Disclaimer: I do not own High School DxD or even Devil May Cry. The only thing I now own is my laptop, which I typed up the disclaimer with, and the fanfics I have written so far. Oh, and along with the essays I recently got assigned. What a pain in the ass those papers are. Especially speeches. I hate speeches.
A/N: Hmm… this chapter turned out better than I expected. I think. This chapter basically wraps the first volume of DxD, so here we go.
Enjoy while Dante stocks up on lightsabers, give one particular Fallen Angel something big to think about, and gets into a pretty steamy situation!
Mission 1: PART 3
''I was aware that you knew about the supernatural," Rias Gremory declared. "But I never took into account that you knew your way around a fight. Especially with the arsenals you have."
Dante didn't respond as he dug into each priest's garb and took out all the lightsabers. At least with those, he won't have to stick with fighting with only a bokken. The pistols of light were otherwise ignored. The redhead took his silence as a signal to continue.
"And not only that, you aren't unfamiliar with using a sword, no matter how unorthodox it was. I wasn't aware of a style that depicts the main sword being used as a projectile. Also, now that I think about it, a sword and gun combination isn't exactly a norm among either. The exorcists we know about specialize more than they generalize."
Again, Dante remained silent. He was now taking off one particularly tall priest's clothes and mulling over it, wondering if it would do as a good substitute for his coat… before nodding in thought. He's so gonna keep it.
"So just what are you, Redgrave? A human? A devil? An angel?"
From the time she had met him until now, Dante had always been a figure that caught her interest. The way he was somehow connected to the strange reading picked up by sensors that came almost a year and a half ago, the Stray Devils that they found riddled with bullets and blunt impacts in the incoming months, his insistence that his hair was naturally snow white, his rather mysterious background, and now his participation in the raid on this chapel.
That spoke without saying, just how strong was he?
From what she had seen so far, the teenager known as Tony Redgrave held a substantial amount of power in his hands. And she's not even sure if that was his real name, despite the certificate that said so.
Devils were beings that possess greed, fulfill greed, award greed, and desire greed. And among the many things that were targeted by greed, power was the most prominent and thus, they are beings that have a particularly strong attraction to 'power'. Even if the Gremory family had been known especially for their love and adoration for their servants, they are not exempt from the innate desire for 'power' as well.
Why? Because greed, that's why. Greed needed no reason for desiring anything.
And all while Rias was talking, Dante continued pillaging the unconscious bodies.
"What are you doing here, Redgrave?" She asked again. Dante finally finished his looting and turned to her.
"To answer your question, Ria-tan…" She twitched when Dante blatantly used her embarrassing childhood nickname, not that he knew that it was, "I'm here because Ise-boyo asked me to. Not to mention, I got to fulfill one of my dreams, too."
"Is that it?"
"Yes. Do you have a problem with that?"
Rias took a deep breath, wondering if she should interrogate him now about a subject that had bothered her for many months now, before shaking away that thought in favor of another. "Yes. I do. But now is not the best time for it."
"So it's business before pleasure, huh? Alright, I can play that, too," Dante stretched his arms as he stood up. "So now that the jabronis are taken care of, let's go and help Ise-boyo."
'Boyo… that's Welsh for 'boy', I believe. Does that mean he knows about Ise's Sacred Gear?' Rias mentally wondered. "Right now, we're monitoring his conflict with Fallen Angel Raynare. If possible, I would like for Ise to handle this problem on his own. Sort it out himself, so he can move on."
Dante paused. Fallen Angel? Really? First, youkai yakuza's, then humane devils, and now this? Okay, the youkai yakuza part made sense in a way, but this one, really? Maybe he needed to find a way to stop being surprised by the small differences of this world and his own.
"I don't know what that's supposed to mean, but alright. You can sort out a lot of problems with a lap dancer. I can relate," Dante shrugged nonchalantly. Kiba coughed to cover his laugh and the black-haired girl giggled at the implication that the hunter just gave. Koneko just gave him an even more judgmental gaze. "But that also means we have ample time before he finishes his business. You might as well sort out our feud now."
