Hey guys! Sorry I didn't upload yesterday. I'm also going to apologize in advance because I will be backpacking from the 16th to the whatever, so there will be a gap in uploads. I'll apologize again - because of college stuff, I have less time to write.

Anyway, this chapter is where the shiz starts to hit the fan. Shorter chapter but loaded with content Enjoy :)

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Rin stuffed more of the amazing food in his mouth and almost purred in contentment which, for a human-demon hybrid, was a bit strange. He licked the sweet sticky stuff from his fingers and made sure not to accidently nip the skin with his fangs.

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Agni the demon-cook had given him a ton of food, saying stuff like 'you're too skinny' and 'they haven't fed you well enough'. As a demon, he naturally burned more energy just by being alive and keeping his powers in check. As a teenage boy, he was pretty much hungry all the time; back at the dorms, he never stopped eating because he was full. He just got tired of eating.

His tail twitched from pure joy as he stuffed himself silly.

For some reason, Raziele had showed him back to his room and helped with the many plates of food, and then said that he had to go somewhere and left. Rin wasn't sure why, but he wasn't too worried; after all, Raziele wasn't worried. He always seemed to carefree and relaxed, like there was nothing wrong.

In fact, Rin found himself enjoying Gehenna a little bit more; Agni was really nice, though she could be lethal with a pan, and Raziele was a cool guy. Xavier was a different story though, and Satan was . . . unmentionable.

Suddenly there was a faint knock on the door. Rin's eyes widened and, his thoughts still on Satan, he practically flung all of the food underneath the bed. Some of it fell, especially the lettuce (which was green and crisp, to Rin's amazement).

The door creaked open and the demon-girl poked her head in, her violet eye devoid of all emotion. Rin watched her as she slowly closed the door, her back to him, but when she turned around it was as if the glass wall between them had cracked.

"I just came to say thank you," she said curtly. Her lower lip trembled slightly.

Rin frowned. "For what?" he asked, and then he remembered. How could he have forgotten? "Of course," he said quickly, getting to his feet. The floor was cold beneath his bare feet. "I mean, are you all right? Are you okay?" He reached forward without thinking, but she flinched away. His hand paused millimeters away from her face.

"Thank you," she said again, her voice curt. Before Rin could say anymore, the door slammed behind her.

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"Well, this is rare. Since when did you care about anyone?"

Raziele raised his gaze. Blood trickled down the corner of his mouth and dribbled off of his chin. His hands were chains above him at the wrists; the inside of the cold metal was lined with needle-sharp spines that cut into his skin to the bone. He also wore a collar around his neck, tinier thorns lined the inside. With every movement it nipped at his skin. "Shut up, Beelzebub," Raziele sneered, addressing the King of Insects. "I'm in solitary confinement, remember?"

Beelzebub's scarlet red eyes narrowed to slits. Horns grew out of his brown hair, long and thin, paper-thin wings jutted grotesquely out of his back. He wore gloves to hide the disease-ridden hands and yellow nail follicles. "Yeah, I heard. I also heard that you waltzed up to Satan, told him to shove his tea in an uncomfortable place in his anatomy when he told you to leave, and told him that you were taking his son's punishment and wouldn't take no for an answer."

Raziele frowned and turned his gaze away. Truthfully? He just wanted to be left alone in his pain, but Beelzebub was also a persistent kind of guy. He glanced at the King of Insect's again; he was smoking a pipe. Rings of smoke drifted to the damp ceiling as condensation ran down the walls and pooled at Raziele's bare feet.

"You want the truth?" he asked.

Beelzebub grinned. "Of course."

"The truth is that you're an idiot."

Before he could say another word, Beelzebub's gloved hand was around his neck, pressing the thorns of the collar deeper into Raziele's bare skin. However, he was used to the pain. Being a hybrid of human and demon wasn't very popular in Gehenna. It was a hell, after all, but not for everybody. Those at the top seemed to do better than everyone else . . . Rin included.

"Don't tempt me," Beelzebub hissed into his ear. "If it was up to me, you would be dead long ago."

"Yeah, it's unfortunate that my mother loved me," Raziele growled in return, though pain made his throat tight. "Maybe she should have just let you kill me instead of taking it out on her."

"She was a human," Beelzebub argued.

Raziele's eyes flashed. "She was my mom," he snarled, "and you infected her with the black plague."

Beelzebub threw his head back and laughed; it echoed on the circular stone walls. "What?" he asked. "You're still upset about that?"

"Satan will hear about this visit of yours," Raziele threatened, fury boiling inside of him.

Beelzebub only laughed harder. "And tell him I say hi." With that he turned and, with a wave, left the hybrid demon alone in the dark.

Okay guys. Dark chapter, I know. And I have a serious question for you guys, so if you read and like this fanfic, please reply. One word answers are totally fine; if you want to explain, even better. :)

So. Should I change this story to rated M? This story will eventually lead to a civil war and the stuff coming up isn't pretty either. The rating you choose will decide how heavy this fanfic will be (like, atmosphere and content-wise. Sorry - it was originally just T and then I read more about the various Kings of hell and what they do, and suddenly it didn't seem like a T anymore.)

Anyway, have an amazing day you guys! Just a shout out to everyone reading this story - you guys are totally awesome. :D Thanks for making this story worth writing and for being awesome in general!

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