"So, you're telling me that I'm expected to eat fermented ram lung for dinner..?"

Beelzebub hummed a yes as I looked at the package in the refrigerator, inspecing the oozing organs and other strange food items.
"They're pretty good. Especially with red bell pepper. It has to be red." I wasn't all that convinced, but when in Rome. I closed the door of the appliance and moved to sit at the island bench with the demon, who was ripping open a packet of what looked to be cookies.

"I'll try almost anything once, so we'll see." I chuckled, leaning forward to try and read the box, which Beelzebub noticed.
"Witchums. They're pumpkin cookies, shaped like little witches and cats and stuff." He explained, pulling one out and handing it to me. It seemed normal enough, but I was still surprised when it tasted like regular human food.

"Huh, neat." I rested my elbows on the granite and sighed, peering around before settling on the man's face, cheeks filled with cookies. "You seem a lot less intimidating than your brothers. Just a regular, hungry guy." Brushing a few stray crumbs from the edge of his mouth, Beelzebub shrugged me off, standing up and shuffling over to the refrigerator.

"Not particularly. We all have our moments." Out came a bowl of something that looked rather sinister, and he returned to sit across from me, removing the cling wrap from the top. An awful stench struck me, and I cowered away, nearly toppling off the stool. "What? It's just offlal."

I guess I have to look on the bright side...I'll be losing a lot of weight while I'm here!

Before I could politely insult the demon's taste in food, Mammon stormed in, huffing and puffing dramatically.
"I gotta take you to get a uniform, so hurry up..." He muttered, thumbing back over his shoulder. I would have much rathered stay where I was, but knowing I didn't have a choice, I hopped up and started to follow him.

"Your hair is pretty dope. Do you dye it?" My speciality was breaking silences that had no reason to be broken, and a bonus skill of mine was being irritating.
"Of course I don't! This is all natural!" Mammon snapped back, shoulders hunched as he sped up his pace. "I can't believe I'm stuck having to deal with you...Plus I gotta spend my own grimm! This blows!"

I'm not too crazy about it either, dude...

"Well, once I figure out how stuff down here works, I'll earn some and pay you back, okay? I mean, I've got a little bit of human cash on me, I think, but that probably won't do anything down he-" When his open hand whipped in front of me, I nearly yelped, and he opened and closed it repeatedly.
"Gimme. Witches up in your world use both, so it'll come in handy."

Digging into the pockets of my sweatpants, I pulled out about seven dollars, plus a few stray coins, dropping them into the palm of his hand.
"Woah, we have witches up there? Huh, the more you know." He snatched my small change away and tucked it into his blazer pocket, slowing down his pace just enough for me to be able to stay at his heels.

"Yeah, well, figures a dumb human wouldn't know about them. You lot are oblivious to basically everything. Too easy to manipulate." He was right, so I couldn't argue, though I didn't quite fancy being called dumb, even though that was also a valid assumption.

"I dunno, it seems a little easier being a human, if you ask me. Hey, do you guys have creepy demon forms? Do you snatch little kids out of bed and gobble them up like those weird European folk tales? Do you have giant di-"
"Do you ever shut up?" Mammon's glare was sharp, and it zipped my lips pretty quickly.

"Sometimes. I just babble when I'm on the verge of simultaneously pissing and shitting my pants." I admitted, kind of jogging to keep close to him once he turned to enter a dismal looking store. Inside, clothes stretched for miles, and a small, soot-black demon popped out from beneath a rack.
"Mammon, Mammon, Mammon! What can I do ye fer?!"

He looks like one of those little bastards from a Studio Whibli movie got thrown in the garbage disposal. Cute.

"Fit this dumb human for a girl's uniform, Scrit. Just one, cuz I don't feel like wasting my money." Mammon propped himself against the counter and pulled out his DDD, leaving me to the little fellow.
"Aight! C'mon out back, missy! I'll do ya a quick measur'n!"

It was definitely an experience, having a dwarfy little gremlin climb all over me to take my measurements, but he seemed chill enough.
"So, Scrit, right? Know anywhere willing to hire someone of the human persuasion?" For once, somebody didn't seem to mind my attempt at small talk, and the demon glanced to me as he scribbled down some notes.

"Ye got some real chutzpah if yer plannin' on workin' down 'ere, love." He replied, tip tapping over to get the length of my feet. "Chances are slim if yer not keen on gettin' yerself ate." His accent was a little rough on the ears, but I could understand him well enough.

"Eh, I'll chance it. Kinda promised Mr. Moneybags out there that I'd pay him back for this. Probably jumped the gun though, cuz I don't even know what Grimm looks like." Seeming to be finished, Scrit grabbed the piece of paper and used his pencil to vault onto the nearby desk, tapping it against the wood.

