A/N: If you don't like something I say regarding religion, please let me know. If I believe it would insult others, I will change it.

Candy strolled down the busy streets, glancing down at the piece of paper in her hand repeatedly. "Down…15th street for two blocks…" She looks at the street in front of her.

75th.

"Great…which way am I going?" She looked at the compass bracelet on her wrist. It pointed East. "I think I'm going the write way…" She muttered, trekking along.

Candy – born Clawdette Morose – was going to her new school. True Cross Academy. But first she had to stop off at a monastery to rest and say hello to a family friend. She still had a ways to go and it was getting dark. The first stars came out and Candy couldn't help but look for Mars. It was her favorite planet next to Venus. She couldn't find it yet, but he was sure she'd find it.

She stopped at another stop light and looked both ways down the road, seeing if there were any faces that were hanging around her too much. She sighed and moved on. So far she didn't see anything, except those annoying coal demons, she didn't remember the name of these things but she didn't care, she hated them. They were so annoying. Always bumping into your cheeks, it was so annoying.

"I gotta find this place…it's getting late…" She brushed her lilac/pink hair out of her face and scurried down the road faster, watching the streets signs go past.

54th.

53rd

52nd…

Father Fujimoto was making his rounds in the church. Blessing the Holy Water, sanctifying the grounds and telling the others what to clean. He was expecting a friend's daughter to stop by. But it was getting late and God help him if he let that girl leave this place in the middle of the night. It was too dangerous for her and he would not stand to see her possibly get hurt. Outside, the swarm of coal demons were becoming thicker around the church, nearly blocking out the street-lamps. They sensed something he didn't…yet.

Candy was now running at a dead sprint. The streets were empty and she felt she could run without bumping into someone. Although she had to zip up her hoodie multiple times she pressed on. Candy was never a good runner, often giving up after one block. She decided not long ago to get back into shape…or at least work on her cardio. She already had the lithe body of an athlete, just not the drive of one. She'd taken easy sports in school, like bowling and golf, things that didn't require running. She'd tried out for the basketball team once, but seeing one of the popular girls who had been tormenting her for a while, she dropped out to the dismay of the coach.

Back home, she would jog 3.7 miles a day at a local forest preserve, but never went more than that. She wanted to be that cute girl who'd jog by your house every day and make you think about her when she was gone. That was how she was, always wanting to be seen. She wanted all eyes on her (mostly from the men).

Her adoptive father, Father Hensen, had forbade her from this path, spouting off a lot of "Mary Magdalene" bull-crap. Candy was someone who believed Mary wasn't a whore, but a devote follower of Jesus who was shot down because she was favored. She wasn't religious, but she had some ideas on the Good Book.

Why did it say men can't lay together but nothing about two chicks getting it on?

Guess God was looking out for his sons. She laughed at the thought and slowed to a jog.

She was now at 17th street. She could see the large cross looming over some trees in the distance. She smiled and slowed to a gentle walk.

SCRRRRRCH!

"Oi! Watch it pal!" Candy yelled at the driver of a pink limo that had nearly run her down. The windows were tinted so she couldn't see into them but she decided it would be safe to go around the back of the car. She scowled at the driver's side window as she passed, hands clenched into fists and she stomped towards the back.

"Are you alright, dear?" A voice asked as the far window rolled down. Candy stopped and looked at the man. He had purple hair with a matching goatee and lazy looking eyes. "My apologies, I'm afraid my driver thought no one would be out this late."

Candy walked closer to the window and bowed respectfully. "It's no trouble, it's my fault. I didn't move fast enough when I saw the headlights."

"Such a sweet girl, may I offer you a ride? These streets are no place for a young girl to be wondering." He offered her.

"Thank you for the offer, but my destination is only two blocks away." Candy smiled.

"The monastery by chance?"

"Why…yes…how did you know?" Candy asked, taken aback by his knowledge.

"I know that place well. Please, I insist on escorting you the rest of the way." He said, opening the door for her. Candy's brain was screaming for her to run, but she felt the reassuring pressure of the mass and night-stick hidden in her hoodie.

