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Chapter 3: to return again

Neuro opened his eyes, knowing that the trip had been successful. He was pleased that his little slug hadn't tried to jump at him at the last minute. Apparently his words were enough to stop the rusted cogs from working in her small brain.

Smirking, he took in the sight of his faraway home. It was a… beautiful place, despite what the human's overactive imaginations had made hell out to be over the years. In the distance, he admired the black, rolling hills that overshadowed the dark red moons. Dotting the hills were castles and villages, reminiscent of medieval architecture seen on earth years ago. The spires of some castles gleamed different colors, showing off the resident's rank.

Neuro's own castle's spires boasted the highest honored color, green. While his family had died off years ago, they had done well in the previous emperor's eyes, setting up their family to comes lives for years to come. He identified said castle immediately, which was nestled between two protector, or knight, households. He had been protected well throughout his life as he consumed hell's mysteries.

Speaking of which, he still smelled no mysteries, except for one pungent one. One that he himself was apart of. His mouth watered at the thought. But he had no time to think about his stomach.

Making his way towards the castle, he walked through blackened forests. The trees were knobbed, and twisted, and reaching for the sky were their charred leaves. He thought back to the war that had caused the tree's destruction, and the bountiful mysteries that come with the political intrigue.

One demon lord had risen up, pleading to the emperor to give his sister who had committed treason against the emperor himself, a fair trial. He had insisted that she had been framed. The emperor's special guard had assassinated the lord, setting off a chain of events that still made Neuro yearn for the old days. The lord had a large following that had been slowly planning the emperor's defeat. Marching through the enemy's forest, and burning it to the ground was a common insult.

The large marbled castle towered over the ordinarily towering man. He stepped up to one block that had been marked with three 7's, and placed his ungloved hand upon it. A green light seemed to engulf the wall. When the dust had cleared, so to speak, there was an obvious gap in the wall. He walked casually into the dark space, almost immediately swarmed by his long awaiting servants. Some came from walls, almost like they had broken from them.

"Welcome home, master nougami," they intoned.

He nodded to dismiss them, save for one lone figure. Neuro beckoned him to come closer. The creature that stepped into the thin light made neuro grin in amusement.

"Gotten old, versa?" he questioned.

The old demon smiled, a straggly tooth poking from his lip. He was one of the oldest demons that Neuro knew. Versa had taken care of him through all his stages of life. All that time, the elder demon had not changed, save for the slight graying of his hair that reminded him too much of the human's cycle of life.

Versa had short, curly, black hair, streaked with white. His suit seemed to never wrinkle, nor fray, the black staying dark with luster. His features, however, were stained with time, the skin that was once taut, starting to sag. His eyes still stood a bright blue that showed tat Versa was still spry as a young man.

"As we all do. It is the one thing that we know is going to happen in our long unpredictable lives. But, I digress," he stopped briefly, as if to catch up with his thoughts "What have you gotten yourself into this time? I've heard that the order has chosen you as a candidate for the throne?"

The laughter in Neuro's eyes died away. There were more important things to discuss, apparently.

"Yes, yes I am a candidate," Neuro said, "To my great displeasure, I assure you."

The old man swore under his breath.

"You and I both know the picking out of a king is not the only reason for these "tests"," Versa said, knowingly.

"Well, how else would they control who becomes king? The king is merely a puppet, save for the last king," Neuro reminisced, "he was a strong, cruel leader. But- he ruled one term too long, and this time the Order's planning to hand pick a leader this time,"

Versa stared off down the hall, troubled. His bright blue eyes inspected the hallway, taking in the creeping darkness coming from further down. Looking back at his "ward", he smiled, fangs glinting in the evening light.

"I suppose you could use some rest Neuro-sama?" he asked.

Neuro glanced at the man, smiling in turn, as well. He turned and started walking down the hall as he straightening his jacket.

"Run some water for me as well. You know the temperature," He commanded.

Bowing, versa said: "Maybe some new clothing as well?"

"Please"

Versa came back up, looking up through his bangs.

"Planning on returning to your true form?" he asked

"Only when you do, old timer," Neuro said, still walking.

He noticed that the man had not followed, and he looked back. He stood in the shadows, a look of melancholy overcoming his usually serene expression. Neuro realized his mistake at once, although he did not specify it out loud.

"Get it done right away, then, versa," Neuro said, turning again.

He heard a quiet "yes" as he rapidly descended upon his rooms.

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The acidic rain poured upon the demon's already battered face, the blood running, and the cuts stinging. He crawled through the biting grass, using only one arm as his propeller, his progress only to be stopped by a heavy foot on his back.

The foot crushed his spine, making him unable to move, for the moment. Laughter rained on him somewhere above him, as his captor kept him there, laughing insanely.

"My, my Versa-sama~ seems you got caught under my foot. Too bad you can't revert to your pretty little demon form, and slither away~" a voice rang out

As the words fell carelessly from those sadistic lips, he felt the spot on his calf sting, dripping pus and blood onto his already stained pants. He could still feel the sensation of stinging metal rake through his skin.

"J-just get… over… with it, scum," he rasped out, using the last of his voice he had left.

The pressure came down harder, and laughter ensued once again.

"No, I won't kill you," The voice said again "no, you won't have it that easy. You're my prize, and will be, years to come. But, first-"

The foot lifted, giving versa a momentary reprieve. After some time, a face appeared before him, the darkness not giving away the demon's identity. Some long hair fell, brushing against Versa's high cheekbones, silky up until the ends where something much different hung to anchor the hair.

Before he could register, he felt his mouth pried open, and something strange pressed into the inside of his cheek. White took his eyesight as the pain hit him. Versa moaned in protest, only receive a chuckle in return.

The heat dissipated, leaving a dull pain throbbing through his whole being. The object that had previously caused so much pain was now rolling in his mouth. He played with it with his tongue, discovering its triangular shape.

His head was thrust upwards as he looked into the hypnotizing gaze before him. They glinted at him, dark humor lighting them up like stars in the night sky.

"Now, my servant," the cool voice started "Lets hope you get comfortable in the Nougami household~"

His head hung in the night, his life planned out from that moment.

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