“Ok, my name is banned till I say it’s not banned,” Lucifer hisses all his brothers bunched together with a dumb look on there faces.

“But Lu-.”

“Ah! Banned! Understood!” they all remain silent and nod their head collectively. Lucifer gives a deep sigh, sagging his shoulders as silence fills the room. I lean over the back of the couch and look on at the brothers raising my eyebrow, sipping the blood bag in my hand.

“Don’t you think the reason they haven’t bothered doing things themselves is because you’ve been mothering them too much?” I question and go back to drinking the blood bag. Lucifer is before my face, his eyes piercing my red ones, his wings and horns prominent, his arms crossed and the brothers watch in anticipation. I pop the plastic straw out of my mouth, my black fringe covering my eyes, partially seeing Lucifer through them. “You know I’m right. Beel should be able to find things on his own, if Belphie wants to sleep on the couch then he learns the consequences, Levi and Satan should be able to come to an agreement about the internet. When it’s the best time to download ebooks, Mammon can use goldie all he wants, but he has to deal with the debt and you not bailing him out and Asmo . . . well, he can ask anyone for an opinion, not just you. You insist on controlling everyone that they don’t learn to be independent, you remind me of a helicopter parent, should I call Karen instead? ” I ask with a chuckle and going back to drinking. Through clenched teeth, Lucifer turns away, shifting back to his human form and leaving the room. The brothers relax and swarm around me. I hate attention.

“There you go again Alucard,” Satan smiles.

“Man one of these days Lucifer is going to behead you,” Mammon warns, shaking his head.

“He has to try first,” I smile.

Now you’re probably wondering how I end up here. It’s not a long story thankfully but an interesting one at that.

It happened so suddenly. It was an average Monday morning, following my usual routine, roll out of bed, curse the world, damning those who made Uni have early classes. Then it happened, after my morning shower, one towel wrapped around my waist and another on top of my head. Drying my hair, brushing my teeth in front of the mirror, the lights in the bathroom flicker before I was submerged in total darkness.

Golden flames lit up the room around me, and I stand before a row of chairs in a court like room. It was silent, nearly everyone in the room had their mouths hung open, except for one. A light pink-haired gentleman gives a long stare over my body, licking his lips as his eyes slowly drawl over my abdomen. I could feel my skin crawl off my body and slither off somewhere to hide.

A red-haired gentleman clears his throat, looking anywhere but at me, mumbling something under his breath, before sucking in air.  I just stand still, toothbrush in my mouth, hand still on the toothbrush as I was mid brush, eyes popping out like that novelty destress toys.

“Alucard!” the red-haired man finally spoke. “Welcome to Devildom, the land of demons!” I let go of the toothbrush, letting it fall to the ground. We, all fall to silence, taking some deep, un-needed breathes, feeling my chest ache as if my heart is trying to restart itself. Emotions swirling around me, filling my chest, I felt like I am about to burst

“And you thought now was the best time to bring me here?” I ask the red-haired man, grabbing the towel off my head and wrapping the rest around me.

“Well,” another voice chips in. The same height as the red-haired man but with a look of superiority emits around him, more in charge and less laid back than his friend. “Considering school has just started, I believe you would have been late to attend,” he gives a small smile, amused by the sudden turn of events. “Don’t expect you will get away with such liberties here at RAD,” the raven-haired man concludes. Something in me snaps.

“Well that is true for ‘ordinary’ high schoolers but have you ever considered a uni student,” I hiss, baring my fangs. I hear audible gasps from the peanut gallery, both the raven-haired demon and red-haired demon change forms. No longer their pleasant, warm, welcoming human forms, and be at the receiving end of their monstrous forms. I sigh. Feeling my head throb suddenly. “I have no patience for this,” I grumble, hugging the blue towel closer to my body. “If this is some kind of mix up, I am more than happy to go home.” The red-haired demon relaxes and thinks over my words. 

