It began small enough. A box or two would appear at the entrance of The Wolf's Glen Café in the Special Supernatural Zone that was sectioned off from the rest of the city. Inside were things like clothes, personal hygiene products, and the like. All of them were things desperately needed by the special zone, and the Wolf's Glen was the place to donate them. What really baffled the witches and elves who worked there, however, was the steady flow of items each week, and the increase in quantity of boxes. Soon, they started receiving things like toys, accessories, art supplies, and more along with the usual garments. There was no name on them, so they hadn't the faintest idea where all of these things were coming from. All that they knew was that they were there. Occasionally, residents of the Special Zone would hear a vehicle that didn't sound like the usual H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. trucks, but they weren't going to risk peeking their heads out in order to investigate.

They hadn't suspected that the H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. organization might actually be responsible for the donated goods. They were too at odds at each other for the possibility to be considered. Yet, at headquarters, donation bins had been set up around the facility for things that weren't needed or that could be useful. Occasionally, a prankster would put garbage or something in the bins, but it was frowned upon, as not only did workers have to sort through the items, Sir Integra herself encouraged the exchange. No one could deny the woman in charge.

Elizabeth was in on it as well, reminding people to donate as she walked throughout the now fortunately navigable facility on her way to important meetings. Currently, she and a few members of the Human Resources department had been working to create and staff a whole new branch of H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G; which will be known as the "Supernatural Relations Department", or "SR" for short. The goal was to have in place a taskforce of people who would handle communicating with the special zone and focus on maintaining the balance between them and the supernatural residents.

Still, none of it would work unless they won over the locals. Given their past interactions, the relationship between H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. and the supernaturals of the special zone was more than "rocky". It was essentially a police state, and had the residents been confident in their power, they would most likely revolt. The goal was to make them work as allies as they rebuilt that portion of the city for their use.

Obviously, this was the most difficult task at hand. The watchdog proposed that they start slowly. First, they would increase supplies to the special zone. Second, they would supply them with materials to build with. Third, they would supply them with the knowledge on how to use them.

Gradually, the organization was implementing part one and two of the first phase of their master plan, but have yet to touch the third. After interviewing both Sister Dorothy and "Baby Face" Baldassare, they gained intelligence on how the zone functioned behind closed doors unbeknownst to H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. Residents loved media. They loved movies. They held "movie nights" weekly at the Wolf's Glen Café, and the projector that they were played on was the most valuable item in the entire area. In particular, they enjoyed the film Shrek, and supposedly quoted it often due to a fraternal understanding they seemed to have with the movie's namesake and protagonist.

Electricity was only supplied to three buildings, however by H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. The remaining few were supplied by stealing power, such as the Girasol coven base. The buildings that were legally supplied, however, were The Wolf's Glen, the church, and lastly, the makeshift library that had been assembled by a local sorcerer and shared with the public. The old man had gathered all of the books he could for the residents of the special zone to read, as it was perhaps one of the most popular pastimes available to them. That said, it would appear that books that hadn't already been read were low, and blank journals for supernaturals to write their own stories in were in high demand. This was a fact that could easily be exploited by the H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. organization. Weeks passed, and after about half a month of this pattern, they decided to launch a full-blown campaign.

En route to the library was a certain menace, driven in a black SUV by a tall man donning a matching shade and wearing a wry smile on his face. Alois had been selected for the task for multiple reasons. One: He was a supernatural. Two: He wasn't recognised in the special zone, and if he was, it was by very few. Three: he had a way with people, and understood people of a lower social class who were constantly—well, demonized—no pun intended. While the menace wasn't exactly thrilled about it, he still was put up to the task, so there was no other option. Besides, he had to return something.

The vehicle traveled down unkempt roads, turning heads and causing whispers to fill the air. Witches, wizards, elves, and other creatures watched, unsure as to whether or not they should flee at the sight of an unfamiliar vehicle traveling down their streets in broad daylight. It didn't have the H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. crest on it, nor did it look like a H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. vehicle, but it was best to be cautious. Eventually, though, the SUV lulled to a stop in front of a building with an old, worn sign dangling by from a sign post connected to the front.

"This the place?" Alois questioned, leaning forward in his seat in order to peek over the other demon's shoulder. Sebastian held up the piece of paper that he was given with the address jotted down on it and looked toward the library.

"It would appear so." The older man said. "'Block C, building 5: Library'" he read off.

"Then let's get rockin'." Answered the menace, mostly trying to psych himself up with his silly choice of words. He took off his seatbelt and climbed out of the car, his shoes tapping against the pavement as the butler in the driver's seat did the same. Alois started heading up to the front entrance, and gripped the doorknob carefully when he got there. The door seemed as though it were threatening to fall off.

"Come in, don't be shy!" called a voice from inside. The Macken did as instructed, opening the door and waltzing straight on inside, only to be greeted by a familiar sight.

