Author's Note: I'm gonna be honest here guys, I'm not quite sure what I'm doing with this story and I'm a bit rusty at writing at the moment but I hope to flesh out the main plot to this story at least in my mind within the next week or so. Despite my hesitation I'm going to go ahead and post this to see if I'm going in the right direction or not and if it's any good and worth continuing. It's been forever since I watched the anime and the manga is a bit slow updating so forgive me if I miss anything. Regardless I'm trying to keep everyone in character so let me know if they get a bit OOC. There is an actual OC in this story but I assure you the main character and focus here is Amaimon! Anyways, enjoy~!

~~~GW~~~

Chapter 1: Wretched Summoning

The cavern was massive in size, buried secretly underneath an unassuming temple. It was dark and dank and countless candles flickered in the slowly circulating air, their bases sealed to the rock with the wax they wept. A large staircase sloped gradually from large heavy wooden doors until it ended in a circular shape. Nestled in the bowels of the earth shadows quivered and lurked in the corners, hiding out of reach of the soft glow of candles. The room seemed to be completely empty despite being filled with people. They stood in hooded cloaks, gathered around the room in a hushed silence. An air of nervousness rippled in the air and the smell of fear was abundant.

With a massive groan the two oaken doors rolled open on hesitant hinges and a murmur spread through the cavern. A group stepped forward forming two lines of people with an elaborately dressed man at the head. He descended the stairs, the people behind him fanning out to join the others standing in a circle, and a young girl dressed in a white gown approached. She was clothed all in white, with a veil flowing around her white hair, soft slipper clad feet padding across the smooth stone floor. Her skin was pale and her eyes fluttered open as she stepped into the room revealing a brilliant emerald color. Nervously she clasped her trembling hands in front of her as if praying and looked down.

Below her the floor of the circular room had been carved in holy ruins, a massive seal ringed with ancient markings and jumbles of symbols had been etched carefully into the smooth stone. Her breath caught fearfully and she managed to quell the terror rising up in her throat. She felt like crying but she'd already been scolded earlier during her cleansing for shedding tears and she was fearful something so trivial would ruin everything. Her heart pounded in her chest like a caged rabbit and she forcefully repeated the words of comfort she'd been fed from the very beginning.

It's for the greater good. Think of all the lives you'll be saving. You were meant for this. This is your destiny.

With resignation the fragile girl descended the stairs towards the grim priest and stepped onto the great seal. Her slender feet tread carefully past images of great lumbering trees, jagged peaks of mountains and crawling streams of water. In the center a horrid demonic face leered at her from the stone and a shiver of apprehension raced up her spine.

Amaimon's mouth felt extremely lonely at the moment and his level of boredom was quickly reaching a catastrophic level that promised mayhem. He was currently slouched on top of a bookshelf, legs kicking impatiently over the side as he listened to the faint scratch of a pen. Below him Mephisto was perched primly behind his desk, attention focused on the important papers before him. Amaimon's long nails dug into his pockets in search for a sweet to occupy his mouth and he promptly came up empty, a frown twisting his mouth.

"Brother." He called from his perch, fingers curling around the top shelf as he leaned dangerously forward. "Have you any sweets?" He called and Mephisto sighed, pausing in his writing.

"Have you eaten all the ones I gave you?" He demanded, a headache already forming from the mess he'd had to deal with that day. Student injuries from a training exercise gone wrong, complaints from teachers at the academy and a slew of trouble caused by their very own younger brother.

"Yes, was I not supposed to?" Amaimon pouted, tilting his head to the side.

"Not all at once. You should have saved some. You're much too impatient little brother." Mephisto groused, scribbling a few notes down. Amaimon pouted.

"I was hungry..." Silence. "Brother I'm bored." He blinked expectantly and when Mephisto ignored him he frowned unhappily. "I'm bored, nothing ever happens here."

"Then go entertain yourself." Mephisto ground out and Amaimon perked up.

"I will! I'll find younger brother, he'll provide fun!" The demon prince grinned and Mephisto's head shot up.

"Absolutely not! I'm still dealing with the trouble you two caused the last time!" He snapped, gloved fingers clenching forcefully around his pen. "And no terrorizing the humans, you've gained enough attention as it is!" The two brothers glared stubbornly back at one another, Mephisto daring Amaimon to object. Finally the younger demon averted his gaze, hunched over on his shelf as he gnawed at the fingernail on his thumb.

"You're no fun." He grumbled and Mephisto twitched.

