Chapter 14: The Saintess


I couldn't help but revel in the emotions I'm feeling right now from my Tyro. Having my blood and a piece of my spirit resting within his body we share a symbiotic relationship with each other. We share thoughts, feelings, and emotions between each other much like my master and I many, many years ago. He's taken to accepting many of his changes quickly and it's been quite interesting to witness his changes. He's doing an excellent job with his growth and in such a short time already. He's even begun to take on a hunter's mentality. I could sense his eagerness from across the city and even more his desire to show his dominion over his territory, that school he goes to. He's about to get into a bout if what I'm experiencing through our bond of blood is accurate.

I regretted making him into a Tyro, at first. I believed him too weak to retain his sanity though the changes. I'm pleasantly surprised this isn't the case. I wondered if he'd secretly becoming my inheritor. Sadly this wasn't the case… for now. Maybe my destined Inheritor is another in this life. If so I've sealed the fate of this boy and any of his children and their children's children once my inheritor is discovered. I hoped he'd be my destiny, but I was wrong. But that's a future altercation. Right now I've these people to contend with.

"So, this is your house huh," Mittelt looked around gingerly as she kicked her shoes off at my front door. My attention went back to the company I've chosen to suffer for the near future. Without an word from me the little fallen angel ran off to explore my home with the same level of enthusiasm as a child at her first time at a theme park. It was almost like Ravel when she first came here. Both of their eyes traveled everywhere at once but the only difference is when Mittelt turned into her Fallen angel form getting feathers on my floor. She was literally flying everywhere from one corner to the next.

"What the hell!"

That must have been Yebelluna woken up from her rest which wasn't good. Her body is still re-adapting to being human once more. The major amount of magical stitching I had to apply just to keep her soul intact and prevent her body from exploding took a lot out of me. Removing the peerage pieces and turning someone from a devil back into a human is within the power of anyone with my spirit, but I've hit my limit, and Yebelluna pushed me to those limits. Because of the piece she's been forced to harbor for decades, probably even longer than that, removal and regression drained me.

Regression is a curse a Hunter of All sufferers from every step of the way. A sort of cycle of revitalization to reset the physical body. This curse can be taken hold of and used on another at a cost. I have to provide the body all the power it would've needed to sustain it's life from the start of the process to the desired moment in the past to regress to. As a powerful witch by her own right it took about 69% of my power to keep her from unraveling at the seams. Nearly lost her a couple times there. I can only kick Death out my house so many times before IT happens.

"She energetic?" Kalawarner admitted, almost unfamiliar with this side of the older little girl. Kalawarner faced me and bowed down so far that I could see everything when I looked down her shirt. Not really on purpose for unlike Issei who has an unhealthy obsession with breasts that, I'm still trying to fix that, I just see them a lump of flesh sometimes depending on the woman. For Akeno they're just large sacks that kill her shoulders and lower back but for Kalawarner they're quite nice. Larger than Rias' but don't sag like for Akeno. They're a good balance of the two.

Issei's sexual drive is probably his strongest feature to include his reaction towards females. I personally don't really care for bodies and features but more the race I'm dealing with. Mermaid aren't worth a dime and fallen angels a little less. I don't care for fallen angels, but the tether with Issei effects my preferences despite my rational judgments. He's a teenager coming into his hormones.

For example: Akeno wasn't attractive in my eyes; the bastard of a fallen angel. Beings the darkest pit of my soul constitutes as trash

The breast fiend that is Issei has influenced me into placing her on the scales as an 83 out of 100. Kalawarner, like Mittelt, isn't Asian or of Asian appearance like Raynare. What shows in her features Scandinavian with a mix of Romanian than anything. I don't know why, I'm comparing women now.

No, I do know. I've only have a handful of influencers.

Raynare is for sure in the seventies and Yebelluna a 92 out of 100.

'I need to stop making these ratings right now. Now really isn't the time.' I thought struggling to control these urges. My control has waned significantly in the last week.

Now that I think of it, what about Asia? She's a cute Italian and German mix. Her heart plus bright personality really shines light on my dark, cold heart. She's gotten quite the boost in the rating. Her naïveté though takes away a point to two. She won't be easy, but I can say she falls behind Yebelluna but above Raynare but that's the overall scale. Once I have them rated via race I bring them all together to serious comparison. Thankfully, the human in the front of the line has passed long ago. I best keep my opinion to myself though. I don't want to inflate any egos.

My train of thought derailed completely. I knew fading out like that was a bad idea and did it anyway.

Kalawarner appeared worried for a moment about me and cupped my cheek in a soft hand. She gazed at me then her worried gaze shifted into an amused one. "You're day dreaming even now. I thought it was only a school thing," she joked, but I could see that she was actually chastening me right now with a stern gaze. She wore her teacher persona even now after all that happened. Maybe it's a habitual result our previous relationship. We played teacher and a student; I'm the student she was closest to. Actually, I am, or was, the only student she approached on a personal level.

What I know of Kalawarner stems from what she let slip about her old life. She worked for her good for nothing slave driver of a boss. She was tired of power struggles that she left through overzealous methods. I'm not sure what she did up top, but I believe it's something akin to the military police of the American military. She's more by the books than necessary and her perception one dimensional. An prior angel of order maybe then.

They're quite strong and loyal to their creed; it's reason enough why they police themselves, but where does that leave Mittelt? I don't know how or why she fell or even where to place on her the scale. She's nearly neck to neck with Ravel in cuteness and experience, but the power difference between the two has Ravel in front.

"What are you wondering about?" The fallen angel asked gingerly.

"Rating scale." I bite my lip at the slip. "I mean…"

"Too late," she interjected swiftly. Indeed, it was too late by the smirk that arced her lips. I can't believe I was so deep in my thoughts that I let something like that slip. Now this fallen angel was curious.

"So, what's this Rating Scale? Am I on it?"

"Yes," I said distantly.

"I thought so. What sort of scale is this? Appearances or personalities?"

"What makes you believe it's either one of those? For all you know it could be a scale for latent abilities or probably unbridled potential within an individual. You'd never know for sure."

"Not unless you tell me directly by answering my question," she countered forcefully with a successful blow. She made a decent enough point. It's up to me to declare her assumptions false or true, and as she knows, I've danced around questions when she's gotten too close to the truth. She must know my habits with questions and answers well enough by now.

"It encompasses everything," I confessed.

"Everything? Like "everything,' everything?" I didn't understand what she meant by that and neither did I question it.

"To clarify, I examine a woman, get to know said woman, but recently placing them on a scale to see who is the most preferable in my opinion."

