The Wings of a Valkyrie: Male Reader x Pyrrha Nikos (Part II)

Chapter XI: Shot at the Devil

"You know, I gotta tell ya; these past few days have been real good to me."

Rain pattered against the glass, clinging to the panes and distorting the moonlight that shined through the window. Reinman was standing with his hands folded behind his back, watching the vehicles drive by on the street below. The small office he stood in was empty, save a small, molding wooden table that sat next to a filing cabinet in the corner. The only other person in the room was Pyrrha, still tied down. Across from her was an empty folding chair.

"Once I'm done with you and (L/N), I'll rebuild the Purifiers. From there, it's back to the original plan. I'll be the leader of a crusade to wipe the Faunus from the face of Remnant."

"It'll never work." Pyrrha said groggily.

"Is that right?" Reinman grinned, turning from the window.

"We'll stop you."

"We?" Reinman laughed. "What we? I don't know if the drugs have addled your brain or what, but you're all alone here. And as for your boyfriend, well, let's just say he's not long for this world."

"You're wrong." She said. "He'll stop you."

"And what makes you so sure?"

"Because," Pyrrha said, "he won't let you hurt those people."

"Won't let me?" Reinman cackled. "He won't let me? Do you have even the slightest clue who your boyfriend is? He's a murderer. And you're telling me he's gonna stop me from killing all the wittle hewpwess Faunus?" He mocked. "Why? Because he's some sort of hero? You have no idea who he really is. So why don't I tell you a little bit about (F/N) (L/N)."

Walking over to her, Reinman grabbed the back of the empty chair and swung it around. He sat down and placed his arms on the steel back.

"Four thousand seven hundred and eighty-seven. You know what that number represents? That's how many people (F/N) killed during his time in the war. In just over two years he dropped more bodies than any other man or woman in the history of Remnant. And he was ruthless too. He'd cut off entire cities and starve them out, using their dread and fear to lure the Grimm to finish the job for him. He used captured enemies as human shields, dressing them in Mantle uniforms and forcing them to run towards the enemy. Hell, he once killed an entire division of Mistral troops after they'd already surrendered. You may think I'm evil, but (F/N)? He's the real monster."

"Maybe he is." Pyrrha whispered quietly. "But only when he has to be. Because sometimes it takes a monster to kill a monster."

"Is that so?" Reinman grinned.

"Yes." She said resolutely. "But I know he's a good person. He'll come for me; you'll see."

"You seem so confident." The large man said. "So tell me something. If you're so sure that he's comin' for you, then where is he now?"

"There's only one place he could be." Pyrrha said, staring Reinman dead in the eye. "If (F/N) is still (F/N), he will be where is always is."

The sound of screaming and gunfire pulled Reinman's attention from the young woman in front of him. He quickly rose to his feet, knocking the chair over. Racing over to the filing cabinet, he grabbed the Kevlar vest that was lying on top of it, quickly donning it. The pistol that had been lying on the wooden table was soon in his hand as he fumbled trying to load it.

Pyrrha smiled, several tears of relief falling down her face, cutting through the dried blood. "He'll have my back."

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There were an estimated two dozen Purifiers waiting in the building for him. The two standing guard outside the front entrance were dead before they hit the ground, their necks sliced open. Someone pounded on the steel door three times. Another of the Purifiers inside was just about to peer through the slide when the metal was knocked clear off its hinges, crushing the man beneath its heavy weight.