Rekindle

Chapter 5: Progress isn't Always Easy

Well I suck with updates, but I'm trying. To make up for it this chapter (not including the authors note) is 4643 words. That's twice as long as the others that are a little over 2000.

I feel like this chapter kind of bounces around but I'm lazy.

I promise after this chapter we go back to Rin's point of view.

Thanks for reading!

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Gehenna: Satan's Castle, Rin's Room

Year: x115

He slowly opened his eyes, an action that progressively got harder each day. Since talking with Azazel a few days ago, Rin really hadn't done much. Those voices were still on his mind, muffled and he couldn't quite remember what they were saying, but he at least this time didn't immediately forget them. He was vaguely aware that something similar had happened years ago, though the memory was foggy.

After a few more minutes of laying there he decided to get up, if only to find something to stop his headache. It didn't take him long to change and head to the infirmary. He discovered years ago that the demon world was still quite medieval in someways and very advanced in others. Though, he supposed maybe old fashioned would be a better way to describe it. Medicine was one of those area's that would seem archaic to the humans. But why change something if it worked. He would not be able to find a convenient pill that wold solve his problems, or in this case headache, but a blend of herbs and the like that would be far more effective.

When he got there he was only a little surprised to find the place empty. No one was in need of immediate assistance so there was no reason for people to stay. That was fine though, he knew enough to help himself.

He had only just opened the cabinet, when he heard loud running towards the room. Rin was still a little out of it so he didn't fully realize the situation until the door slammed open and someone ran in.

"By Gehenna's throne I swear I will find you and dislocated your arms Egyn!" A vary angry demon shouted as he ran into the room. Though the threat was not directed at him Rin still felt a little afraid as he quickly regained his senses and turned around. The other demon had realized his prey wasn't in the room but instead his frightened little brother and he immediately composed himself.

"Ah, my bad, I thought you were someone else." The demon raised one had sheepishly to his head. It took Rin a second but he finally recognized the demon as Astaroth, King of Rot. They honestly hadn't officially met. They only saw each other in passing or awkwardly across the room for a brief moment. They had met a little over a hundred years ago, but neither of them liked to think about that.

"Are you okay?" Astaroth hesitantly asked when Rin didn't respond. It wasn't that he didn't care, he just wasn't sure how to act around his youngest brother. They didn't have the greatest of meetings. This whole thing all started because Astaroth found him and forced his awakening. And if that hadn't happened, then the old Paladin that raised Rin wouldn't have died trying to stop them from taking him home, and Rin might not have rebelled so hard and turned against them.

"Yeah, I guess. My head just hurts." Rin said just as cautiously, also unsure how to act around the Demon King. Rin didn't have any real opinions of the King of Rot. He had briefly met him over a century ago, but Astaroth was a lot more outgoing and insane then. Now he was definitely a lot calmer, though judging by his outburst only a few seconds ago, he maybe was just not as excited. It was still weird for him to interact with Demon Kings so civilly. He had grown used to the presence of Amaimon, Egyn, Iblis and Azazel. Mephisto or Samael, he could only tolerate for so long, but that was just because of how eccentric he could be. The rest of his brothers were still a mystery to him, including the one before him now.