Maka coughed, and all that came out was thick blood.

Her body was being crushed by pain, and her soul crushed by Free's wavelength. Her entire body ached, and she felt sick to her stomach, like a constrictor was squeezing her stomach endlessly. The world spun around her, blood red seeping into the edges of her vision. She had never felt thisstrong of a demon wavelength before, it consumed her, made it so all her mind and body could focus on was that horrific feeling. She barely recognized her own movements as she pushed to her hands and knees. She panted desperately, glancing through the sheet of hair that hung beside her face.

The demon was right on top of them. He loomed over them, standing proudly on top of the car he had thrown. Two large boulders were in each of his hands. Eyes wide in fear, she glanced to her friends again.

Kid and Liz were both sprawled on the ground near each other, the ground Kid lay on splattered with an immense amount of red. She moves her head to where Blackstar and Patty had been. Blackstar was slumped against the car, blood staining his blue hair. Patty hadn't moved much, but she too had blood caking her forehead, along with her cheek. One of her arms were twisted at an odd angle. Tsubaki's form was obscured by rocks, and Maka couldn't make out more than her general shape.

Her heart pounded in her throat, and it finally got to be too much. She retched, vomiting on the cracked pavement. It was half red.

Free noticed her movement, and laughed. "Still alive? And still conscious! You're a tough cookie, but I'll fix that!" He was clearly proud of his one-liners. He jumped from the car, landing with a loud crash. Maka tried desperately to push herself up, but she was so weak. No one was even conscious, there was no way she'd be able to get out of this.

She thought she was a goner, at least until she heard a loud clang on top of the car beside them.

"HEY, SHOWER-DRAIN HAIRBALL!"

They both snapped their heads over, but had no time to react as a tan and blue blob tackled Free to the ground with a loud thump. Maka watched as Blackstar threw wild punches at the beast, kicking and screaming, fiery eyes glaring through his own blood.

Free thrashed and roared, trying to throw Blackstar off. There was a sudden, loud, disgusting sound of metal piercing through flesh. Then, an even louder screech of pain from free. Blackstar rolled off of his back. Smoke rose from his right shoulder and he squirmed wildly in pain. He kicked over cars, crashed against the pavement, and yelled before finally pulling what had stabbed him from his shoulder. A long, pitch black Katana clattered to the ground, splattered with dark red blood, which fizzled on the blade.

Blackstar panted, looking up in confusion. A part of him was drawn to the blade, and he wasn't about to give up a free weapon, so he quickly grabbed the sword and pointed it at Free. Maka stared at his shoulder. His star tattoo was gone.

Free finally stumbled upward, his beady eyes locking onto Blackstar. "What did you do?!"

"I have no fucking clue!" He yelled back. His confidence didn't seem shaken in the least. "but I'm still gonna kick your ass!" He drew his sword back, lunging forward and stabbing at Free with no hesitation. The sword dragged across Free's arm as he tried to dodge, and his wound immediately burst with blood, the skin sizzling.

"This is for my fucking friends!" Blackstar screamed, his voice full of nothing but rage and determination. He stabbed Free directly in the chest, who roared and drove his large palm into the side of Blackstar's face, sending him flying down the street and onto the ground. He ripped the blade from his chest, throwing it away from Blackstar as far as he could. His hand was burned from the few seconds the sword touched his skin. The sword embedded itself into the road many, many feet away.

Blackstar coughed up droplets of blood, crying out in agony. His left arm stung and violently ached at the same time. He looked down at it, shocked to see bone sticking out of the arm, blood pouring from the wound. His teeth clenched painfully tight as he tried to bear the pain, his head pounding from disgust and anger. He struggled to get up, but when he finally did, he was only brought down again by a sudden crushing force on his back. His entire chest was pushed into the ground hard, and Blackstar found himself gasping for breath. He felt hot liquid drip onto the back of his head.

Free grinned a wide, unnatural smile, a mouth full of teeth practically bulging outward. "One hit, and that's it? You humans are just as fragile as I remember." He starts pressing down on Blackstar with more and more force.

"Stop it! STOP!"

