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I looked at the mirror smiling. If last night wasn’t a dream then my life was about to get a lot more interesting. But I had to ask one question. “Jeremy, why are you still here?” It was an understandable question, I mean I didn’t look like my demon self, so why was he here.

“Oh, that,” I held back a giggle, his voice sounded so silly with his Australian accent. “It’s not bloody funny!”

“Oh, sorry.” Whoops, I forgot that we shear the same mind, so we can read each other’s thoughts.

“Anyways, I’m always ‘ere, no matta what form you’re in. So just wear a shirt when you’re out in public.” Jeremy expanded.

“Ok, I’ll keep that in mind, thanks.” That I should not forget. “I got another question which I probably should have asked earlier, if you’re Australian, how can you speak French?” It was a good question I wonder why I hadn’t asked this before hand.

“Ah, well you see all demons ‘ave what I guess you could call a natural translator meaning they can ‘ear and speak in any human languish sub concisely, pretty neat huh?” Jeremy explained to me. ‘Yes very neat’ I thought to him. This time I really did giggle, it just seemed weird to me that I could think and some else would hear it. “Come on mate let’s get some breakfast.”

“Sounds good to me.” I left the bathroom into the cold house, it seemed weird to have two houses, one 600 meters long and the other, a two story s*** box. I went down stairs to the kitchen/dinning room and sat down at the table.

I looked down at my brown, normal, human hands. “Jeremy, how can I change my form?”

“I ‘ave no idea.” It seemed so amazing to me that when I do learn how to change my form I can be both a human and the queen of all succubi. At that point my dad walked into the room.

“Dad, why weren’t you at my party last night?” I asked, I was vary confused about it.

“Well you see, me being a normal human being I can’t go to your amazing mansion place because using magic or science or something any human that enters that place dies instantly.” My dad explained.

“Then way does mum stay here with you?” I asked.

“She loves me, and I love her. She forces the rest of the family to stay here with me. Now get ready, or you’ll be late for school.” Said my father.

“School?” I half shouted half asked.

“That’s right h” (smash) “GHHH!” (Thud) I turned around to find my mum lying on the ground right behind the doorway. She was in her Lust form just she was only 5.5 feet tall and didn’t have the penis (thank god), it was my best guess that she had her huge horns (which now I really don’t know how she was holding them up) had hit the doorframe and she had fallen on her back.

“OH F*** ARE YOU OK?!?!” My dad shouted running to my mum’s side.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine, just a bit dazed.” She turned back into her human form and got up with help from my dad. “Yes, school, err, I got you into ‘Edderson’s School for Confused demons’. It’s a place for demons that just found out that they’re a demon learn how to use they’re powers, it was where your bother went.” She explained. “Now go and get ready.”

A little later:

I looked up at the huge gateway with the words ‘Edderson’s School for Confused Demons’ in big letters on the top of it. (Oh and before I forget it’s a boarding school so the next part of the story’s gonna be set there so yeah, just a heads up) I looked through the gates to see students being greeted by a man. The man was wearing sneakers, jeans and a Team Fortress 2 T-shirt. He had blond hear, an average build, white skin and was about 5.9 feet tall. Standing next to him were two other men, both of them looked almost exactly like S.W.A.T. agents, just instead of it saying ‘Police’ or ‘S.W.A.T.’ on the bullet proof vests it said ‘Security’ (also Jeremy was right, I had no idea what language the writing was in but I could understand it), they were also holding assault rifles and wearing balaclavas so I couldn’t see there faces.

“That’s all of them sir!” One of the security guards shouted. I jumped a little when I heard that. I looked at where the voice had come from, it was where all the students had been greeted, and all that was there were the guy and the two guards.

“Wait, you forgot me!” I shouted I grabbed both my bags and ran towards them.

“Oh, err, yes there’s one left.” The security guard shouted again. I got to them, hyperventilating from the running (I was out of shape).

“I’m Balam by the way.” I said putting down one of my bags to jester a handshake.

