Chapter 119.


    <strong>Chapter 119. Meeting with Ms. Angel of Death. (3/3)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What’s with that mask? It’s seriously creepy.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I am the devil after all. It’s only natural I look creepy.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why are you even wearing a mask?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why? Why not? Do you not wear a mask every day in front of your fans and the people you work with? There is nothing wrong with wearing such a mask. Masks are used to hide the ugliest parts of one’s heart after all.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“...” She didn’t say anything back confirming I’d hit the nail on the head with my remark.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So, the ugly side of you wishes for revenge against that man, right? The one who cheated on you, forcefully had his way with you, secretly recorded you, and threatened you. The man you once thought of as your soul mate, only to betray you in every possible way.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You wish your death would drag him into his grave, don’t you? You want him to never be able to see the light of day. For his career to be destroyed, for all his fans to despise him. Resent him. Turn on him. You wish to destroy everything he has built up from day one. To make him feel endless regret for the things he did to you. Right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you strike this deal with the devil, all of this wille true. Your own purity in the eyes of your fans will be protected. So will your career. I will protect all of it for you while he will fall into ruin and be forever remembered as a disgrace. Once again, the price is to never return. You will then forget we ever met. Forget everything and move forward with your life. You will no longer be haunted every single day. You will be free of your curse.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She gulped nervously. She felt the temptation of my words. The sweet whispers of the devil.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You… can really do all that… without me dying?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. It is but a simple task for a devil such as I.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But… how? How would you do it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That is for me to know, and you to find out. Would you want the mystery to be spoiled so easily? How will he do it? What will he do? Just wait and see, youngdy. For now, all you need to do is ept the terms.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She took a deep breath and calmed herself down before she said, “I, Ange Dmort, swear on my life to never return to this city in the future if you can truly aplish what you say.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? Wonderful. As you so desire, may all your wishes be granted.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I grabbed her hand with my right hand, held it up a bit, then courteously bowed toward her before I released it and made a quick departure.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She was left behind stunned in ce by my abrupt actions with her hand frozen in the air unable to lower it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was the perfect opportunity to escape, so I naturally took full advantage of it. I hid behind the door and waited a moment. A minuteter the door burst open as she headed down the stairs to likely find a trace of me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">To confirm whether her encounter had been real or not. But she didn’t see me in her mad dash down the stairs to try and find me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She was in a state of tunnel vision. With her gone, I returned outside where we were just located and looked down over the edge. After a few minutes, she burst out the front door of the building. She looked around frantically to the left and right, but she did not see me anywhere in sight. She ran to the center of the street and turned around in all directions, but she couldn’t find me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I’d disappeared into thin air; like none of it had ever happened. I decided to ditch the mask I had. I tied it to the railing and departed. I had my bag hidden off to the side, so I entered the men’s public washroom inside the building and quickly changed my clothes out.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I remained in the washroom for an entire hour before I exited the building. She’d returned to the room she was staying in by then.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Another night was over with.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I was seriously sick of this. I kept saying things would be peaceful and settle down after every single major event, yet more and more things kept popping up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Was I really cursed? Did I just have some god-awful goat mouth?


    <span style="font-weight:400">I wanted to kick someone.


    <span style="font-weight:400">My entire winter break had turned into a disaster. I thought it would at least let me rest after all the things I went through the first half, but I suddenly got stuck with such a shitty job.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Damn it! I even forgot to make her pay me for the hour I missed out on work! I was supposed to include that in the price! How did I forget that?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Screw it, I’ll find a way to bill her for thister somehow. If I ever see her again, that is. That was unlikely though considering the condition I set for her. Still, this time, I made sure tomit her name to memory since she was someone who owed me an hour of pay at work I lost out on because of her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Ange Dmort.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I won’t forget it this time because she’s now someone who owes me $12.59. I’d calcted it down to the exact minute. Yes, I was that petty. Devils might be cheap, but they definitely aren’t free.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But imagining a devil really telling someone with a straight face something along the lines of, ‘That will be $9.99 for all your wishes to be granted. It’s practically a steal.’ I wanted tough, but I held it in.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It wasn’t funny, I was out here busting my ass just barely surviving on minimum wage and you’ve got princesses like her making a killing as a celebrity, a famous singer.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Screw you!


    <span style="font-weight:400">Why the hell did I even bother with this chick again?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Oh, right, to protect my peace and quiet.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Yeah, that was it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Haaaah. It’s all for that.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I’ve just got to suck it up and get this shit over with fast so I can kick back and rx.


    <span style="font-weight:400">One day. One day I will be able to rx


    <span style="font-weight:400">Surely.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When that dayes, I will be the oneughing.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I returned to Irene’s ce, I discovered her waiting for me in the living room.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Just howte did you n to stay out?” She asked me as soon as she saw me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You stayed up all this time waiting for me to get back?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Of course.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You were worried about me?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Isn’t that natural?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see. Sorry. I had something important to do.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“At least call or send a text to say you’re okay.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“My phone died. I’ll be more careful about it in the future.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You better. I lost out on a lot of sleep because of you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll make it up to you in the future?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The future? Make it up to me now?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Let’s sleep together. I’ll be able to fall asleep faster that way.” She said that without any shame.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Did you actually just stay up so you could guilt trip me into this?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Not at all. I was genuinely worried~”


    <span style="font-weight:400">My lips twitched when I smelled some fine bullshit.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She stood up and dragged me by the hand up to my room. She locked the door behind her, stripped off my shirt, then pushed me down onto the bed and climbed on top of me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She rested her head against my chest and before I knew it fell asleep.


    <span style="font-weight:400">With how fast she dozed off, I was honestly shocked. I guess she really was that tired. I pulled the bedsheet over to cover the two of us up while I wrapped my arms around her body. I couldn’t help but do so when I saw her in such a docile state.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She hadn’t even set an rm to wake up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As that was the case I set one on my phone for thirty minutes before she usually woke up. I plugged in one earbud and closed my eyes. I’d be sure to wake her up in the morning myself and see her off.