Heaven And Hell

Father

Kolgod laid down, tired from the week-long party the foundation members had planned, and promptly pulled out the sword that Rin had given him. It was incredibly sharp, and he found its name ironic.

Kolgod: Friend, huh? I wonder which one you prefer... Vinur. I'll keep calling you Vinur.

The blade seemed to hum with a power unknown, small cracks becoming visible all through it, which seemed to make the blade separate apart before slamming back together as the glow disappeared.

Kolgod: That's strange...

Kolgod sheathes the blade and decides to look at it later, putting it away in his bug out box since it's special compared to his normal, mortal made blades.

Rin walks in and lays on top of Kolgod, tired and burned out, resting her head on his chest and wrapping her arms around him.

Kolgod tries to move and puts a blanket over them both so they don't get cold and so she'll be more comfortable, eliciting a low, cat-like growl from Rin due to the movement.

Kolgod: And now we're having angry cuddles.

Rin growls again and kneads his side a little, her sharp and short fingernails pricking Kolgod's skin through his shirt.

Kolgod winces a little and replies: Why are you angy?

Rin growls once more and mutters: Shut up and get comfy... you'll be stuck here....

Rin promptly falls asleep on Kolgod's chest and refuses to wake up for anything, any attempt to rouse her causing her to groan or growl quietly and prick Kolgod with her nails, her more possessive side making an appearance to keep them together so she can recharge from all the social interaction and no sleep over a whole week. Kolgod didn't mind though, and he found it adorable that even after all that interaction with people she still wants to interact with Kolgod instead of being alone and recharging. Kolgod too fell asleep and stayed asleep for what felt like days, waking only once to do his weekly cleaning and sharpening of weapons, and when he returned Rin clung to him like velcro once more, falling asleep as quickly as Kolgod had.

Kolgod wakes atop a stone slab, wrists and ankles bound with steel forged in the burning souls of hell. A puff of smoke escapes his lips as he sighs, the dream of the past flying away as quickly as it had started in the Interrogator's office. A voice echoes through the room, one all too familiar.

???: Good morning Kolgod. Ready for another day of suffering?

Kolgod replies deliberately, venom oozing from his words.

'Hello Father.'