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

Chapter 20 (The Accused)

A throbbing pain in her head woke y/n from her deep slumber. Dizzy and confused, she lifted her sore head and tried to focus on her surroundings. Y/n was tied to a chair in what seemed to be a chrome plated room. The room itself was empty aside from her and her chair. On the walls were what looked like glyphs and pentagrams engraved into the metal. Any reasoning behind them if any she didn't know. Yet, there were an extensive number of engravings, each pattern seeming more complex than the next. The most complicated ones, however, appeared to be on the large safe like door.

She felt herself begin to panic. Where was she? Why was she tied up? It all came rushing back in that instant. She knew it had to of been Arthur Auguste Angel. His blonde features enraged her as she recalled her encounter with him. The last thing she could recall was that fearsome punch before it all went black. Now she was here. 'He has no right to abduct me' she thought. Now she could only fear what would happen next in this empty chrome room. A few tears streamed down her face as she felt an overwhelming hopelessness overcome her.

She wanted nothing more than to be in Mephisto's arms. She wanted to go home more than anything. She knew he would surely come looking for her. It was a matter of when. She could only hope for it to be soon.

She missed him so much.

Suddenly, a loud banging echoed through the room. Her heart began to throb against her rib cage as she drew her focus to the sounds origin. It came from the large metal door. Something was happening to it and she was becoming more and more afraid to find out what. The door began to rumble louder and louder until finally it creaked open. She nearly screamed.

Y/n couldn't help but cry as a group of men entered the interrogation room. They all wore strange black uniforms except one. The odd scraggly looking man wore what looked like a sun hat, a baggy shirt and a pair of saggy ripped jean shorts. He wore a bizarre sick smile as he walked up to the fear stricken y/n. It was almost like he enjoyed her fear. It was a sickening thought to her.

"You must be Miss. l/n. I've heard a lot about you. Nice to meetcha. I'm Lewin Light." He began crouching down to meet her eye level. Y/n could smell his body oder. The man was filthy and smelled like he had not bathed in weeks. Now all she could think about was not vomiting all over the man and his stern looking friends. 'Perhaps this was a method of torture' she thought.

"W-what do...... you want....from me?" She mustered through gasps. Lewin's grin appeared to grow.

"Well for starters you struck a friend of mine in the face pretty hard. He's kinda important around here." Lewin began. "Butttttt, that's not really why you're here. Apparently you're staying with a friend of ours. Mephisto Pheles right? I want you to tell me why."

Y/n froze. Arthur had asked her this to but why? 'Why do they want to know so badly?' She thought. Were they enemies of Mephisto? What would happen if she answered honestly? Would they kill her? Keeping silent might be the key in this scenario but she kept fighting with other ideas. In felt like a battle field in her brain. The fight on what to do next raged an ugly war until finally a bomb blew and only one idea shot itself out from her lips.

"Why do you want to know about this? Who are you people??" Y/n blurted in the heat of her panic. She cringed to her own words. She hadn't thought that answer through and it surely wouldn't end well. Lewin only snickered in response. 'What was so funny?' She thought. He appeared to be more twisted than Arthur. That she feared most.

In the blink of an eye, he grabbed the collar of her shirt snapping her focus back to him. His cheerful expression turned to something dark and sinister. It appeared his mood shifted by the minute. Maybe the first one had been an act? Either way, it was purely psychotic and she couldn't stop tears from streaming down her face. The fear  she felt at that moment was to much. It swallowed her whole insisting that her death was around the bend.

Y/n began to believe it and accept it as a depressing truth.

"Listen, you are going to tell me what I want to know or you will ge-" Lewin began but was suddenly cut off. What appeared to be pentagrams manifested out of thin air and flung him into the door behind him. Landing face first, he coughed up blood. This power was strong. It was a power he recognized. The escorts in the room quickly rushed to their co workers aid, all asking if he was ok. However, what appeared to be a black sigil drew itself on his cheek making them gasp. They knew he wasn't.

He had been marked.

Shakily Lewin rose, swearing under his breath. He hadn't expected the girl to have a cradle barrier protecting her. Now he had just unintentionally cursed himself. This was something he didn't need. It would take an extensive amount of time to get rid of such a curse. Sometimes it was an impossible feat that would later result in a premature death. However, that was a problem for later months.

Now what was undeniable was that this girl was pregnant with a demons child. This called for a trial.

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Stepping out of his pink limo, Mephisto Pheles hurried his pace up the steps to his manor. Something was wrong. He could feel it in the core of his being. These feelings never came with good news for the time king. He only hoped that it didn't involve y/n. He assumed at first it was the gehenna gate he felt slowly open mere hours ago. Yes that was a threat and bad news if any. However, that could be adverted with a certain price.

Something told him it was much worse than a gate. Something told him it involved his precious y/n. That was why he left his meeting on account of an emergency. He had to know at least y/n was ok. That was why he rushed up those steps to see her.

Barreling through his front doors, he found a familiar and irritating face awaiting him. It was the current Paladin of the Knights of the True Cross. Arthur Auguste Angel. Arthur was most likely here in regards to the gate. Mephisto sighed. He had no time for his irritating speech on saving humanity. There was always some irritating addition that ridiculed the fact of his heritage. Sometimes it was just chopped full of cheap shots. It made him want to flatten the ill mannered pest.

"What's the hurry, Sir. Pheles? Did we find something you didn't intend us to? Are you rushing to fix your mess? It's to late." Arthur told him. Mephisto only held his signature smirk. He had to keep his composure. He couldn't afford to loose a good pawn to his chess game, even if infuriating. Angel was a strong member of the knights. Technically, he is his ally.

"Hello Angel. It's nice to see you again." Mephisto began with a tad of sarcasm in his cheerful voice. "I assume you're here because of the Gehenna Gate?"

Arthur scoffed. Of course the time demon knew about the gate. He hated how the demon king always seemed to stick his nose wherever he wanted it to be. He'd always already know about 'this' or be around just at the right time for 'that'. Angel hated it. In fact, he thought a demon fighting organization would be better off not even associating with the demon. He thought of it as a shame to the order to even consider them allies. He'd rather eradicate every demon in his path. To bad he wasn't strong enough for that. Not yet. 

"No. I'm here to escort you to your summons. The Grigori's decision is absolute." Arthur sternly explained.

A summons? It could be a number of things that they'd be summoning the time king for. It was rare, however, that he ever let these things slip through without him noticing. Usually it was intentional if any. Although, he had been slacking with y/n around. Mephisto froze at the thought. Was the exorcist talking about y/n? Panic rushed through his body. He hoped for anything else to be the case.

"A summons? On what grounds am I being tried for?" Mephisto asked. Arthur couldn't contain his outrage. It showed all over his face. He practically shouted his answer to the time demon. His words rang over and over in Mephisto's ears. He would never forget them.

"On what grounds?! You've been keeping a pregnant witch on your estate! She is bearing a demons child! You have much to explain, Sir. Pheles."