[Locked] Devil Princess (Chapter I, Part III)

I continue to run down the hallway, hoping that I could get him come out of his hiding spot and out in the open.

“…Nice try.” A voice echoes from behind me.

“Damn it… where is it coming from?”

I hear a metallic †˜clang’ from the direction I was facing earlier. The second I turn my head to see what it was, a sharp metal rod comes flying in my direction. Luckily, I manage to evade it before it gouged my chest.

But, that was close. Too close for comfort.

Without a second thought, I continue to run down the hallway. As I look ahead, I finally spot the room I’m looking for: the Science Club’s meeting room.

I burst though the door with all my strength and quickly hid behind a large shelf.

But I barely was able to stay hidden for five seconds before I heard his unsettling laughter filled the room.

“I don’t see why you’re trying to hide from me.Why don’t you just come back to Hell with and we can have this all worked out.”

Something about the way he’s taking doesn’t seem normal.

“I’ll never go back. Not until I can stop the Cavalcade.”

“What’s the point? To everyone in Hell, this is nothing more than a survival game.”

“But its wrong! Don’t you understand what Dad is doing to these people!?”

“No, not really.”

A tall, slender boy with black spiky hair comes out of the shadows of the shady corner in front of me.

Well…almost. He was completely naked, so if he were to step out any further, his penis would be hanging out.

“…But I honestly don’t give a damn what happens to these stupid humans…most of them deserve to die anyway.”

Oh, great. Now he’s smiling at me with some sort of weird smirk on his face.

I see his hand grabbing something from off of the table next to him...a scalpel.

“Now, I am going to say this one final time…come back to Hell.”

“…No.”

“Then die!”

I barely have time to duck before he tried to stab me in the head…but I manage to do so at the last second. Regrettably he noticed that I had moved and came straight after me. I wasn’t expecting him to attack me this fast, butI know I can’t dodge his attacks forever. I have to find a way to defend myself.

He comes close stabbing my eye, but I deflect the scalpel with a swift elbow to his forearm, followed with a tightly clenched fist right into his gut, making him stumble back a couple steps.

“That was a lucky shot…I’ll make sure you’ll never get a chance like that again!”

And he probably would have made good on his threat…if he hadn’t walked right into the sharp end of the long desk in front of him. I really wanted to warn him…but he was so bent on trying to kill me, he wouldn’t have heard.

So, I let him find out the hard way.

“Why the hell do these humans even have these things!?”

“It’s how they reproduce.” I replied as I walked over to him and crouched over his face, which was shrouded in pain.

“I also read that guys are very sensitive here.”I begin to poke at his testicles. “You know, you should really wear something to protect these.”

“Stop that! That really hurts!”

Quickly jumping to his feet, he grabs the scalpel and points it at me yelling, “Just for that I’m gonna kill you twice!

Taking a couple swift steps away from him, I briefly glance over to the dusty window.

Damn it. The moon’s still being covered by those clouds. Guess I have to stall him for a bit longer.

“Hey! If you have time to look out the window, then you have time to let me dissect that nice-looking body of yours!”

Shit, I forgot that he was still here! As I set my combat stance, he sneers at me.

“Finally deciding to put up a fight, huh? That’s cool…I like my prey to have a little fight in †˜em before I kill them!”

He jumps at me, going after my head once again, but I roll out of the way before he could get to me. I counter with a leg sweep, but he must have anticipated it, because he hops onto the table and tries to kick me in the head as I got up. Fortunately, this gave me the opportunity to grab it and pull down hard, causing him to slip and hit the back of his head.

“Fuuuuck, that hurt!” he shouts. “But, it’s nothing compared to the pain you’re about to feel!”

Without warning, his other foot pokes out and goes…

Right in between my legs?!

Crap. I can see where this is going.

I tried to let go of his other foot, but it was to late… I was already sent soaring into a glass box that was housing a controlled experiment on the other side of the room.

~KSHH!!~ Closing my eyes, all I could hear was the sound of glass breaking around me.

Seconds later, I hear footsteps coming up. Gradually opening my eyeballs, I see his upturned form hanging over me, along with something running down my face. That crash into the experiment box must have caused me to get my mug cut up!

“Didn’t anyone tell that sleeping in the middle of a skirmish is bad for you?”

