"Eins, zwei, drei!"

Nothing on his voice or attitude has changed significantly; yet there was an underlying threat within the words that didn’t make it a necessity.

“And while I you will have to elaborate on who ‘we’ are later on, exactly, I’m going to do some quick and clear explaining since you seem so reluctant.”

“Being able to see demons is not as uncommon as it may appear, yet they are a minority of the population, as you are aware of. Invisible to the civilian eyes… Just like we want it to be. Therefore-”

Green eyes looked pointedly at the teen, keeping her in place while one of his eyebrows moved up elegantly.

“Look, I’m not going to tell anyone. Everyone thinks I’m mad anyway they wouldn’t believe me, but I can’t join any sort of group. I’m gonna say no thanks.” Venturing further into this strange tale seemed too wild even for her.

The demon’s head gently titled towards his right, as if displeased by a minor inconvenience. A dramatic, long-suffering sigh escaped through his lips then.

“It would be a negligence on my part to leave you running around unsupervised, being a danger both to you and others.”

It looked like he was about to keep going, yet the soft tapping of shoes against the floor prevented him from it. For a second the headmaster entertained the idea of just vanishing or shifting into his beloved dog form... yet a thought crossed his head and, taking a step back he leaned against a wall near the door and snapped his fingers...

So that Hannah could see him but his father did not.

“I am. To both questions.”

There was a small pause, always fond of dramatics as he was. He allowed his lips to quirk gently upwards on its corners.

“However, I think you have watched way too many movies if the implications beneath your words are anything to go by. There is nothing short of ‘religious’ as far as the textbook definition beneath the latin verses and holy water.”

“Our main priority is to keep demons and supernatural creatures from injuring humans… which is is getting increasingly difficult keeping in mind that we are vastly outnumbered.”

But it was very real.

The young teen listened to his explination, piecing together the reasons why he would be here for her of all people. If being able to see them was common then he wouldn’t be here because of that.

Nothing on his voice or attitude has changed significantly; yet there was an underlying threat within the words that didn’t make it a necessity.

“And while I you will have to elaborate on who ‘we’ are later on, exactly, I’m going to do some quick and clear explaining since you seem so reluctant.”

“Being able to see demons is not as uncommon as it may appear, yet they are a minority of the population, as you are aware of. Invisible to the civilian eyes... Just like we want it to be. Therefore-”

Green eyes looked pointedly at the teen, keeping her in place while one of his eyebrows moved up elegantly.

He wasn’t exactly being truthful, but neither telling an outright lie. While it was true it was not infrequent, it was hardly an everyday occurrence a case got not only detected so late but so seemingly out of blue… plus the rumors that had graced his ears were more than juicy.

“My name is Johann Faust.”

The demon took his hat off briefly in acknowledgement.

“Hannah Smalley.” She introduced. Hannah had heard of his name before given the fact his school was one of the choices her Father considered to send his son, he’d decided against it however given its distance.

“So you run the True Cross Academy and some sort of religious exorcist group? You sound like a busy guy to be making home calls.” Hannah said, “Just one more question…”

“I am. To both questions.”

There was a small pause, always fond of dramatics as he was. He allowed his lips to quirk gently upwards on its corners.

“However, I think you have watched way too many movies if the implications beneath your words are anything to go by. There is nothing short of ‘religious’ as far as the textbook definition beneath the latin verses and holy water.”

“Our main priority is to keep demons and supernatural creatures from injuring humans... which is is getting increasingly difficult keeping in mind that we are vastly outnumbered.”

Sarcasm was dipping in thick drops from his words as an eyebrow arched, just amplyfing tenfold the demon’s satirical tone. It almost looked like he was making a concisious effort not to just lean against the wall behind him and fix his nails in boredom.

He knew she wasn’t lying.

“You’re… definitely not a doctor. You see them too don’t you? Who are you?” Hannah asked from her seat on the bed. Judging from the plasters on her fingers the young teen had done more than just see demons… though what she did was often kept a secret.

He wasn’t exactly being truthful, but neither telling an outright lie. While it was true it was not infrequent, it was hardly an everyday occurrence a case got not only detected so late but so seemingly out of blue... plus the rumors that had graced his ears were more than juicy.

“My name is Johann Faust.”

The demon took his hat off briefly in acknowledgement.

The King of Time and Space gentli titled his head, fingers brushing his own hat in acknowledgement of the other’s presence. His trademark quirk of lips was still present. Mephisto managed to look both elegant and about to pull a prank… a cruel one, if the sardonic glint on his eyes was anything to go by.

Still. Something about that look was off-putting. 

