I Summoned A Demon Prince?! (Z3N)

[Theseus]

 

 

 

 

Name: Ezekiel Argo

 

Age: 18

 

Gender: Male

 

Occupation: Student

 

 

 

 

 

Today was not his day and he wants nothing more than to be sleeping in. But alas, he's here making a summoning spell in front of these idiots just so he can graduate.

 

Ezekiel isn't the most productive student, even he can admit that. To be honest, it's a miracle itself that he made this far without the threat of failing years ago. It's not his fault that classes weren't interesting, or that he didn't even have the willpower to get up in the morning as it is. He just lacks basic motivation. Nothing too drastic.

 

But no, he couldn't just simply graduate without a hitch. That would be to simple. The principle called him into his office earlier this week to talk about how he was "wasting his potential" or that "he's better than this". Among other things that Ezekiel ignored in favor of contemplating what he should have for dinner, since he was running out of cereal and milk. Oh, he also needed more food for Albus, he can't keep feeding that gluttonous bastard fish all the time.

 

Yes, he understands the pun with the name. And yes, it was 100% intentional.

 

However, he did pay attention when the words "won't be able to graduate" fell past the old man's lips.Wait, what? No, he heard that wrong, right? It was just the wind, right? Though when he asked, that old fool clarified; "You need to pass the summoning class, or you won't be able to graduate." Yup, that's what the old fart said, and Ezekiel aggressively protested because when in the Hades was he going to use this damn class in real life? They didn't teach them anything useful like summoning food, no, it had to be mythical creatures if you were patient.

 

Considering he's him, that skill wasn't learned.

 

But even as he argued how much he didn't need the class, he was stuck having to rush to the library to find some old book that was most likely made in a time simple hygiene wasn't a trend. The old man said that; "If you can pass the summoning test coming up this Wednesday, then you can graduate." Well, that was setting him up for failure because he's always asleep in that damn class! And that only gave him two days to practice and gather the ingredients!

 

And yet here he was,in front of the whole class drawing a symbol of some sort of converted star onto the floorboards with white chalk. Wishing for death. In the middle of the drawing there was a wooden bowl of dried lilacs, basil, bones of a raven (he had to go searching for those), and brimstone. The last ingredient was the blood of the summoner, which just really dates this ritual but whatever. Ezekiel doesn't have time to be picky.

 

He sighed as he finished up the circle, nerves prickling underneath his skin as the class watched him set up.

"I bet you ten bucks he won't summon anything," one of them whispers.

"I'm surprised he even gotten this far," another mutters with what sounds like distaste.

 

Assholes, the whole lot of them. He took out the knife from his backpack; the blade was a jagged iron, the handle the bone of a phoenix with runes engraved into it in a creative pattern. Rolling up the sleeve of his right arm, he walked towards the middle of the circle, crouching over the wooden bowl. Now, the fun part.

 

Pressing the blade towards the flesh of his forearm, Ezekiel bit down on his lip as the blade sliced through easily. Blood dripping down into bowl as droplets as he said the spell out loud. The hardest part was trying to figure out how to say the spell. It sounded Greek, maybe Latin? Whatever it was, the previous owner wrote how to correctly pronounce it in the margins of the text. Thank god for that kind soul, but, there's really no way he can summon something successfully that would raise his grade from the depths of hell. Maybe a simple house rat would suffice a C, maybe a passing D?

 

Ezekiel raised his voice as he got towards the end the spell before shouting, squeezing his eyes shut because he knew for a fact that it was just going to be a puff of smok,; "ἐκβάλλει τὰ δαιμόνια !"

 

 

* through the prince of the devils

 

[Z3N]

 

Demon Name: Bastran

Human Name: Keith Griffith

Age: Late teens/early twenties [human], 2321 [demon]

Gender: Male

Occupation: Student [human], Prince [demon]

 

 

 

 

The depths of hell, the world hidden into the darkest corners of Earth, sometimes letting itself see through the mirror of the water surface. Only those could enter who were brave enough to fight against those who were sin itself. Or dumb enough for thinking that they could get out without losing something inside of them. The view of the underworld wasn’t for everyone, only those with a brave soul and strong mind could pass through, withstand the wickedness as sweet words were whispered into their minds. Not many of them managed to reach the castle of Hades himself, not even being able to go through the streets where devils lived, being washed away by sin and turning into demons themselves. Only a handful of courageous warriors were able to speak with the royalty and receive their wish.

 

The land was withered yet in full bloom. Trees were dead but alive. The sky was dark yet clear to the eye. The market place was bustling with creatures, all of to buy something for themselves or their family, trying to make a living from the products they sold and making others happy with it. Others were warriors, fighting for the territory of the royalty, even giving their lives for it. Defending against the merciless blows of the angels who dared to step food in the underworld, however these happening have calmed down since the portals of Hell barely opened these days. They wouldn’t pay attention to low ranked demons being called to Earth as they could easily dispose of them. Here it was a battle of strength. Only those with power could stand on top.

 

The rivalry between the royal family itself was no laughing matter either but they wouldn’t unnecessarily attack one another either just to prove their strength. Hades was the top of the chain followed by his two sons: Bastran who was second strongest and Ilvaz being third. Their sister, Dilgren, came in fifth after their mother, Lilith. They all lived in the castle as that was the place where they were needed the most. They all helped out with maintaining the balance between the worlds as they didn’t want to expand their power to Earth anymore. Having seen that it would be better to let it stay like this in order to avoid permanent war threads from the angels and creatures beyond.

 

Bastran looked up at the sapphire blue sky, a few white crystals shining brilliantly towards him, revealing their true beauty that nobody could have seen before. Laying on his back on the balcony edge, he had the best view of all as it looked over the landscape as well as the skies. Therefore this was his secret spot where he went to cool down. Nothing could disturb him from there unless they would barge through the glass door, in this case it was his sister Dilgren who ignored the calamity surrounding this small space.

 

“Brother! Have you heard? The summonings have increased again this time of the year. Is it because those humans are holding a festival or something and want to enjoy it with our kind? I want to see it too, the world called Earth. It must be pretty.” She said cheerfully, not caring that this could cause some trouble with the angel side of things but since only low levels were called upon again nothing threatening would happen. Bastran let his eyes go to his sister who was still a child with a tremendous power residing inside of her. “Who knows? Royalty is hardly called upon. Only our late uncle was summoned once and that was centuries ago.” “Eeeh? Really? But I want to see. Brother, if you ever get summoned you have to tell me everything about it.” She commented, puffing her cheeks like the little brat that she was.

 

“I got it, I got it. No need to get so annoyed.” Bastran huffed, though he highly doubted that he would be ever summoned regarding his status. Well, one human managed to do so but died due to cutting himself to deeply and bleeding to death after just a few minutes. He didn’t have much of a chance to explore Earth that time though he never craved for it either. After all, the castle needed him so he couldn’t just abandon his duty to protect the kingdom. Though now that things have calmed down, he could have just created a portal to go there just once without letting the angels notice about it.

 

Just then, his younger brother [ilvaz] came through as well as the sounds had caught his attention. “Earth, huh? Some say they’re worse than us demons. Others say it’s great. It depends on the person I guess.” Ilvaz commented with a light shrug.

 

However the moment he got off of the edge, he heard a voice resounding clearly yet distant. His siblings noticed it as well, shocked as they knew that it came from a summoning. A human strong enough to call upon the strongest of Hades’ children had arrived after ages. “Take care of Dilgren while I’m gone and let the elder know too.” Bastran ordered, receiving a small nod from Ilvaz who was surprised by all of this. A dark shadow engulfed his body until he wasn’t visible to the eye anymore. The dark matter moving fast through space and time to their destination: Earth.

 

A gust of wind came to existence, making everything flutter that wasn’t steady before calming down. Shadows gliding from the body of Bastran. “Dos moi pa sto, kai tan gan kinaso.” A voice whispered, fading out into the distance. Opening his eyes slowly only to reveal a young man with golden locks of hair whose blood smelled like the one that was sacrificed. Ruby red eyes locking onto the summoner as others didn’t matter as they were nothing more but small fry into his eyes. “You…” Bastran said with a low voice, resounding throughout the room as if he were speaking through a microphone. Adjusting his volume so it wouldn’t burst anyone’s ears.

 

“My name is Bastran, the first prince of the underworld.” He introduced himself with a light bow as it was only the right thing to do. Even demons had manners. “How can I be of your service?” His voice still intimidating to those who hadn’t been exposed to this kind of aura before however his tone was less thundering now.

 

* Give me a place to stand and I will move the Earth.

[Theseus]

Slowly, Ezekiel opened his right eye, then his left. Ah, just as he thought, the summoning ritual didn't work at all. Great, how is going to explain this to his mom? She's all the way in another town doing business and will personally come back just to beat him into next year. Sighing, knowing damn well he'll have to see the same teachers again, Ezekiel stood up. Wiping the knife onto his left sleeve, contemplating if maybe he fakes how bad the cut is he'll be able to leave the class and go wallow in his own self--.

 

An abrupt gust of wind whirled within the classroom throwing items about, some female students screeching from the sudden gust. Even the teacher was shocked, going towards the group of students in order to calm them down. Okay, so he summoned wind? Well, lame, but something he can work with. That's at least worth a C grade. When he stood up straighter to ask the teacher as much so he can go home early, a deep voice echoed as a whisper which shook him to his very core. Hesitantly, looking down at the symbol, Ezekiel sees shadows coming up from the ground. He just summoned wind,right? Fear started to bloom within his chest when a figure appeared within that circle, forming into...holy fucking Merlin on a pogo stick is that a demon?

 

Did he just summon a demon?!

 

No, no that doesn't even make any sense. He can't even summon a simple bird, let alone a demonic entity. Ezekiel trailed his gaze over the demon that appeared; damn, he summoned one that looked like a runway model. White hair, biceps for days and a tapered waist. Jesus even the demonic features seem to enhance everything about the demon. Wait, shit, it's talking to him. Snapping his eyes back towards the demon's face( even its face unnaturally pretty what the hell), Ezekiel's eyes widened at the bow given to him.

 

Prince..

 

First demon prince. Of the Underworld. The first son of Hades. He didn't know what to say, shock filled his very being. Along with that, a sense of pride. He was able to summon the prince of Hades, no one has ever been able to do that! Well, do it and stay alive, that is. Ezekiel pressed his fingers into the wound on his right arm, wincing at the sharp pain. Merlin, this was real. He just summoned a demon prince without any practice beforehand. Hastily, he gave a bow of his own in return. He may still be in shock and only seconds from a mental breakdown right now, but he still has manners.

