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Crowds of the lower demons swarmed the building as the four exorcists and Jack rushed out to meet them. North instantly had out two sharp sabers, seemingly having pulled them out as soon as he thrust to exorcise the demons. Tooth had taken out both a pair of thin swords and a summoning circle in which Jack watched as she summoned an odd swarm of small fairy like demons. Aster took out what looked like boomerangs and Sandy took out the golden whips Jack was all too familiar with. Yes, he actually knew each of those weapons, but he wouldn't admit that he was slightly relieved to see that they weren't going to be used on him this time around.

Jack charged alongside the exorcists, this being something he thought would never happen but here he was, fighting alongside those he cursed out loud. He swung his staff, taking out the shadow like creatures with a simple gesture. He could see the others attacking nearby and would take down any who would make an attack that just seemed to get a little too close for comfort. And no! He wasn't protecting them because he liked them. It was simply because when this was all over, specifically when he found a way to get the collar off his neck, he would need some entertainment.

The demons continued their assault on the group in never ending waves. They struggled to keep up with the continuing attacks. There had to be some reason behind this though, right? Was Pitch trying to weaken them?

Jack grunted as he shook another off his back when it pounced on him. He backed up as he shot a bolt of ice at the advancing demons, continuing until his back hit a wall.

'Shit' Jack thought as he continued to fight off the demons, trying to keep them off of him. Taking a moment to glance away from his own battle, he looked for any of the other, only to see they were each preoccupied with their own individual battles. Even the demons Tooth had summoned had their hands full!

Turning back to his own battle. Jack growled, letting his demon parts enhance as he snarled at the group. The air around him turned colder and the wind picked up. Sharp frost and ice grew from beneath his feet and traveled out to spike out at the demons that tried to attack, quickly forcing them back. Those that could travel in shadows would attempt to do so, but any time they tried to pop up and strike, they received a similar response.

Those further out would be forced back with ice fired out from Jack's staff or they would abandon the thought of attacking him all together and go for one of the others. From where Jack stood, he could see the way each of the other's held their ground, and knew that even with their struggles and the endless waves, it wouldn't hinder them by much. Swords were thrusting and slashing, boomerangs flew and cut, and whips struck and entangled. This was a fight that was only differed by the amount of people on each team, in Jack's opinion at least. The four exorcists were just as relentless and determined as the demons, if not more so.

Suddenly, hands gripped Jack by his wrists and covered his mouth, uncaring of the cold temperature of his skin. The hands pulled Jack into the shadows as he struggled to escape. However, it wasn't long before the unknown way of transporting got to him and Jack was feeling dizzy and his struggles weakened. A chuckle sounded from the body that held him, before he was dropped on the ground.

"My, my Jokul," The voice chuckled. "You don't seem as cocky as you usually were, what happened after all this time?"

Jack knew that voice. He should have known it as soon as he was forced into the corner by Pitch's demons and pulled through the shadows. "Pitch." He ground out after the dizziness passed. He glanced up to look at the older demon. His skin was still the pale gray he remembered with the black spiked hair. His outfit was a bit different, a black long coat that fell to his knees and black pants and shoes. His eyes were the same though. They were still the cruel gold-speckled silver that grew at the fear of others and was accompanied by the jagged, sharp smile.

"I must say Jokul, it's a bit of a surprise to see you working alongside exorcists. I never pictured you as the type to do that." Pitch said as he watched Jack stand up.

Jack slowly backed away from the other and towards the window in the room he had been brought to. "Yeah well," He glanced outside to see he was at the top floor of the dorm building and he could see the others slowly being forced away from it, making them grow further and further away. "It wasn't really my choice."

"Really?" Pitch hummed. "I'm surprised. I would've thought you'd fight back. But I suppose demon's change after a period of time a part."

"I could say the same thing to you Pitch!" Jack called back. "I mean, what are you doing?"

"Currently I'm visiting an old friend."

"I wouldn't say friend, more of…tolerated cell mate."

