I watched Sona's and Tsubaki's reactions as they tasted their favorite dishes. They had been the ones at the top of their lists for meals to be served with the most frequency and I had to make them first. By the looks on their faces and the soft sounds they made, I must have done something right.
I ate my own meal and tried to not look too pleased at them enjoying my cooking. I mean, it wasn't like I was an expert or anything, I just had a lot of experience making food tastier with less savory ingredients. When you usually had a strict budget for things, you learned quickly how to make the most out of the things you had.
The main meal finished and I delivered three dessert dishes to the table. They were one foot tall parfait glasses filled with fruit slices, various berries, two layers of chocolate mousse, a layer of tapioca pudding in the middle, and ten layers of whipped cream mixed throughout. It was topped with a huge dollop of whipped cream and a single cherry without the stem sat on top of that.
Sona let out a little moan at the sight of the huge thing and it clearly proved that she had a fetish when it came to her form of gluttony. I handed her a dessert spoon and she dug in and kind of lost herself to the tastes. Her queen looked both amused and indulgent as she watched Sona devour her parfait with vigour. Just before the foot tall dish was empty, Tsubaki dumped half of hers into it.
“Thank you, Tsubaki.” Sona said with a warm smile and her voice was full of gratitude. She slowed down how quickly she was eating and ate the shared dessert at a normal pace.
Tsubaki's face was slightly red from making her King smile like that and ate the remains of her dessert at the same pace as Sona. When they were both done, they noticed I hadn't touched the third dessert.
“Alex, why didn't you eat it?” Sona asked me with a frown.
“It was actually yours, Sona. I haven't finished becoming a devil yet and I can't eat something that rich and sugary without causing myself distress.” I said and she reached across the table to take my hand. “Please don't worry yourself about it. I'll be fine soon.”
Sona looked at the dessert for a moment and looked back at me. “Are you sure...”
“If you don't think you can finish it all by yourself, I think Tsubaki might be able to help you, if you're very convincing and earnest about sharing it.” I said with a joking tone.
Sona let out a little laugh and Tsubaki had to cover her mouth to stop hers. Sona took the third dish and split it evenly between them and the two girls had smiles on their faces as they ate the delicious dessert. I pulled a granola bar out of my pocket and ate that for dessert, then I made sure to show Sona the ingredients and how healthy they were.
When the dessert was gone, both girls let out loud yawns. Sona looked embarrassed and Tsubaki nodded as she stood up and pulled Sona to her feet. After a whispered request from Tsubaki to head to bed and get some rest, both Sona and Tsubaki said goodnight to me and left the dining room.
I cleaned up the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash them all, including the pots and pans I had used. It didn't take long to dry them off and to put it all away. I went to Tsubaki's room first to check on her and to make sure she was asleep. No one was in her bed, so I went to Sona's bedroom and saw the two girls had cuddled together under the blankets and had fallen asleep.
I had hoped that overstuffing them with delicious food would make them tired and it had worked. I went to my own room and changed out of the butler outfit and remembered I didn't have any other clothes to dress in.
Well, desperation is the mother of invention. I thought and grabbed the sheet from my bed and wrapped it around myself. I imagined the dark blue sheet being vacuum sealed around me and let out some magic to make that a reality. The sheet became a skin-tight layer of cloth and I looked down at myself to see I was wrapped up like a mummy.
I quietly laughed at not giving myself individual limbs and had to use up a bit more magic to add arms and legs to the sheet so I could move. I added a hood and a face covering as well, then left a note on my bedroom door that I had stepped out to walk off the heavy meal.
My walk eventually brought me to Genshirou Saji's address and I stopped outside the young man's window. I knew all about him and how he was obsessed with Sona, so I spent a little more magic to change a normal piece of paper into a picture of Sona in just her panties and bra and she had a blush on her face. It was a screencap of my memory of her from this morning and she looked really sexy.
I admired the image for several minutes and my hard-on almost tore my sheet open. I chuckled at my reaction and remembered I was supposed to be stealing someone's magic potential before he discovered he had a sacred gear.
