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"Okay kids! What do we do before going to bed?" the play school teacher asked her students in a cheery tone.

"We brush our teeth!" the children said in unison.

"Brush!" Miyoo exclaimed. She was at her play school where the teachers taught them various subjects. Even though she spoke very little, Miyoo was sharper and more perceptive than most kids at her class. The teachers loved her and even gave her a lot of star stickers which she collected and handed off to other people.

"Did everyone do their homeworks?" the teacher asked. "I'll be going around to check your copies!"

"Yes tweacher!" 

Miyoo took out her notebook and put it on the desk for the teacher to check. She idly fiddled with her pencil as the teacher went around the class, checking their homeworks. Unbeknownst to her, a furry little creature had its eyes on her.. It was standing on a trashcan and staring through the window, directly at her.

"This kid really lives in her own world," he groaned. "But how come she can see me so easily?"

He had been tailing her for the past two days, keeping a close eye on her. The demon observed that the kid was not an ordinary one but could see and communicate with spirits. He did not try to enter her house because she would locate him so he kept a distance. Charms and other holy objects would not work easily on a Vozakel lord like him but this girl was intriguing to him. 

"Ugh, what a day has come!" he lamented. "I have to use a human brat to find the Prince? If the other demons find out, I'll become a laughing stock!"

The bell rang and the children let out an earth shattering cheer as recess started. 

"What the hell?" the demon exclaimed when the ground began to shake so violently that even the trashcan was swaying. 

"Woof!" he yelped and fell into the trash. "Is this an earthquake?"

Sputtering out trash from his mouth, he climbed out of the can and stared as hundreds of children came running out of the building to play in the park. They were shouting, running and screaming like maniacs. The demon watched in dismay at the puny little minions who were even scarier than a million demons living in Hell.

"Why do humans procreate such loud creatures?" he groaned.

He was still on the lookout for the brat who could see him. If only he could corner her and scare her into telling him where the Prince was…

A shadow fell over him and he looked up to meet the familiar brown eyes which were staring at him.

Uh oh, he thought. Miyoo studied the three headed creature which was now staring back at her. It stood up in a pompous manner and faced her.

"Listen up, ya brat!" he scowled. "I'm only here to-"

"Doggo!" Miyoo beamed. To the demon's horror, she smiled and picked him up in her hands.

"Oi, w-w-w-what are you doing?" he stammered. "I'm a Vozakel lord! The noble class! We're very powerful-"

"Doggo!" Miyoo simply exclaimed and carried the creature under her arms. The demon struggled to be let go.

"Okay! Okay! I'm sorry for scaring you!" he pleaded. "I'll never follow you again! I just wanna know where the Prince is!"

Miyoo took him to a remote part of the playground and put him down. The demon was the size of a small puppy, very light and furry. He growled at her in annoyance.

"Listen up, kid!" he told her. "I'm in no mood to play! There's a catastrophe coming and I know that the Demon Prince has been re-incarnated! If I don't find him, the whole world is gonna be run over by demons!"

But Miyoo was busy looking for something in her bag.

"Oi, are you listening?" the demon demanded. "The world is in danger!"

His words were on deaf ears and he sighed. Why can't humans be born intelligent like us? He lamented.

Miyoo finally found what she had been looking for. 

"Cookie!" she said, offering the demon a chocolate chip cookie. The demon stared at it with disgust. What was this monstrosity?

"You really think that an elite class demon like myself will eat the disgusting earth food-" 

Miyoo pushed it into his mouth. The demon grumbled until he tasted the blast of sweetness in his mouth. His eyes widened in shock as he chewed the delicious thing called 'cookie'. The crunchiness was making him misty eyed in joy. 

"Cookie!" Miyoo chirped.

"I want more!" the demon demanded. "The Vozakel lord commands you to give me another one of these...cookies!"

"Uwu."

