Chapter 6 - Plucked- Fallen Angels

She almost looked peaceful. Lids softly shut and her face fully relaxed. 
 
You almost couldn’t see the evidence of a life full of stress that showed itself in the small lines of her forehead, or the wrinkles at the corner of her eyes that told a story of how much she laughed... 
 
She wasn’t wearing any makeup though.
 
Issei hadn’t ever realised how used he was to seeing her dressed up and looking to impress, even when it was only the people she knew and loved until he’d walked into this shitty, grey-walled building and found her strapped to a bed with wires, tubes and bandages practically leaking from her pores.
 
The scuff of a leather shoe, high-end and expensive, made his ear twitch even though he could feel every life form on the property like ants crawling across his skin. That's why he wasn’t surprised to find one of his more loyal men slowly, carefully, fearfully prying open the door to dip his head inside and look Issei’s way like he might snap at a moment's notice and end whoever was closest.
 
“A-ah…Aniki?”
 
He didn’t even blink. Breath billowed out of his nostrils to fog against the window which looked into Chi’s hospital room while his eyes locked on her comatose face and waited for the man to say what he needed to say.
 
“T-there’s two people here to see you…”
 
He refused to look down past her chin. He couldn’t, and it was all his fault. The bandages failed to hide every bump and tear sticking out of blackened flesh where the machines burrowed into her skin to help her cling to life for just one more hour. The man gulped, seemingly taking Issei’s silence as permission to continue.
 
“They're… they’re two girls. A little blond thing, cute, dressed like a nun!”
 
His jaw clenched.
 
“And-and that girl you brought in a while back! You know, t-the feathery one? With the BIG tits?”
 
He stilled.
 
For the first time in what felt like days his head turned, the muscles in his neck protesting as he poured the full weight of his stormily glowing gaze onto the near seven-foot giant who usually played bouncer for the bar and saw him wilt under the blazing green bonfires.
 
“... What did she say? The second one.”
 
The giant licked his lips, hands shaking as he nervously wrung them together and for the slightest moment in time flicked his eyes over to where Chi was resting… dying.
 
“S-she said she heard and… and they could… help?”
 
 The clock read 5:17am. A minute passed. Then two.
 
With each tick of the clock the man’s trembles grew before with a final, paralysing breath Issei rolled his head around on his neck and heard it crack.
 
“Send them in.”
 
He said the words so quietly but the man moved like they were thunder. One second he was propping open the door and the next he had vanished, leaving it swinging while he sprinted down the halls towards the nearest concentration of Issei’s men. The closest any of them were willing to come as he watched one of the few people he truly cared about growing closer and closer to death.
 
It was humbling, he supposed, that despite all his power death still had such a grip on his heart.
 
‘If only I’d been here, hmm?’ He silently mused.
 
It was a thought that kept him entertained until two very different rhythms began echoing their way up the empty Hospital corridor which Issei had cleared of both Doctors and patients alike. The heavier suggested a woman with a long-legged gait, her hips undoubtedly swinging as she strutted at a clipped pace with enough grace to make a model seethe while the smaller hurried to keep up, almost jogging as her insecurity shone in every feathery step before they reached the door and burst through-
 
“ISSEI!”




 
The day before…
 
Strolling side by side with her Master, Himejima Akeno waged an internal war with herself as she tried to ignore the neverending tide of worshipful whispers and poorly concealed giggling which followed in the wake of their path through the school's interior.
 
“How long has it been since you saw Koneko?”
 
Her eyes cut their way to her side, the placid smile that anyone who knew her could tell in an instant was fake, not budging while her experienced eyes caught the pinch in Rias’ brow.
 
“Last I saw her it was just before lunch. Why? Scared she’s cheating on you with another President?” Akeno teased, expression a tad more honest as she made her King’s eyes roll in exasperation.
 
“Come on, be serious. She didn’t come to the club during lunch. Poor thing’s been awfully skittish since we had that talk about not checking in. Maybe I was too harsh?”
 
A raw shiver of sympathy raced up Akeno’s spine as her thoughts flashed back to the “talk” they’d had, mostly consisting of Koneko falling asleep on her feet as Rias lectured her for no less than three hours. Devil biology was great until it meant your Master could talk and talk for as long as it took to make her worries heard without the fear of her voice giving out.
 
No one wanted to be at the mercy of their King’s mother henning. No one. Though of course, the fact that Rias was bringing that up meant that what she really wanted to talk about was-
 
“Hyoudou Issei.” Akeno murmured.
 
They kept walking, easily keeping pace as a slight flex of her magic put static in the air which would interfere with any of the weaker, more ordinary listening devices they might encounter at school.
 
“Indeed.” Rias confirmed, huffing as her attention waned with her thoughts. “I don’t know what to do about him. I know Koneko wasn’t hurt, but she still won’t tell me the truth about what happened between them. Or even where they went except for that stupid “bar”.”
 
“You think her mind was tampered with?” Akeno asked as agitated sparks zapped around her fingertips.
 
“No, she came back clean.” Rias killed that notion.
 
“Hmm…”
 
Finally, the corridors began to empty out as they roamed closer towards the Student Council Room, Sona’s unflinching resolve to punish all lollygagging and gossiping meaning that no one was willing to venture too close in case of meeting Tsubaki’s proverbial iron fist.
 
“So…?” Akeno prodded Rias out of her musings. “What do you need me to do?”
 
The grateful smile she got was enough to make whatever annoying task awaiting her attention most certainly, possibly, maybe worth it.
 
“I need you to follow him. Find out where he’s going, what he’s doing, who he knows and please, for the love of all that is HELL, find out something about this damned bar that Koneko’s so desperate to work at!”
 
“Fufufufu~” Akeno giggled, straightening herself out as they approached their destination. “Your will be done.”
 
Simultaneously, as they grew closer, both Devil’s steps began to slow. Their ears perked up as muffled voices periodically rose and fell, incomprehensible through the thick door of the Student Council but steadily increasing in volume as Akeno curiously looked to her King and, seeing no order to stop, reached out to grab the handle.
 
Then war poured out.
 
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN’T?!”
 
Both girls reared back in shock, their supernaturally enhanced hearing ringing from Sona’s furious, disbelieving yell which blasted straight into their skulls. Blinking in surprise at having their entrance go ignored, both Master and Queen of the Gremory peerage curiously peered inside.
 
“Exactly what I said idiot, I CAN’T!” Issei roared back, his hair wild and teeth gnashing as he glared up into the equally manic-looking Student Council President where she’d stood up from the long brown sofa.
 
“I’m the idiot?! This is basic math, how do you not KNOW this?”
 
“I didn’t go to school!”
 
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN’T GO TO SCHOOL? WHAT WERE YOUR PARENTS THINKING?!”
 
“WHA-? Okay, look, LOOK, that doesn’t MATTER!” 
 
Issei gracelessly dodged the question, drawing both her and everyone else who’d dotted themselves around the room's attention, INCLUDING the two new additions to the simple worksheet laid out atop the coffee table.
 
“Just tell me how to get through this and we’ll worry about the rest later, yeah?”
 
“This is simple long division, how are you going to get through ALGEBRA?”
 
Sona looked like she was about to either laugh or cry, most likely the latter as he looked at her like she was a three-headed squirrel.
 
“The fuck is algebra?” He spoke the words like they tasted bad.
 
“The study of mathematical symbols and manipulating them into formulas, most commonly seen at this level as x=y.” Rias finally interjected and made herself known, seemingly not realising she’d even spoken up as Issei whipped around to gape before dropping back down to the simple sheet of paper where he looked at it, stared, like it was the one and only route of all evil.
 
“There are letters in math?” He whimpered.
 
Sona’s jaw fell and for a single moment, Akeno thought she was going to strike him. Though thankfully, she stilled before that thought became reality and instead turned her wide, surprised eyes towards her co-ruler. Like a switch had been flipped she straightened up and combed out her hair, valiantly trying to pretend she wasn’t at the end of her rope.
 
“Hello Rias, Akeno.” She stiffly nodded at each of them in turn. “May I help you?”
 
“You certainly may.” Rias didn’t miss a beat, still watching Issei slowly crumble into himself before switching her focus back to a practically twitching Sona.
 
While they began to converse, Akeno decided to get a head start on her mission. Ignoring the other eyes around the room (including a blank-looking Sanji?), the buxom lightning Queen daintily swayed her way over to the well-made couch. With a polite nod to Tsubaki, she then sat down, keeping a careful distance between herself and the buff teen before leaning forward and across to get a closer look at his paper.
 
“You’re really struggling with this?” She asked, carefully keeping the amusement out of her voice as Issei huffed and sat with his elbows on his knees.
 
