The next day, Oberon received an invitation into the Student Council, where the House of Sitri housed it's next heir, Sona. Virgillia walked beside her King, Necronomicon in hand, as the two entered the room, revealing Sona and her queen, Tsubaki Shinra. The Sitri looked upwards, spotting the entrance of the Telos, and stood upwards to greet him. "I see that you have accepted my invitation, Oberon. Word of your...debut got around quickly. Stray exorcists already put a bounty on your head, so they say."

"Well, I guess being hunted is one version of respect." Oberon stated, taking a seat on a nearby couch. "Tell me the real reason why I'm here."

"Straight to the point then." Sona pulled out some papers, placing them on the desk. "I've noticed the lack of pacts your peerage have gotten, so I have taken the liberty to ta-"

"You made my peerage into a bureaucratic mess, didn't you." Oberon asked, to which Sona sighed.

"If you want to view it pessimistically, yes. You know that creating pacts are important for a peerage. Plus, with the horrific scenes your peerage, more specifically you, have caused last night, you could use some positive reputation."

Oberon nodded. Despite not wanting to subject his peerage to what he saw as "slavery," he did need the reputation. He can't have every side, perhaps even devil-kind, out to kill him. "Alright, want me to give you the address or someth-"

"I already know where you live." Sona said bluntly. "The recently sold motel has had a large amount of devil energy emanating from it."

"Damn."

"I'm surprised someone hasn't attacked it yet. Guess people already fear you, Oberon Telos." Sona gave a rare smile, which made Oberon sigh. "I've already delivered the pact orders to your room. I suggest you head straight there."

"Okay." The King nodded, respectfully bowing before the Sitri, and leaving.

"Sounds like you have a busy afternoon, my liege." Virgillia joked.

"It can't be that bad, can it?" Oberon replied back, creating a magic circle once no one was near.

Papers covered every inch of the room, all of them having some writing on it, demanding various tasks. A number of them were also flying around the room as if they grew wings from the winds.

Oberon simply stared at what was once his ordinary room, now filled with documents. Virgillia stood beside him, also peering into the room, attempting to hold back laughter.

"...Virgillia." The King said, his voice having a little rage and a little shock to it.

"Yes, Oberon…." Virgillia replied, facing her King.

"Get me coffee and aspirin. Now."

"Yes, my liege."

"That is a lot of dead trees, my liege." Nobunaga stared at the evenly stacked piles of documents. On each pile, is a name tag.

"Is that what I think it is?" Abend asked, shaking a bit.

Oberon then set down nine crafts filled with liquids of different shades, ranging from beige to brown to black, yet all were the same drink: coffee.

"Drink up. We've got pacts to make, and we are going to get them all done by tonight." Oberon stated. "Your craft has your name on it. I've sweetened it to fit your tastes, so Blaire it tastes like hot chocolate, but with caffeine."

"I thought you said we weren't doing this shit ever." Ryo stated, grabbing the craft and drinking straight from it.

"I did. Then I had a talk with the heir to Sitri. We need to improve our reputation. Yes, people know us, but they don't like us. Rias and Sona are well-liked, so we need to be well-liked as well. And the best way to improve reputation is enslaving ourselves."

"We have a right to kick their ass if they decide to be assholes, right?" Abend asked, staring at his pile while sipping his coffee.

"Be patient with them Abend. They don't know you, so they might make a mistake in your likings. However, if they do try to violate your basic rights in their world, you have my right to put them in their place, but don't kill them."

The peerage nodded in understanding as Oberon picked up his pile of papers. "Begin right after you're finished drinking, and get to work." As he finished, his body dematerialized in a magic circle.

Oberon then rematerialized inside a dimly lit room. The wallpaper was black, and covered in posters of various bands like Linkin Park and Evanescence, with like music playing. Sitting on top of a similarly monotone bed was a female. Her short hair was black, and her face was covered in makeup to make her look intimidating. She wore a simple black tee, along with a black skirt and fishnet stockings. Oberon simply stared at her, and she stared back, blowing a pink bubble of gum that pooped, then retreated back into her mouth.

"...You called a devil's services. I'm your devil." Oberon stated, which was met with more silence. "...I can't start until you tell me what to do."

"...I don't know…"

"You don't know? What do you mean you don't know?"

"I only 'called' you cuz of a rumor, and I went 'fuck it.' Guess they weren't bullshitting." The girl said, droning her voice out of boredom.

Oberon sighed. "A first timer. Great." He began looking around the room, noticing a computer that was still turned on.

"So, what can you do, 'devil.'"

"...A lot of things." Oberon answered, continuing walking around the room.

"Like what?"

"Well, my services are endless. Devils can do whatever we want, whenever we want. If you want something done that you don't want to do, we can do it for you."

"Really? Could you kill someone for me?"

"We're entertainers, not hitmen." Oberon stated.

"Damn. Could you fuck me?"

"We aren't prostitutes either."

"Damn. Well, how do you entertain?"

"Well, I see that you like certain music here." Oberon sat in the swivel chair in front of the computer. "You see, I have a special power that allows me to play the instrumental of any song I can think of."

"What's the cache?" The female stood up.

"There's two, actually. One, the music tends to leave any listener scared shitless. And two, after you listen to it, you have to make a pact. I have about fifty more of these to go through tonight."

"Sounds like someone's busy. Well, at another time. Let's make that pact, your evilness." The female walked towards him, to which he nodded.

Virgillia materialized in a pretty decorated room, yet rather creepy. Pictures of a teenage girl decorated the wall, and in front of her a lump of fat with glasses was cheering.

"Excuse me sir." She spoke with authority, making the the male turn.

"S-S-Sorry, ma'am!" The kid apologized, making Virgillia giggle.

