement made them all tense as he walked to the door and left the house with no fanfare.

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Harry was pissed.

Not at anyone mind you, he had simply managed to do what he had previously thought impossible, reached the end of Ghosts'n Goblins… only to find out that it just put him back at the beginning with the difficulty ramped up even further.

Needless to say, Rachael had also been pissed at that, both the fact that Harry had managed to get to the end, only to find out that they were in fact only halfway through the game.

"That's not fair!" they both shouted at the same time as Harry once again died courtesy of the screen practically being filled with enemies.

"Rachael, Harry," an older woman said as the door opened, making the two gulp slightly, "what have I said about making so much noise?"

"Not to do it," the duo chorused, earning an exasperated sigh off the oldest in the room.

"Yes, now, it's getting late and you both have school tomorrow, so I think it's about time Harry went home," it may have only been six o'clock but given how they were only nine years old and Harry had arrived before ten in the morning, well, he had been there over eight hours.

"I guess…" he wasn't exactly enthusiastic about that, he had already had a proper sized lunch earlier and that meant he probably wouldn't have to eat until dinner the next day.

"Oh, I guess I'll see you tomorrow Harry," she said with a downcast expression.

"Yeah, see ya tomorrow," and with that, the dark haired boy proceeded to stand and go with his friends mother towards the door.

"Now, be careful on your way home, do you understand Harry?" the older woman commanded him as he stood at the door, ready for the walk back to four Privet drive.

"Yes, understood ma'am," his response was done with what could only be described as a military salute, earning an exasperated sigh off the woman.

"Just hurry back home, alright," and without any further farewells, the boy with the lightning shaped scar on his forehead left the house and made his way back to his relatives home.

He wouldn't admit it, but the way Rachael's mother told him to be careful on his way home irritated him, he knew she didn't know that if he got in a fight with anyone, they would come off worse, he could bend stainless steel with his bare hands after all, but it was still annoying that someone would tell him to be careful of anything.

He let those thoughts drift out of his mind as he arrived back at Privet Drive and found the front gardens surprisingly deserted,

He shook the thoughts of how the place was usually busier than this, it was still lightly raining after all so they would all probably be inside watching TV or something and so he made his way back home.

It was only after he reached for the handle to his relatives house that he realised that things weren't as simple as he thought… as his head spun and his ears rung.

Grasping his forehead in an attempt to stop the sickening feeling that assaulted him, he soon found it had stopped, prompting him to open his eyes and let out a startled gasp at what he saw.

It was definitely a hospital corridor staring at him from beyond an open doorway, the problem was the lack of lights, there was barely anything keeping the area visible but his enhanced eyesight could make out pretty much everything despite that. However what truly drew his attention was the floating blue gas in the shape of a human that hovered along the corridor, clearly conscious despite its obvious lack of physical form.

"I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore," he muttered, quoting one of the films he had managed to watch after asserting his dominance over his 'family'.

"That's right Dorothy," Harry froze, he would recognise that voice anywhere, after all, it haunted his nightmares even after two years without seeing its owner.

"You!" and then he turned around his his eyes widened at the sight before him.

He was definitely in some form of hospital room, the layout of the beds and the cleanliness that existed was proof enough of that, what caught him off guard was the man that had changed his life irrevocably.

He was sitting on one of the beds, a malicious grin adorning his face as he watched the child like a wolf watched a lamb… but what really caught his attention was the man's appearance, the straight, glowing, blue tattoos with green outlines that covered his body, the amber eyes he already knew of and the small horn protruding from the back of his neck.

That was when he noticed that he seemed to share those features.

"Welcome, to the Shinjuku Medical Centre," the tone was mocking, as if he was gaining some great amusement from watching the younger demon stare at his body and feel for his horn, "it is where I was reborn… and somewhere I feel you are finally ready to face."

"Ready to face?" Harry didn't like where this was going, he may not be old but saying that he was finally ready to 'face' this place wasn't a good sign.

