#amaimon x reader

Sure, he’s handsome, and that hamster form of his is just too cute. He’s sweeter than candy to you, and he absolutely adores you. He makes you feel spoiled with just how much attention he shows you compared to others (to the point of outright ignoring them in front of you). And he makes you feel safe with just how strong he is. But that’s the thing.

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He’s strong. Really strong. With claws that could tear you into two and teeth that could rip you apart. You’ve never been on the receiving end of that nasty, childish temper of his. Nor have you ever been seen as an enemy in any capacity- even when you had to tell him no. But you’ve seen it. You’ve seen with your own two eyes the destructive power of the King of Earth. You’ve seen it, and it terrifies you to know just how much power is inside the same man who cries when you won’t give him the last sip of juice. So yeah. You have your reservations about Amaimon. You think it’s fair that you do.

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“Now, pay attention, brother of mine! A body such as this requires a delicate touch! Wouldn’t you say, my dear?”

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And it seems that you aren’t the only one who thinks this way.

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The question Mephisto Pheles (your sort-of boyfriend’s brother, of all people) purrs in your ear is unfairly followed with a quick squeeze to your pebbled nipple using the hand he has cupped over one of your breasts. The action makes you gasp in surprise, causing you to squirm and splash about in the man’s grasp…much to the displeasure of Anamaimon, who has been relegated to the role of observer. For now, at least.

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In an instant, Mephisto is quick to try to settle you down- to keep you from moving so much in a way that “might excite my brother more than we want to.” It’s all he has to say to get you to sit still and lean into his touch more. After all, the position you’re in requires balance. You can soak in the bath for as long as you want. You can enjoy the view of the night sky and all its stars. You can bask in their attention. Give and do as they (rather, Mephisto) say. You just can’t have too much fun without Amaimon. You just can’t.

Or else, who knows how big a war you’ll cause?

For this encounter, the brothers have you tucked away in the corner of a large, outdoor natural bath.

Mephisto was the one to pick the venue. He said that the relaxing powers of a natural Japanese onsen work even on demons such as him and Anaimon. At least, he’s sure it’ll work just enough for Mephisto to get you to safety should his brother find any reason to lash out and throw one of his infamous fits.

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Besides, Mephisto knew the owners of this inn and the accompanying onsen and said that they owed him a favor. A favor large enough for them to turn a blind eye to two demon kings and their lover for the night to use their facility uninterrupted. Alongside the possibility of their business being destroyed by a very angry, very needy, very jealous Amaimon. A possibility you would rather not think about, despite being in the prime position for that to truly come true.

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Right now, the three of you are mostly submerged, with the warm, murky, mineral-filled water reaching just past your belly button as you sit on Mephisto's lap. In front of you sits an awaiting Amaimon, struggling to keep his hands off of your naked form that’s just mere inches away from him. But Mephisto has been insistent from the moment you stripped of your robe and got into the bath with them that Amaimon doesn’t get to touch you until he can convince his brother that he knows not just how to not hurt you, but how to please you properly. Like only a true Demon King could.

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You swore when Mephisto said those words and first pulled you into his lap, you thought for sure you all were goners. You had never even seen Amaimon practically vibrate with displeasure before, and you didn’t like the fact that you were seeing it up close. In fact, if you look now, you can still see his fingers twitch as he brings a nail up to his lips and chews on it anxiously, his eyes never leaving you. Or at least, the parts of you that he can see.

And the parts of you that his brother won’t stop touching.

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Honestly? It all just makes you nervous, just sitting here under Amaimon’s distressed gaze as he drinks in your squirming body and pleasure-filled expressions. Despite Mephisto’s promise that he has the situation under control, you feel as though you can’t be too sure. At the same time,  you feel embarrassed as well. And how could you not be? To do something like this- to be essentially shared between brothers (powerful ones at that), with the chance of someone walking into the space and witnessing your debauchery- is simply crazy. But more than embarrassed and more than nervous, you feel something else. Something that pools deep within the pits of your stomach. Something that makes your blood run hot- hotter than the water you’re sitting in.

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“You said you’d let me touch her clit next, brother! You promised!”

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Something that makes you feel utterly adored in the presence of two very powerful beings.

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Amaimon’s frustrated whines earn him a chuckle from his older brother as the man continues to absently fondle your chest and draw lazy circles into your clit. At the same time, your head is tossed over the King of Time’s shoulder as your chest heaves with every jolt of pleasure he sends through your body. Even so, he takes his time responding. And you’ve been close enough to the two of them to know that it’s not just to tease his brother or to teach him patience. It’s because he himself is struggling with the idea of letting you go- of letting Amaimon join in so soon.

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At least, that’s what the slight tightening of his grip on your breast tells you.

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While he seems mostly unaffected, you know it’s not completely true. Or at least, you know he’s not completely immune. From your spot perched in his lap, you can feel Mephisto’s fully erect and excited cock as it presses against your backside. It twitches at every soft sound you make- every moan and gasp and desperate breathe, as if speaking to your cries. Still, he relents. Because at the end of the day…

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“...you remember everything I showed you, correct?”

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…you weren’t his to begin with.

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“Yes, yes of course!” Amaimon giggles out as he surges forward in the bath and reaches for you- still tucked neatly in Mephisto’s lap. You let out a small gasp as the water splashes about- some as high as your neck, further soaking your skin. But neither man pays any mind to anything above your waist at the moment, now that Mephisto is far too busy murmuring instructions for exactly what Amaimon is currently allowed to do and what he still has to wait on.

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The King of Earth whines, his skin starting to flush angry red as he tries to bargain with his brother. He mentions something about his cock- how it won’t stop weeping for you and your precious hole, but you can’t be too sure. You’re starting to feel a little too dizzy, a little too warm, a little too adored to fully pay attention to the power struggle in front of you. All that you do know is that it ends with Mephisto holding firm and telling Amaimon to remember “whose pleasure matters most in this moment, hmm?”

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Somehow, that results in another pair of hands finding its way onto your body.

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If you were to look down, you wouldn’t be able to see much. The water is far too murky for you to actually see what they’re doing to you. But that doesn’t mean you can’t feel it. That doesn’t mean you can’t feel Mephisto’s long, long fingers as they move away from your clit only to spread your pussy lips apart beneath the water’s surface. That doesn’t mean you can’t feel how Amaimon almost tenatively replaces his brother’s role, toying with your clit with a purposefully gentle brush of his finger tip against the sensitive little button.

