Title: Hellspawn
Chapter: 30/30
Characters: Kyoko Okumura (my OC), Mephisto & mentions of others,
Genre: TRAGEDY, ANGST, DRAMA, mystery(?),
Disclaimer: I own nothing, it's purely fan made for fun... or tears.
Warnings: No beta'd, etc. cursing, anime!ver, bad time travel(?), self-hatred, OC, vomiting, depression(?)

Summary: ( Gritting her teeth in ire she cursed until her glasses slipped down her nose and crashed onto the floor.

It seemed she was once again trying to outrun time.)

A/N: Last time I've hit 1st end so I hope you're going to enjoy this. This is a story of Kyoko Nakamura and how does she fit into all of this, enjoy.

In the vast void neither here nor there a lone girl was fast asleep, dreaming of nothing, dreaming of darkness that became her existence. Flashes of memories, of emotions kept her a prisoner against her own. Fairy aware of a nagging thought somewhere at the farthest back of her mind, a thought that she held dear for all the centuries she was alive, she tried to pry open eyes—but to no avail, too exhausted to do even that.

In truth, she was lost—oh, so lost she didn't even know anymore what was right, what was not. Against all odds though she remembered how she changed when time stopped for her forever.

At first she blamed Yukio—her father—for what she became, for what she's done. Of course it didn't help, maybe at first yes but with centuries wearing her down, her blame shifted towards Mephisto—her unmistakable, unique like a pack of skittles uncle.

...

'So you can stop the time?' she asked in her childish voice, her eyes though held too much maturity for her ten year old body. She already saw too much, done too much. 'How?'

Mephisto was smiling widely, his fangs shining in the lighting. He was all too eager for his niece to ask him for anything really. 'I'll teach you if you want, once you'll get older that is.'

At that she shrieked a little too excitedly, jumping little in her spot. Her eyes were probably round and shining back towards her patron, her guardian in merit. 'That's a promise!' she stated then all too seriously, nodding her head to that.

...

That was a promise. That was a promise she held dear for a long time indeed. With years passing by she waited patiently before reminding him of it. As it was it happened sometime when her body matured enough for it to be that of a human thirteen year old, not a child anymore but not an adult either.

However dear she held her uncle though her mind was set straight on the only goal she had. To learn to manipulate time, to turn it back and get it right because guilt was eating her alive. Of course she briefly pondered as to why her uncle never did anything to make it right personally but never asked, her courage popping like a bubble every time she set her teal eyes on him.

Sometimes she would catch him looking at her curiously, sometimes with something akin to fondness or maybe he was just reminiscing times he spend with her fathers. It meant none to nothing though when the time came and she was more than ready.

...

Stepping ahead without knocking she practically barged into his office in True Cross Academy. For all centuries it stood tall, wearing thin but holding back, being one of the most secure places on Earth. Darkness befallen planet thousands years prior for reasons lost to time (but not to her; never to her) and for what she knew there were hellspawns crawling all over the place, some merrily living their life next to humans in peace, others not stopping at anything to smear ground with human blood.

She never understood the purpose of fighting, the purpose of killing for a mere fractal of a hellfire that would flare up when done so. All she ever wanted was to stop it, this pointless bloodshed and the one that started it—Satan.

'Uncle' she welcomed Mephisto softly, her bushy bob cropped haircut bobbling little when she nodded towards him with a faint smile upon her cheek.

'Ah—Yoko, what brings you here at such time?'

Breathing slowly at time she curled her thin hands into fists. 'You have a promise to keep' she finally mentioned, staring at him pointedly. 'A promise you should remember.'

Blinking at her, Mephisto racketed his mind over the matter before he'd still in his armchair. The next time he glanced at her—it was cautious. 'Oh...'

Nodding, she wasn't going to brush it away as it seemed her uncle wanted her to. Oh no, she pushed the matter furter on. 'I believe I am ready for it, given how much more aggressive is Satan lately in his attacks towards us, it would be a great addition towards my arsenal of choice.'

…

Mulling her words in his mind it was clear as a day that we was wary of her—of her intentions. He didn't ask though barely nodding in acknowledgement to her request. She believed it was for her own good—her well being that he actually accepted it and taught her how she could use her hellfire to stop the time, to manage her own pocket dimension if she needed it.

He never taught her how to actually travel through time. That he didn't do and she didn't ask about, feeling it was a topic he never wanted to even brush against. So given the basics she experimented on her own with time, sometimes when on a mission to wipe rogue team of hellspawns that were a threat to their Academy's walls and sometimes when she was eating lunch alone on the Academy's grounds.

Nevertheless she never believed that she'd manage to do as much as skip an hour at most when she looped for the first time.

