I'm not your brother for nothing.

~ M/n's pov ~

It's dark...

I've been in this some sort of abyss for a long time, or should I say stuck?

The odd sense of déjà vu keep filling my body as if I have to be ready of something and somehow, I feel like I know what I'm going to face...

My body tenses up every second and my mind keeps on racing.

Eventually, rows of trees creating a forest greets my sight. The navy blue sky had stars scattered across, accompanying the moon on the lonely night.

I tensed further in alarm as I realized that I was actually running through the dimly lit forest, a sensation I'm well acquainted with. Howls and growls of the packs of those infamous nocturnal predators occupied the fresh, cool air of the night.

Strangely enough, I could run just fine despite having run further compared to the past. Guess my hard works paid off even in dreams.

But surely enough, the very action off stumbling over tree roots never change...

" Ugh, damn it!" I grunted, spitting out the soil and dirt's that got into my mouth as I braced myself up in a stance.

Concluding that my body condition in this occurring dreams follows how much I've grown over the span I'm here in Devildom, I conjured some light in a form of weapon. Thankfully it was manageable since I learned it a few weeks back from Simeon.

I grinned.

" COME AT ME, YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!!!"

Ready to get into the battle with the wolves, I held my weapon high. One of them was about to pounce on me.

However, just as I was about to slash the canine into two, I heard a familiar voice.

" Disperse."

Everything freeze and breakdown into small particles, leaving me as the only living object in that space. Even my weapon was affected by that command. Confused, I just stand still as I watch everything fall apart.

In a few blinks, I was in a room, my room back in human realm. Standing on that one spot, I scanned around as it has been a long time he had been there, nostalgic feelings nestled in my heart.

Photos of me and MC framed on the wall and my table. Stationaries scattered on a book I left behind with the bed looking messy as ever. My backpack tossed to the side of the bed with some of the things inside fell out. Despite how unkempt the place looked, it always scream one thing to me.

Home.

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~ 3rd person pov ~

Staying in that one spot, M/n just glanced around as he wonder what is happening, heart engulfed with melancholic feelings. Just then, his hair was tousled from behind by a strong, warm hand belonged to someone he knew all too well.

" Hello, M/n. It's been a while, hasn't it?"

The male turned in an instant, a wonder how he didn't get a whiplash from that action. Facing the demon he recognised as his brother, his voice literally bid him goodbye from the shock. Lips stammered as he struggles to just say something in reply but it was all in vain.

Azazel saw his little conflict and smiled, reminiscing the times when the human was just a juvenile kid. Whenever the boy got into some troubles in the past, he would always struggle to say anything with slight tears in his eyes. He was quite the innocent child despite everything that happened to him.

" You've been through a lot while I wasn't there, huh? Whatever happened, you did great M/n."

Tiny beads slipping little by little before M/n crashed himself into Azazel's embrace, feeling the same warmth he felt years ago...

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It seems that the meeting ended somehow and everyone went to respective rooms. The pair of siblings holed up in their room, away from the eyes of others.

MC just went ahead and lay on her bed, staring off into space as her mind struggled to process all the chaos. Feeling stuffy in her chest, she decided to close her eyes hoping to help in clearing her thoughts but it got more jumbled up instead.

" That's a loud sigh." Azazel suddenly voiced out to her, sitting leisurely on the bed that had been M/n's during his short stay.

' Ah... I didn't even realize that I sighed...' she thought despite the loud voices in her head, turning her gaze lethargically to her brother. She hug a pillow as if it was an anchor for her consciousness that might slip away at any moment. She wanted to sleep, yet not really feeling up to facing the brothers once she greets sunshine... or not since Devildom stays dark all year round.

Azazel stared at his little sister, analyzing her sluggish stature on her bed. Knowing her, she's probably having quite the struggle to grasp the reality of the situation. So, like he always do for her when she was little, Azazel got up and stand by MC's bedside, holding out his hand.

" Come on, MC. Let me take you somewhere."

" Hm?" she hums in wonder, not understanding the motive behind his action.

" You know the drill." The demon said, grinning widely as he wait for her to take his hand.

" Ah... Okay." she replied, getting up as she connects their hands together.

In a flash, Azazel teleported them out of that suffocating place, taking his little sister to ease her mind off. And the demon brothers didn't get any mentions of their whereabouts until it was late in the night...

