If there was one piece of advice I would give my past self, it would be to always read the fine print before signing any document. You never know what hidden clauses will be tucked among all the rules and comments. For example, when signing up for a student exchange program, make sure that the list of acceptable places does not include Hell.

My day had started out normal, eating my usual breakfast of whatever still smelled decent in my fridge and going through my mail. I was still in my PJs as I went through the stack of bills for my expensive studio apartment, giving them my usual deadpan stare. Among the menagerie of bills and notices, a dark red letter stood out. It was monogrammed with golden accents along the edge and the address was written in an elegant cursive with enough differentiation in the letters to suggest it was handwritten.

Tossing the bills aside, I examined the unfamiliar envelope. There was no return address, merely a set of initials set in gold on the flap of the envelope. They read "R.A.D". Since I certainly didn't know anyone who could afford such expensive stationary, I double checked the address. It still had my name and apartment number, so, I opened it.

The letter inside was on pitch black paper, golden lettering glistening in the light of my kitchen. Dominating the top of the letter was the word "Congratulations!" Underneath was a handwritten missive in the same graceful calligraphy that was on the envelope.

"Congratulations Isabella Collins! You have been accepted into the Royal Academy of Diavolo student exchange program. You are one of four students selected to participate in this one year program. We look forward to interacting with you and sharing our culture and heritage. Please sign below to accept this invitation to this exclusive opportunity. Expect an immediate response."

I looked over the letter, trying to figure out what was going on. It was only then that I remembered signing up for my university's Student Exchange program. When I hadn't heard anything from them in months, I had assumed I had not been accepted. However, this letter clearly proved my thinking false. I did not recognize the Academy referenced in the letter, and a quick Google search proved absolutely useless, but if the stationary and handwritten letter were anything to go by, I was certain I would be well taken care of.

Deciding to throw caution to the wind and take a chance, I began searching for a pen. After literally turning my backpack upside down, I found a pen that still had some ink and grabbed it, signing my name. For a moment, the ink seemed to glow as I finished my signature. I brushed it off as a trick of the light, getting up to find an envelope to return the letter. I made it two steps before everything went black.

I opened my eyes slowly, not sure exactly what happened. Upon opening my eyes, I took note of several things. First, I was not in my apartment. I was in what appeared to be a large courtroom. Several men were gathered around me, looking down upon me with stoic expressions. I felt a bit subconscious, covering myself for fear they would see my terrible pajamas. That when I took note of change number two: I was no longer in my pajamas.

My pajamas had been replaced with what appeared to be a militaristic uniform, which consisted of a dark grey tunic with gold trim and two columns of buttons framing the center. The neckline was low, revealing a yellow ribbon tie over a dark cerulean green collared shirt. A red cloak rested on my left shoulder, coming down to the small of my back. A belt was wrapped around my waist and my sleeves were decorated in a black and gold ermine pattern. I wore a pair of grey slacks the same color of my tunic and a pair of dark grey boots that toed the line between dressy and combat-ready.

As I gave my new uniform a pat-down, I took note that someone had even taken the time to do my hair in a fishtail braid. It was then that I observed one of the men who had been watching me rise to his feet. He was dressed in a bright red variation of my own uniform with a black shirt, white standard tie, and black mini cloak. He had short, reddish hair and bright golden eyes that almost seemed to glow. Though he appeared young, something about him made me feel as if there was more to him than met the eye.

"Welcome to the Devildom, Isabella," he greeted.

I stared at him, the sudden shift in everything throwing me off. He must have noticed my look of shock and confusion because his expression softened considerably.

"Oh, pardon me," he excused himself, looking a bit worried. "I imagine this is quite the shock, given that you just arrived. But, not to worry. We'll help you adjust as best we can. For a human such as yourself, the Devildom can be overwhelming."

"Devildom?" I repeated, the word not quite registering in my over processing brain.

"Yes, exactly. The Devildom. You catch on quickly. Very good."

I sputtered, having had my question completely ignored. Before I could try again, the man spoke once more.

"Let me start by introducing myself." He put a hand against his chest, giving a small bow. "My name is Diavolo, the ruler of all demons and future king of the Devildom."

