19 Ball 2

We made our way to the dance floor. There are couples who are dancing to their own tunes. A bit chaotic, but fun. The main event hasn't started yet, I guess.

Reaching the edge of the floor, Grayfia unlocks her arm from mine. She stands in front of me and raises her right hand, asking me to take it.

And by the dark lord, I will.

I hold her hand with my left. We step into the ring, side by side.

…

Thanks to the room being vast, we chose a spot where there isn't 'traffic'.

We face each other. I position my right arm to the back of her waist. She places her left hand on my right shoulder.

Now that I am directly standing in front of her, my eyes and her chin are aligned, due to her wearing heels. Meaning, I can easily motorboat her. It's a shame that I'm wearing a mask.

"Slow dance?" She asks, mockery visible in her eyes.

'She knows I suck at dancing. Obviously I'm gonna start with an easy one!'

"You should be grateful. You get to dance with the great I. Take pride, woman." I 'arrogantly' assert as we start swaying.

In a playful tone, she inquires "What did you accomplish to consider yourself great, if I may ask?"

We are now dancing in a smooth movement.

"It's what I will accomplish, dear wife." The mask hides my facial expression, but my eyes show what it is.

She uses her left nails, that's on my shoulder, to dig into my skin.

"Would you care to share?" She smiles sadistically, enjoying the feeling of almost piercing my flesh.

I flex my right arm's muscle to resist her penetration "Ngh. Lots of stuff. But, the most would be to reach the apex of power."

She commends "Quite ambitious. An attractive trait to have."

And liking what she heard, she stops the drilling operation on my shoulder.

Then cautions "Path to the apex is a long and arduous one, filled with all sorts of 'true monsters'. Do you intend to challenge them?"

Relaxing my muscle, I recall three of the strongest in the Devil world "There's Redhead, Scientist and that Worthless guy. Two are Super Devils and one is an undefeated rating games champion who has a scary ability with an ironic name. Now that I think about it, it might take thousands of years to even come close to them."

"You forgot about the other two Great Satans." She deadpanned.

Remembering the magical girl and the general, who are also mighty "There's them. Haha."

I continue, glaring at her "There's also you."

She chuckles "Placing me in the same category as them, you flatter me."

"You're as powerful as them. A 'true monster'."

Her eyes turn sharp "Are you planning on defeating me?"

Still dancing slowly, I whisper "Defeating you? I'm planning on thrashing you."

Hearing my declaration, she smiles "Hmph. Too ambitious, you unfilial disciple."

And adds "Nevertheless, I did not take you for someone who would pick fights just to prove their strength."

I answer, puffing out my chest "And you're damn right, I don't."

She sighs "Of course not. You would not do anything for free."

"Haha. You know me well, wifey."

She aloofly stares "Too well, I am afraid."

…

After that, we danced until the host graced us with his presence. He brought along his middle-class guards.

The host, current head of Nebiros, is a fat bastard type of guy. Peak middle-class, a testimony to how lazy he is, despite his superior heritage.

'He's totally into shady shit, alright.' I thought, as I see the lower half of his face isn't fully covered by the plain orange mask, because of all the fat in his cheeks and chin.

All the guests stopped and faced the host who came from the opposite side of the entrance, which everyone came from.

Using his wings, he barely elevated himself so that everyone would see him. His bulging gut trembled as he greeted with sweat forming on his forehead from flying

"Ladies and gentlemen, *Wheeze* I thank you all for attending. I also welcome our new guests for coming to this monthly ball. *Wheeze* This event is to celebrate and honour the Four Great Satans. Hail *Wheeze* the Four Great Satans!"

"""Hail the Four Great Satans!""" Everyone, including Grayfia, cheered.

"Hail the Four Great Satans." I was one second late. Thankfully, I was not noticed. Not like they will start a witch hunt.

Having said his greeting, he lowered himself to ground level. He went on to socialize with the foodies.

The guests returned to doing whatever it is they were doing.

We resumed our dance.

"We definitely have to have a talk with the host when we're finished." I remark.

She orders "Others will handle that. You need to focus on the matter at hand."

" 'Others'? I thought it would be us two?" I ask, surprised by the fact that there will be more than just Wato joining this mission.

She candidly informs "Initially, yes. But, thinking through over the past 4 days, taking risks is not recommended. Therefore, I called other operatives to assist in taking down the members of Nebiros and to destroy the lab, once found."

'Revealing this all of a sudden, does she not trust me?

...I wouldn't trust me.

It hurts, though! Senex will remember that.'

Hiding my hurt fee-fees, I sneer "Hopefully, they'll catch him on time. If he doesn't get a heart-attack first, when he finds out his project is wrecked."

'Still, other operatives are on this mission? Tsk. They better not get in the way.

And if I remember right, there are data files containing Super Devil project inside one of the white cat's hair clips. The moment I find her, I'll teleport both hair clips to my room. Those pests will die if they touch the kittens.'

"Have you planned your way into their underground area?" Her question brings me out of my contemplation.

I hesitate in answering her question. All I did while dancing was looking at her mounds "....Have you?"

"Why did I even bother asking." She closes her eyes, appearing crestfallen.

"No need to be melodramatic, Mistress. They do say 'Where there's a will, there's a way'. I got this." I wink.

She scoffs "All you 'got' is overconfidence."