Wind gently breeze through her (h/c) coloured strands, flowing to match the direction it move to. Clothes fluttering as she slowly open her eyes, holding Azazel's hands tightly.

Sea of tiny, warm-coloured lights greets her sight, showing how she floats in the atmosphere of Devildom. Everything in her mind was silenced by the picturesque view, making her feel serene and secure. Letting the younger sibling relax herself, Azazel let go of her right hand, creating a cloud of blue fireflies surrounding them using his free hand.

To the human, the urge to feel this small, artificial creature on her fingertips was greater than her former dwellings, causing her to outstretch her arms unconsciously. To her surprise, whenever she touch the peculiar insect, it changes its shade of light. From sky blue to pastel purple and to baby pink, the colours keeps changing into varieties of shades each time MC touched the magical creature.

And what do you know, MC started smiling again, letting out soft chuckles as she plays around. The sparkles in her eyes are evident as ever, beaming as the colours come back to her face.

Watching her from the side, the demon lost himself in memory lane, reminiscing all the happy moments he share with his dear sister. He was unaware of the adoring smile he puts on, the pupil of his eyes in the shade of green.

" Zel."

The melodious voice snapped him out of his thoughts, his attention turns to the grown up girl he had loved dearly the first day he met her. One of the people he sees as the light of his wretched, direful life.

" Thank you."

The gleaming smile she had on overlapped with with her younger self in the eyes of the demon. Seeing the gratitude in her gestures, Azazel huffed out a short, relieved laugh.

" Anytime you need it, MC." He paused, looking straight in her shining irises.

" I'm not your brother for nothing."

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As their feets landed in the town area, near the fountain, they chatted freely, constantly laced with laughter and teasing among themselves. They're like as If they're in their own world.

" MC!"

She immediately turn her head upon someone calling her name. Seeing the short, silvery white strands moving nearer to her, she knew instantly the person that called out to her.

" Oh, hey Solomon. What's up?" she replied casually. Solomon showed up with both hands occupied with paper bags, all full to the brim.

" Shouldn't you be at the House of Lamentations right now? Curfew would be in a few minutes, right?" the sorcerer inquired.

" Yeah, about that... Me and the brothers had an argument. So, I'm getting some fresh air. Now that I think about it, I'm kinda.. nervous to go back..." MC explained the situation.

" I see. Who's that with you?" Solomon nodded, then gesturing at the new face behind the girl.

" Well, long story short, he's my other brother, Azazel."

" Huh. Your other brother is a.. demon?"

" Yeah, that's why I say long story short."

" Touche."

" Nice to meet you Solomon. Thank you for taking care of her these past months." Azazel greeted the sorcerer.

" No need to thank me. So, you guys need a place stay for the night? I can ask Simeon and Luke if you guys can stay at the Purgatory Hall."

" You can do that for us?"

" A simple favour like this is nothing compared to how much you have helped all of us, MC."

Hearing compliments directed to his sister has always made him feel proud. One that a father usually feel for his children at times.

" Then, thank you for your help, Solomon."

" No problems. Follow me."

As they tread together, Azazel noticed the human male carrying a bunch of stuff. Grabbing one of the bigger paper bags he's holding, Solomon flinched a little from the sudden gesture.

" It looks heavy." The demon briefly explained.

" Oh.. Thank you."

" What did you buy anyways?"

" Ingredients for my potions. I was running low on it for one of the potion I'm researching."

" Oh, really?" His interest spiked, engaging more on the topic. " What kind of potion?"

" Nothing much, just a energy potion to replenish energy without any side effects. I just need to figure out the last part and my research will be done."

" How many months did it took?"

" Around 3 months?"

" Wow... You're incredible. That's some impressive skill you have."

" Thank you, I appreciate it."

" If you're gonna flirt, don't do it in front of me please. I don't want to be covered with ants." MC interrupted, her expression looking like she wants to escape that place.

" What do you mean?" Azazel asked, confused by her statement.

" I've never seen you interact with other people like that, Zel."

" Well, for your information, you're the reason I couldn't interact with people, you stupid kid."

" Wait, what?!"

" Yeah, when I meet you, you keep on asking to fly in the sky all the time. How am I supposed to interact with people while flying?"

" ..Oops."