A/N: This story is a really good release for me...

Calciver: Okay, moving on. Bold = speaking in Latin

Satan's Assignment

Daily Fun Fact about Hell: Latin is ingrained in your brain as soon as you set foot on the ashenground. You think that's a good thing with it being a dead language and all that shit, but it's fucking weird. Do you know how messed up it is to suddenly know a language you've fucking heard before and know it as well as Sicilian slang?

It's Creepy! Almost as creepy as that goddamn top hat wearing, potato language speaking freak that stalks around this house like a fucking child molester. I'll poison that fucker's food one of these days...

The battered boys simultaneously plopped down in identical chairs that were next to each other. Their breakfast consisted of an omelette, a small piece of fruit, and a glass of milk. For Lovino, his omelette was extra spicy with garlic, red pepper, pepper, onions and bell peppers and of course his fruit was the classic, ruby red tomato. Arthur on the other hand, his omelette consisted of spinach and cumin and his fruit was a ripe blood orange.

. Satan, herself, was just silently nibbling on a crisp red apple, taking short quick glances at her younger siblings. Despite all their differences in their backgrounds, mannerisms, races and ages this atypical family was quite close knit and simply adored lovely shades of red. Maybe it was demon thing, the thirst for blood being slightly curbed by those shades since their blood lust wasn't as hard to control as it was for lesser demons. But it also helped having a few drops of demonic blood mixed in with the omelettes too.

After the trio finished their breakfast with a little difficulty- Arthur using his less dominant hand and Lovino's stinging jaw- the boys sat in silence waiting to be dismissed.

Luci stood behind them with a smile plastered on face. It was not one of her usual smiles though. It had something rather sinister lying behind it as the gears were greased and began to turn, forming a scheme that was anything that was saintly.

YANK!

"Motherfucking! / Bloody Bitch!"

Arthur and Lovino spit curses and hisses when they had their weakness pulled so mercilessly. It was bad enough that they were sore from their previous fight, but harming their tails was just being plain sadistic. That appendage was off limits despite how dirty their fights got. These boys weren't masochists by any means, but that stop their elder sister from enforcing a little pain every once in awhile. Well, this is Satan we're talking about.

"What did you break?" Her tone was soft and pleasant to average idiotic demon, but after living with with her for so long Lovino and Arthur knew damn well that Hell's wrath was upon them.

Giving both her brothers another by their abused tails, Luci repeated firmly, "What did you break?"

"Bookshelf."

"Blood on the carpet, his wrist."

Both let a sigh when their tail were released from Satan's vice grip. Lovino held it close to chest, brushing the fluff of fur that puffed out at the end of his tail. He glared heavily at his supposedly loving sister. She knew damn well that he hated having his tail messed with do to the fact that that damn clown loved to tease him about it since was rather odd looking compared to the other tails in Hell.

Speaking of that damn clown, he had decided to make himself known at this very moment by appearing in the dining room with a puff a smoke and a few words in the German tongue. He wore his usual outfit, cane and all, and his body was bent over into a bow as he tipped his hat. "What a wonderful morning it is, my King." Mephisto's green eyes spoke of mischief and his tone was just the same.

Lovino nearly hurled. As much as the Italian hated him he couldn't help but hate his color even more. Green, a horrid eye color and Lovino was positive that he'd hate that eye color for the rest of his days.

"Now you know better, Samael," Luci said while taking the man's gloved hand. "It's Luci when we're at home. But yes, today is wonderful." She took his other hand and the two demons gave each other matching grins. With their hands clasp together, they began to dance and spin in circles like merry little girls. Very disturbing little girls that is.

"Today will be glorious!"

"Fantastic!"

'What the fuck?!'

Now the boys were afraid that Hell had frozen over and the man upstairs had sent angels to pillage Hell for all it's worth. It was normal for Luci and Mephisto to act extra mischievous around each other, but never had Arthur and Lovino laid eyes on the two them just flat out go ringing around the rosie, exclaiming how great of a day it was when the day had barely started.

This was some scary, messed up shit.

Unclasping their hands, Luci states, "Oh I do believe we've traumatized them, my dear Samael."

Mephisto doesn't respond, but instead walks over to Lovino and leans in real close. Too fucking close that is. Lovino nearly swipes him across the face, yelling, "Get the hell out of my face, clown bastard!" The Italian only gets an amused smile in return.

The lone blonde snickers at their exchange, receiving a glare from the younger. "Now love, your hostility is not needed this early in the day." Arthur trails off as a shiver runs down his spine. Those some green eyes were now boring into the side of his head as the older demon was right behind him, the gap between them only an inch. Pale, the once confident Englishman ran to stand next to his brother.

'What a fucking hypocrite.'

