A/N: I apologize that it has been about 2 months since I last updates. I've been rather busy taking care of the school semester ending and going to my very first convention which was amazing! I cannot wait to attend another one.
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I slowly emerged from the shadows consuming me as my eyes that are hidden in the shadows of my top hat followed the dark ground. "Ehem…," I removed my hat with a smirk. "Not to play Devil's Advocate or anything, and this may just be my own pet theory, but three desires keep humans beings alive. The first is greed." In a poof, money began flowing from my hate and plates of food appearing around with fancy clothes as I snickered. "Or love of money. After all, they would die without food, clothing, and shelter. The second is lust." In another poof, the money, my top hat, clothes, and the food are replaced with a blowup doll as I licked my lips. "This one's simple. If they don't procreate, they would become extinct. But the third desire is more important than these first two," the blowup doll disappears. "What do you think that is?"
"Desire to sleep," asks a voice from the darkness. "I'm sleepy…"
I waive my hand in a shooing motion, "Idiot. I'm not asking you and you're wrong.
"Huh?" I turn an ear to the unknown audience. "The desire for fame? Nope! Good guess, but wrong! They can go on living without that.
"Love?! Who do you think I am?! For demons, love is merely the illusion of attachment. The correct answer is the desire for knowledge! This is the strongest desire the humans possess!
"Oh? What's that you say? You don't care if you're not that smart? Wahaha! You fool! I highly doubt that! Everyone wants the superiority that comes from being the wisest and acquiring knowledge that others don't have!" A laptop computer appears on a social media sight that I quickly browse through. "Knowing the latest news and trends." The laptop is then replaced with a rose. "Know everything about our loved ones!" My TV watching glasses appear as the rose turns into a TV playing an anime. "What will happen in next week's anime, manga, and TV Shows!" The glasses and TV turn into an empty alleyway. "Where will that alley lead me?" The alley disappears into the darkness. "I want to know the answers that lie ahead! Driven by that fundamental desire, human beings covet vast knowledge from birth to death! And I bet you want to know too. The truth of the universe! What are Assiah and Gehenna? What is the purpose of your existence? What is it to be human or demon? And…" I snap my finger as light fills the room ahead to revel a table of exorcists and a fifteen-year-old boy standing at the end of it. The boy has two moles on his left cheek and another on the right of his chin. He wears an exorcists uniform with classes. This tee is none other than Yukio Okumura, the younger twin of Rin Okumura. "Who am I? Over there, I spy a youth who is starving for such knowledge."
I couldn't stop trembling or screaming. My face must have been stained with the rivers of tears and perhaps my own blood. My wounds were stinging very badly and wouldn't start to heal up as my captor wiped them, my missing fingers and toes, even my wrists and ankles with what must have been holy water. I could hear and feel my blood sizzle like butter on a frying pan as an aromas similar to beef or pork began to fill the room. The continuous blood loss made me so tired and light headed even though. I couldn't see a thing, I felt really dizzy.
I drew in a breath as I bit my lower lip trying to make the pain disappear as whimpers from time to time made their way past my lips. I hung my head low as I begged for my flames to help me out, as I tried to call them forth so I could save myself. However, such a thing was impossible because I didn't know how. Nothing seemed to work. Was it because I didn't have the damn fan? No, I used them without it before even if it was on accident. I don't even know how to control my powers. Oh, please, this can't just be bad luck. I'm so weak. I don't even have control over my life anymore. Why didn't I do anything?
Oh, dad… I'm so sorry. This is the second time I'm apologizing when my life is in danger. In my defense for not changing before is because of you being a total ass. You pretended to be Yuuto and a father, and then I found out I have twin brothers. You continued to lied to me after everything that has happened in the past week or more. Your lies may have protected me before I had my awakening but were they afterwards? Dad, I need your help more than ever because of how useless I am but I can't even call for help. You're too far away. Why did I break my phone again? Why did I run away? Why didn't you come after me? I'm afraid apologies and goodbyes are too late now. Am I going to die? Am I going to have a slow and painful death?
I should have gone back to my dorm. I should have controlled my temper. I should have… I should have… I shouldn't have left. I should have waited for the truth and other answers. I should have understood what was going on. I should have been a better daughter. I should have been a better student. I should have been a better person. I really am a demon. I deserve all of this.
Dad… I'm so sorry. You may have been the one to raise me but you aren't my father. Like you said, you're my brother. You're Mephisto Pheles. You're Samael, king of time. Satan is my father. I need to accept all of this. I can't run from who I am; I need to face it head on. How can I do that now? How am I going to get out of this mess I am in? First step, don't die and keep holding on.
