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One Suzuki Iruma, having grown up putting his life on the line for his parents while doing multiple dangerous jobs, understandably had a lot of scars.

This in itself wasn’t a strange occurrence in the demon world- Lots of adult demons had scars.

However, it was strange that a young kid like Iruma would have amassed so many, considering that most demons thought he lived a relatively sheltered life spoiled by his overprotective grandfather.

Children in the demon world were considered precious, no matter how bratty they may act.

This, however, as our dear readers may know, does not necessarily apply to the human world.

Iruma, having been groomed at a young age to accept all forms of abuse, on top of his already extreme people-pleaser personality, didn’t know (or more likely just didn't comprehend that it applied to himself) that his upbringing was an unacceptable way for a child to be treated.

From shady businesses, to black companies (Companies who break labor laws and abuse their employees), Iruma-kun didn't know ( or if he did, he just didn’t say anything because all he wanted to do was make his parents happy ) child labor was illegal in Japan. 

It all came to a head when his parents dipped their toes into human trafficking and sold him off to the demon Sullivan.

Iruma considered that to be the best thing his parents had ever done for him.

Well, the only thing his parents had ever done for him really.

He had a loving family now, made up of his grandfather, whatever Opera was to him ( ‘A big brother’ , Iruma had decided one day), friends surrounding him on all sides.

Hell, even his enemies he considered to be apart of his family- They definitely were better than his actual blood family, that was sure.

Children were seen as sacred in the demon world. 

So the pale lines wrapping up from Iruma’s fingers to his rarely exposed upper arms drew attention.

Other students thought he had gotten in some strange badass battle; Teachers wondered how a sheltered rich kid had gotten wounds in the overprotective Chair Demon’s care.

Those few who actually knew of Iruma’s true origins wondered where exactly Sullivan had gotten this kid and what he had had to go through to get those scars.

However, what the general population of the demons surrounding Iruma couldn’t’ve known was the true horrors that lay hidden under clothes and blue hair.

From a horn-searing job for horned farm animals, he had scars on his head from when the hot searing device burned him; An adult, drunk and hatred-filled, had found it funny one night to scald two wounds into the crown of Iruma’s head.

Oddly reminiscent of where his horns would’ve been had Iruma been born a demon.

He got a giant rip-esque scar on the middle of his back between his scapula- From something on a risky construction job hitting his back and tearing the skin away.

It was right where it would be if he had been born with a demon’s wing roots.

He had a scar on his tail bone- It was an unfortunate injury caused by falling while surviving out in the wilderness when he was very young. 

His parents had kicked him out of the house at a very young age and left him to fend for himself in the mountains of Japan.

If he had been born a demon, that’s where his tail would’ve been located.

Needless to say, these are all very concerning looking injuries in the demon world.

This is the story of how people found out about his scars.

His classmates had all found out around the same time, considering it was a break in between classes when it happened.

Iruma had been sitting next to Lied, Asmodeus and Clara having gone just outside of the classroom to fetch something for ‘their dear Iruma-kun’ in a weird fit of possessive competition. 

Iruma sighed tiredly and slumped over into Lied’s lap- The blonde in question reaching one hand down to pat his friend’s head while still playing his game with one hand. 

Stroking his hand through the blue locks, Lied occasionally scratched at Iruma’s scalp using his long nails- Making the small teen below him sigh in contentedness and nuzzle further into the blonde’s legs.

This wasn’t an unusual occurrence in the class- Iruma had laid lap pillow style in all of his classmates' laps at one point or another.

And can you blame them for giving into that urge?

Irumas hair was just so… fluffy!

While essentially performing a one handed deep scalp massage, Lied suddenly froze .

“U-uh-” The gamer’s nimble fingers danced around in a certain spot on Iruma’s head, leading the human to let out a questioning noise.

The class, having had learnt after a while that that noise from Iruma meant something big was going to happen, looked over to where the two were sat- Only to witness Lied’s confused expression slowly slip into one of horror.

Iruma yelped as his head was frantically- yet gently - turned to the other side, and slightly shaking fingers explored the other side, looking for a matching feature.

Lieds fingers froze.

So did the rest of him.

For a solid 30 seconds, the normally energetic gamer was still.