I pushed my libido to the back of my mind and used a summoning pamphlet to make a copy of the same contract as I used on the Perverted Trio, except I changed the qualifiers from not bothering the girls at school to Sona specifically and changed the exchanged item from a porn magazine to a one-of-a-kind image of Souna Shitori.
It didn't take any effort at all to slip inside his bedroom and he was sitting at his desk and working on his homework. I knew I had to play this up a bit, so I used some magic to silence the door and created some dry fog and let it flow across the floor from my feet. Genshirou noticed it right away and hopped up with a shout of fire.
I chuckled and he turned around and stood in a weak fighting stance as he glared at me.
“How did you get in here?” Genshirou asked me.
“The same way I'll be leaving.” I said and pointed at his open window.
“What do you want?” He asked me and took a threatening step towards me.
I had no reason to lie to him and told him the truth. “I came here to fulfill one of your wishes, Genshirou Saji.”
He looked surprised and then his eyes squinted as he took in my appearance. “You're a devil?”
“Not yet.” I said and he relaxed. “I'm hoping to be soon, though.”
Genshirou nodded and sat back down. “You're going to build up a few contracted clients?”
“Hopefully.” I said and held out the contract. “The terms are simple and straightforward.”
He took the paper from me and read it, his eyebrows going up at the very simple wording. “That's it?”
I chuckled and nodded. “I know Miss Shitori has already checked you for magic and you barely registered, which was why she didn't recruit you already.”
Genshirou sighed. “It was a sad day all around.”
I walked over and put a hand on his shoulder. “I know.” I whispered. “Believe me, I know.”
He looked into my eyes and nodded. “Can I see the picture before I sign?”
“Of course.” I said and held it facing away from him. “I need to warn you that it's going to blow your expectations out of the water.”
Genshirou shivered slightly and nodded. I turned the page around and he gasped, his face going bright red. He whispered something about heaven losing an angel and I fully agreed with him. It wasn't just her looks, though. She was genuinely a nice girl under her stern demeanor and had taken me in without hesitation.
I had nothing and she still took me in, knowing I was going to be a huge burden until I started working and earning a living. There were not a lot of people that would do that and even less devils. Hell, even Rias didn't want to take me in long enough to complete the deal we made.
Genshirou signed the contract and I handed him the picture. He cuddled it like it was a lost kitten and he was going to give it a home. I shivered at the deal completing and took the contract, cancelled the fog, and jumped out the window and landed on the grass with barely a sound.
I ran out of his yard and down the street to get as far away from him as possible, just like I had with the Perverted Trio. Genshirou Saji was soon going to discover his lust and desire for Sona was long gone and the picture was pretty much worthless to him now. I didn't cackle madly at suckering yet another idiot out of their magic potential, even though I should have.
You see, I knew that with me as a male in Sona's peerage, she was in no rush to add more and dilute her girl's club any more than it already was. That meant she was going to let Rias try to recruit him and she was going to find out that he has the same problem as Issei Hyoudou. Neither of them would ever have the magic to awaken their sacred gears.
On the plus side, neither of them would trigger the Fallen Angels that were going around and searching for sacred gear users to observe and then murder. On the down side, I now had both of their magic potential combined inside of me and I could feel the energy bubbling up inside of me. My limit was still increasing, even while I was using some magic to speed up my transformation.
That was a phenomenal thing, because it meant when the conversion process was done by the morning, I would have much more magic available inside of me. Of course, that thought made me pause, because I only had until the morning to find someone else to trick into giving up their magic potential.
I wasn't going to stop the accelerated process, though. The sooner I was a full-fledged devil, the sooner I could be of more use to Sona. Also, my fat was almost completely gone and my belly was little more than a small bulge. I even lost the extra chin I hated to see every time I tilted my head down to look at something. That alone was worth keeping the constant magic drain going.
My path away from Saji's house eventually brought me to a street that had a clear view of the abandoned church. I stared at the thing, because my feet had inadvertently taken me there without my consent, and I chuckled at the accidental opportunity. My thoughts turned evil and I had to duck into someone's backyard to laugh and not have it wake up half the neighborhood.
