"How irresponsible are you?!" Mr. Manhattan screamed at the top of his voice.
"He's not just a regular demon—he's a goddamn Ghoul! We both know what Ghouls are capable of!" he roared, slamming his fist onto the table so hard the papers, files, and everything else on the desk jumped.
They were in a regular office adorned with fake potted plants and a large bookshelf behind the desk. To their left were several medals, plaques, and awards on the wall, while to the right was a giant glass window that overlooked a plain field.
The man yelling was none other than the Spear Division's Archangel—Mr. Terrace Manhattan. His face was twisted in anger, framed by a well-trimmed white beard and matching hair. An eyepatch covered his left eye, and his face bore enough scars to prove he'd been through hell. He wore a black giant overcoat covered with medals on nearly every inch.
The people being yelled at were none other than Miss Lucy Heartfield and David Michaelson. While David sat there like a soldier, still with an expressionless face, Lucy wore a bored look in her eye—like a teenage girl being scolded by her father. Every so often, her gaze trailed lazily to the window, blankly staring out.
BOOM.
Mr. Manhattan slammed both fists on the table again before slumping into the chair behind him, rubbing his temple.
"Lucy, what were you thinking?" he asked, his voice now calm, low, and exhausted. He'd realized yelling never worked on these two.
"We're losing more and more recruits," Lucy casually replied. "The new demons emerging are immune to Obsidian, and slowly crawling up the ranks. We're being pushed to the wall, and we need someone or in this case something strong enough to handle things."
"Can you even control him?" Mr. Manhattan asked, worry lacing his tone.
"If I cannot, I'll end him myself," she said, narrowing her eyes.
Mr. Manhattan let out a sigh of exhaustion, then slowly stood, the chair pulping back up as he stood, and walked to the window. With his hands folded behind his back, he asked, "Are you in total support of this?"
Lucy began, "Yes, I—"
"No!. I'm not talking to you anymore," he interrupted sharply. "I'm talking to you, David. Are you in support of this?"
Mr. Manhattan slowly tilted his head to observe David's expression.
David turned to him, pushed his glasses back to the ridge of his nose, and slightly nodded his head.
Haaaa.
Another sigh escaped Mr. Manhattan's lips as he turned back to the window.
"Alright... but whatever happens from now on is your responsibility."
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They walked out of the office, Lucy giving David a cheerful smile. Every so often, she playfully elbowed him as they walked down the hall.
David suddenly stopped and raised his hands in the air, as if to say why?
"Because you want to kill him so bad disgust is laced on your face, but you chose not to say anything—for me," Lucy rolled her eyes as she spoke.
David slowly reached into his pocket, pulled out a piece of paper and a pen, scribbled something onto it, and passed it to Lucy.
She hurriedly opened it, keeping eye contact with him as she read:
"If he ever touches you, I'll cut off his head myself."
At the intersection, they parted ways. Lucy kept walking through the white pristine halls, eventually reaching the elevator.
They were at the top floor of the IDC's Spear Division building in Menditarian City—the capital of the Zenith Continental.
As she gracefully stepped into the elevator, she tapped the button marked G. As the door began to close, a group of workers approached to enter with her. She narrowed her eyes into a tight glare, forcing them to back off and wait.
The elevator opened again—this time, Lucy walked through the halls where guards armed to the teeth stood at every corner. She reached a side door, swinging it open like she owned the place—and no one had the balls to tell her otherwise.
Keiran jumped awake like someone had just shot him in the ass with a vial full of adrenaline. He stood at attention, waiting for her to say something—anything. But she just trailed around him like a farmer inspecting a newly bought cow.
Heels constantly tapping against the tile, then, heading for the door, she said, "Follow me."
Keiran hurried after her.
This was the first time he'd been let out of the room since the interrogation. His days had become a cycle: wake up, bathe, shit, and eat—if they even remembered to feed him.
He stared at her, thinking, What a humongous bitch.
"This is the Spear Division, and on no condition are you allowed to tell anyone you're harbouring a Ghoul within you... if they don't kill you themselves then I will nor talk when it comes to anything mission-related," she said with an all-too-righteous expression.
"Are they the only Demonics here—"
Lucy waved her hand in the air, cutting him off, and they both came to a halt.
"You only speak when I tell you to. Otherwise, you shut up and observe."
Keiran rolled his eyes and clenched his teeth. So much he wanted to say—so much he wanted to do to her—but he could do none without being beheaded on the spot. So, he kept his cool.
Lucy continued walking with him until they reached a cafeteria, where a bunch of other kids—around Keiran's age—where. Lucy raised her hand in the air, signaling to one of the boys to come over.
The one she pointed to looked confused and kept gesturing to himself as if to confirm she meant him.
He finally stood walked over and, giving an unnecessary bow, said, "Miss Heartfield, you called?"
Without looking in their direction, she simply said, "He's your responsibility until I come back for him."
And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving them both standing there.
"This is it, huh? This is my reward for not dying
What a goddamn bitch," Keiran hissed as he glared at her retreating figure.
Lucy turned " I heard that, you get two more before I cut off your balls and feed them to you".
The boy beside him was taken aback by Keiran's words—knowing full well that people don't talk about Paladins that lightly.
Immediately she was no longer in eyesight, the boy's expression turned completely sour. His posture instantly slacked, and he let out a long awaited exhausted sigh, turned to Keiran, and asked,
"So... the bitch is yours?"