Title: Hellspawn
Chapter: 32/34
Characters: Shima, Izumo, Mephisto, Lucifer aka Takara (mentions of others),
Genre: angst, general, mystery(?)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, it's purely fan made for fun... or tears.
Warnings: No beta'd, etc. cursing, anime!ver, brocon, RinYukio, prolly ooc, unrequired love (?), sloooow buuurn.
Summary: ( When purple eyes zeroed on the disgusting eye blinking back at her from the doorway she clenched her teeth, sprinting ahead. It was now or never. Clasping talisman between palms on the way, she dodged the behemoth's attack by a hair as she pushed herself into the air, pirouetting around the gate and smacking the talisman over it. )
A/N: This is the 2nd part of the 'true ending' so to speak.
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Shima was many things.
A jokester, a cat-ate-a-cannary character, a comedy relief but even so, even he knew when his happy-go-lucky persona was too much and when to step down from the figurative scene with his tail tucked securely underneath his feet. Situation he was faced with was exactly one of those; no matter how many poor, weak and badly presented jokes he'd keep on telling—he was a very much aware of the danger and the responsibility that was placed upon their shoulders.
Thinking more over those thin, squared shoulders of Izumo and her scrutinizing, concentrated expression he sighed even more. The girl was pouring her soul into this mission, her wild and half-down already hair tails one of the indicators of such.
He whipped his pinkish fringe back with flip of his head, bracing himself on the ground. The staff weighed tonne in his hands but he swiped that thought to the back of his mind, smirking at the very visible and advancing hellspawns. There was nowhere to run, no-one to save and the place was filled with trees, mulch crunching underneath feet with each breath and step.
Yeah, he was practically dead tired and his hands could just as well drop off his frame and he'd probably didn't even realise it. He knew there'd be probably at least few blisters forming on his palms but he heeded them no mind at the time. Afterall he was supposed to support Izumo while she tried to get the doorway, what if it meant him running just on fumes—it didn't matter, darkness wouldn't wait nor miss a second for an opening. Two white foxes kept on jumping, running and chomping around them at the hellspawns under her swift commands. Those thin, long fingers gave them out without a blink, purple eyes dead set on the goal.
Chuckling under breath, he knew they were already done for. With unfathomable amounts of hellspawns flowing from the doorway it was humanly impossible to get through that wall of monsters. That didn't mean they could stop at trying.
Swinging his belled staff around he caught two small creatures smashing them into ground with loud thump and they dispersed into black mist with the wind. While he was mostly backed at Kamiki he still felt her presence, her each motion. Given their positions though it was a matter of time before he or her would break down and their stance would be compromised.
"This will not do..!" barked with annoyance Izumo after another interruption from her main goal. Shima could only shrug it off though, there wasn't much he could do to help her with it. "I thought you'll be backing me up here?!" she added incredulously loud, her head snapping towards him with an angry fluster.
"And what it looks like I'm doing here?!" he growled back, swinging his heavy staff at oncoming enemies. Another three bit the dust. "We're surrounded if you don't realise..?"
With a heavy grit of her pearly white teeth she rolled her tense shoulders. She was losing her stamina it seemed. So what if she was the one on the athletic side of the spectrum? She was still only human—and one that did not exercise each day for an hours on end.
"We're slacking too much" she spoke after few breaths, swiftly jumping away from one of the hellspawns and hitting it with her talismaned fist. Said talisman shone same second it hit it's target and monster was whiffed away with air.
There was a moment of silence as she looked up towards the sky. Five blue lights adored once have been beautiful sunset if not for the ugly, growing black hole in it. However only now she noticed how the blue pentagram has been overlapped by a second one—a bright golden one—that seemed to act as some kind of a barrier.
"Mephisto?" slipped past her lips as she furrowed her brows together, pondering. There was no time for second thoughts though and she brushed it aside for the time being. Then suddenly from a corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of a visibly wobbling blue beam. It could mean only one thing—someone was near closing one of the doorways!
"Mike, Uke—leave the hellspawns to us—make a way towards the doorway!"
Command was spoken clearly, Shima knew there would be probably no point in trying to change hers mind. So exhaling tiredly he followed her lead, jumping into step with her. His staff kept on swinging hellspawns and piercing them through with precision in his moves; he couldn't make one even smallest mistake—that'd probably end up bad for both of them. Kamiki also didn't stay much behind him in that matter—she'd keep on jumping, kicking and hitting those hellspawns that would get too close to them; her talismans shining each time she'd struck one.