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At the first touch, Amaimon eagerly looks up to see the reaction on your face. And you don’t even have to act when you do ultimately let out a rather dramatic sound and roll your hips into the touch, chasing the tiny high.

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Not one to be ignored, Mephisto picks up almost exactly where he left off with your body as his brother continues to experiment with your pussy. While there’s not much he can do below your waist now that Amaimon has currently distracted himself by laying claim to the area, Mephisto continues to palm and grope and squeeze your breasts. Only this time, he mixes in a few unbelievably soft yet scorching kisses and nibbles to your neck at the same time, fully taking advantage of the fact that the other is busy with the real prize. And it’s good thing he only choose now to dive into take a dive in the deep end.

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“Really, you ought to consider becoming mine, my dear~.”

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Because you don’t think any of you would have survived the aftermath of a fully attentive Amaimon bearing witness to such blasphemy. Luckily for you, though, he didn’t. For now. So all is well.

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For now.

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“I can do more than just teach, you know…” Mephisto shamelessly continues to proposition you with a whisper as he delivers a kitten-like lick to a particularly nasty bite that he just left you. One that had you squirming so much it made Amaimon laugh with glee as he thought that the power of just one finger on your clit was enough to wind you up this tight. But for all his hunger towards, his inexperience- his carefulness to not break you like his brother warned him he might- shows. And so it colors his actions. It makes him eager to make you feel good. But his passion comes at the expense of losing the skillful touches Mephisto had. “That is…unless you’re in need of a teacher yourself, my dear~.”

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The skillful touches you can’t help but shamefully miss.

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You can only imagine the smug look that must be on Mephisto’s face as you’re forced to continue squirming on his lap and he and his brother have their ways with you. It’s a battle for your attention. One that goes far deeper than you would have initially thought. After all, you had no reason to hold any worries about Mephisto. Your reservations were with Amaimon, not him.

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And yet, you should have known. You should have always known. The offer to teach Amaimon. The rules. The location. The power. The promises. The positioning. The looks. The touches. The everything. It was all set up by him. It was all designed by him. It was all orchestrated by him. Now, Amaimon is right where he needs to be, happy with the inch that was barely given to him. And you’re putty in Mephisto’s hands. Both figuratively and literally. And nothing either one of you could do about it. Even if you wanted to. Because it’s too late now. Far, far, far too late.

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For Mephisto was already testing the waters that he commandeered and cleared off obstacles.

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“What do you say, my lovely? Would you like to know how it feels to be served by a real king?”

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"Pandemonium" starts right back at the very beginning of this fanfiction, with [F/N] tied to her chair at the dinner table, bringing us back to the present as she recalls every step in her life that brought her here up until now- Finally being snapped back into reality as dinner commences.

Azazel has arrived, possessing the body of his proxy that greeted Lewin and [F/N] during his own chapter. He is the most apologetic towards [F/N] while the rest of the Demon Kings are delighted, without any sense of remorse.

Escape is futile. The bindings tying her ankles are unable to be shaken, and the fear of setting off one of these demons, despite the intense vitriol going through her veins was enough to convince her not even to try.

The conversation continues, and as Lucifer begins to speak he finally concludes that he, as the eldest, is going to be the one to inflict [F/N]'s temptaint- Which the rest of his siblings argue about.

This of course, scares the hell out of [F/N] finally convincing her to try and break out, but to no avail. After the arguement's settled, Iblis and Astaroth are the ones to undo the binds and wrestle [F/N] out of her seat.

She screams and kicks and hits as they drag her up to the head of the table- but halfway there, everything suddenly freezes.

Everyone has stopped moving, barr Mephisto and [F/N], who is still unable to get out of their grasps.

Time has stopped, and Mephisto beckons her to calm down and listen to him, remarking that she probably deserves an explanation as to him, this is all happening for the greater good.

And to him, the sacrificial lamb deserves to know why it's being led to slaughter.

And the reveal comes-

Mephisto was the one that killed Tetsuya, and had orchestrated all of the events leading up to this moment.

He was the one that made sure Beelzebub was in the area at the time of his death, he was the one that made sure Amaimon would run into [F/N] near the youth centre, lured Astaroth to the graveyard that night by falsifying information and giving [F/N] access to files that would cause her to seek out the Illuminati on her own and eventually become an Exorcist.

Mephisto, in a previous timeline, the canon one, had noticed [F/N]'s penchant to attract and pacify demons. But by the time he did, she had already grown a life of her own, away from exorcism.

She never got adopted or taken in by a family, but was studying to become a chef alongside her friend Tetsuya, who was going to become an attorney. And on top of all that, both of them were happy with each other and their peers around them.

And after that timeline failed to defeat Lucifer, Mephisto decided to go for a different approach.

Experimenting in several test-timelines, Mephisto had narrowed down [F/N]'s penchant to originate from her blood, a demonic mutation in the evolution chain passed down from her mother, the necromancer Maria la Morte and certainly not helped by her Azazel-descendant father, Shiro.

Her penchant causes a sort of back-to-life sensation within demons, and even has the power to resuscitate a vessel's heart. And Lucifer, who is in eternal pain and decay, will now have a solution to his pain.

And therefore, will be able to be convinced into sparing Assiah.

So essentially, [F/N] is a demonic sacrifice for the greater good.

Time resumes and she continues screaming, yelling that she'll kill him, that he'll get what's coming to him. Mephisto only watches with a smug smile on his face as shes brought before Lucifer.

He inflicts the temptaint with a shallow cut along her neck, using his claws to do so. [F/N] is unable to fight back as she passes out, the exhaustion, the stress and the blood loss from becoming lightheaded finally getting to her.

Time passes and we switch view to Lewin, who slams the door shut as he enters his apartment. It feels empty now, the place is too quiet.

[F/N] is gone.

He's pissed. Lewin is absolutely livid, both at himself and at the Illuminati. He notices the yellow raincoat on the hanger by the door, slipping it off the hook, he stares at it for a long, long while.

Lewin summons his sylphs. Holding the coat up to them he demands them to find her. Taking his cloak, Lewin steps out the door, resolute.

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DOWN!

Summary: This is an unfinished concept for [F/N]'s first mission with Lewin and meeting Osceola for the first time. IT IS NOT PROOF-READ AND I AM NOT PROUD OF THIS ONE! But it might as well see the light of day <3

"Hurry up now!"

The sky was a clear blue, The sun barely cracked over the horizon.