It was a no brainier and a no surprise that at some point she lost a grasp of the reality when jumping back and forth. At one of those jumps she learned that Mephisto wasn't as unaware as he seemed for all this time.

...

He stood tall, his eyes boring into hers and a very offbeat sneer was placed over his features. 'Yoko, I expected more from you. I believed you knew that messing with time in not a game. I guess there is more of Rin in you than I hoped for.'

If she was few decades younger she'd drop her head in shame right then but the time has taught her that without standing up for herself she'd get nowhere. So she stood her ground, pushing her spectacles over the bridge of her nose. 'You knew. For all this time and yet you didn't stop me before. Why now?'

With a clack of his stitched umbrella over the ground, Mephisto's face turned sour. 'You're reaching too far, too fast. I'm worried about you Yoko' his words fell over them softly, it was probably the first time ever he let himself speak such personal thoughts. 'With both Yukio and Rin gone, I feel I failed at some point—I shouldn't have taught you how to use your power for what it is. I only can hope now that you won't do anything reckless.'

'If you don't want me to stop then do it, I know you have the power to do so; then why don't you?' she asked confused. All he really had to do was to snap his fingers.

His eyes stared right though her when he answered. 'I won't because it's not the right thing to do. I've learned it the hard way—maybe you should too' there he sighed turning around and chuckling into beautiful albeit starless sky. 'Whatever you chose to do with your knowledge, please be careful. Time is not a thing to mess with, it can destroy entire civilization in a blink of your eye just because you brushed against one wrong person at wrong moment. Bear that in mind when you try your boundaries.'

Furrowing her brows back then she didn't understand what he was saying. 'I don't understand. It's not as if I was gone for a century—' she tried to reason but a point look sent her way stopped her in middle of whatever she wanted to say.

'You're right, you've been gone for two' he snapped back at her but then shook his head sadly at her. 'You're losing control over it Yoko. If you continue—'

'No!' she barked back, her glasses askew. 'You're lying, I can't be two centuries into future!'

At her outburst Mephisto's mouth curled in a sad smile and then he finally reached towards his cape that obscured entire left side of the body and—to her horror—she saw what should've been his hand but it wasn't—IT WASN'T and her stomach lurched, as suddenly bile was flowing from her mouth to the ground.

'You've been gone a long, long time Yoko.'

Her stomach churned again, guilt she always carried through her life—feeding on it, making her empty it once again until all she could feel was a burn of acid down her throat.

'No, nonononoNO!' she whimpered looking at the mess she made. World was spinning on it's axis while she couldn't look back at him. 'No, it's—NO!'

Few steps were made as she heard, Mephisto was looking at her down his nose now. 'Please, do get up. It's okay, Yoko. Just don't disappear on me like that ever again—' he deadpanned crouching next to her. 'Don't blame yourself girl—' he added to that and wanted to pat her so much but didn't have a limb to do so so he didn't.

Unaware of the distress on her face, she whimpered closing her eyes and thinking—thinking hard at what went wrong. For all she knew she was only two days into the future not two centuries but, but that view—of Mephisto's black charred half-arm was still at foremost of her mind—and she almost bawled at the pain he must've felt when it happened.

And it was all her fault.

So she decided that no matter what was going to happen, she was going to make all things right.

Even if it meant she had to erase herself from existence.

She'd never forget expression upon her uncle's face when he realised she was warping up, using her hellfire to jump back into time.

The face of betrayal.

'Be safe—please' he spoke to her nonetheless and those were the last words she heard from him before her world became abyss.

...

Next time her eyes opened she found herself lost to a view of the Academy with a much, much, much younger Mephisto that had no idea who she was and how did she end up on the Academy's rooftop in a middle of a snowsquall. Few days later she'd learn that certain Shiro Fujimoto was finishing his Dragoon's exams and that he was undoubtedly probably the only—real—friend to Mephisto.

She stayed for a few weeks, catching her breath and trying not to panic too much when someone asked her for her name. That's how she became miss Nakamura, a stranger in her own body—a lost time traveller with one goal in mind, to make things right before they'd turn sour. There was only one cinch in her plan, she had no idea how—or—when should she appear to stop this trainwreck that was her life, lives of those she left behind.

Until she appeared at the right time, strange warm feeling welcoming her and snuggling around almost immediately she hit the ground. Breathing haphazardly she yanked her body towards the town, looking around almost like a madwoman, her mind racing. People were giving her stink eyes left and right but seemed to ignore the coal tars that flew around them, never interacting with them.

It was still weird to see humans so oblivious to their existence but it made her think that maybe she was in a good place, where she was supposed to be. She was tired though, those jumps took almost everything from her lately and she needed a lot of time before she'd make another one—so she willed herself to find him and in one of the alleys warped up.

...