“The last time I went to school, I’d only just cracked division.” He mumbled, sinking even lower.
 
“... Ooooookay. Well! If Sona wasn’t so busy being outraged on your behalf, she would have told you that…”
 
Without asking for permission she reached for the discarded pencil and picked it up, ignoring both his curious gaze and how it was almost cute how he followed her actions like an overgrown toddler. While she slowly, pointedly curled her way through the first problem, making sure he could see how she handled each and every step, Akeno found herself struggling to reconcile this Issei with the one who hadn’t even flinched under her Kings power, or stopped at the deadly touch of Kiba’s sword at his throat.
 
“And there you go!” She hid her thoughts with a smile, holding the instrument back out to Issei for him to take in a cautious grip, still blinking at the page like he’d just had a first-hand view of magic being made.
 
Though halting at first, with the example laid out above Issei was able to stutteringly make his way through the second problem. Then the third. With growing confidence, he scratched his way through the single work page, and as he went Akeno examined not the page but him. 
 
This… wasn’t fitting what she knew.
 
It wasn’t an act either. She could literally see the brief bursts of happiness that appeared in his brown eyes every time he found an answer to the question he was working on. He truly hadn’t understood such simple equations, and if it were anyone else she might have felt pity, or perhaps even empathy.
 
But it wasn’t anyone else.
 
They hadn’t spoken outside of one singular interaction, but that one time was enough for her to see the predator lurking in the back of his head, the scrape of sharp metal against his throat and the way Koneko was reduced to a shivering wreck by a simple brush of her arm against his playing through her mind as without notice the smile fell from her lips to be replaced by a cold, calculating stare.
 
“DONE!” 
 
The pencil smacked against the table beneath his palm and Issei shot up to his feet, a bright grin stretching his cheeks and beaming across everyone in the room as he grabbed his jacket and shrugged it on.
 
“Hmm? Done?” Sona looked up from her rival and startled as she saw Issei storming towards the door. “Wait, where do you think you’re going?!”
 
“Out! You said that was all you needed!”
 
“Yes, before it was revealed that you didn’t even finish Middle school.” She stressed.
 
“Don’t care, done! BYE Sona, BYE Tsubaki, THANKS Tits!”
 
“THE SCHOOL DAYS NOT EVEN OVER-” ‘SLAM!’
 
The door thundered shut behind him, sending papers flying and forcing Akeno to pin her skirt to her legs as the rest of the room, including her King, faced a sudden shock reveal of their panties. Coincidentally, Sanji no longer looked so glum as he got a good look at his own King’s underwear, right to the point that a blushing Tsubaki grabbed his ear and hauled him into the other room.
 
“...”
 
“Well then. You two seem…” Akeno watched her King search for the words while taking a careful step away from her fellow nobles' trembling form. “... Close?”
 
“That…”
 
The words choked up in Sona’s throat as through sheer force of will she stamped out her rage and instead took a long, harsh breath in through her nose, clearly counting past ten and for as long as she needed to finally wrestle her emotions under control before pinching the bridge of her nose with a sigh. Groaning, she took her glasses off and habitually cleaned them, finally easing before turning back to her redheaded rival.
 
“He’s… a work in progress.” She allowed.
 
“You’re tutoring him?” Rias inquired, keeping all thoughts and opinions out of her voice as Sona shot her a look before carefully responding.
 
“Trying to, at least. He’s not exactly your average student.”
 
“Clearly.” Akeno dryly chimed in, nudging the corner of his left-behind worksheet before Sona stepped over and snatched it up to begin reading.
 
Sharing a look with her King, unspoken thoughts were passed and confirmed between them before another long-suffering sigh brushed through the air, seemingly the unspoken signal for everyone else in the room to return to their work as Sona walked over to uncharacteristically slump into the chair behind her desk.
 
It wasn’t hard for Akeno to see her own Master’s patience waning, arms crossed beneath her breasts and her foot beginning to tap as she waited for Sona to speak up of her own volition. But she didn’t.
 
“Well?” Rias prompted. “What have you learned?”
 
Sona didn’t react, and instantly Akeno knew that whatever they heard today, they weren’t leaving satisfied.
 
“He’s… dangerous.” Sona allowed.
 
“Yes, we know.” Rias droned, accompanied by Akeno’s inelegant snort as Sona shot them a glare. “Did you figure out anything else?”
 
The Student Council President tapped her fingers against her desk, staring out the window and avoiding looking at either of them as she tried to find whatever words she was looking for.
 
“Nothing concrete.” She finally broke the silence. “He’s not what I’m used to dealing with. Powerful, arrogant, a characteristic sense of superiority. But not like our elders or peers. He’s…”
 
Her head tilted back and Akeno’s own eyes widened as she caught a flash of something behind those glasses.
 
“...Different.”
 
They waited for some sort of follow-up, but it was clear to everyone that Sona was done speaking on the subject.
 
“I see…” 
 
Rias didn’t react.
 
“Then I suppose I should say thank you. We’ll leave you to carry on with your work. Akeno.”
 
If the way Sona winced was anything to go by, she could also tell just how pissed the Gremory princess was. Still, she said nothing, waving off the Queen’s quick and shallow bow before returning to looking out the window as Akeno scampered out of the room after her King.
 
“Rias?”
 
They both stopped, but while Akeno turned to offer a curious raise of her brow it was Rias who kept staring away from her old friend, stiff as a board as she waited.
 
“He’s not an intruder.” Something far more serious than her usual strictness laboured in Sona’s voice. “Whoever Issei is, he was here long before we were. Possibly before even the last warden of this territory, Miss Belial. He’s entrenched and fully of the belief that we are the ones squatting on his land, and he’s simply been kind enough to not kick us out.”
 
The words clearly rankled both King’s pride, though Sona much less so than Rias who almost began to tremble at the last words to echo out of the bespectacled beauty's mouth.
 
“Do not antagonise him. Not before we know more.”
 
If she was expecting a response from the Princess of Ruin, she was quickly disappointed. Silently, without even a gesture to acknowledge her words, Rias marched towards and through the door.
 
Once they had returned to the hallway, Rias wasted no time in beginning their trek back towards the Occult Research Club, heels clipping against the floor as she fumed and crossed her arms so hard the nails dug into her skin.
 
“She’s hiding things.”
 
 Akeno hummed at her Master’s words, looking out the corner of her eye.
 
“Do you think she’s trying to recruit him to her peerage?”
 
The brief silence was telling of how Rias had most likely considered it.
 
“No, I don’t believe so. He doesn’t fit what she’s looking for. Something else is clearly in the works though, and whatever it is, I don’t like it. The timing couldn’t be worse either…”
 
“Meaning?”
 
Rias clicked her tongue.
 
“Riser is in Japan.”
 
That got a reaction out of the Queen in the form of a sharp inhale, her attention falling more heavily on her King as the sudden bouts of stress she must have been keeping hidden so as to not worry them made itself apparent.
 
“You think… he’s working with Sona?” Akeno cautiously tested the words but slumped in soundless relief as Rias immediately shook her head.
 
“No, no matter if we’re rivals, Sona wouldn’t do that to me. No, it’s a coincidence, but not one I can afford to take lightly.”
 
“How did you find out?” 
 
They turned the corner, thankfully finding it still empty of students as they’d all returned to their classes.
 
“My Brother called. Said the Phenex family has been pouring more pressure onto my Father’s shoulders.”
 
“But the agreement isn’t for until after you’ve finished college?” Her indignation showed.
 
“It isn’t.” Rias bit out. “But that doesn’t mean they can’t ask it be arranged for sooner. My parents already said no, but I worry about how long they will hold out.”
 
She tch’d.
 
“Riser won’t be happy.” Akeno murmured.
 
“No.” Rias agreed. “He won’t be.”
 
…
 
“Wait…”
 
Akeno slammed to a halt, the vein throbbing above her eye and her smile spasming as Rias stopped to stare in alarm.
 
“Did that ungrateful bastard call me TITS?!”




 
Already halfway across town, Issei stopped in his tracks and cocked an ear to the wind. A few moments later he shrugged and carried on, hands plunged into his pockets and an out-of-tune whistle on his lips while the scents of the local park life washed over him in a calming breeze. 
 
It had rather quickly been brought to their attention that his education was… horrendous. His teachers had quickly spotted this as soon as they realised that when it came to his classwork, there actually was none.  Before Koneko’s juices had even dried from his dick Sona had been notified and awfully quick to drag him into her office, but any notion of them getting to have some fun had immediately been thrown out the window once she realised that he wasn’t being lazy. He just didn’t know any of it.
 
