Angelic Vengeance

Chapter 5: An exorcist's lament

YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAH BABY I'M BACK AND READY TO ATTACK! I am sososososo sorry that I haven't updated earlier, I had an insanely busy week. :P hope you enjoy the chapter, though! Mild language in this one, as it's not from the point of view of the triple A batteries or Rin.

Blue exorcist belongs to some rich guy in Japan. Not me *cries*

Yukio had a feeling that something bad was about to happen.

It started in the morning, just a faint feeling of unease then, but he had brushed it off as he went to school. Progressively through the day, it kept getting worse and worse, eventually making it so that he couldn't even eat his terrible lunch, though he usually couldn't eat it anyways. Without Rin there to make meals, Ukobach had also refused to do anything and had moved back to Mephisto, along with Kuro. Without Rin...

... No, Yukio couldn't think those things. Giving Rin to the Vatican was obviously for the best, as he was too much trouble, and he would have been executed anyways. The exwires wanted nothing to do with him, and had pretty much fully supported giving Rin away.

But, Yukio had to wonder if what was causing this had something to do with Rin. After all, they had shared some sort of bond with each other, maybe something to do with being twins, or being the sons of Satan, or both, even if Yukio was human. He could always feel the bond, I guess you could say, tying him to his brother and able to tell if he was alive or not. Over the past few weeks, the feeling was diminished, but still there. He could feel it all the time, incessantly nagging at him, but he usually just ignored it.

Yukio shook those thoughts out of his head and ignored the churning feeling of his stomach as he continued on with the lesson, the exwires dutifully taking notes and paying attention, unlike what his slacker of a brother would have done, who chose to sleep in class rather than pay attention.

After cram school was over, Yukio immediately went back to the dorm to get some sleep. The abandoned place was empty, even more so than when Yukio and Rin had moved there, without the presence of any familiars or half demon loud mouths.

He resolutely trudged among the halls, eventually reaching his nearly empty room, and sighed. Yes, he could admit, he missed Rin. He was rethinking his choices now, and Yukio found that they had probably not been the smartest. But he couldn't change his past decisions, and there was no way to get him back. Yukio shook the feeling of remorse off, and replaced it with a cold and apathetic feeling targeted towards his brother. Yukio knew that Rin wasn't going to die, the facility that he had been sent to was making sure of it. After all, you can't really expect to learn much from something that was dead. And, besides, even when they were done experimenting on Rin and learning about him, they had promised to keep him alive and put him in one of the highest security prisons in Japan.

With that, he walked over to his bed and fell into a deep sleep.

TIMESKIP

It was around midnight when Yukio woke up.

At first, everything seemed all fine and normal, but then, he remarked the terrible churning of his gut and lightheaded-ness accompanying him. And then he started hearing the voices.

They were muffled, as if he was listening to someone talking through a door, and he couldn't quite tell what they were saying, but it alarmed him nonetheless.

"...take...them?" Said one of the voices, only a few words actually being hear able.

"Haha... Dumbasses... Who... Job... Faith... Brother..." Buzzed in another voice, slurred and staticky, and so he could barely hear what it said.

"Don't... Angry... Holding Okumura... Provoke... Drop him..." That was all Yukio needed to know. At the moment, he believed that he was sharing his hearing with his older brother, and what he was hearing was slightly terrifying. He could quite clearly feel the bond connecting him to his brother, and he felt insurmountable amounts of pain prickling in his blood.

In a few simple moments, bright light flooded his vision, sending stars flashing in his eyes. The bright colour, along with a smattering of gold, rendered him blind, and sent pain shooting in his eyes. Every nerve ending in his body burned with pain, and what felt like huge shocks of electricity ran along his spine. Suddenly, the entire thing stopped, and he fell, panting, on the floor.

Something was wrong, Yukio decided, and it was not good. There were many things absolutely wrong with what had just happened, and there was a strange feeling, or, more accurately, lack of a feeling, inside him, and he couldn't quite figure out what it was.

Until he realized.

The bond tying him to his brother was completely gone.

LINELINELINELINELINE

"GRAAAAAAAH!" Screamed an angry maroon headed male, surrounded by the unconscious bodies of many exorcists. Of course, it was just his luck that one of the simplest and most important job that he'd ever had was a failed one.

One of the half demons, namely Keiko Nanami, slowly sat up from her place on the floor of the laboratory, and yawned.

"Wow, I slept like a rock! What'd I miss, Brenten?" She asked the maroon haired hothead, who was now seething so much that one could almost swear that smoke was coming out of his ears.

