Sorry for the long wait. I broke my leg.. So yeah. Been kinda drugged out. Anyway, here is this. I hope you enjoy. If not... Well I mean it's your opinion. I myself enjoy what I've written. To those who have favorited, followed, and reviewed, I thank you from the bottom of my heart! 3 It makes writing this easier and is quite encouraging. *hint hint*
"Mephisto Pheles, you have been proven guilty of two counts of deception against True Cross Order, treason, allowing a high-level demon beyond the boundaries of True Cross Academy, as well as questionable relations with a student. For all these charges, you have been sentenced to imprisonment in True Cross Prison and suspended from your position as head of True Cross Order of Japan as well as director of True Cross Academy. You are here now as witness testimony to the demon spawn of Satan, Rin Okumura, a demon you and Shiro Fujimoto were ordered to dispose of fifteen years ago. This hearing is to decide the demon's fa-" There was a loud crash from deep within the recesses of True Cross Headquarters dungeon-like hallways, cutting of the elder who seemed to be in no need of breath during the long winded speech Mephisto was being subjected to. The demon's lips twitched upward as a murmur rose in the grandiose courtroom.
From his position on an impressively tall witness stand just in front of a large crystal-like structure containing the unconscious, still released Rin, meant to contain him from any outbursts, Mephisto could see the confusion ghosting over the attending True Cross exorcists faces. Though he could not see the elders' expressions, he was sure they were similar. A laugh bubbled from his lips, a chuckle really. The elder who had been speaking before quickly turned to Mephisto, voice stern and frustrated.
"What is happening? Mephisto, are you are behind this?" Mephisto opened his mouth to answer just a guard, looking battered and dishevelled, came dashing in, his exorcist coat torn across the shoulder and hem, dusted with dirt.
"I'm sorry for interrupting," he said with a bow, making Mephisto scoff at the formality of humans. "But, there has been a breach in the Eastern Gate. It's Amaimon, sir, the Earth King." A stifling air of horror and surprise took over the room, a chorus of gasps reaching Mephisto's ears. The smirk on his lips grew wider as the elders began to shout orders only to be rebuffed when informed all reinforcements were already broken through. The guard spoke in a weary, clearly fretting, tone. "He is barely being contained, sir. He will surely reach this chamber before we can reach outlying forces." Mephisto chose this moment to speak.
"It seems you may be in need of my help." The elders once again turned to him abruptly. "Drop the charges on me and Okumura and I will help you." Mephisto's smirk remained while he addressed the entirety of the room. "Let us see if Shiro Fujimoto raised a murderous demon or a potential asset to your impeccable arsenal of demons such as myself. The Spawn of Satan is a pawn I highly doubt those of us intelligent enough to think strategically could stand to simply lock away." He sensed hesitation and relented to put his neck on the line for the boy who he had become so protective, nearly enamored, with. "If he does not prove to be manageable and pliable to your whims, then you may retain me and do as you like with both of us." The bargain had a desired effect as the elders turned to discuss amongst themselves. Mephisto knew his head in exchange for their freedom would sway them in his favor. His assurance proved true.
"Okay, Mephisto, but we will hold you to your deal should the Spawn prove dangerous." Mephisto didn't bother to reply as he jumped from the stand to retrieve Kurikara from an unsuspecting exorcist who had brought in the 'evidence'. The man let out an effeminate gasp as Mephisto grabbed the sword from his back. The demon smirked and sauntered over to the crystal.
A few exorcists stepped forward and placed small metal devices on the surface of the gem cell. They emitted a light buzzing sound and the exorcists stepped back. The entire structure began to shake and shattered into small shards that disintegrated into seemingly thin air.
Mephisto stepped forward quickly to catch Rin as he fell, the boy weighing what seemed to be next to nothing. Mephisto set the boy down and pulled his sword out, releasing Rin's power. This roused the boy from his unconscious state, eyes opening slowly to reveal those galactic orbs that Mephisto was so fascinated by. He made no noise, no sign that he was actually conscious aside from the opening of his eyes to stare blankly at Mephisto's face.
The older demon realized that, under the power of his flames, the boy was still overcome. He made to close the sword in order to bring Rin to a responsive state but Amaimon chose that moment to finally break through one of the heavy wooden doors leading into the high-ceilinged chamber, a deafening roar spilling from his lips. The King was in his released form, a congregation of heavy rocks and boulders covering his body and making him a forty foot tall animated clay statue. The beast spouted something about Rin needing to pay as it assaulted the exorcists who were still fool hearted enough to take on the King.
Rin's instincts must have immediately sensed the threat as his body sluggishly rose from the ground where Mephisto was kneeled beside him, deft hand pulling the sword from the headmaster's own, leaving the man with just the scabbard.