I yelped in surprise by my tail being pulled. When was it even snatched? "Are you still with me, Princess?"
"How d-do you know about me," I whispered.
"Look who is curious, hmm. Mephisto sure knows how to keep secrets well-hidden and he knows how to play everyone, even the Vatican. It wasn't easy to figure it out but I'll tell you this, you have a fan. He was the one to figure everything out. I simply gained the information."
I flinched at the sound of screeching along the floor. Was my captor pulling up a chair for himself? I cautiously asked, "A fan? Who?"
"My employer of course. He sent me to get you. Don't you worry your head, Princess, you'll eventually meet him."
I have a fan? My captor is employed by someone who is a fan of mine? What does he mean? Who could it be? No one knows about me except for da-Mephisto and maybe those students I barely met but they don't know I'm a demon, do they? 'Eventually meet him?' So, does that mean I never met this person before? That doesn't make sense for a stranger to know me. Slowly I looked to my captor and began to see the silhouette of his form. "Why torture me? Why 'experiment' on me?"
I could feel the man smile sinisterly. "Oh, that is for my own fun."
Yes, before I was scared but after hearing that, I was terrified.
I sit on the stairs in the shadows with a hand resting on my chin as I smile. I've been watching Yukio tutor Miss Moriyama in Futsumaya, an exorcist supply shop her mother owns. The young exorcist was often spacing out as they went over math. Miss Moriyama noticed several times but didn't bother him about it until she decided it was time for tea. "Heh heh heh… Instead of getting upset over world crises or identity crises, humans get all afluttered over the opposite sex. How cute. However, it appears he is determined to investigate his doubts and clarify matters.
"The boundary between Assiah and Gehenna is blurring. At times like this, is it possible to draw a clear line between human and demon? Oh, right. What about the others?" I get up from the step and walk deeper into the shadows.
Before when my captor told me I was an experiment so he could learn how to destroy upper class demons, I thought he meant kill. Now that I know it is for his own fun, I'm not sure. How am I an experiment? What is he trying to do besides put me through extreme pain? Someone please save me.
Wait, my tail. I could possibly free myself. I just need to wait for the right moment. How strong is my tail? I never used it for anything besides hiding it. I looked around the room to see the silhouette of my captor on the other side of it. Everything still looked very dark and blurry so it was hard to tell what he was doing. I waged my tail to make sure it wasn't bound and to my luck, it wasn't. I had a chance after all. Slowly I wrapped my tail around my waist, making sure not to make a sound.
I looked at my arms, only seeing the silhouette of them. I wiggled the nubs of my fingers. It felt rather strange. It didn't feel like any fingers were missing but by seeing it was another story. The same could be said for my toes. Wait, that must mean the muscle my captor cut in my heel must be healed. I slowly lifted a foot to test the fact as the chains rubbed against the chair and mu ankle making me wince at the burning sensation.
"You must be thirst, Princess," I jumped as the voice was next to my ear. "I brought you some water. Don't worry, I promise it isn't holy water." I stared at the silhouette in front of me. He was right that I was thirsty but how could I trust him? He grabbed my jaw unexpectedly as he squeezed, making me go fish lips. He put a straw between my lips. "Come on, drink up."
Cautiously at first I drank a sip of the liquid and when I deemed it to be safe, I downed the whole thing. I hadn't realized I was that thirsty.
"Good girl." He still had his grip on my jaw as I felt him studying my face. His features were slowly turning into a bad blur rather than a dark silhouette. My captor suddenly let go of me. "I'll be back shortly. Remember though, do not pass out. To ensure that you don't…" Immediately a high pitched loud buzz was heard throughout the room. I cringed at the sound. Oh, how I wished I could cover my ears but then I wouldn't have heard the door slamming closed to signal that the man had left.
This is my chance. That is if I don't get driven crazy by this loud buzzing. Gosh, if only I could sleep. I'm so tired. I need to get out of here first. I unraveled my tail and slowly brought it to one of my bound wrists and slowly began to tear the holy silver away from my skin as a wail made its way from my lungs. I thought it burning my skin was bad, no, the holy silver touching my tail burns at least ten times as bad. Pulling the holy silver felt like I was tearing away skin as well. I pulled my wrist out of the bound so my tail could drop the infernal thing. Tears strained my face once more.
I used my free arm to help free my other arm as I never wanted to have my tail touch the constraints ever again. I still didn't have any fingers which grew tricky to freeing myself. I pushed the silver, trying to get it to slide off my wrist or to loosen it at the very least. Luckily my blood made the chain slip easier than it normally would have. This took me a while to finally have both arms free.
