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Chapter 4: Forgive me for everything.

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"In the time before I truly turned from you, I had dreamt. Dreamed of normal days we could never get back. Dreams I wish I could stay ensnared in forever…"

Rin POV

I awoke from my dream, its sweet reveries made my chest ache from a broken heart and my eyes wet from fresh, salty tears.

The dreams would be a problem, of course. I needed a steel heart to survive in Gahenna. The few days I had been here, I had to constantly act like a son of a bitch, just to get respect. No stuttering, no love, no mercy. If I was to be accepted, I needed to be like the other residents of Gahenna. Cold, Empty, a Demon.

And I was a demon, completely. I had found it so easy to think like them. It was Instinct. The driving force in you to do what your body needs. To kill. To feed. That I had not truly done it myself yet. Each time I try to stay in control of my body, doing as I want instead of my instinct wants. But instinct takes control, savagely doing more damage than needed. I must have been a Monster in soul as well.

Speaking of souls, I think mine might be dwindling, or changing, or I don't know what. It's just… each day; it truly is getting easier to think like them. I don't feel as I push past people lower than me in the hall ways, kill those insubordinate. I could forgive myself. My consciousness is just not there anymore. I fear what would happen if I met my… once friends. I could hurt them…

No, I wanted to hurt them. They had so little faith in me, their friend. I was in a state of pure instinct, I couldn't trust myself, and when I tried to apologize, they didn't listen. The scary part is I don't really care anymore… I keep becoming less me.

I need to try to preserve my true self.

Sitting up, I brushed back my long, nappy hair over my shoulder. I swung my legs over my bed and stood, making my way to the very big, posh bathroom.

After a quick shower and a significantly long time brushing my hair, I got dressed in a simple black robe with silver trim.

The clothing in Gahenna was pretty simple, mostly robes. Not that I cared.

I had a meeting with my father today about something he said was important regarding my "Coronation."

Surprisingly, even though one would think the Hierarchy in Gahenna would be disheveled and misshapen, it was pretty organized, and I had to actually be crowned as a prince to actually be a prince. It was a pain in the ass.

The coronation also seemed to be a ritual, the details I had yet to learn. It scared me substantially.

I pushed thoughts of the Ritual out of my head as I exited my room and made my way to my father's throne.

The hall ways in this castle where long, twisting and dark, lit by blue flame. One could easily get lost, but over my stay here, I had managed to get around.

I passed a couple of higher level demons in the hall ways. Some gave me respect, others gave me hateful looks and distain, which I returned with an empty look and a mightier than thou posture.

I soon reached the biggest door I had seen. Even the biggest doors in the Vatican could not compare to it. It was black marble, outlined with gold, and the gold at the top seemed to be dripping down on decaying wings.

As I stood in front of the door, it opened on its own, and my robe flapped behind me, even though my posture was one of pure confidence. When the doors where open completely, I walked up to my father who was on his throne, watching as two hobgoblins tore each other up for his amusement.

Just as one ripped the other's head off, Satan looked up. "Ah! Rin, How great of you to come at this time of, entertainment."

The winner was eating the other, guts spilling on the floor, and feral teeth gnashing. I tried to hide my grimace and walked around the Demon, holding up my robe as not to get it dirty.

"You wanted to see me?" I said crossing my arms.

The king of demons smiled. "Yes, we have a matter we need to discus, follow me to a more, private place." He stood and started walking to a door off the side of the throne room. I followed him into the room, and he sat at the other side of a desk in the room. Flashy holders held torches spouting- surprise surprise, blue flames. The room also had a painting of a man being impaled. I tried not to look at that.

"You are aware of how you inherited your brother demonic genes right? Because he was weak as a child?"

"Yeah, What of it?"

"Well, it is a possibility that he still has some of the power of my demonic legacy, and it has just been dormant for a long time." Satan said folding his hands in front of him.

I furrowed my brows and sighed. "So?" I asked cautiously.

"So, the ritual and your Coronation cannot take place if you do not have the entire demonic legacy."

My eyes widened. "Is there some way to fix this then?" I said standing up, planting my hands on the desk.

Satan stood up, not answering my question directly. He turned to a book shelf behind him and pulled out a thick book, plopped it on the desk and opened it to a page marked by a crimson ribbon. He turned it around and pushed it to me. "This is a ritual for extraction demonic power from a person. Using it, you can take the power from Yukio and transfer it to yourself, allowing yourself to be as completely demon as me."

I looked at the dark print, then back to Satan. "Will it kill him?" He was still my brother, and I didn't want to see him die, let alone be the cause of his passing.

"Sadly, no." I couldn't help but sigh, and received an irritated look from Satan. "He will be a bit weak for a bit, but he will survive, and in a way, will relieve his fears I know he has, of turning. Also, and more importantly, he would be less of a threat."

"What will it do to me?" I asked.

"Nothing but Get stronger." He said with a smile. "Also, He would technically be your half brother because he no longer has any of my genes."

I didn't know how I could take that. I guess it would be okay, as long as he didn't die. It wouldn't change my love for him… at least I hoped.

A shadow covered my eyes. I didn't know what to think of this whole thing… I was going to steal power from my brother. My thoughts then shifted back to the thoughts of changing Gahenna, and stopping Satan.

It would have to be a price I would have to pay. "I'm in." I said sitting down.

Satan smiled. "Then let me explain the details of the ritual."

