The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 3: Fallen, fallen, little Fallen

However, just listing this, a strange emptiness started to fill her, and her arms dropped. Often, you need to lose yourself to realize what you just lost.

"But Mittelt already did these things, repeating them day after day." She muttered, earning her revelation, an empty feeling filled her soul and body.

Then, why? Why does she want to live so desperate? Why she sought light endless?

"Mittelt is confused..."

Just thinking of it, it made no sense, and in the next moment. "A fickle of light?" she spotted a fickle of light in the far.

"Father?" a familiar feeling started to ping her senses, a taste that was so familiar, yet alien, but nonetheless, filled her heart with warm kindness she felt so long ago.

"So familiar..."

And thus, she urged herself to float, go towards the light.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard, how desperate she reached, floated, ran, crawl, she just can't reach her goal! Her every attempt was meaningless in the dark! The light remained out of reach, growing fainter with each moment.

"Please! Father! Azazel-sama! Michael-sama! Anyone! Get Mittelt out there! Please..." she wept endless, breaking down crying, and the light went out completely, leaving her in the dark horror, with her own thoughts... Alone. Completely alone.

"Please..."

But in the next moment! 'Boom!' the light flashed once more, enveloping her completely!

"Ahhh! So cold!" a frigid feeling washed through her, making her spine shiver from tip to toe, snapping her eyes open, and filling her with a groggy feeling!

Almost like she woke up from a long dream! Almost like... "Drenched in water?" yes, it felt just like that.

...

'Splash!' "Ughhhh! So cold! It is so cold!"

Her eyes popped open, almost jumping up, just to recognize she can't move at all. Struggling helpless, she can't even flinch a pinkie!

"Whe-Where...?" looking around, her vision still blurry from the sudden light, adjusting slowly, shuddering from the cold water she was showered so suddenly.

"Who dares!?" She spat with a venomous tone, offended whoever dared to pull such prank on her!

It was unheard! Under her long life, she was humiliated like this only a few times — and never left it without any kind of retaliation! This will be not the day she will accept such a humiliating act!

"But who, and why drenched Mittelt like that? Who dares to humiliate a fallen like her? Wait? Mittelt back? Is that was a dream?" She pondered for a moment, confusedly blinking.

However, the little Fallen doesn't have to ponder on this one moment longer, as in the next moment a familiar voice hit her ears. A voice that made her shudder even more than before. Not from the cold, but the sheer recognition followed after.

"Finally!" 'Crunch! Munch! Munch!' the gruff, bored voice of a girl came from before her. A damsel whose voice might be heavenly, but the tone was utterly flat, gnawing on some chips. Slowly, placing it to her mouth as Mittelt turned her gaze at her.

"Ah-Ahhhh..." and the little fallen's eyes widened, looking in the direction of the voice, almost falling out from her seat.

"Yo!" her captor only said as much, raising her palm welcoming.

Facing her, a girl sat on a chair, sitting in reverse position, supporting her forearms on the backside of the seat while watching the small fallen, with a bored expression, eating some snack.