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Shura was running like a mad witch on cocaine. After hearing the disturbance that occurred on Yukio's holding cell she couldn't just stand still and follow her orders to deal with demons appearing in various places at the same time.. her heart pounding as she raced through the snow-laden rooftops. Something terrible was happening, and every fiber of her being screamed for her to get there. Ignoring the incessant vibration of her phone—an endless stream of missed calls—she silenced it entirely. Hurtling across rooftops and leaping through narrow alleys, Shura’s demon blood, a remnant of Hachiro’s contract, thrummed within her, still lending her strength despite the bond being severed. She thanked every deity she knew for that small mercy.
From a distance, she spotted the telltale blue glow—a faint, otherworldly light seeping into the cold, gray sky above the detention facility. Smoke spiraled lazily into the air, sirens and chaos buzzing like angry hornets around the scene. But then… a bright white light that somehow turns into a concrete shape, a helicopter. It veered off in a direction that felt suspiciously wrong. Shura’s instincts flared.
“What the hell…” she muttered under her breath, pushing herself harder.
Shura hadn’t climbed to the rank of Upper First Class Exorcist through politics or bribes. She had earned it through blood, sweat, and raw talent. Trusting her gut, she followed the rogue helicopter, hoping Yukio and Rin weren’t behind whatever insanity was unfolding. (Of course, she thought bitterly, knowing them, they absolutely were.)
Before she could see it, she heard it—three muffled gunshots, sharp and distinct even through the roaring wind and a thunderous boom followed, a burst of blue light tearing through the sky from the direction the helicopter was flying
It took awhile to reach it, She sped onward, snow slipping beneath her boots as she bounded from one icy rooftop to another. The storm howled around her, icy wind tearing at her hair and coat, but she pressed on. Finally, the scene came into view: her students stood clustered on the edge of the holding building, their faces pale with terror. Rin crumpled in the snow, bleeding, his body engulfed in flickering blue flames. Shima—damn that double-crossing spy—was clambering up into the hovering helicopter, and with him…
“Yukio,” Shura breathed, her stomach dropping.
The Illuminati’s insignia on the helicopter confirmed her worst fears.
Without a second thought, Shura drew her sword. “Lewin, you’d better not let me down,” she muttered, thanking the Knight for his infusion of Jack Frost’s power into her blade. She leapt from the last rooftop, slicing through the air with deadly precision.
“Kirigakure Style Demon Blade Technique: Serpent Fang!” she roared.
A crystalline shard of ice erupted from her blade, piercing the helicopter’s hull. The projectile struck true, taking out the pilot and mangling the propellers. The aircraft sputtered and spiraled, plummeting to the ground in a fiery crash. Shima barely managed to escape, black flames from Yamantaka cushioning his fall as he landed awkwardly, dragging a dazed Yukio with him.
“Shura!” “ Sensei !”
Her students’ panicked cries filled the air as she landed near Shima and Yukio. With a swift kick, she knocked Shima’s khakkhara aside and yanked the gun from Yukio’s coat.
“Both of you, stay put!” she barked, summoning an icy shield around them. “You’re not going anywhere. Not while I’m here!”
Her gaze darted to Rin. He was a horrifying sight: his flames flickered wildly, tears streaking down his face as pain etched itself into every line of his features. Then she saw it…
“No,” she whispered, horror washing over her.
Rin’s sword—the Koumaken, Kurikara—lay shattered in the snow, its blade broken and its tip buried several meters away. For years, it had sealed Rin’s demon heart, but now it was in pieces.
“Oh no no no!” That-that's the last thing that she expected to happen “Rin!”
“Don’t come near me!” he screamed, his voice raw.
The flames surged violently, forcing Shura to retreat. Rin writhed in agony, blue fire consuming his clothes and peeling away his skin like ash in the wind. His screams tore through the night, a sound that sent shivers down Shura’s spine.
“Oh, no,” she muttered, her grip tightening on her sword. “This is bad… really bad.”
She tried to douse the flames with her ice techniques, but it was futile. Rin’s fire only grew stronger, brighter, and more unstable. Then she heard it… a voice that turned her blood to ice.
“Ahahaha! Stop it, BITCH!”
She whipped her head around at Yukio's face, stunned when she saw his left eye glowing bright with unholy blue light. The iris had split, blood-red cracks running through it like burnt lava
"DON'T YOU SEE IT!? THis is MY SON REBoRN!!!" the voice boomed, unmistakable in its malice.
“S-Satan?” Shura stammered.
“Why, yes,” the demon lord sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. Blue flames exploded from Yukio, instantly melting the icy shield Shura had created.
“You puny humans should feel honored to witness the birth of a Prince of Gehenna! But nooo… you just had to MEDDLE!”
The ground quaked as the flames raged. Shura barely managed to create another ice field, shielding herself and Shima as they were hurled away by the force of Satan’s power.
“Yikes!!!!" Shima shrieking, stumbling in the hard ice of the freezing land.
"Shima! Shura!" Yukio’s voice broke through Satan’s tirade.
“You shut up!” Yukio yelled, slamming a fist into his glowing eye. “Stop hurting them! It’s enough!”
"WahAHaha!” Satan cackled, his laughter echoing like thunder. “Look at you! After all these years, that pathetic Paladin only taught you how to hurt yourself! Absolutely fitting for a coward like him… like you, four-eyes!”
Shura gritted her teeth, her mind racing. Rin was moments away from completely losing control, Yukio was being possessed by Satan that was laughing like a maniac and her students were calling Rin’s name in terror..
The chaos was suffocating, a cacophony of screams from Rin’s anguish and crackling flames that devoured everything. Their breath caught in their throats as Rin’s body was consumed by the searing blue inferno—his very essence unraveling with every flicker of the cursed flames. The heat warped the air, turning their vision into a nightmare of rippling distortion.
Shura’s eyes darted wildly, her thoughts a storm of disbelief and fury. She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails bit into her palms, drawing blood. Every instinct screamed for her to act, to stop this— somehow —but the sheer helplessness in the face of such power left her trembling.
“No… This isn’t how it ends!” she hissed through gritted teeth, her voice lost in the roaring flames and Satan laughed. Her heart pounded like a war drum, each beat a painful reminder of her failure to protect him, helpless as Rin’s body burned, his very existence consumed by his own blue flames. Shura watched in horrified confusion, unsure whether to scream, strike out, or collapse. Her fists clenched, trembling with the weight of her inability to act..