The guy slowly begins to graze my now scratched-up face with his unblemished utensil, collecting some of my blood on the tip before licking it off cheerfully.

“Victory has never tasted so sweet before.” Prior to repositioning the scalpel in a place to cut my neck, he leans closer to my face and whispers in my ear, “Thanks for the dance.”

“Aww…you’re leaving so soon? Why don’t you stay for an encore?”
I promptly take the large shard of glass that I was hiding behind my back, and jam it into his shoulder, scarcely leaving him any time to move away from my feet before they came down on his face. He staggers back in pain as he pulls the shard out of his arm and throwing it to the floor. Once it was out, a large amount of blood spews from the hole it left.

“You BITCH! You’ll pay for that!”

Just then, I watch as the room and everything in it becomes slowly covered in a yellow glow.

“…Make me.”

For about ten seconds, the two of us just stood there, not moving an inch.

“What gives?! I should be carving you up like a turkey now! Why can’t I-?”

“Oh, so you finally get it now? I casted a Paralysis Spell on that shard of glass I stabbed you with, activating the moment moonlight touched it.”

“But I pulled it out before the moon came out! How the hell is it still working?”

I walk up to his frozen body, picking up the glass shard along the way. Holding it to his face I reply, “Your blood’s still on it, right? That’s why it’s working on you.”

“So…this is the power of the acclaimed “Lunar Demon”, huh?

“If you know what I am…then you know what I’m about to do…right, dear Onii-chan?”

A mysterious grin comes across my face as pair of small horns comes out of my head. I continue walk behind him before leaning on one of his shoulders and placing the shard underneath his neck.

“Feels familiar, no?”

“W-what are you doing?! This is attempted…uh…what’s the word I’m looking for…”

…Seriously?

“I know it has something to do with killing your brother…”

“Fratricide?”

“That’s the word! THANK you! Now where was I? Oh yeah…this is attempted fratricide!”

“Oh, please. I’m already a fugitive of the Metropolitan State of Hell for committing high treason…so I don’t see any problem with killing my onii-chan…which you aren’t, because my real brother wouldn’t try to attack me.”

“No…stop…it…ughh!”

As my hand began to caress his slender back, my mouth begins to water.

“Besides, I haven’t eaten properly in a week…and tonight, you’re my personal all-you-can-eat buffet!”

“That means…”

“That’s right...that means I get to drain you until your completely empty. Now, where were we?” I mouthed into his ear while I rubbed his lower back with my other hand.

Then, my hand went lower.

…And lower, until…

“No, no, no, no, NOOO-



“You did well, Katsumi-kun.” I assure him. “And doesn’t if feel nice to wear clothes?”

I went over to my brother (who was cowering in the corner) and rubbed his back. I was also fortunate enough to find a boy’s summer uniform for him to wear, too.

“Y-y-you didn’t even give me a s-safe word.” He hides his face from me in shame.

“I’m still surprised someone with as much willpower as you was being controlled with a Mind Spell.”

“That’s because the demon who used it on me was very powerful himself.”

“Don’t you mean †˜her’?”

“Fine! Him, her…whatever!” I can see that he was still mad at the fact that he was being controlled. “But, was it really necessary to do that?”

“How else do you break a hex on a person’s mind?”

“I don’t know…how about something other than sticking a finger in someone’s ass!?”

"Well if that's all your worried about...then my job here's pretty much done." I rise back up onto my feet. "I don't care what you do now...just don't interfere with my plans. The second you do...I'll send you back to Hell so fast, I'll make Charon's ferry look look like a toy boat floating in the Pacific."

I prepare to leave out the room when something stops me: a hand, firmly gripping my wrist. I turn around and notice Katsu looking at me with an intense face.

“Hold it.”

“What now?”

“I want to go with you.”

“Why?”

His gaze drops down a bit, as if he was in a short moment of thought. His awareness then snaps back to me.

“I want to see if you’re right about Dad.”

I think it would be wise to stop here and give you a little back-story about what's going on.

The Hell that I live in is more akin to what you humans would call a “metropolis.”We have our towns and cities, all complete with residential, commercial and industrial areas, along with police and fire departments. We even have our own ocean: what you humans call the Sea of Flames, which is ironically not a literal sea of fire. It’s only called that because the water always stays warm. Think of it as a really large hot tub.

