Alfred reclined back against his bed in his studio loft that he found previously abandoned beside a fish processing factory and an antique store. The smell of freshly gutted fish and dust was wafting through the open windows, and he enjoyed it. To him, it smelt of death and old people, both of which amused the little demon. He had no electricity, so he couldn't watch TV. His excitement held him over, though, or at least it would until the morning. He was going to start school tomorrow, and he was practically jumping with glee. Instead of exerting unnecessary energy, however, Alfred continued to lay on his bed, smiling obnoxiously and imagining all of the attention he would get the next day. He felt a small buzzing in the back of his head, and decided to focus on the little distraction to entertain himself.

"Is this what all demons do? Bore their human chauffeur to death? I thought you would do more... evil things. I'm a little disappointed." Matthew muttered in their head, his voice echoing against Alfred's skull and making the beast smirk.

"Do you want me to go out and kill someone?" Alfred asked in a low voice, not caring to be his usual loud self since Matthew was literally a part of him.

"No, but I would appreciate at least some plotting. Or you could summon the undead or something. Sitting around like this is boring." Matthew complained shyly, his voice meek even in their mind.

"Just go to sleep." Alfred suggested, making the human sigh and groan.

"I can't go to sleep unless you go to sleep!" Matthew pointed out, getting a snicker from the possessed body.

"Oh yeah. Well, I've been meaning to cut this hair. I can't walk around looking like you tomorrow, now can I? Mostly because you're, y'know, deceased." Alfred snorted, getting a small whimper from the spirit.

"I still don't understand how you did that..." Matthew mumbled as Alfred got to his feet and hunted around a small dresser filled with clothes and school supplies, pulling out a pair of Fiskar brand scissors and a locker mirror.

"I'm a demon, Matthew. I can do anything." Alfred sighed, propping the mirror up on the dresser and tousling his curly locks that reached his chin, "What I don't understand is how you like this hair. It's a mess, dude!"

"I don't look good with short hair. Plus, Francis told me to grow it out, and he wouldn't stop putting daffodils in my locker until I did." Matthew explained, forced to watch Alfred check himself out and make flirtatious faces at his reflection.

"Daffodils?" Alfred questioned, ending his flirting and messing with his hair again, running his fingers through it and pushing the bangs back, then forward, then back once more.

"Yeah. I'm allergic to daffodils." Matthew stated, and Alfred's mouth opened in an 'o' shape, and his lips stayed parted as he brought the scissors to his hair, slowly clipping it shorter and shorter.

"Well, you won't be allergic to anything while I'm in control. So let's see this Francis dude try to poison me!" Alfred muttered softly, focusing on trimming his bangs until they were layered across his eyebrows. Alfred chuckled softly, running his fingers through the short bangs, then moving onto the back of his head, clipping away.

"Oh my God, are you some kind of demonic hair dresser or something?" Matthew sighed sarcastically, bored with how focused and precise Alfred was about cutting his own hair. Alfred lowered the scissors, making a confused and slightly offended face, then he stuck his tongue out at his reflection and resumed cutting.

"To a demon, looks are everything. You either want to be drop-dead terrifying, or hormone-inducing sexy. I prefer sexy, but that's just me. I mean, if I wanted to be horrifying, I wouldn't have chosen to possess you."

"Is that a compliment?" Matthew questioned, not sure how he felt about being praised on his looks by a demon.

"You can take it as one." Alfred sighed, noticing the small curl of hairs that seemed to defy gravity. He frowned and tugged on the curl, running his fingers down the length of it until he reached the end, which was level with his chin.

"What is this?" Alfred questioned, tugging on it a few times, only to have it bounce back and re-curl.

"That's my cowlick. Don't cut it! I like it!" Matthew pleaded softly, and Alfred rolled his eyes and lifted the scissors once more, bringing the bundle of curls between the two blades.

"Well, I don't like it, and that's all that matters." Alfred sighed, clipping off the bundle just above the loop they made. When he cut it, Matthew whined again, and what used to be a curl bounced upward, still refusing to go down. They stuck up right where Alfred parted his hair, making the demon growl softly, but he left it. He dropped the scissors back in their drawer, then tousled his hair again and checked himself out in the mirror, smiling a little and nodding.

