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

Chapter 11 (Preparations)

The morning sun rose over the horizon beginning the next day. Sun rays shined in from her bedroom window, inviting her back to her waking hours. She wasn't annoyed by it today, trying to roll away from it, or trying to cover her eyes. She accepted it with a stretch, feeling well rested. She felt like she had slept an eternity. Now, she was more than ready to attack what the day would bring forward. She felt like she could deal with anything until she remembered her talk with Belial.

It brought an uneasiness to her person, practically erasing the readiness she had felt. Today, while Mephisto was away, he planned on having her meet with someone from her past. It was all to help her with her missing memories. A million questions already came to mind, all of which she hoped to ask. Who was she before? Where did she originate? Where were her parents? Friends? Most importantly, why couldn't she remember? They were all valuable questions. She hoped the person she would be meeting would have the answers. It was a big day of mystery and discovery. It was part of what made her so uneasy.

As she sat up from her pillows, she noticed again she was alone in her bed. Mephisto was no where to be found. He had left some time while she was asleep. However, where he had been beside her in the bed was a freshly cut rose and a note. Curiously, she picked it up and began to read it.

"Good Morning, Darling. I'm sorry for not staying until morning. I had a meeting I nearly forgot about today. I didn't want to wake you. I'll be returning from the Vatican at around 3pm. If you need anything at all, ask Belial. Remain beautiful like this rose while I'm gone.

-Mephisto"

The note made her smile as she smelt the rose. At moments like this she was reminded that Mephisto loved her dearly. It made Mephisto's behaviour over her past, all the more, a mystery. Perhaps something traumatic happened in her past. Was he trying to protect her? As she stared at the neatly handwritten note, she couldn't help but wonder why she couldn't simply ask him herself. What was Belial do afraid of?

"Good morning, Miss. l/n. I trust you slept well."

Looking up from the note, she found Belial. With him he pushed a trolly of medical supplies. He planned on again reapplying bandages to her leg. Soon, however, the trolly would be unnecessary. She could practically dance on her left leg now. Even so, Belial seemed to be very careful in situations like this. He treated her like the flower in the garden. He used a soft touch and an open heart. He took care to every detail. He, especially, didn't take any chances with her physical condition. Any wrong move or an action that would make her healing process reverse would indefinitely be the end for him. His master would be infuriated.

As he removed her bandages, he thought about the day ahead. He knew he had to explain what she would need to do. This meeting would be extremely risky. Rules would have to be set in place. Also, he had to establish a sort of confidentiality with her. The demon king could never know.

"I suppose I should explain how today will work." He began with a stern expression. Y/n listened intently. "This meeting will need to occur between now and 3pm. My master can't be around when we have it. You see this meeting goes against his wishes. If he were to find out, he would have my head. Yet, I believe you have a right to your past. So today I will arrange for someone of your choice to meet with you despite the risks. You may pick from the picture I gave you while I take your breakfast order to the kitchen."

She felt a surge of overwhelming second thoughts. Belial had just told her that this meeting would in danger him. Not only this, but it would anger Mephisto with the fact it was going against his wishes. She thought about how slimy it felt to go behind his back after everything he had done. Was it really worth the information? It could jeopardize her relationship. She still loved him dearly.