 

Gingerly, he looked at the students and the teacher, who had his wand out to protect the rest of the class who looked on in pale fear and evident shock. Looking at Ezekiel for an answer. Well, then, time to try and get this..."guy" out of here. Clearing his throat, Ezekiel straightened up and looked back towards Bastran.

 

"Ah, yes," he started, walking towards the demon even as his senses scream for him not to. "I'm so sorry to call you on such short notice. I intended to call you some time later, however, my teacher had questions about my summoning abilities." He glanced over the teacher again, whose mouth was nearly touching the ground now. "I'm sorry for such rudeness, my name is Ezekiel, son of Argo."

 

He gave a deep bow towards the prince, lowering his eyes as he did so in order to compose himself quickly before standing once more. Turning towards the teacher, he rests his hand on the prince's shoulder, praying to all gods that it doesn't try to tear his offending limb off. "Mr. Greg, is that all for today?" Please say yes, please don't question the fact that your failing student summoned a demon prince.

 

Mr.Greg took a moment to answer in a slow nod, as if words have completely left him.

 

"Right," he said quickly. "Well, I should really get going right now. Things to do, stuff to see, I have a demon prince for a certain project to do. You know, teenager stuff." As he said this, Ezekiel was steering the demon towards the exit of the classroom. He picked his backpack on the way, stuffing the ritual knife in his hoodie pocket. "Anyway, see ya tomorrow."

 

As quickly as possible, Ezekiel moved the prince into the hallway before shutting the door close behind them. He just needs to make it to the bathroom and fully scream his lungs out because he summoned a demon prince. Hastily, he started walking in that direction, keeping his head up as his heart jumps continuously in his throat. Hoping that the prince was following him.

[Z3N]

The fear that resided in these human hearts could be felt without even having to make an effort for it. The gasps, screams and muttering behind him, coming from those people confirmed his suspicion which was only normal to happen. A creature from his calibre made his entrance into this world without any warning. The mere force that came out of his presence was nothing to mock about either. If he decided to but force behind it, the air would’ve felt heavy as if the sky was falling down upon them. However just before he was teleported into this realm he managed to lock the majority of his aura inside of him. Though considering the limited time he received, he couldn’t have possibly done it completely.

 

The cold sweat that he could smell from the summoner, it was almost like that of a weakling but different. There was something inside of this person that gave him the permission to summon someone like Bastran himself. Something that was yet to awaken. Wondering what that certain core could be as he hadn’t encountered this much in his lifetime. Most demons’ powers were already awakened from a child’s age, just like the people residing in this classroom. Each of them had some kind of power inside of them, though it was minor, it was still to be considered as… useful. Therefore, the summoner might be a late bloomer of some sort.

 

As the male started to ramble on after the small introduction, Bastran raised an eyebrow as he didn’t know what the human was talking about in the first place. Making it seem like they had met before, as if this was all planned. The way he behaved however betrayed his words however, making it easy for Bastran to read the other like an open book. Yet he didn’t say anything about it as the male probably had a reason to do so. High certainly for his own good.

 

Narrowing his eyes once the human laid his hand upon his shoulder, slightly irritated to be touched so carelessly. Yet as the human was the actual summoner, he couldn’t say anything about it. Having to go along with it no matter what which was probably one of the downsides of this “contract” that had been made once he set foot on Earth. A chain bound them together and could only be undone by the summoner himself. It was a one-sided deal, unfair indeed. But since Bastran’s existence was a sin in itself he had no reason to complain. That was the way it was.

 

Before he could utter another word, he was being guided out of the room and into another one that resembled something of a hallway. The interior was completely different than what he was used to. Brighter, almost no decoration, an empty feeling. He preferred his home where people walked around throughout the day, something to see wherever one went, captivated by the beautiful decoration such as vases, paintings or sculptures. They were all created with the finest details, look on beauty and elegancy, not allowing themselves to make even the smallest mistakes. The work of a true artist. Yet here, none of that was to be spotted.

 

Letting his eyes adjust to the light that got through the large windows, he followed behind the young man who seemed to be in a rush to get somewhere. Away from the other people back in the room. Footsteps echoing throughout the corridor, making people look his way once he passed them. Most had a glance of shock in their eyes while others were curious as to who this being was. Walking around the domain freely without having to feel any sense of danger unlike in the underworld where he had to be on guard whenever he got out of the castle walls. Not all demons appreciated the way the royalty led the kingdom, some wanting to overthrow Hades himself but none of them managed to prevail. Succumbing to the strength of royalty. A power greater than one could imagine. Destructive. Chaotic. Dangerous.

 

Once they got to the place which resembled a bathroom, he leaned against the cold white wall. Waiting for the other to get over his moment of hysteria which seemed to be necessary at the moment. Tapping his fingers upon his arm as he waited for the other to explain the situation. He didn’t really feel like being here in the first place since he was the eldest of the siblings, supposed to be the one protecting the kingdom after his father. Yet now he was here on a simple planet that had nothing decent to offer.

[Theseus]

When they got to the bathroom, Ezekiel breathed in deeply walking towards the opposite wall of the bathroom. Leaning his head on the cold, germ carrying wall as he took out the ritual knife. Staring down at the blade that reflected his face back at him, which was completely blank at the moment with eyes blinking back at him. Gently, he set it down on the sink counter before taking off his backpack and setting that on the floor next to it. Not caring that it's also contaminated.

 

He breathed in, closing his eyes as he let the hysteria wash over him like a thick blanket. A second, two seconds went by before Ezekiel grabbed at his head and bellowed; "I just fucking summoned a demon prince!!!" He began to hastily pace back and forth, waving his arms about as he continued to rant out the fact that he summoned a demon son of Hades.

 

"It was just suppose to be a simple ass summoning spell! I expected just a damn house mouse at most, but no," he grabbed the knife from the counter and pointed it at Bastran accusingly. Who was so nonchalant about the situation that Ezekiel dragged him into. Why is he so chill about this? Why isn't the demon freaking out like him?! "I had to summon a demon! No not any demon, a fucking demon prince of Hades!"

 

Tossing the knife none to gently at the stalls, he continued his rant; "I told the old wrinkled Dumbledore fuck that I didn't need the know summoning rituals but nooooo. I'm now tied to a damn demon prince that I didn't even meant to summon whose probably going to kill me because I just summoned him for a class test!" Ezekiel kicked his backpack over, throwing his hat onto the dirty tile floor as his breathing became labored. He winced, he almost forgot about the cut on his arm.

 

Roughly, he pushed the sleeve back up to look at the wound. The blood was stained on his skin, but luckily it wasn't too deep. Silver linings. With a growl, he stomped towards the sink, turning the faucet on and running the lukewarm water of the self-inflicted wound. Gritting his teeth at the stinging sensation that traveled up his arm from the treatment. "And," he said harshly through gritted teeth. "It's a goddamn blood ritual. I don't know how to fucking end a blood contract! What I do know is that it's a bitch to fucking undo and can take months depending on what you summoned."

 

Turning the knobs of the sink harshly to turn the water off, Ezekiel went to the bathroom stall to grab some toilet paper. Voice still bellowing loudly in the easily echoed place. "And my ass summoned Hades' son!" He came back out with a wode of toilet paper in his left hand, wrapping the fabric around the wound as a makeshift bandage. Holding the sleeve with his teeth as he treated the cut. When he was done, he quickly tied it off before letting the fabric go from his teeth and pushing it back down.

 

Sighing, Ezekiel went back towards the far wall, slamming his back against it as he slid towards the floor and sat down. This is too much for his heart. He rubbed his hands against his eyes as the adrenaline seeped out of him. Merlin, he can't believe his damn luck. A demon prince, tied to him for who knows how long. He can't even properly read the book he got to find a reverse ritual to send the demon back! Groaning, he looked up at Brasten; "You're going to kill me aren't you?" It was better than dying by the hands of his mom.

 

Oh god, they're going to call his mom. They're probably going to say her son was doing side projects with the prince of hell. "Actually, please do. I do not want to face mom anytime soon. Just, just make it quick or something." Yeah, yeah that's an easy way out. Wait, no, Albus needs someone to take care of. Ugh, maybe not today. Standing up, Ezekiel plucked his hat from off the floor and set it firmly back on his head. For a second there he felt naked without it. "Well," he looked over at Brasten, huffing as he silently asked Merlin why it had to be a soon to be demon king. "Do you, like, need a way back to hell or can you handle that on your own?"

 

Please, god, he doesn't ask for much, but let guy be able to go back home without his help.

 

"I'm sorry for like, dragging your ass out from your home. But the book wasn't exactly detailed as to what I would summon."

[Z3N]

Taken aback by the sudden outburst of the young man, not having expected that kind of dramatic reaction. Of course, summoning a demon was pretty good for a human but summoning one of his rank was indeed extremely rare. Almost non-existent even as not everybody was for the thought of having a demon royalty walking on Earth. A place that could easily be destroyed with the slightest touched. The world was already unbalances with the hunger of power, the desire for money, the sense of satisfaction from looking down upon someone. All of the people had these darkest corners inside of them, there was no exception. It just depended on their willpower if they wanted to resist or give in to temptation.

 

Bastran was known to be one of those who could tempt others with just the slightest bit of effort. Having learned it from his mother who was one of the best in this field. Twisting those little souls around his finger, being able to stir up their minds and feelings as if it was nothing. A fragile thing a soul was, both from humans and demons as they had one thing in common which was “sin”. Taking advantage of their weaknesses in order to achieve what he wanted was his way to go. Some called it underhanded while others admired his technique. However he only did this to those who were considered as weak, it wouldn’t work on those with a stronger mind-set, therefore he trained for battle during his days off. Sparring with one of the strongest warriors in the underworld, building up his stamina and physical strength in order to keep on standing.

 

Yet here he was stuck with a human being who was having a meltdown about something like this. It was not like he had gone on a raid, he had just arrived. Perhaps his presence was nerve-wracking in itself. Pondering about how he could make his appearance less… strong. He could make some changes in his body such as retracting his horns and claw-like hands. His eyes could also be made into a softer colour so it wouldn’t be so obvious.

