Im so sorry this chapter took so long to come out. I had other priorities, but mainly my urge to write this story had died down. I dont mean to neglect you guys. Anyway, the wait is over for this chapter for it is finally here. Please enjoy.

I found that escaping from my overly clingy brothers is the only time I can get some time to myself. I am currently lying down on the floorboards of an old attic space Kuro found a couple of days ago. It is quiet and set apart from the bustle of the rest of the mansion.

My tail swiped the dust of this old attic room, creating abstract patterns on the blackened wood. I brought my tail around so that it hung above my face, seeing the obsidian spots and tan coat dusted with a fine dusting of sooty grey particles.

Dull. Lifeless. Boring. Remaining in one place all the time.

I just wish to leave this exorcist forsaken house. Too many powerful demons where creeping around for my liking. I felt insecure and had to escape to this dreary attic.

Leaving me with too much time to think made my brain hurt. I got bored of playing games, watching TV and doing homework. I wanted to leave, see my friends and exorcise in the field.

Really, I just wanted to leave this place and do what I will outside. I felt like I was dying. The boredom becoming too much to cope.

My brain urged my muscles to work and play, but my heart was crumbling. I hated it here. I wanted to return to the dorms and see Yukio; my real brother. Even if he would tell me to settle down, do homework and work hard he would still treat me like a normal teenager.

I knew he thought about my demon heritage often but he was getting better. What was that word? Assimi- something?

I scratched my forehead in thought. Yes, he was more used my demonic powers now. He no longer looked at me in fear; he admitted he was scared for both of us after the Lucifer Fiasco.

"And that bastard has to be here now!" I growled low in my throat.

He arrived yesterday, along with three more of the demon kings. Mephisto had dragged me away from a rather comfy bed early in the morning. He urged me to brush my teeth and hair; including my tail, get into a smart outfit and stand up straight.

I couldn't smile when I saw the king of Light walk through a massive painting that hung in the Clowns main living area. The paint boiled and frothed, heads bursting from the dark palette. They moaned and screamed, causing me to hide behind Amaimon and Egyn.

I hated those heads. They reminded me of the day my dad died. They screamed and chattered in the wake of death and destruction. They were a herald to the misery my life could have became. Luckily the people I met accepted me, helped me and became my friends. I consider myself lucky.

I never asked to become a demon; although I chose this path in the action of that moment. I brought it all upon myself. The strength, the temper, the shape shifting, the flames.

Three figures stepped out from the bubbling mass of heads. Two tall figures and one shorter. At the head of the trio was the smaller; Lucifer. He was in the form of a child?

Behind him where two new faces. They were both fresh faced and slightly wild looking. Where all demons fresh faced and wild eyes. Was I like that?

Luckily Egyn; who now stood proud and regal in a human shape, was about a head taller than me, allowing me to hide behind him easily. I didn't have good experiences meeting new kings. The only exception was Egyn.

As it turned out Egyn was very friendly for a demon. He deemed violence to be beneath him, choosing to wallow in friendship and connections over being hurt.

He was British, although spoke Japanese rather well with what I was told was a Scottish accent. He had long, flowing Cerulean hair which he kept plaited and swept over his shoulder to run down the front of his snazzy T- shirts and blue jeans. His eyes were transparent white but shimmered like a white beach in the warm sun.

His eyes were not typical of a demons wild gaze, owing to the fact he lacked a violent nature. They were almost human, but not. No human had transparent, sandy eyes.

After he shifted from his frog shape in the kitchen he offered to help me out with a genuine smile on his face. It was a smile I never expected to see from such a powerful ruler of Gehenna. I immediately liked the guy.

He protected me from three nerve wracking stares. The stares of Lucifer were neutral, already having met him not too long ago and wrecking his lab and plans he wasn't very pleased to be near me.

I couldn't allow Satan to be let loose in this world.

The two behind him I didn't know. One was slightly transparent with short, wavy ashen hair and pale skin peppered with freckles. This was odd because I thought all human resembling demons boasted absolutely no blemishes. His ears were slightly furred and pointed down rather than up. His eyes were a bright, vibrant yellow with an iris of orange in the right eye.

The other was thick set with a fierce, penetrating scowl that scared the shit out of me. His hair was a dark green shade, even darker than Amaimon's spike. He wore a militant uniform with heavy brown boots that came up above his shins. His arms were behind his back as he stood straight. I noticed a shifting of red wings settled on his shoulder. It was a massive moth the colour of human blood. His eyes were so dark it looked like they merged with his slit pupils.

"Rin," The clown spoke from beside me, "allow me to introduce you to Azazel," he indicated the ashen haired demon, who didn't seem to acknowledge the time king, merely looking at the room he walked into with shifty eyes, "and Beelzebub." The demon in question actually nodded his head politely in my direction much to my amazement.

"Also, let us not forget you know Lucifer already."

I didn't say anything, rather I kept close to Egyn who was as calm as a still pond. It soothed me.