"So, you're the typical man?" she surmised. I flinched a little at her accusation. I don't see myself as "typical," and I don't wish to be labeled as just "one of the boys" who thinks about one thing while dismissing the others. I could only concede to her point, though. Most men and women compare themselves and others to what they see and feel. Who's the most appealing basically? I hate to stoop as low as the common man, but a man can't stop being one just because of unfortunate circumstances like mine. I'm living some men's dream of being surrounded by females, and I see life as dull currently because of it, even if they are all above the average mark. It's a hassle to deal with them all. I might have to get some other men in my inner circle, but I've yet to find a good one to include. Issei is my tyro, so he can't count.

I completely turned away from Kalawarner and faced Asia as she examined the front most portion of my home. Ravel has already kicked her shoes off and went inside leaving myself, Asia, and Kalawarner at the front. "A-Ano," the meek voice of the young holy maiden spoke up. "Where will I stay Mr. Jaeger?" Ah, I forgot about sleeping arrangements for her. Fallen Angels don't need sleep so I don't have to worry about these two but Asia will need not only comfortable room arrangements but also a guard to protect this holy mistress. Or was it maiden? Doesn't matter.

I leaned down and pulled the laces of my boots loose then kicked them off. "Please follow me." I stepped up to the wooden floors and waited for Asia to remove her boots as well. When she placed them neatly to the side, she joined me.

"What about me," Kalawarner mused seeing that she's a fallen angel and didn't need such arrangements compared to us humans that would die without it.

"To be determined," I said back then walked away leaving her to her own devices. Asia quickly followed behind me but in full tourist mode. Her eyes darted everywhere almost mirroring Mittelt before she began phasing around my home and bothering the inhabitants, mainly Yebelluna. The witch hates brats with a passion, and Mittelt was acting like one now. I don't see what's so eye catching about anything in my home.

"Hunter, is this real!?" Mittelt appeared to my right with a golden sword with a jewel encrusted hilt in her hand. She waved it around like a stick to ensure I knew what she was mentioning. It was a worthless trophy from some kingdom lost to time. Belonged to the kind before he lost his head. Now a days I used it as a letter opener or paper weight. I nodded, and the fallen angel's eyes brightened. "How can you have so much… stuff? Why not live in a mansion or something?" I don't think I have that much stuff. I do have a healthy number of trophies from past hunts, and more than enough room for more. I don't need ten or more rooms as well. I've a good amount of rooms already that are rarely used. I did state this and opt to shrug instead.

That's situation did bring a thought to mind. My home is unlike a normal person's. Not many people have the head of a basilisk over their window and a small armory in the back. I should make this place appear Norma for guests. I should put signs up so people don't start touching things as well.

"Put it back and don't touch the statues or the spear in the living room. They're cursed and will affect you," I warned, and Mittelt just grinned. I think I just told the kid that enjoys breaking the rules to not place her hand in the cookie jar. Well, if something happens, it won't be my fault.

Mittelt disappeared a moment later to some unknown corner of my home she has yet to explore. "I've never seen Ms. Mittelt like this before." That seemed to be the trend going around right now. Kalawarner said the same which is stranger now that Asia mentioned it as well.

Ignoring her for now, I said, "Asia, I have a favor to ask of you." This caught her attention right away. I believe that Asia feels she's in my debt and wishes to repay the favor, which I'm grateful to see, but it's not required. Regardless, I gestured for her to follow me to the back room. I stopped at the slightly opened door, then heard the sound of coughing on the other side. Asia seemed to take to it well enough and seemed ready to go. Coughing usually means a sick individual, and sickness can be healed. "A woman by the name of Yubelluna is inside. I would appreciate it if you healed her, if you can." I pushed the door open, revealing Yebelluna just as I left her before. In the middle of a magic spiral on top of a bed to rest. She was completely nude, outside a thin sheet covering her, so I could work unhindered. Asia gasped and shielded her eyes. Her cheeks turned a rosy red. Seeing that she had blinded herself, I gripped her shoulder and led her inside.

Yubelluna must have heard us enter because a beautiful scowl appeared on her tired face. "Get out, brat!" The woman growled like a feral wolf seconds from maiming the unlucky beast that drew too close. Asia took a hesitant step behind me, but I pushed her back in front of me and next to the bed.

"I have a healer who can help you," I said announcing myself and our guest.

Yubelluna's scowl slackened and then faded away to a sad smile. "You actually went out of your way to find me a healer. I'm so flattered," she said with a tone of gentle sarcasm. Then she sighed and said, "I thank you, but I don't think it'll help." Yubelluna opened her eyes to show them as dull and grey as she felt inside. Even the irises are dull in coloration. "I might be too far gone for your healer. If your pure blood and mana couldn't do it, what compelled you to place your faith in this... Child?" I looked down and noticed again that the healer snuck behind me yet again right under my nose. Well, at least I know that Yubelluna can still sense the Od within other life forms. I'm surprised she hadn't remarked on the Od spilling out of my pours right now. Maybe this is a good thing. My presence should be overwhelming Asia's, and yet, she can still sense the young woman.

"It's not too late," I summarized. I placed Asia back in front of me and next to the bed. This time, I stood behind her with my grip on her shoulders firmly. "This is Yubelluna," I introduced the witch to her.

"Uh... Good day ma'am," Asia greeted shyly. She bowed at first then quickly turned around and offered a quivering hand instead.

Yubelluna smiled, but her face cringed at the pain from such a simple action caused. "Forgive me for my lack of manners, young lady. I can't take your hand." Yubelluna burst into a fit of coughs and weezes. I reached for her hand and held it gently with my hand on her shoulder to keep her down. She panted, struggling to intake the air she needs to live but it's barely enough.

"Oh god. Are you okay?" Asia took to Yubelluna's side with her eyes filled with worry for the woman currently on her death bed.

"I'd be a liar… if I said... yes. Heheh," Yubelluna chuckled, but it was quickly replaced with another fit of coughs leading to labored breaths. I placed my hand over her chest and channeled some Od into her lungs to help open her airways and clear them enough to give her some relief. Yubelluna breathed hard taking in precious air. It was labored, but she was able to take in enough air to gain some of the rosiness of her cheeks.

"Thank you, Hunter."

"You shouldn't thank me for keep you alive and prolonging your suffering," I growled at her. "You're in so much pain right now." I can feel every bit of it as well. I've tethered my soul to hers, and it pains me. My blood is in her body keeping her alive to the point that it's made our bond all but resolute. It pains me to see this now that my barriers are so brittle. The show in the church is part of it. I can't hold anything back. Hell, I can barely even think straight.

"A pain we share," she said, smiling up at me. "Most of it's on your shoulders."

I let my head drop and took a breath. "Asia," I called her as I let my breath go.

"Y-Yes," she stammered, but she stood strong before me.

"Can you help her?" I asked, meeting the gaze of the witch. "Can you help me? Please?" I begged this girl, this child, whose centuries our junior, for help. I dropped to a single knee; an act seldom seen from me. Asia of course reacted with frantic apologies and begging me to stand. She told me she'd do her best until I reached for her hand and pulled it inward until it laid gently on top of my open on. I gazed up to the young woman that told her to listen to my coming words. She calmed herself after and regarded me seriously now.