"Well, you did nearly kill me." She said, slipping into the limo and taking a seat. The door closed behind her and the window was rolled up.

"Now, if I may inquire, what is a young girl like you doing out this late?"

"I'm visiting a friend of my father's before going to school." Candy said, smiling warmly.

"And what school is that? Rosemary Academy? Halaway Academy?"

"True Cross Academy, actually."

"True Cross you say? What a coincidence! I'm the director!" The man said as the car began moving. "You must be Clawdette Morose, it's so nice to meet you, my dear." The man said, offering his hand. "I'm Mephisto Pheles, and this is my younger brother." He said, pointing down the length of the limo. Candy shook his hand and looked to where he had gestured. Sitting at the far end of the limo was a young boy, maybe a few years older than her. She couldn't make much out other than he was pale, had lazy eyes like Mephisto and had a strange spike of hair on top of his head. The boy just sat there and stared at her. "Amaimon! Don't be rude! Say hello to our new student!" He said as the car stopped in front of the church.

"Hello." He said politely, unwrapping a pink lollipop and placing it in his mouth. "You'll be one of brother's students?"

"Yes, I suppose I will."

"Well, darling Clawdette, this is where we part ways." Mephisto said, opening the door for her.

"Thank you, sir, and, I prefer to be called Candy." She said, slipping out after saying good-bye to Amaimon.

"Bye-bye." Amaimon said, muffled by the lollipop as she stepped out of the car. "She seems nice." Amaimon observed as the door was closed.

"I do hope so, my school needs more kind students like her." Mephisto said, looking out the tinted window at Candy.

Her hair was a lilac hue with strands of blue running through it, like cotton candy. Her skin was milky white without a single blemish, like a marshmallow. The white and green hoodie she wore reminded him on a lime flavored candy-cane he had once enjoyed. The short brown plaid skirt she wore reminded him of chocolate and those knee high black socks made him think of licorice.

Amaimon placed his hands on the window and stared out at her. Mephisto had opened the window and told her he would wait until she was safely inside the church before he left, giving Amaimon more time to stare at her. As he watched she looked down both ways of the street, giving him views of both of her cheeks. She huffed and pressed the button again, tilting her hips to one side. Amaimon guessed she was scowling. Humans were so impatient.

"How could they not answer right away to such a sweet young girl?" Mephisto joked at her. Candy turned her head and smiled at the older demon.

"I'm not that sweet, maybe they know that." Amaimon crawled closer to the open window, peeking out to see her in full color and not through that murkie black glass. Candy seemed to notice him and smiled brighter, "don't worry about me, I'm tougher than I look." She told him.

"That may be, dear, but there are some unseemly creatures roaming the streets this time of night." Mephisto said, thinking she was speaking to him.

"And I got these." Candy said, unzipping her hoodie and pulling it out to the sides to reveal her private arsenal of mace, pepper spray, night-sticks and two tazers. "I don't fool around with my safety."

"I can see that, bravo, dear. You hold the place of most prepared woman I have ever seen. I tip my hat to you." Mephisto applauded. Candy blushed at the compliment, not noticing the boy behind her at the gate.

"Are you Clawdette?" He asked. The boy had a bandage on his cheek and one on his chin.

"Ah, yes, I am." Candy said, smiling at him as she zipped up her hoodie.

"The old man's been waiting, come on." He said kindly, opening the gate and letting her in, watching Mephisto warily.

"Well, dear Clawdette, I hope you will like my school! I shall be awaiting a visit from you on your first day." Mephisto said, waving to her as the limo slowly started driving away.

Amaimon struggled to get one more view of her face. He wanted to see her eyes better. But when she turned, a lock of that cotton candy hair obscured his view, and before he knew it she was gone from his view.

"Clawdette! It's so good to see you! Look how much you've grown!" Father Fujimoto complimented, pulling her into a hug.

"Hello, uncle, sorry I'm late." Candy said, embracing him back.

