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

Chapter 13 (Erased)

Screaming out in anger, Mephisto threw all the objects off his desk causing most to shatter and break against the hardwood floor. He was so infuriated that he even felt a tinge of blood lust. He hated how he let it happen. He tried everything to avoid this worst case scenario. Yet, it was just his luck for something like this to come into play. Rin Okumura had recalled everything, infiltrated the mansion, and even had the audacity to try and kidnap y/n.

He wanted to kill him. He wanted to kill Belial for letting him in. He wanted to kill her for even listening to the teen. He wanted to kill everyone else just for existing while he suffered. Screaming out in agony he flipped the desk, flinging it across the room and into the opposing wall and door. All he could feel was a need for violence, but he couldn't focus on that now.

He had no choice but to bury that feeling down. He had to focus on what had to be done. He had to deal with the current situation and take back control. He couldn't be like his younger brother, Amaimon, and rampage like an ill mannered child. It was true that these feelings of possession and attraction were something foreign to him. It was also true that they invoked an anger and passion that he never felt before. Yet, he still felt above them. He needed to be above them.

What he needed now was to focus and devise a plan. First on his agenda was Rin Okumura. He knew the stubborn teen would be back. Afterall, he was never one for smarts. Even while to most it would seem smarter to stay away, he knew the teen would not. He wasn't one to give up. Mephisto knew this all to well.

That was why it was important to deal with him first. He knew exactly what to do.

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The exorcist shop glowed bright into the dark Saturday evening. A small occasional puff of smoke leaked from a small chimney into the cold. A hand painted open sign decorated the front door, welcoming patrons inside. Sitting at the front desk to the shop was a small blonde girl wearing a traditional styled kimono. She sat patiently for customers, fiddling her thumbs and humming an unrecognizable tune.

Her name was Shiemi Moriyama. She was left in charge of the shop by her mother who had left for a grocery run. It wasn't a difficult task. Usually she wouldn't find herself getting many customers. On an evening like today, she would find herself running away from reality. Her mind often wandered. However that wouldn't be true tonight as a frantic knock rapped on the wooden shop door.

"Come in!" She yelled to the visitor. Getting up to welcome them, she noticed the visitor had already come in. It was a familiar face to the shy girls relief. The raven haired visitor was Rin Okumura but to her dismay the usually cheery boy looked at her with a teary gaze. She knew it wasn't normal for the teen to be so upset. Even in the most dire situations, Rin never dared to cry from the pain. Seeing him like this Shiemi knew something was very wrong.

"Rin? Are you alright? Did something happen?" She asked while studying him better. He looked as if a tragedy had occurred. His hair was mess, his eyes were blood shot, and his face was as pale as snow. He looked on at her with a sheepish tear jerking gaze. He was troubled beyond belief and it was all because of y/n.

He had tried all day to gather a rescue team of his friends and family. He told them all the situation. Mephisto was keeping her trapped. Her memories were gone. He had somehow forgotten her but now he remembered. He remembered it all. All that was left was for his and y/n's friends to help rescue her. Yet, there was only one problem. No one remembered y/n except him.

Not his brother. Not his classmates. Not any of their friends. His only hope was Shiemi. In fact, she was the last one he could ask. He could only hope that even a morsel of her soul would know y/n. He hoped he wouldn't get that aggravating blank stare yet again.