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Moments after they had spoken to God, Ritsu and Masamune suddenly found themselves in a new room. Guardian Angels were surrounding them and Masamune's eyes widened at the sight of all of the angels. He got up off his knees only to be pushed back down to the ground and strapped down. His arms were bound behind his back and his wings were tied together tightly. He looked down at the ground and saw a circle with a pentagram drawn inside it. It was a devil's trap. He couldn't leave the circle unless it was broken.

"Wait! Wait! Hold on! What is going on?! What are you doing to him?!" Ritsu protested.

"He needs to be cleansed." One of the Guardian Angels said.

"How?" Ritsu stepped forward. "What are you going to do to him?!"

A buzzer went off and the fire sprinklers went off, but instead of normal water coming out, it was holy water. Steam rolled off Masamune's skin like he was burning. Every drop that touched his body felt like a stab wound. Within only seconds, he was soaking with holy water to the bone. He began to writhe in pain, screaming and pleading for them to stop. Ritsu stared in horror, helplessly watching Masamune as he drowned in holy water. He stood there, unable to stop the angels as they held the demon down. The sprinkling water lasted only a few minutes, just long enough to weaken the demon. Once the shower was done, they brought out a table where they lifted the demon onto it and strapped his arms and legs down. The straps were made of silver with demonic engravings in them. Masamune cried out and tried to fight back, but Ritsu could just see the strength leaving his body.

After a few minutes when the water had stopped and Masamune's screams of pain had subsided, the guardian angels began to play a recording in the room. It was an old Latin chant. An exorcism.

"Regna terrae, cantata Deo, psallite Cernunnos, Regna terrae, cantata Dea psallite Aradia. Caeli Deus, Deus terrae, Humiliter majestatis gloriae tuae supplicamus Ut ab omni infernalium spirituum potestate, Laqueo, and deceptione nequitia, Omnis fallaciae, libera nos, dominates." The angel's voice chanted. Ritsu couldn't stand the sight of it. Masamune tugged at his silver restraints and screamed in agony. He didn't know why the angels were trying to exorcise a demon when he was only possessing himself but he could see the life draining from Masamune's body. He saw Masamune look over with pain in his eyes. He wasn't angry, he was just scared. His eyes seemed to cry for help but the only thing spilling from his mouth was a loud scream.

Ritsu burst forwards and shouted, "Stop! Stop it now! He's clean enough, just let him be!"

The guardian angels looked at one another and nodded. One man stepped forward and touched to top of Masamune's head with the palm of his hands and whispered another chant to himself. Masamune's eyes rolled back and he stopped moving. Ritsu's heart stopped and he looked at the lifeless demon.

"What did you do?" He paused and stared at Masamune then turned towards the guilty angel and began to demand answers. "What did you do?!"

"Calm down sir-"

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!"

"He's okay, sir, he's in a coma."

"WHY?! Hasn't he been through enough?!"

"This is the last thing we need to do."

"How is him being in a coma going to affect his cleanliness?"

"He is in a coma, but he is reliving all that he has ever done for Lucifer. He is reliving it all now that he can feel guilt and in order for him to become and angel, he must repent. He has sinned. He is sin. He must repent against his actions and learn to look away from the temptation of evil. He is evil. Lucifer is evil and for his life, he has only ever known evil. He won't scream anymore. He won't kick and punch. He will be still until he wakes up. You may stay with him."

"When will he wake up?" Ritsu asked, as the angels left the room.

"When he has seen all of what he has done." Said the last angel.

The last thing Masamune could remember was a searing pain running through his limbs and a burning hand press against the top of his head. He tried looking up to see who was touching him but before he could get a clear look, his vision began to fade and his eyelids became too heavy to hold up. He could hear Ritsu begin to shout but he was out of it before he could comprehend what was happening.

