Hey There Demons, It's Me, Ya Boy

23: Wait, What?

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"We... We defeated... him...!" Solomon wheezes.

The sorcerer drops to his hands and knees in exhaustion, never had he had to physically work that hard before in his long life.

Diavolo was slightly out of breath, only due to the fact he's been running here and there to catch you whenever you fell out of the BDA only to get sent flying again. Diavolo-ironically-says a quick prayer to the Misguided Soul in sympathy that it never comes back or gets reborn.

You were... not doing so well.

Every muscle in your body was sore after being ruthlessly and continuously attacked, and you're pretty sure one of your ribs was broken.

(At that thought, you get a pleasant flashback to when you first broke your rib. It was actually when you met Inosuke, he kicked the shit out of you and broke your upper right rib. It was just one, but it was such a bitch to bite back the tears of pain.)

Not only that, you had to get uncomfortably close to Yahaba despite an arrow basically piercing your abdomen in desperation to push you away. Nonetheless, you forced your broken blade to his neck and decapitated him.

"Who cares..." You mutter quietly, glossy eyes never leaving the broken object in your hands, "That's the only demon we'll ever kill now..."

Solomon swallows his guilt down, opting to look away silently in fear of making things worse if he were to say something.

It's not like you really blame him, though. Just because you told him how to use it doesn't make him a sudden sword master. Even you had lessons from your friends before you actually used a katana, Solomon just had panic.

Still though...

The bright orange blade that faded to yellow with a stark contrast of the grey cut on top felt almost mocking. You almost expected it to return to its original dull grey the moment it snapped in two. You were lucky enough it was still long enough to cut the monsters' head.

Diavolo walks to your sulken figure, kneeling down by your side.

The redhead puts a hand on your back, "[Y/n], it's going to be alright-"

"-Shut up!"

If Lucifer could hear you, he'd probably kill you on the spot. Solomon freezes (in fear for you), both he and Diavolo stare at you with wide eyes. Though to Diavolo, this is the second time he's seen you so vulnerable.

"It's not going to be alright! This was all I had left of him! I can't just-I can't see him again to ask for another one! This is it! This is all I have left!"

Your nirichin blade was Gerik's, your haori was Miku's.

Tecchin said himself that sword-smiths aren't (basically) allowed to forge swords that are able to break so easily. What did this mean for Gerik's skill? Was this an insult to him?

There's no way Gerik would make such a weak weapon. Would that make it Solomon's fault it broke? Your mind wants to blame it on anyone but Gerik, but you don't feel good blaming the sorcerer.

You can only blame yourself, right? But how is this really any of your fault??

You're so conflicted, your heart hurts!

"This is all I had of him... Gerik..." You couldn't help your emotional self, of course you start to cry, "Gerik, I'm so sorry..."

"[Y/n]..."