Then he seemed to come to a conclusion and his face fell into pure terror.

He pulled the boy laying in his lap up by the shoulders with a frantic panicked kind of strength not many would expect the laid back demon to have- The blue haired trouble magnet yelped as he was yanked up to look Lied in the face.

”Iruma! h-How did you get those scars-”

“W-what?”

“You-you’ve got…… what happened to yo-your h-horns? ” A panicked Lied exclaimed, and everything clicked into place for the rest of the room’s occupants.

Iruma’s horns had been removed.

For the context of the readers, horns are a typical trademark of demons. 

So are tails and wings- However, unlike wings, not all demons have horns. 

There are only 2 reasons why a demon would be missing their horns;

Reason one would be they simply weren't born with them- Either their ‘species’ (For the lack of a better term) didn't have them, or they had a genetic reason or an illness where they simply just weren't born with them or were lost for medical reasons. 

Reason 2 is torture- Simply put, losing ones horns outside of medical reasons is seen as a horrific crime against ones person. 

While losing their horns isn't on the level of losing one’s wings, it's still an offense to the demon and their demonic rights. 

Losing wings is a whole different story entirely and will be discussed in another chapter.

The fact is, Iruma was missing his horns.

Now, he didn't have horns to begin with, but few people in the school knew that; And what had happened to him to gain those scars was still a horrid affair in itself. 

Lied, in an attempt to convince himself that his cheerful, sheltered classmate hadn't went through Reason 2 of missing horn causes, was desperately clutching onto the front of Iruma’s uniform, nearly in tears.

“Eh? My horns? Wha- Oh! ” Iruma suddenly got what Lied was talking about when he reached up to feel his own scalp.

“Yeah. Those…” Iruma trailed off, straightening up and shifting to sit more comfortably on Lied’s lap. 

Lied gulped, Iruma was talking pretty softly and he could see their classmates concerned glances at them. 

As Iruma started telling Lied what had happened for him to gain said scars, a loud distraction came in the form of the returning two thirds of the ‘Love Trio’ coming back with arms ladened with canned drinks. 

In a cacophony of loud voices, no one could listen in on the two boy’s conversation in the back of the classroom. 

They did , however, notice Lied’s face slowly drain of its parlor. 

With each line that Iruma spoke, Lied looked more and more nauseous. 

When they finally cornered Lied after classes ended and got the story out of him (Iruma had given his permission for Lied to tell them- Iruma himself didn't want to be the one to tell the story).

And after the story had been told?

They too , felt sick.

Iruma had said that his grandfather already knew ( And he did ) so they didn't feel the need to tell any teachers about it- A mistake that would haunt them in the future .

They never could have anticipated that Iruma was hiding even worse scars beneath his clothes- Losing one's horns was already bad enough but all of his supposed demonly traits?

.....

However, that story will be told in due time.

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As stated in the previous chapter, a demon losing their wings is a huge deal.

Whether it be through an accident, a medical procedure, sickness, or torture, it always will be and always has been, a huge deal.

The human equivalent to this would be a person losing the ability to move with their legs. To demons, wings are their ‘legs’.

Yes, demons use their legs; But unlike humans, demons use their wings more. 

Iruma is well aware of this- Asmodeus and Clara had voiced their thoughts on many occasions about this- ‘Why walk when you could just fly, Iruma-kun?’.  

It wasn't that Iruma didn't want to fly, because rest assured- He Did ; It was just that he had no wings to do so with.

Iruma, in fact, found flying to be quite a relaxing endeavor to do- Opera and Sullivan often indulged their ward in this past time. 

Seeing Iruma’s smile and genuine enjoyment of soaring through the air warmed both demons' hearts.

This takes us to this particular day in the demon world.

Unlike what most readers are thinking- No , we are not starting with one Shichiro Balam discovering Iruma’s lack of wings while patting Iruma on the back during a lesson.

Instead, we shall be starting several weeks earlier, in the Misfits’ classroom.

Much like how Balam found out, the Misfits finding out began with Jazz patting Iruma on the back- Much to Asmodeus’ chagrin, that is.

Jazz, having patted a lot of demons on the back, immediately felt something was off. 

Did this kid just have very small wing roots?

