What. THREE CHAPTERS? Must be Christmas.
Enjoy, everyone :)
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And it was dark.
Dark, yet not cold. Dark, but it was soft and gentle, and Rin felt himself drifting within the endless quiet of it all. He had a vague sense of urgency, that he should be doing something right now. Yet nothing came to mind. He was kidnapped into Gehenna, was tortured, had escaped, and eventually built an entire army. He had killed Satan. There was nothing left to do.
So why did his chest hurt so terribly?
Rin placed a hand over his chest, felt the utter lack of a heartbeat. Oh, he realized, and let his hand fall to his side. I'm dead.
Once, that realization would have terrified him to his core. Yet now, he only felt the dim sense of loss, the overwhelming sense of peace. He had done everything he had said that he would do. Everything he had dreamed he could. The promise he had sworn in front of Shiro's grave, the goal he had declared in front of Bon, Izumo, Shima, Konekomaru, Shiemi ... to Mephisto and Shura ... to everyone ...
A tear slipped down his cheek. And then another, and another, and another, until he was on his knees under the weight of it all.
He had done it.
Satan was dead, and he was free. He was free to live as he wanted, to live however he pleased, to live without the weight of Satan's name dragging him down.
Except he was dead.
A choked, rasping sob clawed out of his throat.
He was dead.
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Short chapter, yes, but very emotional. Poor baby Rin :'(