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Fuck, maybe I shouldn’t have went for the neck. This is my favorite shirt.
"Hey asshole, you’re paying for my dry cleaning you know. This was a gift!"
The said asshole, aka the demon who decided to attack my apartment complex, is sputtering on the floor and clutching their neck to try and stop the bleeding. Idiot. A clean slice like that is fatal, no use fighting it. Besides, he's getting black blood on my carpet, and I just moved here. I got enough problems with the landlord up my ass about rent. Unfortunately, part-time demon slayer doesn’t pay as much as you’d think, and needless to say I’m a little behind on my bills.
But that’s not important right now. What is important is the dying demon on my floor. Right beneath his scrunched up shirt lies the tattoo marking on his stomach I’ve been dreading to see since returning to Earth after the human exchange program. Sure I’ve made a name for myself as a demon slayer to be feared in all the realms, but even the mark of Micheal was enough to terrify the living shit out of me. I may be prideful, but I'm not stupid. But what could he possibly want with me?
But as soon as I’m about to interrogate this demon and get some answers, all of a sudden I’m seeing white and drowsiness dims my senses. Didn’t I get enough sleep last night? I know I stayed up watching TSL for the 13th time in a row (even though I’ll never admit that to a certain purple-haired otaku), but now is not the time to fall asleep! Shit, I’m going down….
7 Hours Later
As soon as I regain consciousness, I can feel my hands and legs restrained. The stiffness in my back is a good sign I’m tied up to a chair too, and considering I can’t see anything but black must mean I’m blindfolded. Well, whoever kidnapped this time was thorough, I’ll give them that.
Even though I can’t see, I can feel multiple pair of eyes on me, and the hushed whispering of my kidnappers tells me they must realize I’m awake now. Well, time to get this shit show on the road. I gotta get back in time Seven Deadly Sins.
“Ok, so whose gonna be good cop and bad cop? Personally, I like it when my kidnappers switch roles every now and then, it keeps the whole torture and interrogation thing more interesting …”
“…”
My direct, albeit dry sense of humor is awarded with a room full of silence and one measly cough from one of them. Fuckers, don’t they appreciate jokes?
“Oh cmon, nothing? Not even a chuckle? Talk about a tough crowd”
Suddenly, an excited boom floods the room:
“HA! Well it’s nice to see you’ve kept your strange sense of humor, MC”
I stop moving immediately. I know that voice. I could never forget that alluring mixture of playfulness and sinister intention in his tone. Shit, what does he want?
“DIAVOLO! Did you seriously kidnap me? AGAIN”
I hear a few suppressed giggles from what I can only guess are my ex-demon roommates, and all of a sudden my world stops once again as I hear Diavolo utter the very words I’ve been dreading to hear since leaving the Devildom.
“MC, it’s good to see you. We need your help”