Welcome fellow Devils and Realist fans! I honestly think this fanbase deserves a lot more stories, since it is such an amazing anime/manga, and I can't help but write for it! :)

BTW: The character's name Milo is pronounced like my-low.

I do not own MODR

Without further ado, I bring to you,

A Marshmellowtime Productions...

Forever and Ever

Chapter One:

Of Demons and Overprotective Maids

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Footsteps echoed along the never ending corridors.

Sandaled feet making a faint click with every step as the palace worker made their way towards their destination. Heterochromatic eyes scrunched up as a yawn left the tired servant's lips.

"Solomon..." The girl called, opening the doors to a larger room and gazing around the crowded study, overflowed with books and papers of all sorts. "Solomon?"

There was a muffled reply and the servant blinked, turning to one of the other doors in the study and pushing it open. "Solomon?"

"Ah, Cy!" The golden haired blonde whirled around, emerald jewels for eyes positively beaming. "Perfect timing! You can meet my latest companion!"

Cyrus blinked, feeling her shoulders slump as she crossed her arms over her chest, eyeing the man before her in faint amusement. "Another one?"

Solomon gave her a bright smile as he shifted slightly, revealing the latest 'companion' at his side.

Spiky ebony hair glistened in the faint sunlight as a breeze rustled through the open room. Cyrus glanced up to meet dark maroon eyes bordering a faint amethyst color. The tall, muscular male stared back at her, his brows slightly furrowed and lips pulled back into a slight frown, though his eyes glinted in curiosity.

"Grand Duke of Hell," Solomon began, smiling that charming smile of his as his eyes glistened. "Dantalion."

Cyrus took a few steps forward, eyes never leaving Dantalion's as the demon tilted his head back slightly, looking faintly uncertain.

"He doesn't seem that grand." Cyrus admitted finally with a sigh, putting a hand to her chin as she looked the male up and down. "Kind of scruffy if you ask me."

"What?" Dantalion's eye twitched in annoyance as he growled at the girl. "You speak pretty highly for a human, wench."

"Ah, that's no way to win me over." Cyrus sniffed, promptly turning to an amused Solomon, a smile returning to her face. "Where is Sitri by the way? I've baked him some more of those sweets he's so fond of."

"Hey! Don't just ignore me!" Dantalion snapped, his fingers twitching as he glared at the brown haired girl. "And how can a servant like you speak to Solomon so easily?"

"It's all right, Dantalion." Solomon smiled, placing a gentle hand on the demon's shoulder. "Cyrus is a friend. I've known her for a very long time."

"So beat it." Cyrus sneered, causing Dantalion to round on the girl, his fingers clenching,

"Why you—"

"Dantalion." Solomon began, and the demon halted, glancing to the blonde before giving the brunette one last scalding glare.

Cyrus smirked triumphantly, but that only lasted for a few seconds before Solomon gave his friend a reprimanding stare. The brown haired servant sighed, ruffling her mess of hair and crossing her arms over her chest. "Sorry."

Dantalion huffed almost haughtily. "Whatever."

"I wasn't apologizing to you." Cyrus stated flatly, giving Dantalion a blank stare as the demon fumed, the tips of his pointed ears dusting a light red.

"Why you—"

Cyrus snorted rolling a pair of red and blue eyes and causing Dantalion to stare at her, wide eyed as she swept by them, brushing gently against Solomon for a moment before she went off in search for the fair haired demon.

"That is just her way of showing she approves of you," Solomon shook his head, glancing to the girl for a moment with a soft smile. "She will warm up to you eventually; she just has a protective streak."

"Why do you need a wench like her around?" Dantalion muttered, crossing his arms over his chest with an annoyed sigh. "Not much respect from what I've seen."

"Cyrus is a bit more difficult then most women of this age," Solomon admitted, smiling fondly. "But you will do well to watch over her, Dantalion."

"Only if it is a command." Dantalion answered; looking to the man he had sworn his oath to. "Why?"

"She is my, as well as yours, and the rest of my Pillars most loyal companion." Solomon shut his eyes for a moment, opening them up as a sad look crossed through them.

"Perhaps our only."

Footsteps echoed along the never ending corridor.

Scuffed up leather shoes made soft clicks on the floor with every step as I made my way down the winding halls of Stratford school for boys. I ignored the curious stares and lingering gazes as I searched through the crowd for a familiar head of blonde hair.

"William..." I called out, listening to the echo of my voice. "William?"

I spared a glance out one of the hallway windows, spotting a pair of blue and red eyes staring back at me, a slightly tanned face framed by dark brown hair choppily cut and uneven. I shook my head at my reflection, covering up my left blue eye first and then the red right eye, wondering what it would look like if I wasn't heterochromatic.

There was a sudden flash of golden blonde hair down the hall and I perked up, spotting the familiar frame of my so-called master and grinned, running to catch up with him.

"William!" I chirped, sliding to a steady halt as I walked beside him. "Where have you been? I've been looking all over for you."

"Oh, Milo." William blinked, emerald eyes glancing to me for a moment. "I was checking the test scores."

I paled slightly, covering myself up with a laugh. "Really now? I'm sure you were at the top as always!"

"Of course!" William beamed, smiling brightly for a moment before his mood turned sour, and he turned his head to me in faint annoyance, eye twitching. "Although, I happened to catch your name on the list."

"My, look at the time!" I exclaimed, pulling out the silver pocket watch chained to my belt loop. "Kevin is probably waiting for us at home, we really should be going—"

"Last on the list again, Milo?" William exclaimed and I laughed nervously, ruffling the back of my head.

"...sorry?"

"Sorry doesn't cut it." William snapped, crossing his arms over his chest with a huff. "You have a reputation to uphold as an employee for the Twining household you know. I can't have you last on the list nearly every time."

"I know, I know." I sighed, slumping slightly. "I'm sorry, Master William."

"If you can't keep the grades you shouldn't be going here." William continued, an almost pout on his face. "It's bad enough Uncle managed to weasel you in, but what do you expect to happen if you can't keep the grades? Everyone's watching you know, you're the only girl here."

"I'll work as a chef aid!" I answered simply, turning to the golden haired blonde with a smile. "Anything so I can continue protecting Master William! Besides, who cares if I'm a girl? Gender should hardly matter in my opinion."

"Gender is a very strong deciding factor in this day an age," William nodded, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Young girls your age should be groomed to be married to a man of high status, a true way to bring pride and honor to your family."

