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Refugees

[Chapter IV]

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"..."

Roygun fell silent, and Issei would have learned something new about the unconscious woman previously dressed in maid outfit if Roygun had said a word after 'where can I even begin'. Earlier she closed her eyes, leading Issei into thinking it was just her trying to recall the events of the past. Then her head started lolling to a side, then to the other, then to his shoulder, where she then stayed there for a good minute.

This would have been impactful if she had actually told him anything. Apparently she had no idea where she should begin that she fell asleep instead.

Issei could feel the rigid texture of her horn poking the skin of his neck. He debated whether or not he should wake her up so she could tell the story since she did give him the impression of a person who had been overworking - basically nearly everyone he walked past in the last thirty minutes. That, and because Roygun was an undoubtedly beautiful woman - basically every female he walked past in the last thirty minute, and it wasn't everyday he got the chance to experience how it would feel when a girl rested upon his shoulder.

But this was not genuine, and he'd rather have the genuine one.

"Doctor." He said in a semi-loud voice, shaking his shoulder and poking Roygun's hand with a finger. "Wake up Doctor."

Her eyes fluttered open. "...Hmm...? Yes?"

"How was the operation Doc? Will my father be alright?"

"...Operation…? Wait… where am I?" Her green eyes fluttered once, twice, trying to regain every life as possible as she struggled to remember her last operation. Which didn't make any sense, because she wasn't a surgeon to begin with. She seemed to recollect everything once she stared at the plain-faced young man and the woman on the hospital bed, straightening her posture.

"...Ah, sorry did I fall asleep? Where was I?"

"You were at 'my oh my, where do I even begin?'." Replied Issei with a very flat tone compared to her more femininely fluctuating one.

"Is it? Dearie me, you would think being a Devil would grant one the ability to remain awake for weeks if need be. Evidently not." Ending her sentence with a light chuckle that contained big ara ara energy, Roygun stretched her hands up as she let loose of a yawn that really sounded like a yawn instead of a questionable yawn that was more of a moan like in every anime Issei had watched.

"Anyway… Thank you for lending your shoulder - as briefly as it was."

"I should be the one thanking you really."

Roygun's green eyes glimmered with amusement as she gave him a narrow smile.

"Silly boy, a risky game you play; trifle with a Devil. When oh when will you humans learn, mhmhm…"

Right. This was a Devil he was speaking to. No wonder she was effortlessly seductive. Was that a racist assessment? Do Devils care about human stereotypical thinking?

Either way, instead of saying it as a joke, maybe he should have gone all the way so he could embarrass himself and cringe about it in the foreseeable future where he remembered this moment.

"So where was I anyway… at the very start? Was it?"

"Sorta, yea."

"Well then let's see if I can remember… When was it again… five to eight years ago? And was it a grim and dark stormy night?"

Break

It wasn't a dark and stormy night, though it was indeed a grim one.

In fact, it was the brightest night she could remember.

Roygun Belphegor, the Lady of House Belphegor, stood upon the ashes of what once was the impenetrable fortress of Lucifer, taking in the result of carnage-filled weeks. Black bricked walls as tall as a skyscraper, now nothing more than a mere collection of rubble, littered with parts of thousands of dead Demons and Devils alike. She saw her men and her allies' men helping one another. Some cheered for the end of the battle, some wallowed in tears as they held their brothers and sisters in arm, some that lied dead in their cradles.

It was a gruesome and a particularly tiring battle, Roygun realized, as her feet seemed to suddenly remember she had no strength left to stand. She gripped tightly on her glaive to prevent herself from completely collapsing, just so she could marvel upon the sight a little bit longer.

When else could she see a burning capital owned by Lucifer?

Lucifaad, the stronghold and ancestral home of the feared House Lucifer as it had been since the day of the Fall, had fallen.

Fires licked the dark purplish skies, ashes traveled to regions far and wide. In the end, Lucifaad burned just as ordinarily as all of the other castles she had seen razed.

"I guess that's that." She muttered. To no one in particular, really. "It's over."

It took ten noble Houses to band together to take down this mammoth of a stronghold, and not to mention to take on the Devil, Rizevim Lucifer, himself. Being the Lady of her House, Roygun had little to no interest in conquering others, but if it was to ensure the potential destruction of her House driven by the Lucifers' thirst for territory, then she had no other options to start with.

Along with a slew of other minor houses, She was tasked to secure the back, or rather, the gates of Lucifaad, to ensure no other noble Houses would try to take advantage and ram them in their behind while they were busy by trying to lob Lucifer's head off his neck. She and her men had done just that.