The city streets were barely alive, Cars sparsely wooshing by on the near desolate roads as the two made their way through the streets. It was cold out on the cusp of winter, Breath turning into mist only being a recent development-

But it didn't matter. The young girl barely caught up behind the older man who was currently gnawing down on a rather greasy burrito he had bought from a nearby gas-station. The girl herself was clutching a plastic packet of sweets, One's artificially flavoured and one's she didn't dare to open-

Not right now anyways.

"So.. Uhm.. What exactly is suppose to happen here? Like.. Do we just go in and..?" [F/N] trailed off, Scratching the back of her nape as they continued down the street. 

"Not quite sure yet- Need to get the briefing when we get there, Kiddo!" Lewin piped up with a lazy smirk on his face, Patterned poncho swaying in the cold breeze as he bit into another chunk of the burrito. 

[F/N] gagged slightly, The scent of sulphur and day-old Taco Bell almost wafting off him.

Lewin Light, Her new legal guardian. Ever since he showed up with that tanned skin and grease-ridden hair, Signed those papers and made it official- She had been living with him. Admittedly it was strange, Even though she had been living with him for about a month now she still hadn't gotten into a comfortable routine. Sure she had one- But it was rather uneasy.

Now was different however. Lewin had woken her up early in the morning when the sky was still navy to tell her they were going on a mission with whatever exorcist organisation he was apart of.

She had grumbled a bit, Complained once she was shaken out of the bed he provided to her. But once he informed her that he was taking her along on a mission? To exorcise actual demons?

[F/N] couldn't resist.

"Hey.. Look at that, We're here!"

They turned the corner down the street to come face to face with yellow police tape and several different people in dark coats, All crowding around in the warded-off area. [F/N]'s eyes widened at the sight, The coat's being rather familiar as it was the same one Lewin owned.

She paused for a second, Processing the sight.

"Come on, Don't be shy now!" Lewin chuckled, Patting her firmly in the back which made her jolt forward. She replied with a small affirmation and nod, Beginning to stumble along with Lewin as they moved along.

He smiled as he approached, Biting into his food once more.

"Hey- Osceola!" Lewin called out through the burrito in his mouth, A lazy grin on his face as they neared the scene. [F/N] blinked, Peering from behind Lewin's silhouette to see who he was greeting.

It was a man, A incredibly tall one at that with a muscular build that could make a pro-wrestler tremble. Rich-Complexion skin and braided hair as white as the feathers he wore on the head-dress crowning him.

[F/N] gulped slightly as he turned to look at Lewin approach, His sun-like eyes staring into him.

"Lewin, Good to see you finally arrived..!" Osceola called out, His voice authoratative but friendly and firm. [F/N] felt a wave of anxiety wash over her, Shying behind Lewin as she gripped the hems of her hoodie.

Feeling her hide behind him, Lewin chuckled under his breath lightly.

"My bad, Old man! Had to make a stop for food, This one here was gettin' hungry!" Lewin called out, Stepping aside to reveal [F/N] who looked like a wet possum once he did. Her eyes widened, Even more so once they connected with Osceola's.

His face went blank, As if processing what he was seeing.

"..Lewin, Who is that?" Osceola questioned, His eyes looking the young child up and down once before trailing to Lewin who stood there with that same grin on his face. Lewin swallowed the food in his mouth, Before pointing towards her.

"This is [F/N]! She's my new apprentice, I adopted her!" Lewin announced with a proud tone in his voice, Presenting her with his hands as she continued to feel like a spotlight had suddenly been shone on her.

[F/N] swallowed, Waving nervously.

"Hi-"

"You what?!" Osceola exclaimed which made several of the exorcists glance over to look at the scene, His eyes near bulging out their sockets. [F/N] felt sweat begin to form on her brow, Feeling rather awkward at being cut off.

"Calm down, M'kay..?" Lewin drawled out, Scratching at the back of his head, Almost shrugging this off like it was nothing."It's not that big of a deal, I just brought her along so she can get some hands-on experience! I'm a real capable guardian you know?" 

"Lewin, You cannot be serious!" Osceola gawked as he looked Lewin dead in the eyes, Not believing his spiel for a minute.

Lewin hummed.  

"Serious as I've ever been! Trust me on this- I wouldn't take in an apprentice without a reason!" He explained as he stepped forward towards Osceola, Who in turn looked around the area before resting a firm hand on Lewin's shoulder.

He turned to look at [F/N] now, A softer look on his face.

"I'm so sorry, But I need to talk to your master here for a minute." Osceola explained delicately, Making [F/N] thin her lips and nod towards him. She fiddled with the strings on her hoodie, 

Osceola tugged Lewin away from the scene, To a far off corner still warded off in police-tape but away from the rest of the exorcists stationed here. Osceola came to a stop, Deeming this place away from prying ears.

He scoffed, Looking down at Lewin like a disappointed father.

"When did this happen? What could've possibly possessed you to adopt a little teenage girl..?!" He exclaimed lowly, Looking at Lewin with a bewildered expression, Watching as he scratched his nape.

"Well I wouldn't deem it possession.."

"How old is she then?"

"Uhh.. Thirteen?"

"You don't even know how old she is, Do you?"

"Well I've only known her for about a month..!"

"And how long has she been your apprentice?"

"..A month."

"Dear lord."

"Trust me..! I know what I'm doing Osceola, I'm not a kid anymore so that means I can take care of one just fine."

"Lewin, That child probably doesn't even have proper training!"

"Well, No but-"

"Where is she even living? Where are her parents?"

"Well- One: She's living with me, I had a spare room at my place and she's sleepin' there fine. And two: She was living at a youth centre when I found her, Not much known about her parents, Apparently she was just dropped off at the doorstep without any idea as to who they were."

"My gods.. Lewin, Out of all the thing's you've done.." Osceola rubbed his temples, A migrane already forming in his skull as he took in the information. Lewin shrugged, Glancing back towards [F/N] before stepping closer to Osceola.

Lewin smirked.

"You remember those illuminati documents we got a hand on a month ago? You know, Those ones?" Lewin asked as he cocked his head to the side.

"Yes, What about them?" Osceola asked, His brow lowering.

"That kid over there is the one who retrieved them" Lewin revealed as he pointed over to [F/N], Who looked awkward amongst all the exorcists. Osceola glanced over to her, His eyes widening just a touch.

"You don't mean-"

"I do..! That girl was inside an illuminati base, Got in there all by herself and charmed not one- But two demon kings! Can you believe that..?!" Lewin beamed as he looked at her, Almost fondly as he rested his hands on his hips.

