Holy hell... over 2000 reads... My God, I never expected my story to get this popular! I honestly thought because it was made a little too out there it was sure to fail, but I guess you guys proved me wrong. Lol! So first of all I would like to thank the few of you for your feedback, every one of you has brought a smile to my face and has given me the diligence to continue writing to my full ability. Secondly, I am running a little on writers block, I have a few ideas but not sure which ones would be better. But I suppose I have time to think now considering my third notice.

(IMPORTANT) Yesterday I fell down the stairs at work and ended up in hospital, I'm well and back home now, but I suffered a head injury and my shoulder is thrown out and hurts when I use it too much. So updates may be prolonged even more so as I still have to go back to work tomorrow to pay bills. I would like to thank you again for your patience with me, and apologise for the delays.

I sat and stared at the cream wall... I had taken the blonde demons advice, after much convincing from my mother without informing her too much about the unknown demon; she talked me into returning... she was living with Aunty Dawn now anyway; her sister-in-law. She too had lost her husband a while ago and they loved each other like real sisters, so I knew she would be okay having that comfort and family welcome. Without too much worry for my mum; I had returned to True Cross Academy after my father's funeral... and hopefully mother's safety... Father died... because I was there... It was... because of me... And he knew what I was all along, that I had possessed the corpse of his unborn child and still called me his daughter with love... I never knew father could see demons, I just thought he told me those stories to scare me into being a good girl...

"Miss Renshaw?"

I fell out of my thoughts to turn and stare at the male sat across from me, a concerned look upon his soft features.

"Perhaps we should take a break."

"No, I'm fine Yukio. Please continue."

"You haven't been focusing since you returned from your vacation, I think that these lessons in-between your work and-"

"Yukio; I need this so please... let's continue?"

Yukio's gaze softened even more if possible... a look of pity; even though the boy had no clue what had happened back home... or that I hadn't planned on returning here. The tickets I booked on the computer that day was one way, but after all that happened... I had to come back. I had to do this for dad... I smiled at the younger male, a sigh of defeat leaving his lips after a few seconds as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. A teachers tone taking authority in his voice once more.

"Very well. So tell me; what is the difference between a Coal Tar and Peg Lanterns?"

"Uhm... one is affiliated with the King of Fire?"

I wasn't too sure of my answer, Yukio's eyes falling a little at my questioning tone as he stared hard.

"And which one would that be Miss Renshaw? Coal Tar or Peg Lanterns?"

"Uhh... Peg Lanterns?"

"And how did you come to that conclusion?"

His tone was slightly mocking as his gaze remained hard, yet still playful. My own form beginning to feel heavy as my heart pounded in my chest nervously. He... knew why...

"Uhm... well... King of Fire... Lantern..."

I flipped wildly through the ivory pages of my book, Yukio's hand stopping my movement as his hand firmly planted itself on the centre line of the withered old pages; I stared up at him. The light reflecting on his glasses masked his eyes, his face stoic as I had tried to process what he could be feeling or thinking.

"Miss Renshaw, we've been over this several times."

Pissed... that's what he was feeling... Pissed at my lack of concentration after he had agreed to help me around his busy schedule. My body tightened as I looked away from the young male, my eyes drawing to the pages of the book where Yukio's hand had shifted to only for him to pull it from under me, aged and crumpled pages dancing under my fingers for a moment as he moved it to rest in his lap, my fingers meeting with the soft fabric of my sheets as they fell before turning my eyes up to stare at said book in the youths hand one more.

"Miss Renshaw, should you be a student I would think that you were just a slow learner. But I've seen you teach so I know that's not the case."

His hand moved in a swift notion to snap the book I still stared at close, drawing my attention up in alert few inches to look into the male's sea coloured eyes as he stood, smiling down lightly at me.

"You've been through a lot upon coming here, I know. But whatever inner demons are troubling your mind... you need to clear it before we can progress. I'll see you next week Miss Renshaw. I hope you feel better by then."

"Yukio..."

The boy stopped at my voice as his fingers lay idly on the brass door knob, his form remaining front as I smiled at the back of his brunette head before looking back down to the space on my bed where the book we were looking over lay previously, its indent still marred into my light sheets.

"Thank you..."