"You look good with short hair." Matthew commented, making Alfred smile more and run his fingers through his hair once more before putting the mirror away.

"You mean we look good with short hair." Alfred corrected, but Matthew didn't respond. Alfred yawned hugely, then tugged off his sweater and his jeans, tossing them towards the corner of the room and flopping down on his bed.

"I'm still not sure how I feel about you stealing all of this stuff." Matthew murmured to the drowsy demon, making him groan lightly.

"I'm still not sure how I feel about you not shutting the hell up. Now shut the hell up, dude." Alfred sighed, rolling onto his stomach and burrowing his face in the pillow and grunting into the down-feather head supporter. He fell into a pleasant sleep, dragging a not-so willing Matthew with him.

In the morning, Alfred awoke just in time to throw on some of the clothes he 'found' and gather together his school items in a green Jansport that he also 'found'. When he was finished primping himself in the locker mirror he had, he sighed in satisfaction and climbed down the elevator shaft, reaching the ground floor and walking out the building as if it were nothing. When he stepped onto the concrete, his black-and-purple sneakers clopping against the stone, he took in a deep breath and started on his way towards the school, which was literally two streets over. He was able to see the rooftop from his window, which made him think back to how Matthew looked when they came face-to-face. Alfred chuckled to himself and continued walking, tugging on his bomber jacket to make sure it laid perfectly against his school-required purple t-shirt. His pants were also school-required, and they were black dress pants decorated with a purple belt.

When Alfred arrived at the school, he almost immediately caught attention, getting stares and whispers from every direction as he sauntered his way towards the office. His hands were in his pockets and his backpack hung off one shoulder lazily, giving him a somewhat cool and interesting look. This look definitely worked, too, and the whispers and stares kept coming. Alfred flashed a toothy grin at a particular group of girls, getting gasps and blushes and rapid waves and breathy giggles.

"What kind of demonic powers are you using, eh?" Matthew gaped, deeply impressed at how quickly Alfred seemed to be clicking in this tough crowd.
Alfred snorted and shook his head, entering the building and walking up the stairs to the second floor, where the Principal's office was located. When they were in a crowded hall, Alfred decided to whisper back to Matthew, "No magic, no trickery. I just look good, and I'm confident. You're really self-conscious, aren't you, dude?"

"I... I'm not..." Matthew protested weakly, but they both knew it was true. Alfred snickered softly to himself, pushing back the horde of students and reaching the office, tugging the door open and stepping in to see a secretary working at her desk, typing away on her black keyboard that seemed to be wirelessly connected to the monitor on her desk. She glanced up at Alfred, then back down on her screen, sacrificing one hand to press a button on the phone also on her desk, lifting it to her ear and saying in a nasally and high-pitched voice, "Sir, the new student is here, should I send him in?"

After speaking, she began chewing loudly on her pink bubblegum, tapping her fake purple fingernails against the mahogany desk, sometimes scraping them against the keyboard to make a horrible scratching noise. Alfred watched her with a forced grin, his eyes narrowing slowly as he came to hate this woman more and more with each second that passed. After what seemed like hours, she sighed and hung up, resuming her typing, "You can go in now."

"Thank you." Alfred breathed, narrowing his eyes further and stretching his lips into a wider smile before turning towards the door down the short hall and walking towards it. Before entering the Principal's office, he held out a hand so his palm was face up, his fingers splayed out in the air.

"Alfred...?" Matthew whispered, unable to tell what the demon was planning.

"Revenge." Alfred answered the unasked question, quickly bringing his fingers into a tight fist and thrusting his arm down. A loud crunching noise was heard behind them, and the woman gasped and started whimpering and chanting out, "No, no, no, oh no!"

Alfred chuckled softly, then pushed the door labelled 'Principal' open, stepping in and closing the door behind him. The man behind the desk was writing pretty fervently on his laptop, a serious expression on his face. He had long blond hair that was tied back into a loose ponytail, and he glanced over at Alfred before resuming his typing.

