I swore to protect that smile

Once upon a time, a Demon consulted by fire was sentenced to an eternal prison. When sent, the Demon was locked into the ground by the force of ice. It’s flame dying down until it went out and was heard of no more, he had even forgotten his own name. Years passed, and a war broke upon the Iberian Peninsula and one unfaithful day a young girl called his name— he promised her eternity.

That’s how his story was told of how he used his own body as the common enemy between mankind during the Reconquista. Though those days of old were gone, the violence and the screams of the living along with the dying. Pained cries singing back and forth on a field of the deceased blood.

“¿La vida nos ha concedido de nuevo, Layla?”

The few words he had mumbled whilst walking upon a dirt road which brought himself towards the entrance of Polis, crimson eyes treated themselves to all the people and cheap markets available that could be seen. He couldn’t recall anything much or synonymous like this after his disappearance with his other. The first and main thing to do was find out upon his travel here— did Layla come too? If she did, why did she go out about the world knowing their contract? It probably diminished once they set foot upon the area, but no matter. The Demon didn’t care for trivial things as to where he was or why he had awoken from pure darkness once more without his name being called.

One step after the other, he analyzed what he could and made himself known to just one of the random people that he casually spotted out. Out of common courtesy, Shaytan only spoke up and excused them from what they were doing. “Ah. Excuse me. I’m looking for someone of importance, her name is Layla, have you met her and if that cannot be helped, would you be inclined to inform me of this place?”

It is the Fates who quietly turns the cogwheels of destiny. Once again, Polis was the place where it decided to play a move. After being settled with her Master, Hilda was more than willing to mend all the lost time with him. This time, decided to do something special for the occasion, using her own skills and hands to surprise someone so dear to the wet nurse.

Everything was going perfectly, now if he evaded being called once again for directions and such foolish things. How he dared to spoke to her ? Everyone enjoyed to disturb her peace. Sighing in annoyance, she didn't even paid attention at the merchantman that retreated some steps when noticing the dark figure behind the blonde.

Hilda didn't turned around until she finished purchasing the proper elements to prepare a fantastic meal ( or killing attempt ) for Tatsumi and her Master. " I have no knowledge of the person you are looking for. " And not even a slight interest about who was Layla and perhaps she will never awoke any.

" This place is called Arcadios. " Anything else, he can proceed to ask. She is no here to help strangers, even if she seems more smart than anyone else in the surroundings. Finally answering properly, she glanced at the one bothering her just to meet something quite different from the average.

The demonic woman glanced up at him quietly, emerald meeting with an almost taller figure than herself. The pale skin, those red marks decorating his face, horns that were the most startling thing about his appearance. So after all, Hildegarde and Beelzebub were not the only bad joke living in this vague attempt of Elysion.

Continuing forth, their walk wasn’t a long one as they finally wrenched out the way of forestry, closing in on civilization as the hustle and bustle of the village begun to surround them with a little more noise.

“Anyways, here’s the deal if you haven’t figured it out. Our asses are stuck here. Seeing how that battery for that communication I grabbed a hold onto died out. Had no way to keep in touch with you guys, only that loli doctor.” He continued from their earlier topic, figuring if they put their heads together on this, long as he could stand that downright aggravating talk and mannerisms from her. They could get somewhere.

At the sight of civilization, Hilda distracted herself by admiring the village without much problem. She barely went out, it was too bothersome sometimes. The forest was comfortable and loneliness was a bless sometimes.

" I already know what is going here. I figured out everything since my arrival, do not think I've been slacking off like many of you. " Hilda was smarter, but she didn't had a solution for everything, despite she always acted like that. Much as the wet nurse wished that coming to Arcadios was her decision and not the labor of some stupid Goddess.

“And I don’t give a damn either.”

The long awaited information was up next as they worked through forestry to make their way back towards the Village of Strength. Much to his relief, actually hearing Furuichi was crying was the best news he heard all day. Do you know how bad it is not being able to torture him!? Oga couldn’t help it, first a light snicker, then he simply burst out laughing out the blue. A hand clenching at his stomach barely tried to contain himself.

“GYAHAHAHAHAHAH.. whooo whoooo… hahaha! Ok, that’s the type of shit that makes a person day!” Hearing the news from someone he held a high amount of trust in was more then a relief. It felt like a blessing, one of the many mental boulders that weighed on his mind rolled off by the tons. Holding out his left hand, he pushed a branch out the way as they continued their trek.

“Say.. while we’re on such a subject anyway. You devil woman.” Oga grumbled, shoving a glare towards her direction.

Of all people, Oga should understand that better than anyone else.

" It was awful to be with him. Different than anything, be thankful I didn't killed him. " Just to bring back those memories was enough to have a vivid need to strangle the gray-haired teenager with who she had to spend some time. 'Team work'. Right. That was an excuse. What a tasteless joke she had to live.

Way to bring a good reason to have a bad temper.

The nurse tilted her head, if it weren't because she was busy with her Master, she wouldn't mind punching him in in this moment. Better not waste her precious time.

Beel continued to relax against her, for once, just letting himself be lulled away into proper rest, the magic of a mother’s touch. With both his parents here, he felt like he could rest much more easier, a chance he hopped on instantly.

