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"That lad, Yamamoto Tatsuya was it? What's his background?"
The Familiar Master watched the siblings leave and turned to Rias. There was something in his eyes that made Rias uncomfortable.
"He's a human born with great strength and Immortality stronger than the Phenex." Rias didn't bother hiding much.
Tatsuya's fame in the Underworld had already begun to foster. With the millions of online spectators and his clips that would begin circulating in the DevilNet, no Devil would not know of him in the future.
"Human born?" The Familiar Master narrowed his eyes in suspicion but he didn't say anything else. It wasn't his place to meddle in other people's matters.
Ten minutes passed in silence before Ichika walked back outside.
"You're back!" Rias and her peerage excitedly surrounded her.
The reason being the salamander-like lizard in her hands. It yawned while breathing out hints of flame.
"It's quite cute." Akeno patted the head of the lizard as Rias nodded. Koneko's eyes glittered as she looked at the lizard.
"Hehe, I wonder what kind of Familiar Onii-chan will choose." Ichika rubbed her head bashfully as she shifted the topic to Tatsuya.
"If he finds the Nine-Headed Hydra it shouldn't be a problem for him to subdue it,"
The group discussed excitedly.
****
An hour passed.
An hour.
This wasn't normal.
Rias looked towards the Familiar Master who shrugged, "I can't really tell what your friend is doing inside the forest but if he was fighting or subduing any creature we should've felt the magical fluctuations by now."
Rias was concerned but not too worried.
Tatsuya's Immortality was quite literally broken. His Immortality was not like the Phenex where it stopped once his Demonic Energy was depleted, instead, it seemed endless and infinite.
Otherwise, his Demonic Energy which barely touched the ceiling of a Low-Class Devil wouldn't have lasted considering the damage he took.
As they continued to wait the silhouettes of two people became vaguely clear, walking towards them.
The group was stunned as Tatsuya emerged from the forest with a stunning blue-haired woman. Her features were so gorgeous that it caused even Rias and her to blush for a moment.
But after admiration confusion settled in.
"Who's this Yamamoto...?" Rias asked, her voice a bit miffed. Since her attention had been on the both of them she didn't see the trembling figure of the Familiar Master who was quietly slipping away.
Tiamat glanced at him for a brief second before ignoring him.
She looked at the Princess of Gremory who was staring at her with a hint of hostility.
Has Lord Chaos already charmed this little girl? She couldn't help but sneer inwardly while pitying their fate.
"It's my Familiar. The Chaos Karma Dragon, Tiamat." Tatsuya spoke casually as if his words hadn't caused the Rias and the rest to freeze on the spot.
"T-The Chaos Karma Dragon!?" Rias stuttered, unable to believe it.
Why had the Strongest Dragon King become a Familiar to her peerage member?
This made no sense!
Koneko, who was a cat yokai, trembled beneath the gaze of Tiamat. It was as if she was going to be swallowed whole.
"Tiamat." Tatsuya's voice cut in sharply as he noticed the growing tension in the air.
"Yes, Master." Tiamat took a step back and crossed her hands in front of her like a maid.
If Tiamat becoming Tatsuya's familiar was shocking then the current scene in front of her made Rias almost faint from shock. She seemed to be in a daze.
She looked at the incredibly beautiful woman standing behind him obediently like a slave, like a servant willing to obey any command her Master throws at her.
A faint sense of danger enveloped Rias' heart as she did her best to compose herself.
"We... It's time we leave and report our Familiars to the Head of the Family."
Actually, there was no need for any such step but the family had to be informed immediately.
Just as Rias unfurled her wings, Tatsuya placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her.
Rias was confused but her lips twitched as she saw Tatsuya's lips move in the direction of the Chaos Karma Dragon.
She nodded and jumped back.
Tiamat's human form began to ripple, her porcelain skin shimmering with an otherworldly glow
A cascade of azure and golden scales erupted from her flesh, each one glinting like polished gemstones, overlapping in intricate patterns that pulsed with raw, chaotic energy.
Her arms stretched and twisted, bones cracking and reforming into massive, sinewy claws tipped with talons sharp enough to rend steel.
From her back, colossal wings unfurled with a sound like thunder, each membrane a mix of deep blue streaked with veins of molten gold, their span so vast they cast a shadow over the entire clearing, the tips crackling with uncontrollable frost.
Her legs thickened, muscles coiling beneath scales as they morphed into powerful hind limbs, each step she took reverberating through the ground like a drumbeat of war.
Her neck elongated, serpentine and graceful, crowned with a head that split into a maw of jagged, obsidian-black fangs, her eyes glowing a fierce crimson that pierced through the dim light of the Underworld forest.
Horns spiraled upward from her skull.
Her tail lashed out behind her, long and whip-like, adorned with spines that glowed with a faint, ominous light, the air hissing as it sliced through it.
"Get on," Tatsuya said calmly, his voice cutting through the stunned silence as he stepped onto the ridge of Tiamat's back, his boots finding purchase between two massive scales.
Rias blinked, her crimson hair fluttering in the breeze kicked up by Tiamat's transformation before she shook off her shock and climbed up, her hands gripping a protruding spine as she hauled herself onto the Dragon's back.
Akeno followed, her usual playful smirk replaced by wide-eyed wonder as she settled behind Rias, her fingers brushing against the warm, pulsating scales that felt alive beneath her touch.
Koneko hesitated, her golden eyes flickering with instinctual fear, but Ichika tugged her along, the salamander Familiar in her arms chirping as they clambered up together.
Kiba moved with grace, his sword clinking against his side as he found a spot near Tatsuya.
Tiamat shifted, her muscles rippling beneath her scales as she adjusted to the weight of her passengers, her crimson eyes glancing back at Tatsuya with a flicker of amusement.
With a deafening roar that shook the trees and sent birds scattering from the forest canopy, she beat her wings once, the force flattening the grass below as she launched into the crimson sky.
The wind howled around them, a blend of sound and fury as Tiamat soared higher, her wings cutting through the air with a rhythmic, thunderous beat.
Rias's grip tightened on the spine, her knuckles whitening as the Underworld blurred beneath them.
Akeno let out a nervous laugh, her voice nearly lost in the gale, while Koneko buried her face in Ichika's shoulder, the salamander Familiar puffing tiny flames that flickered out instantly in the wind.
Kiba stood on top of the dragon trying to admire the view from above. He looked at Tatsuya at the front and couldn't help but admit his elegance.
He's really cool....
Tatsuya stood at the forefront with his hands linked behind his back, his dark hair whipping wildly, his expression serene as if he were merely riding a horse rather than the mightiest Dragon King.
Below, Devils in sprawling cities and desolate villages craned their necks upward, their eyes widening in disbelief as Tiamat's silhouette dominated the sky.
Her scales caught the eerie red light of the Underworld's artificial Sun, refracting it into a dazzling display of red and gold that painted the horizon like a living aurora.
Her wings left trails of faint, chaotic energy in their wake, shimmering wisps that dissipated into the air leaving behind hints of frost.
The Gremory Family Estate loomed ahead and Tiamat tilted her wings, beginning a grand, spiraling descent that made Rias's stomach lurch, her hair tangling into a wild mess as the ground rushed closer.
Her claws grazed the earth as she landed, the impact sending a tremor through the estate, windows rattling and servants stumbling as they rushed outside to see the source.
