"Pfftch—!"
With a tearing sound in his throat, Rin Okumura smashed through several wooden benches and rolled across the stone floor before finally stopping.
He spat out a large mouthful of blood.
"Damn it… you devil…"
He tried to push himself up.
But the pain from his shattered ribs and fractured bones surged through his body like electric shocks. The moment he lifted himself halfway—
He collapsed again, falling to the ground.
Rin Okumura had just awakened the power of Satan.
Although his physical abilities were rising at an explosive speed, the awakening was still incomplete. His control was unstable.
His body had not fully adapted.
Facing low-level demons was manageable.
But anything above intermediate level—Was far beyond him.
"Ha… hah…"
His breathing became rough.
The blue flames around him flickered weakly.
The church interior was already half destroyed. Broken pews. Cracked pillars. Scorched walls. The remaining exorcists were either injured or barely standing.
The world felt suffocating.
Ta. Ta. Ta.
A series of urgent footsteps echoed from behind.
Rin turn his head with much difficulty as he look at the person running towards him.
There—
Fujimoto Shiro rushed out from the basement stairs, holding a samurai sword with a gorgeous black scabbard in his hand.
The blade radiated a heavy, restrained aura.
The demon-sealing sword—Kurikara.
The sword that suppresses the flames of Satan.
The blade that had sealed Rin's demonic power since childhood.
"Rin!" Shiro shouted, his voice desperate, urgent—without hesitation, he threw the sword forward.
"Draw this sword, Rin!"
Pata.
The sword slid across the ground and stopped beside Rin.
Looking at the gorgeous samurai sword on the right side, Rin Okumura's eyes were attracted, and he couldn't break his eyes off it. Staring at it as if he was possess.
"Why…" Rin muttered, reaching out. "Why does it feel like… it wants me to pull it out?"
Grabbing Kurikara with his right hand, Rin Okumura, who stood up using the help of the scabbard, grabbed the handle of the blade tightly.
Blood were dripping from the corner of his mouth.
But his right hand tightened around the hilt, as if he doesn't want to let it go.
"Father told me to pull it out…" He gritted his teeth, as he said with anger, frustration. He voice breaking because of the blood filling on his mouth. "Then it must be able to destroy you!"
With a sharp motion—He drew it.
SHING—!
The instant Kurikara left the scabbard—
The blue flames that had been flickering weakly that look like it was about to be extinguished suddenly soar.
BOOM.
The blue flame getting stronger with each second as it covered the person in it, covering Rin Okumura and even Kurikara in a bright blue flames.
As Rin Okumura began to changes—His teeth sharpened, ears elongated slightly as a blue flame like horn appear on his forehead.
And behind him—
A long, demon-like tail slowly manifested, swaying in the burning air.
"I feel… amazing!"
Rin grinned wildly, his sharp teeth fully visible.
The injuries across his body began healing at an unnatural speed. Fractures mended. Cuts closed. Bruises faded.
His presence surged as blue flame continue to mend his body — Rin Okumura is more than twice as powerful as before!
At this moment, all the demons dare not act rashly as they instinctively stepped back.
Not just because of demon-subduing sword, Kurikara, but because of the blood that he carries.
The blood of Satan!
Making them subconsciously want to surrender.
At the center of the burning blue flames, Rin Okumura stood like a young king of demons.
Behind him, Fujimoto Shiro looked at his son who was facing against the demon covered in blue flames like garment as he lowered his gaze.
"…So you finally pulled it out."
His voice was low.
Complicated.
He had made an agreement.
If Rin ever drew Kurikara and fully awakened the power of Satan—He would be executed.
That was the order of the True Cross Order.
But if Rin didn't draw it—
Everyone here would die. And Satan would drag Rin into Gehenna anyway.
There had never been a perfect outcome.
Only choices.
And regret that come with it.....
Rin didn't think about any of that.
He dashed forward.
Kurikara swung once—splitting a demon that was in it's way in half. As the demons remain exploded, turning it to ashes.
Rin Okumura was like a wild beast, using Kurikara like its claw as he continue to butcher the demons like chopping vegetables.
Even intermediate-level demons could not withstand more than a few strikes.
As any damage inflicted on Rin was quickly heal. He didn't even care about his injuries—all he care about was one thing and one thing only—Killing!
Within minutes, the church fell silent.
The remaining demons were reduced to scattered remnants of black smoke— some scream at the injustice, before dissapearing into ashes.
Rin let out a long breath as he saw the silent battlefield—The demons were dead. The monster were dead. He kill them! With his own hand....
