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"Mama? Why do you look sad for me?"
"I'm so sorry, baby, I, I couldn't stop your father... I'm so sorry, please forgive me, I'm so sorry--"
"Mama it's fine... It's really fine..."
"No it isn't! Darling, darling look at you, look at you..."
"... Mama should run away, okay?"
"Run away, run away?! You, you're going to-- I can't run away! Not as your mother!"
"Mama..."
"Please baby... I don't, I can't run away..."
"... For me.. Run away for me. You were never happy with daddy. And now that I'll go... Mama needs to be free. Free like the birdie. Free like, like him."
"I-- Oh god, baby honey, your friend is safe, he isn't here I promise, he's safe, you need to be there with him. He and you, we never could separate the two of you, if he knew you, you-- He'd go insane! Baby someone is willing to go insane for you! That's why you need to come with me, please, please I'd go mad as well-- Please-- I--"
"Mama... They're coming... Run."
"Baby--"
"Please, mommy."
"... I love you. Mommy loves you very very much. Mommy really does love you, don't forget it, never forget you're mommy's number one baby!"
"I love you too, mommy. I love him too, I, I wish I could see him again, mommy say sorry for me? Okay? You need to stay alive, so you can, you can say sorry for, for me..."
"I will, oh baby, I will, I will... I love you so much. So... So very much..."
"I know, I know and that's why mommy cries a lot, even when it was nighty night."
"My baby..."
"Mama, bye bye. Bye bye."
"... My sweet, sweet, Chuuya."
*-*-*-*
Hell is not hot.
Hell is cold and freezing, the biting of cold that creeps up your limbs, invades your veins and steals your breath, vision and life until you are nothing but a statue that cannot move, with blue fire that burns hotter when you touch it yet hypnotizes you to reach out and touch it, a trance not unlike Aurora who gazed at the needle of a spindle wheel and was compelled, by fate and by her destiny, to touch the tip and plunge the kingdom to the first phase of the prophecy.
Hell is also void of color that makes sense, that feels right and feels natural. Hell is an abundance of rebels and people who have sinned and will sin. Hell is a collection of victims who fell out of grace, who was forced or took the fall of sinned ones who lived. Hell is but a place where you can find the most humane creatures live their afterlife to yearn for more. Hell is a colorless void only filled with color by its inhabitants whose life, stories and minds congeal to create color as pity is their ire. It is black, black walls of scorched stone, brimstone lining the roads and pathways with sickly violet grass that twines endlessly on victims who make the common mistake on stepping on them.
Hell has no sky, just gaping darkness that looms above them. Those who fly know better than to fly upwards, the sky is not so forgiving, after all they keep seeing the dried and chewed up bones of fools who flew too high and was dragged into the abyss by a flesh amalgamation of hands and fingers twining their body and enveloping everything, including their screams, a lovely wake up call.
The bones clatter down and smash against the floor, shards sharp to cut. Many choose to bury the fools instead of killing others, why kill when here in Hell you cannot derive joy nor pleasure into seeing someone's face twist in agony but in apathy. Thus, the residents have more bones than residents. Thus, another nameless body is buried with nothing but dirt to blanket the picked off remains of what could have been called a skeleton.
No sun nor sky, no water where there is a chance that it's free of predators who engaged in ruthless fights in the bowels of the sea. Eat or be eaten, such is the rule of predators and prey. Of feral animals, of creatures who hold no moral grounds that even the twisted humans turned demons can find reason nor joy, all that these aquatic eldritch horror creatures know is to fight. Violence is their blood. Violence is the very air they breathe as they swim and swim and terrorizes the waters that can no longer lean safety and comfort.
Not when blood of black permeated the crystal clear waters that housed monsters like them.
A figure lazily dipped past the outstretched hands of the abyss, black feathers teasing the putrid smell of rotten flesh as he dived past them, several demons and devils paused to gaze up at the errant fool. Wondering if they need to bury another skeleton or maybe a torn wing or foot. Enjoyment is sparse so if someone died, honestly it's the highlight of their day. Fights are common, but even property damage isn't as thrilling. Hell is a place no one can die by their own hands, only Hell has the right to truly reap their life to be destroyed and never to be found ever again, and thus, consequences are not evident which grows and grows until boredom is a curse word among them.
They eagerly look up and realized with growing horror that one, that was no fool and two, they should look away lest they advertise their face and body to the demon to destroy and corrupt. Corruption is awful, they can feel it thrum in their core, they all have seen this particular demon corrupt one pure blood devil who sneered at the demon and their core thrashed loudly and tried to escape their flesh when the demon placed a hand on the devil's chest and tugged.