"I ask that you save not only this woman, but myself. In my pride and arrogance, I joined us both together in blood and soul. It wasn't intentional, and I didn't realize what I've done until I felt her pain as my own. I breath as if I'm a lung short. Fatigue so soul deep curses my body. It's as if I'm moments from passing out even now. The agony and intense heat from the soul suffering from a breach is tearing apart my inside." I dipped my head down and took a breath. Suddenly I felt a weak, soft hand in my shoulder trying to comfort me.

I looked back up to the young woman, and felt relief. Asia looked upon me with what could only be viewed as sympathy and fear, but understanding. I'm sure I appeared a powerful man to her, which I am. I can never appear weak, as prey, because outside forces would take full advantage if shown. Asia though, if she was born in another world, in another time, she'd be proclaimed a Saintess. A living miracle in the flesh. I witnessed this when she saved that angel. I felt my world shift from this discovery by chance. I know she exists outside the realm of predator and prey. Because of this I know I can appear debilitated without judgment or disgust.

I continued wistfully saying, "I can't keep her alive for much longer. If she dies... I don't wish to imagine the aftermath. Maybe I'll die or maybe I'll suffer a Fallout once more. Either way the risk is high. I committed to actions against all reason, even taken the sins of fallen angels on my shoulders, for this. So Asia." I clenched her hand in my own and brought it to my lips.

"Will you do this Priestess. No. Saintess? Will you save us?" I rested my forehead against her hand.

"Hunter?" I glanced to the side and witnessed Yubelluna looking up to me shock. I've placed my pride to the side for this; it pains me, but it's nothing compared to the current stakes. "If... If he believes... in you," the witch declared and turned her grey eyes towards the healer I brought. "If he believes... then so will... I. Can you save us, Saintess?"

Asia was going through a whirlwind of emotions. Disbelief was most apparent. How else can a girl no older than 17 years can comprehend everything we've placed on her shoulders even now. I grew anxious for the first time in years but soon relief. "Yes," Asia said without hesitation. "I can... I will save you both." I breathed a sigh full of relief as I climbed up to my feet.

"Thank you," I bowed my head then stood back to watch. Right off the bat Asia stammered over her words and was struggling with what honorifics to use for the witch. First she said "Yubelluna-san" then "Yubelluna-sama" and finally "Yubelluna-nee" but even that didn't stick. Yebelluna snickered at the young woman's attempt and just told her to calm down. She even spoke to Asia in Italian. This made things much easier.

Yubelluna started to politely grill the girl for information about her and how the two of us met. Witches aren't quick to place faith in something neither trust the source if it's foreign. Asia came up with a highly exaggerated story of how I appeared out of nowhere in her time of need and decided a solution to you desperate situation. I didn't really appreciate the note about how a knife ended up in my stomach and turned a good amount of my insides to ribbons. Yubelluna burst out into a fit of laughter and pain racked coughs. Asia helped the woman settle down less her condition worsens. In time though Yubelluna gave Asia permission to do her healing.

I stood ready to give support however I can.

Asia rose her hands up over Yubelluna with the right over the left and began to pray. The light from her sacred gear encased Yebelluna in its pure white light. Yebelluna shifted a little, but she remained still for the most part. Asia grimaced and it increased the longer she remained in place. She asked Sister Yubelluna what happened to her that caused such spiritual damage to her soul and body. Yubelluna, while under the light, traded her own amazingly exaggerated story of her history with me. It lead all the way to me and the conflict I had with Riser. Storming the underworld and saving a woman from the peerage of an evil and self-righteous devil does make for good girl chat apparently.

Asia looked at me with some twisted form of hero worship which made me uncomfortable to say the least. I'm not nor never have been a hero. I've hunt yokai, beasts, and monsters. Protect humanity as I was trained to do. Old grudges haven't faded at all despite the centuries I've been in purgatory. At times I've envision myself hunting monsters forever in astral form know it's impossible. If I go there after I die that's what will happen. It's only it were so simple for us.

I was pulled from my thoughts when I noticed Asia's magic beginning to dimmer down. She was panting, and a cold sweat fell down her brow. I pushed from the wall and walked towards the spiral. "Are you at your limit?" Asia panted but shook her head. She seemed adamant on healing her despite the obvious strain it places on her body. Asia was beginning to shiver and slouching down a bit. She was running out of holy power, but to last this long is impressive. I checked my watch and counted over 37 minutes so far. She healed my wound which was fatal in nature in under a minute, and that was without any effort, but for Yubelluna, she's been at it for more than half an hour. I looked over the witch and grit my teeth. The stitches I placed on her wounded soul unraveled and the gash left behind heal over, but it causes a backlash upon Yubelluna's body which she Asia was forced to contend with simultaneously.

I winced a bit as the pain returned. Healing hurts. There's also the past injuries her body regressed into that are requiring Asia's attention as well. What I've done at best was rig her body to last until I could find a healer, and she's struggling.

I stepped up whilst ignoring the pain to use my remaining energy undoing the bandages, cleaning the wounds, and then allowing Asia to mend it correctly and better than ever. "You're amazing Asia. Simply amazing." The healing hurt, and the process was agonizing, but once the wound was healed I felt better. It's working, that's all that matters.

"Thank you!" she grinned. The girls concentration broke for a moment, causing the light to dimmer, but she quickly regained it with more vigor than before.

I made the mess and now Asia is cleaning it up. I can at least give her the power necessary to continue. "I can provide my own Od to support you. Take my hand." I removed my glove and presented it to her. Asia glanced back to me and smiled as thanks. The message was clear. I bit my lip and stood quietly by her side to watched. She wished to finish this on her own. I can respect that. "If you need help just let me know. I have an ocean of Od at your neck and call."

"T-thank you Hunter, but I-I can do this." Before I could speak up against this she smiled at me again. "Thank you for worrying about me. I can do this." I had to believe in her it seems. She can do this. It will tire her out into unconsciousness maybe, but I know she can do this. She's trying hard and who am I to stop her? I stood ready to give her the power to finish but suddenly, without my input, the spiral at our feet began to glow. From the center the black indents turned a whitish green. Instantly, I stepped out the spiral as the energy that activated it grew stronger. Strong enough to cast me out if I had overstayed in the owner's territory.

This is interesting. The magic of a kingdom long forgotten to time is responding to this one human girl.

Interesting.

I watched this amazing spectical of light with my arms crossed until the light died. I blinked and looked down to my body. I touched my chest and even looked within myself. The pain was completely gone. "I'm fully healed?" I stood mystified. "Asia, you're truly an Saintess! I…" I saw her beginning to fall and quickly shot to her and caught her in my arms. I looked into her body and frowned. "She's completed exhausted, it seems."