They were trying to outrun the time—as both of their staminas' were already critically low.
With the way their bodies twisted around each other, at times completing their crooked, uncoordinated moves—Shima could barely keep his mouth shut; especially when Kamiki's skirt was already torn at one side giving him a lot of soft looking skin of her hip and thigh to look at and that super cute undergarments she apparently was wearing.
When they whipped around each other next time though, ending up face-to-face mere inches away he couldn't stop himself.
"Wearing bunnies I see" he casually mentioned, smiling into her face. Given their situation he should shut the fuck up but if he was going to end up dead he figured he'd at least enjoy his last moments on earth while they lasted. "Never knew you're into cute."
Blinks of purple eyes followed his comment before she'd frown at him, hot breath and heaving chest right at him. She looked a proper mess he noticed. A patch of dirt over her cheek and forehead, a purple bruise forming on the other one—not to mention many cuts that adored her body. Those thin looking shoulders were trembling, muscles convulsing with the overuse probably, hands knees and shins angrily red from the strength she kept on pushing while fighting.
And that terrible, completely disgustingly cute bunnies on her undergarments were his undoing.
He leaned over... and a very tightly wound up fist squared him right on the back of his head, making him back off with tears at the corners of his eyes.
"What the hell are you doing, RENZO?!" screeched Kamiki beet-red faced, her shoulders trembling. She didn't try to cover herself though so that was a plus. Shima still could see the not as big as Shiemi's curve of her breast and hip; at least something right? "Next time I'll hit you harder" she added as an afterthought, turning away and exhaling. "But yes, I like bunnies; I am a girl afterall."
The last comment caught him unaware as he still tried to blink away his headache. He chuckled at her back, massaging growing bump on his head. Oh he knew well enough that she was a girl, a cute one when she let herself go and would stop bitching about everything, unfortunately that didn't happen often.
"Sorry, didn't mean it" he answered her, reaching for his staff and securing it in his hands. "It was a fluke, a spur of the moment. You know me, Kamiki-san."
A very long and visible sigh escaped her before she'd giggle little under breath, gazing from a corner of her eye at him. "I know" was the quiet reply. She fumbled with her talismans that were wound up around her fists little before she'd glare at him. "Doesn't mean I appreciate that kind of flukes" she hissed, her eyes squinted. "Also if you'll tell anyone about bunnies..." there she made a very slow motion of him dropping dead.
Laughing a bit to himself Shima could only sweatdrop to that. "Alright, alright!" he agreed amicably yet sighing inwardly.
How was it possible for his friend to become this frightening banshee in a timespan of a mere minute? He guessed only she was capable of that... okay maybe Shura-san could do this too. Fleeting rush of their moment was quickly dissipating by now though when groans and moans of closing onto them hellspawns emerged back from the background.
Nearby command from Izumo towards her familiars once again spun them into pushing ahead.
Actually they were pretty closing on the doorway already, slowly and steadily they dared themselves to run. Ugly doorway was only a breath away, hidden behind hellspawns that seemed to guard it. They didn't look much but they had to be on their toes, one might never know afterall.
"So now what? Have any plan in mind?" Shima asked, gazing over the hellspawns. Izumo seemed to take her time in inspecting the area too.
"I can send Mike and Uke as a distraction, they'll give us some time at least. Beyond that—we need to improvise."
Well, wasn't that surprising? So very much unlike Kamiki.
"I am as lost to this situation as you are, Renzo" she added, and Shima's hands trembled when he realised he must've said previous thought aloud. "We could use up your aries, I can talisman your staff—there's so many ideas..."
"Well, they're not going to wait for an invitation though" he finally spoke, bracing himself when one of the bigger—behemoth—alike hellspawns dared to move.
Time. One thing they needed the most, one thing they didn't have. Grinding teeth a bit too much Izumo kept steady gaze on the hellspawns, the behemoth and her own familiars. One could easily see how gears worked behind her purple eyes, quickly thinking of the plan.
"Alright then, we must go in raw I guess" she mentioned after awhile, taking out one more talisman and quickly charming it up. It shone between her fingers before she'd slap it right at Shima's staff. He jumped little when that happened but didn't mention it.
"Define raw?" he asked instead, his eyes slinking away from the behemoth for a split second. They've been surrounded by so many lesser demons already; their chances of getting mission done were slipping away so fast already.