Tugged until something appeared in the demon's hand.
Thump thump thump...
It was a heart pumping and pumping and the body of the devil began to erode slowly and painfully, limbs twisting and breaking, the color black seeping until the devil broke his own neck to die even when Hell cannot allow them to die. The devil is still alive and is still buried by the Twisted Forest, he buried himself there and begged everyone not to dig him up not when a monster like that existed.
The demon who flew with large black wings knew it and he delighted in their plight and fear, he soared until he met the stone walls of a castle and carelessly walked by, ignoring the shaking salutes and chattering of teeth, the bows of respect and fear, as well as the occasional jittering of metal against metal clinking one another.
Deeper, he made his way, darkness enveloping him and making him one with it. Walking with a goal in mind, his footsteps were light, light to the point that nobody could hear him walk the steps nor feel his presence. With his flashy yet so human features it would initially be impossible for someone not to gaze at him like a moth drawn to flames but when blue molten eyes of powerful flames commanded it, his entire being would be shrouded until no one remembered him. That was good, great even, because frankly he didn't want to entertain someone in his cathartic state. His eyes snapped to see familiar double doors carved and engraved with gold and metal, oozing with opulence come forth from the shadows, the walls lined with stone and paintings who stared at him until they closed their eyes and became willfully ignorant of him.
Smirking, he stared down the doorknob until the closed eye at the middle snapped open and glanced madly at him, after confirming he was in fact, real, the door opened and the demon was treated to the interior of the room.
"Ah, lad, took you long enough." A demoness smiled at him with warmth you would not expect from the infamous demoness.
She had intense scarlet hair faded soft was tied in a bun held with an ornamental hairpin with bangs on the front, beautiful light make up that accentuate her beautiful face, fair and clean her skin was, she wore a grand pink kimono with the sleeves delicately covering her hands and the ends of her kimono was long, long that it covered her feet and trailed downwards until mist billowed from the bottom to give the room a hazy appearance. That was the end of her human traits, she had four horns, thin and slim pointing upwards and crowning her face, the horns were black with dark red spots all over it like blood splatters, more prominently on the tips of her sharp wicked horns, her kimono was drooping over her shoulders while seemingly not proper it gave the woman a seductive and powerful appearance, it also gave room for her two pairs of wings made of saffron red and snow white wings to peak out from and fan across her sides, the wings tipped with silver like swords poised, ready to slice her opponents. She had pointed ears with several ear cuffs to signify her status and a chain with a bone fragment in the shape of a small sphere dangling. A red Japanese umbrella sits by her waist concealing her katana which she uses formidably. There were also scales of dull red that coat segments of her body and her dull red eyes lit with a yellow pupils rather than a black one, slit and patient.
Red lips hid her fangs, beauty in the form of a monster poising as a human.
She was blood in itself, ready to burst and ensnare.
"Ane-san," whined the demon, "you were the one who threatened me too watch over Kyouka! You should know better than anyone else that Kyouka is 180 years old, not 90!"
Kouyou Ozaki, a woman who was killed in the Edo Period, she was a woman born of high honor and had everything she ever wanted and thus was greedy for more, more for her fellow women, more for her fellow family, more for her husband. She was an infamous notorious woman who controlled multiple brothels but was the source of a wealth of information, blood never tainted her hands, she had no need especially when people would do it all for her. This monster even as a human still had her weakness, her heart and by her side was her husband who had ran away from his past, sadly, that past of his tore him apart after he saved Kouyou and she herself committed suicide.
Why? Why would she do that when she had everything?
Even a monster can love, but its looking love was cruel and toxic not only to people but to itself. Kouyou loved that man, loved him to the point where she could find no love, and that man loved her and held her, not as a monster and not as a human, but as Kouyou for all her dirty traits, for all her make up, for all her anger pain and injustice.
That man loved her until he could not breathe.
So she desperately tried to follow him, dirtying her hands for the first time in a long while, just to reach for him because she knew he was waiting with sad eyes but warm arms.
Although, she couldn't, not when her body was desecrated and her soul flew angry and she massacred them all, landing her in Hell where she could never see nor hear nor love her beloved again.
Such is the life, of Kouyou Ozaki.
She smiled, humor played in pretty sharp features, "Ah, but I didn't force you to follow Kyouka-chan, now did I?"