He looked directly at Rias, an amused expression that still managed to express cockiness adorned on his face. He began his charade, "So why the hate, Ria-tan?"
Rias glared at him. If he wanted to bring that particular story up, then fine. She could acquiesce to that. "Do you remember? It was exactly 7 months and 2 weeks ago. Here, in Kuoh. At a video game store. You took away my precious thing." Her peerage straightened at her wording. "Even when I begged you to stop, you wouldn't. I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't remember at all."
"Humor me, won't you? Just what is it that I took from you?" Dante egged on, his expression still the same.
There was a pregnant pause, with Rias breathing in deeply… then the gates that belonged in the throat of every woman opened. It's otherwise known as the larynx, in technical terms, but we don't care for that. Rias let out what was on her mind since that fateful day, a tide of passion seeping into her voice,
"It was the ultra-deluxe rarity!" She declared with undiluted passion in her voice. "The limited edition Super Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann figurine! It is practically impossible to buy online, as exactly 50 genuine ones were ever made, and all of them were shipped to completely random locations!" She waved her arms for emphasis, "It's so rare that not a single image of it were even posted online, that I had some strings pulled in the background to get one sent to Kuoh," she finally pointed an accusatory finger at her nemesis, "but YOU had to be the one that got it!" She took a deep, harsh breath as she finished. Everyone else was either gawking at her or closing their eyes solemnly with practice.
"…Oh," was Dante's very, very simple reply. "Oh! You mean that glow in the dark figurine! Is it that special?"
"'Is it that special?'" The redhead repeated, gaping at Dante like a zealot to a blasphemer. "Do you even realize what you're saying?!"
"Ah, there's the reaction I was looking for!" He chirped, beaming impishly. "The serious face was boring the hell out of me."
Ah, now Rias was beginning to remember why she hated this guy. She absolutely hated his guts, especially when he is obviously teasing her. The audacity of this… this… heathen! He was definitely making fun of her, no 'what if's'!
No one teased her, except her brother! At least he didn't humiliate her like this!
The crimson-haired princess crossed her arms in an attempt at composure, "So what are you doing with it? Do you spend each night admiring it while laughing at the losers who never managed to even touch it?"
Dante scratched his head, "Well, to be honest, it was a pretty damn cheap thing and I didn't know what to do with it, so I've been using it as a nightlight. Pretty cool, if you ask me."
Rias froze, attempting to comprehend the farce that came out of her archnemesis's mouth. Her mind was rebooting over and over, the sheer ridiculousness of the words making the system crash each time. Finally, her mind processed it successfully… in a span of 4 seconds.
"You mean…you mean to tell me that you have one of the rarest figurines known to otakuhood… one that could net thousands upon thousands of yen if sold in an auction… and you're using it as a nightlight?"
Dante blinked. Then he blinked again. "…Well, when you say it like that, it sounds dumb."
"That's because it is dumb!"
Dante and Rias continued trading words at each other, with the latter hurling abuse at the former, while the latter's peerage began to relax as they watched the comedy ensuing in front of them. Unconscious bodies around them be damned. After some time, the black-haired girl decided that they had enough of their fun time.
"Buchou, Ise-kun is about done. You should wrap up your discussion with Redgrave-kun. Don't you think so as well?" She smiled beatifically at the hunter, who stared blankly at her, his mind still wrapped around the figurine.
"…And what's your name, cutie?"
The buxom girl blinked, before flushing in embarrassment for not properly introducing herself, "Oh! My my, how rude of me. My name is Himejima Akeno. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
Dante smiled roguishly at her, deciding not to comment on that slight mishap and instead turned back to Rias. "Look. I think I know how buying that figurine offended you, and I'm sorry. Next time, I'll take you out for McDonald's, alright? It's on me."
Rias turned away with a… a frustrated look. She definitely was not pouting. High-class devils don't pout. They were too dignified to do that. "No thank you. Ever since I met you, anything related to you has irked me."
"Fine, suit yourself. No McDonald's for you."
