A week had already passed by, and it was safe to say I was completely and utterly in over my head.

Schoolwork was well above my educational level, I worked every second evening, and to top it all off, everyone besides Beelzebub, Lucifer, and occasionally Asmodeus acted like I didn't even exist. However, that was fine. I was used to people not taking a liking to me.

Now, on my evening off, I decided to put myself to work again in a different way, simply to keep myself distracted. Sleeves rolled up to my elbows, I was doing my absolute best to make true of my second promise.
"Can you put in extra leeches?" Beelzebub, who had been sentenced to the stool of shame for trying to scarf down all of the ingredients, called out.

Sweat dripped down my brow as I glanced to the jar of live, squirming leeches to the left of me, but still nodded.
"Sure thing...Extra as in a few, or extra as in extra extra..?" I had been hoping for the former, but even having known Beelzebub for a few days, I already knew the answer to the question.

"What's this about extra?" Glancing up from the stove, I noticed we had company as Mammon and Satan strolled in, staring at me curiously.
"(Y/N) is making me Leech Linguine. Doesn't it smell great?" My ginger friend was already drooling, watching me empty the slimy creatures into the pot.

"It actually doesn't smell half bad. Never thought I'd see a human comfortable enough to cook something like that..." Satan mused, coming to peer over my shoulder. The leeches did bother me, yes, but the rest of the ingredients were normal to me, so I could cope.
"She's totally just trying to suck up." I scrunched my nose when Mammon spoke, but instead of mouthing off, like I wanted to, I focused on the writhing leeches, drowning beneath twirls of linguine.

"Nope, I just try to keep my word whenever possible. Beel helped me out, so I wanted to do something nice for him. Tit for tat." I explained, shifting with a spoon full of the broth, cupping my hand beneath it and offering it towards the blond, who was closest to me. "Hey, could you taste this for me? I wanna know if it's missing anything, but I'm on a strict no parasite diet."

When he quirked his brow, I half expected him to tell me to shove the spoon where the sun don't shine, but surprisingly he leaned in, tasting it just as I had requested.
"More salt, and some olive oil." He mumbled, using the back of his wrist to dab at his lips.
"Thanks!" Chirping back, I hurried to fetch what was needed, whistling to myself as I did so.

This is actually kind of fun! Pity it's disgusting!

"Make sure not to let the leeches cook too long. I like it when they pop in my mouth." Yep. Disgusting. However, as long as the glutton was appeased, it was fine by me.
"I think it's almost done. Could one of you please grab me a bowl? If either of you want some too, go right ahead!" Mammon and Satan just stood there, and Beelzebub shifted on his stool, tapping the counter with his knuckles.

"You banned me from leaving the bench. Mammon, you're standing right next to them." He addressed his brother, who scoffed loudly, turning his nose. When he didn't move to assist, Satan heaved a heavy sigh, stalking over and grabbing what I had asked.
"You're a selfish prick, you know that?"

I kept my back to them when Mammon snarked back at the blond, not wanting to get caught up in their quarrel. Turning off the heat, I thanked Satan for the bowls and dished up, immediately racing to set one heaped serving in front of Beelzebub.
"Bone apple teeth, or whatever those French people say!" I giggled, quickly spinning back do I wouldn't see any disappointment on his face when he tried it.

He sure was a loud eater, with a lot of slurping and open-mouthed chewing, and when I had spun back around to offer Satan a helping, his bowl was cleaner than a hound's tooth.
"More, please. That was good." Even my soul seemed to brighten up when he complimented my cooking, and I gladly heaped more into his bowl.

"I'm really glad! I for sure thought I fucked it up!" Mammon moved up beside me, reaching directly into the still-bubbling pot to pull out a leech.
"What? The chef isn't gonna taste test her own creation?" He smirked, dangling the wriggling parasite in front of my face. "Too gross for you, human?"

As I blinked at the little black predator, Satan growled at his elder brother, pointing his chopsticks towards him as he swallowed.
"Mammon, don't be an asshole. Part of this exchange program is for us to learn to accept human culture as well." Even though the platinum haired man was being a dick, I wasn't upset.

No, I took it as a challenge. A very stupid challenge.

Sucking in a deep breath, I leaned forward and bit the leech right out from between the demon's fingers, causing him to flinch, along with our two spectators.
"Woo. Go (Y/N)." Beelzebub gave me a monotone cheer, mouth still stuffed full. He had been right. They did pop. I heard it, and felt it. I also felt the gunky blood drizzle down the back of my throat.

