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Satan

I lived in a stone house that was three stories high. Four if you included the basement. It was kind of gothic, complete with gargoyles. Don't look at me, I didn't ask for the house. But it was the cheapest place I could find where I could let three little boys run rampant. And that brings us to the subject of my sons. Mephisto and Amaimon were both born to the same mother, a complete nut job named Lamia who dyed their hair purple (Mephisto) and green (Amaimon) before I could even raise a finger. Permanently. Anyway, Mephisto was 5 and Amaimon was 3. Lamia was my long-time girlfriend since I was sixteen but she broke up with me after Astaroth was born a couple months after Amaimon. Poor kid, he inherited my naturally gray hair. Well, I don't know if I necessarily felt bad about cheating on Lamia. Like I said, she was a complete nut job. Astaroth was born to my other girlfriend (also crazier than most mental institute patients). I mean, who names their kid after a seriously fucked up demon in the Bible. Besides my parents. And Lamia. I guess it must run in the family. And in all honesty, I didn't mind raising the three of them on my own. They were all good kids.

However, now I was getting a little bit fed up with them.

"Daddy! Daddy! Are we gonna see that pretty lady again?" Mephisto asked excitedly, plopping down on his bubblegum pink stool.

All four of us were in my square, very gray kitchen. It had everything a kitchen should have and one extra oven. But that was okay with me. I love to cook. Astaroth was sitting on the kitchen rug and drawing something with his crayons. Amaimon was feeding treats to his pet hamster- Behemoth.

"No, we are not going to see Miss Yuri again," I said, chopping up strawberries on a white cutting board.

"But if you saved her from a dragon that means it's true love!" Astaroth piped up. I had probably let him watch too many Disney movies.

"I did not save her from a dragon and I am NOT in love with her, nor will I ever be!" I growled with probably too much force than was necessary.

"I thought she was pretty…" Amaimon added, stroking the yellow-furred hamster.

Where are my kids getting these strange ideas of beauty? I thought, throwing the strawberries in the bowl with the rest of the fruit salad. It wasn't like she was ugly or anything; she was just plain. Not stunningly beautiful in any way, shape, or form.

"It would be best if you three forgot all about Miss Yuri. We are not going to ever see her again," I said, taking the bowl into the dining room.

I returned a minute later and looked down expectantly at them. "Okay?"

Mephisto sighed and answered for his other brothers as well as himself. "Okay, Daddy."

I smiled slightly and handed them all each a colorful, plastic plate. Mephisto had chosen pink, Amaimon had picked green, and Astaroth had selected a dark red. Each plate had a grilled cheese on it. Normally, I would have cooked something else but I was tired tonight and I had a long day at work tomorrow.

I was a car salesman to the people of True Cross. And before you go and make some judgment about my morals, let me tell you this. I knew a hell of a lot about cars. For instance, the dealership I worked for had priced an actually amazing car very low. I sold it to a little old lady who looked like she really needed the thing. And on the other hand, this wealthy asshole came in looking for some exotic, fancy thing. I sold him a shit car that was priced astronomically high. He came in a few days later complaining about how poorly it ran. "But look at it this way," I said, "When people see you driving that car they will know how rich and successful you are. There's no way you'd see a little old lady driving a car like that," I told him. Needless to say, I successfully coerced him into keeping the car. Bad connotations aside, it's a good job and I don't mind the work. To tell the truth, I actually enjoy it quite a lot.

"Is Shura coming over tomorrow?" Mephisto asked through a mouthful of grilled cheese.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," I reprimanded him, "And yes."

Shura Kirigakure was my kids' babysitter. She was okay, I guess. To be truthful, she didn't wear enough clothes and she drank too much. But she was a good person and a good babysitter.

"Maybe she'll play games with us!" Astaroth said excitedly, wiping off his milk mustache.

I smiled and laughed slightly. "Yeah. You haven't played Taboo with her yet, have you?"

Our conversation carried much this way until I glanced up at the clock. It read 7:15. I stood up and started to clear away the plates. "Go get ready for bed, you three. I'll come up to say good night in a minute."

Amaimon dashed into the kitchen and picked up the green hamster ball with Behemoth inside. He flashed me a huge, happy smile and shot up the stairs with his brothers.

I chuckled to myself and put the plastic plates in the sink and the other dishes in the dishwasher. I switched the dishwasher on and then started up the stairs. I could take care of the other dishes tomorrow. Our stairs were carpeted with a pale blue carpet that I had taken a particular liking to. The house had three bedrooms and even though Mephisto could have opted for his own bedroom, he wanted to share a room with his little brothers. I stepped inside and looked around. Mephisto and Amaimon shared a bunk bed and Astaroth had a loft bed on the other side of the room. But of course, little boys do not want to go to bed at 7:30. So they were sitting on the floor in their pajamas, playing with their toys.

"Bed," I said in an exhaustion that can only be known to parents.

"But Daaaaddy! I'm not tired!" Astaroth complained, cuddling a large stuffed animal of a black fuzzball. Apparently it was some kind of Japanese spirit called a Coal Tar.

