[RHM is unaware of it, but he's surprisingly good at flirting!... Sort of. When he's actually serious, he's bad.]

TAKES PLACE AFTER TOPPAT KING

Requested by @Demon_Halo , tysm :>

(Right Hand Man greets a new grunt recruit, and notices she is upset. He asks her what is wrong. 1st POV for RHM, probably angsty, note that this might be slightly inaccurate to the OC's backstory. Hope you enjoy!)

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   One day down, three more to go. Sigh, Henry really likes sendin' us high ranks with the grunts to train them on missions, don't 'e...

   Ever since Henry became Toppat King and his supposed lady-friend (which I personally think is 'is girlfriend) became the Right Hand Lady and caused me to retire to a lesser position, the two have become very serious with posthaste. Seriously, they recruited anyone with talent that they could find, even people rejected by society as long as they made an oath not to cause any 'arm.

   They recruited all sorts of strange lots, such as a group of people with pocket monsters that dressed in garb vaguely similar to space suits, a monochrome bear named "Manomedio" who has a creepy high-pitched voice and ruthless strength, and his subordinate... which I think her name was... Celes... berg? Celeste something something. All I know is that she liked gothic fashion.

   But, I don't really care about 'em or Henry's impressive persuasiveness and 'is obvious crush towards Ellie. Right now, I'm a li'l worried 'bout Fiona.

   I don't know 'er real name, as Fiona is all she told me. But the poor lassie seemed to 'ave something on 'er mind.

   As 'er mentor, I must try to console as best of my retired ability. And as 'er close friend who deeply cares about 'er.

  "Oi, Fiona," I walked up to 'er, 'er cruel eyes dartin' straight up back to me. "You alright? You don't look all that buoyant."

  "Of course I don't," She shot back at me brutally. "I'm just thinking about some things. Now leave me alone." Ah, got to hand to 'er, lady knows how to devilishly break a man's 'eart.

  "I'm worried, if it ain't a problem... Can I know what it is your thinkin' of, my dear?" I asked calmly, sitting next to 'er on a bench.

  "F... Fine. But only because you asked..." Wonder why she could be 'esitant. "... I... was born in hell. But I hated it, everyone's a piece of shit there, and I didn't even do anything wrong to be born there. So I became a 'traitor', and left to become an angel... But now here I am on Earth, as a half-mortal, half-demon."

  "I bet you don't believe me, huh? I don't blame you..."

  "Why wouldn't I? What's the 'arm in believin' in a far-fetched story such as your's?"

  "Wait... Y-you do?"

   Of course I do! You're my friend, a close one at that; Oh I should've said that in quotations. Me bad.

  "Why not? All I 'ear is truth in your voice," I went in and did a risky side-hug. Hopefully I didn't upset or frazzle 'er too bad because she flinched when I 'ugged 'er... "Now try not to think 'bout it too much, okay my dear? The past is the past..."

  "...Th-thanks."

  "Now then, I owe ya a drink, Fiona. C'mon, let's go to the bar, my dear."

  "I can't thank you enough with how generous you're being, seriously..."

   And before any of yous jump to any conclusions... I think Half-Demon Fiona as a dear friend. As a retired senior, I can only see her as one.

   Yes... A friend.

   A friend.

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607 words, hope you enjoyed!