AN: Hello everybody and welcome to my latest blue exorcist story. This story will be about Rin being a full demon who was born and raised in Gehenna, and he is summoned to the human world by Shiemi. Rin is not related to Yukio, was not raised by Shiro, and he did not attend True Cross. Rin is also going to be over 900 years old which is still young for a demon because all his other brothers are over 2000. Also, a lot of the character's personalities will be a little different. RIn will be a lot more demonic, and won't be as caring as he was. Shiemi will have more courage in herself, and be a lot more stubborn. Yukio will not be an exorcist yet instead he will be a student at True Cross in the same class as Shiemi. Another change is that Shiro is still alive, and the paladin, and he did still raise Yukio. I hope you enjoy and please comment, and spread the word about my story.

Edit: Hey guys it's been a while since I updated this story but I plan to be back at it. However, going through my previous chapters I noticed how many mistakes and how crude my writing was. Which is why I am rewriting this fanfiction. Thanks for your patience, and if you're new here then this story is still under a rewrite. Later chapters are being fixed, so mind that. Thanks, everyone and have a fantastic day.

Disclaimer: I in no way shape or form own Blue Exorcist.

Rin POV

"Master Rin it is time to wake up."

I opened my sapphire blue eyes as I heard the quiet silk-like voice of my maid, Joanne. A woman whose entire life had been singularly devoted to serving my family, and trained to lay down their lives before allowing a scratch to befall us. Truly a pitiful life where one lacked both freedom and desire.

I finally broke my weakening connection with unconsciousness and my eyes opened to allow the red-tinted light of the world to glaze over them. Looking in the direction of my room's door I could see Joanna kneeling on the floor awaiting permission to begin her daily tasks. Joanna had long golden hair tied back by a black ribbon into a simple ponytail that fell just above her waist. Her skin was pale like the moon but appeared to be soft as cotton. She wore the standard outfit given to the maids which consisted of a slightly short white trimmed black dress, a white apron secured tightly around their waist, white elbow-length gloves, and black knee boots.

After giving myself a few short seconds to analyze and comprehend the reality I was in, I released a low grunt which gave Joanne permission to begin her activities. Without fault or hesitation, she rose off her knees, still keeping her head down in reverence of myself until she was standing up fully. At that point, she raised her head to it's designed position and opened her eyelids giving me access to her eyes. Which were normal until it came to the iris, which is a crimson ruby red similar to the skies of Gehenna. If a human were to gaze upon her they would immediately be stricken with her appearance as she had a natural ability of lust invocation. Throughout the years' humans have called her species leeches, devils, bloodsuckers, but most notably they are known as vampires.

A tiny yawn escaped my lips as my consciousness began to solidify and gel to its normal state. I looked at her as she walked around the upper areas of my room organizing anything she found out of place, and I mentally sighed as the realization that it was time to get up had come at last. Though the thought of leaving the soft embrace of my bed sent stabs of remorse throughout my body. However, I can't always get what I desire. I fully sit up from the bed, and I could feel the cool midnight black silk pajamas shift and control around my moving body. As I sat up a piece of my dark bluish-black hair came down, and slightly covered a piece of my left eye. I let out a final yawn, and I could feel the slightly chilly air hitting my cat incisors. At the same time, I also stretched a little, and I feel the slight pops and cracks of my back moving.

Then without the need of words, Joanne walked farther into my dwelling. She passed my bed and aimed straight for my bathroom which was located on the right side of my room. Opening the dark brown door to reveal a white marble sanctuary. Contrary to popular human beliefs we demons were not as uncivilized as they depicted us to be. We had the infrastructure, plumbing, and manufacturing at the same level as they did. Though I doubt they would ever admit such a fact in fear of losing their claims of us being birthed from mere destruction.

The two sinks, all faucets, toilet, and tub in the bathroom were made of extensively polished gold taken from the bellies of slaughtered krakens some of which having devoured entire ships full of the beautiful metal. Multiple mirrors were hanging upon the walls each handcrafted by ancient glass workers using the finest resources to be found. There were also minor spells cast upon the area to allow for the room to always smell of what I desired and the temperature would adjust to what I wanted.

Joanne headed for the tub first, turning it on when she reached it. The water smoothly flowed out of the faucet and began to fill the tub. As that happened she went to one of the many cabinets under the sink and opened it to reveal tubes varying colors. Picking 3 without pause she returned to the tub and poured small portions of each tube into the growing expanse of water. Turning off the spray once it was nearly overflowing. After all the preparations were done she turned towards me and briskly walked over to where I sat and kneeled.

"My young lord, the bath for your pleasure is prepared."

I responded by throwing the remaining covers off me and swinging my leg over the bed, so I faced Joanne. In doing so I could feel the air reach my previously concealed tail causing a few hairs to stand on end from the sudden sensation. Said appendage unwrapped from my waist where it normally rested at night, and it now rested slightly behind me, allowing me to see it slightly. I exited the bed and advanced towards the bathtub. Once there Joanne lifted her head and walked behind me. As she was trained she began to undress me staring from my upper clothes. Long ago I was embarrassed to have her undress and gaze upon my naked visage, but as the years have gone on so too has my tolerance for such actions. She perfectly handled this task making sure to never touch my tail, as the last time she had I nearly took her head from her neck.