And there was that word again, Devildom. I still had no idea what that meant, but as I processed Diavolo's introduction, I received a sinking feeling in my gut. My eyes drifted towards a massive window looking out of the "courtroom", which made me realize difference number three: I was no on Earth anymore. Outside the window was a stunning view of a massive city. It looked like a cross between a medieval kingdom, Hollywood, and Las Vegas. A large castle bathed in purple light sat in the center of the city, different colored lights twinkling throughout the sprawling cityscape.

"This here is the Royal Academy of Diavolo, though we mostly just call is RAD." Diavolo announced, causing me to snap my attention back to him. "You're standing in the assembly hall, the very heart of RAD. This is where the officers of the student council hold our meetings and conduct our business."

"Let me guess, you're the president?" I spoke up.

Diavolo beamed at me like I was a puppy who had just performed a trick for the first time.

"Exactly! You're really are a quick learner. I imagine you'll do very well here."

"Yeah, that's all well and good, but I have a question."

"Of course, ask me anything," Diavolo offered with a warm and inviting smile.

"Why am I here?" I asked bluntly.

From the seat to the right of Diavolo, another man stood up. He wore a uniform identical to my own, but rather than a green shirt and yellow tie, he had a black collared shirt buttoned up to his throat and a pair of black gloves. His skin was iridescently white, his face framed by black hair with frosted tips. His eyes were dark red and his entire body was almost rigid, as if his spine were a steel rod. He looked as though he would feel comfortable commanding legions of armies, and the military style uniform did not do much to dissuade this notion.

"I will explain everything to you," he declared.

"Isabella, this is Lucifer," Diavolo introduced, patting Lucifer on the back hard enough that he bent forward slightly. "He is a demon and the Avatar of Pride. He is also the Student Council vice-president and my right hand man."

When I heard the name 'Lucifer', my eyes went wide. I stared at the man before me, wondering if this was the Lucifer. If he was, why wasn't he the king of the Devildom instead of this Diavolo character? This question, along with an entire slew of others, rushed through my head.

"He is also my most trusted friend," Diavolo laughed a bit at the end before flashing Lucifer a warm smile.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Diavolo," Lucifer said sternly, adjusting his tunic before turning to me and putting on what I could only describe as the customer-service-smile. "Speaking on behalf of the entire student body at this prestigious academy of ours, I offer you our most heartfelt welcome, Isabella."

"Um…" I struggled to get my thoughts in order. "You can just call me Belle. Everyone does." With this introduction, I reclaimed control of my tongue and was able to speak coherently once more. "And you never answered my question. Why am I here?"

Lucifer seemed taken aback, his smile becoming somewhat amused and less forced.

"Interesting, this one isn't like Solomon as all," he mused.

Before I could ask for clarification of this remark, Lucifer spoke up, addressing me.

"Diavolo believes that we demons should start strengthening our relationship with both the human world and the Celestial Realm."

Suddenly, Diavolo piped up again.

"Not in your stereotypical tyrannical way. We're trying a diplomatic and peaceful approach."

"This exchange program is the first step towards this goal," Lucifer continued, acting as if he hadn't just been interrupted. "We've exchanged two students with the human world and two with the Celestial Realm."

"Right, the 'one of four' thing mentioned in the letter," I recalled.

"Exactly," Lucifer nodded. "Two of them are from the Celestial Realm while you and the fourth are the first humans to come to the Devildom. The four of you will be staying at our prestigious academy for one year, after which you will write a paper about your exchange."

I let out a groan at the mention of a paper. They were always my least favorite thing to do, and something told me that the RAD would be particularly strict when it came to this sort of thing. My imagination went a bit wild as I imagined what punishments an academy in the Devildom would have for missed assignments or poor grades. Lucifer noticed my discomfort immediately and spoke up again.

"We are not asking for a doctoral thesis, so don't get yourself worked up."

"That's not even this biggest issue," I pointed out. "I'm apparently one of only two humans here and I'm just supposed to go to school in what I can only assume is Hell-

"Devildom," Diavolo interjected.

"...Devildom," I corrected, Diavolo giving two thumbs up at the word. "...for the next year. Do you see how jarring that is?"

"Oh, stop glaring at me," Lucifer admonished, a playful edge to his smile. "Do you honestly think I will abandon you all by yourself in the Devildom?"

Part of me nearly said yes right off the bat. However, I stopped myself, sensing this was not the time to be snarky or sarcastic, especially since I still didn't know the full scope of my situation. Luckily, Lucifer didn't leave me in the dark forever.

