Spawn of Satan

the plot thickens

Rin sat on the ground, flipping through the small shoebox of collected photos from over the years. Rin recalled Yukio mentioning saving the old collection of photos Shiro had back when the monastery was going to be demolished. But Yukio never let slip the location of the box.

Rin was lucky that Amaimon thought to grab them when he recruited Kuro to join them. These photos were more than just some old gaggle of random memories. Every graduation, birthday, trip to the beach, snowman built over the years, days spent in joy, some spent in tears. This was his childhood, the last thing he had left of it.

Curled up in Rin's lap Kuro slept soundly, leading Rin to wonder. How often was Kuro there, sharing the moment alongside them but ultimately hidden. How badly did it pain Shiro to listen to Rin's begs as a toddler for a pet when Kuro would be resting on the windowsill? Or seated on the floor right next to him.

So much was hidden from him, and for good reason, but that didn't mean the missed moments felt any less bad.

Only if Satan was good, only if Yuri and Shiro were not paired with tragedy.

Only if.

All the more reason to follow this through, rid the world of the universe's greatest problems. Restore some semblance of justice in the world.

"Rin?" Iblis tapped on the wall as she entered. "I found it,"

She held the scabbard out to him, palms flat the metal weapon rested evenly balanced across the surface of her hand.

Rin stood, abruptly waking Kuro as he slumped to the floor. Approaching the sword dark memories came sliding to the forefront. The cold breeze that came from the crushing darkness his demonic side was all too familiar with.

But joy, pride even, the first few battels he won the filling power that engulfed in his veins the first time he opened, the hazy warmth from every other time he used it. Then finally the sourcing inferno of any time Dem took over the host and the dastard day of when the thin metal blade shattered.

There was nothing comparable to the feeling. The evil burning, the overcharged superheated battery that flickered out as his body turned to ash. Then his first time in the prison that held Dem for so long.

They had struggled to recognize each other's hardships until they finally began to be true. Honesty was one of the great bonding aspects that tied them together.

Sharing was also an aspect, learning to split the time shared in the body was its own challenge but he learned to overcome that.

But here it was, the vessel of the past. A memoir to decades ago.

Oh, how everything had changed...

"We have gotten word that Lucifer will be on the western coast by tomorrow. Supposedly he is overseeing the research being done with aquatic life forms, but we believe he is going to collect his forces in North America and launch an attack," Iblis explained,

"So then we intercept him before he can," Rin took the blade, holding it at his side.

Iblis folded her arms over her chest, braid swinging as her hips swayed to the side. "I really hope that sword works,"

"If it can contain me, it can handle Lucifer," Rin unsheathed the katana listing to the heavenly ring as it left the protective casing.

That question was not the last, but Iblis deiced to save her inquires for another time, preferably for after the had won.

Behemoth sped into the room, running between Iblis legs and nearly knocking her over, and darting behind Rin to find comfort in his shadow.

"GET BACK HERE YOU GREMLIN," Beelzebub screeched, darting after the demon with Amaimon on his tail. Tackling the lesser king to the ground all the while his thick green tail swung around the air, guarding his catch.