“Oh your Balam? I was under the impression that you were going to be here in you demon form. Oh well it doesn’t matter, your mum called ahead, don’t worry you’ll get the best damn hospitality you can get here at E.S.C.D. I’m Ronald Edderson by the way, owner, founder and den/principle of this fine school.” Explained the man who I now knew was Mr. Edderson. “follow me, I’ll take you to the assembly hall. I gonna give a briefing to all the new students.”

1 hour later:

“And no pranks I can’t stress that enough.” Mr. Edderson explained, I was listening to the best of my abilities, I was so existed I was actually going to school! “All right now I’m going to shout out a few names and when you hear your name get up go to the exit where a few of my security guards will take you to your rooms, got it?” Most of as nodded and some said ‘Yes’ and ‘Got cha’. “Balam Luty, Ricky Don, Utako hana and Frederick Samson.” I got up and so did the three other people and walked to the exit.

2 minutes later:

We walk down the hallway with the guard in front of us. All of us just walk in awkward silence until, “I’m Rick by the way.” The man who said that looked like your average 35 year old black fat man he was wearing a brown shirt that said ‘Eat This’, a zip up jacket and tracksuit pants. “I’m from the N.Y.P.D. well was. Who are you guys then?”

“I’m Balam.” I said to the small group.

“I’m Fredrick, but you can just call me Fred.” The man who said that was wearing a white T-shirt with a pen in its pocket and jeans; he was about 17, 5-foot tall, blond heir and was wearing thick glasses, an average nerd.

“I’m Utako!” That’s was said by a young Japanese girl, about 7. She was wearing a dress and a big red bow on her head. She also had red glowing eyes so that was creepy.

“Bloody ‘ell that’s more scary then Santa Claws comin’ down the chimney with his pants off!” Jeremy said out loud, every one in the group including the security guards looked around to find the source of the voice. I giggled, turned around and lifted my shirt.

“Holy s***!” Rick shouted and jumped back. Jeremy started laughing at his reaction but then his laughs became muffled. I looked down to see that Freed had stuck his hand down Jeremy’s throat. I then started to fell light headed, as though I was only getting half as much air as I needed. ‘I’m ‘alf your bloody eir supply! If ‘e keep his hand in there any lounger, we’ll bloody suffocate!’ Jeremy thought to me franticly.

“Fascinating, it’s like a second mouth, just on the stomach, bigger and has fangs.” Fred said to the group, proud of his little discovery.

“It is a second mouth!” I shouted, “And I can’t breath!”

“Oh sorry.” Fred said to me, pulling his hand from Jeremy. I couldn’t tell if he was really sorry, or just saying that.

“WOW! What’s you name?!” Utako asked Jeremy, she was obviously excited, you could hear it in her voice and see it in the way she jumped up to my stomach.

“Err, Jeremy.” Jeremy answered Utako, a bit surprised and confused.

“How does that, where is his, w-where does your food go!” Rick asked me, with fear in his eyes.

“You’ll learn in class.” One of the security guards said to us. “Now please shut up.”

4 minutes later:

“Here we are, the four person royal suite.” The security guard on the left said. He then opened the door. “Go on.” We walked into the room and it was amazing, it was two stories and just, holy s***.

“Wow.” We all said in unison. I looked over to the bar (yes there was a bar) to see my bags and what I assumed to be the others luggage. We went over and grabbed our bags and went up to our rooms. Up stairs there was another pier of stairs (showing that it was actually three stories high) and a short corridor with four doors. I went to the door with my name on it and went in side. It was exactly like the room in my house (the big one), it even had the video-games room.

“How the hell?” I asked to any one who could hear me.

“Magic did that.” I jumped when I heard the voice I turned around to see a guard in the doorway. “We just got Miss Rocer to whip up an wish spell to make you four have you perfect room, only in the royal suite.”

“Who’s Miss Rocer?” I asked the guard.

“She’s the demonic magics teacher.” He answered; he then turned around and left the room.

I poked my head out the door to see to see that the guard had vanished. “He’s gone!” I turned around to see Rick was doing the same thing I was doing.

“Is your room perfect in every way as well?” I asked him.

“Right down to the shooting range and 70s cop car.” He answered me.

I left my room and went to the bar and got myself a can of Cola, whale Rick got a can of beer. He opened the can and took a sip. “Holy crap this beer is perfect.” He said to thin air. I opened my can and toke a sip it was perfect.

