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Just like the worlds after, the dimension of Caelum had a beginning. The Universe had grown lonely in the vast space it governed over, with no people to rule, and no planets able to be deemed habitable, it created two siblings. Ellowyn and Eris.

Ellowyn is what Caelum now knows to be the source of all creation. He, more so than his sister, held a high opinion on creating a world filled with joy and celebration. His soul was that of fire, war and power, energy and strength, and determination to achieve his will. To fulfill his wish, from his fire he gave life to three children, Aadn, Daifa, and Aadi. The first born, the majestic creation, and the beginning. These three, like their two cousins, would become the foundation of the four dimensions of Caelum, Purgatory, Gehenna, and Assiah.

On the other hand, Eris wished for a world filled with peace and tranquility. Since she was born, she admired how silent the world could be, in its expanse, no one was there to disturb this silence and only she, her brother, and their creator dwelled there. Her soul was that of water, with its tranquil form and pure undertone. Seeing as her brother wanted to expand this peaceful life into one filled with joy and noise, she couldn't help but feel, for the lack of a better word, annoyed. To help her keep this from happening she created Huda and Cataclysm. The peaceful event and violent event.

These two siblings, with opposing souls and natures, would never have expected what would come from the future. Ellowyn did obtain the wish that he wanted but later regretted it. When he saw what he created, the angels, he saw nothing but nuisances. Eris saw these new beings as pure children who needed the guidance of the old Gods. Eris witnessed her brother become distant with those he had helped create, and as she saw this, it broke something inside her. She started to wonder when Ellowyn's fire had died out. His once passionate fire had died out and in turn given that of a destructive nature. Confused about what she could do for her brother she asked the Universe to help her with a solution. A solution came in the form of the Holy Flames.

"Your line shall wield these flames alone, and only one of your descendants will be able to return Ellowyn his flames of creation."

"How will I know which one of my descendants is the one?"

"It will be one with a pure heart, a conscious mind of the world, and holds a deep respect for that of family. You will know who it is once they are born. Little by little, you will help influence their way of thinking and where they will pledge their loyalty to as the time soon arises upon them."

The Holy Flames has the attribute of that of an ordinary flame such as warmth and destruction, creation and passion. However, it holds water attributes such as devotion and grace, purification and tranquility. A form of magic that is fueled by two opposing forces could not have possibly existed, however, there it was passed down to thirteen individuals. A flame as passionate as the one who wields it, and a blue as beautiful as the water. Eris first saw this power manifest in the first child in Generation R in her family line. She watched as the child grew to be pure of heart and a mind filled with wonder; however, the child was not the one.

Two generations later, twins manifested the Holy Flames; however, before she could see either of them grow up, they died in an accident.

Nine other individuals would come and go before the thirteenth child appeared. The child was one graced with pureness and passion. A perfect blend of the attributes of fire and water. He outdid his own father's power of creation as he began learning magic. His flames did not appear until he was eight years of age, Eris seeing this held onto a sliver of hope that he may be the one to return her brother to normal. When she saw him marry a woman, with the same mindset as him, she could feel it in her heart that this was the child she had been waiting for. A child pure of heart, an open mind, and one with a great responsibility to family.

She watched over him, his wife and their eight children as they planned to give a gift to their King. She watched in horror as they were all stripped of the angelic status and tossed away as if they were nothing but yesterday's waste. She watched as they were disgraced and humiliated by the same angels they once called family. She watched as her hope's younger brother was killed off for aiding him. She listened as he cried in silence, she watched as he continued to care for children and the other demons alone with a yet to be reincarnated wife.

From her place in the Universe, she watched as her brother kept influencing his descendants to get rid of the humans. She listened as he ordered them to kill one another. Not being able to take it much longer, she began to influence the fallen star and his children. She pleaded for them to protect the young beings, and so they did. She pleaded for them to forgive the young beings, and so they did. She pleaded with them to understand the young being, and so they did. She pleaded for them to help the young beings, and so they did.

She watched in despair as she couldn't do anything more than influence her descendants. She could do nothing more but to watch and listen.

I was surprised with myself being able to the get through the rest of the day with no trouble. As regular classes came to an end so did another project. I had sent my shadows on a wild goose chase to find out who had sent that Naberius after me yesterday. I had a hunch who it might have been after seeing his display of summoning, but I myself needed to make sure before I sent out false accusations his way.

Walking toward the nearest closed door on the culinary floor she was stopped by a nearby shadow attached to a dance student.

"Your Highness, I have a name," the shadow started. "Neuhaus Igor."

