KazuyaLoverProduction is back from the dead! It fells good to finally be back after a couple of years. Fight me later, but this story is back on track and shall be finished by the end of this year. (I mean it this time) Enjoy!

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Chapter 2: Odd sensation

Jin sat in his quarters still not satisfied with his win against Kazuya. He was angry, beyond pissed. Kazuya was down for the count, but it didn't satisfy Jin at all. The devil inside him was hungry for blood, but Jin just felt empty inside. A foreign emotion he hadn't felt before. Something just wasn't right at all. Jin did not doubt his abilities, but just the thought of Kazuya being out cold like that was something that just couldn't be taken lightly. This all had to be a dream. He wanted to get his mind off of everything. His thoughts kept wandering to Kazuya and his echoing words that replayed in Jin's mind like a broken record.

"Your mother didn't train you well enough. You're a disgrace. You're just as weak as she was. You must have been her biggest mistake."

Jin slammed his fist against the wall creating a dent. His blood began to boil.

"How dare you?! I will kill you for speaking so low of my mother, Kazuya."

Jin had his back against the wall and slid down to where he sat on the floor. He buried his face into his hands. In all his life he asked himself the same questions anyone else would ask. Why? Why was he like this? Why should he be like this? Why couldn't he have a normal life and a normal family? Is it because of they're so full of hatred, betrayal, evil? Except for his mother who was so innocent and sweet. Why couldn't he have a normal father? Maybe someone other than Kazuya. Ever since his childhood he was hurt at the fact his father wasn't in his life. He really thought he was dead, or suppose to be. He could remember his mother in her room crying at night sometimes, but never knew who her tears were for. Couldn't be for Kazuya. How did she even cross paths with a man with no morals like that. Oh how he wish she could be here right now.

"My life is hopeless," Jin let out a defeated sigh as he looked up at the ceiling as if it could give him a light of hope.

"My, my? Sounds like my service is needed, hmm?"

Jin straightened up at the sound of that sinister voice. None other than devil.

"What do you want now?," Jin demanded.

Devil let out a small chuckle. " Well isn't it obvious? You cannot accomplish anything without my help and you know that."

"I don't need you nor did I need you to interfere with my problem," Jin said coldly.

"Weren't you just complaining how bad your life was in shambles?"

"That's none of your damn business."

"It's every right for it to be my business and you know it."

Jin scoffed. "Ha! And who exactly gave you such right?"

"Ever since I became apart of you, boy."

"And your point is?"

"Foolish boy. All thanks to your father I can do whatever I please. You should thank him actually." Devil laughed evilly.

Jin was not in the mood with Devil to taunt him. "Keep his name out of this. Don't ever mention it," Jin said rather darkly.

"Oh, sensitive I see? There's more where that came from my boy."

This conversation was making Jin grow impatient. "I think we're done here. I don't wanna hear another word out of you." But devil continued on.

"You know your mother was such a sweet sensation. How your father was hot on her tail."

"Shut up!," Jin threatened.

"How she was nothing but a good lay to him. I say he handled her well in bed," Devil kept on teasing.

"Shut up! Just shut up!," Jin had enough. He didn't want to hear anymore. His blood was boiling even more. He could feel the rage surging through his veins.

"Poor Jun. Her innocence was taken away as Kazuya raped her and tossed her away like yesterday's trash."

That was it. Devil had hit a nerve. Jin stoop up clenching both his fists, enraged at what Devil had spoken. Jin growled deeply. "AH! I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Letting out a battle cry, Jin punched the wall with full force created a much bigger hole than ever. Jin pulled his fist out to observe the damage.

Devil presence had disappeared, but Jin's angered still remained. His eyes glowed a crimson color and black markings began to form on his forehead.

"You will pay for what you've done. I will kill you, Kazuya," Jin said very darkly. Jin left his quarters to pay someone a "welcoming" visit.

Jin was around the corner of the infirmary where Kazuya reside in. This was a task that needed to be done or should have been done a long time ago. He waited until the staff cleared out of the way so he could sneak right in. As they cleared out, he made his move.

He entered in with much success. He took a look around until he saw Kazuya laying conscienceless. His target was in sight. The sight of Kazuya made Jin's anger grow more than it should have. But something felt vaguely odd. Like this was some sort of dream. Here he was the man that ruined his life. His mother's life. All the trouble he had caused everyone and not been held accountable for. Well here Jin was about to do everyone a favor. Even for his mother. How could he? Take her innocence away and leave her to raise a child alone. Take advantage of her against her own will. The more Jin's mind kept egging on of his father's wrong doings the more livid he became. His body began to change. Black feathered wings sprouted from his back and ivory horns grew from his temples. His eyes turned icy cold like a bitter winter in the Arctic. Nails turned into talons ready to rip a soul apart.

Jin walked up to Kazuya staring at him in disgust.

"You're nothing but a sick bastard. How could I ever claim someone like you as my father, hn." Jin pulled his fist back getting ready to strike Kazuya into his chest. "Looks like this is it for you, Kazuya," Jin evilly smirked. "Prepare to be put out of your misery. Die!" He throw his fist into his chest, but just mere inches from contact a glowing hand had defected the blow.

"Is this really how you give respect to your own father."

That voice. It was smooth like silk. To Jin it sounded like the tone of his mother, sweet and innocent. But it wasn't her as he laid his eyes on the being.

"Who are you?," Jin demanded. Jin was losing his composure

"It can't be! You were suppose to be dead!" Devil hissed.

"Who are you?!"

"I am Angel," she replied.