…
(a moment later)
"Wow. I say 'No McDonald's', and she just leaves me down there to walk back up," he grumbled as he walked up the staircase underneath the altar. The petty vengeance of girls… teenage girls… teenage devils… whatever. At least he's somewhat accustomed to it, even if he hadn't experienced it in a while. Patty made sure of that.
When he finally arrived to help, it was to see Issei deliver one final punch at Raynare, sending her plummeting through a window and ending the fight in a rather showy fashion. He'll give him a B for 'Blast!'. Then, the kid went to kneel over the nun who had been lying on a pew in front of the altar, with his peerage around him.
"Koneko, fetch that," Rias told the petite girl, who went outside to pick up the fallen angel that Issei punched out of the window. Moments later, Koneko returned with Raynare on her shoulder like a potato sack, which she promptly threw on the floor upon her return.
"So…" Dante made his way to the unconscious Raynare. "I've heard the story. Or the gist of it." He looked at her peculiarly, as if there was an untold story he was aware of and hadn't heard yet. "So this little crow killed you, abducted the Asia girl, and performed a ritual that would ultimately kill her if it had succeeded…" He turned to look at Issei. "…so, Ise-boyo. Are you satisfied?"
"…Yeah," Issei admitted. "It felt so nice, finally being able to make a clean hit and making her fly away like that…" He looked down at Asia, a scowl adorned on his face accompanied with sorrowful eyes, "…But what meaning is there if Asia could still be-?!" He stopped, not trusting his voice.
Dante kneeled beside the brunette, down to the blonde nun and began to check her pulse.
"…Don't jump to conclusions so quickly. She's not dead," he stated assuredly. Issei's head jolted up in surprise. "Just asleep. She must have been going through a lot these past few days."
"…You… You mean-"
"Yeah. Exactly what I mean."
Issei was still for a moment, before tears began to fall freely down the brunette's eyes. He gingerly held Asia up and embraced her.
"…Asia!" The notion shook the nun awake, her eyes a shade of green so bright that could only be found by those unaware of the evils in this cruel reality. The eyes of a child not fully exposed to the outside world, if you want to say so.
"…A-a-ah. Ise… san?"
Dante couldn't help but smile in slight nostalgia, if only a little. That voice. The way those eyes traveled primarily around Issei. It really reminded him of the innocence he and Vergil once had when his family was still one big, happy family, living peacefully without a single thing to worry about.
Yeah… nothing to worry about at all. No matter what people say against them, ignorance and innocence was truly bliss. You can grow without a single care in the world not knowing anything, and ignore everything that you aren't aware of that is happening around you. No weight on your shoulders, nothing to make you feel so down into the ground…
It was an experience that would then define what you'd become. What would he and Vergil have been like if Mundus's demons never killed his mother? What would happen if that innocence had lasted longer? Those were questions that could be asked, but would never be answered.
…He would like it if that innocence could continue on, though.
"…And… an angel?" The nun softly uttered when she looked around with innocent confusion, and laid her eyes on him.
Dante had to bite back a bark. An angel? Him?
"Angel, huh? If that's what you want to call me, then who am I to refuse?" He smiled as demurely as he could, if only for the girl to feel at ease.
His expression was erased when he heard a giggle. Turning, he saw that the redhead was giggling at him. A really far-out cry compared to every other scene they had together in the last couple of months they knew each other, and the one they had about some minutes ago.
"That was quite the expression, Redgrave-kun. I never imagined that the Yankee Prince could make such an expression."
Ah, never mind. He heard a mocking tone in that voice… but he could overlook it for now.
"I don't know who came up with that title, but that has to be the stupidest title I've heard," he said without a thought and rubbed his head, adopting a somber expression. "We all have some kind of things that remind us of the past or something we don't want to think about at all… some of them more than others. And this is one of them for me. Don't tell me you don't have those moments as well."
