At a cafe in Downtown...
"And those are the terms of my offer. Will you accept them?"
"This is blackmail."
"No, this is an act of charity."
Angra sat in the chair casually, perhaps too much so, as he groaned in annoyance. His day went from a potential heavenly start to nothing short of a travesty.
Across from him the ostentatious magus known as Merlin was quietly seated there, smiling away like a goof as he gave Angra a painful reminder via waving about the broken cane. He wavered over a nearby waitress and ordered himself a vanilla latte. Of course he would order that, he was such a vanilla latte type of prick...
The fluffball was sat on the floor beside him, just staring up at Angra with beady eyes. "Quit staring at me you little shitbag", was what Angra wanted to blurt out…
"I'll repeat them for a third time, then. Third time's the charm, as they say!"
Oh, here we go again.
"To replace this magical artifact, it is not a simple matter of raising money nor acquiring materials in order to conceive and fabricate a suitable replacement. No, the law of equivalent exchange comes into play here. Thus, you will offer me something of equal value to a branch of the World Tree. Now, usually one would say "your life" here. However, I don't like adhering to cliches at all… so I'll have you join my academy. Chaldea Academy! In doing so, you will be provided appropriate accommodation and resources to help you settle into your new academic life as a student. If you choose not to accept this offer… well, I happen to know an agency that might take a more impetuous approach. Now… those are the terms of my offer. Will you accept them?"
Angra had little choice in this matter. That mention of an agency had a sinister undertone to it, despite his innocently smiling facade. Coupled with the fact that this guy seemed to be some big-shot, it made Angra extra cautious.
He had heard about types like this on the forums… they'd make an offhand remark about knowing some people that you'd think is a joke, until you don't even live to see the next day. And no one will even know you're gone…
Still, he didn't like being forced into things. Even if this was ultimately only his own fault, it wasn't in his character to just turn over and accept this.
… Then again, he could approach this differently. He was going to be given an allowance and a brand new lodging, which were already pretty good benefits. It's not like he was asking Angra to excel in his studies. He could just enjoy all the benefits of a school life without doing much of the school part.
Living expenses paid for, in addition to the possibility of being able to gaze at hotties in uniform all day long… oh yeah, the major benefit of a school life was definitely school girls!
Suddenly, this offer didn't seem too bad. Then again, it never took much to convince Angra that a terrible idea was a good idea... it was kinda second nature for him.
"Suuuure then. I'll go to your school."
"Oh? Really? Third time really was the charm!"
Merlin seemed genuinely surprised that Angra accepted so easily this time around. Emphasis on seemed. He pulled out a bunch of papers and had the Avenger sign them all. Not being one to read much, he just signed away at all of them without much second thought. When has that ever gone wrong?
"I'm glad you chose not to read through them. This would take forever, otherwise… you'll be escorted to your new home tomorrow morning, so please be prepared for it. They'll be taking you even if you aren't."
"Yeah, whatever. By the way, about my ramen…"
He was still hung up on that. The vanilla latte arrived and Merlin simply slurped away noisily at it as Angra asked the question… he was doing that on purpose. Asshole.
"By the way, be sure to take your studies seriously. Otherwise, the teachers might have a word or two with you… also do as you like with the girls. They may also have a word with you."
The hell did he mean by that? Teachers are teachers, girls are girls. This was gonna be great! They could have as many words as they like with him, it was going to change the fact that Angra was gonna have the time of his life while simultaneously giving a big "fuck you" to this jaunty magus.
Plus, didn't he just give Angra consent to do whatever he liked with the girls there? He can't go back on that now! He couldn't help but grin at the possibilities… though it clearly showed his intent, Merlin didn't seem to take notice as she slurped at his latte.
The waitress approached them again once he had finished the latte.
"How will you be paying, sir?"
"Hmm… could I pay you with a romantic, candle-lit evening in my tower, followed by some light pillow play~?"
"U-uhm… on second thought, that one's on the house."
The unnerved waitress wandered off, staying well away from the attempting-to-be-suave magus. Angra blinked. That just multiplied his lameness by a mild amount.
"Sigh, women this age aren't romantic at all. Then again, they weren't back then either… oh well. I won't hold you up any longer. I look forward to what you can bring to my academy, weakest Heroic Spirit."
And with that, Merlin left. The fluffball vanished too, much to everyone's (pretty much just Angra's) relief. What Angra can bring is havoc and anarchy, perhaps with a tinge of chaos to spice things up too. He was gonna be the model delinquent that made everyone's lives hell. That being said…
What did he mean by "weakest Heroic Spirit"? He figured it was just some strange way that Merlin was insulting with, but it seemed like something else entirely. As if he knew who Angra was…
Well, Angra knew himself pretty well. He was just some poor guy who trolled internet forums all day long and lived on a diet of ramen and bottled water. He couldn't even afford proper attire, having nothing but a bunch of red rags to wear. He only had a home because of government benefits or something.
The only unique thing about him was this weird tattoo-like birthmark… that kinda spanned his entire body and made him look like a creepy weirdo. That's how he's lived his whole life until this point, after all.
Though now he was going to school… the chances of him making any friends there were next to zero because of his outlook and attitude. Of course he wasn't even going to try in the first place, he didn't want that kinda thing anyway.
He started to make his way home as he fantasized about cute school girls… it was all to hide away his anxiety deep down within, stirred by the fact that he actually had to go and integrate with society now...
Oh well. That was tomorrow Angra Mainyu's problem. For now, he made a beeline for the store… he hadn't fulfilled today's ramen quota yet, after all!