A Coffee Break for the Apocalypse
Not in front of the contact." Raynare said. Kalawarner laughed her off and waved her hand as she started walking out the Chapel along with Mittelt, waiting for her there.
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Right at that moment, Raynare felt someone on the other side of the confession booth. "Forgive me O, Father. For I have sinned."
She would've never imagined that a large majority of the people in this town would be Christian, but she wasn't about to complain. Neither of them felt like training, so this was the easier way to power. It seemed fitting, although Fallen, she's still an angel.
"My Child, thy prostrate yourself before my forgiveness, but I know not of thy name. Who are you, child?" Raynare recited. Bareilly holding in a wild smirk of her own. If there was one good thing about the Confessionary, it was that it fed into whatever God complex that had started to fester within her.
"I am Miki Hyoudou, My lord."
A woman? Most likely another bitter housewife. "Miki, my dear child. Behold onto your father, what ails you so?"
"I feel unsatisfied within my own marriage."
Raynare raised an eyebrow. "In what manner does your husband lack?"
"It's less of what he lacks, and more like he underperforms." she said. "I-I don't know if you can understand, my lord?"
Oh ho, that's something Raynare could definitely understand. She imagined the soft-spoken housewife blushing beyond the black curtains of the confessionary. Raynare's cheeks were rather rosy themselves after Miki's words made her recall Silver's stellar performance.
"I understand well, you are not at fault my child." Raynare said. "In fact, it is a very normal thing to occur as a part of the life I have bequeathed onto human kind. If thou find thyself unsatisfied, you are not obligated to root yourself to the garden of your own making."
Oh how blasphemous. She was practically telling this housewife that it's okay to sleep around. Raynare should've felt guilty, but to be honest, she was having entirely too much fun doing this. The moral dilemma of putting her on the right path was there, but she already had her fill of good karma for this week. Time to make training enjoyable.
"But father, I don't know how to accomplish your words." Miki said.
"At ease child, I offer the solution to your troubles." Raynare said. "In my words, I bore onto humankind the task to be fruitful and multiply. Think not of this as infidelity, for you still love your husband, do you not?"
"I do." Miki said, without a shred of hesitation in her voice.
Raynare dug into the pockets of her robe and pulled out the things she was looking for. A copy of Silver's card that he had left behind the last time she requested his services. She slid the card through the small slit in the confessionary room and felt Miki take the card from her.
"Go forth my child, with nary a fear of sin unmade. Be fruitful in your life and fulfil my testimony in my name." Raynare said. "And as my name is proclaimed onto the heavens, I shall lay thy with many blessings upon thee. And I shall proclaim my angels upon thee, to watch over you and all those that bask in your radiance with the courage to stand against sin. And as the almighty says…"
"Amen." Miki finished.
• Kusora •
I'll become the greatest whore.
Isn't that what most protagonists say before they undergo a massive training montage and gain a new move on top of that? Sadly, that doesn't seem to work on any type of workout dished out from Koneko.
She seemed usually aggressive today. She often brought her punching bag with her wherever I went to exercise. Punching it so hard and fast that it often made an ear piercing sound with her fists against rubbery plastic, or was it woven masking tape?
Koneko apologised later, and proceeded to say that she won't be available for the next few nights. Although i'm getting a break from her training, that didnt mean I was about to skip out and suddenly find myself unwilling to head back to the Gym the next time she's available.
That sounds like a recipe for a brutal workout, and honestly at that point I might be stupid enough to mistake that her asskicking might be better. Until she sends me across the room on some true demon timing.
I was on my way back home and came across the front porch for Marakyuu. Although to my surprise, I spotted Grayfia just standing there outside and watching through the glass panes of the store.
She didn't jumpscare me this time, thank god, but she must've noticed that the door was locked.
"Ms. Lucifage?" I greeted. "You must've come for the coffee beans, I apologise for making you wait long."
"Do not worry about it." Grayfia responded.
Something was wrong, and the closer I look at her the more tired she looks. Holy shit she looks worse than me, I don't think she has noticed that there is a slight amount of what looks like cinder on her clothes.
Suddenly everything makes sense, ranging from Koneko's aggression to Grayfia's weariness.
Good God, Riser is here. Did fucking the Fallen Angels somehow end their whole arc? What happened to Asia? And where the hell is Freed?
You know what, now isn't the time to question the random butterflies fluttering in the wind. Considering i'm somewhat friends with Akeno and Koneko, any future knowledge I have is pretty much fucked now.
I open the door for Grayfia and allow her to take a seat.
While I was at the back, I returned to her table with a mug of warm coffee. She looked like she wanted to refute, but the words barely left her mouth.
Damn. She can't even hide how tired she is from me. This was a far cry from anything I was expecting from a titty anime. Grayfia is normally the aloof serious type. But right now, she's looking like me during Uni days with that fuck-ass professor. That is to say, she didn't seem to be doing good.
This is something I've noticed since I came into DxD, but the characters are more than just the Anime. I wasn't expecting Koneko to have a gym, I wasn't expecting Issei to be an enjoying person to talk to, neither did I expect Akeno to have more emotions than just Ára, ara.
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