My Soul card is a Reaper

"No" Azzy flatly rejected it, tightly holding onto the dress; he didn't want to rip it off by using force. He wasn't the type to intentionally quarrel with a rich girl and attract unnecessary attention but he doesn't like to give in to the arrogant types. Yeah, he knew that she was rich, just from the fact that he had three guards who were all buffed and quite intimidating, although their muscles were now focused on carrying shopping bags. Leiza's face reddened as she looked at him in the eyes, "Do you know who I am?" She looked quite serious. One of the bodyguards put down the bags and walked at them. Her three friends, too, rushed at her, smelling trouble. Azzy meanwhile replied, "Probably some miss whose arrogance stemmed from her parents' money and not her achievements." "You…" Leiza was deeply flushed by his comment as if it hit her nerve. As the bodyguard arrived there, Azzy gave a calm glance at him and further said, "What now? Do you want him to beat me up for the sake of this dress and prove to others that you are nothing more than a narrowminded and spoiled brat?" At once, Leiza felt several gazes on her, and someone had already pressed the button on their smart glasses, recording the event. "You… you… you…" She stomped the floor in frustration and turned around to leave in heavy steps. "Leiza…" The others followed him, and the rest, too, like a flock of sheep. Azzy shrugged his shoulders and continued his shopping. After a while, everything became normal. Azzy and Ramiel finished their shopping and they lined up at the bill counter. There were only two more people before him, but just then, collective screams were heard all over the room; Azzy and Ramiel turned their heads to gaze outside. "Rael…" Azzy: "Yeah, I know." Ramiel: "You or me?" Azzy: "Rock, Paper, Scissors?" Ramiel: "Fine." Putting the bags aside, both of them engaged in a quick game of rock paper and scissors. Azzy threw a paper while Ramiel threw a rock. Azzy handed the bags to him, "After handing them the clothes, give them the card and press the number 5061 on that swiping machine. I'll be waiting for you at the left street corner." "Understood." Azzy hastened his footsteps as he exited the store, watching the scene from the second floor. He saw a group of robbers/terrorists with guns in their hands, awfully looking like handheld energy cannons; their handles fixed onto their arms, and their fingers were on the trigger. With a click, the two ends would open widely to reveal a tiny barrel that would shoot energy blasts. It was obvious with a glance. Meanwhile, there are some familiar figures standing nearby. The three bodyguards were shielding the girls as they slowly backed away. "Too many people here. Wear a mask?" With a thought in his head, a familiar white metallic mask rapidly materialized over his face as he jumped down, landing on the floor like a hero. "Woah, look at him…" Everyone's attention momentarily shifted from the terrorists to the masked hero. Even the gang leader couldn't help but give him the attention. "Stop playing a hero. Stop right there." He pointed the weapon at Azzy. Azzy ran toward him. *Bang* The gang leader didn't hesitate and clicked on the trigger, shooting an energy bullet. Azzy moved to the left, dodging the bullet but maintaining a speed that everyone could see, as he would rather be a masked vigilante than a mysterious Superman. *Bang* Bang* Bang* Moving in a zig-zag motion to evade three bullets, Azzy closed their gap to nothing to give a solid uppercut to the bald guy. He flew high in the air. The terrorists momentarily gazed at their boss flying in the air. Azzy took this opportunity to swiftly give non stop kicks and punches to them. In two seconds, the remaining five fell to the floor. All of them ended up unconscious. "Wooo.." Cheers erupted from the crowd; some wondered whether it was a public stunt, while some took him as a hero. Azzy, meanwhile, ran to the exit and briefly stopped at the security guard, who looked all dazed. He asked him to tie them up and hand them over to the authorities before leaving the mall in a hurry. Meanwhile, among the crowd, Leiza muttered under her breath, "The black shirt and pants, and that build… no doubt. It is the same annoying guy from before. No wonder he is not afraid of my guards. He is a master. I wonder which dojo he belonged to…" After a while, Ramiel exited the mall carrying all five shopping bags by himself and met with Azzy. Together, they returned to the residence in a cab. At the house; Caelith: "Wow… you know how to shop for ladies, Rael. I'm