Highschool DxD: Spin to Win

I stared at the little girl through the glass door, my mind racing as countless questions bombarded me from every direction. There she was, standing in my yard, staring into the house. She couldn't have been more than five or six, her dark hair falling around her face like a curtain. The most unsettling part was how utterly out of place she seemed—she didn't belong here. Her presence felt… unnatural, like an anomaly in the fabric of reality. But why? Was it because of me?

Last night, I had fought against fallen angels at the church. Could this be some kind of retaliation? Had they sent this girl to keep an eye on me, or worse, to exact some kind of revenge? No, that didn't make sense. Fallen angels wouldn't send a child to do their dirty work. But then again, I had no idea what kind of game they were playing.

I shook my head, dismissing the thought before it could spiral further. It wasn't helping to dwell on what might or might not be. The truth was, I had no idea why she was here. It was as if the universe had dropped her in front of me with no explanation and no warning.

Turning away from the glass, I looked at Asia, her soft features etched with concern as she glanced back and forth between the girl outside and me. Espeon, sitting beside her on the couch, looked up from her relaxed position, her eyes narrowed, sensing the tension in the room. She could probably feel it too—the same knot of unease tightening in my chest. Could Asia or Espeon have something to do with the girl's arrival? I didn't want to consider that, but it was possible.

Then my eyes landed on the cake—the birthday cake I had made for Asia earlier today, an innocent gesture. Was this it? Was this the reason she had come? A strange, surreal thought crossed my mind: maybe she was after cake. I couldn't fathom it, but at this point, who knew?

I had to stop overthinking it. There was no point in guessing at motives when the answers were right in front of me. The girl, this mysterious child, was here. And I had to do something about it.

I glanced back at Asia and Espeon, both watching me with apprehension. "I'll go talk to her," I said, my voice betraying none of the unease churning inside me. They didn't respond, but I could tell they were worried. I could feel it in the way they looked at me—an unspoken fear that something bad might happen.

Taking a deep breath, I stood up and made my way toward the glass door. With each step, the tension built. I had to be careful. This girl, with her wide eyes and silent demeanor, could probably kill me without even breaking a sweat if I made one wrong move. I had no idea what kind of power she held, but I could feel it—a faint, almost imperceptible pressure in the air, like the weight of a storm about to break.

When I finally reached the door, I hesitated for just a moment. What should I say? How should I approach her? I knew one thing for sure: if I approached her carelessly, I might not make it out of this alive.

But I had to do something. I couldn't just stand there and let her stare at me through the glass like a ghost.

I opened the door slowly, the cool air brushing against my face as I stepped outside. The girl's eyes shifted to meet mine, her gaze piercing through me with an unsettling calm. I held my ground, refusing to look away.

I cleared my throat. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" The words sounded much weaker than I intended, but they were out. There was no going back now.

To my surprise, the girl didn't answer immediately. She merely looked at me for a long moment, as if considering my question. Then, without a word, she walked past me and into the house, as if she had every right to be there. My heart raced, and I instinctively stepped aside, hoping she wouldn't do anything rash.

I couldn't help but watch her closely, my gaze flicking to Asia and Espeon, hoping beyond hope that she wouldn't harm either of them.

The girl, however, had no interest in either of them. She walked straight to the table, where the cake sat waiting, untouched since I had made it. She climbed up onto the chair where I had been sitting earlier, her tiny feet dangling off the side as she reached for a slice of cake with her small, delicate fingers.

Asia and Espeon both blinked in stunned silence as the girl bit into the cake, her eyes widening slightly at the sweetness. Then, without hesitation, she shoveled the rest of the cake into her mouth, eating it as fast as her little fingers could manage. I watched in awe as she devoured it, her expression one of pure delight, like she had never tasted anything so incredible in her entire life.

Asia and Espeon exchanged glances, both of them clearly trying to process what was happening. It was a surreal sight—this little girl, seemingly out of nowhere, sitting at my table and devouring my cake like a starved creature. But there was something almost endearing about the way she acted. Her innocence, despite the strange aura surrounding her, made her seem like an enigma, impossible to understand.

When she finished the last of the cake, she licked her fingers clean, her gaze still fixed on me. It was like she had been waiting for that moment, her eyes locking onto mine with an almost predatory intensity.

"More," she said, her voice surprisingly clear and calm for someone so small.

My breath caught in my throat. I looked at the empty plate in front of her, then at the rest of the cake sitting on the counter. What the hell was going on here? Was I really about to give her more?

I felt a moment of hesitation. But then again, what choice did I have? She could have killed me by now if that's what she wanted. I didn't think cake was the real reason she came, but it was a start, I suppose.

"Okay," I said, finally relenting, my voice almost a whisper as I walked to the kitchen to fetch another slice.