"At ease. I'm not one for formalities." Virgillia looked upon the room. "I see that you have your eye on someone."

"Yeah, Nama-senpai is a goddess~ I mean, d-don't tell anyone this, please I beg of you!" The male said.

"Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me." Virgillia smiled. "Let me take a wild guess here, you called me because you want her to fall in love for you?"

"Y-yes ma'am." The fat kid said. "As you can see, I'm hopeless. Have no friends, and Nama-senpai is only nice to me out of pity. But she is the nicest person I know!"

The boy began rambling on about "Nama-senpai," but like a big sister would do for her little brother, Virgillia simply smiled and nodded with his statements. "She sounds like a nice young woman."

"She sure is, m'am!"

"Unfortunately, I can't use my devil powers to affect her emotions…"

"What!? But m'am!"

"I said I can't use my devil powers. Lucky for you, I am also a witch…"

"How does that work?" The boy had question marks over his face, clearly confused.

"It's secret devil stuff." Virgillia avoided. "Now, as I was saying, I am also a witch, and I have a store of magical goods, and one of those items happens to be a love potion."

"Can I have it!? Can I have it!?"

"Slow down there, little bro. Normally, they cost 50,000 yen…"

"..."

"...I know it's expensive, shut up. However, along with signing the pact, I will give it to you for only 25,000 yen."

The boy mumbled as he flipped through bills, then handed them to Virgillia. The witch opened up Necronomicon and flipped to the special page. "Latrop!" As if by teleportation, a bottle of pink fluid materialized in Virgillia's hand. "Now, I assume from the numerous pictures of Nama-senpai, you have a lock of her hair?"

The boy must've have ran so fast, because he came right back with the black hair. Virgillia gracefully took it and placed it into the bottle, shaking it up as it turned into a pinker shade, and handed it to the boy. "Drink it up, and when she makes eye contact with you, she will be inseparable from you."

Before she even finished her sentence, the boy downed the fluid. "Ah, thank you so much, m'am."

"All in a night's work. Now, onto that pact."

Nobunaga sighed as the trio of pajama clad girls were whispering to each other, clearly surprised that the joke they pulled came out for real. They must've tried one of those bloody mary jokes they heard.

Those jokes are harmless until she actually shows up.

"Hey, M-Mr. Devil?" One of the girls asked. "W-What can you do for us?"

"Well, a devil's services are endless, but we do have a few restrictions. Ironically we can't do any 'sins.' I know it's stupid, knowing that I am a devil, but let's just say that us devils are more good-hearted than we lead you to believe." Nobunaga answered. "To be honest with you three, my talents lie in the battlefield. This is only my second time doing this, and I only got my first pact because my first customer was a sword junkie."

"P-pact?" Another girl asked. "W-what's a pact?"

"It doesn't affect you in any way shape or form, so don't worry." Nobunaga said. "Basically the more pacts a devil gets, the more reputation they gain, and possibly get stronger."

"So what do you need to do to get a pact?" The final girl asked, curious now.

"Whatever you wish. But like I said, can't sin."

"Hey Kim, should we let him play with us?" One of the girls asked.

"...Sure. We shouldn't waste his time."

"Play what?"

About thirty minutes later.

"Damn it! Stop kicking my ass!" Nobunaga complained, losing again as his character exploded in a whitish-blue volcano, the other three girl's giggling as their character's are still on screen.

"Hey, you're still pretty good for someone who just started playing half an hour ago." One of the girls commented.

"Noting that I never played video games ever, thanks for the compliment." Nobunaga sighed, still happy. "Well, ladies, got to go. Got a bunch to do still."

Kotori rubbed the back of the sobbing girl, who just confided her problems to the Knight.

"Th-then she told m-me to fuck off! I th-thought she was my b-best friend damn it!" The girl continued crying. "And I'm f-fucking worthless! Here I am, c-confiding with a d-devil, because of a s-stupid lie!"

"Hush now, take deep breaths. Shh." Kotori rubbed the back, and the girl began to try to take deep breathes, but the sucking of air was somewhat preventing that. "I know your pain."

"Do you!?" The girl looked at Kotori in anger. "Do you know how it feels to be betrayed by your friends!"

The room fell silent, then Kotori sighed, painful memories resurfacing. "Actually, I have."

"Really!? How!?"

"Take a few deep breathes and I'll tell you."

A few breaths later, the girl was calmed down, her eyes still red from tears.

"A couple years ago, I was asked by a few girls to visit them to become friends. Naive, I followed their request, but I was a fool. They had scissors on hand…"

"Did they cut your hair off?" The girl asked. "That is somewhat worse, but I am still deserted."

"...They cut my throat out."

This made the girl gasp. "Th-they c-cut your throat out? B-but you're alive! And your throat looks fine!"

"That's because my master revived me. If it wasn't for him, I would still be dead." She smiled as the stern, yet gentle hand gripped hers as she laid in her pool of blood, then waking up in her room, heading downstairs and talking to her grandparents.

"Your master?"

"Most devils serve someone higher than themselves. These groups are like families in a way. Highly dysfunctional families, but families all the same." Kotori smiled as she thought about the other members as they came into the peerage one by one. Most of them are either jokesters or grumps, but she has knitted tight bonds with all of them.

"Do you think I may be a devil." The girls asked.

"Well, it is extremely unlikely. I was revived because I had a power hidden inside me, a power with so much potential, as my master explained. But if you ever need someone to talk to, my name is Kotori Tsukiyuki. Just send in a request and I'll try to be there."

Tears began to swell up in the girl's eyes, and she hugged Kotori tightly. "Th-thank you! You don't know how much this means to me!"

Other half of pacts will be the next chapter.