"Sit." He ordered, his voice deep and gruff and almost terrifying, but not to Alfred. Alfred sat obediently, removing his backpack so he wasn't awkwardly jutting out in his chair. He rested his bag against his feet, waiting silently for the man to finish his work and start paying attention to him. When he got the attention, the man looked at the two empty chairs beside Alfred and frowned.

"Parents?" He questioned softly, and Alfred shook his head.

"They told me to go alone." Alfred lied, keeping a friendly smile as he spoke. The man nodded slowly, then looked back down at his papers and shuffled through them, finding one and handing it to Alfred.

"Sign it, and be on your way." He explained, and Alfred looked through the papers to see one was simply a contract stating he would be attending this school and following their rules, and the other was his schedule. Alfred smiled more, then dug through his bag to find a pen. He quickly scribbled down 'Alfred F. Jones' before handing it back, keeping his schedule and getting to his feet.

"Alfred..." The principal called out just before the blond left, and he turned to see what was the matter.

"Yeah? What's up?" He questioned when he didn't get an immediate response, and the man cleared his throat before standing. He was much taller than Alfred had originally anticipated, and he looked even more intimidating to Matthew, who whimpered in their mind.

"There has recently been a... loss in this school. I advise you keep this in mind when meeting new people..." He suggested, his voice trailing off into a soft hum before he waved his hand towards the door, "You may see yourself out, now."

Alfred just nodded, keeping a sullen face after hearing the 'tragic' news of what could unmistakeably be Matthew's death. He exited the office, allowing the trapped spirit inside of him to see the secretary pulling apart her busted and smoking computer, whimpering softly and trying to figure out what happened. Alfred just chuckled softly, opening the second door and stepping out into the empty halls. All the students must have already arrived in their classrooms, and Alfred now had to find his own.

"You shouldn't have done that." Matthew mumbled with pity, referring to the secretary. Alfred scoffed lightly, walking down the halls and looking for the science room he had been put in. After giving his schedule another look, Matthew sighed softly and said, "They gave you four of my classes. The science room is around the corner. Turn left."

"Alrighty, boss." Alfred grunted out sarcastically, following Matthew's directions and rolling his eyes at the thought that the blond was telling him where to go, "Do you think they'll give me your desk, too? That'd be hilarious."

"It wouldn't be hilarious! But... They probably would. I bet no one is even going to care, anyway." Matthew replied sullenly, a small wavering noise in his voice that made him sound even more pitiful.

Alfred shrugged, then gripped the metal handle to the door, tugging it open and stepping in to find a completely quiet classroom and Matthew's school photo on the SMART board. Alfred's brows rose, and he heard Matthew's soft gasp in the back of his head.

"Oh, you must be the new student. Come in, come in." The teacher beckoned, waving a hand towards Alfred, who quickly walked across the classroom to stand with the teacher, momentarily blotting out the image on the SMART board with his shadow. "I'm sorry for all of this, this must be a weird thing for a new student to walk in on." She apologized, turning off the SMART board, then flicking on the lights, making a few people jolt and groan. Most of the students were preoccupying themselves with something else, and when Matthew saw this, he let out an annoyed huff. However, he did spot two that seemed to have been paying close attention, and those two were Ivan and Arthur. Arthur's eyes were red and his lower lip was trembling. Ivan had a confused expression, and when the lights flicked on, he looked towards the empty seat, then around the classroom, as if looking for someone.

"Students, let me have your attention." The teacher called out, clapping her hands together loudly and getting all eyes on her, except for Ivan, who continued to discreetly look around. She grabbed Alfred's arm lightly, pulling him a little closer and waving a hand in front of him, showing him off as if he were some kind of prize, "This is your new classmate, Mr. Alfred Jones. He will be joining us from Michigan, so be nice to him." She demanded, then she let go of him and sighed, wiping one of her eyes with her palm and looking around the room, "There, go sit by Ivan. Ivan! Raise your hand!"

