Difficulty getting up early in the morning after a sleepless night. This is exactly what Lucy Heartfilia thought when she was getting ready for classes at the university.
She only closed her eyes for a second, combing in front of the mirror, and was almost asleep.
- Lou! - heard a nineteen-year-old girl's mother's voice.
And this voice pulled her out of the embrace of sleep.
- I'm leaving for the weekend! a golden-haired woman of about forty-five looked into the room. “So keep an eye on Michelle.
- Okay, Mom. - answered Lucy, not very pleased with this news
But it was useless to argue.
Michelle is Lucy's younger sister, although their fathers were different. She never saw her own father, but my mother did not want to talk about him. And Lucy didn't really want to hear about him either. Michelle's father became a real father to her.
Her younger sister was almost eighteen, and still needed an eye and an eye for her. And more often than not, her older sister had to look after her.
When Lou appeared in the kitchen, Michelle was finishing her tea.
- Good morning! - Lucy said sleepily and began to make coffee for herself.
- Good! - Michelle smiled.
She was in a wonderful mood, despite the fact that she had to go to school, and she hated school more than anything else. And all because my mother left. So what if Lucy is here. She can't stop her from throwing a small party.
After finishing breakfast, Michelle went to school. Lou also went to class after drinking coffee, dreaming that when she returned from university, she would go to bed, because she went to bed only in the morning.
At the university, her friends were already waiting for her - the blue-haired Juvia Lockser, and the scarlet-haired Elsa Scarlet.
- Hi Lou! the girls said in one voice.
Lucy just nodded and sat down at her desk.
- Didn't you get enough sleep again? - Elsa guessed, looking at her tired friend.
- Again Natsu? - asked Ju.
- Aha! - answered Lucy, putting her head on the table and closing her eyes.
- Even I do not allow myself this with my boyfriend! Ju said quietly.
Lucy heard her anyway and sighed heavily.
"How did I manage to get myself into such a mess?" - thought Heartfilia.
For three months now, her friends have thought that she has a boyfriend named Natsu, and believe that it is because of him that their friend does not sleep at night. Oh, if only they knew the real cause of her insomnia!
Natsu is generally a fictional character in the otome game. Just once, when asked why she didn’t get enough sleep, she blurted out without thinking that it was because of Natsu. So everyone decided that this was her boyfriend, but she could not confess. The truth is, she never even kissed. What kind of guy could it be?
In the end, everything remained the same. She couldn't admit that she was a great otome gamer. Playing with the character Natsu is already in the past, but his name still remains. like her boyfriend's name.
After class, Lucy immediately went home. She didn't even undress and went to bed like that.
But her younger sister did not come from school alone. Four classmates also came with her: Yukino, Ultear, Hisui and Kinana.
- Just don't make a noise! Michelle warned them. - My sister is sleeping at this time. I don't want her to ruin the whole evening.
But they did not manage to behave quietly. If you speak - so loudly, if you laugh - so for the whole house.
Lucy hadn't slept for two hours. She opened her eyes with difficulty and raised herself.
For about five minutes she sat on the bed and stared at the floor, trying to wake up completely. And then it dawned on her - Michelle had another sleepover party without warning her.
Lucy got up and walked to her sister's room, but ran into her in the hallway.
- Did you wake up yet? - Michelle was surprised.
- I don't think I let you have parties! Lou said with displeasure.
- Sorry for not warning you, "mommy"! Michelle snapped and walked past.
"Impudent girl!" - thought Lucy, but did not interfere.
Let them have some fun, and it’s not too late.
The girl went to her room and started her French homework, trying to ignore the loud exclamations behind the wall.
Very soon she got hungry and decided to cook something for herself. She didn't want to bother with cooking for a long time, and she decided to quickly cook a regular salad of tomatoes, ham and corn.
But before she could begin, Michelle appeared in the kitchen. She silently took the candles from the bedside table and left just as silently.
"Well, why did she need so many candles?" - Lou was perplexed, but continued cooking.
Michelle's room was no longer so lively. One of her friends - Ultear - suggested a new game - summon a demon. No one, of course, believed that someone would come to this call, but everyone was interested.