That name was all it took for me to place the key into the keyhole and enter True Cross Cram School. The air around me felt heavy and it didn't let up as I entered the classroom. Looking to my left immediately I was surprised to see Kamiki sitting in her usual seat with a far off stare. From what I could see from her, I assumed she wasn't here by choice since she had stayed behind and did not attend any of her regular classes, according to her shadow. In a sense I understood her, from what I could tell she was a prideful young girl from a long line of mediums from the Inari shrine, I knew from that I could not delve any deeper. Afterall, my brother had been pissed off at the Nine-Tailed Fox since that incident occurred. However, she put her pride above all else, and now, she has lost that pride that she so dearly holds because of Paku. I sighed and walked toward my desk leaving her alone. I knew better than try to reassure someone who was currently lost in thought and clearly had no heart to listen to.

As the day dragged on, the teachers and the rest of the class had slowly begun noticing how silent Kamiki was being. The first, being the Neuhaus', was the tip of the iceberg. When he called upon her to fill out a summoning circle she had failed to pay attention, leading to Shiemi to be the one to fill it out, with a few mistakes. During our first fifteen minute break between classes, she had said absolutely nothing about her attitude, nor did I think anybody wanted to know about it. The second class, The Bible: Scripture Recitation Spells, with Angeline Maki had started off as always, by, of course, the teacher starting a verse and picking a student to finish it off, she, for some reason, picked me. Now I would probably think that she did this in order to catch me off guard (Lady, I need my sleep), but let's be honest here, she knew I was the adopted child of the great and powerful Paladin Fujimoto Shiro, so I just had to know the bible by now right? She guessed right.

"Let's see, Okumura-chan, I would like you to complete Chapter 5 from the book of Matthew: 'You have heard how it was said, You will love your neighbor and hate your enemy."

I looked at her for a moment and cringed an outright cringe. I unclenched my jaw and let the words flow out, "'But I say this to you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you; so that you may be children of your Father in heaven, for he causes his sun to rise on the bad as well as the good, and sends down rain to fall on the upright and the wicked alike. For if you love those who love you, what reward will you get? Do not even the tax collectors do as much? And if you save your greetings for your brothers, are you doing anything exceptional? Do not even the gentiles do as much? You must, therefore, be perfect, just as your heavenly Father is perfect.'"

Perfect? Perfect? Perfect?

No one is born perfect. Humans are often pushed to their limits to become perfect by their environment, even the ones who say that they will always accept them and their faults, in the end, they are thrown to the curb when they don't meet their expectations. They are abandoned and that often leads to doubt, insecurity, and depression. They begin to second guess themselves when they shouldn't and thus they are driven to actions that could put their mind and body at risk. So being perfect is something that humans cannot do no matter how much they are expected to.

So. Screw you, Gramps, and Matthew. But mostly Gramps.

Next to me, I heard Shiemi utter a congratulation, but to be honest, I didn't care. The Bible, which my Grandfather had made happen, was full of stories that made him out to be the good guy, and it made humans second guess their existence. It was a book that I truly despised.

The rest of the class dragged on until the last minute Angeline asked Kamiki to chant Psalm 30, now imagine my face when she stuttered to chant the 12 verses from our homework.

"I will extol thee, O Lord, for thou hast… thou hast…" She trailed off right on the first verse. The confusion on her face was evident, Angeline expressed her disappointment in her top student and went on to choosing Suguro.

"I will extol thee, O Lord, for thou hast lifted me up and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me. O Lord, my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me. O Lord, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave. Thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. Sing unto the Lord O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness; for his anger endureth but a moment. In his favor is life, and unto the Lord I made supplication. What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust; and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks unto thee forever."

With that, the professor left us alone to mind our own business while we waited for Yukio to arrive. Listening to Suguro being praised behind me I paid no attention to it as I got out the material we needed for Anti-Demon Pharmacology. I think it was probably 30 seconds after the praising began when everything went wrong between Kamiki and Suguro.

"Memorization is just fake intelligence."

The Kyoto group looked at her baffled, as she finally spoke after two hours of not saying anything to any of us."

"You say something? Because where I stand, you can't even remember four lines," growled Suguro.

I watched as their shadows growled and clawed at one another in response to their owners' emotions.

"It's not that I can't remember it! I just don't! While Arias are busy chanting, they're defenseless. Their party has to protect them. They are nothing but baggage." Kamiki snarled as she made her toward Suguro.

"What was that? Just because I want to become an Aria you think it's okay to piss on someone's dreams?" Getting up in a fit rage.

