Shin Megami Tensei IV OC Fic

Emergence

A demon materialized as I tapped the stock on my gauntlet screen, thick, leathery ruby color covering its serpentine, lithe body & grand wings, all six sets of them, its undersides were a rich violet, faded through with veins of grey. Long hooked claws on the tips of each wing seemed its only weapon until it looked at me, six abysmal eyes, slit pupiled, blinking as it yawned, no molars in sight, but polished ivory blades, easily skirted by a whiplike forked tongue. It coiled its body, gripping the walls of my empty room with its claws. There were dark, thin stripes down its length, a shade of violet as well, I observed. 

"You are not my master." It said in a strangely angelic voice, high yet resonant in my ears. 

Its eyes narrowed. Mine widened. I placed my shaking hand on the hilt of my blade. I gripped the hilt tightly, turning my fear into resolve. 

"I am a Samurai of the Eastern Kingdom of Mikado, and as of now, I am your master." I said, with what I thought was a considerable amount of force in my tone. 

A soft chur of laughter shook the demon, its body shimmering from the movement. It landed on my floor with a loud thump, its thick tail dragging through the dust. I pulled my sword out of its sheath, the metal singing as it hit the air. With a quick flap of the demon's powerful wings, the blade flew out of my hand, clattering to the ground as if it were nothing but a child's toy. I flinched, my blood roaring in my ears as it came closer, tongue flicking between closed lips with a seemingly impossible ease. I backed up, hitting the wall. Would I die on my first day as a Samurai? Would the masters come to find my mangled body?

'One step closer' I thought. 'And I'm dead.'

I raised my arm up to my face, protecting it temporarily from the inevitable agony it would soon face. The red demon inhaled, its face only centimeters away from mine. Then, it stopped. Rearing up on its back, I thought it would surely strike, but instead, it looked at the screen of my gauntlet, held up as a guard, and let out a hiss of frustration.

"Damn! Damn those Samurai for using my master's gauntlet for a novice! Thrice damned fools, this Prentice truly is my master!" It spat, the last word but a curse on its lips.

I breathed a sigh of relief, slumping on the floor. The demon couldn't kill me.

"I demand of thee the name which Hell hath gifted you, demon." I said, reciting the textbook I had read in the library, the one bound in human skin.

His six indigo eyes rolled at me. "You're awfully new aren't you? Straight from 'Spirits And Their Worke Moste Foul'. A rather old one that. A classic in my opinion, but definitely a bit restrictive, too formal for my tastes." He slunk closer to me and I protested, surprised at his reference to the encyclopedia I had recently devoured. His tongue flickered out of his mouth like smoke.