The servants froze as they laid eyes on the Chaos Karma Dragon and the human who rode her.
****
—The Sitri mansion—
Serafall Leviathan was sprawled across a velvet chaise, idly swiping through her magical tablet looking for something interesting to read on the DevilNet but alas all she saw were threads and discussions about Tatsuya.
She moaned in grievance, feeling desolate that Magical Girls couldn't become as popular as Tatsuya became in a day even in decades.
Wait... what if I make Yama-chan become a Magical Girl? Won't everyone start admiring and talking about Magical Girls then!?
Just as she was scheming inwardly a bone-rattling roar shook the chandeliers.
She yelped, tumbling off the seat, her twin tails flailing as she dashed to the window-only to freeze as Tiamat's colossal form ripped through the crimson sky, scales blazing blue and gold.
"T-Tiamat-chan?! No way!" she squealed, then her eyes bugged out further, spotting Tatsuya atop her, Rias and her peerage clinging behind him. "Wait, wait, wait-that's Yama-chan!? Riding Tiamat?!"
Her voice hit a pitch that could shatter glass, a mix of giddy excitement and creeping dread as she imagined the chaos this would unleash.
"So-tan! So-tan!" She dashed excitedly, trying to find her sister.
Down in Lucifaad's bustling plaza, Sirzechs Lucifer stood beside Grayfia, his usual playful demeanor sobered by duty, until the crowd's panicked shouts snapped his head skyward.
"Woah..."
"Beautiful..."
"Look! Oh my go-ouch."
Tiamat thundered overhead, her wings leaving a trail of ice behind her, and there-there-was Tatsuya, the human-turned-Devil whose immortality outshone even the Phenex clan, sitting astride her like some warlord of old, Rias and her peerage dwarfed in his shadow.
Sirzechs's crimson eyes widened, a chill running down his spine despite his calm facade. "Tatsuya... with the Chaos Karma Dragon as his steed?" he murmured, voice low with wary awe.
Grayfia's eyes widened in shock before her silver gaze sharpened as she whispered, "This is too suspicious... Was it really right to let him join Rias-sama's peerage?"
Sirzechs remained silent. His figure vanishing with Grayfia following behind.
Devil work, Satan duties, Soul Reaper... nothing mattered right now.
****
At the Phenex estate, surrounded by molten pools, Riser Phenex was mid-tirade-snarling about some imagined insult-when Tiamat's earth-shaking roar drowned him out, her silhouette blazing across the sky.
He staggered to the balcony, wine glass shattering in his grip as he saw Tatsuya, the Undying Immortal Devil, now infamous for tanking blows that'd kill a High-Class Devil ten times over, riding the Chaos Karma Dragon like it was nothing.
"That filthy monk- cough him?!" Riser bellowed, flames flaring wildly around him, his bravado masking the cold sweat on his brow. Ravel peeked from the doorway, her usual haughtiness gone, voice trembling, "Tiamat!? W-We can't fight that... Onii-sama your revenge..."
Riser sharply looked at her, "What revenge? Don't talk nonsense or I'll throw you out of my peerage. Our fight was full of elegance and manners, my defeat is not something to weep tears of sorrow over."
"???"
Ravel looked at him completely baffled as he strode away in a proud manner.
****
In the Bael clan's rugged training grounds, Sairaorg Bael paused mid-punch, his knuckles bleeding from a spar, as Tiamat's shadow swept over him.
He turned, chest heaving, and saw her descend toward the Gremory Estate, Tatsuya's unmistakable figure atop her-Tatsuya the Undying, the human who humiliated the entirety of Pure-Blooded Devils now displaying his dominance through taming Tiamat.
To see an ageless dragon that remained free since birth become a Familiar to a newly Reincarnated Devil...
"The Old Devils... hah!"
His grin faltered into a tense grimace, fists clenching with excitement, "I should go meet Rias... It's been a while."
Sairaorg would never admit he didn't care about Rias at the moment and simply wanted to meet the Undying Devil who used physical strength for combat just like him.
****
At the Gremory Estate's pristine courtyard, Zeoticus Gremory was savoring a rare moment of peace, teacup in hand, when Tiamat's landing cracked the flagstones, tea splashing across his pristine coat.
He gaped as he saw the arriving figures.
"T-Tatsuya...? Chaos Karma Dragon, Tiamat you...?!" Zeoticus stammered, voice rising in disbelief, his usual composure nowhere to be seen.
Venelana rushed to his side and she was speechless.
Rias slid off Tiamat's back, her legs unsteady as she hit the ground, her peerage tumbling after her in various states of disarray-Kiba catching the fallen salamander, Rias feeling dizzy, Koneko having a blank face, Ichika grinning widely with a blush and Akeno smoothing her hair with a shaky grin and trembling hands.
Lastly, Tatsuya stepped down from Tiamat's back, meeting his stare with an eerie, unshakable calm.
"W-We have returned, Father," Rias spoke ignoring the rush of blood.
But an odd atmosphere ensued as everyone remained silent in confusion and disbelief.
It wasn't till Sirzechs and Grayfia arrived that the tense atmosphere broke.
"I believe we need to talk", the current Lucifer didn't even bother exchanging pleasantries as he turned to Tatsuya and spoke softly.
"Indeed, we do Maou-sama."
"Onii-sama..." For some reason, Rias felt nervous as she tried to interrupt but was met with a flat stare from Sirzechs.
Rias closed her lips and bit her lower teeth in frustration.
She hated how she had no say in these matters.
She hated how powerless she was.
And she hated the arrogant and smug look that the dragon had been giving her from the moment they met. It's as if she was telling Rias 'I will take what's yours and you can't stop me.'
Ichika looked at Tatsuya following Sirzechs inside the estate with both Grayfia and Tiamat walking side by side like maids.
Looking at his back Ichika couldn't help but shudder. The Tatsuya from Classroom of the Elite was slowly returning. The unbridled maniac that had no restrictions to what he did.
Perhaps it was an illusion but Ichika knew the day wasn't far.
She had seen him controlling himself the past few days. His forced scheming, calculated plans and the dangerous risk he had taken by annihilating Grigori.
Ichika knew Tatsuya didn't make such big moves without a purpose. Something must've threatened him into acting.
Perhaps paranoia? Or perhaps...
Ichika lowered her head as she slowed her thoughts down.
Time's ticking away Ichika....
****
Tatsuya and Sirzechs sat across from each other in the sleek, modern room.
Grayfia lingered behind Sirzechs quietly while Tiamat stood behind Tatsuya with a beautiful smile.
Their eyes met for a moment, tension simmering, until Sirzechs broke the silence.
"Congrats," he said, choosing his words deliberately, "on snagging such a... powerful Familiar."
Tatsuya gave a slight, laid-back smile. "Pure luck, I suppose. Crossing paths with Tiamat like this-could it be fate?"
Sirzechs lip twitched as he glanced at Tiamat. "Didn't expect our next run-in to look like this, Chaos Karma Dragon."
"Same goes for you, Lucifer," she replied, her tone light, devoid of any respect. Grayfia's brow flicked, but she stayed quiet.
Sirzechs leaned closer, genuinely stumped. "What dragged you out of your hideout?"
How had Tatsuya managed to leash the fiercest Dragon King as his Familiar?
