BANG! Smoke rose from the gun in your hand, and you trembled as you saw the purple-haired male collapse. His blood was pooling on the ground from the fresh hole in his head.

"What have I done...?" you whispered fearfully, staring at your hands, still tightly clutched around the gun. The burning buildings ceased to matter as you had frozen in place, shivering. "God, tell me... why has this happened?!" No answer; only the crackling flames could be heard in the absence of a godly voice.

With tears spilling from your eyes, you turned away from the burning town and ran far away, hopefully to a place where everything would be okay.

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Your dreams were disturbed by the sound of a gunshot, making you grab your own gun from underneath your pillow, your forehead feeling like ice.

"Hey, don't point that dangerous thing at me!" a male shouted, and your eyes focused on him.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" you cried, pointing the gun down and launching out of bed. "Are you the next tennant? I'm really sorry, I—"

"Shut up," the man growled, slamming you against the wall as he walked past. "Just get out already." You fearfully nodded and ran out of the building, barely sparing a moment to pay the poor clerk.

When you were outside, you sighed tiredly.

"What am I going to do?" you questioned your gun. You couldn't find a job for an unmarried woman like you, so you'd been forced to live off of the little amount of money you made by pickpocketing and miscellaneous errands. That man who'd pushed you didn't have much on him either.

You rested your back against the wall, looking at the streets filled with hansom cabs and personal carriages. The air was cold, making you wish you could afford one, although that wasn't the only reason. Since you refused to let your gun out of your hand for more than a few seconds, many people became anxious around you for obvious reasons.

"Hm? Is something the matter, miss?" a deep voice asked you, and you quickly turned your head to see a red-eyed demon staring at you.

"S-Stay back!" you shouted, backing up and pointing your gun at him. "I-I know what you are!" The demon chuckled.

"Oh, what is this?" a more bored voice asked from behind you, and you turned to see a golden-eyed demon instead.

"G-Go away! I-I've killed your kind before, and I'll do it again!"

"That is quite a nice scent you have..." the red-eyed one said, and you turned back around to see his fingers had captured a strand of your H/L hair. He smiled at you even as you flinched back, straight into the claws of the other demon.

"I'll be taking her, Michaelis. Find your own appetizers." The demon called Michaelis growled.

"You do love stealing from me, don't you, Faustus?" Then he pouted at you. "Ah, my lady, if only you hadn't flinched away... I would have treated you much nicer than that spider."

And before you were aware of it, you were high up in the air, being jostled roughly as Faustus ran across what appeared to be a spider's thread.

"Wh-Where are you taking me?!" you wailed at the demon, though he did not respond. You started squirming around in his steel grip. "Let me go! Let me—" And then there was a harsh blow to the back of your neck, turning your vision black.

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"Who is she?"

"Dunno."

"Beats me." You slowly opened your eyes, your hand still surprisingly clutched around your gun. You looked around the room and found a face you recognized all too well. You sat up, your body buzzing with electricity as you pointed the gun at the purple-haired male's face for the second time.

"I-I killed you, you arsonist," you said, quavering, your hand quivering just as much as your voice. And suddenly, you thought you were seeing triple as two of the purple-haired demons came to stand beside the one your gun was pointed at.

"Killed? Her head's wonky," one said.

"Yeah, I'll say. Pointing a gun at us?"

"Bloody looney." Now that you'd had a chance to calm down ever so slightly, you noticed that the fringes of the three demons were inconsistent, so you weren't seeing triple. Further proving that, the three all had different voices. But how was the middle one alive?!

"H-How are y-you alive? I shot you in the head! I watched your blood flow out!" The middle one scratched his head.

"Well, I've been shot through the head a lot. How should I remember something specific?"

"Yeah anyway?" the other two asked simultaneously, making you flinch.

"B-But you... You burned my home! You killed my family!" Your finger was shuddering on the trigger, wanting badly to pull it, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it again.

"Hey, Canterbury, you remember killing anyone like her?"

The one with his bangs swept to the left said, "No; how about you, Timber?"

The one with his fringe swept to the right shook his head. "Nah; must've been Miss Hannah, unless of course she left them to the fire."

"W-Who's Miss Hannah?" you asked, your gun still pointed at the middle triplet.

"Only the reason we haven't tried to burn this place," the middle said.

"The one who's really taken a fancy to the master," Timber said irritatedly.

"Fetching lass with lovely br—"

"Oi, Canterbury, you can't say that to her."

"Oh, right, my bad."

"She's supposed to be a guest, right?"

"Right." They spoke so fast, it was almost difficult for you to decipher what exactly they were saying. "Could you put the gun down?"

"It's useless really."

"We can't be killed by those things."

"You are joking, aren't you?" You felt as if your head was spinning.

"Wha...?"

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"Thompson and company," you heard Faustus say, and each of the triplets who had been speaking to you suddenly shut their mouths and started whispering to each other. Odd. "Have you prepared—you haven't," he cut himself off as he looked at you. He shot a glare at the triplets. "What have you been doing in here while you could have been doing your job?" The triplets only whispered to each other as the demon growled and walked back out of the barren room. They all sighed at once after he'd gone.