"BAKA! Do you realize just how important this mission was and just how simple it was? All we had to do was sit in a room while the son of Satan was tested on, while waiting and seeing if the anti-demon barrier was breached, and then take care of the threats! But no! Apparently, little angry demon girls are able to knock out an entire group of exorcists! It just- no! GRAAAAAAAAAH!"

"Actually, that one demon was a guy, remember?"

"SHUT UP! I DON'T CARE ABOUT TECHNICALITIES!" He -Brenten -screamed, waking the other half demon in the group.

Jutta slowly rose up from her place on the floor and inquired "What... Happened..." While holding her head, which had a large bump on it. She brushed her pigtailed hair off of her shoulders and gently touched her gills, looking faintly concerned as she seemed to realize what had happened before.

Brenten was extremely pissed at the half demons, as well as all demons in general, at the moment. He didn't have anything against the half demon exorcists. Actually, he didn't really have anything against any half demons. But, even though Rin Okumura was just a half demon, Brenten despised him to his very core. Sons of Satan were known to be almost as bad as Satan himself. Therefore, Rin was obviously evil. Those two demons from before had- no doubt- some companions that had taken the Satan spawn before all of the exorcists arrived, and probably brought him back to Gehenna by now, causing him to fail one of the most important missions of his life. And, in his eyes, all demons were terrible at that time.

He snarled and walked to the corner of the room, continuously slamming his head against the wall in utter frustration.

"Awww, Brenten's angry." Keiko said to Jutta, pouting as she did.

"Brenten's always angry, Keiko, don't take it personally." Jutta replied, gaining back her bearings and observing the raging male across the room.

"I still find it funny that we got our asses kicked by a little cross dressing demon." Keiko giggled, as if it were the funniest thing on earth.

But the thing was, she was almost cheering the demons on. No, she didn't want them to bring Okumura to Gehenna, but it was better than being tested on in here. If she was in his place, she would have gladly welcomed the 'kidnapping'. But, there was something she dreaded.

Her face quickly morphed to a worried one as she stared at Jutta with concerned eyes.

"How are we going to tell the Vatican that we failed?"

LINEBREAKLINEBREAKLINEBREAK

He had no idea how the she demon had lured him into this place.

For one, his angel instincts were still quite intact, even if he was no longer considered one anymore. Being in Gehenna made him jittery as hell (pun intended) and even just the presence of the powerful demon in front of him made him feel weak to the knees. Second of all, was the location. He had never been in Gehenna before, but it had been what he was expecting. Dead, twisted forests without the comfort of leaves, dark purple skies dotted with ghastly black clouds spewing green lightning wherever they went, and dry, cracked dirt that normal plants would have immediately shrivelled up and died upon.

But those would've been a welcome sight opposed to where he was now.

Deep underneath oily black waters, not letting any light permeate through it's constantly choppy surface, was a castle. Located in the mirror version of Marianas trench, it was a place so hard to get to, that it was deemed the impossible palace. It was beautiful, in it's strange, dark way, carved out of dead white coral and ebony stone, with strange bubble like windows that were made out of a firm jelly like substance that allowed sea demons to easily slip in and out of the, surprisingly enough, airtight palace.

The problem was, that no matter how airtight the palace was, it was still underwater. And Kazuya hated water.

Yet, somehow, this supposed 'demon king', or, more appropriately, 'demon queen', had gotten him to agree to travel into the veritable bowels of hell.

He had no idea what was actually going on.

The she demon sat elegantly in a throne made of a giant pink clamshell, twisting a strand of her silvery blue hair with one of her thin, pale fingers, arching a perfectly shaped eyebrow above one of her dark blue eyes that glittered with amusement. Her slim and lithe form was clad with a flowy, green and blue silk dress, as well as wearing a headband consisting of three strings of large pearls that were the exact same size as each other, acting as a crown. Her pink lips were curled in an innocent smile, and it could almost fool you into believing that she had good intentions.

Fortunately, Kazuya was no idiot.

"What do you want?" he boomed, pretending that he wasn't shaking like a chihuahua in Antarctica.

She laughed, a sound like twinkling wind chimes, but it only served to put the silver haired fallen angel more on edge.

Just how had he gotten himself in this situation again?

Oh yeah. He had been on an assassination job back in Assiah. It had gone swiftly, and without much mess, but a certain demoness had observed what had happened. She had spoken a few words to him, something about being lucky she wasn't killing him on the spot for being an angel, albeit a fallen one, and then, somehow, she had persuaded him to follow her into a Gehenna gate, leading straight into a palace at the bottom of an ocean.

Well, shit.

"You are quite the interesting angel, Kazuya Tatsu. To answer your previous question, I need your assistance." She said, her pleasant smile sending chills down his back.

