Rin's limp form was unsettling to Metatron. He knelt by the half demon he had grown close to, both as a protector and a friend. He gently placed his hands over his head, his purifying energy bringing involuntary muscle spasms as his demonic blood fought against the opposing presence.

"It will be okay Rin, I promise," he said softly. He could feel his breath in his body. His soul in his physical form remaining relatively steady. His heart pumping steady. Still, his injuries were unsettling. He did not expect another demon king to approach Rin in an attack.

Closing his eyes, he gave a silent prayer. Spreading his wings, he made his presence as well known as he could. Rather than bathing Rin in it like Michael had done when he met Angel, he spread it as far as he could. A beckoning call to other angels to help Rin. Normally, the technique would imbue humans with a desire to preform righteous and noble acts, but he hoped it would bring another angel.

For Rin was still a half demon. He would always carry the blood of a fallen. Tears began to fill his eyes. Small and jewel like, the droplets fell and landed on Rin's face, a faint hiss was heard as they touched his skin. The holy water of an angel's tears were far greater in strength than anything Rin had been exposed to.

"Lord I do not ask anything for me, that you would watch over and protect my children is all I ask of thee." A slight burning sensation crept into Metatron's throat as the prayer had him mention Rin as his own child, "as by blessing them, you are also blessing me. Please make their lives long," he tapped Rin's lanky arms, "healthy," he stroked his hair from his face, "and happy," he placed his hands over Rin's heart, his divine energy pouring into his human heart, "and once they are grown, may you bless them with children of their own. Should the day come when they must walk the road without me, I ask that in your mercy you would see that in my absence they never walk the path alone. Please let them never forget that they are, and always will be deeply loved by me. Amen."

He stood from Rin, anger and tears in his usually welcoming eyes. His feathers were fluffed in agitation as another approached.

"You should just let him die."

"It is not your place Raphael. Are you here for the lord? Or your own goals."

"Despite what I want, I am loyal to the Lord. I will assist him. It is up to him if he survives or not.

"Very well. Please watch over him."

Raphael's eyes narrowed and he approached the taller archangel.

"You're letting your human emotions take advantage of you."

"Worry about yourself Raphael."

With little else, Metatron flew from the underground cavern. He flew over his brother, past the camp without saying a word. Sandalphon looked back to where Metatron had come from.

"Brother, don't make vengeance when he still breaths," he said softly.

Metatron flew faster towards the one he knew would know where the demon king that attacked Rin would be. His lance was clenched tightly in his hand as he flew towards the True Cross Academy.

With a swift arrival, he landed in the office of Samael.

"Metatron, what a pleasant surprise," he greeted. Metatron glared at Samael.

"Where is the Demon King of Earth?" he spoke lowly.

"Now why would you want to speak to Amaimon?"

Metatron's eyes narrowed. His lance sparked with divine energy.

"Do not make this harder than it has to be Samael."

Samael's eyes narrowed.

"After all this time, you still don't wish to fight me. Do you?"

"Where is he Samael?" Metatron demanded.

"Now why would you think I would know?"

"We are in your territory. He wouldn't be here if you didn't allow it. And you would know where he would be."

"And what will you do once you find him?"

Metatron was silent. His eyes were narrowed and hatred was bleeding in.

"If you won't tell me, you'll regret it."

"I doubt it," Samael said with a smile. Metatron didn't move. His divine energy clashed with his own demonic presence.

"Rin isn't dead. Going as far as you are, you risk falling."

"I know. And God will judge me for this."

With those words, he threw his lance at the demon king before him. Samael disappeared before the weapon could strike him. Metatron called the lance back to him, and fluffed his feathers. He shot out of the room and took to the sky. He glowered seeing Samael sitting casually in a chair, hovering in the air without a care showing on his face.

"Well, you seem rather angry Metatron."

Silver radiant energy exploded around Samael from the slashes of the lance. Some of the energy arched, shooting out into the sky in a wild frenzy. Demonic energy bubbled around Samael who took on a more amused appearance.

"Ah, I must admit, it's been awhile since I've been able to stretch like this," Samael chuckled. His nails grew into talons and his own demonic bloodlust surged into the night air, putting all nearby at unease. A shroud of angelic aura wrapped around the two, shielding the world from witnessing their actions.

Raphael followed his orders to assist in the older human son of Satan's spawn. The flames of Satan that once danced about him in the pit were entirely gone. Only the light healing of the Archangel lingered in the underground cavern.

"If you lead to the falling of more angels, no matter what God says, I will never welcome you."

Rin lay silent, unaware of the world around him. Raphael glowered at him nonetheless.

'Why not?'

A slight whisper, softer than a lone snowflake touching the ground. Raphael answered it anyway.

"Because we are to turn away from temptation. We are to protect without throwing away the virtues. We are not supposed to succumb to wrath as Metatron seeks to."

'Why not?'

"We are those created by Gods' hands. We are to be better. To give into those urges, would be no better than being a demon."

Metatron slashed and fought aggressively in comparison to Samael's more defensive maneuvers with the occasional strikes from abilities of manipulating time and his own demon strength. Parries, slashes, stabs and a few dodging actions.

Metatron scraped Samael's cheek in a violent fury. His body felt heavy from fatigue. The rage simmering down as his energy was depleted, fighting a strong foe in his own territory. His body felt ready to drop.

"All worked out of your system eh?" Samael asked with amusement.

"Shut up," he gasped.

"I'll take that as a yes," Samael said gleefully. "I must thank you for the work out. You're still quite the fighter Metatron. And I'm sure you may one day thank me."

"Thank you?"

"You're welcome!"

"That is not what I meant and you know it!"

"I do."

Samael approached Metatron without fear.

"You know, you never had a chance to fall, but since you chose to ascend, I guess that makes up for the lack of choice to fall."

"Why would you stop me then?"

"Hm?"

Metatron looked at him with tired and scrutinizing eyes.

"Because you make a far more amusing angel, than you would a fallen."

"You're a sick individual."

"Yes yes, whatever you say. You should return to my little brother, and keep him out of trouble if you can. Eins, zwei, drei."

Yes, Raphael, the Archangel of medicine. Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I know there is a lack of Rin but... this is how I saw shit going down.