Yukio removed himself from my room without another word, leaving me to my own thoughts... my inner demons... I sighed at his terminology and rolled forward onto my bed, taking up the still warm space Yukio had previously been sat with the upper half of my body, enjoying the heat and taking it for my own comfort. Even though it was an unusually warm spring day, Mephisto had the best air conditioning. A little too good; as I cuddled closer to the warmth of the bed sheets and closed my tired eyes, resting my head into my arms... I had thought that returning to England would be a good bet on my part. I knew people had died in the past wherever I went, but now I at least had an understanding of what I was and the existence of demons... so... I figured I could survive without being here. To get away from the two demons that held me here in chains... But everything went horrible... people... always die wherever I go... no matter what... and that blonde demon knew about it. I frowned as I thought about the sickly male. He seemed to know so much about me, more than I did anyway... I wanted to see him again, to speak with him again. I had so many questions to ask him... so many that I didn't get to verbalise... But why did he want me back here in True Cross City? Strong demons like him can't enter through Mephisto's barrier from what I could tell... so was he trying to help me somehow? He didn't appear threatening... but he was still a demon, so... did I do right in trusting him? And while I'm still here in the shell safety of Mephisto's barrier I can't meet the blonde demon again... He spoke Japanese to me, in an accent that I recognised in a way that confirms he couldn't live far from here. But I can't go on a goose chase to try and find a demon I didn't know... a demon of all things. I doubt Mephisto would let me leave anyway... it took a great deal of convincing to get him to allow me the vacation days I had booked once he found out I was leaving the country. He knew it was to England to see my family, but England's a big place, he wouldn't find me... I'm fairly sure he wouldn't have... The dark grin he wore through our talk once I had gained his approval made me second guess, but I was too happy about leaving to consider it until I recently returned here... actually, I hadn't seen him nor Amaimon since I had returned... I shifted my head to stare at my bedside table, staring down the photo of my parents with idle eyes for a few seconds before turning away from it in distaste. I rose to my feet and left the room swiftly to get some air. I travelled across the hallways, down many steps, and out the front doors in an absent mindset; my body having moved along this route many a time in the past. The hot air hit my skin as I exited the overwhelming mansion, it was warm out; more so than it should be in spring yet was more than refreshing from the overly air conditioned room I had just been in. I smiled and carried on my mindless journey until I reached the academy, the basketball court to be exact. PE class wasn't on at this hour; so I'd get some peace at least.

"I'll trade you."

"Alright then, but I get that card too."

"What?! No way! How is that fair?!"

"Because this is a rare card! I should at least get two cards from you for it!"

I grumbled lightly and turned to face the small group of teenagers huddled in a corner by the school's building not far from where I stood. I profession my posture, my mind snapping back into 'teacher mode'.

"Hey! Its school hours so get to your classes now before I write up a report for you all!"

The boys eyes snapped to me in anger, a threatening look passing over their faces as one of them even stood to his full height. The look soon faded, the standing boys shoulders drooping a little as they realised they were facing a teacher as they quickly scuttled off to God knows where with mumbled words I couldn't hear. Granted it wasn't class they were going to... kids like that never did... I just couldn't care less at the moment for the benign trifle of escorting them...

"That was a harsh tone coming from someone like you."

A long breath fell from my lips, my body falling with it as I drifted to the ground like a deflated balloon. My knees suffered the heat of the tarmac surface upon impact which snapped my eyes open to stare at the sun scarred flooring, watching as the heat travelled up from the almost boiling basketball pitch.

"Please... I can't deal with you right now."

"Hm? You can't? That's a shame because I wanted to see you. You vanished for a while and brother said you were on vacation so I couldn't play with you. I got bored and never got to finish what I was doing before because of that idiot."

"Daiki is no idiot."

I turned to scowl at the green haired male behind me with as much effort as I could muster, which I must admit wasn't a lot. I had used the last fuck I gave on the kids I just shooed away. Amaimon tilted his head, his expression even more aloof if possible.

"Wow, you really are bummed... you're no fun like this."

The male shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly as he turned his face away to stare at the clear sky with a carefree gaze. My anger increased heavily, pressing on my heart and limbs with great weighted force; but I knew better than to speak ill to this man... this demon... my neck is on the line with every word I speak to him... and I still feared him more than anything... and with good reason... I looked away from him, hoping he would realise his boredom would not be fulfilled by me and leave. Sadly, that was not my case.