“Say. Let’s get a move on, we need to have a talk before you go for biting my head off per usual.” Oga mentioned, a urgent hint in his tone as he nudged his head a particular direction, motioning for her to tag along with him as he begun to walk. The question welled in a nervous knot the whole time since he first arrived at Arcadios, finally, some sort of answer could be delivered. The delinquent looked tensed for a moment before finally speaking.

Instead of complaining she followed by, because Oga was actually correct on such statement. But later, something worst awaited him since she must be informed about them. Though, something already told her that they did well while she wasn’t around. Of course the demonic woman wasn’t going to admit it so easily.

” Nothing changed that much if that’s what you mean. I won’t assure you anything, they must be fine. If that stupid bitch brought me here then I wouldn’t be surprised to see them around in any moment. ” Not surprised by the first question, Hilda didn’t tried to hide anything, since that was the only thing she could report back from ‘their’ home. Whatever it was. The only thing that attached her to them was her Master.

“Aih.. Aih..” He cooed, trying to convey some sort of message, just for a moment before childish impulses took the wheel.

Glancing up at his parental figure with growing curiosity. He was content with just patting away at her cheeks. A content sigh pushing through his pacifier covered lips, eyes slipping close as a shameless happy smile displayed upon his lips.

While from the side, Oga took the backseat, simply watching this moment unfold. Not that he’d deny it, though these kinda moments touched him. Hands stuffed away into his pockets, even if he had questions, a ton about back home, probably knowing the story of how she got here and what not. Those can wait, more of the group was arriving to the land of Arcadios and his main partner with demon affairs just happened to be the one. A light puff of air escaped from his own parted tiers.

Nothing can be better than the moments she shared with him. Facial expressions taking a more light tone.

" I missed you too, Master. Do not worry, nothing will separate us again. " Softly saying it, she accommodated him properly in the hug. Everything was kind of acceptable now. And it will be difficult to keep away such a persistent wet nurse, not even a stupid goddess will distance them.

In the same manner Hilda was a ball full of feelings, she instantly switched back to the usual cold demon known and feared by many. What easy comes, easy goes. Though she still held close her Master, a strict posture was maintained when she finally faced Tatsumi.

“All well n’ good a certain bitchy woman is here and charged up. Just, ooooooone.. little thing wrong with this picture.”

“DAAAAAAAAAAH!!!”

" Just who are you calling a --"

Interrupted by the sudden tackle of Beel, she did not bothered to pay attention to Oga. He can go and fall in a well in the meantime while she attended important matters, like showing affection.

" Master! " Holding close the future demon lord to her chest in a lovingly fashion. How much she missed her beloved Master, not ashamed to even blush slightly.

For some reason, everything pissed him off today.

The abnormally colored grass, the strange red egg he’d found underneath his bed, even the chocolate river that sprung out of nowhere. Tsuna wasn’t usually this irritable—already he was more benign and timid than most—but there was just no helping that tsunami of pissed-off-ness wrecking havoc in his chest. He was in one of the worst moods he’d ever been in his entire life and had no idea why.

So it probably wasn’t a good idea to take a walk in Polis today. Or anywhere that had human population milling about, in fact. Not when Tsuna was so very un-Tsuna-like at the moment.

Sadly, his mood did not affect his dame-ness whatsoever. That day’s total count of casualties amounted to:

- two scraped knees, from tripping over a stupid rock;

- one black eye, when he’d accidentally stumbled into a buff man with huge muscles and a short temper;

- one empty wallet after said buff man decided he was hungry after beating Tsuna to a pulp;

- and one bruised ego when a little girl had passed by him on the way home and sweetly said that ‘onee-chan is still kinda pretty, even if you look like you just got run over by a truck.’

Yeah. Not exactly one of Tsuna’s best days.

You could probably imagine then what had happened when a stranger ended up bumping into him, causing the poor boy to fall over on his butt, very painfully.

Basically, Tsuna lost it.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR, PUNK?! ARE YOU BLIND OR SOMETHING? WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING!”

It was still a joke day. Above all matters, it was a damn bother.

To add ? As the demonic woman walked by peacefully, seeing the fuss everyone was making over some kind of eggs or whatsoever, humans could be such idiotic creatures sometimes. Sighing at this, the instance she felt how something crashed against her body for some seconds. But the wet nurse would care less if she throw up someone to the floor.

However, the person was daring and foolish, in a matter. Agility was one of her best traits when it came to combat. Reason why she could restrain it with her own palm, restraining it when curling up her fingers against it.

He was messing with the wrong person.

Shame on him for not watching to where he was going and decided to blame it on her. Was Hilda someone to blame when he had terrible luck ? Not to mention this will be something else to be complained about since Hilda wasn't the most kind demon in this world.

" Don't blame me when you are a clumsy dirty rat wandering the streets. " It was not her fault, she evaded people as if they were pest. An unfortunate accident that dragged them to exchange words and perhaps something more if the adolescent decided to be reckless and attack the woman once again.

Hilda kept a hold of his fist, her fingers starting to press his hand to cause meaningless pain over him. She didn't bothered to counterattack with her pink umbrella. Finally, breaking the contact when pushing him aside once again, lifting slightly her leg to lay her boot on his, pushing him with a kick to send him to the floor once again. A vivid emerald glare was sent toward his direction. If he was seeking for a fight, then they should move from here.