"My only family is you and Kevin." I began quietly, feeling my lips turn upwards into a grin. "And I'd only get married if you wished it or on my own, Master William. Though I doubt any man would want a street rat with mixed breeding."

"I told you already—just William is fine." William corrected, his cheeks taking on that light pink tone when he got embarrassed by something. "I can't have you following me everywhere calling me Master; people will get the wrong idea. And stop referring to yourself so distastefully, you work as my maid, not as some lowly thief or street dog."

I blinked at William for a moment, slightly touched by his words before a soft smile touched my lips. I took a step closer to him and beamed. "Okay, William."

I watched out of the corner of my eye as the blonde huffed childishly, crossing his arms tight to his chest as he continued to mutter things about incompetent maids and something about his tuition.

Michelangelo...was it Running? No...Runaway? I think that's right. Michelangelo Runaway was what I believed to be my name. But I usually go by Milo, since Michelangelo is such a mouthful.

I worked as an unofficial maid of the Twining household. Though with William's uncle's help, I was allowed to enroll at Stratford's all-boys school as William's servant and guardian of sorts, although I was more of a dormitory housekeeper than student. I had to pay my tuition though, so I usually did the cleaning jobs and helped the chef out when preparing the meals to cover the high end fees.

William and Kevin had been kind enough to pick me up off the streets and give me a home, and in return, I swore to William that I would stay by his side no matter what to repay my debt.

Thinking about it now...I felt an almost bitter smile touch my lips as I shook my head, sighing quietly. That sounds so cliché.

A chill ran up my spine and I paused, tilting my head slightly and turning to glance behind me. There was an unsettling air blowing around and I narrowed my eyes, not liking the ominous feel.

My imagination?

"Oi," I blinked, glancing up as William tapped his foot impatiently, a few feet ahead of me. "We don't have all day you know."

I swiped the worried frown off my face and beamed at William, following at his heels. "I'm coming, I'm coming."

Holding back the worried frown that threatened to breach my face, I reached into my shirt and pulled out the silver key, woven in with vine like designs. It was the only thing I had of the life I never knew. I gently pressed the key to my lips and tucked it back into my shirt, ignoring the constant chill creeping up my spine.

Something didn't feel right.

"Hello, the master's home!" William called, and I listened, hearing his voice echo around the empty front of the Twining household. "Kevin! Isn't anybody here?"

"That's odd." I murmured, gazing around thoughtfully. "Normally this place is swarming."

"Young Master William! Milo!" William and I turned, meeting the surprised lavender eyed stare of William's butler Kevin. "When did you two return?"

"Couldn't you come meet me at the gate?" William complained, facing the servant with an annoyed look on his face. "Do you realize what a long walk it is from the gate to here?"

"You should work on your stamina, Young Master." Kevin answered simply, a small smile on his face as William flushed.

"Quiet, you! I don't need stamina. I have the kind of brain that should be a protected national treasure!" William retorted, adjusting the collar of his coat huffily.

"Kevin!" I cast the dark brown haired butler a warm smile. "How have you been? Did you miss us?"

"Of course," Kevin smiled warmly as well. "I assume watching over the Young Master wasn't too much of a hassle?"

"Of course!" I beamed, holding an arm off and flexing the nonexistent muscles. "None of those high end momma's boys can beat a former street rat!"

Kevin chuckled, ruffling my head affectionately. "I hope you didn't cause too much trouble though."

I felt my face pale slightly as I laughed nervously, feeling his grip on my head tighten slightly. "O-Of course not! I was a star student."

"She had to write three hundred lines of Latin and spent about a day's worth of hours visiting the detention room." William supplied flatly and I flinched, turning to William with wide eyes.

"William! You're not supposed to rat me out!" I felt my lips twitch into a pout as I crossed my arms over my chest. "Besides, the upperclassmen asked for it. Snobby jerks."

There was a gentle swat to the back of my head and I yelped, cradling my head in my hands as I turned to the wavy haired butler, eyes wide. "What was that for?"

"Milo!" Kevin scolded, a disapproving frown marring his normally gentle features. "You told me that you would stop such unladylike behavior and act much more appropriately. What did I say about getting into senseless fights and respecting your teachers?"

"Ah~ But being a girl is so boring." I sighed, feeling my shoulders slump. "And they all started it first."

"Honestly," Kevin sighed, shaking his head and moving the basket of vegetables to his other arm. "What am I going to do with you?"

Wait, vegetables?

"Those clothes..." William began, taking a second glance at Kevin's appearance, seeming to have noticed the same thing that I did. "Why are you working out in the fields? You're our house steward."

"I'm afraid..." Kevin began, turning his head the other way as a worried look crossed his features, "there's been a bit of a situation."

I felt the corner of my lip twitch downwards and I narrowed my eyes slightly, following at William's heels as Kevin opened up the front door, stepping aside to let us in. "You see, Master Barton, your uncle, made some bad investments and went bankrupt."

"Bankrupt?" William echoed, his emerald eyes widening as Kevin walked forward.

"Since your mother and father passed away, your uncle has been managing the family's fortune." Kevin explained, turning to face William. "In other words, nearly everything has been taken by debt collectors."

William shot forward and I watched, listening to the sound of doors opening as he hastily made his way around the manor. I hummed thoughtfully, eyeing the spacious rooms and empty foyers with curious eyes.

"As you can see, we've been cleaned out." Kevin began, eyeing the empty room as well. "Fortunately, we managed to keep the house..."

"What..." William began, shaking silently and I gave him a worried look, reaching a hand out. "What of my grand and glorious future?"

I blinked, dropping my hand and rolling my eyes as William shut the door gloomily. "And what of my uncle?"

"He's disappeared." Kevin answered immediately. "Knowing him, I'm sure he's in no danger."

"Indeed." William sighed before growing rigid and I caught the look of realization in his eyes. "What about the other servants?"

"Everyone except Milo and me has left." Kevin responded quietly, a slightly sad look coming into his lavender eyes.

"Man, you really can't rely on people these days." I sighed, shaking my head sadly. "Nothing left and they leave you in seconds. At least people on the streets stick with you or flat out tell you if they're going to leave."

"Right..." William began, looking down at the floor with a troubled gaze. "It's not like I can pay their salaries." William turned his gaze upwards, giving me a small smile and tapping his fist against Kevin lightly. "I guess you're free, too."

"I have no intention of leaving." Kevin smiled softly, lifting William's hand in his own and bowing lightly. "The Cecil family has served the Twining's for generations. I shall remain ever at your side."

