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

Chapter 15 (Forgiveness)

The moon rose high into the sky and shined bright across the cold foggy night. Y/n laid under the sheets of her bed within the dark bedroom. She tried to get some sleep but couldn't. The events of the day still haunted her. She couldn't find any way to sleep while laying on her side. She could only stare at the far wall, her thoughts wandering back in forth between Rin's words, Mephisto's anger, and Belial's punishment. She felt an immense amount of regret. If she hadn't tried to explore her past, all of this wouldn't be her reality. She could only wallow while contemplating her choices on that dark night.

Unnoticed by her, he had let himself in using his powers. He watched her from the shadows, staring at her from behind. There was a blank expression on his face and a certain grey gloss over his eyes. Mephisto found himself unsure of how to approach y/n. He wanted nothing more than to hold her. He wanted to keep her safe. Yet, he let his anger take over earlier that day. He had slapped her and made her cry. Would she even talk to him again? Would she view him the same way? This was what made his gaze so grey. This was what he was afraid of.

He didn't want her to hate him again. Anything but that.

He knew that an apology was in order. Mephisto wanted her to forgive him. He knew "I'm sorry" were the words he was to put into a sentence for her forgiveness but the demon couldn't think of how. His new emotions made him second guess everything. He was desperate for her affection again. He needed her forgiveness. It was something he never asked for from anyone, humans and demons alike. He never cared until now.

She changed everything.

As he came towards her, y/n noticed him. His careful footfall was the only sound in the room and it rang out like shattering glass. She sat up and looking towards the sound, she noticed his frozen person. She felt a flurry of emotions flood into her, the strongest one being regret. As far as she knew, he was still furious with her. She let slip tears from her eyes as the scenario replayed in her head. She didn't want him to hate her. She still loved him. That was something she was sure of.

"I....I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you angry." She told him. He watched her with a stunned silence as she began to cry. He hadn't expected her to feel this way. He expected her to throw things in anger, and to declare that she never wanted to see him again. He thought he would have to beg her to even want his company. That wasn't the case. It was almost like a weight was lifted off him. He felt relief all in that instant.

Mephisto got into bed with her. He held her close and stroked her head. She had calmed down almost instantly. His embrace was something she felt safe and loved in. It told her that everything would be ok after all. He didn't hate her and she didn't hate him. At that moment, everything felt right.

"I'm sorry. About all of this. Your past is very painful. I didn't want you to remember such a thing. My anger wasn't anger at all. Only my fear of this. You're happy now, aren't you?" He asked. She nodded, looking up at him lovingly. With a pink handkerchief he whipped the tears from her face. "I don't want that to change, y/n. Promise me that you won't try to search for your past again."

"I.......I promise." She said, trusting him and his words.

With a warm smile, he held her close. That was the answer he wanted to hear. It was like music to his ears. With closed eyes he was tempted to hum to the tune as he ushered her to rest. It wasn't just a promise not to explore her past. It was a promise that she would never talk to Rin Okumura again. It was a devotion to him and him alone. It was more than pleasing.

As she closed her eyes, she felt a certain cozy warmth snuggled up to his chest. She could almost feel his passion beating inside him as she drifted off into her dreams. Everything would be ok after all.

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Opening her eyes she found herself once again in the black void. Hushed whispers echoed from all around her, whispering words she couldn't make out. She looked around, searching for the mystery voices. She had no luck. She would have to step forward and look for herself if she were to discover them.

With one step, the void around her changed. It morphed into a new bright hallway, silencing the voices as well. All except for two. One of which was an all to familiar sound. It was Rin Okumura. He was talking to someone in a nearby room almost frantically, yet, in a whisper. Curiously, she stalked closer to the room. The closer she got, the more she heard.

"Yukio, you don't understand. She said that he was gonna make her pay. I don't know what that means but I know it's not good."

"So what? We have her stay here? It could only add danger to this situation. You don't have control over your flames. What if you flare up and hurt her?"

"Seriously?! I'm not going to flare up! If anything, I'm the only one that can protect her! Mephisto's acting crazy. He told me he's a demon king y'know. If that's true then he could seriously hurt her. Please, Yukio. Just let her stay with us."

As she crept up towards the room and peered inside, she saw two male silhouettes. One looked like Rin. The other she didn't recognize. They didn't notice her at first. They seemed to be distracted by their heated conversation.

"Fine but if something goes wrong, it's on you. Don't expect to come crying to me when it does either. I have a bad feeling about this..." The silhouette warned. The Rin lookalike shuffled, visibly uneasy as he noticed y/n. His glowing eyes widened to the sight of her.

"Y/n?" He questioned, moving to walk towards her. However, before she could a step forward, a force pulled her back into the void. She was surrounded in darkness once more but this time was different. This time she had what appeared to be black chains on her arms and legs. Around her neck, she felt a force that choked her. She found she couldn't breathe. Y/n could do nothing but gasp for air. From the darkness a familiar voice spoke. It was his voice. It echoed from all around her.

"You will not leave me again." He demanded of her. "You will never leave me again."