Warning: Mentions of blood, gore and cannibalism, brotherly incest, dark depressing themes.

Notice: This fic completely ignores the anime/manga plot line. Characters are completely OOC. Excuse you if you dislike this, though.

The gun in his hand felt cold.

The floor felt cold. The air felt heavy. It was hard for him to breathe.

"There's no going back now, Yukio," Rin says.

They sat facing each other in their dorm room in the dead midnight. The moonlight shone into the windows, illuminating a soft glow, almost as gentle as a mother's hand, onto the twins as they cocked the guns in their hands.

Yukio sat in silence. He has lost his voice from crying and screaming incoherent objections at the courtroom during the day.

"We have nobody to trust. They've all abandoned us," Rin said, his eyes locked onto his younger twin. Yukio gave a small nod.

"They want to kill us. Behead us. Burn our bodies to ashes and scatter the remains into the sea," Rin continued.

"But I don't want that to happen," Rin whispered. His voice was in a soft whisper, as if he doesn't want others to hear him, although it is just the both of them in the abandoned dorm building.

"I wish we could run away," Rin says. He stretches out his right arm, hand gently caressing his brother's cheek, a thumb running lightly under his red eye. "But they will chase us. Even if we go to the ends of the world, they will never stop chasing us. Hunting us down like how they hunted demons all their lives,"

"I don't want to see your sad face. I don't want to see the fear in your eyes when they kill us, just because we are gifted," Rin removes his hand. Yukio's shoulder twitched, as if he didn't want Rin to let him go.

"This is the only way we can escape, Yukio," Rin smiles. "Astaroth talked to me. They can bring our souls back, back to home. Back to Gehenna,"

"We'll be back home with them, with our brothers, with father. I'm sure father won't mind having us there. He loved mom, anyway," Rin assured.

But Yukio didn't care. He didn't care about anything anymore, as long as he can get away from this mess, these crazy Exorcists and their Vatican. He just wanted to have a quiet life with his brother.

"I'm.. Ready... nii-san," he managed to croak out in a hoarse voice. Rin smiled and nods.

The both of them pointed the guns' edges to their heads.

"Everything's gonna be okay, Yukio. On the count of three, okay?" Rin said.

And with the third number, they shoot.

It was warm.

The brothers have never felt such warmth before. It was comfortable, relaxing. It drove all the problems away from their minds.

Their hands held, legs and tails were entwined, as they lay close, side-by-side. They could feel their warm breaths against each other. They lay in the comforting darkness, naked.

But they didn't care. They couldn't give anymore care about anything. Just sleeping like this, they loved it.

Thoughts and memories occasionally passed their minds. Warm memories of their friends, their teammates, and brothers from the monastery.

Yukio's lips curved into a small smile as he remembers the first time he met Shiemi. His training moments with Shura. Birthday and Christmas party with Rin and father.

Rin smiles in bliss as he recalls his first successful cooking. His first successful mission with his team. The class birthday party, opening presents. Playing with Kuro on the rooftops.

The brothers fall into a deep sleep as the memories were washed away, painful memories crumbles to dust, never to be reminisced again.

"Are they ready?" a low voice whispered, excited.

"They should be. They have had enough sleep for quite a while. I can feel their minds gaining some consciousness lately," another voice whispers back.

"This is a success then!" The other chipped, not too loudly to wake up the sleeping twin demons on the bed.

Two scientists walked into the wide, dim chamber. Various electronic equipment are neatly arranged, a set of computers and machinery quietly beeping in a corner not too far.

A few tubes snaked across the room and along the walls, heading towards the large, round bed in the middle of the room, its red satin undisturbed since the experiment had started. The tubes were removed from the brothers' bodies, now that their organs have recovered enough strength to support it.

One of the scientists quietly stood at the bedside. "It's scary isn't it? How they seem so innocent, sleeping like this," he says as he eyes the older brother, whose arm draped across the younger one. "When they are the heir to our fearsome Lord, the ones who will restore Gehenna to its former glory..."

His partner stood at the end of the bed silently. "Groth, it's time," he says grimly.

Groth turns his head to his partner. "Yes. Yes, of course," he giggles like a madman. Bringing out a small tube out of a pocket on his lab coat, he stirs the red concoction. He pops the lid off, hovers it above the brothers.

