𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

“I only tried to kill you because I love you. Why are you making this weird?“

❤︎ Synopsis. He was sent to assassinate the strongest archangel—swift, clean, no loose ends. Instead, he found a trembling, wide-eyed crybaby who sobbed uncontrollably when she accidentally stepped on a flower… and now he’s questioning if killing her or marrying her would be the greater sin.

♡ Book 4. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Pairing. Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy x Esper! Angel! Fem. Reader

♡ Headcanons. Mission: Assassinate. Problem: She’s a Dumbass – Part 1

♡ Word Count. 5,769

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has spent millennia in the shadows, serving as the Demon King’s most lethal operative. He was a ghost in the battlefield, a legend in the underworld. No job was too brutal, no target too innocent. He was the executioner of nations, the nightmare whispered among desperate prayers.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has infiltrated kingdoms, toppled empires, and danced on the edge of war with nothing but precision and a smirk. Assassination, sabotage, psychological warfare—he was a master of them all. A being so deeply entwined in darkness that even demons feared him.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was given his final mission—hunt down an esper archangel. Not just any archangel. You. An anomaly among Heaven’s finest. One of the strongest executioners they had, yet…

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who spent months tracking you, observing you, expecting a ruthless warrior, a divine enforcer of order and justice. What he found instead was a tiny, emotional crybaby. A woman who cried over a crushed ant on the sidewalk.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had once brought ruin to an entire celestial legion without flinching, now watching—dumbfounded—as you knelt on the ground, fat tears rolling down your cheeks, cradling the lifeless body of an insect like it was a fallen comrade.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who followed you through city streets and holy sanctuaries, waiting for the moment you would switch, reveal the cold-blooded executioner the reports had spoken of. Instead, he found you screaming at a butterfly that landed on your shoulder.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had tortured kings into submission and broken minds beyond repair, now watching as you performed emergency healing magic on a pigeon with a broken wing.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who thought this mission would be a challenge. Instead, he was left wondering if Heaven had made a mistake. Surely, they weren’t serious. This trembling, overgrown child—this emotional wreck—was an archangel?

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had anticipated battle but was now stuck in the most ridiculous surveillance of his life. You were either the greatest con artist he had ever seen… or just an idiot.

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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had studied countless profiles, memorized every report, and prepared himself for battle against a cold, unyielding executioner. Instead, he was now watching you collapse to your knees in the middle of the street, hands trembling, eyes wide with unshed tears.

What happened? Assassination attempt? Divine revelation? Some kind of cosmic disturbance?

No. You just watched a little kid drop their ice cream cone.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who stands on the rooftop, utterly baffled as you—an archangel, a celestial executioner—wipe your tears aggressively, approach the sobbing child, and buys him a whole new ice cream while still crying harder he is.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches you tear up over every single injustice in the universe, big or small. A beggar in the street? Crying. A stray dog looking hungry? Crying. Some flowers wilting in the summer heat? Crying and aggressively watering them while muttering apologies under your breath.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who starts thinking, Alright, maybe she’s just too empathetic. A weak point. That’s useful.

Then he watches you have a full-on emotional breakdown in a bookstore.

“Why?” a passing customer asks, watching you clutch a novel to your chest like it personally betrayed you.

“It’s—it’s just—the main character’s so lonely,” you hiccup, voice wobbly, “and the author said they’re not getting a sequel—so—so they’ll always be alone. FOREVER.”

The customer backs away. The employees are scared. The cashier is scared.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who decides Alright, she’s emotionally weak, this will be easy.

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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watched as you cradled the tiny, lifeless bug in your hands, your face contorted in absolute devastation, tears streaming down your cheeks like a busted faucet.

“I’m so sorry—!! I didn’t see you! You were so tiny! Oh no—!”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who stared in utter disbelief as you attempted to perform HEALING MAGIC on the poor insect. A caterpillar.

“Please, please, you were just trying to be a butterfly someday—!!”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had tortured warlords without blinking, now watching you hyperventilate over a bug with the emotional stability of a shattered teacup.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who followed you for days, expecting—hoping—this was a one-time occurrence. It was not.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, the very next day, saw you in the middle of a park, absolutely losing your mind over a bird with an injured leg.