"You'll need someone to look after you," he decided, "and I think that someone should be my brother, Mammon."

I blinked in surprise.

"Brother? You have a brother?"

The smile on Lucifer's face disappeared, replaced with a grim, somewhat angry glare.

"I have several brothers, myself being the eldest of them, and Mammon is the second oldest. He's the Avatar of Greed and… How should I put it?" he trailed off, as if trying to figure out how to word his next sentence carefully before just giving up and sighing. "Well, it matters little. You'll understand soon enough."

Lucifer then reached up towards Diavolo's podium, grabbing something from it. It appeared to be a cellphone, and a very high tech one at that. He held it out for me and I took it. It had a red lock screen with a white raven silhouette in the center. I looked it over, scrunching my face in confusion.

"What's this? Some sort of cellphone?"

"An apt comparison to be sure," Lucifer clarified. "It's called a D.D.D. and works just like one of your cellphones. It's yours for the duration of your stay. Mammon's number is already in the phone book, so feel free to call him."

I looked at the D.D.D. unlocking it with a swipe of my finger and opening the home page. Surprisingly, the home page was bright, a mixture of pastel colors that mimicked a sunrise gradient. There were several apps lining the screen, but I ignored them for now, hitting the phone button. As Lucifer promised, several names were already in my phone book, but I scrolled past them until I got to the M's. In the profile icon was a picture, clearly a selfie, of a young man with stark white hair and caramel skin. He had a pair of square sunglasses with gold lenses on his face and had a grin that screamed pompousness on his face. I felt a twinge of trepidation as I hit the call button.

"Yoooo," Mammon greeted, sounding bored.

"Hi," I greeted back, trying to sound polite but barely hiding my growing apprehension.

"Huh?" Mammon let out, sounding a bit confused now. "Who the hell are you? You ain't Lucifer."

"I'm Belle. I'm a human."

"What? A human? Jeez, next time lead with that, okay? I thought you were Lucifer again, gave me the chills."

I rolled my eyes, getting the feeling that Mammon was going to be a handful. My feelings were quickly confirmed when Mammon spoke again.

"So, what business does a human got with THE Mammon?" He asked, putting emphasis on the word 'The'.

"Apparently you're gonna be in charge of me from now on," I informed him, sighing near the end.

"Nope. No way. There's nothing in it for me."

"Gee, way to make a girl feel welcome," I muttered sarcastically.

"Whaddya even mean by 'be in charge of you'?"

"I'm the second exchange student." I was growing more and more annoyed. "Kinda new to the area. Need a guide and all that. Ring any bells?"

"Yeah, but like I said, nothing in it for me." Mammon retorted.

I growled and was about to hang up before I recalled what he said about Lucifer giving him the chills. I smirked, deciding to give it a shot.

"Alright, guess I'll tell Lucifer you're slacking on the job."

Mammon snorted, clearly not buying my threat.

"Whatever. Ya think THE Mammon would listen to ya just 'cause you're tryin' to scare me with that name?"

Before I could retort, Lucifer took my D.D.D.

"You have 10 seconds." He said coldly. "9… 8…"

I heard a panicked "Yes sir" on the other line before the call was cut off. Lucifer handed me back my D.D.D. I looked at it for a bit, my opinion of my situation dropping by the minute.

"Well, Mammon seems reliable," I muttered sarcastically as I tucked the D.D.D. into my tunic.

"Don't worry Isabella, or Belle, as it were," Diavolo assured me. "I know that if I were suddenly brought to a strange place and then told an unfamiliar face would be taking care of me, I'd feel anxious myself. However, Mammon isn't the only one who will be watching over you."

"I want that news to make me feel better, but something's telling me I need more information before I let myself get my hopes up."

"Of course, of course," Diavolo said, waving me down softly. "Lucifer, why don't you introduce Belle to the rest of your brothers. I do believe it would be best if you did it rather than me."

Lucifer looked somewhat sick to his stomach at the idea.

"Very well…" There was a pained tinge to his voice. "As much as I dread the idea, she'll have to meet them sooner rather than later."

"Oh, come now, really?" A voice called out in admonishment. "You should be honored to introduce such a sweet and charming little brother like me."

