A/N: Thanks for clicking on my story! This is my first Blue Exorcist fanfic, so don't hate me if it sucks. It's based off of the anime only, (I haven't read the manga yet). Enjoy! :)


I'm going to tell you my story, so don't stop reading this just because you get bored. I wouldn't be going through the trouble of writing my entire story down if I didn't want you to read through the whole damn thing. Yeah, it's a long story…suck it up. I'm not one to go easy on people, so you, reader, should keep on reading. Do your job! I get it; there are a lot of words. I probably hate words just as much as you do, and yet you still see me sitting here writing all of it down. If I'm writing it, you can read it.

I'm not really good at this, so I'll just cut straight to the chase. Hmm, let's see. My name is Grace Sato. I'm seventeen years old this year. I'm an orphan, so I grew up in a shit-hole of an orphanage. I ran away a while back, actually when I was pretty young, and I've been living on my own ever since. Oh, I almost forgot…I'm an angel. Yeah, yeah…you're probably thinking that I'm crazy, but it's true. It's common knowledge that demons exist alongside humans in Assiah, but what's a little lesser known is that there is a third world: Caelum. That's where I'm from. Well, technically I'm not from there. I was born in Assiah, but my father, well…he's what humans call God.

I've never really spoken to my father. I was told that when I was young I was put on the orphanage steps. Whoever my mother was didn't even bother to leave a note. Honestly, I don't even want to know who she is. I'm fine the way my life is now and I don't need any interruptions. The only connection I have to my father is Cho. She's my bird…a falcon to be precise. Yeah, laugh it up. The bird-girl has a bird. Anyways, Cho occasionally brings me messages from my father. They're always orders: kill this demon, find this script, and so on and so on. It's pretty much a giant pain in the ass.

Well, I guess you know enough of my backstory; now for a little bit about myself. I have snow-white hair and relatively pale skin. On top of that—as if that wasn't enough already—I have a pixie-like figure. Because of those three characteristics, people often say I look like a doll. Whenever someone calls me that, I have to fight the urge to drop kick them. I hate being called weak or incapable. In case you haven't already figured it out, I'm an easy-to-piss-off tomboy who totes around twin daggers and a sniper rifle.

You may be wondering how the whole 'angel' thing works. Let's see. I have minor self-healing capabilities, but I don't heal nearly as quickly as some demons. I'm able to heal minor external injuries that others sustain such as a ghoul's temptaint or revitalizing someone who has been hit with a demon's nasty fluids. Honestly, those stink really badly. I'm just glad the energy-draining liquids that leak out of demons don't affect me.

Just like demons are affected by holy water, I affect them. If I so choose to, simple contact with a demon can send them reeling. I guess that's probably because I'm the definition of holy. Meh, who knows? I have the ability to conceal my wings. This is more for practical purposes, though. People would either stare or scream and run away if a girl strutted down the streets with 8-foot-long white wings. I'd probably end up some science experiment in some human's laboratory. Not on my to-do-list. I'm just guessing here, but death doesn't sound that fun. Immortality? No, I don't have that. I live long than normal humans, but I'm still half-human. I won't live forever.

Finally, I'll tell you about how badass I am…because I can't leave that part out. I told you already, I have double daggers and a sniper rifle. I can't use my sniper rifle unless I reveal my wings. Basically, I fly up high and then take demons down long-range. When I can't reveal my wings, I use my daggers. Most of the blades used by exorcists—the humans—are demon blades. That's the difference with me. I use angel blades. They're more powerful and are more lethal towards demons. All together I'm pretty strong.

Well, now that I've told you all about me, it's time to get on with my story. I'll start a ways back, so try to keep up. Go on. Keep reading.


I was powerless. There was nothing I could do to help them. I was forced to simply watch in horror as the men below me were massacred. I wanted the help them, but there was nothing I could do. I was just one angel…there was no way I could go up against Satan himself and come out alive.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I shrunk back in the rafters. I didn't want to see the blood and blue flames that burst from the people below me. I opened one eye, wrapping my wings tightly around myself for comfort. They were dirty. It was most likely soot that covered them, but I didn't have time to worry about that. I'd caught sight of something…or someone that needed my help. I got shakily to my legs, hoping that I wouldn't be noticed. I hesitated for a moment before I flew down from the rafters above, gliding down to the bloody floor. My wings beat powerfully to slow me down as I landed gracefully. I ran to the other side of the room, avoiding the men that were bursting into flames.

Screams of pain and fear echoed throughout the room as I stuck my hand out, "Come on, you need to get out of here!" The man who was huddled in a corner looked up.

"Wh-Who are you?" he asked, his voice cracking out of fear.

I just rolled my eyes and grabbed him. He tried to pull away, wanting to stay in his hiding place, but I was stronger. I yanked him out and ran with him. I was stronger than your average grown man, even at such a young age. My holy blood made my muscles that much stronger. I burst through the door, pulling the man behind me.