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Apparently it was a simple ritual, slip in, light incense, slit our wrists, say a few words, and it's done. The trick was getting into True Cross. Satan had to work hard to make an undetectable opening in their barrier. Hard. And, even when done I had a time limit of half an hour to get my job done before my "cloak" would expire and I was detected by Mepisto, and that was only if I was not seen or detected directly by exorcists.

He located Yukio in the hospital. That made me grimace. Apparently he was in a coma after I hurt him.

I was ready to leave, dressed in regular Assian clothes and gave a wave to my father who opened the rip. I walked through.

I sighed as I made it through the rip. I may be a Demon now, but Assiah was still more comfortable than Gahenna.

I started walking toward the hospital, keeping my hood pulled up over my head.

It was night. It seemed like the most logical time to make my move. Demons where stronger at night, also less exorcists or students crawling around to make problems.

I entered the Hospital, looking over at front receptionist, as she fell to the floor, unconscious. I had simply knocked her out. I smiled as I made my way up to the room I knew housed my brother.

It was amazing how I had not run into anyone else yet. I was sure there would be more guards or night nurses. Then again, irony loves me.

A nurse, going to check on a patient who had pressed their call button, saw me. "Sir! You can't be here!" She shouted, grabbing my wrist.

Dammit. I thought as I turned around and placed a Kick to her knees, hearing a crack. I put my hand over her eyes and she fell to the floor, blue flames licking around her now burned sockets. I sighed. I really didn't want to hurt civilians, but if I had to, I would.

I soon found the room with the name Yukio Okumera in sloppy scrawl on the label by the handle.

I opened the door and sighed as my eyes landed on my comatose brother. He seemed peaceful. Bandages wrapped around his abdomen and a heart monitor had a steady beeping next to him. He was not wearing his glasses; they sat on the table next to him.

I sat in the chair next to him and grabbed his hand. "I truly am sorry, four eyes."

I Pulled out an incense and placed it into an empty soda can on his table. I then lit it with a flicker of blue flames.

My nails lengthened and I slit my wrist, then his. Placing them together I sighed, than began to chant.

The words where from a demonic language. I didn't understand them, but I assumed they ment something bad, and there was no doubt about that.

As I chanted, Satan's flames licked at our conjoined wrists. New power enveloped me; even if it was just a little bit, it steadly got stronger.

Yukio's body arched up. His heart monitor was going crazy. I kept us conjoined until I felt the stream of power waver and stop. I pulled my wrist away and it healed with a sizzle. The same went for Yukio's.
It must have been my blood.

A nurse rushed in. She must have been monitoring his heart, and when it when erotic from the ritual, she must have come to check on him.

I stepped forward and planted my hand through her chest. I don't know why, it just seemed to be right. I realized the repercussions of this "Ritual," I was losing my humanity. I felt tears slide down my face, and whipped them away. I had to fight this need to kill; to maim.

The nurse slipped of my hand, and I couldn't help but smile. The power I had… I would use it for… what was right. Or Wrong. Whatever worked.

I shook my head, running out of the room. A pounding headache formed behind my temples, ripping it to pieces.

I fell to my knees, feeling my body catch on fire.

The wings, I thought they were only there for a time, sprouted from behind me, and my tail had freed itself from my shirt and lashed furiously, on fire.

I had to get out of here before I was spotted; it was probably to late anyway.

I ran, wings tucked tightly to my back. I didn't want to use these demonic appendages. I needed to get out of here.

I paused to try to figure out where I was. Then I saw an open door. My breath caught in my throat, and my demonic flames dwindled, my wings melting. I walked to it, pulling back the curtain inside and I saw her. She was Blissful, her breath even. She, like Yukio had bandages wrapped around her, but no IV or heart monitor.

I stepped forward, cupping her head in my hand, thumb running over her pink tinted cheeks.

While still only half demon, I had my darker days when the other esquires had first found out I was half demon, she had approached me and tried to make me feel better, in her own, stuck up way. I was sure I could get used to her attitude, and I found myself attracted to her. Izumo.

My hair formed a curtain as I leaned down and brushed my lips with hers. She tasted wonderful, and I found myself wanting to taste her more. I quickly backed away, as the monster in me tried to eat her. She was the biggest thing I hated about my new life. My new body. The new me. I was a monster and she deserved better than me. I made my way out of the room, Closing the door behind me. "I'm sorry. Goodbye"

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When I got outside there where Exorcists everywhere. I smiled and I jumped forward, slicing and dicing, slashing people to pieces. Inpaling them with my talons and horns. Ripping them open with my teeth. Burning them with my flames. Anyway I could kill them and see their ruby blood. I was making my way through the crowd. I wanted to test my new power.

Blue flames licked my hands as my sword formed, and I planted it in the chest of one exorcist, who promptly burned until he was nothing but bones. More followed him.

Soon, all that was around me where piles of dead people. I knew they had families, most likely, people they where protecting. My need to kill had wiped them out. With it satisfied, I smiled and made my way to an opening rip. As I gave a look back, I saw a Kamaki Izumo staring out her window, Dark purple hair floating in the wind, Plum eyes full of fear.

I gave her a sad smile and exited the blood bath.

Back in Gahenna, Satan smiled. "You got the job done. Perfectly." He said licking his lips, motioning to my head to toe being covered in blood.

I bent my head. I knew I had done something bad. Very bad. I made my father proud. The old man would not be proud, because deep down, I knew I had enjoyed it.

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