Cuz Jazz couldn't feel any .

He hoped Iruma just had small wings- After the now dubbed ‘horn incident’ a few weeks ago, he hoped that the kid that was quickly shaping up to be like his little brother hadn't gone through the horrid trauma of losing his wings.

“...Iruma?”

“Yeah, what can I help you with, Jazz-kun?”

“...Can I look at your back?”

Immediately Iruma started sweating.

Jazz’s hopes of small wings fell .

“U-uh…why?”

Jazz, while he felt bad using this tactic, needed answers. 

You see, Jazz recently had been observing his classmate.

He had discovered that there were certain phrases that Iruma literally could not refuse.

“Iruma-kun, please…I beg of you..” Jazz saw Iruma gulp, before starting to unbutton his school shirt.

“MY GREATEST RIVAL,, WHAT ART THOU DOING?” Sabro’s booming voice echoed through the classroom, drawing the occupant’s attention. 

Iruma’s shirt was already halfway up his torso, and apparently the scars on his arms continued to be scattered down the rest of his body.

To explain the next sequence of events that happened, you , the reader, must understand where everyone in the classroom was situated.

Jazz and Iruma were together in the furthest corner of the room, Jazz dragged Iruma there after feeling his back. 

Iruma’s back was to Jazz, his attention having been drawn to Sabro- He had turned around to look at said mountain of a man.

The rest of the class was more or less gathered in the opposite corner of the room, more spread out, but generally they had been clustered together because Lied had challenged everyone to an arm wrestling contest. 

Sabro had departed from the conglomerate after winning against Lied to round up his training classmates that hadn’t joined the group. 

Clara followed him, a few steps from jumping on the giant’s back and summiting ‘Mt. Sabnock’.

So, Iruma’s front was facing Sabro, while his back was facing Jazz. 

Sabro went silent, concerned knitting his eyebrows into a worried sweater. 

Jazz’s normally tan complexion went ghostly.

Iruma finished pulling off his shirt, and looked up.

The whole room’s eyes were on him.

“Irumakins? Where did you get those scars?” Clara spoke up, sharp shark teeth gnawing on her bottom lip.

“Oh, these? I got them from various jobs.”

This statement confused the class- Wasn't Iruma a sheltered rich kid? 

They were under the impression that Iruma had never worked a day in his life, so what ‘jobs’ had Iruma had to endure to collect scars?

“I-Iruma?” Jazz’s shaken voice spoke from behind Iruma.

Iruma.

Turned.

Around.

And suddenly The class knew what had shaken Jazz up so much.

Iruma’s back was so much more scarred than his front. 

And in between his shoulder blades?

A giant scar going down the center of his spine. 

Iruma-kun had no wings.

Chaos broke loose. 

However, no one could address what they just saw due to the fact that the school’s bell rang, and Kalego walked in.

Without looking around, he snapped “Iruma, put your shirt back on. No one wants to see what pathetic muscles you’ve gained in the past few months.”

Iruma yelped out a “Yes sir, Sorry sir” before struggling to hastily put his shirt back on.

Jazz ended up helping Iruma with that.

Due to Iruma running off whenever someone mentioned the event, none of the inhabitants of the Misfit Class could get any answers. 

And so the subject of Iruma’s missing wings lay dormant until right before the final exams of the first term.

As readers know, Iruma went to Dali’s classroom to study history only to be stuck with the teacher known as Shichiro Balam.

Balam teaches the class about humans, and goes to Iruma to feel for wings only to find that Iruma has none .

Balam then runs out of the classroom Iruma in hand to the teachers lounge to tell the others what he had found.

He’s met with scoffs.

However, unlike what happened in canon, Alikred didn't make those fake wings in time.

Unlike canon, Iruma here has scars.

So when Alikred failed to form those tiny wings, he also failed to cover up Iruma’s scars.

And so, Iruma’s shirt was ruthlessly pulled up.

The teachers lounge went still.

Tears pricked at Balam’s eyes.

’How could this have happened to a demon so young-’

To explain what Balam means, Iruma’s giant scar matches up coincidentally with scars that were seen in the last great demon war- Scars that were consistent with a demon’s wings having been mercilessly ripped from their back. 