"No fun? No fun! I give you sweets and play games with you when you whine of boredom! Leave me be Amaimon I have work to do!" He growled. "No fun! I'm as fun as can be!" The older demon grumbled to himself, his pride stung. Amaimon's irritation ratcheted up another level and he glared down at Mephisto a full on pout darkening his face. The room lapsed back into silence and his eyes narrowed. Mephisto never hesitated to pay Rin any attention when he called for it so why couldn't Amaimon do the same? Rin didn't even want the attention half the time! He always seemed to have countless weakling humans that demanded his attention. Maybe I should steal one of them again? Amaimon thought briefly, eyes falling on Mephisto again. A glimmer of something hot and sharp curled in his stomach like a fiery worm and watching his brother closely he carefully inched his hand downwards. His fingers closed around a book resting on the top shelf below him and slyly he pulled it free, letting the rather old looking tome flop open in his hands. Tongue clenched between his sharp fangs he carefully seized one of the delicate pages between two clawed fingers and promptly ripped the page free with a ridiculously loud shredding noise.

Mephisto froze.

"….Did you just-?" Another horrible ripping sound interrupted him and he flinched, looking up at Amaimon with horror as a page fluttered weakly to the ground. His eyes followed it down to its resting place and his mouth smoothed itself into a very thin line. That was the last straw. Their eyes met again and briefly Amaimon wondered if he had made a mistake. It was easy to forget how frightening and downright deadly his older brother could be until he was wearing that kind of expression. The chair scraped back with a loud screech and suddenly Amaimon felt fear as he released the book, scampering from the top of the bookshelf with nimble speed as Mephisto lunged for him. He dropped to the floor, making a break for the door when a pop sounded in his ear and a cloud of pink engulfed him. A gloved hand seized the back of his jacket and shook him roughly as Mephisto hauled him to his feet.

"You're worse than a child!" Mephisto growled, thrusting his nose in Amaimon's face. "A temperamental child with nothing better to do than annoy me! Do you know how old that book was?" He demanded and Amaimon simpered in his hands, a pout on his face as he gnawed at a black fingernail. "Even Rin acts more mature than you!" Oh well now that hurt. "Do you even do anything useful? Surely you must have a tree to tend or an earthquake to cause?" Ouch. Wait…was Mephisto asking him to wreck the human world? Confused Amaimon opened his mouth to ask only to be shaken again. "Any more trouble from you little brother and I'll send you back to Gehenna!" Mephisto threatened darkly and the younger demon shrank back and pursed his lips in a frown. He certainly didn't want that. There was even less to do at home and hardly any sweets to pillage.

The flamboyant man took his silence as understanding and he released his brother, stomping back to his desk. He sat down with a huff and waved his hand, dismissing Amaimon from the office. "Go entertain yourself and stay out of trouble before my patience fails!" He snapped. The Earth King picked himself up off of the floor, his gaze flickering over to the torn book cast aside on the floor and then back to his exasperated brother. Was that it? He fidgeted, feeling rather scorned. That was the extent of his attention-err punishment? Not that he should argue. With a scalded expression on his normally neutral face, Amaimon dusted himself off and vanished from the room. Mephisto sighed, rubbing at his carefully styled goatee with agitation as he turned his attention back to the paper he'd been studying. There was word that someone had been investigating into the eight Princes of Hell as of late. Pages torn from ancient tomes, crumbling manuscripts mysteriously stolen, and questions quietly asked when they shouldn't be. His eyes flickered to the mangled book lying at the foot of the bookcase and his brow furrowed, eyes narrowing in thought.

In his irritated temper Amaimon raided a sweets shop along the way, plundering their supply of lollipops and refusing to leave behind money just to spite Mephisto. He summoned lowly demons to run amok and terrorize the town's people, feeling a small amount of satisfaction at the sound of humans screaming. The demons scurried gleefully about, digging up flower beds, throwing trash cans about and yanking at the clothes and hair of passerby's. Contained chaos unleashed itself at Amaimon's bidding-nothing too serious but enough to cause his older brother a headache. Satisfaction rumbling in his chest like a content cat, Amaimon strolled down the dirt path to a forest nearby, a colorful lollipop tucked into his mouth. The delicious flavor flooded his mouth and he sighed with satisfaction. He abruptly felt a slight twinge of regret as his brother's irritated expression popped into his mind. Maybe he'd apologize later? And by apologize he meant bringing Mephisto a bag of the candy he'd just stolen and most likely eating it all by himself later. A smirk tugged at his lips when suddenly he lurched to a stop, eyes flying wide open. The lollipop slipped from his mouth and fell to the ground, shattering like sugary glass. His hand clutched at his chest, nails digging into the pale flesh as a whimper escaped his lips.

What was this?

The preparations were complete.