Osceola shook his head, Scoffing in disbelief.

"What do you mean by that? She met two different kings and survived? How? How am I meant to believe that, Lewin?" Osceola said as he looked back at him almost in shock, Shaking his head.

Pointing towards the coal-tars zipping around her head, Lewin spoke.

"You see those coal tars, Yeah? They're quite fond of her- In fact- All demons that met her are!" Lewin gushed in a low voice, Almost brimming with excitement. "I summoned a bunch of demons to test- Without her knowing of course- And each time without fail they became docile in her prescense, In fact- They became affectionate..!"

"That's.. Unpresidented.." Osceola muttered under his breath as he watched the coal tars dart around her head, Almost excitedly circling her. 

Lewin hummed.

"I call it her penchant. You know- 'A penchant for attracting the damned!'" He sung out in a sarcastic tune as he grinned towards Osceola, Who looked deep in thought. "You know, The kid hates demons, With a passion. But as soon as I get that out of her, I swear, She'll become the most powerful tamer in history- Trust me! I've stumbled across something big."

Lewin smiled as he viewed Osceola's reaction.

"So does that mean she can come along?" Lewin asked sweetly, Almost batting his eyelashes from under his hair. Osceola rolled his eyes, Still looking at Lewin with slight hesitancy.

But he swallowed it down, Sighing slightly.

"..Fine. But I'm going to be there to make sure she'll be okay. She's just a kid and if she get's hurt badly then you're going responsible for it." Osceola answered, Folding his arms firmly over his chest as he looked down at Lewin expectantly.

Lewin barked out a laugh.

"Nah, She'll be fine! When I was her age I was out conducting experiments with demons of my own!" Lewin answered, Looking back fondly on all those memories he made.

"Don't remind me, Lewin." Osceola groaned, Looking back at the same memories Lewin was and feeling a shiver run up his spine at the thought of it.

Lewin noticed, Rolling his eyes.

"Oh come on! She'll be okay, She's a tough kid!" He said though just a touch more seriously this time, Confident in [F/N]'s abilities as they began to stroll back towards the main group.

Osceola frowned, His eyes narrowing.

"Lewin.. Why do you think they sent two Arc Knights out here?" He spoke lowly as they moved closer to the rest of the exorcists. Lewin's smile dimmed slightly, Eyes peering up at Osceola through his hair.

"..What's the situation?"

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"The surrounding few blocks have been warded off, Most of the residents told to evacuate due to pipe-leakage and other different structural issues. While this is usually an explantation as to not disturb the residents, It is also now not a lie in this case-"

Osceola began, His voice loud and steady as he stood before the exorcists gathered before him. Excluding [F/N] and Lewin, There was about thirty different exorcists present, All listening intently to his voice.

"A few days ago a lot of resident's went missing, Apparently the building had been having power-outages, Bad irrigation.. And a lot of residents reported dizzy spells and passing out. So of course, We, The Order, Came to check for signs of demonic activity."

[F/N] herself was currently stood up at the front, Standing beside Lewin with a focused yet bewildered expression on her face. She gripped a notepad tightly, Scribbling down whatever she thought sounded important.

Lewin on the other hand, Stood there scratching his nose as he listened to Osceola drone on. He seemed confident on the outside, But as [F/N] looked closer she could see the lazy grin that was usually on his face was vacant.

It made her gulp slightly, Turning back to focus on Osceola.

"From what few scouts returned- According to them it's an absolute Labyrinth in there." He continued on, Pointing towards an alleyway which had more tape around it than usual. "Talking about moving walls, Non-euclidean geometry, A lot more space than what's suppose to be in a regular apartment block. Our best guess is that the Demon is either possessing the entire building or is strong enough to manipulate it without possessing it."

"I see.. So you suppose it's Kin of Time?" Lewin piped up.

"No doubt about it." Osceola answered with a nod. "Most definetly Upper-Class even within Upper-Class. Though, We're not certain about what demon it is, Which brings me onto my next point."

Osceola turned towards a group of exorcists, About four or five standing off to his left. He pointed towards them, Who in turn stiffened at the mention.

"Exorcist's specialising in the meister of Aria will stay back waiting for further confirmation on the Demon's identity, Once found out we will call for your prescense inside." Osceola ordered to which the exorcists nodded, Speaking out a quiet confirmation to his command.

Osceola nodded, Turning back towards the rest.

"Otherwise, The rest of us will head inside the Labyrinth to try and exorcise the demon from inside. Unfortunately, We're not sure whether there are survivors or not inside." He said with a furrowed brow. "If we are unable to locate the demon, Then we will focus on rescuing any survivors still inside the Labyrinth! Understand..?!"

A collective 'Yes, Sir!' rang out from the group of exorcists, Who saluted him and began to prepare for passage inside. They moved away, Beginning to shuffle through the bags scattered around the area, Preparing their tools and weapons from inside.

It left [F/N] and Lewin standing before Osceola. [F/N] in particular feeling awkward, Eyes trained on her sneakers.

Osceola's expression soften slightly, Sighing, He stepped forward. Lewin stepped back once Osceola kneeled down infront of [F/N], Who continued to look at her sneakers, Hands gripping the hems of her hoodie.

Though a hand reached out, Offering it to her.

"Names Osceola Redarm, I'm an Arc Knight along with your master Lewin over there. It's nice to meet you, Kid." Osceola introduced, His hand outstretched for her with a kind smile on his face.

[F/N] glanced up, Feeling shy as she reached out her own hand and shook his.

"[F/N] Light. Thank you for letting me come on this mission, Sir..!" [F/N] blurted out, Feeling an embarrassed blush cross her face as she looked at him. Osceola nodded, His grip was firm but not painful- More reassuring as they let go.

"Lewin isn't forcing you into this, Is he? You sure you want to come along, Kid? " Osceola asked with a raised brow, Glancing over to Lewin whose face was the picture of angelic innocence.

[F/N] glanced between the two, Her heart though thumping and completley terrified by the run-down Osceola gave- Felt a sort of excitement too. Though she was certainly underprepared, She wanted to help- To exterminate demons.

[F/N] smiled, Nodding.

"I wanna come. Even though I don't have a temptaint and I'm unskilled with this whole.. Exorcism stuff, I want to learn- If that's alright with you." [F/N] added on at the end, To which Osceola nodded.

"Alright then, But if it get's too dangerous, I'll be sending you ba-"

His face went blank.

Osceola blinked, His face scrunching up.