"Yes, while it may have been fun watching you flounder around like a fish out of water, I think it's finally time to put you to the test," at that statement, Harry realised one thing, while he hadn't been capable of finding this person, this person had never lost track of him.

"Why?" he decided to ask, earning a viscous smirk off the strange man.

"Because I'm bored," it was a simple answer and despite himself, Harry found himself growing angry. This person had decided to screw with his life… because he was bored? Without thinking, without considering the implications, Harry shot forward and launched a punch at the King Of Chaos.

His punches could shatter stone, bend steel and he had even managed to break a gemstone once before… but this man didn't even bother trying to dodge, he just took the strike straight to the face and didn't so much as budge an inch from the impact.

"Now, now, now," he started mockingly, causing the younger boys anger to fade and be replaced by shock, "you're nowhere near powerful enough to so much as scratch me yet, so wait for now, get stronger and if you still feel like trying to fight me when you're strong enough to be a challenge… well, then I'll kill you."

Harry found himself feeling cold at that statement, to think that this person didn't care if he wanted to attack him and would just kill him if he ever became a proper threat.

"Well, I guess I'll tell you what you're goal for today is," the way the older demon completely ignored the unease Harry was feeling just made him feel even more insignificant against this older demon, "all you have to do, is escape the hospital, simple right?"

He didn't like this, he was being toyed with by someone so far above him that it wasn't even funny but in the end, there was only one thing he could really do in this situation.

"I want explanations," he demanded, making the most influential person in his life quirk an eyebrow and smirk.

"If you want to know anything, then you'll have to find out for yourself," the malicious chuckle that escaped his lips would've made anyone's blood run cold and Harry's was no exception, "that's how it was for me… now be a good little demon and entertain me."

And before Harry could say anything else, the man was enveloped by a red and black vortex that vanished to reveal the man was no longer in the room.

Harry could've sworn… if he knew any curses that is but he didn't so he simply growled at being played with like this.

He hated doing this, but there was no other option.

He guessed he would just have to play along with the elder demons game.

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Harry had to admit, this was far harder than he thought it would be.

It hadn't been that hard to find the exit, the problem was that it was completely blocked off and nothing he tried could get through the debris, so he had been forced to find another path.

It was on that path that he had his first fight with an actual demon… it had been a sobering experience.

He had spent two years as the dominant being in his household and now he was being shown just how he compared to another demon… he really didn't like it, he may have won but it wasn't without injury.

He was thankful that he had met a ghost that was prepared to heal his injuries, the exact manner it did so was beyond him but it was effective

And so he was now once again travelling through the second floor of the hospital, a set of corridors shaped like a U, when a small, almost bird like voice called out from behind him.

"Who are you?" a simple question was asked and Harry found himself turning to face a small, red skinned girl with clear, butterfly like wings and short black hair. She seemed to wear a white, Tangzhuang (a traditional Chinese Coat), with orange slip on shoes and what looked like light brown hair extensions.

"Uh…" he really didn't know what to do right now. So far every demon he had found had immediately attacked him but this one was just looking at him and floating as if there was nothing better to do, "Harry Potter?"

"Of what clan?" the next question caught him off guard and left him asking the obvious question.

"What do you mean 'what clan'?" the response he received in return was a deadpan stare.

"You mean to tell me that you don't even know what your clan is?" the little fairy like girl asked sceptically, making the nine year old sigh.

"I was born human but some weird guy showed up and turned me into a demon because he wanted something fun to do," he explained as well as he could, earning a couple of blinks from the small red girl.

"Wait… so you're some sort of pseudo-demon?" her question went right over the child's head.

"Uh… what does that mean?" he had never heard of anything like Pseudo before.

"That you're a fake demon," the butterfly like girl stated with an exasperated sigh at his ignorance.

"I guess… I've only been a demon two years and this is my first time seeing any others," he admitted, earning a tilt of the red skinned girls head, "until now I've just been living in Surrey."