Rias's amused expression turned into one of empathy as she watched Asia begin to hug Issei back, "Yes… I suppose we all have our moments, after all." She looked at Dante questioningly, a stern and calculated gaze fixed on him unlike a few minutes ago. "By the way, why are you really here? Who are you, really? You never answered the question directly. Your skills are so out-of-place that I had almost thought you were a devil."
"And what made you think otherwise, princess?"
"All those sword of lights stabbed through you should have killed you at that moment if you were a devil," the crimson-haired King narrowed her eyes, giving Dante a very intense and calculated look. A look that he recognized as someone studying another to determine whether that person was a threat to eliminate or a benefit to take advantage of. "Yuuto and Koneko gave me the sitrep. You were stabbed from all over with swords of light. From the description, you should have been dead, but here you are, still up and kicking like nothing ever happened. You're either a very hardy human or a half-blood with a particularly powerful immunity against light."
The Son of Sparda did not bother saying anything to deny both claims.
"Either one works for me. I never really cared about what I'm supposed to be, anyway."
"Hm, I suppose it does," Rias closed her eyes while letting out a sigh. He wasn't going to answer her with a straight answer, but that can wait for later.
"Welp, my first job of today is done," Dante concluded, standing up and dusting his ruined coat. "Now to go back to my second job. That way, I can go home and sleep like a pig. You gonna wrap things up as well?"
"Yes," Rias nodded. "We should wrap this up now. Akeno, if you please."
Akeno smiled as she summoned a globe of water. Dante blinked at the sudden appearance before he shrugged at it. It was promptly dropped on the unconscious fallen angel's face, forcing her awake with coughs and splutters.
"Nice to meet you, Fallen Angel Raynare," Rias greeted the fallen courteously. "I am Rias Gremory. Heir of the Gremory estate and owner of this particular city. How do you do?"
"…The daughter of the Gremory clan," Raynare managed to put up a tough front in the face of adversity. She then sneered, "Hmph. So you think you've won? There are other Fallen Angels with me."
"Mittens, Donut, and Kal, right?" Dante spoke up, earning everyone's attention. "Yeah, about that. I might have dumped them up the creek without a paddle," he said smoothly. Or more specifically, he placed them in a specified location, but no one needs to know that. His client will take care of it. He then smirked, "Looks like you're the only one left."
"Lies!"
"Hm. Your choice."
"Grr… to think that a lowly devil with a useless Sacred Gear could…!" She then turned her anger to Issei, who had a nifty looking red gauntlet on his left arm.
"You lost, Fallen Angel Raynare, because you underestimated Ise, and because you mistook his Sacred Gear," Rias cut in. Raynare had a puzzled face after hearing her declaration. "It is not Twice Critical, but the legendary Boosted Gear, one of the fabled Longinus with the power to slay gods, the gauntlet of the Sekiryuutei."
Ise gaped. Raynare was shocked. and Dante…
He looked back and forth before deciding that he had absolutely no idea what they're talking about, or he should even care. Only that a Longinus was something pretty damn special and by the laws of cause and effect, Issei was pretty damn special as well.
"Yoho!" A voice with a hint of deranged cheeriness called out from above. Looking up, there was a priest with short white air and red eyes, dressed in clerical clothes similar to the ones the exorcists downstairs had been wearing. "Wow! My superior is in serious danger! So what's going to happen now!?"
It was only two sentences, but Dante had decided that this guy's voice is annoying. He only knew about this guy for a few seconds, and he could already tell that he talks too much. And he never really liked people who talked more than he does. So he did what he does to everything he finds annoying. He takes out his guns and shoot at it.
"Woah! Woah! Lalalalalala~!" Freed begins dancing around the bullets as the hunter continues firing at the priest on the second floor.
"Keep dancing, clown. Your role in this lil' show's already over," he said while firing. He spotted something above Freed and subtly aimed Ebony at it while keeping the arrival pinned with Ivory. Then he fired Ebony, hitting a chain that let loose once again another chandelier. The priest felt the air whistling above him and looked up to see a chandelier falling.
"Well, that's not fair at all," Freed said before the chandelier landed on him with a resounding *CRASH!*.