Even though nothing bad every really happens there, Hell still needed a reason to be called Hell. That’s why all the popular TV shows were geared towards the suffering of humans on Earth. The most popular of these shows was a game show called “Cavalcade of Blood.”

The rules of the game were simple: every year, thirty-six random people from a random prominent city on Earth are possessed by the same amount of people who live in Hell. Once this is done, the game follows one main objective: force the other contestants back to Hell by killing their host until one is left standing. The winner gets the greatest prize Hell could give: They become the king/queen of Hell for exactly one decade. Also in order to make the game also adheres to the following rules to make it fair:

1. The contestant must be guilty of committing one or more of the seven deadly sins prior to dying and being sent to Hell

2. The contestant can possess only the person they are assigned to. Naturally, this rules doesn’t count for the Adjudicators, who are allowed to possess whoever is needed to keep the human casualties to a bare minimum. This leads to the third and final rule.

3. Although anyone from Hell can possess anyone at any given time, all non-contestants are strictly forbidden from taking a persons body over in order to interfere with the game for any reason whatsoever. Doing so is considered high treason, which in Hell means the complete obliteration of the accused from spiritual existence: “Perma-death.”

For many centuries, this was how Hell was run and it somehow benefitted everyone: The humans were happy because they have some thing to report every night on their evening news, and people here were happy because they found an easy way to pick a person to lead.

But there was something about this game that the general public didn’t know. It was actually just a cover up for what was really happening.

The winners of the game are captured and their life force is taken away by my father in order to give him more strength. A couple of days after the winners are announced they end suddenly up “missing”. That’s when my bleeding heart Dad takes it upon himself to be the interim ruler until the next decade.

…And the weirdest ting of all? Everyone thought all of this was fine…including me.

Let me rephrase that. I used to think this was fine.

…Until I saw what was going on with my own eyes. I'll never forget what happened when I found the secret lab where he was conducting his experiments...and what he did to me once he found out I knew...

...

"Time to wake up, Sunshine."

"Dad...unnh…Where are you? I can't see."

"It's better for the both of us if you didn't see what was going on. That's why I've temporarily blinded you. You should be able to see in exactly forty-eight hours. By the way, if you're wondering why its breezy in here and why you can't move, its because I stripped you naked and bound your hands and legs together."

"Why would you do that?!"

"Damn it! I'm tired of waiting!"
"Yeah! I haven't had any sex in days because of this!"

"Hold your horses, guys. I'm almost done."

"Dad...I'm scared. What's going-"

"Shh…Just stay completely still. It will all be over soon."

"I can't wait anymore! Let me fuck her now!!"

"Seems like its time for me to go. Remember, Mari-kun, I only did this for your own good."

Wait, come back!"

"All right, listen up! For the next two days, my daughter shall attend to your every sexual need. If she refuses, don't be afraid to use force to maker her mind. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a speech to write."

"You heard the old man! Let's put this ugly cunt in her place!"

"No...Stop it...y-you can't do this!"

"Last I checked, you weren't in a position to talk back to us!"

Suddenly, I feel a sharp pinch in one of my breasts. About a moment later, my body begins to feel heavy, and I fall down to the ground.

"Seem like the drug takes effect quicker in fugly women, huh?"

"Okay, boys...now that she can't move, its time for the real fun to begin!"

"Stop! Let go of- No! Don't...AAAANH!"

And so, for thirty-six hours, these men raped and brutally assaulted me.

"Haaaah! I don't think I have more semen left in me."
"Neither do I."
"Who cares? We already filled her up. Just look at her!"
"So, what do we do with her now."
"We leave here, you dumb fuck."
"Yeah, she's noting more than a used toilet now."

...

"Please...stop...you're going to break me...if you keep cumming inside..."

"Hmm, what's this? Seems we have a sleep-talker...and one who likes to talk dirty at that."

When I could finally open my eyes, I found myself in what seemed to be a normal bedroom, wearing a black robe. Sitting beside me was a man with short grey hair sitting in a chair, reading a small book. Once he noticed I was awake, he put the book town on the table next to him and looked at me. At first, I couldn’t tell what color his eyes were because of how dimly lit the room was, but as I continued to look, I saw that they were a slight reddish orange.