"Hey, play with me. I don't care how depressed you are, I need someone to entertain me."

"Sorry Amaimon, but your entertainment is not here."

It was silent for a second before what I assumed to be a small growl left his lungs, it falling silent as I tensed, my body reluctantly turning behind me with fearful eyes. The once growling demon was still stood there... but with a heavily bored expression, body limp in a non-threatening manner. He... perhaps he would... leave? He knew I wasn't up to his playtime today? Hope rose in me as I took in the austere profile of the male. I turned back to face forward with a sigh of relief; yet once I felt safe my pelvis and head jerked back forcefully, my shoulders pressing into something warm. Sweat formed thick along my skin; this man's heat adding to the warmth the sun bared, panic alongside it. The warmth on my pelvis I soon recognised to be his hand had tightened and snaked around my waist to cup my whole being whilst the other hand shifted from its painful grip in my hair and down my face, covering the vision in my left eye with darkness, strands of my own raven locks following in between his fingers and tickling my features.

"Then I'll continue from a few weeks ago and make you play with me."

I felt his fingers trail down my face, claws coming into sight as I felt their sharpness mark slowly down my face and feel the blade like pressure fall to the back of my head where they danced across my nape. Raven locks fell from my vision as it was pulled from my face, Amaimon's long fingers taking a grip of it all in a pony-tail fashion before swiftly jerking on the dead cells, forcing my head skyward with a soft cry from my throat. Cradling the locks as he held me tighter around the waist... I felt a bone crack in a painful manner... He... he was hurting me... he was doing it again!

"A-Amaimon! Please, you're hurting me!"

"Hurting you? Oh yeah... it was the same when I took your leg. I guess with you still dormant in this human form it could be pretty painful."

Dormant? I failed to finish my thought as he tightened his grip, my teeth clenching together to prevent the noise I knew would come from it... he chuckled at my feeble attempts, my fingers digging into his skin through the glove he wore along the limb he lay across my hip bones, tears forming in the ducts of my eyes from the pressure and pain I was receiving at that specific place. It was tight... he had to understand... I blinked wildly as the tears fell from my eyes in the process, remembering something I had heard... this... this wasn't Amaimon's fault... I had stated it once upon, and Mephisto had told me... I drew in a long gulp of air, it being easy as my head was still forced to the sky.

"I'm still in a human body Amaimon... if you really love me then you'll stop hurting me..."

My voice was rough through my pain, but still clear as I heard him hum behind me. His warm breath danced across my shoulder as the hairs flared upward, I became nervously aware of just how close his face was to me.

"I'm certain this is what humans call love, I don't like seeing you with other people after all. But when I'm done we can always play without you having these silly human pains."

I felt his hair ghost across my shoulder and to my collarbone, the dark green making itself known in my peripheral vision. My fingers soon gripping into the dark locks with a small squeak as my attention fell to my shoulder blade with a shiver. He... he just licked me! He did it once again, slower this time as I felt the buds of the long and pointed muscle leave a trail of warm saliva across the flesh, leaving a cold feeling in its wake, forcing one more shiver and a dip to my spine form. My heart accelerated in my chest as eyes clenched shut tightly at this intimate notion, despite how rough he was being with me elsewhere. Still... this man... this demon... he frightened me...

"Amaimon... don't..."

"Play time is over Amaimon.~"

The male embracing me stopped in his actions at the new feathery voice, my eyes snapping open at the vocals entering my ears to stare at the sky, my mind now fully aware of the heated breath along my shoulder, with fangs resting gently yet still painfully against my flesh as they pricked the skin, scarcely piercing it... What was... he trying to... My body reacted instantly at the cold trail his breath left along his saliva trip, pushing forward for a second to remove the teeth pressed against me and shoving my back against the male's chest to try and push the stronger demon away from me in his distracted state with no avail, yet it didn't dishearten my attempts.

"The lady wishes for you to let go."

"But brother, I was pl-"

"Let her go, Amaimon."

It was silent a moment as I gripped tighter into Amaimon's hair at the dark tone, he moved his head away from my grip; my hand shifting once his locks had fully been moved from my grasp and into its previous position at my hip to help the other try and pry his stronger arm away from me. I had to get him off-

"No."

My body fell still, body aware of the tears still rolling down my face, being the only movement at the moment... the tension picked up heavily around me as I stared off at the tarmac in front of where I sat. Amaimon... was disobeying?