The candles shuddered, light flickering eerily across the stone walls as the thrum of many voices chanting as one filled the room. The Priest stood before her, arms held high as she shivered, hands clutched tightly together. Her eyes were pressed firmly closed, goose bumps running along her flesh. The chanting continued, rising in volume as words of some foreign language spilled from their mouths like vomit and sunk to the ground. Into the maw of the carved demon's face the Priest carefully placed a pile of precious gems before he held before him a stone bowl. Into the mouth he tilted the bowl and a stream of glimmering dark red liquid spattered past the stone teeth and drenched the gems. An offering of wealth and blood to please the creature they were calling upon. Their eyes met. His calm and firm, hers terrified and filled with innocence. She didn't want to think who that blood belonged to.

"Your sacrifice will not be in vain dear Camellia! The crops will flourish, rain will come and the ground will thrive! The land will be rich and people shall live healthily!" He insisted and she turned her eyes downward, trying not to see the pool of blood shimmering in the mouth of the demon.

"I understand…I am…honored to help so many…" She whispered and he smiled, pleased.

"Stand brave my lamb and brace yourself!" He cried. From his robes he withdrew a silver knife and held his other hand out to her. She hesitated, standing in the very center of the large seal before very slowly she reached out and placed her slender hand in his. With the knife he drew blood across her palm and then rolled her fingers so that she clenched her hand into a fist. "Prepare yourself!" He commanded and hastily exited the seal, resuming his position around the ring of symbols. He threw his hands upwards, gesturing towards the ceiling of the massive cave. "We call upon you in our time of peril-humble and weak! Our souls soiled and willing!" He boomed, voice cutting through the constant chanting like a knife. "The lands have dried! Life shriveled and died! Humans starve and pestilence thrives!" Camellia's breath caught in her throat and she wavered, her hand outstretched at the ready over the leering face of the stone demon. She half expected it to rear up and snap her arms off with its bared teeth. Tears beaded her eyes against her will and she struggled to blink them away. This is what she'd been prepared for. This was her destiny. The voices beat a tempo in her brain. Hearts beating rapidly. Their words reverberated throughout the cave. The tension built in the room, an earthy smell of damp soil and vegetation flooding their noses. The air grew heavy and hard to breathe and the pressure built until it felt like they were being smothered.

"Please God…" She choked. "-let this work!"

"We summon you one of the eight demon Princes of Hell! EARTH KING AMAIMON!" He screamed and Camellia tilted her hand, squeezing tightly as pearls of ruby red blood dribbled from her clenched fingers and quivered before falling silently to the puddle at her feet. In a flash the pool of blood ignited with fire and traces of light shot out flooding the carved lines with a glow. The seal lit up in a surge of power and a gust of wind snapped their hair and clothing back. The very ground began to shudder and tremble beneath their feet. Cracks began to split the stone and green tendrils of vines wriggled from the fissures like eerily living creatures. Vegetation erupted in sprouts of green and in one corner a tree blossomed, twisting and clawing its way to the surface. Cries pierced the air and feet stumbled from their positions as the humans shrank back in fear, terror filling their eyes and hearts.

"HOLD STEADY! We must keep the seal intact! He mustn't break it!" The Priest shouted above the chaos. "If we fail it means death! Death for everyone! We must prevail!" The wind swirled about in a vicious gust and suddenly from the cracks in the earth the chilling sound of scratching and clawing could be heard. And from the ground the demons burst, claws scrabbling for purchase against the smooth stone. Their mouths gaped open, saliva ribboning from the fangs as awful snarls and hoots struck the air. They hauled themselves free from the encasing earth and launched themselves at the nearest flesh, mauling and snarling and ripping as terrified screams filled the air. Camellia clapped her hands over her ears and shut her eyes so tightly they ached as she screamed and shook, unable to move from the seal. And suddenly above all of the clamor and screaming and cries of terror and agony, a greater voice rose. The sound of a horrible wailing grew in power until the screech blocked out all other noises and forced them to cover their ears. It pierced the very air and the earth rumbled and hissed in agony as the demons trembled and cowered in fear. It was painful. Painful to the ears. It was so shrill it caused an ache in her heart. It was a scream of agony and fury. A scream of indignation and temperamental rage…

And it was coming from right in front of her.

~~~GW~~~

Author's Note: So what'd you guys think so far? I greatly appreciate reviews-especially in this case! I find the more I look into details concerning Ao no Exorcist the more confused I become on some things. There's stated to be Eight Demon Princes (sometimes they call them kings?) despite in actual religion there supposedly only being seven? Also five of them are in control of or concerning the elements fire, rot, air, water and earth with Amaimon being the Earth King. The manga really hasn't gotten all that far demon prince and hell wise so please bear with me. If you spot something incorrect lemme know! Also keep an eye out as this first chapter may be rewritten if I change an idea (sheepish). Thanks for reading and please REVIEW!