Ultear showed them what characters to draw and everyone did it. And Michelle brought candles.
- Not enough candles. Ultear said.
- That's all there were! - Michelle held out eleven candles to her friend.
- Okay, fine. Ultear sighed and took the candles.
She placed candles around the diabolical symbols painted on the Whatman paper on the table and lit them all one by one.
Then five girls stood around the table and held hands.
Ultear began to speak in Latin. No one except her understood what these words meant. It seemed that Ultear was the only one who was serious about the ritual taking place, as the others struggled to keep from laughing. Finally, Ultear's words became clear.
- Appear, demon from the Underworld! urged Ultear. - Appear and fulfill the desire of your master!
Ultear repeated those words several times. But then Hisui laughed. The others also could not restrain themselves and laughed.
Ultear glared at them. After all, they interrupted the ritual.
- Because of you, you have to start all over again! she snorted.
- Come on, Ur! Keenana chuckled. “We had a lot of fun, but it's time to end these devilish jokes!
- Otherwise we will really call ... the police with the hands of our neighbors! - Michelle joked,
- This is a real ritual! Ultear muttered.
- Okay, let's finish the ritual and see that no demon appears! - agreed with offended friend Michelle. - And rather. And then my hellish sister will appear!
Ultear sighed heavily, but began the ritual anew. The girls joined hands again, and Ultear repeated all the words in Latin by heart.
"Just not to laugh again!" - thought each of the girls.
They didn't want to provoke Ultear's anger again.
But as soon as Ultear repeated the last phrase a third time, she drew a sharp knife, intending to spill her blood from her palm and thus become the master of the summoned demon.
But she didn't have time to do it. As soon as she brought the knife to her palm, lightning flashed on the street, appearing from nowhere and in the whole house, and indeed in the whole area, the lights went out.
Lucy was cutting tomatoes at that moment. The light went out so suddenly that she accidentally stabbed her index finger with a knife and blood slowly flowed out of it.
The light went out for only a second. But Lucy, like the other girls besides Ultear, got scared.
When the light came on, the girls looked at each other in dismay and looked at Ultear's smiling face.
- Happened! - she exclaimed. - I told you.
And then an angry Lou burst into the room. She was sure that her younger sister Michelle was to blame for what had happened, it was not for nothing that she had stolen all the candles.
Lucy went to the table and, pointing her finger at her sister, shouted:
- What are you doing here? Have you decided to burn down the whole house?
A drop of blood, imperceptibly for everyone, fell on one of the drawings on the table. But no one noticed this, not even Ultear, and in fact she carefully followed the ritual and its participants.
- We have nothing to do with it! - Michelle was indignant. - It's just a short circuit. And don't bother us.
- The party is over! All sleep! Lou said in a commanding tone. “It's late, so I'll let your girlfriends stay. But do not try to make noise!
Lou left, slamming the door. Michelle was now very angry with her sister, but still obeyed and everyone was quiet.
Leaving her sister's room, Lucy remembered her cut. she found a bandage in the medicine cabinet and bandaged her finger. I didn't want to eat anymore. So she put everything back in the refrigerator and went back to her room. She had an assignment in Latin. But this is only the beginning of putting her to sleep. The girl put her head on the book and closed her eyes.
Suddenly she felt that someone lifted her in his arms, carried her to the bed, laid her down and covered her with a blanket.
Lou opened her eyes, but everything was so vague. However, she still saw a guy with an unusual hair color. But the next moment she closed her eyes again and fell asleep.
She slept in this way until morning, although usually at night it was difficult for her to sleep.
But on the other hand, she woke up at last slept.
Lou looked around the room and remembered that she was going to study Latin. And she could not remember how she lay down.
My stomach rumbled. It is not surprising, because it was the last time she ate with her friends in a cafe. And she didn't even finish her salad, so she decided that she could finish it now and have a snack.
But in the kitchen she saw a stranger with pink hair. He sat at the table and ate salad. The one she was going to finish now.
- Who are you? - Lou was surprised.
The stranger turned to her and smiled.
- My name is End! he said. - I am a demon! Your demon!