It was a practice that even the most morally lacking demons saw as horrendous.

To take a demon's wings was an unthinkable crime.

And so, it was outlawed after the war; it wasn't even taught in classes. 

Only those with a Master degree in The Study of Torture, and hence were certified by a certain board to be mentally stable, were allowed to read books that described that certain torture practice.

Losing one's wings took a toll on a demon’s mental health, many who suffered this fate during the war later took their own life due to complications either from their wounds or their mental health.

It was a trauma that even the most mentally strong adults had a hard time dealing with.

And a, quite frankly wimpy, teen had done what many battle hardened adult demons couldn't.

Needless to say, seeing such scars in a literal child knocked the breath out of those present for the whole situation.

Iruma had quickly wiggled his way out of Balam’s hold and pulled his shirt back down, before shooting off a panicked “I-I’ll be off now bye see you later-” and darting out of the lounge.

He left horrified adults in his wake, too frozen to do anything but stare ahead blankly.

Later that same day, Naberius Kalego was called into that infernal Principal's office with Balam.

It was there that he learned that his most troublesome student had gone through one of the worst things that could happen to any demon. 

The torture of having one’s wings pulled out of their spine.

And Kalego had pushed that wingless student over the side of a cliff on the third day of school.

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One thing Asmodeus Alice had noticed during the now dubbed ‘ Wing Incident ’ that fateful day in class was the scar starting at a little above his Master’s back dimples and dipping below the waistband of the school’s uniform.

The entire incident had been hanging around in the class’ minds since that day like a bad case of the hiccups.

While there were what seemed like a millennia of scars on their resident Official Trouble Magnet™‘s  back, this one in particular stuck out to the pink haired menace.

It just didn't sit right with him.

Could Iruma also be missing his tail?

Did someone essentially strip his master of every trait that makes a demon, a demon?

Or is this some insane coincidence?

…If his Master was missing his tail, it would explain the insane clumsiness Iruma seemed to possess….

The only one who could answer these questions would be Iruma himself- And Asmodeus braced himself to ask Iruma these questions.

Iruma had come into class in his Evil Cycle.

Which Asmodeus could never have predicted.

Although he was loving how confident his Master seemed, this…Version… Of Iruma probably wouldn't give him any answers.

However, Fortune favors the bold, and Asmodeus had come to school looking for answers.

“Master Iruma?”

The teen who had just stared down Kalego and came out unscathed looked up at him, ‘hmming’ to show he was acknowledging Asmodeus.

“I-I noticed a certain scar on ….. that day ....I was wondering…..” At this point Asmodeus had the whole class’s attention “....If your tail was still in-tact.”

Clara, who had been resting in Iruma’s lap ( No , Asmodeus wasn't jealous of her …. Okay that was a lie- ) looked up at Iruma, an out of place concern written on her normally excited face.

“Ah yes. That .” Asmodeus pretended not to see his classmates literally leaning closer to hear the blue teen’s response.

Asmodeus gulped.

“Hmmm…You see….” Kamui fell out of his seat leaning too far “I lost it in an accident when I was young.” 

“ Oh thank god- ” The whole class breathed a sigh of relief.

“Excuse you?” A startled Irumean asked, feeling offended.

“I'm just glad you weren't tortured like you were with your horns, Master Iruma!”

“...Still hurt though…” Iruma grumbled, going back to whatever he was reading.

When later asked about it, the entirety of the Misfit class would say that it now made so much sense why Iruma seemed to be cursed with unholy clumsiness- He was missing a demon’s main balancer; His tail!

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If there was one thing that Shax Lied noticed about his friend and fellow classmate Suzuki Iruma, it was that the boy would put up with anything.

Including wearing dresses, or skirts, or just things considered ‘girly’ in general, when other mainly masculine-aligned teens their age (including Lied himself) would feel embarrassed to wear such things.

Unfortunately for Lied, their teacher Barbatos Bachiko, made both him and Iruma constantly dress up in feminine-considered clothes.

It was upon one such occasion when he asked Iruma why the blue haired boy seemed to not be embarrassed while wearing such flowing clothing.

Specifically, it happened right after Bachiko let them go for the day- Still dress-clad and dolled up, they were walking to Iruma’s battler to change and go home finally. 

