Authors Note: Starting short and then working my way as the story continues, I got other works planned in the meantime.

But anyway, this chapter and the rest of the story contain mature themes of violence, sex, and dark humor as well.

"Will you die for me?"

It didn't register the first time when asked but when she leaned into his ear, Issei felt the red flags showing. Eyes widened as he stepped back but so did she.

In an instant, her clothes were blasted away to reveal her nudity to Issei's amazement with a quick note of how great her breasts are.

However, it was short-lived as dark feathered wings came from her back which brought the young man to a stop. Falling on his ass, confusion and fear rang true.

Ignoring the white noise of her comment she summons a purple bolt-like spear. Issei pleaded just before something hit his abdomen. Glancing down, he caught a glimpse of said weapon impaling his stomach before vanishing. The absence caused his blood to spurt out, holding tight, Issei looked in shock and horror at his date.

Just before he spoke another word, he heard two familiar voices calling out.

"Issei!" Matsuda and Motohama. His friends, coming to the rescue. He was elated to see them.

Matsuda stepped in front of Issei while Motohama was by his side when the phone was already on the line with emergency operators.

"Tsk, damn pigs. It is such a shame you showed up when you did, I have to kill you." The supernatural being stepped forward. Matsuda brought up his fist in preparation.

"Bring it on bitch! This is for Issei!" Matsuda rushed throwing jabs and hooks at the woman but she weaved and dodged them. Meanwhile, Motohama was comforting Issei as he was on the line with operators.

"Enough of this." The woman countered one of Matsuda's punches with her own. Resulting in the entire hand of the teenager collapsing into a broken and mangled limp.

Matsuda screamed in pain before throwing another hook with his other hand in retaliation but she made a quick swipe of her arm.

Matsuda punched nothing as his entire arm was severed with a clean cut from the shoulder joint. He cried in pain, kneeling as the woman made a quick kick, decapitating Matsuda.

Motohama screamed at the operators for their location but once Matsuda fell. It became silent.

For a good moment, no one spoke aside from the operator on the phone.

The skimpy leather-clad female resumed her pace. Motohama tried to pick up Issei but the lack of strength in both males made it impossible even more due to Issei's blood loss.

Motohama felt his hair being pulled roughly as his spectacles fell to the ground. He screamed and cried, kicking and hitting the unnaturally strong woman. She smiled with the craze as she put her fingers in front of the face of Motohama, tears, and snot came down as the index and thumbnail came into his eyes, and blood leaked out of his visual organs.

Motohama screamed in pain before she grasped the boy's head with such grip. She tore the face off and ripped his jaw out. Followed by crushing the flip-phone with the operator on it.

Issei watched as his second friend died for him. With little strength left, he collapsed on his back. Tears were in his eyes as the woman came into his vision.

"My dear Issei, what an amazing gift, three perverted dumbasses meeting their end. Ironically, that had to be a beauty like myself who finished you boys off. Well then, you can thank god himself for your end. Bye-Bye Issei."

"Yu...ma..." Issei reaches his hand out weakly before falling into his forever slumber.

Just before he passed away with hopelessness and sorrow, a glint of red appeared in his vision. Despite that, he only thought of his friends who died for him...