Four chapters in five days. Gah.

Anyway, I'm thinking this is going to be a shorter chapter. Mostly . . . no, only Rin's POV.

And since I'm too lazy to respond to each review individually, I'll just make short statements here . . .

Toby: You got guts, dude. :) I respect you for that. No worries; I won't let my dislike of Angel get in the way of the storyline. I think that he and Rin should have made up in the last episode of the anime, like they fight together and develop a grudging respect at least. It was the biggest disappointment.

blackchaosaria2501: y-y-y-you WHAT?! Omigosh for real?! o_o you're like in the inner circle of all of the secrets. You have connections. You've just earned my undying respect.

SuperiorDimwit: You will always have my undying respect. :D You're amazing. And no worries - I finish every story I write, and this one will be finished too! Your favorite felt like an Olympic gold medal haha

Okay I'm done. Enjoy chapter 4, and welcome to Gehenna.

There was a fire.

A blue fire, small but bright, burning somewhere in the dark. Rin turned to it scowling, squinting his eyes to see it better. After wandering in the dark for so long, wandering with no hope of finding his way out, this was the first light he had seen in . . . how long? But oh well. Time didn't matter. There was no such thing as time here.

Rin took a few steps forward, his black fur-tipped tail wagging back and forth behind him. When he got closer the light jumped back slightly, beckoning him to follow.

A game.

Rin chased after it. He couldn't lose the light; something primal stirred within him at the thought, at the thought that he might never make it out of here. He was so tired. So tired. So tired of walking around with no one to talk to, so tired of being lost in a place he didn't remember visiting, but he still ran.

"Wait!" he shouted. The light was gaining distance on him, though every once in a while it would slow. It bobbed in the air like a ship out at sea and danced through the air as if it was in the middle of ballet. It seemed to be laughing at him then, without warning, the flame was extinguished.

Rin stopped short, hand still outstretched, with his blue eyes wide. "It's gone," he whispered to himself, mostly to ward off the heavy silence that was weighing down him once again. "It's gone." He was lost again, lost on his own in the dark.

He resisted the urge to sit down and just cry. He wasn't a child anymore; he was something different, something between a man and a demon, so instead he quickly wiped his eyes and forced himself to walk.

He hated this place.

No; not just this place. Everything. Rin simply hated. He hated the dark, hated the blue flame, hated how it suddenly disappeared after getting his hopes up. He hated everyone that had abandoned him, hated . . .

Stop.

Rin squeezed his eyes shut and held his head. Stop, he told himself again. Just stop.

Laughter echoed in the distance.

. . . but maybe that was just his imagination.

...

Rin opened his eyes, wincing at his new collection of bruises. Everything hurt. His right arm and leg were stiff; they must have healed while he had been asleep, though they were still fragile. A headache pounded between his eyes and Rin rolled over to groan into the pillows.

Pillows?

His eyes snapped open and he sat up. These pillows were on an entirely different world from his own back in the dorm. Those constantly bunched up inside, but these were light and fluffy. Now that he noticed, he wasn't in his own room either. The covers were obviously high quality and the bed frame was made from rich red wood. The mattress was like touching air.

Rin's head was on a swivel. He didn't recognize this place at all. There were no windows on the walls and no pictures, only a navy blue paint that still looked wet in some places. The wood floor itself was worn, but a rich rug had been thrown over the top of it. A dresser had been shoved in the corner, and a small stuffed animal that looked strangely like Kuro was limp on top of it.

He turned back to the covers, frowned. Where am I? He closed his eyes, trying to remember.

And everything seemed to hit him all at once.

His sixteenth birthday. Making a cake. Mephisto came over and took him into the Vatican. The dead bodies, the blood, the black lava, the blue eyes staring back at him. Mephisto only watching as Satan grabbed him. His memory went dark after that.

His head snapped up, his eyes wide. His stomach twisted in his gut. Satan must of threw me in, he thought in horror. And that means . . . I'm in Gehenna.

Rin felt like he was going to be sick. For some reason, he was wearing a white cotton shirt and white baggy pants that was tied around his waist with a drawstring, but how he got into these clothes seemed like a minor detail now. In moments he had lurched out bed and was staggered to the door, his right leg trying to give up on him. Every breath hurt, but he didn't care.

He grabbed the door with his good hand and slammed the weight of his body against it. It opened unexpectedly - it wasn't locked after all - and he landed in a heap in a hallway. The floor out here was made from polished stone, and chandeliers lined the entire stretch of it and provided it with light. Zane, however, wasn't here to admire the architecture. He was already running down one end, just running with nowhere to run to.

No one was roaming the halls and he saw no one else. This place, Rin figured a castle or palace or something, seemed to be entirely empty. Cobwebs hung in the corners and draped down the wooden walls. His breathing was ragged in his throat and every step made his head feel like a railroad spike was being hammered into it.

Whack.

His right leg collapsed underneath him with no warning. Rin pressed his right arm against himself to protect it and hit the ground hard. His left shoulder took the brunt of the fall; he made sure to protect his head with his hand. He lay there for a few minutes, panting.

Sudden footsteps hurried him to his feet again, but his right leg wasn't cooperating. The place where it broke, right in the middle of his thigh, had rebroken. The newly-healed bone hadn't been strong enough to sprint yet. Rin grit his teeth and more-or-less crawled to a wall, to hind behind a massive vase. He covered his mouth to muffle his breathing.

The footsteps got closer. Rin's heart hammered away in his chest and he pressed his legs against him a little tighter, hugging them with his free hand. If he was in Gehenna, this was a demon coming towards him. He wished he had his sword, but he didn't know where it was. The only thing that he could think of was that it had been taken away from him.

Suddenly the footsteps stopped. Rin could see one dark shoe in front of him, on the other side of the vase. He held his breath, sweat beading on his forehead. Keep on walking, he thought. Keep on walking, keep on walking, keep on -

Suddenly the vase shattered, though none of the fragments landed on him. Rin watched, eyes wide, through the spiraling pieces of ceramic. Someone with dark hair was staring back at him, a slender yet obviously muscular man, who was wearing a nice suit. Light stubble dusted his chin and bright blue eyes, the bluest eyes Rin had ever seen. The man smiled down at him, obviously amused.

A smirk formed across his face. "Hello, son."

So I don't know what Satan looks like (I mean, it's not like I ever met the guy) but this is what I imagine him to be. Back to the fallen angel thing, he has got to be handsome and maybe even beautiful. Black hair because he's a demon. Blue eyes because, well, you know why. Why slender? Rin and Yukio are, but it's not like their skinny (like Konekomaru). More like 'in shape' type of slender is what I'm going for.

Anyway, to everyone in the USA, happy 4th of July! If you're not from the USA, I hope your July 4th was amazing. :) And I hope today is amazing for all of you as well!

And thanks for all of the reviews guys! I read and love every single one of them!

Stay awesome,

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