And now she wondered, what's next?

The Coalition was anything but permanent; this was a fact she knew from the beginning. Once the Tyrant was dealt with, these nobles would no doubt try to take the seat for themselves. A couple years of 'peace', sure, but after that? History will repeat itself, and she had no interest in it.

But it seemed she would not be granted the luxury of choosing once again, as she looked around the debris, only to find a handful of her men still alive. Most were injured. Many were missing an arm or a leg or an eye or all of them, rendering effectively incapable for any future battles her House would have to partake in.

She let out a sigh. A tired sigh. They won, but she felt like she won only to lose.

Then again, nobody expected the Lucifuge to guard the gates when they were expected to defend Lucifer as his personal bodyguards, and nobody expected a Demon Incursion happening at that very moment. It was as if the entire Hell knew what was about to happen, as if the Demons suddenly regained awareness that their 'Master' was in danger.

She knew they won the moment the Demons retreated to the wherever depths they came from.

Huffing, she slowly staggered her way to a burnt down tree, where some others were already there, resting or dead.

Hell, she might be dying herself. Fighting Demons was nothing like fighting another Devil. Demons almost had no concern for their wellbeing, and would charge at you even if it would cost them an eye or a puncture to their ribs. And with their seemingly endless hordes, getting overwhelmed was a sure ticket to death.

Using her bloodied glaive as a walking staff, Roygun groaned as she slid down against the bark of the tree. Bad idea. She was instantly reminded those damn Demons chewed off her wings.

She winced, but it was too tiring to do anything more than wincing, so she sucked it up and sat down nonetheless, lying her back against the tree even though it felt like she was being whipped.

To her left, resting, was a woman just as beaten and bloodied as her.

Grayfia Lucifuge.

If not for Demons not knowing which was their foe or friend, one of them might have faced each other in battle. But no, they ended fighting not for Lucifer or for the Coalition, but for their own life.

"That was one fantastic battle was it not?" Roygun said with a joking tone, resting her eyes, unable to care if Grayfia was about to slit her throat in this moment of obvious weakness. "I'd have none of the same anymore, thank you very much…"

Grayfia said nothing. Well. The girl was known to keep her mouth shut whenever wherever. Roygun had met her several times before the war. Most of the time the girl was sent as an envoy, declaring whatever Lucifer wanted to declare to any of the minor Houses residing nearby his territory. She really was more like a tax collector, really.

Getting no reply was expected.

Getting one, however…

"Where do we go now, I wonder."

She heard Grayfia muttering those words. Perhaps she finally felt like making an actual conversation with her.

As for the answer? It was obvious. As Lucifer's bannermen, being defeated meant her House was bound to serve another, and to be stripped of their nobility. The entire House that had existed and served the Lucifer for thousands of years, degraded to nothing more than mere servants. Reality sure could be cruel.

But since that could and had happened to every other House, reality was pretty fair. It gave no damn how great their House was.

"You still could make it if you run." Roygun flippantly suggested. "Who knows. Sneak to Earth. Be a nurse or something."

"I won't abandon my family." Grayfia replied fiercely. Well. As fierce as a woman with a hole in her stomach and gashes all over could muster.

"Ah right, forgot you still have those." Roygun wisecracked. How very nice for her. But maybe not. Roygun was no stranger to losses, having lost both of her parents in the wars before that resulted in her being the youngest ruler of her House at the age of fifteen. "Well then. Where will you go indeed."

And just at that moment, they heard loud cheering coming from way ahead from the two. Cheers of the winning men, shouting praises and glory as the freshly decapitated head of Rizevim Lucifer was being paraded down the streets. It was Lord Bael who held the bloody head, the man who arranged the Coalition Army as well as its de facto leader, and behind him were the band of powerful Devils who enabled him to carry that head; Sirzechs Lucifer, Diehauser Belial, Ajuka Beelzebub, and Serafall Leviathan.

Roygun snorted. "Well, well. If it isn't the Heroes. I wonder for how long they'll stay like that before they start stabbing each other in the back. Or planning to. Look at that Bael guy. Didn't even bother to spare a smile like this all was nothing to him. He'll be going places, I tell you."

"As he may."

"...What kind of a dry comment is that?" Roygun laughed. "Then again, I suppose there's nothing much you can smile about either. Oh hang on, think those are your family there."

