A/N

Okay, so a quick overview: what has been happening in the previous chapters (Bon and the others meeting up, Rin picking out his eye, Mephisto and Yukio's little "battle", and Amaimon taking out a bit of stress on those unfortunate people) have been happening at roughly the same time. Just so you guys know and there isn't any confusion as to the sequence of events.

On an unrelated note, I was listening to "Dirty night clowns" and other songs like that while typing this and the next two chapters… 0_0 So just a warning on my mindset.

Anyways, onward with the story! And don't worry; the story will move faster once more of them interact with each other so there are less different events to write.

As always, reviews are very much appreciated, and constructive criticism makes me happy. Now here is chapter 21! ^^

No POV

Rin sat in a large white room, one eye staring down at the ground while the other twitched and spasmed within the damaged tissue around it. He appeared to be deep in thought, one foot tapping on the ground, knees supporting his elbows as he hunched over. He was alone in the room.

The space was fairly small, everything made of a strange pulsing white stone and a few chairs of all types scattered chaotically throughout it. The walls had evidence of claw marks and places where acid had half eaten the rock away. There were two doors in the room, one a large, gate-like structure with a lamb's skull as the knob within the dark wood. The other was directly opposite of it. A simple white door like one might find in a hospital, the glass of the window tinted blue.

On this side of that door, all was quiet save for the gentle swishing of the demon boy's coat and the tapping of his boot against the white tile rocks of the ground. But on the other side were voices, blocked out entirely by the material of the door.

In that hallway, there were doors of varying colors and types scattered sporadically along the walls. Some of the sounds coming from the doors were the sounds of claws scratching at the metallic substance, others shrieks from something entirely out of the range of the human realm, and some were just whispered.

Behind a dark blue door with whispering were two creatures; a weasel-like being with a sewn up mouth and bat wings wearing a lab coat and eye patch. The other was the demon king Satan, speaking to here in a harsh, hushed whisper.

The words were so silent that they disappeared just past the other creature's ears, only the sound of moving air reaching the walls. The creature seemed to be shaking, glancing every once in a while at the eye in a jar. It sat on a small side table right by what looked like various medical instruments. Within this room were black walls, so slick and shiny that they looked like filthy oil poured behind a thin shield of glass.

In the very center of the room was a chair of sorts; the kind which one sits in while getting eye surgery.

" –cannot risk him remembering!" the man spoke in a terrifyingly calm voice. His cold eyes were locked on the lesser demon, icy blue staring down. His voice held all seriousness, the sound of it enough to practically freeze all who listened in.

"Y-yezzzz zeeeer…" trembled the demon, not daring to meet those piercing eyes with her one remaining eye. The man looked at her for a moment longer, gaze calculating and silent. Then he smiled, his sharper-than-normal teeth glinting brilliantly. "I am glad that you understand the seriousness of this situation, Nerezza. I am sure that I can trust you with this delicate procedure and silence of it, right?"

The words were presented as a question, but a threat still sat heavily between the lines of those letters.

Nerezza nodded hurriedly, shaking more as the "man" went to the door of the coal-colored room. He put his hand on the bright red knob of the dark blue door, seeming like he was going to leave. The demon relaxed slightly, glad that the terrifying king would at last take his terrifying presence out of the same vicinity as her.

But just then he paused with the door half open, and spoke without turning back. "Say a word of this to my son –or ANYBODY for that matter- and I may just have to tighten those stitches in your mouth, Nerezza." His honey voice flowed through the room much louder than the precious whispers, making it feel as though everything in the silent room might just shatter from the sound.

With that he stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind him with a final click.