"Angel!" screamed a voice. I looked behind me and saw a man, blue flames licking his entire body and blood dripping from his eyes. I whimpered. "Angel, save us!" he screamed. I felt a tear slide down my face as I turned away from him. I grabbed the man under the arm and launched myself into the air. He screamed out, his legs flailing. He was shaking, which made it hard for me to carry him.

All that extra weight made it difficult for me to fly, but I put all of my strength into each of my wing beats. They powerfully sliced through the nice air, still illuminated by the blue flames that lit up the place we'd just escaped from.

"Stop fidgeting…unless you want me to drop you!" I said. He was silent. "Where do you live?" I asked, looking down at the man.

He looked up at me, crying, "Th-The temple."

"Oh," I replied. When I felt that we were far enough away I landed as elegantly as I possibly could when carrying another person, (which was more like tumbling and then skidding a few feet over gravel). When I sat up I winced. A large gash from a sharp rock had opened up my arm.

"You're hurt," said the man, coming over and kneeling beside me. He reached for my arm but I pulled away. I'd learned not to trust humans. They were fickle beings that could only hurt and destroy.

"I won't hurt you. I want to help you…to return the favor that you just did for me," he said gently. I stared at him. I stumbled to my feet, my wings hanging limply at my sides. I summoned all the strength I had left and concealed them. The man gasped and stared at me.

"It's rude to stare," I said, cradling my arm.

"Pardon…it's just that I've never seen an angel before," he said, gesturing for me to come close. I guess I should have expected some stares, though.

I warily let him touch my arm. I cried out when he touched my wound. "Sorry, sorry," he said quickly, "I'll be more careful." I nodded. This time he was gentle, careful not to hurt me. His hands were warm as he tended to my wounds. I found myself smiling. I didn't know that humans could be this gentle. When he was finished I nodded at him, "I should go."

"Thank you," he said, staring at me, "You've saved me." My eyes went wide. I'd saved someone. I smiled at him, "You're welcome." With that I turned and left him there, staring after me in wonder.

"Hey, what's your name?" he called after me. I turned, "Grace."

He smiled, "My name is Tatsuma Suguro. I'll remember you!" I grinned to myself and turned, leaving him behind. I wondered where I should go from there. I didn't want to go back to the orphanage. The people there were cruel. No, I wouldn't go back there. It was time to run away.


I sighed, plopping down on the ratty couch that I had in my minuscule apartment. I was running low on money. If I didn't get a job I wouldn't be able to make rent by the end of the month. I sat up, brushing my hair out of my eyes. I pulled one of my knives out of its sheathe at my thigh and ran my thumb along the flat of the blade. I looked up, "Hey, Cho. What do you think? What kind of job should I get?"

I'd just gotten back to my apartment, so I hadn't noticed until just now. Cho had a note in her beak. I grabbed it from her and she cawed. I nodded, "Thanks, Cho. You're a big help." Her wings fluttered.

I unsealed the letter and pulled out a piece of paper. Just like always, elegant, golden letters were scrawled out on the high-quality paper. They were instructions for my next job.

You are to keep watch over one Rin Okumura and his brother, Yukio.

They are the sons of Satan. Make sure to alert me if

they are planning anything suspicious.

On your table is a package of information about

the brothers and the humans that you will need

to complete the mission.

Call the number inside and you will be admitted

to the 'Cram School' where the eldest is attending and the youngest is teaching.

Your primary focus is the eldest. He is more practiced with his powers.

Be safe.

I scoffed. Like he actually cared if I was safe. I stretched my arms above my head and meandered over to the small table that was in my sorry excuse for a kitchen. I picked up an orange envelope and peered inside. No doubt it was the one that my father had left for me. I dumped the contents onto the table and saw a series of files with pictures and details about several humans. On the bottom of the stack were the two brothers. I cracked open my fridge and pulled out a coke. I sat down and looked over the files.

I picked up a business card and frowned. I punched the number into my cell phone and waiting for an answer. "Helloooo?" said a sing-song voice. I pinched the bridge of my nose. This was not going to be fun.

"My name is Grace Sato. I'm told I'm being admitted to a cram school of some sort," I said exhaustedly. How had this man tired me out with a single word?

"AH! Grace Sato! The one who the higher ups said was to be admitted as an Exwire! You must be a special little lady to get a request from such important people!" said the man. I frowned. You have no idea, guy.

"Sure. Just tell me where I need to be and when," I said.

"Well I'm the one to ask, I am! My name is Mephisto Pheles! I am the director of True Cross Academy!" he said proudly.

"Yeah, cool…I don't remember asking you for your credentials, guy," I said, rubbing my temples, "This isn't a bragging contest." There was a moment of silence and then he said, "Yes, well I've been asked to pick you up. I'll be there tomorrow morning! Looking forward to meeting you!"

I heard a clicking sound and then a series of beeps. I shut my phone and sighed. He'd hung up on me. I picked up the files and studied them some more. This was really going to suck. I was going to be trained as an exorcist.