Iruma Suzuki, Age 8.

He was currently sitting on a rock in a cave as his parents worked tirelessly infront of him, drawing a symbol in chalk- Chalk that he had worked for. He looked down at his hands that his teacher had bandaged up- after his parents had nearly cut his hands off, and huffed, hearing his mother yawn infront of him.

Iruma couldn't read the symbols, but he had been told to wait, so he was. He didn't like waiting for suprises from his parents. Usually they were really bad, or got him chased by cops. The last time he had gotten arrested and had to sit in a really cold room and wait for his parents to show up.

"Okay." His mother speaks the first word in about an hour. "The symbol is complete." She glanced in the book she had been reading, and Iruma tilts his head to read it.

'How to summon Demons for Dummies!' was written on the cover, and it made Iruma grin just a bit. Summoning demons. He didn't think demons existed.

"This should be everything. We have the sacrifice, the blood, and the offering." Iruma wondered what the offering was. The sacrifice was the parrot his mother had forced him to steal. It's blood had been used to draw the symbols and circle thing his parents had been working on.

He had cried about it for the first couple of minutes when his parents had killed It, but after a while of realizing the parrot wouldn't come back to life, he stopped and stayed quiet.

"Should we use my blood or should we use yours?" His father asked, looking over at his mother. "I mean, we have to get the gargoyle one, right?" Irumas mother flips through the book for a bit, a frown on her face. Iruma hadn't seen her or his father working this hard in his life.

"We'll use your blood. A male has to summon it otherwise we'll get a succubus. Then we can give him the offering." She glanced back at Iruma, and he gasped slightly. Her eyes had been... They were... He didn't want to move, he hadn't seen her like that since he was younger.

Her eyes were clear, and he could finally see them. They were a light blue, lighter than his eyes, and she was actually smiling. His mother's eyes had been clouded since he was younger, and Iruma couldn't belive it.

She walked over to him, and he continued to not move, only breathing slightly. She held out her hand, and Iruma looks at it, holding out his own hand.

"You'll need this." Her voice is a whisper, and Iruma chalks it up to not wanting his father to hear, who was still fixing the circle. She pushes a ring onto his right hand, putting it on his ring finger. "It's important."

Iruma glances down at the ring, looking up at her- but she's already gone. Back sitting by the circle, her eyes back the dull colour they had been before.

"I'll cut my hand now. Are we ready??" His father asks, a grin on his face. "Did you finish your ritual rites over there?"

"Go ahead. I have to read the passage as you cut it. Iruma." Iruma looked up, his eyes wide as he stopped playing with the ring. "Stand over here. Now." He nodded, running over to stand beside his mother. "Alright. Cut your hand, and I'll read the passage. We're going to be so rich!"

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Balam Shichiro had been enjoying his day so far. His classes had been great(although, he did have to use his vines to keep his students in his class), expecially since this was his first year teaching.

He had been cleaning up his office when he felt the tug. He didn't notice it, at first, still trying to make tea-(He had no more classes for the day and he was making the tea for Kalego (who desperately needed it, Balam knew the man liked his tea)), and himself.

Balam felt the tug again, but this time, it dropped him. He stumbled to the floor, feeling his body hurt, and feeling his wings come out.

"What the hell.." He groans, closing his eyes and rubbing his head, trying to clear his head, before opening them again. He wasn't at the school anymore. It was colder here. Way to cold. Freezing, almost. "W-what..."

"Hello!" A face is suddenly infront of his, and he yelps, stumbling back. Two people stand infront of him, Balam could tell they were human- they had the scent of one's.

One was a male, with dirty blond hair and dark blue eyes. His clothing, a simple shirt with some sort of logo on it (Balam couldnt exactly read it, it was dark and he couldn't read human language fully), and dirty, ripped pants.

The other was a female, with blue hair and light blue eyes. Her clothes looked cleaner than the males, and she was grinning.

"Are you Balam Shichiro?"

"How do you know that?" His wings defensively came out, and he was suprised the humans wernt scared of him. His white hair was long and covering half of his face, and his mask was slightly stained red(Not with blood, he had spilt paint on himself earlier in the day and never got a chance to wash it off his mask). Even his students were terrified of him.

"Our book was pretty helpful in bringing you here. Your the one who does the experiments and shit on humans, right?" Even humans knew the rumor? He frowned

"I.. Yes? I am?" The woman suddenly points at him with a huge grin on her face.

