Chapter 8: Justice Is A Lie

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Y/N P.O.V.      Location: Capital Slums.

(???) - Hi, Leone!

(???2) - I could use another of your massages next time 'round!

(???3) - Lookin' nice today, babe! Come drink with us tonight!

(???4) - *Very much drunk* YyyyyyesH! Ddddrink!

Walking through the slums with Leone proves to be an entertaining walk. Several kinds of people dot the stands.

(Y/N) - ...Lively slum. I like it.

(Leone) - It's what happens when you struggle to survive all your life. These souls are as strong as weeds.

(Y/N) - ...A lovely image. I'm not fond of weeds, but a lovely mental image nonetheless. You certainly seem popular here.

(Leone) - I was born and raised here! Made a name for myself at a nearby massage parlor.

(Y/N) - ...An interesting profession. I doubt that you were ever short of customers.

(???5) - There she is!

(???6) - It's Leone!

Immediately turning on my heels to see the horde chasing us - or rather, her - and break into a run.

(Y/N) - I thought you said you didn't have a wanted poster out!

(Leone) - I don't!

(Y/N) - Then what the hell are they?!

(???5) - PAY YOUR DRINKING TAB!

(???7) - SETTLE YOUR GAMBLING DEBTS!

(???6) - YOU SCAMMED MY BROTHER!

(Y/N) - ...Never mind.

(Leone) - So, what'cha think? Interesting place, right?

(Y/N) - Interesting in the way that I'm tempted to trip you, but yes.

After awhile of running, we finally manage to lose the rabid debt-collectors. I take a moment to catch my breath as we begin to exit the slum territory.

(Y/N) - Phew... Sister, I think we... Sister?

Where the hell'd she go?

Where the hell am I?!

Great. I'm lost, Leone's gone, and we have a job to do tonight. We must have gotten separated in the uproar.

(???) - Oh! My justice sensor's acting up! You!

I turn towards the girl babbling nonsense. Her orange hair is in a long ponytail, she's wearing armor, and dragging what kinda looks like a dog behind her. She's gotta be an imperial soldier.

Which means she could very well be another demon in human skin, just like Ogre and Zank.

I point to myself, giving her an inquisitive look, as if to say 'me?'

(???) - Yes, you! Can I help you with something?

(Y/N) - ...Who are you?

(Seryu Ubiquitous) - Ah! I'm Seryu Ubiquitous of the capital guard! A warrior of justice!

...If she's a warrior of justice, then justice is a fucking lie.

A growling noise emanates from the small dog-thing. It looks familiar for some reason... She bends down to meet her pet.

(Seryu) - You must be hungry, Koro. Don't worry, I'll get you something to eat soon.

(Y/N) - Is... that a dog?

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