"That girl Hunter." I looked up and before me I saw a smirking Yebulluna before me. Her body was completely naked and without a blemish or mark. "We owe her our lives." The witch placed a hand on Asia's head. "Let's pay back or young Saintess."

I nodded for no other word needed to be spoken.


Yubelluna stretched with a very unladylike yawn to accompany it. She was dressed in a white buttoned up shirt, which happened to be one of mine, with her hair tied back into a pony tail. She seemed relaxed just sitting so casually on my couch which seemed to be a trend for Devils, prior devils, fallen angels, and demon who come to my home. Asia was resting in my bed to restore all the Od she lost saving this woman's life. Thankfully, the residual Od contained within my room is helping her reach a speedy recovery. I'm still baffled that this human girl activated the Ender Seal. She should've died; regular mortals can't use it without serious repercussions. Not only did she survive, but I felt a shift in her soul. She will recover stronger than ever. So strong I grew curious one whether to not to offer my blood to her as I had Issei, the right way.

Back to Yubelluna though.

Once she was well enough to move, she assisted me in escorting Asia to my room. Then she went inside and told me to stay out. My room, of all places. No one tells me to stay out of "my" room, bought and paid for with the money out of my own pocket. Just when I'm about to barge in, she comes out wearing one of my collared shirts, with the top five out of seven buttons undone. Why not? Her breasts would have broken the fabric of my shirt if she hadn't. My lack of having a good supply of women's clothing seemed to be falling back on me. What man keeps women's clothing or undergarments in his home when he lives alone though? According to common opinion, some sick and freaky individuals who play for the other team. Not really my words, but I've remembered them the moment I heard them.

She decided to wear one of my white shirts and a pair of my blood red boxers. First thing she asks me when she leaves is "Do I look sexy in your clothing?" For the life of me, I wasn't sure on how to answer that question. She knew that answer to already though. We are tethered she so knows what I'm thinking or at least has an idea of it. After that release of the entities within me I've been feeling… things. Lust happened to be one of them, and right now, I couldn't keep my eyes off of Yubelluna.

She's a very beautiful woman. An extremely beautiful and mature woman. She's fully grown compared to the children trying to play angels and demons at that school I suffer going to.

That's another effect of releasing the powers within me. From words of another it "Takes the stick out of my ass and then that ass out of its shell" or something along those lines. I'd admit that normally I can be very cold and uncaring individual. I fake most of the emotions that I show, but I'm still human. The entities within as well need to be controlled. They're all fed to the void during the daylight hours to keep myself from getting possessed by a demon or spirit, but after at night is when I have to be careful. Because they attach themselves to emotions the night is when whispers return. At night barrier weakens. I hunt at night mainly because it appeases them.

Lilith within me keeps the monsters under her control, otherwise, I would succumb to the rage and lust within me and take it out on someone in this building. I have a good number of females in this room that I can't stop staring at. I know by the blush sported on Kalawarner's cheeks and that look of eagerness that Mittelt has, as if saying "do it," that I'm projecting every little bit of the dark sweet juice known as cruel desire towards each of them. I've known even one of them from one point in my life, and I'm sure with a couple choice words I could take at least one of them here and now. On the table, the floor, on the ceiling; I don't care as of now, and Lilith is encouraging me right now to just let go and feed my wild side. I'm positive that she got that phrase from that one commercial I saw while I was in New York City researching the vampire clan that took residence there.

Honestly, I wanted nothing else but to let go and indulge of the sins of the flesh with the supernatural beings in my presence. Thankfully the being of rational mind next to me was able to rein in my actions. I can control myself from slipping into darkness.

'Because as you know the moment you commit that sin you. Become. MINE!'

Lilith, the wife of damnation herself, and desires what I have. She needs physical tie to this world again. You can't kill aspects and you can't kill a god. My ancestor tried and her presence still lurked both the shadows. She keeps me young as much as my Jager spirit does. Youth is wasted on someone like me.

The youth I'm wasting not enjoying myself and eloping with a young lady.

Why do I have to suffer this right now? I've one very beautiful witch in my clothes making them look sexy. A fallen angel not afraid to flaunt what she has with her tight clothing that hugs her amazing tits. Another fallen angel that appears like a young pretty loli not that I mind one bit. With that petite figure and small frame the possibilities…

I felt my body suddenly shiver from anticipation.

What if I had all three? I can outlast monster, demons, and fell gods. A couple fallen and a witch would bow before me like I'm god once I'm done with them. They're lucky I can't else I would lose a great deal of my magical prowess after it's said or done.

"Noooo! Don't think like that! Take them. Conqueror them!"

The rules states that I have feel Love. A mutual love I know is impossible. If I wish to grow stronger, overtake the dark, I must find unconditional love. If indulge in sin I'll fall.

Sadly, I'm beginning to not care.

No, I still care. The dark won't win.

"Hey…" My eyes shot up before my head could follow. A glare that unintentionally pierced the innermost parts of this female's soul. Kalawarner yelped with a soft "eep" and shot to her feet. "N-nevermind!" She waved her hands in front of her frantically. It's annoying. Those hands are moving so slow and causing after images to form. Like a trail moving to catch up with an already snail slow moving object. I felt a growl leave my throat but heard only the seductive whispers in my ear telling, no begging me, to just let go.

Just take what's mine. It's mine whether it knows it or not. If it's within my reach that means I can take it anytime I wish.

I have to be patient. For now, I will be patient.

I gripped my forehead as the duality of light and darkness waged an infernal war within my mind. I rose my other hand up and pointed to the couch. The fallen angel took the hint and sat back down. Being on a higher level than I can constitute as an act of challenge. I refuse to suffer someone standing taller than me. If I stand you can stand but not as tall as me. If I sit you had better follow suit. If you're too tall for the chair then to the floor for you. It's that simple once you enter my territory.

Threw my head back and took a breath as the three occupants shifted uncomfortably in their place. Well, two occupants did while the other shifted her legs into a cross and rubbed them together.

I could feel Mittelt's arousal in my presence and seemed to be enjoying the oppressive pressure my released state inflicts on its victims. This only added fuel to the fire. Why does she look at me like that? You'd think an angel wouldn't think the thoughts I am seeing and hearing right now. 'Plow me, destroy me. For the love of God just take me! You know you want to! Put that thick and hard member into me. Do it. Do it. DO IT!' She keeps repeating this. I dialed down the vulger words she insisted on using.

Kalawarner's thoughts aren't schandalous. Hers are spawned from curiosity and questioning. "He's extremely strong. That much is obvious. His desire to rape us is stifling. He has the power to take what he want; why he doesn't he? Why does he hesitate? I hate to say, but this human could very well take me and no amount of fighting could save me. How can a human become like this? Holy and demented energies are all swirling within this single body. It's frightening to see…but strangely invigorating. How peculiar.' Kalawarner evened out her thoughts. The order within her helped quell the fire within me. Such ration thoughts. I can relate. These thoughts help me so much to get through this…thing.