"Hah, that never gets old. The good ol' falling chandelier of doom. Whoever built this church in the first place is either really fancy or really stupid… or both," Dante said cheerfully, making Rias smile, Kiba snort and Akeno giggle. Raynare gritted her teeth at her last hope of leaving being snatched away once again by him.
"So with that out of the way… time to end all this," Rias announced in a cold voice, forming a sphere of crimson red power in her hand. And it had 'danger' written all over it. It looked like it can destroy whatever it makes contact with. And Dante needed the target of this dangerous looking energy alive.
He decided now was the right time to interfere, "About that… can you leave her to me? I got some business to have with her."
"And what would that be, Redgrave?" Rias questioned, the Power of Destruction still going strong in her hands.
"Oh, it's part of my second job. Just some questions." Dante walked up to the fallen angel. "So here we are again, um… Raynare. Who would have thought the next time we talk properly is like this?"
"You…!" The fallen angel snarled. "You are the one who took everything away! Don't think you can get away with just-!"
"Yeah yeah, keep talking. We can go at this all day."
Raynare growled at his interruption but kept her silence when she glanced at the Power of Destruction still swirling in Rias's hand.
"I'll be prompt, Rayray," he continued, earning another snarl from her for the infantile nickname. "Why did you even bother following through all this? I mean, really? You can find love anywhere. And yet you took it this far, trying to kill an innocent girl."
"Don't you try to understand me, human," she growled, her eyes defiant. "All of this had been for Azazel-sama. I had been promised so many things, and I was so close to accomplishing it."
"Alrighty then. So you killed with a purpose." His eyes glared into the fallen's. "Then why didn't you just kill Asia the moment she came to you?"
"…!" Raynare was stunned into silence, and began frowning even deeper. There was a waver in her haughty aura, as conflict began to surface on her face. All the other present devils, especially Issei, were paying more attention to the interrogation than they had before Dante popped the question.
"I've already heard the story. Asia came to this town a couple of days ago, and during that time, you had all the time then to extract her… Sacred Gear. Why didn't you do it then? She came to you on a silver platter, so it should have been an easy task to remove it. You're not lazy, that's for sure. So what's the deal? Did you sympathize with her?"
"…Shut up."
He kneeled down to look at Raynare at eye level.
"Or did some pesky kindred memory stop you from doing it in the very beginning?"
"I said shut up!"
Dante shut up like he was told but for other reasons. He was beginning to emulate his brother. And he absolutely disliked acting like his brother. Sticks up the ass had never been cool at all.
He sighed as he stood back up. "I got more questions to ask you, but that can wait. Or not. Cuz right now…" He took out Ivory and brandished it at her head. Everyone else widened their eyes in surprise at the sudden action but did nothing to stop him. "You're gonna be judged right now."
Raynare defiantly stared into the barrel. "You think a lowly being like you can judge me?"
"To be honest, I don't give a flying damn. Hell, if we weren't all tuckered up playing Batman and Joker right now, I'd have asked you out for a drink or two. Get piss drunk and knock out in a fountain or something. Wake up in the morning and somehow wrap it up with a happy ending," he admitted easily, ignoring the sudden sharp gazes at his back. Raynare flushed at the blunt admittance but otherwise kept her angry glare. "But then this happens… turns out I can be an executioner if I want. Recite some Samuel L. Jackson one-liners while I'm at it."
He tilted his head, "…But who said I was gonna be the one that judged you?" The fallen blinked. Dante turned to Asia, who was now widely awake and blinking at what was happening before her. "So what will it be, Asia?"
"E-eh?" She stammered when all attention focused on her.
He stationed his eyes on Raynare, who glared back. "Raynare's fate now lies in your hands. My gun is pointed, my sights are trained, and my magazine is fully loaded, not that he needs it. The slides have been pulled and the safety removed. But…" He looked Asia straight in the eyes. "You alone decide whether the trigger is pulled or not."
"Redgrave-kun! What are you—!" Issei rose, but was interrupted.