"What was that you were speaking to in that limo? Hopefully not some creep."

"Oh, no, uncle, he's the director of True Cross Academy, his driver almost hit me and- "

"WHAT?! He almost hit you!? I'll kill him!" Father Fujimoto raged, running to the door.

"Hey! Old Fart, quit it! She's fine, ain't she?!" The boy she met at the gate yelled.

Candy looked him up and down, taking into consideration what she already knew.

The son of Satan…

Candy had heard stories of him from her father. He was born of Satan, the most powerful demon… But he didn't look like a demon. Sure, she saw the fire in his eyes, yearning for a fight that so many demons had, but she saw nothing that could classify him as a demon spawn. She would have asked, but this boy didn't know anything about it.

"Dad, I got the guest room all set up for- oh, you're here." A younger boy said, coming form the other section of the church.

So this was the younger brother?

"Oh, yes, where are my manners? Rin, Yukio, this is Clawdette, the daughter of a close friend."

"Hey." Candy said, raising a hand and giving a peace sign.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, miss Clawdette." Yukio said, offering a hand. Candy took it and shook it.

"Please, call me Candy, everyone does."

"Whatever works for you." Rin said dully.

"Want I come over there and shove a brick up your-"

"Now now, children, let's be nice. Come, Candy, Rin made us dinner already."

Amaimon had broken away from his brother and was watching the church across the street. Mephisto had told him to stay at the academy but Amaimon wanted a better look at this girl. She peeked his interest and now he wanted to know more. He couldn't get to close to the church though, so he hovered not for from the church, searching the windows. He floated around the entire church, looking into every single window, but still he couldn't find her. Had she left earlier than expected? No, even she wasn't that stupid. Humans rarely went out alone, especially human females.

As he made a third loop around the church his eyes stopped on a window that had just brightened. Amaimon lowered himself down enough to peer in and sure enough, his Candy was there.

His Candy?

Why did he think that? He had only said three words to her.

The girl walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, placing a backpack on the counter by the sink. She looked into the glass and undid the pony-tail on eh rhead, letting her hair fall four inches past her shoulders. Her hair was slightly wild, with locks pointing every which way around her face. She smoothed it down, giving herself a pouting face to the mirror as she held it up with her hands.

Human females were so strange, making faces in the mirror. Was there some kind of spirit trapped in there they were trying to scare away? He didn't know. The girl put down her hair and laughed quietly to herself before unzipping her hoodie and letting it fall to the ground with a thud. She had said she had protection in there, but all Amaimon saw were some cylinders and some strange device with yellow lines and metal prongs at the end. How were these supposed to protect someone?

He had been so focused on the hoodie he failed to notice she had removed her shirt and stood there only in her bra and skirt. When his eyes traveled to her body, he grew more curious. Two coverings for her torso? Wasn't one enough? Though he was one to talk, he had on a shirt, vest and jacket. What was the purpose of this other covering? Was it some kind of armor? It didn't look like it; it was much smaller than the first and seemed to flimsy. What were those things inside it? Was it supposed to hold those things? Why would a human need something to hold part of their body? He'd have to ask brother later.

Clawdette, or Candy, cracked her neck and undid the buttons of her skirt, letting it fall down around her ankles. More coverings? Were humans so infatuated with keeping their bodies hidden they wore layers? What was the purpose of this piece of clothe? It was much small than the one on her torso, and when she turned he noticed it had no back to cover her bottom. What kind of garment was this?! Oh, wait, it did have a back, but it was so thin that it had fallen into the crack of her rear. Amaimon had heard stories of human children pulling on one another's underwear to give them a 'wedgy', perhaps she was a victim of this human custom. But she didn't seem disturbed by it. How strange females were.

In Gahenna, the female demons were considered lesser than males, and were primarily used to create more demons, though only the strong females were saved for this. The weak ones were killed shortly after birth, or even before.

