A pointless day like any other. Mc woke up went to work came back and was lying on his bed. A silver light caught his eye, his best (and only) friend: a silver butterfly.
It flew over to him. He held out his hand smiling softly. It fluttered its beautifully nearly transparent wigs, "I know San-lang, but I'm not too hungry" he didn't know where the name came from, he didn't even grow up in china, he has never seen the name anywhere, it just... came to him.
San-lang flattered his wings again; "it's not like we have food anyway." He huffed out, but before the butterfly could even flap his wings again everything went black.
He opened his eyes feeling a hard rough surface against his back. "Hello!" Mc started, and looked up.
A 6 or 7 foot man stood in-front of him with 6 man of similar unusually tall heights.
"Ah apologizes, did I startle you?" Mc reached into the slit in his shirt and felt a soft wing touch his finger. San-lang was, as always, with him. He breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't know why but whenever San-Lang was with him he felt safe. He knew it was stupid considering, San-lang, was in fact a butterfly. But still.
He looked back to the man, saying nothing. "My name is Lord Diavolo I'm the current demon kings son." Mc felt a shock wave go through him. Demon king? He said nothing. If this was the underworld then he needed to be careful; just because he wanted to die doesn't mean he wants it to be painful! "And the man next to me is Lucifer the avatar of pride." He spoke motioning to the man on his left, a taller raven haired fella who stood tall and prideful, "And this is my butler Barbatos." He motioned to the respectable looking man on his right.
Mc wobbly stood to pay his respects to the high class looking men. "Mc. My name is mc, no last name, just mc." He introduced himself trying to stay as calm as possible.
"No last name? Is that even possible in the human world, don't you need a last name to get a job?" A blonde boy who was sitting at a long surprisingly spotless table, he didn't even have a single wrinkle on his clothing, they looked straight out of the dry cleaners. "I make one up. I can do that if you what a last name." Lord Diavolo shook his head with a laugh, "No need!"
The rest of the men were introduced, and he was assigned to a bodyguard, of sorts. Who was the worst bodyguard mc had ever seen, and that's saying a lot considering he's never seen a bodyguard in his life.
His "bodyguard" was ranting on and on about something mc had zero interest in. "Oi! Are y'a listen'n!?"
"Hm? Oh, no." Mc said bluntly; the demon gasped obviously deeply offended. "How dare you human!" Mc tuned him out again he was used to his type. The type who thought they were better then the rest, just because their rich.
"Anyway we're here." Mc looked forward at a huge house. His chest tightened. He hated big houses. His orphanage looked identical to this. "Ok, where am I staying?" The "bodyguard" whose name was Mammon looked at him. "Here. Jeez, y'a really don't listen." He walked forward pulling out a huge key that fit the huge lock. And ushered mc in.
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The boy protected by red (On hiatus)
Fiksi Penggemar(M!mc x obey me x tgcf) Mc was a boy with nothing going in his life he had a miserable childhood, a miserably boring job, and no money. He had nothing going for him, nothing to live for but he lived just because he was too lazy to do anything about...
