A/N: Light: Yay! An Ao no Exorcist fic!

Dark: Yep, and this fic is gonna be dark.

Light: But, with a happy ending, right…?

Dark: …Sure…

Both: Standard disclaimer applies.

The six princes stood together gathered around a circular table made from obsidian. Mephisto was not present. The second son, Dakstima, spoke first, "Today, Father will choose the son who will inherit his blue flames and the crown of Gehenna!" His voice echoed through the empty chamber.

The seventh, and immature, son snickered, "It won't be Mephisto-niisan for sure since he didn't even bother to show!"

"Shush, Sulik!" hissed the sixth son, Saquil. Out of all of Satan's eight sons, Saquil seemed to be the most laid back.

"It probably isn't Niisan, though," said the eighth son, Amaimon. His stroked his chin as though in deep thought and bobbed his head as though it would help in his meditation. Sulik, being the childish red-head he was, squeezed the spike on his brother's green hair until the tip poofed up like a piece of broccoli. Amaimon proceeded into punching his brother in the face.

"Why am I the only one that Amaimon can hit?! I'm still older!" cried the blood headed demon.

"Mmm…You're only physically older," said Saquil.

"Urusai, you barf head!"

"My head doesn't look like barf…" Saquil said in defense as he stroked his brownish-yellow hair.

"Enough!" shouted Dakstima. A single strand of his slick-back, orange hair escaped from its confinements of gel causing him to burst into a rage. He began throwing every rock into a near-by acid pool, whether it was a micro sized pebble or a boulder.

"Daks-nii…You're doing it again…" said the third son, Fengr, peeped one of his eyes out of the long, white locks that obscured his vision. Dakstima turned back towards his brothers, a giant boulder held above his head, and threw it at them. All six (present) demons ducked under the table by sheer muscle memory, Dakstima's outrages were relatively normal. One demon didn't duck though. He was too engrossed in a new book. The black rock slammed into his face.

"Dakstima-nii, that was a new book!" he cried.

"I don't care, Leonis!"

Leonis, the fourth son growled. His brown hair was standing out in kinky tufts that made him look like a lion. The fifth son, Okamos, rolled his eyes and flipped his silver hair behind his shoulder, scoffing, "Ugh, I cannot believe you're fighting at one of Father's summons!"

"You be quiet!" yelled Leonis. All seven brothers began to brawl. Anything that made this room special enough for Satan to pick it for a meeting with all his sons, was either destroyed or deformed beyond recognition.

"Enough!" boomed the voice of Hell's master. The demons ceased their brawl and stood at attention.

"Forgive us, Father…!" they called in unison. "We are graced to be in your presence!"

Satan was not actually there. Even in his own realm, there was no body suitable for his soul of blue flames.

"Father, who will succeed you, as Hell's master?" asked Dakstima. "Is…Is it Mephisto-nii?"

Satan boomed with laughter, his voice echoing from the lack of a body and the sheer volume of his voice. "HAHAHA! Mephisto? Or course not! Far from it! Very far! HAHAHAHAHA!"

"Then…who, Father?" All the demons held an expression that was a mixture between confusion and excitement. It could be one of them!

"The son that I chose to gain my flames and throne is…my ninth son!" Satan cried. Didn't their father only have eight sons?

"But don't you only have eight children?" asked Amaimon, his fingers ringing his eyes.

"No, Amaimon, I have ten!" Satan said as he laughed. The demons looked at each other in confusion again.

"The tenth son is human though," Satan continued. "Mephisto was with the bearer of my two new children when she gave birth. Yuri is her name and—"

"Hahaha! 'Yuri!'" cried Leonis. The lion was quite the bookworm and a bit lecherous at times.

"Silence! You will not mock her!" Satan yelled as his blue flames enveloped the floor and licked the walls. He inhaled sharply and sighed, his flames dying down.

"The ninth son is Rin. Okumura Rin. He is the prince of Gehenna," Satan continued calmly. Once again, the seven demons gaped in an unknown emotion that could not be expressed in any words known to man. Their father, Satan the master of Hell, chose a half-demon to be his heir? They all wanted the throne, even if none of them would admit it. The only way to gain the blue flames would be to kill this "Okumura Rin." The name itself left a sour taste in their mouths. The human spawn of Satan was destined to die.