"With what?" He growled back, obviously uncomfortable. Damn, he really wanted Xeres with him right now.

"A small task." She replied, tilting her head, allowing long, pale blue-silver hair to cascade off of her shoulder.

"I suspect you have heard of the new son of Satan?" He subtly nodded. The kid became a big request to be killed a few weeks ago, but no one knew where he went. Even at the moment, assassins were scouring the streets of True Cross Academy, trying to acquire the huge bounty upon Rin Okumura's head. Kazuya suspected that the insane headmaster of the place, Johann Faust (or so it was said. Kazuya had a suspicion that it wasn't his real name), was hiding the half demon deep within the place.

"What I want you to do is kill him."

Whoop de doo, fantastic, another assassination mission. He wasn't about to go on one of those. Whether or not the other assassins had realized that it was an impossible suicide mission, he didn't know, but he wasn't an idiot blinded by the amount of money that was in it. He would rather not die, thank you very much, he just wanted to let out his anger on unsuspecting victims and get paid for it.

"No way, lady. There isn't any way you could ever convince me to do that. True Cross is heavily guarded all days of the week, not to mention the fact that one of the most prestigious schools of exorcism is situated there. Even if exorcists don't know about angels, fallen angels resemble demons close enough, not to mention that all of the same weaknesses in demons are mine, as you probably know. There's no way in Gehenna that I would go on this mission."

Her smile became predatory by the end of his rant, completely disregarding her previous innocent facade.

"Oh, but he isn't in True Cross."

Wait.

"He is now in your previous home, Rosarra."

What.

"If you do this, revenge can very easily be obtained."

Is this for real?

"I will also provide the forces necessary for this mission."

Yes. It. Is.

Oh god, this demon queen was for real. And, the thing was, it sounded oddly attractive now. Rohsarra wouldn't suspect a thing, the Satan spawn would be dead and he could take advantage of the situation and get a ton of money, and then kill Azren, his former 'friend'.

But there had to be a catch.

"What if I refuse?" He asked, cautiously, as to not enrage the demon.

She just smiled an evil smile, something so terribly sinister and dark that it gave an entirely new meaning to the word 'evil'.

"Oh, nothing really." She said in a nonchalant voice, as she pet the head of a gagged and chained demon with feminine features, acid green eyes, and salmon pink hair streaked with silver, who was- and had- been kneeled on his knees next to the demoness during the entire exchange. He looked pleadingly towards Kazuya, as if to tell him to run, to escape, and escape the clutches of the evil demon.

But the demon queen stared confidently at him, as if she knew that he was going to say that he would take this task, for if he didn't, he would end up like the poor little chained demon boy at her side.

For the first time in at least three years, he felt a feeling of pity. The poor little boy was just sitting there for aesthetic purposes and for the entertainment of the cruel demoness. He was probably always regarded as an object, not being referred to as 'him' but 'it', being all alone, and constantly treated badly. That last one was like what Kazuya had endured, as he had been chastised for not being good enough and for not rising to expectations. He was constantly referred to as 'the disappointment' rather than 'Kazuya Tatsu'. And, for some reason, a faint chord of familiarity chimed inside of Kazuya at the sight of the little demon boy. If he finished this ridiculous mission, he knew what he would do.

"If I succeed in this mission, I have a request."

The she demon raised on of her dainty brows, but gestured for him to continue.

"If I succeed, give me the demon that's beside you, as a reward."

A surprised look shone on her face, but then was replaced by a scheming smirk and eyes twinkling with a devious spark. Meanwhile, the small pink haired demon had brightened and stared at Kazuya with an inkling of hope, beautiful hope, igniting in his eyes.

The demon queen nodded to him and said "You've got yourself a deal."

AHAHAHA HERE IT IS! Ok, some of the parts in this feel extremely crappily done to me, so tell me if it is.

Anyways, OCs and angst! Yay! I almost feel bad for making Yukio a douche. Strangely, I don't. Oh well :). If I messed up any OCs, just tell me. Please. I don't want the story going on without the proper attitude/appearance/description of your original characters. That would not be good. Oh yeah, by the way, OC submissions are now closed!

Besides the little demon boy at the end, OCs in this chapter do not belong to me! Keiko belongs to Mew SunsetStar, Jutta belongs to the unknown assassin, Brenten belongs to MVSilentstrike, Kazuya belongs to HeavensLuminousArc, and the demon queen belongs to AwokenPsycho. Thank you to everyone for sending the amazing OCs! (I forgot to mention for so many chapters that the 'status' part of the OC sheet means social status, like low class, middle class, etc. I'm so sorry, I'm a forgetful idiot)

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