All Blackstar can hear for minutes on end is a ringing in his ears and Maka's shrill screams for him to be spared. He managed strains his neck to look back at Free's face, who still has a sickening grin on his mangled features. Blackstar glared him down, all of his rage mustering into his eyes.

"Aw, trying to intimidate me?" Free curled two fingers into Blackstar's hair and yanked his head up. His fingers enveloped his whole head easily. "That's adorable coming from a filthy, pathetic human."

Maka ripped her eyes away, but that didn't stop the disgusting crack that then came from infecting every part of her mind.

She saw Free get off of Blackstar from the corner of her eye, and she felt hot tears well up. She had no idea if Blackstar was killed, but a part of her told herself that no one could survive that. Even a demon hunter.

Maka shuddered. The ground mimicked her as heavy footsteps approaching shook the ground. She hung her head. All of her friends were dead or unconscious, and she couldn't even do anything to stop it. She couldn't stop any of this. She looked up at her inevitable killer.

"And then there was one." He laughed to himself. "Now that was a really cool line!" He raised his claws over his head, delighted. "Now die."

From what felt like miles away, she heard the sound of a body being penetrated with something incredibly sharp.

And it took her long, agonizing moments to realize it wasn't hers that was pierced. She whipped her head up, and saw Free frozen in place, Blackstar's blade stuck through his forehead. He suddenly screamed, collapsing over. He held his forehead and howled with pain, scrambling like a chicken with it's head cut off to remove it. Maka tried to see around Free, but it was impossible until he was suddenly sent into a nearby building, crashing straight through the brick.

Kid stood on one foot, leg still extended from the kick he sent into Free. His torso was still stained with blood, a trickle still leaving his lips. His expression was blank.. He slowly went back to a normal standing position. His right hand hung limply at his side. The hand was bleeding and sizzling. Looking up slowly at his eyes, he saw that the whites had turned pitch black.

Oh, god.

Free let out another skull-shattering roar, ripping himself from the rubble of the impact. He finally removed the sword and threw it to the side. He didn't bother with words, lunging at Kid with full strength. Kid threw himself out of the way almost easily, landing on his feet.

"You don't seem to be getting the hint..." he looked up, pupils contracting into slits. "Leave me and my friends alone." With that, the ground under him turned black, and dark mixes of lightning, skulls, and snakes coiled around Kid. Those bloody, pale lips parted. He began to speak, his voice seeming warped and a bit lower than normal.

"Od oculos, a capite ad calcem, audeamus habere libra. Ex animo ego te provoco, miserabilis bestia. Ab inferno, de profundus, da fortitudinem ut mihi! Per nomine ex mea dominus, morietur!"

The black snakes screeched wordlessly, their speed suddenly increasing. They burst out from Kid, dissipating into the air.

"Glamour release!"

His back instantly burst with pitch-black spikes, three on each side. His skin lost all saturation, becoming gray, and his arms faded to black as it crept towards his hands, his fingernails all completely black. Sharp fangs poked out of his bloodied lips. The silver rings on his fingers became black momentarily before jumping into the air, resembling the black snake-like things from before. Kid slowly raised his hands, and the two black bolts materialized into his waiting hands in an instant, becoming two, dark, intimidating-looking pistols. His little fingers rested on the triggers, and he pointed the elongated barrels right at Free.

"It's time to go back to Hell, Cerberus."

Kid pulled the trigger countless times, bombarding the unprepared demon before him with dark bullets. Blood splattered everywhere, and Free screamed until his lungs were torn apart from the sheer amount of bullets. Bright flashes overtook the air around them, and everyone was completely unable to see, all except Kid.

Maka's mind went blank, and everything started to bleed into each other. The world becomes grayed out once again, and she slowly slipped into Soul Perception once again. Free's soul all of a sudden didn't catch her interest at all, and all she could do was stare at Kid's soul. It had seemed to almost swell, a deep red mustering inside of it. The outside was a bright gold, the only exception being three strange, white horizontal lines plastered on the surface of his soul. His soul gave off an incredibly strong feeling, though it wasn't sickening or painful like Free's. It was distinctly demon, but...something about it was almost comforting. Almost...righteous. She had never seen any color but shades of red on a demon's soul, so why..?