The last of the exorcists were tossed into a nearby boxed in row of seats, sending wood and debris flying in hazardous directions. Amaimon's eyes narrowed on Rin. The young demon was nearly dragging his feet towards the rock structure, slow like he was in a drugged state, his head cocked to the side, his tail limp and trailing behind him, sword and arm limp at his side.
An earthen fist came crashing down to grip Rin, squeezing him and lifting him close to the Earth King's muddy face. A crazed smile was settled on Amaimon's face and Mephisto felt worry trickle up his spine, though his mind told him that; a, he must let Rin do this on his own, b, Rin's released state would never allow itself to be truly harmed, c, Rin is much stronger than the already weakened Amaimon.
"Little Brother, you have no idea how much it pains me to.." the King cackled and squeezed Rin's still unresponsive body even tighter, "... see you alive! I shall fix that then have Brother all to myself!" Mephisto suppressed a scoff at such a statement, mentally mocking Amaimon for thinking he would ever forgive him for disobeying his orders, for attempting to murder Rin.
Rin let out a snarl, as if life had suddenly been restored to his body, and his flames grew from a low spark into a towering inferno. Whatever moisture was in the dirt around his body evaporated and Rin broke the crackling crust left behind with ease, running skillfully up the arm that had previously been holding him with such speed it even surprised Mephisto.
Kurikara came down, slicing through Amaimon's arm and dragging a howl of pain from the King's lips. Rin flipped gracefully off the falling rocks, landing on his opponent's immense shoulder. Amaimon turned his head as if to bite at the boy, a demented laugh on his lips that matched the insanity in his eyes. He hooked Rin's leg with one of his rock canines but the boy merely used it as leverage to smash his foot through the roof of the demon's mouth.
Using his sword as leverage, Rin spun on the tip of the blade, other foot colliding with Amaimon's terra cotta nose. Rocks from the King's lower face scattered and rained down on the onlooking exorcist's.
Mephisto caught sight of Rin's expression and felt a chill settle across his skin. There was an eerie madness in those now violet eyes, though the rest of his face lacked emotion minus a tightness in his jaw. It was a look he had never seen on Rin's face and it vaguely reminded him of a face Father made when he was particularly enraged by something. This thought was even more unsettling than the look that spurred it.
The blue flamed demon evaded a freshly regenerated arm from Amaimon and used it as a platform to glide over once again. Rin reeled around, stabbing his sword through the rock hand and into the shoulder it had just connected with. The hand was lodged there for a moment and Rin left the sword imbedded. Mephisto's eyes widened and his fingers itched with the urge to rush forward, unbelieving that Rin would leave his only weapon behind. Idiot boy. Was he trying to get himself crushed?
However, as that thought flitted through the man's mind, Rin turned on his heel and kneeled on Amaimon's squirming arm before thrusting his own arm through the left side of the rock structure's chest. The entire room looked on with horrified eyes as Rin pulled his hand back.
In his clawed grasp was Amaimon's fist sized heart. There was blood dripping from it and pouring down Rin's arm. The boy somersaulted backwards, pulling his sword out of his shrinking opponent as he went and landing sprily on his feet.
He was facing Mephisto where he landed, completely disregarding Amaimon's lifeless, now-normal-sized body as it landed in an unmoving heap on a pile of rubble, a gaping hole in his chest. Rin's face was now twisted into one of the most bloodthirsty expressions Mephisto had ever seen. It was haunting, eyes wide and pupils dilated, lips pulled back into an empty grin, a drop of blood marring his pale cheek.
Mephisto stepped forward cautiously, drawing Rin's attention towards him. The older demon could feel the elders' eyes on him, their gazes expecting and calculating. He took another tentative stride and Rin cocked his head, turning his hand over. The heart landed with a wet thud, resounding in the quiet cavern.
The demon's tail flickered and twitched behind him as he watched the other demon, whose scent seemed so vaguely familiar to him, come closer as the rest of the room waited on a baited breathe. The scene looked like that of a wild animal being approached by an animal control officer. The scent filling his nose brought flashes of golden colors and a smirk. It brought a warmth to his body and the cold flames across his skin seemed to dissipate.
As Rin's flames disappeared, he dropped his sword and swayed. Mephisto moved forward to once again catch the boy as he lost consciousness. Hefting the boy into his arms, a sense of deja vu tickled the back of his mine and he turned to the elders. A smirk spread across his lips once again as he saw the thin lines most of the elders wore on their own lips.
"As you may all see, Rin Okumura is a useful weapon and can easily be controlled. Now, I will be returning to my school before my absent is missed too dearly. My students will be returning soon and there is much to do." Mephisto bowed in a nearly mocking way. He glanced at Amaimon's body and made a face. "I will also be sending my dearly departed brother to Gehenna for a proper burial. Good day to you all."
Without giving the elders a chance to respond and with a puff of purple smoke, the three demons were gone.