Sakura Matou did not go to sleep that night. She sat on the bed, and watched the great darkness spilling in the city sputter out until there was nothing at all left. Then, when all the clouds in the sky were all of a sudden driven away into the distance, she could not help but be awed by the awesome power that could cause such a spectacle.
"The battle has ended." Medusa said calmly, "They will be returning shortly."
That... Sakura didn't know what to think of that.
Her sister, she had come to dislike her for abandoning her.
Rin never even asked her how she was doing, even though they studied at the same school and ran into each other so much. She was never there to protect her like siblings were supposed to, but was loved by everyone in the school.
The model student, she was, with so many friends and so many admirers.
Rin was even leading a fun life while she-
Sakura felt a hand on her shoulder, and looked up to see Medusa.
"Master, perhaps you are right to hate your sister... but the face she made when she learned the truth was not the face of someone who does not care."
What use was caring if she had to suffer anyway?
She lay back down and turned on her side. A moment later, she heard a soft sigh, then the gentle thud of steps that told her Medusa returned to her vigil in the shadows.
Sleep never came to her.
Turning and twisting under the covers, Sakura couldn't push all the thoughts in her head away.
She resented her sister for abandoning her.
She resented herself for feeling relieved over Shinji's death, and the death of her adoptive grandfather.
She resented her father for simply tossing her out.
She resented herself for being such an ungrateful person.
She resented senpai for doing nothing even when she was suffering so much.
Clack.
The door cracked open faintly, as if the person on the other end was trying to not wake her up. It was enough for Sakura's wandering mind to come to a halt and sat up again. The pitch black outside was slowly receding as the first rays of the morning sun cracked over the horizon. The light was barely enough for her to make out the person entering her room.
Zouken's 'training' of her body ensured that the mere sight of him was enough to make her unwittingly press her legs together as a shameful heat swelled within her breasts and her...
A tall priest in dark robes.
The purple silk over his shoulders with each step he took.
His burning red eyes made her squirm when they began looking her up and down.
Clack.
"How is your body?"
She flushed, looking up at the handsome man towering over her, "U-Um..."
"Are you in any pain?" He asked gently, "I must apologise, one who sits upon a throne as mine is not well suited for healing. I have always been a deity that demands blood and sacrifice long before I came to be the Prince of Hell."
What?
"Those were different times."
Her hand began to itch. She glanced over to see that it came from her now shimmering command seals.
He... did look familiar.
This is the Devil.
Her eyes widened.
"A-Are you here to kill me too?"
He had wiped out the entirety of the Matou family. Medusa assured otherwise, but how could she know what was going in the mind of someone like-
The Devil grinned and leaned down until she could feel his breath on her nose.
"I am the Lord of Evil Spirits, Beelzebub, and you, Sakura Matou-" He lifted her chin with pale fingers, "-are the prize I have claimed from a sinner who dared tread upon my domain."
P-Prize?
The dirty image of Satan having his way with her crossed her mind.
He'd strip her naked, tie a collar around her neck, and do all sorts of naughty-
In a daze, Sakura leaned into his touch. She came to when he suddenly stepped back, wandering over to the window with a hand behind his back.
What was she just doing? Did she just-... no, no, she had senpai-
He glanced over his shoulder.
"For you are mine, you must have the finest of dresses, the most precious of jewels to adorn, and the greatest of delicacies to dine upon."
His words were cold and objectifying, insulting to any girl that would hear them... but... Sakura, who had done nothing but suffer at the hands of her 'owner' all her life... found herself bashful upon hearing them.
Her vision grew blurry.
"Your life, as you knew it, is finished forevermore. You will never go back to that house, never suffer at the hands of another, such is your eternal fate now that I have claimed you."
She wanted nothing more than for it to end.
That someone was willing to give that to her and ask for nothing in return was enough to make her question if everything was a dream.
Tears dropped into her lap.
"Does that displease you to tears?"
His words were the kindest.
-
What was he doing wrong?
Beelzebub stared at the girl sobbing in bed with his hands resting on his staff. He was only trying to make sure she knew how rotten he intended to spoil her now that he'd taken her in but... she just started crying. They weren't slight, coherent tears either, but straight up sobbing teetering on the edge of wailing.
Thank God Rin's asleep.
Wait, why was he thanking his eternal enemy?
Rin retreated to her bedroom, exhausted with the night's events, and even said she had school in the morning.
He shook his head, and looked questioningly at Medusa beside him.
The Gorgon bowed her head again, "Thank you, Lord Beelzebub."
...
That explained nothing at all.
He could try explaining himself, or apologising, but that would mean pretending to be something he was not. The Devil could not be apologising to girls for making them cry. Really, this was a troublesome situation.
There was only one option left.
That was, Beelzebub reached out a hand and... began slowly patting her head. A miraculous panacea for all heroines with tragic backstories. For a moment, Sakura stopped and looked up at him through teary eyes.
Then...
She cried even harder.
Beelzebub almost facepalmed but managed to hold himself.
He slowly retracted his hand and turned to leave.
"I shall see to the accommodations. You may bathe yourself in that time."
The door closed tightly behind him, and with nothing to do, Beelzebub began to wander the Tohsaka Residence in silence with only the clack of his staff to accompany him.
So far, he was enjoying his time in this world immensely, and even smoothly sailing along the path to a complete manifestation using the Holy Grail. He'd even made a back-up plan after meeting Gilgamesh, devised using the memories the King of Heroes kicked up with his presence.
That was to say, if the wish route failed, he could submerge himself in the tainted mud of the Holy Grail and possibly incarnate into a human body like Gilgamesh. That would weaken him surely, but extend his time on the earth by an incredible degree...
Of course, there was always the chance the same mud consumed him entirely, leaving nothing behind him... but...
He grinned wretchedly.
That meant some upstart brat that wasn't even a god would have to overpower he who was Beelzebub-Who-Art-Satan.
-
"H-Help me get ready for him."
Sakura spoke once the Devil had left.
He told her to bathe... that could only mean one thing... and, for all he did, for all he meant to do, it didn't matter to Sakura what that person was. He had done everything she wished someone would do every single day of her life, no matter how selfish that was of her.
She only regretted that it wasn't senpai who did it for her.
-
It was maybe an hour later that Medusa came to him with an uncertain look upon her face. She bowed politely, and said words so outlandish it sent alarms blaring through his head.
"My master is ready."
Then, she began leading him to Sakura's room.
Ready for what?
Medea was yet to deliver on her promise. There was no gold or gems to give yet, and no nice dresses of Rin's would possibly fit Sakura. He couldn't really cook that well either, so there were no lavish dishes to offer either.
His agenda was about to have a hole blown through-
Medusa stopped by the door.
"I will be here."
So, there could be some damage control still.
Beelzebub licked his dry lips, considering his words. Medusa trembled faintly beside him as he reached for the door to... find a Sakura clad in... absolutely nothing at all.
His eyes fell on her shapely hips, where she covered her crotch with a hand, and then her slight, smooth belly before wandering up to her sizable breasts pressed up by the forearm she was using to hide what little of her modesty she could. Her wet hair desperately clung to her pale flesh.
A furious blush spread across her cheeks.
He had not ever even considered that the depths of his larp would ever be tested in such a way.
And, didn't she love Shirou?!
Satan screamed inwardly.
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