Prologue

In the year 865, the Scouting Legion returned from their 63rd excursion out of the walls in their normal state – battered and bruised. Everybody had long faces as they crouched in the corners of carts or slouched on the backs of horses.

All except for one person – the Lance Corporal, Levi.

The reason for his exclusive happiness was simple: he happened upon a cursed demon on the Scouting Legion's 63rd expedition – a demon whose curse he might have accidentally reversed.

Hypothetically, if he had, the demon would owe him three wishes, as per underworld regulations.

Also hypothetically, if all that was true and Levi had indeed set the demon free, his first wish would be for humanity to win the war.

The demon scoffed at the predictability of his wish. He did a strange, swishing motion with his extremely human-like hands and then looked up at Levi, grinning, "There. Your wish has been granted."

Levi was a bit (an understatement) skeptical about the whole affair, but he figured it could do no more harm than the titans.

The demon was about to teleport himself into Divesmal, present day Maldives, for his long-awaited vacation when Levi called out, "How do I claim my other two wishes?"

"You summon me."

"That's very helpful, you shithead."

"You summon me with your heart and love, dear boy."

Levi cringed as mini seizures and twitches erupted throughout his body, particularly around the eye region.

"Fucking-"

"Tut-tut, I only answer to the devil," he said, before suddenly appearing in front of Levi and carrying out a curling motion with his pointer on the underside of Levi's chin.

Then, he left, leaving Levi shuddering in the aftermath of his actions.

Author's Note

This was supposed to be sad and angsty and somewhat tragic.
I don't know how it mutated to this.
I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THIS IS ANY MORE, PLEASE FORGIVE ME.