After the meeting in Reyes' office, Charlotte's parents left back to Hell and [Y/N] has started showing the demoness around, giving the girl a tour of the large school. The school was so big, in fact, that it took nearly the entire school day to show her around. What was left was the last two periods for the students.

"That's the library--a favorite of mine--, the computer lab, and that's the auditorium," [Y/N] says, finishing up the tour. "That just about finishes it. It's the end of our tour."

"Wow! The place is bigger than I thought it would be!" Charlotte states. "It looks much smaller on the outside. Do you use magic?"

"Magic? For what?" [Y/N] asks.

"You know, to put everything in such a small building," Charlotte says.

"No magic, the place just looks small on the outside," the teen states. "And why do you keep on asking about magic? You superstitious or something? I mean, it would explain why you and your folks look like that."

"No, we aren't superstitious or any of that," Charlotte says and creates a rainbow behind her as she spins around a bit and summons some small, cute animals. "I'm actually a demon princess from Hell!"

The rainbow then bursts into flames and the cute animals turn out to be not very cute, showing sharp fangs and red eyes.

[I literally was astounded when I found this. This picture was basically also the inspiration for this book.]

"Hell, huh?" [Y/N] questions. "Cool."

The bell rings, signalling for fifth period to end and for sixth period to begin soon.

"C'mon, Charlie, let's go," [Y/N] says. "We gotta go to PE. Don't wanna be late to your first class."

"Um, okay," "Charlie" says and follows her school guide to PE class. "Question: why are you not freaked out at how casual I said I'm a princess of Hell?"

"This is New York, sweetie," [Y/N] says. "We've seen everything at least twice. Alien invasion? 2012. Demons? Definitely seen them before. It's really not all that shocking."

"Oh," Charlotte says, blushing at how the human she basically just met today called her "sweetie" casually, but she guessed it's something humans/New Yorkers did. "Um, also, why did you call me "Charlie"? My name's Charlotte."

"It's a nickname," the human teen states. "I'm not gonna be always calling you Charlotte, so it would be easier to call you Charlie. It's something us humans do...

Man, that sounds weird saying it out loud."

"Well, you're gonna have to get used to it!" Charlie says, enthusiastic. "Cuz we're gonna be seeing each other almost everyday from now on!"

"Or maybe only today..." [Y/N] says, muttering it under his breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, Charlie," [Y/N] says. "Let's head to gym."

~(--)~

Soon, Charlie and [Y/N] had made it the gym and it was pretty big.

As [Y/N] set nearer the boy's locker room, he looks behind him to see Charlie following him.

"What are you doing?" he asks the demoness, stopping in his tracks.

"Following you," the girl says.

"Nah dip, Sherlock. Why are you following me?" [Y/N] specifies. "I'm going to the boy's locker room to change. Girls aren't allowed in there."

"Oh," Charlie says. "Then where am I supposed to go?"

"The girls locker room," [Y/N] says, not believing that someone doesn't know this, and both are silent.

...

"You don't have gym clothes, do you?"

"Gym clothes?" Charlie questions.

[Y/N] didn't respond, only facepalming and sighing audibly, very frustrated with the girl in front of him.

"Follow me," [Y/N] says, turning around and heading the opposite way. "We're heading to the PE teacher's office."

"Okay!"

And with that, the two walked to the gym teacher's office. Once there, [Y/N] opened the door and saw his gym teacher. Someone who he didn't like at all.

The man was slightly pudgy, with a rather round body with black hair, brown eyes, and white skin. This was the gym teacher, Coach Gregory.

"Mr. [L/N]? What are you doing here?" the man asked. "Here to threaten me even more-"

The man stops, seeing Charlie coming in behind [Y/N] and widen his eyes, many thoughts going through his head.

"Ahem. So, who is this lovely lady?" Gregory asks.

"Her name's Charlotte Magne, the new student," [Y/N] says and leans in closer to his PE teacher, whispering to him so Charlie wouldn't hear him. "I'm her guide and if you even touch her, I will personally haunt you when I'm dead."

"Don't make threats you can't live up to, kid," Coach Gregory says and [Y/N] clicks his tongue. "Now, what do you two want?"

"Charlie needs gym clothes," [Y/N] says, his hard glare still on his gym teacher.

"Of course I'll give her one!" the round man says. "What size are you?"

"Um, adult small?" Charlie says, guessing since she's never been asked that before often.

"Small?" the coach questions, eying the girl in a way that made [Y/N] clench his teeth. "Okay, then."