"No?"

I felt the tension thicken even more, Amaimon's silence and Mephisto's waiting bringing it into the area like a bull. My hands trembled against the Earth demon's arm as he tightened it around me lightly, albeit still painfully as his index finger danced along the curve of my hip bone almost sweetly where it rested upon.

"Iwant this one brother."

It was silent for a little longer before a boisterous chuckle filled the basketball court. Mephisto's voice echoing around the area.

"Ah, I see.~ You're earlier behaviour makes much more sense now.~ But I must advise you to take a look at the woman first.~"

It was silent a moment as I continued to stare down the ground, my body shaking in the arms of the demon behind me; eyes still pouring a salty liquid I wished to stop. I... I didn't want to look at this... I couldn't... I couldn't see these two speak to each other like this... as aloof as the conversation may be among humans; with demons it... it was still... it was dangerous... and I was in the middle of it...

"I see her, what about it?"

I heard Mephisto sigh, loud footsteps echoing around the court as I figured he had walked closer. Amaimon's other arm released my hair to coil around the front of my shoulders, pressing me harder against his form. My neck following the jerk; it snapped my head to face front, unblinking as tears continued to wash down my cheeks; flowing heavier than from the skyward position they had previously been in. I could smell him... with my senses on high alert. He smelt of dirt and dew... the faint aroma of some kind of sweet dancing from his fingers and breath.

"I decided I want this human. I'll take care of her."

Amaimon's voice was firm yet still childish as always. Like a kid that found a lost puppy they truly wanted and were convincing his parents to keep it.

"You already know she isn't human though Amaimon."

"I know. That's why I was trying to bring her out of this form. She's boring yet fun as a human, but I think she'd be more fun in her true form."

"So you only require her in her true form?"

"No, I love this one."

"Do you now?"

"Yes. I'm certain. I leant from you and your manga brother, and from that I decided I love this one and want to keep her. An eternity with this one seems like fun."

I felt Amaimon's cheek rest upon the back of my skull as he caressed my hip fondly. A small sound made its way from my vocals, one of fear... not only of Amaimon... but of Mephisto too... the situation I was in... what I had heard... this conversation was getting...

"It appears that you still do not understand the heart of lovely human maiden my dear little brother.~ Just listen to her cries of distress.~"

His tone was mocking... insulting me indirectly...

"I don't want either of you..."

My voice was quiet, raw from the tears and fear I shed... but I knew both demons heard me. But my pent up anger had yet to be released... I had... I had put up with these demons for so long! And I...

"I don't want either of you... I... don't want... EITHER OF YOU!"

Amaimon retracted his hands from my form and out of my vision. At a guess from previous events it was to cover his sensitive ears, yet I still refused to turn to the demons behind me.

"Eh? I like her angry, but not when she's like this."

"Belle."

I kept silent, my breathing being the only thing I was focused on. Thankfully we were in a sports field where no glass could be broken, but I still had to calm myself... In... out... in... out... My heart had eventually calmed and I had relieved the pressure that was Amaimon from me, my body cooling as much as it could in this ungodly heat.

"Amaimon has gone now. So look at me."

One of my reliefs had fled the area through boredom at least, but my teeth clenched as I kept my gaze downcast away from my secondary problem. This whole court had burnt into my memory through this whole endeavour... But I couldn't... I couldn't look at him...

"I've had enough..."

Mephisto said nothing as my body fell forward in fatigue, hands resting tiredly upon the overly heated tar, tears falling directly onto it from my hunched state.

"I can't do it anymore... I thought I wanted to know, but I don't... I never did... I wish I never knew... and I don't think my heart can take much more of this..."

"I figured the recent activities would be plaguing your mind more my belle. My brother has just tried to claim you as his own after all."

"It is. Much like you did in the past?"

My teeth were grit as fingers clenched into the tar painfully below my shadowed form, nails breaking on some fingers whilst others ground harshly against the hardened floor; tearing the soft skin from the tips and leaving a flesh and blood trail in my angered wake. I didn't know what this claiming was they had tried... nor did I want to know... I didn't want to know anything anymore!

"Much like you both have done since I got here? Playing with my emotions, keeping information from me, telling me lies! Like I'm your toy!"