Tiamat's smile turned sharp and stunning, her hand resting on her cheek as she tilted her head. Her eyes narrowed to slits, a faint flush coloring her smooth, pale face.
"It was love at first sight." Tiamat spoke gently, her voice almost like a loving whisper "I have fallen for Lord Tatsuya and can't bear to part with him, even if it means becoming his slave. However, I do wish to become his first wife!" Tiamat declared proudly.
"...!!!?? "
Question marks floated above Sirzechs' and Grayfia's heads.
Sirzechs wasn't one to lose his calm. There were hardly any things left that could surprise him but-
-What the fuck was this ageless dragon blabbering about?
Falling in love at first sight?
Willing to become a slave?
Wanting to be his wife?
Was this the same dragon that continuously rampaged around the world before settling down? The same Dragon King that hunted down every user of the Boosted Gear without mercy?
He shot Tatsuya a look, silently begging for a punchline; some clever ruse to make this make sense.
Then, a solid thud.
"Kneel," Tatsuya said calmly and Tiamat dropped to her knees instantly, dignity tossed aside without a second thought.
Sirzechs and Grayfia gawked, a sharp gasp slipping out in unison.
Tatsuya didn't spare them a glance. He lifted Tiamat's chin, his thumb grazing her slick, blue-tinted lips.... slowly at first, tracing the plump curve with a deliberate drag. He pressed harder, smearing the glossy sheen across her mouth, his thumb dipping just past her parted lips, teasing the wet coldness inside. Her breath hitched, lips trembling under his touch as he rubbed back and forth, savoring the softness, the way they yielded to him, glistening with a mix of her own spit and the faint shimmer of her natural tint.
The Chaos Karma Dragon knelt, letting a fresh Reincarnated Devil strip her bare of pride.
It was so incredibly arousing that even Sirzechs blanked out for a second.
"Is this really the Chaos Karma Dragon?" Tatsuya asked, skepticism dripping. "She seems to have a screw loose."
"She... She is undoubtedly the Chaos Karma Dragon." Sirzechs voice was slightly distant, since he could not understand even a speck of Tiamat's behaviour it made Tatsuya infinitely more suspicious.
If he'd messed up even once, Sirzechs would've cornered him for answers already.
"This isn't love, Tiamat-it's straight-up humiliation", Sirzechs said, prodding her. "A dragon like you... Why sully your noble name?"
Tiamat didn't blink. Her tongue slipped out, slow and bold, licking Tatsuya's thumb like it was a treat.
She sucked it in deep, cheeks hollowing as she slurped, wet and shameless, a low moan buzzing in her throat as she stared up at him, eyes glazed with heat, spit trailing down her chin.
"Please have some decency..." Grayfia couldn't help but interrupt unable to stand it any longer.
"Crazy bitch," Tatsuya grumbled, pulling his hand free with a scowl. Tiamat stood up, all grace, smiling softly as she slid back behind him like it was nothing.
"What do I even do with her?" he asked Sirzechs, sounding genuinely at a loss.
Sirzechs stumbled for a reply. "Well... she's a plus, right? She's one of the strongest beings in the world-nobody's messing with you with her around. At least not in the Underworld."
Tatsuya's interest sparked, eyeing Tiamat like he was reassessing her. "Stronger than you, Maou-sama?"
The air froze immediately.
Tiamat's face went frigid; Grayfia's grin flashed for a split second.
Sirzechs kept it cool, voice even. "Nope."
Tatsuya's eyes shone with respect, and Sirzechs felt a felt a bit proud inwardly.
Tatsuya noticed something.
Sirzechs was also tossing a subtle hint- I'm your real backup. Don't pick the wrong side.
"Ahem! Since the matter isn't as urgent as I thought it was I'll have to take my leave. There's so much work to do..." Sirzechs sighed, returning to his usual demeanor. He slid across the table as if blaming the world for all his office workload.
"Lucifer-sama, please behave yourself." Grayfia's lips twitched.
"Sigh, always so rigid Grayfia." Sirzechs exhaled before getting up.
A magic circle appeared beneath him as he disappeared.
He really was quick to arrive and leave.
Wait... why did he fly over here if he could've just used a Magic Circle?
Tatsuya kept his confusion under wraps, his face smooth as he glanced at Grayfia.
"Sorry about that little show earlier, Grayfia-san," he said, voice steady. She hesitated, then nodded. "It's fine, Yamamoto-kun. Not your fault." Her eyes flicked to Tiamat with a scowl, still wondering how a dragon that noble could sink so low. "I'll head out too."
"Sure thing. Oh, and could you set up a room for Ichika right next to mine? I'd like the current one just for me and Tiamat."
Grayfia was halfway to the door when his request hit. Her lips tightened briefly. "No problem, I'll handle it now."
She started walking again, and Tatsuya's gaze trailed her every step.
At the doorway, Grayfia froze for a split second. She clenched her jaw, feeling his stare rake over her- hungry, shameless, lingering on her ass like he was staking a claim.
She was an Ultimate-Class Devil. She could damn well feel the heat rolling off him.
But she didn't turn to call him out. She just kept moving, slipping out of the room.
The second she was gone, Tiamat let out a low disdainful laugh.
"She's way too rigid for her own good. Lord Chaos, do you intend to use this against her?"
Tatsuya snorted, "Of course. She's probably going to report my lust-filled gaze towards her to her husband... The way she behaves the next time we meet will be Sirzechs' answer."
"They don't seem to believe my heartfelt words though..." Tiamat sighed in mock sadness and Tatsuya rolled his eyes, "With the level of retardness in your actions they're most probably going to think I've somehow brainwashed you."
"But isn't that what you wanted too Lord Chaos?" Tiamat tilted her head in confusion.
She looked quite cute like that.
"That is fine, now they can't move against me rashly, lest incline towards the Old Faction. The caution they hold will work in my favor. Can't move rashly against the beacon of hope they created in the first place, after all."
"As expected of Lord Chaos, having all these Devils under your thumb." Tiamat flattered, her voice containing a hint of seduction.
She half-wondered if he'd pin her down right there, flood her with more Chaos strands, claim her in the heat of it.
But Tatsuya didn't bite. He went quiet instead, and it threw her off.
His face blanked out-like he'd checked out of his own head. Tiamat blinked, caught off guard.
A shiver crawled up her spine as his eyes flickered back to life-one sharp and burning, the other dull, dead, and eerie.
"Finally... it's done, Tatsuya muttered, standing up slowly, staring at the ceiling like it held secrets.
Tiamat's breath hitched, her whole body locking up at what came next.
The ceiling-
From the ceiling!
Strands of Chaos-hundreds, no, thousands-swirled around him, coiling tight before sinking into his skin.
For a hot second, she wanted to lunge, rip those strands for herself but her dragon instincts screamed no, slamming her with dread.
Cold sweat dripped down her neck as she dropped her gaze, heart pounding.
Tatsuya didn't even spare her a glance, too busy soaking in the rush of World Essence flooding his veins.
Kaguya's voice chimed in his head, smooth and sweet as silk.
[Fate has been broken. The world has veered off it's original course. Reward-25,000 units of World Essence.]
-x-X-x-
I don't know what's going on.
I dropped the magazine in my hand as I noticed the bright red light streaking across the sky. The sight was so beautiful that I found myself unable to look away.
