Ch. 4 Truths Torn and Remembered
The one thing worse than death is to avert yourself from it. Look straight at the people you kill; don't take your eyes off them for a second. And don't ever forget them because they won't forget you.
— Wisdom to a Female Angel and a dying Male Devil on the Shattered Plains
Oryou awoke wrapped in a fluffy red blanket. In her sleep induced state she sat upright, feeling the need to rub her eyes, she raised her hands in tandem causing the blanket to fall from around her bosom. Not the least bit concerned she continued the relieving motions. After being thoroughly satisfied she pulled the blanket up and around her in a sudo robe, gripping a part of the fluff and nuzzling the warmth beyond satisfied with the feeling. Deciding to get up and see what Dredgen had made for breakfast. Walking from the white rug that covered living room to the hardwood of the kitchen was mildly irritating and caused her to inwardly grumble. Smelling her master cooking breakfast and his coffee flooding the air of the homely space before she entered the kitchen she began to voice her curiosity about what was being cooked.
"Ne Ne Dredgen ca… Eh?" In front of her was most certainly not the man that she loved. In front of her was a fallen angel, a rather lewd one at that. She was an attractive young woman with violet eyes having a slender body. She had long silky black hair down to her hips and possessed two black feathered wings, one of which was wrapped and more like a stump. Her outfit consisted of no more than a strap that could be leather wrapped around her chest attempting to hide away her impressive chest. The straps ran around and under her massive breasts. As for her lower region, a thong-like piece held around her hips by three thin straps and sunk into the mass of her rear. She also had gloves that ran right up her arms and black high heels. She had on a white apron with the words kiss the chef embroidered in gold that she seemed to be reaching to remove before she entered only to let out a cute sound before quickly attempting to hide her wings behind her. To assuage her fear she slit her eyes only to add more to the impish fallens surmounting fear.
Forgoing the previous action to point at her. "Ehh?! Wha-what are you doing here." Raynare was quite confused and though she had known the man for only a few hours after she awoke and she noticed her wing was healing, however much slower than normal, she had not expected someone else to live in the house.
"Ehh?! Who are you? This is my house."
"Master Yor brought me here and treated me for my wing after he shot it off. Since he said that he was gonna be busy he asked if I could cook breakfast. Though I don't know how to make a Japanese breakfast well, do know how to create a decent western dish." Raynare gestured to the admittedly good looking meal resting on the table.
Oryou's nose could smell the eggs, hash browns, hotcakes, along with some breakfast meat simmering. Raynare sweat dropped seeing her apparent other host begin to drool at the table. Oryou then shook her head, quite violently and spoke in a hurried manner "WAIT, you mean Dredgen shot your wing off!" Raynare merely responded with an impish nod, which caused Oryou to storm off muttering irritations under her breath. Raynare realized where she was going and followed her into the living room and up the stairs following the stomping form of an angry blanket wearing women. "Wait! Mistress Yor, the master said not to bug him. Something about a splitting headache."
"E-hhh!" Whirling around and pointing an accusatory finger at the fallen maid. "I am not his wife or his lover" 'Yet' she inwardly thought.
"E-hhh! Im sorry, but still I don't think we should bug him. He seemed pained after using his magic this morning." The fallen briefly bowed, but running through her mind was many a lewd thought. I mean she now could have both. Her pupils seemed to have pink hearts glowing within them for but a moment. Oryou, however, was turned away.
Oryou's eyes widened and she turned and pushed the door open. A chilling mist pooled out and a cold fog hung low to the ground inside the rather spartan room with simple gray walls that were adorned with old manuscripts of magic or blueprints for something ancient and vast. Books lay in reckless abandon around the shelves, stacked on the floor and open on the desk. A surprisingly clean and neat bed also was seen. At the wooden desk stood the man known as Dredgen Yor, his broad back was to them with his long coat resting on the admittedly comfortable looking chair and a cloak hanging on the wall next to the desk. Though a glow washed the wall in terrible azure. And then Oryou knew. She saw what was ailing him. His shirt was rolled up on each arm and his brands on his arms burned with azure fire filled with ire. He had his arm clenched and was looking over a book, he then turned to both poorly dressed girls at his doorway. Both girls saw his eyes awash with darkness and a lock of his onyx hair was now a pale unnatural white. The girls also saw a massive weapon on his desk, another one of his creations with a twisted purpose, his first creation one that had a purpose as jagged as it's bloom. The thorn, in reality, burned the same ghastly blue as his brand around the gems seated on each side of the barrel. He met Oryou's eyes as he was wrapping a bandage of sealing around his hands. His hands were trembling. His fingers less dextrous, and his left finger darkened and drenched in shadows. His normally near lifeless eyes show anger and mild panic in them.
Oryou knowing what to do ran to him leaving the terrified fallen at the doorway. She went to him and hugged him causing the blanket to slip down to her shoulders, she held him there and knew rather than saw his eyes die down to gray-blue glow an. He sat in the embrace panting and with a cold sweat, tears streaming down his face silently. She did not ask what he saw for she already knew a willbreaker after all was made for killing the Heralds. Their embrace continued until the light left his eyes and he slumped forward. He whispered something inaudible to both girls could not here, but Oryou did not mind and laid him on his bed and in a show of brazen confidence she began to unbutton the dark gray shirt exposing his sweat-slicked chest for both girls to feast their eyes on. Across his chiseled feature was scarred from tooth and blade still visible even to this day. But what was striking the most was a big mark on his upper back and chest. It wasn't anything like his other scars he got from his time at war for it had been a swirling, moving black brand with scales, shifting and changing it's pattern every second in every possible combination, geometric sigils, impossible vectors, it was beyond the abstract concepts of reality as it was itself a law-bending, defying reality and space-time concept of existence, changing by his own thoughts. And surrounding it was heavy burns which were caused by his flesh burning whenever he was close to something of the essence of supernatural beings. His chest bore a slash from a previous skirmish, those wounds had not healed as they were before he had devoured an Original, Eternity, and gained its characteristics. Those scars would remind him of his life before and his burden now until he faded. In another show of confidence, she removed the blanket that was wrapped around her and threw it over Dredgen knowing that his fire would weaken as he slept.
Raynare's cheeks alighted in a faint dusting of red unknowingly gazing quite heavily at the dragoness. Fallen nature didn't quite discriminate and her instincts were almost pleading at how unfair the girl was for having a man like Dredgen and vice versa. Though she did note the pinkish-red eyed girl saying that they were not a thing, though she also saw that she intended to make it happen anyway. Not that Raynare minded sharing either of the supernaturals in front of her. 'Now that would make one hell of a threesome.' Raynare realized she was partly drooling and shook her head 'No Raynare, this not the time! We can think about a harem route later.' Raynare after her inward conversation came to with the slightly shorter, slightly more busty women in front of her.
"My name is Oryou Datenshi-chan. I know you have questions and I need to shower and get ready for school so I will answer them after." Flustered by how close the nude dragoness was Raynare tried to stutter out a reply which only got a smirk from Oryou who leaned forward and with one of her dainty fingers closed the fallen jaw causing an even deeper blush to form. "Wait I'll be back soon." She walked by the fallen and put extra emphasis to those large hips of hers causing the fallen to almost coo at the sight, before hearing a giggle from the dragoness as she closed the door. "No ecchi datenshi-chan." Raynare was now a blushing mess and her instincts were aflame and she knew that she had made the right choice in making a master-servant pact with her mysterious master.