"So, if you became a demon two years ago and were a human before then… that would mean you aren't from this world," she nodded once as if to confirm it for herself, making the child stare at her blankly, "so how did you show up here?"

"I don't know," it was true after all, that demon that turned him into one hadn't exactly been forthcoming with information, "I was just about to open the door to my relatives house when I got all dizzy and next thing I know, I'm here."

"That doesn't sound like anything I've ever heard of," she admitted with a shrug, making the nine year old sigh in resignation.

"Well, the person that brought me here said that all I had to do was make it out of this hospital," he admitted, earning a nod off the little fairy.

"I see… well then, I've decided!" she chirped out, "I'm coming with you."

"W-wait? What do you mean by that?" he had no idea why she was suddenly deciding something like that and despite how useful he felt it would be to have help getting through the demon infested hospital, he wanted to know why she would help him.

"I've never seen a human world before so if there's a chance you're going to return to your own, then I want in," her explanation was clear and he found himself wondering exactly why she was so fond of the thought of going to a human world, "now, onto the formalities."

"I'm Hua Po of the Jirae clan, please take care of me," Harry found himself gasping in surprise when the next thing he knew, a bright purple light flashed through the area and the little red girl was gone.

"What? Where did she…" he didn't finish that sentence as knowledge flooded his mind, knowledge of the fairy like demon, where she was and how to call her forth.

He didn't know how he knew, but he did and so he did just what his instincts told him to do and called on the demon that had pledged their loyalty to him.

Another flash of purple light and the little red fairy was once again before him.

"Why did you do that?" he asked, his mind was telling him that the red skinned girl had just bound herself to him in a way that only he was capable of undoing and he honestly found himself wondering why she would do something like that.

"I already told you, I want to see the human world," her response was quick and simple, making him frown at the simplicity of her answer.

"But why?" it was what really got to him, why was she so obsessed with seeing a human world that she would willing enter what was practically slavery in order to see it? "what is it about the human world that makes you want to see it so much?"

"You don't know how my kind are born do you?" her question made him blink, honestly he'd never thought much about how someone was born, the Dursley's had never bothered to tell him anything and he had been more concerned about staying healthy until he had become a demon and that had become a natural state.

"My kind are born when three or more people are hung from the same tree," her statement made the former human gape in shock, he had not been expecting her to be born through something like that.

"But what does that have to do with wanting to go to the human world?" that was the only thing he could think of when he tried to understand why she was telling him such a thing.

"I am born from a tree… but I've never seen one before," and with that single statement, something clicked in his mind.

"Wait, do trees even exist in this world?"

"Not that I've seen," her sad smile and that confirmation was enough to let him realise exactly why she wanted to visit the human world… it was just like when he wished he could meet his parents.

"I see," were the first words to escape his mouth, "well then, let's get out of here!"

"Yes sir!" and with that, the duo suddenly became a lot louder and more excited about their impromptu trip through the dark and foreboding hospital, "so where do we go first?"

"I don't know," he admitted with a shrug, earning a couple of blinks off the Jirae.

"Then what have you been doing until now?" she asked him and he just gave her a nervous laugh in response.

"I was just wandering about and hoping I'd find a way out," he admitted meekly, earning a small laugh off the fairy like demon.

"Well, you're in luck, I happen to know how to get out of this building," she told him with an arrogant grin, making the dark haired boy's eyes widen in surprise before a happy smile adorned his face.

"You do?! That's great!" the pseudodemon cried out happily, making the tree spirit's grin grow more pronounced.

"That's right, we just have to go through the annex, there is a clear exit there," the way she said it was clearly arrogant but Harry didn't care, he was just happy to finally have someone who knew where he needed to go.

"Well then, let's go! I have school tomorrow so I need to get back as soon as I can!" the child said with a fist pump.

"What's school?" and with that one question, Harry found himself nearly tripping over his own feet in shock.

