𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍│[M!Reader x Highschool DxD - Jeanne D'arc/ Jalter]

-[S.2]-[C.1]- [Revolution]

 [Y/N] - Your Name
[M/N] - Middle Name
[L/N] - Last Name
I
["Talking"]
["SCREAMING"]
["Whispering"]
["Thinking"]

<<<<<< I >[---]< I >>>>>>

Sweet. Sour. Quite strong, too.

Even stronger was his brutish strength that, even as he put down the cup with quite the slam into the wooden balcony, it didn't even shake, let alone the glass. An excited laugh erupted from his drunken lips, reddened cheeks obvious from how inebriated he was. The soft jazz that played did just-as-good to relax his muscles, allowing for a relieved sigh to escape his lips while he crossed his arms, and laid on top of them.

There was a gentle laugh from the bartender in front of him, who cleaned the shot glasses neatly with a towel. Sitting up straight, Y/N took the rest of the drink in one go, putting it down while whipping his lips with the back of his hand, again, letting out an exhale in satisfaction — That thing tasted amazing! Looking down even as he sat thanks to his incredible height, his lips parted while he remained glancing at the man.

Y/N: ["Woah... The hell is this, man?! Tastes good!"]

Man: ["Caipirinha. It's a speciality from the place I come from"]

Y/N: ["Speciality" no doubts, hooh~... This really hits the spot"] A tired sigh from his lips, he just ran his hand across his neck-length hair ["That being said, though..."] Y/N looked around, humming curiously, and, surprisingly, not at all frightened given the circumstances of where he was ["Where are we? And, better yet — Who are you?"]

Nothing.

No matter where he looked, there was nothing. Only the bar in front of him, only the man in front of him. Wherever his green-and-red eyes moved towards, the only thing he saw was a pitch-black void of endlessness that extended much further than his eyes could ever see. Landing them on the man again, even his unusual figure that he had never seen before brought confusion — In fact, looking at him felt relaxing.

He was a man of tall stature — When compared to regular people, and not a 7 FT tall monster like Y/N — who's curly hair fell neatly covering his forehead. A slight chuckle from his lips also brought attention to his face. Though his skin was partially-dark, it was also albino-ish on one side, giving him an uneven look from the dual-colored areas; Y/N dismissed it simply as vitiligo. His arms were quite muscular, and scarred.

Particularly on his wrists, obvious from self-harm that did not take away not one bit from the fatherly look the man had. Instead, he just hummed while glancing up, sliding Y/N another drink which he prepared so quickly, the inhuman-human didn't even see him complete. He had a couple of tattoos under his sleeves, and wore a simple dress shirt with a tie. With a shrug, he merely smiled in a very warm manner.

Man: ["Who do you think, silly? I'm here to take you back"]

Y/N: ["Take me back?"] He sipped from his drink ["Where to?"]

Man: ["Where you come from, of course. Your duty isn't over yet, no sir"] As he shook his head, Y/N could also see neatly-tucked dog tags hanging by his neck ["You still got a lot to do, and for that reason, you simply can't die from a mere meteor to the head, y'know?"]