As fast as he had passed out, he woke up again, but not it the same place. He was in a hospital. Masamune stood in the corner of the room and watched as a wife stood next to her husband's hospital bed. He was sleeping and she was watching him with tears in her eyes. Suddenly, someone else was in the room. A young man, with black, tattered wings just like Masamune's. He looked to be around 25 years old. Masamune thought that the young demon looked strangely like him and the setting seemed a lot like something he had experience a couple decades ago.

"What are you doing here? Why am I here?" Masamune asked the younger man. The demon didn't look at him. He just took a step forward towards the weeping woman. "Ummm…..hello?"

Masamune tried to keep his cool as the other demon ignored him, but when he saw the demon rest his hand on the woman's shoulder, a shiver ran up his spine. He had been here before. He had seen all of this happen before. This demon was him.

"Hey….stop…" Masamune protested, knowing what would happen if he possessed the woman. "Stop it! Get your hands off of her!" He shouted, running over to push his younger self away from his victim. He had no effect, though. His hand went right through the other demon. It was a flash back. He couldn't save the woman, he could only watch. She grabbed the pillow from behind her husband's head, and with tears running down her face, she pressed the pillow to her husband's face. The heart monitor in the corner of the room began beeping, it became faster and faster until there was one solid beep and the monitor had flatlined.

Masamune stared in disgust with himself. He shook his head and walked out the door down the hall. What was he supposed to do? What was the point of this? Why was he reliving this moment in time? There was nothing he could do to stop himself.

Soon, Masamune found himself on an old empty street. He immediately found himself, he was even younger this time. There was a little boy a few feet ahead of him too. He was watching the boy with an intense stare and smirked. That little boy had no clue what was soon to happen.

"Oh God, no…..not this one...I remember this." Masamune whispered.

The little boy had to be no older than 7. He had a monster truck backpack on, and seemed to be walking home from school. His house was just at the end of the street, Masamune could remember that, but he would never make it to that front door step.

The little boy was playing with a yoyo, and was pretty good at it, when the string fell off of his finger and rolled onto the street. For a split second, you could see that the boy hesitated in taking a step into the road. There were only a few cars on this street, so he had to be fine, but it was a fast moving street and he was in a trance, focusing only on his yoyo.

"Run, you naive little idiot, run!"

The semi-truck barrelling down the street at 45 miles an hour should have stopped. The driver would have been able to see him if he hadn't been reaching for a french fry at the bottom of his napsack. The little boy still had time to get out of the way. There was a reasonable margin of space between them and he could have easily stepped out of the way, but fear had his feet glued to the ground.

"Run you little bastard!"

That margin rapidly grew smaller and smaller. The little boy's fate was sealed within five seconds. Masamune knew how this ended, but he thought maybe if he looked away, he wouldn't have to see that satisfied smirk on his younger-self's face, but he knew it was there.

The sickening sound of a loud horn and the smack of a little boy's body being hit head on with the huge vehicle made Masamune lose his lunch. There on the street, he gave up all that was in his stomach. Tears welled up in his eyes and he could almost remember the feeling of the smirk on his face from so long ago. He hated himself for that.

It seemed though, that this torture was not done yet. Masamune looked up to see that he was now in his old quarters in Hell once again. He was older in this memory than the last two, and Ritsu was there too. He was young, still had his spunk to him, and was sassy as ever to Masamune.

Masamune came into the room, covered in blood. He looked at Ritsu and shook his head. "Go start making supper, please."

"What am I, your maid?"

"Yes, pretty much. You're my assigned servant. You do whatever I tell you to do." The young Masamune growled.

"Okay, but don't I ever get a break? You've been running me around telling me to do this and that and I'm constantly on my feet. I hardly get the chance to breathe. Can't you just let me rest for a little bit?"

Masamune walked up close to Ritsu and grabbed his arm. His eyes were cold and his grip was bruising. "Listen to me." He whispered. "I am not in a good mood today. You may get away with being sassy to me some of the other days, but today, I advise you to hold your tongue. You don't want to mess with me. Now, I asked you to do something, and I even said please. I try to be polite to you and who knows, maybe sometimes you can have breaks, but right now, you don't. You are my servant, you are my slave. You will do what I tell you to do. Got it?"