“Where…am I?”

“My apartment, of course I could leave a girl as good looking as you walking around all catatonic and covered in blood, could I? Of course, my help doesn’t come cheap.”

The latter half of what he said already told me what he wanted. I threw myself upon without even thinking about it, putting the two of us face to face with each other.

“You want to do it to me, too…don’t you?” I ask, my eyes looking for any indication of him trying to pull some kind of trick.

“Do what, exactly?”

“You want to rape me and then leave me here like a piece of trash…just like those other guys…right?”

He turns his face away and then…
He laughs.

“That’s one crazy sense of humor you have, you know that? But seriously, what kind of business man would I be if I went around forcibly having sex with my clientele?”

By now, I could easily tell that he wasn’t going to try anything with me. I decide to get off of him and lay back down on the bed. I still kept my eye on him, because I was still wary of why he might do.

“I believe that we got off on the wrong foot somewhere in our little conversation, so allow me to start over and properly introduce myself. My name is Osaragi Leon. What’s your name, my lovely little succubus?

“H-Hasekura Mari.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Hasekura-san. Now, about that-“

“Wait…did you just call me…a succubus?”

Leon’s facial expression quickly changed to one of incomprehension

“What else would a call a girl with small horns sticking out of her head?”

I lurch at him again, this time grabbing his shirt.

“Where’s your bathroom?”

He points immediately points to his left, toward a door that was right next to his computer table. I hastily jump off of the bed and make a break for it.

“Hey, do you want me to-“

SLAM!

“…get you some tissue?”

Once I found the mirror I quickly went over my mental “Facial Features” checklist.

Medium brown hair that reaches my elbows: check
Glowing complexion: check
Eyes that match aforementioned hair: check
Two 1-inch horns sticking out of my head: check
Two breasts, cup size 32C: ch-?

…HORNS?!?

All I could do at that moment was bang my head against the wall, which hurt a lot more than usual because of the extra limbs sticking out of my head.

“Oh, man!” I cried, plopping down on the floor. “What the hell am I going to-”

“Do?”

I look up to see Osaragi-kun’s face. For some reason, he seemed happy about what was happening…and I didn’t like that one bit.

“Why are your hands behind your back?”

Not saying anything, he reveals what he was hiding behind his back: A slice of cheesecake on a plate and a fork.

“I bet you’re hungry after the long night you had, right Hasekura-san? Don’t worry I didn’t do anything bad to it.”

He was right…I was hungry…really hungry.

I took the cheesecake and fork from him and prepared to eat it. But then, something specific about this cheesecake caught my eye.

“Oi! What’s this stuff on top?” I ask him pointing to the white cream drizzled on top of the cake.

“It’s a secret ingredient.”

I decide to take small bite of it, just to see how this “secret ingredient” tastes. Within moments, I felt a mild jolt throughout my body.

“I-it’s bitter!”

I unwittingly took another bite.

Then another.

And another.

Next thing I knew, my body started to feel hot and I had started to become lightheaded.

“This taste…its making me go crazy! More! More! I want more!!”

“I think that’s quite enough. If I gave you any more, you’d go mad with lust.”

But it was too late. Whatever was on that cheesecake already pushed my sanity to its brink.

“Are you denying me something that I desire? Just for that, I’m gonna drain you dry!”

And just like that…he punched me in the face, bringing me back to my senses.

“Forgive me…Hasekura-san.”

I was in a state of disbelief. I just sat there, without a single fucking clue of what was happening to me.

“Hey…would you mind getting up?” He tries to pick me up off the floor, but I don’t budge.

“…I remember now.”

“Remember what? You’re starting to lose me here.”

“I’m like this…because my father altered my DNA.”

“I see. So, my speculations were right all along.”

“You mean you could already tell?!”

“Saying something would have been too awkward.” I finally allow him to pick me up off the floor. After he does, he goes over to the window and peeps out of the blinds. ”…Just like asking if you were the Princess of Hell would’ve been. Too bad you’re won’t be princess for much longer.”

“What are you talking about?”

He goes back to the small table, grabs the book that he was reading and hands it to me. As it turned out, it wasn’t a book; it was an issue of Hell’s tabloid magazine, “Hell’s Harlot.”