Mephisto ceased his creepiness as his King cleared her throat. "I think that's enough." She was so glad that the demon wasn't like his brother who did that tongue thing. But his addiction to anime collectables... Well that was a story for another day.

Luci continued coolly, "Last night I received a very important message. Usually when I receive a message from them it ends up being rather unpleasant, but this time it was different. And I think you'll enjoy it, so Samael if you will."

"Anything for you, Luci." The demon clown then once again took his hat off. He aimed the oversized accessory at the wall as light more at out. The thing had become some sort of strange projector, Lovino noted as the video started*.

Bright honey colored eyes filled the screen before moving back to reveal a familiar face. "Hello? Is this thing on? It is?" Fratello? "Ve~." Yeah, that's the airhead. "Hello fratello, it's me, Feli. It's been a long time since I talked to you, but with me up here and you down there it's a little hard. Heaven's very pretty though and even Grandpa Rome's here! Eh? Assignment? Oh, please don't be mad fratello, but I made a deal with God. When we were alive you never seemed very happy, so I wanted to give you a second chance at life. The deal is that you have to find your someone whose 'soul cannot be tainted be even the most wicked creatures'. In other words your true love like in the movies! But you only have a year to do it, so hurry to earth. I really just want you to be happy fratello."

Lovino stared wide eyed at his sister as he processed the information. Deals? Second Chance? True Love? His jumbled thoughts were abruptly interrupted when he hears Arthur say, "There's a catch, isn't there?"

"Of course. In addition to that, you two will be Reapers."

Pointing at their youngest sibling, Kirkland stammered, "T-Two? I thought this was his mess to clean up."

"The assignments apply to both of you, Artie. Not the finding your true love, but helping your brother and reaping the souls of the living." Luci then teased, "But you can fall in you if you'd like." Thus acid green eyes began to twitch furiously.

Lovino then put his hand up in defiance and disbelief. He stated, going over the facts, "Let me get this straight: You're saying I have go to earth, fall in love with some random person, and become a grim reaper. What kind of fuckery is that?!" The Italian seriously felt like ripping his hair out at this point because he feels- no is very passionate about how he just got fucked over. And to make things worse it was his brother. It's quite ironic though. The thought of being fucked over by an angel that's giving you a second chance at life and all.

Mephisto chiming in just the hell of it did not help the delicate situation either. "Angel of Death, Grim Reaper, Death God, Reaper... Whatever you want to call it..." 'How about we call it hide and go fuck yourself.'

However and thankfully, Luci quickly interjects by pushing him out the way. "Once a contract is made with him it cannot be undone. Your brother knew that when he made it."

Lovino then retorted, "Then what about the reaper business? My brother didn't say a damn thing about that."

Satan looks around sheepishly, before stating, "I threw that in as a bonus. Look, we're short on Angels of Death and I thought you two would be the best demons for the job." She then muttered, "Plus, if I only sent one of you then you'd definitely mess it up."

Her younger siblings sent her fierce death glares that promised a great deal of torture, but it did very poor job of intimidating her. Instead she just clapped her hands together, signaling Mephisto to her side. The demon twirled his cane around in his hand, waiting for his devilish instructions.

Lovino huffed, biting back the worst of demonic curses, and addressed his elder in a strained tone. "What now Luci?" He ignored Arthur's petty protests and basically demanded for Satan to give him her worst. Not the smartest thing to do, but it's not like he would die from it.

Sinful smile curving her lips upward, she says, excited, "Why I'm glad you asked, little brother. Now all we need is some magic and your scythe." She turned her attention to her other brother. "Artie, you wrist should be healed by now, right?" He gives her a small nod, shooting her a questioning look. "Good so now I need you to transfer half your magic to him."

Kirkland blinks, before looking at Luci as if she had lost her mind. "My magic?," he states. "I think you've let Hell get a little cold if you think I'm going to give him my magic. I know he's my brother and all, but you have seriously gone mental-"

Poor little Englishman, at least that's what two parties in the room thought. Mephisto had stalked over to Arthur, surprising unnoticed, bond his hands together behind his back and began to drag him by his collar to the other room. Arthur screamed and kicked, but a castor without his hands was useless against any demon. (Get your bloody hands off me, you pedophile!) Especially Satan's right hand demon.

Luci had also grabbed Lovino and led him to the other room. The room was completely bare save for the circle that was drawn in the middle of it. The boys were pushed into the now glowing circle as Luci began to recite the words in her ancient demonic tongue.

"Neither black or white

That is the grey witch's magic

Tipping the balance of Heaven and Hell's fight

The castor's destined to be tragic

But to share the travesty with another

To bare the grey light

By the Artemis Flames that bond them brothers

Divide the curse, divide the castor's mite!"

