I'm not a fan of sports. I'm not good at them. Yeah, I'm more of an artsy musician. I just thought you guys would find it interesting that a lot of these chapters' contents had been thought up on a wiffle ball out field. BLAAHH.
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Chapter 5: Rite of Power, Blood, and Loyalty /or/ The Coronation
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"I'm sorry, so, so, so sorry."
~Third person~
Yukio was up in his bed, looking out the window with a dazed glint in his eyes. Most of the cram school students sat in a circle around his bed, and an eerie silence had hung over the room for fifteen minutes.
Yukio had awoken soon after the barrier breach a few hours ago. He had been having an episode, his body functions going nuts. He was fine, but the demon had slipped in, killed two nurses and a dozen exorcists. No one had seen his face. Except Izumo.
She had awoken feeling a warmth above her, spread over her face. Sad words. Goodbyes. She had gotten up and looked out the window seeing the demon. Seeing Rin. He had changed, and it scared her. She had known he had changed, she had been told, over and over. She didn't want to believe it. Could not. Would not.
She had kept her seeing him a secret.
The silence in the room continued like a blanket of nothing.
"I can't feel him anymore." Yukio eventually rasped out. His words felt tired and strained.
"Who?" Shiemi asked, happy the Exorcist spoke.
"Rin." He said looking down at his hands gripping the sheets tight.
"I had always felt a slight link with him. I knew when he was in trouble, most of the time. Call it intuition or what you will, but whatever it was, it's gone now." He said.
The students hung their heads, and Yukio looked at his inner wrist. A thin line, a scar, was there. He had not had it before, and he almost felt an evil radiate from it.
Silence cast its cloud over the room once more, and Shiemi hopped up. "I'll go get us some food from the school cafeteria!" she said. "Most of us are probably hungry." She said in her cheery voice running out of the room.
Her screams where unheard by the other students.
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Blue flames burned brightly in the lamps. In a span of a few seconds the flames wavered from tiny to giant, and screams racked the walls of Gahenna Palace. In his throne room, no one moved or reacted to the screams.
Satan chuckled. Rin's pained screams were like music to his ears, and he smiled. Just a Side effect of having so much power in the body of a regular demon. As of his Ritual with his brother, Rin's body had much more power than his body could stand.
His days had been full of pain. Pain and screams. Pain and screams and taunts. Satan had been enjoying it. Sadly, He knew his son could not hold out much longer.
Sending out a thought, a guard came and kneeled before him.
"Get Rin, and prepare for his Coronation." Satan said, smile still present.
"On such short notice, master?" The guard said looking up. His head promptly exploded, body falling limp. A new guard took his place.
"Get Rin, and prepare for his Coronation." He said again, this time his smile not present. The guard ran out.
"And someone clean up this mess!" he said angrily.
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~Rin POV~
Pain was all I knew once more. My blood was on fire and with every pump of my demonic heart it moved through my veins. Not to mention my Demonic heart hurt.
The pain subsided for a time. I knew it would return. It always did.
A knock at my door, and I shot out of bed, throwing my robe on.
"What?" I said gruffly opening the door. I must have been in great disarray, because the Guard needed to compose himself. I should have taken offence. I didn't have the energy.
"The King would like you to be at the throne room in an hour, prepared for your coronation." He said, trying to keep from staring.
"Fine." I said slamming the door in his face. I moved to the bathroom, turning to the shower.
Looking in the mirror I learned why the guard had to compose himself.
I had extreme Bed-Head. My long hair stuck out in every which way, and was a big mess on my head. Sweat dripped from my brow. I also had welts on my face from my nails digging into my scalp.
I stripped, my tail dragging on the floor as I stepped in. As the warm water flowed over me, I leaned my head against the glass.
I managed to straighten my hair and get it to be long and normal again. As I exited my bathroom I saw a new robe lying on my bed. Slipping it on, I sighed as I laid back on my bed once more, pain beginning to sear me again. I curled into a tight ball.
Panting, I tried to hold in my scream. As my heart moved the heat through me, I clenched my teeth. Half an Hour of painless living and five of unimaginable pain. It was a horrible way to live.
The fit passing, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
Another half hour later, I was woken up by more pain. It was irritating. All I could think about was a time when I had not had this pain. Physically or emotionally. I felt done. I just wanted to curl in a ball and die.
As it passed, I got up and brushed my hair, leaving my room. Outside, a different guard then the one from before was waiting.
"I have been ordered to take you to the throne room for you Coronation." He said. His eyes looked up, not looking me in the eyes.
"Alright." I said, pulling his door closed.
He followed the guard through the hallways, till they came to the door. As we entered the room, the thick smell of incense wafted into my nose. I fought the urge to plug it.
Satan rose from his throne, holding out both his arms. "My son, the soon to be Prince of Gahenna and the King of Assiah!" he exclaimed, his voice the pinnacle of an evil laugh. All the guards bowed.