And they were. The unmistakable greyish silver hair of the Lucifuges, all hung low, likely from the embarrassment for failing to protect their lordship. Roygun wondered which Family they would serve next.

Apparently, no one.

As soon as they were carried to a field, while everyone ignored the strewn about visceras of both Devils and Demons, Lord Bael unceremoniously unsheathed his sword, and lobbed the head of Lord and Lady Lucifuge all in one swing.

Their lifeless corpses thudded to the cobblestone street, as the cheer of the soldiers grew louder and louder, shouting 'Death to the tyrant and his cronies' over and over again.

"Oh." Roygun didn't expect that. That was the most disrespectful execution a noble Devil may have; executed in the middle of nowhere. Not in the town center where they could face death with honor. Not in a battle against insurmountable odds. Just a simple decapitation akin to the punishment of a lowly thief.

"I'm uh… sorry."

"...It is as expected." Grayfia sighed. There was defeat in her tired voice. "Duty binds us. Death sets us free."

That was such a badass comment that Roygun couldn't think of anything else to say as she watched the immovable Grayfia Lucifuge walk towards the execution, a hand clutching her side, unafraid for what fate had for her.

Roygun managed a cheeky smile, an impressed kind of smile. What a lady, she thought. If only they were on the same side, then perhaps things could have ended differently.

Or she would be joining the headless gang.

On second thought, she was fine with being on the winning side.

.

.

.

Three years later, they met once again in battle.

Once again, they were on the opposing side.

Except this time, she was on the losing side.

This time, it was her castle that was razed to the ground. It burned just as bright.

"I'm sorry." She heard Sirzechs Gremory say to her, towering against her bruised and maimed body. This Crimson Devil bastard really did a number on her. "This is under an order. Uncle's order."

"Yeah, yeah… that damned Bael had to have everyone kiss his feet don't he? Dammit, I thought I was going to outlive you. Damn you Sirzechs." Roygun coughed out some blood, crawling her way to a small stairway that would lead to her throne. "But no hard feelings and such and such… would you mind…?"

Sirzechs Gremory nodded, and carried her to her throne, where she could sit comfortably. Standing somewhat behind him was Grayfia Lucifuge, dressed in a striking white and dark blue maid outfit.

"Well. So we meet again… Nice... dress. How many families have you served since we met?"

"Three." A short and straightforward yet expected reply.

"That many hm…? Houses fall and rarely rise, I suppose. How does it feel to be on the winning side this time?"

"It's not disagreeable."

"Hah… 'not disagreeable'... you have a way with words, don't you lady." Roygun chuckled, the taste of copper growing more and more apparent in her mouth. She then looked towards Sirzechs Lucifer. "Did we at least fight well?"

"The fiercest my men had ever fought." Sirzechs said with respect, though Roygun doubted a meager House like hers would pose any threat to a Gremory.

"No need to be courteous to me you brute." Roygun laughed, nonetheless appreciating his words, accepting that they were only consolations. "Go on then. Finish me off. I'd rather die free than live under someone else's boots."

She had no idea how much of her words left an impression under Grayfia, who of course still said nothing.

Sirzechs Gremory conjured a blade made of the fearsome Power of Destruction, and Roygun closed her eyes, resigning her fate, wondering where she would go next, or if death really was the end of it all. No more good wine to be had, no more late night snacks, no more making her men laugh because of her unexpected offhanded jokes, no more nursing them before they die because she was just looking for an excuse to feel some sort of a family bond, now that she was once again without one.

"...You should leave."

"Hm?"

"You should leave."

"I'm sorry, what?"

Roygun opened her eyes only to find Sirzechs had disintegrated his spooky blade.

"His order is to destroy your House. It's been destroyed."

"And where will I go, you fool." Roygun jeered, almost feeling insulted. "Walk around Hell until my feet are calloused? Or be bitten by rabid Demons to death? Grant me a favor and finish me off this instant. Living here is getting tiring."

"Then live some place else." He said, just as he created a swirling portal out of thin air. This goddamn Devil just liked to show off, didn't he? "I have… associates on Earth. They will find you."

"You what?"

"Azazel. He's living there peacefully. Don't bother finding him, because he will find you first. I can't guarantee what kind of life you may have there, but it's more peaceful than how it is in this place."

"Azazel? The Governor?" Roygun didn't bother hiding her shock. "My, my, full of surprises aren't you? You'll be killed if you were ever found out about this, you know."

Sirzechs smiled. "They can try."

"Bah… you showboat."

