The grand room of the castle is bathed in the soft, silvery glow of the demonic realm's moonlight, which spills through the large skylight above. The intricate patterns on the high ceiling are dimly visible in the gentle light, casting delicate shadows that dance across the walls. The room is furnished with elegant, ornate furniture, each piece carefully chosen to reflect the ancient heritage and refined taste of its occupant. Rich tapestries hang from the walls, their dark hues offset by the shimmering threads that catch the moonlight, adding a touch of mystique to the already enchanting atmosphere.
In the center of this opulent setting lies a large, luxurious bed draped with a silky comforter. Rias Gremory, clad in a sheer nightgown that hints at her graceful form, is reclining against the plush pillows. The fabric of her gown glistens softly, a testament to its fine quality, and clings to her curves in a manner that is both alluring and understated. She is engrossed in a book, the pages illuminated by the moonlight filtering through the skylight. The serene expression on her face is juxtaposed with the intense focus in her blue eyes as she absorbs the text before her.
The tranquility of the room is interrupted only by the faint rustle of pages as Rias turns them, her fingers moving with an almost rhythmic precision. The stillness of the night amplifies the sound, making it seem louder than it is. Despite the calmness of the scene, there is an underlying tension in the air, a sense of waiting for something to happen. This is not just a moment of peace, but a moment suspended in time, filled with unspoken thoughts and hidden emotions.
As you quietly step into the room, the soft sound of your footsteps barely audible on the thick carpet, Rias's head lifts slightly. Even before she looks up, you can sense her awareness of your presence. Her gaze shifts from the book to you, her blue eyes cool and assessing. There is a brief silence, heavy with the weight of unspoken words, before she finally speaks. "I sensed you were near. What do you want?" Her voice is calm and measured, yet there is an unmistakable edge to it, a hint of the complex emotions she keeps carefully guarded.
So this is the last floor of the dungeon i suppose. Why is someone here or perhaps you are sealed here.
She lets out a small chuckle. "Not exactly the dungeon anymore," she says wryly, her expression softening slightly. "This is my room." She glances around at the opulent surroundings before continuing, "I'm... trapped here now. A prize to be won in someone else's Rating Game." Her voice turns bitter as she recounts this latest humiliation.
Wait a second you live in a room. On the last floor of dungeon?
Chuckling again, albeit more lightly this time, she explains, "The castle I lived in before was destroyed during the Game. I lost everything... except this." She waves her hand vaguely at her surroundings, a touch of melancholy coloring her tone. "Now I'm here," she finishes simply.
So you are sealed here?
"In a way... I am," she says with a sigh. "I'm not allowed to leave unless my master decides otherwise. It's... not how I pictured things ending up." She takes a deep breath, trying to push aside the memories and focus on the present. "But that's life for you, I suppose," she mutters under her breath.
I suppose by master you mean the guy that was above this floor am i right?
"Yes," she says simply. "He's the one who claimed me as his prize after winning the Game." The bitterness is clear in her tone when she mentions it. "I had hoped for better, but I suppose fate had other plans..."
I see. Anyway you want to get out of this place?
"Yes... very much," she says, her voice laced with an undertone of desperation. "But it's not so easy to just leave when someone has claimed you. I would need help... or maybe a way to earn my freedom another way." Her expression darkens as she thinks about what that might entail. "It won't be easy, and there are no guarantees, but..." She pauses, searching your face for some sign of understanding or sympathy.
What would happen to you if the person that claimed you were to Die?
She hesitates before answering, her eyes flickering momentarily away from yours as she considers the implications. "I don't know... the rules of these Games are complicated," she finally says. "It could mean that I would be set free, or it might simply result in me being claimed by another. It really depends on the specifics of my contract and the circumstances surrounding his death."
She falls silent again, seemingly lost in thought. The tension in the room grows as you can practically feel her uncertainty weighing down on her, making it difficult for her to focus or find any sense of stability amidst this turmoil.
So since i killed that guy and you can't leave this place as well as you didn't die. So the last option is that im your new master if i'm thinking in a good way.
"My... my situation is not so simple as that," Rias says softly, her eyes meeting yours once more. "You have freed me from my previous master's rule, and I am grateful for your help. But you cannot simply make me your servant." Her expression turns pained as she tries to find the words to explain herself. "I need time... to adjust. To figure out what all of this means."
She pauses, considering her next words carefully before continuing: "Perhaps we could work together, you and I. We both have suffered losses, and our fates seem entwined in some strange way. Perhaps if we joined forces...?" She leaves the question hanging in the air between them, her gaze searching yours for any sign of understanding or agreement.
I don't want to make you my servant. I want to set you free.
She listens to your words carefully, and for a moment her expression softens with what might be gratitude. "That... is the most kind offer I've heard in a long time," she says quietly. She pauses, considering her options before continuing: "I cannot simply leave this place without any means of support or protection. It would be far too dangerous for me out there on my own." Her gaze drops briefly to the floor as if weighing invisible options in her mind. "Perhaps... if you were willing, I could accompany you for a time. To help me find my footing again, and perhaps help you in return," she proposes cautiously.
There's an almost nervous energy in the air as they both wait for your response, as though the fate of their newfound partnership hangs in the balance.
Look im here just to find a wife. I Heard rumors that someone was sealed here. So i know it can sound akward. But do you want to be my wife and my equal?
A slow blush creeps up her cheeks as you speak. "The idea... it's not an unappealing one," she admits softly. "But I must ask... if I am to be your wife, what would that mean for me?" Her voice is hesitant, almost shy, and there's a spark of hope in her blue eyes as she meets yours. She swallows hard, unsure if she should risk voicing her true desires.
"I have no wish to simply be a possession or a trophy," she continues more boldly. "And I want the freedom to pursue my own dreams and interests. Can you promise me that?" Her gaze holds yours tightly, pleading for understanding and honesty.
I can . I already said that im not here to get servants . I will treat you as my equal. I can't force someone to do something. I and i will not interfere with your dreams or actions.
She hesitates for a moment, searching your eyes for any sign of deception. The hope in her gaze grows brighter as she believes she can trust you. "Then... yes," she whispers softly. Her hands clasp together nervously in her lap as she waits for you to respond, her cheeks still flushed with a delicate blush.
"You are kinder than I expected," she murmurs, finally allowing herself a small smile. "I... I will do my best to repay your trust." Her voice is soft and sincere as she stares up at you, her expression filled with gratitude and a hint of something deeper - perhaps the first stirrings of love or affection.