"You don't know what school is?" he couldn't stop himself from asking, earning a nod off the little red girl, "uh, well, it's where people go to learn."

"So it's some sort of arena?" the confusion that struck the young boy at that deduction was clear on his face and Hua Po found herself looking for confirmation, "isn't it?"

"Why would people fight at school?" he chose to ignore the fact that he had gotten into a couple of fights with bullies since they weren't meant to happen.

"Well, that's how you learn isn't it?" the way she said it as if it was common knowledge made him blink in surprise.

"No, you listen to the teacher and read the textbooks," he told her with a blank tone, making the butterfly winged demon look at him in surprise.

"What? But demons always learn through fighting and killing," she tried to reason with him, making him shrug his shoulders and let out a grunt.

"Well, human's don't learn how to fight in school, they're taught how to think," and with that one statement, the little red girl nearly fell out of the air.

"They don't learn how to fight? Your world must be very different from this one," she stated with a look of disbelief on her face.

"It is," Harry's admittance made the fairy stare in amazement before she finally shook her head and let a grin light up her visage.

"Well then, I'll get us out of here in no time and get to see your world for myself!" she stated with a happy tone, earning a smile off the scarred child.

"Yeah! Let's do this!" and with that the Jirae started flying ahead and he followed without any preamble.

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Harry would admit, it didn't take that long to reach the annex, it would've taken even less time if he hadn't been forced to kill a piece of paper.

According to Hua Po, it was called a shikigami and was used by Japanese Onmyōji for menial tasks… that didn't stop it from being a pain to kill, that is until his subordinate had set it on fire, that had proven far more effective than his attempts to punch it to death.

Sure he had fought more than just that but it was the strongest of the enemies he had encountered in the hospital, the rest were all mostly cannon fodder for his combination with Hua Po.

It was when he entered the annex that he felt a sense of foreboding fill his body.

The massive area, easily two floors in height and thirty metres across was almost completely devoid of all life… there was only one other there.

"Hello there!" the other occupant of the room called out cheerily, "master said it would be boring if he didn't make things a little harder for you so he sent me to meet you here."

"Pfft," Harry couldn't stop himself from looking at Hua Po as she started to snort in amusement at the other demon.

The one that was guarding the exit wasn't exactly intimidating, at roughly the same height as his partner and wearing a blue leotard with bicep length gloves and thigh high stockings, she didn't exactly look imposing. On top of that, her short red hair and insect like wings only further made her look even less threatening.

"Hua Po… what is that?" he asked earning full blown laughter from the small red fairy like demon.

"That… master, is a pixie, one of the weakest demons around, for this person to send something like that after you makes it obvious he isn't anything special," the sheer amusement in her tone made Harry glance back at the cheerful pixie… only to gulp nervously as he saw the look of hatred in its eyes as it raised its hand to point towards the duo.

"Megidolaon," and with that one word, everything changed.

He barely avoided getting consumed by the searing purple light that consumed the area behind them, before he looked at Hua Po and saw that she had turned bone white.

"I don't care what you say about me, but talking ill of the Hitoshura is unforgivable," the little redhead that had just vaporized everything within ten metres of the wall said with an air of authority.

"H-Hitoshura?!" the sheer fear present in the little red girls voice at that word made it clear to Harry that the demon that had gotten involved in his life was probably well known.

"Uh… Hua Po, I thought you said Pixies are weak," the boy decided to ask, hoping that this wasn't what his comrade considered weak.

"That… that can't be a Pixie," she said with obvious fear in her tone, "Pixies can't learn Megidolaon."

"Megidolaon," this time the explosion came slower, there was an obvious build up and without thinking, Harry threw himself as far away from the epicentre as possible, noting that Hua Po had done the exact same thing before the purple light engulfed the area they had occupied mere seconds ago.

"Well, I guess it's good to know she can't keep up the full sized version," the red skinned fairy stated with obvious relief in her tone.