"Hey ahh, Baruda, you okay?" The gorgeous goddess that is Yubelluna asked in her slightly deep and savvy voice.

"I haven't heard that name in a long time." I felt my body slump and my arms dangle between my legs. "In such a long time."

"Mou," Yubelluna groaned. "Now you're making me feel old."

"How old are the both of you anyway?" Mittelt asked with her eyes still keyed on a specific part of my anatomy. I didn't mind all that much and really, really wished I could give her exactly what she wanted.

"Not as old as a brat like you, I'm sure," Kalawarner joked but failed to get a proper response from the elder angel of the two. "Hey," Kalawarner shouted nearly ringing out my ears. "Stop that!"

"Piss off Kala. I'm busy trying to picture something. Leave me alone little Ms. Bratty caddy," the young appearing blonde said childishly.

"At least I'm not making myself appear as a tramp. How long are you going to stare at him like that anyway?"

Mittelt finally broke her visual of me and smiled at her fellow fallen with a gleam in her eyes. "Until I get what I want. When I want something, I get it. Call me a selfish and spoiled brat all you want Ms. Hypocritical control freak, but when I see a goal, I reach for it. Then I apply a little pressure to keep it in my grasp," she giggled. "Then maybe add a little lubrication so not to make it uncomfortable. Finally, ring," she rose here hands out with one cupped hand on top of the other. "That towel until all that water I want comes out," she whispered staring right into my eyes.

Kalawarner blushed and looked away while mumbling some incoherent things like 'slut brat' and 'tramp stickler' or something along those lines. I wasn't listening all that much.

"You're definitely a fallen angel of debauchery," Yubelluna deduced sounding bored.

"Debauchery? Heheh," the blonde fallen just chuckled and shook her head before looking back to me. "Ask him. He already knows what we both are, or at least has an idea." Yubelluna rose an eyebrow but still looked towards me as well for an answer. "Best ask him now while he can still think clearly."

"Tssk," I clicked my tongue and averted my gaze.

"Or maybe it will be the other way around," I heard her giggle once more.

I took a calming breath and said, "Fallen angel align to the complete opposite of their once graceful calling. She is now defilement, forced to take the form of what further corrupts those around her."

"Defilement? Impurity? Guilt? You mean she was an Angel of…"

"That's the past!" The girl roared and quickly the air around us began to feel a little heavier as well. She took a breath and leaned back in her seat. Her cheeks flushed from anger or maybe something more akin to rage. No angel wishes to be reminded of how they fell. The only way for a previous angel like her to fall is if she… well… It doesn't matter.

"And what of you?" The witch turned her golden eyes with midnight black pupils towards the next fallen. "You turned away from your previous master quickly."

"I have no master, witch." Kalawarner spat out.

If Yubelluna took offense she didn't show it. Instead a small smirk born from her amusement blessed her lips. I found her smile to be beautiful without the purple lipstick that she wore with Riser. "Really? From what I gathered, you follow your leader's orders like a good little soldier." Kalawarner growled but said nothing. Yubelluna took advantage of this to continue. "So why do you follow and turn away so easily? Are you like the little girl? More akin to being next to your higher up than being pushed down by them?"

Mittelt snort and said, "Please, I'm always gonna be on top." Mittelt flicked of her hair. Kalawarner though stood up. Her hands glowed with the intent to smite something or someone. I don't like violence to take place in my home. Before Kalawarner could even act she was suddenly slammed back into the chair roughly and her arms stuck to her sides.

"What the…?"

"Hmhm," Yubelluna wagged a mocking finger. The witch hadn't even said a word to cast her spell giving her full control over the fallen. "My oh my," the witch's eyes lit up a little from the small release of her power. "Allow me to cure some of your ignorance. For the last century I've been passed around like a pawn from one little Phenex to the next." Yubelluna crossed her legs and straightened her back like a dignified woman despite her current attire being anything but dignifying. "I hated life, but I was a devil and a queen, one of the strongest of peerage pieces. During that time, I've researched and read more books some corrupted bitch like you could fathom." Despite her harsh words Yebelluna's tone was still calm and sexy as hell.

Kalawarner tried to move and fought against the binding. Yubelluna smiled at her trapped prey. "I learned a couple spells. Spells to bind a weak fallen angel like yourself. Spells to render you powerless. Such spelld are as simple to cast without words as breathing," Her story came to the point she was making, and the shock of that declaration showed on both fallen angels' faces. "I know spells and enchantments that could rip the remaining grace out of you. That'd leave you utterly and completely human." Her smile turned sinister.

"May I be excused!" Mittelt rose her hand. Yebelluna narrowed her eyes at the little fallen then looked at me. "I can help the de… Ravel in the kitchen!" I suppose I didn't mind if this one gave Ravel a hand with the food and the dishes. I nodded at the fallen angel. She hopped up and over the couch into a backward roll to her feet. She rushed to the hallway with a face so pale you could almost mistake her for a ghost.

"W-wait Mittelt," Kalawarner called out.

Yubelluna licked her lips, "mmhh, that distress and desperation. I like it."

Mittelt froze before and looked back to her sister. "You have my sympathy." With that she disappeared out into the hallway leaving us three alone.

"I've a rule," I rose a finger to put enphasis on this. "No violence in any shape or form is allowed while on the premises. Understood?" Kalawarner just stared at me in shock. Suddenly she gasped in pain.

"Please answer before I have a little fun," the witch grinned evilly. I could almost mistake her for a demon right now.

"Y-yes, I'm sorry," she said desperately. The binding broke and Kalawarner slumped and fell down on the couch panted harshly.

"Thank you," I said to the both of them. Yubelluna just sustained her sensual smile.

"A-are there any other rules," the woman stuttered, but I felt a sense of longing from her. Does she covet restrictions placed on her? A former angel of Order or acquiescence maybe.

"Before I tell you the rules, I wish to know how you fell from grace."

The fallen angel shook her head with a sad smile. "I'd rather not say, but I'm sure you've suspicions. You've always been clever, both in and out the classroom."

The fallen angel was correct. It's not to hard to assume just what her aspect was. It comes down on the task God gave them and how they defiled that task. I've known Mittelt and Kalawarner long enough to deduce what that aspect was.

"Can I ask you something, Jaeger?" Kalawarner asked.

"Yes," I sighed whilst rubbing my head.

"Are you really him?"

Doubt. I felt doubt coming off her.

"I don't know who 'him' is."

"The man know as Harbinger. The one who caused the extermination of the elf race."

