The air smelled of lemon because of the twins amazing cleaning skills. The scent was strong in my nostrils but I knew in only a few seconds, it would smell of sweat and possibly blood. I anticipated the outcome of this and I worked myself, tooth and nail, to get better at my abilities.

The arena was right between the basement and the actual estate. This room alone took the whole floor. The room was all grey and made of concrete but in a sense it wasn't gloomy, it gave motivation to whoever walked in, or at least it gave me the strife to kick Claude's ass. I stood at one side of the room while my superior stood on the other side. We stared at each other for a few minutes then grew a wicked smile.

"Why don't you change? I'd hate to ruin such a pretty dress on you." He flattered.

"Think I can't beat you in a dress?" I asked him with my arms crossed.

"Oh I know you can't." I glared at him then mentally thanked Alois for putting a bathroom in the room just in case. My clothes that I used for training was always in there inside of a cabinet. I took them out quickly and got dressed, leaving the gown hanging against a wall. I came out with shorts and a tin strapped shirt. Claude eyed me with a brow lifted.

"Let's get started shall we?" I put my hand out to him. He crouched down then flew at me. The battle had begun.

We raced to each other with brute force, colliding into one another with a huge crash. I fell back into the wall, leaving a giant whole. I yelped in pain, feeling my ribs break but I pushed my body back up and twirled away when Claude threw a punch at my face. I made it just in time and flipped backwards. He spun around with a fist and this time I caught it. Claude was incredibly strong and I never would have imagined him with this kind of strength. We started training about a week or two after I first arrived to the estate. At first, I was terrible at fighting against someone or anyone actually; after Claude's expertise in combat, I've gotten so much better.

When I caught Claude's fist, I spun him around so his back was to me and I kicked him harshly to the wall. He crashed and made a bigger hole than I did. I didn't have time to catch my breath so instead I punched him square in the face. I hit him hard enough to watched blood spur out of his mouth, I probably broke a tooth.

My breathing was heavy as I took a few steps back to keep my distance from him but that closed quickly when he ran back to me and grabbed me by my neck. I held my breath and felt my whole body lift up in the air. He chuckled and threw me to the farthest wall and in seconds between the impact and the throw, I crossed my arms in front of me and landed head first into the concrete wall. I winced at the pain and tasted that metallic flavor in my mouth.

Blood was dripping from the top of my head, falling down the side of my face. I gulped my spit and ducked under his arm when he struck at me. I shifted behind him, seeing sweat poor down his face and a very focused look on where he was going but he didn't see me move that fast. I grabbed him by the back of the neck and slung him towards the ground with an explosion around us, breaking in a gigantic hole.

I held him by the neck and tried keeping him there but he swept under my legs, kicked me clean into the air and flipped me over so that I was the on the ground. I wailed my arms and legs to get a hit but he was so fricken heavy! Struggling and grunting got me nowhere and whenever I finally got an inch or even a centimeter away, he would push himself closer to me until he was only inches from my face and one knee would be right in between my legs, moving up.

"So…ready to give up?" The demon whispered lustfully into my ear with a hint of over confidence. I grimaced and tried to move up, hopefully to push him off but he would shove me back down and my gasped breathing didn't make it easier. I realized that I wouldn't be able to get up with the way he was holding me down. My frown deepened.

"What were the terms?" He chuckled and picked me up into his arms, walking out of the room. Glancing at the destroyed arena, I knew the twins would have a very hard time fixing this room but then again, they were demons also so they might get it done faster than I expect. Once we started up the stairs to the estate, I grimaced and crossed my arms as if I was 17 again.

"So for the terms of the bet, I was thinking-" I groaned to purposely interrupt him. He smirked at me and continued. "It's simple, don't worry. It won't be anything that would provoke you to rip my head off and burn my body to ashes." We entered a room that was used to for medical emergencies. Claude sat me down and cleaned up the blood on my face. The good thing about being a demon was that I rarely had any headaches or spins anymore and my healing process only took a few minutes rather than days.

He dabbed a piece of cloth, soaked in alcohol on my face and it didn't sting a lot either so I just waited patiently for him to finish. He was incredibly gentle with me when he told me to lift my shirt up and reveal my stomach. I was covered in bruises and cuts. He wiped that up quickly and about an hour later, he was at the sink, washing the materials. I thanked him and leaned my back on the counter next to him.

"So what is your request?" I asked him curious but he only smirked and continued on cleaning; I rolled my eyes. He looked at me then leaned closer to me.

"Kiss me." He said softly. I blinked harshly then the blurry colors took over my vision but it returned back to normal quicker than I could blink again.

"Kiss you?" I asked again to be sure that I heard what he wanted. He nodded and grabbed my hand, pulling me into him while gripping my chin hard towards his face.

"That's all I want." A hand wiggled its way around my waist, locking me against him; my eyebrow lifted up. His fingers made sure I couldn't move away from him but anyway a deal was a deal.

No matter how many different ways I looked at it, he would always be taller than me. I lifted myself up on my toes and pressed my lips gently to his; he wasted no time in responding to me. His grip loosened on my chin and eventually let go but now both hands were around my waist, holding me to him.

His lips were so warm and it tasted of something that smelled wonderful but I could never make out. My hands were resting on his chest, hearing his lustful moan when he tried pushing his tongue into my mouth. I stopped him short and pulled back to see a very unhappy demon. I giggled and got out of his hold.

"You never did say we would go that far." I walked out of the room and headed straight for my own with a victorious smile and a happy attitude.