He was lost in thought again and when he looked back she had removed the torso covering and was unzipping the backpack. His eyes were glued to her chest. What were those things? He had read about a sickness called 'cancer', which sometimes caused strange lumps to grow on the skin. Did she have cancer and those things were lumps caused by the illness. She didn't seem to care about them as she rubbed the space between them absentmindedly. Amaimon thought they looked especially strange now that he saw the strange pink circles in the middle of them. They were the color of bubblegum and to Amaimon looked like the sores on a victim of some horrible illness.

Poor girl, if she was this sick she wouldn't live longer than a few months at most.

Candy pulled out a large white clothe and pulled it over her head. A shirt. It look too large for her, reaching her knees easily. Amaimon was curious beyond belief. He wanted to get closer, but the closer he got to the walls of the church, the more his skin burned. The girl was now brushing her teeth and applying a strange substance to her face. Females had such strange customs, always saturating their skin in strange smelling oils and creams. Amaimon had heard it was a type of ritual used to make themselves more appealing to potential mates.

The girl was now packing her things away, opening the door to an irritated human male. He was around her age with dark blue hair and light blue eyes. He was telling her something but Candy simply waved him off, not bothering to close the door. The boy still yelled at her, apparently not pleased with the time she had been in the bathroom. Were they mates? Now, they had just met a few hours ago. Candy was ignoring the blue haired teen, packing her things away and straightening some items in her bag.

"Hurry it up! I gotta go, damn it!" Rin yelled, foot tapping impatiently.

"Keep being mean and I'll tell Fujimoto." Candy threatened, turning her back on him. She wanted to look out the window. If she was going to stay hear all night, she wanted to know if she could escape from here easily.

"Don't you walk away from me!" Rin yelled, reached for her upper arm. Candy rolled her eyes and turned to him fully, only for his hand to grip her breast.

Rin was frozen, looking at where his hand had landed. Candy looked down too, so far no emotion on her face. Rin, being a boy and a teen, could not resist the opportunity to give a squeeze. His face was a shade of red that would put a tomato to shame. Candy finally looked up, her face unreadable and he gave a second squeeze. "U-uummmm…"

"Don't worry, hon, I know just what to do now." Candy winked. Rin opened his mouth to say something when Candy let out a piercing shriek. "UNCLE!" Within seconds Father Fujimoto was outside the bathroom, looking frantic to see what was happening to his young guest, only to stop upon seeing his sons hand on her breast. Candy had put on a face that read sadness on worry, tears brimming.

Rin looked from her to his father and back, trying to piece together what was going on…until Fujimoto wrapped an arm around his neck and strangled him. "YOU DARE TOUCH A YOUNG WOMAN IN MY HOUSE?! AND AN HONORED GUEST AT THAT?!"

"It *gah* was an *achk* accident!" Rin gasped out, trying to escape.

Fujimoto exited his fury long enough to smile at Candy, "Clawdette, why don't you go to bed? It's getting late and you'll need your sleep."

Candy sniffed and grabbed her bag, "yes, uncle.." She muttered, leaving the bathroom, leaving the two men to fight, a devious smirk on her face.

Amaimon laughed and popped a lollipop in his mouth, flying over the church. That girl was fun. Perhaps brother would let him play with her next time.

Ok, people, this is a new story I'm starting since I just got into Blue Exorcist, and I am now in love with Amaimon (dare I say I loe him more than Jack Frost and Soul Eater? Le gasp!) Any way, I just wanna say that I'm not in the least bit religious, so if I mess up on something, and or I say something in this story about religion that offends you, I apologize. I respect peoples beliefs no matter how strange they seem to me (Just saying but it throws me off when my mom takes me to church and their "Eating the body of their savior and drinking his blood" I respect their beliefs but I don't wanna really join.

So, if you are DEEPLY offended, then please, let me know, if you seem exceedingly distressed over something, I will change it since I don't want anyone to be uncomfortable with my stories, so just bare with me.

And please, don't try to preach to me about the importance of religion, if it works for you, great, but I'm not religious and don't like people trying to convert me, so just let me know what you think and if I must (like if I get a quote wrong or I insult your religion) I will change it.