Both Lucifer and I turned towards the source of the voice, a young man with long brown hair swept artfully over his right eye. He wore a uniform like mine with a loose pink bow tie that was tight enough to show off his model-esque body without being too revealing . He seemed to give off the aura of a Johnny Bravo character, someone who clearly expected to be adored and worshipped for his beauty. I'm pretty sure that if I was downwind, he'd probably reek of cologne.

"This one here is Asmodeus," Lucifer stated, a weariness in his voice. "He's the fifth eldest and the Avatar of Lust."

"Wow," I let out, barely above a whisper. "That makes a surprising amount of sense, honestly."

Asmodeus ignored me, taking the opportunity to glare at his elder brother.

"How dare you!" he accused. "First you totally ignore me, then you have the gall to refer to me as 'this one'?"

"At least he didn't ignore you all together," A new voice piped up. "How do you think I feel?"

This new voice belonged to a blonde boy in a yellow bow tie and piercing green eyes. Out of all the demons I'd spoken to as of yet, he seemed the most normal. He gave off an aura that was almost human, possibly even close enough to be comforting. I almost felt relieved until Lucifer spoke again.

"That one is Satan, the fourth eldest of us," He seethed, a hard edge to his voice. "At first glance, he may seem like a responsible demon with a good head on his shoulders, but looks can be deceiving."

Satan snorted, glaring at Lucifer with such an intense hatred, his eyes almost sparked with fire.

"Oh, so I'm 'That one', am I?" He snarled back, with the same amount of edge to his own voice.

He turned away from his brother before addressing me, a disarming and charming smile on his face, one that did not seem to fully reach his eyes. He stood with his arms slightly extended, as if to say "look at me". His almost boy-ish face was complimented well by his also boy-ish figure.

"Nice to meet you, Belle. I'm Satan, the Avatar of Wrath."

"Somehow, that does not surprise me," I whispered, hopefully quiet enough no one heard me. "The most unassuming ones always have the hair triggers."

"You're correct," Lucifer nodded, surprising me with the slight purr to his voice as he leaned close. "He may flash you a pretty smile, but you had better be careful because it's all an act."

"Oh stop with the nonsense, Lucifer," Satan admonished. "You'll scare Belle." He then turned back to me and flashed that same smile as before, but I could sense an aura of rage radiating off of him like a fog. "Don't take him too seriously, Belle. Lucifer enjoys speaking ill of his brothers. He is the Avatar of Pride after all."

"Are you done?" He sighed before shaking his head and continuing introductions. "The one over there with the very grumpy look on his face is Beelzebub. He's the sixth oldest."

I followed Lucifer's gaze towards a large man with wild red hair and pink eyes. He had his green shirt partially unbuttoned, the collar popped out. Underneath he had an orange tee-shirt that poked out and his tunic was unbuttoned. There was the slightest glimpse of muscle peeking from underneath his shirt that, in normal circumstances, would have made me wonder what he was hiding. He glanced over at Lucifer with a stern look on his face.

"Lucifer, I'm hungry," Beelzebub announced, giving almost adorable puppy dog eyes towards his brother.

"That's too bad." Lucifer deadpanned. "Behave yourself."

Beelzebub's stomach growled loudly, reminiscent of a lion's growling, as his face fell.

"I'm assuming he's the Avatar of Gluttony?" I spoke up.

"That is correct," Lucifer nodded.

"So, each of your brothers is an Avatar for each of the seven deadly sins," I pieced together. "That just leaves Envy and Sloth, if I remember my bible study."

"Again, correct. We'll get to those two in time."

"The brothers will be in charge of you," Diavolo announced, taking over the conversation once more. "To keep you safe, you are to stay with them at the House of Lamentation."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Excuse me?!" I bristled against what felt like a vague threat, holding up my hands. "House of Lamentation? Keep me safe?"

"The House of Lamentation is where me and my brothers live," Lucifer explained. "It's a rather spacious house that originated from the human world. Supposedly, it holds a rather nasty curse, but we have yet to see anything to suggest these rumors to be true. Still, being a home from the human world, there should be no problem with you, a human, living there."

"Right... And the 'keeping me safe' bit?"

"While most demons agree to Diavolo's plan, there are those who would delight in tearing the flesh from your bones," Lucifer stated matter-of-factly. "As you are under our care for the duration of your stay, your safety is our responsibility, and I won't betray Diavolo's expectations."

"Besides, we cannot allow this exchange program to be marred by the consumption of one of its participants," Diavolo piped up.