"You mean like defeating Satan? Oh please! You're nothing but a joke you know? And jokes are made to be laughed at."

"Kamiki. Do you mind shutting up?" The girl turned to me when she got in front of my desk. She flinched as she received my glare. "Did I not make myself clear to you before? If you fucking laugh in someone's face about their ambitions, I will give a shit load about your own, and I will laugh and laugh and laugh. You reap, what you sow, get that in your fucking mind before you speak. I know you are feeling emotional because of Paku-san, but do you really think she would want you to behave this way? I don't think so."

"What the hell? Who do you think you are? How dare you talk to me like that!"

"Who am I? Oh, I'll tell you exactly who I am, I am the daughter of-"

"Okumura-chan, Kamiki-chan, Suguro-kun, please, take your seats, the class is about to begin."

I looked behind Kamiki to see Yukio standing in front of the teacher's podium. He may have been addressing all of us, but his stare was directed toward me. The look he gave was one of a warning, 'not another word.' We kept our gazes on each other even as the other students had finally taken their respected seats. I let out a huff of breath as he began to address the class about today's class, all while throwing glances my way. Not being able to stand the 20th glance 6 minutes into class, I shoved my stuff into my bag before getting up to leave.

"Okumura-chan, take your seat."

"Sorry teach, I don't feel so good right now." I looked at him and allowed my pupils to slit up like those of a snake. I smirked as I saw his eyes widened in his response, and walked out of the room. Closing the door, I left out a sigh.

Damn, Yukio. Did you really think I was going to announce to the whole class that I am the one and only daughter of Satan? Don't make me laugh. Clicking my tongue, I stuffed my hands in coat pockets before sulking off to the nearest door and away from my classmates.

It didn't take a genius to guess something was wrong with me, as soon as I walked onto the roof of the old boys' dormitory, Kuro ran into my arms asking if I was okay.

All I could do is look at the sith cat and smile, as I clutched onto him and leaned against the wall.

Ah, my breaking point is near, I thought. Is it because of Gabriel? I am feeling uneasy, with him looking around for me.

Maybe, I will become a demon they will all fear in the future.

Maybe, Gabriel was right.

Maybe.

I looked at the others with Bariyons on their laps, all of them were quietly groaning in pain as Yukio began his lecture.

"I will have you all taking full responsibility as to what transpired today during class. I don't care who started it or what lead up to the discussion, however, I will have you all know that no single Exorcist works alone. An Exorcist must rely upon their comrades for help, that is why there are teams created to keep each of them safe. Do I make myself clear?"

There were a few mumbles and nods, but I just sat there, uncomfortable with both the situation and a bad feeling that I've been having in my stomach for a while now.

Maybe I really was sick.

Do demons get sick?

I mean we are allergic to miasma excreted by the Impure King, does that count?

"Yukio," I started. "Don't steal the old man's lectures!"

I smirked as I saw him visibly flinch.

"What? No, I didn't."

"Really? Do you want me to recall the 32 times we've had this same type of lecture? Sure maybe instead of Bariyons, it was a stack of books he kept adding to every ten minutes, but still!" I remarked and cleared my throat to begin impersonating the comatosed Paladin. "'Collective responsibility you two, you both witnessed and where part of the fight so deal with the consequences!'"

Yukio let out an awkward cough, "Anyways, I have a mission that will last about three hours, by the time I return I want you all to think about what you have done and get along. Because of the ghoul attack yesterday, I'll lock up every way in and out of the dorm, and place it under heavy wards."

"Lock? Then how are we supposed to get out?" and a grumpy Suguro.

"Get out? You don't," then he gave us an innocent smile before leaving the room.

Not even seconds later, the bickering between Kamiki and Suguro began once again.

"Well, at least we know who to blame," grumbled Suguro.

"Huh? You grabbed me first!"

"You started it!"

"Stop fighting with me in the middle! You both started this, now shut up already!" I exclaimed at the two of them.

"You know, you have a bad personality Kamiki."

"Tell me something I don't already know," she countered.

"No wonder people run away from you."

At that statement, the lights went out. I immediately got up and the Bariyon rolled to the ground with a loud thump. Walking towards the nearest window, I looked out to see the rest of the lights outside of the dormitory on.

"This isn't a regular blackout," I muttered.

"Do you think your brother shut off the power too?" asked Suguro taking out his phone to light up the room.

Before I could respond to him, I felt a demonic presence inside the building, one that reminded me of the Naberius. Was Neuhaus really going to attack us two days in a row? What was the point of all of this?

Wait.

The exwire exam.

Was this the exam?