With a gulp, Kamiki braced herself. "Mike, Uke! West and east, Shima you take the rear. Use aries on your way!"
It wasn't even a question, just straightforward command that left Izumo's lips and Shima could only catch a grasp of it. He did though, just in time as slim form of his teammate speed up ahead; he racked his brain for the first—any really—aries he knew of and dared to mutter it under his nose.
Of course it wasn't as supporting as it'd be if he was standing still but they didn't have the comfort of standing still even for a second. He barely grasped the fact that both Mike and Uke where being almost leaping straight into the lion's jaws to get crumbled to the ground to stand up again, and again, and again...
...and again.
The thing was Izumo loved her familiars to the death if she ever let anyone know it or not, and the fact that she literally have send them off on a suicidal quest... He had to shake his head at that, there was no way for her to do that—but he had an unprecedented evidence of it before his own two eyes.
Shima turned swiftly smashing the behemoth on his flank when a very ominous, echoing boom surrounded them. Suddenly aware he realised that one of the doorways just fallen close. One was down, few more to go. If only the hellspawns didn't close on them so much, so many, so fast... For a second his breath caught, strange claustrophobic feeling almost throwing him off his feet.
Izumo also noticed the lack of a doorway's light. Her movements became a little more frantic.
"There's too many of them!" she gasped, catching breath. She was sweating and swearing under breath, her eyes a bit more panicky than before. "We have to stop it—and soon..."
Nodding under breath he knew she was right. Swinging his staff around he blocked oncoming attack, pushed it back and turned around facing her, only to frown. Yes, their situation was bad but to actually see his usually aloof and snarky friend so motionless, scared to death... He barked back at her, with ire if not a bit of anger.
"Get a grip on yourself Kamiki! It's not the time to lose hope! There must be a way!"
Before he managed to finish his thoughts he needed to dodge another attack send his way. From somewhere away he heard painful yelps of Izumo's familiars, a barrage of bullets and—was that? A backup arrived apparently but there was a lot of hellspawns keeping them away.
"Do you hear it? There's a backup! We will do it!"
Kamiki however trembled, her lips quivered before she'd close her eyes and inhale. Maybe his words actually did rouse her once again to fight but even if they did, they were lost on her once a terrifying squeak surrounded them.
"UKE!"
Izumo screeched turning around, looking for her familiar.
"NOOOOOO!"
Shima reacted at once, running towards the fallen familiar and hitting the ghoul straight on the back—it backed out, jumping away. White fox was badly hurt though, whining—it's paws clawing painfully at the ground; even more so—it tried to stand up again.
Something shattered inside Shima back then. He faintly was aware of Izumo dashing to them and quickly tearing into pieces her summoning talisman even under pressure and objections from her familiars. Both foxes disappeared like bubbles in the air with howls leaving them all alone in an eye of the storm. She was weeping silently at the fate of her familiars, probably knowing that she just basically marked themselves for death.
This was hopeless. Backup was too far away, there was too many demons surrounding them, and they where the only two beings probably ever capable of closing the goddamn doorway right now. A screech filled the space around them as Izumo literally snapped and screamed outta her lungs, running ahead hitting everything on her way.
Groaning Shima followed after, quickly getting in step with her.
"I have a plan, I have no idea if it's going to work" mentioned Kamiki between gasps and punches, dodging but still running ahead.
"I'm all ears" he replied instantly, swinging his staff again.
She picked up another piece of paper, this one a little bit torn but still usable and runed it up, once again smacking it onto unsuspecting Shima. He gasped when she hit him square in the chest and lightly massaged the place.
"You need to quit doing that, it's not healthy—" he teased, smiling little at the roll of her eyes "—for me, I mean. So what's that plan of yours exactly?"
"I will detonate the doorway" she answered plainly, taking out another talisman from her chest pocket—the one that was still almost intact given the circumstances and Shima found it kind of fascinating. Three symbols appeared on the paper, red shining. She was clenching her teeth though. "It's a one way ticket—" she spoke with a tone of finality, gazing at him from a corner of her eye "—quite literally."
Gears in Shima's mind worked overtime but he came up with nothing to say.
"So, what do we do?" he asked instead, kind of knowing what's going to happen.
"You keep them off my back for as long as you can, stand still and use barrier aries. I will finish the rune and slap it silly over the doorway."
"...what about you?"
It must've been said, he realised that Kamiki would probably go all in Kamikaze-style with it but still...
