Hello~ Here's another chapter, a little longer than the previous two ~ hmm. I hope you all don't mind that Nagato is a little bit... Not shy, as you might think he is. And Sasuke is a little bossy. So maybe some minor OOC, I donno, I donno. Either way, Sasuke really needs to get himself together. Sigh. My favourite demon comes into play next chapter, teehee, I'm so excited. Except... You all might hate him a little bit. :( Oh, well. Leave rreviews~! Plleeaassee.

Oh, yeah, more swearing and there's gonna be sexual themes toward the end and in the next chapter, so I'm bumping the rating up to M. Not MA, though.

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Meanwhile, Nagato did go home and summon Satan. The exchange proved productive: Nagato was indeed the Antichrist, the son of Satan, and Sasuke was his chosen protector and catalyst and had been since the day he was born. In fact, Satan even said that was why Sasuke was born into this world- solely for the purpose of making the rise of the Antichrist a success. Nagato also managed to convince Satan to allow Sasuke's wound to heal sooner than intended. Nagato and Satan ended up having a nice little chat, (more at request of Satan) to compensate for never being active in Nagato's life until that time. Not that Nagato really cared. He was mainly concerned with the fact that he was actually supposed to be some world dictator under the protection of some High Schooler with an attitude. After the exchange, Nagato took some time to think everything over. He sat on the couch, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands holding his head.

You could say he was feeling a little stressed.

He had a hard enough time in school; always the shy kid, he got mildly bullied, and always had anxiety about anything public. How was he supposed to be expected to run the entire world? Nagato could barely even wrap his head around the concept.

He shook his head, stood up, paced, got his wits about him, and called Sasuke.

No answer.

He let it get to Sasuke's voicemail before calling again.

No answer.

Nagato shook his head and locked his phone and tossed it onto the couch, rubbing his face and then holding his hands over his mouth. He couldn't believe Sasuke just…

"Keep in touch!"

Nagato just shook his head and sat on the couch and resumed his former position.

At the, same time, Sasuke was up to nothing good. After Nagato left, the bleeding stopped. He re-dressed the wound and decided he would use the blood left over from the wound for his new task at hand.

Summoning another demon.

He had looked through a book Nagato have given him and came upon the subject of demons classified as "Non-Goetic". Apparently, this meant that the demon wasn't under Satan's guidance and supervision. And this was exactly what Sasuke wanted- or rather, needed- to complete what he wanted done. He needed to kill a man, and he couldn't do it on his own. Well… That's what he thought.

Sasuke prepared the ritual- black unscented candles, the proper sigil, an appropriate amount of blood, and a mirror painted black. He had some weird innate talent for summoning, he supposed, because Nagato had said that it was extremely unlikely for Sasuke to get any sort of reaction from the demon.. But when he had summoned Satan himself, he got a full physical appearance. He briefly wondered if Nagato had any idea as to why that was. Anyway, he turned off the lights and began meditating. Since the demon was Non-Goetic, he didn't bother with the prayer to Satan, but instead just quietly chanted the demon's name.

"Dantanian… Dantanian…."

Eventually, it worked, and the demon made his appearance in the mirror.

"What do you want, human? You're lucky I even came here for you. Be grateful."

Sasuke dismissed that last part, not even thinking about it. "Help me kill a man."

Dantanian had some beef with the way he asked him, but he would address that in a minute. "And what man would this be?"

Sasuke looked straight at the demon and said, "My older brother."

The demon scoffed. "How boring. You summoned me and demanded I help you, and you don't even have a good reason. What would I get in return?"

The truth is, Sasuke hadn't planned to give anything in return. He just demanded things to happen, and they did. Apparently, not this time. "Er… anything you want. After he's dead, I'll get all of the money, and that amounts to billions. If something like that doesn't suit you, I could resort to giving you my body, in whatever sense you want to take that…."

The demon shook his head and scowled at Sasuke. "Do not call me again. I have no interest in helping you."

But before it could disappear, Sasuke added, "No, I demand you help me!"

Dantanian didn't hesitate to react. His body flew straight out of the mirror and grabbed Sasuke's upper arms, burning hand prints into them.

Sasuke cried out, tears forming at his eyes, and struggled to remove Dantanian from him, but the demon had an immovable grip.

"Never speak to me like that again, human, you pathetic little thing. I could easily- and enjoyably- torture you to death, and you're lucky I don't. You're nothing more than a bratty teenager with no respect. Call me again, and I will absolutely destroy you." Dantanian dropped Sasuke and disappeared.

Sasuke breathed heavily and and grit his teeth, staring at his new wounds. "Shit…." he didn't know what he should do; they weren't even bleeding, but they were just burnt handprints on his arms. He couldn't go to the doctor for that. What would they say? They wouldn't be able to help it, anyway, and that would bring unwanted attention. He shook his head and attempted to wipe his eyes, but cried out again upon trying to move his arms. It hurt.

Luckily, his phone began meow- er, ringing- again, and he cautiously walked over and answered the call from Nagato, turning it to speaker so he wouldn't have to hold it up. "Hey."

"Hey, where have you been? You didn't answer my last two calls, Mr. Keep-In-Touch." He certainly sounded far less than pleased.

"Yeah, I tried summoning another demon…." Sasuke trailed off, unsure of what to say next. The shock was beginning to hit him again.

"God damn it, Sasuke, this isn't shit you should be messing with! What happened this time?!"

Sasuke stood there quietly for a second, staring at the phone.

"Sasuke?"

"No, I'm here." Sasuke finally said, monotonous as it was.

"Do I need to come over?"

"No, I think the wounds should heal on their own…."

Nagato sighed on the other end and was quiet for a brief time. "What sort of wound is it?"

"Two burns in the shape of hands. I can't go to the doctor for that."

"Sasuke, you- it doesn't matter, that won't heal without the demon's permission. Who was it?"

Sasuke, meanwhile, just sort of stood there quietly for a second before answering, slightly afraid to say his name. "Dantanian…."

Nagato, too, was quiet thinking of the name. "Sasuke, I don't know any de-" He gasped quietly before getting angry. "That's a Non-Goetic demon, isn't it?! Sasuke, you can't do this. You're going to wind up dead."

"Oh, Nagato, shut up, I know what-"

"You better not say you know what you're doing, because you clearly fucking don't. Do you know who has to take care of this now? Me. Damn it, Sasuke."

Sasuke just suddenly hung up, getting very angry. "Damn it!" He didn't care that his arms hurt so badly, scratched at his face in frustration and kicked his table. "I was so close! So close! Damn it all!" And he threw a tantrum for a while before the pain of it all set in, and he fell to his knees, his arms limp by his side, and cried, out of frustration, fear, and pain.

Nagato didn't bother calling back, because he was too angry at Sasuke. Well, it was mostly fear for him, but it translated as anger. He supposed he'd just have to deal with it. Not that night; Dantanian would need some time to cool down.

It was fairly early in the morning; hours had passed when Nagato had talked with Satan. It was about four in the morning now, good time, all things considered. Nagato decided to go to sleep and let Sasuke deal with the repercussions of his actions.

While Nagato was deciding this, Sasuke also decided to try and sleep, but was a little preoccupied with the thought of Nagato….