The look on Mephisto's face was priceless as he jumped from behind his desk—ready to fight if he needed. But then his face scrunched up before he'd drop his guard and look her up and down, twice.

'Hi' she said as she did many times already, albeit swaying on her legs. 'I'm Kyoko your niece, please—help me.'

...

Whatever happened after she managed those few words was lost to her as she welcomed darkness like her ol' good pal and fainted. Only later she learned that she was at the best time, that both of her fathers were alive and kicking—and so, so young. Especially Yukio whom she remembered until...

She caught herself few times watching them from afar but mostly she spend her time around Mephisto and surprisingly Amaimon who as far as she knew disappeared sometime after Shiemi's life ended back in the future. What happened to her green-haired uncle she did not know nor did she ever cared enough before—but now, she was glad she had as much time with him as she had.

The weight of her real reason for being there between them dragged her down though more than ever. She despised herself for every lie she had to say, for every day she took upon watching cautiously her soon-to-be-fathers. It wasn't weird for her back in the day—the thought that her fathers were twins—but here, now she caught herself almost wondering how.

Rin and Yukio were complete opposites and they did not attract as much as people used to think. They'd argue most of the times, snipping comments and half-mock-glares would follow then throughout the day. But alas she'd also see the way they'd be against and after each other; Rin would be the bolder of the two sometimes openly daydreaming and swooning over Yukio even teasing and joking about his own infatuation while the other would simply, purposely ignore it.

And then finally, there was interesting case of Yukio—hers Yukio and Rin's Yukio. Given time she's had to watch over both of them, they seemed almost like a different people in her eyes. Maybe because younger Yukio would laugh and chide and then smirk afterwards at something Shima-san would say; so differently from the father she knew.

Days kept on passing, weeks and then months when nothing of importance happened till the day Rin fell into deep slumber. Not thinking much of it she reacted and after she'd escape from under Mephisto's cautious eye she took a leap of faith—to save Rin, her father—the one she never truly got to know but started to love already.

Because in her mind Rin would be a terrific dad. Always smiling, happy with every day and probably the one that'd always rebel against Yukio's 'no's' and sneak a cookie or two when the other wouldn't see.

And—she wanted that. She wanted that to be her past, to be her reality.

So she beared the shots Yukio lodged inside her—holy water and silver all in one. It hurt like a proper bitch and she knew they were working it's ways into her system the moment they touched her back. It didn't matter though, she needed to save Rin—who to her utmost surprise wasn't that much different from her, he also felt guilt—the one that was wearing him thin to the point he stopped to care about himself.

For her though it was already too late, holy water and silver were a poison in her veins and all she managed to do was to crash through half-opened window and disappear with a flash. It was burning her alive from inside out and with such intensity she was surprised. There was a nagging thought of Mephisto looking for her and she wasn't prepared for another mouthful from him just yet so she did the trick he used to teach her—she created a pocket dimension and locked herself inside it for time being.

Unfortunately her hellfire wasn't able to sustain it for long but it wasn't as if she was aware of it.

Until now, that was.

She knew she was somewhere she shouldn't, she knew she was needed somewhere else—dread was flowing around her in such hefty wafts she almost shuddered in her sleepless slumber. She was still weak, recuperating but she felt that if she didn't wake everything would collapse. Willing herself to open her heavy eyelids she groaned with pain shooting through her body.

Hardly aware of the shadows holding her prisoner she concentrated to find her fathers and their friends souls. It seemed their roads split into different paths, and then her fathers disappeared from the earth—she knew what that meant, Mephisto locked them up, wherever.

Trying up her heavy limbs she finally blinked open teal eyes welcoming the darkness. She managed few good yanks before a hiss slipped through her lips. She hurt all over her body and was weak—and she needed to get outta there as soon as possible.

Gritting her teeth in ire she cursed until her glasses slipped down her nose and crashed onto the floor.

It seemed she was once again trying to outrun time.

For how long already...

Being unable to do anything felt as if someone kept on pouring melted iron upon her skin, it burned—it burned her soul. To no avail she tried to pry herself free, yanking and screaming as much as she could in that cold, alien place. The darkness slithering around her, keeping in place felt like the same poison that was eating her alive.

Yet she tried, she never stopped.

Her shrieks fell upon deaf ears though. She couldn't do much. But she still felt everything, she still was able to see those flickering souls as they fought for her fathers.

When first disappeared her world stopped for a second, brain short circuiting, in understanding—or rather trying to. Because, no, it wasn't supposed to end like this, they all should've been alive at least until she was born and learning of the world around her. All of them—she remembered.

But—how? Here she already lost one, forever.

Who?