That lonely syllable was uttered with a noteworthy gentleness, that did little more than to foresee catastrophe.

“As much as I rejoice indulging myself in pleasure this visit is rigorously professional, I assure you.”

“Let me consider, not being physically assaulted and talked my ear off every day?”

It had been a couple of months since that familiar old, icy scent drifted to her nostrils. To be completely fair, Summer had traversed close to the academy–considering Yunneth was a student–so THAT MAN’S scent was pretty much calling card all over the grounds. 

But this. This was the real deal.

Brown orbs scanned about for that familiar silhouette. Where could it be?

Catching a intuitive to look up, the Russian would find the Demon King. Hovering within a chair–was that a tea set? The only reason why she caught his scent was due to the wind. 

How many times had he been observing like that?

“Ahoy, Samayel’.” She purposely spoke his name in her native tongue, Russian. “You know you can come down now. Come socialize? Be normal?” 

A brow quirked up, intuitively. 

The King of Time and Space gentli titled his head, fingers brushing his own hat in acknowledgement of the other’s presence. His trademark quirk of lips was still present. Mephisto managed to look both elegant and about to pull a prank… a cruel one, if the sardonic glint on his eyes was anything to go by.

“Long time no see.”

“I take it you have missed me.”

  Oh no. Not this guy again. And there she had thought that he       was gone for good. Seems like that she thought wrong…  His words were nice and all, but she heard the sarcasm in his voice. It somehow pissed her off, but yet not enough to actually                               insult the much taller man.

                             “… Vho are you… again?”

The other’s amusement as well as knowing look managed to set him on edge even more. He didn’t want to believe that Mephisto knew but with how the other was acting, it was hard to convince himself of it. Still, while he knew wat was going on he hadn’t yet allowed himself to admit it; even to himself, let alone to an other. 

Then suddenly he slowly got up as le let out a loud sigh, looking down for a second just to look back at the Okumura, like letting him now that he was not allowed to get up yet, which was more than clear when he circled his desk and walked towards the chair, resting a covered hand on his shoulder, his pacing coming to an end right behind the chair he was sitting into.

“I am going to admit I am kind of disappointed in your behavior, Yukio.”

Seeing Mephisto suddenly act exhasperated and get up he nearly sank deeper into his chair rather than even attept to entertain the thought of rising as well. Seeing the older demon walk towards him gave him the impression of being rather small, as well as being prey. Obviously, he didn’t like the feeling. That didn’t mean he could do anything against it though. 

Feeling the hand on his shoulder so suddenly had him jumping slightly and biting the inside of his cheek. Why did those words cut as much as they did? 

Because this isn’t Mephisto… It’s Samael. And you don’t lie to Samael.

The king allowed the contact, the silence to remain for a few seconds, relishing every agonizing breath the black haired boy was struggling to take as his heart rate increased. As always, epitome of self-indulgence.

Yet, being the gentleman he is, Samael was willing to throw his former student a bone and admit that keeping in mind the situation he was handling the pressure fairly well. There was no wet spot on the chair he was occupying yet, which was more than could be said from some other unpleasant guests.

The boy had some potential that could no doubt be exploited.

“Honestly Yukio.”

It was said with a small shake of head, managing to give the appearance of being both regretful and pitying to an outcomer. It was, of course, ruined for the Okumura since despite the gentle, almost sooting words the grip of his hand tightened, coming to a stop in front of him.

“You seem to have quite a skill to make matters needlessly complicated. As you will probably understand I must refrain any possible danger to arose as long as it is within my hands to do so.”

Danger to his plans, of course.

“Thus, I would greatly appreciate if you didn’t force my hand. So I will ask you again.”

“Don’t you have something you’d like to confess?”

What could he say, he was a lover of simple pleasures in life.

“Well there is always a first time for everything.”

The king of Time sounded undeniably amused as he waited for the small human in front of him to utter a coherent sentence. He contemplated for a second whether or not he should stand up but that probably would just scare her further and hence make everything more difficult… a thing that he honestly would rather skip if possible.

“In any case it is not your father I am interested in, as I have said before while you eavesdropped.”

After a pointed look towards her his green eyes lazily moved towards her desk, leaving no room for any doubt on whether or not he could see them. Then he was back focusing on Hannah.

“You another one of those Doctors Olivia keeps asking to talk to me? That I’m mad or nuts or attention grabbing? Go on then, just tell me I’m bonkers already and get a check from my Dad.” Thats what the Doctors before him did.

Sarcasm was dipping in thick drops from his words as an eyebrow arched, just amplyfing tenfold the demon’s satirical tone. It almost looked like he was making a concisious effort not to just lean against the wall behind him and fix his nails in boredom.