Masks (A Mephisto Pheles/ Rin Okumura x female reader)

Chapter 10 (Moonlight Stroll)

She woke up from the dream, dazed from how realistic it felt. It was like she were there, yelling at her lover and crying from the heartbreaking truth. She felt so upset inside the silhouette. She wanted to scream. Tears continued to roll down her cheeks, even outside of the dream. She could still feel the heartbreak.

A heavy weight hung on her chest as she sat up, whipping the tears from her skin. It was a powerful dream. More emotionally powerful than the previous ones. She couldn't help but wonder why. What was the meaning behind her bizarre dreams? Then a thought came to her. She couldn't remember her life before Mephisto. Were these her memories? Did he and y/n have some kind of fight?

The sound of rustling blankets snapped her from her thoughts. It was Mephisto moving in his sleep. It wasn't often that the demon slept since it wasn't necessary for him. The demon didn't need to rest. Often cases he didn't need to eat. Human things like these were a choice. A demons magic could easily make up for the lost necessities within their vessels. With the power of time, for example, he could easily make it so his vessel remained full and fed or well rested at all moments. But the demon liked to experience every aspect of human life. He liked to feel alive.

Watching his human sleep had made him more inclined to do it with her and so he did. His chest rose and fell peacefully as he escaped from the consciousness of life. His face remained in a peaceful state. There was no emotions on his face. No smile. No frown.

A soft grin crept onto her face as she watched him rest. She wanted to ask him so many things. She wanted to ask about the photo. She wanted to ask about the dreams. She most definitely wanted to ask about her life before him. Yet, she couldn't find the right way as she recalled Belial's warning.

"Absolutely,under no circumstances, are you to mention this picture to my master. It will ensue to be extremely dangerous." His voice echoed in her head.

She trusted the butlers judgement. He knew things that she didn't. However, it bothered her to not know the truth. She remembered the fear in his eyes at the mere thought of talking about her past. Something had happened and she wanted to know. As much as she loved Mephisto, she wanted the truth. She wanted honesty.

So, putting on a house coat, she decided to find the butler. If she could talk to anyone about the past, it would be him. As much as he didn't want to talk about it, she thought maybe she could persuade him. The moons white light gleamed through the windows as she wandered through the hallways. 'Where would she find him at this hour?' She thought. It was around 2:30 in the morning. The moon was still high. Crickets still sang. People slept soundly in there beds at an hour like this. However, Belial was a demon. She hoped he would still be awake. After such a powerful dream, she was desperate for some kind of answer. She needed someone to talk to.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she caught movement out one of the hallways windows. Down below in what appeared to be a well kept garden was a well dressed Belial holding a lantern. In his other hand appeared to be a watering can. It looked as though he was going to do some gardening. It was strange for him to be doing something like this during the night but that didn't matter to her. She was happy he was around to talk to. Going down a flight of stairs and out through a pair of double doors, she was now in a beautiful garden.

In the moonlight, the flowers gleamed beautifully. They were planted in a plentiful collection of colour palettes rowed expertly with stones and fences. The flowers were all arranged along a cobble stone path. Every so often a bush or an evergreen archway decorated the walkways. It was a place to revisit later for its beauty but right now she had to focus on finding the butler. It was as though he had vanished. Then she saw it.