I turned in a violent rage once a soft hand placed itself upon my shoulder in comfort; my body acting nothing but aggressive to the notion with my own hand moving from the burning ground to swing at the demon behind me. My hand collided... the slapping sound meeting with the stinging sensation upon my fingers and palm... burning pins and needles throughout the appendage alongside the echo in my ears... My mouth opened lightly as I stared at the turned head of Mephisto. His grip on my shoulder tightened lightly as he turned slowly to look at me with sharp emerald eyes, the now fading red mark on his cheek and burning on my hand being the only indication that I had actually hit him.

"Are we feeling better now?"

"You..."

I moved my eyes to the print I left on his face, watching it as it faded from his ivory features as if nothing had occurred at all. I still stared at the spot, knowing that he had let me hit him... After a few blinks I noticed my vision blur, his perfect skin morphing into a tear clouded mess.

"I understand you are angry my belle. You have been through a lot, much more than a regular human could take. Especially after your troubles back home."

My troubles back... how did he... I heard him chuckle, my clouded eyes meeting his blurred emerald ones. I was aware of the dark smirk he wore as my eyes looked up at him and past the tears that fogged my lower ducts.

"My dear, did you really think I'd allow you to go without an escort? I had one of my familiars follow you so it could keep an eye on you, and considering your track record; I had to. And I was right to do so after hearing your conversation with Lucifer, you were really planning on leaving this little family weren't you?~"

I ignored his mock question as well as the infuriating smile he gave me. With a blink to free my eyes of the tears I looked up at him with a fully clear iris; not caring about the liquid matter that fell down my cheek in relief as my gaze held steady... as steady as I could...

"Lucifer?"

"Ah yes~ you never got his name did you?~"

Gloved fingers raked through my hair as he lowered his face to my own with a light chuckle, strawberry ice-cream scented breath caressing my curious face as his own held an expression as if he were telling a secret.

"Lucifer is my older brother."

I recoiled back, no longer feeling the warmth of his breath as the sun was the only heat I felt on my face whilst I stared up at the male's dark-smirked features. The blonde demon I met... he was... Mephisto flailed his right arm, the one that wasn't pressed against my cheek as he swung it in a wild gesture, his smile turning into that of a child talking about how great a video game was that their friend didn't have.

"Yes, he is a pain in the side no doubt~ But he is my older brother no less, and the first child of Satan.~ Lucifer, the king of light."

King... of light? ... Lucifer... I had read about him briefly in my books, but none of these demons came with profile pictures as they take host of a human able to hold their strength and spirit, and the human obviously varies greatly to how they appear in their true form in Gehenna. It made me wonder how these demons actually looked outside of their human skins... the very skin that eased our human mind as one that resembled us.

"Mephistopheles... a demon known throughout all demon folklore as a story from Johann Faust's works... yet, Johann Faust's history is still splotchy, even making it applicable that he didn't even exist in the first place. And Samael..."

Mephisto recoiled lightly at his given name regardless of my straight forward conversation style. The word hadn't left my mouth since he had first introduced it to me months ago. Always calling him Mephisto upon his request...

"It's Hebrew for 'Poison of God'. A demon of both good and evil in mythology, a demon that stood up to Satan... A demon that will look over us humans, yet still wishes us to do wrong. These names are widely apart in their history, so tell me... which one is you?"

A dark look crossed over the demons face as his cream coloured hat covered his eyes from my sight as his head tilted forward. Watching as what I could call a sinister smirk cross his lips as ivory fangs displayed themselves, a shudder making its way down my spine in absolute fear...

"My, my, such a bookworm we are my belle.~ but to confirm your suspicions; I am all of those people."

He moved his head up lightly, his eyes staring at me through the shadow that remained of his hats cover, making him look sinister still... even more so than before...

"But this is about the wonder of my elder brother correct?~ Has his few words really got you that riled?~"

He was trying to change the subject... it worked as his grip on my chin tightened, pulling me closer to him with a sweet smile gracing his features. The darkness dispersed as if it had never been there to begin with. His grip on the other hand...

"You needn't worry yourself over such a man my dear.~ You are safe here in True Cross, and I will ensure you stay safe. I have to take care of my humans after all.~"

He released my chin and turned away from me, the flare of his cape giving emphasis like some lame superhero as he began to leave. My head fell to stare at the ground, watching as his perfectly polished heels moved away from my sight.

"But I'm not human..."