When she was finished, I said, "Thank you, Joanne."

"You are welcome, young master."

I used to smile whenever I would give her thanks, but after years of her never being able to return it, I stopped offering them. She gathered the clothes into a pile in her arms.

"Your clothes will be spread on your bed young master. Should you require anything please call for me and I will respond immediately."

I responded, "Of course."

She exited the bathroom with the clothes and closed the door behind her with a soft thud. Now that I was alone, I entered the pool of water held in the tub and began to bathe myself. When I was many centuries younger Joanne would wash me herself, and luckily she was able to accomplish that with her arms intact. The same cannot be said for her occasional substitutes. Now I am far older and more than capable of cleansing my own body. The only difficult part is washing my black furry tail. Which constantly moved and wiggled to its discretion.

After I was fully bathed and clean I exited the tub and dried off with one of the towels Joanne had left in the room. After that, I wrapped the towel around my waist and left the bathroom to enter back into my room. I saw my clothes which were laid upon my freshly made bed, and because today was one of the rare occurrences that I was not needed for any immediate meetings or had any necessary responsibilities to do today, I can wear my more casual clothes. Which of course I preferred to my professional attire of suits and royal robes. Of course, Joanne who has long since been my maid knows my preferences she had perfectly assembled an outfit made for comfort. Those were based on the clothes of human clothes. The outfit consists of blue and red striped boxers, black jeans with a silver chain on the right leg, a black belt with spikes implanted on it, a black t-shirt, a blue zip-up hoodie, and white boots. After I was finished dressing I left my room with a goal of heading to the dining room for breakfast.

The obsidian halls spanned the length of the castle crossing and spider webbing from place to place. All being lined with suits of armor, paintings, and displays. As well as multiple doors that lead to a myriad of rooms and spaces of untold possibilities. However, those were not my goal, the dining room was which allowed me to easily travel to my destination. I could probably arrive there with my eyes clothes if I so needed because of the sheer number of times I have taken this route.

As I arrived at the 10-foot gray gothic doors that led to the dining room, they opened automatically in response to my presence and revealed the overly lavish dining room. The room's walls and floors were made of highly polished and styled gray rock. There were exactly 12 pillars in the room with 6 on each side. Each pillar had multiple designs and paintings on them to depict the dark history of Gehenna. There were also portraits and murals plastered upon the walls, all to boast of the power of my family. 3 golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling, all of which had hundreds of candles ablaze upon them, and finally in the center of the room sat a long oak table. The table was long enough to comfortably seat 26 demons at it with 12 on each long side and a single on the ends. Though it is hardly ever full as no one comes here for the sake of a social gathering. Normally it is only me and the occasional drop-in of Beelzebub is he is feeling lonely.

I sat in the red cushioned chair at the head of the table and the moment I did the door leading to the kitchens burst open and in rolled 2 carts covered with multiple gray bowls covering multiple food selections. Pushing them were small 3-foot bipedal demons with red skin, small horns, yellow eyes, short useless wings, and wrinkled feral faces of a deformed elderly human. They're known as Red Scourges, a cousin of the gremlin. They worked as the kitchen servers in my castle, which is why they were pushing the carts over to me. Once they arrived at my side they jumped upon the cart and placed all the covered plates in front of me on the table, and they then removed the covers allowing the enticing aroma of the revealed foods to enter my nose.

Before me was an Assian style breakfast of Joglut juices in pitchers, pancakes, scrambled griffin eggs, Wild hell boar sausage, devil hash browns, hell boar bacon, and syrup from lakes of Nira. A played down breakfast from what is normally served to nobility in the capital. I began to eat the food and within minutes I had eaten my fill, even though I must have had only a fourth of the total food given. The Red Scourges would devour what's left. I guess I should get the rest of my day started.

With that objective, I got up from my seat signaling the Red Scourges to collect the food and clean the dining room for today's lunch. As I left the area I caught a glimpse of the kitchens beyond the pale white doors leading to them. When I was younger...I had a strange fascination with the act of cooking. However, due to my status, even stepping a foot in there without the purpose of causing pain, is seen as beneath a royal. Father made sure that I learned that lesson.

After leaving the dining table I was left to aimlessly walk the grounds to my pleasure. I thought about returning to my room, but that could be seen as utter laziness and I cannot allow even a glimmer of weakness to be exposed. Walking the castle I was able to contemplate its creation. Made over 700 years ago after father permitted me to rule my domain, he had commissioned the great engineer Morkel to build a miniature version of father's castle. One where it was to defend, but still glamorous enough to show the power ruling Ghenna. Of course, if he failed then he was to be given a fate worse than death and then given the mercy of death. Luckily for him, he had succeeded and excelled.

By now I had been standing outside of the main manor, and I was gazing upon the red skies, occasionally seeing wyvern riders coming and going. I looked to the nearest pinnacle of the castle which was a mere 70 meters off the ground, and it was one of the first pinnacles to be built. Because it was rarely used and mostly abandoned I would use it as a makeshift lounge area when I had no tasks. Luckily today is one of those days.

