Dense fog is all you could see, you open your eyes and start coughing to the black smoke covering the surroundings. Panic gets the best of you when you think about your last memoirs before sleeping.
"The candle!" You scream to the thought of a fire started by you the same second your vision starts getting blurry and your lungs hurt as you fall you on knees realizing you'll pass out any second because the of the damage you got from the smoke, still you try to move your body foward and out of this fog circle around you but seems like you are being pulled to it's center and no matter how much strength you put into, not a single inch is moved, you feel a dizziness taking over your mind, while tears stream down your face thinking this will be your last moments alive.
Hearing what seems to be a few male voices enchanting something in a old foreign language, you feel something, or maybe a someone, hugging you from behind and diving with you in what seems to be an endless hole, one that was sitting at the inner circle of smoke.
Feeling the tight grip of strong arms around your waist you recover somewhat of your consciousness "Grimm Reaper is taking me for the ride of my Death" you think to yourself and scream "I CAN'T DIE RIGHT NOW" your body starts to move like a desperate fish out of the water fighting for survival, making everything possible to loosen the tight grip.
You then get slapped on the face "Who said anything about dying?" as masculine velvety voice reaches your tympanuns and you froze still...
The once tight grip around you now feels like ghost fading away and you are oh so afraid of opening your eyes you keep waiting paralyzed for that voice to reach you again or maybe a touch to wake you up from this nightmare.
As none of that happens you slowly open your eyes just so you are met with several male faces and you gasp in surprise finding yourself in a room that seems like a court.
Are you dead and this is the judgment? Are you alive and being accused of starting a fire? Is this a lucid dream? a lot of possibilities and scenarios are crossing your mind right now but the train of thoughts are stopped when a male starts to introduce himself to you and explain the actual situation you are facing.
* content from lessons 1-1, 1-2, 1-3, & 1-5 goes here *
Been walked by the white haired demon to the new place you were still thinking about what the actual fuck is happening, weird thoughts about what led you here were hovering your head, what if that demonology book you read last week... NO! you shake your head trying shoo away the thoughts while the demon talks non-stop.
You feel so overwhelmed by all the things that happened you didn't notice arriving the destination or some purple hair demon bickering with your company. You need to lay down and clear your mind.
The way was confusing but you manage to find and upon entering the room with your name, you recognize nothing. As expected. You try some lucid dreams tests and none of them seem to give hope, but you can't just believe it's reality. You lay on the bed too fluffy for your taste, face-palming yourself and trying to erase all assumptions you have made.
"Well, I suppose if I sleep I won't go back to the reality I belong in, right?" Being the positive girl you are you try to face your new reality the best way.
"OK, new thoughts, come to mama and don't relate on the old, hit me." You try to remember the demons you've been introduced to and "Sweet baby Jesus on a kids tiny tricycle, why the heavens it had to be demons?" Feeling like a lamb tossed into a lion's den; very handsome lions... hmm... wait, what am I thinking about. =͟͟͞͞(꒪⌓꒪*)
And with that, your favorite kind of thoughts rushed over you like a tsunami.
Oh that one with a sweet voice, that tried to charm with eyes or something? He said was jealous about Mammon being your escort, and well when you think about it you much prefer it was him, that white haired is so noisy it gives you headaches.
Also that black haired punching Mammon, he looks such a sadist, and that's a compliment coming from my sassy sub ass.
What about that smiley big one dressed in red saying a thing about me being a pillar for his dreams, oh he could use me anytime.
You laugh at yourself for being so naughty even when so scared, I mean, who wouldn't fear for their life while living with a bunch of demons?
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RomanceHow to survive in the Devildom So, you have been summoned to hell and now you have to survive being around demons, how a simple human may handle the situations at hand? Not just a guide Not only lemons, there will be plot For legal age reasons won't...
