Worthless

Chapter Eight

The next day...

"Please!" Ichimatsu wheezed, his voice completely hoarse from crying so much the previous day. He had just managed to stop himself from crying, and now, here was Jyushimatsu with the keys to his cell.

Jyushimatsu, who was sitting on a small, round wooden stool, shook his head.

"I can't take you to Satan. Not after how you betrayed us all. You deserve to be here. Nobody will ever feel sorry for you," Jyushimatsu replied sharply, yet something in his eyes clearly showed that he was concerned about Ichimatsu.

"P-please...Just let me see Karamatsu one last time!" Ichimatsu begged, gripping his jail cell bars tightly.

"I can't," Jyushimatsu replied, a short quiet sigh following as he flew up into the air. It was almost like he was rubbing in the fact that Ichimatsu could barely fly anymore. Let alone, fly straight up into the air.

A rock seemed to form in the damaged demon's throat as he fell down on top of his stone prison bench, beginning to cry. He cried harder and harder, up until the point that he was so exhausted that he fell fast asleep.