"Don't care. Go to bed."

With varying amounts of rebellion, I eventually got all three into bed. I switched on the white shaded lamp on one of the small tables.

"Good night, boys," I said, smiling slightly.

"Good night, Daddy!" they chorused.

I stepped outside and closed the door behind me. By now, all thoughts of Yuri had completely disappeared from my head.

Yuri

Shiro had told me to avoid Satan at all costs. And trust me, if I wasn't such a philanthropist- I would have! But Dad's always telling me to help the less fortunate- that's why we do food and clothing drives at his church. And Satan couldn't be more than five years older than me and he had three kids! Three adorable, sweet kids! It had to be difficult to support all three of them and himself. Which is why, against my better judgment, I went out and bought things I thought three little boys would want and need. And that's why I showed up at his house a couple days after our encounter in the snow.

Sending little puffs of white steam into the air as I trudged up to his house, I rang the doorbell. For a minute, nobody answered.

"Maybe he's not home…" I said quietly.

But lo and behold, the door swung open and I was staring into the face of the Devil for the second time this week. Well, not the literal Devil. This time, I couldn't help but notice that he was, in a sense, handsome. Long, silver bangs framed his face with the rest of his hair pulled back into a ponytail at the base of his head. Eyes like sparkling sapphires glared down at me. Wait. GLARED?!

"What the hell are you doing here? And how did you find me?" he asked suspiciously, leaning in the doorway.

"There aren't that many Satans in the phonebook!" I retorted. Suddenly I didn't care anymore if he did have very nice, lean muscles or such a tall and slim form.

His gaze traveled down to the large cardboard box I was holding in my thin arms. "What's that? Are you delivering Girl Scout cookies?" he asked, smirking.

Even though it was below freezing outside, I could feel my face getting hot. "No, I'm not! I came here because I wanted to help you! You're not that much older than me and you have four people to support! That must be really hard!" I exclaimed.

His eyes widened. "Did you… buy me stuff, shrimp?"

"Well, I bought your kids stuff," I muttered, embarrassment beginning to kick in.

"There's no need to treat me like a charity act," he growled and was about to slam the door in my face when someone shouted: "WAIT!"

A girl with magenta hair and bleached blonde bangs bounced to the door. She was a very… uh, full-figured individual. She punched Satan in the shoulder. "Don't be an ass, Satan. This nice girl is trying to help you! You can't just slam the door in her face. Now, invite her inside and make her a nice cup of hot chocolate."

Satan looked like he would rather throw himself into a pit of snakes than invite me inside and make me a cup of hot chocolate. He sighed and stepped inside. "Okay. Come on in, Yuri."

I stepped into the warmth of his home happily and looked around. It was quite a nice house. The front door opened onto a living room in which his three sons were playing with action figures on the rug. I smiled brightly at them.

"Hey, there. I'm Shura Kirigakure. What's your name?" asked the girl.

I blinked and turned to her. "I'm Yuri Egin! Thank you for rescuing me out there!"

She laughed. "No problem."

Then it hit me. This woman was Satan's GIRLFRIEND and probably the MOTHER of at least one of his sons. "S-so… how do you know Satan?" I asked. Even though all the signs were right there, I didn't want to believe that Satan had a girlfriend. I had no idea why.

"Oh, I babysit his kids while he's at work," she explained.

I laughed and felt a wave of relief wash over me. "Oh, okay! For a minute, I thought you might be his girlfriend!"

She made a gagging noise. "No way! He is SO not my type!"

At that moment, Mephisto looked up and noticed me standing there with Shura. "PRETTY LADY!" he cried, rushing over to me.

Astaroth and Amaimon looked up as well and they were soon hugging my legs as well.

I giggled. "Hi, guys!"

"Daddy said we wouldn't see you again!" Amaimon told me, speaking to me for the first time.

"Well, here I am!"

They were so cute. Mephisto wore a pair of white sweat pants and a big pink hoodie. Amaimon was dressed in green footie pajamas with a candy pattern. And Astaroth had on an oversized red flannel shirt that looked like a dress on him. I ruffled their hair in turn and tried not to think about how Mephisto and Amaimon ended up with interestingly colored hair.

"I brought presents!" I trilled, walking to the single brown sofa and plopping down. I laid the cardboard box on the floor and they began to swarm over it.

Shura sat down next to me and I noticed Satan leaning against the far wall.

We watched them take out all the things I had bought. Toys, picture books, crayons, stuffed animals, movies, coloring books, stickers. I think I had covered all the bases.

Shura clapped me on the back. "Damn, Egin! You sure are sweet!"

I laughed nervously. "Well, I think it's important that such cute kids have everything a little boy could want," I stammered.

"Yeah, thanks," Satan said quietly, crossing his arms. His normally pale cheeks were tinted red.

I smiled brightly up at him. "You're welcome! It's my pleasure!"

When I went home that night, with Satan's number tucked in my pocket, my dad asked me why I looked so happy.

"Well, Dad," I said, "I think I may have made a new friend today."

But then again, he could still be a bastard. Only time would tell.