"Demon!" He had a name..."Balam Shichiro!!!"... Never mind, he'd rather they just called him demon... "Since we summoned you, we get to ask for whatever we liked, in exchange for an offering, correct??"

He blinked. Was he supposed to awnser- he didn't really... Know. They didn't have human summoning classes anymore- those had been stopped when the demon king was on the throne.

"Uh.." Balam glanced away, trying to get as much information of the human world as he could right then and there because he knew he'd be leaving after this. "Y.. yes. That's correct."

Humans hadn't summoned Demons in over five thousand millennia, and the first time they summoned one it had to be him. The one person who didn't know what the hell to do.

"Good! Our request is to be rich. We want so much money we won't know what to do with it." The woman says with a grin.

"Erm... Money?" The girl nods again, holding up a paper thing. It smelt weird.

"Yup! Oh, you need the offering, right? I know demons usually eat souls but-" The woman pulls a smaller child infront of her- a child Balam hadn't even noticed at first. He looked sickly, and small- Balam felt bad for him. "We have your offering right here."

Wait. They wanted to... Trade their son(atleast, he hoped he was theirs)... Away for... Riches??? Their (again, hoping the child was theirs) flesh and blood. Why..?

"You want me to... Eat..?"

"Oh, you can do whatever you want with him. He's a good boy, does anything you ask." The woman says, chuckling. "But if you want to eat him, we won't fight you." Balam stares at them, blinking. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck.

"So I.. take the ah... Child. And you get money, yes?"

"That's what the book says." She shakes the book and Balam glances back and forth. He didn't know what the hell he should do- he'd never- he didn't - He took a deep breath. He knew he had to do something.

"Yes. I'll take the child." Wait what. Why did he say that. No no, he wanted to say no and just send demon border control after them. "I'll give you the money." He wanted to punch himself in the face as both of the adults laugh and cheer among themselves.

"Here! Give us the money, now!" The man says, and Balam sighs, waving his hand to make more and more of that paper stuff come up. "We're rich!!" The man plays with the paper behind the woman, who looks down at her son, or well, Balams child now- he didn't really know.

"Take care of him." She says, looking away. "He's a good boy, he won't give you trouble. Please don't hurt him."

"I.. you traded him away-" Balam starts, about to get angry, but he stops when he realizes she was crying.

"I have to." The woman puts a hand on the small boys head. "I'm sorry, Iruma. I'm sorry." She looks back up at Balam, and he watches as her eyes get darker, and the tears stop. "I release you from our deal. You've got your item, now leave."

His headache returns before he could ask her any more questions, and he collapses onto his knees, squeezing his eyes shut. Once it stops, he opens his eyes again, and he's back at the school, child standing right beside him.

He blinks. The child blinks. Balam feels like dying.

"Your name is.. ah.. Iruma, correct?" The boy nods. "Okay, Uhm.." He glanced at the door, and was suprised to see vines already blocking it. He must have done it accidentally. "We.." Wait. Balam glances around. They were still in the school. "We have to get you outta here! Oh crap, if anyone smells you your dead and-" The little boy sniffles.

"I wanna go home.." he whispers, and Balam stops, glancing at him. Right. This is a child, he had to be gentle.

"I.. you.. can't. Your parents sold you to me- do you know what that means?" A head shake. "Well, uh.. it means they traded you for cash. Like buying something at the store." Balam wanted to punch himself in the face again. Idiot. Iruma starts to cry, and Balam's eyes widden.

"No no no, don't cry." Balam says, picking him up. He didnt know human children felt so.. boney... Although he knew it wasn't right. He needed to feed the child. "Look, did you know your with the best person you could be with right now?" Iruma sniffles, and Balam smiles. "Your with me! I know so much about humans."

"Y-your not going to eat me?" Balam shakes his head with a small grin.

"I'm a vegan." He jokes. "I only eat human-free food." Iruma laughs, and Balam's smile gets widder. "Now, I'm going to get a bookbag, and I'll need you to stay hidden in it, alright?" Iruma nods, and Balam smiles. "Great job Iruma, thank you."

He'd have to go straight home and call Demon Border Control. Hopefully Azazel would understand, because Balam wasn't going to give the boy up. His parents already gave up on him, Balam didn't want to as well.

"Are we going to get food after this?" Iruma whispers, and Balam nods.

"Ofcourse. I'll give you the best food." Balam was never going to give this kid up. Iruma was his now, and nobody could say otherwise.