"DAMN YOU! YOU INSULENT, PESKY, WORTHLESS, SECOND RATE, PIECE OF DEMON SHIT!" Amaimon, the demon king of earth, howled as his own inherited blue flames scorched the air, combining with Rin's sputtering blaze. "HOW DARE YOU HURT MY MEITO (Trans: mate)! YOU WILL BURN FOREVER YOU PIECE OF TAWAGOTO (Trans: shit)!"

The demon king's power snapped around him as his shard claw like nail ripped into his arm, blood spilling onto the ground, calling forth his Gheheanna gate. The large gate broke through the ground behind the low level demon that had hurt Rin.

"PLEASE LORD! I NEVER MEANT TO HURT THE PRINCE, I SWEAR! HAVE MERCY SIR, PLEASE!" The smaller demon wailed out in demon speech as the white hot flames burnt the skin from his host's body.

"Mercy?" Amaimon's normally passive face was split into a massive, crazy grin full of enlarged fangs. "I don't recognize the word." He thrust his hand out, fingers splayed, sending a wall of flames towards the screaming creature. His smile widened as the demon was flung into a world of eternal torture.

Turning away from the crumbling gate, he gently kneeled beside Rin. Rin's chest was coated in his own blood and his wheezing breath was light. Amaimon cradled his mates head as he slowly eased the boy's katana out of his upper body.

"Watashi o aishitchaikenai! (Trans: Don't leave me love!) You can't! Who's gonna play with me Rin? You can't die Rin, how is it even possible?" Amaimon felt like he could cry. He might. Rin smiled slightly with a small chuckle then winced.

"`Maimon don't want to leave you but I'm half human right now so I have to. I'm not done with you `Maimon, not yet. Give me the komo sword." Rin's voice was strong.

"Are you sure Rin? There is no coming back from this. You won't be able to see your friends, YOUR BROTHER! What about Yukio? You could never be ha-" Rin placed his bloody fingers on Amaimon's lips, cutting him off.

"They can live without me. I'm not done yet." Rin took the blade but his arm shook with exhaustion. "You have to help me Amaimon. Please!" Rin saw the battle behind his lover's eyes and gently stroked his pale cheek. Shakily, Amaimon nodded and placed his hands over Rin's. Together, they lifted the sword up.

"I'm so sorry Yuki." Rin whispered as they brought the blade down on Amaimon's knee.

And watched it shatter.