 

Smelling the blood better once the human rolled up his sleeve, making his eyes go to the wound which wasn’t treated at all. How bothersome… He thought to himself in all earnestly as he disapproved the way the boy treated his own body. It should be taken care of with more thought than this. Listening to the rambling of the kid again without much of a reaction as he didn’t know how to. Nothing that he would say would calm the other down anyway so it was best to just stay silent. At least until the human was done with going into a panic that was absolutely unnecessary.

 

“If I have to be honest… It’s your fault for learning a summoning out of an ancient book without thinking about it twice. Who even does that in the right mind? But I guess, times have changed and people became more… stupid. Mainly based on the fact of the yearly increase of random summonings upon lower ranked demons.” He commented bluntly without a care for the human’s feelings as he wasn’t forced to care about them in the first place. He was just called her on a whim like all the others.

 

“For the contract, there are three ways. One, the summoner dies. Two, the summoner releases the demon by letting go of the desire to have the creature with him completely. This can be manipulated however with a strong sense of whatever they have. Three, the demon king will break the contract with force which I highly doubt will happen. So the first two options will have the highest possibility of succeeding.” He explained to the human, at the end a smirk forming upon his lips as he thought about it. Practically he was stuck with the kid for now on until something would happen in order to deem the contract unworthy.

 

Bastran then started to move closer to the male, being at about the same height, it was easier to talk. “But before you go wrecking your brain about that, let me fix this first.” He commented, pulling the sleeve up, undoing the shitty bandage within a blink of the eye. Holding the arm steadily before moving his head closer, letting his raw tongue run over the wound gently as he didn’t want to cause even more pain to his contractor. Going at it for mere seconds before pulling back. The wound already started to heal in a faster pace. “They say the saliva of a demon works better than the medicines of humans for these kinds of wounds.” He said before letting go of the limb.

 

“Also, option two is impossible right now since you still need me for this so-called school you’re talking about. It seems like you were quite desperate when you called for me.” He said with a light shrug before looking out of the small window inside of the bathroom. Seeing people walking around the domain leisurely. Wanting to see more, he started walking out of the place, gesturing for the other to follow as he didn’t like to wait for any longer. Once in the hallway he let his eyes go to the clothes the people were wearing. They were different from how he dressed, a completely different style.

 

One of the girls was holding some kind of magazine which portrayed the clothes of this period of time. Peeking over their shoulders, only to be met with small shrieks, shocked by his sudden appearance. Yet instead of fearing him and running away, they stayed and stared at him out of fascination. “Hmmmm… So this is this land’s fashion.” He commented absent-mindedly. Stepping back a little so he had some space before snapping his fingers. A dark circle appeared above him which made his way down to the ground, disappearing once it touched the surface. Revealing the human appearance of Bastran.

 

“This should be fine to walk around freely.”

[Theseus]

This was not how he imagined his day going at all, hell, Ezekiel was still contemplating if another outburst was in order considering the last one did very little of relieving his confusion on this matter. He jerked his head towards the demon who finally, finally spoke his mind on this twisted situation. However, he wasn't expecting the guy to be a little shit about it. What happened to that whole bowing thing that happened earlier? Narrowing his eyes, Ezekiel frowned at Brastran, sympathy gone for the demon prince because did he just insult him? Granted, what he did was stupid, but the demon didn't have to point it out! "Don't you go calling me stupid in your own roundabout way, Princey. The book was sold publicly. Usual this kind of ritual is kept far away from the public," He said, clearly annoyed since the demon was the one who was summoned by a low level magic user like himself. Also, he didn't technically buy the book. It was just out in the open of the book shop he was browsing, and he just so happen to realize that if he bought a summoning ritual book he wouldn't have had enough money to pay for Albus' food.

 

In summary, he finessed the shit out of that book.

 

"It's because it's midterms, so everyone needs to summon something for a good mark."

 

Sighing, Ezekiel rubbed at his temples. The previous fear and hysteria has calmed down to a dull headache now. He just felt too damn tired to deal with everything right now. Just wanting to take a nap and only hope this will resolve itself. It's wishful thinking, but an option Ezekiel is most certainly willing to take. Its sad, though, so aggressively true. He groaned when he heard the three options that could break the stupid fucking blood contract he got himself into. So he can either die, or change his need for the demon.

 

"But I don't have a need for you anymore, so why are you still here?" Ezekiel exclaimed, folding his arms. Granted, he did have some hope while he practiced that it would be a fairy or something that could hold a conversation. Something that could be a friend. Yes, Ezekiel has Albus but that fatass would choose food over him anytime. Shit, so his fucking loneliness is keeping the demon here? Groaning at his own idiocy, he took his hat off and ran his fingers through the strands of his hair before tugging on the blonde strands harshly. And this demon little shit is so fucking smug about this.

 

"Fix what--," Ezekiel dropped his hat when the demon advanced at him, taking an involuntary step back. Oh god, the thing was picking for him. He's going to fucking break his throat because some dirty human summoned him and...and he's moving his sleeve up. Squinting, he stared on as Bastran removed the makeshift bandage, exposing the wound on his skin. Is he going to taint his blood and watch him slowly die while cackling like a maniac?

 

Abruptly, Ezekiel gasped when he felt the tongue of the demon's drag across his skin, wetting the cut with his saliva. Oh. Oh. A shudder traveled down his body and he wanted nothing more than to punch that stupid entitled piece of ass. Biting his lip, he looked away as the demon kept tending to his wound. Not sure if he should comment on the fact that it was unsanitary or have another episode of hysteria because his heart was pounding for an entirely different reason. Merlin and the demon was being gentle about the whole thing! Looking back at Bastran, with every intention of yelling at him, Ezekiel paused with shock at the clear skin looking back at him. Not even a scar to show that there was a cut previously there.

 

Demon healing spit. Okay, not normal at fucking all, but okay. When freed, Ezekiel roughly pushed his sleeve back down towards his wrist. Stepping away from the demon to have some space. "Could've warned me first before you French kissed my forearm." Because then he wouldn't be dealing with the fact that he's so evidently been alone for a while.

 

Ezekiel snapped, trying to hide his embarrassment;"I wasn't that desperate!" It's such an obvious lie, but if the demon prince points it out he's going to cut him. First he called him stupid, then licked his fucking arm, giving him palpitations, and then called his summoning desperate. He wants a reason to cut him, though, then that gives him option one. Death. It's starting to look really good right about now. Ezekiel sighed heavily as the demon became curious and started to exit the bathroom. Great, playing babysitter. This is so what he planned to do with his life. Picking up his hat and slamming it on, Ezekiel rushed towards the bathroom stall to grab the ritual knife. Stuffing it into the side pocket of his backpack before plucking it up and rushing after the prince.

 

As he was putting the backpack on, he matched his pace with the demon but kept at least a step back for some distance between. The demon licked his arm, Ezekiel rather not be licked again anytime soon thank you very fucking much. Suddenly, Bastran changed course. Towards a group of girls. Shiting fuck. "Fuck," he hissed, rushing over in time to see the girls shriek when the demon peeked over their shoulders. Ezekiel grabbed the prince's arm. "Princey, you don't just fucking do that!" Does this demon not understand personal space? What fuck is up with him and...fuck he's touching him. Quickly, he removed his hand, rubbing the back of his neck as he watched a circle of shadows envelop the demon prince when he stepped back before disappearing to show his human form.

 

That's unfair, that's so fucking unfair. How can he still look good in his fucking human form? He can deal with the horns and wings and other shit that makes it evident how not human the thing was. In order to stop any thoughts of how the guy looked. But no, he has to be conscious on how outdated his clothes are and fucking look like that. Breathing in deep, wishing for death, Ezekiel wasn't sure what to say instead of

reluctantly muttering; "Yeah, you look good." He raised his voice to a normal level now. "Can we leave now? I have nothing else to do here." He has three other classes but doesn't want to go to them and the prince doesn't need to be the wiser.

[Z3N]

The several kinds of emotions the male showed were interesting, even pulling his attention now as it was too much fun to leave alone. Trying his best not to let it show on his face that he was starting to enjoy himself now despite the swearing he got to hear for several minutes now. Will he ever shut the fuck up? He thought to himself instead of saying it out loud or there would follow another round of it which he wanted to avoid. Unless it was part of the guy’s vocabulary which would be extremely annoying after a while, meaning that he would need to find a way to make the other shut up for a while so he could have some peace of mind.

 

The comment he received when he transformed into his human form, made him tilt his head as he looked surprised. Not having expected it from someone with that kind of personality. So he could be honest if he wanted to. Rolling his eyes as the guy wanted to get out of here right now, which piqued Bastran’s mischievous side. Listening to the girls who commented dryly that the male was about to skip again. A wide grin spreading upon his lips as he shook his head from left to right, not going with it since he wanted to bully the human a little more. “If you ask me, I think you still have some classes left. Now, be a good boy and go to them. I’ll even accompany you and try not to disturb anyone.” He said as he moved closer towards the male, stopping mere inches away.

 

“Ah, where does this kid have lessons next?” He asked the girls from before who seemed to be less scared with his current appearance. “One period of math since the teacher from the other lessons fell sick.” One of them said, the other nodding in agreement. “You hear that? Only one more hour to go.” Bastran commented in a sickening sweet voice which was clearly forced. His eyes narrowed as if almost threatening the human to do what he said.

 

“Guide the way, please. I don’t want him to be late for math.” Bastran said, the girls nodding cheerfully, jumping up from where they were seated and walking in front of the boys. Taking a grip on the male’s wrist, almost as if one was stuck in an iron trap. Enjoying the moment as he couldn’t do this every day. Well he could bully anyone to his heart’s content but the social contact he had with a human was something rare for someone his rank. The king could never be called upon as it would destroy the balance between worlds, same went for the angels. They could only guide their warriors from their world. It wasn’t that big of a deal though since they didn’t show much interest in the world anymore.

 

“So it’s true that you’re the demon prince that Ezekiel summoned? I didn’t think he could do it at all…” One of the girls commented, glancing over her shoulder for a moment to look at the two males. Bastran chuckled and shrugged his shoulder lightly. “Well, he did put quite some effort into summoning me otherwise it wouldn’t have worked. So one way, I’m impressed about his ability.” He responded, giving a roundabout compliment towards Ezekiel. After all the human did deserve some praise for summoning him. Especially since a lot of people seemed to be surprised with it. Awfully reminding him of his own procrastinating sister who rather lazed around than to actually do her work for once. Sometimes she could certainly give him a nasty headache as he had to clean up after her.