When I calmed down, I decided I was definitely doing my idea, because it was just too outrageous to not do it. I mean, I already fleeced four idiots of their magic potential, so why not try and do the same to one of the fallen angels shacking up in the church ruins with a bunch of rogue priests? It was just too temping of a target to refuse.
I looked down at my sheet bodysuit and shook my head. I needed proper clothes to pull it off and there just so happened to be a clothes line right there. I secured pants and a shirt, changed one into a cap to wear, and created a clipboard with a few sheets of forms on it. Some color changing and altering to the clothing, and I was set.
*
The excommunicated priest on guard duty saw the brief flash of a teleportation circle just before someone wearing a delivery man's uniform walked around the corner of the church. He put his hand on the hilt of his light sword and prepared to draw on the stranger.
“Good instincts.” The delivery man said and stopped walking several feet away from him. “You can relax, though. I'm just making a quick delivery from the Grigori. Last minute, you know. All secret stuff. Hush hush and all that. You know how it is.”
The priest did know how it was. “What's the password?”
The delivery guy gave him a pointed look and then laughed. “You think I'm important enough to be given code words for delivering a letter? How long have they posted you out here, anyway?”
The priest sighed. “All goddamn week.”
The delivery guy winced. “Ouch, that sucks.”
“Tell me about it.” The priest said and looked at the guy's clipboard. “Who's the letter for?”
The delivery guy lifted the clipboard and flipped a page. “Some fallen angel named Raynare. It's a payment or an incentive or something? I wasn't really listening to the pale guy that handed it to me and told me to get it to Kuoh or I'd get a Holy Light Bolt up my ass.”
The priest chuckled. “That sounds like Kokabiel.”
“Is he a really tall guy? Kinda looks like a vampire with the pointy ears and long black hair?” The deliver guy asked and the priest nodded. “Huh. That's my first time seeing one of the big guys and I've known about the Grigori for years.”
The priest grinned at him. “You're lucky the bastard didn't shoot you anyway.”
The delivery guy chuckled. “I wasn't the first guy offered this job.”
“Ha.” The priest barked and waved the delivery guy inside. “If she's not by the altar talking to one of the others or yelling at Freed Sellzen, she's down in the bunker.”
“Thanks.” The delivery guy said and started to walk past. He stopped and took a granola bar out of his pocket. “Do they mind you snacking out here?”
“Who cares.” The priest said and snatched the bar out of the guy's hand. “I haven't eaten in hours.”
The delivery guy took out another one and the priest took it and patted him on the back in thanks. The delivery man went inside and saw several other priests sitting around and talking quietly. He ignored them and went to the altar. No one was there, so he went behind it and opened the trap door where the stairs were. He went down them and a few more priests were there in the hallway.
“Mail delivery for Raynare?” The delivery man asked.
“Third door.” One of them said and the delivery man waved in thanks.
A knock later, the door opened and an angry dark haired woman glared at the delivery man. “Who the fuck are you and what do you want?”
The delivery man didn't react to the hatred in her voice and pointed to the logo on his hat and then at the clipboard. “I have a letter here for...” He flipped the top page. “...Mission specialist Raynare.”
Raynare lost the glare and looked pleased at how important that sounded. She turned to the other two occupants of the room. “You hear that, you useless bitches? I'm a mission specialist!”
The short blonde girl named Mittelt sighed and laid back on the bed. “Fuck, she's going to be even harder to deal with after hearing that.”
The woman with long purple hair softy laughed and a smug Raynare turned back to the delivery guy.
“Sign here and confirm you accept the terms of delivery.” He said and held out a pen and the clipboard.
Raynare signed with a flourish and handed the pen back.
“Here's your special courier letter. Be careful with it, because it has a photo inside.” The delivery man said and handed the large envelope to her.
Raynare though about ignoring the warning and chose to be magnanimous instead. She used a fingernail and tore along the top edge of the thing and completely missed the delivery man's visible shiver. She pulled out the letter and the photo, made a squeak sound of shock, and the letter and envelope dropped to the floor and were ignored. All of her attention was on the photo.
