Hi I don't own Blue Exorcist I only own my original characters and the idea to this fic thanks bye.
It was a downcast day, with the sky more like a large expanse of rainclouds thick and heavy.
Fat raindrops fell steadily, but the lone figure standing in the graveyard knew that it would soon fall in sheets.
Even so, not a drop dared drench them as they stood, neck craned downward to stare at a tombstone.
"Mountains fall, rivers rise." They spoke. "And even you had to fall at some point, Shiro."
"Unlike you, of course." A voice spoke behind them.
They didn't even move to greet him or jump in surprise- they knew he was there.
"I did my falling millennia ago." They replied. "But of course, you already know that, Mephisto."
Finally, they turned, still having to look down, but instead of looking down at a tombstone, they looked down on a rather oddly dressed man with a pink umbrella shielding him from the rain.
"Not the details, no. You never shared those with me, Mr. Hershel." Mephisto mentioned, grinning devilishly at the taller person.
Mr. Hershel chuckled, cracking a smile.
"I suppose I never did. It's a rather boring story, in my opinion."
They closed their eyes for a moment, bringing their head up, before opening their eyes once more to look up at the sky.
"Now then, I highly doubt you'd come here just to chat about me." Hershel began. "Your half-brothers and your plans for them are far more interesting and compelling."
Mephisto' grin widened, but he said nothing just yet.
Hershel finally looked back to Mephisto, dark brown eyes locking with his emerald green ones in a piercing stare.
"I'm curious to see how this little game will play, so I will willingly enter myself into these...shenanigans." They consented to an unasked question, lips curving into a smirk.
Mephisto looked to have split his face in two with the grin he was sporting, and was about to say something, when Hershel spoke once more.
"However, I, unfortunately, have other duties to attend to." They frowned for a moment, before grinning. "Unless we can work something out, hmm?"
"I'm intrigued! Whatever has the great Jewel Box, Kappa Crucis, so very busy that they can't come and play?" Mephisto exclaimed, green eyes flickering with interest.
"Oh, you know." Said Hershel. "Just some brat that I ended up getting custody of. We can call him Gure for now. He's a bit old for your school, but perhaps the cram school can take him in. He's a bit frail at the moment, but once we feed him and care for him, he will blossom like a blue rose."
"Go on." Mephisto goaded.
"He's about 18 now, scrawny thing. A rather pathetic descendant of my people, but even so, he had potential." Hershel added in.
"Well then~" Mephisto purred out. "I'm certain he will make an outstanding exorcist. I'll be happy to take him in under my wing."
Hershel's smirk widened.
"I suppose we'll see you again real soon, Mephisto. Until then~" Hershel bid the demon adeiu, and turned to walk away.
"Oh, and before I forget." Hershel added, stopping in their tracks, turning slightly towards Mephisto. "He hates anything to do with the church."
And with that, he left, leaving the demon king behind to think about the pandemonium which would occur soon.
Hershel AKA Jewel Box AKA Kappa Crucis is genderless and usually goes by "they" pronouns, but doesn't mind "he" pronouns. They will also be banging Mephisto soon. Gure will probably bang Amaimon later maybe.