Maka's perception shattered like a broken mirror once Kid stopped shooting.

Smoke wisped from the ends of the barrels, vaguely making skull shapes at the end. Kid slowly lowered his weapons, moving over to the smoke encompassing Free. Free suddenly burst from the smoke, and though he was bloody and half torn apart, he slashed both hands full of claws wildly at Kid.

Kid dodged into a position like a backbend, his spine going father than any human's could. Free's momentum kept him from stopping himself, so he flew straight over Kid and onto the ground. Kid pointed his guns at the wolf behind him, once again firing repeatedly, still bent backwards.

Free tried to block with his arms, but was only sent back towards the hole he had made when he crawled up from Hell. Finally, Kid focused, shutting his eyes, and a particularly strong shot from each guns hit Free square in the chest. He crumpled to the ground, dazed.

His guns flashed back into rings, and Kid grabbed one of his legs with a grunt of effort. He dragged the body over to the hole Free had made, pushing it to the edge with a great amount of effort. He put his foot on Free's side, and pushed. He suddenly cried out loudly as five long claws snapped into his arm and yanked him forward.

"I'M NOT GOING BACK THAT EASILY!" Free boomed, digging his claws deeper into Kid, trying to drag the smaller demon down. His other hand dug into the rock of the chasm. "YOU BRAT! YOU CAN'T KILL CERBERUS! I AM IRREPLACEABLE!" Kid dug his own claws in the rock in an attempt not to he dragged down. "I AM MORE THAN YOU!" Kid kicked hard onto Free, who ignored the hard assault. "I AM IMMORTAL!"

Kid threw his hands up, rings becoming guns. "You talk too much!" He shot Free directly in both eyes. The pain reflexively brought both his claws up to hold the injured organs, which only sent him down the pit. After a full twenty seconds of silence, a very faint, wet impact could vaguely be heard.

Kid dragged himself up the small edge of the hole, both legs bleeding profusely. He slowly looked around, terrifying demonic eyes only grazing Maka. He hung his head, and his guns clattered to the concrete, once again becoming haunting silver rings.


Kid felt his eyes sting, and a pitch-black welled up in them. It wasn't from the pain. Not the pain in his legs, or in his stomach, or in his head. It wasn't the pain of seeing his friends hurt, though very hard to think about. He didn't care that he revealed himself, but now...now he knew that these people couldn't be his friends anymore.

He felt the spikes in his shoulders slip back into his body, which was always an uncomfortably process, and his skin slowly started to gain the faint color his human guise had. He had adjusted his glamour so that it automatically returned him to more of a human form once his demon energy was low. Soon, he was human-looking again, all except his demonic eyes, from which black tears threatened to fall.

"Damn it..." he mumbled. He looked up at his bloody friends, and slowly stood. His eyes rested on Blackstar. His chest tightened, and he slowly approached him. He thought that Blackstar could take care of it. He was strong, and with him suddenly able to summon his demon hunter weapon...

"I'm...sorry." Seeing Blackstar hurt pained him as much as seeing Liz and Patty hurt, who he practically considered sisters. They were much better than his true sibling, at least. He kneeled next to Blackstar, pulling him so he rested on his back. He kept his head and neck still to prevent further injury, and gently pressed his ear to his chest, and waited. He nearly gasped when he heard breath sounds and a heartbeat. He slowly pulled up again, laying his head back down gently. His head was bleeding badly, and he most certainly had a concussion, at least. But at least Blackstar was alive. He was alive, and...well, at least for now, he didn't know.

God, his father was going to kill him. His words echoed in his mind, the countless scoldings he'd received for coming to Earth.

"What happens if they find out? You know humans are afraid of what they don't understand..."

"I'm worried for your safety. Humans aren't safe."

"You'll get hurt if you keep doing this."

His father's words only got harsher and louder as they shoved into his mind.

"You can't get so sentimental over humans!"

"BEELZEBUB!"