The truth of the matter is that I didn't exterminate the Elven race; one of my ancestors did. It was his first task under the crown to purge the land of inhumans, including their cousins the High and Dark elf people. I have his memories of those days

Their fighting prowess was greatly enhanced by magic. It's what future Jaeger based their style off of. Soon, he realized he was being used to wage war against a peaceful race that didn't wish for conflict.

This revelation came too late in my opinion.

He left the crown, joined the remaining elves, saved a few in the process of domestication. Humans used rape to break the minds of both male and female non-humans. He killed three times as many of the humans, believing he was fixing one of his greatest mistakes. He saved as many as he could at the cost of his humanity. The Elven race still exists to this day, hiding in plain sight amongst humans. Some migrated to this world an others remained in their home world. I personally assisted in rebuilding portions of their kingdom for time between here and there is subjective to the god that reminds over those realms.

I wonder if they have forgiven my ancestor after all this time. I tried to give time to make amends, but the majority still scorn us. I know the leaders of the dark and high elves do not hate me; the dark elves eventually warmed up to me.

I wonder how Chloe is doing right now. I should summoner here to this world someday. I'd be nice to have some decent company I can relate to.

"You destroyed whole kingdoms for a single woman," she said next.

That wasn't fully true either. I didn't do it for her. I did it because of her. That damned konoichi Kuu and her habit of causing trouble. She was an excellent kunoichi and accomplished anti-demon ninja like myself at the time. Her moves were as strong and graceful as they were seductive with provocative clothing to match. I was forced to suffer her crazy antics and habit of infuriating the right people at the wrong time. She was always causing mischief whether it was China, Japan, or some other part of Eurasia back then. I caught her interest because I was the only man that did fall for her feminine wiles and, to put it bluntly, beat the crap out of her. When she was trying to kill me with her magic and bombs I didn't see a woman but just another inhuman monster wearing the face of a human; like a succubus. She learned quickly the 'me' back then wasn't going to fall for her tricks or even humor a verbal confrontation. I was only part dragon during that time. It was a simpler time.

I felt nothing when the hunt began and she proved to be slippery prey. Showed great ingenuity when she used the bamboo against me and the rest of the environment. Attacking from above and placing traps to trip me up. All it did was delay the inevitable. After she was beaten, on the ground at my feet, she tried to eat poison to kill herself, but I stopped her. After she passed out, I took responsibility for her and nursed her to health. I had nothing better to do but take care of her a potiental sister.

After we talked a great deal she proclaimed her love for me and decided to marry me. Back then I didn't understand marriage. I didn't understand the phrase "tying the knot," and I didn't care to understand. From that point my life grew very interesting. We travels together for six months until she left me. She left a note that said it was fun while it lasted, but she was bored of me and was saying goodbye. It made no sense because notes aren't apart of her character. Anytime if she wanted to tell relay her thoughts it'd be face to face. I thought I knew her inside and out by then, but then that happened. I took it in stride and just left after that with a coin purse a little lighter than it should have been.

"You supposedly defeated a dragon alone as well," she reminded me.

I didn't defeat a dragon. It was too strong for me to kill. Instead we found mutual respect for one another. Never in my life, with the hundreds I've killed, did face a hunt as draining as that. I was honored to earn their respect. They even granted me a wish as well. During that time I didn't care about money or status, but I needed power. Power to destroy the one controlling us.

'And look how that ended,' the coy voice of Lilith sounded in my ear.

The dragon offered its life to empower me, but I said no. I have respected few beings in this life. Regardless of my answer, it granted my wish but not in now I first assumed. It was powerful enough to shape shift and so became a wisp. It entered my very soul then expanded. I felt like I was going to explode. The pain was unbelievable. I have yet to feel another that matched it. She became one with me, I suppose turning me into a dragon. My skin was as tough as steel, see through walls, and see the souls of the people behind it. Power at the cost of becoming something very much inhuman, but at the same time I was human.

'It worked out well, and I'm still entertained by your choices,' the dragon whispered in my ear, but with the power behind it, he might as well been a roar. Him for now because a dragon can be anything it wants to be. 'Continue to impress human.' I felt the presence of the dragon fade back into my mind. I wonder why the dragon is still with me. He could've abandon me completely when we spilt over ten years ago, and yet, he came back. I would question why, but no one questions a dragon.

"You fought and beaten a whole manner of beasts and supernatural monsters alike."

That was part of my mission to rid the world of inhuman monsters. Vampires, werewolves, leprechauns, and even humans covet death when they tip the balance. They target me because of what I harbor within my body; so I killed then.

Succubus hounded me day and night. I was know as the 'Great Catch' because no man or woman could sway me and they wanted to prove this wrong. They wished for me to be their 'one and only' so to mate and have many strong children. Many came after me, but only one succubus got close with her tactics. She and I spent only a long time together. It's not the longest or shortest I was hunted by a single succubus, but it had the most impact on me. Her name was Isabela. She was a pirate from Spain with a mix of Romanian and Anglo Saxon; beautiful enough to leave human men breathless. Without the use of her magics as a demon she could approached me unaware of her nature. Unlike the rest of her sisters that shifted forms she came to me as natural as she could. She faked nothing.

I sometimes miss our talks. For a time I didn't know what she was. I thought she was some sea woman on man's waters at first. She helped me during my tasks and was patient with me. I soon began to feel something for her. Her mannerisms were crude but delicate. Her attitude was direct but soft. A walking paradox if you will, and I felt something for her. I had a good time walking the beach, drinking at taverns, and sparring with her. After a month together I had to leave for the East. My master made me an Eraser and the East my domain. She tried to take me away from it.

"Sail with me and let's travel the world together. I love you so please choose me."

She wasn't lying; I could feel it. Unlike other succubus, she didn't fake it. I still rejected her. My master's will was life then. Isabella used her powers and revealed herself to me. We fought and her speed and flexibility matched my strength and vigor. She was a highly proficient sword expert and found every kink in my armor to get an attack in. In the end we both were disarmed, on the sand with water washing us, and with her on top of me straddling my body. I felt comfortable and loved even minute of the bout. She told me she'd never let me go and pointed out I was her one true mate. I was resistant to her powers unlike the rest I had to contend with. I didn't know what to say except tell her that my mission would come first. She thought on my response and told me fate willed us together. Out bond secured our hearts already.

I knew what she was talking about. I could feel it in my body; the desire to be with her for eternity. I felt the same for her. We kissed and sealed the deal. I was hers and she was mine. She'd be with no other man accept me and vise versa. I didn't mind this, and I know succubus mate for life until their partner dies. Isabella is still out there somewhere. I can feel it. Maybe she's waiting for me to finish my mission. She comes to me in my dreams sometimes and smothers me. It's funny that she succeeded where many other demonic succubi failed.

"They say you also fought angels and demons then gained their power."

Another half-truth. I don't have power from an angel. The same with the demons as well after all I have the first demon within me. The first and strongest light and dark based beings resided within to bring me balance. I'm the key holding back the flood.