 

“Mhm, I guess you’re right about that.” She muttered under her breath with a defeated sigh, not being able to bring it into an argument. Once they reached the classroom, Bastran pushed Ezekiel inside, leaning against the door to make sure the other wouldn’t escape though he would be faster than the human. Catching the guy would’ve been an easy task. After all he was a demon.

[Theseus]

Ezekiel hated how annoyed he became when the demon rolled his eyes at him. Well then, no more compliments for his royal ass, then. You say one good thing about a guy and they get all prissy, honestly, he's starting to wish he summoned some lame ass wind instead of the demon. At least it would have some manners. And, he doesn't know why it's irking him to such a high extent. Fuck, he needs a nap. Ezekiel snapped his eyes to the girls who commented about him skipping again. First of all, that's none of their damn business and second of all, those fucking traitor-ing traitors. He glared at the two for a moment, wishing for them to just go away since this is not their damn situation to be in. Unitl the demon spoke, and when he looked over and saw that god forsaken grin on his face, he flinched back. Oh hell no. Be a g-good boy!?! "Who the hell are you, my mom!?" Ezekiel yelled, not caring if other students stared because he wanted to go the fuck home.

 

He has business to take care of, that being attached to a demon prince which he had no intention of summoning in the first place. And he's trying to get rid of. "I said I'm not going!!" Is the demon ass not listening to him? He moved back slowly when Bastran was talking to the girls who he scared nearly half dead earlier. Since when were they so damn helpful. Actually, maybe if he makes a run for it while the prince is distracted, he could avoid classes.

 

Ezekiel jumped when the demon regarded him, trying to feign innocence like he wasn't just about to dash down the hallway towards the other exit. Nope, no trying to escape here. Not at all. That sweet voice the demon spoke in made a shiver go down his spine, nothing like the shudder from earlier. Ezekiel knew it was suicidal, especially when Bastran was practically daring him to deny him, and yet he still said; "I'm going home." Time to go. Now. He turned around with every intention of running, only to have his wrist snatched in a vice like grip to be dragged to his doom. Son of a bitch! Tugging, Ezekiel started to spit curses left and right. Trying and failing as he tugged on the arm that was holding him prisoner. Fucking Merlin this guy has a grip! "Let go of me! I don't need to go to fucking math class! We need to end this damn contract you royal ass!"

 

The people they walked by looked on as Ezekiel was being dragged away, some pointing at the scene he was putting on but he could give less of a damn. When it was obvious he wouldn't be getting free anytime soon, he stopped resisting with a heavy sigh and let the other drag him to class. Honestly, what kind of fucking magical school teaches them math? Why fucking math? It's the bane of his existence and useless to him.

 

Oh, now they're talking about him like he's not there? Fan-fucking-tastic. He didn't expect the word to get out that fast about his demon summoning, then again, even the whole school didn't believe he was able to do that. Frowning to himself, Ezekiel kept his gaze on the ground, tugging again against the demon's hold. Still holding on strong. That bitch. Why does he even come to school? Maybe he could've done summer school and passed regardless, not like he'll miss anyone here.

 

Wait what now? He snapped his gaze over at the demon, surprise evident because did Bastran just compliment him? He was just calling him stupid earlier, but ,more importantly, he was able to impress a prince. Ezekiel felt the edges of his lips twitch up before forcing a frown. Big deal, anyone could've done that. The whole text was dumbed down so anyone and an infant could figure it out. He kept repeating that to himself, even when he was pushed into the classroom. Growling, he turned towards the demon who was just chilling against the door frame. Some of the students was shocked to see him there, but it won't last long damn it. He's going home.

 

"Princey," he said lowly, moving into the prince's personal space. "I'm not going to some stupid ass math class. Get out the way. Now."

 

Probably not a good idea trying to command a demon prince, then again, it could lead to them leaving the classroom so he's taking the risk.

[Z3N]

The struggling seemed to have come to an end as the guy quit tugging his arm, almost breaking it if he put a bit too much force into it. Luckily that didn’t happen. However the human was anything but pleased when he was practically thrown into the classroom that a lot of people seemed to hate these days. Not many were here for fun, most of them had the same feeling as Ezekiel, wanting to return home instead of staying into this dreadful lesson period. But since nobody left and for what it looked like, there were almost no empty seats either so his hunch was right. Wondering why this human was so against learning something, he didn’t get it. Of course there were things that didn’t interest Bastran either during his time of studies but he still did them anyway to evolve himself into a greater being.

 

“Mhm, why are you so against this? It’s not like you’re thrown into an all-out war where you could lose your life in an instant if you don’t pay attention for even a second. This doesn’t seem anything like that to me so you’re staying as you only need to listen or read whatever it is.” He responded to the younger one, crossing his arms as he didn’t approve of the way the other reacted to this at all. It was the inner childness that took Ezekiel over as well as his annoying stubbornness. Letting out a deep sigh as he tried to think about something so the other would stay. Mainly because he wanted to see what humans had to learn in this lesson. It almost looked like Ezekiel was the demon here, breaking the rules without a care in the world. Bastran indeed started to feel like some kind of mother hen.

 

Ruffling a hand through the backside of his head, messing up his hair a little as he did so. But then, he got it. “Just once, I want to see how it goes. If it’s boring as you said, I’ll try to complain less.” He commented, giving in the slightest bit to the other against his will as he wanted to see the human in more misery but since they were in a contract he couldn’t go and break his new contractor on the first day already.

 

A mischievous glance in his eyes twinkled as he started to get closer to the human. Forcing the other to take steps back before turning and placing both hands on the wall on either side of Ezekiel’s face. “If you don’t I’ll need something in return.” He hummed menacingly, pausing for mere seconds before resuming: “Maybe this’ll do then.” Without a warning his voice had gotten deeper, whispering into Ezekiel’s ear so he would understand it well and not think that he was talking to someone else.

 

Moving closer to Ezekiel, not bothered by the stares they received from the other students whose eyes were probably wide open by now. Placing his lips against Ezekiel’s, kissing the other lightly yet he got a feel for it. Staying like that for a moment before pulling back with his hands raised up into the air. “It’s up to you what you’re going to do now though.” He said with an evil grin upon his lips, lowering his arms again before moving to the back of the classroom. With or without the human, he was going to attend this class as his curiosity had already taken over. Some girls started to excitedly whisper to each other because of what they had just witnessed.

 

Not much after the teacher arrived and took her place in front of the room, beginning her explanation about all kinds of formulas with numbers and letters. It somehow reminded him of alchemy magic in a way. It wasn’t entirely the same but it wasn’t completely different either. Sometimes they had to calculate things too in order to make the spell work. It was interesting how worlds could be so different yet similar at the same time.

[Theseus]

"It feels like it," Ezekiel muttered to himself only low enough for himself to hear. Okay, yeah, he's being childish here but he has the right! He was just threatened failure if he didn't pass a class that's useless to his day to day life, now he's being forced to attend a math class by this ass of a demon! He has every single right to act this way! Continuing to glare at Bastran, with every intent on wearing the prince down, Ezekiel was a bit shocked. He's actually reconsidering? Oh thank Merlin, he can hear the angels singing at that. Granted, the demon just wanted to see if it's really as boring as he makes it out(it's fucking math, the prince isn't going to last ten damn minutes), it still means he can go home early!

 

At least something was going his way today. Ezekiel closed his eyes for a second as he sighed, body deflating in relief. He can just take a power nap in the middle of lectures. Attending doesn't automatically mean he has to actively participate in this torture. However, Ezekiel aruptly opened his eyes when he felt a presence moved into his personal space and it's Bastran? Confused, and a bit panicky, he began to move quickly backwards until his back slammed against a wall.

 

Kabedon!?

 

Fuck! Where did that wall come from? Why is the demon so close!? "What--!?" He cut himself off when he saw the look in the demon's eyes (really pretty eyes, fuck, shut up brain), something maliciously teasing twinkling in them. He takes everything back, he loathes this demon prince with all of his soul. Ezekiel's body shook when the demon whispered in his ear as if it's a secret between them only and they're in the middle of a classroom!

 

Moving his lips, ready to exclaim the fact that everyone was staring or the fact that he needs space immensely, it was futile. Ezekiel wasn't able to speak, a pair of lips sealing over his own in a easy, chaste kiss. It felt like his heart was going to come up from is chest to his throat, hell, his body felt on fire from it because it's his first damn kiss! He didn't know what to do; does he push the demon away? Kiss back? No! Don't kiss back! Why would that be an option? The only option should be to push the damn demon away!

 

However, before he could do that, the kiss was over as soon as it started. Shakily, he put his fingers up to his lips, stuttering out broken parts of a sentence as his face flushed a brilliant red up to the tips of his ears. "Y- you just- it--!" What does he say after that!?!

 

He watched as Bastran went to the back of the class to sit down. Why is he so nonchalant about this!? God, his face is still so red! Pulling his hat low onto his face, he rushed towards one of the rare empty seats that was as far away as it was from the demon who fucking took his first kiss! Some students were whispering, some even laughing a bit to themselves yet Ezekiel didn't have the strength to glare at them or tell them to fuck off.

 

Sitting down, he tugged his hood over his head, trying to will his blush away.

 

He's going to fucking kill that demon bitch.

[Z3N]

Leaning his body against the desk that he was sitting as he listened to what the woman had to say. It wasn’t as difficult as he heard about these formulas before, scientists from the underworld used these for their so-called advanced technology. He had to admit though that humans were more developed in that field, making it seem like demons were from a completely different era. The screen wasn’t projected like it was now, nor did they have those little screens in their hands either where they tapped on, switching to different pages of a book which caught his attention for a bit. He actually became fascinated with some of the gadgets in this world which wasn’t that usual.

 

When his eyes glanced to the side though he noticed the bright red blush from before going away in Ezekiel’s face. Resting his head on the palm of his hand as he watched the human while thinking about the possibilities. Neither of them sounded plausible except for one that came in last. His eyes widening as he couldn’t believe it himself in the first instant. Was it his first kiss? He thought to himself curiously, wanting to know if it was true or not but since they already made a scene before it would be bad if a bigger one followed up on that one.