"Don't ya act cute with me!" He scolded her. "If I wasn't hiding my presence, I'm quite a menacing looking monster, ya know!"

To his horror, Miyoo began to tickle him again.

"Ahahahaah stop!" he begged, unable to control his laughter. "I'm the great demon Mag…hahahaha...rad...hahaha!"

"Maggie!" Miyoo nicknamed him.

"Oi, don't you go changing my name!" Magrad growled, slapping her hand away. Miyoo watched as the demon stood on its furry paws, looking important and haughty. He was now directly addressing her.

"You," he began, prowling back and forth. "Can you see all kinds of spirits and demons?"

Miyoo pouted and nodded.

"Hmm...the powers of a Seer," he concluded. "Who else can see the- Oi, where the hell are you going?"

Miyoo stood up and was leaving for her next class. "Maths," she murmured.

"Oi, I'm not done talking!" the demon exclaimed. It jumped on her shoulder, demanding attention.

"Listen to me!" the demon begged. "Who else can see me?"

"Uwu."

"That's not even cute anymore! Now, where are the cookies? In this bag? Are there more?"

The demon opened her zip and searched for more cookies. Thankfully, there was another box of cookies in it.

"I guess, I'll stay with ya, kid," the demon declared. "You better treat me like a noble! I like to bathe in exactly 100 degrees of boiled water and prefer to have food without any salt. I like raw fish the most so I wouldn't say no to suchi and now, these cookies!"

"Oldie."

"Who the hell are you calling an oldie?" the demon angrily exclaimed. "If I wasn't in this form, I'd be a very beautiful creature-Ooh, there's another box of cookies!"

The demon was busy for the rest of the day, hiding in Miyoo's bag. As he gobbled up the last cookie, Maggie was in deep thought.

"If a Seer is nearby, then the Prince will show himself as well," he nodded. "I can feel it. It's not long before his true powers awaken. I just hope I can reach him in time."

….

Jina and her team arrived at the crime scene with Hobin in tow. The CSI team was already collecting the samples. This time, the victims were killed in their own home which was very strange. Dahoon checked the passcode system of the door.

"There's no sign of forced entry," he told them. "I'll still check the system for hacks."

He wore his gloves and took out his laptop to connect it with the automated lock. Meanwhile, Jiwoon, Jina and Hobin were checking the bodies of the victims. 

The man was lying on the floor, this time stabbed to death. His hands were tied behind his back and his pants were down revealing the bloody massacre of his testicles. The woman was lying on the bed. Her hands were tied to the bedpost and her clothes were completely stripped off. Her body also carried vicious bruises from being abused for hours. Like the last murder, a knife was inserted into her private area and there was a wire mark around her neck.

"Change in killing style but most of the MO matches," Hobin muttered as he examined the victim's body. "What about the sign?"

Jina stepped into the bathroom and said, "Over here. On the mirror."

Hobin checked the symbol. Now he was almost certain that it was some kind of ritualistic serial killer.

"This guy will strike again," Jina remarked. "Soon."

"He will," Hobin agreed. "But when? And who'll be his next victim?"

Jina was in dismay. She glanced around to find that Jiwoon was in a trance-like state, staring at the corpse of the woman. Frowning, she tapped Jiwoon on the shoulder, startling her.

"Huh?" Jiwoon gasped.

"Are you okay?" Jina asked. "You look a little pale."

"Nothing...just thinking about what the victim must have gone through…"

She nervously glanced at the girl and gulped. Why is this murder bothering me so much? She wondered.

Hobin was still investigating the bathroom when he sniffed something strange in the air. Is that...

"Detective Hwang!" 

She turned around to find Hobin calling her. He only called her 'Detective Hwang' whenever things were serious. 

"What is it?" she asked, stepping back into the bathroom.

"You smell something familiar?" Hobin asked.

Jina frowned and sniffed before realizing what he meant. 

"Sulphur!" she gasped. "It's a demon!"