Crippled

Chapter 10

There was no more uncertainty to be had, he decided, even as unease stabbed at his stomach. He had decided on his course of action and had taken it, damned be the consequences.

There was just no way he could leave someone like Asia Argento alone, especially now of all times. With her golden blonde hair, her beautiful, naive green eyes, she had captivated him the moment he had laid her eyes upon her.

He wondered what that innocent face would have looked like when he got her thrown out of the church. What taste would that despair have? That hopelessness? Her anger?

Just the thought of it was nearly enough to make him lick his lips, but he controlled himself.

High-class devils were expected to hold themselves with more dignity after all. No, those thoughts would be come when her despair hit its peak, that's when he would come and break her.

At least, that was his plan. But the stress of looking over his shoulder, looking for any signs that his older brother had caught onto him; flinching every time a knock came from his door, expecting the worst to come only for his servants to arrive bringing a message, food or what else has taken its toll.

He had gotten bored of his servants, all of them.

Asia Argento though, she was a breath of fresh air, an almost sickeningly sweet and pure girl that didn't fit this fucked up world. She was the only thing that could calm him down right now from all the stress, all the troubles he was going through.

And since his plan, be her hero, make her love him, and finally break her, would take far too long, then breaking her in front of the altar of her god would work just as well.

Diodora Astaroth's lips curled into a wide grin as Asia Argento walked out into the morning sun.

His wings unfurled behind him even as his previously set up barrier sprang to life, a passive one that 'encouraged' people to stay away from the general area, into one that made sure the ones inside were isolated inside a psuedo-dimension, a creation he had his older brother to thank for.

He launched himself towards his target.

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Issei rushed through the streets once the circle deposited him into the grounds of Italy, nearly ripping apart his choker in his haste to click the device off, his leg supported by a circle crafted under his foot, painstakingly created as a way for him to be able to move quickly when the need arose, moments such as this one where a...friend? Acquaintance? Ally? He didn't know what to label Asia exactly, but he knew that he wanted to save her from being the starting point of a war. A girl like her didn't deserve that dishonor.

He shook his head, clearing his mind of thoughts before they distracted him too much.

Right foot down, form circle underneath. Take the force of the leg pressing down on the ground, siphon it towards the center of the circle, angle it towards the direction of choice, let it push against the bottom of his sole.

It wasn't perfect, but it was good enough, and for the moment, 'good enough' was pretty much the best he could hope for.

It was...actually less awkward to move that way, less awkward than his usual gait anyway, and if it wasn't for the fact that the circle was highly visible, he would have used it in his everyday life to be able to walk semi-normally again. Well that, and the fact that suddenly gaining the proper motor functions would have been pretty suspicious, especially to his doctor who fully expected it to never fully heal.