"Well," Sullivan, or she guessed she should call him grandpa now, spoke up. "With that out of the way…" He snapped his fingers once again. The room transformed from a reception room to quite a large bedroom. Her eyes widened as the chair she had sat in transformed into a bed. The tables that were there was now a wardrobe, desk, and bookshelves filled with books. There was also an empty space that hadn't been filled. Yet.

She had never had a room to herself before. Let alone such a luxurious one. Maybe being bought by a demon wouldn't be so bad. She looked to the cat man who still silently stood to the side. She tilted her head with a slight frown that seemed ever present on her face. "And besides the cleaning cooking guy, who are you?"

He seamlessly lowered himself into a slight bow. "I am Opera, the butler and head security in the manor. I serve my master and now you, my mistress." His reddish eyes looked directly at her and his serious voice made her uncomfortable. Though her face did not outwardly show that.

Throughout all of this her face had changed very little. It mostly stayed in the slight frown and pulled eyebrows that could make one feel put off. However as she looked around the room again she let her face break in a soft smile. It transformed her into looking like a young girl that she was rather than the angry woman she seemed. Her blue eyes looked shyly at them as she said softly. "Thanks old man, and Opera."

Opera didn't look surprised but the great demon crooned happily. "Oh look at my adorable granddaughter. I'm so happy."

Her smile dropped into an awkward look as she glanced helplessly at Opera. He offered her no help and both looked on as the great demon slowly controlled himself. "Is this normal for him?"

"As my lovely grandchild, I am now in charge of spoiling you till you are a vain and greedy young woman." He declared heartily. "I will provide you with shelter, food, trinkets and baubles and…" He snapped his long clawed fingers only for her work clothes to be replaced with a girl's school uniform. It was sailor-like, pink, and white. Most of all it exposed her legs and that made her uncomfortable. While she had a fairly skinny yet slightly muscled upper body she loathed to admit that her thighs were not quite as small. The girl pulled at the skirt to hide them thanks to the sudden change in attire. "Your education."

"Hey Old Man, can you change this to pants?" Izumi looked up at the demon. Her face red with anger and embarrassment.

Sullivan looked confused but complied, giving her a male uniform quickly. "What was wrong, my dear?"

The bluette cringed slightly and crossed her arms. She looked both angry and pouty. "I am not fond of skirts. I would like to wear this…please." She added hastily realizing she might sound rude. Opera's ears twitched slightly, filling away the new information for a later date.

"Of course! If such a little thing will make you happy I have no problems with it." He cheered back to his jovial attitude. A huff escaped her. Due to her parents' crazy parenting, she quickly adapted to all sorts of situations so adjusting to a doting grandpa while odd was much easier than somethings.

"I've enrolled you into the most prestigious school in the land. You'll start tomorrow. Now don't worry about any paperwork." He tutted, shaking a long slim finger at her. As if she might have complained about filing for school. "Grandpa has taken care of everything. You just have to focus on enjoying the experience. You'll be the first human to go there. Mostly cause if anyone found out they might eat you. So best not to tell anyone."

"Yeah, because being eaten is a minor inconvenience." Izumi grumbled softly, but there was no real heat behind it. The demons eating humans legend had to start somewhere so she wasn't exactly surprised. She would just have to be careful until she learned the culture. After being dragged all over the world by her parents, she knew that fitting in was a trial by fire so to speak. You just had to jump in and make mistakes till you got it right. Hopefully none of hers would end with her being a backyard barbeque. "Wait, but I'm eighteen can I even go to this school?"

The great demon waved his hand. "Demons live for a very long time. It's not unusual to take your time starting school. As such the first years range averagely between the ages of sixteen and twenty. There are some older exceptions but that is the average."

"Demons live for a long time? How long?" She asked curiously.

"Well, to be fair we won't die of old age. I, myself, am well over a thousand years old." He boasted with a hand on his chest. Her eyes widened in shock. That was a long life span.

"Is there anything else I should know?"

"Hmmm. Well we have an excellent sense of smell. Which is why we'll use this." Her newly dubbed grandfather produced a large bottle of liquid. "To hide your scent for now." He took the lid off the bottle and poured the contents of it over her head. While she didn't smell anything she guessed it was because her nose was too dull compared to a demon's. "Next is dinner."

The girl's shoulders straightened at those words. She hadn't eaten since breakfast and was starving. Both demons noticed the shoulder twitch even though she didn't look much different except for her sparkling eyes. Clearly food was going to be a big motivator for future endeavors.

The two of them had sat down at the table that was soon ladened with food. It was…interesting to look at. She looked from a worm type creature to a bowl she had that just rippled to a glass full of what looked to be large fish eggs. Each plate seemed more strange than the last as she wasn't sure what to try first.

She sighed slightly before starting on her right side. She had no idea what anything tasted like so it looked like she would just have to take a bite of everything. The first thing she grabbed was the worm dish. It was sliced into thick cuts of meat and steamed slightly. While it looked a bit unappetizing it did smell good. So she put all her courage up and took a bite out of the worm stake.

Opera and Sullivan watched each wanting to know her reaction. When her blue eyes opened they could almost see them glittering with happiness. She took another big bite with much gusto. "This is really good, Opera." She complimented the cat demon with a thumbs up.

She reached for another plate after finishing the first. The girl was heartily chowing down on the foreign food and had forgotten about the two men who were in the room. She had scarfed down almost four plates before she realized that no one else had touched their food and was just looking at her.

"Oh, um…were we waiting on someone?" She asked, confused. She didn't want to seem rude but no one had said to not eat.

"No, no, no. I'm just so happy to see you enjoying the food." Grandpa cooed, practically dancing in his chair. "I think I have to take a picture."