“OH NO—who did this to you?! WHO WOULD HURT YOU—?!”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who knew, for a fact, that no one had “hurt” the bird—it probably just landed wrong. But there you were, on your knees, gently wrapping its tiny leg with a glowing, ethereal light, like a medieval doctor mourning a fallen soldier.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who listened in horrified fascination as you whispered encouragement to the damn pigeon.

“You’re going to be okay, I promise—just hold on, little guy, you’re so strong, you’re so brave—!”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, at this point, was beginning to suspect he was being pranked by Heaven.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, a few days later, found you sitting alone in a garden, staring at the sky with glassy eyes, tears pooling and dripping down your cheeks like some kind of tragic painting.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who actually, for a split second, thought something serious might have happened. Maybe some celestial catastrophe. Maybe an apocalyptic prophecy. Maybe—

“The sun looks so lonely today.”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who felt his soul leave his body.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watched you dissolve into another emotional breakdown over the sun. The actual sun.

“He’s always shining for everyone, but does anyone ever ask if he’s okay? Does anyone ever tell him he’s doing a good job?!”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was now convinced that you were either the most compassionate being in existence or a cosmic mistake.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, the next week, had the misfortune of witnessing yet another crisis. This time, it was over a fucking fish.

“WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME FISH CAN DROWN?! THEY LIVE IN THE WATER—HOW DOES THIS EVEN HAPPEN?!”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who genuinely considered breaking his cover just to slap some sense into you.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was used to angels being cold, merciless creatures, wielding divine judgment like a blade, who knew firsthand how ruthless and terrifying they were in battle—and yet. And yet. Here you were, crying into your hands because some random goldfish didn’t get enough oxygen.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was beginning to think you were not a divine warrior but some sort of overgrown, emotionally unstable child when he caught you having a full-blown existential crisis over a dead goldfish in a pond.

“The world is cruel… Life is so fleeting… This poor soul never got to experience love…”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had never in his entire life questioned the nature of Heaven—until now.

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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who decided, after much careful observation, that he simply had to mess with you.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was, at this moment, watching you tremble like a little kitten in a thunderstorm just because he greeted you.

“Oh, did I scare you? My apologies,” he said smoothly, tilting his head with the perfect balance of charm and professionalism.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, despite knowing how skittish you were, was not expecting you to jump like you’d been struck by lightning.

“Oh! U-Uhm! No! No, not at all, haha! I was just—uh—thinking! Very deeply! I-I do that! I think! A lot!”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who almost choked on his own spit.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had flawlessly assumed the guise of a wise, mature traveling angel, a divine messenger of Heaven, just to see how you would react.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was not prepared for how much of an absolute dumbass you were.

“You seem troubled, little one,” he mused, tone light, gentle. “Is something the matter?”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who was expecting you to be skeptical, wary, cautious—maybe even silently calculating. That’s how real executioners behaved.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, instead, watched you absolutely malfunction.

“M-Matter? Uh, no! Nope! No, I’m totally fine! Super fine! Everything’s great, haha!”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who knew, for a fact, that nothing in your life was ever fine because you had the emotional resilience of wet tissue paper.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, just for fun, leaned in slightly, lowering his voice.

“Are you sure? You seem… tense.”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who nearly lost his composure when your entire soul left your body.

“I—I’M NOT TENSE! THIS IS JUST—JUST HOW I STAND!”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who could feel your distress radiating off you like heatwaves in the desert.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, despite all logic, was deeply entertained.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who decided to test something.

“You must be busy,” he said with a practiced, knowing smile. “A powerful executioner such as yourself surely has many important duties.”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watched as you completely blanked out.

“Uhm—!! Yes!! I do!! Many—uh—important duties!! Very important! Super important!!”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who knew you were lying because not even five minutes ago you had been feeding ducks and crying because one of them didn’t like your breadcrumbs.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who let his smirk widen ever so slightly.

“Ah, of course. You must be so fearsome on the battlefield.”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who swore he saw you twitch at that.

“Uh, haha! Yes! Fearsome! That’s—uh—that’s me!”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who narrowed his eyes just slightly.

