217 A Devil and An Angel (2/2)

Shirone stutters. Her eyes wander away from my face and then to the only spectator sitting along the wall. A young girl. About 5 or 6 years of age.

The girl is resting against the wall, hugging her stuffed animal doll and sleeping rather peacefully. She has quite a day.

”Only our little sister is watching us, Shirone. Well, soon to be ours anyway. Isn't that great?”

I comment after I follow her gaze and see her little sister. Yes. I basically propose to her, and I feel that there is no reason for her to refuse me. She holds some feeling for me after. Like a lot of feeling. I am as well.

It is mutual feelings.

Shirone squirms under me, trying to slide along the floor and get out under me, but despite her effort, I remain perfectly in position on top of her body, weighting her down firmly and surely. In actual fact, I am moving alongside with her movement, matching it perfectly to remain on top of her.

And I did all of this without even touching the floor at all.

Eventually, Shirone stops trying to free herself. She did manage to move a couple of meters in a single direction. That is quite impressive.

”Not until you tell me what you are, Max.”

Shirone questions. She does not refuse my marriage proposal despite how blatant it is. She only gives her conditions. This is one of the reasons that I like her. Not the main reason, but it is a good a reason.

”You already know what I am, Shirone.”

I response as I continue to capture her eyes, getting myself lost into it. I am obviously smitten by her, but I am unsure the real reason why at the moment.

”Ever since that day we met. Was it only a few months ago? Seems so long.”

I recall the meeting a month ago when everything is grey and dark, at least for Shirone. She has pretty much lost everything in this cold and dark hellish place, and as such, I took her under my wings, quite literally too.

From there onwards, I have taught her how to hone her incredible potential, embracing what she has become without hesitation or fear.

Despite not being a devil myself like her, I do know everything that there is to know about her kind.

As an angel, I have fought devils countless of time. Kill plenty too. Many have come to fear me as the Angel of Death since my feathered wings were darker than the blackest night and vaster than anyone is able could see.

They could literally block out the dreadful rain and eclipse the gloomy sky itself. Of course, I have never revealed myself as such to her for obvious reason. She is a devil, and I am an angel. A fallen angel, but an angel, nonetheless.

We are basically mortal enemies. More correctly to say, immortal enemies.

”I do?”

Shirone questions.

”Of course, you do. I am your master, your friend, your lover, and anything that you want me to be.”

I response with a childish grin.

”Life is super, super, and super long. It is really boring if you spent all that time thinking about this too much, don't you think so? Just let it go and go with your heart.”

I tell her calmly. I did not want her to know what I truly am, as her hatred for my kind run deep. Angels have committed quite a lot of atrocities in hell. Devils as well when raiding heaven.

It is just how things are.

The strong will continue to remain in the immortal plane and reach even greater height, and the weak will be killed and forced to reincarnate back to the mortal realm.

Basically, starting from scratch again once more.

Shirone takes a moment to nod, knowing that I am right. I am always right. She trusts me explicitly as her master, and she would acknowledge whatever I have told her. If I had told her the world is upside down, she would believe it, taking it as an indisputable fact.

”Just this one time, okay?”

Shirone tells me and closes her eyes, waiting for the kiss that would surely come. Her lips even lift up, trying to reach mine, but instead of the kiss, I run my tongue across her cheek, licking her rather pretty face.

That causes her to snap her eyes open and stare at me.

”Sorry, I cannot help it because you look so tasty.”

Shirone narrows her eyes, realizing that I am not really serious in kissing her. I am never serious when I should be. Always playing around, especially with her heart.

”Get off me, idiot!”

Shirone growls and with a never seen before strength, she throws me off of her body and with a kick, I go flying across the room. She immediately follows up with a brutal blow.

”Wait! Not the face. Not the face! You have to see me every day for the rest of your life, you know!”

I call out before getting punch in the face. She did not even hold back one bit, but of course, my body cannot be injured that easy, at least not with her level of strength. She could beat me up all day long, and I would not look any worst than I already am.

The blow would have sent me crashing into the wall, but that would not happen if I have anything to do with it. Instead, I bounce on the wall and crashing back into her with a much greater force.

And we both go stumbling around the room, screaming. She is screaming. I am laughing my ass off as it is fun.

”Ugh… please get off me, Max.”

Shirone moans as I am using her butt as a cushion, holding up my entire body.

”Alright. Alright.”

I tell her and try to get up, causing her wince when I grab hold of her buttocks and squeeze it. Basically, sexual harassment. I move on to her tail. Her devilish tail. Gripping and rubbing it, pinching its end.

”Stop it! Stop it!”

Shirone calls out before hammering the floor as I basically torture her. Devil has tails, while angel does not. Of course, I could manifest some with my energy. I did just that simply to harass her some more.

It is basically the only thing that I do now days.

There is really no one else in the household but me and her and her little sister. Without her, I would have lived alone, not really sure what to do with my life now that I have turned my back against Heaven and all of my brethren.

Shirone basically gives my life some meaning.

And more than that, she is a reincarnation of someone that I love dearly. Very dearly.

”I don't want to. Your tail is really cute, making me wants to rub and stroke it forever. But it is not fair with only me playing with your tail, so here, you can play with my tails too.”

Shirone feels my astral tails caressing her cheek and brushing her silvery hair out of her face. Multiple ones.

They are more like hands than actual tail because I have crafted them that way. They start to run all over her body, fondling all the right places. They run inside her clothing too.

”No! Stop it! Master! Hah! Ahahahah! Stop it! Ahahhah!”

Shirone soon laughs uncontrollably, waking everyone nearby up.

Well. One person. Her little sister.