Haru stared in confusion, unsure what he was looking at. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things, but the sight before him remained.
"... I think my body is very confused," he said after a moment. "On the one hand, I'm pissed at her. And on the other hand, she is insanely hot right now. I do have to ask, though. Why is she dressed like a butler?"
Lint Sellzan, the woman who had a hand in Asia's death, as well as his own, stood before him. Rather than the priest outfit he had seen her wear previously, it had been discarded and replaced with a butler outfit, complete with a red bowtie, black dress jacket, button-up shirt and dress pants. Of course, since she was female, it was quite easy for one to see her breasts. They weren't big compared to some of the other women Haru knew, but somehow the outfit made him heat up. Specifically around his nether region.
He quickly thought back to what Tamamo would do to him if he dared think about this any further. Remember, kid. She helped kill you. Don't forgive, don't forgive, don't oh damn her shirt is hugging her breasts! It's a shame they aren't—WILL YOU STOP?!
Rias smiled wistfully. "I did originally want to go for a maid, but that position in my family is technically already taken. Besides, I think Lint is much cuter as a butler."
"If I may raise a complaint, Lady Gremory." Lint looked at her new Master. "This shirt is a bit tight."
No kidding. I think I can see the outline of her bra. Haru thought before he slapped his cheeks. No, stop it. Think about Tamamo. Don't get confused!
Kiba chuckled. "You're as hilarious as always, Namikaze-kun!"
"Oh, shut up, handsome bastard!" Haru growled. He calmed down and sighed as he shook his head. He couldn't get so distracted. He needed to remember why he came here in the first place. "Gremory-senpai you wanted to apologize, right?"
Lint nodded. "Yes. However, I understand that words will do little in regards to my role in the events that transpired not too long ago. That, and based on personal experiences, while words do have an effect, I understand that actions speak quite louder." Haru stared at her in confusion. What was she getting at? "I previously asked ideas as to what I could do from the rest of the club, as well as members of the Student Council. Their advice proved to be useful, but I was not able to reach a conclusion until a few hours ago."
"And… what did you decide to do?"
"That I will do whatever I must to have you forgive my past transgressions." Lint said. Her next words promptly made his heart stop. "With that in mind, you may use me however you wish. Including saking your lust."
"... Come again?"
At this, Rias sighed. "Oh dear. Here we go..."
"I am saying that you may use me as a sex slave at your convenience."
Silence reigned over the club room before it was promptly shattered.
"WHAT?!"
Haru gaped at her, face crimson. He did not hear that. Surely, there was no way. There was no possible way she could have just said that. Especially with a straight face. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. However, she had said it clearly. His look apparently confused her and frowned. "Is something wrong? Or, perhaps you are worried that I am unable to fulfill my task? Admittedly, I am lacking in matters relating to intercourse, but I have heard you were an expert in the art, so..."
"Wait! Stop! Hold it! Time out!" Haru cried as he held out his hands. "This is just—I don't—how in the holy hell did you come to THAT conclusion?!"
"Well, I was informed of your per verse nature and insatiable lust. I believed it was an appropriate course of action to make amends for what I have done. Is that acceptable?" She asked with a tilt of her head.
It was official. His life had gone completely out of wack.
Had this been him several days ago, Haru would have jumped at the offer with gusto. Why not? His libido was practically demanding it. Yet ever since his entrance into the world of the supernatural, his whole life had been thrown into the gutter, shred apart, then spat back out as an unrecognizable mess. Make no mistake, he was sorely tempted to take Lint's offer and forget about the whole thing, but all he could do was just stare at her incredulously before he promptly turned around and walked over to the nearest wall.
And began to smack his head into it.
"Um, Namikaze-kun?" Akeno called out in concern. "What are you doing?"
"... Hentai-senpai's finally cracked." Koneko said dryly.
Before, he would've jumped at the chance for sure.
But now?
The menacing image of Tamamo curling her hand into a fist chilled his blood. The price to pay was too great.
What the hell has my life become?
Haru returned home, shoulders sagging and the life utterly drained from him. "I'm baaack..." he moaned, closing the door behind him.
"Welcome back, kid!"
Oh, right. I forgot about that.
Before he had learned that Asia was alive and well, the redhead had made a phone call. Admittedly, the plans he originally had in mind had changed when he discovered Asia's condition, but not by much. If anything, there was only one minor thing he had to ask. Straightening himself out, he entered the living room and found a less-than-pleased Tamamo and a greatly confused Jeanne sitting on the sofa, Azazel on the couch opposite to them and sipping what looked like a freshly brewed up of tea.
"Welcome back, husband." Tamamo greeted with joy. "How was school?"
"Great. I'll give you the good news in a bit." Haru grinned before turning his attention to Azazel. "Yo, old man."
"Sup?" the man greeted back. "I see you brought back the goddamn La Pucelle. You really don't do things halfway, do you?" The redhead shrugged. He was surprised to find out he somehow brought back one of the most revered saints in Catholic history, but considering he summoned the avatar of the Sun Goddess, he was starting to get used to crap being thrown his way. Minus what just happened at school.
Tamamo could NEVER learn what transpired. He feared not just for his life, but also his balls. He idly wondered if this what was a married life was like and whether or not he should start asking his parents for advice.
Azazel took another swig of his tea. "So, you said you finally reached a decision on what to do with my rowdy subordinates?" Haru nodded and sat down. The man took out the document that would determine the fates of Raynare and her collaborators. The people who tried to kill him and take Asia's Sacred Gear. "Here you go. Pen and the paper."
"Just for the record, if I decide they die, you won't try and stop it?"
Azazel's jaw tightened. "I would be lying if I said I didn't have a problem… but the idiots need to face the consequences. And I need to set an example. By all rights, those brats should be locked up in Cocytus at best, and their wings stripped from their backs at worst. And just for the record, if you tear off the wings of an Angel, Devil or Fallen Angel, you strip them of their power. Sure, they'll still have some mojo, but for all intents and purposes, you make them human. Weak. Vulnerable."
"I see..." He glanced at Tamamo. She had obliterated Raynare's wings, burning them to a crisp as she tore them off. That meant that she was now on the level of the humans she had come to despise. The same level as him. He was conflicted between feeling sadistic glee that she had been brought to such a point and considering it a fitting punishment or pitying her.
He took the pen from Azazel's hand and set the paper down. He then wrote down the punishment on the dotted line. As he did so, Azazel watched with a grim look while Jeanne, who had been informed of the situation, grew anxious. Beside her, Tamamo looked on in concern as she wondered what was going through her beloved's mind.
After a minute, Haru ceased writing. He pulled back and put the cap back on the pen, handing it back to Azazel. The man nodded and took the parchment. He read what Haru had written, and his eyes widened in surprise. "Oi, kid. This is—"
"I'm letting them off the hook." Haru said, looking Azazel in the eye. "I'll spare the Fallen, but I need a favor first."
"And, what would that be?"
"... How good are you at forgery?"