I slightly bent my knees and leaped into the hour rocketing myself high up into the ground. Since I had controlled myself and did not feel like spending minutes in the air I had only jumped about 75 meters and with a simple aerial front flip forwards I was able to land on the pinnacle. After that, I laid down on its roof and looked at the mass of rock in the sky that always occupied our skies in day and night The object was a pale white except for the massive red pentagram carved onto its surface facing Ghenna. The same as always. I will not say that being a prince and prize of Ghenna was not nice, but I do that something interesting will happen.

Shiemi's POV

RING! RING! RING!. It was the first thing I heard in the morning. My eyes shot open and I was met with my room in darkness. In preparation for today, I had set my alarm for 5:30 in the morning, and the sun still hadn't come out yet. I'm still so tired though, I probably shouldn't have gone to bed at 1 but I was just too nervous. Today is the day that I am to start attending True Cross academy. The number one school in the country in pretty much all areas. Sports, academics, wealth, but most importantly for training future exorcist. Though that's not public knowledge and only the Cram School kids are trained in the art.

However, before I do any of that I have to make sure that the garden is taken care of. Since I won't be here later in the day because of school I have to do my usual activities early. Hence the reason for my horrible decision to wake up early. I'm still regretting that, but what's done is done. So, I get out of bed and in the dark quickly put on my clothes used for when I'm in the garden. I can't have my school uniform getting messy dirt and fertilizer on my first day.

After getting dressed in my thick boots, gloves and an old apron my grandmother bought I tiptoed down the stairs. My mom is still asleep so I don't want to wake her up so early. She might go ballistic if I do, she loves her sleep. Once downstairs I quietly walked to the back door leading to the garden. Just thinking about it brings back memories of my childhood and...memories of my grandmother. I shake my head to stop myself from going down that rabbit hole. I can't get sad about that again, at least not now.

I enter the garden and begin to do my daily chores. I take out all the weeds, harvest all ready products, condition the soil, fertilize the soil, and plant any new scheduled seeds. After that, I take the harvested plants back into our house and placed them inside the product cabinet for my mom. Since she runs this exorcist store we grow a bunch of herbs for combating demons and healing wounds that I've cultivated. Growing up taking care of these plants has always been a passion of mine, especially when my grandmother was in charge. That's probably why I want to be an exorcist. To discover new plants and to help people as much as possible.

Once I was done with all my morning chores I was able to check the time and it read 7:12 am. Good, I still had a little over an hour before classes started, and now I can get ready for the rest of the day with time to spare. Which I accomplished by taking a shower, getting dressed, and packing my stuff in my bag. I did another time check which showed 7:35. I still had more than enough time to...wait. I stiff the air just slightly and just as I thought, I can smell it. The smell of cooking meat and rising bread. Wait, is mom cooking, what kind of alternate universe is this where my mom cooks after grandma died. I need to go see this.

I briskly walked out of my room slightly uncomfortable wearing the short skirt and feeling the air hitting my legs. I'm used to wearing my kimonos and those are far more conservative than these, oh well I'll just have to get used to this. I get down the stairs and head into the old kitchen of our house which has been rather underused for a while, and to my surprise and confusion, I could see my mom busily cooking a meal of waffles, eggs, and bacon. As I stepped into the kitchen the floorboards squeaked ever so slightly, and the noise caused mom to look in my direction.

"Good morning, Shiemi, come and eat breakfast before it gets cold."

"Um, mom are you okay. You didn't hit your head or anything."

I asked only halfway serious with the question. She looked at me with a quizzical expression and then cracked a slight smile.

"Why Sheimi you're so funny, now come and eat."

I did what she said, fixing myself a plate and eating at the small 2 person table we had in the corner. Surprisingly the food tasted pretty good, but I had to know what all this is about.

"Mom, why did you decide to cook all of a sudden?"

"It's simple Shiemi, today is the day you've been talking about for the last year. You're finally getting to attend True Cross and train to be an Exorcist. I can't just let you leave hungry on the first day, what kind of mom would that make me?"

She gave me a warm motherly smile, one that I haven't seen in a long long time. I've missed it. After that little scene, we continued to eat and occasionally talk about what my plans were for the day, and after that, I hugged her and left to head to my first day at school away from my house. After she checked all my stuff and packed extra herbs for my protection.

When I arrived at the main school I nearly fainted at such a crazy structure. I'd seen pictures and even caught glimpses of the school on my mom's supply drops but to stand in front of it. The building was magnificent. It was a man-made mountain full of sprawling buildings with trains streets and other buildings jutting out from all over. After my initial reaction, I went to the student offices and was given a tour of all the commonplaces of the school. From the giant cafeteria, classrooms, indoor recreational facilities, outdoor recreational facilities, student club halls, and the ridiculous amount of historical places. Such as Sir Pheles's silver statue in the centermost courtyard.

Once my tour was done I was taken to my first class where I had to introduce myself. The classes went by okay, but I was too scared to talk to any of them. I've never really had any friends except for Yukio, but we haven't seen each other for a while because he was training with his dad in Egypt for something. He came back today, and apparently, he's the number one student in the entire school, so he got to give a speech today. He was cool, and to make things better he texted me that he was also joining cram school. When lunch came around I was so happy that my mom had packed me lunch because the prices were ridiculous. I would have to sell an arm and a leg just to nibble on one of the salads, no wonder this school is counted in the top 5 prestigious schools in the world. Sheesh!