After sitting there and staring at her cute, shell-shocked face for a while, he’d made a motion to let himself out and allow her time to process. That thought was quickly derailed by Tsubaki barring the door while her King locked him up in a cast iron grip and dragged him back by the collar to sit him down and find out just how extensive the damage was.
 
It was bad.
 
So bad that Sona had forbade him from returning to class until they’d run him through every subject under the sun and gotten him back up to scratch. He’d allowed her to since, honestly, it sounded like a better time than class anyway, with the endless opportunities to slip a hand under Sona’s skirt just being an added bonus. Her servants made it a little harder to convince the stoic girl, but hell, he liked the challenge.
 
Math had been their last subject of the day, and thankfully so since even Sona’s limitless patience was being tested. It was almost a relief that Koneko’s big-breasted friends had arrived to distract her, and with the half-blooded Japanese one's help it had been simple to finish things up and get out as soon as possible. Maybe Sona or the school would end up calling his parents, but honestly, he was willing to take the risk of a half-hearted dressing down from his Dad.
 
Even better if he left it to Mom. Issei could have sworn she’d been getting uppity since that morning where she’d found him with Sona and Tsubaki, and a good pounding was probably what she needed to put an end to the whole passive-aggressive shtick she’d been putting on.
 
Thoughts of his easily fuckable Mother were interrupted at the end of his walk through the park by a cute, high-pitched squeal accompanied by a light thud. Turning to face the source of such a disturbance, Issei’s attention eagerly perked up as he found a pair of snow white panties, so tight they were practically spray painted, wrapped around a pert little bubble butt stuck waving around in the air for any old pervert to get his hands on while its owner lay face first in the dirt, bemoaning her pain.
 
“Ohhh, phooey. How could I be so clumsy…”
 
She sat up and an ocean of bright gold honey spilt out of her veil, running all the way down to hang over her lower back before the wind picked up and sent the little religious headdress flying.
 
Right into Issei’s hands.
 
He hadn’t ever really put much thought into God. But this sure felt like a sign.
 
With a distance-eating gait, Issei made his way unnoticed over to the kneeling nun, eyes briefly passing over the spilt contents of her suitcase before he wordlessly slid down into a crouch and held out the missing garment.
 
“Oh!” She squeaked, blinking those big green beautiful eyes in surprise before lighting up the park with her smile. “Thank you!”
 
Her cheeks turned a little rosey at his grin and burned even brighter when he took over gathering up her clothes and dumping them back into the bag. Finally finished scooping everything up, he popped back to his feet and bent down slightly to help her to her own, getting another demure little thank you as she rose and then squeaked once she realised just how tall he actually was. Issei was pretty used to being big, but compared to her he came off as nothing less than gigantic.
 
“It’s my pleasure.” He waved her off.
 
Her eyes brightened as he spoke, practically sparkling as she clasped her hands together in excitement.
 
“Oh my, you speak Italian! Truly the Lord must be looking out for me.”
 
Blinking, Issei paused, considered the words and then subsequently shrugged them off.
 
“I suppose so. You’re with the Church?” He gestured towards her bags and the ankle-length uniform she wore.
 
“I am! It’s my first day in this beautiful country, but the person who was supposed to be picking me up from the train station never arrived. Could you… perhaps… give me some directions?” She blushed and poked her fingers together, face cutely dropping to the floor as he chuckled under his breath.
 
“Sure.” He grinned at her puppy-like countenance. “I can do that. See that road there?” He pointed towards said road and watched her cheeks puff up in concentration. “You go to that, turn left, and follow it to the end until you find yourself at the bottom of a hill. Should only be one path leading on, so you just walk along that and through the trees until you find it. Got that?”
 
Her brow furrowed and her forehead scrunched as she seemingly burned the words into her memory, focusing so hard he feared for a moment that steam would start pouring out before she finally gave a firm, determined nod.
 
“Yes, thank you! Could, may I know your name?” She asked, lightly stammering.
 
“Of course.” He straightened his back and dipped forward in a shallow, playful bow. “It’s Issei. And yours?”
 
“Asia.” She unsurely copied his motion. “Asia Argento.”
 
“Well, it was nice meeting you, Asia. Perhaps I’ll even see you around.”
 
“Yes, I certainly hope so!” She beamed.
 
Issei waved her off and watched her go, pondering the strange interaction as she trundled off towards the road with her suitcase rolling right behind her… and immediately turned right.
 
“Eeeep!”
 
Asia yelped and grabbed onto the hem of her dress as she suddenly found herself lifted two feet off the ground, eyes wide and panicked before she realised that it was Issei holding her up.
 
“You know what?”
 
He tucked her under one arm and grabbed the bag with the other.
 
“I’m in a good mood. I may as well just take you there.”
 
It took her five minutes to stop stammering and mumbling in embarrassment.
 
Then another seven to meekly ask he put her down.
 
Eventually, after enjoying how she squirmed and pleaded, the bulky boy finally dropped the nun onto her own feet so she could straighten herself up, pouting only briefly before seemingly finding the humour and giggling as she hurried to keep up. They talked about nothing much other than what she thought of Japan so far, but even that was seemingly enough to take them all the way from the city up to the hill he’d spoken of. Weirdly enough, the only people they passed were a young boy sprinting towards a fountain with a concerned mother hot on his heels. Maybe if he’d kept going he would’ve tripped but instead, he stopped, jaw-dropping and eyes wide as he watched the towering Issei lumbering along next to the pretty blonde foreign girl. He didn’t even notice being caught by the harried-looking older woman, too busy staring after the great big Nii-san headed up the road.
 
When they got there it was pretty much exactly as Issei had described it. A plain dirt path leading through the trees towards a Church that, while standing, was one stiff breeze away from killing anyone and everyone inside.
 
“It looks…” He tried to find the words. “Yeah, I got nothing. Looks like a piece of crap.”
 
Asia almost seemed like she would correct his language, but even she couldn’t help but be a little bit disillusioned with the leaning tower of rotting wood.
 
“Well, that just means my help will be extra valuable!”
 
Humming in suspended belief, Issei nonetheless followed along while she forged the way. As they walked closer though, he couldn’t help but note that something was a little… off. It was too far out from his territory for him to tell just how many people were inside, but turning his nose up into the wind and taking a few cautious sniffs revealed that whoever they were, they certainly weren’t alone… or human.
 
This was proved true moments later when, without warning, he came to a dead stop at the treeline, not moving an inch closer as Asia turned to look back at him curiously.
 
“I-Issei-san?”
 
He didn’t respond, too busy pumping energy into his eyes so that his pupils narrowed slightly into slits, the lines of magic suddenly visible and taking the form of a great, big expanding dome of power.
 
An alarm! Cute.
 
“A-ano, I suppose now that we’re here… it would make sense that you’d like to be on your way. T-thank you for stopping to help me though! And, and showing me the way, but if it’s not too much trouble-”
 
Issei wasn’t really paying attention as she stumbled on, wringing her hands anxiously as he poked and prodded before freezing as he touched something his magic likened to a purring tiger.
 
A familiar purring tiger.
 
“-w-w-would youcaretocomeinforsometea?”
 
The shrill, high-pitched request caused the surrounding crows perched in the trees above to take flight, showering the clearing in black feathers as Issei’s grin widened until the filtered sunlight glimmered off of his canines.
 
“Sure…”
 
Asia’s smile lit up the forest, just as Issei subtly flicked out a finger and tore a hole through the barrier like it was made of tissue paper.
 
“I’d like that.”


 


A/N WARNING: Fight scene incoming, lots of blood, gore and gruesome displays of violence. Skip to the next line break if you don’t wanna read it.
 
The second he and Asia stepped through the door they were greeted by a rather plain-looking priest who had his hands clasped welcomingly together. Conveniently, Issei noted, it also worked to hide the worn metal hilt clipped to the belt beneath his robes. While he went through the clearly prepared spiel welcoming Asia into the fold, Issei was more than content to stand back with hands in his pockets, lazily swaying back and forth from heel to toe as the wooden beams above rustled.
 
“A-ano, Father, this is the kind man who went selflessly out of his way to make sure I arrived safely. I, I was hoping I might be free to serve him some tea as thanks for his kindness?”
 
Maybe she didn’t see it, but Issei had no issue seeing the sudden bout of nervousness that swept through the “priest's” body, his posture stiffening and sweat beading on his neck as he nervously pulled at the collar around his throat before showing Asia a strained smile.
 
“Ah, I see, that’s very… appropriate of you, Asia-san. Perhaps, first off, your friend wouldn’t mind waiting here while I show you your room and the facilities? I promise, it won’t take long, and I’m sure once we’re…. finished, you’ll be able to pick up right where you left off!”
 
