For this story, I was thinking of Ao No Exorcist, and I started typing, and this is the result. I hope you enjoy it, and for those of you who have read more than one of my stories, I'm sorry I keep switching categories! Enjoy:)

Disclaimer: I do not own Ao No Exorcist, The Blue Exorcist, or whatever you want to call it (although I wish I did)

Note: This fic is based off the Anime's turn of events during episode 15. Slight spoilers for people who haven't watched episodes 14 or 15. And for people loyal to the Manga, I'm sorry, but I prefer this version of what happened better.

I sighed. I was a monster. Not because I was the son of Satan. My true father was always going to be the old man. Nobody could ever change the fact that Shiro Fujimoto was the one to raise me and my brother.

Not even because I lost control while fighting Amaimon, setting the forest on fire. I did it to save my friends, and I don't regret my actions.

No, I was a monster because I looked at my own brother, the boy I had promised to always protect, the man who would never betray me, and I wanted to kill him. Not the sibling rivalry, you're gonna be so dead once I get my hands on you, kind of murder. Something darker.

I wanted to rip out his throat, lapping up the hot, red liquid as his life -giving blood rushed down his front. I wanted to cut open his chest and find his still beating heart to pierce it with my sword. I wanted to burn them all to ashes, with only a memory and smoke on the wind as evidence that my classmates, my friends, my brother, had existed at all.

And I would have, if Shiemi hadn't been there. Somehow, the frail little girl's words pierced through the veil of flames, and brought me back from the edge. How could she be so strong, so confident I wouldn't hurt her? How could she have that much trust in the spawn of Satan, a bloodthirsty monster about to slaughter them all?

I think she knew I was in there, somewhere, even when everyone else doubted. She brought me back, and for that, I will always be grateful. Shiemi saved me from myself, the monster inside of me.

I glanced down at Kurikara, the blade that kept my flames contained, thinking of how close I came. I was almost consumed by power, by fire. I looked out onto the city, brushing away the tears I didn't realize were there.

What if I did it again, losing myself in the flames and rage? What if no one was there to hold me back, to pull me out and bring me back to reality? What if I lost my humanity forever?

"I'll be there, Rin," a female voice said from behind me. I started, turning around to see Shiemi and Yukio standing behind me.

"How did you-"

Yukio chuckled. "You were thinking out loud, Nii-san. Shiemi's right. Never forget you are not alone." Kuro sidled up, rubbing against my leg and meowing in agreement.

I turned my gaze back on the city, smiling softly. Maybe I was a demon, a monster, but I had friends to keep me human.

Slightly bloodthirsty, but I'm happy with how it turned out. Please feel free to review and thanks for reading!