Who: Mephisto Pheles (feat. Satan) What: Counting the seconds until he can claw his way back to the surface. When: Trial Night! Where: Treachery Circle Status: Narrative, Finished Warnings:Big ol’ warning for VIOLENCE, On screen character death, necks get twisty and not in a goodway, SPOILER WARNING FOR BLUE EXORCIST! BIG ONE! Warning for like mild gross body imagery- Mephisto’s true form has clock hands through his neck idk what to say, arguments, 1,873 words of Mephisto insulting the shit out of Satan, we’re loosin’ sins this time folks, also why do I keep writing about necks?
The blue flames burned worse than he’d remembered. All he could do was grab onto his attacker’s arms and burn more. His body was rapidly deteriorating and his grip was getting weaker. Above him Satan loomed. His hands grabbed the clock arms that protruded from Mephisto’s neck. “Lies. Lies. Lies. All you ever spout are lies!” Satan was screaming as he twisted the clock arms, and consequently Mephisto’s neck. Around them the snow was starting to pick up into a blizzard, one so dark it was getting hard to see. “You dare lie to your god?! Stop talking you fool!” Satan’s arms were ripped from his grip and the clock hands violently jerked to the left.
The breath left Mephisto’s lungs as his head tilted at an unnatural angle. The running theme of his body slowly deteriorating had finally reached its conclusion- the loss of it. His form dissolved in the blue flames, scattering like ashes while Satan laughed on and on. “You should never have kept me waiting! Now suffer like I had to!” The wind howled louder than Satan’s words as the Treachery circle went dark around them.
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By all accounts I should be dead right now. As per the outcome of the blue flames of Satan. Of course, it would only be my body that I have lost, what am I saying. And regardless, this is not Gehenna in the slightest.
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Feeling nothing is still as horrendous as it had been before. This is certainly interesting to note that I have not woken up yet. Perhaps this isn’t considered suicide by this world? A pity. How long will I remain suspended here until I awake? Will I have my body when I do? That would be rather inconvenient if I did not.
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This simply gives me a lot of time to think. How exactly did my trial end in this matter? Quite frankly I haven’t a clue. Father is always so volatile. We can start with the base. I made a deal with him and Lucifer, to raise Rin Okumura to be a vessel for him. How quaint, if Father hadn’t acted without warning Rin may have accepted him. Although, I’ve never cared for his way of acting while in Assiah. Such a child, throwing his temper tantrums. Ah, that brings me right back to where I was. How amusing.
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I suppose a count will do, while I retrace my steps.
Zwölf.
Mephisto stood in the snow, watching the winds begin to whip up a blizzard. He looked down at his blackened hands, the ones he wore when he was in Gehenna. He was in his true form, rather than the body he had a long black fiery cape, akin to the grim reapers he called his kin. Embedded in his neck were the hands of a clock, one pointing out from his throat and the other from his spine.
Footsteps in the snow caught his attention. Out of the corner of his eye burst bright brilliant blue flames. “Father, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He turned to look at the self proclaimed Demon God of Creation. To his surprise Satan stood with a body clad in black robes. Two horns of blue flames adorned the top of his forehead.
Elf.
“I’d hardly call it a pleasure, Samael. You failed your race, look at the wonderful body I have.” Satan brandished his fists in prideful glory. All Mephisto could really do was look on with disinterest, “I came because I wanted to ask you a question.”
“Oh? I’m honored you care about what I think.” “Why do you choose to fight against me? Betraying your own father and your home for those… people. I can’t understand it.”
Zehn.
Satan paced back and forth while Mephisto watched. His tail was lashing back and forth. “You enjoy them? That’s it? That’s the reason why?! It’s such a stupid one!” He looked back at Mephisto, “They’re worms! Nothing but worthless worms! Less than that even!”
Mephisto grit his teeth, The nerve of him. He’s just a damned child. Understands nothing. A long sigh left him, if his whole trial was going to be listening to Satan’s tirade of angered mumbling, he’d rather be dead.
Neun.
Satan’s flames cornered every corner around him, and closed in. “You said you’d rather be dead?” He stared Mephisto down with malicious intent, “I can arrange that after the insults you’ve thrown at me.”
“Quite the contrary, I never spoke, simply thought of it.” He stood still, watching Satan intently. Of course he’d be aware of what I thought. He’s a part of my trial. “If you’re reading my thoughts now then there isn’t a need to keep them to myself is there?”
“There isn’t. Spit it out Samael. Why did you pick treachery?”
Acht.
“I loathe you.” Mephisto’s face broke out into a devilish grin, “I’ve despised you from the moment I developed an ego. The simple fact that you wish to level Assiah into a world of your own is revolting.” He watched the veins pop out on Satan’s forehead, “Lastly, Assiah will always be far more interesting than you ever will be. The chaos that they create will never cease to amuse me.”