His smile stretched but even Asia seemed to realise that something wasn’t quite as it seemed. Her indecision melted though as Issei reached out from behind and laid a hand on her shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze and grinning cheerfully as she turned to stare at him in surprise.
 
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. Go.”
 
His words seemed to do the trick, prompting her to hesitantly give the Holy-looking man a nod before following him over and through a door to the side, stopping only to shoot Issei one last look over her shoulder before she slipped through and disappeared into the back.
 
The door banged shut and Issei smiled.
 
“Eehehe~”
 
His head rolled back with a sharp crack.
 
“Hello, Raynare.”
 
Four pairs of jet-black wings erupted up above, but Issei only had eyes for one. Just as sleek as he remembered, coupled with an eerily glowing pair of deep purple eyes that shone in the dark as the first woman to have ridden him to completion and still been able to walk off afterwards met his gaze with a wicked smile.
 
“Hiiii, Issei. It’s been a while…”
 
“And who’s fault is that?”
 
His smile sharpened and he was pleased to see the slight wince on her full lips as the others exchanged confused looks.
 
“You know-” He casually carried on. “-if I’d known you were gonna be gone this long, I might have not let you leave in the first place.”
 
A faux pout appeared on her lips but before she could respond she was beaten to the punch.
 
“Excuse my interruption, but “let”? Raynare, who is this simpleton?”
 
Issei’s eyes flicked to the right and found the speaker to be the only man amongst them, his body clothed in a long trench coat with a fedora pulled down over his eyes as he leaned against a vertical beam. The distaste in his voice was audible, a smarmy sense of superiority wafting off of him like the stench from a garbage truck as a throaty laugh intruded from across the roof.
 
“Perhaps our fearless leader has a taste for humans?”
 
The one who spoke was beautiful, that couldn’t be denied. The words fell from her bright red lips like liquid honey, and the packed to the bursting bodice that plumped up her pillowy look breasts left a salacious amount of cleavage to practically come spilling out.
 
“Well, Raynare? Is that what happened? Were you pushing off your responsibilities in favour of lending yourself out to the local population of apes?”
 
“Shut up, Kalawarner.” Raynare snapped back without any real heat, her attention not moving from him for even a moment.
 
“Tch, naughty naughty~” The now-named Kalawarner clicked her teeth, crossing one long, stocking-clad leg over the other, causing the skin-tight sheath of her black mini skirt to ride higher up her legs as she flicked a wave of long blue hair back over her shoulder from where it rested against her crimson coloured jacket.
 
“Can we just get this over with already?”
 
The final member made themselves known with a high-pitched, youthful whine, rather appropriate considering that the final speaker appeared far smaller than the others.
 
“Let’s just kill the stupid human and get Dohnaseek to dump the body. The sooner we get started with the nun, the sooner we can get our hands on Twilight Healing.”
 
Her gothic lolita-styled dress swished around her legs as she childishly kicked them back and forth from where she sat.
 
“Me?! Who do you think you’re talking to Mittelt, you should be the one to dispose of him!” Dohnaseek sneered. “It’s clearly the only thing you’re good for.”
 
“EW! I’m not touching him, what if I get blood on my dress?!” She screwed up her face in disgust and spat, twin tails flying as she shook her head.
 
While all this was going on and they continued to argue, Issei had meanwhile lost interest, returning to look at Raynare who stood there wearing the exact same outfit from when she’d first transformed.
 
“So…” He started them off. “That’s the nun you were talking about?”
 
Just like that the rest of the room stilled and snapped back to attention as Raynare nodded.
 
“That she is. Asia Argento, recently excommunicated from the Church for heresy in the form of healing a Devil. Cute, right?”
 
He shamelessly nodded his head as she giggled, getting bewildered looks from the rest of the Fallen watching on as they stared at their leader.
 
“You… told him?” Dohnaseek muttered, contempt palpable as Raynare tossed her hair back with a snort.
 
“Of course I did. Don’t be a fool, Dohnaseek, this mission was never supposed to succeed. Or did you really think I hadn’t noticed you speaking to Lord Kokabiel behind my back?”
 
The start of surprise as he pushed himself up away from the beam proved that he had, features suddenly a lot less confident as he flicked his eyes between her, Issei and the other two, finding minor relief in the fact that they seemed just as confused.
 
“... So you knew?”
 
“That you’re a venomous snake? Or that Lord Azazel doesn’t give a damn?” She said bitterly while her expression curdled.
 
“What… is this?” 
 
Mittelt was the first to ask the question, shifting uneasily as she and Kalawarner seemingly picked up on the sudden shift in the atmosphere.
 
“Raynare, how do you know this boy?” Kalawarner added her own two cents.
 
In favour of responding Raynare chose to lean forward, tilting until her breasts bounced and dragged her over the edge into a freefall, one which barely lasted half a second before her wings flared out and caught her in a graceful descent down to softly land on the floor below.
 
“Why girls, don’t you remember the file?” She hummed, hips swaying as she sauntered forward to place a hand against his chest. “This was my target~”
 
She preened as Issei’s amused eyes followed her buxom figure, glued to her chest and sliding over her waist as she tickled his chin before sweeping around to press herself against his back.
 
“He’s a Sacred Gear wielder?” Kalawarner frowned, listening as Raynare once again giggled at a joke that only she could hear.
 
“Mmmm~ no. No, he’s human. Just a whole-” Her breasts pancaked against his back. “-fucking-” Arms wrapped around his waist and squeezed. “-lot-” Hands slipped down to cup his bulge. “-of human...”
 
…
 
“She’s gone mad.”
 
They all seemed to share Dohnaseek’s sentiment, floundering slightly at the bizarre turn of events before becoming flustered as Raynare slid beneath Issei’s arm and subsequently ignored them.
 
“So!” She exclaimed, turning to him and pawing playfully at his muscles. “What should we do with them?” 
 
“Hmm…” 
 
The deep rumble vibrated throughout his chest, causing Raynare to bite her lip as he pulled her even tighter to his side and grinned at the feeling of her stiff nipples rubbing against his ribs.
 
“Perhaps… bartender.” 
 
The hand not cupping her ass rose to point at a sneering Kalawarner
 
“Waitress.”
 
He moved over to Mittelt, getting an offended scoff before finally moving to the only Angel left.
 
“... Nope, can’t think of a use. You?” He groped her bum harder, slipping a finger under the elastic and making her titter.
 
“Mmmm, nah, he kinda pisses me off-”
 
“ENOUGH OF THIS!”
 
The withered floorboards of the Church shattered in an explosion of force as a red-faced Dohnaseek crashed down from above, his coat flared as like a noble preparing for battle he conjured a light spear from his hand, seemingly pulling it from his belt as it flared to life in the shape of a sabre.
 
“I warned Lord Azazel at the start, I knew you wouldn’t be able to handle even a simple task such as this. I don’t know what nonsense has overcome you, but I’ll put an end to it right here, right now!”
 
Hatred curled his features as he stood across the aisle from them, unflinching as Kalawarner bracketed his side from above, opposite from Mittelt. Both women were seemingly unsure of whether to intrude or simply watch from the sidelines. 
 
Raynare was the one to make the decision for them, softly unfurling her wings and rising high enough off the floor to chastely place a kiss on Issei’s cheek while he turned to quirk an eyebrow in her direction.
 
“Don’t destroy the place.” She warned him. “Asia’s still around here somewhere, and there are quite a few exorcists hidden away in the basement who could be of use.”
 
He rolled his eyes to the ceiling and sighed like her request was some great, big chore. That, coupled with her floating up to retake her place in the ceiling without a single look back, was all the other two needed to choose observation over getting themselves involved.
 
“Tch, you’re delusional.” Dohnaseek bit out, twirling the spear in his hand as Issei started cracking each finger knuckle individually. “I’ll deal with you, just as soon as your little pet's head is left bouncing in the dust.”
 
…
 
“Did, did you just call me little?” 
 
Issei couldn’t help it, he snorted.
 
“Something to say, WORM?” Dohnaseek snapped, slashing at the air tauntingly as Issei had the audacity to snigger and wave him off.
 
“Oh, oh no, it’s, nothing. Just been a while since anyone called me small.”
 
A violent, hungry grin pulled the Fallen’s face into a ghastly visage.
 
“Physical size means little in regards to the power of a being such as I. But please, try to at least squirm a little while I cut you to pieces. Listening to your kind whimper and spasm is about the only satisfactory thing about killing you.”
 
“Is that right?” Issei hummed, wrapping his fingers around the final knuckle.
 
