Chapter 4
More is all you need
2 silhouettes stood in the middle of Kuoh Central Park; a male and a female, all by themselves.
He wore a casual polyester black t, grey shorts, and black sneakers.
She wore a short black skirt with a quaint light purple dress and small black shoes.
Trees surrounded them for at least half a kilometer; the only noises cutting this otherwise romantic setting were the water fountain and the local insects.
'Yare yare daze.' He thought, 'We spent all day doing some new-couple things. We were perfect. She was an attractive female approaching a guy like me with decent looks. Was I in the position to turn her down in her quest to make friends as a transfer student? HELL NO! We ate, we played, we talked, we shared, we laughed, we cried. She looked in pain, like it was pre-programmed, rehearsed, or second nature. It really was perfect, but why have I been feeling a bloody stripe of a flag violently jam my eyes this whole day?'
He wasn't about to let his life in Japan turn into another one of those sappy Slice of Life anime or cheesy Korean drama that people are obsessed with.
He'd man up and grow a pair for once in the history of Slice of Life story MCs and respond in kind to the girl.
She stood a few feet away, facing away from him; staring past the fountain; looking into the horizon; gazing into the Land of the Rising Sun, admiring the molten yellow and red in the heavens.
"Deloniy-kun," She asked curiously, "would you die for me?"
'And there it is.' He sardonically answered nobody.
"Yūma-sa-*ahem*-chan, I was born with hearing damage, could you please speak up a bit." He politely lied.
She walked closer until she reached his ear, venomously repeating slightly louder, "Would you die for me?"
'Shit. There's the devil in the details. I thought she was some cowardly suicidal afraid to do it alone. But now, I'm pretty sure she's a killer's lure or a killer herself.'
He kept his body and breathing calm; scenarios and thoughts running through his head. He wanted to make sure that "She" didn't stroll in.
She took a single step backwards, and almost as if she stepped on a mine, her clothes blew up.
Ripped apart, torn to shreds, literally exploding to fibers.
'What in the…'
She smiled devilishly as the glint in her eyes darkened into murderous delight. Her bare body quickly covered itself with black leather straps that barely covered her nipples and vagina. Her "outfit" looked like it was ripped straight from the wardrobe of a bootlegged budget BDSM porno.
'… goddamn hell is happening?'
2 strange bird like appendages appeared from her back; covered in dull black feathers as dark as her hair.
Her air, or aura, went from bright and cheery to burning bloodlust and throbbing hate. She was practically dripping and drunk with the thought of bloodshed.
'What the hell did someone smoke here? Smells like they lit rancid shit soaked with formaldehyde.'
He stared at her face unfazed at what unfolded before his eyes. She looked like she was ready to fight, and there were 2 huge things that would distract the average human male from the battle in the works.
To start: the setting and name. He was fluent in the English and Japanese languages and scripts. He thought all day on what Kanji her name was written and read as.
Yūma had dozens of meanings in Kanji; ranging from ten thousand to help, from dance to sunset.
'Definitely sunset. Definitely sunset.'
The second: behavior. She didn't even offer to explain how her name was written and read. All she said was her given name was Yūma, and she asked out of the blue if they could go on a private outing, in front of his friends.
It bothered him that to the average Japanese citizen, she came off rude. But that's what happens in life if you go on blind dates.
He kept his steady breathing and posture as he thought to himself, 'Gonna go on a limb and guess that those might be real. If so, then what is she? Fallen Angel or something of the sorts?'
"I've was given orders straight from my superiors to eliminate you." She playfully stated.
'Definitely a Fallen.'
"Then he's a dick." He casually retorted as he kept a neutral face.
"FOR THE GRIGORI!"
He audibly sighed, feigning his unamusment in the matter at hand.
"Fun fact. Grigori is Greek for "Watcher or Vigilant One". According to the Book of Enoch of the Christian Bible, they were the first Angels to come to Earth, and The Bible implies that They taught humans magics and caused Seraphim to arise. God told them to watch over Earth, but when Lucifer betrayed Him, The Watchers of Humanity fell with him, easily taking a third of all the Angels; their wings burnt off and their bodies branded for damnnation until the End of Eternity, on the Last Judgment Day."
Raynare extended her right hand outwards, opening her fist up as if to hold something.
Red lighting suddenly formed around her right side, focusing on the vertical axis of her outreached hand.
The red lighting condensed into a cylinder. It further molded itself into a radiating rod, thin enough to be held by her partially opened hand.
She grabbed tightly onto the rod, aiming it with a grip used to throw a spear.
"You foolish human. You thought that you could buy yourself a measly futile few minutes of life? Since I'm going to kill you, I'll at least clear things up; 1, my name is actually Raynare. I chose Yūma because I planned your end to be at sunset. 2, there was no Lucifer, it was the 4 Great Satan Clans and their faithful followers. Heaven didn't want to see that they were wrong for banishing them, so I willingly Fell to join the Grigori Ranks."
"Bugger…. Alright, I'm here, I'm cornered, and you have the rod. And how quaint of you to assume that I'm even human anymore." He announced in a tone of disguised false defeat.
"Glad you accept your death so easily; it makes the job easier for everyone."
