Amaimon began to walk away, his Behemoth leapt towards Aimi, CRASH. There was a loud crash, as if a tree was torn down. A red light started to illuminate. Amaimon could see it from the corner of his eye, interested, he turned around to see that his Behemoth was sliced in half. Amaimon's eyes widened and then, poof, his Behemoth was gone. Anger built up inside Amaimon. "You. Killed. My. Behemoth!" He charged towards Aimi, who was now in her demon form.
Aimi was panting as the red light illuminated off of her; her wounds from their last fight began to heal faster. Her face turned to a scowl and she charged towards Amaimon. With both of their forces going against each other they collided and pushed each other back hundreds of feet in the opposite directions. Both of them stood up from their collision and began to look around for each other. Aimi began to grow impatient; she punched a tree, breaking it in half.
"You'll pay for killing my Behemoth!" Amaimon shouted from above as he made his way quickly towards the ground. Amaimon stood in front of Aimi and in a split second he gathered his hand into a fist, made contact to her gut, and sent her flying backwards. As soon as he punched her he began walking in the direction he had thrown her.
It took quite awhile for Aimi to recollect herself. Cough, cough, Aimi spit up a bit of blood, this only pissed her off. As she began to stand up, Amaimon had already made his way to her. He "helped" her up by grabbing onto the back of her shirt and bringing her closer to him, "You are rather quite pretty. It's a shame I'm going to kill you."
Aimi didn't hesitate to spit in his face, causing him to drop her, "Oof!"
He wiped the spit off his face, "That is rather rude, you know."
Aimi got up, grabbed his head with her hands, and kneed him in the face. Amaimon fell to the ground. She picked him up, grabbed his throat and pushed him against a tree. Steam began to radiate off where she was holding his neck. "I've had enough of your shit! I don't know what you or that clown you call a brother want, but I'm getting real sick of it." The longer her hand stayed against his skin the more steam would radiate off. It soon began to become too much and started to burn Amaimon's skin.
He ignored Aimi's words fascinated by the steam, despite the pain, a smile spread across his face, "Fascinating…" he quietly said.
Just as Aimi was about to punch Amaimon in the face a clapping sound was heard in the distance. It got closer and closer, Aimi and Amaimon looked in the direction of the claps. The figured walked closer, until it was in the light of the setting sun. Aimi's eyes widened, "You."
HQ
Rin was panting. Shura had said she was going to kill him for being the Devil's son. She did however agree to help get his powers under control. "What about Aimi? How am I going to be able to get her back without my sword?"
"You can't." Shura plainly stated.
"Exactly. So can I ha-"
Shura cut Rin off, "Because you aren't."
"Excuse me!" Rin was angry now, "You're just going to let her die then?!"
"She's not our problem." Shura shrugged as she began to walk to the door. The door opened and she walked out, Rin quickly followed.
"What do you mean she's not your problem?! She's still a human being! You are just going to let her die because she's not your problem?!" Rin pulled at Shura's shoulder to make her look at him. "Are you going to answer me?!"
"Look, kid. I don't know what she has and hasn't told you, but she is none of the Vaticans concern, she is not human. If we get involved we will only kill her."
Rin's eyes widened before returning his scowl, "So because she is part demon you won't help her. So what about me, huh?! What if I was in trouble, because I'm half demon you wouldn't help me?!"
Shura busted out laughing, only pissing Rin off more, "Oh kid, you have no idea." Shura turned around and began to walk again.
Rin was left pissed off and confused.
In the forest
"Wonderful, just wonderful." A smile appeared on the figure's face, it seemed to be a man from the voice that spoke.
Aimi let go of Amaimon, letting him drop to the ground, revealing a burnt hand mark where she held onto him. "How did you find me…?"
"Well, you make it kind of obvious when you go around making such a mess." He gestured to the torn up forest.
"Grr…What do you want?"
Amaimon began to readjust himself, "I'm sorry to break up your little reunion, but" Amaimon stood up and rubbed his burnt neck, "we were in the middle of something."
The man looked over at Amaimon, "Picking fights with demon kings? You just don't know when to quit, do you?" The man chuckled. "I'm sorry, but your little fight is going to have to wait. The man stepped closer towards the two of them, revealing his face a bit more. He was in a black hooded cape, his face was porcelain just like Aimi's, his eyes also a deep purple; his hair was unseen because of his hood. He took one step closer before removing his hood, revealing his short silver hair. He looked just like Aimi. "Come with me, my dear Aimi."
"Never."
Amaimon began to get irritated, "I don't like being ignored!" He went to shove the man into a tree only to be thrown back into the ground. The man's cape flew off, revealing two huge white wings.
"Come with me, my dear." He held out his hand.
"No. I don't trust the likes of you." Aimi stepped away from the man.
"Why not? You can always trust an angel." He had a smile on his face, which seemed sort of mischievous.
"Pfft. An angel? How long you going to keep that lie going?"
The man chuckled, "Ah, my dear. There's no lying going on here. Now come, it's time for you to come home."
A/N: I hope everyone enjoyed their Thanksgiving and Black Friday! Did we all get fat from turkey (: ?! I know I did! Haha! I hope you enjoy this next chapter. I am sorry I didn't update at all during the week it was hectic with two toddlers and amazing concert Like I promised updating will resume to normal (: Leave comments!