I didn't know what the hell had happened in the last two hours.
Kalawarna had invited me to a love hotel, and—before I could even process what was happening—we ended up having sex. Just like that.
And afterward, like some spell had suddenly broken, she looked at me—really looked at me—almost in confusion or even shame, then dressed quickly and left without a word.
I hadn't stopped trembling since.
Now, I was walking home again, long past ten, the streets mostly empty.
The buzz of streetlamps overhead gave off a low hum, but that wasn't what I was focused on. As a devil, my vision was sharper in the dark. I could see everything around me perfectly.
The soft rustle of wind, the flickering motion of leaves—and something else.
I was being watched.
It wasn't paranoia. I could feel it. There was a presence behind the shadows.
Cold, heavy, like a predator watching prey. And there was something worse beneath it—a pressure that clung to my skin like frost. My instincts screamed danger.
Up ahead, the street split, one path leading toward the main road, the other into a narrow alley. That's when I saw him.
A man in a dark suit stood at the edge of the alley, partially bathed in shadow. His eyes locked with mine immediately. He wasn't hiding. He wasn't sneaking around.
He *wanted* to be seen.
He was glaring at me with an intensity that made my blood run cold. My body refused to move. My legs were Frozen, chest tightening. It was hard to breathe.
This was more than just suspicion or hatred.
This was *killing intent.*
The air between us thickened. It felt like I was staring down a wild animal. The man took a step forward, slow and deliberate, like he was testing how far he could push before I ran.
I didn't run.
I couldn't.
"This is rare," the man said, his voice calm and deep, with just a hint of disdain. "To meet someone like you in a place like this."
I recognized him the moment he stepped into full view.
Dohnaseek.
One of the Fallen Angels.
The same one who, in the original timeline, had been part of the group that tried to kill Issei on his first date.
My heart stopped.
What was he doing here?
Did he know? About Kalawarna? About me?
"I wasn't aware there were devils assigned to this area," Dohnaseek continued, folding his arms. His tone grew cold. "Who is your Master? Must be someone low-ranking... or someone with an unusual hobby, to allow a devil like you to linger here."
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. I didn't answer.
His eyes narrowed. "Tell me their name."
I stood still.
Nothing.
"I see. No answer. Then—" He paused. His eyes scanned me again, then something shifted in his expression. "Wait. Are you a *Stray*?"
The accusation hit like a slap.
"If you're unclaimed, that explains your lack of etiquette… and your nervous expression." His smirk deepened. "It's pathetic, really. Roaming around without a leash."
My fingers curled into fists.
I didn't know why—but something in me snapped.
Maybe it was the shame I felt about earlier. Maybe it was the humiliation of always being weak. Maybe it was just the fact that I *knew* who this man was and couldn't let him look down on me.
But I moved.
Fast.
I channeled demonic energy into my fist and charged. There was no battle cry, no clever plan. I just aimed straight for his face, my instincts screaming at me to hit first, hit hard.
He didn't even blink.
Before my punch could connect, he vanished from my view.
*CRACK!*
Pain exploded in my ribs as a knee slammed into my side, knocking the wind out of me. My feet lifted off the ground as I was sent crashing into a metal fence on the sidewalk, the bars bending with the impact.
I gasped, coughing, blood already leaking from my lips.
He was fast. Too fast.
"That was your first move?" Dohnaseek's voice echoed, lazy and amused. "A wild punch? Tsk."
I tried to get up, forcing my trembling arms to support me, but he appeared again, grabbing me by the collar and slamming me into the fence.
"Don't get the wrong idea, boy. This isn't a shounen anime where the underdog wins because of guts. This is reality."
I summoned more energy, desperate, wild. My hand lit with unstable crimson, a surge of power too raw to control. I swung again, a clawed strike this time.
He caught it with one hand.
"You're barely even awakened. Your aura is leaking everywhere, your focus is nonexistent…" He tightened his grip. My hand cracked under the pressure. "Your power reeks of something... unnatural."
He twisted my arm, and I screamed.
I kicked out in desperation, tried to summon a bolt of energy—anything—but he slammed me into the ground, foot pressed against my chest.
"Stray Devils like you should be erased before they attract real trouble."
His hand lit up with pale blue light — holy energy.
This was it.
He was going to kill me.
Well, I did lost my Virginity. Considering my one day of life, It was win.
For some unusual reason, I was really calm about dying.
Must be advantage of being a devil. I nodded to myself. Because that's the only logical reason.
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