"I'll jump away hopefully before the big-bang" she answered nonplussed, as if she just didn't confirm his suspicions. "Besides I still have my shielding talisman on, it's not torn yet."
Caressing talisman on his chest Shima chuckled, so that's what it was—a shield.
"Aright, we ready then?" there was no time to lose anymore.
Izumo nodded her head then, left pig-tail finally giving in and sliding off her hair. In a moment of hesitation she punched nearby demon before she'd grab the other hairband to slide it off as well, her long hair becoming a curtain that was about to fall down.
Literally.
"Good luck to us" she spoke smiling at him, a second-long message told in her purple gaze. Before anything she pushed herself ahead running, leaving him behind.
Shima smirked to himself at that turning, dodging and blocking attacks only to tip his head towards her silhouette. The stench of the death was suffocating but it also gave them that additional kick to give everything out. With few flexes and hits of his belled staff, Shima knew the time was now. Even a wind agreed smudging dirtied by now pink, curlier than normal hair with delicate motions.
The final showdown.
"Good luck to us indeed."
Bracing his feet hard on the ground he smashed staff into it. Bells ringed as he racked mind over every aries he knew, before he'd find the one that might've been of use to them right now. Breathing in he started to whisper the aries under breath, a golden light surrounding him and with each word his voice raised. Faint symbols floated around him for a few seconds before an enormous pentagram shone under his feet, an invisible barrier engulfing them.
Now all he could do was to wait. And stand still, facing head-on hellspawns; sweating and praying that this wouldn't be a flop. They had no second chance with this one. It was a scary thought, one Shima really didn't want to think about at the moment. Especially spiralling down the rabbit hole, seeing more and more darkness trying to entrap and crush his shield. He felt each smash, each push down his tired muscles. Sweaty hands were slipping ever so slowly down the staff as he concentrated. With one last gulp and sweat flowing down his forehead he could only hope that Kamiki would succeed.
Izumo kept on dashing ahead, talisman shining with bright red symbols on it, her face stiff and determined. Using the last reserves of her own stamina she dodged almost every encounter on her way to the doorway. It was tricky but she managed purely by her fast reflexes.
When purple eyes zeroed on the disgusting eye blinking back at her from the doorway she clenched her teeth, sprinting ahead. It was now or never. Clasping talisman between palms on the way, she dodged the behemoth's attack by a hair as she pushed herself into the air, pirouetting around the gate and smacking the talisman over it.
Moment charm touched the eye, explosion shook terrain around it sending few aftershocks afterwards. Primary blast completely blinded everyone in the vicinity of it for quite some time. Thus silence filled up the empty space until the usual sound of cracking trees and slinking wind came back; there was even a chirp or two in the distance—animals staking a claim on their territories once again. Subsequently the only thing that was left after doorway was charred ground where it stood once.
The doorway was no more. Another light ceased to be.
Some time later Shima groaned, shaking himself awake—still alive—and sluggishly stood up looking around. There was no sign of the doorway nor the hellspawns. It was so quiet, the stench was giving away under tugs of the fresh air already too. Darkness fallen over him with the lack of the bluish tint. Blinking eyes he moaned, holding onto his side as he started to stumble ahead to find Kamiki.
...and find her he did.
When his eyes fallen down onto crumbled form under tree trunk, face peaceful eyes closed—he sat down heavily next to her with a groan and patted a bit too bloodied thigh.
"We've done it" he mentioned wistfully.
His body ached, and eyes were closing on it's own again.
A bit of sleep didn't sound so bad right now.
Small chuckle was accompanied by a tired sigh when his head hit with a hollow thunk over the tree thump they've been seated against. It might've been maybe the last time he was seeing that always annoyed and sarcastic face of his friend Izumo Kamiki and he took his time just looking at the closed eyelids and those long purple hair she always kept in pig-tails.
She'd look amazing with her hair down fleeted through his mind faintly.
"...it's over."
It was, at least for them. Others were still fighting.
In the sky another beam was pulsating, meaning another doorway was under attack. That thought made him smile crookedly at the irony of his position. Dead tired, curled next to a probably dead body with all muscles screaming in pain at him, and yet that blinking light on the horizon was enough for him to feel calmer.
Silently giving in the need of a minute of rest he closed heavy eyelids, as from a distance footsteps speeding up towards them could be heard.
Yes, it was finally over.
...
Mephisto Pheles watched them all disappear beyond each door.
One by one they went and so did he.