Through the winding halls they walked, from tower to courtyard and back to tower again, properly navigating through Babyls Academy was truly a feat to behold.

And yet, Iruma seemed to be a natural at it.

Lied just stacked it up to his classmate having grown up around Babyls thanks to him being the chair demons grandson.

Of course, as the readers know, that is not true.

The true reason to why Iruma was so good at navigating the maze-like halls of Bablys Academy was due to two reasons;

One was the fact that a good percentage of Iruma’s childhood was spent out in the wilderness fending for himself- which in itself is a feat for a properly trained adult to achieve.

But for a child with little to no schooling much less survival knowledge, is truly a miracle.

Iruma, amidst surviving the elements and the animals trying to kill him, found time to figure out a method of navigating areas that had a penchant for looking the same no matter where he looked.

For example, he would be able to find his way out of a forest if he walked in.

That is to say, his navigational instincts was that of a carrier pigeon’s homing instinct.

The direct opposite of Roronoa Zoro’s directional sense.

Needless to say, you would want Iruma on your field trip group if your tour group got lost in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere. 

And two, undiagnosed PTSD.

The amount of trauma Iruma had been exposed to growing up was immense, and in course with trauma comes trauma responses.

Iruma was riddled with trauma responses, one of which being that he was constantly looking for escape routes no matter where he was.

Of course, there was no way Lied could know that.

But I digress, let us continue on with the story.

“Hey Iruma?” Lied asked as the two plodded on towards the room that the Magical Apparatus Battler resided.

“Hmm?” Iruma turned his head to look at Lied and -

‘Oh devi why does he gotta be so cute-’

Lied promptly felt an arrow be shot through his heart.

However, there was no time to dwell on that!

Iruma was looking at Lied expectantly, waiting patiently for a question while they trekked on, the only sound the swishing of their skirts on their dresses. 

“Lied?” Iruma prompted the blonde boy.

“Eh? Oh.. sorry. I wanted to ask you something.”

“Oh? What is it?” 

“You don't seem bothered by wearing girl’s clothes, dude; Can I ask why?” Lied, without beating around the bush, asked forthright.

“Ah. That. ” Iruma seemed a bit uncomfortable with the inquiry, so Lied tacked on:

“You don't gotta answer the question if it makes you uncomfortable, man”

“No, no! It's fine! It was just….. Unexpected. I can answer your question!” The blue haired boy was definitely uncomfortable, but not enough to not answer the question it seemed. 

“Growing up, I always had to work. My parents wouldn’t, so I had to. One of the things I would sometimes do was dress up as a girl- cuz ‘ Homeless little girls make more money than homeless little boys’; That's what my parents told me, anyways. Nowadays, I just see clothes as what they are; Clothes. No gender attached to it, only fiber woven into a shape and sewn together. That's why I seem so natural in girls clothing- I'm just used to it. PlusmeandAzzand ClaradresseduptobetheopeningactforKuromuthatonetimeanywaysillseeyabye”

And with that, the panicking hiding human sped away, leaving Lied standing there stunned in his dust.

Turns out, the thought of Iruma having any guardian past his Grandfather had never crossed the minds of any of the Abnormal Classes minds, as Lied mentally screamed:

‘Wait…. Iruma has parents ?!’

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Much like Lied, most of Bablys school was under the impression that Iruma was a spoiled (If not kind) rich kid.

So when the Harvest Festival came up, and it was revealed that all participating classes would have to survive a certain amount of time in a mock up jungle, most were eyeing Iruma as an easy target.

Unfortunately for them, Iruma had spent most of his childhood years wandering the mountainous Japanese wilderness, scavenging anything he could to survive- It had taken a toll on him physically;

His growth was stunted and his bones weak from untreated fractures amongst other issues, but the main point is that

This.

Was.

I ruma’s.

Arena.  

Over the years, Iruma had gotten comfortable surviving in the wilderness- So much so that he could typically survive in places that professionally trained wilderness survival enthusiasts wouldn't. 

To be honest, most of this was due to his insane luck. 

Part of it was due to a certain defensive mechanism his brain created to protect him from the trauma of dealing with the towering trees, cold nights, hungry days, and psychological torture that came with being isolated in the woods. 