"He's a real dullard," the one you'd deduced was Thompson muttered.

"I feel like we do all the work around here," Timber mumbled.

"Can he do anything himself?" Canterbury spoke under his breath.

"Umm..." They all turned toward you and seemed to have an idea.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" they all said in sync.

"We help her escape?" Canterbury spoke up, and all of them nodded.

"Agreed, we help her escape."

"Why would you...?" you were suddenly lifted onto Timber's shoulders.

"Up we go."

"Hey, you're heavy Timber."

"Duh, I'm twice as heavy." The only window in the room was still surprisingly a few feet away. "Tch. We're a few feet short. Can I throw her?"

"You crazy?"

"Yeah, she can't just fly out the window; she'll fall to her death."

"New plan!" Timber exclaimed, and you were back down on the ground, disoriented. Thompson went to the door.

"It's locked, that bastard."

"You idiot, we can just knock it down."

"No we can't; that guy'll rush down here."

"True, true."

"Hmmm..." the three pondered together.

Taking your chance, you finally spoke up. "What is going on? What am I being prepared for? You're triplets, right? And why on Earth isn't one of you dead?" Canterbury answered first.

"That guy with the yellow eyes wants to eat you."

"Says your soul isn't good enough yet," Timber answered your second question.

"We're the demon triplets, yeah," Thompson replied, his voice laced with curiosity.

"Humans like you can't kill us, love," Canterbury responded to your last question, patting your shoulder as if he was comforting you.

"Then... I didn't kill Thompson...?" you whispered, looking at your gun again.

"Yeah, I'm pretty alive, aren't I?" Thompson asked, walking over to you.

"Thompson, did you make her cry?"

"She's crying."

"That's bad, isn't it?" You laughed almost hysterically, throwing your arms around Thompson.

"I didn't kill someone. No more nightmares. No more nausea." True, your town was still nonexistent, and your family was still dead, but there at least was no blood on your hands. Who says there aren't small miracles?

"She's hugging you."

"I'm jealous."

"I like her." You suddenly found yourself being hugged by the other two demons.

"She's kind of cute when she blushes."

"Kind of?"

"Just like that kid I saw—oh, same person."

"Now you remember?"

"I think she might've come down with a fever."

"Yeah, she's quite hot."

"When did we go from cute to hot?"

"Have you been paying attention at all?"

"G-Guys, what happened to that escape attempt?" you questioned, trying to stop blushing from their comments.

"Oh, that's right."

"I forgot."

"We're idiots." They all released you at once to ponder again. You sighed; they were so spontaneous.

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"Would the three of you like to explain why she still isn't ready?" Faustus asked expressionlessly, and the demon triad all turned to look at him.

"How about no?" Thompson asked.

"Yeah, lazy four-eyes," Canterbury interjected.

"She's ours," Timber finished. Before you were able to hear a reply from Faustus, you were heaved onto one of the triplets' backs, and different scenery entered your vision. From dark hallways to a well-lit main hall to a picturesque garden.

"By the way, what's your name?" the triplet you recognized as Thompson asked as you were clinging to him for dear life.

"F/N!" you yelled, trying not to let your hands slip.

"Hm,"

"Better than Hannah's."

"Beat Claude already?"

"Yeah, he's a wuss."

"You look like you're bleeding."

"I'm fine. How's F/N?"

"Yeah, she looks like she's falling off."

"Where are you three going in such a hurry?" a woman with long white hair asked, standing in the way of the triplets.

"It's Miss Hannah."

"Uh oh."

"What do we do?" Timber suddenly stepped forward.

"I'm going in for the kill."

"Timber, no!"

"Mate, she'll obliterate you for that."

"Run while you can."

"What are you three mumbling about?" Hannah asked just before Timber grabbed something he probably shouldn't have, making you blush intensely as the remaining two continued to run.

"We can't leave him there," Canterbury protested.

"Then go back for him; I can't with F/N."

"Tch." Canterbury turned back nevertheless as Thompson kept running until the manor was well out of sight, at which point, he carefully put you down.

"I guess here's where I leave you," Thompson spoke, rubbing the back of his head.

"Thanks... Thompson. And tell Canterbury and Timber the same. And I'm sorry about shooting you in the head a couple years ago, though if it makes you feel any better, I've had nightmares about it and—" Thompson kissed you on the cheek.

"Forgotten and forgiven, F/N," he whispered.

"No fair," a familiar voice whined.

"Yeah, he got to kiss her first." Before you knew it, there were two other pairs of lips on your face.

"Watch out for demons, love. Otherwise, we'll have to save you again," Canterbury murmured.

"This was fun; we like you, F/N," Timber finished by your ear.

"Come visit us, will you?" the three said together, and before you'd realized it, they were gone, leaving you in a meadow within sight of a village.