"I owe my life to you," I began quietly, rubbing the back of my head awkwardly. "I promised to stay by your side and I intend to stick to my word."

"Kevin... Milo..." William smiled, his eyes softening. "Thank you."

"It's not like I have anywhere else to go," I muttered, turning my gaze away. "You probably wouldn't last very long on the streets without me, anyways."

"It's nothing." Kevin smiled, shaking his head and I cast the brown haired male a soft look, happy to have him to help William out.

"Besides, I'm staking everything on that big brain of yours!" Kevin beamed, a sharp glint in his eye. "Please grow up to make a fortune off of bribes!"

"What am I, your lotto ticket?" William muttered, sweat dropping at Kevin's excited face. His eyes suddenly widened and William turned on his heel. "That's right, my tuition! If I can't pay, I'll have to quit school!"

I blinked in realization, following behind William as he searched through drawers and closets, trying to find anything of value. I furrowed my brows, turning to Kevin. "Did they touch the servant's quarters?"

Kevin shook his head. "They were instructed to leave that alone since the belongings were the servants, not the households."

"So my stuff should still be there," I mused, grinning faintly as I turned to William. "I'm not sure how much I have saved up, but I have some money hidden in one of the book sin my nightstand you could have."

"But, Milo!" William whirled around, his eyes wide at me. "I'm not going to resort to taking money from you—"

"You're not taking it." I corrected, waving my hand at him. "I'm giving it to you. I shouldn't have been getting paid anyway; being able to live here was enough."

"Milo..." William began, his eyes softening as he stared at me for a moment. I gave him a reassuring smile and William shook his head, turning to Kevin with new found vigor. "Kevin. Do you know if there's anything like a hidden safe or secret room? Maybe a hidden door?"

"Come now," Kevin shook his head, smiling faintly. "This isn't a fairy tale, such things..."

"Do exist." I muttered; sweat dropping as I stared up the winding staircase we had descended from, the only light coming from the lantern Kevin held.

"I had no idea there was a door like this in the basement." Kevin supplied, his eyes equally surprised upon the appearance of the wooden door.

I flinched at the sudden creak coming from the door and swallowed, tugging at the collar of my button down nervously. "Hey...Why don't we go back up? I'm sure we can find something else of value to sell or something..."

"Scared already, Milo?" William questioned, turning around with a sly glint in his eye. "I thought you were going to stay by my side? Well, you can go back up if you want."

I glanced back up the stairway, the looming darkness kept at bay by Kevin's lantern. I felt a shudder run through me at the thought and I coughed, standing up straighter. "W-Well, s-someone has to be here to p-protect you f-f-from g-g-ghosts!"

"Ghosts don't exist." William replied flatly, rolling his eyes. "You're just being paranoid."

"I really wish I was like you sometimes..." I muttered, nearly jumping as something shifted in the dark. "D-Did you hear that?"

"It's nothing." William replied in annoyance, turning back to me. "Really, Milo, you're such a scaredy cat."

"Am not!" I snapped, balling my hands into fists and straightening up my back, swallowing the nervous feeling filling up my stomach. "See? I'm not scared. Nope. Not at all."

William rolled his eyes before turning back to face the door eyeing it carefully. He placed his hands against the front and pushed, the hard wooden door failing to budge under his push.

William tsked, stepping back and rolling his shoulders. I blinked at him curiously while Kevin furrowed his brows. "What are you doing?"

"If it won't open, I'll break it down." William answered simply and before I could offer to do it myself, the blonde was charging forward, throwing all of his weight into his shoulder.

There was a distinctive clink and I felt my eyes widened, sliding forward to catch William as the door swung open.

"Young Master!" Kevin cried, setting the lantern down and coming to help me prop William up. "That was reckless!"

"You okay?" I questioned, swiping the some dirt and wood off of his shoulders and William nodded, cringing slightly as he brought a hand up to his head.

"Look, you're bleeding!" Kevin continued, taking on the mother hen mode as I gingerly took William's hand, tearing off a piece of my shirt to make a makeshift bandage.

"It's just a scrape." William brushed him off, holding his hand out as a trail of blood dripped down the side, hitting the floor.

I blinked, feeling the hair along my neck rise as a cold wind swept through the room, the floor beginning to illuminate in a crystal amethyst glow. My eyes shot to the floor in surprise as the cold wind grew stronger, whipping my hair about and trails of smoke seemed to rise from the ground.

William quickly stood and I took a protective step in front of him, Kevin standing beside me as he threw and arm out to cover the both of us as the wisps of smoke grew, whipping about.

"What the hell is this?" I muttered, bringing an arm up to cover my face from the rough onslaught, catching sight of a strange symbol etched into the ground. "A summoning circle?"

"We finally meet, bearer of Solomon's soul." A haughty voice called out, as a figure seemed to appear amidst the chaos. I felt my back grow rigid and I paused, craning my head upwards to make shape of the figure standing in the center of the circle.

"Wh-Who are you?" William exclaimed, taking a step forward as the smoke cleared and the man in the center of the room smirked.

"Surely you haven't forgotten me?" Dark amethyst orbs glinted in the dark lighting of the room and I flinched, a sharp pain shooting through my head for a moment as I faced the strange man that had suddenly appeared.

He was tall, with spiky, dark ebony locks parting down the right side of his face to scarcely cover his eye. Earrings adorned both his ears and were pointed at the tip, a long maroon and black tunic coming down over white boots.

The stranger shot an arm out, flaring his dark maroon cape behind him as he stared hard at William. "I am Dantalion, Grand Duke of the thirty-six armies of Hell, and the most suitable candidate to rule over all Hell!"

The pointed tips of fangs appeared through his smirk as he narrowed his eyes. "Now, elect me!"

I blinked, feeling my mouth slacken as the man stood in all his glory, the light from the summoning circle enveloping him as he smirked, his presence seeming to engulf the room.

"What?"

"So... My ancestor was King Solomon, who subjugated seventy-two demons and called them his pillars, and sealed them in some vessel, you say?' William questioned, taking a calm sip of his tea as this 'Dantalion' nodded.

"That's right."

"Sorry. I haven't read much of the Bible." William sighed, leaning back into the cushioned chair, Kevin at his side and eyeing this so-called demon distastefully. "Is that from the New Testament?"

"King Solomon was in the Old Testament." Kevin supplied, smiling gently at William.

I felt my eye twitch, crossing my arms tightly to my chest as I sucked in a deep breath, ignoring the slight ache in the back of my head as I stared hard at the demon on the floor.