“I’m guessing that this was magic as well.” I said to the guard who I couldn’t see but I knew was there. I went outside on to the balcony, which had a pool, a big one and the view was going over this beautiful forest. “This is magic to isn’t it.”

“Yep” said a voice who I was guessing was a guard. I went back inside and up to my room. I put my cola down on the bedside table and went into my video-games room.

“Wow.” I heard a voice say, I yelped and turned around to see Rick in the doorway looking in the room with bewilderment in his eyes.

“Why are you in my room?’ I asked Rick angrily.

“Sorry my curiosity got the better of me, what is this room anyway?” Rick asked + apologized.

“This is ‘er video-game room.” Jeremy answered Rick for me.

“I’m guessing that your family is pretty rich?” Rick asked me raising an eyebrow.

“Nope, can’t even afford food most of the time.” I answered him, smiling for some reason.

“Oh.” He answered me simply.

24.8656013745234762340956298453276 minutes later:

“Oh for f*** sacks, stop being so sad!” Rick shouted into the controller’s microphone. You see we got the Nintendo 64 set up and was now playing Hay You Pikachu, we got up to the picnic level and the Pikachu picked up an mushroom and Rick asked it ‘What’s that you got there Pikachu’ and now it was all depressed for some reason and it really pissing Rick off. “There is no reason for you to be sad! I just asked you what the f*** you were holding!”

5 hours later:

I lay in bed thinking, Rick, Fred and Utako had all gone to dinner but I wasn’t perticuly hungry and decided not to go. “Hay Jeremy?” I asked.

“Yeah?” He answered.

“Why did you sell you soul?” I asked him, my mum hadn’t actually told how or why.

“I was poor and ‘ungry, ya mum told me I could have power and never go ‘ungry again. And she was telling the truth, sort of. She turned me in to a male siren, well turned my body into a siren. Sirens don’t require a soul. So me body is out there, somewhere while I, the soul, is on ya bloody chest.” He answered me.

“Oh.” I yawned I was quite tired. My eyelids started to fell heavy and my beautiful room turned into dreamland.

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I looked at the mirror smiling. If last night wasn’t a dream then my life was about to get a lot more interesting. But I had to ask one question. “Jeremy, why are you still here?” It was an understandable question, I mean I didn’t look like my demon self, so why was he here.

“Oh, that,” I held back a giggle, his voice sounded so silly with his Australian accent. “It’s not bloody funny!”

“Oh, sorry.” Whoops, I forgot that we shear the same mind, so we can read each other’s thoughts.

“Anyways, I’m always ‘ere, no matta what form you’re in. So just wear a shirt when you’re out in public.” Jeremy expanded.

“Ok, I’ll keep that in mind, thanks.” That I should not forget. “I got another question which I probably should have asked earlier, if you’re Australian, how can you speak French?” It was a good question I wonder why I hadn’t asked this before hand.

“Ah, well you see all demons ‘ave what I guess you could call a natural translator meaning they can ‘ear and speak in any human languish sub concisely, pretty neat huh?” Jeremy explained to me. ‘Yes very neat’ I thought to him. This time I really did giggle, it just seemed weird to me that I could think and some else would hear it. “Come on mate let’s get some breakfast.”

“Sounds good to me.” I left the bathroom into the cold house, it seemed weird to have two houses, one 600 meters long and the other, a two story s*** box. I went down stairs to the kitchen/dinning room and sat down at the table.

I looked down at my brown, normal, human hands. “Jeremy, how can I change my form?”

“I ‘ave no idea.” It seemed so amazing to me that when I do learn how to change my form I can be both a human and the queen of all succubi. At that point my dad walked into the room.

“Dad, why weren’t you at my party last night?” I asked, I was vary confused about it.

“Well you see, me being a normal human being I can’t go to your amazing mansion place because using magic or science or something any human that enters that place dies instantly.” My dad explained.

“Then way does mum stay here with you?” I asked.

“She loves me, and I love her. She forces the rest of the family to stay here with me. Now get ready, or you’ll be late for school.” Said my father.

“School?” I half shouted half asked.

