"I Have Done You A Favor, Now It's Your Turn"

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"Isn't it adorable Amai-nii?"

Rin wrapped his arms around the Baal's neck, engulfing him in an embrace, and nuzzled his face to his forest green locks.

"About what?" Amaimon asked, toning the amount of excitement that his lover wished to hear. However, sooner or later than he expected, he might die to emit the same expression and feelings of a human just for his lover.

The younger demon wagged his tail from excitement. "Her reaction! It was hilarious! I can predict that Moriyama will soon leave the premises!"

Oh would be Amaimon's casual response, but it is indeed something they could celebrate and spare some small emotions. Besides, the quicker his beloved kill his friends, the better result of his chance with Rin to become his.

"Well, I am not surprised."

Entering the room, Mephisto waltz passes the couple to place his phone on his table. "You are a troublemaker."

Rin proudly grins, "Time is gold~"

Amaimon surprisingly pulled the arm of his lover, twisting his body to make Rin sat on his lap. This time, he nuzzled his face to the crook of the boy's nape. The metallic scent of the collar was the first thing he smelled, but he ignored those and focused on his lover's divine scent.

Rin smiled above, latching his furry tail to curl its way to the arms of his lover.

Mephisto snorts. Why must his brothers be the cause of his foul mood? Why must be always them? Can't they have enough of flirting with each other and take a long break?

"I do not recall giving you permission of killing those from outside, little brother." Mephisto's venomous voice empowered the light atmosphere that surrounds the two.

The Baal sat down at his temporary throne. Carefully placing his hands down the table; he resisted to destroy it, to unleash his anger and stress.

Rin rolled his eyes at the proclamation. "I did not kill that human."

"Then who might it be then? Amaimon?"

The abrupt mentioned Baal raised his eyebrow. He has nothing to do with this play, but he is still contributing as a player of the board game. Not as much, however, yet still enough for his lover to accept it.

Rin casually released an exhale. He was originally prepared to answer this but he held it back and pushed the answer to his throat, swallowing the response and knowledge of his connection with the recently announced corpse.

He needs to answer though. He cannot stay mute.

When the hesitation flickered across the little brother, the King of Time managed to comprehend. He groaned, leaning back at his throne to ponder on his own. Why must my brothers always a handful?

"You do know that girl wouldn't easily be targeted, right?"

Rin glance upward to his mate;  confused stretched across his face.

"That garden girl has a lover here. She wouldn't drop out immediately because of something that frightens her so dearly." Amaimon mutters, giving a stolen peck on Rin's chapped lips.

With the little knowledge provided, the younger demon cuss under his breath; has his mind got that rusty, that even he forgot the minor information? Has the deal between him and the king of time preoccupied too much of his mind? How easily distracted was he?

He should come up with side plans for that if so, he doesn't want to be brainwashed once the time comes. For all he knows, Mephisto himself could have done it. Perhaps the rusty mind was his actions as well...