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I needed to test it, first.
In a safe environment preferably. After that I'd consider scamming this hot stuff.
"Well," I began. "That offer does sound… convenient, but I'll admit I'm not enthused with the prospect of becoming your servant and doing your general bidding for what sounds like centuries."
Just as her face started to fall slightly, I added,
"However… I think what you offer could greatly benefit me, now and in the future. Before I accept or commit to anything, though, I need time. Just a bit of time. This is a big decision, after all."
She looked so pretty with a smile like that.
"Of course, Daniel! Take your time, we shall be waiting for you with open arms if you decide to join my family. Here…"
From her pocket, she produced a small, pristine white card. I could instantly tell with E.E that it was a business card, contact info printed neatly onto its surface in black lettering.
"Whenever you feel you're ready or simply want to talk to me directly for any reason, call me. I shall make time for you."
I took the card gingerly, giving it one obligatory glance to pretend it's the first time I read it, then pocketed it.
"Also," she added. "I promise you that, as long as you're with me, if you choose to, you will be cared for. I will receive and treat you as my family. On that, you can take my word."
I gave her a doubtful glance, but decided to not make any further comments. It'd be better if she thought that there was a high likelihood of me joining her.
Her smile turned a bit more content at my apparently accepting silence.
"Well Daniel, I don't want to make you feel pressured or uncomfortable any further, so I shall take my leave."
As she spoke, a red glowing circle of seemingly magic stuff manifested at her feet, inscribed with a whole bunch of nonsense.
"I will keep an eye on you, Daniel. You are in my territory, after all, so I would appreciate it if you didn't point your gun at any of my fellow students again."
The fact this was her territory and that I should expect further surveillance brought me zero comfort. Fuck, did that mean that I needed to sleep inside a dumpster to avoi-
WAIT. WAIT. HOLD UP. STOP. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT JUST NOW.
My eyes widened in horror and something akin to primal fear tinged my voice.
"Fellow….students!? You go to SCHOOL!?"
She looked amused at my reaction, the glow from the circle slowly brightening up.
"High-school, yes. Surprised these so-called 'demons' partake in the same human education like everyone else?"
No, I was surprised because this whole afternoon I was apparently lusting after a FUCKING HIGH-SCHOOLER.
NO! TH- THIS CAN'T BE FUCKING HAPPENING! WH- WHY IS A FUCKING HIGH-SCHOOLER RECRUITING TWENTY-SOMETHING HOMELESS PEOPLE!? WHY THE FUCK IS SHE-
NO! WAIT! BACK-UP, BACK-UP. I WASN'T GONNA BE A FUCKING DIAPER-SNIPER! I REFUSED! I- I NEEDED TO MAKE FUCKING SURE!
"Just how old are you again!?"
My pleading was desperate.
Her face looked pretty as (NO. FUCK. UNTHINK THAT.) she gave me an unbelieving stare.
"I can't believe that out of everything I said this is the only fact that has you truly shaken. I don't have words, really, but if this truly matters to you..."
As the glow of the circle shone brighter and brighter, she gave me a coy smirk full of tease.
"I'm 18~."
The light from the circle engulfed her form and, in the blink of an eye, I was left alone on the rooftop, no signs of demons or bullshit in the vicinity.
I fell down to my knees.
"THANK FUCK!"
I WAS CLEAN! TRULY FUCKING CLEAN! OH GOD THAT WAS CLOSE. FUCKING HELL THAT WAS SO CLOSE.
"Th- The line that shouldn't be crossed has remained intact! I am clean!"
IT WAS JUST A TWO YEAR-GAP. THAT'S FINE! THAT'S TOTALLY FINE!
Taking a deep breath, I calmed myself down, relieved that this brief moral crisis had gone smoothly.
This high-schooler shit would've been a real fucking problem if she had been 17 or below. Sure, the age gap on 17 year olds wouldn't have been extremely egregious, but it was still weird.
If I had any say on it, I wanted my afterlife to have nothing fucking weird on it.
At least that age reveal made me all the more sure that I was not going into her service. At all. The humiliation of becoming the slave of an 18 year-old fresh out of highschool would make me too fucking embarrased to even enjoy the benefits.
…That was a lie. I'd get over it pretty quickly and then enjoy the easy ride. STILL. I wasn't gonna fucking take that route.
I was going to become the master of my own fucking destiny and I'd become a rich, powerful mansion-owning cunt on my own terms with my own hands.
However, I needed to level up to become stronger, and thus far the best way to level up had been to murder a 'Stray Devil', and judging by Rias' description, killing them was seen in the same way as someone hunting an invasive animal like a poodle; I was doing society a favor by getting rid of them.
Perhaps by giving this city a thorough look around by midnight would some pesky 'strays' pop-up and beg for a serving of lead. Rias did mention somewhere in between her painfully long explanation that this 'stray' was an unusual case in terms of passing themselves as a human, so there probably wouldn't be more tit-shields like last time.
Hopefully.
It would be a straight-forward job all things considered. Easy-Peasy.
…Fucking hell, I needed to eat. Who knew that running up fifteen flights of stairs would tire someone out? I just burned calories that my body really, really could use to avoid dying like a kid in Africa.
Getting up from my kneeling position with a groan, I started heading for the door to the stairs.
The… fifteen flight-long stairs…
…
…It was time…
You know what? I didn't FEEL like taking the fucking stairs right now.
I took a deep breath. A breath that somehow felt deeper than anything else.
This would be a perfect time to test my ability. Safe environment. All controlled. I was already planning on doing this if shit went south with Rias, so it wouldn't exactly ruin the schedule. I could do it and carry on just fine.
…
"Oh God, what the fuck am I doing."
My words had no effect, for I was already moving.
With my feet feeling like lead, I trudged to the rooftop's railing, the short trip feeling like an eternity.
Putting both hands on it, gripping it real, real hard, I looked over it and took a peek to the uncaring depths below.
Cement. A hard, dirty and sturdy fucking cement floor that was reasonably clean for an alleyway, plus an open trash container waiting for something to crash disgracefully on it.
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