After the regular classes were over and we were dismissed I followed a letter that I had received upon my admission into the cram school program. I had gotten a quick letter, a visual map, and a transport key. Thanks to those I was able to find my designated door under one of the many, many bridges on the campus. Since I already knew how to use these keys, I didn't hesitate to insert the key which activated the spell and when I opened it, the door revealed a long red hallway with a bunch of different doors. If I hadn't been here before I would probably be shocked but being the daughter of one of the most respected exorcist supply shops in the area does have its perks. I entered the hall closing the door behind me, and I followed the letter to one of the doors on the left. As I reached it I breathed in a long flow of air and exhaled. This is where it all begins. My exorcist training and my path to accomplishing everything I've ever wanted. Everything my grandmother wanted, all of it starts behind this door. Also, there's probably going to be a lot of new people and I'm kind of nervous. In out, alright Shiemi lets go.

I entered the classroom, and I was utterly disappointed. The hallway was gorgeous and fitting to be a place known for training some of the finest exorcists in history, but the classroom was the exact opposite. It was something you would see in an old prison classroom. The walls were bland and gray with signs of mold growing everywhere. The roof was full of metal pipes that looked rusty and almost falling apart. The floor was tiled, but. There was an old chalkboard with the teacher's desk right on its side. There were also old two men tables in 6 rows of 2. All in all, this is a letdown, but I guess I can work with it.

After my initial observations, I took note of all the other people who were in the class. There were five so far. In one of the corners, three boys were sitting together. There was a tall boy with pink hair and a golden staff, a short bald boy with glasses, and a boy who had rooster like hair, and he looked like he was kind of mean but I shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Then I looked at the other two boys. One had on a gray hood covering his face, and the other boy had blondish hair and was talking to a puppet. Something didn't seem right about them, so I doubt I'll interact with them much. Then the boy next to the puppet boy was wearing a gray hoodie with the hood pulled it down as far as possible. It made it even more difficult to see their face. I looked around nervously, but none of them seemed to pay me any attention so I sat in a chair to a table right in the front of the class on the right side, and the other empty chair of the table was to my left.

There were little sounds except for the group of boys talking, and the puppet boys occasional whispers to his puppet friend. Seeing as I had nothing to do I reached into my bag and pulled out one of my demonic plant books. My mother had given it to me because I told her that I wanted to be an exorcist doctor. I read that for a little while, and then the class door opened again, and in came two girls. One had purple hair that was in a ponytail style and cat-like eyes. The other had brownish hair and small eyes. Both were wearing the same outfit as me. The two walked over to a table behind me and began to talk to each other. They already seemed to be good friends, so I didn't want to bother them. I went back to my book easily absorbing the information about the plants. It's the only thing I'm good at in terms of exorcist studies. My knowledge of plants is better than most of the trained specialists, and the only person my age who comes close is Yukio. Though we both know I'm better in this area.

Just as my thoughts turned towards Yukio the door opened and in walked the very person who my mind had conjured. It has been so long since I've seen him that my first instinct was to analyze his appearance. Yuki had dark brown hair that fell like knives right above his eyes. He had teal eyes and large rectangle glasses resting on the bridge of his eyes. He also had two moles resting under his left eye, and another under the right corner of his lips. He was dressed in the school's male uniform but the thing that got me was that Yukio had gotten taller. He was always tall, but no he's taller than he was before. Like a bamboo sprout, he just keeps growing.

As he walked in I could tell that he was rather sleep deprived based on the multiple bags under his eyes, and the reddish tint of his sclera. However, when he saw me it looked like someone had injected him with a shot of life because any of his outward ailments almost faded away. He gave me a big genuine smile and walked over to my table, sitting at the seat to my right side.

"Hi, Shiemi it's been so long. How have you been?"

"Fine. I was so bored until you came."

"That's nice but I doubt I'm very interesting."

"What are you talking about your my friend."

After that, we talked about stuff for school, how our parents have been doing, and other stuff. The most notable thing of our conversation was when he talked about his trip to Egypt because his dad the paladin had to exorcist one of the lost tombs of the forgotten pharaohs. It was an infestation of A-class demons, but Paladin Shiro was able to accomplish the mission with minimal effort.

Before we could continue our conversation the door shot open with no warning and in walked a full-grown man wearing the standard trench coat esque exorcist uniform. With the golden pendant of the true cross symbol pinned to his chest. He had short spiky brown hair. A younger face structure placing him in his mid-20s probably. In his gloved hand facing us was a black briefcase with a golden etching of a cross on it. He walked over to the bare desk and placed the briefcase upon the desk with a resounding thud.

He then turned to face all of us, and in a very powerful and commanding voice, he said, "Hello class my name is, and I will be your teacher for this class. This class is your common exorcist education and demonology. I am a dragoon, and a doctor as well as a Middle Second class exorcist. Now before we do anything exorcist related I must ask, do any of you not have a temptation yet."

Temptation, a wound caused by demons that allow humans to see all demons not using a means of concealment. Without it, you could only see a demon if there was an overwhelming of energy resulting in the spacial barriers placed upon us humans to shatter. Though only the very rarest of demons could do that. S rank or above are the only possible demons who could do it. I looked around and could see several students raising their hands indicating their lack of temptation.

"Very well. All of you raising your hands come up here. You are going to receive your temptation now."