“And yet,” he said smoothly, “you seem so… gentle.”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had expected some flustered response, maybe more awkward stammering, but instead—

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watched as you shut down completely.

Your whole body went rigid. Your eyes, which had been darting around in panic, lowered to the ground. Your hands, which had been fidgeting, went still.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who noticed the way you instinctively withdrew, like a turtle retreating into its shell.

“I—um. I—I try,” you mumbled.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who immediately took note of the shift.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who realized that, with other people, you weren’t the same emotional wreck you were when alone.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, for the first time, saw the difference—how you weren’t loud, or animated, or dramatic. Instead, you were reserved. Shy. Almost small.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, in that moment, realized something incredibly important.

You had no idea he had been watching you all this time.

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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, despite being an unholy monster with millennia of experience, is absolutely baffled by your sheer levels of dumbassery.

“Ah, little one, have you been well?”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches as your entire body seizes up like a malfunctioning automaton.

“Uh—uhm—I—yes! No! Wait! Uhhh—”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who is fascinated as you go through all five stages of grief just trying to answer a basic question.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches, in real time, as your brain completely blue-screens.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who decides to test the limits of your dumbassery.

“You dropped your halo,” he says smoothly.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who is, in fact, staring directly at your perfectly intact halo floating above your head.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who almost chokes when you actually look down.

“OH NO—wait—huh—where—?! W-WAIT—”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches you frantically pat your head like a person who just realized they lost their glasses while they were wearing them.

“OH—OH! HAHA! YOU—YOU MEANT AS A JOKE! AHAHA! AHAHAHAHA!!”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who does not laugh because he knows damn well you actually fell for it.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had to suppress the urge to pat your head and tell you to go sit in a corner so your brain could cool down.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who decided to change tactics.

“You seem nervous around me,” he observed.

“Wh—WHAT? ME? N-NERVOUS? NO!!!” you screeched, tripping over absolutely nothing and nearly face-planting into the dirt.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who actually reached out on instinct to steady you because there was a very real chance you would break your neck from your own stupidity.

“Be careful,” he murmured, steadying you with ease.

Your eyes went comically wide. Your entire body locked up. Your wings fluffed up like a startled pigeon.

“I—I—I—!!”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watched in morbid fascination as you immediately entered critical system failure.

“U-UH—I—I NEED TO GO—I HAVE TO—TO—UM—UH—” you flailed, pointing in a random direction.

“You don’t even know where you’re pointing,” he deadpanned.

“YES I DO!!” you shouted, before turning and sprinting straight into a tree.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who just stood there, watching as you sat on the ground, holding your head, actually tearing up from the impact.

“Why does nature hate me…” you whimpered.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who had to turn away because he was genuinely about to laugh.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has come to a very serious, very terrifying conclusion.

You weren’t just an idiot.

You were his idiot now.

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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has successfully manipulated archangels before—except, apparently, you.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who finds you, yet again, in your usual spot: sitting in a sunlit patch of grass, surrounded by tiny animals, looking like an absolute dumbass.

“Oh no, little guy!! I’m so sorry—!!”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, out of morbid curiosity, watches as you cradle a worm in your hands, crying.

“I didn’t see you! I—I stepped too close—!! I’m so sorry—!!”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who realizes you’re literally apologizing to a worm.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who listens as you frantically try to comfort the worm, your tiny wings drooping.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take you home! It’s okay—look, I’ll find some dirt!!”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has to look away for a second to compose himself because there is no way you’re a real person.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who finally steps closer and casually clears his throat.

You freeze.

Your wings fluff up.

Your grip on the worm tightens in panic.

“I—UHHH—”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches in slow motion as you panic so hard you accidentally crush the worm in your hands.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who stands in stunned silence as you stare at your hands.

“—OH NOOOOOOOO—!!”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who is now watching a supposedly infamous, deadly archangel sob over a worm murder that was entirely your fault.

“I—I DIDN’T MEAN TO—!! I’M A MONSTER—!!”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who honestly can’t believe you’re the same person responsible for massacring entire demon battalions.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who kneels down beside you, resting his elbow on his knee, chin in his hand, as he watches you have an actual existential crisis.

