MarceloSaraivaDoming
Akeno Himejima POV
As I got out of the Occult Research Club after our Rias Gremory Peerage meeting, my smile felt even more forced because I knew what waited for me.
The jokes, the fun, the friends I had stayed at the club or went to their respective families.
Me? My mother died when I was a kid. My father, well, he was alive, but he didn't stop her killers. I mean, I know the official reason was that he was sent on an important mission, and no one saw the attack on our shrine that day coming.
But I was still in no mood to talk to him. Because if he had been there, he could have saved my mother, the woman he was supposed to love. Even if he had the excuse of a mission and so on. He needed the job, and not going would probably make our allies stop helping us altogether. Still, even if he had reasons, my heart didn't agree. Maybe leave some friends at his level to protect us? Maybe have us under higher protection?
Like my father's example. If he had been there for my mother or left someone to protect us that day, my mother would still be alive, and I wouldn't have almost died.
That's why I wouldn't make his mistake again. I wouldn't trust our strength to be all there was. While Rias, Kiba, Koneko, and I were good fighters for our age, real life isn't like an RPG, where enemies only arrive or fight you when you can beat them, their levels kept close to ours.
No, in real life, a level 100, for example, can crush a level 70, and it wouldn't even be hard. It would be easy.
So, to keep us safe, I took his offer.
A Fallen Archangel of the Fallen Angels.
The Archangel Of Death