 

His snow white hair covering most of his face together with the hand that was supporting him in order to hide his smile from the human. He strangely felt happy about it that he was the first kiss of the other. Strange. Well, perhaps it was due to it being the first time since he kissed an absolute virgin. Most of the people he got together with had been with others already so he was thrilled as this was a new experience. His light brown eyes then went back to the projection where now a shitload of numbers, letters and symbols were placed upon. Raising an eyebrow as he looked at it. Though as he listened to the explanation of it, it was easy to understand. At least it was for him.

 

The woman caught Bastran’s presence and since he was there, she decided to put him to a test to see if demons were actually smart. Pointing towards the exercise written down on the actual blackboard with chalk. Something he was familiar with.

 

The exercise:

[ (0.00001)(2,500) ] / [ (0.0003)(150,000) ]

 

Looking at the exercise for a bit before taking up the piece of chalk, starting to scribble everything down with the knowledge he just received. Taking a small pause before resuming to write his answer down. Laying everything back in place with the woman staring in surprise at him as she didn’t expect him to actually be correct on this one.

 

[ (0.00001)(2,500) ] / [ (0.0003)(150,000) ] = 0.025 / 45 = 0.000555 = 5.6 x 10-4

 

Shrugging lightly as he didn’t think much about it. After that, the lesson went by at a normal pace, the teacher even deciding to let them off the hook early today so they could have a breather from all this scientific stuff. Yawning deeply as it was like the human said: nothing interesting to look forward to. Though it was necessary to go once in a while to keep up-to-date with the study material they would need for exams. It was the same in the underworld. During the time they went to school they both had tests and exams they couldn’t get out off. If one failed it wasn’t too bad as they had years and years to complete it though it might become a serious nuisance if they had to go again and again.

 

When his light brown eyes got back to Ezekiel however, he remembered his thoughts from before. Biting his bottom lip as it might have been extremely rude to steal it like that but he didn’t regret it. Huffing lightly before moving out of the classroom, not knowing if the kid wanted to be in his presence or not right now. Being captured by a pleasant smell, he decided to follow his nose instead of thinking too much about unnecessary things.

 

Moving through the several hallways of the school before reaching the place where it smelled good. Going to where two ladies were standing in front of what looked like stoves. Sniffing before smiling gently into their direction. “What’s good?” He asked curiously, the ladies chuckling as they gestured towards the menu standing on the side. “There’s a bit of everything. The special of the week is beef taco’s. They’re pretty popular.” The lady said, which made Bastran order three portions of it as one wasn’t enough to satisfy him seeing by the small portions humans received. Paying one pure silver penny which was worth more than what he ordered.

 

The ladies stunned as they took notice of the rare piece. “Is this real? Are you serious?” They asked in harmony, making Bastran nod. “I’ve lots of it where I come from. This is near to nothing for me.” He responded before taking the plates on a tray and moving to an empty spot in the ‘cafeteria’ as so they called it. Sitting down on the chair and taking a bite from the food which made his face break into a genuine smile. “It’s good.” He muttered to himself before taking another bite.

[Theseus]

The class was as boring as Ezekiel remembers, though, at the moment it was a good distraction from what just happened. Even though the heart palpitations calmed down to a consistent rhythm, he could still feel how the demon's lips felt against his own. The kiss was soft, gentle, and he thought it would've been rougher. Not that he thought about kissing the demon! It's just that, well, Bastran is a demon. And, well, gentle doesn't seem like his go to. Damn it, he was still thinking about. Unzipping his backpack, Ezekiel took out a small sketchbook that resembled that of a leather-back notebook. Next, he took out a black pencil, flipped to a blank page, and started to doodle.

 

No way in hell does Ezekiel trust himself to take a nap, so, drawing it was. He drew a few things here and there, even the ingredients he gathered for the summoning ritual that brought the prince here. Speaking of the demon; he glanced over at the demon, white hair falling into his face artfully. Ugh, he hates him so damn much. Snapping his gaze back, he started to draw again, only for the teacher to call on Bastran to solve a problem.

 

Oh, oh this was going to be good. Lifting his gaze up, he smirked as he watched the demon go up to the board towards the front. Damn, the problem was making him go cross eyed, though if it's that complicated, he couldn't wait to see the first kiss stealing (yes, he's still on that, sue him) entitled ass fall face first in front of everyone. He waited, leg jumping as he became giddy with the thought. Oh he could see it now; the demon, embarrassed at how he made a fool out of himself, having to rush out of the room and hide his wounded dignity.

 

Suddenly, his smirk dropped. No. Fucking. Way. He solved it. He solved that fucking problem? Glowering, Ezekiel went back to his drawing. Aggresively gliding the lead against the paper as his thoughts went on and on. Of course he was good at math! All he asked for was for the demon to fail, not out do even the teacher! He has to send him back, he needs to send him back. He doesn't need this demon, he just has Albus.

 

Yeah, Albus was better; didn't talk back, didn't invade his personal life, didn't kiss him--. Ezekiel bit his bottom lip, eyes widening when he saw what he drew; Bastran smirking right back at him in his human form, head titled just so. Eyes dark with a teasing tone.

 

Son of a fucking Merlin's wrinkled ass.

 

When the teacher let them off early, Ezekiel was quick to shove the offending book back into his backpack and zip it up. He's going the hell home right now. Not now, but right now. Standing up, he looked over towards where the demon was sitting only to see that he was gone. "That fucker," he growled. Actually, he can just leave him here. Let that ass go home with some other student! Huffing, picking up his backpack, Ezekiel stomped out of the classroom and down the halls. Some people were whispering to each other as he passed by; great, he's more than sure that the kiss got out as well. Awesome, now he's the "kid who summoned the demon that he's dating for a class." As he heard one of them say none too quietly when he turned the corner.

 

Whatever, he's leaving the demon in this hell and he's not coming back. Repeating the same grade be damned. His stomach took that moment to whine, he paused. Ah, he didn't eat breakfast today. He slept in until the hour he had to summon something for a grade. Okay, maybe a quick look at the cafeteria and then he's leaving!

 

With a huff, Ezekiel walked towards the direction of the cafeteria. When he gets home he should really catch up on some shows, maybe start a new one. But he does need to level up one of his characters, does hell have video games--? No, nope, not thinking about the demon who Houdinied away. Just food and sleep, doesn't even have to be in that order. As he got to the cafeteria, taking out a couple of bills to see what he could buy, he sees a familiar head of white hair.

 

Fucking shit this fuckery.

 

The demon was smiling to himself as he ate; wait, those he have three playes of food? Anger boiling inside of him, he shoved the bills back in his pocket, andstomped towards the table Bastran sat. Sitting down next to him an snatching a plate for himself before taking a giant bite of a beef taco. Oh god it was so good.

 

Ezekiel looked at the prince as he chewed, cheeks full like a chipmunk's as he mentally dared the demon to say anything about him stealing his food.

[Z3N]

When he received his food, he got the ingredients of it noted on a piece of paper as he was so enthusiastic about it. After all, it was his first time eating something like this. They did have the same ingredients as on Earth with a few exceptions that could only be found in Hell but that was just a minor detail. Letting his eyes go over the note: canola oil, jalapenos, garlic, cumin, tomatoes, onion, salt, pepper, chili powder, ground beef, corn tortillas and guacamole. They put some Monterey Jack cheese as a topping which finished the dish if one would ask him. His first taco was a good experience, making him feel complete as he got to learn something new today.

 

Placing the note into the pocket of his pants. Enjoying the meal he got, taking a sip from his coke once in a while to make it glide down his throat better. Some people glanced back at him for having so many plates but what he could say. Demons tended to have a bigger appetite than the average human being. Yet they never really gained any weight which was probably seen as odd. Though there were a few exceptions who leaned to the gluttony sin who kept on eating throughout the day. Of course one would get bigger after a while then.

 

Finishing two tacos in a record of time as they weren’t that heavy to eat. They digested pretty well. Then a third entered his mouth, he didn’t get enough from it. However before he could finish his third one [meaning one plate], one plate got snatched away by none other than Ezekiel who seemed to be even more pissed then before. Not knowing why the human was angry now since he was just eating and not doing anything in particular. How odd. He thought as he watched the human acting like a brat who didn’t get what he wanted.

 

Munching on the rest of his taco as he watched Ezekiel do the same thing. The brilliant expression the other had was completely amusing as he hadn’t seen that one before. Mostly it was just angry faces with the occasional shocked one. Honestly, he didn’t know what the other was thinking and he felt like he shouldn’t even go there in the first place or he might lose himself in that maze of a brain. Full with boobytraps and misleading boards. That was how he saw the summoner right now. A confusing kid.

 

Leaning back into his chair as he stretched himself out, making some light snapping sounds to get himself loose again. After all he wasn’t all too used to this human form as it was actually the first time he had gotten to use it. All demons had one, all of a different kind. Some were small, others tall. Then there were those who were skinny and those a bit bigger. African, American, European, Asian. One could be anything however once the appearance was decided by the demon, it couldn’t be changed into something else unless they practiced some kind of magic which could alter that rule though nobody really bothered to do so.

 

Yet the desire to tease the other didn’t go away. His eyes going back to Ezekiel, trying to hold back a smile from forming onto his lips which barely succeeded. “So what tastes better? The tacos or me?” He asked in a teasing voice, wanting to see the blank expression of the other again which is way too amusing for his own good. With his thumb he wiped some of the juice from the other’s chin, licking it off with an almost innocent expression.

[Theseus]

Swallowing down some of the food in his mouth, honestly that taco was delicious, Ezekiel waited another second to see if the demon would protest about his stealing. All he got was Bastran staring back at him. Good. He took another bite of the slightly spicy taco, sighing contently to himself as he chewed; this was a lot better than cereal and milk. He might steal the rest of the plates from the demon while he's at. He deserves that much. While he ate, Ezekiel looked around the cafeteria; a lot of the space of the room was broken up with random group of friends and cliques. Students laughing with each other and sharing homework together to help each other out.

 

He slowed down his food; he really won't miss this place. There was nothing for him here, no group, no people he actually enjoyed chatting with, no one. Wincing, he swallowed the last piece down of his taco before rightfully taking another one. Biting harshly into the shell. He doesn't know why they told him that high school would be the best four years of his life, maybe because they knew if he found out how much of a shit storm it really was, he would've dropped out then and there. Which is actually true.