Ivan perked up at his name being called, but he didn't follow orders. He just stared at her silently, making her sigh softly then look at Arthur. "Arthur, raise your hand."

Arthur raised a shaky hand, looking down and covering his mouth with his other hand to keep a possible sob from being heard. Alfred clicked his tongue, then walked to the back of the class and sat down, dropping his backpack beside him. His eyes were immediately drawn to the fountain outside, and Matthew sighed softly.

Alfred shook his head, then turned back to the front of the class, seeing the teacher go behind her desk and pick up a stack of papers.

"Today we will be doing a worksheet about finding out the percent ratio and the actual ratio by using..." Her voice trailed off, and Arthur handed Alfred the packet. Blue eyes ran over the foreign writing, and he made an upset grumbling noise, getting a soft chuckle from Matthew, and a strange glance from Arthur. Arthur turned back towards his own paper for a few minutes, before he turned back around and put his paper on Alfred's desk, surprising the young demon.

"Want to work together?" He asked kindly, turning in his desk and beginning his work before Alfred could answer.

"Uh... okay, sure..." Alfred muttered lamely, allowing the faux-blond to work on his desk and slyly copying down the teen's answers. They got to question four like this when Arthur noticed, and he sat up straighter and looked at Alfred, frowning.

"You know how to do these, don't you?" He questioned, sounding a little snobbish, but a little congested at the same time.

"'Course I do!" Alfred snorted, getting another soft chuckle from Matthew.

"No you don't, liar." Matthew whispered softly, getting an angry huff from the blue-eyed blond. Arthur raised a brow and tilted his head, looking down at their worksheets, then he adjusted once more in his seat so he was facing Alfred completely.

"Look, it's really easy. First of all, you put this number here, then this one here, and you find how many grams of each compound is necessary in this equation." Arthur explained, poking his pencil at the numbers and allowing Alfred to write them down in the blank section of his worksheet.

"How do you find the grams?" Alfred asked, looking confused and upset.

"Well, you use the amount of moles it displays here and times it by the molar mass." Arthur detailed, circling two more numbers and looking up at Alfred just in time to see his most confused expression yet. Alfred's lower lip was jutted out and his left brow was arched upward while his right bent down. One of his eyes was squinted a little more than the other, and he was even scratching the side of his head, just above his ear.

"I... don't think I care about any of this." Alfred finally gave in, giving Arthur a cheesy grin and making the boy sigh.

"Me neither, but I care about my grades." Arthur muttered, finishing two more problems, then tapping Alfred's paper, "Come on, copy it down so I can move on to the next page."

Alfred's eyes brightened up and his smile grew. He quickly copied down the answers, flipping to the next page with Arthur. As Arthur worked on the next problem, Alfred glanced over at Ivan, who was staring at the two of them. He wasn't even trying to do the work, and his dark violet eyes seemed to bore into Alfred's head. Alfred rose a brow, then turned his eyes back to Arthur and tugged on his shoulder.

"Hey, what's up with that dude? He's just staring..." Alfred whispered, glancing back at Ivan, and making Arthur glance over too, then smile and wave at the over-sized teenager, who blinked and looked away.

"That's Ivan. He's a transfer student from Russia, and he can't speak English properly." Arthur explained, a sad look slowly coming over him and a few tears peeking out of the corners of his eyes. He sniffed, then wiped the tears away, forcing a small laugh, "Ah, I'm sorry... I'm usually not this emotional..."

Alfred tilted his head, then put his pencil down and rested his cheek on his palm, "Hey, so, who was that kid on the board? Did he die or something?"

"Alfred!" Matthew gasped, shocked that he would say it so bluntly. Arthur frowned and nodded his head slowly, and Alfred made a surprised expression, as if he didn't know.

"He jumped off the school building yesterday... I saw him die..." Arthur mumbled weakly, and Alfred clicked his tongue and patted Arthur's shoulder.

"Hey, it's not your fault that he killed himself!" Alfred sighed, and Arthur shook his head again and continued wiping his eyes, trying to keep the tears from falling.

