The voice grew clearer, pulling at something deep inside Rin's chest. The smoke swirled again, shifting until it took form... tall, broad shoulders, red hair flowing like flames, two curved horns curling above his sharp ears and his glowing crimson eyes,
Rin's own eyes widened. His breath hitched.
"...Asmodeus."
The demon smiled, almost tender.
"You finally remember me." His voice carried a strange warmth. "But you didn't answer me, Myung."
That name again. Rin's hands curled into fists. "...Why did you call me that? How do you..."
Asmodeus stepped forward. The fog parted around his boots as though it belonged to him. He reached for Rin's hand, grasping it firmly. "Because that's who you really are." His fingers were warm, his grip tight. "Tell me... do you know who I am to you?"
Rin yanked his hand back.
"Don't touch me. Why are you here? This isn't your place. It's not even your body."
The demon only grinned.