 

Cheeks full of food, he narrowed his eyes at the demon; and then there's this asshole. He hasn't even been here a day and he already seems to be out doing what Ezekiel couldn't achieve in four years. Pisses him off. He abruptly chocked on the piece of taco he was eating at the demon's comment, watching in horror(embarrassment) as the prince cleaned his mouth with his thumb before licking it clean. He chocked again, face heating up as he swallowed the rest of his food down and set the half eaten taco on the plate. Trying to calm his coughing fit.

 

"D-don't fucking ask questions like that," he wheezed, glaring as much as he could through his flustered state at the demon. Fucking horned bitch doing shit like this, he's making him go back to the pits of hell today. "You shouldn't have even taken my first kiss, you bitch." Damn it some students were staring again. Ezekiel hunched into himself, snarling out lowly at the demon as he got in his face; "You're dead when we get home, you hear me? Dead." Their noses brushed up against each other, if he just moved the right way, they would be kissing--.

 

Quickly moving back, Ezekiel started to stuff his face again in order to ignore how his heart jumped at the blasphemous thought. It's just hormones, and this deviant is exploiting it. Then trying to act all innocent like nothing happened, fucker should be punished. Wait. Wait no, that sounded kinkier than he meant it to. Shit. The blush reached down his neck as he tried eating and hiding in his hoodie at the same time. Body stiff as he glanced over at Bastran every so often just in case that ass started something again.

 

"Um, excuse me?"

 

Ezekiel snapped his gaze up to see a girl standing in front of their table. Huh, isn't she the one who back stabbed him and showed the prince where his class was? The hell does she want?

Please let it be about taking the demon far away.

[Z3N]

Bastran chuckled at the fiery red cheeks of the male who didn’t see the comment coming in the slightest seeing by his reaction. Taking one more taco which he ate within a minute of time as they weren’t that big. His hunger had calmed down and he didn’t feel like eating much anymore as he saw the hungry human, the guy would probably need it more than him. “I know, I know. I just couldn’t resist.” Bastran responded, laughing softly.

 

Honestly, how long ago had it been since he had fun like this. Years? Centuries? He didn’t remember anymore as he was expected to be the prince of the underworld and here he didn’t have those expectations. Living like a normal human being without any real commitments that he had to make in order to keep the world at peace. There weren’t threads of war all the time either. The outside was full with bright colours, people laughing earnestly, families hanging out with each other without having to worry about their status. It was different from his home world where it was darker, less exciting. Maybe because he was used to it or he just preferred the way it looked here. He didn’t care about their technology, it was the atmosphere that hung around which was completely different.

 

At the comment of him taking Ezekiel’s first kiss however took him aback as he didn’t think that it was truly like that though it did hint towards it. Before he could say anything in return, their faces were in a close distance of each other, making him look directly into Ezekiel’s eyes as there was no other way than to do just that. Sighing softly as the threatening came back, already starting to get used to the aggressive behaviour of the human. Laying his head down on top of his arm, almost looking as if he was asleep if his eyes weren’t open.

 

Then the girl from before arrived at their table. Long brown hair, partially tied into a loose ponytail. Chocolate brown eyes and pale skin. The top of her body maybe reaching his chin when she would stand up straight like a candle. Lips coloured in a light pink as if she had drank some kind of lemonade.

 

Clasping her hands together as she wobbled on her feet, her eyes switching between the two males as she was trying to ask or say something. “Ah, euhm. I believe I haven’t introduced myself yet. I’m Lisa, I’m from the same class as you two.” Glancing back behind her to see her friends cheering her on, giving her more courage. Biting on the bottom of her lip as she took a deep breath. “Are you a couple? I’ve been wondering since I’ve seem you two talking to each other in class and… yeah. I just wanted to know…” She muttered the last part as she started to get embarrassed for asking this so bluntly.

 

Bastran looked at the girl and smiled lightly. “Do you want us to be?” He asked, making the girl go red as a tomato. However shaking his head at the next instant as Ezekiel would probably hate it if he made up something that wasn’t exactly true. “But no. We just met today.” He commented. The girls seemed to be relieved, as well as silently whispering: “Yes~” Making Bastran raise an eyebrow in return but thinking nothing much of it.

 

Her eyes lingered a bit longer onto Ezekiel before turning back to Bastran. “What’s your name?” “They call me Keith Griffith here.” “Ok, euhm, have a nice day then.” She said, once more glancing towards Ezekiel before returning to her friends with a huge thumbs up, all of them seeming to cheer for it. Especially the short haired, blonde girl with big boobs. Glancing towards Bastran before going in to hug her friend.

 

“She seems to have the hots for you.” Bastran commented dryly, not having moved an inch during that time as he was too lazy to do that. But because they had to go home, he knew he had to move again. Slowly sitting up straight. “So when are we going home for my punishment?” He asked, standing up from his seat.

 

 

 

 

 

[Theseus]

That stupid demon prince, he knows damn well he could've resisted. But, the real question is, why didn't he resist? What even made the guy kiss him. Ezekiel quicky tossed that thought away, instead going back to wondering why the girl was here. Did she need something? Most likely to ask if he actually summoned a demon or something. Maybe, just mabye, he can convince her to have Bastran. Like a trade, expect he doesn't want anything back. Just for the demon to go.

 

Ezekiel chocked on air, setting the taco down; are people really thinking they're a couple!?! Damn that fucking demon asshole for kissing him at math class, which was just a couple of minutes ago so how did the news get by that fast?! More importantly, was he that much of a loner that when he talks with someone they automatically assume they're dating? That, sadly sums up his school life. Accurately, might he add.

 

His face glowed crimson at Bastran's question, looking at him and sputtering. He's just making this whole thing worse!! He was going to yell at the demon at that, until the prince shook his head and explained. Oh. Okay. Closing his mouth, he looked back down on his plate. Yeah, they're not dating. Like, they just met, and there's no way he would go for some pretentious asswipe. Hell, he wouldn't even befriend him. Yeah.

 

He snapped his eyes up when he heard a chorus of cheers behind the girl. It was a group of friends, probably the girl's, Lisa, cheering at what the demon said. Ezekiel narrowed his eyes before looking back over at the exchange between the girl and Bastran. Do, do they like him or something? Granted, the demon is okay looking(drop dead cute but he will not admit it for prideful reasons), so he guesses it can't be helped.

 

Ezekiel raised an eyebrow at the fake name; who the hell were "they"? Does he mean himself, because that asshat's name was not Keith. Looking up, he made eye contact with Lisa before she dashed off to her group of friends with a thumbs up. They seem to cheer especially loud at that, glancing at the demon before hugging the shy girl.

 

Ezekiel looked down, pushing his plate away. So they do have a crush on him. He's not hungry anymore, it felt like bile was in the back of his throat and lead settled heavily in his stomach. "She actaully likes you," he said lowly, frowning to himself. Well, he does want to get rid of the demon, maybe the girl could make a contract with him? She seems willing enough. Ezekiel grimaced, standing up and stuffing his hands in his pockets. Pink dusted his cheeks. "Oh, um" he glanced at the table where the girls were, who looked over once and a while and giggled amongst each other. "You can stay if you want. I'm just.. gonna go home. "

 

He nods towards the table Lisa was at; "You can hang out with them if you want, I'm sure they'd love to have you." That came out a lot more acidic than he meant. Chewing on his lip for a moment, still not looking a Bastran, he quickly added as he tried shuffling away from what the fuck he just said. "I'm just going to nap anyway, not as exciting as school."

 

That's a damn lie but, yeah. Hiding emotions in a childish fashion. Fun. "I mean, you wanted to stay right? I shouldn't hold you back.. and...fuck, do you want to stay?"

[Z3N]

Bastran kept quiet as Ezekiel seemed to be especially down after the small talk. The sudden mood went downhill even more despite his effort into trying to make it as light as possible. Not getting why people were making an elephant from a mouse when it came to these kinds of problems. They weren’t even problems either, it was just a fact that those girls might like one of the two which is completely normal to happen at this day and age. Hell, it happened at all ages. Pinching the bridge of his nose harshly to keep himself in his right mind and not do anything weird that could scare the crap out of these people.

 

The more the kid talked, the more annoyed he became as he had been hearing this since his arrival now without a break. Receiving glares, harsh words and aggressive behaviour without an end in sight. Like an endless tunnel with no direct way out. From an early age he was told to exactly avoid this kind of behaviour so he could focus on becoming stronger by doing chores that he disliked to do. Eventually they would become routine and he wouldn’t be scared nor irritated to do them anymore as it became a part of his life. Therefore nagging to this extent was a great taboo for the eldest prince of the underworld. Mainly because it was considered as a sign of weakness and laziness.

 

“You know what… Do whatever the fuck you want. You called me here on a whim without any precautions, got into a blood contract with me and I’m absolutely certain that you’re wishing for me to be out of your life. I didn’t even fucking touch anything with bad intentions and here you are swearing at me at every step I make or word I say.” He busted out in a fury, his human shape losing form and making him go back to his natural appearance. “Next time get one of the books in your library that aren’t as old as mine since you don’t even have the guts to be my contractor.” Spitting words of fire into Ezekiel’s direction, slamming his hand onto the table which broke in two due to the impact it received.

 

The laughter died at that. “If you want to get rid of me so bad then wish for it earnestly unlike how you’re living your life.” Saying his last words before stomping out of the cafeteria, everybody moving out of his way as they had never seen a demon getting angry before. Mostly summoning creatures like rats or cats, something that size or a low level demon who lacked emotions, also called the Doomed Ones as they were once human and got banished to the underworld. All of them were serious criminals but since they got to face actual demons, they calmed down a lot and accepted their faith.

 

Running a hand through his blonde hair, between his horns, ruffling through it roughly before letting his arm drop by his side. Making his way out of the building and going to the place where trees were standing. Walking rapidly to cool his head off, passing people by, ignoring their stares as honestly he would blow them up if they said something wrong right now and that was the last thing he wanted to do while on Earth.

 

Within a few minutes he arrived at the park and dropped down on the grass, away from most humans with their families, going to the other side which was less populated. Spreading his arms as if he was crucified to the ground. “Fuck.” He groaned into the air as he let himself go for a moment despite having sworn to not let his emotions run wild like that. But at least, nothing exploded.

 

Letting himself calm down by looking up to the sky which he could see but not as clear as his home world. It always managed to make him feel calmer and now was no different. On the right side of his hand small flames the size of a toothpick started to appear. Slowly morphing themselves into butterflies dancing onto the palm of his hand. Eventually evaporating once the flame died out.

