Akira wouldn't let Rin out of his sight, or hell, even out of arm's reach. He followed him as a personal shadow. Even when Rin attempted to shove him away, Akira would just give a watery smile.
"So Akira, what kind of demon are you?" Shima asked a bit perplexed. Amira looked over at Shima, but kept Rin in his peripheral.
"I'm a Devilman."
There was silence from the group, all not knowing what it meant. Their eyes raked over him as if to dissect him or to pick apart his words.
"I-I mean... I was born human... And a demon tried to take over my body, but my heart won out in the end. So, demon body, human heart."
"That's not possible," the Bon growled. Akira didn't seem bothered. A nostalgic look came over his face. His eyes were misty, as though he would start crying again at any moment.
"Maybe not in this eternity. But long before Gehenna, and Assiah, there was just Earth. And when there was just Earth, demons had to overtake humans to exist," he spoke in a mystifyingly clear voice that kept everyone silent, "Where sin ran rampant with sex, drugs, and violence, they would appear. They'd take over the body of an unexpecting human and change it to suit them, getting rid of what made that person human. But there were few humans, whose hearts were far stronger than the demons who possessed them, and who kept their humanity despite everything."
His eyes bore into Rin's with a knowing expression.
"They never gave into the demon. They were human through and through, no matter what they were physically, or what they could become."
"There is no way," Bon bit back. Akira looked at him with sad and hardened eyes.
"Believe what you want. But it is true, just like Satan is a platinum blond."
"Excuse me what?"
"Okumura. Send your familiar back," their teacher growled with a raspy voice. Akira frowned as Rin made a quick rip of the paper. He thought he would disappear, just like so many familiars. Instead, he felt in tune with the world. His body felt stable and whole. Most importantly, he didn't disappear.
A smile came to his face recognizing what he had been given. A physical form to interact with the world. Although, it was most likely because of Ryo's sons. More specifically, the one who inherited Ryo's dark abilities.
"Looks like I'll be staying here. I hope you all have a place I can stay."
Mephisto Pheles was a powerful demon. He could last far longer than his siblings in the realm of Assiah and was dangerous in his own right, even taking advantage of the Vatican.
But he was hardly pleasant when an unknown variable is thrown into his little experiments. He liked little changes like the factor of blood within Rin. That was planable. But this summon of his younger brother... The one who talked as though he personally, as well as held the name of a person Satan only talked about when he was either morose or throwing a wild and dangerous fit.
This Akira was not a good factor. This could make everything end in disaster. Or anticlimactic. Both were terribly dull prospects. And in never did well to have a bored demon king.
He'd have to find a way to make things more... Interesting.
He wondered how long it would take the Vatican to get curious?
I meant to list this as complete. But since I didn't, here's a small add on. Now I'm putting it as "complete" because I honestly don't think I could craft a story quite like this.
