Gross. [Reverse! Harem x Reincarnated! Male! Reader]

C. 14

You, alongside your cousin, sat in a carriage that hit every bump on the dirt road. There weren't any dirt roads inside the kingdoms, you think that the golden kingdom has almost every path covered in, what else? Gold.

"So... I guess both of us are eligible now, huh?"

Medea starts the conversation, though all it does is confuses you.

"Eligible for what?"

She sighs, side hugging you, awkwardly since you're both sitting down, her hand going through your hair as you pick at the food your Aunt-Mom made, it didn't taste as good as the food made by your chefs but what'd you expect?

"I know you're only trying to make me feel better, you don't need to though, it'll be a fair fight."

You had zero ideas what would be a fair fight, you don't remember this happing while you were the Divine, who would do things this way? Whatever this was?! You don't know and it makes you angry, you almost always knew what was happening, nothing so major changes like this!

"Y/n? Why are you crying!? Are you okay?!"

You, even if you just wanted to make her go away, hug her a little tighter, you started pushing away any of your family once you got stabbed by your father. Maybe this was a life where you didn't worry about all the small things! Not like you had three kingdoms weighing on your back anymore!

You'd act how you wanted to, for the first time in a thousand years.

"Medea Alaister, Y/n L/n, welcome to the Golden Temple, please follow me."

Holy gods, Damien looks really good while not fully respecting you, is this what people saw every time? Wow, he's not even afraid to look into your eyes, you didn't even notice how much shine his green eyes lacked. You, and your cousin-sister, walk into the halls you've grown accustomed to, the ones in the house you just resided in only had small paintings, most looking homemade.

Damien turned, barely paying attention to either one of you, and you notice that his hair was a shade darker though the red was still prominent. God, now that you're an outsider, these halls don't make sense. They turn in places they shouldn't and go straight for far too long.

"Damien~ Can you get me more... Why, who are these cuties?"

You flinch, hearing a voice you wished you'd forget but, as you turn, you know you aren't that lucky. Abel was decked in gold and reds, he wasn't dressed like a priest but he was dressed like he was close to them. He held a wine glass in his hand, spinning the liquid that almost matches his eyes, and he inspected you both. His black hair was softer looking, he was probably allowed to shower every day.

"His Holy Adviser, Abel."

What? You never had that. Whoever's the Priest must need a lot of help. Pathetic.

"This is Medea and Y/n, Abel. They're here to join the Harem."

You want out.

You choke on your spit, coughing violently and Medea goes to gently pat your back as you shake.

"Hmm? I thought the Holy Priest wanted those only with a gift?"

"W-well, I'm just here as a butler figure!"

You know Medea was looking at you in surprise, were you turning down this position for her? She'll think that but no, you just don't want to be in a harem.

Abel nods, and you find yourself looking away from his shining eyes as soon as they start to shine. You also make sure Medea pays attention to you instead. Hey, it might not be very Saintly, though you're not one at the moment, but she seems to just agree with you, she's much easier to manipulate this time around.

"Ah? Alright then~ Damien, the Holy Preist is waiting."

"We would have been there already if you haven't cut us off. How much have you had to drink?"

"What? You're going to judge me, Mr. Knight? It's only my third glass."

"It's four."

Abel waves him off, walking to a large doorway before turning around and waving you back over. He must be wasted at this point, those drinks, a special wine brought over from the Heaven Kingdom, it was twenty-three percent. He also smelt like hops so he must've had some beer as well.

So when he's in power, he's an alcoholic. Great, even more reason to not drink what he gives you.

Abel goes in the door first, telling Medea to enter in a few moments, lacing at you only for your eyes to be turned away again.

"Your Holiness, Reaven, Divine Priest the Fifth. There's another lady waiting for you-."

"Abel. I'm not in the mood for this, I need to look for someone."

"I think he's just outside this door, there's a man, can't be much younger than you, he seems special."

"If it's not him then we'll call off this entire thing."

"If he is though, you must also take in another."

"Deal. Not like he'll walk through that door."

Damien raises his hand, opening the large golden door for both you and your cousin, letting you see a familiar blob of white hair.

"Your Holiness."

Your sister courtesy, a blue skirt on top of a yellow shirt, and you just stand there trying to make sure it's Reaven behind the gold and marble desk. It should be, white hair, golden eyes, and gorgeous dark skin, the only thing that separates him from the Reaven in your past lives was the pair of black wings attached to his back. Three big wings on each side, gold decorating where they would bend.

They were pretty.

"Oh, gods..."

Why did he seem upset?

"It appears it is the one you're looking for. This is Medea Alaister, her help Y/n L/n, they hail from one of the West-most kingdoms just outside our borders. Their cousins."

That was more than you told him, how'd he know that?