That last, loud crack was seemingly the signal that Dohnaseek had been waiting for. A twitch of his wings was the only sign of what violence was about to occur when like a bullet from the smoking barrel of a gun he blurred, shooting forward fast enough to rip the air into blades of wind that sheared mould from the tops of the wooden pews as he lead spear first into a lunge towards Issei’s chest, bloodlust pouring out of his pores as he saw the fool fail to even react!
 
The tip touched fabric and pierced, sinking into his barrel-like chest with nary a whisper as Dohnaseek’s arm reached full extension and he drove it out the back to the thunderous ‘CLAP’ of the sound barrier shattering.
 
A sharp breath tore downwards from the ceiling.
 
“Oh yes~”
 
High up above, both Kalawarner and Mittelt twisted around to the source of such a heated and unmistakably lustful moan. There, they found Raynare. Showing absolutely no fear, shock or disappointment at witnessing the human being murdered just below their feet.
 
“I’ve always wondered what it looked like, seeing it from the outside…”
 
The pink in her cheeks was easily recognisable, eyes glazed in passion as her breaths picked up in speed and weight, bursting from her lips in rabid pants as her thighs failed to rub together hard enough to ease her desire. Without even acknowledging the other two she popped the top button on her leather shorts and tore them apart, easily manoeuvring around skimpy black panties so small they couldn’t even hide her glistening lower lips before sliding two fingers deep into her already gooey canal.
 
And while she shamelessly touched herself, Mittelt gawked at the hedonistic display.
 
“What the fuck is wrong in your head-”
 
“Grk!”
 
Her twin tails whipped back around towards the fight, but it wasn’t Dohnaseek or the human who’d spluttered… It was Kalawarner.
 
“K-Kala?” Mittelt stuttered.
 
The curvy, mature Fallen sat forward, fingers gripping the wooden beam below her arse in a white-knuckled grip as her eyes widened so far it almost seemed like they would pop out of her skull.
 
“Fast.” She wheezed.
 
“W-what?” Mittelt’s head jerked as she tried to see what the other woman had.
 
“He’s so fast!”
 
Even staring down at the scene below MIttelt still couldn’t see what they were talking about.
 
But then she peered closer at the spear.
 
“Wait…”
 
The clothing should have singed, burned, tore, and yet there was NO sign of the tremendous heat a light spear carried with such explosive power into its target.
 
“H-hold up!”
 
Like a spool of thread coming undone, all four Fallen watched, entranced as the human who’d so casually strolled into their territory fell apart at the seams into a blur of dissipating light and dust.
 
An afterimage.
 
“Is that the best you can do?”
 
Visibly, Dohnaseek’s shoulders started to tremble, spear still extended and his features stricken, sweat dripping down the sides of his face as he turned with a comparatively glacial speed to glance over his shoulder at a bored-looking Issei.
 
“Maybe you need a little motivation…”
 
‘SCHLICHT!’
 
With a vile sound of muscle and bone tearing, Issei flicked his wrist and waited the customary few seconds it took for Dohnaseeks brain to finish translating the garbled messages it had received from the Fallen’s left pinky finger. When it did, it was accompanied by a howl of rage and pain from the man himself, spittle flying from his lips as he caught the trail of blood left behind in the air due to his digit being severed from the rest of his hand.
 
“GRAAAAAAH! You BASTARD!”
 
He roared with a primal fury, ignoring the blood pouring out onto the floor as he whirled around with a warriors grace to stab at Issei’s face faster than the regular human eye could track-
 
…
 
He missed.
 
‘SCASLICHT!’
 
“KYAAAAAAAAH!”
 
The next finger in line from the same hand, torn from its owner and leaving behind a bloody, ragged wound as Dohnaseek cried out and threw another slash, losing his composure with every strike that failed to connect as Issei continued to simply not be there. He wasn’t even visible through the sweat and tears, their touch causing the raging Fallen’s eyes to sting as he swung with a desperate cry and felt his middle finger just… vanish.
 
“DIIIEEEE! DIEDIEDIE, JUST FUCKING DIEEEEEEE!” Dohnaseek screeched like a dying pig, losing all form and balance, choosing to just maniacally hack and slash in the hopes of getting even a glancing blow.
 
Or at least, that was the plan. Clearly Issei had grown tired of waiting because the next time Dohnaseek overextended in a desperate bid to achieve something, he ended up with his spear-wielding arms elbow locked into Issei’s unyielding grip.
 
“I’ll give you this…” Issei muttered, sounding amused as he stood to the side and squeezed until the Fallen’s bones scraped together. “You don’t go down without a fight.”
 
Sheer, malevolent evil bloomed to life on Dohnaseek’s face, muscles tensing as he flooded his frozen arm with enough power to make his light spear billow out in size, expanding sideways like a freight train of fire headed straight for his target's smirking face.
 
It got maybe two centimetres from Issei’s cheek before with a negligent twist he spun Dohnaseek’s arm like a steering wheel, twisting it around completely on its axis and subsequently tearing through every piece of sinew in the way, ripping out of its socket and leaving it to dangle facing the opposite direction while his victim squealed and stumbled to one knee.
 
As soon as he touched the floor Dohnaseek tried again, whipping around and sending his leg scything through the air only for Issei to clench his fist and send it rocketing down into the Fallen’s knee like a judges gavel, slamming into the supernaturally enhanced joint with a nauseating ‘CRUNCH’ and sending him tumbling to the dirt with a whimpering cry.
 
With only his mutilated hand left Dohnaseek screamed, feeling the light pool beneath his three remaining fingers as he forced it to take the form of a light dagger, clenching it tightly before spearing it down towards the meat of Issei’s thigh, a ferocious smile of glee stretching his cheeks as he watched it through one blurry orb, headed straight for the major artery.
 
It dissipated just before landing, and he only really understood why after his arm dropped with a harsh ‘THUNK’ to the floorboards below.
 
The Fallen man could only stare at his detached limb, body cooling as the adrenaline left his system and Issei stepped up closer, ignoring the defeated man in favour of looking up to the ceiling.
 
“I hope that makes things clear?”
 
Three sets of eyes stared down at him with a myriad of emotions.
 
They watched Issei wrap his hands around the broken man's face and tilt his head back, forcing him to look skywards as if searching for forgiveness from his one and only creator. There was none to be found, however, and no one to stop Issei from placing one palm on Dohnaseeks forehead and the other on his jaw.
 
A single, sharp jerk tore that jaw from the rest of his head, splitting him down the middle and finally ending his life as he tumbled face forward into the floor with a muted thump…
 
Kalawarner was the first to break, her gorgeous figure bending in half as she folded to the side and hurled her guts out, raining puke down amongst the pews as her ashen face kept one horrified eye glued to himself.
 
Mittelt went next, lip trembling and her chest shaking like she was hyperventilating, doing more than enough to showcase her fear without even needing the glittering trail of pale yellow urine trickling down her leg and into her socks.
 
Raynare was the last he looked to. Mouth agape, eyes filled with awe, and her fingers frantically sliding in and out of her gushing cunt as she licked her lips and put voice to the only thoughts she had floating through her head while Kalawarner continued to retch.
 
“You have exactly six seconds to fuck me… Starting right now.”


 


 
Kalawarner had no idea how things had turned out this way. All she knew was that she was terrified.
 
The ominous sound of a floorboard creaking groaned out from right behind her as its owner’s weight put it under great stress, stress that she now knew came from rope after rope of thickly coiled muscle belonging to that of her existence's newest nightmare. Then it happened again, and after an hour at the hands of such a beast Kalawarner had learned to not waste an opportunity.
 
Without a moment's more of notice, she tensed every fibre of her being and pushed, throwing herself across the floor in a controlled roll and coming up mere feet away from the window before she quickly started scrambling forward on all fours towards the waning evening light visible from outside. The opening wouldn’t be big, but between that and a little supernaturally enhanced strength Kalawarner was sure she could break her way to freedom, the taste of fresh air already on her tongue as the phantom sensation of the wind under her wings drove her on to crawl even faster to what might be her one and only chance!
 
“There you are.”
 
But she wasn’t going to make it. The crushing realisation came crashing down around her shoulders mere feet away from the single glazed glass, her arm outstretched and trembling as the blue-painted nails caught the waning light while two hands like bear traps latched onto the waspish curves of her waist.
 
“NO! WAIT!”
 
They didn’t, lifting her bodily off the floor so that her thick, jiggling ass cheeks were suspended in mid-air while her face and tits stayed pressed to the floor, resting Kalawarner on her fingers and toes like a cat arching its back as she grit her teeth and yowled-
 
“I NEED REST!”
 
Issei clearly didn’t agree.
 