"Damn it!" Dantalion exclaimed, slamming his feet against the floor through his binds as he moved back and forth. "If you weren't the elector, I'd steal your soul this instant!"

"Silence, unlawful intruder." William ordered and Dantalion recoiled, paling slightly.

I felt my hackles rise at the earlier comment and I practically hissed at the intruder, sticking close to the chair William sat in. Dantalion spared me a glance a moment, narrowing his eyes slightly as his lip twitched down into a frown. "Who are you?"

"I should be asking you that!" I snapped, glaring hard at the demon. "Who do you think you are barging into our home spouting random nonsense?"

"I already told you!" Dantalion growled, struggling against his binds as he slammed his foot angrily to the floor. "I am Dantalion! Grand Duke of the thirty six armies of Hell—"

"Grand Duke?" I scoffed, striding forward and leaning down to his level, eyeing him up and down. Dantalion blinked, moving his head back slightly as he stared hard at me, his eyes momentarily flickering with something akin to confusion.

"You don't look that grand to me."

"Why you—" Dantalion roared, making some failed attempt at lunging forward. "I can steal your soul you know, wench! Untie me and see who's laughing!"

"I'd like to see you try." I sneered, already categorizing this man into my 'not like' list as a stubborn fringe of hair fell over part of my face, faintly covering my left eye.

It probably wasn't in my best interest to get on the bad side of this guy, demon or not. And normally I wasn't this bad towards others—I mean, sure I had a little bit (a lot) of trouble letting people in... But something about his presence irked me, like he instantly rubbed me the wrong way even though we had just met moments ago.

It felt a little...nostalgic?

Dantalion growled, glaring hard at me until I brought a hand up, brushing the lock of hair out of my face. His body suddenly grew rigid and I flinched, finding his face a lot closer than before as he studied me, his eyes searching my face almost desperately. "You..."

I blinked, finding myself unable to tear my gaze from his for a moment, feeling a sharp pain in the back of my head as my breath paused in my throat, Dantalion's eyes searching mine intensely. His brows furrowed and his lips parted and he was looking at me in confusion.

I know you.

Dantalion suddenly let out a surprised grunt of pain, and I felt myself being yanked backwards. I glanced up, Kevin brushing his hand off onto his vest as he gave me a reprimanding stare. "Milo, you should know better than to talk to criminals."

"Criminal?" Dantalion exclaimed looking at Kevin incredulously. "Just listen to me! We demons live in a hierarchical society just like humans! The emperor, Lucifer, rules over Hell. He is served by the seven demon kings, who are served by twenty-four demon dukes, and so forth. The only one who can choose a new king to rule in His Highness Lucifer's place is the elector granted authority by His Highness!"

"I see." William commented quietly, setting down his cup of tea and I blinked, turning around and cringing slightly at his rather friendly smile. "Is that all you wish to say?"

Dantalion blinked. "Eh?"

"Oi! What's the meaning of this!" Dantalion shouted, flailing this way and that against the ropes as the two police officers held him back. "How dare you treat a demon duke—"

"Ridiculous." William sighed, shaking his head. "Did you really expect me to believe all that blather about Hell and Solomon and whatnot? Vile con artist."

"What'd you call me?" Dantalion roared, thrashing against the floor as he snapped his head up to glare at William.

"I'm so sorry." Kevin smiled, tilting his head to the side. "The Young Master is a hard-line realist with a love for modern science."

"There is nothing in this world that can't be explained with a formula." William began calmly, waving his hand in annoyance. "Honestly, I thought I'd find something I could make money off of, and all I get is this useless bum."

"You impertinent... You capture the great Dantalion and then have the gall to call me useless?" Dantalion growled, his eye twitching in disbelief as he stared hard at William who nodded.

"That's right. The only thing I need right now is tuition for next semester, and that's it." William answered flatly and I gave my friend and employer and slightly exasperated yet awed look.

"I don't know if I should be worried that money is what you care about..." I breathed, rubbing my head as Dantalion growled, narrowing his eyes.

"Just listen to what I—gah!" I blinked, watching the leather shoe clatter to the floor as Dantalion slumped backwards, completely knocked out as the two officers began to drag him away.

"Nice shot." I praised William, Dantalion dragged out of sight and that pounding ache in the back of my head was near nonexistent now.

"Such nonsense." William muttered with a sigh, putting his hands on his hips as his eyes narrowed. "Still... What he did earlier... I'm going to go check it out."

I froze, following behind William as I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Y-You mean you're going to go back d-down there?"

"If you're scared stay up here. Let's go, Kevin." William replied flatly and I flinched, grasping onto the back of his shirt and straightening up my back.

"I'm not scared! I have to b-be there to protect you if a-another demon c-c-comes!" I answered hastily, sucking in a deep breath as William rolled his eyes.

"There are no such things as demons."

"If he's not a demon," I began quietly, eyeing the etched symbols on the floor. "He's one hell of a magician."

"What kind of trick did he use?" William murmured, tapping against the solid ground as he pressed his ear to listen. "There must be a secret room under the floor somewhere. It'd be too expensive to dig up though."

"And he was just waiting till someone opened the door?" I questioned, ruffling my head as I crouched beside William, Kevin peering over our shoulders. "That seems a bit off."

William's eyes suddenly widened and he stood up on his knees, turning to Kevin. "Kevin, didn't my father have a ring he was really protective of?"

Kevin stiffened and I frowned, watching the steward curiously as Kevin turned his head slightly to the side. "Young Master, that ring..."

"Don't tell me they took that too?"

"No." Kevin shook his head, and I blinked at the edge in his eyes, the almost worn look on his face.

"Kevin?" William began and I froze, whipping my head around as a chill ran up my spine.

A mass of black and dark colors lunged forward, brushing by me and sending me to the floor as Kevin suddenly cried out to William. My eyes widened as William suddenly flew by me and I lunged, grabbing onto one of his legs as the swirling mass of dark colors began to engulf us.

"Young Master! Milo!" Kevin exclaimed and I grimaced, struggling hard against eh binds that wrapped around William and attempted to shove me back.

Something wrapped around my neck and I gagged, struggling against he sudden bind as I felt myself tugged downwards, darkness enveloping my view as the basement room faded away.

William. I struggled to crane my head around, catching sight of William somewhere behind me and hearing him curse against the binds. I lunged a bit forward, latching onto the bottom of his pant leg as a light flared before us and I shut my eyes, bracing for the worst.

Something flashed before my eyes and I pried my eyes open, stiffening at the sudden barrage of pictures and voices that were unfamiliar to me.