"Or do you want to stay here instead and help me? I want to end this. All of this endless bloodshed. My only struggle is to find the moment."

"How very aspiring of you. But that's expected. And no…" Roygun coughed again. Darn, just how much blood was she going to lose? "In all honesty, to hell with this hellhole…"

Break

"...and that's when I fainted. When I woke up, I was here right there, sleeping on that bed." Roygun nudged towards the bed where Grayfia slept. "He really wasn't joking that Azazel was going to find me first."

Issei nodded to show he was paying attention. Externally, at least. Internally, though, he really was trying to get rid of the image of her wings being ripped away by hounding Demons.

"If you were still awake, would you do it? Would you have gone here?"

"'Course I would. Don't be silly." Roygun chuckled softly. "Losing my men is regrettable, but that doesn't mean I suddenly don't want to live. And living on Earth? That's too good of a chance to pass on. I've hated Hell since I was just a little girl with a cute straight bang. There is nothing good in that wretched place."

"Goddamn." He blinked owlishly. "Every time I hear stories about Hell, it just keeps getting worse and worse. Will there ever be a time out?"

"Hah! I wish. ...I wish." Roygun hummed. "It is what it is, sadly. Humans get saved twice, but when it comes to the 'Evil' that is the Devil, there's no forgiveness. Always the one to play favorites, that bearded old man you people call god. Very proficient in overreacting over silly little things; you'd think he's a woman."

Issei laughed.

"You wouldn't mind if I go on a little… tirade, would you? Are you Christian, by chance?"

"No. I used to be Shinto… Shintoist? Until I reached the age of reason."

Roygun craned her head backwards and laughed with full satisfaction.

"Admirable. So let me begin… Who would lose their mind over a fruit? Men wouldn't care. The sane ones wouldn't, at least. At most you'll be given a slap to the hand, not be cursed down to his very last generations, all because you ate a fruit from a tree with a big sign saying 'Don't Touch'. Not very subtle is it? It's almost like he's the one tempting the humans."

Issei tried to contain his laughter. He failed. At best he minimized it to a snicker by covering his mouth.

"Why not put it on top of a high mountain or a long way off? Perhaps surrounded by rivers of hot boiling magma instead of translucent rivers. Makes you wonder what he's really planning."

After a while, Issei settled down. Roygun had enough satisfaction in humoring this human about the strange decisions God had made. For now.

"Not much sympathy for God there, I'm guessing."

"Hah— not at all. It's his fault creating the humans the way they are."

"So… this Sirzechs dude seems rather cool with everything. Then why is she here?"

Roygun shrugged. "My guess is what happened to me happened to him, and him being him, he saved her instead of letting them fall together. I've known him since we were both runts. That's likely what he did. Must be strange hearing a Devil can be that considerate, is it?"

"Sorta, yeah. Sure did break the archetype."

"But they've always been the odd one, those Gremorys." Roygun leaned back, sprawling her hands across the frame of the sofa. "They treated their 'servant's kindly, which is just strange."

"What about you?"

"Me? My House doesn't get servants." Roygun said. "We're say… rather pragmatic. We kill them and be done with it. My parents said it's some kind of some mercy… whatever that means. Guess it's more merciful than making them wash our dishes or die for us in battle."

"Doesn't that make you the odd ones too?"

"...Huh." She raised her brows. "Suppose so. Never thought about it that way."

"But now you're here and probably making a nice living. So who's laughing now, amirite?"

"Hah!" Roygun laughed cheerfully. "You have a point. Who's laughing now indeed. A funny man, aren't you?"

"Only when my jokes don't fall short."

Roygun chuckled understandingly. "Been there, done that. A struggle for us jokers wherever we are, it seems."

Just then, a movement. Grayfia fidgeted, groaned softly, and took the two's attention.

"Here she comes." Roygun announced. A rather redundant announcement but Issei wouldn't point that out.

"Nnh…"

The world of white greeted her grey eyes, and Grayfia struggled to keep them open, blinking as her eyes adjusted themselves to the light.

"I find it odd how frequent we met and one of us is injured. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice. Thrice now."

Grayfia weakly panned her head to her right, squinted her eyes, then furrowed her brows.

"Roygun?" A familiar sight at the very last.

"That is my name indeed." Roygun smiled simply, kind of cheekily in a good-humored kind of manner, reflecting her genuine delight. "Very kind of you to remember."

The gray-silver-haired woman started at her fellow Devil, then casting a glance towards a familiar face.

"You…? Where am I?"