There was a moment of hesitation, but the students obeyed, leaving their seats and walking up to 's desk. I had already received my temptaint when a demon had gotten into the garden and bit me. It was only a nether wasp, so it wasn't that dangerous. Which was why I let it go. My grandmother was proud of me for showing compassion, but my mom said I should have killed it because it was a demon. That caused an argument between the two for a while, but it didn't bother me. Arguments between them were commonplace, but it never caused any lasting issues in the family. I do miss those days...when my family was complete and there wasn't so much pain in my house.

"Alright let's begin"

I looked up from my inner contemplation to observe the students getting their temptaint. It was a quick process of using a vile of liquid hobgoblin nip to summon a small group of Hobgoblins. The green flying ball like demons had bat wings and muscular arms. As well as a mouth full of slightly sharpened teeth. used those demons to cut each of the untainted students, and then without hesitation, pulled out a standard silver handgun from the inside of his sleeves and executed the three hobgoblins. Shattering the demon's forms into the standard black powder.

"Now go back to your seats so I can call role."

The newly tainted students did so, and as he said he began to call all the students' names. Which was how I learned all their names. Izumo Kamiki the purple-haired girl, Paku Noriko the brown-haired girl, Ryuji Suguro the one with the rooster styled hair but he liked to be called Bon, Shima Renzo the pink-haired boy, Konekomaru Miwa the bald boy, Nemu Takara the puppet boy, and Yamada the boy with the hoodie. When said Yukio Okumura the entire class seemed to ripple in recognition. Since it's common knowledge Yukio is the son of the Paladin Shiro Fujimoto he is normally seen as a celebrity. All the students seemed to stare at Yukio for a bit before returning their attention to.

"Good, no that those are over I will give you all a quick explanation as to your roles and how your training to be proper exorcist will go. As of this moment, all of you here are pages the lowest rank in the True cross-organization. Meaning during your time here at the academy you will be trained to achieve the minimum rank of Lower 2nd class by the end. Though to tell you all the truth only getting that rank would be quite an underachievement. However, let's turn our attention to this year. Sometime during this year, you will all take 2 main tests. The first being the one for giving you the rank of esquire, and the second being the one used to determine your class of exorcism also known as your meister. Are there any questions?"

No one said anything and nodded at our silence.

"Great then before we begin your lessons we all have to make a little trip. Can anyone tell me the one meister that one must be born into is?"

Izumo raised her hand first to answer, "The meister of Tamer ."

"Correct, to be a tamer one must have been born with a natural affinity with the power to control demons. This is why before we begin teaching all of you must be tested, and if you do have the capabilities you will receive an extra class. Now then let's go."

With that, he departed from his desk and exited the room with all of us students hurrying after him. We all followed behind him down the red hall, but for the most part, we stayed in whatever groups we were already in. Which meant I was walking side by side with Yukio, and not wishing to walk in silence we talked about the idea of being a tamer.

"So, Yukio do you think that we have tamer abilities?"

"Well, we might, and you know sometimes abilities don't always appear at the same time."

"Yeah, I guess so. Still wouldn't it be nice to have a partner to fight with you."

"Shiemi summons aren't partners! There bloodthirsty demons that will kill you if they get a chance."

"...I know that, but I was thinking that just maybe if I could summon then my summon could be my friend."

Yukio sighed and said, "Shiemi summons aren't your friends. They're tools for exorcism. You have to remember that."

"Alright, Yukio I'll remember."

By that point, we had reached another door that looked identical to our classroom door. opened it, and we walked inside. The room had reddish-green walls and floors with the weird demonic-looking symbol painted everywhere. In a chair near the far wall was a man with an eyepatch, brown hair, and bandages over his fingers. The man got up and walked over to us with a calm smile that seemed to be in complete contrast to the horror show which was this room.

Once he got to us he said, "My name is Professor Neuhaus, and as I'm sure you're already aware, I am a tamer instructor. However many of you won't be taking this class because you don't have tamer capabilities. Not to say that as a bad thing, but it is a fact. To determine if any of you have the ability we will be using the standard paper summoning method."

After saying that he handed each of us a paper with the standard tamer marking on it.

"To summon you must put some of your blood on this paper, and say a demon's phrase. If you are a tamer the phrase will naturally come to you. Watch as I do it."

The professor then quickly bit his thumb and put the forming blood drop on the paper. He then said a soft phrase that I really couldn't hear. However, the moment he finished I could feel a chill tap dance on my neck causing my hair to stand up. At the feet of was a black ball of flesh that was quickly expanding and changing form. The ball turned into a blob which then turned into a semi-humanoid figure. The figure then solidified into a demon with a shape barely recognizable as a human. Well more like a human corpse because the flesh was falling off in patches exposing the muscle beneath. Before the professor could explain what it was Bon blurted out a name.

"That's a Naberius."

Professor Nehaus looked at him and nodded acknowledging that he had said the correct name.

"That is correct, I am a tamer who specializes in the demons classed as zombies. Now without further ado, students begin."

