Chapter 2

It has been a week since Chikako escaped from its tomb in Kyoto. The classes for the Exwires have not been much because of all the exorcists searching for the demon. Though what they do not know about Chikako is that she was right under their noses. The half-demon Chikako was currently making her way to the top of True Cross.

She had been imprisoned by her own brother but she knew it was to keep her safe. She just wishes that she hadn't of lost control of her powers like she had. As she continued to make her way to the top of True Cross she looked around at the people. She knew she looked strange because she was wearing a dress that was styled more to be a German ball gown of the age of being over five hundred years old.

When she finally got to the top of city her brother had built she was amazed with her brother's home. She walked to the door and knocked on it not too sure of what would become of her. Would she be imprisoned again or would she be in the safe keeping of her brother. It was a fifty, fifty chance of the outcomes to come. Though as the door opened and she saw a man dressed in a suit she was not sure if she was at the right place.

"Come in, Sir Faust has been expecting you," the butler went to the side and she entered not too surely.

As she looked around at the interior she was purely amazed of what her brother had made for himself. The butler began to lead her towards a room and she was hoping it was not a trap as he opened the door. Though all of her worries went away when once she saw her brother Samael standing in the room in front of a fire place filled with his collection of Assiah things.

She picked up her skirt and rushed inside as he turned towards her. He held her and petted her head as she hugged him. She closed her eyes tightly just happy to know that the person she trusted most was still there. As she separated she saw his signature smirk as he touched her cheek.

"It is good to see you dear sister," he said in the tone that always helped calm her down.

"It is good to see you as well brother, I was afraid that they would seal you away," she answered as she looked into his eyes.

"You really thing those exorcists could seal me," he laughed as he watched her; "You entertain me too much."

He held her hand and sat down on the couch. She sat next to him as tea came floating over which just made her chuckle slightly. She grabbed the tea cup and smelled it as her brother just drank his tea. She hadn't smelled anything for so long that it was like a withdrawal from having smelled some of the most wonderful things.

"You have a butler but he doesn't even make you tea," she chuckled slightly as she took a sip of the tea.

"I have to keep up a front that I am human remember," he told as he looked at her.

"Why in Gehenna would you want to be like them," she said as she put the tea cup down.

She still had problems with the exorcists even though she knew it was her fault for being sealed. Though it was something she still could not handle because they were the reason she had lost control. They had burned her mother at the stake when she was only four years old because she had been with Satan. The only people that took care of her were her brothers Samael and Amaimon. No one else cared about her or even wanted to do anything with her but she always loved playing games with Amaimon and being able to practice her magic with Samael. It was what she always grew up with and she never hated herself for being a half-demon.

"They are very interesting Amaya," Samael said to her.

"They are not interesting they are monsters," she answered as she stood up and walked to the window.

"Amaya….how long do you think you were asleep," her brother asked.

"Ten years at the most," she answered.

"No much longer than that," he told as he watched her.

"Then how long," she asked as she looked at her brother confused.

"You were asleep for five hundred years," he sighed.

The statement made her freeze because of how many years she had missed. It meant she was over five hundred years old and was in a place where she didn't know anything about the culture. She was so out of place and it made her feel so empty inside as she looked out the window to look at the horizon.

"Why did you leave me for that long," she asked because she knew the spell would have to be reinforced every couple years.

"Because it was the only way to protect you," he answered as he took a sip of his tea.

"You mean it was the only way to keep the breeder of the eight demon kings safe. I already know what I can do Samael," she said with a growl in her voice as she glared at him.

"Just because most of our brothers want to breed with you doesn't mean I or Amaimon wants to breed with you too," he replied as he looked at her.

"Well our father wanted me to be this for some reason and if he didn't why did he even create me in the first place," she asked as she turned fully towards him.

"I thought we said we were going to avoid the topic of our father," Samael said as he stood up to look at her.

"Well we need to talk about it! Did he know I was put into a sleep or does he think I'm dead?! What about this? Does he even care at all," she yelled at him.

He rushed up to her and held her throat as he looked at her. She knew she was getting on his nerves but it was something her and Amaimon were able to do. He always did regret on leaving her with Amaimon because she used to follow everything he said before he left her for a few minutes with their younger brother. He let go of her throat and sighed.

"Our father does not know where you are at or have been for the past five centuries and I would like to keep it like that," he said as he walked towards his desk.

"Let me guess it's because you have a plan on defeating our father," she said emotionlessly as she followed him to his desk.

"Yes, have you seen our youngest brothers," he smirked at her.

"Youngest brothers," she questioned.

"Oh ho ho, you haven't met them yet," he looked excited and she knew that whenever he acted like that something bad always happened.

"Why are you acting like that," she questioned as she backed up slightly.

"Why not you join the Exwire program to meet our brothers," he smiled like a Cheshire Cat.

"What?! No way am I going to a class full of training exorcists," she exclaimed as she walked away from the desk.

He stopped her from walking away fully by putting his hand on her shoulder. She sighed as she crossed her arms and looked ahead. As he leaned down to whisper to her ear she knew exactly that he had a plan for the future. It would either be for his enjoyment or for getting Satan out of the way.

"You would be able to gain their trust and make them come onto our side more. We could surpass Satan with our powers together because they have a specific power," he whispered into her ear.

"What is that power," she asked as she looked at him over her shoulder.

"The blue flame," he answered.

The blue flame was one of the most powerful flames in Gehenna. Her flame could match it but it could only go to a certain amount. Though the blue flame is Satan's power and that is what makes him the highest level of demon because it is something that no one has ever been able to control. Though would she be able to sit in a class of training exorcists just for a fifty, fifty chance of defeating Satan once and for all or being killed herself.