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Arthur glared at you, while Alfred frowned intensely at your statement. You were absolutely beautiful, why did you think otherwise? The brothers were now equally mad, and confused at you for having the audacity to say that. You stabbed lazily at the food in front of you with your knife, not wanting to see the accusing looks you knew they both held.
"Well, (Name) I'm afraid who ever told you that was completely out of their fucking mind."
Your head snapped up to look at Alfred, who was grinning like an idiot at you. He stood from his chair, and made his way towards you. You nearly flinch as he sat his hand on your head, and messed up your hair playfully.
"Demons don't fall for a person with ordinary looks or an ordinary soul, just keep that in mind love."
Arthur laid a hand on your opposite shoulder as he walked passed you, letting his fingers glide against you bare arm as his hand slipped away. Alfred followed close behind his brother as he evacuated the room. You crushing weight of being by yourself in the room scared you slightly, giving you a severe case of the chills.
"Demons don't fall for a person with an ordinary soul," Arthur's voice rang in your ears as you hazardously through you knife down and ran through the bright ass green doors of the kitchen. Your breathing became uneven as you ran up the way to large flight of stairs to get to the art room. As you took turn after turn down the the hallways you wondered how you remembered how to get to this room and no where else in the house. As you neared the swirling black, white, and gray door to the art room you slowed down considerably. Was the door that color last time you looked at it. No, for a fact you knew the door had been plain gray the last time you looked at it.
"What the hell?" You asked aloud as you pulled open the door.
The room looked exactly the same on the inside, so you knew for a fact that it was the right room. You took a seat at the canvas, and picked up the brush, and noticed the swirling colors in the small metal cup of paint. You couldn't tell if it was just dirty paint water or if....it was paint? You dipped the brush into the can and pulled it back out as you thought you caught the faintest hint of (favorite color) on the brush. The brush suddenly turned (favorite color) as you stared at it, startling you and leading to your fall of the chair. You dropped the paint brush in your moment of spazzing and looked at it horrified.
"What the hell it that thing??" You whispered under your breath as you watched the colors begin to swirl again into a murky purples-brown liquid, not a single drop getting on to the floor or the rug.
"We're demons, wouldn't you figure we'd have magic utensils as well as normal ones around our house?"
"Well, (Name) I'm afraid who ever told you that was completely out of their fucking mind."
Your head snapped up to look at Alfred, who was grinning like an idiot at you. He stood from his chair, and made his way towards you. You nearly flinch as he sat his hand on your head, and messed up your hair playfully.
"Demons don't fall for a person with ordinary looks or an ordinary soul, just keep that in mind love."
Arthur laid a hand on your opposite shoulder as he walked passed you, letting his fingers glide against you bare arm as his hand slipped away. Alfred followed close behind his brother as he evacuated the room. You crushing weight of being by yourself in the room scared you slightly, giving you a severe case of the chills.
"Demons don't fall for a person with an ordinary soul," Arthur's voice rang in your ears as you hazardously through you knife down and ran through the bright ass green doors of the kitchen. Your breathing became uneven as you ran up the way to large flight of stairs to get to the art room. As you took turn after turn down the the hallways you wondered how you remembered how to get to this room and no where else in the house. As you neared the swirling black, white, and gray door to the art room you slowed down considerably. Was the door that color last time you looked at it. No, for a fact you knew the door had been plain gray the last time you looked at it.
"What the hell?" You asked aloud as you pulled open the door.
The room looked exactly the same on the inside, so you knew for a fact that it was the right room. You took a seat at the canvas, and picked up the brush, and noticed the swirling colors in the small metal cup of paint. You couldn't tell if it was just dirty paint water or if....it was paint? You dipped the brush into the can and pulled it back out as you thought you caught the faintest hint of (favorite color) on the brush. The brush suddenly turned (favorite color) as you stared at it, startling you and leading to your fall of the chair. You dropped the paint brush in your moment of spazzing and looked at it horrified.
"What the hell it that thing??" You whispered under your breath as you watched the colors begin to swirl again into a murky purples-brown liquid, not a single drop getting on to the floor or the rug.
"We're demons, wouldn't you figure we'd have magic utensils as well as normal ones around our house?"
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You had transferred to this school upon hearing some rumors of demons breaking the rules. This infuriated you, as the daughter of Satan, they were supposed respect you, but when you came to set them straight, they completely disregarded you. You were their princess, their higher up!
You decided to just stay at the school for a few weeks, or at least until they recognized you as their superior, so you could stop this madness. They were jeopardizing the treaty you had made with the hunters. The treaty states, we won't hunt you, if you stay hidden. We were suppose t
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-I've been here for God's know when. I can't go anywhere by myself.- you saw Alfred was asleep. -Maybe? heh he won't even notice I'm gone.- Alfred peered out of one of his eyes. I open the door and went down the stairs. I looked at Alfred once more. He was passed out on the couch. You ran down the jagged road to a market place. -When did Hell have a market place?- I laughed. I walked around looking at the stores. "Bonjour! Ma Cherie!" I turned around.I saw a french with blonde hair and was about the same height of arthur. "I never thought I see this pretty of a demon." he walked behind me. He then saw the mark
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Alfred took a deep breath, "so ______, you know how I haven't been able to hang out with you lately right?"
"yes." You answered.
"That's because he has been helping us." Said Gilbert.
"With what?"
Arthur sighed, "With saving life as we know it."
"So he is a superhero?"
"He is as much of a superhero as the rest of us are. He's just a bit stronger." Arthur concluded.
"That makes sense
he was able to kick; twomerica was it? Into the wall and indent his body in it. Regular people can't do that
" you turned to Alfred, "what are you?"
"Well 'what' is a little mean
" he smile
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moar please i beg you i want to paint like rapunzel (i am talking about barbie rapunzel cause i am that cool)