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

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From large blowing torches to electrified pool of water; beasts howling and growling, their teeth glistening with their spittle, magic circles all around the area; it is a sore eye.

Shura exhaled a trembling sigh, tepid of the contraptions lay for then to challenge and tests to the end. Quite frankly, if she had known this would happen she wouldn't even dare to stride in with the foolish deal.

Undertaking the panorama, Mephisto was adequate and released a smile. Placing a hand on Amaimon's shoulder and squeezed it lightly, the other Baal turned to gaze at the older demon.

"Would you look at that, dear brother. I sense lingers of souls trapped in these dungeons." He sniffed the air, the smile never left his face. "The souls were howling in harmony as well, how cute."

Amaimon scrunched his face, he, as well, hears the groans of the trapped souls. "They aren't fresh."

"Never said so, dear brother."

Two brothers engrossed in the scheme, Shura backs away from the siblings. Her thoughts lingered on options: either she could take the challenge, rely on the demons, or make a run for it.

"Where do you think you're going, Ms. Kirigakure?" Mephisto turned his gaze to the woman, eyes pierced through the other. The younger followed, except, he could care less if the human was reluctant.

The exorcist chuckles nervously, "Nowhere! I'm just...looking around...yeah, looking around." She cussed and scolds herself, her characteristic is shattering just by the fear.

The King of Time hums; pleased and displease of the answer. Rather, it is a 50/50 type of response. His complexion can tell otherwise, but it fails to deliver the answer she expected. Mephisto loves to remain bizarre, cocky, and up to the top– that is what Shura infers, even if she may not know other knowledge of the Baal himself. Regardless, it is not a crucial matter.

Busied herself with the thoughts, Amaimon begins his role for his attendance. Ever so graciously, he created a bridge over all the apparatuses. Those that are near: Blowing torches and spinning razor blades, did not affect the large roots.

Soon, the room was filled with claps and a satisfied giggle.

"Excellent! I knew that you would be handy!" The Baal praised.

An answer was not needed, and so forth the King of Earth waltz through the roots he created. He will not wait for the rest, the roots he created will only last few minutes as well.

Looking back to Shura, Mephisto frowns and snapped his fingers to gain the attention of the woman. Successful at his objective, he walks ahead of her and motioned her to hurry up.

Shura follows after, but not without looking down to see the horrifying souls looking up to her.

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Rin threw the ball back to the wall, rinse and repeat the process for the last couple of minutes ever since his brothers left. Currently, he is in an alleyway where he knows no one would dare to step in. It is not too far from the school, hopefully, he wouldn't run into a familiar face.

He was wearing the blue hoodie– the hoodie raised to hide his face–, sweatpants and just normal running shoes. He could've stolen one of Amaimon's clothes, but all were a bit too big for him. They may have the same body build– Rin a bit slimmer– yet they have different heights. Besides, all of Amaimon's clothing is too edgy for him to wear.– Mephisto's is not an option.

He could do this all day long: throwing the ball, watching the dull wall, huddled in an alleyway, but he is quite curious where are his brothers at. Furthermore, for what reason did they visit abruptly?