Rin turned around excitedly, flames still dancing across his body—as if saying this is not the end.
"Father!" He grinned proudly as he shouted towards his father. "Was I cool?! I'm awesome, right?!"
"You Brat…" Shiro laughed softly as he cursed, adjusted his glasses as to not let him know that he was proud of him. "You're still too early—"
Crack.
As soon as the words fell, a sharp sound echoed in the silent battlefield—His glasses shattered.
The next moment—
Blue flames erupted from his body.
Violent. Uncontrolled.
It was different from Rin's.
Shiro didn't even have the time to scream as his body convulsed. His posture twisted, as his expression changed as if he was in an unbearable pain, he wish to raise his head as to see his son that was frozen in shocked, his body shaking as if he was afraid.
And.....
In mere seconds—
His body grew demonic traits—long razor sharp nail grew on his fingers as if it could tear a human apart, his ears just like Rin started to grew longer, his teeth getting sharper, longer.
His face distorted into a ferocious grin.
"Hahahahaha…!"
The laughter that came out—Was not Shiro's.
It was something strange. Maddening. An extremely crazy voice full of malice.
"Finally… finally… finally I have obtained this body!"
Satan had descended.
Rin froze, his hands trembling as he grip the sword hilt tighter.
Looking at the familiar but unfamiliar Shiro Fujimoto, Rin Okumura looked.....shocked.
"…Dad?"
Isn't this flame ability only for me? Why does Dad have it? And why did his voice become like this—as if he is a completely different person.
"Are you calling me? My son!"
Satan tilted his head and looked at Rin Okumura, smiling evilly as he began to slowly walk towards him—his son.
"No… no, you're not my father!"
Rin took a step back, he body shaking violently as his expression turn to panic, then to horror. As if what had happened today is nothing more than a bad dream—A Nightmare.
Satan shook his head, walked over and said with a fake and loving smile on his face as he speak in a 'father-like' voice,
"No, I am your father."
{T/N: Darth Vader? }
"Come. Return to Gehenna with me, and also see your brothers."
"Don't joke with me!"
Rin shouted.
Tears formed in his eyes without him realizing, the blue flames did nothing to the tears flowing out of his eyes as his face turned into a pitiful and sorrowful expression.
A terrible premonition gripped his heart.
Was he going to lose him?
Again?
"It seems that you are still in the rebellious stage."
Satan said coldly as he withdrew his benevolent smile, his face turning into a cold expression.
As he quickly decided on the next course of action.
"Then, I will bring you back by force."
Even if all of his limbs break—it doesn't matter, he can and will regenerate. He is his son afterall.
The church fell into suffocating silence, most of the people who were still alive (barely) were already taken away to a safe place—as they wait for the reinforcement.
The Exorcists and others teams who were barely able to stay alive didn't even dare to breathe.
Rin stood there, overwhelmed—todays incident was too much for a 16 years old child—He had watch the people he knew died, after which he had suddenly gain a power-up to avenged those peope—he was only starting to feel relief and was very emotional after killing the demons, when he had to witness his father getting possess by a demon!
It was too much!
Satan began walking forward, his expression the same as before—not minding the corpse like state his son was in as he continue to walked towards him.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Just when he was about to reach his son—
"…Looks like I arrived at the perfect timing."
A calm voice suddenly echoed from the entrance.
Satan stopped as he turned slowly, expressionlessly looking at the source of the sound.
At the doorway—
White hair swayed gently in the wind.
A tall, slender figure stood casually.
With a black uniform like dress and an eyepatch.
Gojo Satoru folded his arms and looked at Satan with interest.
Satan frowned as he narrowed his eyes.
In his perception—The spiritual energy possessed by this sudden human being can almost be said to be beyond imagination, and even vaguely surpassed him!
It was absurd.
"Who are you?" Satan asked.
Gojo tilted his head.
"Just a passing jujutsu sorcerer. Remember the name. Gojo Satoru."
Satan frowned.
Jujutsu sorcerer?
Is this a new name for exorcist?
This world was already strange enough and now this man—
Rin suddenly snapped out of his daze as he finally heard a familiar voice, raising his head as he turned towards Gojo.
"Gojo Saturo!"
His eyes widened, as he shouted.
He remembered!
The promise his old man had made him do, as he told that he was the man who could help.
If he wish....
And he also remember the time when they first met—Gojo had said something strange during that time.
"I'm looking forward to your father's arrival."
Did he already know about them?
Did he expect this attack of demons?
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