"I shall begin the ritual." Satan said, a sly smile still present on his face.
I didn't say anything, keeping still as Satan stepped down.
"This ritual includes three parts. The rite or power, Blood, and Loyalty. Luckily, you get all of these in one swipe." He said looking down into my fire blue eyes. He was silent and a new smile split his face.
"Power, A show of power. Simple enough. Kill something powerful, like an exorcist." He said, lifting a hand.
"Blood, Make it showy, enjoy spraying it over yourself." Another pause.
"Loyalty, you need to prove this is what you want. What you need, that you're loyal to Gahenna."
I paled.
He clapped once and the doors behind him opened.
Sobbing screams came from behind me. I froze. All I could think… Please no. Please no. please no.
"Please! Don't do this." A feminine scream called from behind me.
Shit.
"Shut up Bitch!" One of the guards shouted at her, kicking her.
"Careful!" Satan hissed at the guard. "You don't want to damage her before the ritual."
I slowly began to turn around, and my eyes met what I really hoped they would not.
Shiemi.
She had been bound at her ankles and wrists and was being dragged on the floor. A blindfold covered her eyes and the her smell hit me. She smelled good. Great, even.
My eyes hardened. No. No. No. No. No.
Satan put a hand on my back. "Kill her, an Exorcist. Kill her, of Flesh and Blood. Kill her, of your once friends. Prove you want to be a king. Prove to me you are a demon in heart, soul and mind."
I clenched my fist. I couldn't deny what I wanted. My body and mind yearned to kill her, to eat her soul. To mangle her flesh.
I let out a shuddering breath. My soul didn't want to kill her though. It was like I was being pulled in two direction. My blood hummed with minor pain, and want. My instinct was to take her there, enjoy her heat. Her fire.
I thought about our times together. I told myself not to. If I did all I would accomplish was to make the pulling stronger.
"It will make the pain stop." Satan Whispered in my ear. I look up at him.
"How?" I whisper.
He smiled. He knew he caught my attention.
"Your body is that of an average demon, because it was human before. You cannot stand the power of your own and the power you gained from your brother. If you finish this ritual, you will have the body of a demon king. No more pain, just bliss."
The king of demons whispered in an even lower voice. "Imagine, if you back down now, you will have to deal with this pain forever."
I unclenched my fist. "Alright." I said, stepping forward. I bared my fangs and felt the heat of my flames lick my power. My blood thrummed with the blood of Satan and my flames. I felt my Wings rip from my back and I gave a smile.
My instinct did not take over as it usually does, and I felt the hunger rush through me. Like a burning itch waiting to be scratched.
"This is Power!" Satan shouted.
I had caused all flame in the room to turn blue and rise high into the sky. I licked my lips, walking up to Shiemi.
"Release her." I tell the guards. They do as I say, no questions asked.
I remove the Blind fold.
Her eyes are daze for a bit and she looks up into my fire blue orbs. "R-rin… What are you?" I put a hand to her lips and press in, gently touching our lips together. I felt my hunger fester.
"Rin!" she squeaked. "What are you-?" I cut her off as I kiss her again, pulling just a bit of heat from her soul. It tasted better than any I had ever had.
I rest my hand on her face, my claws extended. Her eyes didn't hold any fear until I dug my nails in, blood soaking down her face, staining her Kimono. She screamed. Hell, I would too.
I pushed her to the floor with my other hand, roughly drawing more blood from her face.
I began to sear her skin, burning her deeply, first, second and third degree burns. I scratched the burns, hurting her more.
I cut deep into her chest with my claws, making deep gouges that bled profusely. Her blood seemed to bleed nonstop.
Behind me, Satan laughed hysterically at my work. "Blood!" he shouts. "Finally! Now finish her off! Eat her soul! Destroy her body."
I lean down to her. She was crying, sobbing, her blood mixed with her tears and I lapped at them, enjoying the taste.
Before sealing her death with one final kiss, I leaned down and licked the shell of her ear, muttering a pitiful 'sorry.' That should have been stronger and more real feeling.
I kissed her deeply, feeling the heat of her soul, her wonderful cherry flavored soul calm my festering hunger.
Satan had calmed down. "Loyalty! You have activated all rights, my son. And now," he said. "You are the Prince of Gahenna and the King of Assiah." He slightly bowed his head, as all the guards got down on their knees. I knew a slight bow of the head was the best I would ever get from the king of Gahenna.
I felt heat wrap around me as my body became lighter and the lingering pain in my blood ceased to exist.
I stood, looking down at the mutilated corpse of Shiemi. I remembered a time when I foolishly liked her.
"Rin, The king of Assiah!"
Later that night, I left for my new domain.
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Chapter 5. There ya go! WOOOOOOOOOOOOT!
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