This had to be the exam.

Grabbing hold of Kurikara with my left hand, I prepared myself for what was to come.

"Ghouls like the darkness."

"What?" asked Shima.

"Are you saying that the Ghoul got in again?" asked Konekomaru. "How is that even possible? Didn't Okumura-sensei say that he was going to place wards around the building?"

"What if someone, other than us, summoned it from inside the building? If we find this person, we have to destroy their summoning paper, or erase a part of their summoning circle."

"What makes you so certain, that it's someone who summoned the demon?" asked Shiemi.

"I remembered Yukio telling me that True Cross has enough wards that could rival that of the Vatican," I explained to her. "Anyways, we have to either find that person, or we have to get to the power room and turn the light back on to weaken the Naberius if only a little. We should divide ourselves into two groups that can protect one another. I want, Konekomaru, Takara, Shima, and Yamada, to focus on looking for a way out. If you find a way out send us a message immediately and we'll meet you there. The rest of us will make our way to the power room and see if we can get it back on, by no means should we engage the Naberius, it could easily overpower us. If we absolutely have to, its death verse should be in the last 10 chapters of the Gospel of John.

"Don't look at me like that, we should go our separate ways before it finds us here. I would rather us have a way out than being locked up with the Naberius."

They looked at me before nodding in understanding. As my group watched as the others made their way toward the entrance, we made our way to where the generator should be located.

"Hey Okumura, why'd you group us together, if you know that both Suguro and I won't get along?"

"Yukio wants you to work on your comradery right? This is the best to do so in a situation like this instead of a practice situation that they make us go through like in class, so suck it up you two, because you'll be protecting each other."

As we neared the corridor to where the generator was located we could smell the pungent stench of the Naberius near us. At that same moment, Suguro's phone vibrated, "Koneko, just sent me a message saying that they found an open window in the cafeteria."

"Good," if the Naberius finds us first before we get to the generator that's where we run to," I whispered them.

"Shouldn't we go now while we still have the chance?" Shiemi asked.

"No," I started. "If we can smell the Naberius odor from here than that means it's close, but without a certain location, we are sitting ducks. Get ready just in case it gives us no choice but to engage."

If I remember correctly, a Naberius has up to five types of powers and abilities.

Necrotic seepage. The fluid secreted by a Naberius is extremely toxic and, if left untreated, causes the body to enter necrosis. If in a dark area, the Naberius is able to secrete much more toxic fluid, being shown capable of spraying a mass amount in every which direction. The treatment for the burns caused by this fluid is aloe.
Enhanced strength, enhanced speed, enhanced durability, and human speech, if one is a high enough class, a Naberius may retain the ability to make use of its vocal cords, thereby allowing it to speak, albeit brokenly, as well as laugh.*

We silently walked down the corridor hoping to not run into the ghoul, but as always, life likes throwing crap right at our way as the Naberius' rounded the corner our way.

"Shit," I hissed. "Guys, it's coming too fast, we may have to engage it."

As I exclaimed to them, the Naberius let out its secretion in our direction, looking at the other three, I could see that they were getting quickly affected by the toxin.

"Shiemi, ask your Greenman for aloe and some form of protection for us. Suguro, begin chanting from the last five chapters of the Gospel of John, Kamiki, when your mind is at ease, summon your Byakko and provide these two with defense."

"Wait, what are you planning on doing Rin?" asked Shiemi.

"I am going to provide as a distraction, and try to make my way towards the generator, I think that is where the one who summoned the Naberius is located."

I could feel Suguro's gaze on my back as he was chanting, I turned to him and smiled before clutching onto Kurikara and making my way toward the Ghoul.

"Hey! You with the contorted face! Yeah, you! If you don't stop me right now, I'll go right to the generator room and turn on the lights that you hate!" I yelled as I began running toward the generator that was behind it.

Behind me could hear the tearing of skin, hesitating, I looked behind to see the Naberius splitting in two.

Shit.

This one was able to divide in two?

By the time it had finished dividing, Shiemi had finally set up a protection and was applying aloe to herself, Suguro and Kamiki. Kamiki on the other stood in front of the both them with her summoning paper in hand. The Ghoul not only divided, but they also divided their attention between the four of us. One of them began making its way toward the thicket that Shiemi's Greenman created, while the other began to follow me.

"I'll leave that one to you!"

I dashed onwards towards the generator room with the Ghoul in tow.