The demon huffed, petulantly if Kouyou may add, his pride for himself was weak but hilarious and comforting. He would sooner walk out the room should she point out that he was pouting like the child he was complaining about.
"Kyouka surely is strong, but her control is weak," the demon dutifully reported as he sat down and drank from the teacups Kouyou prepared, "she still is rebelling, she probably doesn't realize it and because of that Demon Snow will not heed to her, not when Kyouka cannot even control her own feelings."
"I see, she should be back this seventh alarm, shouldn't she?"
"Mhm, she might need more self control, reconnaissance work is her strong suit but if her own protector won't serve her, then what we've been doing is foolish."
Kouyou placed a kimono sleeve to her lipstick lips as she hid a smile, her eyes gazed at the demon with fondness that would make man or woman fall to their knees and worship her, "I'm quite thankful your little one-sided rivalry with Kyouka-chan is over, having you as her big brother is very beneficial."
And then the red faced shenanigans began.
"B-B-B-BIG BROTHER?!?!?!" the demon squeaked, unbecoming of him as his carefully folded wings snapped open and his tail lashed out rapidly from behind him.
"Now now, I know you're quite in denial but surely you aren't too much in denial to--"
"Ane-san!" with such an affronted tone you'd wonder what Kouyou did to sully this demon's pride, "Kyouka isn't supposed to be coddled! Besides she can handle herself! I'm merely making observations since you intend to make her another one of your proteges!!! What if she turns on you or something?! I'm just making sure she's in line! We don't want a repeat of last time..."
Kouyou ignored the dark look that covered her first protege's face, no, she was happy that he had cared so much for her that he was willing to take care of Kyouka-chan... But...
Okay, it was too much fun teasing him.
"Eh, but didn't you buy her those bunny hair clips and jewelries?"
"That! That was because as your protege she must look and own exotic things! You in particular keep getting exotic things! We still need to talk about that bison's tongue!!!"
"What about those kimonos? I'm pretty sure the ones I sent were far okay?"
"That is because!!! If Kyouka relies on you too buy and choose her own kimonos, what happens if you're not here and she chooses something not of standard?!?!"
"What about when you kept tying and brushing her hair? Hmmm~ I seem to remember the library calling me in haste because you kept raiding their hair care and styling books?"
"Kyouka literally has only ONE hairstyle! She should have variety to dazzle people! She also is awful at maintaining her hair! She's a girl and shouldn't girls be happy with their hair, right?! Right?!?!"
"Ara, then what about those cute packed lunch box?"
"I ALSO MAKE CUTE PACKED LUNCH FOR YOU TOO, ANE-SAN!!!"
"Not the point~"
"Ane-san!!!"
Oh this was too fun, seriously, this kid shouldn't even be allowed outside, look Kouyou's dying. Her sides and cheeks are aching, and her dumb but lovable protege is right there, red-faced and panting.
"Besides the point! Kyouka is to come back at the seventh alarm! I'm going to have to prepare some food..." The demon muttered as he looked at Kouyou, "I'll see you at the cathedral, Ane-san, take care."
Kouyou's smile softened, really, she was glad she picked that broken child despite the many complications that surrounded him, after all, all she ever wanted was her husband to say those words, her son, this is him, is just the same, "I will, take care as well... Chuuya."
*-*-*-*
Chuuya Nakahara, his name is what he remembers. Maybe once, he could remember his birth human parents, but all he remembers is the pyre and water. Was he sacrifice or was he murdered?
Chuuya was a gifted child, gifted in what way, you may ask. He was gifted with corruption.
He was cursed.
Cursed.
Cursed.
And he became a god.
But.
What use...
Is a god...
Who is bound?
*-*-*-*
Apartments lined the cities, cars streaked past the busy road where sidewalks were clustered with pedestrians whose lives are busy and pushing through is their main priorities. In one particular apartment, however, was where the actual story began.
A boy with unique coloring was busy doing his homework diligently, the child had white hair in an uneven cut with a black streak on his right side, the hair longer and touching his shoulder. The boy had heterochromia eyes, yellow and violet blend together in both eyes and he was pale. Not the bad kind of pale, against all odds his father, or adopted father if you wanted to get technical, was caring to him. Much better than the orphanage ever could be, but his father, for all his faults and eccentric and very concerning antics may be, genuinely loved and cared for his son.
Atsushi Nakajima, or Atsushi Dazai if you wanted to be technical, was hard at work with his assignment, a coloring assignment which Atsushi loved.