With a single slam of his hips, he dove balls deep into Kalawarner’s sopping wet cunt and groaned, the silken walls desperately spasming around him as just the shock of him stretching out her guts sent her off into her sixth keening orgasm since they’d started. Her juices splattered his pubes and her eyes rolled as he moved her like a fleshlight and manipulated her pulsating pussy to slide on and off of his cock.
 
“Oh fuck, oh FUCK, fuck fuck fuck-”
 
If there was one thing Issei had learned since arriving earlier that afternoon, it was that Kalawarner was thick. Everything, from her fat tits to her slim waist and jutting hips fit oh so perfectly into his hands that it wouldn't be unfair to say she’d gotten the worst of his attention. And who could blame him? Even now, as she squealed and clawed at the carpet while cumming her brains out to the rhythm of him drilling her flexing cunt into the dirt, her gigantic ass cheeks continued to clap against his hips like someone taking a baseball bat to a raw piece of butchers meat. Every hit sent waves rippling throughout her flawless flesh and it fueled his desire like nothing else, like she was begging for him to fuck her up another howling octave while the fat and wrinkly orbs swinging between his legs drummed the backs of her thick, meaty thighs.
 
“Stupid fucking pig, who in their right mind would believe YOU of all people need rest?!” He laughed through the pleasure, leaning further over her back and folding her ass to the point it was almost hanging over her head.
 
Kalawarner could barely think straight through the waves of toe-curling pleasure thrumming through her system, the tingles almost electric in nature as every smack of Issie’s brutish hips against her doughy rump rubbed her burning red tits against the carpet, scaping her nipples and making her eyes roll as the fem-cum pouring from her cunny ran down her belly and through her cleavage to dribble off of her chin. Her cries were harsh and ragged, increasing her humiliation of getting ploughed like a whore while the stench of her musky cunt wafted up her nose.
 
“I’m breakiiing~ you’re breaking meeeee pleeeeassseee, s-s-s-SIR!”
 
His hips drove extra deep and Kalawarner gasped as his tip mashed against her cervix, turning her legs to jelly as she threw her head back with a yelp before howling as he dropped hips first onto her body, slamming her flat against the floor and pinning her down by the back of the neck as she rasped and felt his hips shaking furiously above her rump, humping her like a dog mounting its bitch!
 
“I like that.” He grunted into her ear. “Say it again!”
 
“S-s-sir?”
 
“AGAIN!” He snarled and pumped, forcing open the gates to her womb as she flailed beneath his weight.
 
“SIR! Sir sir sir sir sir sir SIR SIR SIR!”
 
“FUCK YEEEEEES!”
 
The fat, flared helmet of his cock broke into her womb and anchored itself into her most sacred place, balls flexing and pressed flush to her lips like he was knotting Kalawarner as she gargled and fruitlessly tried to push herself free from beneath his heft. His hips trapped her against the floor and his arms slunk beneath her stomach, stroking over her warm, smooth belly and up to her red raw nipples which he quickly pinched and pulled as her eyes rolled back and she felt his seed pour into her tunnel.
 
“Mmmm~ I like these tits. I think I’ll keep ‘em.” He huffed into her ear, taking fat handfuls of her milky flesh and groping until the fat bulged from between his fingers as she quivered and bucked beneath his weight.
 
As soon as he pulled out she began to leak his seed, something he quickly put a stop to as he grabbed her by the hips and hoisted her up onto her knees, setting that flushed pink backside to wobbling in the air before raining down a series of sharp, stinging slaps onto her creamy cunt, palm up and doing it again and again until she got the memo and reached back to use her hand as a plug.
 
Crouching down by her head, Issei grabbed a thick, sweaty handful of her lush blue hair and used it to bring her dazed face up to his own.
 
“I hope you like going commando, because I’m not letting you get through a single fucking shift without my nuts getting dumped into your shivering cunt, you got that?”
 
Kalawarner nodded, gasping for breath before he dropped her back into the soiled carpet and left her to whimper in a sweaty pile of flesh and trembling limbs.
 
Any thoughts of retiring for the night were forcibly pushed from his mind as he turned to regard the rest of the small, humble room they’d commandeered for the evening. It was pretty unremarkable for the most part, but it didn’t need to be anything special when his first look upon turning to face the simple single bed pushed up against one wall was of Raynare’s glee-filled features, face red and her naked chest bouncing as she violently drove her hips forward into Mittelt’s bent over body.
 
The jade green strap-on, ten inches long and thick as her fucking wrist, thrust like butter into the smaller Fallen’s forever ruined asshole. Even from where he was standing Issei could see just how gaped out the gothic-looking slut was, her dress torn to scraps that tantalisingly hung from her slim shoulders while the snow-white cupcakes of her ass rippled from beneath the ruined poofyness of her skirt. The thick, ruffled choker having been jammed between her frothing lips as a makeshift gag was also a nice touch.
 
“Having fun?” He queried, striding forward and climbing up onto the foot of the bed where Mittelt’s mascara-smeared face was whipping about as Raynare threw her head back and moaned.
 
“Oh Father in Heaven, I can see why you like this position so much. It’s so fucking EMPOWERING!”
 
One hand stayed glued to Mittelt’s hip while the other rose and started falling on her rear, alternating cheeks as Raynare littered the taut, jiggling flesh with handprint after handprint, licking her lips at the sounds of those muffled squeals and using them as an incentive to fuck the lolita even harder.
 
His dick swung forward without any real prompting and clapped against the trussed-up Fallen’s cheek with a slovenly slap, splattering her porcelain cheek with a slimy combination of Issei’s spunk and Kalawarner’s juices, making her flinch and pull even harder at the torn strips of skirt binding her wrists to the small of her back as he degradingly smeared himself all over her glaring face.
 
“Unruly little thing, isn’t she?” He grunted, grinning in the face of her hatred and swinging the beefy palm of his hand to turn her venomous features aside with a bruising slap.
 
Raynare also chose that moment to ram herself extra deep into Mittlet’s spasming ring, driving her turned aside face deeper into the thin and uncomfortable mattress until she howled and started to shake.
 
“She’ll learn.” Raynare puffed a ruffled lock of hair out of her face before reaching for the gag. “Won’t you, bitch?”
 
As soon as the gag came free there was a flash of white and Raynare yelped, ripping her now bleeding finger away to stare at it incredulously before snarling.
 
“You CUNT!”
 
Mittelt twisted around with a growl on her lips only for it to break down into a screech of pain as Raynare tore her hips back until that glistening jade head was parked at the girl's pucker before jerking, slamming forward harder than she ever had before and hilting herself so forcefully into Mittelt’s shitter that the whole bed rocked, scraping across the floor and flinging her face first into Issei’s slime coated nuts.
 
His fat cock was left to hang out over the back of Mittelt’s head as she ended up with a nose full of his sack, the pungent stench of cunt water, sweat and jizz clawing its way up her nose and deeper into her brain as she was subsequently forced to snort at his wrinkly folds thanks to the green spear now doing its best to impale her from the back under Raynare’s rage induced thrusts.
 
“Stupid bitch, you think I didn’t hear you talking behind my back? All that crap about how Azazel should have picked you or Dohnaseek? Well, look at you now! Sniffing around MY man's balls like the parasitic little cum pocket you are!”
 
Her palm rose before falling like a meteor, streaking through the air and crash landing dead centre of Mittelt’s right ass cheek and making her scream, snot bubbling from her nose and tears streaming down her face to lube up a moaning Issei’s nuts, who had no problem jerking himself off so that the fat globs of his milky pre-cum could splash across the back of her flushed neck while her eyes rolled back and she suffocated.
 
“Come ‘ere baby!”
 
Issei looked down just as Raynare folded her arms across the back of Mittelt’s neck and shoved her down so that more of his prick could be exposed, the desire beaming from her purple orbs as she groaned like a coke addict and threw her mouth forward onto his tip, effortlessly squeezing its girth between her lips and swallowing him into the back of her throat as he hissed and grabbed her by the hair.
 
“Figured you needed another shot of your favourite dick. Fucking suck me, Raynare! I, missed, these, fucking, LIPS!”
 
He emphasised every word with an extra hard thrust that sent warm spit sloshing out of her plumped-up lips to splash all over the back of Mittelts head, drenching the loli below as she desperately bobbed her head back and forth while adding an extra noisy “GLURK!” at the end of every pump.
 
When she finally pulled away, moaning and gasping for breath, it was to pucker up her sweet mouth and spit a fat glob onto the flexing piss slit adorning his cock. Her hands found the ragged twintails of Mittelt’s hair and yanked, tearing the heaving cutie up out of his nuts and perfectly positioning her gaping mouth before his tip.
 