My heart thumped.
For some reason, the blood inside me began to boil.
The earth shook.
My house was full of screams as my parents began running about.
I too was dragged out of the house for safety.
For some reason, I could tell this wasn't an earthquake.
People around us were all equally frightened and confused. Usually, I'd take advantage of the fact that so many women were in their nightgowns, running around with their big oppai's....
My mind refused.
But in the end, I found it hard to suppress my desires.
I smiled in enjoyment.
The sexy married women hugging their partners or children had their breasts all squeezed together making a pleasant sight for me.
"Issei! Issei!"
My name was called out and I looked at my panicking Mom.
I was fine, okay?
The shaking began to die down and everyone was slowly calming down, walking back into their houses.
A bummer.
"That was so scary!" Mom said and Dad nodded as we headed back inside.
The moment we stepped back inside, the air changed.
A sharp, metallic scent hit my nose-something wrong
What?
Before I could even react, the front door exploded inward, shards of wood spraying like shrapnel. I barely had time to raise my arms before a force like a freight train slammed into me, sending me crashing into the wall.
My vision swam. Pain flared across my back, but worse than that was the sound-screaming.
Mom.
I forced my head up, blinking through the dust and debris. Two figures stood in the wreckage of our home. Tall, clad in black, their eyes glowed a sickly violet in the dim light. Devils. Real ones. Not the kind from TV or games.
One of them had my father by the throat, lifting him off the ground like he weighed nothing. Dad's face was purple, his feet kicking uselessly. His eyes locked onto mine-wide, terrified, begging.
The other Devil had Mom pinned to the floor, her nightgown torn, her face streaked with tears. She was sobbing, struggling, but the Devil just laughed, a sound like nails on glass.
"P-Please-!" Mom choked out.
The Devil grinned, his fingers trailing down her cheek.
Something inside me snapped.
"STOP IT!" I roared, lurching forward-but the first Devil backhanded me without even looking. My head whipped to the side, blood filling my mouth. I hit the ground hard, my body refusing to move.
"Pathetic," the Devil holding my father sneered.
Dad's eyes rolled back.
A sickening crack.
His body went limp.
The Devil dropped him like trash.
My breath stopped. My heart stopped. The world stopped.
No.
No no no no-
I didn't even realize I was screaming until my throat burned. Tears blurred my vision, but I couldn't look away. Couldn't move.
The Devils turned to me.
One of them grabbed my hair, yanking me up until our faces were inches apart. His breath reeked.
"Don't worry, boy," he murmured. "You'll join them soon."
And then-
Pain.
Agony like I'd never known. Like my bones were breaking, my skin peeling, my soul tearing.
But worse than the pain was the sound of Mom's whimpers.
The sight of my father's empty eyes.
And the laughter of the Devils as they tormented us.
If that wasn't enough one of them walked towards Mom.
The moment the second Devil's fingers curled around Mom's wrist, the air turned thick with something wrong.
Not blood.
Not violence.
Something worse.
A slow, creeping intimacy that made my skin crawl.
He pulled her close, his breath hot against her ear, whispering words I couldn't hear-but I saw the way her body stiffened, the way her breath hitched
No!
I tried to scream, but the first Devil's hand clamped over my mouth, his other arm keeping me in place
"Shhh," he murmured. "You don't want to miss this."
The second Devil's hands moved.
Not with violence.
With lust.
One palm slid up her thigh, pushing the torn hem of her nightgown higher, inch by inch, like he was savoring the reveal. His other hand cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing her bottom lip-gentle, almost loving-before his fingers slipped inside her mouth.
And then-
He entered her.
Not violently.
Not with a thrust.
Slow.
So slow.
He pushed it inside her.
Her mouth fell open in a silent scream, her fingers clawing at his arms, but he just held her there, letting her feel every inch as he filled her.
Mom shook, her face streaked with tears, but her hips twitched-
The Devil holding me was aroused, his eyes looking towards my Mom with desire.
"Fuck," he breathed. "Look at her face."
I didn't want to.
But I did.
Mom's eyes were wide, her lips parted in something between pain and-
No.
Not that.
Not-
The second Devil groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he rolled his own, grinding into her with a lazy rhythm, like he was savoring every twitch of her body.
Her breath came in hitches.
Her thighs quivered.
And then-
A sound.
A whimper.
But not of pain.
Not just pain.
The Devil smirked, digging into her flesh as he pulled her down harder, deeper, his pace never faltering.
"Good girl," he murmured.
And Mom-
Mom-
Came.
Her body locked up, her back arching, her mouth falling open in a silent cry-
And the Devil laughed, kissing her neck like she'd pleased him.
Something inside me snapped.
Not anger.
Not hate.
Nothing.
Just-
Emptiness.
The first Devil finally released me, shoving me forward onto the floor.
I couldn't blink, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think, just stared as the second Devil ripped Mom off him, her body all loose and drenched, shaking like a wet dog.
He chucked her down like she was garbage, and she crashed to the floor, legs flopping wide, arms limp.
She didn't move, didn't fight, just laid there, a doll they'd chewed up and spit out.
The first Devil swung his boot into my stomach, hard, and I went down, smacking the carpet face-first.
My guts twisted, air gone, pain shooting everywhere, but it was nothing next to the ache in my head.
He didn't care, stomped over me and went for Mom, grinning like some sick bastard who'd won a prize.
They both crowded her, two demons, hands grabbing at her like she was meat on a hook.
Her nightgown was a mess, soaked with sweat, sticking to her skin, half-torn so her chest peeked out, red and raw.
His fingers dug into her thighs, prying them apart, nails leaving angry red lines on her soft skin.
The second Devil shoved her legs apart and dropped between her legs, heavy, his hips shoving forward, pressing into her so hard the table creaked under them.
She jolted a little, a tiny whimper slipping out, and he laughed, low and nasty, liking it too much.
The first one grabbed her wrists, jerking them up over her head, pinning her down so she couldn't move an inch.
He leaned down, mouth on her neck, sucking hard, leaving red marks.
Her body rocked under them, bouncing with each push, skin slapping skin in a way that made me sick.
I clawed at the floor, nails ripping, blood smearing, my chest heaving with sobs I couldn't stop.
The second guy rocked harder, hips slamming, his hands sliding up her sides, squeezing her ribs till she whimpered
Mom's head lolled to the side, hair sticking to her wet face, lips trembling with little gasps.
The first one moved lower, his breath hot on her chest, teeth grazing her skin, making her flinch.
They were all over her, taking turns, hips grinding, hands roaming, like she was theirs to break.
I yelled, voice cracking, but it came out weak, a pathetic croak drowned by their grunting.
The carpet was wet under me-tears, spit, snot-I was a mess, falling apart watching this.
Mom's legs twitched, caught in their grip, her body shaking like it couldn't take much more.
He leaned in again, lips on her ear, whispering something sick, then biting the lobe till she flinched hard.
Her skin was flushed now, sweaty and red, trembling where they touched her, where they wouldn't stop touching.
The second Devil's hands slid back down, under her, grabbing her ass, lifting her up so he could go deeper.
She cried out again, sharper, her voice breaking, and he just kept going, relentless, grunting with every move.
I punched the ground, knuckles splitting, blood dripping, but it didn't change a damn thing.
Mom's chest heaved, quick and shallow, her skin flushed red where they grabbed her.