"Hmmm...Ye good at sewin'? Needles 'n threads 'n all that?" He questioned, and for once I was actually able to give a solid answer.
"I'm pretty decent. I usually fix my brothers' clothes, and I made my own formal dress last year." When the creature bounced from the desk to my chest, I stumbled back a few feet, nearly having to cross my eyes to look down at him.

"I'll tell ye what, ye seem like a spritely lil' miss, so if yer got time after classes, come on down 'ere 'n I'll let ye have a test run." The offer came as quite the surprise, and I blinked back at the toothy little fellow. "Ye won't be face te face with those that'll eat ye, 'n if ye prove yeself t' 'ave a good work ethic, I'll pay ye ten grimm 'n hour."

Sounds below minimum wage, but this is basically hell so...

Grinning, I nodded excitedly, helping Scrit from my chest and letting him settle on my shoulder. I wandered back out to the counter, where Mammon was still tinkering on his DDD.
"Aight, for a uniform, that'll be three thousand grimm." Scrit hopped down off my shoulder to the till, and Mammon spluttered loudly.
"You've gotta be joking?!" His DDD nearly flew out of his hands, and I just stood there smiling, deciding not to tell him about my job just yet.

It'll be a nice little surprise once I save up enough...

After forking over the money, Scrit announced that he would have the uniform delivered by morning, before classes began, and Mammon wasted no time in dragging me back off towards The House of Lamentation, muttering the whole while.

Once back inside, he unceremoniously kicked open a door, right beside the kitchen, and nudged me inside.
"This is your damn room. Bathroom is across the hall. Classes start at nine in the morning." I was glad that I had caught all of that, because as soon as he had finished, he left, slamming the door shut behind him.

Trying to not let it actually get to me, I turned and took in the sight of my new bedroom. It was like something out of a fairytail, with vines climbing up the wall behind my bed. There were no windows, but a quaint, antique looking desk and bookshelf fit in perfectly, plus a built-in wardrobe that seemed to have been stocked.

*knock knock*

"Oh, uh, yeah, come in!" I called out to whoever was at the door, and it opened to reveal Lucifer, who slipped inside.
"Sorry to disturb you, but I just wanted to make sure you were settling in." He seemed a little less agitated than he had before, and I shot him a thumbs up.
"Just got back, but yeah, this is great, thanks Luci." Giving me a slight smile, he motioned to the wardrobe, other hand on his chest, which made him appear just a little too proper.

"To start off with, we've provided you with several casual outfits, as well as pyjamas. Shoes are in the bottom drawer, undergarments in top. Once you have gotten the swing of the daily routine, I shall take you to get some more clothing."

Yep, this feels like sugar baby central...

"Oh, you don't have to, really. This is plenty, thanks, man! Got myself a job, so once I pay Mammon back for the uniform, I can get my own." This seemed to surprise the ravonet, and his head tilted ever so slightly.
"I beg your pardon? A job?" Was it really that hard to believe? Sure, I was annoying, and not all that bright, but I was pretty good at convincing people. When it counted.

"Yep! Down at the place we went to get the uniform! Scrit said he'd give me a trial when I didn't have any classes!" I was honestly pretty damn excited about it. In the human world, I had despised my job, so I was hopeful that down here it would be more enjoyable.
"Forgive me, I'm just a bit surprised. Barely three hours in Devildom, and you already have paid work..." He seemed to be teetering on the border between worried and impressed. "If that's the case, I'd advise you request one of my brothers to escort you to and from. It isn't safe to be walking around on your own."

Waving him off, I plopped down on my new bed, bouncing slightly to check the springs.
"Will do, Luci! Oh, but don't tell that Mammon guy. I wanna see the shocked look on his face when I hand over that money!" Nodding once, Lucifer started back towards the door, pausing with one foot out.

"Breakfast is at seven thirty. I shall send somebody to fetch you before then. Have a good evening, (Y/N)." Goofy salute already in motion, I beamed at him, kicking my sneakers off to slide under the bed.
"Aye aye, Luci, Sir! Sleep well!" I definitely caught the roll of his eyes as he left, but I didn't mind.

What did bother me, however, was my whole situation. It was funny, at first, but not that it was really setting in, it was kind of terrifying. A world of demons, who ate humans like me, having to go to an elite school, living with complete, possibly evil, strangers. I still wasn't a hundred percent sure it wasn't some crazy dream.

Oh well, if I wake up tomorrow and I'm still here, may as well make the most of it! It isn't like I'm missing much back home, anyway...

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***Scrit looks like a lil pimp and I love him, but dammit, I regret the way I decided he'd talk.

I doodled my own mental image of (Y/N), in both the female uniform as well as bullshit casual clothing.

But that's just my take xD

Next Time: Saved By The Beel***