He was more aware than not of the fiery soul behind Rin's ribcage and of a very dark presence growing inside Yukio's. Given all the hints and luck he'd say he could've been more than certain whom was going to be born into Assiah given some time. That he's seen maybe twice in his entire lifetime, each time however as far as he knew, it did end bad unfortunately. So at this point lone hope and time have been the only things that could help Okumura's boys case and by a miracle nonetheless.
The girl was one huge problem. The fact that somehow she learned to time travel was troublesome itself, but by whom was the question too. Actually, no, scratch that. Mephisto had a nagging suspicion that he knew who'd teach her that trick, afterall there was only one demon king able to use it—him. But... why? Why would he do that? Now that was the real question, he was being well aware of the consequences of changing the past—there was no reason for him to teach it to a merely crawling hellspawn.
Unless... something happened.
Something must've triggered his sense of right and wrong. Or maybe that was all him, trying to screw with his past self, who knew really?
Free floating above academy's grounds right here at the very centre of blue pentagram, a place of the final fight, he pondered. But it wasn't his place to take—oh no—this one he was leaving for both Okumura boys.
Sweeping white and purple tophat off his head he sighed under breath. Was that a concern he felt? A worry? For once in his life he was glad no one was able to see a growing frown on his face. Pushing tophat back onto his head he figured he'd be better off staring ahead at his father's doings for now, taking his sweet time. Blue pentagram seemed to laugh maniacally with each pulse of the doorways. Tick after tick. Hellspawns were already darkening the sunset with ugly blotches of black.
"Such a waste."
Indeed it was, the sunset would be a sight if not for the situation he was seeing it in. Breezing over the area with his slanted eyes he knew what he had to do—to at least try to preserve what he could. Puffing into world his indispensable umbrella with a click of his fingers he let himself smirk. It's what he was waiting for though, for eternity it seemed. From the day his father banished him from Gehenna he promised himself—and his father—that he'd keep on destroying his every single attempt at swallowing Assiah.
Be it a century.
Be it a millennia.
He'd keep on fighting. He had all the time in both worlds.
That's what he was made for. Maybe his father didn't realise it at first but with time it all became clear. He was a puppet on a strings of Satan; like all his brothers were. Each time he visited Assiah he'd learn more and more of human nature, how sweet and filling was their despair but—it wasn't all that were to it. Upon one of those visits he came across a new kind of hellspawn—a free demon. Demon who broke from under his father's spell, a demon that fed upon different emotions, savouring their taste—savouring how quickly humans changed their moods; how unpredictable they could be.
Only upon seeing it with his own eyes, he understood. Humans were free to do whatever they wanted, however they wanted and most of the times when they did, they didn't have to worry about consequences of their doings. It was that freedom that spoke volumes to Mephisto back in the day; it was his undoing as well.
Satan didn't approve of it.
Chuckle escaped his lips upon reminiscing that day, day of his banishment. Umbrella was already pointed above him when Mephisto's lopsided smirk lightened up his mischievous face.
"Eins... Zwei... Drei!"
With a crack of upcoming storm, a golden pentagram overlapped the blue one. It seemed bigger, stronger—better. And Mephisto laughed, his eyes widening maniacally as he saw thousands, maybe even millions of hellspawns touch on it to howl in guttural pain.
"You won't win, you never will" he mentioned cocking his eyebrow, twirling the umbrella nonchalantly. "You're too weak to do that, dad."
Undeniably Mephisto felt as the god of this place, and this was his playground.
For awhile he watched as the barrier filled with more and more hellspawns. He felt the itch their attempts on getting through left on his skin, it was crawling up his spine. They were angry, vicious and oh so much confused! He almost laughed at that, but he didn't—he had a place to be and upon gazing over the doorways, he knew others were trying to close them up already.
Without thinking much he ported away—to the last doorway. It was his battlefield, one—on—one with Lucifer 'daddy's pupil'. Oh how he was going to enjoy destroying that asskisser. Ever since he could remember Lucifer was always the best—the oldest—the prodigy. It gnawed at him from forever like a thorn in a side. He hated him for it, he hated him for blindly following in their father's footsteps—but—undeniably he couldn't forget that if not for him, he'd be very much dead.
That mystery was awing him to this day. Why he'd do it in the first place? It didn't matter now however—Lucifer was still under their father's thumb apparently enjoying it and that was enough for Mephisto to put that figurative cross over his name.
