Middle Finger

Overload

Rin was tired.

He needed something to allow him reprieve from this endless cycle. It was monotonous and he was sick of it.

But Satan was right there.

He was so close to coming through that Rin couldn't leave.

He'd thought about going through himself to confront the Demon God, but through better of it. If he got trapped in Gehenna, that'd be bad news for Assiah if Satan's plan was to attack.

Fox Form and all the familiars and warriors in his arsenal weren't enough this time. This time, he'd need his trump card. But it wasn't a trump card unless it did something effective that lasted long enough for them to come up with a plan of attack to rid Assiah of the problem at hand. He'd been here for who knew how long.

Almost every one of the Exorcists he'd originally been deployed here with were dead and no new ones had come in in two months. Their numbers were low and sections of the base were abandoned, collapsed and taken over by demons. They'd lost the Hospital wing and several deliveries of supplies they desperately needed. The base was low on food, people, and morale. They were losing.

His four comrades who'd need dubbed the Elite Team on the base were the last defence for whatever was left if the base. The other Four were currently protecting the base from the demons at their door.

Rin was the Weapon of the Order. His job was to give Humanity a fighting chance in this war. He was failing at the one job he had.

He came up with a decent plan as he ate a quick meal before going back into battle. He'd put it into motion the next day. This one was almost over. He needed to tell those that were left and get as much rest as he could for this plan to work.

§~•~§~•~§

He'd only gotten five hours of sleep, but it would have to do. The other Four of the Elites had given him their rations to make up for it.

This was the best shot he had at this.

As his Demon Warriors fought off demons around him in a dome while he made his way to the Gate, he gathered his power and energy. He pulled it all into him and forced it into the smallest ball of power he could force it into. Wild, unruly powers hated being contained and would bite back at the user for doing it to them.

Rin wondered if he'd even survive the blowback from this.

Probably not.

He wished he could've seen how everyone back in Japan was doing before this, but life had never given him a Get Out Of Jail Free card before, so he'd just live with it. He'd miss his brother, and his friends, and Godaiin.

He made it to the Gate. It writhed within it's boundaries, swirling masses coming from it in swarming batches.

Rin pressed the power harder into the ball and felt it finally push back.

In a second, the world was turned a bright, brilliant blue. It was beautiful. He'd never appreciated the beauty of his flames. He appreciated them now, while he was still conscious.

His body felt like it was being ripped apart and turned into ashes at the same time.

He blacked out.

§~•~§~•~§

"He's back."

The text message had Godaiin bolting out of his classroom with no regard for what the teacher was yelling at him.

He saw Suguro and Konekomeru in the same hallway a few doors down. They all ran and met up with Shima, Shiemi, and Izumo as they went. They arrived at the True Cross Exorcist Hospital where Yukio had instructed them to go on the way there.