"Wait.. You don't have a temptaint..?!" Osceola exclaimed, His head jerking around to face Lewin who seemed to be looking anywhere but at Osceola. He kicked a rock nearby his shoe, Whistling lowly.

"Oh.. Yeaaahhhhhh.. About that..!"

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Wind blew through the area, Making eyes wince all around.

[F/N] raised a hand infront of her face, Trying to keep the gales from drying out her eyes. They moved forward, Having entered through a backdoor in the evacuated apartment complex, Where was usually suppose to be electrical wires an dripping pipes was instead something more.. Biblically-Accurate.

Moving- An entire sea of walls and floors and ceilings- All of them slid along like sliding jenga pieces, None stopping for a break. Stairs that were too long were in place of pillars, Pillars connected a floor to a wall- It was entropy.

[F/N]'s eyes widened once she lowered the hand from her face, Jaw dropping at the mere sight of what she saw.

"W-What the..?!" [F/N] cried, Stumbling back from the group she was travelling with. When she had followed behind Lewin and Osceola down the backdoor-stairway she hadn't expected this at all- Not in the slightest.

[F/N] couldn't even see the end of it- Whatever crack in the architecture that was exposed to her had just shone nothing. Nothing like an abyss. This place was too large for an apartment building basement, Too large for comprehension.

"Ah, So even someone without a temptaint can see this stuff, Eh?" Lewin chimed in with an interested smile on his face, Glancing back at the absolute abyss of walls and furniture like it was mere child's play.

[F/N] scoffed at his reaction, Jaw still hanging wide open.

"T-This stuff..?! T-This place doesn't even seem like reality!" She announced as she gazed off into the abyss, The tips of her shoes kissing the edge of the fenceless-Stairtop she stood on. [F/N] gulped once she looked below, Shimmying a few steps back at the sight of the drop.

"Kin of Time, Kiddo. Get use to it!" Lewin laughed, Waving off her concern. "We're most likely in a different pocket-dimension made by the demon possessing this apartment building,"

"Different Dimension..?!" [F/N] felt her heart drop.

"Think of it as slicing a cake." Lewin started, Raising a finger up in thought. "What we're in right now is a slice - It still would be considered the same cake, Right? Just a slice of it taken out from the main body, You get that?"

[F/N] blinked.

"I.. Think so?" She stammered as she continued to look around nervously. Lewin nodded at her words, Noticing the hesitant expression crossing her face. Lewin hummed as they walked, His voice growing lower as he slowed down to walk beside her.

"Y'know, I was honestly expecting this to just be a demon infestation." Lewin admitted as they continued to walk along, [F/N] glancing up at him. "Didn't wanna say anything since you seemed so eager but.. You should probably head back up and wait with the Aria's."

[F/N] frowned as she looked at Lewin, Continuing to walk alongside him.

"This place is disturbing and all but- I wanna help. If I want to be an exorcist, I can't chicken out just because I'm.. Y'know." [F/N] shrugged, Wiping the sweat off of her brow. "When I face a demon in the future, I need to be able to look it in the eyes, Okay?"

Lewin nodded slightly at the answer, Though his frown still laid on his face.

"Seriously, I'll walk with you back upstairs. I get wanting to explore this whole place searching for the demon, Trust me, I do." Lewin smiled slightly at that, Though it dissipated soon enough. "But this seems a little bit difficult for a first mission, Yeah?"

Lewin finished speaking soon enough, Which made [F/N] lower her brow. Deep down inside her she knew that his words were a downplay, This situation seemed dangerous even for the trained members among the group.

But she didn't want to say anything, Remembering how repugnant it felt to turn away from a fight or a situation. Instead she just thinned her lips and kept her eyes on the pathway ahead, Telling herself that everything was going to be fine.

Lewin didn't get an answer from her. Understanding that he wouldn't get one, His smirk returned to his face as he continued on.

"..Aight then. Just make sure you don't get hurt then, Don't wanna get this on my record." Lewin told her as he moved forward.  Turning back to walk with the rest of the group which [F/N] struggled to keep up with.

She hobbled along with the rest of the exorcists who- Though were on guard- Seemed wholey unphased by the hellscape they were in. Hellhounds and other familiars she was unable to see brushed up against her leg. Though focused on their master's command, Couldn't help but gravitate towards her as they walked.

[F/N], Though shivered when they neared her.

They continued on down the staircase, The wind billowing throughout the abyss of old concrete and decaying furniture. The entire place smelt of ash and dubris, The kind of stench that nipped at the nose.

[F/N] gripped onto small dagger hidden within her hoodie pouch, Feeling only slightly comforted as she held it. It was given to her by Osceola before they went in, A leather clasp wrapped tightly over the blade so it wouldn't slice her fingers off.

She gulped, Thumb running over that cow-hide.

"Alright..!" Osceola called out quietly to the group, His voice though low still echoed across the labyrinth. He didn't stop, Continuing to lead the squad down from the staircase. "It's most likely that the demon was somehow able to possess the building, Our goal is to reach the core- Where the demon's heart most likely lies..!"

[F/N] gulped slightly as she listened to him, Growing increasingly nervous especially once they reached the bottom of the staircase, Now beginning to traverse was looked like a way-too-wide hallway with no walls nor ceiling.

Just one straight line forward, Built of wood that seemed to depress under each and every step.

[F/N] felt a shiver run down her spine as she continued to look around the place. What kind of demon could make this madhouse a reality? [F/N] silently grew closer to Lewin, Hiding behind the tails of his poncho.

Something wasn't right here, Something felt o-

Rmmmm!

The group froze right in it's track, Almost on cue weapons of all kind were raised up into the air. Hellhounds began to growl. A rumbling began to sound out from every side, Vibrations like an earthquake began to shake the ground.

The group looked around in every direction. Each of the sliding buildings seemed to quicken in their drag across the abyss. From below especially, Seemingly the heart of where the shaking was coming from.

"Careful..! Something's approaching!"

The yell of Osceola was barely processed by [F/N], Who barely kept herself up, Near falling over on her own feet at the sheer size of the quake. Whatever was approaching, It was coming in fast- It was coming in qui-

"[F/N]!"

Someone yelled out but she couldn't seem to make out who. Suddenly her body felt light, The pressure under her feet removed. For a second she could barely understand what was happening, Where she was or what to do.

She fell.

The floor from under her seemed to collapse, Crunching and cracking down into a slope that made her slide right off the edge into the abyss. [F/N] screamed out, Her hands unable to grasp anything, 

Lewin's eyes widened as he watched her fall, Feet rushing forward.

