A Place...To call.. My own?

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    "It hits differently when it's your actual biological father, huh?" Itadori asked.

    Rin nodded "Yea, it did. He taught me how to control my flames a bit, and taught me how to create a portal to hell with just my flames alone" Rin said. 

     Itadori smiled "That's great! What's he like? From what I saw, he's a cool person"

     "He's just like me!" Rin said, sounding like a 5 year old bragging about how cool and strong their father is.

     Rin began telling Itadori how it went as they packed. Once Kuro came into the room and heard what the conversation was about, he just sat and listened.

    "Hey, since we call each other brothers, doesn't that make you dad's unofficial adopted kid?" Rin asked.

     Itadori shrugged "I dunno" 

     Rin shrugged as well, and they continued packing and was finished in an hour.

     Satan returned back to hell, his hair turning back to its natural whiter than snow color. Small tiny flames around him as he walked. Satan smiled, having had a good time. It was honestly surprising to him to know Rin wanted to have the title "Father and Son" so soon. He wasn't complaining though. 

     He felt happy. So he was fine with it. Once he entered his study, he just stared unamused.

    "What are you doing Lucifer?" Satan asked.

     Lucifer looked up from the paperwork that was Satan's duty to do.

     "Apologies Father, I figured while you were out teaching our younger brother to use his flames, I'd take some of the work load off your shoulders" Lucifer said, sitting up straight.

    Then he took notice of Satan's shirt.

    "One more thing Father, please refrain from tainting my image like that from the parrot rip off version of myself" He said, standing up to leave.

     "Nope, this Lucifer and I relate, so no. Plus, it's funny" Satan said, walking to his desk to sit and continue his work.

     "Fine, but do me the favor and keep that bullshit out of my eyes"

     "Then rip out your eyes, 'cause I will wear what I want" He said.

    Lucifer rolled his eyes and left. Once he closed the door, Satan flipped him off from where he left, and continued working. Then he stopped, remembering how happy he was when Rin asked if it was okay to call him "Dad"

    Satan sighed "My children are something..."

    He slowly gazed out the large window into the blood red sky with the moon as white as his hair. He stood up and walked to it, and gazed at the trash Hell he controlled. He frowned and sighed to himself.

    "Where did I go wrong?" He whispered to himself.

    He looked at the palm of his hand, where his fingertips had begun to turn pitch black. Satan felt pained, and made a fist with that hand and glared outside.

    Fuck everything... He hated everything... He hated time...

    He rested his forehead on the window. He hated time. He really did.