Spawn of Satan

The chapter in which nothing happens

"Well I would love to brief you here but I am afraid we may catch the attention of some outside ears. Seeing as it is already getting late I don't wish to keep you. But when dawn breaks tomorrow feel free to ring me for answers,"

"Fine,"

Even though Shima scurried away at first opening Rin couldn't help but feel eyes penetrating the safety of his host. It could just be stress, or maybe seeing Shima again; heaven forbid it's what Rin believed it to be.

Rin was hesitant to do anything to halter his opportunity to collect decent sleep before the sun fully set into the sky. At the crack of dawn, he will be there, demanding answers from Mephisto. Rhetorical or not; he will make the king rue shutting down their conversation so quickly.

Axis seemed oddly passive on their stroll home, keeping his gaze focused on the imperfections in their path, or deflecting it to the first flickers of stars that dotted the sky. It felt cruel to ignore him, but Rin couldn't find any helpful words at the moment.

Axis settled for a self-made omelet while Rin snapped together instant ramen and carried himself to bed before the hour hands set into the new hour. His bed was a comforting nest, guiding him to a peaceful stupor.

Chest lifting and falling in perfect rhythm accompanied by the rushing exhaustion from only hours earlier it was easy to catch sleep. It was nice, fleeting back to the welcoming abyss he inhabited so often.

He shouldn't be feeling so exhausted, all he did was chase after a demon and pin a human down. Not to mention he already slept all day.

He was welcomed back to the moonlit world from before, the destruction he once stood in had regrown trees towering into the sky as the soft pastel grass flickered in the milky moonlight.

Yet Azazel was nowhere to be found, nor was his wolfish from. He maintained his human form, with both sides interchangeable. It was rare they ever got to integrate so fully, just a blur of minds, two but yet still one.

It was odd, no one ever kept him waiting. Seconds fled by in real-time while mere moments dragged on here.

This scenario was odd, he wore little of nothing other than his silvery-blue flames, and his tail came to caress his legs the soft bristles of the tip flicking by his unprotected skin as he waited.

The soft ambiance of crickets singing and locus wings buzzing in the air, filled with the melancholy flatline of his ears. Every sound became defeating as the slightest pad at the grass or brush against the underbrush filled his senses.

Ear flicking at a sensation he turned his head to the forest line, the border between land and ice stood a familiar face.

"I'm surprised you even get visits from others. Your dreamscape is far harder to access than you make it out to be," Mephisto glided from his entry point and stepped into the lively forest.

"I am surprised you managed to get in. I normally have to give direct permission," Cloth fell around his figure as he became wary of the other presence; hiding all he could as Mephisto approached.

"Well, you did arrange your deal with me to train you. So that means you must trust me on some account, although that will explain the heavy hesitance on my ability to enter,"

"I don't believe I have made myself entirely clear. What are you doing here?"

"Well, I just wanted to speak with you in regards to today," Mephisto stepped closer, crossing by a few trees and being careful to head his steps over the grove of tree roots that shattered the forest floor. "When Father tried to break down my defenses,"

"What about it?" Rin sighed, neck soothing back into position as he put his eyes forward once more.

"I suppose I came to acknowledge you for acting so quickly and reinforcing my barrier. At the moment I was rather distracted and Father would have slipped through if it had not been for you," Rounding the last tree Mephisto dusted off the stray leaves that toppled onto him.