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Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Eventually, the FUCKING DEMONS, reached the door to the rooftop. I could see with E.E how the redhead had a look of determination on her face.
"I will step in. Please, let's just talk."
I clutched my gun harder, and I started the [Stylish Twirl].
"ONE STEP HERE AND I'LL FUCKING BLOW YOUR BRAINS OUT!"
My threat had the intended effect, she stopped herself from opening the door… but I saw her face twist into a pained expression.
Why? Why were you making that expression? I couldn't fucking see it, there was no purpose in faking emotions if I wasn't able to see it, dipshit. You fucking sucked at this.
"Please! I- I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable before, I promise that I truly just want to talk with you. I- I know that I didn't make the best first impression, but please, just hear me out. I don't want to harm you."
Her face looked genuine. Diving deeper into her chest (for once not to ogle at her tits) I see her heart beating fast… but not because she's lying. She's nervous, frightened, hopeful.
I frowned. Demon disguises REALLY were good, huh? It seemed like the one I killed yesterday was some baby shit, this one took the fucking cake.
Still, it was weird she faked her facial expressions when I wasn't supposed to see them. Her troupe also had complicated expressions, clearly feeling the tension from this encounter.
…
I bit my lip in frustration. Fucking hell, I REALLY wanted to blow a demon's brains out, but this was starting to seem more and more like a big misunderstanding.
FACT: The ones behind those doors and up in the sky weren't humans. They had fucking retractable wings and, now that the little girl was closer, I could spot a set of cat ears and a tail hidden away. The only thing similar to them would be a fucking DEMON.
FACT: These disphits had chased me here, up onto a rooftop, to 'talk to me'. Super suspicious.
FACT: They had a flying fucking asshole just watching my every move. It could be ready to attack at any moment.
ALSO A FACT: The redhead looked like she would fucking cry if I kept slurring threats and insults her way, and she did that from behind a door I would normally never be able to see through.
…I frowned again. Was I the baddie?
No, no, these assholes chased me, I was practicing self-defense… Still, unlike the demon from yesterday, they seemed willing to… 'talk'.
That fucking troupe still put me on edge though.
After a pause, I finally decided to speak up, [Stylish Twirl] still active if shit went south.
"Alright, we can talk… but send your fucking goons or whatever the hell they are away. ESPECIALLY the flying one, if I spot her again I swear to God I start blasting."
Her eyes widened as I talked, swallowing spit at my demands. She closed her eyes and nodded (even if I couldn't see the action normally.)
"Alright, I'll send them away, they won't be near us when we talk."
I can see how both the catgirl and the blonde one climb down the stairs, apparently still tense with the situation. Turning around, I'm no longer able to see the flying one.
…Eventually, the two goons climb down enough stairs that they get out of my 12 meter range.
Okay, fuck, let's do it.
"Aight, we can speak."
Regretfully, I holster my gun stylishly to stop [Stylish Twirl]. This was supposed to be a peaceful conversation, and a gun in my hand wouldn't really put anyone at ease.
The redhead smiled as she finally got an affirmative sentence out of my mouth.
"Alright. I'll step in, then."
She opened the door and stepped onto the rooftop. Even with E.E's constant ogling of her, watching her with my own eyes was still as impressive.
The wind carried her hair as well as mine, making both flow as we stared at each other. Her face now carried a bit more dignity compared to before, and I made sure to look as impassive as possible.
We kept staring.
….
"I… My name is Rias Gremory, and I'm a devil."
I clutched the holstered gun hard. I was fucking right.
"Yeah, I figured out you were one of those demons. What the hell you want with me is what I'm wondering."
She shook her head.
"We're… we're not demons, we're devils. There's an important difference there. I know that what you experienced yesterday was disturbing, but I assure you that was an isolated case."
I frowned at her.
"Oh, so you knew about my little encounter. How great. Came to get revenge for Miss ManyTits?"
"Quite the contrary. I came here to recruit you."
My frown deepened. The fuck's she talking about.
"For what? Satanic rituals? Gonna gut me open and offer my innards to Beelzebub? Gonna suck my soul outta my body?"
I paused for a second as I finished the sentence.
No, no. Think unsexy thoughts, Daniel, this is a fucking demon.
At my response, Rias examined me for a bit before sighing.
"Do you know anything about the supernatural?"
Why did she have to sound disappointed?
I answered honestly. "There are demons walking around that look like humans that like killing humans…" I thought for a second, scrambling for any sort of knowledge about my current predicament.
"...They don't take well to lead," I added. It was a fact.
She frowned. "Yesterday was the first time you fought a Stray Devil, correct?"
"Why would a fucking demon be a 'stray'. Are you fuckers pets?"
She rubbed her temple. It seemed like she wanted to say something else, but held back from it.
Her blue eyes met mine. "What is your name?"
I thought for a second, then raised my eyebrow.
"I don't think I want some demon just knowing my name. Names got power, you know? Who knows what nasty things a soul-sucking demon could do with it."
She raised her own eyebrow, matching me. "I want to explain things to you, but you're not making it easy for me."
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