“You’re taking this surprisingly hard for an executioner,” he comments dryly.

“I KNOW—!!” you wail.

“…You kill things for a living.”

“I KNOWWWWWWW—!!”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who observes as you dramatically clutch your chest like you’re in a soap opera, absolutely devastated.

“He had a family, probably—!! Oh, they’ll never know what happened to him—!!”

“…He was a worm.”

“He had a LIFE—!!”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who suddenly, violently wants to laugh.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who smirks instead, tilting his head slightly.

“You’re… quite different from other archangels,” he muses.

You sniffle, rubbing your eyes, entirely missing the way he’s analyzing your every reaction.

“Uhm… I guess so…?”

“You keep to yourself a lot. I never see you with the others.”

You immediately shrink into yourself.

You hesitate.

Then—quickly, too quickly—“I just like animals more!”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who definitely caught that.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who notices that, for all your loud, emotional outbursts, you immediately close off when it comes to actual emotional vulnerability.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who sees, firsthand, how you can cry for a worm, but when asked about yourself, you physically retreat.

“…That so?” he hums, watching as you nod, forcing an innocent little smile.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who suddenly has the urge to rip apart whatever or whoever made you this way.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches as you return to your animals, playing it off like nothing happened.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who realizes—for all your emotions, for all your softness—you’re still untouchable.

And for the first time in a long time,

He wants to break something.

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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who is currently sitting in a field, surrounded by rabbits, staring at you.

“So,” he says casually, leaning back on his elbows. “You’re really not gonna let me in, huh?”

You freeze.

Your hands are trembling as you feed a baby squirrel. You’re clearly nervous.

And yet, somehow, somehow, you still keep him at arm’s length.

You. A literal dumbass.

“I—um.” You fidget, eyes darting. “Wh—What do you mean—??”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has pulled every psychological trick in the book, and you still won’t let him get close.

You don’t treat him like an enemy. You don’t suspect him. You trust him.

And yet, you hold back.

“It’s just interesting,” he drawls, watching your every microexpression. “You’re gullible. An open book. But somehow, I get the feeling you’re still keeping secrets from me.”

You flinch.

He notices.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has literally not once failed at worming his way into someone’s head.

Except you.

“I-I don’t know what you mean,” you stammer, avoiding his gaze, ears turning red.

You’re lying.

You’re a terrible liar.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who is watching the most naive, clueless, pure-hearted idiot outplay him without even realizing it.

And it is infuriating.

“You trust me, don’t you?” He tilts his head. “We’re friends, aren’t we?”

You nod quickly.

“Of course!!”

“Then why do I feel like you don’t actually trust me?”

You panic.

“I—I do!!” you insist, flapping your hands like an idiot. “I promise!!”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches as you try so hard to sound convincing, but your whole body is screaming RUN.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has manipulated angels into betraying their own and demons into tearing themselves apart—who is currently being held at emotional gunpoint by the single dumbest creature he has ever met.

And he hates it.

He should have had you wrapped around his finger by now.

But no.

No.

Somehow, despite your gullibility, despite your literal childlike stupidity, you still won’t let him past the gate.

He’s been playing this game for centuries.

And you—a stammering, nervous wreck of an angel—are winning.

And the worst part?

You don’t even realize it.

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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has tried everything.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has played every card.

Friendship? That was his first strategy. He’s patient. Gentle. Maybe you’re just naturally slow to warm up.

Courting? Not that he ever needed to court before—usually, people just fall into his hands like dumb birds, but fine. Flowers. Chivalry. All that romance novel bullshit.

Casual intimacy? A guiding hand on the small of your back. A lingering gaze. Nothing. You blink at him like a confused rat.

Damsel-in-distress bait? He faked getting wounded, and you CRIED. Not because you cared about him, but because, “Oh no!! I don’t know how to help!! I—oh!!” then proceeded to panic and pray over him like a lunatic.

Making you jealous? HAH. Good luck. He might as well have been flirting with a lamp post.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has used every manipulation tactic known to man, demon, and celestial alike.

And nothing.