Down below, the four exorcists were slowly, unknowingly being forced further from the building and away from Jack. They were all purely focused on their fighting, they never took notice that they were growing further from the building, let alone that Jack was nowhere in sight. While they may not notice the effects of growing further away from the demon, Jack most definitely did.

Up in the building, the collar around Jack's neck suddenly heated up and pulled in the direction of the exorcists. When he couldn't move toward them, it grew hotter and pulled harder, making Jack let out a choking noise and fall to the floor.

"Is something wrong Jokul?" Pitch asked as he watched the demon gasp on the floor and claw at his neck. Pitch went over and knelt down in front of Jack and when Jack looked up at him, there was a knowing look in Pitch's eyes, as if he knew something like this would happen.

Jack moved away from his hand when his reached out to grip his own hands that clawed at the collar. Pitch's other hand then went to move along the glowing collar.

"It seems that you were telling the truth Frosti." He said, knowingly letting the collar grow worse for the other as the demons continued to push the other's away. "You really were forced into it, chained like a pet to them. You poor boy." Then Pitch hummed and leaned forward to whisper into Jack's ear. "Maybe I could get it off for you." Jack's eyes widened at the words. "You could be free from their hands over you. I could help you Jokul, and all I would need was a favor in return."

Jack wouldn't have said something if he could, his mind to shocked at the moment, let alone the pain that boomed within his nerves. Pitch looked like he was ready to say something again when a shout called out around them.

"Get away from him!" Blue flames suddenly charged forward, forcing Pitch to get away from Jack. Jack was still gasping for breath but he felt the collar cease its torture on his neck. In the corner of his vision, he could see Rin rushing to stand next to him, his sword unsheathed and glowing with the blue flames that also covered his own demonic form.

"Hey, you alright?" Rin asked as he looked down at the ice demon.

"Well, if it isn't the Son of Satan." Pitch spoke from where he had moved to, distain dripping from his velvety voice as he glared at the said teen. "I must say, I wasn't expecting to come across you, let alone for Jokul to be associated with you."

"Look, I don't know who the fuck you are, but you better stop what you're doing right now!" Rin growled as he positioned his sword to attack the other demon.

Pitch rolled his eyes. "And what makes you think I'll listen to you? While I've heard of what you've done to demons in the past, even a demon king, you're not someone I'm afraid of. You're merely a boy to me." He began to move forward. "As much as it would be a joy to continue this conversation, I must get back to my earlier business." With that he waved his hand and shadows shot at Rin.

With a cry, Rin sliced at the shadows, his flames keeping the ones grasping at his feet at bay. He swung Kurikara, letting it slice through the darkness that attacked him. He could see Pitch striding closer to him and before he could strike a blow at the Forbidden Demon, the other moved his hand up to his lips and blew. A black dust flew from his hand and mixed with the shadows as it struck Rin's eyes. Darkness clouded his vision and he shook his head trying to clear it.

Pitch smiled at the sight of Rin struggling to fight the sand. Very few knew what it was, the only other one he knew that knew what the sand did and how to use and gather it was Sanderson. The sand could only be gathered from a specific demonic plant that and very few could gain it. The sand itself had a powerful sleeping effect on its victim-both demons and humans alike, and if mixed with different things or herbs, it could bring different effects.

As Pitch relished in the effects of his sand, Jack was slowly moving toward his staff. His neck throbbed with pain and he could feel blood crusted around it but he moved forward. Not only was he in pain, but Pitch's words ran in his ears, taunting him. He knew better then to trust him, let alone get the collar off his neck, but the idea of the possibility remained as a hunting echo.

Jack reached the wooden staff and curled his hand around it. With a shaking hand, he lifted it to point at Pitch and, with a short huff, shot a blot of ice. The ice struck Pitch in the back and caused him to stumble. He growled and turned around to face Jack.

"That was rather rude." Pitch hissed as he approached the other once more. Jack glared at him and shot again, only for Pitch to side step the week action. Pitch summoned a shadow and used it to fling Jack's staff from his weak grasp. He then reached to wrap his fingers around Jack's wounded throat, uncaring of the discomfort and pain he cause the other.