Opera produced as if by magic a camera from behind his back. Her eyes widened slightly and the camera flashed. Her frown deepened but she elected to ignore it in favor of finding out what the fish egg thing tastes like. "Opera, this really is the best thing I've ever had." She turned back to her food without seeing the cat ears flick happily at the complement.

She went through each dish, gobbling it up until there was nothing left. Everything had tasted better than anything she had in years. By the end she was so full and that in itself was a pretty foreign feeling. Both demons seemed pretty pleased the girl had enjoyed herself.

While Opera had not understood why his master had chosen to adopt this strange woman, he was amenable to her presence. After all, her signing that contract made her his mistress and Opera excelled at everything he did. Serving her would be no different.

"Ah, that was so good. I don't think I've ever been so full." She grinned. While it may have been small, it was the largest expression of happiness so far. Opera quickly took a picture and Sullivan squealed about her adorableness.

"Ma'am, you should be headed to bed soon. The entrance ceremony starts early tomorrow morning." Opera chimed, extending his hand to her.

She took it gently only for a bright light to consume his chest and her right wrist. Shocked, she tried to yank her hand back but Opera had a death grip on it. His eyes were fixed on their conjoined hands. "What's happening?"

The red eyes of the cat man locked on her own eyes with something she couldn't place. The serious moment was broken as her grandfather squealed. "Oh, my cute little granddaughter has got her first packmate."

"What's a packmate?" Izumi asked her grandfather. He looked ecstatic to be asked but shut down at seeing Opera's sharp eyes.

"I think that is best discussed with packmates." He said awkwardly. Stepping on the other demon's toes would do nothing but cause problems later. Plus, demon law stated that Pack dealt with pack business themselves. Opera silently offered his other hand to the girl.

"We can discuss this in your room if you would like to know now. Or we can speak of it at a later day." The human looked away from her grandfather to the cat demon. She didn't quite understand what was going on, but it sounded important. She got up and paused looking back at the older demon.

"Well, I guess…Goodnight Old Man." The cat demon and human left to the sounds of Sullivan's happy cries.

Izumi sat upon her bed waiting for the cat demon to begin his explanation. He had silently walked her back and let her change into pajamas before telling her anything. So she had changed into a pair of purple silky pajamas. She tilted her head to the side and sat silently. He spoke without any preamble just launching into the subject.

"I am assuming you are familiar with the concept of soulmates in the human world?" She was indeed familiar with the term but as far as she was aware it was just a concept not an actual thing. The cat held his hand out for her and she laid her right hand in his palm. He calmly raised her sleeve to reveal an intricate clock-like mark on her wrist.

Izumi snached her arm back and brought it up to her eyes. She had always had a blackish red birthmark but it was in the shape of a blob not a circle with eight distinct sections with a red and blue one filled with intricate swirls and shapes.

Opera placed a purple claw on the red design. "This is my mark upon you, This one is your's. The rest have not been filled since you have not touched the others."

"So you and I are soulmates and I have six more?" She wasn't sure what was more shocking. The fact that there was someone out there perfect for her or the fact there were seven of them. "Are groups this big common? You don't seem surprised."

"Indeed. That is why they are called packs. Not all members of a pack have a romantic attachment so do not push yourself." He didn't have much emotion in his voice but she was thankful nonetheless. "Take this time to adjust to the world you have found yourself in before anything else."

She looked at the mark again. She wanted to meet them as soon as possible. Now, in fact, but she wasn't sure that was a smart move. "Can I ask you some more questions? Humans don't have marks."

He nodded, ears pointed up. "I will answer any question to the best of my abilities."

"So I just have to touch my soulmates?"

"Yes, it just takes skin to skin contact to initiate the bond. Once it is initiated a bond cannot be revoked. However having a bond does not force you to interact with the others in your pack. You can reject them but the bond will still last."

"So no matter what after your first touch you're connected?"

"Till death, yes." The red haired demon nodded.

"Are you upset by that?" She asked, it was an honest question. While she wasn't upset she could understand if someone found her less than desirable.

"No." She was surprised to hear the simple answer. It made her have such an odd feeling. She had not had someone openly admit that they prefer her being around. It gave her a very warm feeling and a slight red to her cheeks.

"Thanks." She breathed the words but the cat demon could hear them as if she had spoken directly into his ear. He wondered about her past. The chairdemon had not even told him that he was bringing her let alone her past. However, her mannerisms spoke volumes of her past. They would be habits that the cat was determined to set straight. Just as Sulivan had stated, their job was to make the girl into someone who was vain and greedy.

As Opera stared down at the doe eyed girl, he thought that this task would be impossible to accomplish. She was pure and kind, traits not commonly found in the Underworld. Most who had these traits had no other choice but to be accommodating as they were ranked rather low in society. He did like that about her though. She had so many good things to say about his food and had appreciated his efforts. That alone might have endeared her to him but she was his pack. He watched the girl contemplate the situation she found herself in.

"Opera? I know I should have a lot more questions, but I can't think of any right now. Can I ask you more about it later?" She asked tiredly. The day's events seemed to be catching up to her all at once as she looked up at the man inquisitively.

"Yes, I will answer any and all questions to the best of my abilities. You need only ask." He moved closer to her, tucking her into the bed before he gently stroked her head. "Orientation is tomorrow so it would be best for you to sleep now." The bluette gave him a little nod that he took as permission to leave the room.

Opera snapped his fingers extinguishing the lights in the room, before closing his new mistress's and mates door.

A little smile played around the edges of his lips as a clawed hand moved to his chest. Well, wouldn't this be a fun dynamic? He felt an excitement growing to see just what the little female in the room would do with her mates once she found them. A little chuckle escaped as he thought of his reaction. Oh, this would be quite entertaining.