My Human

Love 18/100

Glancing down at the chessboard that sat upon his desk, Mephisto couldn't help but glare at it. He had thought he had a plan, everything all written down and perfect for whatever came next. But every time something was starting to go according to plan, something changes and he has to deal with it. What the cultist did this time was not something anyone saw coming, and what they did was break the young boy.

He had cried for hours on end, everyone of his neighbours as well as the police outside had heard his cries. It was amazing what a cry full of nothing but sorrow could do to a multitude of people and how it could affect them, even Angel had to glance away from the boy, his face twisted into that of utter guilt. He could have stopped it, but he didn't, and now the boy was alone in the world. The exorcists and the police had tried to take him away from his parents's body, but to no avail, he absolutely refused to be moved. Mephisto ended up vouching for him, and sat there all night watching over the boy as he slept in-between his parents body. His tear stained face was a sight he never though he'd see on the normally happy boy, his eyes swollen and his voice undoubtedly horse from all that crying he had done until he fell asleep. Mephisto will get chewed out for this, but as he had stated before, he didn't do things that didn't mean something for him. If it benefited (y/n), it benefited him.

He looked like a child to the headmaster, seeking his parents warmth and protection, all while cuddling Amaimon, who was now a hamster, in his arms. Mephisto had draped a blanket over him, and didn't sleep a wink, making sure the boy didn't wake up and tried something. He has seen it before, humans so desperate and so filled with sadness that they try to take their own life.

When (y/n) awoke, it was a hassle getting him away from his dead parents. He fought bravely, until Angel held him behind, telling him to wake up and realize that they were now gone and he won't see them until his own time comes. As cruel as it was, Mephisto had to hand it to the blond, he had handled that well. Angel had held onto the saddened boy as he mourned, muttering a little prayer under his breath to comfort him. The prayer didn't hurt him, but he had to take his hamster brother and leave the room since it made them uncomfortable.

The door to his office opened, as Angel walked in. Turning his eyes away from the chessboard, the headmaster took in the bags that were under the blond's eyes. He hadn't slept at all, not that he could blame him. (Y/n) hasn't been himself since the death of his parents, and the funeral was to come in a couple of days. "You look horrible." The headmaster commented, turning to gaze back down at the chessboard. He didn't care that the blond noticed the chess pieces and their design, he could bitch and moan all he wanted, but right now Mephisto needed to come up with a plan, something that could turn all of this around so that they could finally get back at the cultists and put a stop to all of this.

"I think it's time... That (y/n) finds out about his true parents..."

This had caught the headmaster completely off guard, as his head snapped back up to stare at the blond as though he had grown two heads. Did he really say what he thought he had said? Was he finally going to confess everything? Looking away, Angel took in a deep breath, holding a melancholy expression. "Get the boy in here... When I come back I'll tell you both everything I know..." He slowly told him, turning on his heel and taking slow strides towards the door. Mephisto watched him with wide eyes as he walked off, watching him until he disappeared from sight. Mephisto sat there in pure silence for what seemed like hours, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Was Angel really going to tell him this time? No excuses? No interruptions? Nothing at all?

There was only one way to find out.

Reaching towards his cell which sat on the far end of the desk, he picked it up and quickly dialed the number. He didn't need to think hard to know where (y/n) was, it's obvious that he hasn't been attending classes or even leaving his bedroom after the incident. It only took a couple of rings until someone on the other line answer.