Gravely words Mephisto said to her sometime ago adrift at the back of her mind for all this time, now scratched viciously at her, pushing upon her limits. Gulping, she never noticed the tears that flooded down her cheeks as she resumed her attempts to get free with vigour she haven't known she had left in her. After few curses and shrieks of helplessness one of her hands was finally yanked free.

Too little too late, another two faded—a mere whispers in the darkness.

Bile was again at her throat pushing it's way out, making her gasp for air. The guilt was piercing her through, numbing her limbs that were spazming around trying to tear her free.

"No, you BASTARD!" she shrieked into the void, both of hands free but from middle down she was held strongly. "IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU'RE KILLING THEM, DO YOU HEAR ME?!"

Words where spilling from her lips like poison, anything to let Mephisto know that this time it wasn't her.

This time it wasn't—

"LET ME GO, PLEASE! I—I—I—BEG OF YOU! JUST LET ME GO..."

Tears were obstructing her vision as they flew freely down her worn out face. There was a little spark left in her, she couldn't do it. Failure tasted oh so sour on her tongue. She's lost three dearest people she's ever known, ahead of the time—it wasn't right. It wasn't—

With sudden boom of a snapping pocket dimension Kyoko found herself looking around the place in awe. Light spider-cracks were filling the void, surrounding her in turquoise shine before a last, final crack was heard and the place fell apart around her. She barely managed to catch herself in her free fall before she'd crash on the ground.

Luck was on her side it seemed though as she plopped onto earth with a soft thud, her knee and hands mitigating the impact. Blinking her eyes few times she stood and turned around to figure out where she was. Strange hissing was flowing from somewhere next to her, a sizzling Gehenna's doorway freshly closed. Pondering more over the fact was unneeded though as a very familiar voice spoke right at her back.

"You, Kyoko" it was Mephisto panting and exhausted from the fight he's just finished.

It was so unnatural for him to be this way so it wasn't a surprise that upon hearing a very painful sigh falling from his lips she rounded at him half-angrily. But before she'd say something her breath caught in her breast, tears welling in teal eyes. He looked a proper mess.

"Go, save them—They'll need all the help they can get" he spoke lowly, grunting in pain while doing so. A black mass was pooling around his mid section, bubbling out from a wound he's had. "I need to keep the pentagram up, and as you can see I can't keep you away anymore..." for the time as he slouched clutching his blackening mid-section, now he slid into crouch, his eyes squinting as he felt the toll it wrecked on his body. "Just keep in mind, Satan uses a lot of dirty tricks, don't let any of them get to you."

Two steps she's made towards him out of habit, she supposed before she'd stop and grind her pointy teeth in silent anger.

"They're dead. You're dying" she managed, glaring at Mephisto—damned if he was dying, she was furious and quite wrecked emotionally at everything she woke up to. "All because of you—you stupid—!"

She shrieked, her voice cracking. Anger was good, it kept her alive for thousands of years—Yukio, Mephisto—it was all theirs fault that she even came to exist in the first place. She never asked for being alive, for her life to become one string of a destruction.

A bark of a bubbling laugh answered her, a very pointed look send her way followed it. "Is it? And what of you, dear—niece—of mine?" he almost sneered at the title but ended at shaking his purple head in defeat. "You're the key, girl. I believe you know that already, don't you? So go—go and make things right, as they should be."

Kyoko was shaking in place, from guilt—from fear—from cold, she didn't know. But bile was still at her throat. Her jaw worked in slow motion as tear slid down her cheek. It was the last time she was seeing him, that much was sure. Still, it amazed her how much she didn't want to go.

While she was always in the shadows, she learned so much about the people that she knew so little about before. Even about the bastard that was Mephisto. Yet curling a fist for a last time, exhaling she nodded towards him in a semblance of a 'goodbye' before she'd set her mind on locating Rin and Yukio.

The wind was chilly she realised then, eyes closed and cold drowning her in it's pre-winter's glory.

"It was good to know you" all of a sudden concluded Mephisto catching her unaware, half-smiling when she slowly, ultimately turned away from him. Yukio's soul was comatose and Rin's—her eyes shot up to the sky to see blue phoenix-alike flames speeding up into the Gate.

"Likewise" she answered with finality in her voice, her hellfire turning her into full-pledged hellspawn. "Sorry—and thank you" solemnly she added, mulling the words over in her mind.

"For everything."

There was a pause as she pulled her lips into tight line. Black whiffs of hellfire were swaying with the wind, long tail with tuft of brown hair at the end of it stiffened as her eyes dulled watching Rin breach the Gate and disappear from Assiah.

She wasn't ready to go just yet—

"Goodbye."

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—but she was gone, a black mist wafted away in the air—*

"Evil originates not in the absence of guilt; but in our effort to escape it."
―Shannon L. Alder

The end.

Hellspawn: re[B]el of the past

Thank you for reading.

*no.11