I was speechless, a cold sweat running down my back. I tugged at my ribbon tie, finding it difficult to breathe all of a sudden.

"Can I go home now? I wanna go home..."

"Do not worry," Lucifer assured me. "Me and my brothers will do everything in our power to ensure you survive your stay down here. As such, we have already provided you with our contact information in your D.D.D. Should you need any of us, we are merely a phone call or a text away."

Just as I was about to voice my desire to go home once more, the doors to the courtroom were thrown open with a cacophonous bang. Everyone turned to see Mammon entering. He looked exactly like his profile picture on my D.D.D, though he was wearing the same uniform as the rest of us. His collar was partially undone, framed by a loosely done yellow tie. His tunic was messy and unbuttoned, covered in wrinkles and with the sleeves bunched halfway up his forearms, which, if I was honest with myself, were not bad to look at. Although I had to admit, I was thinking more about how Beelezebub's muscles would look.

"Hey!" He shouted, locking eyes on me and stalking forward. "Just who do you think you are, human?! You have some nerve summoning The Great Mammon!" He got in my face, jamming his finger into my chest. "Listen up, and listen good. If you don't want me to skin you alive here and now, you'll hand over all of your valuables here and now."

I stared him down, my annoyance of my situation, as well as a personal pet peeve about being poked and having my personal bubble invaded, making me a bit bolder than normal. I slapped his hand aside, prodding him instead.

"Get. out. of. my. face." I emphasized every word with a stab of my finger into his chest.

"Yes, Mammon." Lucifer rose menacingly behind me. "I would do what she says."

Mammon looked up at Lucifer, then at me. After a split second, when he didn't act fast enough, Lucifer punched him.

"Ow!" Mammon went stumbling backwards, holding his cheek. "What's the big idea? You're supposed to give me the chance to actually obey before you go through with your threat!"

Lucifer just adjusted his tunic again, an amused smirk still gracing his face, as I looked Mammon over.

"I'm gonna take a wild guess and say he's the Avatar of Greed." I looked at Lucifer to confirm my suspicions.

"Indeed," Satan piped up, smiling in amusement. "He governs and oversees all forms of it. Whenever he takes a liking to someone, they find themselves awash with money. But beware, fall from his favor, and you'll find yourself destitute."

"And he's also a masochist~" Asmodeus added with a playful grin and almost knowing wink. "That part's very important."

"Oh, reeeally?" I looked Mammon over, Asmodeus' grin now mirrored on my face. "Is that why he acted like a scummy piece of shit?"

"No, that's just how he is," Satan said with a shit-eating grin.

"Shut up!" Mammon snapped. "I ain't a masochist, so stop lyin'!"

"Mammon..." Lucifer growled.

Mammon jolted, turning to Lucifer with an expression of fear. Lucifer then put a hand on my shoulder, pushing me towards Mammon.

"This is Isabella." Lucifer gestured to me. "For the duration of her stay, you will be in charge of seeing to her needs. I expect your full cooperation."

"What?!" Mammon exclaimed, causing me to flinch from the sheer volume of his voice. "Why me?!"

"Awww, lucky you, Mammon!" Asmodeus whined. "I'm so jealous... it would be nice to have such a cute plaything."

"You want her, take her!" Mammon declared, shoving me towards Asmodeus' podium.

I stumbled, nearly face planting on the ground. Before I did, Lucifer gracefully stepped in, his arm catching me around my waist to prevent my fall. He helped steady me, keeping one hand on my waist, before turning towards Mammon.

"If I had wanted this job assigned to Asmodeus, I would have assigned it to him. But, I assigned it to you," Lucifer explained, annoyance playing at the edge of his voice. "No backing out, no weaseling out of your responsibilities. This is a direct command from me."

"But why me?!" Mammon moaned. "What about Beel? Why can't he do it?!"

Mammon seemed almost desperate at this point. I was half wondering if he might get on his knees and start begging.

"Because Beel might accidentally eat her," Asmodeus spoke up.

I found my gaze drifting over to Beelzebub. He gave a small shrug.

"Yeah, I can't promise I wouldn't."

I scooted slightly away from Beel's podium. Mammon just glared at the sixth brother.

"You're useless, you know that?! You don't have to eat everything!"

"Mammon?" Lucifer growled softly.