"So tell me, if really are him, then is any of this true? I've heard the stories of a human becoming immortal and hunting down all the bad little monsters. The one that mommy devils tell to their little devil child will come for them if they don't eat their vegetables."

I took a breath before saying, "I am who I am."

Those legends that span thousands of years are me and not me, but claim no fame or infamy. for all I have done in this world. I have kept the balance between the dark, the light, the monsters, and the humans in check, but I don't claim immortality. If you cut my head off I will die. If rip my heart out I will die. If I bleed out I will die. I don't progress past the age where I'm at my strongest because of certain circumstances, but I can die. I will exist as the thing that will kill little devil children if necessary. Wouldn't be the first time."

Memories of those days filled my mind. I've killed children before. Children of monsters, demons, humans, and hybrids alike. If a child had a self destructing destiny I put it to an end as my right of a dragon kin gave me.

"If the stories you heard label me a merciless killer that exterminated while races, I had my reasons behind it. The ogres had to all die because they raped anything that moved and pillaged without reason of than the fact to fuel their own vanity. I destroyed the orcs and kampi so that man could hunt, fish, and feed their families without fear of losing a member. I took care of an angel uprising that you angels seemed to label as 'not our problem'."

Kalawarner tensed at my accusation and said, "I remember nothing about an uprising of demons."

"Hm, I wonder why."

The woman remained silent then scowled. "Maybe I was right all along about them," she murmured.

"I've been only protected myself and my interests. The monsters, demons, and humans who became obstacles paid the price.."

"Am I an obstacle to you?"

"No," I said evenly.

The fallen frowned but didn't challenge it. "You could kill me without much effort I suppose. Even your witch can manipulate me on a whim. How can humans get so strong?" She demanded from the two of us. "How can you become a devil and then become human again? Once you change its impossible to come back."

"Says who?" Yubelluna asked and scoffed.

"Say, well, everyone," Kalawarner answered weakly and not at all helping her argument.

"And this 'everyone' made the rules. That's untrue because men can become angels and a devil can become human. The process can kill that's why they say it's impossible, but as you can see I'm very much alive." Yebelluna lifted her hand up. A reddish purple aura outlined her hand before forming into an orb in her hand. "If I desired it, I could probably turn you into a devil or human. The process isn't to difficult for angels and even easier for fallen angels, or so I've heard."

That was new to me. Maybe centuries in Hell did her some good.

"Oh yeah? It's that easy? How about an arch angel?" She challenged the witch. Elevation is vastly more difficult than transmogrification and grew curious of her replay.

"It wouldn't be the first time a fallen angel found herself within the grace of God again after falling."

"Impossible!"

"Keep telling yourself that," Yubelluna teased with a coy smile. "The little brat is closer that you are to finding a way back to that level."

"Mittelt?" She said offended of such a claim. "These no way that little tramp could. She fell more willingly than I did and goes against everything she represented."

"She's right on her way and has been. There's a reason she's stronger than you."

"What do you mean?"

I stood up and stretched gaining the attention of both women in the room with me. "Foods ready," I said. With that I left out the living room.

"Hey wait!" Yubelluna followed behind me to the kitchen. Her breasts bounced against the straining fabric of my shirt until she stopped.

"You hungry as well?" I questioned, struggling to keep my eyes up.

"Famished is a better word," she replied smiling softly. "I'm not the only one," she narrowed her eyes at me.

I hummed a bit and said, "Hopefully the girls are finished in the kitchen." Just have to focus on food for now. Not women food but food I can't eat. Not eat as in eating women but chew on... swallow... Digest! Yes! Digest! I'll focus on that.

"No I'd say it's larger than that," I heard from outside the entrance to the kitchen. I stopped to listen in as curiosity got the best of me.

"No way it can be that big. I'd never fit." I heard Ravel state. The first voice had t belong to Mittelt.

"The bigger, the better." Mittelt chuckled.

"Oh my I wonder what they're talking about heheh?" Yubelluna too snickered.

I had my suspicions, but this is Ravel. She's not the vulgar sort and doesn't like fallen angels all that much. I doubt Mittelt could sway her.

"Not all the time. What if the goo spills everywhere while it heats up?" Ravel asserted.

"A little extra icing on the cake doesn't hurt it." The fallen sounded as dirty as possible threatening to corrupt my little princess. I'm beginning to wonder who the real devil is.

"I guess, but I doubt he'll like it like that. Neither would Yubelluna." Ravel muttered sounding indecisive.

"I don't know about that," the witch giggled. It seems she came to her own consensus on what the two little girls were discussing already and it leaned to the perverted side. The woman reached for my hand and glared down at her before she reached it. She skilled so innocently it had to be fake as she took my hand and leaned in towards me. "I do owe you for saving me, Hunter," she said, her tone dripped with suggestions alluding to the untoward. "How about we let the children play and the adult have their moment?" she whispered in my ear once my back was against the wall. I don't know when she got me cornered like this or how.

I felt myself gulp. "Another time perhaps," I said blankly and averted my gaze. The woman pouted a bit from the rejection.

"I'm sure that witch," Mittelt spat out, "won't mind. It's not like she'll leave us to enjoy that meal. Who is that anyway? A human or devil?"

"Neither if you ask me. Witches aren't really human in my opinion. They're humanoids, but decided to dabble in the magic of the beyond. Not really what humans can do without changing into something else."

"Huh?" I looked back to see the witch deep in thought. She climbed off me to think taking the warmth and her delicious scent with her. "Never thought I'd hear her say that." I took that opening to pull myself off the wall and catch my breath.

"So she's really not a devil anymore?"

"No, my future husband took the queen piece out of her and purged what he calls 'the darkness' from her soul. It nearly killed them both, that idiot. If I'd lost him he'd kill myself."

"Future husband," the witch said with a teasing tone. "Didn't think you the type."

"I'm not," I stated and left it at that, but I did feel a twinge of warmth to hear those words.

"So that's why he wanted Asia?" Mittelt asked.

"That's part of it, but he has a habit of looking deep into a person's being and picking them out for later," Ravel answered while noises at the sink.

"I know that. I knew that moment we met. He saw more than I wanted to show."

"That's one reason why I wish he was a devil," my princess confessed leaving me stunned.

"What? Why? That will never happen."

"You never know, and besides, if he did turn, he'd become a demon. Heh, it wouldn't just be any demon; it would be one of the highest-ranking demons with a peerage to match."

"Oh? You want to be part of your "future husbands' peerage? How cute," the fallen angel teased.

"I'd be worthy to stand by his side as his second and queen once I hit my growth. I stem from a predominant family as well." Ravel stated as facts and not opinions.

"Do you have a crush on him?" Mittelt teased again.