The second guy wiped his mouth, smirking, then went back in, tugging at her like a rag.
They didn't stop-kept pushing, pulling, grinding, a nonstop nightmare I couldn't wake up from.
Her fingers twitched once, reaching for nothing, then went still, limp as the rest of her.
I was choking now, throat raw, eyes burning, hating myself for just lying here.
I want to help her! I want to save her! Why! Why can't I save her? Why am I so powerless!?
The first one switched spots, shoving the other aside, eager to get his turn, his pants tight and straining.
He grabbed her thighs, spreading them wide, and pressed himself against her, slow at first, teasing, then hard.
Her body rocked with it, head still lolling, hair still sticking to her wet cheeks, lips still parting with little gasps.
The second one didn't wait-knelt by her head, hands in her hair, pulling her face toward him, forcing her to look.
He rubbed against her cheek, hot and heavy, smirking as she tried to turn away, but he held her tight.
Her mouth was abused and Mom's hands twitched, fingers curling, but she couldn't fight, couldn't do nothing but take it.
The first one groaned loud, hips snapping fast, his grip bruising her legs, leaving prints in her skin.
They kept at it, switching again, the first one pulling out, panting, letting the second take over.
He flipped her over, rough, onto her stomach, yanking her hips up, pressing her face into the floor.
She whimpered, muffled, as he shoved against her from behind, hands on her back, pushing her down.
The first one knelt in front, grabbing her chin, lifting her head, rubbing himself close, too close.
Her body shook, rocking between them, caught in their sick desire, their heat, their sweat dripping on her.
The second guy's pace got wild, slamming into her, grunting like an animal, her cries fading to nothing.
The first one gripped her face tighter, forcing her lips apart, his breath ragged, eyes locked on hers.
She didn't look back-just stared through him, through me, the light in her eyes nowhere to be seen.
The second one pulled her back, sitting her up, pinning her against him, hands roaming her front slowly.
Her head fell back on his shoulder, limp, as he squeezed her chest, rocking into her from below.
The first one stood, looming, grabbing her legs, spreading them again, joining in, relentless.
Their voices mixed-grunts, laughs, heavy breaths-filling the room, drowning out my sobbing.
Mom's body was a wreck, trembling, slick with their sweat, red where they'd gripped too hard.
They pushed harder, together now, moving like one big, twisted machine, breaking her bit by bit.
I curled up, shaking, puking a little on the carpet, hating myself for not stopping this.
The second one groaned loud, finishing rough, shoving her forward into the first one's hands.
He caught her, grinning, pulling her close, starting it all over, slow and cruel, savoring it.
Her gasps were gone now... just silence, a broken doll in their arms, used up and thrown away.
I screamed inside, over and over, but outside I was quiet, a coward drowning in tears.
The pounding went on.
They didn't care-didn't stop-just kept going, wrecking her, wrecking me, wrecking everything.
****
After an unknown amount of time.
Issei lay on the floor broken.
His limbs were crippled, his father decapitated and his mother gone, perhaps still being tormented to a fate he didn't want to imagine.
The house was a mess.
Everything around him seemed broken but to Issei, it was much worse. The Devils played with his mother everywhere. The entire house was stained by the sin of a son unable to protect his mother.
Issei felt his breathing grow shallow.
He wondered just what his purpose in life was.
"I should just kill myself..." Issei muttered, his dull voice echoing in the hall.
"Don't you wish to save her?"
All of a sudden a soft voice rang in Issei's ears.
Without any surprise, Issei replied, "Save her? How? I am worthless. I am useless. I am weak. They are monsters and I don't stand a chance. They are gone... I can't find them even if I want to."
"I can help you."
"..." This time Issei didn't reply, his dull gaze finally shifting upwards, "...How?
'Because you have potential, because you have the ability to become the strongest, because you have the Longinus Sacred Gear-The Boosted Gear."
Issei did not understand his words. The pain from his crushed limbs was making his mind hazy.
But perhaps because of the hope ignited by the words of this mysterious stranger Issei forced himself to stay awake.
To not lose the opportunity to turn his fate around.
"Can you help me?" There was a faint trace of emotion in the broken boy's voice and the mysterious stranger smiled.
His smile soft and comforting.
Issei was drawn into his compassionate onyx eyes,
'As long as you're willing to follow me in my goals I will help you find the ones that tore your family apart. The stranger pushed his hand forward and the crippled Issei looked at him in a lost manner.
Issei crawled forward in a show of determination. With his broken hand, he leaned forward and his bloody fingertips met the hand of the stranger.
The stranger held his hand before kneeling down.
"It's okay, everything will get better, child." He warmly caressed Issei's hair and his voice caused Issei to break down.
A chortle of sobs escaped him as he broke down crying before falling unconscious.
The stranger picked Issei up and left the house under the starry night.
He looked towards the direction where the red light had originally lit up and showed a thoughtful look.
He sighed as he fed Issei a small brown pill.
Issei's body began cracking and all his wounds healed.
The stranger with Issei in his hands slipped into the desolate forest behind the city of Kuoh.
Moments later, two figures emerged-one clutching Miki's limp form, her torn nightgown hanging like a shroud.
The stranger turned, his smile returning, soft and chilling, as the pair mirrored it-then they dissolved into blood, merging into him with a wet, unnatural shimmer.
Miki fell, hitting the earth with a muted thud, abandoned in the dirt.
Tatsuya set Issei down with care, then approached Miki, pressing another pill into her mouth.
Her body twitched, healing sluggishly, but his gaze was ice as it swept over mother and son, a scoff breaking the quiet.
"How's the Boosted Gear still dormant after all that?" His voice carried a hard edge, frustration seeping through.
In the anime, Issei had simply thought about breasts and activated his Sacred Gear.
Tatsuya began pacing, many suspicions emerged in his mind and only a few seconds later did he lift his head, eyes shining in awe.
"Could it be Issei is fated to only awaken his Boosted Gear with boobs in mind?" Tatsuya was startled by the thought but he couldn't think of any other possibility.
He had seen his agonised, tormented face as he raped and played with his mother. If such an emotional outburst couldn't awaken the Sacred Gear then nothing could.
If a Pseudo Heavenly Spirit's control over its protagonist was of such magnitude then Tatsuya shuddered imagining the authority of true Heavenly Beings-
-Beings above the 4th Tier.
"Kaguya oh Kaguya, how could you not think this World is an exception?" Tatsuya muttered while looking at the night sky.
If there was a probability of something bad happening then why not always move while taking that into account?
It might make things complicated but... complications were better than death.
"The main body's near." His head snapped to the side, sudden and sharp.
Vision split-cities streaking past in flight as he used Godspeed and the Kuoh night stretching above-two worlds in one split glance.
It caused a dull ache in his skull, but he'd adapt.
He had no choice but to.
Splitting his mind into two was truly an arduous task.
While the Underworld was safe and sound for growth there were still many things that needed to be done in the Human World.
He seized Miki and Issei, throwing them into a crude cave carved into the mountain's flank.
Three rooms waited within.
Issei went in one, sealed for the time being.
Soon, he'd test fate's limits. He'd like to see just how stubborn it could be.
Miki was dumped in his space as he moved to the third room.
A blonde girl lay there, asleep-petite, delicate, her nun's garb stark against the stone.
