"DXD: Infinite Loot System"Chapter 311: Raynare's Gift
The room was dim, shadows pooling around Tenra as he sat on his throne, brow furrowed. Mittelt and Kalawarner flanked him, silent and attentive.
"Raynare, what's this all about?"
Tenra's gaze fell on several fallen angels, shackled and trembling before him.
He'd already heard the story from Mittelt and Kalawarner—this was all Raynare's doing. Whatever twisted scheme she'd cooked up this time, Tenra was certain it wouldn't be simple.
Raynare stepped forward, a wicked smile curling her lips. She lifted the chin of one pale, beautiful girl, her grip almost tender.
"This one's Cesia. Used to be a good friend of mine back in the fallen angel ranks. The rest are her subordinates."
"I brought them all back as a present for Master. So? Do you like your gift?"
Cesia's face was drained of color, eyes wide with terror. Her beauty was on par with Raynare's, but the fear etched into her features made her seem fragile, breakable.
Tenra snorted. "'Friend'? Raynare, is this how you treat your friends?"
He laughed coldly, not buying a word of her story. If Raynare actually had friends, maybe pigs could fly.
Raynare pouted, sashaying over to settle herself in Tenra's lap, feigning wounded innocence.
"Master, you're so mean. Must you always call me out? I did it all for you, you know."
"Oh? For me? Let's hear it."
Tenra cradled Raynare's chin, amusement flickering in his eyes.
"Doesn't Master want more obedient tools and loyal bitches? Just like us…"
She wrapped her arms around his neck, breath hot against his ear, voice dripping with temptation.
"More tools are always welcome. But you've got something else in mind, don't you?"
Tenra's gaze sharpened, his playful smirk turning cold. He knew Raynare far too well.
Raynare grinned, eyes glinting with manic excitement. "Hehehe… That's why you're Master."
"Of course I have a plan! I'll train Cesia and her crew to be your most devoted pets. Once you've enjoyed them, we'll send them back to the fallen angels. They'll bring even more for you—fresh tools, new bitches. What do you think? Brilliant, right?"
Her laughter was wild, echoing through the gloom.
Even Tenra was momentarily taken aback by Raynare's audacity.
This woman… her mind was a labyrinth of madness.
He narrowed his eyes. "Raynare, this is all about getting back at Azazel, isn't it?"
Raynare's smile twisted. "You got it. I want revenge."
"These idiots worship him, right? So I'll turn them all into your toys. That'll show him."
She shivered, eyes glazed with feverish anticipation.
Just thinking about humiliating Azazel sent her into a frenzy.
Tenra's lips twitched. What a twisted, dangerous woman.
Raynare had calmed down a little, but her voice was still sharp. "What's wrong, Master? Afraid to go through with it?"
Tenra's eyes flashed with warning. "Raynare, do you know what happens when you provoke your Master?"
Raynare's smile never faltered. "No idea. Why don't you show me?"
She traced a finger down Tenra's cheek, daring him.
Tenra closed his eyes, let out a long breath. Then—
He tore Raynare's clothes apart, pinning her to the ground.
Raynare's laughter rang out, manic and triumphant. "Yes, yes! That's it!"
Her cries echoed, blending with the storm that followed—a whirlwind of darkness and depravity, filling the room with wild, feverish energy.
Mittelt and Kalawarner were caught up in it too, their screams joining Raynare's as they were swept into the chaos.
Only after a long, frenzied night did the room finally fall silent, Raynare's final, broken wail marking the end.
She lay twitching on the floor, body marked by sin, eyes unfocused.
Tenra dressed, casting a cool glance at the terrified fallen angels huddled nearby.
"Raynare, I approve your plan. Brainwash them well. I'll inspect your work later."
Female fallen angels weren't numerous, but they were powerful. If he could bring them under his control, they'd be a force to reckon with. Azazel thought they were trouble? Tenra was happy to take them off his hands.
More than that, Tenra felt a creeping sense of danger lately—a vague, unshakable foreboding. He couldn't afford to slow down. He had to grow stronger.
And the fastest way now? Seize powerful Sacred Gears and amass loyal followers to fuel his faith.
Raynare's madness fit his needs perfectly.
"Yes, my great Master…"
Raynare gazed up at him, devotion shining in her eyes.
She'd known—this man would never disappoint her.
Tenra left the room. Raynare lay there for a long moment, then finally dragged herself upright and approached Cesia, who was still bound in chains.
"R-Raynare, what are you…?"
Cesia's voice trembled, terror plain. She despised Raynare, but after everything, she didn't dare resist.
Raynare's smile was pure predator.
"Welcome, Cesia. Welcome to your new life as Master's tool and pet."
"Let's begin—embrace your transformation, your rebirth!"
Her laughter turned wild, echoing off the walls.
"No… Raynare, please…"
"AHHH!"
Screams and laughter tangled together, weaving a dark symphony in the shadows.
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