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If there was one expression I loved the most, it was the troubled look on Lucifer's face right now as I childishly climbed on top of Satan's head, flopping my belly on the top of his once neatly combed hair, and allowing my legs to dangle from the sides, making me look like a cat hat you would buy from that loud and odd place, which Minho used to call an amusement park.
"A witch cat Mammon bought with him you say," Lucifer sighed, as he pinched the bridge of his nose, probably knowing whom I really was.
Not long ago, Lucifer had surprisingly entered the disastrous classroom, after I did, and somehow managed to eliminate the destruction that had once dominated the room. "Well do you have anything to say, Mammon?" Lucifer asked the the coca-skinned boy, with messy white hair, who had his back leaning against the classroom's door behind us, with his hands behind his head, as he miserably failed to whistle a cheerful tune.
"You can't always accuse me for all the problems in the campus . . ." he babbled, and from his choice of words, I would bet my life that he was the cause of all the fuss that had occurred in the classroom a few minutes ago. " . . . And I haven't met up with any of those witches I made a pact with lately, so NO! That kitty-cat isn't any of my responsibility!"
He certainly had a handful attitude, I give him that much for a comment. "So . . . Who does she belong to?" Satan asked, his expression becoming dull all of a sudden as if I had suddenly stepped into one of those detective movies humans always watch. "Don't tell me she belong's to Diavolo? Is that why you seem to care so much about this cat?!"
Two words to describe this guy. Drama fan. This demon was coming up with so many bizarre scenarios I could not imagine. Either that, or things are usually down right crazy here, unlike the Celestial Realm. This was entertaining. None of these demons knew I was an exchange student, except Lucifer, who for some reason did not seem eager to tell the news to the clueless looking boys in front of him.
" Um , Satan?"one of the demon boys with , who were causing the chaos in the classroom, tugged Satan's sleeve, while-warily staring at me, as if I was a demon with devil horns. "Did you not hear for the new transfer student coming from the Celestial Realm?"
This kid was going to spoil my fun. I hissed at him, and jumped into Satan's arms, before noticing two familiar figures at the end of the hallway. In n instant, I glanced back at Satan, and gave him a quick lick on the cheek, before pouncing out of his arms, and sprinting towards my partner, Luke. I was well aware of everyone staring at the loose cat on the run, but who was I to care?Maybe I looked human, but I never fully grown out of my animalistic habits. The second I pounced into Luke's arms, all the scrolls and books he was carrying, came stumbling down to form a heap of a mess in the middle of the hallway. Like Satan, but more, Luke chuckled at my actions, and scratched my head, as I nudged his hand. He knew well, I would eventually shift into my cat form upon arriving to this wild, pit of hell. Which cat would not? The place was crawling with demons, who most were likely to tempt me, with something, and the next second I would have my soul devoured. They may have looked human, but their auras said ,'otherwise.'

Luke on the other hand, was my best friend, and only family . . . After I died in the Human Realm that is. "Yuna! Your embarrassing me!" He said, between his childish giggles, before I stepped away, circling him a few times, before shifting back into my human form.
"Yuna, I see you have started adapting to Devildom," I gave Simeon a sheepish-smile, as I scratched the back of my head. "Caused accidental trouble, I see."
"You make it sound like a bad thing," I chuckled halfheartedly, until I was swiftly interrupted by a familiar, snappy voice.

" Biting my hand and scratching it is more than just a bad thing!" The pinked-haired demon, whom I assumed was called Asmodeus, yelled as he stormed out of the classroom I had just left minutes ago, and grabbed Luke by the collar shaking him aggressively. "Control your cat! Damn it! She ruined my hand! Do you have any idea how much I had to pay when I went to that new spa that just opened?!"

I witnessed Luke mumbling an unclear insult under his breath, as Lucifer laid a hand on Asmodeus' shoulder, and slowly distanced his fellow demon away from the young angel. "Wait! Wait! So your telling me, that she is the a new transfer student?!" Mammon asked, ocean blue eyes so wide, that I thought they were about to fall out of his empty-headed skull. " And she is Luke's familiar?!How? . . . And when did this all happen?!"

Looking at him now, I pretty much understood why Asmodeus had placed the blame on him for sneaking in a stray cat into the campus, he was a moron. I was about to ask Luke about my double edged daggers, but was cut off the second I sensed a pair of eyes following my every movement. The last thing I wanted was to lock eyes with whoever was watching me, so I shot my surroundings a quick glance, but that only increased the strange aura circling around me like as hungry predator. Lucifer was way to busy explaining the situation to Mammon: Asmodeus, and a purple haired demon, whom according to Simeon was named Leviathan, were arguing over, who knows what; the buff looking, amber haired demon standing next to Leviathan, seemed to gazing off into space, while mumbling random things he wanted to eat . . . things which I certainly never heard of in any realm, until now. . . But then I saw him, his virescent eyes holding an odd emotion I never witnessed in my years as a familiar. His aura seemed to paralyze me. I could not look away, and for a second, I felt something inside me flicker unstably for a second. What type of magic is this? How did I not know of it?! The more I tried to resist the further away the world around us seem to fade. For a moment, everyone's voices vanished, and I felt an unnatural type of energy making its way through me. What was he doing?! How?! I was panicking, and I knew it well. He eyes became dull, and my past memories flashed before my eyes. Was he seeing all this?! How? Why? His eyes . . . where did this type of aura come from?!

"Yuna Yuna!!"

I was able to sense Luke's magic, and stumbled to the ground. My soul was released from that strange paralyzing spell. I turned my attention back to Satan, but unlike what I expected , he was laying on the marble floor . . . unconscious, with Asmodeus crouched down next to him, a concerned expression on his face. The image of his lifeless eyes flashed into my mind once again, sending a shiver down my spine, as I scanned my surroundings. Luke was kneeling beside me, with worry covering his young features, as other demon students stood nearby staring at me suspiciously. Maybe my guts were right about coming to this place was a bad idea. " I think you and your familiar should descend back to Purgatory Hall for the rest of the day," Lucifer interrupted the heavy silence, narrowing his yes at me, as I unsteadily stood up, while glaring daggers at him. He knew something I did not. I could easily tell with the slight hesitation dancing in his deep, black orbs, as Luke tugged my arm, and slowly lead me way from the scene with Simeon acting as company.

Something was not right about this place . . . Something I was willing to find out!!