Dxd: A demon Among Devils-Chapter 19: []:Raynare

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"Here," the woman tore at the fabric over her shoulder, exposing her skin for the youngest angel to see. He frowned. There, etched upon her flesh, glowed sigils of light, sacred runes he could not hope to comprehend, "This is no illusion. It was carved into our bodies when we woke. I have them. So does Dohnaseek. You have them too," Mittelt growled but did not look into the older Fallen's eyes, "They are the Mark of Penance. Given to those who have sinned but can still be redeemed. They were given to us by him, and you will not refuse this honor."

Mittelt's head shot up at those words

"Just because you have a fetish for Metatron doesn't mean I have to do as he says," she all but spat out.

Huh. That would certainly explain the way the woman had been looking at him.

"You dare throw away this chance at redemption!?" Kalawarner hissed, unperturbed at the child's accusation, "Insolent little brat! I should kill you right now for dishonoring his offer!"

"Try it," Mittelt grinned, her face turning into an ugly mask of cruelty, "and I'll wipe the floor with you, you bitch!"

Dohnaseek chose to stand up as well, glaring at the two female Fallen in contempt.

"As your leader, I demand you to stop this bickering! We have more dire things to worry about!"

The two turned to stare at him, anger written on their features.

"Who made you our leader?" Mittelt sneered.

"I do not recall choosing you," Kalawarner glared at her male counterpart.

Dohnaseek drew himself up.

"I was second-in-command to Raynare."

"Yes," Mittelt spat, "and Raynare got her ass kicked by a human. What's your point?"

The man scowled.

"If that is how you wish," his wings extended, black pinions of feather sprouting from his shoulders, "I will make sure the two of you never slip from the leash of discipline again."

Both Fallen females copied his motion, and two more pairs of wings erupted into view.

He sighed as he watched his personal living room about to become a battlefield. It gave him a headache, with all their arguing, and he detested headaches.

He allowed the sudden influx of power to flow through him, seeping into his mind like water from a broken dam, filling his conscience with its indomitable presence.

Silence.

Every glass beaker, every porcelain plate, every delicate object within vicinity promptly shattered, hurling shards of broken material in every direction.

He smiled. Voice of God indeed.

They were all looking at him now, the Fallen Angels, staring at him with wide eyes. And then as one, they sank slowly back into their seats.

Good. He lifted his fist from where he had pounded it into the table for emphasis and abruptly the desk split in half, collapsing into a mess of splintered wood and jumbled legs.

A pity. He had gotten it on sale too.

He glanced up to see Dohnaseek and Mittlet regarding him with open-mouthed astonishment.

"No violence at the table."

They nodded dumbly. All except Kalawarner, who watched him with a flushed expression.

"Ah," the woman seemed deliriously happy, and to his mild discomfort one of her hands snaked down and began to rub her thigh seductively, "to be scolded by Metatron-sama."

He shuddered. Fallen Angels. Not even once.

Dohnaseek grinned suddenly.

"There's your answer Mittelt," he smirked. The girl sulked and stared at her feet.

Turning, the bearded man regarded him cautiously.

"Who are you?"

He raised an eyebrow at the Fallen's bluntness.

"Who are you to call upon the power of the Heavens?" Dohnaseek continued on, eyes roving over him as though that alone would reveal the answers he sought, "Who are you to command an Archangel to do your will?"

Such a broad question deserved an equally broad answer.

"I am Minato Arisato," he replied and bent down to retrieve half a tea cup. A shame, really. It had been his favorite one too.

"That's not what I meant!" the man growled, "What kind of being are you to do the things you do!?"

He chose not to respond and instead inclined his head towards the figure that had been lying motionless on his sofa all this time.

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Dohnaseek turned, momentarily confused. His face darkened when he saw the object of his query.

"You mean you don't know? You were the one who had her judged!"

He shrugged.

"Enlighten me."

"Metatron tore off her wings. A Fallen Angel's rank is determined by the number of wings he or she possesses. She has none. By depriving her of her wings, Metatron has, in effect, stripped her of her status."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning that I am just a worthless piece of trash," the owner of the voice finally looked up, her once beautiful face lined with bitterness.

Dohnaseek's features tightened.

"I did not say that, Raynare."

"Oh spare me your pity. I can't fly. I can barely cast a light spear. I can barely do anything. I'm no more powerful than a mortal now."

"Hmmm," Mittelt spoke up, "I like this Raynare. She's a lot less haughty than before."

"Shut up, Mittelt."

At once, the child's face lit up with malice.

"Oh? Are you going to make me Raynare? What are you going to do to me now that you can't use your powers? You are trash. Remember those words were yours, not mine."

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