With this chapter, Complete is done.

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Its my baby and I dont want it to go. In fact I could keep it going and I dont know why, but I just really want to make the next part a sequel. Cause its really different and it just needs to happen like that. Now, there is a very important question i'm gonna ask you after the story – and I'd love your opinions on it.

OH! and remember that long Hiatus. (Besides the one between every freaking chapter of this story... I know I suck. I'm sorry) well it paid off cause I got Area Allstate. I was nervous for a bit, but I kept strong.

I could rant forever if allowed. ^^;

Alos, sorry about the POVs i started writing this chapter in third when I ment to make it all first... its habit.

Now, to the story, The final chapter of Complete.

Chapter 11: Satan's Politics

But, in the end it led to this. This sacrifice...

... It was so fucking worth it.

-3RD POV-

In his room in Gahenna's royal palace Rin was reading a book on his bed. Not only a book, a Manga. One of the ones Misao owed him for going to school with her.

He had really only went one day, and it had so been worth it. Getting rid of that petty vampire had brightened his mood, and just showing off his cool new power had brightened it more. Who wouldn't like showing of their power like that?

He pushed away the fact that he'd just recently killed a bunch of people who would be his friends. And some that were. His mind had gotten so foggy from everything since that first night he awoke sick from his sword weakening and his true nature wanting to coming out. He should have fought it more. He shouldn't have been crowned king of Assiah. He shouldn't of drawn his sword that day. He probably could've just saved her some other way. He was powerful as even a half demon, he could have stayed half demon.

No, what was he thinking? He would miss out on every fun thing he had done since then. All the messing around with people, all the killing. He would have missed it all. Misao would still be on the run from her aunt, probably caught and that stupid noble house would be run by an idiot with perfect nails. No… It was all for the good, for him anyway. Who cared if some exorcists died?

Of course he did…

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No, he didn't!

Rin slammed his head on the wall, growling low in his throat at the minor irritation and pain in his temple and the major irritation conflicting in his soul.

Someone knocked at his door, and Rin lashed his tail out behind him, before shouting out an angered, "What!?"

"Lord Satan is requesting your presence in the throne room, Lord Rin. He said it is of great importance and wants you to come immediately."

Rin let his head fall against the wall once again, sending a throb through his head. "Tell him I'll be right there." He said, following the statement with an immediate sigh. What could his father possibly want? He deserved a little time to himself, away from his domain after that massacre.

He didn't feel like dealing with Satan's Politics.

Was what Satan did politics? Rin kept muddling that thought I his head as he got up from his bed and looked himself over. He was still dressed in the bloodied torn jeans and jacket he worn earlier. He shrugged as he walked out of the room, deciding not to care. If his father couldn't deal with his attire, he'd have to take it up with Rins sword, cause he was already pissed he had to leave his room in the first place.

As he entered the hall, he didn't bother bowing to the King of Gahenna either. Satan didn't seem to take fondly to that, but kept his mouth shut. His son seemed to be about one more irritation away from spouting flames, and one more away from till he spouted wings.

Satan knew this "conversation" they were about to have would defiantly lead to that. And he looked forward to it.

-1rst POV-

The irritation I could see in my fathers eyes didn't make me sigh or say I was sorry. I really just wanted to take a nap.

I wanted to let my brain shut down and not think about the turmoil I was feeling over the bloody massacre. It wasn't really turmoil, but really just irritation, not that it mattered.

It hurt.

"Hello, Son." Satan hissed out at me.

"Father." I said, words that seemed like a lifetime ago echoing in my head. "You will never be my father."

HE stood up from his throne, cloak over his head, and walked down to stand in front of me.

"You have some blood on your cheek." He said. I didn't bother to wipe it off. A moment of silence passed between us, and when it seemed I wasn't going to say anything or move, Satan sighed.

"Have you heard of Assiennah?" He asked me, tucking his hands in his cloak. I snorted. "Sounds like a badly made combination of Assiah and Gahenna." I said, crossing my arms.

"Exactly!" He said, with an over happy combination. "What would you think about a world like that? A World that is no longer split by a boundary. A world were Gehenna lives within Assiah, and Assiah lives within Gahenna. How easy it would be to reign? Exorcists would resist, but we would no longer need hosts – we could kill without the restraints the two worlds put on us."

I liked the idea, not that I really had to worry about getting a host myself. But… "It sounds impossible." I said, thinking out loud.

"I was impossible. Until now." He said. "Now, we can make that a reality."

The little bit of me that had been vanishing since first becoming a demon and was now an irritant was screaming at me that this was bad. That this should not be allowed to happen. But the voice was, after all, an Irritant.

"What needs to happen?" I asked, and Satan smiled. "We'll, because I didn't know if I'd need help in the first step, I got these." He said, and snapped his finger.