"He was being bullied and... and I didn't do anything to stop it... I should've at least tried to comfort him, but... but..." He began crying, and the teacher came over and bent down beside him, gripping his shoulders and whispering something into his ear, getting a nod from the teen. He stood and exited the room quickly, and the teacher smiled apologetically at Alfred before turning and leaving to join Arthur outside of the classroom. When the door closed, everyone begun whispering, except for Ivan. Ivan sat there silently, staring at Alfred again.

"Great, you made him cry." Matthew huffed, and Alfred smiled a little and looked up at Ivan. They stared at each other for a short while before Ivan turned away, playing with the eggshell coloured scarf around his neck, folding it and flattening it against the desk, then rolling it up and unrolling it. Alfred watched him do this for a while before he turned back to the fountain, staring out and smiling even wider.

"What're you planning?" Matthew asked worriedly, hoping he wasn't going to kill Arthur or Ivan, mostly after Arthur's emotional display over Matthew's 'death'. Alfred didn't respond to Matthew, and continued to watch the fountain, smiling wickedly and laughing softly every once-in-a-while. After about ten minutes, the teacher came back in class with Arthur and everyone quieted down. The teacher glared at a few students, and Arthur made his way back to his desk, sitting down and resuming his work.

"Sorry about that..." Arthur apologized and Alfred shook his head in response, turning his attention back to the blond boy before him, "Don't apologize, dude. It must hurt losing a friend like that."

"Oh... um... yeah..." Arthur muttered, a little surprised and a little ashamed, and it showed on his face. Alfred just smiled more, then continued copying down the information he got from Arthur, sometimes glancing over at Ivan who was now scribbling on his packet, drawing a lot of sunflowers. Alfred watched Ivan through the corner of his eye, smiling a little at how childish he seemed, even though he was a bulky guy.

"So, was he Matthew's friend, too? How many friends did he have?" Alfred asked Arthur, making him frown and rub the eraser nervously against his thumb.

"Oh boy, here comes the lies." Matthew sighed, expecting Arthur to say he was a popular guy and that everyone loved him.

"He was actually... pretty hated." Arthur muttered honestly, "I don't really understand why. He's- er... he was the only openly gay boy in school, so I guess that immediately ticked people off..."

"Quoi? Are you talking about mon Matthew?" The blond sitting across from Alfred, Francis, cut in, turning in his seat so he could join in on the conversation.

"Oh, you two were dating?" Alfred asked, resting his cheek on his palm and looking at Francis. Arthur looked uneasy, but he didn't comment.

"Non, he was too much of a slut to have a serious relationship with. All gay men are sluts." Francis scoffed, smiling a little. Alfred's brow rose, and in his head he heard Matthew 'tsk'-ing.

"I was not! That's Francis, he's the hoser that put daffodils in my locker!" Matthew huffed, making Alfred's lips twitch upward.

"So you slept with him?" Alfred asked, and Francis shrugged and smirked.

"I'm not gay, but I wouldn't pass up a happy ending, oui?" Francis said with a wink, "Speaking of happy endings...-"

"Frog, this is our conversation. Leave us alone." Arthur huffed, not looking at the elder student as he spoke. Francis' brows rose, then his eyes narrowed and he leaned closer to Arthur.

"Excuse me? I have as much right to this conversation as you do, fairy-boy, so don't talk to me like I'm some undeserving immigrant!" Francis hissed, and Arthur's eyes narrowed as he stared at his paper.

"Well, the last time I checked, you are an undeserving immigrant. Why don't you go back to France where you belong? Oh, but you're just not gay enough, are you?" Arthur retorted, and Francis' eyes widened, extremely offended by the insult.

"Why you little-!" Francis cried, getting up from his seat and reaching his arms out with the intent to strangle poor Arthur, but he was grabbed and forced back into his seat by Ivan, who held the squirming Frenchman in his chair by his shoulder, whispering, "Нет, нет..."
Alfred was surprised at this. He looked prepared to get beat up, and he just stared wide-eyed at Ivan who continued to hold Francis down until the teacher stomped over, scolding Francis, then sending him outside. When he was gone, Ivan sat back down in his own seat, then looked over at Arthur and Alfred, his eyes going right past the faux-blond and focusing on the demon.

