Kings and a prince

Ch 17

Rin continued to poke and prod at the host, exploring each cavern and hole he had made. Widening the openings Rin soon grew bored of tearing the skin and moved on to the far more intricate and interesting organs that laid mostly unharmed.

He did care about the crimson stains that had soaked into the fibers of his clothing or the wisps of hair there unlucky enough to be caught in the crossfire of his battle.

With a disgruntled sigh, Lucifer sat up, his hands sliding to his neck to check each vertebra. Thankfully each disk seemed to be in perfect place and shape; clean fractures were always easier to heal. Still, the ruthless attack could not go uncorrected; this type of behavior, although expected would not be tolerated.

The groan was enough to ensnare Rin's attention. Calling the young demon over to further the attack, after all his current play toy was out of commission.

"Rin, it's not wise to continue testing me," Lucifer warned, pain lacing his tone. "Considering you already overstepped,"

Harshness as well as the cold tone of his words sent a whine shaking through Rin, soon accompanied by a growl. How foolish he was, if he really wanted to be one of Rin's mates he should have just played with him... Amaimon never whined or scolded him while they were playing. It was only playing after all.

Rin's ears dropped as his tail took refuge behind him, ducking his head in shame and submission. The sudden shift from pride to the victim was shocking to see, leaving Lucifer's mouth partially agape.

"Rin?" Amaimon approached the room, hesitance in each step. The air in the room was rather hard to read, each partial seemed to be a mix of some concussion of unspeakable poison and easy joy.

"Amaimon?" The demon cooed in response, shriveling further in disgrace.

"Did he hurt you?" Amaimon nuzzled up to his mate, resting his head on Rin's shoulder as her search for the cause of distress within Rin. The fear and misery clung heavily to his scent, making the once soft and familiar aroma now littered with cold harsh specks of worry.

"You don't need to worry. I brought no physical harm to Rin," Lucifer answered instead of the desired being.

With a small cry Rin embraced Amaimon returning the gentle burrow. "I love you Amai," The coy nickname was forgiven as Rin seems to be in a good enough mood to be scolded further. But behind the small cry and sweet action was bitterness.

Lucifer knawed at the soft pink flesh of his own lips. Rin's actions were just coaxing him over, a small invitation to come but also a warning to stay away. He was truly hopeless in the etiquette of demons, wasn't he? Samael always was one of them, show some and don't tell the rest, kind of a teacher. Leaving Rin utterly hopeless.

Yet this small torment was clawing at him. He was the one who was attacked by Rin, he was the one who suffered an injury, so why did Amaimon run to comfort Rin? Was there really that big of a trust gap between them, sure they had never been the closest but they didn't have a sour relationship. Even still, where was Egyn? Hopefully, he didn't let Amaimon wander alone in the halls.

Amaimon purred at the statement from Rin expecting the embrace. "Are you still in the mood to play or did he ruin that?"

Referring to Lucifer in the third person was not enough to hide the recipients of such trash talk identity.

"I don't really know right now," Rin replied, letting his chest rise and fall with grace. "But I do know he is really bad at courting,"

He was right here and they couldn't even manage to contain their bitter comments? With the fractions of sanity, he had left Lucifer scraped himself off the floor, leaving the two love birds alone.