Weren't they?

"Where are you going?"

"Ah, don't worry! I'll be fine!"

"Where is she?"

"I need to tell you something."

"I..."

My eyes snapped wide open as a sharp pain seared through my head, causing me to clutch it in pain as I screwed my eyes shut, the images blurring and the voices mixing together, making it impossible to distinguish.

Make it stop. I clutched my head tighter; feeling like my heart would burst at the sudden flurry of emotions. What is this? Make it stop. Make it stop!

The air was suddenly knocked out of me and I opened my eyes, blinking at the feel of cool, solid ground beneath me. I sucked in a deep breath, ignoring the ache in my muscles and propping myself up on my arm, gazing about through the blinding light.

What was that? I rubbed my head gingerly, all remains of the earlier pain and images gone. Nothing left but a small twist of nostalgia in my chest. Did I see my life flash before my eyes?

Life... My eyes grew wide and I scrambled to get up, whipping my head around. "William? William? William!"

"I'm right here." Came a tired huff and I whirled around relief engulfing my chest as I spotted William sitting in front of me, a slightly cross look on his face.

"William!" I rushed forward, dropping to my knees and examining the blonde before me. "Are you all right? Did you get hurt? Is anything—"

"I'm fine." William sighed, rubbing his back as he stood and I followed, hovering about him carefully. "What about you? Are you all right?"

"Me?" I paused, momentarily stunned by this question and William rolled his eyes.

"Of course. As your employer I have to take care of my employees you know. It would look bad if you got hurt on the job." William answered, rubbing the back of his head in a slightly frustrated manner. "Did you get hurt?"

"I'm fine." I answered, a small smile that I saved for him etching onto my face. "I've been through worse than this."

William paused at the last comment before brushing himself off, standing at his full height—which was only a bit taller than me—and gazing about. "Where are we?"

I glanced around what looked to be an entrance room and paused, feeling my brows furrow as I took in the odd sculptures standing by the large doorway. Trails of dust from our landing flew up and I tapped the hard tiled floor beneath, frowning slightly. "Someone's house?"

"My, my. What rare visitors we have here." A voice mused and William and I turned to face the owner.

"...a goat?" William questioned and I felt my eye twitch, mouth slightly agape at the sight of the black furred goat in what looked to be a butler's outfit. The goat stared at us curiously and I swallowed the lump in my throat, feeling my gut twist nervously.

What the hell was going on?

"Oh, a costume party, right?" William supplied, touching his chin thoughtfully and I sweat dropped. "But why is there a costume party under my basement?"

William's realist's tendencies never ceased to amaze me when something like this was literally staring us dead in the face.

I personally was a faint believer in the mythical, and not really religious. So while my mind tried to catch up with what was actually probably happening, William was looking for some formula to explain this.

There was a momentary pause and I glanced to William worriedly, wondering if he'd finally broken down.

"I'm dreaming!" William exclaimed, clapping his hands together in realization and I sighed, rubbing my head.

"You have a talent for coming to the easiest conclusion." The goat butler observed and William flinched, narrowing his eyes. "Sir William Twining and Lady...?"

"Milo." I supplied, eyeing the goat butler carefully. When he continued to wait I let out a sigh. "Runaway. Milo Runaway."

The goat nodded. "And Lady Milo Runaway. Have you come to call on my master?"

"Master?" William echoed and the goat nodded.

"Yes, sir. The Phenomenal Grand Duke of Hell, His Excellency Dantalion." The goat answered and I sweat dropped, rubbing the back of my head as an image of the ebony haired demon entered my mind.

"The costume buffoon?" William questioned incredulously.

What a mouthful. I mused, feeling a note of distaste in my mouth at the thought what we were in his home.

Wait.

I gave the room one quick glance around, taking detailed note of the odd statues. Despite the fact that the room seemed bright and well kept, there was an off feeling about the place—almost depressing.

Don't tell me. I paled, looking back to the goat as he motioned for William and me to follow him as he led us down a corridor. If this guy really is some sort of talking goat and Dantalion is a demon...and this is his house... doesn't that mean...?

WE'RE IN HELL? I felt an arrow drive through my chest as I stuck at William's heels, doing my best to remain calm upon this discovery. I must be imagining things, think like William! We can't be in Hell, we're human! We'd have to be dead or demons to be in Hell right? This can't be right. But how did we get here then? This doesn't make any sense! Dang it! Why couldn't I think like William? I wouldn't be stressing out over all this—

"Please have a seat," The goat butler gestured towards a finely furnished table. "I will return with some refreshments and snacks—is tea all right with you?"

"Tea is fine." William answered slowly, gazing about as I gave the goat a quick nod and he went off to what was probably the kitchen.

I have the fine dining room a once over and let out a low whistle, earning a disapproving look from William. "Pretty nice place."

"I suppose the con artist has some class." William admitted, crossing his arms over his chest. "Still, I don't understand how we got here..."

"About that..." I sweat dropped, wondering how to put this in a way William might possibly understand. "William... I think we might just be—"

"Why would my basement be connected the costume buffoon's?" William wondered and I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. William was too tough a nit for me to crack when it came to his beliefs.

"Here you are, Sir William and Lady Milo." Several platters were placed before us and lifted and I felt my mouth water at the sudden storm of sweet aromas.

Platters upon platters of cakes and sweet buns and other desserts were placed gently together. I stared at the food, aware of the sudden grumble from my stomach. William stared at the cake before him curiously and took a small bite, his eyes widening as a pleased look curled over his face. "This is better than my chef's!"

"I am honored and humbled by your approval." The goat replied quietly, and I set a small cake onto my plate, taking a bite of the cream frosted delicacy.

Is this what the food in Hell is like? I wondered wistfully, feeling my toes curl in pleasure at the burst of flavor in my mouth. "This is good." I mumbled around a mouthful and the goat nodded, what looked like a smile appearing on his animalistic features.

"But why is my basement connected to that costume buffoon's?" William repeated the question, this time to the goat. "Is there some kind of secret passage?"

"No, not exactly." The goat answered, folding his hands together in front of him.

"Oh, also," William faced the goat, putting his fork down. "If you're that man's butler, tell him not to set foot in my house again. He did nothing but ramble about nonsense. It was infuriating."

Is it all really? I felt a frown touch my lips and I stared at the half eaten cake, suddenly loosing my appetite. What does this all mean? William being the Elector? A descendant of Solomon? What's going on? Why him?

