BladefireA

“I am sorry this happened, Mika. I have worked hard to keep him away from you.” “I know, dad…I am not angry with you…I just…want to know how he managed to get here without the Infinity Key.” “I know. I’m conducting my own investigation into that. In the meantime, I don’t want you leaving campus without me or a high-level exorcist. It’s not safe right now.” I began to open my eyes, despite the splitting headache. I was waking up to the conversation between Mephisto and Mika…but where were we? When I managed to completely open my eyes, I noticed I was in what looke

I walked aimlessly, surrounded by my own reflection. A hall of mirrors? I kept walking and walking, trying to find my way out. I heard a whisper, but I couldn’t tell what it said. Before I could find my way out, the mirrors faded into dark purple smoke. As the haze cleared, I noticed I was now in a room with a checkered floor and striped walls, in the colors purple and white. Despite the white, the room was dim. “Fancy seeing you here,” came a familiar voice behind me. I whirled around to see Mephisto, and felt a smirk spread across my face.   Mephisto was sitting on a plush armchair, sipping on some tea. However, when I app

It has been a week since making the deal with Mephisto Pheles. Most of my life continued as normal, however it seemed he always had something for me to do right when cram school was over. Something that would be tedious and boring, usually. Even though it’s better than what could have happened, I was beginning to feel crowded by having no time to myself. Every day it was get up, go to breakfast if I have time, go to high school, go to cram school, and then go to Mephisto’s office to do whatever he needed done. This usually kept me out of the dorm until almost midnight, and I would have to force myself to get a shower in before goi

    I paced around my dorm, sort of in a huff. I was not happy with how my first day back at school went… I am a high school senior and am taking advanced classes at the exorcist cram school, even though I have already been ranked as a lower first class exorcist. However, my older sister wanted me to continue my training until I reach one of the middle classes. It feels like these advanced classes were made just for me, even though I had a couple of other classmates.            My name is Mizuki Kirigakure, and I have always been a bit of a…trouble maker. Of course, I had made attempts to straighten out. However I always managed

(Reader, first person)   A gasp escaped my throat as I felt myself falling backwards from the bookshelf. I panicked inside and tried to grab something when I couldn't. I closed my eyes and braced my body for impact, but I never made it to the floor. Instead, I felt two arms catch me and hold me. I opened my eyes and saw Loki's slightly sardonic smile. I also felt my face heat up...and I practically flailed out of Loki's arms. He kept hold of my upper body so I didn't completely fall but I was too embarrassed to thank him and instead turned away, crossing my arms and blushing.   "'Not going to get lost', hm~?" Loki teased.   "Shut up..." I mut

It was the morning of February 9th. The weather was cold and wet, but not enough to bring the wonderful white snow. One would say this is a dreary day…but not you. You turned over in your bed to see your fiancée, Tom, sleeping peacefully. It was this wonderful man’s 34th birthday. He still seemed so tuckered out from the BAFTAs. You smiled adoringly and kissed his cheek before slowly getting out of bed. You had a lot to get done.                                                                   ~*~ Throughout the entire morning, you prepped for Tom’s birthday. You got a couple of DVDs featuring Shakespeare’s pla

(Your POV, first person) I slept peacefully throughout the night, not waking once. I even seemed to have a dreamless sleep, or maybe that was just me forgetting by morning. However, when I woke up, I felt something around me. Something against me. I opened my eyes and turned my head to see Loki sleeping behind me...his arm around my waist. I blushed in embarrassment but also in anger, and without even thinking, I elbowed him hard in the ribs. Needless to say, he let me go and rolled onto his back, holding his ribs and groaning. "What did you do that for?" he groaned out. "You said you weren't going to bother me when I'm sleeping!" "Well,

A boy looks out a window, Looking into the bleak, wintery sky, Thinking about the value of his blood. Parents putting emphasis on the pure, Yet society prefers the dirty. His hand wraps around a blood-red apple. He looks down at the apple And leans his head against the cold window "My blood isn't in the least bit dirty!" His words only heard by the blank, white sky. He looks at the blanket of snow, "so pure..." He thinks to himself. "Just like my pure blood." But when he thinks of his blood, The same colour of that blood-red apple, No longer does he think it looks so pure. Not as pure as the freshly-cleaned window, Nor as pure as the cold,