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"Would he even be able to be reincarnated into a devil at this point?"
Rias thought for a second, then shook her head.
"It's pointless to think about. He thoroughly rejected my offer and I'm not about to chase him any further to get such questions answered. I need to focus on the present instead of some fairy tale version of it."
Her Queen whistled, a mix of impressiveness and teasing at her sudden gust of wisdom.
"My, those are some cool words you just said, President. Should I take the 'present' to mean Hyodou Issei?"
"Perhaps."
The Gremory heiress remained pensive for a few seconds, as if digesting some cold facts. After, she began.
"Can I be honest with you, Akeno?"
"Always."
"I'm starting to get really, really-" Rias paused for a second, having to stop the word pissed from coming out of her mouth. "-mad at having things go my way just due to luck."
Akeno tilted her head and gave her a curious gaze.
"Ara, ara. Why is that? I thought you were glad things had gone so swimmingly for you."
"I mean, I still am, but I've been relying on that Gremory luck too much. Imagine if Hyodou Issei doesn't have a particularly powerful Sacred Gear. He'd be a thoroughly weak devil if what the info we've been gathering is to be trusted."
Akeno hummed.
"I didn't think I'd hear you say such things, President. In fact, I could distinctly remember the words 'It'll work out, trust me' come out of your very own lips."
"Yes, and I'm pissed-"
She couldn't stop herself this time.
"That I ever thought that was enough. That I thought that my current peerage in the state they're in plus some random boy we know for a fact has nothing going for him aside his Sacred Gear would be enough to beat Riser. That just because I had succeeded in getting all of you into my peerage through sheer dumb luck would be enough to convince an actual man, an actual adult man into entering my peerage and that I felt the need to stoop so low as to offer myself to him in sheer pathetic desperation, because I just COULDN'T FACEACTUAL FAILURE!"
Rias knew she was yelling now, but she couldn't bother.
"In fact, I'm not just pissed!"
She actually slammed her fist against the desk, shaking it fiercely with each word, the wood of the desk creaking painfully just as her voice gained an uncharacteristic tint of fury within it.
"I am really, really-! "
She unconsciously gathered strength in her fist, flickers of the Power of Destruction surrounding it.
"FUCKING PISSED!"
With one last slam, she broke the desk in two, loudly announcing Rias' breaking point.
Rias' gaze stuck blankly on the broken desk, splinters strewn everywhere within the clubroom, with a dozen or so papers that were inside the desk's drawers also decorating the floor.
The once perfectly clean clubroom of the Occult Research Club sported a very visible, very messy wound.
Rias closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then, as if remembering she had an audience, she looked up at her Queen, who was staring at her clearly surprised, but also still perfectly composed, a hand covering her mouth as if to exaggerate her actual reaction.
"My, my, President. That's quite the potty mouth."
Rias felt a few more choice words bubble up in her throat ready to be angrily strewn in her Queen's direction, but Akeno raised a hand to silence her, and she complied… although she was still glaring at her, and the curse words that she had gone most of her life without actually saying out loud still ready to be used.
Rias would later in the day admit to herself, in solitude, that slinging around insults without a single care for decorum like a certain homeless man felt pretty cathartic. Very, very cathartic, actually.
Akeno examined her for a second.
"Well, if you truly feel that way, then perhaps you should…"
She paused, as if the answer would be obvious but still needed to be said for some reason. Just as Rias was about to employ her newly found arsenal of insults against her friend, she finished.
"...do something about it?"
Rias paused, as if processing the very obvious solution her Queen presented. Then found herself nodding.
"...Yes… Yes, you're right. I should do something about it."
Already, Rias could feel her plans with Issei, her possible new piece, crumble.
She'd still recruit him, obviously, but the previous flowchart of slowly easing the normal human boy into the world of the supernatural (that didn't even get discussed previously, just assumed that it would be that way) got summarily discarded.
She wanted a piece that was skilled, but it got away from her. So, she'd just have to make sure her new piece got skilled. One way or the other.
It was time to take the kiddie gloves off, it seemed. She was not marrying fucking Riser, and she'd make sure that fucking (oh how it felt good to use that word) pervert boy got into shape.
Sure, there may be complaints from him, as expected from a once normal boy… but he'd be under her servitude, so there wasn't much choice for him, really.
Aside from that.
"You know that you and the rest of the peerage are going to go through much of the same treatment as him, right?"
Akeno giggled teasingly.
"My, and what treatment is that, President?"
Rias stood up from her seat, and as she gazed at her broken desk once more, papers littered and strewn about without a care, she decided to add the cushioned chair to the pile.
Just for shits and giggles. Gathering some Power of Destruction in her leg, she thoroughly destroyed the chair in one good kick, adding a new pile of trash to the now messed up clubroom.
Idly, she reminisced about how this very desk and chair had been one of numerous gifts from Sirzechs. Housewarming gifts, for when she left for the human realm.
It should've felt a bit sad to see such luxurious gifts now destroyed without any sort of real purpose, and yet it felt…
Satisfying.
"The ruthless kind."
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