"It sounds as though you didn't believe him..." The goat murmured thoughtfully. "There are numerous fractions within Hell, each with its own candidate to become the representative ruler of Hell."

I took this in thoughtfully; taking into account what this meant William was now getting involved with. "A turf war?"

"That's a bit blunt, but yes." The goat raised his arms in a shrug.

"But if they're talking about replacements, what is the current ruler doing? Does he have nothing to say?" William questioned.

"The current emperor of Hell, His Highness Lucifer, is currently in a deep slumber." The goat answered calmly. "The higher a demon's rank in Hell, the longer they must sleep."

"And you need a representative ruler until he wakes up." William concluded, bringing the cup of tea to his lips.

"You don't believe me." The goat commented, and William sighed.

"I'm a realist who loves science. Demons, you say? Silliness. Who in this day and age still believes in demons—"

The air in the room seemed to drop for a split second and I felt my eyes widened as chunks of debris scattered around us. Wind whipped my hair to the side and I blinked slowly, staring at the place where the table had once been.

"Umm..." William glanced down to the broken tea cup in his hand. "What just happened?"

"Hi~" A cheerful voice called out and I flinched, snapping my gaze upwards and taking in the sight of the rather tacky fashioned man with a large hat over his head, pale lavender hair curling into a dark blue at the tips and a blue tattoo running down his eye. "Pardon the intrusion~"

...what on earth? I found myself standing up automatically, standing protectively by William's chair as the goat crossed his arms over his chest. "Gilles de Rais. My apologies, but the master is currently out."

"Is he now?" The over dressed man pondered and I swallowed the lump in my throat, hearing a familiar ring to the name. "What a shame."

High heeled boots clicked against the rubble and I tensed as the man neared, a hand on his hip. "I thought today would be the day I'd get to destroy His Excellency's soul and raise my standings."

I held back the snarl in my throat as the man leaned over, eyeing William curiously, and a glint in his eye. "Oya~ A human, you're human, yes? How nostalgic. What brings you here? Was the leader of us Nephilim, Dantalion, getting homesick?"

I narrowed my eyes at Gilles and he blinked slowly, turning his gaze to me as a smirk curled over his lips. "Or did he perhaps want a bed warmer for himself? I must warn you, I've heard he's quite rough in bed~"

I resisted the urge to lunge at the girly man in front of me and narrowed my eyes coldly as he continued to smirk, bringing a gloved hand to his lips as he let out a royal laugh. "Oh? He likes the feisty ones now, does he? How cute~ Virgin souls are always the best, I suppose. But..."

I glared hard at Gilles as he sniffed the air, his eyes darkening slightly as he rubbed his chin. "You have an odd smell to you..."

"What are you?" William spat, touching my balled fist lightly and I sucked in a breath, holding back the urge to try and fight a fight I knew I most likely wouldn't win. "A new kind of terrorist?"

Gilles blinked, eyes the color of his hair turning away as he began to walk away as well. "Well, if he's not here, he's not here." I felt a trickle of relief which quickly disappeared as Gilles turned, a smirk on his lips. "I'll just take this boy instead."

There was a resonating snap and I whipped my head around at William's surprised cry. My eyes widened as he slowly grew higher in the air, acting on impulse I lunged, wrapping my arms around his waist in an attempt to tug him down.

"Did he put you up to this?" The goat questioned, crouching in a defensive position as his eyes narrowed.

I pried an eye open and felt the air leave my lungs at the sight of the ground several feet below us. I felt my gaze grow dizzy and I clung tighter to William, realizing he was the only thing keeping me up.

"It's only been four hundred years since I died." Gilles grinned, touching his fingers to his lips. "We newcomers need to do whatever we can to increase our status."

A dark violet orb appeared in the palm of the goat butler's hand and Gilles narrowed his eyes. "Don't bother." My eyes widened as the man disappeared from view and William was yanked in my grip.

I turned my gaze upwards as Gilles wrapped an arm around William's neck, holding the blonde boy close to him. "If you want the boy back unharmed, tell Dantalion to meet me at Cocytus."

The ground was moving further and further away and I let out a growl, wrapping one arm around William's waist and using my free hand to swing it around, efficiently slamming it into Gilles' stomach.

The purpled eyed man narrowed his gaze and looked down at me distastefully. "Oh? I seemed to have picked up some unwanted baggage."

My eyes widened as he placed his palm over my head and smirked, his eyes glinting dangerously as I felt my chest tighten.

"Women should never try to be heroes." Gilles muttered coldly as his finger touched my forehead. "It never ends well."

There was an excruciating shot of pain that enveloped my whole body as a force of power slammed into me full on. I grit my teeth in pain as my grip slipped off of William, my eyes scrunching up against the burning sensation.

Air suddenly rushed up around me and I felt my hair come loose as the ground rushed up to meet me. I caught sight of William's horrified gaze and I clenched my fists, feeling my heart leap into my throat.

Is this how I'm going to die? I inwardly wailed, my hair whipping around and slapping me in the face. I didn't even pay William back yet... am I this useless? He's about to be taken away by some demon!

"Milo!" William shouted, stretching a hand out as if to reach for me even though I was far from his grip. "Milo!"

"I don't want to die!" I exclaimed, screwing my eyes shut as I braced for the impact of the hard ground beneath me.

I felt the air rush out of me as I landed in a pair of firm arms, cradling me close to the rough yet somewhat soft material of the maroon tunic. I blinked, my eyes widened as my gaze shot upwards, and for a split second, crimson eyes stared down at me. And despite the hard edge, they held an almost gentle look that held me captivated for a moment.

"I would never let you die." Dantalion murmured quietly, the words barely reaching my ears and I stared up at him in confusion. Even though he was looking at me, why did it feel like he was talking to someone else?

Dantalion searched my face for a moment, a slightly disappointed look flickering across his face before he snapped his gaze upwards, a low growl emitting from his throat.

"Take your hands..." Dantalion began darkly and my eyes widened as a vortex of flames suddenly swirled around us, forming into a cannon-like streak as it shot upwards. "Off of him!"

The burst of flames shot at Gilles, sending him flying through the air as William began to catch up with the ground. My eyes widened and I slipped from Dantalion's grip, diving forward and extending my arms out to catch him.

The unexpected weight slammed into me hard and sent me tumbling back as I clutched William tightly to myself, taking the brunt of the impact. As the dust cleared around us I bit back a groan, propping myself up and helping William up as well.

"They're mine." Dantalion spat and I brushed the dust off of William, feeling my brows furrow.