"Thank you, Ivan..." Arthur mumbled softly, putting a hand to his racing heart, and getting the Russian's attention. The platinum blond stayed silent for a short while, before digging through his bag and pulling out a bulky Russian to English dictionary. He begun flipping through the pages, humming lightly, then sitting upright when he found what he was looking for.

"Are you ah-kay?" He questioned, his voice much softer and gentler than Alfred imagined, but low enough to suit his face. When Ivan spoke, his accent was thick and his 'r' was rolled just barely, and in Alfred's head, he could hear Matthew gasp lightly. Alfred could even feel a small fluttering in the pit of his stomach, and he briefly questioned if that was because of himself or Matthew. Arthur nodded in response, and Ivan glanced at him briefly before looking back at Alfred. He referred back to his dictionary, flipping through pages and going back and forth between some. Arthur and Alfred watched silently for a few minutes before Ivan was ready, and he looked up at Alfred once more and spoke.

"M-... Matvey... You look diffe-yent..."

Arthur and Alfred looked at him, shocked, and Matthew gasped once again.

"He... He recognizes me...?" Matthew whispered in disbelief, and Alfred could feel those butterflies once more. Arthur shook his head slowly, then pointed at the dictionary, silently asking if he could borrow it. Ivan nodded and handed the book over, and Arthur began looking through it, mumbling some words before making a sentence.

"Matthew yoo-mer... Eto ne Matthew." Arthur tried, and Alfred tilted his head, then looked at Ivan to see his eyes wide and his lips parted slightly.

"Матфей умер?" He whispered, then he looked over Alfred, a confused expression coming over his features. He snatched the book from Arthur and begun flipping through it once more, reaching a page, then looking at Arthur with a serious and hasty look.

"Matvey dead? Matvey dead dead?" He questioned, holding out the dictionary and pointing at the entry 'Мертвый → Dead (Дед)' along with the definition in both languages. Arthur frowned more and nodded slowly. Ivan's eyes widened a little more and he lowered the book, then he looked at Alfred, staring at him for a long, awkward while. Alfred frowned and glanced between Ivan and Arthur, not saying anything. When Ivan seemed satisfied, his eyebrows came together in an upward arch and his lower lip trembled slightly, then he pressed them together in a line and looked down at his dictionary.

Arthur sighed softly and turned back to Alfred, a pitiful expression in his eyes as he watched Ivan face forward in his chair and resume being silent.

"Poor guy, you wouldn't believe how much time he spent staring at Matthew..." Arthur mumbled, and Alfred gave the teen his attention.

"Were they friends?" Alfred asked, somewhat interested in the life of the teen whose body he stole. He knew he already asked this question previously, but it had gone unanswered.

"Not that I know of. I think, if Ivan knew more English, they could have become friends." Arthur thought aloud, tending to his chemistry worksheet that was still unfinished. Alfred hummed softly, signifying he had heard him, and he copied down Arthur's work again, listening to Matthew whispering inaudibly in their mind.

After some time of silently copying down Arthur's work, Matthew piped up, getting the demon's attention.

"Alfred, we need to talk, please..." Matthew requested, making the demon snort softly, then nod and raise his hand. The teacher noticed him and beckoned him to her desk, which he walked up to quickly.

"Can I use the restroom?" He asked politely. Matthew sighed softly and muttered, "This teacher is strict, Alfred. She never lets first period use the bathroom..."

"I'm sorry, Alfred, but you should have relieved yourself at home." The teacher said, and Matthew huffed and muttered, "Told you so."

"You must have misheard me, ma'am..." Alfred mumbled, his blue eyes nearly glittering with power as he stared the woman down, "I need to use the restroom." He said, his voice stricter, but no louder than it had been previously. The teacher's eyes widened slightly, and her irises seemed to fog a faint off-white for a few seconds as she pulled open the drawer to her right and handed Alfred a transparent green rectangle with the room number imprinted on it in white.