His eyes snapped wide, his own name shaking him to his core. He didn't seem aware of his own body moving as he stood, swaying. He barely felt the pain in his legs. His mind was numb, and his world was crashing down around him. He should just run. Go back to hell and never show his face on Earth again, for everyone's sake. He looked back at Blackstar, then forward to Liz, Patty, Tsubaki, Soul, and finally Maka

But...

He loved his friends too much. He had to make sure they were okay.

His eyes finally focused again, and they felt as if hot water drained from them as his eyes returned to normal. His eyes were locked with Maka's. He could tell she knew exactly what she had saw.

He slowly walked over to her, crouched down, and held out his hand. "Maka...are you alright?"

Maka's eyes swirled with emotions, emotions that welled up as tears in her eyes. She looked up at Kid shakily.

"Y-You..." she choked. "You're a-a dem..demon?"

"Yes." He simply and lowly answered, expression sympathetic.

It didn't seem real. Kid, the tiny, pale, skinny boy who didn't look like he could hurt a fly, a demon? Kid, who cared about everyone, even if they didn't care about him. Kid, who was her friend, her good friend, who seemed so goddamn nice.

In a way, she understood how Soul felt. But he was a demon, not an angel. It would be easy if he was an angel like her. But he isn't. He's a demon. A creature sent from hell itself to do god knows what with any of her friends.

"I'm sorry. I know you don't fully understand what just happened, but...I'm still your friend." He stopped, shaking his head. "I hope you can let me still be your friend."

She looked up, feeling heat behind her eyes. She jumped forward as hard as her body could let her, and wrapped her arms around him.

He froze, body stiff as Maka started sobbing against the hug. His body relaxes a bit as he returned the embrace gently, not wanting to hurt her. "Please..." Kid looked down at the bloodstained ground in front of him.

"Don't cry."


Kid wiped the remains of dried blood from Tsubaki's forehead, sighing as he watched the reddened cloth. He was exhausted, both from using a lot of demon energy and going trough the trouble of running to his house, driving his car to his friends, hauling his friend into his car, and hauling his friends into his house. His muscles were screaming for him to stop, and the constant sharp pains in his unattended legs did not help.

"Is...there anything I can do to help?"

He turns to the blonde for a moment, before going back to cleaning up Tsubaki. "You're hurt. I would rather take care of it myself. I know it's hard, but just rest. That's the best you can do for me. And them."

"I want to actually help!" She cried, standing up. "Not just sit here and be useless!"

"It's better if you just sit down, Maka." He looked back over, brow furrowed.

"Why?!" He snapped.

He sighed, placing the bloody washcloth on a nearby side table. He stepped to Maka. "I know this is hard for you..." he began, "it is for me too. They were- are my friends too. But there's little to be done. We barely got them here, and let's face it, paramedics would be suspicious if we called them. Suspicious of my wounds, specifically."

"They're your friends, but you lied to them." She mumbled, anger clouding most of her better judgement. "You lied to me."

"I didn't lie to you. I just didn't mention it. Secondly, you are not one to talk, Angel Maka."

Maka's eyes widened, and her head snapped up. "How did you-?!"

He put a finger over her mouth before she could continue. "I will explain when the others are awake. It is complicated. All you need to know for now, is that I can tell by your soul.
I looked at it a few times using Soul perception. You may have felt a sensation of being watched, at some point. I haven't perfected yet, and that is a side affect." He moved his finger away, and turned his back to her, moving to care for Tsubaki once more.

"My soul...? Soul perception?"

"I'll explain the rest later. I promise. Just rest."

Maka sighed. She really wanted to protest, but 'Kid' was usually stubborn...Is 'Kid' even his real name? Or is it just another layer to the mask?

"I'm going to tell the others." Kid suddenly stated, his tone a bit more flat and strained than before. "They likely wouldn't believe a made up story...and it's possible they could have...sensed it. Or seen it, rather...or maybe both, I don't know. It's the honest thing to do."

"You're going to tell them that you're a demon? Just like that? They didn't see you, they were all knocked out! You don't have to do that... they wouldn't know."

"I know you know how hard it is to keep up the secret. But this...this is something I have to do. I've been...outed in front of others before, and I usually tell them. I didn't before..." he trails off, seeming caught in a memory.

