A/N~ whoosh! third chapter! I'm sorry it took so long! I'm such a lazy person.
The one speaking in first person is the OC, Hikari. And I wonder who can spot the Fujimoto reference?
Warnings for this chapter: Rape, bit of blood and violence. The usual, ha ha!

I'm ready as I'll ever be, I'm done with patience.

I want to save Rin. Now.
The plan's in full gear and not one detail's been overlooked.
Because that's how Yukio is. Calm, calculating, scary even. He wants to rescue his brother as badly as I do and screw up the Vatican just as well. We're going to expose them, show the world what a twisted, hellish place it really is.

They're going down, hard.

The key clicked inside the lock and the door swung open on less-than-oiled hinges. The shrill squeak was deafening inside the quiet halls of the Basilica, seeming to bounce off the high ceilings.
There was water on either side of the long stone path, stagnant yet clear. Everything was yellowed by the lamps lining the hall. It was so quiet and peaceful, luxurious in the golden light. Could a place like this really be the one?

We couldn't be absolutely sure the half-demons would even be here.

Mephisto had told us everything. The lies, the deceit, the cover-ups, all of it. He was angry with the Vatican's decision and wanted to screw them over, just as much as we did. But I could never fully trust that demon. . .

Footsteps broke our advance and forced us to hide amongst the supporting columns. Whoever it was, they were humming.

"Stupid b*****d."

Yukio lifted a pistol from it's holster, it's silencer gleaming lightly. He was a better shot than me, so I left my gun alone and watched him burn lead through our friend's chest.

He never had a chance.

"Say something you little w***e"

"Like what?" Rin thought bitterly.
Lying prostrate on the ground, face buried in the muck and feces of the cell, arms and legs bound tightly with exhaustion. He couldn't move, much less speak.

The man on his back gripped his bloody tail once again, yanking and squeezing like a dog playing tug-of-war. Rin cried out and tried to throw him off, only causing Noihas to press his weight down further on the young demon, crushing his body against the concrete. Suffocating coughs rattled in his chest like sharp stones, cutting at his insides.

Noihas laughed like a wicked, little b***h.

Suddenly, the weight lifted, and stale, musty oxygen found it's way into Rin's lungs. He gasped and panted, sucking in as much air as he could manage. The coughing eased, as did the crippling pain in his tail.

But the man wasn't finished yet, not even close.

The demon's arms were tied behind his back, the leather straps already beginning to cut at his wrists. Rough fingers grabbed the waistline of his threadbare pants, tearing them from his body.
Rin shivered at the cold muck sliding under his bare thighs. "Wh-what are you doing?" he managed.
Should he even ask? He knew full well what new horrors he was about to experience, at the hands of the man who'd once been his teacher.

Noihas leaned down and whispered close to his ear, " Divine Judgement, it's what you deserve. You disgusting, b*****d spawn!"

Rin whimpered softly, voice rising to a screech as something was roughly shoved into him from behind. Pain exploded inside his body, liquid fire burning through his veins. The agony was unbearable, burning, tearing, bleeding, laughing.

Noihas was laughing as he raped the son of Satan.

Rin struggled as best he could, desperate for some kind of release. But the much heavier man easily held him down. He felt the warmth of his own blood dribbling down his thighs, and he didn't want to think what else might be there.

I can't do this anymore.
Please, I just wanna die. . .

The young demon raised his head, then brought it down on the concrete floor as hard as he could.

This was too easy.

Something's not right about this, we could both feel it. Here is the grounds of inhumane experiments and torture conducted by the Vatican. This place hould be crawling with guards.

But there's no one here.

Was Mephisto wrong? Is this a trap? Where is everybody?

Is Rin still alive?

Questions whizzed through my mind so fast i felt as if i couldn't see. But I dispelled that one as quickly as it came. It was just too much to think about. . .

We rounded one of the many corners and were cronfronted by a mass of-

doors.

"This isn't right. . ."

Yukio wordlessly unlocked one labeled "6" with another bronze key, but I caught a glimpse of the confusion on his face. He seemed just as worried as I was.

This door swung without noise, but the smell of the air was enough to make up for that. It was stale and musty, drying my throat as I breathed in. There was a strong undercurrent of blood, feces, and urine. The dark, gaping maw on the other side made it all the more frightening.
Truthfully, I wanted to run, and the old me would have.
Rin might be here, and that chance is all the resolve I need.

But it melted when we found him.

Lying on the dirty floor of a cell, a man on top of him and. . . and. . . "Struggle! Why aren't you struggling?"
I resist the urge to throw up, I want to look away.
I can't.
I'm frozen, stuck here watching this nightmare play out in front of me.

"GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!"

My body moved on it's own after that. It happened as if I were outside of myself, watching the events like a third person. Drew my gun, ran inside. . . screaming, crying. . . put a bullet through his head and blew out the back of his skull. He painted the wall a nice red.

And then, I was back. On my knees beside Rin, reunited. . .

But he wasn't moving.

"No. . . No Baby please. . ."

I held him close to my chest, gently, afraid he might break if I hold too tight. He looked so. . . So fragile.

His skin used to be soft and smooth, and now he was covered in ugly bruises and infected wounds. Black, violet, green, yellow, pus.
His eyes were swollen and red, had he been crying?
That once beautiful, silken tail was dirty and scabbed and bloody. God only knows what his mind is like now.

Broken beyond repair. . .

I cry.
I feel guilty, I should've fought harder, come sooner, anything.

Yukio took him from me. I didn't resist. I don't deserve to hold him, not after what I've done, or failed to do. After everything he's done for me. . ?
"I let you down. . . Rin, I'm so sorry. . ."

Yukio was saying something, but it sounded like a hum in the back of my mind.

He hit me.

"Get up! He's alive we can still save him!"