The first one up was Bon who didn't get anything, then Konohamaru who also didn't get anything. Then Shima tried, and he didn't get anything but for some reason, I felt that he wasn't trying. I don't know why. After them came Paku, but she didn't get anything. Next was Izumo, and instead of one paper, she had taken two. Then without hesitation, she put drops of blood on the paper and said a quick chant. Once she was done two white Byakko's sprang from the papers. It was really impressive because most tamers can only summon one demon at a time. There was also something special about her because I could also feel as though she was just barely opening herself up. As though she had so much more, but for some reason wasn't using it. I don't know what's wrong with me, maybe I'm getting sick because I shouldn't be getting these feelings. I've never had such feelings before.

Izumo then began to brag about how great she was and how sub-par everyone else besides Paku. After her Yukio, Yamada, and Takara tried to summon however none of the could. Though I had the same feeling about every one of them. Especially Yamada and Takara. Finally, it was my turn, and my heart was beating at the idea of making a fool of myself. I looked at the paper with the simple summoning glyph etched upon it, and I felt something in my heart. As though there was an ocean of fire being lit inside me, and I could feel it begging for me to unleash it. To open the flood gates and allow it to drown all before it.

Without thinking I bite my thumb allowing a bubble of blood to sprout from the fresh wound, and then I smeared the blood on the paper, and then I heard it. The sound of my inner voice screaming at me from inside my mind. It was pounding and I could hear every letter it was saying. So, without contemplation, I said the words, and with my mouth, I felt whatever it was building inside of me burst forward.

"Oh, demonic prince who is shrouded in Satan's embrace. I becon to thee, come forth, and obey my command. Come become my sword, and I as your wielder!"

The moment I finished that eerie outburst I could feel that something inside me broke. I don't understand it. The only way that I can describe it is as if someone had loosened the rusty valves of a dam allowing for some to flow out. It felt kind of liberating and nice. Then I heard the sound of giggling and laughter. I shot my head up from the redded striped summoning paper to see Izumo just an inch from dying of laughter. She was slightly crouched over with her purple twin tails hair falling and shaking in front of her. I could even see the formation of a tear because of how much she was laughing. Izumo was the most obvious of her amusement, but everyone else in the room beside the teachers was laughing as well. The thing that got me though was that Yukio who was looking away from me was slightly quivering and I could see the tiniest hints of a smile trying to form.

I gulped soaking in my embarrassment as I finally realized why they were laughing. In the heat of the moment, I had yelled the words and attracted everyone's attention to me. I was acting like I was some kind of big-shot professional, and I said some stupid words I came up with to make up a summoning chant. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks and I immediately dropped my eyes in shame as the laughter continued. After a few more seconds of laughter and my utter embarrassment, Professor Nehaus spoke up.

"That was a nice try. Alright then so we only have one tamer in this batch. As usual."

The professor was about to say something else when without warning Shima spoke

"Hey, professor what's that!" Shima exclaimed pointing at the ground, and everyone's eyes, including my own, followed his finger to what it was pointing at. We saw what he was pointing at and my eyes and probably everyone else's widened into saucers at what we saw on the floor. Before, the floor was emerald green but now there was a black pentagram seemingly burned into the floor. I jumped back in shock and I noticed that everyone even the teachers did the same.

"What...what is that!" Professor Nehaus said in an almost exact voice someone would use in a horror movie. It sent chills up my spine. These were highly trained Exorcist who had seen some of the evilest actions imaginable, but here they were freaking out. Whatever is happening I know it can't be something even remotely normal.

"Everyone we need to get out of here now!"

I glanced at who had ordered that trying to get us out of the room. However, before anyone could move the pentagram's burned lines lit up. But not any form of orange flame, but instead they were illuminated with sapphire blue flames. I heard gasps and audible gulps mostly from the group of three boys who seemed to physically pale at the sight of the flames.

All the other students began screaming and running towards the door. Even the teachers who had been fairly reserved seemed ready to drop everything and run out as well. Though still seems more worried about us students so he hadn't moved from his position yet. But neither had I. While everyone else was trying to leave and were utterly terrified of the blazing pentagram, I felt no fear I didn't even feel the heat of the flames even though I was barely three inches away from them. I felt completely calm, more than I had felt when I hadn't noticed the pentagram. The way the flames danced and flickered was mesmerizing, and they looked so beautiful. They looked like someone had gathered the purest form of blue imaginable, and set it ablaze. Then I felt a hand grab onto my shoulder and pull me.

"Come on Shiemi we have to go."

I was shocked at the sudden voice and looked up to see Yukio looking terrified and concerned. Literal pools of sweat forming on his face, and his eyes were wide as moons. He was trying to pull me towards the door, but I...I didn't want to go. I could feel it, almost like there was a string wrapped around my heart connected to the pentagram. But, it felt almost comforting and nice. I wanted to get closer, I wanted to see and experience whatever I was connected to. So, I refused to go.

"No, I can feel something. I'm not in danger."

I turned my attention back to the flames, but I can imagine Yukio's eyes exploding out of his head. He's going to have a real go at me later, but right now I don't care. I have to see what's happening.

"Yukio Shiemi hurry lets GO!"