The man gets up and walks over to the storage room attached to his office. He opens it and, after some waiting, comes back with a gym shirt and shorts in his hands and hands them to Charlie.

"Here you go, Miss Magne," the man says. "Enjoy your time here at Midtown High."

"Will do!" Charlie says and her and [Y/N] leave the office.

Once a good distance, [Y/N] pulls Charlie aside.

"Charlie, I want you to stay away from that man," the teen tells the girl.

"Why?"

"Just... please," [Y/N] begs. "I may not know you well, but I can't imagine what he'll do if you're alone with him."

"Um, okay," Charlie says. "If you say so."

"Thanks, Charlie," [Y/N] says. "Now go change. I'll see you later."

"Okay," Charlie says and looks at [Y/N].

...

"You don't know where the girl's lockers are, do you?" the [H/C] haired teen asks and Charlie shakes her head "No.". "Ugh."

~(--)~

It's after school and Charlie is still following [Y/N] through the school, kinda like a lost puppy. Soon, they reach the school exit and make it outside. [Y/N] walks to the left and Charlie still follows him, nearing a motorcycle. A 2009 Yamaha V Max to be exact.

"Is that yours?" Charlie asks [Y/N].

"Yes," the [E/C] eyed male says and gets on it, putting in the keys and starting the engine. "Why? You like motorcycles or somethin'?"

"Not exactly, just curious," Charlie said. "Did you buy it or...?"

"Made it myself from some spare parts and an old bike," [Y/N] says, revving his engine as he twists the right handle. "I'll see you later, Charlie."

And with that, [Y/N] rides away on his bike and to his home.

"... In Hell."

~(--)~

[Y/N] is seen still riding his motorcycle through the streets, not at all caring about the laws of biker licenses. As long as he doesn't go too fast he won't get pulled over, so he won't have to show his license. Even if he did get pulled over, he can use his fake license and ID to fool the officer. It's a full proof plan.

Soon, [Y/N] nears his house which was rather large. Not mansion size and stuff, but still rather a large house. As he nears it, a white and golden limousine is seen parked near his house and it confuses [Y/N].

What's that doing here? the teen asks mentally. Mom and Dad didn't buy that, did they?

[Y/N] soon approaches his home and parks his bike in the driveway. He turns off the engine and takes out the keys, putting them in his pocket and hopping off his bike. He walks pass the strange new limo and to his front door, which was strangely unlocked.

That's not normal, [Y/N] thinks, opening the door. The only way it could be open is if my parents are here. There's no way they can-

A sudden burst of laughter cuts [Y/N] from his thoughts, making him snap his head to the living room where the laughs were coming from.

The teen makes his way to the living room to see his parents laughing with three familiar people: Charlie, Lucifer, and Lilith.

"WHAT ARE YOU ALL DOING HERE?!" the teen asks loudly, gaining the attention of the adults and other teenager in the room.

"[Y/N]?" Charlie questions with a smile. "This is your house?! Great!"

"Welcome back home, [Y/N]," [Y/N]'s father greets his son. "How was school?"

This was Michael [L/N], [Y/N]'s father. He had short brown hair with [E/C] eyes and [S/C] skin. He was wearing a blue long sleeved shirt and jeans.

"It was... interesting," [Y/N] says, still wanting to know why the Magnes were here at his house.

"[Y/N], this is Charlotte Magne, the foreign exchange student!" [Y/N]'s mother said. "But you already know her since you were her school guide."

This was Susan [L/N], [Y/N]'s mother. She had beautiful, long [H/C] hair with hazel eyes and [S/C] skin. She wore a nice green shirt with shorts.

"Mr. [L/n]," Lucifer says, "it's a pleasure to see you again."

"Yes, how convenient that our daughter's guide lives here, isn't it?" Lilith says and pulls Lucifer close to her, whispering. "You did know that he lived here, right?"

"Uh, of course!" Lucifer whispers back, sweating a bit. "How would I not?"

Truth was, he actually didn't know nor could he predict it. [Y/N] seemed immune to his powers and it disturbed the Devil. How could a simple human be immune to the powers of Lucifer? It is quite strange.

"Okay, what are you all doing here?" [Y/N] asks the demon family.

"Well, since Charlotte here is a transfer student, me and your father agreed to let her stay with us!" Susan tells her son.

... this complicates things, [Y/N] tells himself as he sighs.

"Alrighty, then," the teen says. "Welcome to my house... I guess."

"[Y/N], can you help Charlotte bring her stuff to the guest room?" Michael asks his son.

