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

C. 15

While you stare at the wings attached to Reaven's back, watching as they puff up as the man there attached to flinches, your sister looking at you expectantly from her courtesy position. You didn't know why, she didn't say a mantra that you could easily repeat so what was there to do? The Divine, sorry, the Holy Priest shouldn't ask for much respect among the people, that in itself is disrespectful.

You didn't know it was such a big deal but apparently, it was because soon cold steel was pressed against the side of your neck. A sword, one you had seen by Damien's side, two rubies forced into the handle, it matched the dark red gloves he wore.

"Bow."

Yeah, you were going to test your luck.

You don't bow, standing straight, not faltering when the blade starts to dig into your neck. You stared straight into Reaven's eyes, this was fun.

"Bow."

You never heard the red-head try to be intimidating, he was loyal, obeyed orders perfectly but now, when you aren't the one in charge of him, he seems to have only gotten cocky in his position.

"Damien, stop."

Reaven, who looked perfect in so much gold, ordered him to stop but Damien didn't drop the blade from your neck. He's not following an order? He must not respect the Priest. You're surprised Damien hasn't gotten fired, or the fact he got hired in the first place.

"Damien~ You heard him."

Abel, who had a new full glass of Heaven-Sent wine, barely said anything but the steel was put back into its protective belt. Oh my, seems Damien is the knight of the Priest though he has a mind of his own, which is fine just not when your job is to follow orders.

You reach two fingers up to your neck, dragging them across your neck, streaks of blood on your fingertips. It stung but you didn't want to show too much weakness near so many quick to become obsessive males.

"Oh, don't mind Damien, he gets a little upset when people don't respect the Holy Priest."

You smile, angelic as always.

Reaven stands from his desk, walking around to the front, letting you see how much skin he was showing. He needed his back exposed for his wings and it was probably easier to leave most of his chest without fabric so he can slip his clothes on and off without straining his back. His hips were also left unhidden, just the sides of them. Reaven looked good. Pretty bird.

Abel whispered to him as the white-haired male passed by him, taking a long sip of the strong wine. You hadn't seen him without it yet, even if you hated him you couldn't help but feel concerned, you would push that to the back of your mind though, he didn't deserve your sympathy.

Your old assistant gently grabbed Medea's hand, who had just stood once he had started to walk, and kissed the back of her hand, eyes rising to her caramel ones. If you didn't trust Reaven so much, even in your past lives, you would have pushed him off. Then again, you were still bleeding and you didn't want to have the knight trying to kill you.

"Hello, Medea. It's an absolute pleasure to meet you, my dear."

When did his voice drop an octave? Or was it just an act? You're glad you don't need to act like this anymore, even if the clothes you wore weren't as soft or warm as your robes and outfits you were given to by Abel.

"Oh, it appears his Holy self has taken a liking to you Medea."

"T-thank you, Holy Priest, the F-fifth."

Well, that's annoying, would you have to do that all the time?

"Oh, my dear, just call me Reaven. We'll be spending a lot of time together after all."

Well, guess she doesn't have to.

Reaven cups her face and Medea's face erupts into a pink, though you don't miss the glance he gives you. Poor Medea, not like you really care, her heart would get broken, wouldn't it? Well, that's only if you accept the attention Reaven will give you, which you probably won't since you just want to relax.

Abel walks up, his glass almost empty again, and you are immediately on edge, you would rather the blade to your neck than drink anything he passes you. Oh, wait, those chocolates Moteon gave you, they looked just like the drink that made your mouth fuzzy. Whatever, it's not this life.

"Oh, dear, seems little Damien will be giving you quite a scar."

It'll match the one on your back, you're not sure why it's there, only where the final blow was given is where the scar should be. Though the one usually around your neck was less noticeable than your new one but it was easier to hide the new one. You don't even know when you were hit.

"It's fine. It doesn't matter."

"Hmm. Sweetheart, you should know I make potions and I can whip something up that'll heal you right up~."

Well, he seems more confident about his profession this time around, isn't he? He also wasn't wearing much, his shoulders were mostly exposed, only his small sleeves and a large red sash covered them, he had to keep adjusting his arms because the sash kept falling to his elbows. Damien wore more traditional knight armour, his family crest on his left shoulder and the right shoulder had religious symbols engraved into it.

"I'm good."

"The Holy Adviser himself offers a gift and you reject it?"

You turn to the red-head who was glaring daggers into your skull, you wanted to slap him, that's for sure.

"You gave me the scar, you know that right?"

His hand goes from resting to back to his blade's handle. Wow, he really wanted to kill you, huh?

"Damien, drink this."

Abel passes him a vial, the liquid inside of it was violet, a picture of a broken wheel decorated the clear glass. The knight wastes no time grabbing it, swallowing the water-like liquid without hesitation, he gulped it down quickly. You, if he hadn't just tried to kill you, would have stopped him but he seemed much calmer after swallowing.

What in the many gods name was that?