The doorway was a speck of blue light shining from a miles away. Yet it was... empty. There was no demons guarding it. It was such an obvious trap he chuckled under breath floating down to stand face-to-face with it. The place smelled of death and pestilence, copper tint almost at the back of his tongue. Beside that it was calm, eerie even.
All he had to do was point his umbrella at the doorway and—it'd be all over.
"Too easy" he muttered to himself, analysing the area. He was alone. Completely, utterly alone. "Did you give up before it started, Lucy?"
With a jab at Lucifer he hoped he'd show up but to no avail. Did he really stood up on the fight? Was he frightened of the defeat? Maybe, but even so he couldn't let his guard down. Lucifer was a master of tricks afterall, especially tricks of the eye. Although he wouldn't mind waiting for his opponent to show up, he didn't have time—or did he? Sighing to himself he clicked his fingers and everything stopped.
"We can wait for eternity. Your call, Lucy. You know I can, but can you?" he snided, smirking. His fangs shone in the unmoving blue light.
And that was exactly what he was aiming for, that moment of doubt—because Lucifer walked from behind the doorway, puppet on hand, eyes closed. Always so stoic and immune, until proven wrong that was.
"That look is terrible Lucy just so you know" he added pointing umbrella at his 'brother'. Lucifer sighed before he realised his hair became pretty stiff.
"Do you mind?" he mentioned towards time-stop with his puppet. Then it froze in place too. "Fair play!" he sneered at Mephisto when he noticed the other was not moving an inch.
"What, you're afraid you lost already?" Mephisto asked with bitter irony. "I thought you got used to this technique ages ago, guess not?" with shrug of his shoulders time started back on. Blue light flickered to life as did Lucifer's hairdo.
Lucifer didn't seem very happy about this however. Something was very off—Mephisto couldn't put his finger on it though. Overall their so called fight seemed too meek so far. There was no surprise attack, there was no hellspawns that he'd have to destroy. It was just too fishy. However asking never hurt anybody, did it? So the question that was nagging him at the far back of his mind came out unannounced.
"Do you mind stepping back, you're in the way?"
And Lucifer burst out laughing at him, almost rolling on the floor. What did he found so funny about that question he had no idea. But when Lucy finally caught his breath, his golden eyes wide open and fangs shining in the light—Mephisto knew whatever cloud of misery hung around him before now was gone.
"Oh brother!" said Lucifer with mock happiness. "I almost forgot how funny you are. But going back on the track—this is the last doorway—I can't let you close it."
Something flickered through Mephisto's face, a shadow of doubt. "Can't or won't?" he asked instead.
Puppet was up in the air in an instant. "Can't."
Nodding to himself, he chuckled with pity. "Same old, same old. You will never change, do you? Always father's shadow."
Cocking his head to the side, blond wavy hair hid half of Lucifer's face. "What good would it do if I tried to fight him?" he asked, sinister smile sliding onto his cheek. "You lost already. You don't have enough power to stop him, you never will. The fight you're fighting is pointless—so why do you keep it up?"
Sighing to himself Mephisto almost laughed at his older brother. "If I didn't life would be so much boring, don't you think?" he answered to that. "Let's say I let him win. I die. You win. Assiah ceases to exist, humans go extinct—and then what? Pray tell me what do he have from this besides a huge rock with no life on it nor within."
Lucifer grit his teeth at that, leaving it without comment. Shaking his head lightly Mephisto's brow went up with pity yet he continued his monologue.
"You know I am right, that's why you're here. You don't want to fight me, am I right? But he told you to—because you're his best puppet and you always listen. Guess what Lucy? Freedom is for everyone, not chosen ones. You just need to want it."
That comment stung blond, probably more than he let it show. Mephisto knew though, he's seen the way Lucifer's shoulders tensed, the way his closed eyes slid open and now were staring at him with such venom he could almost feel it slipping into his blood system.
"If you say so, brother" last word was spat with disdain as if it burned blond's tongue. "We're not to chit-chat though are we?" he changed topic squaring himself up, preparing for the fight to come. "So? Are we going to stare at each other or—?"
Mephisto didn't let him finish as he ported away in a blink to home-in the first jab into smaller male. In those few milliseconds terrain shook, dust swarmed around covering both of them.
With a sickening yet trembling smile upon cheek Lucifer licked his lips. "Now we're talking" he answered with a bright glint in his eye as he finally moved, skilfully returning the favour.
Their fight started for good then, neither of them was willing to back down.
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Once sun dropped behind horizon though it all dispersed... like a waking dream.