Back in the orphanage he wasn't allowed to color, or do anything really, coloring was fun and colorful! There were a lot of crayons because Dadzai was kind enough to buy him that 50 pack Crayola box!
(--never mind the fact he bought it because he saw it was on sale with his precious crabs and bandages, ah it was heaven at that time but shh, don't let Atsushi know--)
Atsushi is busy with trying to finish the coloring that he was shocked silly when the light to his room went off. Atsushi couldn't help it, he screamed.
"DADZAI!!!" Hysterically, Atushi sobbed as he grabbed a white plush tiger that had been laying with him and ran to the kitchen where Dadzai was cooking dinner, probably pancakes again? Anyway, if Dadzai saw Atsushi he would chide at the boy and worry because nobody is supposed to be running in the dark, Atsushi!
"DADZAI?!"
The lights turned on, but... Something was wrong...
Smoke or mist, billowed on the floor of the kitchen, Atsushi crept and hid behind one of the walls to see Dadzai blinking in shock holding a rubber spatula and a grown up bottle, there is a wineglass filled with that grown up juice off to the side. The pan on the stove was burning but instead of fire, what Atsushi saw made him scream and alert Dadzai who ran to him and picked him up. When Atsushi turned to look at Dadzai, he was struck shocked when Dadzai's brown eyes were filled with... Excitement? Like that time when Dadzai looked at that one tree branch?
"Dadzai?"
"Shh, Atsushi-kun," Dadzai placed one finger on Atsushi's lips, eyes alight with something Atsushi never saw, happiness? No, something more... Hm, personal? Either way, Dadzai returned to watch the burning pancake.
Atsushi screamed again but this time he screamed in the shoulder of Dadzai. A hand, a hand shot up from the pancake, it was black and wicked. Nails long with golden bracelets clacking against one another creating an eerie melody. Nails sharp and long, clawed at the stove until something popped up.
Atsushi was shaking, Dadzai held him tightly, then Atsushi's eyes were focused on beautiful pairs of wings, black and red and blue that sprung forth and hints of gold and silver at the very edge. Eagerness died off, when horns, thick heavy and sturdy, jutted out alongside a head covered in bright orange.
Another hand shot out and the body lifted itself, black smoke came tumbling out, nearly suffocating Atsushi as red feathers touched the floor and watched it burn. The figure then grinned malevolently at them, eyes covered by their bangs, but their teeth were razor sharp, with blood on their lips and pointed ears with earrings.
Body covered in blood, black markings glowed, wings unfurled and a horrific snarl ripped out from the bottom of the figure's throat. Poised and ready to lunge at them, Atsushi pounded at Dadzai's still form who stared at the figure with awe and, and something! But if Dadzai didn't move then, then they might not--!
"You--!"
Only for the figure to bang its head against the hanging cabinet.
*-*-*-*
"FUCK!"
Chuuya screamed as he held his head and horns. What the fuck was this wood made of?! The bark of Twisted Trees and the tears of the rejected Kraken?! For fuck's sake if his horns get chipped his gonna eviscerate this fucking room!
"YOU FUCKING MORTALS!!! I'M GONNA-- SHIT!"
Chuuya slipped and crashed on the floor, his eyes widened when he finally noticed WHERE he was summoned.
Now, you see, Chuuya's a really big deal in Hell and in multiple cultures, okay? You see, Chuuya is the Demon of Wrath, like, the OG, well he did kick the original Wrath's ass and possibly cannibalized the devil but that is neither here nor there! Moral of the lesson, he's a big prominent part of Hell, and even though he's a protege of another Sin, that doesn't mean he isn't any lesser!
Because he is such a Big Deal™ countless of people try to summon him and really, why wouldn't you summon the strongest demon of Hell? Due to that, Chuuya has set up conditions and steps for any mortal over their own heads to dare and summon him into the human realm.
See, his conditions to summon him, Big Deal™, is that first there must be a circle containing a sacrifice, like the most basic shit you will ever know when summoning beings. A circle is what is used to protect not only the summoners but also the being that is summoned.
Second, the sacrifice. The sacrifice must be a desecrated being. Doesn't matter if it's a corpse or not, doesn't matter if it's a fucking item, as long as it's been ruined beyond repair, destroyed until it cannot be fixed and was at its prime before ruthlessly corrupting it, then it's okay.
Next, it must be lit by the hottest of flames, charring and offering it to him. Flames of destruction and suffering, the intense heat-- That is what Chuuya longs for despite hating the touch of fire.