Books. Books everywhere, but mostly in stacks on the floor and on tables. There weren't many shelves, but the ones that were there were packed full. It was unreasonable to think that even one more could fit. The floorboards creaked beneath the blonde's feet as he ventured further inside, only to be greeted by a familiar face. A pang of guilt ran through him as he ran into the man in charge, a sorcerer by the name of Magnus whom he had captured previously in a raid as "Blackjack".

The old man didn't seem to recognise him, however. He was simply surprised to see the menace there. Magnus peered at the blonde through the glasses that sat too far down on his nose and greeted the Macken.

"That door needs fixed." Spoke the old man, arching a scruffy eyebrow. "I haven't seen you around these parts, before… You're not human, though. I can feel a powerful energy coming from you. Anywho, how can I help you, sonny?"

"Word on the street is that this is the place to go if I have books I don't need." Alois replied. "That true?"

"Why, of course!" Magnus said excitedly. He placed his hands on the desk in front of him and leaned forward in order to get a better look at the demon. "Whatcha got?"

"Oh, well, they're in the back of the car." Explained the blonde. "There's a few boxes of 'em. You want me to bring them in?"

"How many boxes?"

"Oh… Mhmm… about five."

"How big are they?"

"Eh, decent size."

Letting out a breath, the sorcerer looked down, shaking his head. Despite the gesture, a chuckle bubbled from his throat, indicating that he didn't exactly feel negatively about it.

"Son, that's a bit too good to be true." Magnus stated, looking up again. "Even if you're really got these five, 'decent-sized' boxes full of books, I'm afraid I've got nowhere to put 'em! I'll only be able to take one or two, if you've got 'em."

"What if you had shelves to put them on?" Alois asked, looking around. "Everything's on the floor. Of course you're going to have trouble storing them."

"I ain't got no shelves, though." The old man said. "That still don't help me none, I'm afraid."

Furrowing his brow, the blonde looked around, pondering what to do. It was his job to unload these books to the supernaturals who lived here—books that explained how to build things, make things, and create things, along with new stories that might be ove interest. There were also blank books to be written in. The future contents could prove relevant to the special zone as a whole as important literature later on, and the knowledge that the books contained would definitely prove useful. Alas, the Macken had run into trouble, it seemed.

"What if I could get you some shelves?" he asked, glancing over to the sorcerer behind the counter. At this point, Magnus was certain he was pulling his leg.

"Well then, I'd gladly take 'em." Answered the old man. "Dunno how you're goin' to do that, though."

"I have my ways…" the Macken stated. The gears in his head began turning, and he started to formulate a solution. He walked over, placing his hand on the counter and leaned forward, looking the scrawny old man straight in the face with a haughty grin.

"If you let me leave those boxes outside your shop for a couple of hours, I'll come back, and I promise you, you'll have shelves before the end of the day!" he declared, taking the other man completely off guard.

"Sonny, you've got to be bluffing…" Magnus said. "There's no way you can do that…"

"I can." The demon said. "I've done much more difficult tasks before. Trust me. I'll be back. I'm not gonna leave that shit on your doorstep. It would be such a waste!"

"Alright, then." Huffed the other man. He folded his arms across his chest and straightened his back with a frown. "Show me these 'books', then."

"You got it." The menace retorted, trotting toward the door. He waited for the man to catch up before opening it, leading out onto the street. Magnus' eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the vehicle.

"Alright, Sebastian, here's the plan…" Alois began, walking toward the butler. "There's no room inside so we're gonna leave the boxes on the sidewalk, but, we're gonna run get some shelves for this guy's library. Think you're up to it?" There was a brief moment where they older demon's eyebrows raised at the instruction, but regardless, he smiled.

"If I couldn't do this much, what kind of… assistant would I be?" Sebastian questioned, opting to leave the fact that he was a butler out of the equation for now for the sake of not arousing suspicion. Somehow, though, swapping the words made him feel somewhat repulsed by his own tongue. "Shall we start unloading, then?"

"Right-o!" Alois replied, giving his temporary assistant a thumbs up. With that, the team opened up the back of the vehicle, and started removing boxes. One by one, they were placed on the sidewalk, just as the blonde had said. In truth, the librarian was shocked.

"You… you really weren't kiddin'!" Magnus said. "How're you gonna do it, though?"

"We're just that good." The Macken declared, turning his attention to the sorcerer as he set down the last box. "If you can get us some extra hands to meet us here, that'd be helpful. There might be some assembly required, y'know?"

"Oh… Well… alright, then?" answered the old man in a questioning tone, finally adjusting his glasses back on the bridge of his nose.

Sebastian shut the back of the car before walking around to the driver's side door and climbing in. The younger demon did the same, buckling himself in as the butler turned the ignition key. Alois stuck his head out the window in order to address the sorcerer one last time.

"Don't worry, by the end of the day, those books will be on brand new shelves inside. You'll see!" he promised. All the old wizard could do was stare in awe as the car drove away, hoping that the mysterious blonde would return.


A/N: I am leaping into this and no one can stop me

It feels extremely rushed, but the good shit happens in the next chapter, so...

That's why that happened.

Actually, I could have probably combined this one and the next one, but I wanted to update tonight...

I don't think anybody's too mad about that, right?

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!