Warning mentions of abuse, manipulation, and torture of a minor. 

Rin pov

I scream into my muffle as they inject another liquid into my arm. It burns. It feels like fire. But I deserve it. I am a monster. I a demon. Spawn of Satan. I deserve it. All of it. It takes all I can to not cry. Whenever I cry they shock me. Or they slap me. When I cry I am a bad boy. Being a bad boy means punishment. I don't like punishment so I won't be a bad boy. Once the burning stops they take a few notes and inject another liquid. This time it doesn't burn. It tingles. I feel nothing. I look at my arm confused waiting for the burning... Nothing. 

The doctors look at each other and they write down some more things in their notebooks. I am taken out of my restraints. I can't stand. My legs have been injected with the liquid and I can't move them. I beg my legs to work. I am a good boy when I can stand. I was already such a good boy today. Please leg! Work. I don't want punishment. 

"Stand up," One of the doctors hisses, they kick me in the stomach and I feel like throwing up.

"Fine then. put him in the dark cell. When he deiced to stand, tell me. I still have a few tests to run. Such a shame he was being so good today," Doctor says. 

Two nurses grab me and drag me to the dark cell. I want to protest but I can't. I want to beg the doctor for another chance to be a good boy today. I can make it! I can be a good boy! I barely have enough energy to keep my eyes open. I hate the dark cell. There is no light. It is scary. And it smells bad. And people always yell at me in the dark cell. 

Once we arrive they throw me in and shut the door. I try to ignite my flames but instead, I get zapped. I start crying. They put a power blocker on my wrist. It zaps me every time I try to use my power. They broke the thing that was holding my power source in. They call it a heart. But I only have one heart, and that heart is where my emotions come from. Not my magic... The doctors say my magic is bad and evil. They say I am evil.

My magic is blue fire. They say the blue fire comes from Satan. Satan has hurt a lot of people. I am a child of Satan. A monster a freak. 

But by doing as they say. By being a good boy I am helping them. As long as I don't fight back I am useful. 

I am a good boy. 

I am not as bad when I follow their orders. 

I am a good boy.

I crawl and I try to find my bed... right. 

I didn't stand. I am a bad boy, and bad boys don't get beds. 

Or food. 

Or water. 

Why couldn't I just stand? I could stand before... He said that when I decide to stand to call him. Maybe if I can stand I can be a good boy. 

I try to stand but my legs don't work. 

This has happened before. I have tried and tried and my legs don't work. But once I rest them they work again! 

So I wait. 

I wait for my legs to work. 

So I can be a good boy. 

I try to get up but I just fall to the ground. 

I feel like crying. I am already a bad boy. I start crying. I hear a knock on my cell door. I stop crying. The door opens and the doctor walks in with a smile on his face. He is not angry at me! 

"You did well today. Today you were able to help us find a cure for a demon course. Thank you. I am willing to forgive your actions because of how good you were. And since you were so good. We can get started on a new cure!" the doctor says happily. I smile, he is not mad at me. 

"am I a good boy?" I ask. 

"Yes," The doctor replies and I smile. I am a good boy! 

"And you would make me very happy if you could stand," The doctor replies. I frown. 

"My legs won't work," I reply. 

"How disappointing. I thought you were going to be a good boy for me. I will be back tomorrow. You can try to be a good tomorrow." The doctor replies with a frown. He walks out and the door is closed behind him.

I was a bad boy. I could have been good. He gave me another chance to be good and I ruined it. I could have made him happy. I ruined it. I am a monster. A bad boy. I ruined it. I am a monster. I made him disappointed. I could have made him happy. I am a bad boy. I start crying. No one tells me to stop. 

3rd pov

The guards listen to the soft sobs of the younger child in the dark cell. "He doesn't deserve this," One of the guards hisses. 

"Son of Satan or not he is still a child," The other guard replies. The doctor stands between both of them. 

"He is a demon. He doesn't have feelings, so don't waste your sympathy. He is no concern of yours. I have already had him for two weeks and we have already found a major cure. He has proven useful to us. If you have a problem with how things are you can always go find another guard job. You are both easily replaced," The doctor replies. In the distance, sirens go off.

The doctor runs to find the source and the cause of the sirens. 

"it's happening," The first guard replies.

 "they found it so soon? I never doubted our leader. But I think this is the fastest we have ever infatuated a true cross facility," The other guard replies. They both leave their post.