Rin's POV

"My eye…?" I asked more to myself than anybody, reaching a hand up to my face. I noticeably tensed when my fingers brushed across bare, scar-raised skin instead of the thick layer of bandages that had previously shielded it from the outside world.

I quickly glanced around the room in the hopes of finding a mirror of some sort, wondering what it looked like. With the bandages on, it had definitely seemed as if it was the place the scars were radiating from, and I wanted to see what it appeared as.

After all, I couldn't seem to see out of it and I couldn't exactly feel it. When my fingers brushed towards the area it was, however, the tips became uncomfortably hot and I jerked my hand away. It had almost felt as if it were moving on its own, from the way the numb muscles twitched when they were stimulated.

I heard a low chuckle from my father as he moved so that I could see him better, stopping just outside of the strange door made of no material I had ever seen before, at least that I could remember. I glanced at him with my good eye, not wanting to ask if I could get a mirror to see it.

But either way, Satan seemed to read my mind and said to me "You wish to see what your eye looks like now, am I correct?" He grinned even farther when I gave a hesitant nod, narrowing my eye and saying "Well of course I do! Wouldn't /you/ want to see your eye if it were to go suddenly blind and numb?!"

He snickered and nodded, humming something that sounded vaguely like "So much like your mother..." but before I could act on it and ask what he meant by that, he snapped his fingers and a large mirror appeared on the wall. He waved a hand over to where it stood, at such an angle that from where I was I could not see myself.

With a silent gulp, I suddenly felt very anxious to see what had happened to me. With my head down I approached the reflective devise, taking in a large lungful of air before looking up.

That very same breath caught in my throat at my own reflection; the scars continued spider-webbing their way up my face, coming to the very edge of my eyelids both top and lower. My eye itself reminded me of shattered glass, the iris fragmented and way too large, the colors floating and shifting around in the black background like the colors of an oil spill. Continuously moving, and sometimes shifting into colors that I couldn't even begin to describe.

With it I could move it around, the color fragments moving to be denser on one side than the other. When it made my eyes look far right, I could just make out that in the center of my eye, unmoving despite my attempts to do so, was a pentagram. Its color was that of pure snow, a dazzling white that stood out plainly against the black of my damaged eye.

I stood there a moment, unmoving with shock. I had no idea what to think of my new eye, but I knew that it was frustrating that I could not see out of it.

"There you are, my son." Satan said, coming up from behind and ruffling my hair with his hand. "There is no need to fret, however. For I have come up with the perfect solution."

With a wave of his hand the door opened, and we now stood in the threshold of what looked like a storage area filled with shelf after shelf of jars. A fairly large, weasel-like creature with bat wings, long multi-jointed legs, and a giant loosely stitched mouth that stretched from ear to ear walked over, wearing a black lab coat.

"EEEyoooRR heeeeeIIIInouzeeS," it hissed through the black stitching, making me jump back. One of the creature's eye was covered with a patch of gauze, and I half wondered what had happened as I yelped "WH-WHAT IS THAT?!" and pointed at the creature that I could only assume to be a demon. Was THIS the solution my father was talking about?! Having me meet a giant weasel?! One that couldn't even talk well enough for me to be sure I heard say "Your highnesses"?!

My father snickered at my question, glancing at the creature which had flinched slightly at my sudden outburst. "This," he said with a gesture to the recoiled creature, "Is Nerezza. She is a messenger and deliverer for me, sort of like my personal assistant ever since my last one had an unfortunate accident."

I suddenly felt bad for snapping at Nerezza, and sighed, stretching out a hand as an offer to shake. "Sorry, my name is-""PreeeeenSSS Riiiun, YEUUuuuz, yiiiieZZ." She said almost adoringly, shaking my hand gingerly with her paw… claw… appendage thing. It took me a moment to pick out my name from the garbled words, but I somehow managed easier than the last time.

"I sent for her to collect… 'donation' eyeballs so that we can replace the one that the humans destroyed" my father said with a smile, gesturing to the shelves and jars.

"Eyes?" I pulled my hand away and took a closer look at the shelves. In each of the jars there was, indeed, a single eyeball floating within the liquid. "YeeeeeuUUUUzzzS! YiiiiiiiZSZSS. Tiiu geeeeag EaaazZ fiiiiieer preeeeeNCCCC EEzsS heeeeeyuust hineuRRR." Chirped the weasel-thing again. The words were once more difficult to understand, but I was able to pick out enough to get the vague meaning; she had said something along the lines of donating the body parts was an honor, sounding as if it were words that should be said only at a sacred time.

So… her eye then…? Was in one of these jars, and many other demons… and I was supposed to take one of them as my own?! I would have flinched away and gone pale had I not stopped the actions before they could take effect.

'I'm the prince of Hell, for heaven's sake!' I growled to myself internally. 'What am I doing, feeling ill just from looking at eyeballs? Those humans must have hit me harder than I thought… After all, she said it was an honor. That means that my father's subjects... no, also my subjects, must have given them up willingly. Damn humans, trying to kill such devoted creatures!'

And there it was again, the feeling that it didn't sound quiet right that the humans had hit me, had wronged me. But, just like before, it was shoved down into the deepest corners of my mind.

Standing up straighter I took a breath, then asked in as calm and flat a voice as I could manage "Okay. Then should I look around for one that I would like?"

To that both my father and Nerezza gave toothy grins, and said almost at the same time "But of course." The only difference was that Nerezza's was more hissed out and not very easy to decipher, and she added a badly pronounced "Your highness" to the end of it.

Taking in another lungful of air, I nodded, stepping forward to look at the first row of floating eyes. I was the Prince of Hell, and I had better start to act like it.

A/N

Okay, by this time some of you may be wondering about Amaimon and what he has been doing this whole time. But fret not, for the next chapter is going to be all about him starting from the moment he ran out of the hospital room and Rin tried to follow him. :3

And here are the translations for what Nerezza said:

"Your highness"

"Prince Rin, yes yes."

"Yes, yes! To give eyes for Prince is highest honor!"