"Megidolaon," yet again there was a bright purple explosion, this one was even bigger than the first, making his comrade gulp nervously, "just because I chose to hold back doesn't mean I'm growing tired baby Jirae."

Harry found himself swallowing nervously as he stared at the destruction the tiny demon had created with just three attacks, three immense craters and a demolished wall were enough to let him know that he was seriously out of his league right now.

"H-hold on! If that guy sent something like you here, then how am I supposed to get out of here?! " he asked with wide eyes, earning a feral grin off the blue clad demon.

"Now where would the fun be if I told you?" and with that, she raised her hand once more, this time pointing directly at him, "Megidolaon."

Harry didn't bother screaming, he was more concerned about getting out of the blast radius than making his plight known, it was the only thing that allowed him to escape what was essentially a small nuclear explosion going off where he had previously been.

"Megidolaon," and once again he he forced to run, noting that Hua Po had attempted to attack the pixie with a ball of fire, only for the overpowered monster to shrug off the direct hit like it was nothing.

It was then that he finally realised just how powerful Hitoshura was.

He was strong enough to gain the servitude of a creature capable of causing destruction like this, something so strong he couldn't fathom how to possibly fight it… that was when his mind took note of the one thing he hadn't thought of.

And without further contemplation, he ran directly towards the exit when the red haired fairy turned it's attention on his servant.

It only took him a couple of seconds to reach the exit, which he soon smashed his way through and found himself emerging in the most desolate place he had ever seen.

Without any further thought, he pulled on his instincts and dismissed his partner back to where she went when she wasn't needed… within his soul.

"Congratulations," he heard that familiar voice call out to him with a slow clapping of his hands, "I never thought I'd find watching someone fight Pixie so amusing."

Harry found himself growling at the owner of the voice before he lifted his head and let the older demon know his thoughts.

"I ALMOST DIED IN THERE!" he was angry, that much was certain but the Hitoshura didn't so much as flinch.

"Yes, and your point is what exactly?" Harry found himself knocked out of his stride at the sheer lack of concern contained in the demons tone, "I told you two years ago that it was your unlucky day, did you think I was joking when I said that?"

Harry would admit that he didn't remember much of that day but in the end, he couldn't deny what the powerful demon said, in the end, he was now being treated like a flea in a flea circus… a bit of amusement and nothing more.

"Well, I guess you did complete my little game so I should give you a prize," the demon said with a shrug before pulling a familiar, worm like creature from a ripple in the air.

"W-what is that?" Harry knew he had seen one before and that it had burrowed into his head, but in the end, he knew practically nothing about the creature.

"Hm, it is a Magatama, a source of demonic power," it was obvious Hitoshura was wondering just how much he should let the child know as he explained it to him, "they impart both strength and knowledge to its host, I already gave you Marogareh, a more physically inclined magatama, this is Wadatsumi, an ice based Magatama, they're really easy to switch so I'll let you figure it out yourself."

Then the older of the two threw the source of power towards him, making the child catch the worm before his instincts took over and allowed him to store the creature the same way the original owner did.

"Now that that is over, I guess I'll send you back home," the shrug the older demon gave was enough to tell the child that there wasn't really that much the one known as Hitoshura cared about, "but before then, I'm going to give you a job."

Harry definitely expected this to be hard, he had almost died playing this guy's game and now he was telling him that he wanted him to do an actual job.

"Don't worry, all you have to do is interrogate your relatives," the way he said it made it clear that there was something Harry was missing, something that Hitoshura wanted to know, "just make them tell you everything they can about any secret magical societies in your world, simple right?"

At that statement, Harry felt his mind freeze in shock.

Secret magical societies? Surely those didn't exist… but when he thought about it, it wasn't really that farfetched, here he was in a completely different world ruled by demons, a world where he had seen that magic was most definitely real and he was questioning the existence of a secret society?

"Well, that's all for today," and with a simple wave of his hand, Harry found himself losing all sense of orientation once again, "I'll see you sometime next year."