“That’s right h” (smash) “GHHH!” (Thud) I turned around to find my mum lying on the ground right behind the doorway. She was in her Lust form just she was only 5.5 feet tall and didn’t have the penis (thank god), it was my best guess that she had her huge horns (which now I really don’t know how she was holding them up) had hit the doorframe and she had fallen on her back.

“OH F*** ARE YOU OK?!?!” My dad shouted running to my mum’s side.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine, just a bit dazed.” She turned back into her human form and got up with help from my dad. “Yes, school, err, I got you into ‘Edderson’s School for Confused demons’. It’s a place for demons that just found out that they’re a demon learn how to use they’re powers, it was where your bother went.” She explained. “Now go and get ready.”

A little later:

I looked up at the huge gateway with the words ‘Edderson’s School for Confused Demons’ in big letters on the top of it. (Oh and before I forget it’s a boarding school so the next part of the story’s gonna be set there so yeah, just a heads up) I looked through the gates to see students being greeted by a man. The man was wearing sneakers, jeans and a Team Fortress 2 T-shirt. He had blond hear, an average build, white skin and was about 5.9 feet tall. Standing next to him were two other men, both of them looked almost exactly like S.W.A.T. agents, just instead of it saying ‘Police’ or ‘S.W.A.T.’ on the bullet proof vests it said ‘Security’ (also Jeremy was right, I had no idea what language the writing was in but I could understand it), they were also holding assault rifles and wearing balaclavas so I couldn’t see there faces.

“That’s all of them sir!” One of the security guards shouted. I jumped a little when I heard that. I looked at where the voice had come from, it was where all the students had been greeted, and all that was there were the guy and the two guards.

“Wait, you forgot me!” I shouted I grabbed both my bags and ran towards them.

“Oh, err, yes there’s one left.” The security guard shouted again. I got to them, hyperventilating from the running (I was out of shape).

“I’m Balam by the way.” I said putting down one of my bags to jester a handshake.

“Oh your Balam? I was under the impression that you were going to be here in you demon form. Oh well it doesn’t matter, your mum called ahead, don’t worry you’ll get the best damn hospitality you can get here at E.S.C.D. I’m Ronald Edderson by the way, owner, founder and den/principle of this fine school.” Explained the man who I now knew was Mr. Edderson. “follow me, I’ll take you to the assembly hall. I gonna give a briefing to all the new students.”

1 hour later:

“And no pranks I can’t stress that enough.” Mr. Edderson explained, I was listening to the best of my abilities, I was so existed I was actually going to school! “All right now I’m going to shout out a few names and when you hear your name get up go to the exit where a few of my security guards will take you to your rooms, got it?” Most of as nodded and some said ‘Yes’ and ‘Got cha’. “Balam Luty, Ricky Don, Utako hana and Frederick Samson.” I got up and so did the three other people and walked to the exit.

2 minutes later:

We walk down the hallway with the guard in front of us. All of us just walk in awkward silence until, “I’m Rick by the way.” The man who said that looked like your average 35 year old black fat man he was wearing a brown shirt that said ‘Eat This’, a zip up jacket and tracksuit pants. “I’m from the N.Y.P.D. well was. Who are you guys then?”

“I’m Balam.” I said to the small group.

“I’m Fredrick, but you can just call me Fred.” The man who said that was wearing a white T-shirt with a pen in its pocket and jeans; he was about 17, 5-foot tall, blond heir and was wearing thick glasses, an average nerd.

“I’m Utako!” That’s was said by a young Japanese girl, about 7. She was wearing a dress and a big red bow on her head. She also had red glowing eyes so that was creepy.

“Bloody ‘ell that’s more scary then Santa Claws comin’ down the chimney with his pants off!” Jeremy said out loud, every one in the group including the security guards looked around to find the source of the voice. I giggled, turned around and lifted my shirt.

“Holy s***!” Rick shouted and jumped back. Jeremy started laughing at his reaction but then his laughs became muffled. I looked down to see that Freed had stuck his hand down Jeremy’s throat. I then started to fell light headed, as though I was only getting half as much air as I needed. ‘I’m ‘alf your bloody eir supply! If ‘e keep his hand in there any lounger, we’ll bloody suffocate!’ Jeremy thought to me franticly.