Mammon shrunk slightly, turning his attention back to Lucifer.

"Wh-what?"

"Surely, you're not going to tell me you object to this arrangement, are you?" An aura of power and barely contained rage started radiating off Lucifer like a cloud of purple mist.

Mammon went wide-eyed, stepping back slightly. After a moment, he gave in and let out a grunt of defeat.

"Ugh, I hate you guys! Every last one of ya!" He reached over for me, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards him. "I'll do it, okay?! You win! The human's my responsibility!" He then turned to me with a threatening glare. "Alright human, listen up. As much as I don't want to look after you, I've got no choice. It's a huge pain in the ass, and I'm too important for this kind of thing."

I ripped my arm free from his grip, meeting his glare. I stood there for a moment, starting to seethe with rage.

"Okay, clearly you don't like me." I stepped towards him, forcing him to step back. "Trust me, the feeling is mutual." I took another step, backing Mammon against a podium. "You think-" I pointed my finger at myself. "-I want some-" I wagged my finger in his face. "-selfish, self-absorbed asshole watching over me?!" I turned on my heel and began walking off.

"I like this girl already," Asmodeus smirked.

"Well guess what, human?" Mammon sneered. "Here is the Devildom, Diavolo's word is law, ditto for Lucifers. We ain't got a choice, got it?"

I stopped in my tracks, the tension between me and my new "friend" so thick you could cut it with a knife. I slowly turned back around, staring Mammon down with a look that could kill.

"Now that we have the matter of your caretaker sorted out, let's address the tasks you will be assigned for your stay here," Lucifer spoke up after a few moments, regaining the attention of the room.

"Wait, tasks?" I let out.

"Yes." Lucifer smiled as he explained. "Your task is to polish up your soul nicely and to acquire the power to resist demons."

"Way ahead of you on that last bit, Lucifer," I snarled, shooting Mammon a glare, to which he returned by sticking out his tongue like a child. Lucifer simply continued his explanation.

"This is a bit more than being rebellious with us. Demons like humans with nice souls. They are like shining jewels to us, and we will use every ability in our arsenal to tempt humans into relinquishing their souls. Acquiring souls is our task, so you will have your work cut out for you."

"Great..." I groaned.

"Don't despair," Lucifer insisted. "So long as you remain noble and keep your soul shining, they will be forced to make a run for it. You could say it's an experiment to see who would win."

"Yaaaay," I let out in faux excitement. "I've always wanted to be in a test study."

"Too bad her soul is already pitch black," Mammon muttered.

"Now, now, Mammon," Asmodeus admonished with a smile in his voice, descending from his podium with the grace of a runway model. "Don't go lying to our precious exchange student. I can see that her soul is a glittering diamond."

He approached me, giving me a warm, dazzling smile that could be described as pageant-winning. His entire form seemed to sparkle, as if he was a Twilight vampire. He took my hand in his, grasping it in what I assumed was supposed to be a sensual manner, bowing slightly.

"It's such a shame you were not assigned me as your guardian." He peered up from behind his lashes. "I would have been such a better fit for a gorgeous princess like yourself. If you ever need anything, you need simply ask for it."

I looked at Asmodeus with an uncomfortable expression before dislodging my hand from his.

"Uh… thanks... I think I can manage."

Asmodeus seemed stunned. He dropped his dramatic Romeo impression, looking me over with surprise.

"How odd, most women swoon at the very sight of me. How rare it is to find someone immune to my charm."

"I've just never been one for the whole 'Prince Charming' shtick." I shrugged.

"Lucifer, I'm still hungry." Beel spoke up, his grumbling stomach a more audible reminder.

"I know." Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose. "Behave yourself."

I looked over the various demons, from the Lord of the Devildom to the brothers that would essentially be my host family for the next year. I rubbed my head, feeling a headache coming on.

"This is a nightmare," I groaned.

"Don't worry, Belle," Diavolo spoke up once more. "I'm certain you will enjoy your stay at the House of Lamentation and become fast friends with Lucifer and his brothers. After all, you are the beginning of a universe where angels, humans, and demons accept one another. This is my dream, and you will be its foundation."

I met his gaze, seeing the optimistic expression on his face. He reminded me of a child who dreamed of becoming president. Unable to properly express my doubts of his dream, I just shook my head.

"This is gonna be one hell of a year," I sighed.