There was a bright flash as light as the spelled completed itself. Lovino blinked as his eyes became accustomed to the room's natural light. He did a once over, checking himself for any injuries or differences, but surprisingly found none. The only thing really noticeable about the process was that it was painless.

Quite satisfied with her work, Luci undid the blondes bindings just as be again blowing his top. "How dare you? I can't believe that you had the audacity to rob me of my magic!"

She bites back though. "I did not steal your magic. I let him borrow it. Now you'll be able to use it fully as long as you two are together. Also you shouldn't need him because it's very rare that you use a speaking spell." She then dictated, "So your best bet is to stay out of trouble."

Arthur just grumbles some incoherent words in response. Satan turned her attention her youngest sibling who says, "I don't feel any different."

"You shouldn't, but how about you give it a snap to change clothes."

Looking down at his clothes (real demons don't wear outfits), the Italian couldn't help but agree. Though there's no official dress code of Hell as there is Heaven, most of it's citizens wore tunics, some preferring a nice dress, with either pants or leggings underneath. But there was one rule that they abided by and that was to never wear white. Reason being that it reminded Luci too much of her day as angel.

Lovino gave a small, barely audible snap. A snap that absolutely nothing. Rolling acid green orbs, his elder sibling said, "It's got to be a quality snap, love."

Another snap was given and snickers ensued. Lovino looked down at his attire and saw a pale pink yukata with characters on it over his red tunic. Growling, he threw the ridiculous thing off only to have Mephisto run off with it, ranting something about the "Honey Sisters"*.

Lovino gave it another trying to image what teens wore these days. Thankfully, he ended up in a pair of faded dark jeans, equally dark converse sneakers and a plain red t-shirt. Luci gave an small round of applause while Arthur gave an approving nod.

Satan then whispered in the Englishman's ear, causing him to put up another petty protest, but reluctantly agree. He snapped his fingers, creating a puff of grey smoke, and becoming one of the most adorable things that the Italian had laid his eyes on. Not that Lovino would ever admit that his brother, the tyrant Kirkland, would be anything remotely cute. That's just really freaking wrong, according to his logic.

But yes, Arthur Kirkland was reduced to a small, very cute humanoid bunny. A bunny with long floppy ears, big eyes, and a little cotton tail. It's not that he particularly hated this formed since he used it a lot as child, but now it was just plain humiliating. "Are you happy now, Luci?" he asked in a high childlike voice that was clearly irritated.

"Very," she states while picking him up. "Don't worry Artie, all that he has to do to change you back is count to three in Latin and snap his fingers." She then handed him to Lovino.

Luci quickly conjured up a scythe. The blade was a curved, shining silver and the long handle's color resembled of her raven locks."Now boys there are a few things you need to know." She motions towards the scythe. "First this is not a toy, so I don't want to get messages about this being used as a gardening tool. This is a reaping tool, used to reap ghosts and those who are about to pass on. A slash across the neck will do it, so no overkill. You are to carry it all times and so you won't attract attention from those who are mundane to our existence it can retract to the size of charm on a key chain. Secondly, even though you be temporary alive, your tails are still visible, so hide them.

Luci then went to explain why exposing themselves to humans and playing tricks on those how are extremely religious would be a bad idea. She then gave them a warning about using their magic a lot. Lastly, she handed Arthur a slip of paper with the address of the place that they would be staying at.

Opening the portal to the world of the living, a sudden realization hit her. She states quickly, "Oh, and even though you're demons you can still die. Not as easily as a human would but if you were to die the same way that you did the first time, got gravely wounded by an angel, hunter, or other demon, or fell from a death defying height. The first minute in the world of the living grants you invisibility, so use it wisely." She nudges them through the portal, yelling, "Good luck and try not to die!"

Mephisto, who just happened to pop back in the room, raised a skeptical eyebrow. "One minute? Don't you mean ten seconds."

"Oh well, but I think they'll be just fine."

They wore matching sinister smiles.

A/N: Another chapter up! You know I like how even with their sibling rivalry that Arthur and Lovino are bittersweet towards each other.

*A lot of weird shit has been seen to come out of that hat, so why not a projector.

* Inspired by that episode where Amaimon had it yanked off him and Mephisto dressed up as a pink samurai.

Calciver: Why are you so happy?

Me: I just saw Rise of the Guardians and I'm so crushing on Jack Frost!

Calciver: *sweat drops* You fall for any dude with silverish, white hair.

Me: Do not! *begins to delete history*

Shira: Toshiro Hitsugaya, Kokuto, Zero Kiryu, Kakashi Hatake, Chika, Iceland, Soul Evans, Undertaker, Isana Yashiro...

Me: Shiro is just super cute, so he should be on the bishi/ clueless uke list. Now if you want a K boy- *drools over Mikoto who sounds/ looks like freakin' SEX in english and japanese*