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[sirpheles]

The sun was just beginning to set, the school day almost over. But, after school, there was always cram school for those few students aiming to become Exorcists. Mephisto sat in the farthest recesses of his limo as it drove down the barren streets. He was returning from a council with the remaining officials of the Vatican. Of course they wanted him to return as Preceptor, there wasn’t a single soul in either Assiah or Gehenna as capable for the job as Mephisto Pheles, firstborn son of Satan.

The white-clad Exorcist whistled an old German child’s tune as he fiddled with the instruments within his transportation. It hadn’t been very long since Satan’s attempt at joining Assiah with Gehenna. Mephisto’s gaze shifted to the window and the orange sky outside. “Driver! Stop here for a moment.” The stretched vehicle came to a sudden, screeching halt. Mephisto scooted closer to the front of the limo as his chauffeur opened the door. Stepping out, Mephisto tilted his top hat slightly to lessen the glare of the setting son and gazed out at True Cross Academy Town.

“Ah~! Such a beautiful sight! Sunset; one of only two times in the day in which light and darkness are present in equal measures… If only I had a device of some sort to capture this wonderful moment for eternity!” As he spoke, Mephisto snapped his gloved fingers and a small camera appeared within his hand. “I remember a time when the only way to capture a perfect moment was to hire a master artist to paint the image.” That last comment brought a sly grin to Mephisto’s face. “A perfect moment…? Is there, truly, such a thing… I wonder.” The high-class Exorcist snapped the picture and tossed it behind him, in the direction of his chauffeur.

Mephisto’s hand sunk into the depths of his clothes and fingered his Infinity Key. His sly grin evolved into a mischievous smile before his hand swept back into the open and he spun on his heel to return to his transport. As he went, a new tune revolved within his head. “If only, if only, a woodpecker sighs; the bark on the tree was as soft as the skies.”

The Preceptor of the Japanese Branch of the Knights of the True Cross climbed back within his personal limo and his chauffeur returned to his place and continued down the path to the Academy. During the whole drive back, Mephisto sat, one leg over the other with his hands resting on his knee, and continued to sing softly to himself as he thought of what was to come.

“The wolf waits below,
Hungry and lonely,
And cries to the moon,
'If only, if only...'”