 

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[Theseus]

Ezekiel jumped back at the sudden anger pointed towards him, eyes widening at the outburst from the demon. That's, that's not he meant. Watching with only a little interest as the prince losed his human form. It once looked oddly beautiful to him, but now, livid beyond understanding, he really did look like a demon. But, that's not what he meant! Doesn't the guy want to go home too? Why does it matter? He flinched back when the demon said he had no guts; this isn't what he wanted! He didn't expect a demon. He didn't mean to be--.

 

He jumped back when Bastran broke the table in two , silence sounding louder than the previous chatter in the lunchroom. Ezekiel didn't know he unconsciously had his hands in front of himself defensively, a faint glow in his palms. He didn't mean it. He thought they both wanted it over, why doesn't the demon want it to be over? Why is the demon okay with this contract? Why is he so angry? Bastran's last comment felt like a slap to the face. That asshole. That fucker has some nerve!

 

As the demon walked out, stomping pass everyone and anyone, Ezekiel scream after his retreating back; "Fuck you, you high horse riding prick! You have no fucking right to say anything about my life!" His body felt warm, power pulsating through his body as anger and hurt filled his chest. Growling, he tossed the taco plates onto the ground, picked up his backpack, and stomped out through the opposite exit. Pushing a few students out of the way as he rushed away from the cafeteria. Who the hell does that royal bitch think he is? No guts? He's not living his life earnestly? What the fuck does he know!? That demon was fed with a diamond spoon his entire life!

 

He looked down at his hands, small sparks of electricity forming in his palms. Blue light illuminating his skin like veins leading up to them from his forearm. Ezekiel cursed, hiding his hands in his pockets as he ran outside.

 

He was living earnestly; he earnestly didn't like going to school, he earnestly didn't need anyone and..and. Ezekiel looked up at the sky, old teasing words he long sinced tried to forget fluttering back. What his dad said before he left; "You're not normal, you're not my son." He swallowed, feeling sick abruptly.

 

"What does he know," he whispered to himself, hands trembling as he pulled his hood up and over his head. Tightly holding onto his backpack and walking home. This is what he wanted; no demon, no problem. But wouldn't he get lost, a traitorous voice asked. Who gives a fuck if that useless shit did? He's the one who stomped off, it's not Ezekiel's problem. But you're the one who summoned him, it argued and so? The guy doesn't think he's worthy anyway. Bastran can break a fucking table in half, he can handle his own.

 

You know what it's like to be left alone.

 

Ezekiel paused, rethinking that sentence over and over again. But he's not alone, he has his mom even if she's always away. And Albus, even if he can't really talk back to him, mostly sleeping around and eating. He's not alone, he doesn't need the damn demon.

 

He began to walk again, but he didn't go home. He squeezed his eyes shut; where the hell was that demon? Did he go back to hell? Was he actually lost?? Aruptly, a secene of a sky and butterflies flashed by and he jerked his eyes open. What?

 

Confused, he did it again. The scene he saw was the same, the sky, fire butterflies, trees. He opened his eyes, maybe? What place has that many trees?

 

He paused; the park.

 

Hastily, he changed course to the park.

 

As he walked through, Ezekiel couldn't help but look around; he hasn't been to this park in years. Some things still look the same but there were more trees. It was calming, remembering playing around here with his mom. It was always hide and seek or a tea party. Sure, tea parties were for girls, but, he liked them as a kid. Always making up gossip with his mom as they drunk orange juice from little teacups.

 

Ezekiel turned a corner and stopped at who was there; what the hell are the odds of that bastard actually being here? Sneering at the relaxing demon (oh sure, pretend like you didn't say any of that shit back there), seeing that he wasy perfectly fine, he moved to walk right out the park and far away.

You know what it's like to be alone.

Fuck. He stopped, standing there for a moment; he doesn't know what he did to piss the demon off. He just told him he could stay at the school if he wanted, he wasn't being gutless. Just...just. Ezekiel hunched forward as he turned around and walked towards where the demon was resting. Sitting a few feet away because he didn't want his back ending up like that table in the cafeteria. Pulling his knees up to his chest, he folded his arms and rested his head on them. Watching the butterflies the demon was making; they were beautiful, graceful without a thought. Yet disappeared so quickly. As if they were never they before another one appears.

 

It's sickly symbolic.

 

Softly, he spoke; "I...I didn't mean to make you angry." He paused looking away from the butterflies and towards the grass. "And I'm not gutless, I just, wasn't expecting you. " that's a goddamn understatement.

 

"I thought you would want to go back, considering I'm not..I'm not the contractor you wanted. I barely do shit. Hell," he let out an empty laugh. "I can't even handle another person. I don't yell at you because i hate you. I just..,"

 

He just doesn't know how to handle this. How to talk with somone who doesn't know him. Ezekiel sighed, hiding his face in his folded arms.

 

"I did the summoning spell so I could have someone," he said, the sentence a bit muffled. Granted, something small like a mouse, but something.

 

He hoped that the demon didn't hear it and yet, he also wishes he does.

[Z3N]

Bastran looked up as he noticed the rustling, seeing Ezekiel squat down further away from him, probably keeping his distance due to what happened before at the school. He did went overboard but he wasn’t going to admit that to this human. He should’ve kept himself in check more and not show his emotions so easily as he was the goddamn prince of the underworld here. There was no time for silly reactions like these that wouldn’t always turn out for the better. However, sometimes there was just no escaping it like now, scaring a shitload of people who happened to witness it live.

 

When the other started talking eventually, he listened to every word that was being said. Hearing the several emotions loud and clear in the male’s voice. Humming as he could kind of understand where the other was coming from, especially since he was an unexpected summoning. Well, it was probably the fault of the one who died when summoning him, having written everything down so neatly as if writing a guidebook for “how to summon a demon prince”. Admitting in his head that it wasn’t entirely the boy’s fault and that there was someone else to blame as well for this happening.

 

Smiling however as he heard the true explanation as to why he was called upon. Now they were getting somewhere. Turning over so he could ‘crawl’ towards where the human was situated, topping the one over with a light push. Straddling the other while keeping his wrists against the ground. His face becoming a bit more serious again as he didn’t want the human to think that he was just joking around like before. “You’re not useless. Why do you think you’re one of the few people in history that managed to summon a royalty like me? Not anyone could do it even if they perfected the summoning.” He explained. “You could do it because you’re stronger than you realize, it just doesn’t show yet.”

 

Letting himself move down so he laid on top of the other, letting his horns retreat so he wouldn’t accidentally stab the male’s eye out. “If I didn’t approve of you, I would’ve killed you already.” He commented, no sign of joking as he wasn’t. Crossing his arms on the male’s chest as he looked up to see the guy’s face for a bit. “You know, this world is really calming, completely opposite of mine. You should enjoy your life here more, not everyone is as bad as you make them to be. If you just give them a chance to prove so. Of course there would be those sneaky assholes who’d backstab you without a second thought but that’s why I’m here now, isn’t it? I’ll just beat them half to death if they hurt you.” He said with a grin on his lips as he didn’t want to kill anyone here as it was a hassle from what he heard.

 

Rolling of the other so they would lay down side by side. “It’s not easy to trust someone, not even for me so I won’t expect you to do as I say immediately. During that time, we can work on sending me back to the underworld as you said before. If I’m right, I’ve heard rumours of a holy sword being able to break to the chains of our contract.” He commented.

 

There were actual chains binding them together, they just weren’t always visible without the demon’s interference. A dark purple aura surrounding it which gave it some kind of fantasy feeling. It was pretty amazing how something like that could even come to existence as it wasn’t in the ordinary. Most demons didn’t even have these chains bound to their summoner though they usually didn’t go through a blood contract either so that was probably the reason why.

[Theseus]

Displaying emotions and apologizing was never a strong suit of his, never really having to practice that skill in any social situation for a while now. However, from the few times it did happened, Ezekiel doesn't remember it being this hard. This suffocating for him. Though, it did level out the weight of it by being honest to some degree, but he refuses to let anything else out besides that. Not because he was spiteful towards the demon, but because he doesn't like spilling his guts for all to see. It's humiliating at best.

 

Hearing some shuffling, Ezekiel looked up to see the demon crawling towards him. He flinched back; okay, what's happening? Is the demon going to silently choke him to death? Is this how he dies; in a playground being chocked out by a demon prince? Closing his eyes, the last thing he expected to feel was the grass on his back. Okay? Not exactly what he had in mind. Ezekiel opened his eyes to see Bastran straddling him, holding his wrist down towards the ground(when did he do that?). The sight shouldn't make something warm burst inside of his chest considering the situation, it shouldn't even make his heart bounce around behind the confines of his ribcage. And here he was, trying to swallow down the dryness that appeared in his throat because now is not the fucking time.

 

Ezekiel scoffed, looking away and saying weakly;

"Probably just a fluke." Why is this demon so keen on telling him what he did was impressive? All he did was follow dumb down directions in what basically was a guidebook. He's probably one of the few that found it (finessed it). But, not anyone could do it despite perfecting it? Knawing on his bottom lip, Ezekiel tried to swallow that happy flutter in his chest. Praises that were aimed towards him was either little or nonexistent, to hear it from Bastran, okay, so he got a little happy about it. Still doesn't mean anything. Nope.

 

He felt the prince lay against his form, and he stiffened up. He was not expecting to be cuddled. Ezekiel didn't know what to do; does he just, hug him back? But his arms are stuck. Does he just fucking Mr.Fantastic it and wrap his legs around him? No, because he's being straddled.

 

How does someone fucking cuddle other people?

 

He huffed out a laugh, and he half expected the other to chuckle at least at the joke he made. However, there was none, not even a snort. Wait a fucking minute, he would've killed his ass if he didn't like him? "And I thought the way I handled this was shit," he muttered to himself. As Ezekiel looked down, seeing that the demon was looking back up at him from his chest and oh look, his hands are free. He listened silently, slowly curling his hands around the other's waist to somewhat awkwardly reciprocate the hug.