The hard part was next, freeing my ankles. How was I going to do this? Shit, would I need my tail once more? I tried to use my knuckles at first and to grab the silver with the nubs of what was left of my fingers but didn't have any luck. Next, I tried to bounce my feet to have the silver rub against the legs of the chair to see about loosening the bound. It made the silver burn even more but it worked for the most part. I unfortunately then needed to use my tail to help slip my feet from the constraints one by one until I was finally free. I sighed as a sense of freedom washed over me for a moment and a moment only.
I pushed myself off the chair gradually only to fall back in due to not being able to keep my balance. The buzzing didn't help either and added to my frustrations. New found tears kept flowing down my checks while I looked around the big blurry room, trying to block out the noise. I needed to find an escape route but there was only one entrance and exit that I could make out. I forced myself from my place in the chair to my hands and knees. With hopefully any luck, the door wouldn't be locked.
I began to crawl rather cautiously as I could feel some wounds open back up. It was rather painful and difficult but I needed to push myself. I needed to escape. I didn't want to die. With each movement, my body screamed at me to rest. Oh, how I wanted to sleep and even eat. I wouldn't mind dad's-no, Mephisto's matekiya. Donburi even sounds good or sukiyaki. I miss Belial attending to my wounds. It would be nice if he was here to help clean them up and to get a speech about me getting into fights.
I stretched a hand to open the door only to be greeted by my captor opening it first. My eyes grew in horror as I attempted to crawl in the opposite direction as fast as I could. To my dismay, I was not quick enough. My captor got a hold of me by my hair as he forcibly yanked my head back causing a cry to escape from my throat. I had my eyes firmly closed so I didn't have to see the man. He yanked my head back further as he yelled at me to open my eyes. I shook my head as I tried to grab my hair from his grasp. Too bad I need fingers for that. My captor yanked harder than before as I yelped and demanded me to open my eyes.
Fearing that I had no other choice, I opened them to find my rather blurry captor leaning over me from behand with what seemed to be an eye dropper. He let one drop of clear liquid fall from the dropper into one of my eyes. An immediate wail erupted from my lungs as it scorched my eye. He did the same to my other eye as I squirmed to get away. I used my hands to cover my eyes hoping the pressure would help with the burning.
My captor said something that I couldn't make out with the buzzing and my screaming. He still had my hair in his grasp as he began to drag me from my spot. I tried to hold onto my hair so it wouldn't be pulled out and to ease the pain. I was rather confused which pain to focus on: my eyes or the hair pulling? Please just make it stop! Help me!
Next thing I knew; I was thrown into a room as my back hit the wall hard. A sound of a heavy, thick door latching closed and locked filled the space as I was along in the small area with nowhere to escape.
I watched Rin sitting in his day class talking to his friend Godaiin from the shadows. "Hmm… So, that's how it is…"
"Humans die so quickly…," spoke an all too familiar voice.
I snapped my fingers to bring a light to the owner of the voice. "You've been awfully noisy, Amaimon."
"They're like bubbles so I don't understand why you try so hard not to pop them." He hung from the rods of clock hands impaling him.
"You just hang around there until your desire to kill Rin cools." I snapped my fingers once more to send him away. I then turned with a wink as I tilt my hat. "Oops! Did I just show you something unsettling? Is everyone even more suspicious of me now? Heh heh heh… Let's just say that even a demon like me wants to know what lies ahead. About what, you ask? Heh heh… As I warned Mr. Okumura, it's better to save some pleasures for later. The desire that thirsts for knowledge of what lies ahead is the engine of life! I'm looking forwards to what comes next!" I walk into the shadows for the final time.
How long has it been since I was put in here? Minutes? Hours? Days? Weeks? It feels like it has been an eternity. My fingers and toes have regrown back but as for my eyes healing, that I'm not a hundred percent on. The room I've been kept in is pitched black in itself and every time my captor opens the door to give me something to eat or drink to ensure I won't die, the light is too bright for me. How long will I be left in here?
I bring my knees to my chest as I curl up in my little corner. My eyes feel heavier and heavier with each blink and as soon as I'm about to pass out, a high pitched, loud buzz fills the room that causes me to flinch and cover my ears tightly. This happens every single time I'm about to fall asleep. The buzz will continue for what seems to be anywhere from minutes to a couple of hours. Each time it makes me cringe.
Little by little, I'm starting to lose any hope of being saved. I have no friends. My roommates could care less. What about Mephisto? Will he come? How can I rely on someone who lied to me my whole life? I can only rely on myself, however I'm too weak. I need to grow stronger. I must grow stronger. I need my powers, I need to be able to somehow use them, but how? I should have been practicing or training myself. Instead, I've been running away. I must come up with a way to use them without needing the fan. I need to get out of here.