I heard a low growl come from directly behind me. I knew Amaimon was there for I could feel the connection between us. I could feel the spike of jealousy surging through my demonic core.

I ignored him so that I could work out what Lucifer was thinking. I could see not a hint of emotion in the second most powerful demon in existence's face. Although he did stare into my eyes with clear Azure eyes. His child face actually unsettled me more. He was the only king that kept his tail out for the whole world to see. Maybe he thought he was so powerful none could get close to the weak spot. Who knows?

"Allow me to introduce to you our youngest brother." Mephisto took my arm in a firm but gentle grasp as he brought me around to face the three newcomers head on. I felt like I was under inspection when three sets of eyes watched me from my place beside my second oldest brother.

"Zis little thing is the son of Satan?" Beelzebub asked. "He is not but a pup zat smells like an adolescent human." Beelzebub had a baritone voice that penetrated my chest with strong vibrations. He didn't look impressed.

Suddenly I felt myself being picked up by an incredibly cold wind. Mephisto kept his grasp on my arm however.

"Careful now Azazel!" Mephisto said with a half serious half amused voice. "Don't want to chill his demon core now do we."

"No brother, I'm just being polite." Azazel was running freezing cold fingers through my inky blue locks. I felt shivers run down into my head when the appendages made contact with my scalp.

The cold wind receded when I felt more solid, warmer arms engulf my being. If I turned around I would have seen the wild, protective gleam in the earth kings teal eyes, warning the spirit king to step back.

"Mine!" Was all that came out of his mouth.

"Oh come now big bro, I'm just being friendly." Azazel sulked to Amaimon. Huh, so Azazel was the eighth king?"

Azazel slowly turned his head to me with a sadistic smirk on his face. "Indeed younger bro, although I hate to be reminded of my standing." I saw a flash of claws coming towards my eyes, but they stopped abruptly when Amaimon lashed out and swiftly caught the attacking demons wrist.

"How dare you try to harm my mate?" I felt the rage of Amaimon spike to almost uncontrollable levels. I was so shocked I didn't notice Azazel become completely invisible and appear above us, floating in mid air upside down.

"I wasn't going to hurt him. Much!" He said with a calm tone of voice. "Maybe maim his vision for a little while, steal his sense of sight. Would have been entertaining."

"Hey," I shouted out without thinking, "I don't wish to be blinded again after regaining my sight, Asshole!" My tail was as straight as a brush with my fur standing on end in a mixture of fright, shock and anger. Not a nice combination.

"Hahaha, he does have a backbone! I thought Big bro was simply harbouring a puny, demon king wannabe with no balls. I'm greatly surprised." Azazel was floating around the room, disappearing and reappearing as he giggled ecstatically.

I found myself getting angrier and angrier. I allowed my flames to surge up as I jumped towards him, swiping the air he was just floating within before he vanished again, laughing. I was caught before I could attempt to hit him again.

"Don't go to pieces in the presence of higher demons, it's unsightly." Mephisto growled angrily. I gulped.

I could hear Iblis and Astaroth giggling amongst themselves behind me. I forgot they had been there the whole time, watching and observing.

It was then I noted that I was in the presence of the entire seat of Kings. The Baal Yukio said. The demons a step below Satan.

I returned back to my surroundings within this decrepit attic. My eyes flicked out when I heard something coming from above.

I didn't have time to react when I saw Azazel coming through the rafters like a real ghost. He looked immensely pleased to see me, his wild eyes contracted to the smallest setting. I sprung up and ran.

This guy had it in for me I swear. Was there nowhere I could be alone in this mansion anymore?

I opened the small door that resembled a trap door in a cellar, unlocking the latch with deft fingers. I threw the damp door open and flung myself down the long circular stairs inside one of the mansions turrets.

I couldn't hear Azazel, but I knew he was around.

Once I exited the circular wooden steps I was about to the next door that led into the east wing of the mansion when I tripped over something.

I tripped forwards as something wet and gloopy flooded my body, spilling into every inch of my skin as it seeped through my cloths. I stopped to see what was now covering me from head to toe.

It placed some of my fingers onto my bare arm and brought them back, allowing the sticky substance to stretch in between. It was a light amber colour.

Honey.

I didn't have long to ponder what I should do next before I heard a strange buzzing sound from beyond the windows.

I turned my head in time to see Azazel was there, unhooking the latch on one of the crystal clear glass windows. I could see a cloud of demons outside, waiting to come in.

I could see that they were Chuchis, along with some large looking black beetles with large eyes and robust horns.

I didn't think, I ran for it.

Azazel opened the window and beckoned the demon bugs to enter, allowing them to chase the tantalising scent of honey down the corridor.

'Curse that rotten ghost and all his pranks!' I cursed as I bolted on sodden, sticky paws.

So what do you think of the brothers? Azazel's pranks? Who is your favourite? Please comment and share your thoughts with me.