“What is it?” Kalawarner asked and walked over to her and bent down to pick up the letter.
Raynare was too stunned to respond and stared at the picture of the Fallen Angel she absolutely adored above all overs. It was also a completely nude picture and he was posing for the camera. No, he was posing for her.
“It says here the picture is a reward for showing restraint and stopping the exorcists from killing devil clients and making the devils running the territory angry.” Kalawarner said and frowned. “Hold on, the exorcists are killing people and could expose us?”
“WHAT?” Mittelt gasped and hopped up to run over to Kalawarner and read the letter herself. “That's bullshit! We need to stop them right away or we're fucked!”
Raynare completely ignored the other two rushing out of the room and stared unerringly at the picture of the gorgeous man she wanted to bed and have him slap her silly, screw her brains out, secure her to a rack, then whip her bloody before he screwed her again. It was all she ever wanted and right there in her hands was the first step. Seeing Azazel's average-sized cock and his overly hairy balls.
Wait, what? Raynare asked herself and moved the photo close to her face and examined it.
She had been bedded by Azazel years ago, which was why she was so obsessed with him, and she couldn't find anyone else even close to good enough as him in bed. She remembered he was close to eight inches long and he didn't have any hair down there. In fact, all Angels were hairless everywhere except on their heads.
“That fucking bastard Kokabiel dared to give me a fake picture as a reward!” Raynare shouted and tore the picture in two. “Well, if he wants to give me fake rewards, I'll just start sending along fake reports about how well the mission's going and not do a fucking thing! Let's see how much he likes it when people trick him right back!”
*
“Which one of you is Freed Sellzen?” The delivery man asked inside the small barracks and all of the priests pointed to a spiky-haired man reclining next to the wall.
“What the fuck do you want?” Freed asked.
“Letter delivery.” The delivery man said and walked over with the clipboard and flipped the page. “Some priest named Valper Galilei said it was important for your future development.”
Freed scoffed. “As if that old fucker has any clue what I want to do.”
“Sign here and confirm you accept the terms of delivery.” The delivery man said.
“Fuck that! Just give me the letter.” Freed said and stood.
“I'm sorry, I can't hand it over without your signature.” The delivery man said and took a step back.
“Really?” Freed asked and pulled out his light sword and turned it on. “And what's stopping me from gutting you like a fish and taking it from your twitching corpse?”
The door banged open and two of the fallen angels rushed into the room.
“Oh, for fuck's sake! Can't I have a little fun?” Freed asked and turned off his sword.
“Listen up!” Kalawarner shouted and gained everyone's attention. “You are all hereby confined to base until we work out which of you idiots has been going out and killing devil contractors.”
Every priest turned and looked right at Freed.
“Fuck off, you bunch of pussies.” Freed said and sighed as he sat down. “There goes all my fun.”
The delivery guy held out the clipboard.
Freed glared at the fucker and grabbed the offered pen, signed his name, and then broke the pen and threw it at him.
“Here's your letter.” The delivery man said and handed him a small envelope.
Freed tore it open and glared at it for a moment, then read what it was and smiled. The old priest had come through on a promise for once and had given him the address of a real devil. Yuuto Kiba now had a date with a light sword and Freed was never going to deny the urge to have a little fun eviscerating an actual devil.
The delivery man shivered slightly as he bent down and grabbed the two pieces of pen. He pocketed them and walked over to the short blonde named Mittelt. “Just so you know, men can appreciate women with a smaller stature and not be fetishists or pedophiles.”
Mittelt caught her breath and seemed frozen as the man bent over slightly and kissed her cheek.
“Or maybe you're just too cute for a normal man to handle?” The delivery guy asked and left.
After about ten seconds, Mittelt sucked in a huge breath when she realized what he was offering. “Wait! WAAAAIT!” She yelled and ran out of the room and down the hallway after him. She stumbled up the stairs behind the altar and fell twice before she jumped out of the trap door. She rushed out of the church and saw that he was long gone. “NOOOO!” She yelled and dropped to her knees as she angrily shook her small fists at the sky.