Hey guys! I got a confession.

I TOTALLY SCREWED UP.

Apparently there are REAL Kings of Gehenna out there that I didn't know about. That means that Raziele and Xavier aren't kings; Raziele is now just a half-demon that is good at reading people and Xavier is now a General with an affinity for ice. THAT'S HOW IT IS NOW. I'm sorry. Since those two are already in the story, they're staying, but all of the other OC's I had planned are not going to be used; instead, I'm using the actual legit Kings that Dowgma told me about/ sent me an entire PM explaining it (which I can't thank you enough for by the way!)

Anyway, I'm really busy today so this might be a really short chapter. Actually, I'm positive it will be. Time for Yukio's POV. You guys were whining for Amaimon; well, here yah go. Enjoy chapter 8.

WARNING: This chapter contains some cussing. I'll try to keep it to a minimum.

Yukio gazed blearily into the crowd and tried to stifle his yawn. His hair was messy and disheveled, his glasses crooked on his face. His eyes felt like sandpaper. Shura had woken him from his two-hour nap by nearly breaking down his door; the Vatican had called a mandatory meeting will all exorcists ranked above Exwire. She was sitting beside him, bruises under her eyes and her hair still damp from a quick shower. She was even wearing his pajamas.

All of the exorcists were shuffled into the circular Vatican court; two people stood below, attempting to organize the debate on what to do with Mephisto and the now-useless Gehenna Gate below these very tiles.

But it quickly got out of hand.

"I say that Mephisto did us a favor!" shouted one of the exorcists. Yukio recognized his face; he was from the Upper First Division. "Just leave Satan's son in Gehenna and be done with it!" Several others murmured their agreements.

Beside him, Shura's eyes narrowed. "Assholes," she muttered.

Yukio couldn't help but agree; only years of brutal training kept his mouth shut. It was well known that Rin was Satan's son, ever since the incident in the forest, but people seemed to forget that Yukio was as well; he and Rin were twins, after all, flames or not.

Someone slammed their hands on their desk. "But that doesn't change the fact that Mephisto is a traitor!" she shouted. "He created a Gehenna Gate without our knowledge and killed our own for its sake!"

"They will be forever remembered as helping banish Satan's spawn back into Gehenna!" the man shot back.

Yukio's fists tightened in his lap. Satan's spawn. He once had the hope that maybe, just maybe, his brother would be acknowledged as an exorcist in his own right, even if it took a while. Now he saw just how flimsy that hope was; behind the pink lens was raw hatred and raw fear. The reason that this court was in uproar now is that, with Rin gone, they felt like they could just spew whatever crossed their mind about him. After all, he wasn't there to burn them to death if he didn't agree - not that he would, Yukio knew, but that's what the others believed.

The female exorcist shouted back at the man, shouting that those lives were wasted, not sacrificed, when the doors suddenly flew open. Angel strode inside, one arm in a sling and the other bandaged to the wrist. His white coat was on his shoulders. Everyone went silent as he confidently strode into the room; even Yukio leaned forward a bit.

"I'm surprised that he can even walk," Shura murmured.

"Kill Mephisto," Angel said, his jaw clenched, "or make him create another Gehenna Gate." He slammed his blade into the ground, but whether to make a point or to help him stand upright, Yukio didn't know. "It doesn't matter to me."

"Why?" someone shouted from the stands.

Angel turned his glare to them. They were slightly bloodshot, no doubt from the possession a week ago. "Satan will die for using me like a puppet," he growled.

"You're emotionally compromised," stated one of the Vatican. "Stand down, Paladin."

Angel gripped the hilt of his sword of bit tighter, straining the white leather of his gloves. "I'm going to kill Satan," he said again. He eyed the members of the court and, finally, rested his eyes on Yukio before drawing his sword out of the crowd and walking away. Two nurses were right there to assist him.

Shura smirked and glanced to Yukio, not noticing that he had turned a bit pale. "Hey," she said, giving him a slight nudge, "maybe Angel, with the right bribe, will help us break Mephisto out of jail."

"Shhh," he hissed, "don't say that so loud." But no one was listening; they were all turned towards each other in uproar. The Paladin demanding the death of Mephisto was no light matter; the Paladin adding that ex-headmaster could live if he created another Gehenna Gate was even worse.

. . . . . . . .

Amaimon watched the court from his perch on one of the arches, high in the ceiling. He loved watching humans argue; he thought it was funny how their faces got red and, if they got mad enough, talked so fast that sometimes they spit. Some were doing it now, spitting and arguing like a tomato being squished and its juiced flying everywhere.

Mephisto's magic had worn off the moment the exorcists put him in chains, so now Amaimon had free reign over his body with no restrictions. Right now he chose his more human form and occasionally swung his leg as it rested over the edge of the stone arch.

He glanced down at the raging humans; he didn't even know what they were talking about anymore. Ever since the Paladin left, their language all jumbled into one big soup. It was weird. Like humans. Humans, he decided, are very, very weird.

Suddenly one of the exorcists stood, followed by another girl in strange jammies. Amaimon watched; he recognized those two. One was Rin's brother, yes? And the other was . . .

The King of Earth frowned. He forgot her name, not that it mattered. He did remember how much he hated Rin, but his brother was a different story. The brother didn't look stupid.

Well, for a human anyway. Maybe less stupid.

Yeah. That was the word.

He watched as the two of them walked outside, then followed. It was easy; there was a window by the roof made of stained glass. Or, at least, had been. It was open now because he crushed it. His hand stung at first, but then had healed, so he stopped feeling bad about breaking it.

Honestly, he missed his brother. Well, half-brother, in a sort of strange way. Mephisto was the closest thing to family he ever had and now he was gone. Amaimon could never break him out of prison on his own; he tried already, and couldn't break the chains. They burned his skin and hurt a lot. He didn't know why.

But those two exorcists might. Maybe they could even get the chains off of Mephisto and save him. Amaimon didn't like asking for favors, but even he was willing to put aside his pride for the sake of the only person in the world he cared for.

He jumped out of the Vatican building and into open air, free falling to the ground below. The ground crushed under his feet as he landed, directly in front of Rin's brother exorcist and the forgot-her-name girl exorcist. The boy's eyes widened and he was already reaching for his gun, but Amaimon grabbed his wrist.

"I need your help."

Another confession. Amaimon has a really difficult personality for me to grasp. I don't know why and will try to get better. I have the sense that he has a simple view of the world, like black and white, but he honestly cares for Mephisto. I also get the sense that he doesn't give a flying turd about rules or whatnot.

Anyway, I have to go. No comments today. Sorry! I'll comment more tomorrow.

Stay awesome,

Rand0mSmil3z