Chapter 120: Chapter 119.

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

“What’s with that mask? It’s seriously creepy.”

“I am the devil after all. It’s only natural I look creepy.”

“Why are you even wearing a mask?”

“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.”

“...” She didn’t say anything back confirming I’d hit the nail on the head with my remark.

“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.”

“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?”

“If you strike this deal with the devil, all of this will come 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.”

She gulped nervously. She felt the temptation of my words. The sweet whispers of the devil.

“You… can really do all that… without me dying?”

“Yes. It is but a simple task for a devil such as I.”

“But… how? How would you do it?”

“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, young lady. For now, all you need to do is accept the terms.”

She took a deep breath and calmed herself down before she said, “I, Ange Delamort, swear on my life to never return to this city in the future if you can truly accomplish what you say.”

“Oh? Wonderful. As you so desire, may all your wishes be granted.”

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.

She was left behind stunned in place by my abrupt actions with her hand frozen in the air unable to lower it.

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 minute later the door burst open as she headed down the stairs to likely find a trace of me.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Another night was over with.

I was seriously sick of this. I kept saying things would become peaceful and settle down after every single major event, yet more and more things kept popping up.

Was I really cursed? Did I just have some god-awful goat mouth?

I wanted to kick someone.

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.

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?

Screw it, I’ll find a way to bill her for this later 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 to commit her name to memory since she was someone who owed me an hour of pay at work I lost out on because of her.

Ange Delamort.

I won’t forget it this time because she’s now someone who owes me $12.59. I’d calculated it down to the exact minute. Yes, I was that petty. Devils might be cheap, but they definitely aren’t free.

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 to laugh, but I held it in. 

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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. 

Screw you! 

Why the hell did I even bother with this chick again? 

Oh, right, to protect my peace and quiet.

Yeah, that was it.

Haaaah. It’s all for that.

I’ve just got to suck it up and get this shit over with fast so I can kick back and relax.

One day. One day I will be able to relax

Surely.

When that day comes, I will be the one laughing.

When I returned to Irene’s place, I discovered her waiting for me in the living room.

“Just how late did you plan to stay out?” She asked me as soon as she saw me.

“You stayed up all this time waiting for me to get back?”

“Of course.”

“You were worried about me?”

“Isn’t that natural?”

“I see. Sorry. I had something important to do.”

“At least call or send a text to say you’re okay.”

“My phone died. I’ll be more careful about it in the future.”

“You better. I lost out on a lot of sleep because of you.”

“I’ll make it up to you in the future?”

“The future? Make it up to me now?”

“How?”

“Let’s sleep together. I’ll be able to fall asleep faster that way.” She said that without any shame.

“Did you actually just stay up so you could guilt trip me into this?”

“Not at all. I was genuinely worried~”

My lips twitched when I smelled some fine bullshit.

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.

She rested her head against my chest and before I knew it fell asleep.

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.

She hadn’t even set an alarm to wake up.

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.

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