The doors flew open and about a hundred goblins and col-tar were carrying out the motionless body of Yukio and Izumo.

I uncrossed my arms and felt my jaw drop some, but I didn't say anything. I wanted to say something, oh how I did, but I didn't. I knew I wanted to also run over there and see if they were still alive. If Satan killed them... What would I do? What could I do? He was Satan! And it's not like didn't I put those cuts on them... But ... I kept them alive. I Think deep down I didn't want to see their names on tomb stones. Didn't want to never see them again. Of course I really didn't want to see them now, but even though I may have become a demon, through and through. There is that piece of Rin left. The Rin that swore he'd kill Satan - the one who drew his sword against better judgment to save Izumo.

He still existed... Somewhere.

"Why are you gonna do with them?" I asked my voice a bit softer and emotion heavy than I wanted it.

"Well, there is a spell that would allow the Great World to be born. But you have to cast it willingly, and I mean your heart has to be in it. You have to have determination." He said, as some goblins started drawling circles on the floor, symbols mixed in. It became more and more infra are. "But Then of course there is the fact and problem that the caster doesn't get to see this new world."

I tensed. "So what does this have to do with them?" I asked my irritation levels going from high to higher. I was sick and tired of Satan and all his Satan-ness. I just all of a sudden wanted to go to sleep. So tired of demons. Including myself.

"As I am going to be the ruler of the new world, I cannot cast the spell. Your brothers are not here, and as the youngest in the family line I guess this burden falls to you." His smile was so sickening in that moment and I realize I had been used. I was the fucking king of Assiah, but that position hadn't been occupied before. As now I know why. It wasn't a position. He just made me want to get powerful for this.

Anger and fire surged through me, and my wings ripped free from my back, dark and menacing fire pouring through every pore in my body. Satan's smile didn't falter - it just got wider.

"You have enough power in you to split the barrier and maintain it. You will be the battery I the new world!" Satan exclaimed happily. The goblins all cheered.

And ten it really all clicked in place. "So my brother and Izumo are here for -"

"Motivation. Yes. You really think I wouldn't realize who you were really attached to? You have killed dozens now, but not these two. Not those other insects. I knew you wouldn't kill them. And now you will not let them die by me. " he said, walking up to their bodies. He picked Izumo up by one of her pigtails, smelling her neck and even having the audacity to lick it. That fucking demon. Why hadn't I killed him yet? Cause he gave me power and the Façade of being one of the best. I'd killed one of my best friends for him! And now he was gonna kill Someone I cared about more. No.

"How do you know if I do this that you will not kill them?" Satan smiled. "You don't but they'll die anyway. They all grow old, and it's taking you forever. Consider my letting them live a thank you for this spell. I will let them go instantly, dropping them straight through this gate to Assiah, he said, ripping it open with ease.

What could I do? Satan would kill Izumo, and my brother. After I thought I closed heart from them, and now I was going to pay an ultimate sacrifice for them.

I closed eyes and focused. "Just let me do one thing first? Please. I promise if you let me do this, I will fight that much harder for your damned new world. Satan nodded, eyes still gleeful and watching me coolly.

I fumbled around in my pockets, hoping to find what I needed, and luckily I did. What were the chances. I got down one knees and began to scratch at the paper. I wrote feverishly, and soon I folded the note and tucked it in Yukio's jacket. I stood up, and with my eyes not leaving my brothers form asked a question that would be the begin of the end for me for a long time.

"What do I do?"

Satan smiled. He knew he had won.

The fire burned at my feet and I chanted louder, the power rushed through me, through my limbs. I was on fire, real fire. The power was pain; pain power. It tried to push me back, to tell me it was nothing. I was nothing. I fought for Yukio, I fought for Izumo. I fought for those not here. I fought for Bon, Shima, Konekomeru. I fought for Misao, for everyone I ever cared about. I fought for Shiemi. And I won. I made the power work for me, but I knew when I had won I had to let it have me. Dark blue liquid that moved slowly started rising out of the ground, it gripped my ankles and slowly encased me. As it moved up around my chest, I viewed Izumo once again - mabey for the last time. I wanted her face to be what I remembered forever. I closed my eyes, keeping it there in the dark as the liquid moved up my neck, crawled over my lips and engulfed me completely. It went over my head, solidifying from the bottom up quick and fast, turning a blue like my flames. As it pulsed with blue light, so bright it must have blinded everyone in the room. Except me. Because all I knew after that was black.

So much black.

Please review guys! It makes my day, but most of all I mentiones Satan caling the New World Assiannah. Honestly, I hate that name. It sucks. Nope. Just, nope. But its the only stinkin' thing I could think of. So if you guys could make suggestions, it would make me so happy!

Sequel is up. It's called False.

I want to thank you all for your contnued support of this fanfic, I write this one more than my others because of the support it gets. Thank you all,

Ciao!

-InnerBeast