'God it stinks here,' Yukio thought. He hadn't reached for his guns yet but his hands were ever so eager for the comforting leather handles and smooth metal trigger to be aimed at an enemy.
"What are you doing here?" Yukio reflexively pulled his pistols on the ram like creature. "Ah. You're Okumura."
"How do you know that?"
"I am a king of demons. You think I would not know Satan's own brat?" His teal eyes narrowed at the towering demon. "Your father is looking for you." Fanged teeth protruded from his lips as he contorted his face into a sneer. "You wouldn't want to keep him waiting would you?" He extended his dirty hand to Yukio and was denied in the form of a bullet ringing through the air. "You bastard. I'll make you rot!" Astaroth yelled, backhanding Yukio across his pale face, knocking him into the warm dirt. His glasses fell to the dead soil, the glasses shattered and his eyes burned. He pulled himself up, pushing through the heavy atmosphere to look at Astaroth through red and bloodied vision.
"That is enough Astaroth," a calm voice called. His voice was quiet but resounded through the space, echoing in Yukio's ears he recognized it. He had heard it once before in his own head. The black shape in Yukio's vision was tall and possibly silver haired, he wasn't quite sure. He fixed his aim as accurately as he could.
"Don't come any closer." He threatened, his voice steady and his glare, though near blind, was dangerous.
"You think you can do me damage with those bullets? Your brother couldn't even do anything with his flame!" He taunted cruelly. "Oh dear. Your eyes are deteriorating fast." He chided Astaroth. "That's no way to welcome my son."
"Stop messing with me. I'm not your son I'm a tool!" Yukio shouted, his blood shot eyes stinging as the rot ate at the visionary organ.
"Oh must we do this the hard way," Satan sighed. He was right in front of Yukio before he could even register it, his rock hard hand bashing the young exorcist in the skull and sending his already teetering stance crumbling to the ground. His head throbbed and his wrist was bleeding again as his father stomped on it, his leather shoes ripping the already tender skin into worse shape as he bludgeoned the gun from his grip. He wrapped his clawed fingers around Yukio's slim neck, his nails wrapping around and piercing the pale skin below his jugular. Yukio grasped at the smooth fabric of the suit his father wore, desperate to find a hold but his hands were only smearing dirt and tearing holes in the black fabric. His nails scraped uselessly against his father's white skin. He cried out as the nails pulled away from his finger and fell soundlessly, adding to the gore of the Gehenna ground. Satan cackled maniacally at the pain of his younger child. "Don't you want to see your brother?" Yukio froze and Satan smiled cruelly at him, knowing he'd hit a soft spot. If Yukio had a weakness, it was surely his brother. He'd lay down his own life in a second, but he would do anything to keep his precious nii-san safe. A wild squeal echoed through the air as the monstrous glowing green demons collided in the darkening air of Gehenna. Screams ripped through Yukio's ears, piercing his humanity with their utter desperation. "Oh the sound of a fresh soul experiencing my realm. After awhile they realize the futility of screaming and suffer in silence. I do so enjoy the first night." Yukio was disgusted by the man genetics called his father but remained limp with the powerful Lord of Gehenna's malicious hand at his throat.
"Get your hands off of me," Yukio said, his voice dripping with anger and hate, the sound of his words was foreign to his own ears.
"Ooh, scary," Satan taunted while releasing Yukio. He cradled his hand against his chest and walked with his father. All the demons he'd seen on the horizon fled at the sight of the demon lord. 'Apparently he's known for his malice here too,' Yukio thought. The sky darkened, apparently even Gehenna had night time. It was pitch black apart from a blood red glowing shape in the sky. It was four diamonds aligned like petals on a flower, ends pointing perpendicular to each other, like a beautiful compass in the sky, illuminating the haze, the fog that hung in the air of the realm of demons. It was like a scene straight from a scary movie, the air thick with fog and the darkness hiding all of your fears just beyond your sight. The ground bare and dry. Dust puffed from underneath the soles of Yukio's shoes, falling back down slowly in the heavy atmosphere. The strange star in the sky shone down four beams of light that Yukio followed to the horizon, falling upon a simple red gate. There was nothing in front of it, nothing beyond it, it was just a gate. When he turned back to the front Satan had stopped and he nearly ran into the 'man's' back. A castle, marble black and doused with a sprinkling of blue sapphires stood prestigiously and enormously in front of them. In front of it, a gate stood. The posts were black as the sky and the rails were a blue as bright as Satan's flame. Atop each rail post a skull sat, punctured by the pointed edge of the gate structure. At the entrance, he saw his own father's eyeglasses perched atop the boney face of the rail on the left side of the entrance. "It's my collection." Yukio didn't say a word, didn't make a sound, he kept his face straight in a way only a very practiced man could. "And this is your home." Satan led Yukio through a labyrinth of marble hallways who's walls reverberated the gentle clacking of his shoes incessantly. They went up a winding staircase and stopped at a hall with a black wooden door on each side. Pulling a key from his jacket pocket he opened the door, stepping aside to let Yukio in. "Welcome home my prince." Satan said, closing the door and turning the key, the lock dropping with a heavy thunk. Yukio's blood boiled, how did he let this happen? He screamed, beating the door until his hands were bloodied he then kicked it until his legs burned and screamed for him to stop. The door beat against it's frame with the force of the hits until it swung open in Yukio's face.
"Hello," a small girl said. "My name is Ai." Her hair was jet black, her pale face void of emotion as she walked into the room. She pulled bandages out of her black sailor outfit and looked into his eyes with her bright red irises glowing in the dark of the room. "Your eyes are very damaged," she said. She pulled a vial out of her shirt, letting one drop fall in each bleaching iris. His eyes were milky at the center and blood red around the edges. "That will stop the pain. And keep it from getting worse." She took the bandages and wrapped them around his head, covering his eyes and leaving him completely blind. She left, the only sound of her exit was the click and lock of the door. Yukio beat on it, reopening the splits in his knuckles and the sores on his palms until he sank to his knees in exhaustion. The bandages on his eyes dampened as he cried. I failed you nii-san.