"That isn't my name." Issei responded flatly. "It's fine, just like its owner, my name is forgettable."

"...I… apologize, I don't mean to offend—"

"Hell, Lucifuge, he's kidding." Roygun tittered, patting Issei's back cheerily. "How are you feeling? Nauseous? Muscle pain? Wallowing in your pain and-or self-pity perhaps?"

Issei made a look of shock surprise most people would be found with whenever he said a joke that was considered 'too impolite' for pushovers, but Grayfia didn't react much other than a subtle roll of her eyes. Almost as if she was no stranger to Roygun's tongue-in-cheek taste of humor, which meant she had no qualms with ridiculing anybody, including herself.

But maybe that was what Grayfia needed most, because she sobered up. She had to, elsewise she would be subject to Roygun's neverending teases.

"Where am I?" She asked again, demanding an answer.

"Grigori's Head Office in Japan. In all honesty I don't know if this organization had an actual name. It's not like we've ever gone public or plan to. We could be just named a Secret Organization, and knowing Azazel, it might just be."

"Japan…" Grayfia let the word hang in the air for a while as she recollected something. "How can I return to Hell?"

Immediately she got a look.

"Are you crazy? You just got here and the first thing you want to do is to go back to that place?"

"I have nothing here."

Roygun almost looked like she was disappointed. "Grayfia, you are anything but naive. Do you really believe you still have some sort of a possession over there? What makes you think anyone who attacked you was kind enough to leave anything untouched?"

'Yikes.' Issei thought. Although he preferred her way of talking to anyone grieving because it saved time and skipped much of the comforting bullshits one would likely say out of sympathy, Issei still thought there was a softer approach rather than a single crude slap of reality right to the face of someone who just woke up.

Sure was efficient, though. And what did he know about Devils? Maybe this was how they dealt with bad news.

"Just forget it." Roygun said. "It'll be easier that way. Let go of every little thing you valued when you were there, because they're gone, and you will never get them back. You're here now, and 'here' is where you and your mind should be."

Grayfia delivered a glare, although she appeared to have understood the harsh truth in her words, and could feel the concern in them.

"I must go back regardless."

"Why then. Is it Sirzechs? What, did you fall in love with him or something? Do you want to try to go back and save him?"

"I would never." Grayfia shot a sharp stare at her, deeply offended. "I am his servant. Never nothing more."

"But is it about him? Or is it about you being his servant that you feel the need to rescue him, forsaking the fact that he's stronger than the two of us combined. Well. Some years ago at least. I've no idea how powerful you've become or how weak I've become to say that as a fact rather than a guess, but I can't be far off."

"...It is… the least I can do."

Roygun held a long sigh. "...Grayfia, Grayfia… If you have any idea how much we've heard the same thing over and over again, from Devils all around the world." She then glanced at Issei, who was still sitting there like a boy who was visiting a friend when all of the sudden, said friend's parents got into an argument with that friend, so he was just stuck there in awkward silence, wanting nothing but to get out of the room pronto. "It's disgusting, really, how badly they all have been brainwashed. We might have to expand our branch to a mental asylum sometime in the future."

"I. Am. Not. Brainwashed." Grayfia fiercely stated.

"Then accept that they are gone, and that you are not going back in there. For your own sake and for this world's. Even if I can't stop you, we won't let anybody open rifts here and there as they please. Most of all because of the paperworks that awaits, as well as causing permanent rifts. Who will take care of the Demons and Devils that might cross it with or without ill intent? We do. And we are getting physically and mentally sick and tired of it. So do you understand? This isn't about you, Grayfia. Nor am I forbidding you from it because you're you, but because there are hundreds of people in this place trying to catch a break for weeks but couldn't because of the ongoing shitshow that is Hell."

Issei really wanted to get out of this room. It suddenly felt like a torture chamber but it just torture you to feel as awkwardly uncomfortable as possible.

"...I…understand."

Roygun let loose of a long, dreary sigh, and looked regretful as she realized most of her words were caused by her exhaustion.

"Look. I don't want to be mean, but that's just how it is. I'm sorry for your losses. Irreplaceable as they are, you'll learn to live without them eventually. Spend however long you want to grieve - grief isn't something that has a set amount of time - as long as you don't put anyone in danger. Can I trust you to do that?"

Grayfia rested her eyes, weakly replying, "Yes."