His hand shot out from under his poncho, Ready to yell for some kind of demon to save her from the fall. 

But before he could he was knocked to the side. A pillar crashing into his mid-section making him go flying.

Though the pillar was destroyed in a mere instant. Concrete exploding from the impact of Osceola's gauntlet ramming into it, Bit's of ash and dust trickling down in the air. He whipped his head around, Shock written on his face.

"Lewin..! Are you alright, Did you get injured?!"

"I'm fine!" Lewin yelled. He shook off the dust and splinterwood that fell onto him, Having been slammed right into a wall. Lewin's eyes were wide, Teeth grinding together. "[F/N], She fell off the edge-! Is she down there, Can you see her..?!"

Osceola's eyes widened, But before he could do anything-  

RAAAAAAAH!

An inhuman roar erupted across the labyrinth, Echoeing and bouncing off every single wall. Several men winced, Covering their ears at the mere volume. But before long 

Walls shifted. The overwhelming sound of snapping twine and crumbling stone erupted from all around them. A good few yards, The walls and the furniture began to circle together, Joining, Attaching to each other- Forming together.

The exorcists watched as it became one single entity, One roaring beast in the shape of a towering dragon. Teeth made of splintered wood, Eyes made from bathroom mirrors and lit up by lamps suffocated inside of it. Twin arms erupted from the newly formed body, Slamming down onto the floor which made some of the exorcists stumble.

"Get ready..!" Osceola called out, Though his eyes darted over to the abyss where [F/N] had fallen, His mind trying to focus on the situation at hand. His fist tightened around his gauntlet, Trying to keep himself steady

Lewin on the other hand had just gotten up, His eyes still wild and wide as he stared off in the direction she fell. He felt himself grow angry, An emotion that he hadn't felt often. Once his eyes locked with Osceola's however, He swallowed it down.

[F/N]-

Lewin felt his finger itch. She must be okay- She better be okay. Lewin didn't even have time to contemplate why he felt concern over a child he barely knew, Not before the make-shift dragon roared once more.

He gritted his teeth.

She better have survived.

"Stupid Intruders" by The Vincent Black Shadow was the main song used to help write this fic. Other's include the Destroy Boys discography with songs such as "Drink" and "I threw glass at my friend's eyes and now I'm on probation" and Cavetown's "Devil Town."

Osceola was going to be a father figure of sorts to [F/N]. I liked the idea of a found family dynamic between Osceola, Lewin and [F/N] because I just thought it was pretty neat.

I've always imagined that [F/N]'s ability to tame demons, if she met her full potential, would've been wielded like Geto's Cursed Technique from JJK. She would've been an insane exorcist when it came to taming.

amaimon traces the soft flesh lying underneath him tenderly, nails leaving barely noticeable scratches in their wake, simply observing the rise and fall of your chest with hooded, impassive eyes as he gladly drinks up the sight of your unresponsive, sleeping face. under normal circumstances, he would hate for you to so blatantly remain ignorant of his presence and ignore him, but he supposes these aren't normal circumstances to begin with. not that he'll lose sleep over it.

even now, he could hear and feel it all. hear the way your heart bumped against your ribcage and feel your faint, relaxed pulse as he proceeds to hold up both of your limp wrists with only one hand. he doesn't attempt to do anything other than stare at you, dissecting everything with his sharp eyes and committing everything to memory.

every minutiae, every twitch of your muscles, every change of your facial expression and every minor detail surrounding you didn't go unnoticed by him. he narrows his eyes, still with that blank, inscrutable look on his face, and drops your wrists as he instead latches onto your neck.

he leaves light, wet, sloppy kisses before working his way up to your lips. he tugs on your lower lip with his teeth, wrapping an arm around your waist as he lifts you off the mattress effortlessly. amaimon places you in his lap and purses his lips when you slump forward and press your forehead against his shoulder, continuing to sleep.

amaimon wonders why he can't find it in himself to get mad at you and think of you as a nuisance. oftentimes, he contemplates why he doesn't feel the sudden urge to kill you like he usually does when interacting with humans. it would be so easy what with you so blissfully unaware, using him as a makeshift pillow, innocently sleeping. he brings his claws up to your head and he realizes he can end your life without so much as breaking a sweat right here, right now.

but, instead, he takes to patting you on the head and gently stroking your hair. his gaze doesn't soften, but the previous sharpness and coldness fades away even if briefly, his eyes returning to their default indifference. "why won't you wake up? pets are supposed to listen, you know?" he asks innocently and slightly furrows his brows in confusion when you snuggle up to him, seeking the warmth his body heat provided.

"hm. i suppose this isn't too bad either." he shrugs and his warm hand cups your cheek, thumb perching itself on your bottom lip. he regards you with one long look, composed and unreadable like always.

at times, he can't wrap his head around you or your thought process. you know he's a demon, a being which seeks to cause chaos and mayhem — to destroy everything it so much as touches. in other words, he's everything a normal human is taught to stray away from and detest. and he's one of the ba'al, which is even more reason for you to evade him and bow your head in fear.

however, against your better judgement, you had invited him over to your apartment countless of times (and tonight is another such example) and you think of him as a friend. you think of him as someone trustworthy enough to let your guard down and fall peacefully asleep, not even considering the possibility of betrayal. he doesn't remember how it got to this point, he supposes it doesn't matter in the end.

amaimon is a demon king and he's always been fond of playing games and testing his luck. he wants to know if he can make you dream about him; if you can picture only him and nobody else even in your sleep, if he can force you to say his name out loud.

at some point, he wonders if you're playing a game with him, too. if you purposefully turn a blind eye to his demonic disposition and wish for him to touch you the same way he keeps on fantasizing about it.

his hands trail over to your waist and he squeezes the flesh at his disposal, nestling his chin on your shoulder and burying his face deep in your neck. amaimon slowly lifts up your shirt enough to expose your midriff and allows his nails to graze the skin, watching as goosebumps break out after the abrupt physical contact.

amaimon's long since decided on keeping you around as his toy, as his human pet, and thought you were just a source of entertainment for him. but tonight, he finally realizes that it's not you who needs him. it's him who needs you. the idea of you abandoning him and no longer being a constant in his immortal life causes irritation to wash over him; he deems it disgusting and doesn't entertain this line of thought any longer.

fascination fills his eyes upon noticing you stirring around in your sleep, seemingly disturbed by his feathery touches and kisses. he considers cutting his ministrations short, but before he can place you back in your original position on the bed, you wake up and immediately lock eyes with him.

