Spawn of Satan

everafter

Twenty years, twenty long years of conducting demons, dedicated study, and life away from Assiah. All the years spent building an empire finally paid off.

On the anniversary of Satan's defeat, the kingdom shall be opened to humankind.

Demons clattered the halls, rushing to prepare for the upcoming event. Banners, cleaning, dusting, sweeping, mopping, cooking, baking. Thousands of things to do and yet so little time.

Preparations had already begun weeks prior, trimming, painting, polishing, grounds keeping; yet the decorations brought a new set of struggles.

Rin found himself tied between three different posts at once, a director for the musical selection, in charge of the decore, and overseer of the foods. Thankfully Amaimon and Beelzebub had agreed in advance to overview the landscaping, and Mephisto did what he could to keep up with the loose ends.

Rin didn't find himself free until Lucifer showed up like a prepackaged guardian angel. He soon found a spot-fixing the lighting alongside the decore with Mephisto while he set Egyn to the choir. That left Rin to become far more invested in the food, with Iblis and Axis assisting him on that front.

Arranging flavor pallets and rows of food along the halls. Just walking across the freshly carpeted floors, with sweet air fluttering through the gallant halls.

Blossoms native to Gehenna flourishing through the halls. It was almost ready near perfection and just on time as well.

A mere three hours away, they still had time to group up with Amaimon; Rin trusted them but it would enough for him to have a piece of mind knowing it was done.

"Rin I can check on it, you need to go get ready,"

"I will get ready," Rin insured nodding to Mephisto. "Once I check on the gardens,"

"We both know if things aren't to your liking you won't leave,"

"No, I will just grow the bushed out and have you direct them instead. Besides I just need to take a glance and make sure everything is orderly. I trust them to direct it accordingly,"

"That's your first mistake," Mephisto mumbled under his breath letting Rin pass him through the glass doors leading to the extravagant lands beyond the palace walls.

Rin's mouth hung partially open as he gassed out on the field of mosaics, trimmed to life shown battles, victories, and glory. Nothing bloody, but nothing shy either. A true work of creative freedom.

"Satisfied?" Mephisto hummed tapping at the glass door as he stepped out into the grove.

"Why would he not be?" Beelzebub inquired walking to Samael.

"Yes," Rin smiled looking down at Beelzebub. "It looks lovely,"

"Might you even say we did better than Samael?" Amaimon posed, popping out from his place in the bushes.

"Now that is pushing it," Mephisto growled, glaring at the earth and bug king respectively.

"You all did wonderfully in our assignments, I am truly grateful for the work you put forward," Rin sighed before moving to the door.

"Hey, why are you leaving?" Amaimon growling trailing on the edge of his coat.

"I need to clean up before our guests arrive,"

"I suggest you do the same," Mephisto added holding the door open for RIn.

"Says you,"

"Yes says me," He left them with a hiss.

The first few rings of grooming went as normal, bathing, prepping, general upkeep of himself and his wings. They shown to be useful, he could use them for flight or for shields, but most often they just rested at his back waiting to be called upon.