Maka decided it's not right to press further, slumping back in the chair Kid provided. She held onto her questions for now. He'd answer them soon enough.

Liz saw broken and grayish colors swirl in her vision, trying to focus on any of them. Eventually, the pale flesh tone started to focus into a concerned face, framed by dark locks.

"Kid..." She mumbled, hand reaching out towards the face. She expected to feel nothing but air, but was surprised to feel a slightly warm, soft cheek actually there.

"Liz? Can you hear me?" Kid's voice pushed through the static of her brain. For a moment, she thought she must be dead. She was seeing Kid, and everything felt so dizzy...

"Liz. Wake up. Everything's fine, your sister is fine."

Oh god, Patty. Liz ached to see her little sister again, to make for certain she was okay. She tried to sit up, and found it much easier than expected, though painful. She nearly bumped into Kid, who shifted backward on the couch. With a few quick blinks, her eyes finally cleared. Her heartstrings pulled taught, she slowly looked back at Kid's pale face.

He was bruised up, his normal neat hair a bit messy. His jacket had been taken off, him just wearing his white undershirt. It was stained a dark brownish red, right where he had been cut. She looked up. He looked fine. He didn't look like a corpse, or some ethereal afterlife dweller. He just looked like her best friend Kid. Her emotions overwhelmed her, and she began to cry, grabbing Kid in a bone-crushing hug.

He grunted, but soon returned the embrace. "Apparently you missed me." He wheezed. "You're squeezing my cut. Please release me."

Liz jolted, loosening her grip, but not completely pulling away. Kid sighed with relief. "Liz...are you alright?"

Liz looked down at Kid, blinking away blinding tears. "You're alive."

He parted his lips. "Yes. I'm alive and well. But please, tell me if you're well."

"I'm fine, you idiot!" She hugged him tightly again. "You asshole...you fucking scared me... I thought you fucking died!"

Kid winced internally. "I know, I'm sorry. I thought I might die at the time. But we're both okay now. Party's okay too. She's right under you, on the floor, if you wanted to see her."

Liz nodded, looking down. Patty laid on a pile of thick blankets, smiling happily. Her arm was in a sling.

"Hi, sis." She greeted, her eyes shining. Her energy was slightly drained, but she seemed just as happy as before. "Look." She pointed with her good arm to Kid, still sitting next to her. "It's Kiddo."

"I-I know, Patty." Liz managed a smile.

"He's not dead."

"I know."

"No one's dead."

"I...I know, hun."

"I'm so happy. That dog thing..." she grinned wide. "He was so cool, wasn't he, sis?" Kid got up.

"I wouldn't call a giant, hairy, wolf-man who tried to kill us cool, Patty."

Kid smiled very faintly at the two's exchange. He exhaled, shuffling over to check up on the rest of the group. Tsubaki was probably the least injured of the group, so she had woken up first, and was now holding an ice pack against her head. Soul was being plenty taken care of by Maka, so Kid wasn't too worried about him. Instead, he moved to Blackstar, who was starting to squirm in his blankets, grunting in discomfort.

Kid sat next to him as Blackstar finally sat up. His entire forehead was covered in gauze.

"Jesus H dick..." Blackstar groaned, holding his forehead with one hand. "That fucking hurts."

"I know, relax." Kid tried to comfort him pathetically. "There's painkillers by that water bottle." He pointed to the water bottle and pulls he had placed on the hard floor next to Blackstar an hour ago. The pills were on top of a napkin. Kid wasn't exactly stable at the moment, but he wasn't insane enough to leave them on the floor.

Blackstar nodded, reaching for the pills before doing a double take. "Kid?!" He grabbed Kid's shoulders, eliciting a surprised sound from the smaller boy. "You're okay!"

"Y-Yes, I'm fine." He saw Blackstar's mouth open. "-I know what you're thinking. I'll explain in a minute, okay?"

Blackstar suddenly looked annoyed, almost pouting. "You had better!"

Kid simply rolled his eyes, standing. "I will. Right now, in fact." He walked to stand in front of all of his friends, expression solid and stony.

"Everyone..." he addressed the group, standing up straighter. "It's time I explain what happened earlier today with the Wolf-Man."

