So I feel like this chapter's title is a little misleading. Originally, it was supposed to have some meaning and tie into the chapter, but then the story ran away from me and this is the result. So next chapter will probably have the scene I meant to be in this chapter.

Also, I meant for this to be up last night, but then I was lazy and reading OTP fanfics and messing around on Tumblr. Oops.

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Also, please note, I was going to put this up last night, but I was on Tumblr all night. Another thing, at the bottom of this chapter, there is an important message. Alright that was long, so let's get started!

Title: Lucifer

Author: Ana

Rating: T

Pairings: Yullen

Genre: Adventure/Friendship/Drama/Supernatural

Warnings: AU(ish), mild cussing, mild violence

Summary: It was 200 years that past and everyone seemed to forget about the Black Order, the Exorcists, and Innocence. It was peaceful, up until the reappearance of someone thought to be long dead...

Disclaimer: I don't own -Man or Blue Exorcist, sadly. My art skills are nowhere that good.

Chapter 2: Demon In Disguise?

Mephisto stared at the boy in front of him. Though he could he the shape of the tall, young man, his face was hidden in the cowl of a large hood. "I'll cut you a deal," Mephisto proposed after a moment. "Wait two weeks. Then I'll introduce you as a transfer from the Vatican. Your meister will be a knight."

Though his face was concealed, one could tell his brows were raised from the tone of confusion and agitation in his voice. "I understand things are different, but what the fuck is a meister? Or a knight, for that matter?"

Mephisto chuckled lightly, "Shura can explain. But you have a lovely sword, so of course you'll be a knight. Now then, I have other matters to attend to." As he poofed out, Mephisto was almost completely sure he heard his guest mutter something along the lines of "Well, fuck you, too."

~O~O~

Allen stared at the oddly dressed man in front of him. One could compare him to the Earl (though this man was much slimmer), but Allen was easily more stunned by the proposition he had been offered, rather than the clown-esque man before the boy.

Upon waking, the towhead had been disoriented and out of it, and the mass of colorful auras and brightly shimmering souls certainly did nothing to help. Instead it was the question asked - though it was simple, it also acted like an anchor - that had grounded the whitette.

And then, to top it all off, a strange-looking man had popped, literally, into the room, shuffled out all the kids, students, Allen supposed, and given him the choice to become an Exorcist for the True Cross Order.

True Cross Order. But then, what happened to the Black Order? Where did they go? And just what had happened with the Earl and the Noah? They didn't seem to be here. Sure, Neah had been trying to explain since before the odd man, Mephisto, had appeared, for easily over an hour, but all Allen caught of the faced and jumbled words were a few key phrases: "time travel" "maybe a parallel world" "maybe" "all your friends" and "probably dead". It didn't sound very promising. Allen shook his head to clear it.

"Excuse me, sir?" Mephisto stopped his insistent rambling and turned to peer at the ever-polite Exorcist. "Mr. Pheles, can you tell me something?" Allen continued at a short nod from the purple-haired man, "Um...What kind of demons do you fight, exactly?"

Yukio stepped in to explain, as he was the only other living soul left in the room, "There are several levels and many kinds of demons. Because of the fact that there are ways to kill these numerous kinds of demons, there're varied meisters people can learn and develop to defeat demons with."

Reeling with the information, Allen nodded, You get that, Neah?

Yeah, his uncle responded, finally having quieted down.

I see, Allen mused internally, thoughts coming to the surface of his mind. Thoughts of the place he called "home".

It's possible for you to get home, you know.

Yeah, I do. Perhaps, I can become one of their Exorcists to pass time while I look for a way back home.

It's your choice alone, nephew.

My choice, Allen echoed back.

Finally, Allen blinked, clearing the dusty thoughts away. They could wait. Instead, he focused on the question he was about to ask. Nervous, yet sure this was the right thing to do, the right choice, he cleared his throat and voiced his inquiries, "Mr. Pheles, would it be alright if I asked to be an Exorcist?"

Mephisto grinned, clapping his hands together, "Perfekt! I'll tell the teachers immediately!" He popped away.

"Teachers?" Allen asked warily.

"You'll be attending True Cross Academy, and the cram school where the Exorcists-to-be are taught," Yukio informed him.

The towhead hung his head, I knew this was too good to be true. I always have rotten luck.

You should have seen this coming, Allen.

Neah?

Yeah?

Shut up.

~O~O~

She dragged the knife across the table, carving the scar form that cursed boy into the wood. The stick of a lollipop dangled out of Her mouth. Despite how young and innocent She looked, playing with the pink umbrella, looks could be deceiving, as proven by the sadistic girl.

Her uncle glanced down a Her, "You're a strange one, aren't you?"

"And you're not?" She chirped back. She hummed a nonsensical song, before speaking once again, in a sing-song voice, "I have a plan. A big one. Lots of death and pain. You know why? It's cause 'm gonna kill him. But I'll torture him first, of course."

Knotting the tie around His neck, He looked towards His niece who was now poking a painting with Her sharp knife, floating in the air, all while the painting protested loudly. Smirking devilishly, He asked the question She was obviously waiting for, :And who will you kill?"

She shook Her head, "Mm-mm. Guess."

He sighed at Her antics, but, being so used to them, He relented easily enough. "Is it an Exorcist?" He ventured.

She cast Him a withering glare, "Of course. Do you even try?"

"Alright, alright," He chuckled lightly. "Have I met him?"

She thought for a moment, "Yes, but only in passing."

"Have I fought him?"

"Yes."

"Do I have some sort of relation to him?"

She made a face halfway between a smile and a sneer, "Yes, we do."

He opened His mouth to ask another question but He was interrupted by a young female servant rushing in. She bowed her head, long blonde tresses falling over her masked face. "My Lord! Lady Kamelot! The Master wishes for your presence, my Lords!" she cried, as though afraid she would be struck down for interrupting Their bantering conversation; and she might have been, if She wasn't so odd.

"Now, now," He said, resting a hand on His niece's head. "We should see what the Master wants, shouldn't?"

"Alright!" She sung happily, tugging gently on the hair of Her favorite servant, before She turned to the door.

As they left, She tossed Her knife over Her shoulder; it hit the table with a loud thunk! where it landed in the center of the pentacle She had carved earlier.

~O~O~

Angel glared at the girl before him. He, the current Paladin, had been ordered by the Vatican to take her as his apprentice. But that was not the problem. At least, not entirely. The real problem was the girl herself. The girl he was supposed to make an Exorcist could never be one, not in his eyes.

She was a paraplegic.

The short girl sat somewhat desponded in her wheelchair, staring down the glass bottle that was stopped by a cork. The liquid inside was thicker than blood and left no traces on the sides of the container, as though a thin shield split the two. It was almost the olive-black as the girl's short, pixie hair. Angel had watched some strange clergyman that he, nor she it appeared, didn't know had her the flagon with the instructions to drink it when she was alone. However, now the girl simply glared at the cruet, eyes filled with hatred and determination.

Sending one last scowl over his shoulder to the young woman, he stalked away, but he knew she was following him. "I would say it was nice to meet you, Lenalee, but that would be a lie," he said icyily, not bothering to listen to her mumbled reply

Whew! That's over. I was so distracted today this took me roughly four or five hours to type, because I was listening to music, reading fanfics, eating, and watching a show with my mom.

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