I heard yelling at us to go, and I could feel Yukio intensify his efforts to pull me to the door. However, I strained against his grasp, I am not moving until I see what's pulling me. I've never been someone to be disobedient or outgoing with my wants, but this feels special. I can't just leave. I could hear Yukio about to say something else, but before he could I felt something. The string around my heart tightened and I could feel it pull something closer to me, and that's when I noticed him. There beyond the weakened wall of azure flames in the middle of the charred pentagram was a boy who could only be 16 smiling at us. He had messy bluish-black hair, painty elf-like ears, azure eyes with red irises, I could see his teeth from his smile and his incisors were like those of daggers. Though he was sitting I could tell he was around my height of 5'5 maybe 5'6. He was wearing simple enough clothes made of a loose blue hoodie and black jeans with white shoes. For the most part, he looked like a normal person, but I could tell he wasn't I could feel my connection leading me straight to him, and I looked at him. I look into his deep blue eyes, and for a moment everything else goes hazy. Only for a moment because I felt a jolt hit my heart, and the moment it did I noticed the boy's face slightly constrict. He felt it too. What in the world is going on, why am I suddenly getting these sensations, and who is this boy. Whose smile I growing every second before he speaks.

"So are you, my master?"

Rin POV

As the hours of the day ticked by moment by moment and I took several naps and contemplated the joys of being free of all responsibilities I felt a pull on my heart. Throughout the years of my life, I had seen and heard some things that could cause such a sensation. There were the bites of Marshic suckers, a few fruits from Ezmelda's garden, or curses. But then I heard it, the sound of a young girl speaking.

"Oh, demonic prince who is shrouded in Satan's embrace. I becon to thee, come forth, and obey my command. Come become my sword, and I as your welder."

I tug on my heart tightened and I could feel it nearly dragging me up towards the sky. Now that I was looking, floating about feet in the sky was a black pentagram, and whatever was pulling me was going straight to it. Oh, I see I've heard about this. From the chatter of demons and during the years when I was still being educated on the ways of demons. This was the pull of summoning, a human in Asiah is trying to summon me to be their familiar. The rope connecting my heart constricted even further, and with a mighty pull it lurched forward physically dragging me up onto my feet. Whoever is trying to summon me is quite unrefined, but their natural power is absurd.

When I was taught about the mechanics of humans summoning demons I had learned that the only way a human can summon is by using their natural life energy and converting it into a bond with a compatible demon. This was why when a demon is summoned they are almost always made slaves to the human that summoned them. However, the stronger the demon the more life energy is needed, and the less hold a human has over them. Which is why it is near impossible for a human to summon kin to my father. To satan the king of Ghenna and hell. To accomplish such a feat it would require a human to have never before seen life energy especially if they are summoning me. Interesting quite interesting.

I tense my muscles stopping the bond from yanking me into the pentagram. If I so desire I could easily disconnect this connection, but what's beyond this. Father commanded that I am not to leave Ghenna without his permission, but I've been stuck here for so long that I can barely remember what Assiah even looks like. Trapped to only experience this boring world full of demons who can only tremble in fear of me. Why should I be stuck here, it's not like anyone in Assiah could pose a threat to me, I am the crown prince and I have a right to decide what I want to do. Besides, I'll come up with a good excuse for father when I get back.

I loosen my muscles and I felt my feet lift off the ground as the connection between me and this mysterious summoner was given free rein, and just like that, I shoot up towards the pentagram, and right as I hit the glyph my world turns black. A blackness darker than the darkest ink. So dark that I could see nothing even with my abilities to see through almost all things. I floated in this endless world of darkness, unable to move and see anything, but then it all came rushing back. The world seemed to bleed back into existence as colors, sound, and humans entered my vision.

I was sitting on a green tiled floor surrounded by...blue flames. My blue flames, wait what. I didn't use those, why are they here. The flames then began to weaken preparing for their inevitable death. I have to find out the meaning of this, but at a later time, right now I have something more pressing. In front of me is a room of humans all of whom still seemed to not have noticed me, all except for a 15 or 16-year-old girl sitting in front of me.

The girl had fair skin, shoulder-length blonde hair that curled under her chin, and green eyes. She was wearing black shoes, a short pink skirt with a black belt, tight white thigh high stockings, and a white-colored shirt. She had a reasonable figure to accommodate her outfit, and she was around the same height as me. At first glance, she didn't have any outstanding features or obvious abnormalities but I could feel the connection around my heart pulse when I looked at her. I can tell she is the one who summoned me. She is my supposed tamer. Let's see how this place out, but first I should probably initiate a conversation because by the way she was acting she's probably going to take a million years before she opens her mouth.

"So are you my master?"

I smirked at her reaction when she jumped in surprise at me. It seems she still hadn't processed my existence yet. Interesting my master is a fool, but that's okay I can work with a fool. I'm the younger brother of one anyway. The other two humans who were still relatively close reacted in a similar fashion of backing away. Especially the boy with the brown hair and glasses, it looks like he's about to die from fear. The other human had backed away, but also pulled out twin silver pistols and was pointing them at me. They're probably filled with bullets coated in silver dangerous to many demons, but they will not affect me. He seems to be a trained Exorcist based on his attire and stance but he's probably somewhere in their middle ranks nothing special.

I turn back to the girl who still had not answered me. She still looked quite frightened, but I could tell she wasn't truly scared of me. Wait how in the world do I know that. Damn this bond, it's already trying to link me to my master on an emotional level. She has a natural talent for this, and I need to find out why. Once I know everything I need to know I'll kill her, but for now, I'll have to earn her trust and protect her. For a while at least.

"A A Are you m my summon?"