The teal fabric clung to her frame, white veil askew, a Bible tucked at her hip, cross glinting at her throat.
Tatsuya's eyes were cold and indifferent as he knelt and pressed a hand to her forehead.
"Soul Eater," He whispered, a red glow flaring beneath his palm, sharp and ominous.
He drew back, and a faint soul emerged-her miniature image, tethered by a crimson thread and a golden orb pulsing within.
His gaze locked onto the golden orb, flickering with desire.
"Unbelievable..." He muttered, eyes cackling with madness, "How much would it take to absorb her Sacred Gear?"
[Why absorb it using World Essence?]
Kaguya's voice echoed in response. It didn't matter if this half was just a blood clone. Whatever system abilities he had, all blood clones could use it. In the same way, no matter how many times his consciousness was split to control the blood clones he'd always have a constant connection to Kaguya.
"...Why absorb it using World Essence?" For a second he was lost in thought before his eyes lit up sharply, "Could it be..."
"Kaguya, can I absorb the Sacred Gear for World Essence?"
[Absolutely, everything in this world is created by Chaos. Sacred Gears are but a flawed amalgamation of Chaos. Nonetheless, being able to use Chaos in such a manner, is indeed admirable.]
Tatsuya looked at the golden glowing orb, noticing the similarity between it and the strands of Chaos.
[Very few Sacred Gears are actually useful for you. The Sacred Gears are by birth flawed and doomed to never surpass the strength of their origin world. Instead of claiming them, devour them for World Essence. The stronger the Sacred Gear the greater the World Essence.]
Indeed, she was right.
It was common sense.
He could not refuse her because his knowledge of Sacred Gears was limited, only knowing a few that were named and famous.
In fact, most of Kaguya's knowledge still came from him. Her collection of World Essence in the initial stages only lets her gather surface-level information.
Perhaps, even stealing the Boosted Gear or Divine Dividing won't be much beneficial unless they could actually double or divide strength limitlessly.
If that were the case Issei and Vali would've been invincible.
Tatsuya wondered what the limitations of these gears were, if he could find some loopholes to exploit these gears then unlike what Kaguya said they would be infinitely useful in the future.
I'll let the main body look into it later.
"How much World Essence will I get if I devour her Sacred Gear?"
[Twilight Healing... 1000 units.]
Tatsuya frowned before sighing.
He hoped for a bit more but oh well... he'd save it for later. Asia still had value with her Scared Gear. She would become a good peerage member of his since he'd be promoted to a High-Class Devil soon.
For now, his gaze slithered down to the nun-helpless, ripe, and all his.
Her soft lips parted slightly, drool pooling at the corner, begging to be violated.
Since his other half was stuck playing nice at the Gremory Mansion, this clone was free to unleash every filthy urge.
He placed her soul back inside her body as the red thread connecting her hadn't been severed yet.
He yanked her habit (ie. habit is the term for the long piece of clothes nuns or monks wear) up, exposing her creamy thighs and the thin strip of white panties clinging to her cunt.
His fingers dug into her flesh, bruising as he spread her legs wide, her limp body flopping like a ragdoll.
Her pussy lips peeked through the damp fabric, already glistening... he hadn't even touched her yet.
He ripped the panties off, the sound echoing as he plunged two fingers into her tight, wet hole without warning.
She twitched faintly, a soft whimper slipping out, but her eyes stayed shut.
God's little slut, defenseless.
He pumped his fingers hard, her slick walls clenching around him, juices dripping down his knuckles.
"She's soaked," He whispered, pulling out to smear her wetness across her thighs.
He grabbed her jaw, forcing her mouth open, and shoved his dripping fingers past her lips, gagging her unconscious throat.
Her tongue lolled against them, warm and slick, as he fucked her mouth with his hand, drool spilling down her chin.
He straddled her chest, unzipping his pants to free his throbbing cock, thick and veined, leaking precum.
He slapped it against her face, smearing her cheeks with his musk, before jamming it into her slack mouth.
Her throat spasmed as he thrust deep, balls slapping her chin, her gurgled breaths bubbling around his shaft.
Whenever Tatsuya split his consciousness he always found the one side he paid less attention to would be prone to some madness and anger.
Now, Tatsuya wouldn't deny that his mind was always chaotic and full of desire, but he usually hid them under an elegant display, not truly disgracing himself in front of anyone.
But the clone?
"Take it, you holy cunt," he snarled, gripping her hair to ram her head down harder, skull bouncing off the floor.
He pulled out, strings of spit connecting her lips to his tip, and flipped her onto her stomach like a cheap toy.
Her ass jiggled as he yanked her hips up, spreading her cheeks to expose her puckered hole, tight and untouched.
He spat on it, rubbing the saliva in with his thumb before shoving his cock in raw, tearing into her ass with one brutal thrust.
Her body jolted, a muffled cry trapped in her throat, but she stayed limp, ass clenching around him like a vice.
He pounded her relentlessly, skin slapping skin, her hole stretching wide as blood and precum mixed into a filthy lube.
"God won't save this ass," He hissed, reaching around to twist her nipples through her habit, hard enough to bruise.
He flipped her again, spreading her thighs to ram his cock back into her sopping cunt, splitting her open.
Her walls clamped around him, hot and greedy, as he fucked her raw, hips slamming so hard her body slid across the floor.
He yanked her habit down, freeing her tits; soft, perky, with pink nipples begging to be ruined.
He sucked one into his mouth as her unconscious form rocked beneath him, a broken doll as he shoved his fingers back into her ass while drilling her pussy.
He pulled out, jerking his cock fast, and sprayed thick ropes of cum across her face-coating her lashes, lips, and hair.
"Defiled little nun," He chuckled, smearing his load into her skin with his dick, painting her as his.
He wasn't done-grabbing her limp hand, he wrapped it around his shaft, using her fingers to jerk himself hard again.
Her feet were next-he pressed them together, fucking the soles, her toes curling as his cum oozed between them.
Every hole, every inch.
He claimed her, a merciless god breaking his own sacred toy.
Tatsuya's grin twisted wider as he glared down at the nun, her unconscious body splayed out like a sacrificial offering.
Her cunt still glistened from his last assault, thighs trembling faintly, a slick mess pooling beneath her.
He grabbed her hips, flipping her onto her knees, ass up high-perfectly positioned for him to wreck.
With a guttural grunt, he slammed his cock into her pussy, so hard her whole body lurched forward, tits scraping the floог.
Her walls clamped tight around him, sucking him in as he pounded her mercilessly, hips crashing with bone-rattling force.
"Fucking take it," he snarled, gripping her ass cheeks so hard they turned red, spreading them wide to watch her hole stretch.
He thrust deeper, faster, the wet slap of his balls against her clit echoing like a drumbeat in the empty room.
Her limp form rocked violently, head lolling, drool spilling from her slack mouth onto the stone.
He yanked her back by her glistening blonde hair, arching her spine unnaturally, and rammed even harder, her pussy squelching with every brutal plunge.
Her ass jiggled wildly as he pulled out, only to slam into her tight little asshole, stretching it wide open with no mercy.
She twitched, a faint moan slipping past her lips, but he didn't care and kept fucking her ass raw, balls deep, relentless.
He leaned over, spitting into her gaping mouth, then shoved his fingers in, hooking them to stretch her cheeks wide.