“I’ll kill you, I’ll fucking kill you, I’ll tear your skin from your fucking bones and make you cock suckers WATCH as I feed you piece by piece to the shitty fucking dogsHLUUUUUUUURK!”
 
Mittelt’s rant died, choked off into loud, sloppy splutters as his iron-hard rod pried open her jaws.
 
“That’s it, all the way!” Raynare hissed, eyes alight with something verging on ecstasy as she watched Issei unflinchingly slide inch after inch of his monstrous-sized shaft down Mittelt’s flexing throat, bulging it visibly from the inside and causing her to retch horribly as he drove all the way inside until his slime slathered balls were pressed against her chin.
 
Her puffy red eyes rolled back to stare up at him in shock while she gagged around his schlong, gurgling as he pulled halfway out before thrusting forward and clapping his hips off her face, driving her backwards into Raynare who laughed as she met that tight ass with another colon burning pump.
 
They quickly found a rhythm, bouncing Mittelt back and forth between them as she squawked with a mouth full of cock and took the full force of their spit roasting. When Issei pulled out Raynare pushed in, and when that monster of a strap-on vacated her bowels it was the dong in her throat that shunted her backwards till her cheeks pressed to Raynare’s sweaty hips. The fucking got more energetic, more vile the longer they abused the foulmouthed rag doll, treating her like a toy to compete over as they continuously fought to one-up each other’s humping to the point that all sense of rhythm was lost and they both just started drilling her down into the bed, the smacking of her ass cheeks and the throaty gagging from her mouth hole echoing around the room.
 
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, ISSEI!”
 
Raynare fell forward into his arms, her hands landing between Mittelt’s shoulder blades and forcing her to arch as his hands caught the more mature Fallen’s face and pulled her to his lips, snatching her up in a hot, hungry kiss that slurped the moans directly from her throat as a tremble picked up in her shoulders and wriggled its way down her spine.
 
“Cumming~” She sang.
 
Hearing those melodic words set Issei off as well, his hips tensing as he thrust gently between Mittelt’s lips and started emptying his load into her spasming throat.
 
“Oh fuck me she’s cumming too, the nasty little whore’s gushing like a waterfall!” Raynare cheered.
 
And it was true. Pinned between them with her eyes rattling around in her skull, the messily contorted Mittelt could barely breathe past the thick coating of cream now crawling into her stomach, her hips shaking and her toes curling almost painfully as her masochistic orgasm pushed her pussy into spraying her musky juices all over the mattress below.
 
Her lungs started to burn just moments before her sinuses and Mittelt shuddered, blankly recognising the sensation for the feeling it was, Issei’s jizz filling up every nook and cranny of her throat and mouth it could before pushing its way up the back of her nose and exploding in thick, sticky strings from her nostrils, turning her into a snorting, sneezing mess as she twitched like someone having a seizure and felt Raynare pulling out of her backdoor.
 
But through all that misery, she was waiting.
 
Unaware of the thoughts running through the creature's head, Raynare sucked on one long finger and pushed it into that wildly gaping asshole, running her digit all around the edges and coaxing out another jet of juices while she giggled cruelly and patted her on the pert rear.
 
“There there, Mittelt, don’t worry. I’m sure Issei-kun will find work that you enjoy. Maybe cleaning out the urinals with your tongue?”
 
She slapped that ass and grinned as it jerked to the side.
 
“Or perhaps as a rent girl? I’m sure there’s someone out there who appreciates washboards like you. After all-”
 
She slapped it again and Mittely leaned over the edge of the bed.
 
“-there is a fetish for everybody, and if there’s one thing you're apparently good at, it’s spreading your fucking legs and throating cock like a-!”
 
One more slap and she fell over the edge.
 
Then everything happened in less time than it took to blink.
 
Snapping open her eyes, Mittelt rotated her sweat-coated figure around in mid-air and landed on all fours, perched on her toes and fingers while the other two just barely clocked onto the motion of her wings sprouting from her back and slicing through the air in one single, powerful flap.
 
In less than a second she was across the room and through the door, the wood shattering around her as she broke out into the hallway with a manic grin plastered to her lips, already plotting her route to freedom as those two idiots sat behind her gawking.
 
All she had to do was get outside, then no one would be able to catch her as she left the ground behind and soared directly for the nearest station for getting in contact with Azazel-sama! He’d applaud her, reward her, give her a promotion and perhaps, FINALLY, she’d achieve the coveted status of a Four-Winged Fallen Ange-
 
Something tripped her.
 
Twisting forward head over heels, Mittelt looked behind her into the cruel and twisted eyes of a crawling Kalawarner, a look of betrayal blasting from her features as her lungs puffed up to scream, only for her petite body to be dragged out of the air and body slammed.
 
Her back hit the floor hard enough to crack the wood, knocking the air from her lungs in a grunting “GAH!” as she felt her knees stretch to press against her shoulders while the tears in her eyes cleared enough for her to see Issei crouched above her!
 
He smirked.
 
Then dropped.
 
What felt like a baseball bats worth of cock speared into her cunt as Issei fell upon her in a bestial, unrelenting mating press, her slim legs hooking over his broad shoulders and straining as she screeched and swung her fists to try and shove him off, failing abysmally as he just laughed and mashed his prick against the entrance to her womb.
 
“Silly mouse, silly mouse~ where are you trying to RUN?!”
 
His balls clapped off her ass and Mittelt squealed, eyes white and her mouth wide open as she howled and felt him excavating her insides, her wings loudly smacking and crashing against the walls around them before he reached forward and wrapped both hands around her neck.
 
Suddenly all her howling stopped, choked off into silence as her eyes looked ready to pop and she scrambled to pull him away from her soft throat. No matter how hard she clawed though she couldn’t even make him bleed. The only sounds were her various limbs banging against anything in reach, the thunderous pounding of her heart, and the sloppy “squelch~squelch~squelch” of Issei hammering his cock into her weeping cunt.
 
Her face heated up, cheeks turning purple as her body cried out for oxygen, but Issei was merciless as he kept her pinned down and open to receive his shaft. Minutes passed and with every one, she got weaker and weaker, her struggles slowing, her body going limp and left to just jiggle as foam built at the corners of her mouth and began spilling down the sides of her cheeks.
 
It was intoxicating.
 
A warm blanket of colour swarmed her senses, dragging Mittelt under until her whole body felt alight and her pussy began to rejoice, celebrating in the form of a powerful squirt every, single time Issei drove himself balls deep.
 
“There you go, good mouse, just lay there and accept your PLACE!”
 
With an angry bellow, Issei shook his hips even harder and then froze. Down below, his nuts scrunched and released their payload deep into the smallest Fallen’s cunt, dousing her walls and stuffing her full while his hands left her bruised neck and she gasped.
 
“HYUUUUUGH!”
 
The feeling of her lungs inflating sent another climax racing through her lower half, making her core jerk as it milked his retreating cock of any last dregs of milk before dropping down to lie comatose alongside the rest of her.
 
Issei, lightly panting, brought an arm up to his brow and wiped away the sweat, settling back on his haunches and admiring his handiwork before turning his head to look at Raynare.
 
“Shit. That was almost close, huh-?”
 
‘CRASH!’
 
The sound of porcelain shattering rang throughout the hallway as Issei, halfway through turning towards the debauchery behind him, blinked in surprise at the sight of Asia just… standing there. Luckily she hadn’t been cut by the flying shards of mugs and saucers, but any hopes of tea were ruined as she stood there staring at the scene with wide, trembling eyes.
 
“Oh, Asia!” Issei perked up and waved. “... Why’d you drop the tea?”
 
She stared at him like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing…
 
Then she turned and ran.
 
“Asia?”
 
His face scrunched as he watched her run, only looking away once he felt Raynare’s damp, naked form mould itself to his back.
 
“I think I scared off your nun.” He murmured, confusion melting into a happy hum coming from the back of his throat at the feeling of those soft lips kissing their way along his jaw.
 
“Don’t worry…” Raynare reassured, reaching around to start stroking his already growing shaft back to life. “She won’t get far. And besides…”
 
His head was forced to turn and glance back into the room, right where Kalawarner knelt, presenting herself to his gaze.
 
“I think someone deserves a reward~”
 
Issei… couldn’t have agreed more. He stayed there, in that Church, not seeing hide nor hair of the blonde until deep into the night. He would have stayed there longer too, possibly until the sun came up.
 
Until he got the call.


 


 
Present Time…
 
Standing there, side by side with Raynare, Issei watched through the window as Asia carefully directed the Doctors to remove all the tubing and machinery helping to keep Chi-chan alive. She hadn’t said a word to him after hurrying in after the taller ravenette, almost suspiciously evasive and utterly silent as the taller of the odd pairing had explained the ability she possessed.
 
