Madness: DxD

Xenovia's Curiosity

The room's dark. Only light source are my eyes. I'm sitting by a desk littered with shell casings, paper, and a half-finished cup of black coffee. I'm writing in my journal, finally getting a few quiet minutes. Until the door creaks open and the lights go on nearly blinding me.

Y/N: Damn it Xenovia, what do you want at this hour?

She stands there, eyes sparkling like she's on a mission from Uncle Sam. There's an annoying energy radiating off her.

Xenovia: Mighty Hellfighter! I need your wisdom!

Y/N: So much for a peaceful night.

Xenovia: Issa told me about an American tradition. Halloween! I knew you'd be the perfect one to ask. You're so knowledgeable, so sharp. So effortlessly mighty—

Y/N: I've already heard it in the news. Getting tired of this flattery.

Xenovia: It's not flattery if it's true.

What a nuisance. My journal's still open, the ink drying in even lines.

Y/N: Halloween. Fine. It's a night where people wear costumes, knock on doors, and beg strangers for candy. Kids pretend to be monsters. Adults pretend they're enjoying it.

Xenovia: And this... is considered fun?

Y/N: Apparently. Fear and sugar make a powerful combination.

Xenovia: So everyone dresses up?

Y/N: Yeah. Wraiths, witches, fiends, the usual. Or whatever's trending this year.

Xenovia: Hmm. I could go as a crusader! Or a holy knight! That would be thematic, yes?

Y/N: You'd blend in great. Assuming the neighborhood's full of cosplayers.

Xenovia: You mock, but your tone carries respect.

Y/N: No it doesn't.

She steps closer, leaning forward on my desk. My pen stops mid-stroke.

Xenovia: You've lived through so much. Surely you must've had memorable Halloweens.

Y/N: Once handed out candy. Little morons egged my door the next year. That's about the extent of my fond nostalgia.

Xenovia: Still sounds heroic.

Y/N: It was sticky. That's all it was.

I close the journal. No point trying to write while she's vibrating with curiosity.

Y/N: You could always try it yourself. Dress up. Knock on doors. Collect sugar. Simple enough.

Xenovia: With you?

Y/N: I wasn't even being serious.

Xenovia: I was.

Y/N: Of course you were.

Xenovia: Then it's settled! I'll find a costume, and we'll go trick-or-treating together!

Y/N: You're taking this far too literally.

Xenovia: You invited me. A knight keeps her word, and so must her idol.

Y/N: Idol? Please don't start a cult in my honor.

Xenovia: I already respect you immensely.

Y/N: That's worse.

She's already halfway out the door, muttering ideas under her breath. Vampire knight, holy reaper, battle nun. I just stare after her.