A/N: Mmmm, sorry about the late chapter - was making several different drafts of chapter two and trying to decide on where I wanted to take the story. Difficult process but here it is, CHAPTER TWO... the glorious followup to chapter one.

"Devilukean tradition is very different from the tradition of Earthlings, the King of Deviluke passes down their throne with the condition of choosing their successor from their children – it is usually the eldest or the favorite – most often the favorite. From what I have seen, Lala was the eldest and also the favorite – not that the business of not being the king of Deviluke and the galaxy bothers me in the slightest.

Moving on, at the age of seven, while my twin sisters were six and the eldest of my younger siblings had just turned was eight - I was moved out of the house to participate in extremely difficult training for reasons that elude me to this day. This training involved the live-capture and imprisonment of dangerous criminals across the galaxy and the name of the organization that foresaw and managed my training went by the name of Dark Vanguard. They primarily consisted of Deviluke and military instructors from different species. They knew the physical weaknesses of the Deviluke and also our strengths and they did horrifying things in an effort to try to make me as strong as possible.

To put it mildly, the Dark Vanguard rips away your pride and dignity, so that they can replace it with something much more sinister… a monstrosity that cannot be compared to what you had once been… so they told me after I left upon completion of the training.

Ultimately my memories of that place were… cleansed but remained in my subconscious – so I was told. The memories I had of my siblings were mostly intact as well." – Musings From Hel

Chapter Two: Prince, Homeless II

Earth, Somewhere in Japan

0200 Hours

Hel Asmod Deviluke

My situation is dire.

After utilizing a teleportation device designed for me by my sister which I obtained after leaving the Dark Vanguard military complex. This teleportation device was inside of the d-dial I had received, and after deciding to use it I find myself within a dark and unlit corridor with no clothes, with the exception of the teleportation device attached to my wrist. Of course, I had initially assumed that this device was the result of a dozen experiments and was perfected without any flaws whatsoever – because who designs a teleporter that doesn't transport clothing but can transport the wearer of the clothing?

As stand there for a few moments I can see a dim light at the end of the corridor – the living quarters where entertainment must lie, it was lit only dimly by moonlight.

I turn my attention to a door to make an attempt to read the characters which were written in one of many earth dialects.

No progress, only confusion.

So I stared at the characters for quite some time, only to finally decide that I don't know how to read this language. At that point I slowly opened the door to see what was inside, I did it slowly and cautiously of course – so as to not alert the individual within that lay sleeping in a bed whom I saw as I peeked through a small crack. As the door fully opened, an alluring scent flooded my nostrils and I immediately covered my nose and mouth simply because of the volume. I hoped that this hypersensitivity was normal, because any more and I would've lost control of consciousness – but my face began to feel hot and my vision blurred – I felt the strongest longing and desire for something… with my nose covered the scent wasn't as strong and I managed to regain my senses and shake off the feeling without anything bad happening. "Time for clothes." I mumbled as I made way to the storage devices used to hide clothes within, also known as dressers.

I found a pair of dark pants that had an interesting texture, a t-shirt, a hoodie, and an unopened pack of underwear - I violently tore the package asunder and removed a single pair - followed up by getting dressed in the clothing I had acquired from a mere earthling that couldn't possibly fathom the horrors I had gone through.

Suddenly, I felt a large object smash into the back of my head as I glanced into the mirror, it appeared as a quick shadow which did not give me even a split-second to dodge, but I didn't feel as though my life was in danger – so I barely reacted. The object shattered against the back of my skull, and the sound of the wooden blunt force weapon exploding into smaller shards echoed throughout the entire household – the lights went on and then came the demands of a female voice from the doorway. "W-w-wh-who, ARE YOU?!" the voice was shaky and reeked of uncertainty, I slowly pulled the hood over my head then turned to look at her – feeling slightly annoyed, I saw an adolescent with black wavy hair and piercing brown eyes filled with fear as I looked at her.

"Who, me?" I smiled, because that was the apparent universal expression of peace. "I'm just an assassin, and I'm looking for somebody."

Her expression went from fear to absolute horror in a single stride. She opened her mouth and – "KYAAAAAAAAAA~!" let out an ear-splitting scream – it struck a nerve somewhere inside of me, forcing a bestial growl out of the back of my throat as I grabbed her throat and slammed her against the wall.

Her choked cries echoed inside of my head like a masterfully thrown together symphony – and I grinned… she tried to say something; "Ri~to~~~" she cried, tears now streaming down both of her cheeks, unclear why but I let sadistic laughter. "Saaaave… mee…" She managed and I growled lowly, and I could feel my onyx-black tail wagging wildly with pleasure that no earthling would understand.

The girl pressed against the wall gripped my arm and tried to pry my hand from around her neck in a futile effort to breathe, "You know… I would've been fine with you smashing a wooden blunt force object into my head, but the screaming – and the crying… are really ANNOYING!" I growled directly into her face, even if I was growling – my voice was as smooth as velvet and the skin of my victim felt even smoother.

I contemplated for a moment, a contemplation on whether or not I should just crush her windpipe and be done with it – but I decided not to… and released her – because I am not a very wasteful individual. She slumped to the ground and I turned away from her – only to come face-to-face with a fist which made hard contact with my cheek

I blacked out for a second.

When my vision returned a second later, I found that was stuck inside of a wall after being smashed through the one that had belonged to the room I was just in. Regardless, my vision was blurred and the ecstasy of combat returned from deep within my psych. "Fist, small surface area, female, humanoid, strength of a devilukean – development not yet complete… force of one who is running off of bloodlust, age: fourteen." I mumbled quietly as I pulled myself free from the destroyed wall, the dust obscured the faces of my attackers and I readjusted my hood – vision still blurred.

I cracked my neck, and hunched downward into a battle stance, "Why did you get in between me and my target?"

Her breathing was ragged, and labored – like she was trying really hard to keep from coming at him with all she had. "Y-your target?" She asked, her eyes pierced through the dust and I sensed a powerful killer intent.

In response, I merely crossed my arms and nodded my head.

In a flash she came forth – ready to rip my throat out with her bare hands…