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"........hm." the leader muttered.

"Oh! What about the computer lab?" one of them asked.

"He's been seen hanging around THERE a lot. AND it's close by! Just down the hall." they reasoned.

"Good idea! Let's go!" the 'leader' replied.

With that, the entire group did a 180, and raced out of the library, leaving it as silent and empty as before.

A few seconds later, the boy's head popped out from behind the desk, and his eyes scanned the area, as if to see if the coast was truly clear.

The one that seemed to be the 'leader' of the group spoke to her.

"Hey." they said.

"Did you see a boy come in here?" she asked.

"Dreamy black hair, cool grey eyes, light skin?" she asked even further.

"Wearing torn jeans and a 'Skull-Jager' tee-shirt?" another asked from behind her.

"We saw him come in this direction, is he around here?" they asked her even further.

Just before she got to the door, it swung open, and a very panicked boy slipped inside. He had grey eyes, jet-black hair, and pale skin. And he looked really panicked.

He looked around, before his eyes rested on the girl. He froze when he saw her... but they both then heard about a dozen footsteps headed in the same direction.

Towards them.

The boy suddenly became panicked once more, and looked around again, before noticing that the librarian was away from her desk, probably reshelving books somewhere.

He looked over towards the girl, and gulped.

"You never saw me." was all he said, before he raced over towards the desk, and hid behind it, completely out of view... as the stampeding steps seemed to come right towards the door.

Azazel just chuckled lightly.

"Heh, yeah." he said.

"Well... I'm going to go get a belt or something to help conceal this." he told her, gesturing to his body.

"Thanks for showing these to me." he went on, handing her the clips back.

"But... well... guess I need to show this place who... and what... I really." he finished.

He then left the room, and Miki could see there was more confidence in his posture and stride already.

Something had gotten through. And it was only a matter of time before it flourished.

Azazel's eyes widened when he heard that.

"Right! D'uh!" he exclaimed.

"I've met one like her in the past, and she looks NOTHING like her!" he said.

He then sighed, and took off the clips, letting the horns show again.

"...maybe I can finally stop concentrating on this..." he muttered, as he seemed to let out a long sigh, and Miki felt a release of energy and mana.

It was then that his human skin seemed to crack and peel away, revealing a skin that seemed to be made of pure black, with various 'cracks' of red running through him, and a long tail grew out from behind him, with his eyes seeming to be red orbs floating in empty dark sockets.

"This is what I REALLY look like." he told her.

Azazel looked at the clips, before accepting them.

He then looked in a mirror, and put the clips on, watching as his horns disappeared.

"Oh... oh my..." he said.

"Wait..." he then muttered.

"How good ARE these things?" he asked. "Or, rather, the tech here at the Unit?" he clarified.

"Can they cover... like... an entire body in a glamour?" he asked further.

Azazel could feel the sincerity and relief in her tone when she spoke of the Unit.

And he smiled lightly.

"I see." he said.

"Maybe... this is what I've been waiting for all this time." he commented.

"A place that won't care about these..." he said, gesturing to his horn-and-a-half.

"But I still feel... self-conscious about it..." he mumbled.

Azazel looked at Miki confusedly.

"Uh... right." he said.

"Something tells me there's quite a story behind that statement." he commented with a deep sigh.

He then looked at his hands, before looking back at Miki.

"A safe place..." he said.

"I guess I never really thought such a thing could exist for me."

".........." again, Azazel was silent.

"Again, good point." he said.

"You've made a lot of them already..." he admitted.

"Given me a lot to think about..." he said further.

"I admit, I'm confused and conflicted now." he went on.

"Which, I suppose... is kind of an upgrade?" he finished with a small shrug.

"......something tells me that there's a story behind that..." Azazel muttered.

"But I didn't ask to be a demon, either." he said.

He then sighed, and shook his head again.

"I'm just used to being chased, I guess." he went on.

"Torch mobs and crap..."

"......hm." Azazel muttered.

"I... hm." he mumbled further.

"I... suppose so, yeah." he admitted.

He then sighed, shaking his head a little.

"...this place..." he said.

"It's... really a safe place?" he asked her.

"......." he was silent, and then sighed.

"...I'm... Azazel." he said.

"And... yeah. Apparently." he told her.

"I hide what I am. From everyone I can." he said further.

"Because I'm a demon." he went on.

"A creature feared and/or loathed by all."

Azazel looked at the woman, and his eyes widened some.

'...wow...' he thought.

"Indeed." Sharp replied.

"I'm going to get some coffee." he told them.

"Why don't you introduce yourselves?" he suggested, before getting up and leaving them alone in the office.

When he made his way to Sharp's office, the two of them spoke for a moment, before Sharp smirked.

"Heh." he said.

"I'll send her in." he told Azazel.

He then pressed a button on his intercom, connecting to his secretary.

"Send her in."