"S-so you're going to kill me now, huh?" Raynare grimaced and stared down at Issei. She was powerless, left without hope and certainly dead, and the Fallen Angel knew that. She knew that there was no hope for her; no hope for survival and no hope to atone for her previous sins. This was because a puny human had somehow – somehow – acquired an absurd amount of power that could easily defeat a Fallen Angel of the lowest ranks. Raynare chuckled at the thought because it was unbelievable to her, and probably to her comrades, due to the minimal amounts of effort the human had to use to beat her. It was simply unbelievable.

Raynare started to regret her foolish decisions. She shouldn't have come to this town, to this country; she shouldn't have entered the human world in the first place, even if she was under orders from her superiors. She shouldn't have fallen for Kokabiel's persuasive words and should have continued to faithfully serve under Azazel. If she had done so, she wouldn't have been in this mess because she wouldn't have been ordered to kill Issei Hyoudou, a potentially dangerous human whose power 'hadn't awakened yet'.

He wasn't dangerous, though. That's what she had realised. Issei wasn't a danger to the Grigori or any Fallen Angel just because he's a unique human. Issei wouldn't have hurt anyone if Kokabiel wasn't involved because no one would have hurt him. Raynare grit her teeth. To her, it was Kokabiel's mindless spiel that brought her here and she would forever hate that manipulative bastard because he was the mastermind behind her death.

He was essentially fate itself.

"You think I should kill you now?" Issei smirked with a glint in his eyes. Raynare could tell he was planning something and she knew she wouldn't like it. She knew it would be painful, possibly morbid and generally bad for her, even if she was already in an extremely negative situation.

"I know you won't do it." Raynare said through grit teeth, her eyes become sharp as she tried to sound confident in what seemed to be her final moments. However, Issei chuckled and dropped Raynare to the floor, clapping his hands together a few times. He planted a foot on Raynare's chest between her bust and held up a single hand that had three fingers raised.

"And I won't. You have three choices, though." Raynare was shocked. Her eyes were wide and she made no effort to resist. All she could focus on was calming her mind and heart because she wasn't going to die. Not straight away. She could scream and shout and cry and kiss Issei's feet because he was showing her mercy, but she wasn't done with him. She wasn't free yet. Her life wasn't secure. All she needed to do was escape and she would be free. She'd never listen to Kokabiel again, she'd stop acting like an arrogant fool and she'd certainly never harm a human again.

"Three choices?" She muttered, her voice barely a whisper as her bottom lip quivered. Issei nod his head with a manic grin, bending down so his face was a few centimetres from Raynare's. He cupped her chin with a hand, forced the Fallen Angel to stare into his large, psychopathic eyes and chuckled.

"Your wings and magic, your friends in the abandoned church, or your life." Raynare grit her teeth once more and furrowed her brow in anger. She didn't know how Issei knew about her friends or the abandoned church, but she wouldn't be surprised to know that Issei knew all of their names. What made her angry was the choices, though. In Raynare's eyes, Issei was essentially saying that he would permanently maim her, kill her precious friends or comrades, or end her life in an instant.

"You…you psychopathic little shit!" Raynare hissed in pain as Issei dug the heel of his foot into Raynare's ribs, applying more pressure as time went on. Issei sighed and released all of the pressure he was applying, eliciting a gasp from Raynare, before he shoved his hands into his pockets. Issei found no pleasure in what he was doing, but he had to do what he had to do. He wanted the Fallen Angel in front of him to feel the pain that various versions of him had felt, even if it involved permanently destroying a part of her. An infinite amount of deaths makes up for one heartless destruction, after all.

"Do you want me to take your wings, the part that makes you a Fallen Angel, and your magical abilities, your friend's lives in return for your safety, or do you want me to kill you? It's as simple as that." Raynare bit the inside of her cheek as hard as she could and let the coppery taste of her foul blood fill the inside of her mouth. She stared up at Issei with a blank expression and watched as the human crossed his arms, a smirk present on his face. "If you don't answer within ten seconds, I'll decide for you." Issei raised a single finger, indicating the first second, followed by the second finger, and then the third, fourth and fifth before Raynare's face melted into one of exhaustion.

"You decide for me. All of those options…they're absolutely awful…" Raynare closed her eyes and felt the presence of Issei's foot disappear from her chest. The omnipotent human took one step back and sighed, his grin disappearing almost instantly.

"Your wings and magic it is, then. You know, if you had chosen to sacrifice yourself, I would have let you be. If you chose your friends, then I would have killed you. Regardless of all of that, you have let me decide your fate and it will be the most painful. Have fun!" Raynare grimaced and raised her head, staring at Issei.

"Just get it over with." Issei folded his arms with closed eyes.

"I shall grant your wish." Issei made his way to Raynare's side and rolled her over with a single arm so she was laying on her stomach. He planted a foot between Raynare's two outstretched wings and grabbed the left wing by its base. "Are you ready to receive your punishment, Fallen Angel Raynare?"

Raynare grimaced and gathered a hand full of sand from the floor, clenching it as tightly as she could. "Yes." Issei managed to take a long, shaky breath and steeled himself, gently tugging on Raynare's wing before he gathered all of his strength to tear the wing from its roots. Raynare screamed from the explosive pain, her body writhing and trembling as one half of her identity as a Fallen Angel was viciously torn out of her back.

Issei held the wing in one hand, watching it spasm with a knot in his stomach, before it was engulfed by a red flame that consumed it in an instant. Blood burst from the hole where Raynare's wing was as she held back the bile that was preparing to launch out of her throat, grinding her teeth together as she did so. Issei grabbed the second wing and swallowed a ball of saliva that had formed in his mouth, the edges of his lips curling up in satisfaction as he fought back a maniacal laugh.