Everyone stared, no one speaking for a while. As expected, Blackstar was the first to speak.

"Well, get on with it!" He pursed his lips impatiently.

"Right." He sighed deeply. "That was a demon, as you all probably suspect. His name is Cerberus. He is the demon that guarded the gates of hell, until now. He somehow got freed from his restraints, and that is all I know about it as of now. I don't know why he attacked us. As you know, that man who claimed to be a demon hunter sliced my stomach with his blade. I can tell you now, he was. The reason that the sword hurt me like it did is the same reason that I know about Cerberus..." he felt a familiar, dull ache in his heart. "I myself am a demon." He let the news sink it, unable to bring himself to look at their faces. "That blade hurt me because it's designed to. The fact that he didn't know that it wouldn't hurt a human shows he truly was an honorable warrior." He gently held a hand over his stomach. "I used my demon abilities to push him back to Hell. But there is no telling if he will stay there. I have my doubts.

"Furthermore...I plan on going back to Hell soon myself, to establish heightened defenses for the gates of hell and start a manhunt for Cerberus...I can do these things because I...well...I'm not just a regular demon. The Devil, Lucifer, Satan, whatever you prefer to call him- he is my father, the king of hell. I am his son, Beelzebub, the prince of hell. And now I have to make sure this ordeal doesn't happen again.

"...I'm sorry." He finally uttered, head hanging low. "I kept this from all of you. I thought it would be for the best, and I still do, and I want you all to know I never meant you all to get involved in matters involving demons. I did what I could to protect you all from further harm...but I see that you're all here, bleeding and in pain, and I know that I didn't handle it as good as I could have. And for that...I'm sorry."

Everyone stared, all wide eyed. The only one who didn't look surprised was Maka, but still then, she didn't exactly look pleased.

Minutes passed of silence. Kid couldn't take it, he felt like their gazes were crushing him, piling endless weight on his very soul.

Tsubaki's shakey voice broke the crushing silence. "K-Kid..?"

He looked up.

"You lied all this time!" Liz suddenly shouted, standing. "I thought we were friends! We were supposed to be close!"

"We are friends!" Kid cried back. "I wouldn't ever cause harm to any of you! I care about you!"

"Why?! Why are you even here with humans?!"

"You're a demon..." Blackstar mumbled, eyes still not leaving Kid. "An actual demon.."

Soul looked away. "I'm with Liz. Why?"

"You don't know what it's like in hell! It's chaotic and bloody and nobody there wants anything for anyone but themselves! I've been there for too long...I love being here, on Earth. I love humans...they make life so much better. They're amazing creatures who don't deserve all the hatred they get from my fellow demons. I met Liz and Patty when I was here on a whim, and it all just grew from there." He met Liz's eyes. "I do care about you Liz. And Patty. You're both like my sisters."

"Well siblings don't lie about being fucking demons!" Liz retorted.

"And if I did tell you, you'd either react exactly like this, or be afraid of me, wouldn't you?"

That silenced Liz.

"I know how people react to this by now. I've had human friends before. They never...they never forgive me after I tell them. This won't be any different, will it?"

Patty slowly stood, fist clenched. She stepped to Kid, and punched him in the cheek with her good hand. He didn't even make a sound of pain.

"That's for not trusting us with telling." She then pulled him into a one-armed hug, squeezing tight. "You coulda killed us, or attacked us any time like that mean Cerberus dude. But you didn't. You saved us. And you're still Kiddo. I can't be mad at you, Kiddo!" She then pulled away, leaving her hand on his shoulder and smiling.

Tsubaki also got up, putting her own hand on his free shoulder. "Demon or not, you're still you..." she also smiled, though small and shyly.

Maka stood. "You shouldn't be blamed for keeping this secret. You were only trying to save the pain, and trying to protect us."

Kid moved from each face, teeth clenched tightly.

Blackstar nodded his head slowly. "Yeah, you're right. Kid, you helped me when I was freaking out about being non-human, and I shouldn't judge you for the same thing." He met Kid's eyes, and grinned. "Plus, being a demon is pretty kick-ass, huh?"

