There was an uneasiness with the students at True Cross who were training to be exorcists. Ariel couldn't deny that she was uneasy as well. They didn't know the scion of Satan was among them, despite still being human.

They only knew the fear of finding someone hurt, and the worry of the death of a short lived teacher. Granted, they were one in the same but they didn't know that.

Her instincts were warning her that the tension was the mere calm before the storm. Something far worse would occur and no doubt that the teacher Okumura's brother would be the epicenter of the event. She hated that it meant that Paku would be so close to it.

She was certainly devoted. She wanted to help her friend in any way possible. Even sacrificing a typical life to pursue being an exorcist. Much like Shiemi, she seemed far too gentle. Unlike the garden girl, she had only recently been able to see demons and begin to understand the intricacies of actual exorcism life. Like other angels, she cared greatly for her charge.

Not more than God but still.

"You should get some sleep Paku," Izumo commented as gently as she could.

"I know. But I'm worried."

"I'm here. You don't need to be scared."

"Izumo, people die. And as exorcists, we're more likely to die young too," she said in a melancholic tone.

"We aren't going to die like that. I'll protect you."

"But Izumo, I'm not strong enough to protect you. I don't even know if I can become an exorcist. Not really."

"Paku," Izumo said softly, taking a seat next to her best friend.

"I don't want to kill. Even if they are demons. I don't want to wield a sword or shoot a gun. You know I'm bad at memorizing things, like scripture," she swallowed nervously, "and I can't summon anything either."

"You could be a doctor. They heal people."

Paku lowered her head.

"I don't think I can. I wouldn't mind being a nurse. I could help people. It wouldn't be easy, but it would mean only helping people," she said quietly. "I don't think I could even hurt a demon, to make medicine for a person," she admitted. Paku was quiet. Ariel could see a slight twinge of hurt cross her face, but to her credit, remained calm. She put her hand over Paku's shaking ones.

"It's your life. You don't have to do something you don't want to. If you don't want to be an exorcist, that's fine. You'll just have to be my best friend."

Paku let out a wet laugh and threw her arms around Izumo. Ariel just watched over her ward, glad she had someone to talk to about this. It was hard to be an angel, because they couldn't see or hear you when they needed someone the most.


Samael found himself heavily amused by the situation at hand. While his little wager with Satan was his most long running game, the promise of a change from Azazel was thrilling as well.

And the sweetest cherry on top was the pawn without demonic allegiance, Rin. From his birth to the discovery of his Clairvoyance, he was a piece in the game of life he never could have predicted.

It seemed the angels had trouble too. Despite having been so close to him.

Had one little angel gotten too close?

Metatron's emotions could be his undoing.

A full blown wicked grin came to his face as he imagined all the possibilities the situation at hand presented. How long had it been since and angel had been tempted to fall? Practically an eternity. And while he did step in to stop Metatron from a premature action leading to falling, he wouldn't do so again.

Where would the fun be in that?


Shiro was the one decided to carry Rin to the medical wing of the Vatican. Yukio had been made to turn the key as Angel watched them like a hawk. While he had less power than the Paladin, he was not an individual to be trifled with. He was the one with the backing from the Grigori after all.

Still, he couldn't help but wonder, who was Rin? A skilled sword fighter, exorcist and a playful food critic? Or loving son and brother with protective family?

The images didn't quite line up with each other and how he had met him in the dirty building. The solemn and prayer speaking boy, wary of acknowledging demons and speaking around the answers instead of the blunt behavior Angel had seen through his time at the Vatican. There were a few things he did know, without a doubt. Rin was a blessed being. He was blunt. And he had trouble admitting he needed help.

He watched as Rin moved in Father Fujimoto's arms, his head settling in the crook of his neck. It made him look younger than he actually was. It only served to remind him of the other thing he knew for certain about Rin. Despite how he acted, he was still very much a child.

Unlike Okumura Yukio.

He was the epitome of exorcist. Well coordinated, controlled, disciplined, and an adult in almost every sense of the word.

Twins were mirrors, and a mirror always shifted views.

"Angel? You're back-? Oh my-! Is that Rin?" one of the doctors spoke frantically as they entered the medical wing. Angel saw Yukio tense slightly, even if his face was schooled into a calm expression.

"This child has been hurt from a Demon King," Shiro spoke calmly, a contrast to what Angel overheard when he was speaking with Rin. "He has received field medical attention but has been brought here under request."

The doctors wasted no time in translating what Shiro was saying and led him over to the bed to place Rin down on to be looked over. Rin's breath was steady and merely looked exhausted. Angel wouldn't be surprised if there were other hidden injuries though. It was near impossible to escape a demon king seeking violence unscathed.

So... a new chapter in chaos. I found out that my cousin who lives nearby but I don't see often has tested positive for Covid.