Summer was slowly withering away. Gloomy clouds were gathering over the small resort town of Snorist, declaring that autumn was ready to come into its own. Very soon there will be long rains, which will smoothly turn into snowfalls. Something, but I hated the abrupt fall-winter in my hometown.

I, Vitta Vilchot, who had recently graduated from the third year at the White Lily Academy, was sitting in my room, resting after a hard day at work in a small restaurant adjacent to the house. The day turned out to be what you need. Despite the fact that I returned to my home only two days ago, my mother loaded me with work. Today I had to run around the city and negotiate first with the carpenter, then with the plumber. Mom started a renovation because our old house was in need of renovation. It's even good that it’s time to leave for school soon.

Summer vacation turned out to be great. After school, I returned home not alone, but with two demons and my father. I was scared. I was sure that my mother would not listen to anyone and would kick two demons out of the house. At first it was. Mom threw a huge tantrum, Dad pretended to be a stool. But the insidious demon Ilkhar managed to confuse mother's head. He, a magnificent and dangerous potions master, capable of making a potion destroying a small country with the help of a fresh bull's heart and canned spleens of mice, turned out to be an excellent cook as well, and in two days he proved it to his mother. Since the visitors liked his desserts, my mother allowed him to stay with us, taking him to work in a restaurant. He did his job remarkably, accurately, and managed to make friends with all the kitchen workers (as I suspect, not without the help of his demonic talents). Mom quickly forgot that at first she did not want to let him into the house, and began to treat him like an old friend of the family. Thus, Ilkhar became our neighbor. A family of demons settled in a spare room in my house.

Ilhar's son Crispo proved to be a master of destruction. Largely thanks to his help, we had to put out fires twice, repair the roof, change the glass in the windows and convince visitors that our establishment is absolutely safe. Farmolan saved us, who managed to get into the trust of the demon and began to often take Crispo to fly under the clouds. Of course, at the moments when the pegasus did not take the demon, he began to get bored, poke his nose where it should not and, of course, get into that very nose. Having received a portion of dragon fire mixed with diamond threshers from a kind daddy, he nevertheless understood what was not worth doing, and almost became obedient. To my surprise, the little demon learned very quickly, was able to sit quietly for an hour and just watch the ants build an anthill.

Crispo soon met Meverek's nephews, Melek. It became a black day on the calendar. Melek quickly realized what was happening, taught Crispo how to quietly turn pranks, and together they caused a lot of troubles for the inhabitants of our small town. On two occasions they even came to complain. However, Meverek showered them with rotten eggs and declared that his grandson and Crispo were angels in the flesh.

In principle, we lived as a big friendly family. My dad and I often developed interesting formulas, we also ran to swim with him, practiced protective and camouflage magic, played cards and chess. On the weekend, Ruscor even came to us once. She, Meverek and dad disappeared for about three days, and then a message came from almost another continent that we should not worry, and that friends were too vigorously celebrating their meeting after a long separation. When they returned, they received hats from their mother and from the Sibyl.

By the way, my mother and I also spent a lot of time together. However, due to the fact that she constantly had a lot of things to do at the restaurant, we rarely managed to talk in a normal setting.

With the demon, as I said, my mother made friends. Ilkhar is all that kind of himself - helpful, polite, quick, neat, hardworking. And my mother constantly set him up for me. And I tried not to remind her once again that Ilkhar is the most natural demon with the most natural demonic manners.

By the way, about demonic manners. Once, while playing cards with my dad, I heard a heart-rending scream from the kitchen. After exchanging glances, my dad and I rushed downstairs. We flew into the kitchen and froze on the threshold.

In the middle of the kitchen, with a confused muzzle, stood a two-meter-high red-eyed demon with leathery wings (which, by the way, I had not noticed before with Ilkhar). He would have looked very intimidating if not for a pink apron with daisies and a white cap on his head. The demon was holding a baking sheet in its paws, on which cookies were appetizingly browned.