You’re still keeping him at arm’s length.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy tried being friendly. He’s tried being charming. He’s tried mirroring your emotions, slipping into your comfort zone, weaving himself into your world like an invisible thread.

He’s tried being patient.

He’s tried being persistent.

He’s tried being so damn likable that even an angel as dumb and naive as you should have fallen for it by now.

You—who trusts too easily. You—who gets emotionally attached to anything that breathes.

And still, you won’t let him in.

It’s maddening.

It’s infuriating.

It’s—

“—huh?”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy sees you.

And for the first time in centuries, something twists in his chest like a knife.

You’re with someone.

A human.

A priest.

Some lowly, weak, insignificant little human priest.

And you—you, the dumbass crybaby archangel who can’t even hold a normal conversation without looking like you’re about to malfunction—are blushing.

Blushing.

You’re fidgeting.

You’re stammering.

You’re looking away, your hands twitching like you don’t know what to do with them.

Like some nervous, inexperienced girl—

Like some lovesick little—

His entire body locks up.

For the first time, ♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy feels something cold crawl down his spine.

It’s not rage.

It’s not jealousy.

It’s something worse.

“…What?”

He doesn’t reveal himself.

He doesn’t move.

He watches.

And his world tilts.

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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who never thought he’d hesitate. Not once in his long, blood-soaked life.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who knows that patience is the sharpest knife. And he has been so patient with you.

So why—why now—does he hesitate?

You’re with him. That human priest.

You’re laughing softly. Smiling. You’re speaking in a voice he’s never heard before—quiet, gentle, uncertain. Your hands are fidgeting, your eyes darting down, nervous, awkward. The same way you are with him, but… different. Softer.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy has never seen you like this.

You—who cry over dead bugs, who sob over spilled milk, who trip over your own feet and wail like the sky is falling.

You—who hide your hands when they shake, who clasp them in your lap and bite your lip and tremble when you think no one is looking.

You—who have never let your guard down around him.

But you’re doing it now.

Voluntarily.

With him.

Not with him.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy doesn’t move. Doesn’t interrupt. Doesn’t step forward and tease you, doesn’t mock you for being such a damn fool, doesn’t rip that moment apart just to see you squawk and flail and cry about it later.

Because for the first time, ♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy is feeling something he doesn’t want to analyze.

And for the first time in his existence, he doesn’t pull the trigger when the shot is perfect.

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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who always thought he understood you better than anyone.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has seen you at your absolute worst—crying, sniffling, wailing over nonsense like a broken teacup, tripping over absolutely nothing, and somehow managing to be the most powerful archangel while having the IQ of a concussed pigeon.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who knows exactly how to make you flustered, exactly how to get under your skin, exactly how to make you sputter and cry and stomp your feet in frustration like some bratty little dove.

So why—why, in all the hells and heavens—do you look like that right now?

You’re sitting there, staring off into space, with that blank, dumbass look on your face, the one he normally loves because it means you’re about to say something so outrageously stupid that it takes him hours to recover from laughing.

But now—now it’s different.

You’re airheaded, but… soft. Dreamy. Like you’re lost in some private little world.

Like you’re thinking about someone.

Like you’re thinking about him.

And not him.

His jaw clenches.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who doesn’t visit you today. Doesn’t tease you, doesn’t push you, doesn’t press himself into your space just to watch you squirm.

He watches instead.

Watches the way your fingers fidget, playing with the hem of your sleeve.

Watches the way your lips twitch into a faint, dopey little smile.

Watches the way you look down, lost in thought, looking just a little too damn pretty.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who feels something dark and wrong coil in his gut.

Something tight. Something ugly. Something that makes his fingers twitch, that makes his vision blur, that makes his instincts scream at him to move, move, move.

For the first time, he doesn’t feel like teasing you.

For the first time, he doesn’t feel like playing.

Because for the first time, he wants to rip something apart.

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♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who never considered himself an emotional man.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who could lie, deceive, infiltrate, kill, and walk away without a single flicker of regret.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who always thought you were a game. A pretty little idiot, a skittish dove, something fragile to toy with, to break, to keep.

So why did he feel this when he saw you looking at someone else like that?