“Wait a sec…isn’t this next month’s issue? This won’t some out for about another week, tops.”

“When I was alive, I used to work as an underground informant, so getting something like this was easy. Now, take a close look at the cover.”

As I look at the cover, my face is shrouded in a look of devastation. It’s a picture of me being raped by several guys, all of them smiling and high-fiving each other. The titled read [Princess is a Whore! King Disowns!]

“What the fuck?”

“I won’t bother you with the details, but long story short…your father wants nothing to do with you.”

“I think I know why he did this.”

“It’s because you found out about the Cavalcade’s true intentions…right?”

“You knew about this as well?”

“I heard that someone was trying to use it to their advantage, but I didn’t think it went this far…Wait, what was your family name again?”

“Hasekura. Why?”

“And your father’s first name…its Hisashi, right?”

“How do you-?”

“How I know about these things isn’t important now. What is important is this.”

He quickly takes the book from me and flips to page forty-two.

“This is…”

“The location of the next Cavalcade of Blood…Tokyo, Japan.”

Beep-beep-beep! Beep-beep-beep! Beep-beep-beep!

As I rolled over to hit the snooze button on the alarm clock again, I realized it was 14:35.

“Damn! I’m late!”

I quickly hopped out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash my face and armpits. Afterwards, I threw on my black t-shirt, my jeans and grey windbreaker from off the nearby chair. I also manage to grab a box of pocky before leaving out of my apartment.

It only took me a couple a couple blocks to get to the subway station, but the amount of trains I had to take to get to Akihabara from there was insane. You see, since I lived in Meguro, the closest station for me was the first station of the Nanboku line. From there, I had to ride to the sixth station, Tameike-Sanno. Then, I had to transfer over to the Marunouchi Line, which meant I had to take the underground passageway to Kokkai-gijido-mae Station, but, fortunately I only had to ride this train to its next station, Kasumigaseki. I was lucky to get there when I did, since the train for the Hibiya line had shown up at the same I got off. As I stuffed myself into yet another crowded train, I manage to find a spot to sit down. Once I do, I open my pocky and put one in my mouth.

“Wanna share one of those with me?”

Peeping over to my left, I see a hand held out towards me. As I look up to see whose hand it was, I find myself staring at an unfamiliar face…one of a woman that appeared to be in her early twenties. She had shoulder-length, shaggy brown hair, which went kind of well with the casual way she wore her long-sleeved shirt and brown jeans and that unnatural mix of perfume and sake that comprises her scent.

“So, are you here to ask me on some kind of date because I look cute or something?” I ask, handing her a sick of my pocky.

“O-of course not!” With an embarrassed look on her face, she crams the stick into her mouth to make it look like she was angry. “Besides, I was hungry, and you were the closest person to me with food.”

Silence.

“Hiratsuka.”

“What?”

“My name. It’s Hiratsuka Mika. What’s yours?”

“Kotonome Takashi.”

“So, Kotono-kun…”she says as she turns her head away from me to look out the window.“…Why are you headed for Akiba?”

Silence.

“Wait. Let me guess…you’re here to pick up an eroge you pre-ordered, aren’t you?”

I was surprised at how easily she said that so loudly that the entire train car could hear. What surprised me even more was the fact that she knew what I was going to do, without me even telling her. Was it really that obvious to her that I was going to Akiba for that reason?

There’s gotta be a way out of this situation…but, I can't think of one…so, for now…all I can do is crack a smile and say something that won’t sound stupid.

“Why on Earth would I need something stupid like that I have you, Hirata-san? As long as you’re my girlfriend, I don’t need anybody else…real, fake or otherwise.

I don’t why…and could be the either the fact that I was talking as loud as Hiratsuka was or that I was holding her hand and tried to look her in the face when I said what I said…

But, either way it goes, I'm pretty sure I just made myself look like an even bigger retard. And not just in front of this one complete stranger, but entire train full. On that note, everything went silent again.

“The next stop is Akihabara Station.” The PA system informed me of my stop. I could care less, though…but I couldn’t help but overhear the people whispering when I got off the subway train.