Finally, it must be doused with alcohol, it can't be cheap because it's Chuuya duh, but it needs to be alcohol or well, possibly wine as well. This demon doesn't care of blood or semen or anything, just give him alcohol or wine, if you pour a wineglass of wine it's more likely that he would come. Just to take a sip, humanity is progressing and his most favorite part is that they're progressing in wine making.
But now the tricky part to assure you've summoned him...
You must be looking forward to death.
Chuuya Nakahara is a powerful demon. He will not bow to the whims of anyone, not even the King of Hell could make Chuuya bow to him. Chuuya is a heretical being of anger, injustice and strength. He is the idol of many wars and he has seen the use of his powers. It grants death and Chuuya will never cross dimensions to someone who is summoning him just for the sake of summoning him.
No.
You must be desperate.
You must throw your life away.
You must accept that once he has been summoned, your life is now Death's.
You must know that there will be no bargaining.
What Chuuya wants is not your soul.
Chuuya merely wants excitement, pleasure and happiness.
He wants those things and once he is summoned, he will destroy and create faux miracles for the summoner.
Then, the summoner will die and he will take their spot of living in the human realm.
Merely swapping out, to the point where Fate could not intervene because really, Chuuya isn't harming any rules. And besides humans mate like insects, so many babies are born each second, what's the difference of one?
The summoners take his place in Hell. After all, humans are such a hot commodity among demons and devils because of how painfully mortal they are. Untouched by Hell's madness. Pure as snow that even the most monstrous human can merely be light gray in the eyes of demons and devils alike.
But really, he's been in a shitty mood alright?
Just earlier, while trying to get the ingredients ready, some fucking upstarting demon just barrels to him and fights... In the middle of Hell Supermarket. Yes, that is a real thing, where else do demons and devils get their shit? Hunting? Gathering? FORAGING?
No, we used to be humans and devils who are able to peek into human realm, I'm pretty sure we modernized our caves.
Anyway, this fucker just-- he throws the tomato cans and Chuuya caught it. Because he is Big Deal™.
But, oh my Satan.
This fucker apparently has friends, I know, shocker.
And these friends, with no intelligence nor social awareness--
Just--
They pushed the fucking shelves containing pasta cans on him!
He dodged it, because ™, BUT HE WAS SOAKED IN TOMATO GUTS.
LISTEN.
HE HAD THE RIGHT! THE FREAKIN' RIGHT! TO THROW THESE FUCKERS TO THE FOUNTAIN! NOT EVEN THE HELL RESIDENTS SAID A WORD!
HE DUNKED THOSE FUCKERS IN THAT FREEZING WATER AND MADE SURE THEY FROZE.
And, oh my Satan, he just realized that Kyouka's favorite tomato sauce is just splat on the ground, and there's no replacements unfortunately, so Chuuya left the Hell Supermarket angrily with free stuff because while Chuuya is Big Deal™ he isn't a dumbass and pick a fight with the staff who are staring morosely at the giant blood pool of tomato cans. If Chuuya sees those fuckers in the streets he's gonna force a tomato in their mouth and suplex them.
If.
So he comes home, tired, annoyed, bartering and threatening with vendor stalls for this specific brand of tomato sauce because Kyouka is weird and likes this sweet style brand and she would be really sad if he cooked pasta without it but she'd still eat it because Chuuya made it but still be sad but lie to his face--
Chuuya was ready to pick a fight with the King of Hell to get some sweet style tomato sauce.
IF ONLY HE WASN'T BEING SUMMONED.
Look! Maybe if he had been in a better mood and probably not covered in tomato guts, he would be happy about being summoned. He'd pull his bullshit and get his way in human realm before being forced back to Hell by Ane-san pinching the back of his neck and guiding him back to Hell like he was a kitten and Ane-san was the disgruntled mother cat after finding her child stuck behind the TV, again, for like, the fourth time this month.
Okay, so he got summoned. But for some reason, Chuuya's stuck.
Now, why is he stuck?
Good question because Chuuya would also like to know!
So he had to-- to squeeze himself through this tiny as summoning circle and promising 669 ways to murder this summoner before Death could even reap the bastard's soul.
And do not get him started, he just yanked himself out of the fucking circle, equipped with the knowledge that yeah, he's willing to suffer Fate's wrath by killing a human, when he banged his head on something and then slipped and face planted on the floor.
Hahahaha.
So how's your day?
Because Chuuya Is Not Having A Good Diddly Damn Time.