Will you? - Ilkhar smiled awkwardly, holding out a baking sheet to us.

On the floor near his feet, we found his mother fainted. After putting her in order, we explained the situation to her. Ilhar simply had a crisis of magic, his second shell still sometimes broke through, though less and less often. Soon, as the demon himself said, he will not take on a different form, since he will be completely erased from his soul.

Everyone tried to forget about this incident. However, something soon happened that made me remember him.

It happened on a sunny warm day. My dad and I ran away from home on a fishing trip. Swaying in a neat boat on the waves, we were asleep, unable to untangle the tangled threads of magic on the fishing rods. Suddenly I felt the little crown on my neck warm up. In the next instant, pain shot through my back.

Oh no no no! I yelled, jumping to my feet.

My T-shirt ripped abruptly at the back. Father, who jumped to his feet, sleepily did not remember that he was in the boat and fell overboard. Because of him, the boat staggered, I lost my balance and fell after him. Due to the fact that my back was very painful, I was not immediately able to rise to the surface. Finally, she clung to the side of the boat.

Monster!! Get the power of my blow! - Dad exclaimed, banging my head with a fishing rod.

You're out of your mind? I asked angrily as I rolled over the side.

Oh, it's you ... Why scare daddy like that ?! Take your wings away.

Wings? - I was surprised. Putting my hands behind my back, I felt my back. Oh no. Hands ran into two obstacles. - Tell me they are covered in white feathers.

Nope, leathery and spiny. True, very small ones, you won't fly far on such ones ... But wait a minute ... You didn't conjure them yourself?

I explained the situation to my dad. He immediately directed the boat to the shore, then dragged me to Ilkhar, having previously camouflaged my wings.

Teach her to control the demonic essence, - he threw to the demon, who with a concentrated look was decorating the cake with strawberries.

Oh, it finally appeared, ”Ilkhar held out, casting a quick glance at me. - I kept waiting for the additional energy to start pushing the body towards transformation ... Well, now I will finish the cake and help you.

It turned out that with the awakening of the demonic essence, even more energy boiled inside me than usual. It was necessary to pacify this energy, and Ilhar showed me several ways to control. It turned out to be incredibly difficult. No matter how I tried to shove my second essence to hell, it still broke through. Most often in the form of horns, a tail with a sharp spike at the end, and scanty wings to boot. Then, when we ate kebabs, huge fangs suddenly sprouted in me. In general, I did not like all this. In addition to external transformations, my magic also changed. Even the simplest magic could be disastrous. So, swimming in the lake with a waterfall, I, angry at the tricks of Crispo and Melek, froze them along with the lake, the waterfall and everyone who swims in it.

Ilkhar, scratching his head and muttering "into business!", Promised to freeze my demonic essence. Very soon I had to go with my father to his laboratory for summer practice. Therefore, I demanded from the demon everything possible and impossible, so that the magic that was unnecessary for now was pacified. Ilkhar conjured and said that for some time I could live in peace.

The story of how demons got married

Imar

It is not the first evening that I wander the streets of a strange city in search of the one that I have never met, even in a dream.

At the beginning, the first five years, it was interesting: there was excitement, enthusiasm, especially when a happy, perfectly harmonious couple was in front of my eyes. Then flying to Earth became a fun hobby that grew into a habit.

Sometimes I forget what I'm doing here. Why do I walk along these streets, look into yards, wander through shops, bus stops and airports. Sometimes I am so fond of something new: a beautiful monument, a museum and a park, as I am now, and I just enjoy my vacation, trying not to pay attention to the worm of loneliness deep inside.

Kicking the fallen wet leaves under my feet, I thought, what is the probability of meeting a true couple, given that there are only two known cases on Iril: my father and mother and Alesya and Emilie?

Darkness enveloped the park, it got noticeably colder and I was already preparing for a trance jump, when I noticed a girl ahead. She fingered her short legs so quickly that she did not notice how the edge of her skirt was indecently lifted up. I must tell her about this, otherwise she will come to a stop and an embarrassment may happen. I don't want the girl to blush in vain.