“Did you hear those two over there?”
“Who?”
“That delinquent-looking boy and that brown-haired girl sitting next to him on the train…they were yelling at each other.”
“Man, I feel bad for her.”
“I don’t see how she can put of with a guy that would prefer games over someone as beautiful as her…”

I hasten my tempo, unable to take anymore of their criticism. The fact that Hira-san was following me didn’t help either.

…

When we finally left the station, Hira-san told me she was here to go buy a new cell phone, since she accidentally spilled her coffee on her other one this morning. At that point, said our goodbyes to each other and went our separate ways.

Once she left, I pull out my cell phone in order to check the time.

15:07. I breathe a sigh of relief.

Seems I still have some time before the games shop closes. Might as well go there now before the shop owner decides to sell off the last copy of that game I pre-ordered. He’s never been one for waiting on people.

“You’re lucky that you made it here when you did. I was five seconds away from selling this to someone else.”

“Sorry, Mr. Takiyama. I won’t be late again!”

As I left out the shop holding the game that I had been waiting a year for in my hands, my mouth began to water.

"Ahh~! I can’t believe I finally have my collector’s edition of Doki-Doki Mizuiro Pantsu, complete with seventy-page art book and Mazuka Aika figurine!” I say to myself while pumping my fist in victory.

“And, I swear, Aika-sama…your panties shall be MINE!” I exclaim at the top of my lungs, as…

I accidentally punch a guy walking past me in the face, knocking him to the ground.

“Whoops! Sorry about that, man.” I apologize to him as I help him up off the ground. “I was just excited about getting my-“

…

If your wondering why I cut my sentence short, I have a valid reason.

A valid, sharp, pointy and now blood-colored reason.

I fall to the ground, my body convulsing from the pain radiating from the knife wound I received from the guy that is now standing over me. A crowd surrounds the two of us, eager to see what was going on.

“You idiot! Haven’t your parents ever told you never to talk to strangers?” the man sneered as he stood over me. As I looked at him I noticed that there was something off about him. Was it his mint green colored hair. No, that wasn’t it…then what is it that makes him so off-putting?

…His eyes! They’re red as blood…but why?

Oh great. Now my vision’s starting to get wavy…and I have a sudden urge to fall asleep right here and now…am I dying? I’m dying!

“T-this isn’t f-fair…” I stutter. ”I didn’t even g-get t-t-to start playing my e-eroge yet.”

Cough. Cough.

I taste something warm on my tongue…and it’s coming out of my throat. What is it? I muster some strength to rub my hand over my face.

Blood!? I coughed up BLOOD!? Okay, it’s official: I’m about to die.

And as a virgin, no less.

Fuck my life. All fifteen seconds of it I have left.

“Sucks to be you kid…seems like you’re gonna die today, and all because you tried to fix a wrong you made!”

He walks towards me, preparing to strike me with his finishing blow when…

“Defense Spell…Crimson Bind.”

He suddenly stops moving. Looking closer, I see that he was held in place by numerous red threads that appeared to be coming from somewhere behind me. As I look over my head, I saw who it was that stopped him.

“Hi…ra…san?”

Using the last of my strength to call her name, I black out.

The next thing I know, I’m surrounded by light and I feel a warm sensation all over by body.

“Mmmmnhhh…what the...?”

“Hey, Kotono-kun…you going to open you eyes or what?”

My eyes fly open and I wake up in a bedroom similar to my own…but with one exception…

There was no window…just four walls, a bed, a door and a bunch of red candles all aligned around the room. Moments later, I see Hira-san standing over me…but something about her appearance was different. Did her hair get…longer?

“H-Hira-san...what-?” I begin to ask her in a weak voice.

“Shh…” She puts her index finger on my lips, meaning she didn’t want me to talk anymore. “You’re ruining the mood.”

What “mood” am I ruining by asking a question?

Like why her hair was longer than it was when he first saw her and why her voice suddenly resembles that of my Aika-sama. There was also something about her head that was strange…but I can’t seem to put my finger on it.

“You were lucky that I was in the area when that guy stabbed you. Otherwise you would have died right there in the street.” She told me while putting two small bottles into and old wooden briefcase: one empty and another full what appears to be some strange blue liquid.

As I sat my self up, I decided to check where the guy knifed me.

