A/n; So, I have a couple of things to aapologize for...

1. I had to type this up on my phone and autocorrect hates me. So please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes

2. I had a lot of trouble finding how to get to where I wanted to go with this part of the story, so some parts may seem rushed or poorly written, sorry if they do.

So, with that said, I hope you enjoy this (extremely overdue (sorry about that too (bracketception))) chapter! :-D

As it turned out, waiting, was, somehow even worse than most things Rin had been forced to go through. Most.

Despite the fact that he had been given an extremely large living quarers in the palace, he felt restricted and trapped.

Probably due to the fact that he wasn't allowed to leave. He would spend hours at a time pacing his room, trying to refrain from breaking anything out of frustration and, after a day of two, not only was he massively infuriated, but he was going massively stir-crazy as well.

Another day passed, Rin refused to eat anything, the thought of food making him feel sick to his stomach, for a reason unknown to him. It can't matter that much.

He wondered how his demonic healing would react to starvation. Not having anything else to do, he decided to find out. It seems random, yes, but, by this point, Rin was willing to do anything to distract himself from the restlessness churning in his gut.

Another couple of days, and Run was starting to deal pains in his stomach. His fury has been building up inside him and with this new problem, his body wasn't coping well.

His immune system must have been trying to heal the cells that were dying of starvation, but all it did was use up more energy, and make things worse. He wanted to give up this stupid exeriment, but Rin was already at the stage where he was too hungry to eat.

The servants that came to his door to offer meals began to get worried as they hear the pained moaning of the starving boy.

After just over a week without food, and the servants had even tried to knock down the door, but palace security was as tight as it was meant to be. The demon who had to tell Satan was lucky to have escaped with his life.

In the next instant, the door into Rin's room was blasted to pieces in an explosion of powerful blye flames, but what awaited in there was something even he haf never seen before.

The entire room appeared to be either frozen or burning. Rin was curled up in a ball in the bed, barely conscious.

Every time anyone tried to enter the room, the flames would push them back out, almost incinerating them in the process.

All around, the crackle of collapsing furniture and supports around them filled the air. Rin was convulsing in apparent agony as the demonic blood inside him was having a civil war.

While trying to heal the dying cells, Rin's immune system had torn holes in his tissue, allowing the blood to flow into places it shouldn't.

Of course, all of this is just hindsight grasping for an explaination, but it seems the most likely senario.

Inside his entire body, all Rin could feel was an uncontrollable burning sensation, that was somehow also freezing his bones, and unlike anything he had felt before in his life.

He knew that he couldn't hold on to any kind of remnants of his sanity for much longer. The agony was too much.

On the outside, Satan was using his own flames to counter the ones destroying the room.

"Why is it so damn powerful?..."

The anger was so concentrated in the room, that you could almost smell it.

Rin's convusions grew more and more extreme. It wasn't long before-

"ENOUGH!"

Just as an immense blue power shook the room, extinguishing the flames, Rin's mind finally snapped. A howl echoed around the now silent room.

Before long it could be identified as laughter.

It was the last sound Rin made.

The laugh stopped so suddenly an ominous quiet began to suffocate the room.

A growl clawed it's way out of Rin's lips, his tail cracking like a whip.

Just as he lept towards them, Satan used his power to hold Rin in place.

"I want him locked up in the dungeon, you know which one I mean. NOW!"

It was taking much more effort than it should to restrain Rin as he still tried to tear at him, showing no signs of stopping.

It certainly wasn't Rin.

Not as himsef, anyway. Now, Satan would have to take him to the dungeon personally.

"You really are a pain, it turned out, waiting, was, somehow even worse than most things Rin had been forced to go through. Most.

Despite the fact that he had been given an extremely large living quarers in the palace, he felt restdicted and trapped.

Probably due to the fact that he wasn't allowed to leave. He would spend hours at a time pacing his room, trying to refrain from breaking anything out of frustration and, after a day of two, not only was he massively infuriated, but he was going massively stir-crazy as well.

Another day passed, Rin refused to eat anything, the thought of food making him feel sick to his stomach, for a reason unknown to him. It can't matter that much.

He wondered how his demonic healing would react to starvation. Not having anything else to do, he decided to find out. It seems random, yes, but, by this point, Rin was willing to do anything to distract himself from the restlessness churning in his gut.

Another couple of days, and Run was starting to deal pains in his stomach. His fury has been building up inside him and with this new problem, his body wasn't coping well.

His immune system must have been trying to heal the cells that were dying of starvation, but all it did was use up more energy, and make things worse. He wanted to give up this stupid exeriment, but Rin was already at the stage where he was too hungry to eat.

The servants that came to his door to offer meals began to get worried as they hear the pained moaning of the starving boy.