"y/n, you're awake." amaimon deems it necessary to state the obvious out loud with his childish, yet somehow monotone voice. despite him owlishly staring at you, his claws carefully prop you up. he doesn't allow you to get up, leaving you trapped between his legs.

you blink up at him, dazed and drowsy, rubbing at your eyes. "amaimon... what are you doing?" you croak out and gesture towards the position he has you in, pretty sure you didn't go to bed like this.

amaimon remains unfazed and continues to stroke your skin, drawing patterns with his claws. "well, i was in the middle of kissing you. is that bad?" he questions, though you can't pinpoint any actual remorse.

you rack your brain for any reason the demon king of earth would have in order for him to kiss you and hold you so close to him. you're aware of his detestation and loathing of anything human and, at times, you've wondered what he felt towards you, as well. however, you've always lacked the courage to straightforwardly ask him, fearing the truth.

you connect amaimon with warm evenings and the scent of nature. to you, he's a thistle. sharp thorns that keep you at an arm's length, away from the danger of prickling your finger and drawing blood, yet still allowing you to admire him from afar.

"why?" you whisper and can't even be bothered to hide your surprise when he leans down in order to properly connect his lips with yours. your eyes widen, stunned by the gesture before completely melting into the kiss, placing a hand on his shoulder and reciprocating the feverish, fervent thirst for more.

amaimon has come a long way. from hating your guts due to your persistence to craving you every hour of the day. from wanting to eradicate you to studying everything about you.

you're the first human to enamour him, to entrance him. he doesn't think anyone else will ever duplicate the feelings, which you ignite in him with a single smile.

the smile that he's staring at in this current moment. the only smile which he wants to see for all of eternity. you're his carnation, after all.

You’re running. She is too. Giggles float into the air like the fluff of a dandelion just wished upon. The grass is soft beneath your bare feet, the sun kisses your skin with her warmth, a breeze brushing through your hair as you keep chase. Your footprints overlap much smaller ones made just seconds before, larger ones overlapping your own just seconds after.

A smile is spread over three faces as the game of chase intensifies, a figure jumping clear over your own and landing feet in front of the instigator of said chase. The smallest figure, shielded by the bright sunlight from your vision, begins to laugh loudly as her father grabs her and takes off in a full sprint. You follow suit.

Everything is crimsom. There is a thick coating of the ugly color in the grass, on the bark of trees, on your hands. She lays in your arms, eyes having grown dark, her tiny body is so cold. Was she always this tiny? This fragile? Blood has foamed up and out of her mouth, dripping over her bruised face. Her chest is concave, pulling into itself. Golden magic is fluttering over her entire body. You feel how her ribs are cracked into pieces, how her jaw is completely dislocated, how her windpipe is crushed. The latter is completely unnecessary, as her little lungs could have never hopes to expand against the brutality which has taken place against her thoracic cavity. Medically, nothing could have helped her.

Majik. Majik could have. Majik could have saved your little girl, but he took it. Looking up, you see him syphoning it from you, feel him doing it. You scream for him to stop, even for just a moment, to let you save her. You sob and screech and plead and threaten. He just stares.

You sit up quickly with a gasp. You’re covered in sweat, tears streaming down your face. Amicus is startled by your sudden movement, but your terror quickly sends her on high alert. She scans the room with all five heads, each hissing and baring their own fangs in the face of an unseen danger. You pet over her body to calm her as you grip your shirt right over your heart. You’re shaking, completely thrown by your dream. It’s one you haven’t experienced in over two centuries. 

As Amicus lowers her guard, you slowly, shakily, stand. Stumbling your way to your kitchen area, you turn your faucet on and shove your head under it, mouth open. The cool water on your face and in your stomach helps. Shutting off the sink, you follow its name and sink to the floor. You try to take deep breaths as you glance at the tiny clock on the stove reading 5:37 am. After a few moments you collect yourself from the floor and slowly make your way to the bathroom. 

Looking in the mirror, you see tear streaks covering your face. Letting out a breath, you begin to wash your face. It was a nightmare, you’ve had it before, you can’t let it control you again. Another century of lying on the ground and refusing to move won’t change something that happened a millennium ago. That doesnt mean you wont take your sweet fucking time getting yourself together for the day, though. Forty-five minutes pass before you finally exit your bathroom, fully dressed for the day with fresh makeup covering your neck under the thick turtleneck style of your uniform.

Amicus stands tall in the hallway outside the bathroom door, acting as your not so mini guard. Walking past her to grab your bag, she slithers her way to the front door with you. Forgoing your coffee, you stick your key into the door and roughly yank it this way and that til you hear the resounding click to indicate that the door is ready. Taking a deep breath, you open the door into your classroom, students already seated and waiting ever so patiently.

If patiently can be described as Ryuji, or Bon as everyone seems to call him, and Rin having an all-out brawl in the middle of the room while everyone else shouts their opinions on it at them. Jaw dropped, you cannot help but just watch for a moment, amazed at the audacity of a group of absolutely idiotic teenagers gains when their teacher is a whole 30 seconds late. Amicus, of course, must be the adult in the situation for the moment. She has always been such a good girl.

Growing to her full size, Amicus wraps one neck each around both teens and lifts them several feet above the ground and, most importantly, away from each other. Yet again, you hear that girly as ever shriek, realizing this time it came from Shima.

Gaining your voice back in the wake of your shock, you shout at the two boys to shut it as they continue to scream at each other while trying to twist out of their binds to reach each other. Seeing that your shouting can't get through to them, and the giant hydra isn’t deterring them, you simply walk to your desk and place down your things. As the boys continue their, now only verbal, beatdown, you begin to write on the board. 

In all honesty, you had no idea what you were going to teach today, you never finished your lesson plan from yesterday, and had no intention of finishing it this morning after the night you had. Winging it had always been more of your strong suit to begin with, so why not now? 

As you finished writing points on the board, the class continued to become quieter and quieter. Finally turning around, you see all the other students now in their seats, aside from Shima, who now sits three full rows farther back than he had previously. Raising an eyebrow, you look at Rin and Bon. Both are still suspended in the air, weakly reaching for the other. If their lethargic movements didn’t tell you they had exhausted themselves, their sweat-soaked hair and clothes sure did. Raising your hand to Amicus as you nod lets her know to release them, and they tumble to the floor. 