Wait a minute…where did he knife me? I don’t feel the wound at all! As a matter of fact, my stomach doesn’t even look like it was stabbed!

…Wait, that’s weird.

“What happened to my stab wound?” I asked her.

“Oh, that? I patched it up for you.”

“But, how did you do it without any medical tools.”

Turning around to face me, I instantly see what was so off-putting about her head: there were horns sticking out of them…and they didn’t even look like those fake ones that are attached to a headband. They were…real.

Which could only mean that Hira-san is some kind of demon that came from the pits of Hell to torture me for jacking off to porn!

“Why are you looking at me like that? You think I’m some kind of fiend, don’t you?”

How the hell did she know? Quick, Kotonome…say something before she winds up killing you and you actually die!

“N-no! Of course not! What would give you that idea?” A nervous laugh escapes my body.

“How about the fact that you’re trying to slowly back out of the room?”

“Wha-!?Wh-who said that?” I yelped.

I really, REALLY hope this isn’t who I think this is.

Turning around to see who I bumped into, I come face to face with a tuft of…

GREEN HAIR?!

“AAAAAHHHHH!” I jump back as I see the face of the guy that gashed me just hours ago. “Why the hell are you here!?”

Wait a minute…something about him is different now, too. Paying attention to his eyes, I noticed what made him look different from before: his eyes were a deep blue color. Also there was a slight bulge around his chest area that made me wonder.

“Oh, Maiko-chan…you’re back!”

“Maiko?” I look the person in front me up and down. “Isn’t that…”

“…A girl’s name.”

“B-But your voice-“

“Acting.”

…

“The way you were talking-“

“Also acting.”

…

“And your chest-“

“I’m small breasted.”

...

Turing to face Hira-san, Maiko asks “So, Hasekura-san…can you explain to me why we kidnapped this guy?”

“Wait, you two are working together?”

I couldn’t believe that this woman, that I met only a couple of hours ago, would go to this great of a length just to abduct a guy. If they were this desperate, why didn’t they call some kind of crappy dating line?

“Because he’s the perfect piece for my plan to end this survival game for good.”

Obviously, she completely forgot the fact that I’m still in the room….

“Plus, his semen is delicious!”

“What the hell are you two talking ab-?”

Hold on…Hira-san just said something…and it involved me and semen. Does that mean she did…”that” to me?

“Hira-san…no…Hasekura-san…did you…did we…while I was unconscious?”

“Well of course I did. I am a succubus, after all.”

…

What…The…FUCK?!?

I stood there completely bewildered at what the woman in front of me just said…and how she could easily say something like that with a smile on her face.

“A-a-are you gonna take my life force?”

“If I wanted to do that, I would’ve done so while your were unconscious from that spell that Maiko used on you.

“What spell?”

“It’s a spell called †˜Demise Illusion’. It makes my targets think I’m killing them, causing them to go into shock and pass out.”

“So, when I saw you stab me…”

“...All I was really doing was poking you in the stomach with my fingers.”

“Well, now that you what happened, I might as well tell you who we are. You see, on Earth, I’m known as Hiratasuka Mika. But…I am referred to as Hasekura Mari where I come from.”

“Let me guess…that place you come from…”

“...Is Hell”

Oh great…these two really are demons! I might as well prepare my will…

“Ahem!”

“Oh, right! I forgot to introduce my familiar. This is-“

“Kitamura Maiko.”

“Kotonome Takashi.” As I was shaking hands with this mischievous sprite girl, an intricate thought ran through my mind.

“Hey wait a minute…I thought that demons couldn’t physically exist in the human world.”

“That’s true… we normally can’t enter the human world without possessing human bodies, which we have to do through a process know as †˜Soul Bind’. But there are ways around it, as Hasekura-san and I found out.”

“Like?”

“This body actually belongs to a girl who recently committed suicide.
Fortunately, she only died of alcohol poisoning…but it left me vomiting for a couple hours after I took it over.”

“And you, Hasekura-san? How are you able to manifest yourself here?

I watch as her gaze darts between me and her subordinate before answering my question with a simple “I prefer not to answer.”

“Guys, can we get out of here for a minute?” I look over as Kitamura grabs the top of her somewhat outsized yellow t-shirt and begins to fan herself. “It’s starting to get a little hot in here.”

