Madness: DxD

The Badger and The Phoenix

Reputation. It's just a bunch of words strung together by people who barely know you. And the funny thing is, those words end up shaping you more than anything you actually do. You could break your back, spill blood for something, and what do you get? Nothing. But someone says you're the bad guy, or worse, people start to believe it, and suddenly it's your new truth.

People? They can turn on you in a heartbeat. One wrong move, one bad choice, and boom, you're the villain. But you know what? I've been the villain my whole damn life. And maybe that's all I need to be. The ones who stick around, who see past the surface, they know what really matters. Reputation? It's nothing but a mask. The real question is, when it's all said and done, who are you when the dust settles? Who are you when the reputation falls apart and you're standing there alone? Because in the end, all you've got is your own name. And if you've got to fight for it, I've fought for a lot worse.

This is so boring.

I was in a carriage heading for the banquet. I specifically decided to be late on purpose so everyone I need to meet will be there once I arrive. Issa and the others went ahead without me, Rias even dared to call me irresponsible.

What is?

Everything.

Depression just hit you?

Think about it. Why do we have to attend this event? Can't we just run away?

We are not running away. This is important. We will see which house pledges loyalty. And Lady Phoenix will no doubt be there.

Great. Just what I wanted.

She's an important ally. With her on my side things would go a lot smoother.

No. You just want to get back with her.

Not going to deny that.

What about me then? When will you pay attention to me?

I do that on a daily basis. You are everywhere I am.

Oh yeah? When was the last time you praised me?

Why would I praise you? You contribute to nothing in my life.

Issa doesn't either. Yet you spoil her rotten.

Issa is my daughter. You're just a hallucination.

Issa is not your biological daughter. And I am more than a hallucination.

What do you want from me? A cookie?

Praise me.

You're a good girl?

More.

No.

Yes.

Listen, woman. Why do you even care about my comments to you?

Don't call me woman.

Then what should I call you? Need I remind you never gave me a name.

Hmm. If you had a loving sister, what would you call her?

Don't have a loving sister.

But if you did you'd call her?

Nuisance. Parasite. Mood breaker. Take your pick.

Name. Give me a name before I give you a reason to kill the driver.

You can't control me. It's you who's trapped inside my brain not the other way around. So do stop threatening me. I would feel more intimidated by a school girl.