Satan growled at him, “Enough!” The flames flared up taller than Mephisto, pure walls of brilliant blue surrounded them. Satan lunged at him, and his flames crashed down inward, threatening to engulf them both.
Sieben.
Mephisto’s back was to the flames, Satan stood where he’d been moments before. “You throw tempertanrums like a child. Here you are, throwing another one.” His smile was still plastered on his face. He couldn’t believe how liberating it was to spit it all back into Satan’s face.
“I don’t get it! You’re so damned aloof! Why would you ever care about how entertaining they are.” Satan bawled his hands into fists. His tail lashed back and forth while he stared at Mephisto with hard eyes.
“Of course you don’t understand, it’s a human concept.” Mephisto smirked, “You have no concept of what love is.” His voice was angry now, Satan was grating his nerves.
Sechs.
Mephisto watched on as Satan threw his head back with laughter. “Love?! Really?! What a stupid response!” Satan shook his head as he flashed his teeth at him, “Love’s not real. There’s no point to it.”
“To you. Yuri would have spoken differently. You’d know if her heart had ever reached yours.” His words dripped with venom.
Blue flames engulfed him. Mephisto cried out in pain before Satan grabbed his cloak. “SHE BETRAYED ME! DON’T SPEAK OF THAT WITCH IN MY PRESENCE!”
Fünf.
Mephisto grabbed his hand, digging his nails into Satan’s arm. He grit his teeth while he mustered the strength to speak. He didn’t even have his magic in this trial to fight back. It was incredibly unfortunate. “Father…. You’ll never know or understand.” He spat out slowly.
Satan growled louder and threw Mephisto across the small clearing between his flames. Mephisto hit the ground and rolled across the field while the snow started to put out the flames. He weakly pushed himself up, panting and gasping through the pain. He bawled his hands into fists as he staggered to standing.
Vier.
“I choose treachery because I’ll never follow you! Not since you sprouted to life, not since you destroyed Section 13, not since you announced your distrust of me, not since your offspring graced Assiah, and not since you took away my best friend.” Mephisto threw his hands out as he yelled, “Kill me where I stand Father because I will only ever count the seconds until I can crawl my way back! You cannot ever kill me in any way that will matter to me!”
He glared at Satan with crazed eyes, his anger fuming. The day he heard Shiro Fujimoto’s death had never left him. At first he’d laughed, there was no way in hell Fujimoto was actually dead. The old fool would never be caught in such a situation where he couldn’t recover from. He was too good at healing and too full of pure stupid luck. After he laughed he got mad, then he cried. Cried, yelled, laughed some more. The damned old man really had gone and died, and so young for a nephilim too. Amidst the mess that Shiro Fujimoto had left behind, Mephisto had been left standing alone.
Drei.
“You will never be anything to me!” Mephisto yelled as Satan lunged for him again. He could only laugh as his body lit up in flames all over again. “This is the truth of everything I have stood for! I will always side with Assiah Father!”
“Enough!” Satan grabbed the clock hands embedded in Mephisto’s neck. Mephisto grabbed his arms.
Zwei.
“Lies. Lies. Lies. All you ever spout are lies!” Satan roared in his face while they struggled against each other. The blue flames ate away at his skin, exposing the bones in his hands. Mephsito’s grip was weakening. ”You dare lie to your god?! Stop talking you fool!”
Eins.
The tendons between his fingers snapped and his muscles burned away from the bone. Satan’s arms wrenched free from his grip and violently jerked Mephisto’s neck.
Null.
Mephisto opened his eyes to the dim ceiling of his apartment. A thin ray of sunshine was streaming in across the top of it. He could feel the warmth on his chest. A small itching sensation crawled across his left forearm. He lifted his arm, letting the sleeve of his robe slide down while he looked at his arm. The mark of Treachery was slowly vanishing bit by bit, like someone was rewinding the time it took to draw it. Then it was gone, and he was left with a bare arm. Mephisto rested his hand on his stomach as he continued to stare at the ceiling.
“Fufufu…” He chuckled to himself while a smirk spread across his lips. Soon it broke into laughter, “ 143 days 5 hours 24 minutes!” He laughed hysterically and covered his face, “It took me 143 days 5 hours 24 minutes! This place is such a foolish foolish world! You wanted me to accept that?” Despite his laughter he had a heavy heart. He’d known he was destined to die from the start, why even go through all the trouble of having him make peace with it?
Mephisto swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. He snapped his fingers and was dressed in an instant. “Well, well, I suppose I mustn't wait a moment longer. I’d hate to keep you waiting dear Father.” He smirked to himself as he took a moment to look around his apartment. A small part of him would miss the quaint accommodations, but he was beyond ready to return home. He had a war to win after all.