He began to chuckle lightly; Raynare assumed that he was combing over his life and/or laughing at the insanity of his inevitable death. She'd let him have 5 more seconds to enjoy life before she ran him through like Vlad.
….
But she couldn't let an insignificant thought escape; why exactly was the boy laughing?
"Taking your sweet time as you face your end? How adorable."
"Heh-Heheh-Hehehehehe. It's not that I'm laughing at my insanity, I haven't had that commodity for a long while. No, it's that I said I was cornered, not out of options."
"You really think that a powerless human like you would be able to stop an Angel like me?! You godamn idiot! I was there at the beginning of Time, created after God finished making this pathetic dust particle. But if you insist, I'd like to experiment with breaking the upper limit of the human pain threshold."
"Like you said, humans are weak, we die easily, but no matter how weak we are; even if we're being chopped to bits or stabbed to death, we still want to live. So I'm gonna give you a little taste of what it's like."
She charged forwards to impale him, using whatever force her wings applied to keep her suspended a few inches off the ground.
He focused his breathing and form, using his mental energy to concentrate on her for his survival, by moving backwards and pulling out the custom-made Glock his dad had sent discreetly in the mail.
'Damn peashooter can't do jack to her, but it'll hurt her enough.'
He opened fire, squeezing off 3 perfectly grouped shots into her sternum; moving backwards as he did.
The first bullet hit her on the right side of her left boob, leaving a burnt streak that trickled blood as it jiggled slightly from the insignificant impact force.
After registering the pain, she conjured a barrier and blocked the other 2 mid-flight, crumpling upon impact and falling harmless to the ground.
"Owie. You hurt a sweet little maiden like me." She sarcastically said as the piece of metal oozed out and fell. Her wound healed the next second, not leaving a scar behind.
She massaged where the bullet had hit as she levitated a few meters off the ground and threw her spear at her prey.
The lighting crackled at it obliterated his spine, boiled his organs and blood, then peppered the ground with fragments of his ribcage.
'Guess the horny bastard hasn't learned to use magic yet. Oh well, he had his potential and I had my orders.'
She popped her neck and stretched out the tension in her arms as she flew upwards and into a Grigori Teleportation Circle, leaving the young man bleeding on the ground with a fist sized hole through his core. His hair darkened significantly; from a thin fog to thunderous skies.
Unbeknownst to the assassin Fallen Angel, a slip of paper flew out from his pocket and fluttered to the ground; landing to his right in the pool of fresh blood around him and sticking slightly to his pistol.
'Yabai. Maybe I'll see Anastasia this time. Just wish I could….'
He passed out mid-thought as his intestines crackled and burst from the self-cooking heat. The ORC Wish Paper, which he had forgotten was in the laundry with his jeans, absorbed his blood and began to hover.
Mysteriously suspended and erect, the paper emit a mildly luminescent light, rearranging its self into an intricate pattern of numerous geometric sigils reaching 12 feet in diameter.
The center emit a blanche white glow as a humanoid figure stepped through.
"You called me here, and I responded." She spoke calmly in English, "Oh, it's you. Wouldn't want any potential to go to waste."
She fished her breast pocket, struggling to thread her fingers through the tight pouch, and procured a single item, which she placed on his back.
"How you managed to get something so… primitive, into this country is beyond me. You certainly are a strange one, Larlo, if that even is your name. You're lucky that a Gremory such as I is saving you."
The item she gently placed, an ominously pulsating red pawn piece, fell through his shirt and skin.
She stood above his convulsing corpse with a devilishly smug smile plastered on her face, before detecting a formidable presence from his body. A near dominating burst of power emerged from the object before her.
An object, too abyssal to perceive depth, formed above his body; just above her, just enough to find a sense of dominance.
A rough androgynous eldritch voice spoke through the object in paced English, as if it were a crystal ball used by a con-artist on every street corner, exuding a blood-thirsty aura oozing authority.
"You, troublesome excuse for a Demon, will not have possession over this Boy's soul. Leave now or forever lose peace. This is your final warning."
The pawn piece flew out of his body and struck the subject in the forehead, leaving a small welt where it hit.
Rias put a finger up to the cut, stopping the bleeding with pressure and (super)natural healing.
"The next will go through. Leave, NOW!"
She opened a Teleportation Circle and fled, not wanting to test whatever power resided within the voice, reappearing in the ORC office with goosebumps peppering her figure.
'Just who exactly is that…'
She conjured her familiar and had it watch at a distance.
When she fully disappeared from the park grounds, the disembodied voice grumbled unintelligibly before sinking back into the body it was protecting.
A portal, more of a gate into nothing, formed at the side of his limp body.
A malevolent air blew from the gateway, and a small silhouette stepped through.
A foot, then an arm, then the rest of a short feminine figure stepped through.
"You cunt, you've done it again." She griped.
She squatted and slung his right arm over her shoulder, lazily supporting his weight as she effortlessly extended an arm and conjured a circle beneath their feet, ignoring the blood seeping into her white-t shirt and blonde hair.
"This is gonna take a while. You just had to get yourself into… this. Sigh, and now you've gone and got blood on me."
A girl, more than a head shorter than her ragdoll companion, sighed in boredom as the circle rose from the ground and transported them to the interior of his home.
"What would you do without me, kid..."