"Don't interfere, Ise-boyo. Why do you think all this happened? Who was it that caused all of this? What is it that caused you to become a devil in the first place, now that I think about it? And why is Asia here to begin with, with a sob story like hers?" Issei didn't look like he had an answer, biting his lips down and looking at Asia, "You've satisfied your turn. Now, it's Asia's turn."
"U-umm… what are you going to do to Raynare… sama?"
"It doesn't matter what I'm going to do. What matters is your choice. Do you hate her? Do you want her to die? Do you want to inflict the pain she had to you on her?"
The nun looked conflicted for a moment as she looked at Raynare. Only after a few seconds, did the silence begin to take its toll on Raynare, as fear and resignation begin to etch itself on her. Dante stared at the blonde nun as a resolute expression appeared on her gentle face. Everyone watched as she made her decision, as the hunter slowly turned his head back towards the Fallen Angel on the ground.
And so, the show came to an end.
[Dante's Apartment]
(next day)
She woke up with a sudden jolt, causing the load of migraines in her head to hurt even more.
…It had to be a dream. That one night with her mind almost being pushed to the point of insanity, getting punched by a low-class devil that held the Longinus Boosted Gear all along, being cornered by all the devils and then getting interrogated by the bastard that was responsible for almost making her go insane…
It all had to be a dream. There was no way that filthy low-class devil could one-up on her. And there was absolutely no way the asshole that took everything from her could taunt her like that.
It made sense that she had one hell of a migraine. And that's not all of it.
It was also one of the dark secrets she had never revealed to anyone, not even to her friends. Each morning, she has the cognitive ability of an alcoholic who apparently decided that he did not have enough alcohol in his system to get it running and promptly drunk himself to sleep. Thus, the hangover-like condition she woke up with every day. And each time, she did one particular morning routine and the migraine disappeared like it was never there.
And so, she got out of her futon with the grace of a drunken sailor and stared down halfheartedly at the gown she was currently wearing… before completely dismissing it with the vivid and distant thought,
'I really need a shower.'
In her drunken-like stupor, she didn't think about why her surroundings are so different. She continued trudging her way towards the door, trying to find the god-forsaken doorknob through half-lidded eyes. As she wobbled her way down the unfamiliar hallway towards the bathroom, she didn't bother to register the sound of running water and opened the door. With blessed ignorance, she casually unbuttoned the gown she was wearing, revealing her ample bosoms to the world in the room, and turned to face the blurred shower stall.
Lo and behold, there was someone in the shower.
Ignoring the little voice in her head screaming at her to look carefully, she stared at the white-haired figure that stood with his back towards her, exuding a presence that screamed sexuality. Water flowed down his snow-white hair, down his muscular, well-built back and shoulders and his perfect butt. He stood there like a present for her to play with; the only thing missing is a ribbon on top. Or anywhere, really.
'There is no way something like this could actually happen,' she concluded, before deciding to sail into dangerous waters, walking into the stall and up to the figure. He turned around, showing her his abs and chest, so perfect it was as though God himself chiseled it. She didn't stop herself when her hands strayed towards his chest to rub it. It was… very tough. And that was only part of the reason why her entire body began to tingle.
Her eyes had strayed down to a place that was more… gender-specific. Down at his… his… Oh my. Obeying her body over the voice in her head, she reached down.
A lecherous giggle escaped her mouth as she began caressing his nether regions.
"I always knew you had amorous thoughts about me, but I never knew you were this bold, Rayray."
Something about that voice made her pause for a moment. That voice… that annoying, irritating, smug tone… That nickname that was used just…
Her eyes began to widen and lose their dim as realization began to settle in her mind, which now began to register the screaming voice that had been in her head since she walked into the bathroom. Oh no. Oh no. No. No. No! All of this was definitely a dream! Apparently, she had walked into the shower with the asshole, and she was currently on second base with him. And she was enjoying it.
This had to be a dream!
…
…Is it?
…
…
…
…
…She sincerely hoped it was. His middle leg felt really nice.
…
"You know, if you really wanted to get on to the hanky panky scene, you could have just asked."
…
Oh God, it's not a dream.
