A/N: Sooo….I know I said Tuesdays.

Yeah. Not anymore. I'll probably actually move the day to Sunday or Saturday (probably Sunday) because with school I have so much homework to do now. I may also move this series to every other week, starting with the next story.

Speaking of, I'm running out of stuff to run with for this story. Meaning that I have no content. I have a plan for the next story, and this one still has so much more info to get through. I have a plan. Most of you will be angry, but honestly, I want to start on the next one.

I'm not dropping this series or this story. I won't do that. Just so you guys know. But yes. If I go through with this plan, this story will have about three to four more chapters left.

And I am really really sorry this is so late. I was sick on Tuesday and I've been really really busy recently.

But, regardless, enjoy the chapter!

Lovino's POV

I fucking hate school so much. There is just about no reason for me to be in this fucking school anyway. The American school system just sucks ass so fucking much.

I hate it. I really fucking do.

And this school, Pacific Academy, is just so fucking weird! What school has three different sections to it?! An asylum included? What the ever loving hell?

"Lovi, you need to focus!" Ah, can it, you damned tomato bastard. "Lovi, are you listening?"

"Shut up, Antonio."

"You need to focus and actually try, Lovi."

I glare at him. "Why is that? I'm fit." Of course, I say this as I struggle to lift something that weighs 25 pounds.

"But not fit enough to fight demons." Dammit, he noticed.

And this is another thing I hate with a passion at the moment. Demons. Antonio and literally everyone else in the house (except Feli) has been bothering me about this for a long fucking time. It's pissing me off! They're seriously insisting I can sit there and fucking kill these things. Really?! What fucking drugs are these people on?!

I roll my eyes. "Whatever, Antonio."

Antonio, in turn, grimaces, something that is very out of character for him. "You do know that people will be coming for you, right? You have to be ready."

I glare at him and walk away from where he is standing. "Lovi?! Where are you going?"

"Away."

The thing I like about study halls is I can do just about anything I fucking want. "May as well research." I mutter to myself.

I grab a laptop from the back counter and type in one word, or rather one name, in the search bar.

'Morrighan'. It's time to find out exactly who this lady is.

I immediately click on the first link I find that is not Wikipedia. Because Wikipedia sucks ass.

'In Celtic mythology, the Morrighan is known as a goddess of battle and war. However, there's a bit more to her than this. Also referred to as Morrígu, Morríghan, or Mor-Ríoghain, she is called the "washer at the ford," because if a warrior saw her washing his armor in the stream, it meant he was to die that day. She is the goddess who determines whether or not you walk off the field of battle, or are carried off upon your shield. In later Irish folklore, this role would be delegated to the bain sidhe, who foresaw the death of members of a specific family or clan.'*

A hand slams on my shoulder, freaking the ever holy loving balls out of me. "Lovino. What are you doing?" An annoying French voice interrupts me. "Morrighan? Why are you interested in Irish Mythology?" Shit. Think of something…

"Um. History!"

"…History."

"Yeah, you French bastard. What about it?!"

Francis narrows his eyes at me. "You seem awfully jumpy, Lovino."

"Jumpy? Why would you think that?"

Francis stares at me for a beat longer, before shaking his head. "Well. I just happened to be needing to look for you Lovino. What is this I've been hearing about you ditching poor Antonio?"

"He's pissing me off! I'm not…" I look around the room and quiet my voice. "I'm not supposed to kill demons! I can't do that, and you assholes need to realize this!"

Francis pauses for a moment. "Come with me."

"Why? Hey! Let go!"

Francis keeps dragging me until we're standing in the hallway. "What the fuck?!"

"You are part demon. Everyone in the house is part demon. When is it going to get through your head?"

I'm about to answer when there is suddenly a beeping noise on the intercom. "Lovino and Feliciano Vargas, please come to the office."

Francis sighs. "We're not done with this."

I walk away without saying anything. I was at a loss for words at how lucky I could be.

By the time I could see the office, I could vaguely make out two figures. One is very clearly Feliciano. He is just about bouncing with energy. The other figure looks like someone I can't quit identify.

"Just who…?"

Feli notices me. "Fratello! Hurry, ve!" He rushes up to me and grabs my wrist, beginning to pull me towards the stranger.

"Feli, who is that guy?"

"He works for the hospital back home! He says Nonno is awake and that he's here to take us to see him!"

"Wait…Feli. Shouldn't we, dare I say it, get the po…I mean Gilbert and Ludwig? I mean, this whole thing seems pretty damn fucked here."

Feli turns to me and pouts. "C'mon, fratello. You have to be a bit more trusting!"

"Feliciano. I have a reason for not being so trusting!"

Feliciano glares at me, something that is really rare. "Well, I'm going, with or without you."

I groan. "Feli, wait!"

A/N: Sorry for the short and abrupt ending. I thought of writing more, but…this works better. Plus I know I can update for certain today.

*And I pulled this info from an actual site, by the way. I have nothing against Wikipedia, but I was told that it is not a really good source.

Again, I'm sorry this is so late. I may just do Fridays, actually. But yeah. Leave a review and I will see you guys next week. Bye bye!