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Chapter 1: The Devil you Didn't Know

OR

Are you SURE you aren't just the Best Cosplayer?

Deep breath in.

Deep breath out.

This was repeated several more times, before, with great care and hesitance, Taylor opened her eyes. Nope, still there.

Still there, in plain view of the meat isle of the grocery store, stood a demon. Or a Case-53, but Taylor leaned towards demon. Mostly because of the devil tail swishing lazily as the figure compared beef and pork.

The, person, looked like the edgiest guy to ever walk out of a fashion store but not a single person turned there head to stare. With elfin ears, a black 'bodysuit' leading into a pair of 'scarves' trailing behind him as if in an unseen wind even when standing still, and arm 'claws' a deep red and sharpened to a point, he cut an intimidating picture to the thin girl. Also he was apparently ripped, with how his 'suit' seemed to completely leave out a six-pack of abs. Which was...just so unfair.

But as good as the view was, there was still the terror of finding such a being in a place where he absolutely should not be. The Human realms were cut off! Mostly because they didn't care, but if there was one thing String Theory could be credited positively for, it was the revelation of Other Realms existing, and the hardlocking between Human ones. That meant that Human problems kept as human business, and all the Netherworld contesting and Celestia politicking didn't get into their, by comparison, much more combustible realm.

Oh no, oh no, was this the start of an invasion? What would even happen? Would her city get better? Worse?

"Excuse me Miss, may I reach past you? I need the spices." A voice startled Taylor from her increasingly depressing thoughts, making her body move to the side and lock eyes with the person who spoke to her...making her take in the sharp, serious eyes surrounded by what looked like lines of kohl of the demon she had been fearing.

Taylor tried to make as little movement as possible, in hopes that he would pass by. Her heart started to relax when he finally broke his gaze, reaching for three different spice shakers before putting them in his basket off to the side, and began to walk away.

Before she could relax too far however, the demon spoke, and sent her hopes plummeting.

"I know you saw me. My name is Killia. Come, I will make you some curry." The demon, Killia, spoke dismissively, raising a hand and motioning Taylor to follow.

Fearing death, and quite a few other things, she did so.

END OF CHAPTER

Not super happy with this one, but getting it out there is important and I want to try and expand more on it, see if it can become something good.