When Harry finally regained his bearings, he found himself once again outside 4 Privet Drive, with no evidence of his disappearance making itself known.

The only thing that made it clear to him that he hadn't been hallucinating was the instincts that let him know that Hua Po was right there in his soul.

Shaking his head, he opened the door and decided to get his 'job' out of the way.

"Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, we need to talk."

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Harry couldn't stop himself from frowning as he entered the bath later that day, to think that his relatives had been keeping something so important from him all his life.

He was from a family of wizards.

It was definitely something he had not expected to hear, then again, given the fact that he had to threaten them with another broken wall, it was a surprise they had told him at all.

"So… you're a wizard?" a familiar voice called out as he entered the water.

"That's what they said," he responded as he looked over to see the fairy like demon that had placed herself in his service.

"Master, you will show me a tree soon won't you?" she asked him nervously, earning a small chuckle off the child.

"It'll be hard to stop you from seeing one if you're sticking with me," he told her calmly, "after all, there are trees pretty much everywhere around here."

The look of surprise that appeared on the red skinned girls face was clear to anyone that looked, before it was replaced by a certain level of contentedness.

"I see, then I guess I'll wait for a little while," she admitted before starting to remove her clothes and preparing herself to join the boy in the warm waters.

Harry for his part could do nothing more than look in surprise when the white clothing slid down the demons body and revealed everything to him, before the significantly smaller being floated over to the bath and took a seat up against his chest.

"Uh, Hua Po… where's your dinky?"

XXX The Hitoshura & Pixie Show XXX

Pixie: Hello everyone and welcome to the first instalment of the Hitoshura and Pixie show! This is a section where we will go over some of the basics of Shin Megami Tensei for those who are unaware of the series, for those who are not new to the series, this will probably be completely unneeded so feel free to skip this section.

Hitoshura: Why are we formatted like this?

Pixie: because the author decided to try something like this instead of trying to explain everything in an Authors note like he usually ends up having to.

Hitoshura: but why is he using us as presenters?

Pixie: Probably because we're the closest thing to figureheads the series has.

Hitoshura: that's actually pretty sad.

Pixie: Well, since this is the first episode, we're just going to go over the basics of the series, namely the origins.

Hitoshura: alright then, so let's get down to the basics.

Pixie: Shin Megami Tensei is a series of JRPG's, produced by Atlus, where the player recruits mythological figures to fight alongside them.

Hitoshura: like the four horsemen, the archangels, Hindu, Shinto, Egyptian and Aztec Deities.

Pixie: The first of the Shin Megami Tensei Series was released in October 1992 for the Super Nintendo Entertainment System and has been remade several times but was only released in North America in 2014.

Hitoshura: Shin Megami Tensei 2 was first released two years after the first game and like the first game has been remade several times, but has yet to be given a North America Release.

Pixie: later that same year, a side story was released, called Shin Megami Tensei: if, which unlike its predecessors, has only been remade once, with the chosen platform being the original Playstation.

Hitoshura: it wasn't until Shin Megami Tensei 3: Nocturne that another instalment in the series was created, where it was released in 2003 in Japan, 2004 in North America and 2005 in Europe, where it was given a different name, Lucifer's Call.

Pixie: and then in 2009, Shin Megami Tensei: Strange Journey was released, originally intended on being SMT4, but it became just like If, a side story as opposed to a main instalment.

Hitoshura: and then finally, in 2013, Shin Megami Tensei 4 was officially released for the 3DS… though the author wants me to point out his annoyance at the fact that it was released in July 2013 in America but still hasn't been given a release date for Europe.

Pixie: well, that is us nearing the end of our allocated word count, since we're not allowed to go over 500 words, we'll just say one more thing before we leave.

Hitoshura: we have only been giving you information on the main series of SMT, there are many more series licensed under that name in the west but they are not licensed as such in Japan, so we are ignoring them right now.

Pixie: Word count low, see you next chapter!