"Ms Shura!" Shiemi said, bursting into the room. She stopped, her shoes skidding on the porcelain tiles at the sight of the man laying on her bed. Her hands automatically moved over her mouth, covering the wide o shape of fear. Her green eyes shone as she looked at the blood stained sheets, the smell of burnt flesh and hair hung in the air, and the befuddled teacher seated next to the bed. "What happened?" Shura didn't respond, her gaze was glassy and fixed upon the boy. Shiemi walked over and put her hand on the teacher's shoulder, shocking her out of her reverie.

"Shiemi?" She asked, her face confused.

"You called me," she said, her fellow exorcists filing into the room behind her.

"Damn.. when did... she get... so fast," Shima huffed, falling against the door frame as he stumbled in a few seconds behind everyone else.

"Shiemi care for him." She ran to the door and slammed it shut, locking it behind her.

"What's going on Ms. Kirigakure?" Bon asked.

"We have a problem."

"Ms Shura!" Shiemi cried. Her pink eyes snapped to the other side of the room. Her hands were twitching above the wounds were his clothes were singed to his skin.

"Devour the seven princesses. Slay the serpent." She slid her purple sword under his shirt and cut it open, gingerly pulling up the young man so Shiemi could remove his jacket and shirt. She felt his hand twitch from where it was hanging against her shoulder. She grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back to arm's length and he groaned as she jostled him. Shiemi had patched his back but Shura was still watching his face.

"You can lay him back now," Shiemi said. He grimaced and then his eyes cracked open. They closed and then snapped open, his body tensing and he stood up. "You're hurt! You need to lay down!" Shiemi scolded.

"He's opening Gehenna," the man stated, trying to walk out of the room. Shura put her sword at his neck.

"Slow the fuck down Yukio."

"Okumura?" Echoed throughout the room, blood dripping from his pale body and staining the tiled floor.

"Yuki?" Shiemi asked quietly, studying the marred body in the center of the room.

"Where's Rin?" Shura asked.

"We did a bad thing." The building shook and all the exorcists heads snapped to the ceiling. Shura's phone rang again.

"Where the hell are you Kirigakure?" They heard shout from the speaker of her phone.

"Calm down I'm coming, Baldy."

"The town is a mess."

"What's going on?"

"Satan is attacking." Her eyes went to Yukio in the middle of the room, wondering if this was the "bad thing" he was talking about.

"Where?" She hissed.

"Where do you think? He's opening Gehenna." You aren't hurting anyone else bastard. Shura thought as she took off, leaping up the stairs at impossible speeds until she reached the roof. Bon took Yukio on his back and raced after the teacher. Shima and Koneko shared a look before following their kyoto friend. Izumo and Shiemi quickly caught the boys and overpassed them, chasing after Bon.

The air was thick with coal tars, surrounding them like locusts as they seeped out of the gate. Ghouls were dragging their maimed bodies across the rough surface, leaping from the edge when they finally reached it. A grey, rotted hand the size of Shura's entire body pushed its way out of the gate, dragging an equally huge body with it.

"He's coming," it howled. Shura wasted no time, biting her thumb and summoning her demon sword she slayed the gargantuan demon. Izumo summoned her familiars. They streaked across the sky like white death beams, dissipating coal tars and small demons in the sky. Koneko and Bon began to chant; Yukio still on Bon's back. Exorcists filed out onto the roof behind them, mouths agape at the scene before them. Arthur took flight, annihilating the most threatening looking demons from the air, triggering the other exorcists to act. She was deafened by the gun shots that reverberated around them, unable to penetrate the wall of demons the sound waves, acting like a amplifier of massive proportion, relentlessly attacked the exorcists on the roof. The sky was black from the coal tars and the falling bodies of their murdered brethren.

"So this is how the world will end," Shura said, looking up to the sky. "I'm still not praying." The gate began to seep blue light, glowing and becoming encompassed by it, surrounded by a corona of blue fire. Shura put her arms up, shielding her eyes and her body from the heat that was emanating from the gate of hell.

"Why isn't he just killing us?" She heard someone whisper frantically from behind her. The exorcists were quickly losing their composure, falling apart in the face of the enemy. Shura put down her arms and took a fighting stance. She was the only one not cowering. Sweat dripped from her forehead and trickled down her chin, dropping with a gentle splash onto the ground below. The sky was beautiful in a eery way, the flurrying of coal tar corpses falling to earth alit with the light of Satan was almost dreamlike if you could forget what each of those things meant. If you could forget that the blue was coming to kill you. If you could forget the flurries where dead demons charging your world. If you could forget this was a world divided by fear. Divided by gender, race, species, age, class, location, language, and so many other barriers. A black leather shoe stepped out, breaking the sea of blue and settling into the rocky surface of the True Cross roof.

"Die you son of a bitch," Shura shouted, her sword slicing through the air, aimed precisely where she estimated the demon lord's head to be. It cut into flesh and she smiled, her eyes reflecting the blue fire burned with hate and her mouth was laced with fury as she licked her lips, pushing the sword farther until it hit something else metal. The fire died down and she saw black hair with two satanic horns atop a head that was looking at the ground, blood dripping from the fingertips she had sliced into before a familiar blade had deflected her attack.

"Hello Shura."

"Rin?! I thought you were Satan," she withdrew her blade, her arms hanging at her sides. She took a step forward but was stopped by Angel. He had appeared in front of her, his sword at Rin's neck and his other arm stretched across Shura's shoulders.

"Well well," Mephisto said, walking up behind everyone. "Welcome back father." He said bowing to the glowing figure.