After just over a week without food, and the servants had even tried to knock down the door, but palace security was as tight as it was meant to be. The demon who had to tell Satan was lucky to have escaped with his life.

In the next instant, the door into Rin's room was blasted to pieces in an explosion of powerful blye flames, but what awaited in there was something even he haf never seen before.

The entire room appeared to be either frozen or burning. Rin was curled up in a ball in the bed, barely conscious.

Every time anyone tried to enter the room, the flames would push them back out, almost incinerating them in the process.

All around, the crackle of collapsing furniture and supports around them filled the air. Rin was convulsing in apparent agony as the demonic blood inside him was having a civil war.

While trying to heal the dying cells, Rin's immune system had torn holes in his tissue, allowing the blood to flow into places it shouldn't.

Of course, all of this is just hindsight grasping for an explaination, but it seems the most likely senario.

Inside his entire body, all Rin could feel was an uncontrollable burning sensation, that was somehow also freezing his bones, and unlike anything he had felt before in his life.

He knew that he couldn't hold on to any kind of remnants of his sanity for much longer. The agony was too much.

On the outside, Satan was using his own flames to counter the ones destroying the room.

"Why is he so damn powerful?..."

The anger was so concentrated in the room, that you could almost smell it.

Rin's convusions grew more and more extreme. It wasn't long before-

"ENOUGH!"

Just as an immense blue power shook the room, extinguishing the flames, Rin's mind finally snapped. A howl echoed around the now silent room.

Before long it could be identified as laughter.

It was the last sound Rin made.

The laugh stopped so suddenly an ominous quiet began to suffocate the room.

A growl clawed it's way out of Rin's lips, his tail cracking like a whip.

Just as he lept towards them, Satan used his power to hold Rin in place.

"I want him locked in the dungeon, and you know which one I mean! NOW!"

It was taking much more effort than it should to restrain Rin as he still tried to tear at him, showing no signs of stopping.

It certainly wasn't Rin.

Not as himsef, anyway. Now, Satan would have to take him to the dungeon personally.

"You really are a pain, son."

Before long, Rin was sealed in the most secure dungeon the palace had to offer. Although, this didn't seem to deter him from trying to claw his way out.

Not long after his incarceration, the sound of an explosion shook the entire palace to it's foundation.

Dust and chunks of rock were raining from the ceiling.

Someone was invading the castle, had Rin been aware, he would have known exactly who it was.

Soon, demons of all kinds were swarming in through the breach on the fourth floor. "

Before long, Rin was sealed in the most secure dungeon the palace had to offer. Although, this didn't seem to deter him from trying to claw his way out.

Not long after his incarceration, the sound of an explosion shook the entire palace to it's foundation.

Dust and chunks of rock were raining from the ceiling.

Someone was invading the castle, had Rin been aware, he would have known exactly who it was.

Soon, demons of all kinds were swarming in through the breach on the fourth floor. All wielding deadly weapons. Somehow, that knew that Run had lost control and been locked up. With everyone you just fighting to let him out, he was trapped. For better if for worse.

The smell of spilt blood seemed to drive the demon puppeteering Rin's body crazy. He became even more inane on escape, as if he was being pulled towards the violence.

Finally, one of the servants found their way down.

With a hesitant glance, he whipped out a set of keys and three the door open. Making sure to steer well clear of it once he has been released.

The demons trying to get in broke through the door and, immediately, Soon was in them like a wolf amung sheep. The demonic bloodthirst reading them to shreds.

As he made his way up, it no longer mattered who was friend or foe. Everything that moved was a target, just like before. He hadn't changed a bit.

For certain, he had killed some of the servants that were fighting for him, but in his state, he was incapable of caring. However, these demons had come prepared. They had weapons. Knives, swords, projectiles, and they outnumbered the palace. Somewhere, get away, Satan was also fighting, leaving a trail of blackened corpses behind him.

It wasn't long before Rin's footprints were dyed the colour red.

Subconsciously, Rin was searching for kurikara. He could feel it's presence. It was like a leash pulling him closer.

One of them had it here.

The demon's fighting became even more furious, desperate, even. He had to get the sword, he HAD TO.

Anyone who got in the way was dead before they got the ground. Soon, he found him.

It was the demon who had kidnapped him. The sword was glowing blue, out of its shieth.

The one this demon was fighting, was Satan.

All Rin could do was run forward, his clawed hand outstretched.

But he was too late. As if in slow motion, Satan retaliated a blow, with a ball of bright blue fire, and fired it right at Kurikara.

The sword held, mostly, but I'm the centre, was a network of cracks as big as Rin's hand.

There was an explosion of azure light, and, finally, darkness.