"Are you hurt?" I questioned him anxiously and William blinked, turning to me with wide eyes.

"Milo!" My eyes widened as William tackled me in an unexpected hug. I grew rigid at the unexpected display of affection from the normally unexpressive boy, my mouth slightly agape. "Are you all right?"

I stared at him incredulously before grinning faintly, warmed by his concern. "I'm fine—"

"Are you stupid?" A rough hand gripped my collar and hoisted me upwards. I blinked in surprise as I was raised to be level with Dantalion's piercing gaze, his eyes narrowed in anger. "What were you thinking?"

"H-Hey! Let me down!" I snapped, reaching up and trying to pry his hands from the collar of my shirt as I glared hard at him. "And who are you calling stupid?"

"You!" Dantalion snapped, his eyes burning. "I save you and you go and throw yourself into danger again? What are you thinking?"

"I had to help William!" I exclaimed, feeling anger sudden overcome the earlier gratitude I had felt for this despicable man. "Did you expect me to let him fall?"

"I would've caught him!" Dantalion snarled, balling his free hand into a fist. "You can't go throwing yourself around like that! Do you think you're invincible or something? Even after I went through all that to save your sorry ass!"

"I never asked you to save me!" I countered, giving him a kick to the chest and growling in frustration when it seemed to have no affect on him. "And who're you? My mother? You can't tell me what to do!"

"He told me to protect you!" Dantalion growled angrily and I paused, staring at him in confusion as he swept on. "I'm not going to fail him again!"

Again?

"Put her down." William ordered and Dantalion swung his gaze around to the blonde, his hand involuntarily releasing my collar and allowing me to finally touch the floor again. William took a step towards the demon and narrowed his eyes. "I won't have you hurting my maid, costume buffoon."

"You—I just saved your life too, ingrate!" Dantalion began angrily and William huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I didn't ask you too." William retorted and Dantalion scowled, face to face with William.

"Master." The goat butler began and all three of us blinked. Dantalion took a quick glance around him and brought his fingers up.

"Don't worry." There was a loud snap and my eyes widened as piece by piece what had been the dinning quickly repaired itself, including the table and furniture.

"No way..." I breathed, gazing around the room that looked as if nothing had changed.

"What happened?" William questioned, placing his hand against he wooden door in disbelief. "Was that a dream within a dream?"

"You still don't believe us?" Dantalion inquired, a note of disbelief in his tone as William whirled around to face him.

"Of course not! This is the modern age, demon's don't—"

I flinched at the sudden explosion in the room, bits of rock and debris scattering across the room. High heels clicked against the floor and I scowled upon the sight of the over dressed demon.

"We do." Gilles said simply, placing his large hat back on his head. "It's been too long, Dantalion."

"Leave now and I'll forget this happened." Dantalion offered, raising a hand up carelessly.

"I'm afraid I can't do that now." Gilles smirked and Dantalion narrowed his eyes.

"What?"

"That human," Gilles began, pointing towards William. "I couldn't fathom why you'd invite a human to your abode. Then it hit me. He's the Elector. A descendant of Solomon himself."

"Silence!" Dantalion snarled and Gilles grinned, crossing his arms over himself.

"Once I figured that out, I simply had to have him to myself!" Gilles kicked a leg up in mock happiness and I felt my hackles rise, only to stiffen as Gilles turned his attention towards me. "And that girl... I have a hunch about her but I think I'll need to watch her first~"

Gilles extended a palm and I narrowed my eyes as crackling blue electricity began to form in the center. "Duke Baalberith will be thrilled if I bring him back. He wants the replacement to be one of his followers after all."

"You blue-faced clown," Dantalion growled, shooting a hand out as his cape shielded William and me from Gilles' view. "Fine, I'll roast you again if that's what you want. Just like your beloved saint!"

Gilles' eyes narrowed and he slowly closed his eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching. "Don't you dare speak of her with that filthy mouth!"

There was an earsplitting pop in the air and I held one arm up to block my face while I shot the other one out to protect William. The walls around us crumbled upon collision with the wild bolt of electricity, the wall behind us barely standing.

"Get back, William! Milo!" Dantalion ordered and I grit my teeth, at the sudden gust of wind. William gripped my arm and tugged me along with him as we backed away as Gilles shot forward.

"I will crush you to dust, Dantalion!" Gilles roared as Dantalion simply raised a hand upwards, his eyes slightly narrowed and a frown marring his features as a shield of sorts repelled Gilles' attacks.

"Sir William! Lady Milo! This way!" William's grip on my arm tightened and he pulled me along as a blast shot behind us, sending us the few feet we needed into Dantalion's butler.

"That man..." William began as he slowly stood, one hand on my shoulder as I brushed the debris off myself.

"He serves Grand Duke Baalberith," The butler explained. "Another fraction leader who is vying for the emperor's throne. Basically, they are political rivals."

"That's a pretty intense rivalry." William muttered as Dantalion shot a bolt of flames at Gilles, who countered with his own barrage of electrical attacks, sending Dantalion backwards.

"The fastest way to raise one's status is to announce candidacy by killing another demon of greater power." I flinched at the loud crash that followed Dantalion slamming into another part of his house. "That is how hell operates."

"My, done already?" Gilles taunted as Dantalion took a rugged step forward, scrapes covering his body. "I refuse to believe that."

"Rest easy, then!" Dantalion smirked, a ball of fire appearing in his palm as it grew in size. Gilles' eyes widened and Dantalion shot his arm out, the wild burst of flames slamming hard into Gilles.

"I'll take special care of you now." Dantalion promised as Gilles slumped slightly against the wall, his eyes narrowed darkly.

"I think that cleared my head a little." Gilles admitted, pushing away from the cracked up pillar. "You really are strong. I can see why His Highness Lucifer favors you. But how many human souls did you send to him to gain such power...Your Excellency Dantalion?"

I froze upon the words and turned to Dantalion with wide eyes, feeling my grip on William's sleeve tighten.

Does that mean...? I swallowed the lump in my throat, squaring my shoulders. I had forgotten that the person we were dealing with was, first and foremost, a demon. I couldn't afford to let my guard down.

"We're the same, after all, aren't we?" Gilles smirked, placing a hand on his hip as he eyed Dantalion. "We're both Nephilim, demons who were once human. Humans who were mass murderers."

"Silence." Dantalion muttered, his voice low, dark.

"Enough victims to color the ocean red." Gilles swept on, his eyes glimmering darkly.