"Take all the time you need." She said, her voice soft and flowy. Alfred smiled and took the pass, then exited the room, leaving behind a classroom of stares and shocked faces. He wasn't shocked to enter an empty hallway when Francis was supposed to be there, and neither was Matthew. Alfred continued walking and soon reached the boy's bathroom, entering it and checking the stalls to make sure it was empty before walking over to one of the mirrors and looking deep into his cerulean eyes.

"Alrighty, Mattie, what's up?" He asked, getting a soft sigh from the boy he was possessing.

"I want my body back." Matthew declared, and Alfred threw his head back in a loud, shrill laugh.

"You want...? Oh, Matthew, you crack me up, dude!" Alfred snorted, bending over the sink as he continued to voice his amusement. One hand was clutching his stomach tightly, and soon enough he caught himself crying a little. He calmed down by taking a few breaths, wiping his eyes then looking into the mirror once more.

"Why do you even want your body back so soon, man? Didn't you want to see the guilt on everyone's faces?" Alfred questioned, wiping his eyes, then fixing his hair. He started a war with the cowlick standing proudly atop his crown, smushing it down with as much force and water as he could, but it would just spring back up.

"I did, but..."

"But...?"

"Well, after hearing Arthur and Ivan, I... I just really want my body back. Please?" Matthew pleaded, sounding as pitiful as a lost and kicked puppy. Alfred snorted not too attractively, smoothing down an eyebrow with his index finger, brows arching high as he perfected himself.

"Nope. You and I, we're one now. We had a deal, dude. No going back." Alfred said with a shrug, backing away from the mirror with a satisfied huff, adjusting his jacket for a minute before spinning around and facing the stalls with his arms crossed.

"What if I exorcise you?" Matthew tried, making Alfred laugh once more.

"Are you a virgin, Mattie?" Alfred asked, ignoring Matthew's question and trailing a delicate and gentle hand down his body, starting from his chest and down to his pelvis.

"W-what? Don't touch me like that!" Matthew protested, but Alfred continued touching himself anyway, fingers dipping past his pantline, then resurfacing only a second later.

"You are a virgin! Oh, this is going to be fun!" Alfred chortled, turning back towards the mirror to give himself and Matthew a dark, lustful grin, "Hey, remember when you said you wanted to see me use some of my powers on people?"

"W-wha-? Yeah... so?" Matthew didn't like where this was going, and he definitely didn't like the expression Alfred wore. The blond demon's eyes sparkled with excitement, and he leaned in close to the mirror and practically whispered, "Pick one."

"What? Pick one what?" Matthew nearly squeaked, able to feel the sin rushing through his possessed body and spirit.

"Pick a victim. Someone for me to use my powers on. Pick. One." Alfred detailed, feeling chills of nervousness and excitement and glee running through his veins.

"Uh... I... uh..."

"Oh, come on, dude, you have to have someone you want me to mess with! Anyone! Choose just one person!" Alfred huffed, annoyed with how indecisive Matthew was being.

"I... I don't know! Uh..."

"Come on, there are so many people out there that I could hurt! So many people I could torture!"

"J-just let me think!"

"Pick one!"

"Hold on."

"Pick one already!"

"I... I..."

"PICK. ONE."

"Arthur!" Matthew shrieked, unable to think of any other name from the top of his head, and he immediately regretted his choice. Alfred's eyes glinted darkly and he smirked. He spun away from the mirror and chuckled, pushing the bathroom door open and practically glided back to the classroom.

"Oh, we are going to have so much fun!" Alfred chuckled darkly, then he composed himself and opened the door to the science room, returning the bathroom pass to the somewhat dazed and confused teacher, then resuming his seat behind Arthur and beside Ivan. Ivan glanced over at Alfred, then gave a confused and somewhat hateful look, then turned back to his scribble-covered worksheet, scratching circles along the corners. Arthur looked over his shoulder at the demon and smiled a somewhat friendly smile, moving his work back on Alfred's desk to allow him to copy his stuff down.


So, this chapter continues on, but it's awfully long and tedious to edit, so I cut it off here. But, the next installment will come quickly, I assure you.