When he saw you sitting there, hands folded, eyes soft, looking at a mortal like he was the sun and you were some pathetic flower desperate for warmth?

Something in his mind snapped.

Because he knows you.

Knows that you’re not even close with your own kind.

Knows that you keep everyone at a distance, keep him at a distance.

And yet, this man—this human—was enough for you to let your guard down?

No.

No, that wouldn’t do.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who lets you have your moment. Lets you smile, lets you blush, lets you bask in the illusion of safety.

Because it makes the punishment so much sweeter.

You freeze.

You go utterly still.

The morning dew clings to the leaves, the usual creatures that keep you company have gone silent, and the air feels wrong.

Your usual quiet sanctuary, the place where you retreat to, where you nurse wounded animals and rest your weary little heart, has been defiled.

By him.

The body is still warm.

Still fresh.

A human man, kind eyes forever frozen in horror, his blood staining the soft grass at your feet.

His throat slit, precise and surgical.

No mess, no evidence of struggle, no lingering aura of a fight.

Because there wasn’t one.

Because he didn’t stand a chance.

And beside the corpse, placed deliberately, something just for you—

A single white feather.

Your own.

Plucked straight from your wing.

You don’t have to turn around to know who’s watching you.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who’s always watching you.

And for the first time, he doesn’t tease.

Doesn’t smirk.

Doesn’t laugh.

Just stares, dark eyes fixed on you from the shadows, waiting for your reaction.

Waiting to see if you finally understand.

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has seen a lot of things in his lifetime. Who has danced with death more times than he can count, slipped into places he shouldn’t be, and walked out without a single scratch.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who thought he knew you.

The blubbering idiot. The naïve, nervous little thing that could barely hold eye contact with him. The jittery archangel who cried at the sight of a scraped knee and spoke like a lost child.

So why…

Why was he bleeding?

The knife had nearly gone through his throat.

Nearly.

Had he been just a second slower, had his instincts been just a fraction duller, he would’ve been dead.

And it wasn’t just a lucky hit.

That was an execution. A professional one.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who immediately distances himself, eyes flickering with something sharp, something excited, something deadly. His pulse pounds in his ears, not from fear—but from the thrill.

He watches as you stand there, emotionless, cold, your usual trembling gone, your meekness stripped away like it never existed.

Then you speak.

Clear. Calculated. Ruthless.

Reciting the laws of Heaven like a well-trained executioner, syllables precise and absolute, each word carrying the weight of divine judgment.

You do not raise your voice.

You do not hesitate.

You do not flinch.

“Article 7, Section 12 of the Divine Mandates: Any entity that slaughters an innocent in sanctified ground shall be purged immediately. No trial. No exceptions.”

The blade glints in the light as you move again—silent. Merciless.

And he—he—for the first time in a long, long while—

Is caught off guard.

✦✧✦✧

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who always thought your trembling, nervous hands were a sign of weakness. Who thought your skittish glances and teary eyes were just proof that you were a fragile little thing—one that needed his protection.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who is now locked in combat with you, and there is nothing weak about you.

Not the way you move—silent, ruthless, every strike calculated, every parry a death sentence in disguise. Not the way you react—no emotion, no hesitation, just pure, unrelenting precision.

Not the way you don’t mourn the body he left for you.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who sees no grief in your expression, no sadness, not even anger.

Just a switch.

Cold. Unfeeling.

Mechanical in its execution.

This is the one they call Judge Executioner.

He tests a counterattack—quick, a feint to throw you off.

You don’t fall for it. You don’t fall for anything.

You only strike.

And it’s him or you.

For the first time, he knows—

This isn’t a hunt.

This is a trial.

And he is the one being judged.

✦✧✦✧

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who has always loved the sound of his own voice, especially when it’s pissing someone off.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who grins through the taste of iron in his mouth, laughing as he dodges the edge of your blade by a hair.

“Damn, sweetheart. Didn’t know you liked it rough.”

No response.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who tries again, cocky and teasing, side-stepping your next attack with ease.

“What? No cute little stutters today? Not even a—oof, okay, ow, that was close, fuck—babe?”

Still nothing.

