"What a backwater town..."
That was the only opinion the figure could give as she surveyed the city of Kuoh down below her. Had anybody seen her, they would have mistaken her for a bird, or most likely a crow, given the feathered, ebony black wings that rested behind her shoulders. She was perhaps the embodiment of a cold beauty, with a beautiful face that resembled near perfection, her luscious pink lips set into a scowl of disdain. Her figure was slender, her skin without blemish nor stain, and her figure a finely-shaped hourglass. Her attire was little more than black leather, straps moving in various directions with spikes at the shoulders and at the heel. Her posture was set into lazy boredom, legs crossed over one another with a hand cupping her cheek, staring down at the town with disinterest. Her violet eyes gazed at it with apathy while her silky black hair flowed through the breezes that passed by her.
She just couldn't understand why she was sent here. She didn't question her orders, as they came directly from her superior, the person she loved and admired more than anything else in the world. That being said, she still didn't quite understand why she was here, but she never questioned it. Kuoh was a city of little interest to her, and why should it? It was nothing more than a city of lazy pathetic lower beings, though she did receive a few letters from her friend, Kalawarner, that there was some excitement to be had, though the context of such letters had only made her roll her eyes when it involved seducing younger men than herself... which was saying a whole lot, given how old she was. Heck, just about almost all of them were nearly a century old! But, getting back on topic, her orders were to simply observe someone in the city. She was given a picture of the person that had suddenly interested her superior, but she would receive the details from Dohnaseek, another of her ilk tasked with watching over the town.
With that said, caution was advised. Backwater town it may be, it was still the territory of both the Pillars of Gremory and Sitri, and given that, she dared not want to imagine what would happen if they violated the peace here. If they had, a fate worse than death was sure to be upon them, and death was not exactly high on her priorities. She sighed to herself as she began to fly to where her friends were, stationed at a small rundown church at the outskirts of the city. As she did so, she pulled out a small paper from out of her cleavage, little more than a small photograph. Her target was printed on it, a boy with brown hair and eyes with a goofy smile on his face. Raynare gave an eye roll at the face of the person she was asked to investigate. They didn't look even the slightest bit interesting, hell he was even duller than she was expecting.
"I'll never understand what Azazel-sama sees in pathetic humans like this."
Raynare held little interest over humans. In fact, there was a great disdain for them in her heart. Even though God had made them in His image, they had done nothing to deserve the love, respect, admiration, and recognition from Him. No, all they did was ruin themselves. One need not look any further than history. How many civilizations fell at the hands of their own folly? How many kingdoms fell at their own foolish actions? How many kings were slain because of their incompetence? How many years have passed since humanity had ever, truly, come to realize their mistakes and break free from this wretched path of theirs? The fallen angel held them in so little regard that, in a small part of her, she greatly enjoyed their suffering. There was also another part of her that resented them. He believed that humans were worth attention, but why? What was so great about them? Why would they have to watch over such pathetic beings? They were so much greater… higher beings!
Raynare hated humans. Simple as that.
She gave one last look at the picture of her target, then tucked it away in her cleavage. As much as she hated it, Azazel had given her orders. Unless orders changed, she would observe him. Though she wished she was instead given orders to kill him once she's gotten she needs out of him, whatever it was.
Now, came the question… how to approach him?
"I'm home...!" Haru tiredly announced as he dragged his feet into the entryway, placing his shoes in the cupboard and setting his bag on the rack. "Ugh… what a long day..."
"You're home late, Haru." His mother called out from the kitchen. "Did you get detention… again?"
"Yeah..." he answered, trudging into the living room. At the table, he found his father flipping through a newspaper. "What's for dinner...?"
"Beefsteak." his father answered before looking down from his paper. "Let me guess… those bruises from peeking on the kendo club again?" Haru didn't give an answer. Instead, he waltzed over to the couch and plopped down on it, facedown in one of the pillows. "I'll take that as a yes." His father sighed heavily, turning to his wife. "Dear?"
"Yes?"
"...are we ever going to have grandchildren?!"
Haru groaned, burying his face further. He was too tired to even argue with his parents.
It was like this all the time. He would get in trouble, get detention, go home, and his parents lament that he could possibly stay single for the rest of his life. He didn't see what the problem was, though! He was a healthy teenage boy! Who didn't obsess over the female body at his age?! … okay, maybe not as extensive as him. But still.
Did his parents really have to act like they were so disappointed in him? It kinda stings… it really does...
Sighing, the boy closed his eyes. He knew he would get in trouble, but detention, plus Sona herself, had left him utterly drained. He really just wanted to go to sleep right now.
Maybe if I'm lucky… I'll dream up of a girlfriend. he thought, his eyes sagging. A really cute one with a bitchin' rack. Or maybe a couple girlfriends. A perverted giggle escaped him as he soon closed his eyes, drifting off into his own perverted mind. Haaaah...I wonder what she'll be like when I dream of her. Heeheehee...