…
(meanwhile…)
The blonde-banged man stood in front of the door that led into Yorozuya Dante's office. He was wearing a grayish navy blue yukata paired with geta sandals. He had an average build with black hair and goatee, but what stood out from midst his hair was his golden bangs.
From those traits, it's obvious to say that he's a foreigner. What made him look special besides those traits though was the way he made his appearance. There's the delicate prince-like appearance, and then there's the tough, bad guy persona, and this guy embodied the latter. Hell, he represented it.
Blonde-banged bastard, indeed.
Anyways, it's been a while since he's visited the kid. Indeed, the last time they met up had been in Kyoto, and it had been one of the most outrageous, stupidest, and funniest nights he ever had, not counting that one orgy fest he had centuries ago. It was a clusterfuck of epic proportions, and nothing could ever top that night 4 months ago. And if the kid planned on doing one of those trips again, he's so gonna follow him. Interesting things tend to happen around interesting people.
Aside from all that though… honestly, the kid intrigued him. After all, what was more interesting than some teenager suddenly appearing out of thin air – and not only that – from a rift forming in the Human World about a year and a half ago? Surprisingly enough, it's the fact that the kid didn't even have a solid fact about the supernatural at first, despite being supernatural himself.
Plus, he had an otherworldly power that was unfamiliar to him. It's not a Sacred Gear, that's for sure. But he was a researcher by nature, and it would be unlike him to not try and attempt to try and find out about it.
He was about to knock on the door when the sound of shattering porcelain welcomed him instead.
"Oi! Watch it! That bowl cost a good amount of yens right there!" He heard the kid shout out before another shatter came as a reply.
"Then don't dodge! Bowls are going to be the least of your worries when I'm through with you, bastard!" Ah, and that should be… Raynare. Yup. That's her. Look like Dante succeeded on his mission after all.
He had known that Raynare and her… colleagues and or friends were going to do something stupid and had his reasons for believing that. He certainly did not order an extraction of a Sacred Gear, nor did he order the execution of a Longinus-class user. That's a very big waste right there.
What concerned him though was how someone had twisted the orders he gave them weeks ago. This had been a problem, and if he had made a move outwardly or aggressively, it would be on the tabloids about how the Governor of the Fallen Angels couldn't even reign his own subordinates.
Gossips were one thing, but they were primarily connected with reputation. And for high-ranking beings like himself and the Maou's, reputation was a very important asset. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they depended on it. No leader would like to be looked upon with condescension by their peers and believe it or not, people tend to believe in gossips more than they do with legitimate research and plain common sense.
So what did he do to keep his rep intact while doing something about it? He called up Dante.
And what a surprise, he finished it in a few days.
"So you walked in on me showering… so what?! It's not my fault you so happened to walk into the shower! Not only that, you rubbed my chest and gonads! Willingly, I must add! I should be the one feeling violated!"
"That is not up for debate!" More sounds of shattering bowls made their appearance.
"Fuck! No double standard, my shiny white ass!" The man snickered at Dante's outrage. "Plus, I saved your ass yesterday, and you repay me with a bowl in the face? That seems a tad unfair, don't you think? And where's my thank you lap dance?!"
"Thank you this!"
"Oi! No light spears in my house! I live here!"
More shattering came, along with an indignant cry of 'Hey, watch the pizza box monument!'. The man began to chuckle heartily. Should he interrupt this little bonding moment, or should he just stay back and watch what happen?
…Yeah. He could come back later.
Still chuckling heartily as he descended down the stairs, he took out a leaflet with a red occult circle drawn on it. Underneath the circle was written, "Your dream will be granted!"
He supposed that he got some time to kill. Aside from Dante, there was someone else in this city who was just as interesting.
Mission 1: END
A/N: Ah, well. I ain't got anything to announce except that the poll in my profile is still open and… yeah. I need sleep right now.
So review! Comment on the scene Dante managed to get himself into first thing in the morning! And review again!
*LAST EDITED: 5 OCT 2018*
-DarkAkatsuk1
