A wide smile crossed Katarina's face as she slipped into the empty auditorium. It was nearly midnight and the place was vacant. The pencil she'd left holding open a side door during the day remained in place and had allowed her access into the cavernous space. For the time she'd been at Shokushu, she'd been practising diligently on her violin and hadn't had outlet for her true passion. While she enjoyed the violin and the music she made with it, it was incomparable in her mind to the joy a grand piano brought to her heart. The thing sat in the open off the side of the auditorium stage behind the curtain, Katarina had seen it during the day and had made it a goal to come back again. Finally she had slipped out of the dormitory and made her way across campus to the place and stood before her target. It was truly a thing of beauty, a concert grand piano nearly three meters in length. She ran her hand across its smooth black finish and gently lifted the cover on the keys. Striking a few keys she was delighted to find it was kept in good order and well tuned. A deeply contented breath escaped her mouth as she sat at the bench and started immediately into a pianist rendition of a little known song, Aoi Tori. The booming sound echoed through the empty hall as she played, her hands dancing effortlessly across the keys. She might have been good with the violin, but she was prodigy with a piano.

Unknown to the young girl sitting before the piano, she wasn't playing for an empty auditorium. After a busy day of toying with students and stealing snacks the demon Steel had wandered off to a nice dark place to take a nap. The tinkling of piano keys brought him out of his slumber, and he peered down from the rafter he'd perched on. Someone else had snuck into the auditorium, huh? And not just anyone- but a very cute schoolgirl. Opportunity was knocking and Steel wasn't one to turn it away. He slipped into the shadows....

"Hoh, not bad," a low masculine voice rang out suddenly. It seemed to come from the darkness all around Katarina. "You're pretty talented. But don't you know better than to sneak around this campus at night? Someone dangerous might find you...."

The note she'd been playing was cut harshly at the sudden interruption. Immediately her head began to look all around in vain, her hearing was superb and she could usually identify a sound's source, but this voice came from everywhere at once. "Who...who is there! Show yourself!" she demanded, her unease shining through her voice. Slowly she rose from the bench, her eyes scanning the room hoping that the figure wasn't as menacing as the voice had been.

"Well, if you insist," the voice replied.

The black-winged demon rose up from the shadows behind Katarina, silent. With his inhuman speed he caught her by the arms, pulling them behind her back and capturing her wrists behind her in one large hand. That left his other hand free to catch her chin and turn her face just a bit so he could look at her up close. "Oh you are a cute one, aren't you?" he asked tauntingly. "I'm Steel, demon who lurks in the shadows. What's your name, sweetie?"

Katarina had instinctively screamed as soon as she was pulled backwards. Her arms wrenched back, she struggled ineffectively until he took hold of her chin and turned her head to the side. Her heart threatened to burst out of her chest as it pounded, fear and adrenaline driving it to new heights as she caught a glimpse of her captor. "Oh you are a cute one, aren't you?" his voice held a hint of malice that gripped her like a wintry wind. "I'm Steel, demon who lurks in the shadows. What's your name, sweetie?" Daemon...her breathing picked up as she struggled again, in vain, to free her wrists from his grasp. He let her continue for a moment until she'd given up the struggle, however temporarily. Trying to calm herself and think logically she saw in the corner of her eye he still awaited her response. "K..Katarina..." her mind and lips fumbled the communication amidst the terror that was quickly overwhelming her.

The demon smirked at his helpless captive as she struggled, squirming and yanking her arms futilely. Finally she gave in and answered. "Katarina hm? That's a nice name." Steel's clawed fingers trailed down her chin and along her neck. "Now don't look so scared, girl. I'm not the kind of demon you might be thinking of. Pain and death don't interest me."

His hand went lower, skimming over the surface of one breast. Light at first, then rougher, groping Katarina through her clothes. "We're going to have fun tonight...." he whispered evilly.

She trembled like a leaf in a fall breeze, struggling to maintain what little composure she still had. Her eyes watched his arm as he traced a line down her neck, to where his hand came to rest on her breast. Not interested in pain or death, he'd said, but rather...fun? Katarina shook her head violently when he began to roughly fondle her through the blouse. "No...no no not that!" she pleaded, struggling again to free her hands from his iron grip. If he wasn't interested in pain or death and was playing with her breast...well that really meant only one thing.

Steel laughed as Katarina began to struggle again. "What, would you rather have the pain and death?" he asked sarcastically. "Geez, how ungrateful can you get?" As he spoke, his hand stroked over her breast and his fingertips sought out her nipple through the layers of clothing. But after a few moments of that he increased the stakes, tearing the front of her blouse and the cups of her bra away in one swift motion. Now the rough calloused skin of his palm roughed over her bare skin. "Here I am, always making sure the girls I play with get to feel good too, and no one ever appreciates it. It's enough to hurt a guy's feelings!"

If Katarina looked back at that point, she would see one of Steel's wings split apart into a set of leathery tentacles. One of the tentacles slipped down to where he gripped her wrists behind her back. The tentacle replaced his hand, letting him bring it up and around to start playing with her other bared breast, groping and tweaking the slowly hardening peak.

Katarina winced as his hand drew quickly across her chest, removing the offending garment in a single motion. The cool air lingering in the empty auditorium now all too apparent to her freshly bared flesh. Panic had not yet completely clouded her judgement or senses, even as his other hand wrapped around her side and found a place at her naked breast. Wriggling, struggling, and fighting in an incoherent manner weren’t getting her anywhere. Something coordinated though? She winced as his fingers pinched around one of the stiffening crowns on her chest; he was bringing her to arousal by degrees, even if she didn’t want to admit it. Deciding it was now or never to act with the little freedom of movement she still possessed, he threw her head back hard, hoping to hit his face, or at least maybe throw him off balance.