“Seats, now. Or neither of you will be on the training trip this weekend. Good luck trying to make that bullshit up later.”

Slowly standing, both boys half crawl to their seats, faces red in anger or embarrassment. Who knows, and who cares? As they sit, you follow suit at your own desk, looking to the class with the expectation of an explanation as you tap your palm to your leg. Amicus shrinks down yet again and takes her place under your desk with her reward, another beef stick from your pocket. The students, however, do not seem to sense their cue.

“So…are we just going to ignore that or…?” you question.

As the students look to each other, then you, no one makes the move to speak up. Rolling your eyes, you start your lecture, telling the students there will be a quiz tomorrow on its topic. As you speak, you notice a few more mannerisms amongst the students. Nothing too interesting, just that Rin tends to fall asleep in class when the topic bores him, Shima seems to keep trying to get Izumos attention, Izumo glares at him every time, Bon and the bald kid whos name you still arent sure of seem to take it all very seriously, and Shemi seems a bit confused but dedicated. The puppet kid still creeps you the fuck out, just whispering to his rabbit the whole time. 

By the time you finish, there are another 15 minutes of class left. Figuring they would enjoy it, you tell the entire class that they are free to leave and enjoy their break before the next one starts. Gathering your things, you begin to pack up your bag to leave.

“The oldest sister married Amaimon, right?”

You freeze. Slowly turning your head to the class again, you see Rin staring at you. You guess his nap must have done him wonder since he suddenly seems so much more alert. You look at your bag, then back to Rin, before sighing as you set it back on the ground and hop up to sit on your desk.

“Yep, he married her. Why?”

“What exactly do you know about her, then? She ran off the assiah, right? Was that recent?”

The rest of the class looks a little uncomfortable, Shemi the most, having shrunk in herself.

“Well…no, it probably would have been hundreds, if not thousands, of years ago. The old legends don’t specify much, but…I think most agree she ran, and he didn’t follow. Again, why?”

Rin seems almost disappointed in this answer, looking off to the side and refusing to answer. You won't pry, you don’t want to get yourself too involved in any of this. You only took the job out of sheer boredom. You can only wander the world for you long before there's nothing new to see. The feeling in your gut keeps you from outright leaving, though. Looking over the class, you ask if there are any other questions about today's or yesterday's lesson. You get one or two minor questions about today's lecture, which mainly consisted of the use of minor demons by paganistic society before the formation of the Vatican. Then, Bon raises his hand. You nod at him to start speaking.

“That lady, the one always with…uh…Mr. Faust, is she a…y’know?” Bon stammers. You know exactly who and what Mephisto is, but you suppose that since the class was told you weren’t directly aligned to the vatican, it would make sense Bon would beat around the bush.

“Yes, she is.” You state bluntly. Unlike Bon, your words don’t waver for a second. 

Many in the class grow pale, but before more questions can arise the bell rings. You motion for everyone to file out and decide maybe here is a good place to get some paperwork done after all. As long as you actually stay awake this time. Pulling out some documents from your bag as students file out, you see a blob of blonde out of the corner of your eye. You glace up and immediately shriek as you suddenly notice shimi is about 2 inches from the side of your head. 

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!” she quickly stutters out.

You try to wipe the obvious grimice off your face and give a weak chuckle.

“It’s all right, how can I help you Shimi?” 

As you ask, Shemi’s familiar, a baby greenman, hops off her shoulder as your familiar rises from the floor to meet it. The two interact almost like children meeting at the swingset for the first time. They eye each other for a moment, then seemingly nod to one another before Nee, as shemi has now just told you during their interaction, hops onto one of Amicus’s five heads and suddenly shoots off deeper into the room. Nee lets out tiny sounds of delight as they speed off, Amicus hissing playfully in response. It is not completely uncommon for familiars to be playful with one another, however, one with such a high ranking typically would not entertain another so much lower and younger. Considering how you met Amicus to begin with, though, it isn’t too odd of a sight for you.

You realize Shimi has been speaking the whole time you were watching the two play, and quickly tune back into her voice.

“-so that’s why I- um…why we both think it would be good if you could maybe, if you dont mind of course! If you could…PleaseTrainMeToBeATamerLikeYou!” Shemi has her eyes squeezed shut as she practically word vomits the rest of her sentence at you, face bright red. 

She reminds you of someone you used to know when she does that. A younger girl from 2000 years ago who you loved dearly, one who asked you the exact same thing. While at the time you were only seventeen, your younger sister was eight. Much younger than Shemi is now, yes, but the innocence in asking is where the connection lies. 

A young Blonde girl runs up to you, her head barely clearing your first set of ribs. Her Blue eyes are shining with joy that extends out into her entire being. She jumps and wraps her arms around your middle, curls nestled against your neck as you pick her up and spin. She giggles, telling you to stop, that she has something important to tell you. You can’t remember what it was exactly, maybe she had summoned a fae for the first time? Lured one into a circle? It doesn’t matter now. What matters is what she asks you a few moments later. 

You both sit on the ground now, curled under the willow tree that sits just beside your beloved pond. She is red in the face, embarrassed but prideful in her ask. Determined to get her favorite big sister to share her knowledge no matter how young she may be, or if her Majik would even allow her to partake in the ritual. Celina was always stubborn. As she squeezed her eyes shut tight, face scrunching with the effort, she nearly shouted her request.

“PleaseTeachMeYourSummoningMajik!”

“Ms.(l/n)?”

You blink quickly a few times before realizing you have just been silently staring at Shemi for the past few moments. She looks to be on the verge of tears. The poor thing, you can’t imagine her taking it well if you said no at this point.

“Y’know, how about after this training weekend, we start to meet after your classes? I do have some other respondibilitys I need to take care of, but a couple days a week we can work one on one, Okay? Just remember, im not a vatican certifi-”

“Oh Thank you! Thank you!” Shemi exclaims, pure joy in her tone. She quickly hugs you tight, and you stiffen. Aside from Amicus, you haven’t exactly been the huggy type. You awkwardly wrap your arms around her, patting the top of her head twice as it rests on your collar bone. Shemi pulls away as a ball of energy, grabbing Nee who has made its way back to the desk at some point and running out the room, shouting gratuities along the way. 

You watch her go with a raised eyebrow as Amicus makes her way to your feet, nudging one with her closest head and staring up at you. 

“What have i gotten myself into this time Ami?” chuckling as you grab your things, deciding paperwork can wait, you walk to the class door and close it, pulling out your key and inserting it into the rusted key hole.