“You are Alucard, yes?” he asks me. I keep my lips tight and nod, keeping an eye on the raven-haired demon. “Then there is no mix-up,” he laughs. I felt my jaw drop.

“Diavolo.” Before he could utter another word, Diavolo puts his hand up.

“Well since you’re not human, we can make this work, a perfect opportunity to bridge a relationship with demons and . . . ah, what are you exactly?” Diavolo laughs.

“A vampire,” I reply taking a step back, not wanting to take any chances getting lunged at.

“Incredible! I honestly thought you were just fairy tales, looks like I was wrong,” Diavolo laughs, it bounces around the room, and the other uncomfortable demons cringe. “Now, Alucard,” I stare into his golden eyes, more amused than sincere. “I am Diavolo, soon to be crowned king of Devildom and Lord of the Demons. I want to expand peace between the two worlds, and you, my lucky friend are one of the chosen two to be part of the exchange program,” he explains with a smile.

“Me? Why me?”

“Hmm good question, you will have to take it up with Lucifer, he was the one that chose you,” Diavolo points to Lucifer. “My second in command, my best friend and most loyal advisor.” Lucifer only grimaces at the praise.

“I should ha e questioned faith a little more,” the demon grumbles and shifts back to his human appearance once more.

“Aww, C’mon Lucifer,” Diavolo coos. “See this as an opportunity, a chance to get to know other creatures.” Lucifer’s scowl only seems to grow with each passing second.

Diavolo claps his hands and another gentleman, wearing a teal blue butler outfit, walks in.

“Yes, my lord?” he bows.

“Barbatos, get this poor boy some clothes, please,” the lord grins and the butler does as he is told. 

“This is a bad idea,” I mumble.

“It appears we are to be at an agreement,” Lucifer mumbles. Diavolo, on the other hand, hasn’t seemed to notice as he is in his own stupor.  With a deep sigh, Lucifer straightens his back. “You will be staying here, taking on tasks throughout the year and once it is done, you will write a report to Diavolo and me about your experience in the year. As for accommodation, you will be staying with my brothers and me.”

“Brothers?” I squeak.

“Why hello,” the pink-haired gentleman was already by my side, his hands already caressing my cheek, staring intensely into my eyes. “I’m Asmodeus, the avatar of lust. I can show you a perfect time,” he smiles. My skin just tore itself off. I slap his hand away and move back, baring my fangs.

“No way!” I hiss, grimacing at the felt of his touch still lingering on my skin.

“Hmm, odd. That usually works,” Asmodeus pouts.

“Really now Asmo, you could have been more subtle,” a blonde-haired man scolds, a book already opened, held with one hand, the other on his hip.

“I’m hungry,” another whines His hand on his stomach, pouting like a sad dog. Hearing those words, reminded me of my own hunger. The lingering burn in the back of my throat. Growing more uncomfortable with each second.

“I know Beel, we’ll go home soon,” another demon sighs, hugging his pillow. Lucifer clears his throat, glowering at his brothers.

“You have already met Asmo. The one holden the book is Satan, though look can be deceiving, he is the Avatar of Wrath,” Satan glowers back at Lucifer and upturns his nose and goes back to his book. “The Hungry one is Beezlebub, the Avatar of Gluttony, the other with the pillow is Belphegor, Avatar of Sloth.” Belphegor lazily waves his hand, seems to be more relaxed than he initially being at the start.

“You said there would be food,” Beel whimpers.

“Not now, be patient,” Lucifer hisses.

Barbatos enters the hall once more, holden neatly folded black clothes. I sigh in relief and take them from his hold, thanking him in the process.

“Do you need help changing into them?” Asmo asks, giving me a wink.

“NO!” I snap at the demon.

Grimacing, I sigh to myself and look at the demons. I didn’t ask for this, but then again, no one does.

“At least it’s not another human,” I hear Belphegor yawn and then going to sleep.