I glance at her again and the scarred face she had...is still there but now there seems to be something else. Almost like budding confidence or maybe a wanting, a hunger for something more. I felt my mouth smirk even more at the prospect of this human, so let's continue.

"I assume so. You're the only one that I'm connected with. Am I wrong?"

She blurted, "No no I don't think so."

Before I was able to respond the exorcist pointing his gun at me shouted to her.

"Shiemi that's impossible. To summon a humanoid demon to this extent is unheard of for someone your age."

So it appears her name is Shiemi quite useful information if I am to work for her, but the Exorcist is correct about that. She is quite special, and she doesn't even know it yet. The girl...I mean Shiemi looked at the man with a face full of shock and hesitation, but she pressed on.

"But I do think he is. No, I..I know he is, I can just feel it."

Oh, I get it now. This must be a class procedure to identify those who had summoner capabilities. Though they didn't know Shiemi here was a diamond in the rough. That man must be her teacher based on the way she talks about him, and this brown-haired boy and the students cowering beyond the room's door frame must be her classmates. The other grown man with the eyepatch that was with the rest of the students seemed to be the one responsible for summoning demons. The stench of Nehauses is like cologne on him, and another obvious sign was the fact that by his side was a low ranking naberius crouched at his side. Nothing special. That very same man was the next one to speak, and I could hear the obvious sounds of fear, apprehension, and hatred placed on words.

"We have to send him back. He's too dangerous to be allowed here!"

Shiemi looked at the man as though he had grown a second head and said, "wait please no. I don't think he wants to hurt us."

However the man wasn't listening, and with an aggressive flick of his arm, he silently commanded his summoned naberius to attack me through their bond. The naberius obeyed and leaped towards me in a mass of failing flesh, and oozing miasma. Once it was within striking distance it shot it's clawed hands at my chest aiming to rip it to shreds.

The moment its hands reached out to inflict damage upon me, in the blink of an eye my hand shot from my side and like a baseball player would grab a ball I grabbed its face, and without hesitation, I slammed the back of his head into the floor beneath us destroying the area of impact and shattering the demon into falling particles of demonic ash. Attacking me with such a weak demon is useless, I could take a thousand of them and not even move. I looked back to the man and saw him lunging for the summoning paper still in Shiemi's hands. He's trying to rip it and expel me back to Ghenna, but with his speed only slightly above the average human, I can easily stop him. So I do, with a casual flick of my hand the air was forced forward slamming into the man sending him slamming into the wall cracking it as he wades impact. I had controlled my strength to a great deal so I didn't kill the man but only temporarily incapacitated him. It wouldn't look good if the first thing I did was kill one of this...school's teachers.

A thick chill of silence swept through the room as my actions which only lasted the span of a second were processed, and all the humans began to realize the terror which I could inflict if I so chose. All the humans except for Shiemi who was still looking at me with a face not of fear but of uncertainty and what is that astonishment. Though she does not realize it yet she was impressed by my actions. Probably subconsciously proud that her summon was so strong, but I needed to make sure that it was obvious to everyone besides her that I am her summon. If not these exorcists might try to manipulate her into believing otherwise, and I can't have that. So, I'll swallow my pride for just a bit and show my natural loyalty which the bond has been begging for me to do. To submit to my master which a show of obedience. Let's go I guess.I

I stood from my position on the ground and walked closer to Shiemi earning a chorus of yells from all but the girl. Once I was within her arms reach I bent my right leg and kneeled before Shiemi in a show of absolute respect, loyalty, and submissives. To kneel is to subject yourself to a master, and even humans know of this which was why all the humans in the room exorcist and students stopped in their tracks and stared at the spectacle that I had initiated.

"My master I hereby do kneel and accept your lordship, may I be a strong and mighty blade to cut down your enemies, and a worthy shield to defend you from all threats. I do so swear this upon my life."

All that was obvious bullshit because for an oath like that to bind me other requirements must be met, but the humans don't need to know that do they. I look into my master's eyes and I could see the hesitation but understand within them. It looks like I've fully convinced her.

"Wait..P Please don't kneel. I don't want to be that kind of master."

"I apologize how can I correct my mistake."

"No you didn't make a mistake but I don't want you to be like that. I want you...to be my...friend. Please."

Gasp. that was the sound that resonated throughout the room. The bomb of Shiemi's proclamation had set off a torrent of shock and confusion through the humans, and I can understand why. The idea of having a demon as a partner and not a slave is at the best rare and in reality unheard of. But here she is a lone girl asking me a demon to be her friend. Why if I wasn't so dignified I might have given a slight gasp as well. A friend huh, I can use that.

"So you want me to be your friend master?"

She stared at me for a second and answered with a bit more conviction.

"Yes!"

I smiled, and said, "Of course I will master."

AN: Hey guys thanks for reading this chapter, and I hope you like it. If you did, please leave reviews and comments, and tell me what you taught. Please don't say stuff like this is trash. Instead, tell me what is wrong, and I will see what I can do for the next chapter. Also, I will be doing a Fairy Tail fanfiction along with this one, so check that out when it comes. I hope you all have a good day, and I can't wait to see you next chapter.

Edit: Thanks for reading this chapter again, and the following chapters are still under revision. I will place another edit when they are all complete. Probably.