Lumi F Creed's Story

As one might expect, whenever one thinks of hell, they think of flames, general agony, and you know Satin, 'the devil'. Well, personally, his concept of hell had nothing to do with the ruler of the demon world, or ‘hell’. It was a little closer to being stuck in a dark room with two beings whom for all he knew, were as useful as toothpicks. Didn't help that one had a shockingly lazy attitude for one in such a situation, or that the other was a general hot head. The fact that he was a glass half empty kind of guy didn’t help either, but now that he knew what his hell was, having escaped it, he held no desire to go back. Ever.

Rubbing the back of his head, the journey to his next dark destination left him a tad disoriented. Sitting up, he looked around, his eyes adjusting slowly to the darkness. When they did he looked around the room curiously, his gaze focusing in on the other form within the room. Standing, he sighed before a figure snapped up and proceeded to freak out. Considering his position, however, there was a nagging feeling to help the fool out. Leaning backwards, he knocked on the wall resolutely earning him a cornered animal like reaction, though he didn't know if he could compare a shoe to an animal’s fang and claws. "Okay! Come out! I am not the best person to mess with right now!” Ugh, why were bugs so loud?

“Calm down, Idiot. You’re the one who called me here.” He replied, stepping forward out of the shadows swiftly and grabbing her arm before turning the lamp on with his free hand. Staring at her with a tired expression, he continued “And if you didn't go making reckless deals I wouldn't even be here. I swear, you humans think you’re so great.” He told her, before looking at the back of her hand irritably before letting her go.

{Fail}

Yuki sighed, tilting his head as the shoe whistled by his head dangerously and hit the wall loudly. Sure she wasn't, not that he cared, but it was obvious this girl was beginning to flat line mentally in light of the situation. After all before he knew it, she’d managed to back him out of the house and slammed the door in his face, leaving him to stand outside nearly indifferent to the situation. Nearly. After a moment, his brow twitched and he grasped the door knob irritably, the metal warped with a sharp grinding noise before the door and locks themselves splintered under the pressure, and the demon simply pushed the door open which groaned in protest as it stopped, wide open. “Oops.” He mused wryly, a smirk crossing his features. “I forget my own strength sometimes.” With that he shrugged, and stepped back into her home with a shrug before sliding his hands into his pockets and looking around curiously. “Eh, you don’t need it anyways since I’m here.” He didn't let her respond before he continued though. "Oh, and if you put me outside like I'm some sort of dog again," He stopped looking around and turned an icy glare towards her before finishing. "I'll bring this house down on your head."