Soul sighed. "I'm mad you lied, even though you technically didn't, but I don't hate you or anything."

Liz still looked angry. "I...I'm just...I thought you trusted us."

Kid broke away from Patty and Tsubaki, stepping towards her. "I do. It's just so much. I knew you'd be mad. But you have to understand that...people like you all knowing about demons and...and me, they could be in danger or go crazy. I don't want that for you. For any of you."

Blackstar leaned backward casually. "What do you mean by people like us? Humans? Sounding kinda..."

"No. Not humans. You all are...different. If I'm going to tell you the truth, you all deserve the whole truth."

"What do you mean...?" Tsubaki asked quietly, watching Kid step past her and to the window behind them.

"None of you are quite human. As Blackstar said before, he's a demon hunter like Mifune...I saw him use abilities only Demon hunters and Angel hunters can use." He turned around.

"What are you talking about, Kid?" Maka pressed.

He sighed. "Both angels and demons exist. Demons dwell in hell, naturally, and Angels exist in heaven. There are three types of Angels and Demons. There are purebloods, like myself, who are just angels or demons. Then there are artificial types, or half types, who have either angel or demon blood injected into them at a young age, or one parent who is human and one who is an angel or demon. Every half demon or angel shows some physical signs of their respective race. Then, there is the Angel hunters and Demon hunters. They are the true opposites to what they hunt, and their origins are unknown, but hunter abilities can only be passed down by blood." He chuckled dryly. "It's an amazing coincidence, maybe something more...there's every type in this room right now. None of us are really human. And I can tell none of you, except Blackstar, know what you are." He paused, watching their expressions before starting to pace across the room, hands clasped behind his back.

"Everyone has a soul. Some people can see souls using an ability called soul perception. A human's soul is blue, a demon's soul is red, and an angel's soul is white or blue. At their core, souls have different tints depending on the type of creature they are, and their personalities. Artificial demons tend to have Orange souls, artificial angels tend to have pinkish souls. Demon hunters and angel hunters more depend on their personality, but it's easier to tell by how they interact with demons and angels. My soul in particular has some gold around it due to me being royalty...very powerful magic and cover up the color of a soul, and that's what I used to protect my soul's identity. I hid my physical form with magic as well." He looked up.

"Liz and Patty, you two were the first ones I realized weren't human. You're both half angels. I believe that your excessive beauty is what trait you gained from being angels. Angels do tend to be beautiful, after all."

"WHOA!" Patty yelled, giddy with excitement. "Does this mean we can fly?!"

"Unfortunately, half-angels don't have wings..." he ignored the over-the-top groan of disappointment from Patty. "Moving on...Tsubaki."

"You are an angel hunter. Your clan, the Nakatsukasa clan, are very famous angel hunters. You're very powerful, even for angel hunter standards. I'm surprised you haven't found out your abilities by now."

Tsubaki looked down at her hands, suddenly looking sullen. "That...thank you, Kid. That explains..many things about my family..."

He just nodded softly. "Soul...you're half-demon. I'm sure that's not surprising, considering the sharp teeth and red eyes. I, again, don't know how this came to be. I'm sorry, but information is limited, and more and more like you are made recently..."

"Jesus." Soul covered his face.

"So what about Maks?" Blackstar asked, nodding at the aforementioned girl.

Kid sighed. "Well, I'm...not sure about her. She's probably a half-angel. It's a strange case..." Kid gave her a look, and she understood. Kid really felt it wasn't his place to tell them. He figured she'd tell them when she was ready. "And that's it."

"This changes..everything." Liz mumbled.

"Yeah, but how freaking cool is it?!" Blackstar laughed. "We kick ass! We're kick-ass hunters and demons and drinking angels!"

"Ooh! Yeah! Kid!" Patty cried in pure excitement, eyes practically glittering. "Can you show us your cool demon form?!"

Kid froze, slowly bringing his hand up to his face. "No."

Patty pouted, but it dropped when Kid looked genuinely upset. Everyone looked in concern.

Maka stepped forward. "Kid-"

He stepped away. "Not today. I'm going to go rest. You should all do the same."

He walked away in a hurry, leaving them all alone with each other.