Miraculous healing. He almost wasn’t willing to risk it.
 
But even if she flinched when looking up into his eyes, there was no ignoring the certainty in Asia’s surprisingly firm gaze as she’d wordlessly pleaded with him to let her see to his friend. In the face of such a look, there wasn’t much else he could say. The Doctor’s on his payroll had been called and his men given the order to keep anyone and everyone away during the process, even if it cost them their lives.
 
They did it without complaint too. Everyone liked Chi, and not just because she was a good lay.
 
“She’ll be fine.”
 
Raynare’s soft yet certain voice pulled him out of his musings, prompting him to give her a sideways glance as they stood there and watched a green glow begin to emanate from the nun's hands.
 
“Something like this is nothing compared to the power of Twilight Healing. There’s a reason why I wanted it for myself.”
 
It didn’t take long for her to be proven right.
 
Watching closely, eyes slit to capture every single detail to a near microscopic level, Issei observed the way Asia’s hands moved like a conductor. There was no denying it was miraculous in nature, as like an orchestra wherever her hands passed the flesh stood to attention and performed. Blackened skin reverted to a healthy pink, the ragged edges melding together and sewing up without even hints of a scar. He didn’t need to look up to know that the Doctor's looked just as stupefied as he felt, a power outside their understanding operating right before their very eyes as inch by inch the broken cadaver barely clinging to life healed.
 
Then she breathed…
 
Issei hadn’t even realised Raynare’s hand had slid into his own until he flexed at the sight of Chi’s chest moving, the colour slowly but certainly returning to her cheeks as an unknown weight slid from his shoulders like the sheddings of an insect. It clearly wasn’t without its own cost though, for as soon as the glow faded Asia stumbled, almost falling to the ground if it wasn’t for the quick reflexes of the still-flabbergasted Doctor who managed to catch her just under the arm.
 
“Haaaaaaa!”
 
The breath left his chest in a flood as he sighed and finally relaxed, turning his head just enough to share a small smile with Raynare as she stood there grinning like the cat who’d caught the canary.
 
“I told you it would be fine.” She chuffed. “You really should have more faith in me.”
 
Words of reminder towards her vanishing for the longest time sat at the tip of his tongue, but standing there, with Chi stirring mere feet away? Issei figured he’d let her have this one.
 
Instead, his thoughts turned to other matters. Mainly, the ones responsible for all this.
 
Raynare must have sensed his change in mood, her smile falling as his lips curled into a frown and the faintest traces of smoke curled from his nostrils.
 
“Riser. Phenex.” He bit out.
 
The sound put her on edge as she shivered, watching him far more carefully while dropping his hand as she watched him straighten up to his full height before responding.
 
“The Pureblood Devil? What about him?”
 
“Do you know where he lives?”
 
Her brow furrowed, but quickly the pieces began putting themselves together as she looked between the formerly blackened bartender and the heapings of burn cream surrounding her hospital bed.
 
“Oh shit…” Raynare muttered, snapping back to awareness as Issei stared at her pointedly. “I mean, kinda? He’s a Devil noble, part of the famed Phenex Clan, known for their creation of Phenex Tears and their control over wind and fire. Their lands are kinda public knowledge down there. Was he… was he responsible?”
 
Issei didn’t answer her, clearly churning something over as he absentmindedly began to scratch at his left forearm.
 
“Devil nobility, huh?” He murmured while looking past her, past the room they were in. “If I asked you to, could you find out exactly where they reside?”
 
“I mean… I could? But what are you going to do?”
 
“You still got those Exorcists of yours?”
 
“Yes, of course I-, tch, ISSEI!” 
 
He snapped out of it just as Raynare pushed herself into his face and glared, folding her arms under her chest and pushing it up as he instinctively glanced down into her cleavage before shooting back up to meet her unamused eyes.
 
“What are you thinking?” She asked, voice coming out low and soft as he chewed one cheek.
 
“I think… I’m taking a business trip to the underworld.”
 
Raynare looked worried. Not because of what he’d just admitted to her, but because of that smile.
 
It was the same one he’d worn when they’d first fought.
 
Then with that idiot who’d tried to touch her.
 
Then when he was busy ripping Dohnaseek to pieces.
 
It was the look of someone, something, getting ready to hunt.
 
Then the door to Chi’s room cracked open and they pulled apart, looking over to find the partially balding Doctor wiping his forehead and looking like he was about to collapse like his whole worldview had been challenged.
 
And Asia followed him out.
 
“You.”
 
She snapped out of her exhaustion at the sound of Issei’s voice, its rough edge making her eyes widen as he crooked a finger to call her over. Hesitantly she did so, looking to Raynare for reassurance and finding that she looked just as confused, if not more so.
 
“Come with me.”
 
He didn’t give her much choice in the matter, immediately spinning on his heels and then striding through the swinging doors, leaving her in the dust to sprint in an effort to catch up as he marched down the halls.
 
“A-ano, M-M-Mr Issei-san, I-I just wanted to-”
 
“Not now.” He gruffly shut her down, though with a noticeably gentler voice.
 
Her eyes fell to the floor below, staying there as she desperately tried to keep up before finally they reached the end of the hallway and loudly broke through the door to find an entire waiting room of rough, sombre-looking men.
 
Even after having passed by them on the way to Chi’s room, Asia still looked nervous, even more so once Issei grabbed her by the shoulders and dragged her to stand in front of him, peering imperiously over her head as she squeaked and tried to make herself as small as possible.
 
“Chi-chan…”
 
The whole room tensed, knuckles turning white and their muscles tensing as bloodlust filled the air.
 
“Is going to be fine!”
 
…
 
A beat.
 
“RAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”
 
Asia flinched back into Issei’s broad chest as the room around them exploded into cheers, with tears streaming down the cheeks of some of the biggest, most frightening men she’d ever seen as they threw themselves into one another, hugging, clasping hands and gleefully butting heads.
 
“BUT THAT’S NOT ALL!”
 
Issei’s bellow cut through the air and froze them all in place, the merriment stopping dead as they all turned to glance his, and subsequently Asia’s, way.
 
“THIS!” He pushed her an arm's length in front and made her the centre of attention. “IS ASIA ARGENTO!”
 
The crushing weight of all those gazes fell onto her fragile frame, and if Asia wasn’t paralysed with fear she might have even whimpered.
 
“SHE! SAVED! CHI!”
 
…
 
Another beat.
 
“ASIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-CHAAAAAAAAAAAN!”
 
The room exploded once more and Asia gaped, flushing red from her head down to her toes as they all started screaming her name, thumping their chests and falling to their knees to howl their thanks.
 
“FROM THIS DAY FORTH, SHE IS OUR DOCTOR! IF ANY OF YOU TRY TO HURT HER, YOU DEAL WITH ME! IF ANYONE ELSE TRIES TO HURT HER, YOU BREAK THEIR LEGS AND YOU DRAG THEM TO ME!”
 
The animalistic bellowing picked up in rancour once more and Asia felt Issei flex his arms to pull her back so that he could lean down into her ear.
 
“I can’t thank you enough for this, Asia.” He murmured, making her tense as his warm breath coasted over her sensitive skin. “If you ever, ever need anything, you just ask me. M’kay?”
 
She couldn’t respond. So she just nodded. But that was enough.
 
“Good.” He grinned and held her shoulders tighter. “Enjoy the party!”
 
Asia blinked.
 
“P-p-party?” She finally managed to squeak.
 
“Yup!” He popped the ‘P’. “Have fun!”
 
“W-wait!”
 
He didn’t.
 
With a single shove, Issei sent Asia hurtling forward like a squealing comet into the hoard of gangsters who were quick to fling her up and onto their shoulders, carrying her out and chanting her name as she turned almost catatonic with embarrassment, though the fragile smile on her face revealed the warm feelings blooming in her chest as they all hurled promises to buy her whatever she wanted on the way out.
 
Suddenly though, she jolted and scrambled to turn around, the various hands blocking her slowly diminishing view of him as they carried her towards the door.
 
“W-w-wait, MR ISSEI-SAN! I NEED TO SPEAK WITH YOU!”
 
“Don’t worry about it!” He yelled back. “We’ll talk later, just enjoy yourself!”
 
Issei watched them go, laughing to himself as the deathly tenseness which had hung around ever since he’d found his way to the shitty-feeling Hospital evaporated into thin air. Today, they would celebrate, and he would sit by Chi’s bedside making sure she was alright and had everything she needed. They would all need it.
 
Because tomorrow… 
 
Issei went to war.