And the first thing Iruma did when he ran into that jungle?

Iruma slipped away.

Let another take control.

First on the agenda of survival? Food.

Second was water and shelter. 

Third was protection, and so on and so forth.

At the very end of that list was community; That is , socialization. 

When Lied followed Iruma into that jungle, he was very confused as to why his normally clumsy classmate was suddenly excelling- Gracefully maneuvering through the tangled maze of roots and debris that made up the arena floor. 

He was more so confused when Iruma promptly found a place to settle down and cook.

To say he was amused to see that they had collectively eaten both of their given allotment of food was a false statement, though.

However, Iruma seemed to have a plan so he let it go.

Over the course of the tournament, Lied was shocked that the amount of times Iruma had spoken could be counted on one hand. 

Even when confronted with an aggressor, Iruma would rather run than talk, it seemed.

There was one thing of note, though.

The amount of consumable sustenance Iruma collected everyday.

The amount was staggering - Daily, a huge pile of food lay in the center of their camp by midday at the very latest.

Nevermind that over half of it was used for eating, the surmised amount was staggering considering this tiny, fragile, seemingly ‘rich and sheltered’ kid gathered it daily. 

It wasn't until one fight that Iruma disappeared from Lied's view for Iruma’s attitude to change yet again.

He disappeared the cold, survival-focused power house he had been for weeks now, and came back his usual goofy self. 

The flip in personality was jarring for Lied- He had been living with this… Robotic, almost... Lifeless… Iruma for at least a week now, maybe more-

“ Seriously! It was like Iruma wasn't living- He was only going through the motions of surviving!” Lied later revealed to his curious classmates.

Irum a, however, took it in stride.

He had resurfaced during… The incident ... And, quite honestly?

He wasn't keen on remembering his time during the festival. 

All he knew is that he became aware again over halfway through the event, and ended up pulling through and winning. (Somehow.)

When asked by his friends how he adapted so well to the wilderness, all Iruma had to say for it was to scratch the back of his neck and stammer:

“W-well, I-I spent a lot of time outside as a kid…”

The event would forever stay immortalized in those witnessing the event's memories, chaperoning teachers unsettled, students haunted by Iruma’s hollow eyes.

A certain student named ‘ Coco ’ was one of the most affected, though. 

Whatever he had heard echoing up from deep in the chasm in that cave had deeply affected him on a psychological level.

He could no longer look at Iruma in the same light anymore.

However, that story is for another time.

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It was nearing the end of the Harvest Festival when a significant event that would change how the school saw Iruma happened.

After Iruma came across and rescued Naphula in the tunnels under the jungle, after he and Naphula faced Toto the Djinn, and even after they received the seed of truth, both our blue haired protagonist and his very stinky companion came across a particular glowing cavern. 

Glowing stones adorned the walls and ceilings, like something you’d see in a National Geographic documentary about the glowworms in New Zealand.

As both sentient beings traversed this luminescent cave, they did not know that an unknown figure was watching them from the shadows, waiting for the perfect time to strike.

Iruma was having a wonderful time jumping from boulder to boulder, helping his new friend Naphula when they needed assistance.

It was as he pulled himself up over the side of a particularly high boulder’s edge that he heard voices he thought he’d never hear again sound off.

“Iruma, my boy!”

“We finally found you!”

Iruma froze.

W h a t .

“How have you been!”

“Your mother and father have been living their best lives!”

No, no. nononononononononono-

N o !

This couldn't be happening.

Iruma was finally happy for once.

He finally had people who cared about him for once in his miserable life.

They couldn't take that away from him… Right?

…right?

As our blue haired protagonist was monologuing, his parents had finished ‘telling’ (more like speaking AT him) Iruma their new ‘get rich quick’ scheme. 

Something about pyramids and selling scorpions at a food stall.

“Come Iruma, let's go home!”

W H A T .

“No!” The desperate cry tore from the blue haired boy's throat, a guttural desperate plea ripping through the darkness of the cave.

The two shitty parents were very quick to guilt trip and gaslight their own son, leaving him reeling in despair.