He quickened his pace and called out to the stranger:

Girl!

She turned around, showered with blond hair: her large gray eyes widened in fear. I turned around, not understanding what was the matter, and when I turned around: the girl was almost running and the tight skirt began to bulge even higher.

Wait girl! - I shouted, trying to catch up with the stranger and ask what scared her so much, and to figure out the damned skirt.

Yes, wait a minute! - well, I'm not going to shout to the whole park that her skirt is up.

There was not much left before the exit, and I just moved in space, finding myself in the face of a breathless stranger.

Girl, you have a skirt ...

A hard blow between my legs silenced me. I may be a demon, but my eggs are not iron.

He whined hoarsely, puffing out his cheeks, afraid that his eyes would pop out of their sockets.

For what? .. - I exhale tornly and then some abomination puffs into my face, from which my eyes begin to burn, and I want to sneeze. Well the regeneration works quickly and I come to my senses.

I straighten up and stare into the eyes burning with frenzied fright. I don't feel anything, except the desire to teach the impudent lesson, for the repulsed dignity. I go to her with good intentions, and she is pepper in the face! The only desire at this moment, indeed, is to attack her and scare her, as it should, so that next time she can distinguish maniacs from decent demons.

The girl jumps back, stumbles on a stone and falls. I instantly react and grab her hands, our eyes meet, and I make the craziest decision in my life. "I'll take it!" - mentally whisper and activate the jump, moving us to the cruiser. It is clear that at that moment I did not think about any consequences.

Rita

The world is rapidly melting, losing its shape and reality. We seem to be floating through time. The psychopath's hands are burning with fire, real fire: pale yellow, almost invisible, but there is no pain. Even the heartbeat is inaudible, as if the body froze, leaving only feverish thoughts of fear.

I fall on the metal floor, and my body starts to move: I take in a greedy breath, as if I have emerged from the water, I feel burning tears welling up. I am scared to such an extent that I am ready to throw myself out the window, behind which ... Mother of God! Is that space ?!

His heart thundered in his chest, echoing cannonballs in his ears. A massive tremor shook my body, and panic squeezed my throat with an icy grip.

The madman tore me off the floor with one jerk, sat me down in a chair and fastened me with a belt. Yellow flies appeared before my eyes, nausea came to my throat: I was one step away from fainting and even rejoiced at this, as they shoved a bottle of water into my hands and ordered sarcastically:

Do not try to lose consciousness. This will be a personal insult to me.

The psycho sat down in a chair and also strapped himself in.

As in the face of pshik, so we are brave, - this abnormal grumbled. - No, to first ask, find out ... Albert! Start up, - the psycho growled irritably and rubbed his eyes tiredly.

My heart sank painfully. The tears did not stop flowing. This is the end! Mom, what will happen to me?

The psycho scowled at me and exhaled resignedly.

Stop crying, no one is going to kill you.

So let me go, ”I whisper chokingly, swallowing tears.

Before you had to think. I’m a maniac in your opinion, which means I must take you to my maniac den. And fix your wacky skirt at last!

She shuddered and, embarrassed, quickly lowered her skirt down. Lord, how embarrassing it is! From the words, I understood abnormally that they were not going to let me go, but about the maniac, I did not believe it. He said it too casually and ironically. But why would he need me then?

Something hummed beneath us, making me screech in fright. A pleasant male voice rang out from above.

Get ready, please. We leave in thirty seconds.

Thank you, Albert, ”the psycho said, unexpectedly polite. “Better close your eyes,” he advised, and closed his own.

I shrank, but I dared to ask.

Where are we going?

Visit me, ”the joker chuckled. - I live next to me, in another world. You'll like it.

She closed her eyes in horror and swallowed, praying that they would let me go and return to Earth. She decided to postpone the hysteria, because it might not be safe on the ship, especially when the countdown began. At the last moment, I thought that I had not warned my sister: Albina would be very worried when she returned from training.

Imar

She bit me, a puzzled thought beat in my head while I looked at the already perfectly smooth skin. But quite recently there was a crimson cast of perfectly straight teeth.

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