Issei gently tugged on the wing once, twice and then thrice before the second wing was sent flying from Raynare's back, more crimson blood spilling out of the wound. Raynare vomited on the floor in front of her, her whole body sweating and shaking as she could not cope with the excruciating pain that a mere human had enforced upon her.

She tried to hold back the overwhelming downpour of her tears but found that she couldn't, her heart crying out from the emotional and physical pain she was feeling. Her eyes went wide as she gasped, feeling all bodily sensations leave her, before she stopped all movement, laying still in the middle of a park in a puddle of her own blood and vomit.

Issei staggered back a couple of steps before he fell onto his backside, both hands gripping his head as he manically grinned. He chuckled with an insane murmur and released a laugh of pure evil, feeling the blood on his hands stain his hair and cheeks.

The laugh died down as soon as it had come, though, quiet grunts all that remained. Issei slowly pushed himself to his feet with a frown, a hand still pressed up against his head. "Th-there's something wrong with me…" Issei, with a click of his tongue, glanced over at Raynare's still form. "Shit…she's going to die at this rate…I never meant to do this, right? It was all an accident, right? I…I still need to take her magic…but that's too cruel. Maybe I could just restrict it? I-I need to do something…fast…"

Issei's quiet affirmations were the only things that were keeping him from sinking further into a psychopathic and sadistic state.

"I'm...I'm going insane..."

Raynare slowly opened her eyes, her mind a hazy mess. She raised a hand to her face, covered her eyes for a few seconds, and dropped her arm back to her side with a groan. She tilted her head to the side, staring out of an open window and into the sunrise before she shot up into a seated position. She pressed a hand to her forehead, suddenly gasping for air as she began to panic. She glanced around the room, noticed that there was no one else in the enclosed space and sighed, her panic dying down almost instantly.

The room was almost featureless; a small desk sat up against a wall with a computer quietly sitting on its top, an almost silent hum coming from the metallic tower that contained all of the parts that a computer would require. A keyboard and mouse sat on the desk while a half swung-out leather chair sat still. On the chair was a pile of neatly folded clothes, bloodied fabrics that Raynare instantly recognised.

She slowly wiggled out of the bed she was laying in, her body extremely stiff and tense, waddled over to her clothes with a frown and stared down at a sheet of paper. She picked it up with a hand and scanned it with her eyes, muttering the text she read, "I'm generous enough to have let you live. Anyway, your shirt and blazer are practically destroyed, but I left them there in case you wanted to wear them. Feel free to do whatever you want, as well, but if you leave the house, I will know. I'll be back at around four. Issei."

Raynare scrunched the paper into a ball, her entire being seething as she tossed the paper onto the bed behind her. She clenched a fist, her hair covering her eyes, before she released a shaky breath that instantly extinguished her anger. She flicked her back so she was staring up at the blank cream roof, clicked her tongue in annoyance and sighed, "I guess I should feel thankful, but also pissed at the same time."

Deep down, Raynare wanted to tear Issei's limbs off and beat him to death with the damn things, but not before she mutilated him in the same way she had been. Without her wings or magic, Raynare was nothing anymore. She wasn't a human, but she wasn't a Fallen Angel, either. There was no classification that could describe what she had become, nothing she could identify as, and it was all thanks to that human.

Raynare had become lost and she had realised that as she tried to flare her wings out. She wanted to make sure it wasn't all a dream, after all, so she tried her hardest, despair quickly filling her as her two appendages wouldn't appear. There was no sensations on her back, no warmth of the skin and there certainly weren't the two wings she was hoping to see and feel.

The cold reality had quickly sunk in.

"I…I'm really…not a Fallen Angel anymore…what's worse is that I'm stuck in this schoolgirl form…" Raynare huffed and tried her hardest to hold back her tears, but as they began to slowly run down her cheeks, the salty liquid warm against the skin, she feel to her knees and sobbed. "I-I'm broken…I'm…I'm nothing now…Azazel will never love me…"

The only reason Raynare had done what she had done, other than following Kokabiel's orders, was to gain the affection of her crush. Azazel the Scapegoat, the leader of the Grigori, the only one that would accept her when no one else would and the only man that brought a smile to her face.

She'd never see him again and if, by chance, they did meet in a sick twist of fate, Azazel would cast the former Fallen Angel out of the Grigori and into the human world. Forever.

That's what Raynare thought, anyway. She didn't know anything about herself in this moment, and she certainly didn't dare to think about anything other than Azazel as she was hoping that he could fix her. He's a genius scientist with a bit of a perverted side, but there had to be some way he could fix her. But Raynare knew he couldn't.

Without their wings, a Fallen Angel, an Angel or a Devil were worth nothing. They were considered to be trash. Raynare knew she wasn't going to receive the help she needed from Azazel. She'd have to look elsewhere, find her own methods of fixing her body, but she didn't know how she'd go about doing that.

She was never going to be the same.

Yo yo yo, it's me again. Hope you liked this chapter. It took…a week? Oh well. I couldn't decide what to do with Raynare. I wanted her to suffer, but I didn't want her to die or just be 'tortured', so this is the result. I hope you're happy with it. It may also be my love of her because, you know, in previous stories, she doesn't die. But I've taken a different path this time! Sorry for the sudden decrease in quality, as well. I wrote this while not in the right state of mind, so it may seem…'different'.

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