𝙼𝚢 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙳𝚊𝚍 𝙸𝚜 𝙰𝚗 𝙸𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙸𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚝

Oh no...

Third person POV: 

A while later Iruma sat in the principal's office under the watchful gaze of Sullivan, the chairdemon. As the boy squirmed in his seat Delkira, in his disguise, walked in to check up on his 'son'. He really hoped the magical glasses were enough to fool Sullivan. He absolutely did not want to be dragged back to work himself.

"Ah, you must be young Iruma's father. My, the resemblance is uncanny." Said Sullivan

Iruma almost fell off his chair and Delkira was sweating bullets big enough to flood half of the room. Metaphorically speaking. 

"Bad bad Iruma-kun! No fighting other students on the first day!" Sullivan scolded playfully. 

He held up a finger to get everybody's attention, making both Iruma and Derkila go cross eyed for a moment. 

"I will not expel young Iruma, but I can not overlook this incident. As his father I expect you to make sure this won't happen again, uh..." 

"Arikled. Ari for short. Nice to meet you Mr. principal sir!" 

Sullivan hesitated a moment. He looked thoughtful.

"Have we... met before?" he asked eventually. 

"Nope! Well, maybe? I'm just a single father with a lovely son. Iruma won't get into fights again, right Iru-boy?" 

"Yes sir!" 

Before Sullivan could reply the door flew open and Alice entered with a most serious expression on his face. The pink demon's fists were clenched and his red eyes looked like volcanic rubies. For how soft and lovely his color scheme was, Asmodeus looked terrifying. 

Then he bowed. Before Iruma. On the floor and really deep. 

"You defeated me. I bow down before your power, and as per netherworld law, hereby submit to you. I shall be your servant from now on, master Iruma." He gravely said, but then he perked right back up and smiled brightly, "I shall burn everyone in your path to greatness sir! With me by your side the whole school will be at your command!" 

"Wha-" 

A strong and healthy laugh echoed through the room as Delkira patted Iruma on the back.

"Good job, kiddo! Now get over there I need a picture! You too, Sa-chan! - yes just like that, devi~. Now say: hellfire!" 

Nobody would ever be able to decipher what was yelled in that moment, but the picture taken was a true treasure for the finger-snapping scrapbook. 

However, after the two students and strange single father left, Sullivan felt the blood in his veins freeze for a moment.

'Sa-chan? No one has called me that since...' Sullivan thought to himself

His mustache twitched. He had to get Iruma alone to ask some questions. If he was who he thought he was then he would finally get the one thing he desired most. Opera would deal with the reconnaissance and details. For now, Sullivan needed to plot.

Who was Iruma? And what was this Arikled hiding?