As I reached the room, I could sense the Neuhaus much closer than before, hearing the Ghoul closer, I began looking at all the labels that marked each part of the generator. I glimpsed at the lettering that spelled out BREAKER BOX, I made my way toward it as I felt a pair of eyes following my every move. Opening the panel, I turned on the lights and turned to face my teacher.

"Are you the one who did all this Neuhaus? Why would you do such a thing?" I questioned.

The man came out of the shadows and grinned at me, a cynical grin.

"What if I am?"

"Don't answer my question with another question!" I exclaimed. "Who are you that gives you the right to something like this?"

"Who am I?" He muttered. "I am a survivor of the Blue Night."

What?

"Satan possessed me for mere moments, but I lost this eye, "he said lifting up his eyepatch, "and my family, who tried to save me.

"I can never forgive Satan or any demon, let alone Satan's spawn. I will kill you, even if it costs me my life!"

He lunged at me along with the other Ghoul coming from my left. I glanced at its direction watching the figure fold in on itself, Neuhaus let out a silent curse as he watched his summoned demon disappear. However, he made no effort in stopping his onslaught on me.

Frowning I slipped Kurikara out of its red sleeve, and let the sheathed sword lay in my right hand. A bunch of simulations went through my mind at this point, if I unsheathed Kurikara here, the others would be able to see my blue flames. If I unsheathed Kurikara here, Neuhaus more than likely not stop his onslaught on me and would possibly even summon another demon. Another possibility of unsheathing Kurikara would lead to the others questioning fanged teeth and elongated ears all of a sudden. In the end, I couldn't unsheathe the sword, not today at least.

I clicked my tongue in annoyance and watched Neuhaus' snarling expression.

Humans are very scary.

I watched as one of his summoning circles on his arms began to glow and I felt an arm piercing its way through my left side.

"Tch," I moaned. "Do you. Do you feel better now?

"If that's not enough, you can continue. I'm used to stuff like this so, I'll put up with whatever you can dish out. Just, just don't involve anyone else in this! They have nothing to do this! They don't know, let me," I coughed. "Let me be the one to tell them. Please."

Neuhaus' eyes widened in surprise as he stared at me, "You think this settles it? Others will be coming, so be ready."

I frowned at his statement, "You know before you begin throwing words of insult, you should figure why exactly the Blue Night occurred in the first place. You should figure out what happened that night in one of the Vatican's chambers."

He frowned in turn and disappeared back into the shadows as we heard footsteps nearing us.

"Okumura!" I turned to see Suguro's fist flying in my direction connecting with my nose.

"What the hell Rooster?!" My eyes widened as I grabbed my nose. Did they hear? No, they were far enough that they didn't hear our conversation.

"Don't start spewing crap about staying together and then go off disappearing on us!"

Oh.

"Rin," I turned to Shiemi, her eyes looking at my blood-stained shirt. "Your hurt!"

"Ah, it kind of just happened, I guess."

"You guess?" asked Kamiki.

"Yeah? Adrenaline kicked in, man, what a pain."

"We should get you some medical help, even with the herbs that Nee can produce for me, it won't be enough for your wound."

I nodded, as I clutched onto the gaping wound. Underneath my fingers, I could already feel myself healing up. I narrowed my eyes trying to think the best way out of this, they would begin to question my healing capabilities, they would begin to ask questions and they would find out.

"For now, we'll stop the bleeding with this," I looked up at Suguro who beginning to tear into his vest. Before I could decline, the makeshift bandages were made. Shiemi grabbed one and began to wrap it around my waist, placing pressure on the wound, this continued until the vest had been used up.

"I'll contact Koneko, tell him that we should meet up back in the lobby. You okay to walk?"

I nodded and made my way toward the red sleeve I had thrown on the ground. Seeing this Suguro grabbed the sleeve and handed it to me before I could even bend down to get it. He watched as I began to place Kurikara back into its sleeve, his widened as he saw it.

"That sword," he started.

"Huh?"

"Where did you. Where did you get that sword?" His voice trembled only a fraction.

"My old man, he gave it to me before he fell in a coma two months ago," I said. "Weren't you going to call Koneko?"

"Yeah, yeah, I am." Throughout the phone call, he kept glancing between me and Kurikara.

As the call finally ended, all three of them helped me make my way back from the way we came from.

My lesson: Humans are suspicious creatures by nature.

*So it was copy and paste...kind of... wiki/Naberius

So yeah, Rin was all over the place in this chapter with her feelings…

Sorry? I guess.

Word count: 5,043 (I think)

Hope you all enjoyed the chapter.

BTW I holding off on 10 and 11 right now. I know, I promised you all these two chapters too, but, bare with me, it will be worth it. I promise.