"A mix of blood of the innocent," he slowly tips it over, letting the red liquid drop onto the brothers' mouths. "...And of the sinned, take these poor souls as you are the monarchs, always our lords,"

He watches as the blood slipped into the brothers' mouths, their lips twitching. "And forever we shall serve you, my lords," he finishes, smirking.

Groth pops the lid back in, and a hand grabbed his wrist. The demonic scientist's eyes went wide in shock.

The older brother has woken up, and he is sitting up, his eyes peering. His other arm is still draped over the stirring younger brother.

"Val, help me," Groth calls. His partner just stood a few feet away, observing. "Val," Groth calls him again. Now the younger brother is fully awake. He turns onto his back to see his brother gripping a strange fellow in white clothing.

He seemed... delectable.

Groth thought he heard their stomachs rumbling. Well, they haven't had anything to eat for a very long time, and the nutrients they tube-fed them weren't enough.

Slowly, the older brother pulled Groth closer towards the bed. The younger one reached out to grab his coat.

"Val. Val! Help me! Get them off me!" Groth finally raised his voice.

"But you wanted to serve them, right? You were so excited for this day, to feed them the Souls' Blood. It's such an honour, anyway," Val chuckled. He watched in anticipation as his partner struggled in the brothers' grips, as it gets stronger.

Groth falls onto the bed fear over taking his senses as the brothers' shadows fall into his vision, their blood-shot eyes filled with starvation.

They bared their fangs, and bit into his neck.

"My, my, this will be tough to clean off," Val smiled, as he watched blood spilling the headboard of the bed, dripping off the silk sheets. Groth's shrieks filled the chamber, sending shivers up the spines of the lab assistants who were cowering behind Val in fear. The sound of the brothers gnawing, chewing into the poor demon's body was grotesque.

After a few minutes, the shrieks died. The brothers licked their hands and sharp nails stained with remaining blood on them. The older brother leans in closely to his twin to lick splattered blood on his cheek.

"Hey, now, don't go off being all touchy, you two," Val says aloud. The older brother turns his head towards Val, growling dangerously and baring his fangs. The younger one just stared into Val's eyes, as if to observe and analyse his behaviour.

"Do you remember your names?" Val asked.

The twins sat in silence. Val knew they were making out what he was saying. It takes time for subjects to recover basic memories after being resurrected, anyway. Sometimes it could take them a week or two to remember their name or even their language.

"I am Rin," the older said. "I am Yukio," the younger stated. They spoke in a soft voice.

Val smiled.

"Well then, Rin and Yukio. Do you remember how you died?" he asks as he kneels at the bed edge, just enough face them at the same height.

Rin stirs in his sitting position. "We shot ourselves in the head," Yukio spoke. "Wonderful, and why did you shoot yourselves?" Val asked more.

"To escape. We wanted to escape," Rin spoke up.

"And what were you escaping from?"

The brothers remained silent. They seemed to search into their minds to remember, but it didn't seem to be working. Val sighed, and sat on the edge of the bed.

"You can't remember?" and the brothers shook their heads almost innocently like children. "Well, now. In time, your memories will return," he lied. "But I want to assure you, we will do anything to protect the both of you from those people, and anyone who wants to hurt you," Val smiles.

Val took the boys' hands into his, noticing how warm they were. "You boys are very precious. Gifted and wonderful creatures. You have been asleep for a very long time, and we were instructed to awaken you," he said.

Yukio frowned. "Who instructed you?" he asked.

"Why, your father, of course," Val smiled. "And he misses the both of you very, very dearly,"

The brothers sat in silence again on the bed. Val stood, and gently coaxes them off the bed. "Are you taking us to him now?" Rin asked.

"I will, yes. But you need a bath first. You've just had quite a sloppy meal," Val chuckled. He mentioned the assistants to clean up the body later.

"We couldn't help it. We were hungry. And we didn't like the way he looked at us," Yukio said. Val laughed, "Groth has always had a thing for cute little boys. I didn't like him too, anyway. Pity he had to be your meal though, he had quite a sharp brain too," he says.

As Val lead the boys out of the lab chamber, he couldn't wait to present the boys to their family. The Lord would be very pleased with his sons finally had awaken.

The Demon Princes who inherited Satan's flames, the ones who will become the next rulers of Gehenna...

And possibly Assiah.

Val smiles.

Creepy enough, guys? Thanks for reading!