It was only when his ‘parents’ merged together into a giant indigo blob that he started back pedaling, forgetting that he was on a cliffside.

And down.

                              Down,

                                                    Down,

                                                                                             Down, 

                                                                                                                    He fell.

Disappearing out of Naphula’s vision.

It was only then that the unknown figure from before stepped out from the shadows.

Unlike in canon, though, Orobas stayed to ensure the job was finished.

The resident hidden human of the underworld woke up at the bottom of the chasm, quickly noticing that his left leg was throbbing in pain.

Sitting up and assessing the situation, Iruma only  had seconds to compartmentalize before Orobas' bloodline ability activated again.

From the darkness, appeared two familiar friendly faces- Oddly, they were uncharacteristically frowning at Iruma.

‘ Human’ had always been a word that had haunted Iruma since his arrival in the Devildom.

He had tried so hard to keep it a secret.

But it hurt nonetheless when his so-called ‘friends’ - Not that they were the real thing- were turning their backs on him because of his biology.

It also hurt when Ameri told him off for something he couldn't control being born as.

Kalego seemingly appeared next, Iruma numbly listening to his words. 

Then, his beloved Grandfather and Opera.

Initially, the blue haired bowman was glad to see them, but that quickly changed when it was revealed that his Grandfather -who had begged  Iruma to be his grandson- was going to give him back to his parents.

Iruma’s breaking point came when his parents showed up again. 

They spouted some bullshit, infuriating Iruma to the point of losing his temper.

Let it be known that one Suzuki Iruma has the patience of a saint, HOWEVER!

This was too much.

This was the straw that broke the camel's back.

“Come back with us, Iru-”

“SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!”

Silence fell.

“I'm not going back with you! I’d never go back with you! You both treated me like…Like I was your personal bank when I was younger, I grew up fending for myself in the woods when I was little! You used me as bait to catch giant sharks! YOU SOLD ME OFF TO A DEMON!”

That last admittance bounces up the walls of the cavern, but Iruma was too angry to care about anyone possibly hearing at that point.

“You are not my parents. You aren't even my family, I'd take living here over going back to you any day of the week. You made my life a living hell. And now I'm in hell, and it's been the best thing that ever happened to me. So fuck off and LEAVE ME ALONE!” 

And with that, Iruma stormed off, deeper into the cavern, not caring that he was most likely injuring his leg injury even more than it already was.

“YOU SOLD ME OFF TO A DEMON!” the admittance echoed around the cavern, leading all creatures on the boulder above to freeze .

Orobas had heard a lot of messed up confessions when activating his bloodline.

But this?

This.

This coming from a schoolmate so young.

This coming from the so called 'spoiled grandson of the school principle'

This took the cake for being the worst thing he had overheard.

Afterall,

what demon parent would sell their precious child off to another?

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Iruma ate more food than a regular demon.

This was a well known fact.

every school lunch, demons would gather up to see the absolute spectacle that had become Iruma eating lunch- Jazz had even started a betting ring around the who ordeal.

The amount of food that the small disguised human could pack away was quite frankly, frightening.

That is, it would be frightening if Iruma was a demon in the first place. 

Here's the honest truth; Hell's food is much less filling than human food. 

It cant stand up to the might of human stomach acid. 

That is why Iruma has to eat so much of it. 

Pair that with the fact he most definitely has disordered eating and food insecurity, he eats exorbitant amounts of food.

The atoms or whatever demon equivalent that its called down in hell just cant stand up the acidity, it seems.

This usually isn't a problem if said stomach contents stay contained within Iruma.

However, when he becomes sick, that stomach acid also becomes a curse.

Everyone is familiar with demons eating humans, correct?

Well what if a human ate a demon?

We've already established that demonic foods and meats cant stand up to human stomach acid.

Demons are likely not going to stand up against it well, either.

Which is why, when Iruma one day caught the flu and was... 'Tossing his cookies', so to speak, he accidentally burnt poor Opera.

Stomach contents are gross to get on you on their own, but having them physically hurt you as well? 

Much less human bile?

Well, it was always thought that demons were stronger than humans, but I guess not in this regard.

That day, Opera gained a new fear. 

Who could've thought that something human in origin could be stronger than a demon.....

After all, humans were supposed to be weak.