I forgot Blushenko-sensei existed and had a healing ability, lol. Oopsie-boopsies.

Blood Divine, Spilt Upon the Desperate Soul
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"Opera, I must apologize, but I need you here to watch after the house."

The Butler frowned in displeasure, but bowed at their master's words. "As you command." They would hide Sullivan's silverware in spite when things settled down later.

Sullivan turned towards Asmodeus, and with a flick of his finger, the demon's clothes changed. Gone was his damaged familiar white uniform as black pants, a grey hooded sweatshirt, and simple round anti-detection glasses took its place.

Asmodeus frowned, ready to comment about the strange behavior before Sullivan changed. Gone were his demonic features, as his body shifted into something a little shorter, his clothes more foreign, and his horns missing. Sullivan's stare kept him silent as the Chairdemon spoke, "Where we will be going is, technically, illegal to enter, Asmodeus."

The pink haired demon frowned, "Yet we are going?" He was sweating. Nothing about this made sense to him.

Sullivan nodded solemnly, "We will be going to the place Iruma comes from." Another lift of his finger as a glow surrounded him. "Do not speak as much as possible, and keep the truth of your demonic nature to yourself."

Asmodeus blinked, "W-why is that, sir?"

Sullivan smirked bitterly, "We will be going to a world of myth, where humans live." Asmodeus was stunned, both into silence, as well as wondering if the Chairdemon had finally lost it. "I trust you will keep to yourself and not gawk too much. We are going for Iruma's sake, and Magic does not exist there. Understood?"

Asmodeus stood straight and nodded, "I understand." He bowed at the waist, "I will do as you say."

Sullivan nodded, and with a final nod to Opera as the butler transferred their precious cargo over to their Master, the Chairdemon and Asmodeus disappeared.

One moment everything was familiar, the next, nothing but a cacophony of sound, smell, and chaos. Asmodeus was immediately bowled over at the neon lights, the flashing screens, and the dozens of humans milling about their daily lives. He sharply inhaled before coughing at the smell of exhaust as the demon next to him moved at a light jog, "Quickly!"

Asmodeus stumbled after the Chairman dizzily as they entered doors that opened for them, the smell of sterility and sickness offended Asmodeus's nose as Sullivan made a scene of himself. "My precious grandson has been brutally injured, won't somebody help us!?" Tears were leaking down his face, and Asmodeus barely realized that he himself was crying, still so numb to the situation as it unfolded before and around him.

He could barely speak as a woman gently took his hand and coaxed him along after the Chairdemon, gibberish words going back and forth as his brain refused to acknowledge what was spoken.

"-eat here, yes yes, calm down kid and we'll help your friend, alright?"

Asmodeus blinked at the dark haired woman as he automatically sat down in an uncomfortable chair. He nodded passively as she gave him one last smile before hurrying over to the rolling slab that Iruma had been placed upon.

"-is blood type? Are you his guardian? How can we contact his parents?"

Sullivan sniffed pitifully as he wiped at his eyes with a hanky, "I-I'm sorry, I don't recall his blood type. I'm his grandfather, and I don't know the whereabouts of his parents."

Asmodeus felt his blood chill at that piece of information before it rolled into a boil. Who were they to not know of their son's wellbeing?

The hasty wrappings were undone and the white coated humans went numb with shock before shouting out commands and orders at the sight of the injury. Samples were taken as Iruma was immediately rushed out of sight to be prepped for something called surgery.

Asmodeus clasped his hands together into his lap as his fangs threatened to rip his lip open in worry. He stared at his white knuckled grip, concentrated on the way the tips of his nails threatened to bite into his flesh.

Time was a cruel thing here in this strange white room, where rows of seats were placed. Women holding crying children, muffled conversations. Words passed from one ear out the other until he felt the Chairdemon plop down beside him with a tired sigh, "Now we wait."

Asmodeus swallowed thickly and nodded. Waiting was already torture, and now he would have to sit here, tormented with worry over Iruma-sama's wellbeing, incapable of helping him in even the tiniest bit?

The Chairdemon placed his hand kindly on his knee, and Asmodeus met Sullivan's gentle gaze as he spoke gently, "Iruma-kun is in good hands. He'll make it, just believe in him as you always have."

Asmodeus pursed his lips with a tiny nod as thoughts rushed through his frazzled mind. Finally he whispered, "He's… human?"

Sullivan nodded before taking his hand off of his knee and pulled over a newspaper to read to pass the time.

Asmodeus forced himself to sit properly, no matter how numb his lower half was becoming from these chairs.

He would endure this torture for Iruma-sama's sake.

He just needed to see him open his eyes.