[Y/N] turns to look for Charlie's bags, seeing a bunch of pink suitcases and such lying behind the couch. This makes the teen curse mentally.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu--

~(--)~

Charlie is seen happily skipping up the stairs, the camera moving a bit to show [Y/N] struggling to hold all of the demoness' baggage as he walks up the stairs.

"How much stuff do you have?" [Y/N] asks the girl as he stops at the top of the stairs, setting down some bags as he pants.

"Just the essentials," Charlie tells her guide. "Why?"

[Y/N] looks at the Princess of Hell with a deadpan face, sighing and then picking the dropped bags back up.

"Come on. Let's get you settled in," the leather clad male says and walks up to a nearby door. "Here's your room."

[Y/N] opens the door (somehow) and waddled in as he brought Charlie's stuff with him. Charlie follows him in, looking at the room in curiosity as [Y/N] set the bags down.

"Alright, here's your room," he says as he pants a bit. "Probably not what should be a room for a "princess" or whatever, but it should work for you."

"It looks great!" Charlie states. "Where's your room?"

"Right across the hall," [Y/N] tells the girl. "Bathroom's right down the hall, to the right. Just get me if you need anything... I guess."

"Okay," Charlie tells her human friend.

"Alright. See ya," [Y/N] says, walking out if Charlie's room and closing the door.

This leaves Charlie to herself, the girl turning to her stuff and her smiling faltering as she realizes how much she has to put away.

"Maybe I should've asked him to stay and help," she tells herself.

~(--)~

It was now nighttime, and Charlie is seen sleeping in her new bed. Some of her stuff was laid across the floor since the demoness wasn't able finish unpacking. The girl was awake, however, for a few reasons. For one, she was sleeping somewhere new and not in her usual bed. Second, she's usually sung a song before she sleeps by one or both of her parents.

She then huffs her breathe and groans, getting out of her covers and out of bed, showing her pink pajamas.

She opens the door of her room and walks out, walking over to the door that closes [Y/N]'s room off from the outside. She looked at the door, reading a sign plastered on it.

RESTRICTED ACCESS.
ENTRANCE WITHOUT PERMISSION RESULTS IN PUNISHMENT

She ignores the sign and knocks on the door.

"[Y/N]? Are you up?" she asks the teen. "I'm sorry to wake you if you aren't, but I need some help to sleep."

There was no answer, confusing the girl.

"Um... I'm just used to my parents singing me to sleep, so do you think you could help me?" Charlie asks, silence only answering. "[Y/N]? You there?"

She starts to worry when no one answered her, so she opened the door to see if [Y/N] was there.

"[Y/N]? Please don't be naked," Charlie says, peeking her head through the slightly opened door. "[Y/N]?"

She looks around, only seeing darkness of the room and no [Y/N]. She then sees the open window, a cold breeze flowing from it and making her worry.

"Oh no," she says, rushing into the room and to the window, looking outside.

She soon makes her own way outside, searching for her new friend through the streets of New York City and in the cold night.

"[Y/N]! WHERE ARE YOU?!" Charlie calls out through the night as she walks. "[Y/N]?!"

No one answered her calls as an entire hour and a half passed, few cars and people passing by as she walked through New York City.

"Oh, where are you, [Y/N]?" Charlie asks herself as she starts to shiver from the cold.

She walks for a bit longer, almost giving up hope on finding [Y/N] when she hears some footsteps behind her. She turns with a smile on her face, expecting [Y/N] but only to he met with someone else.

"Well, ain't it my lucky day," the stranger tells himself. "Looks like my task was easier than I thought."

[Character doesn't belong to me. Belongs to respective owner. Great art by the way.]

"A... a demon?" Charlie questions. "Who... who are you? And h-how are you here? On Earth?"

"Name's Daniel, sweetheart, but just call me Lucky," the single-eyed demon called Lucky tells the Hellish princess. "And how I'm here? Well, let's just say your parents aren't the only ones that have access to the Living World."

"Well, erm, w-why are you here?" Charlie asks Lucky, slowly backing away from the Mobster demon.

"Simple, darling," Lucky says, pulling out a Tommy Gun from nowhere and cocking it. "I'm here for you."

Charlie panicks, quickly turning and running away which makes Lucky groan.

"They never can just sit still can they?" Lucky asks himself, soon growing a sadistic smile. "Oh, well. Makes my job a lot more fun."

The demon gives chase to his princess, laughing menacingly as a cruel look appears in his eye. He shoots some bullets at the scared girl, the lead shots missing their target as she runs. Charlie then runs into an alleyway, finding it blocked off at the end and turning to run, only to be cornered by Lucky.