“Eh…what the hell? Not like there’s anything to do here, now that Kotono-kun’s awake.”

As the three of us quietly leave out of the room, I notice the strange candles had started putting themselves out.

“Those were heat sensing candles. The closer a living thing is to them, the brighter they burn.”

“So, where are we headed, Hasekura-san?”

“The roof. We’re supposed to be meeting with someone there.”

She presses the button signaling the elevator to go up. The doors open with a small “ding” soon after. Once inside, doors closed and the elevator headed up to the seventh floor.The warm night air grazes the back of my neck as we finally get off the undersized elevator and out to the roof. I look around at all the unfamiliar buildings that surround us.

“Hey, wait a sec…where are we?”

Kitamura swiftly turns around and walks over to me before she rests her back on the iron guardrail.

“An apartment complex in Akasaka. Just a place to crash for us while we’re here on Earth. ”

Hasekura walks in between the two of us and rests her arms on the rail, too. For a while, that’s how we hung about, just three people sitting on a roof, looking at the glow of this strange neighborhood in front of us. Lazily turning my head, I ask my supposed kidnappers, “Hey, who exactly are we waiting on?"

Kitamura shrugs and tells me "Somebody Hasekura-san knows...that's all I can tell you."

“Hey, Maiko-chan…what time is it?”

“A couple minutes past 1. Why’d you ask?”

“…He’s late.”

“Do think something’s wrong?”

“No, but-“

“GET OUTTA THE WAY, DAMN IT!”

Was that…a guy’s voice? Before I could figure out where the voice was coming from, Kitamura pushs me to the ground.

“What the hell’s-?”

A deafening crashing sound interrupts my irritated outburst. When Kitamura finally lets me up, I immediately see a large hole in the roof…right where I was standing. Moments later, somebody climbs out of the hole: a boy with black hair that was spiky in several spots, wearing a summer outfit from some random high school.

“That hurt like a motherfucker!”

“So, are you ready to give up…no. 36, Hasekura Katsumi?”

I don’t like the sound of that voice.

Dreadfully looking up, I make out the shape of a man with short brown hair.

“…Or should I just simply beat the shit out of you and your friends?”

Although his grim voice made his warning seem scary enough, there was something else that made it even worse. It was something no person with his emaciated form should be able to carry.

“Wh-wh-what the hell?!?” I quickly try to scamper back to the elevator door. “How is he able to carry that steel girder piece so easily?”

The schoolboy didn’t hesitate to give me an answer. “Because he’s not human anymore. He’s been possessed by a demon of Wrath.”

“Damn it, Katsu-nii!” Even though she wasn’t yelling at me, any man would piss his pants if they were addressed in that tone. “I thought I told you not to go and cause any trouble until we could figure out a plan!”

From the corner of my eye, I can see the teenager starting to stretch a bit and dusting himself off.

“I wasn’t my fault this time, Nee-chan…this guy attacked me first. I was just defending myself.”

So that’s Hasekura’s brother? This night keeps getting worse and worse. “Oh great…more devils to worry about.” I murmur to myself.

“Somehow, I find that hard to believe. But, since its you, Katsu-nii…I guess something like this was bound to happen.”

“Guys…he’s getting closer.” Kitamura quickly pulls a switch blade from out of her pocket, which made me jump back a bit.

As he steps closer to us, I can begin to single out even more of his facial features. His eyes are slanted to a point where any expression he made would come off as a bitter gaze. His pupils, although having a glazed look, could easily be compared to black blobs. There is a small stubble where a beard apparently was, so it seems like he cared at little bit about his look…but that’s where the grooming stops. From the neck, down he looks like a regular street urchin. Either that or some salary man that got cut from his job, then went and wasted his money on a night of downing cheap-ass sake at a corner bar. His dress shirt is all muddled and his pants are stained with blood. He stops a couple feet away from us before reaching for a cigarette and pulling out a lighter. After putting the cigarette in his mouth, he quickly lights it and places the lighter back into his pocket.

“Glad to see we’re on the same page. So tell me…” Before he finishes his sentence, he flashes us all an eerie smile. “Which one of you fucks wants to die first?”

I was going to have her go into detail about how she ended up there (and how she got out by killing them) later in the story.