Cringing, and urging myself not to spit it right back out onto Mammon, or into the pot, I shook my hands upon limp wrists, as though that would somehow help me swallow it.
"For devil's sake, Mammon, get her something to wash it down." Satan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

For once, Mammon actually did what he was told, grabbing me a bottle of water from the refrigerator. Snatching it with a strained hum of thanks, I unscrewed the cap and downed it, gasping for breath once the dismembered leech finally tumbled down my throat.

"O..okay, it didn't taste bad, it's just...the texture is nasty! It's like snot right after a nosebleed!" I complained, letting my tongue poke from my mouth to air out.
"Shit, I didn't think you'd actually eat it." Mammon mumbled, scratching at the back of his head. Taking another sip of water, I put the cap back on and pointed it towards his chest, smirking even though the faint taste of blood and garlic still lingered on my palette.

"It sounded like a challenge to me, and I have like, zero impulse control." Pausing, I glanced up at the clock above the door, realising that it was almost midnight. "Shit, I gotta do that ancient runes homework! Help yourselves! This bitch gotta study!" Shoving the bottle into Mammon's chest, I turned tail and bolted back to my room, cussing myself out both out loud and inside my head.

Lucifer and Lordy McLordface kept making it seem like surviving would be the hard part. Like hell! It's the homework!

Spreading pens, textbooks and poorly scribbled notes across my desk, I hunkered down for the next half an hour, barely managing to answer two questions before throwing in the towel and opening up some oddly adorable dancing game on my DDD.

"Oi." I almost simultaneously threw my device and fell off my chair when a voice called out from my doorway, but I managed to catch myself on the edge of the desk, puffing out a sigh of relief.
"Dammit, and here I was hoping to recycle these knickers tomorrow..." I laughed awkwardly, realising it was Mammon. "So, to what do I owe the grand presence of the Leech Feeder?"

Rolling his eyes, Mammon entered completely, strolling up and holding outan exercise book.
"I copied Leviathan's ancient rune homework, so you may as well use the answers." He didn't look at me when he spoke, but I was sure the glowing beam on my face still partially blinded him.

Squeaking happily, I snatched the book and wasted no time in getting to cheating, legs kicking back and forth beneath the desk.
"Thank you thank you thank you! Man, you're a saint! Wait, is that a slur down here? Eh, you know what I mean!"

The boy irked as he made himself at home on the edge of my bed, watching as I scribbled each answer out like a machine.
"You're really freakin' weird, you know that, right?" He pointed out, and I nodded along, flipping the page.
"Uh-huh. Common knowledge, really." I replied, silently thanking every unknown force that his handwriting was easy to read.

"What's your deal? Any normal human would have freaked out over being dragged to Devildom, but you're just...chill. It's creepy." I could see his point, and I took a break from copying, leaning back and swiveling around, the end of my pen pressed to my bottom lip.

"Well, it's not like I really have anything better to do. Kinda bummed about not getting to finish tagging that wall, though. Someone's totally gonna go over it." Still, I couldn't deny that being abducted by demon scholars was at least a little better than finishing spray painting a frog in emotional turmoil.

Mammon seemed completely lost by my response, eyes narrowing to slits and mouth partially agape.
"Yeah...you're a total freak..." Shooting him a round of charismatic finger guns, I twirled back to my work, tucking one leg up under my butt to sacrifice circulation for a better angle.

"Doesn't it take one to know one?" I questioned, tilting my head so I could see him out of the corner of my eye, noticing him tense up. "No, seriously, does it? If so, I've met a lot of freaks." Mammon was insulted, to put it lightly, but he held his tongue, flopping back and making my bed squeak in complaint.

"Hurry up with it, already. I wanna sleep, and if I crash out here, you'll be sleeping on the floor..." He grumbled, which lead to me snorting while trying to hold back a laugh.
"Aww, no sleepover? We can play twenty questions! Okay, I'll start! Are you a virgi-"

"What the actual hell is wrong with you?"

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***All these fillers are because I'm struggling not to make this a fast paced romance.

I ran out of AP again but I finally got myself an SSR Lucifer to go with my SSR Mammon and Belphie cards. No more using Levi!

Next Time: Worthless Otaku Promblems***