“Fascinating, it’s like a second mouth, just on the stomach, bigger and has fangs.” Fred said to the group, proud of his little discovery.

“It is a second mouth!” I shouted, “And I can’t breath!”

“Oh sorry.” Fred said to me, pulling his hand from Jeremy. I couldn’t tell if he was really sorry, or just saying that.

“WOW! What’s you name?!” Utako asked Jeremy, she was obviously excited, you could hear it in her voice and see it in the way she jumped up to my stomach.

“Err, Jeremy.” Jeremy answered Utako, a bit surprised and confused.

“How does that, where is his, w-where does your food go!” Rick asked me, with fear in his eyes.

“You’ll learn in class.” One of the security guards said to us. “Now please shut up.”

4 minutes later:

“Here we are, the four person royal suite.” The security guard on the left said. He then opened the door. “Go on.” We walked into the room and it was amazing, it was two stories and just, holy s***.

“Wow.” We all said in unison. I looked over to the bar (yes there was a bar) to see my bags and what I assumed to be the others luggage. We went over and grabbed our bags and went up to our rooms. Up stairs there was another pier of stairs (showing that it was actually three stories high) and a short corridor with four doors. I went to the door with my name on it and went in side. It was exactly like the room in my house (the big one), it even had the video-games room.

“How the hell?” I asked to any one who could hear me.

“Magic did that.” I jumped when I heard the voice I turned around to see a guard in the doorway. “We just got Miss Rocer to whip up an wish spell to make you four have you perfect room, only in the royal suite.”

“Who’s Miss Rocer?” I asked the guard.

“She’s the demonic magics teacher.” He answered; he then turned around and left the room.

I poked my head out the door to see to see that the guard had vanished. “He’s gone!” I turned around to see Rick was doing the same thing I was doing.

“Is your room perfect in every way as well?” I asked him.

“Right down to the shooting range and 70s cop car.” He answered me.

I left my room and went to the bar and got myself a can of Cola, whale Rick got a can of beer. He opened the can and took a sip. “Holy crap this beer is perfect.” He said to thin air. I opened my can and toke a sip it was perfect.

“I’m guessing that this was magic as well.” I said to the guard who I couldn’t see but I knew was there. I went outside on to the balcony, which had a pool, a big one and the view was going over this beautiful forest. “This is magic to isn’t it.”

“Yep” said a voice who I was guessing was a guard. I went back inside and up to my room. I put my cola down on the bedside table and went into my video-games room.

“Wow.” I heard a voice say, I yelped and turned around to see Rick in the doorway looking in the room with bewilderment in his eyes.

“Why are you in my room?’ I asked Rick angrily.

“Sorry my curiosity got the better of me, what is this room anyway?” Rick asked + apologized.

“This is ‘er video-game room.” Jeremy answered Rick for me.

“I’m guessing that your family is pretty rich?” Rick asked me raising an eyebrow.

“Nope, can’t even afford food most of the time.” I answered him, smiling for some reason.

“Oh.” He answered me simply.

24.8656013745234762340956298453276 minutes later:

“Oh for f*** sacks, stop being so sad!” Rick shouted into the controller’s microphone. You see we got the Nintendo 64 set up and was now playing Hay You Pikachu, we got up to the picnic level and the Pikachu picked up an mushroom and Rick asked it ‘What’s that you got there Pikachu’ and now it was all depressed for some reason and it really pissing Rick off. “There is no reason for you to be sad! I just asked you what the f*** you were holding!”

5 hours later:

I lay in bed thinking, Rick, Fred and Utako had all gone to dinner but I wasn’t perticuly hungry and decided not to go. “Hay Jeremy?” I asked.

“Yeah?” He answered.

“Why did you sell you soul?” I asked him, my mum hadn’t actually told how or why.

“I was poor and ‘ungry, ya mum told me I could have power and never go ‘ungry again. And she was telling the truth, sort of. She turned me in to a male siren, well turned my body into a siren. Sirens don’t require a soul. So me body is out there, somewhere while I, the soul, is on ya bloody chest.” He answered me.

“Oh.” I yawned I was quite tired. My eyelids started to fell heavy and my beautiful room turned into dreamland.