No reaction. No irritation. No nothing.

Not even when he calls you babe.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who, for the first time, realizes he’s not fighting you.

He’s fighting it.

The machine. The executioner. The law given form.

Not the nervous wreck who used to flinch when he got too close. Not the bumbling idiot who tripped over their own feet when trying to run away from him.

This? This thing in front of him?

It doesn’t care.

And worse—

It doesn’t listen.

✦✧✦✧

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who dodges another one of your brutal strikes, grinning through the burn of a fresh cut on his cheek.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who huffs out a laugh, flicking the blood off his blade as he dances just out of reach.

“Damn, sweetheart. You always this rough with your best friends?”

No reaction.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who twirls his dagger between his fingers, watching for even the slightest shift in your expression.

“Cold. Really cold.” He clicks his tongue, tilting his head with a smirk. “Kinda hot, though. You wanna roleplay or somethin’? You know, ‘cause if you wanted to—”

You don’t even hesitate, your next attack slicing through the air like a guillotine.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who laughs, who wheezes as he barely avoids having his head lobbed off.

“Oh, c’mon, you’re breaking my heart here.”

He ducks. You aim higher. He feints. You don’t fall for it.

“Not even a little blush? No shaky hands? Nothing?”

Still. Nothing.

Not even a flicker of recognition in your eyes.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who feels something ugly coil in his stomach at that.

Oh.

Oh, he really doesn’t like this.

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who exhales sharply, a flicker of amusement curling his lips even as his own wounds ooze fresh blood.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who tilts his head, eyes gleaming with amusement as you spit blood—dark, viscous, tainted—onto the ground between you.

“Finally kicked in, huh? Thought you’d last a little longer.”

Odorless poison from the corpse of that deceased bitch.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches you stagger but stay upright, eyes narrowed, face pale, but still—still—you don’t retreat.

“Damn,” he chuckles, rolling his shoulders despite the pain. “Guess I really outdid myself with that one, huh?”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who tilts his head, gaze flicking to the darkened blood you just spat onto the ground, mixing with the carnage beneath your feet.

“Not gonna lie, sweetheart,” he hums, voice almost gentle as he wipes his own bloody lips, “you usually bounce back from worse. But me? I tailor-made that poison just for you. Your kind. Angelic regeneration ain’t worth shit if the poison was built to devour it.”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who expects hesitation, maybe a flash of fear in those cold, calculating eyes of yours.

But you don’t hesitate. You don’t even flinch.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who watches, fascinated, as you raise your blade again, steady despite the way your body sways.

“…Oh?”

For the first time, he takes a step back.

Not out of fear.

But because he’s starting to realize—

Even poisoned. Even wounded. Even with death crawling up your throat—

You aren’t backing down.

You won’t back down.

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who whistles low, both impressed and so, so entertained.

“Man, you really don’t know when to quit, do you?”

♡ Yandere! Retired! Demon! Spy who grins through the blood in his teeth as you raise your weapon again, not even hesitating.

Oh.

Oh, you’re still going to try to kill him.

Even now.

Even dying.

And fuck—he thinks he might just love you for that.

♡ A/N #1 (Feb 10). Me thinking Sakamoto Days is an apocalypse action series based on the manga covers. It’s not. It’s so freaking legit. Basically ‘The Way Of The Househusband’ remastered. “Can I copy your homework?” “Ok, but don’t make it obvious.” I love both series. Also can’t take his younger self seriously, he looks like that one guy from Tokyo Revengers. But seriously, I watched the anime, so legit wahahhahahahaha. So I knew I had to make a story inspired by it. Yes, I’m recommending it. Watched it in Netflix. A mix of The Way Of The Househusband, Terminator, and One Punch Man. I love it. Also favorite manga is One Punch Man. The humility of MC and satirical plot of OPM are my favorite parts of it. Also… I was supposed to make this into a kinder yandere until I accidentally turned him into basically Tartaglia.

♡ A/N #2 (Mar 24). Yes, I’m resurrecting my old cursed drafts. I still cringe but it’s better than letting it sit in the backburner. No. I will not edit this anymore. Unfortunately, I get terribly bored pretty easily.

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