impressed." Seraphina: "Yeah, indeed." "Hey, honey… what's this pink frock? You know I don't like pinkish things…" Caelith: "You can take this. I don't think this will fit me. It is bigger." Azzy: "Well, I don't know your size. So, I just picked one from every size…" Caelith: "My… my… a sensible one, aren't you? Thank you…" Aranis: *mumble* "Yeah, whatever…" Seraphina: "Anyways, now, I can finally go out." Ramiel: "Hey, hon, give a bit of credit, will ya. Do you know how tough it is to shop for women?" Seraphina: "Oh, honey… come here…" As Seraphina gave a kiss on his cheek as a reward, although mainly because others were around, Caelith looked at Azzy too and said, "Hmm… I wonder how I should reward you as a thank you." Aranis sweated bullets, and he shouted at once, standing before her with a serious expression on his face, "Don't you dare ask for a kiss." "Huh?" Azzy gave a blank stare in response. Caelith giggled as she hugged him from behind, "Seriously, sweetie? Why do you think I would kiss a man other than you, even if he asks?" Azzy also changed his expression to that of disgust and added a comment, "You are weird." "Ah…" Aranis's ears reddened in embarrassment, and his head started spinning as the other couple started laughing, calling him cute. He immediately rushed away from there and hid in the bedroom. Azzy too laughed along. Around noon, the four angels were going through the old newspapers found in the house, learning about the world as much as they could. The world might have internet, but they don't have phones. Not to mention, the angels are too technologically backward enough to even understand how electricity works, much less the internet. Hence, Azzy didn't bother shopping for mobile phones and intended to buy himself one secretly. As he was also passing the time with the newspaper thing, the doorbell rang, earning their attention. "Did Josh return?" They wondered. "Let me get that." Azzy went ahead to open the door, only to find an unexpected person standing in front of him instead of Josh. "Hello there," said Leiza. Her bodyguards increased by a dozen from before. The other three girls weren't seen though. "You… what are you doing here?" Azzy furrowed his brows. Glancing at the bodyguards around, he added, "Are you here for a fight?" If so, he won't hold back even if it causes him trouble. The silver-haired beauty however let out a smile, "Not really. I'm here to talk. Now, won't you welcome me as a guest?" She walked past in, inviting herself as a guest. He didn't stop her. However, when the bodyguard was about to get in, Azzy warned, "only one." The bodyguard at the front frowned. "Ma'am?" Leiza didn't look back and simply said, "No need. Just stay outside." "As you wish." He stepped back and Azzy slammed the door against him as Leiza walked into the living room, attracting the attention of the other four angels. She gave a quick glance at the newspapers spread on the floor but didn't pay much attention and found a chair to sit down. Azzy returned and stood in front of her, "So, what do you want?" The four angels curiously observed them. Leiza didn't pay attention to them either and looked at him in the eyes, "Won't you ask me how I found you?" Azzy shrugged his shoulders, "The rich always have their ways to accomplish their tasks." Leiza replied, "You wore a mask during the fight, but you have the same attire. The rest is obvious. I went back to the store and checked the CCTV footage to confirm my suspicions. I saw that you handed over the clothes to the friend over there to pay for them. I got the details of the credit card you paid with. The bank gave me the details of the cardholder, Josh Hazelwood. I called up his company and forced him to give me your information. I heard that you and your friends are the survivors of the Scarlet Dragon Dojo and are here to capture the serial killer to avenge your friends." She leaned to the back and crossed her arms with a smile, adding, "Don't worry, I will keep your secret." "Huh? Survivors of Scarlet Dragon Dojo?" The four angels looked at her in surprise, then looked at Azzy's back in suspicion. Withholding the truth is fine, but blatantly lying is a sin even to protect one's life, much less for a mission. If that was true, none can forgive their fifth teammate. Azzy replied in a firm tone, "If you are here with a threat, forget it." His earlier frown deepened further. He crossed his arms but clenched his fists to control his emotions and deal with her as calmly as possible. Leiza remained unperturbed by his warning. She said, "I want you to work for me." "Huh?"