"Iruma~ It's okay if we sell you to a demon right?" A voice rings, stinging both of the blue haired boy from the sudden loud of volume. The voice sounds so tender and familiar—it feels like ages and centuries since he heard that voice.

"I-r-u-m-a~!" The voice called out once again,Iruma snapped his gaze to both of the figures standing proudly with tinted happy cheeks in front of him while grasping his tiny hands tightly.

"Huh?" Was all Iruma could let out, his consciousness still blurry, that's the word he could utter. Because of that simple word, it told how confused he is.

"We said, can we sell you to a demon-san? He will be gentle!" The voices explained, they said it at the same time in unison it sounds kind of, like an echo.

Iruma widened his eyes, he had remember this precious time, where he almost cried answering his parents' question. Everything run along his memory like a broken record, flashbacks after flashbacks from his seemed to be previous life, lifting his conscious to life once more.

'Grandpa..' Iruma thought, that one nickname almost rolled out his tongue, it's creepy how he missed the feeling of his grandpa. This is his chance—!

"Yes, of course, anything for you father, mother." He agreed, he snorted after seeing both of his parents dead-shock face. Perhaps, his words were a little bit to formal for a mere middle-school student?

"Yey!"

With that one word, everything turns black. Deep solid black, covering his sight with utter darkness. He could feel his soul being sucked inwards into a portal, draining his life energy out of him. He can feel the sugar in his blood dropping increasingly each second, he could almost die! This hasn't happened before!

A comfortable sofa plopped underneath him, placing his bottom on them. He feel his back straightened up from his position, arms on his lap securely while holding a paper.

"Iruma-kun~! Yes? It's me, your new grandpa!" An old man humanly looks like in his 80s, swing around like a seven years old child, cooing and pouting his lips with his masochistic expression. His hands under his chin trying to make a cute face.

'Grandpa!' His inner organs screamed internally, trying to reach for him but maintain himself.

"What happened?" He tried to sound his question as believable as possible, but he could never pass his grandpa's suspiciousness, he see the slight twitch on the demon's left eyebrow. He forced his lips to quirked up a smile, looking as innocent as he used to.

"Oh! That— I forgot to mention that! Silly me, your parents sold you to a demon, which is me!" The demon swing around the room even more, twirling himself with a bunch of toys and a single gold pen.

"Oh, they were serious." Iruma chuckles awkwardly, covering half of his lips.

His grandpa, stopped in his tracks, looking at Ituma with a smirk on his face, Iruma shuddered under the stare, the same absolute forced contract would be done again between the two.

"I'm surprised you're not surprise! Everybody would freak-out in their place~ Now, now, would you sign this paper for me?" Sullivan, A.K.A his grandpa—handed him the golden pen, which he took gratefully. Iruma signed the paper like it's a mere easy bond he would fulfill until his last breath, it shocked the demon quite a bit.

"Thank you, grandpa!" Iruma shouted with a smile, his eyes turning like one of those anime cheery smiles, genuinely looking happy at his grandpa. Because the last time he remembered, the sad last reunion they will see each other is his grandpa's last second in his time of life before completely disappearing like the previous demon king. Iruma hold back a tear as he shakes the demon's hand.

Sullivan nosebleed, he called out for his butler—Opera, to drag him to the infirmary room, healing his forever bleeding overloaded cuteness nose.

The red headed butler waved at Iruma as a sign of introduction, and the blue haired boy waved back happily.

Iruma scan the room around, recognizing the same demonic furnitures around his room, the childish rainbow color he found interesting, grandpa does spoiled him so much—thinking back to this.

Iruma hopped onto his king-size bed, draining his own life to the dream world, inpatient for the even that is yet to come.

'Asmodeous-kun, everyone! We'll see together soon!'