"Great." Roygun smiled. "That's all I needed to hear from you. I'll let you know if we do get people from the Gremory. For the time being, though, do try to get some rest here. And food too, unless you want us to forcefully feed you through tiny tubes - but that shouldn't be necessary… would it?"

"I'll eat." Sighed Grayfia, as she asked the question that had been lodging in her head for far too long. A question she had asked before. "...Where do I go now?"

Roygun stared at her, thought for a moment, then looked at Issei, then grinned as she slapped his back.

"Well… that's why we have this guy over here, don't we?"

Issei blinked. "Huh? What? No you can't just do that."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Roygun blinked. She even looked more oblivious than he did. "Hasn't Penemue filled you in earlier?"

"Filled me with what? Her perfume?"

"She has a very nice scent doesn't she? But I digress. I thought she already told you about all this?"

"About what?"

"About her spending some days in your house temporarily while we find a suitable place for her to live?"

Issei exchanged confused looks with Grayfia, and then back at Roygun, whose face implied she meant her every word.

"You serious?"

"'Course I am. We can't just snuck her in a motel filled with humans. She can't stay here for long either as this is a sickbay, not a hotel. She's not the only resident from Hell who just escaped Hell as well, so go figure."

"Yeah but— my place?!"

"Why not? You've housed her once. Granted she did run away, but she'll be nice this time. Won't you, Lucifuge?"

"I don't intend to intrude him further than I have—"

"See? She promised."

Grayfia wilted. "...That's… not what I meant…"

"Why not? You have Raynare to keep you safe. It'll be only for a few days at most, young man. Have I mentioned you will get handsomely bribed? 'Allowance' by their definition… but really, it's a bribe. I've seen the numbers and for a university boy? It's a hefty sum of cash." Roygun winked. "So are you in or are you in?"

If she thought Issei could be bought with money, then she was absolutely right.

"I mean… money."

"Good lad. Simplicity is what I love about some humans."

Issei shrugged. "I'm a simple man." Boobs 'n booze were indeed enough to keep him mostly content. Money simply provided him an easier access towards either of the two. "But then again, my apartment isn't exactly made for more than one people."

"Not a problem unfixable with the right amount of cash. It's easier to find a new place for a human and a Devil than it is for a lone Devil, mind you. Money isn't an issue, availability is. Of course, you'll have to play nice, Lucifuge."

"I won't do him no harm… though I don't see why I should agree to this."

"Na-ah-ah. I'm sorry Lucifuge. It seems once again you're not left with a choice."

"As I have expected." Sighed Grayfia, resigning to her fate. It was only for a few days anyways… should be enough for her to gather her strength and… plan what she could do next.

"...Then I don't see why not." Fuck it. What did he have to lose? His life? He didn't value his life that high to pass on this kind of manga-esque-plot opportunity.

"Then it's a deal." Roygun smiled, pulling back and then standing up. "You'll have to stay here for the rest of the day and tomorrow you can hop on to your new establishment. Perhaps find your place to stay with the lad. And as for you, young man, you're likely needed back upstairs, I believe. A… short-term contract agreement, you see. I assure you there is nothing that binds you or put you in a spot. It's more of a formality if anything, and it's basically free insurance for you, for if you ever fall sick or be harmed during your… er… term with her, we'll cover all of the expenses and such and such. I'll even put in a free consultation session with me if you so wish."

"I can dig that."

And thus, marked the moment where Issei would forever be entangled with the supernatural world.

That statement wasn't entirely correct, as he had been entangled since the day he walked in on Raynare popping her wings. So let's just say it was the moment where Issei started to participate actively with the supernatural world, consigning his mundane life into something slightly more abnormal but not exactly that different to his mundane life.

Really, he was just going to live several days with a beautiful shell-shocked Devil who would take care of his day to day needs while unknowingly help her to readjust her life to a more stable one and to help her fill a gaping hole in her chest, but that wouldn't be that bad, would it?

To be continued...

"hippity hoppity you're now my property" - Rizevim Lucifer to the Lucifuge, probably.

Roygun is a natural gadfly. i love her character. not yet a harem candidate but everything's possible since i'm literally the writer

next chap probably will consist of issei and grayfia shenanigans with a possible cameo of a helltaker character. hint hint, they can bark fluently in different languages

Are all the Gremory dead? Like, dead dead?
their fate will be concluded in the next chapter. Very likely in the chapter after the next so it won't be too cluttered with information

Got any other questions? Ask away and i probably won't answer because email is stupid and barely notify me of anything

stay cool, stay safe, and jesus christ won't anyone do something about Myanmar

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