"Not really," Ravel dismissed what Mittelt was trying to do with ease. "I care about him, treat him with the respect he deserves, but we have a mutual love that's between siblings. He's a brother to me, and I'm a sister to him. I'm content with this and know he values me. If he had peerage pieces I'd be his queen most likely."

I stood proud of my princess. She understands her worth and standing well.

"You? Why not the witch? You said she was a queen before, right?"

"True, but if I know him and understand he thinks, he'd make her a rook or a pawn before a queen."

"Why," Mittelt urged.

"Because she's an excellent Magician. I've seen her fight being higher in caste than her and win. Despite her holier than thou persona, she's an experienced duelist in terms of magical combat, but there stems the problem. It's all magic based. Before, if she got too injured she used the Phoenix tear to save her. She believed this was enough, and I admit she's good with a staff, but only against foes not fully experienced. Close quarters is her weakness same with against fast opponents like Knights."

"As a queen, she could sustain quick speeds, but not for long compared to a knight. Any rook can overpower her. I have yet to see a bishop overpower her, but seeing that she's been using magic for so long, I'd be shocked anyone could. No, he's want to make her grow into more than mage. Maybe learn how to use a sword, a spear, or something coupled with her staff." Ravel explained perfectly. Magic can decide a battle in seconds but once your pool of energy is dry you're defenseless unless you've trained for physical combat. Yebelluna took these words to heart shown by how deep of thought she appeared. She cupped her chin and mused on the possibilities now that we're free from our suffering.

"Okay, but what about you? You say she needs work in a field of a rook or knight or whatever, but why would he make you a queen? You don't seem all that strong to me." Mittelt paused. "Why are you smiling like that?" she questioned sounding anxious all of the sudden.

"Because your ignorant," Ravel jeered.

"What you say!"

"You're ignorant, because you're judging me based off appearances. If you stay here be ready to be surrounded by people stronger than you. For example: when you first met him you thought he was just a strange human, right?"

Mittelt went quiet, the anger from her outburst faded away in moments. "Maybe a little. I thought he was a weirdo after a loli or something like that. I mean, wherever he went, you weren't too far behind."

"Tssk," Ravel scoffed. "I'd been by his side if not for that cow who got the way all the time. That ginger Gremory was so persistent."

"Gremory? The red head devil? You don't like her?"

Ravel huffed. "I'm indifferent. I don't care what she does, but her attempt to make Jaeger a piece of her peerage irks me. She sent her cow to herd him in and that failed. She sent that blonde hündin who ended up being tortured for getting a little to nosy. Stupid dog."

If Kiba were here his soul would be crushed right now.

"Then she sent the cat and then the cat became his little pet. It was funny how he conform Gremory's peerage against her and the ease in which he did it. He knows how to manipulate and make it all seem genuine too."

"You sound like you idolize him."

"He's the nightmare of my people and the boogeyman to yokai all across the world. He's one of the oldest humans in existence and stronger than anything I have seen. I'd say there's little not to idolize from a devil's point of view."

"He's so strong, yet lives in a house this small?" Mittelt

"You expected a mansion?" Ravel sounded as if she wanted to laugh.

"Sort of," the fallen chuckled sheepishly.

"He doesn't need it, so he doesn't have it."

"It's just… if you've all this power, you're supposed to use it. Take what you want. Enforce your will on the lesser and all that."

"He does, but not in the way you'd expect."

Ding dong*

"Looks like the sweet buns are ready and.. there's icing all over them. Why did I listen to you?"

"So that's what they were talking about," I smirked lifting my chin to the witch. She huffed and crossed her arms under her chest.

Mittelt giggled them yelped, "Ow, hot!"

"You need to let them cool of first. This is why you'd be a pawn over anything," Ravel sighed.

"Not like I want to be a filthy devil in the first place."

"When your strong enough beat me in a fight or Yubelluna, whom I'm stronger than, then you can about your will. Until then, little bird, keep your tripe to yourself."

"Yeah, well, you suck!" Mittelt stuck out her tongue.

"No, you suck!" Ravel mirrioed

"Nah ah."

"Ahh ha."

"Kids will be kids it seems," I said shaking my head.

"At least they're getting along." Yebelluna was right. They're not killing each other and not speaking about anything strange so I guess it's all fine.

"You made a lot of food. Do you come here often?" Mittelt asked next. Seems she full of questions today.

"I come here everyday before I go home. If not father would raise an army to get me back and force Jaeger to kick him back down to hell. Don't want that happening anytime soon."

"Okay, but why do you cook for him?"

Ravel sighed. "Because he asked me too. Now help me set the table."

"Why should I? It's not my house, and I'm not eating."

"Suit yourself, but just know I'll remember this later." Ravel warned.

"Whatever," Mittelt rolled her eyes at the young devil.

By that point, Yubelluna and I entered the kitchen. "Food ready?" I asked the two girls.

"Yep! Look what I made for you!" Mittelt snagged a tray with sweet rolls on top from the stove top an presented them for me. There was icing everywhere to the point I saw more icing than pan. But the excited smile on the fallen angel's forced my hand. I reached down and pat her over the head with a gloved hand. She giggled cutely from the praise.

"Hey! What about me?" Ravel cried out puffing our her cheeks. "I starting setting the table, placed the food on the table, and did all the cooking. All angel girl did was put too much icing on my buns!"

"Icing on your buns?" The witch teased Ravel much to her ire.

"Get off my back Yubelluna! It's not..."

"Hey." I kneeled down to my Princess's level and held out my arms. It was an open invitation. She blinked then grinned before ramming into my chest into a bone crushing hug. Her arms secured around my neck and her shoulder slammed into throat. I coughed a bit but okay. "Thanks for your hard work Ravel. I appreciate you more than you think." I returned the hug.

"You'd better," she grumbled but I felt the warmth behind it. She's been worried about me for a while now, but now I'm fine. She's relieved but will never admit it to my face. We broke or hug and Ravel turned to Yubelluna next and smiled up to her. One that the witch returned before lowering herself and well. Ravel rushed into a much softer hug than I suffered.

"We're okay princess, so don't cry."

"I'm not crying," Ravel snort and buried herself further in the warm embrace of her mentor figure. I joined placing a hand on Yubelluna's shoulder and atop Ravel's head. I can't imagine what she's been feeling thought out this whole process. The both of us are really all she has and I endangered that. My little princess was joyful we survived but angry we placed each other in that predicament in the first place. I'll have to make amends later.

"Come on. Let's set the table." I pat the both of them and moved to follow my own word. I helped set the table for us to eat and the two of them followed with me.

"Wow, I'm the three wheel." Mittelt stood aghast.

The rest of the night past uneventfully. I

By the end of dinner I returned to my room giving the living room to the angel, and checked on Asia. She was drained but recovering. I dropped into my bed next to her and fade into the abyss of sleep. Today was an eventful day.