"God's slut loves it dirty," He laughed drilling her ass while finger-fucking her throat, her body jerking like a puppet.
He pulled out of her ass with a wet pop, grabbed her ankles, and hoisted her legs over his shoulders, folding her in half.
Her cunt gaped, dripping, as he plunged back in, pounding so hard her hips bucked off the ground with every thrust.
He slammed her down, pinning her under his weight, and fucked her pussy into the floor, grinding her clit raw.
Her tits bounced wildly-he grabbed them, squeezing until they swelled red, nipples hard as he twisted them viciously.
He spat on her face, rubbing it in with his cock, then jammed it back into her mouth, choking her with savage thrusts.
Her throat bulged around him, spit and precum bubbling out as he skull-fucked her, slamming her head back with each pump.
He flipped her again, ass up, and mounted her like an animal, driving his cock into her cunt with feral, earth-shaking force.
Her body slid forward-he yanked her back, impaling her deeper, her walls spasming as he smashed her limits.
He grabbed her arms, pulling them behind her like reins, and rode her harder, her shoulders straining as he wrecked her pussy.
"She won't break will she?" He was slamming so deep that her ass clapped against his thighs, the sound obscene and loud.
He switched holes mid-thrust, burying himself in her ass again, pounding with such fury her whole frame shuddered uncontrollably.
Her unconscious moans grew louder, pitiful and wrecked, as he stretched her asshole wide, relentless and unforgiving.
He reached under, rubbing her clit hard and fast, forcing her pussy to gush, juices spraying as he fucked her ass into oblivion.
He pulled out, straddling her face, and shoved his cock down her throat again, balls smacking her chin with bruising force.
Her lips stretched around him, drooling messily as he fucked her face raw, hips pistoning like a machine.
He yanked her up by the neck, bending her backward, and slammed into her cunt standing, bouncing her on his dick like a toy.
Her legs dangled uselessly, body flopping as he drove up into her, smashing her insides with every punishing thrust.
He spun her around, pinning her against the wall, and fucked her ass upright, lifting her off the ground with each savage pump.
Her head lolled back, mouth open, as he pounded her holes in turns-cunt, ass, cunt-destroying her without pause.
He dropped her to the floor, straddling her chest, and fucked her tits, squeezing them tight around his cock, thrusting hard.
"Defiled little bitch," he spat, unloading thick streams of cum across her face, neck, and chest, painting her in his filth.
He wasn't done.
"Clean," He muttered before grabbing her hair and dragging her up, bent her over, and slammed back into her ass, fucking her senseless.
Her body quaked, a ruined mess, as he pounded her harder, deeper, claiming every inch of God's fallen nun.
Asia was raped throughout the night.
****
Tatsuya woke up with a small yawn on both sides.
His vision fractured once again as the main body started talking with Rias while he caressed Asia's soft hair.
His cock had stayed sheathed in her mouth the entire night as he slept crossed-legged with Asia's head in his lap.
Her throat worked as a cocksleave and Tatsuya had slept soundly with the wet warmth around his cock.
The spit she had to swallow made the walls of her throat move as she gulped her spit with his hard cock occupying most of the space.
Having woken up Tatsuya used her as a fucktoy once again, grabbing her hair and using her mouth to his pleasure as the main body made fake promises to Rias.
"Don't I get something from this?" He asked no one in particular but he soon noticed hundreds of golden threads appearing from Asia's body.
[Fate of Asia Argento completely altered. Her virginity and future relationship with Issei have been destroyed. Stolen one of the future wives of Issei. Reward-500 World Essence]
"Hmm, I'll get more from Rias and Akeno right?"
[Indeed, the value of all the future harem members of Issei Hyoudou is not the same.]
Tatsuya nodded in satisfaction as Kaguya absorbed all the threads of Chaos.
He gently placed Asia on the floor and healed her with a medicinal pill. Then, he let [Clean] do the rest of the work as he got up.
His eyes turned cold as he headed towards the room of Issei.
He looked down at the sleeping boy and rubbed his chin.
"Should I just rape his mother in front of him again? Or should I torture her? Maybe burning her in front of him? Perhaps impaling her with multiple spikes?" Tatsuya frowned as he contemplated some easy options, "No... this still won't be enough. The mental stimulation won't be more than what he experienced when I raped her. I can't really kill his mother either. She'll play an important role in controlling him in the future."
Tatsuya paced around the room a bit before sighing.
"Let's just do what I did with Ichinose's class." Tatsuya's eyes shone as his consciousness flew outside of the clone's body and drilled into Issel's.
****
Tatsuya's consciousness floated high above, drifting through the vast sky as he gazed down at the strange, twisted version of the world below him.
The dream realm copied Kuoh almost perfectly, but not quite-little flaws stood out everywhere.
His eyes caught one house, its lights glowing bright against the dark.
He flew down fast and slipped inside, only to see Issei crawling on the floor like a wounded animal.
In front of him was his mother... being raped by 'him' or 'hims'?
Both clones gangbanged his mother as he screamed wildly. His emotions were bubbling to the point the dream realm was shaking.
And the most mysterious of all was the flashing red glow of the sky, as if all clouds were drenched in blood.
Whenever Issei screamed or his emotions fluctuated greatly the clouds inflated as if about to burst.
But whenever the point of bursting was reached Tatsuya noticed the dim glow in Issei's eyes. As if something had forcefully interfered and stopped the red glow from erupting despite the torrent of emotions.
"Hmph!" Tatsuya snorted coldly, he floated behind Issei and began manipulating the dream.
Issei felt everything become vivid, the pain returned as his eyes became blurry with tears. His mother screamed in pain, her voice screeching in his ears.
And if that wasn't enough, the scene continued to replay, sometimes slowing down on specific moments like his mother cumming or trembling from pain as she was pierced and ravaged in both holes.
Sometimes his face would appear beside the rape, an inch away from the pussy and dick that were merging into one again and again.
Like this Tatsuya tortured him for hours as the clouds began to crack.
There were literal cracks in the cloud.
Thunderclaps boomed in the sky.
As the cracks began to grow Tatsuya grinned and clicked his fingers.
The dream began to change again.
The gangrape began again and Issei screamed..
But this time his own face popped up right next to them, inches away from the pounding mess of dick and pussy smashing together over and over.
She smiled at him softly, as if trying to comfort him even though her body was being rocked back and forth roughly.
Issei saw it.
He saw her quivering lips.
Her trembling pupils.
Her pale face, drenched in liquids he refused to name.
With a shaky, half-shattered arm, she reached out, brushing his cheek gently, a fleeting touch of love amid the brutality.
Issei's heart was being torn apart.
"Mom... Mom... Mom... Mom..." He cried repeatedly, as he tried to hold her hand with his own, failing to do so due to broken limbs.
"P-please leave Issei... don't seek revenge. M-Mom just wants to see you happ-" She didn't get to complete her words as one of the Devils shoved his cock into her mouth.
Her eyes flared with revulsion and dread, the mask of calm shattering in an instant.
The Devil grunted in pleasure as he wrapped both his hands around her neck, as if trying to massage his cock with her throat.
He didn't notice the veins bulging in his arms, thick with exertion.
Her face flushed red, then drained white, her choked gasps fading as her eyes bulged in panic.
Her eyes turned wide with terror.