"End of the road, Rose Cheeks," Lucky says, aiming his Tommy Gun at Charlie. "Now, don't worry. I ain't here ta kill ya, just hurt ya enough so that you don't resist!"

The demon aims his gun and cocks it, ready to fire which makes Charlie cry a bit as she fears for her life. Her tears make Lucky smile even wider, chuckling to himself as he pulls the trigg--

*THUD*

Something small hits Lucky in the back of his head, making him confused as he turns around to see a familiar leather jacket wearing teen standing next to an active motorcycle.

"Step. Back. Now," [Y/N] orders the tuxedo wearing demon. "Or else."

"Or else what?" Lucky asks the human, not feeling threatened at all. "You're a human, I'm a demon. Naturally, I'm stronger--GAAAAH! MY EYE!"

[Y/N] threw another rock at the demon, striking him in the eye and making him cry out in pain. He then hopped on his bike and rode it through the alley, ramming into Lucky and knocking him down.

"[Y/N]?" Charlie questions, looking up at her savior.

"Hop on!" the human tells the demon princess, the girl listening and jumping to her feet.

She hops on to the bike, grabbing on to [Y/N]'s waist just as he revved up his bike and shot out of the alleyway. They glide through the empty streets of the night as the bike's engine roared, Lucky running out of the alleyway with his gun blazing. Sadly for him, though, [Y/N] and Charlie were out of range and the bullets only falling to the ground.

"Shit," Lucky says, lowering his Tommy Gun. "Looks like this is gonna be harder than I thought."

~(--)~

At a gas station, Charlie is seen sitting down on the pavement in front of of the convenience store made along with the gas station, [Y/N]'s leather jacket wrapped around her body to keep her warm. [Y/N] walks out of the store, a bag in his hand as he walks up to and sits next to Charlie on the ground.

"Here, you're probably thirsty," the teen tells the girl, offering her a bottled drink.

"Thanks," Charlie says, taking the drink from her friend.

She opens the bottle and puts the bottle to her mouth, drinking the liquid as [Y/N] does the same with a [F/D]. The boy then puts the drink down, letting out a breathe and turning to Charlie.

"Okay, so who was that guy and why did he look like that?" [Y/N] asks Charlie.

"He said his name was Lucky, and he's a demon like me," Charlie states.

"Why was he aiming a gun at you?" the [H/C]-haired teen asks.

"I'm the Princess of Hell," Charlie states. "He was probably trying to kidnap me and hold me for ransom with my parents."

"Welp, at least he doesn't know where we live," [Y/N] says, confusing Charlie.

"We? Wouldn't you think it would be safer for your family if you just kick me out?" Charlie asks.

"Who cares when you have a gun?" [Y/N] says, pulling out a pistol.

"AAH! WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?!" Charlie asks the now gun-wielding teenager.

"The store behind us," [Y/N] informs Charlie calmly.

"WHERE YOU JUST BOUGHT OUR DRINKS?!" Charlie asks.

"Yes," the [E/C]-eyed boy says. "I don't see a problem."

"YOU'RE SIXTEEN! WITH A PISTOL IN YOUR HAND!" Charlie declares. "YOU DON'T SEE A PROBLEM?!"

"Yeah, now I do," [Y/N] says and stares at his new gun. "I should've asked for a silencer as well. Maybe a shotgun."

"[Y/N]!"

"Joking. Only joking," [Y/N] says with a smile, putting the pistol away. "But it's necessary. We don't anyone hurting you, do we?"

"I... I guess you're right," Charlie says. "Just, don't go pulling that thing all the time, okay?"

"Gotcha," [Y/N] says and laughs a bit. "I promise to protect you, okay?"

"Okay," Charlie says, leaning her head on [Y/N]'s shoulder. "Thank you."

[Y/N] looks at Charlie in confusion, wondering why the rose-cheeked girl was leaning her head on his shoulder but he decided to not question it.

"I think we should head back home," [Y/N] says. "We have to wake up for school tomorrow."

"Okay," Charlie says, standing up to her feet and walking to [Y/N]'s motorcycle. "You coming? Cuz I have no idea how to ride this thing."

[Y/N] smiles lightly, standing to his feet as well and walking to his motorcycle. He gets on it and starts the engine, looking at Charlie for her to get on. She smiles at him and does so, wrapping her arms around the human as [Y/N] revs the bike a few times before shooting off into the streets of New York City.

Seems like life is gonna be more interesting for the [L/N] Family.