Y/n aka 'Deamonius', one of YGGDRASILs strongest players and leader of Ainz Ooal Gown, the strongest guild. Having spent most of his life playing YGGDRASIL, he decided to stay online till the end of the game. As the clock struck zero he was prepared...
The air was dense in the meeting room. Around a big wooden table sat a group of 20 men, some younger than others, some Faunus, but all of them shared two similarities. They all were criminals, probably the currently top 20 most known and feared criminals you can come across in Vale, murderes, thieves, scams, hacker, the list went on. The second thing they all shared, and the reason why they are in that room at this moment was a common fear from someone, or better something. The demon that arrived out of nowhere less then two weeks ago and still managed to shake Vale's criminal underworld to it's very core.
Roman: "Why are we even waiting for that boy to arrive?" Roman asked, he was one of the few that has yet to have a personal accounter with the demon.
Junior: "I would keep your complaints for after the meeting, Roman." The night club owner and info broker warned.
Roman: "Junior. Junior, how low have you sunk? Are you seriously afraid of a single kid?" The flamboyish, self aclaimed, criminal mastermind, teased. He looked around trying to find anyone agreeing to his oppinion but one glance around the room showed that he might be the one in the wrong. All of the other hardened criminals were either focused on the table or looked around in panic. "What ever." With that Roman took out a cigar and lit it. The moment he took the first puff the end of the cigar was encased in ice and a voice was heard.
Y/n: "No smoking." It was a simple order, but quite effective. Everyone except the orange haired man stood up from their seat and bowed their heads towards the previously empty chair, which now had the demon itself sitting in it. He did not bother with everyone else, just with the one in the room that did not bow. "Roman Torchwick, nice to meet you." His tone did betray the message. "Sit." The 19 others quickly sat down.
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?: "What did you summon us here for Boss?" A man asked. If Roman remembered correctly it was the head of the biggest drug trafficing organisation, but for the life of him Roman could not remember the name of that man. Something that quickly became unneeded as the demon did not like someone speaking up without being asked to. Blood splattered through the room and onto Roman's suit.
Y/n: "You will talk when talked to." The room fell deathly silent, only the drips of blood hitting the floor could be heard. "Two days from now I will officially join the ranks of the Huntsmen-in-training. It would be my job to stop you." Some of the men began to shuffle nervously. "However, I feel like you are still of use for me, so instead of dealing with you right here and now I will allow you to keep doing what you were doing, of course still as my servants. Know that just because I will not be able to fully keep my eyes on you does not mean you are free to do as you please. Are there any questions?" Roman shakily raised his hand. "Yes, Roman?"
Roman: "What exactly am I doing here?"
Y/n: "Really Roman? Do you think I am stupid enough not to know what you already achieved? From out of all of the people here you are by far the most well known criminal. Which in itself is not something to be all too proud about, IF you ignore the fact that you miraculously always manage to escape your punishment." Y/n got up and walked towards Roman, who shook in fear. A few steps away from the criminal Y/n stopped and suddenly grabbed something invisible. The air where he grabbed shattered like glass, revealing a girl with heterochromatic eyes and pink and brown hair. The girl and Roman looked even more scared at the situation. "Mind introducing me to your henchmen?" Roman got up and aimed his cane at Y/ns head, his hands shaking wildly.