"Really, did you think that was such a good idea? To attack me when you have been so wounded? I could've helped you. I still can. All you have to do is accept my offer." Jack struggled in his grip, choking out sounds and ice crawling across Pitch's arms where Jack fought to get them off as a last effort to fight back. It seemed that the cold bothered Pitch, but he wasn't stepping down.

"Hey!" Pitch froze with a shocked look and looked back to where he had left Rin. There, the half-demon stood, no longer under the spell of the sand and flames burning brighter than before. "I told you to leave him alone, bastard!"

"How did you defeat the sand?" Pitch growled as he glared at the other. Satan's child was really irritating!

"I don't think you really need to know that." Rin replied. Really, his flames just fought against the sand, burning away its effects on him just as it did with injuries, but Pitch didn't need to know that. With a shout, he sent a wave of flames at the shadow demon making his eyes widen and to drop Jack. Pitch fled to the shadows while Jack curled up on the floor, prepared to feel even more heat burn his skin. But he did not feel the pain that had attacked his neck. No, instead he felt a soft wave of heat, on that felt comforting and reminded him of Emma's hugs.

After one last glance around for Pitch and sending out one last wave of flames, trying to catch the demon, Rin rushed over to Jack.

"Hey, you alright?" He asked. Jack blinked for a second before sending him a look, making Rin let out an awkward chuckle. "Right, may bad. Ok um…can you heal quickly, or does anything help you with your wounds?"

Jack nodded and mouthed out with raspy breath, "Snow."

"Er…ok…I-I don't know where I'm going to get snow from. Uh…" Jack rolled his eyes at the other's behavior. He knew the other was trying to help, he just didn't know what to do. With a soft gasp, Jack reach over to his staff and pulled it close. He used his abilities to make a snow pile on the ground, shocking Rin in the process who believed he could only make ice.

Jack grabbed a handful of the snow and took a deep breath. He really didn't know if this would work, seeing as the collar was made to heat up if he tried to ice it off. But, it was worth a try. Gritting his teeth in anticipation, Jack spread the snow along the edges of the collar, letting it seep into the crack. He tensed, waiting for the pain of the collar when all he felt was the sting of the snow.

Jack let out a sigh, relieved this worked, and continued to add more snow to the collar until he felt the pain numbing. He figure this wouldn't heal it completely, but it would do it enough that it wouldn't be the only thing he could focus on.

As for Rin, he watched as Jack relaxed with the snow on his neck. He clenched his fists, keeping back the anger he felt for Mephisto.

"A-Are the other's still…under attack?" Jack asked, his voice soft and raspy.

Rin glanced outside to find that all the demons were gone, having fled alongside Pitch. "No, they're good. We should probably get back to them." He reached out to help Jack stand up, knowing that the other was probably exhausted from all that happened today, only to get a skeptical look from the demon that made him role his eyes. "Look, I just want to help you downstairs."

"I don't need help." Jack croaked, his voice fading at the end, and began to stand up using his staff. When he was up, Rin watched as he leaned heavily on the staff and rolled his eyes as he put Kurikara in the red bag and slung in over his shoulder.

"Right, so when you fall down the stairs because you refuse to let me help, I should bring your dinner to you." Rin joked as he moved closer.

"Very funny." Came Jack's sarcastic reply. He took a step forward only to stumble.

"Are you going to accept my help or not?" Rin asked again.

Jack gave a silent huff but otherwise let put his arm over Rin's shoulder. Rin gave a nod and the two began to move through the building.

"You seemed to not want to take no as an answer." Jack spoke up.

"Yeah, well, when you've lived as long as I have with someone as stubborn as Yukio, you know when to back down and when to keep pushing." Rin replied. "Besides, I knew I'd get through to you!"

Jack sighed but didn't deny anything. He was too tired right now and his neck still throbbed with a reminder of the slowly healing wound. His eyes drooped and he leaned more on Rin, making him call out in surprise. Jack shook his head and forced himself awake, giving a soft apology. He let his eyes drift and his mind to wander as they continued down the stairs in silence.

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