Ritsu's eyes jumped back and forth between each of Masamune's eyes. He nodded and made his way to the kitchen, On his way out of the room, Masamune mumbled.

"Good choice, kid."

Ritsu turned around slowly. He looked at Masamune with narrowed eyes. "What did you just call me?" He whispered. Masamune's younger self looked back, hearing the challenge in the angel's voice. "Did you just call me a kid."

Masamune could see the fire in his own eyes and he shook his head.

"No...Ritsu no, don't you dare say anything else. He'll tear you apart if you do." He muttered to himself. "Do what he says…"

Ritsu shook his head. "Don't call me a kid. Don't ever call me a kid, I am an Angel of the Lord, I am not a kid." He fumed. The younger Masamune crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. He wasn't impressed with the audacity of the angel. "You can call me whatever you want and you can make me call you whatever I have to. I'll call you master, if that's what floats your boat, but don't you dare call me a kid."

Masamune stepped forward slowly and inched closer and closer. Ritsu held his ground.

"Get your ass out of there, Ritsu, run." Masamune pleaded. He didn't remember this ever happening but he didn't doubt that he had done it.

Finally when Masamune was just mere centimeters away from Ritsu, he smirked cynically. "I will give you three seconds to turn your ass around and walk back to that kitchen before I make you get down on your knees and pray to that little lord of yours and ask that he will save you. You will wish you had never opened you fucking mouth….One."

Ritsu was shaking but he didn't care. "Take back what you said and I will."

"Two." Masamune shook his head.

"I'll do whatever you say as long as you just take back what you said."

"Two and a half…."

"Come on, meet me halfway...please, I'm trying to reason with you here."

Masamune grabbed Ritsu by the neck with an iron grip, lifted him off the ground and threw him down on his back. Something in his wings had snapped, he could feel it.

"Three." Masamune shouted. "You don't tell me what I can and cannot do." He pulled the Angel back up on his feet. "I am your master. I am the boss of you. You do as I say. If you have a problem with that, take it up with Satan." A punch to the gut made Ritsu double over in pain. "And I can promise you I am a lot nicer that Satan."

"Stop!" Ritsu cried.

"I gave you a chance to do as I said. I don't bargain with angels. I will not meet you in the middle." He punched the angel square in the jaw. Ritsu looked back up for a second and was greeted with a fist colliding with his nose. "You are in my house, you are in my office. You are in Hell. You are a slave now."

Masamune shoved Ritsu over to the wall and pressed a hand to his neck. Ritsu wheezed and sputtered, gasping for breathe. "PLEASE!"

"Next time, when I tell you to fuck off, you fuck off, got it?!"

The demon released the angels next and threw two more punches at his stomach. Blood was starting to pool up in Ritsu's mouth when he coughed and he could feel the ruby red substance drip down his temple and the bridge of his nose. He fell to the ground and received a few more kicks and curses. The demon seemed to be finished but as he left, he stepped over the beaten and bruised angel and let his foot stomp down on one of those pure white, soft and feathery angel wings.

Ritsu screamed in agony and was left lying on the ground alone. Before the demon left the room, he turned around with a viciousness in his voice. "Supper better be ready in two hours or you can bet your sorry ass you won't be able to feel anything when you go to bed tonight."

The room was empty now with only Ritsu laying on the floor half conscious. Masamune was kneeling by the wounded angel, letting the tears stream down his face. He couldn't even touch the angle, not even to comfort him. He was useless. He was unable to help this broken Ritsu. He cried and cried, not knowing what to do.

"Ritsu I am so sorry…." He whispered. "I'm so so sorry... I did this to you, I did it multiple times, I remember now…I'm so sorry, I don't know how to help...I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry-"

Unable to do anything, Masamune just sat there in this memory, wishing he could help. Supper was never made that night and Ritsu never got off the ground, but Masamune didn't come back into that room like he said he would. He didn't lay another finger on Ritsu. He stayed locked up in his office without uttering another word to the angel he had broken.