 

"I'm holding you to that offer." He was joking, of course. (Fuck no he wasn't joking, do you know how many tests and exams he would get of? How many people who annoyed him will go away? But no, it's morally wrong to do that so he won't abuse that offer. That much.) Ezekiel squinted at the demon as he was turned onto his side, and are they still doing the whole touching thing? Cool, okay. Squirming a bit from the closeness and this emotional talk, he laid his head on the demon's shoulder, hiding how he really felt about breaking the contract. Which was, conflicting really. He didn't want to hold Bastran away from his home, the guy probably has some serious ass responsibility to do. But a small, tiny voice he barely listens to because it's always wrong, wanted the demon to stay. Though, that's stupid as hell, the demon can go whenever he wanted. There's nothing for him here.

 

And yet, Ezekiel found himself saying, as he held on just a tad bit tighter; "We can talk about it later. For now, let's..just stay like this."

[Z3N]

Scraping his throat as they still stayed close to each other despite the awkward emotional talk that came as a result of them being like this. Humming as they came to some kind of agreement in the end. Perhaps him getting angry had worked out after all without causing too much damage to people and objects. His facial expression visibly relaxing more as he didn’t have to worry about those shitty situations anymore and hopefully they would get along from now on without too much struggling and the intention of hitting the other.

 

The awkward way that Ezekiel wrapped his arms was funny to see but he didn’t comment on it as he got to know the other wasn’t particularly good in social situations. Hearing the next the other said caught him by surprise. So he was wanted now? Interesting. Well, he got to understand more of Ezekiel as well which made the human’s presence go to his liking instead. They had to start somewhere and since the beginning wasn’t particularly good, they could only go to better times, right? Or something worse must be awaiting them which he wasn’t looking forward to at all. Especially since there was a high risk of angels meddling in or demons trying to get through ancient mortals in order to retrieve Bastran.

 

“As you wish.” He responded to Ezekiel before getting up again, letting go of the other as he noticed some children throwing curious glances into their direction. Because Ezekiel didn’t like to be in the centre of attention he guessed it would be better to let go after all. Even more since a mother went this way as well looking for the party of children. Smiling mischievously towards them which made their faces go into weird positions as they didn’t know how to react to that.

 

Standing up on the grass, he realized that he had gotten back into his demon form but since he didn’t need to worry about his appearance as they were about to go to Ezekiel’s home, he didn’t bother to transform. However he did keep his horns in, which was the least he could do, by a magical spell which was one of the easiest to do. Clicking his tongue as he offered Ezekiel a hand to get up.

 

“So… Where’s your place?” He asked as he kind of wanted to know. Not that he was familiar with the lay-out of this neighbourhood, it was just being curious about anything that caught his attention. Waiting for the other to show the way.

[Theseus]

Even though he was on the hard, dirt ridden ground, he was comfortable. Not with the hugging shit they were doing, not that it wasn't welcomed secretly, Ezekiel just felt a bit drained. Exhausted, really, with all that happened today. So, the hugging and dirty ground was warmly welcomed eventually. He got into a contract with a demon prince, had an argument with said prince, then making up after admitting a little bit of his feelings. Yeah, Merlin knows this wasn't how he was expecting his day to go. Ezekiel let out a groan of protest when the demon moved; he was just about to fucking fall asleep, why is he moving now? Pouting, (frowning, he doesn't fucking pout) he sat up to complain only to see children staring in their directions.

 

They saw him cuddling Bastran. Face turning pink, Ezekiel quickly shuffled a few inches away from the demon. Fucking hell, what were those kids doing here? Shouldn't they be in school and not judging him for his moment of vulnerability? Ezekiel jumped when he saw a hand offered to him, looking up at the demon. Okay, so the prince is touchy. He's going to die at a young age. Trying to appear chill about the whole thing, he took the offered hand and stood up. Quickly letting go to brush off the grass from his pants(there was barely any there but the demon doesn't need to know that).

 

"Not that far." He answered easily, stretching as he motioned for Bastran to follow him in a certain direction. He only lived a couple minutes from the park, at most twenty if he walked really slow. Ezekiel paused in thought; fucking hell he forgot about how Albus was going at act around Bastran. Fuck.

 

He continued walking, hopefully that fat bastard doesn't do anything stupid. God, he wished Albus doesn't.

 

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The place they got to was in a sea of condos; the door a simple brown to match the scheme of the other clones connected to it. It only stood out with a few trinkets hanging from the doorframe and runes drawn onto the small porch. In the window, Ezekiel saw the curtains shift. Fuck. Stopping at the stairs, he turns towards the demon.

 

"Okay Princey, just a fair warning; I have a cat. And I don't know how that little shit is going to react to you." Hopefully it doesn't try to attack him. While the sight of the demon being attacked by a round fluff ball would be funny as hell, he does not want to clean the mess up. Also, he's pretty sure the demon could snap the feline's neck without much effort put into. Yeah, no, he doesn't want to deal with that.

 

Taking out his key, Ezekiel hopped up the porch and unlock the door, breathing in deeply and sending a silent prayer as he opened the door. Sitting there was a black and white tuxedo cat. Who was clearly fucking overweight. He blames his mom for spoiling him, even if he was just as guilty for doing the same. It stared up at him before shifting its bright green eyes towards the demon.

 

"Hey, Albus," Ezekiel called out, trying to make the cat look back at him and not worry about the looming presence of the demon behind him. "You hungry?" When is it not hungry.

 

The cat kept staring at the demon before hissing at Bastran rather loudly before trotting off deeper into the townhouse. "Okay," he dragged out. "Could have been worse, but okay." He turned towards the prince. "It's a bit of a shitty mess, but it's clean," somewhat. "You can sleep in my room if you want."

 

There was only two bedrooms anyway, one of them being his mom's which is off limits.

[Z3N]

As they walked through the streets, Bastran let everything sink in as it just looked so… peaceful. He wasn’t used to this but he didn’t dislike it. If there was a chance that he would be here for a longer period of time, he wouldn’t mind it as much as he thought he would. If only the underworld could be a little more like Earth, perhaps the citizens wouldn’t be as gloomy as they were now. Sometimes it was a true pain in the ass but since he didn’t really know better, he couldn’t say anything about it. It did get better though the last few years as Hades decided to change things up a bit.

 

At the warning about the cat, he smirked as a small animal wouldn’t be able to hurt him in the slightest. The cuts would heal up instantly. In Hell, those animals were present too and they honestly seemed like they fit just right in with all those demons and evil creatures. Probably because of the fact that they’re cute assholes. Honestly, their personalities were sometimes so bad that they could easily manipulate their owner into treating them to something good with those huge eyes.

 

When the door was unlocked, he saw the thing sitting in front of the door, having some kind of staring contest once their eyes met. One could even imagine sparks going off in the middle if they had enough imagination for it. Clicking his tongue when the cat abruptly turned around and made his way into the house without looking back. Fat bastard. He thought in annoyance as he wasn’t great with cats in the slightest. Always being attacked or hissed at whenever he got too close and it seems like now was no different.

 

Letting his eyes go through the interior of the building, closing the door behind him. “It’s not bad. I’ve seen worse than this. A lot worse.” He commented as he thought about some of the houses demons lived in. Having destroyed part of it due to anger outbursts and not feeling like fixing it up again, rather sleeping in a home with a half-broken roof. They were the true definition of a sloth.

 

Though when Ezekiel asked about sleeping quarters, he tilted his had slightly to the side as he thought about it. “You’re fine with me sleeping in the same room?” He asked curiously. It was perhaps because they had no other choice that the other offered it. Looking towards the sofa, gesturing towards it. “I can also sleep on the couch if you’re more comfortable with that.” He suggested so the human wouldn’t feel obliged to let Bastran stay in the bedroom. Honestly, he just slept where there was some space to do so. Once he even fell asleep while standing up which was quite a sight for his siblings.

 

Going to the couch, plopping down on it with a light huff once he hit the surface. It wasn’t too soft nor too hard, just right. Taking his shoes off as well so he wouldn’t make anything filthy as he had been walking around in the park. Stretching out his arms before looking back to Ezekiel. “So, do you have school tomorrow? It’s different from the underworld since we just study at home and sometimes in a classroom.” He asked.

[Theseus]

Getting into the doorway, it instantly opens up to the living room. A set of stairs to the left that led upstairs to where the bedrooms and bathroom reside. The living room was more simplistic; a t.v, simple dark blue couches with a coffee table in the middle covered in random parchment pieces and books, and a small shelf in the corner with pictures of him and his mom. Dating back to when he was about nine, yet nothing earlier than that. Ezekiel goes up to a lamp next to the television, flipping it on and bathing the room in a dull light. He sees Albus sitting in the doorway to the kitchen, hackles still raised as it stares at the demon prince. That little fucker really doesn't like the demon at all.

 

Well, that was going to be annoying really quick., hearing that fatass hiss every time the guy moves. Hearing that Bastran has seen a lot worse kind of makes him feel better about the fact that there are dishes from at least a week ago still in sink fermenting. Actually, he should probably clean up soon, he's getting tired of Albus trying to eat the left overs that was colonizing in the sink. "What?" The hell does this demon mean by sharing-- oh. Oh. Ezekiel coughed, looking away as he set his backpack on the floor. Damn it, that's not what he meant at all! "I was actually thinking the reverse? Like, you sleep in my room while I sleep on the couch."

 

(He doesn't really mind if they shared a bed. No, he kinda does for other reasons.)

It's not like he's never done it before; most days he finds himself camping in the living room, and some he's holed up in his room refusing to go anywhere expect when he has to feed the cat. Picking up Albus, who meowed lowly at being disturbed form his glaring at the demon prince, he called over his shoulder. "You already made the promise,not going to school tomorrow." It's like, one more day until the weekend anyway. The hell does he need to do before the damn weekend? Learn something that he's not going to remember come Monday? Socialize? Yeah, no.

 

Going into the kitchen, he grabbed the book he left on the counter that morning before bringing it back to the living room Setting the cat on the ground and sitting on the coffee table across front he demon before handing him the book. "This is where I found the ritual," Ezekiel said, taking his hat off and setting it on the table before then pulling his hoodie up and over his head. He almost forgot how warm it gets in his place, sometimes it can even be hot as hell.

 

The pun did not go unnoticed by him.

 

"The whole thing is in another language though, so I have no fucking clue what it says." Folding the hoodie, he set it on top of the scattered papers. He was wearing a lose, white button up underneath, a few of the buttons near his neck undone and the shirt un-tucked. It was more comfortable than his other t-shirts despite it being more formal wear. He heard Albus hiss from somewhere. "Shut the fuck and go nap somewhere."