Pain, that was all that he practically felt racing through him as that damn blond headed psycho, with the lamest clothing he'd ever seen, decided to stick a sword right through his right leg.

'What was his name again? Arnold Ass Anal? That was probably wrong but sounded right considering what he did.'

Something hurt even more than his leg injury however. After his sword was sheathed and he recovered his mind again, the looks he saw from his friends shocked him to the core, even if he didn't outwardly shown it. He could still remember the terrified face Konekomaru made, how shocked Shima looked, Eyebrows' even more cold gaze, Bon's disgust and hatred practically oozed out of him.

But what tore him to pieces the most was how Shiemi looked with tears in her eyes, scared. She was his first friend he ever made, besides Yukio.

'My friends…no…They would never think of me as their friend again. After all, I'm a half-demon and the son of Satan.'

Rin looked up from his thoughts and turned as much as he could on all fours, kneeling down on the floor. He was being held in a massive room. It reminded him vaguely like an opera house. The chamber was covered in gold; the walls, the floor, even the chandeliers that hung from the ceiling were in that color. To the sides, he could see red curtains and exorcists moving, obviously to see if the spawn of Satan would be executed or not today. Facing him, on a raised platform, was the Grigori presumably, but what they wore kinda reminded him of teepee tents when he looked at them.

The lame-ass blond dude was behind him, still holding Rin's leg with his huge sword. Shura was behind as well. Mephisto was in front gesturing wildly about how he can be such a valuable weapon to the Vatican if he was trained properly. He didn't listen to the conversation at all though, his thoughts still on what happened at the camping trip. However, what the Grigori said caught his attention.

"Very well. We shall accept your gamble and spare him. However he shall now be in our hands."

'In their hands? What could they possibly mean by that?'

The clown seemed to have the same thought. "Oho? Do care to tell me what you mean." His face still held the same amusement as before, but Mephisto's eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"His emotions are what trigger those blue flames of his. It seems he needs more…efficient training other than with the Upper First-Class Exorcist, Kirigakure Shura."

With this, Shura's face deepened with a scowl as blondie's face drew up with a smirk.

"And what do you supposed to do then?" Mephisto laughed, but his voice held the faintest trace of worry in them, something that went unnoticed by many, but not by Rin.

"The demon spawn shall be re-educated and tamed. Only then shall he be put to further use."

"What?" Rin said out loud.

As if on cue, the door behind Rin burst open. He struggled to look behind, and when he managed, Rin saw a group of people came out of the door, a dozen he estimated, walk towards him. They seemed to dress in the same uniform as every exorcist, but theirs were in a white color. One of them held a syringe, filled with a strange black liquid in his hand. Suddenly, the pressure on his right leg lifted, presumably because the blondie with the lame-clothes removed his sword. Then, as soon as Rin got up to his feet, almost all of the white-clothed exorcists pushed him down again, so that he laid down on his back, and held him there.

'Did they really think they needed ten people to keep me down?! Argh…What's happening?! Well, one thing's for sure. What's ever in that syringe is bad…'

He struggled to get up as he saw the man with the needle get closer and closer to piercing his neck with it.

"Hey! What are yew doing with 'im?!" he heard Shura yell. Rin craned his neck as forward as he could get, and saw, Shura being held back by the blondie, a sword to her neck, her arms held back.

The needle was getting closer and closer. It seemed that the one holding it was deliberately going as slow as he could, as if mocking him as how helpless he was.

"Hey! Damn you, let go of me! STOP!" Rin screamed and struggled even more, wanted nothing more than to get away.

The needle sunk into his skin as soon as those last words left his mouth and the plunger was pushed down, expelling the black liquid. Quickly, he felt sleepier and sleepier, as if his mind was leaving his body. Everything felt numb, he couldn't move anything. The last thing he heard was distant yelling, he couldn't distinguish it, but it was probably from Shura. Then he fell unconscious, as Rin let the darkness consume him.

"Hmm…" Mephisto grimaced softly.

This wasn't exactly as he planned everything to go, he thought as he saw the unconscious body of his littlest brother being carried away, and Shura yelling every profane insult she can think of at Angel, and at those white exorcists.

"They might be those people who took their orders directly from the Grigori," he thought to himself. "I never have seen them before."

"Oh well…Things might be more interesting this well," Mephisto chuckled softly to himself before strolling away.