....
Wait a damn second...
"Did... Did you just summon me... Using a... Oh Satan, is that a fucking... IS THAT A PANCAKE?!"
Let it be known, that Chuuya did not shriek, no, no siree, no he just, made a tactical rise of tone.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO THE PANCAKE! WHAT DID THE PANCAKE EVER DO TO YOU?! ACTUALLY, DID YOU POUR WINE ON IT! WHO DOES THAT! YOU HAVE A KID WHY ARE YOU POURING WINE ON TOP OF A PANCAKE?!"
Chuuya is not soft for kids.
He is just--
What kind of dad--
(--waitaminutehe'shot--)
--PUTS WINE FOR THEIR KIDS FOOD?!
And there! Blue eyes spot a wineglass filled with wine that is dangerously close to the stove top. Did-- Did this bastard drink while cooking?! DRUNK COOKING?! ISN'T THAT ILLEGAL?! Is this human mentally sane?! Should he call human authorities?!
Oh Satan, that kid is too adorable, how in Beelzebub's name did this bastard have such an adorable kid for such a sleazy father?!
Look at him! He's cuddled to his father with a freakin plush toy, Satan, his heart.
...
Did... Did this bastard summon him... Using a fucking pan as a summoning circle, the burning pancake as the sacrifice, the stove's concerning fire, wine, wine glass and...
Hey, Universe, if this bastard dies can he have the kid?
"So... You... Have summoned me, I-- First, I cannot believe you..." glowering, Chuuya gritted his teeth and tried to ignore the pangs of familiarity whenever he lays eyes on the bastard who summoned him--
(--hishairlookedsofamiliar--)
"Second... Do you know the condition to summon me, mortal?"
No dice, the adult mortal was completely stupid. The poor mortal kid was slapping his, what Chuuya can reckon, dad's face while looking like he's about to shit his pants. While it made him concerned because he doesn't want to deal with the smell of shit and piss, he also didn't want the kid to start bawling-- Not because he likes kids or anything!
... Actually, why wasn't this scared bawling the moment he saw his hand clawing the fucking stove top?
"Dadzai!!!" the kid whined and Chuuya twitched his eyebrows, looking like he wanted to question his life which, yeah, he actually wanna do that like right now.
"... You know what, I'm going back," Chuuya sighed as he glared balefully at the fucking pan, the light was disappearing and if Chuuya wanted to be stuck here left to Fate's vindictive hand, then he'd have to leave ASAP.
He ignored that twinge of pain when he thought of leaving. Whatever he didn't want to come to the human realm right now, he just wants to crash on his bed, sleep before the seventh alarm rings and speed run his way to cooking the feast he may have hinted to Kyouka, it depends when the girl deciphers it.
Chuuya paused when he heard a thud and he turned around to see--
"... I may be a demon but I have roamed this human realm for years now," Chuuya began slowly as if to stave away the incoming headache, "But you did not just propose to me using a rubber spatula."
"Oh but I did." That damned grin that seemed to haunt Chuuya's dreams surfaced in this seemingly suicidal mortal father.
Chuuya raised an eyebrow, "Nope. I am not going to entertain a mortal on concepts such as Marriage."
"Ara, but you have no choice," the mortal, Dadzai apparently, grinned in an annoying way as he pointed behind Chu--
BEHIND HIM?!
"WAIT! FUCK WAIT!"
The light was weakening and the fires became weaker, the portal to Hell was closing and Chuuya screamed, wings and tail lashing out making the kid tremble and sob, which okay, it made Chuuya stop his wings but the tail was a lost cause. It was whipping around angrily to reflect the storm that is ranging INSIDE and OUTSIDE of Chuuya fucking Nakahara, powerful demon of fucking Hell, who, somehow, got himself lost in the human realm... By a suicidal mortal.
He cannot look at his fellow demons or devils in the eyes anymore.
"DAMMIT!!!"
The light faded and Chuuya was left to grit his teeth at the burnt pancake, well, what was left of it, and the charred frying pan which could no longer be used. Chuuya stiffly turned to face the bastard who grinned merrily as if a demon, a powerful one may I add, wasn't ready to throw hands with him and possibly commit murder.
No, this bastard looks like a cat who caught the canary, the poor kid was staring soullessly at the sky as if begging divine intervention to whisk him away to heaven which Chuuya could sadly relate to.
"My name is Osamu Dazai, my dearest fiance!"
"I'LL FUCKING GUT YOU ALIVE!!!"