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Rin's POV:

I heard a snap and then all I felt was blinding pain.

That's all I remembered before everything went black. But the blackness wasn't empty, it thrived. It was full of life, but I couldn't pin point with exactly what. The darkness seemed to buzz, a constant humming in my ears. Soon enough, it felt like I was floating away from my body, from who I was. I heard voices, people I knew, they were talking to me, but I couldn't make out what they were saying or who they were.

Then the blackness became painful, just existing in it was agony. It teased and tormented me, and I, unable to move, couldn't escape. It seemed to pierce right through me, like a surgery without anesthesia. Pins and needles attacking every inch of my being. I don't remember when, but I was able to hear my own heartbeat. It seemed slow, much slower than usual, and it fucking hurt every time it beat against my chest cavity. It rattled throughout my body and reverberated into the darkness, echoing back and haunting me.

Ow, it was excruciating. It hurt to breathe, the air in my lungs burning like alcohol to a rug burn. The stinging compounded, growing larger with every breath, every beat of my aorta. It washed over me, waking me up from my haze, I cracked an eyelid, light breaking through and blinding me. I breathed in sharply and rubbed my eyes, my shoulders hurting from the action. Removing my hands, I squinted through the light, taking in my surroundings. I was in my bedroom, sunlight pouring through my blinds and scattering throughout my room. It must be morning.

I paused, recalling my prior memories. Had it all been a dream? Was I, in fact, a demon child? Not only that, but the son of Satan? I swallowed dryly, realizing my thirst. Coughing slightly, I pushed myself up, pulling the covers off of me and swinging my feet over the edge of the bed and touching the cooled floor. Grunting, I pushed myself up, only to lean against my nightstand as my balance didn't catch. After my world leveled out, I gripped the doorknob to my room and slowly opened it. Outside I heard low chatter, and I found myself doubting my memories. I was feeling fairly off, so maybe it had all been a fever dream?

Opening my door fully, I walked out into the hallway, making my way toward the common's area. I stopped just before the entrance, listening into their conversation. But... I couldn't make out what they were saying, or who it was. They must really be keeping quiet. I rounded the corner, the common's area was even brighter than my room, the stained glass sparkling and sending colors dancing throughout the room. The wooden pews bathed in rainbows.

As I entered, the chatter stopped and I saw Yukio and Dad turn toward me. I blinked several times, rubbing my eyes once again to fix my vision. Yet, when I looked up, nothing changed. "It wasn't a dream, was it?" My own voice sounded foreign to me and It startled me. Dad got up from his seated position, grabbing at his hip and grunting in the process. However, it was my brother, coming toward me, a crutch in his hand, that had me speechless.

"Rin," he said quietly, "how do you feel?" I simply stared at him. How did I feel? I wasn't the one with a crutch and a hurt foot. My eyes flickered down to his left foot, which was, thankfully, not in a cast, but only wrapped. "Rin?" I sighed, my eyes wandering back up to meet his.

"I feel like hell, everything hurts."  He didn't seem satisfied with my answer and asked me to elaborate. At this point, Dad had made it over to us and sat in a nearby pew. His muted crimson eyes tracing me as I spoke. "Everything, it just... hurts?" I faltered, "no, I take that back, it's not like it's painful, but everything's... uncomfortable." I looked at them both, feeling a bit of frustration build inside as they stared at me. "What's going on, what happened?"

They broke their gazes to give each other a look before Yukio sighed. "What do you remember?"

I hesitated, "the demon thing?" He nodded and I slumped slightly. "So, it all happened. I'm the devil's spawn? Everything with that rich kid? That demon?" He nodded once more and I took a deep breath. "I don't recall a lot of details, I remember feeling... warm, and there was fire. Blue fire." I paused at that, but they neither tried to correct me on anything. God, it wasn't a dream, it was a fucking nightmare.