"Shut up!" Dantalion roared, the ground beneath his feet suddenly crumbled, jagged pieces of rock shooting upwards as a red aura surrounding the ebony haired demon, growing in size.

My eyes widened as rocks began to fall from the ceiling, slamming hard into the floor as the red around Dantalion began to swell.

"This is bad." I turned my gaze towards the butler. "If the master uses his true power now, the dimensional space will distort."

"What?" William questioned, his eyes widened as the butler turned to him, but his eyes remained on his master.

"That would mean that you'd be stuck here."

My jaw slackened and William grabbed the butler's collar. "Quit joking around, you stupid goat!"

"Goat, you say? I'm a butler." The goat replied simply and I sweat dropped, dodging a jagged piece of rock.

"I don't care!" William exclaimed, jerking the goat back and forth. "Just fix it! He's your master!"

"I'm afraid I have no way to stop them with my meager abilities..." The goat answered thoughtfully and I snapped my gaze upwards as Dantalion let out a furious roar, charging after Gilles who let out a large beam of electricity, sending larger chunks of the ceiling to fall to the floor.

"Damn it, I'm not going to let ourselves be stuck in this incomprehensible place!" William exclaimed, whirling around as Dantalion prepared to clash into Gilles. "I want to go home!" He glanced towards me. "And both of us are going home!"

Dantalion slammed his burning fist into Gilles, sending the other demon into one of the large pillars supporting the structure of the house. My eyes widened as the ceiling began to crack, the whole house beginning to shake.

William's eyes widened as Dantalion surged forward for another attack. "Die!"

"Stop, Dantalion!"

My eyes widened in shock as Dantalion's flame suddenly dispersed. The dark haired demon blinked, looking equally confused as he flexed his fingers, eyes wide.

"Sir William, what did you do?" The goat butler questioned and I turned to William in surprise.

"No idea." William answered and I quickly followed as he stalked towards Dantalion. "Hey! If you have to go on a rampage, send us home first!" William ordered. "I need to find a way to pay mu tuition. I've got no time to watch you two fight!"

Even after all this... I let out a tired sigh, rubbing the back of my neck and sucking in a deep breath as I shook my head at my friend and charge.

"Interesting~" Gilles mused and I cast the purpled haired man a dirty look as he smirked. "It seems the Elector is more than a mere human. I must inform Lord Baalberith... I'll take my leave for today, but we'll meet again soon." Gilles promised, a swirl of light pink flaring about him before he was gone.

"He vanished..." William muttered in awe and I nodded mutely, my mind racing to catch up with what had happened today.

A movement in the corner of my eye made me turned and I felt my eyes widened in shock as Dantalion grabbed William's arm, pulling him towards him. "Solomon!"

"Huh? My name is William Twining!" William snapped, attempting to tug his arm back.

"No," Dantalion shook his head, and I paused at the desperate look in his eyes. "You're..."

"Paws off him, creep!" I snapped, shooting in between the two and shoving Dantalion away, which, to my contempt, only sent him back a step. "What do you think you're doing?"

"You—" Dantalion narrowed his eyes before pausing, his gaze meeting mine once more and his shoulders slumped slightly. "You too..."

"What're you—whoa!" I jerked my head back as Dantalion placed a hand on either side of my face, staring me straight in the eye. "B-Back off! Personal space!"

"You're eyes..." Dantalion murmured, his crimson eyes flickering. "You can't be..."

"Being heterochromatic isn't that uncommon you know." I muttered, jerking my head from his grip and eyeing him suspiciously. "What? Is it that weird?"

Dantalion's eyes took on a tired, faintly sad look, and I could only stare at him in confusion as he glanced from William to me.

Not my fault I was born with two different colored eyes...

"Man," I let out a tired yawn, resting my head tiredly against the desk as I loosened the collar of the Stratford uniform, slightly modified by the headmaster in an attempt to make it take o a more girly appearance. Though I had been quick to deny the skirt one of the female teachers offered. "This sucks..."

I heard quiet mumbling and glanced over to William out of the corner of my eye, blinking tiredly at him. "What's wrong?"

"My tuition's been paid." William answered, rubbing his chin thoughtfully and I blinked in surprise, turning my head on the desk so that I faced him.

"Isn't that good news?" I questioned, watching his troubled expression carefully.

"Great." William agreed, but his brows furrowed and he rested his cheek against his palm. "But who paid it?"

I contemplated the questioned, only to find that I could barely concentrate on it before letting my mind wander towards the break's previous events.

Demons, Electors, goat butlers...I rubbed my eyes, shaking my head. All I wanted to do was protect William to repay my debt. And here I thought all I'd have to protect him from were snobby rich kids...

"Are you all right, Milo?" I blinked, turning to a familiar head of red hair and darker red eyes and a carefree grin.

"Ah, yeah." I gave William's sorta-friend, Isaac, a small grin. "Peachy, thanks."

"My family sent me some really good tea the other day!" Isaac continued, a bright smile on his face. "It's great for strength! Maybe you should have some!"

"I'm fine, I'm fine." I waved the bright boy off as he rattled on about teas and suddenly got into the topic of talismans and fairies.

A flash of crimson flickered through my mind and I frowned. What was that guy's problem anyway? The way he looked at me felt so...familiar.

Well. I felt a grin touch my lips and I stretched my arms over my head, feeling the muscles pop. At least it's all over now. Out of sight, out of mind.

"Quiet down, everyone." I kept my eyes shut as the teacher walked in, resting my head in my hands. "I'd like to introduce the new transfer student."

New student? I yawned. Who cares?

"Transfer student?" William echoed to my right.

"That's odd this time of year." Isaac commented and I hummed, wondering if I could catch some sleep without the professor knowing.

"Come in, Huber." The teacher commented and I wrinkled my nose, feeling a minor ache in the back of my head as footsteps echoed through the room.

"Hello, my name is Dantalion Huber. Pleased to meet you all."

My eyes snapped open and I felt my mouth drop at the sight of the familiar ebony haired demon, his hair combed back neatly and dressed in the pristine Stratford uniform. There was a pleasant smile plastered to his face and I felt my stomach drop.

I slammed my head against my desk and let out a groan, causing a few students nearby to jump and send me curious looks.

Well, damn.

And that brings us to the end of the first chapter of Forever and Ever! I hope you've all enjoyed it! I honestly wish there were a lot more stories on this fanbase, so I might as well help get the ball rolling. :)

Thank you all for giving this story a chance! I'd love to hear what you all think of it! Thanks for reading!

P.S- To any JOOTD fans reading this, expect an update this Sunday!

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