"STOP! YOU BASTARD YOU'RE KILLING HER. JUST STOP PLEASE STO-"
Crack!
A sickening sound erupted.
"...Mom?"
Issei crawled forward as the hand caressing his face fell down lifelessly.
"...Mom?"
Issei repeated as he looked at the only parent he had left in life, losing the life in her eyes.
The Devils had long disappeared, as if turned into smoke, evaporating from view.
"Mom, say something... please." Issei shook her body with his bloody hands.
No response.
For a moment there was silence....
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAΑΑΗΗΗΗΗΗ ΜΟΜ! ΜΟΜ! AAAAAAARGH-!!!"
A heart-wrenching scream bellowed in the dream realm and everything shook.
Tatsuya's eyes shone in glee as the young boy repeatedly bashed his head onto the ground in anger.
The clouds rumbled before breaking apart, unable to hold back the seething rage of Issei Hyoudou.
Issei cradled his mother's dirtied body in his arms as he stared at the sky with blood streaking down his face in the form of tears.
There was one change that occurred.
On his left arm, something appeared.
A red gauntlet with a green jewel and 2 golden spikes.
Tatsuya looked at the storm of golden threads around Issei and eyes widened in surprise, lips twitching with disbelief.
Have the Chaos threads be absorbed by the main body.
Give Tiamat a good show.
After he spoke he saw the threads of Chaos, numbered in probably tens of thousands disappear, flying off in a certain direction.
The dream realm began shattering like a broken mirror. Pieces of broken shards began hailing down and Tatsuya witnessed it all as he stared at the broken brown-haired boy.
"What do you think? Was I too cruel..." Tatsuya turned around, softly smiling at the red shadow that loomed behind him menacingly, "...Red Dragon of Domination?"
"State your name." Ddraig's voice rumbled like distant thunder, ignoring the question. His proud, arrogant demeanor was evident in every syllable.
"They call me the Soul Reaper."
"I did not ask what they call you." The dragon's ancient eyes narrowed, piercing through Tatsuya's facade.
Tatsuya paused, studying the colossal dragon before shifting his gaze to Issei's crumpled form. The boy seemed on the verge of despair, as if ready to end his own life.
His eyes softened as they lingered on Issei. "I hope to rid the world of the inhumane."
Ddraig scoffed, his massive nostrils flaring as his eyes narrowed in undisguised disdain.
"What has happened to my current host?" The dragon's concern for Issei slipped through his imperious tone. Neither acknowledged that Tatsuya had dodged Ddraig's initial demand.
"Two devils killed his father and humiliated his mother." Tatsuya's voice remained eerily calm despite the horrific nature of his words. "After picking the boy up, I sensed your presence and decided to help him. The Sekiryuutei will be useful for my future goals, though..." He tilted his head curiously. "Why were you unable to awaken until now, finally requiring my manipulation?"
Ddraig didn't respond immediately. His silence hung heavily as the Dream Realm began fracturing around them.
"Something was stopping me," the dragon finally admitted. "It felt like I wasn't supposed to awaken at that moment... I felt constrained, despite the tempest of emotion from my host being far more than enough to awaken the Boosted Gear."
There was a hint of fear in Ddraig's voice, unnoticed by the dragon himself.
"How odd..." Tatsuya remarked, his expression betraying none of his inner thoughts.
Ddraig did not need to know about the Heavenly Spirit.
"We shall talk again once Issei awakens. I'll explain more about the current situation then." Tatsuya turned to leave but paused. "Ah, by the way, don't tell Issei I'm the Soul Reaper for now. Consider it a favor in return for waking you up."
"Hmm, acceptable."
The dream shattered like glass.
****
The real Tatsuya opened his eyes after absorbing all the World Essence.
"Lord Chaos?" Tiamat's voice cut through his consciousness, laced with concern.
He ignored her, remaining silent. After gaining such a vast amount of Chaos Energy and the information from Ddraig, he needed to untangle the chaos in his mind.
"How complicated," he sighed, his gaze drifting to Kaguya, whose troubled expression hinted at deeper worries.
Her usually composed features were now twisted with concern.
'This Pseudo-Spirit seems far more capable than what you've told me, Kaguya.'
"It shouldn't be like this. Wrong... wrong." Kaguya's expression vanished abruptly, her warm demeanor evaporating like morning dew.
Her true personality-that of a cold, calculating machine-resurfaced. Her eyes glittered like distant stars in the night sky.
It was as if she were trying to calculate something far beyond his comprehension.
"Can I have 1,000 World Essence?" Her voice was flat.
'Go ahead.'
It was abundantly clear that Kaguya wasn't playing around. If it would clarify the situation, Tatsuya wouldn't hesitate to relinquish all the World Essence he had just gained.
"A Pseudo-Spirit contacting its inhabitants... directly manipulating the actions of its Fate Bearers..." Kaguya muttered, her words barely audible.
The Chaos threads floating around her vanished as she exhaled a turbid breath, heavy with realization.
Suddenly!
Her hands began trembling violently, and Tatsuya felt his heartbeat quicken painfully. This was the first time he had ever seen Kaguya panic-a terrifying sight from a being of her caliber.
'Kaguya! What's wrong?'
"I was wrong... I was wrong from the start." Her voice trembled. "How could this have happened? Is this the result of an Anomaly's cursed fate?" Kaguya muttered to herself, her lashes quivering with emotion, her behavior utterly unbefitting a Heavenly Being.
She turned to Tatsuya, her expression filled with regret.
"You were right... you were right all along, Tatsuya. This world is an exception." Kaguya gritted her teeth, the admission clearly agonizing. "This isn't the domain of a Tier-3 Heavenly Spirit at all!"
'...explain'
The revelation thundered through his mind like a storm.
'Explain. Now.'
"I used the Chaos Energy to glimpse the condition of this world's Heaven's Domain, and..." Kaguya let out a breath so heavy it seemed to carry the weight of worlds. "The Heavenly Spirit is in the midst of transcending..."
'You mean...'
"The Heavenly Spirit is evolving into a Tier-4 entity..."
Kaguya shuddered visibly, fear etched into her face.
"...a true Heavenly Being."
Tatsuya closed his eyes briefly, gathering himself before opening them again. When he did, his gaze was icy cold.
'Tell me everything I need to know right now. We're not at a dead end yet.'
"The Heavenly Spirit is trying to merge its domain with another. Originally, it was supposed to ascend in a few years, but now that it has sensed our actions, it's hastening the process." Kaguya's voice grew more urgent with each word. "If I'm correct, beings far stronger than the Dragon God of Dreams and the Dragon God of Infinity will arrive, and the first ones they'll target will be us- the Anomaly."
'The more free Chaos, the worse it is for the Heavenly Spirit, right? Should I just kill Issei?'
"No, you can't. Though the Heavenly Spirit would fail to transcend, it would still ensure our destruction along with it. Our best chance to survive is to avoid provoking it entirely. Right now, it disdains dealing with us despite sensing our presence, because for a Heavenly Being, nothing is more important than transcending. As long as you don't kill Issei, it won't interfere."
'Fuck.'
This wasn't how it was supposed to go....
Tatsuya couldn't help but regret abandoning DxD all those years ago. Who could have imagined the repercussions would be this severe?
He couldn't shake the thought that his lack of knowledge about DxD had left Kaguya unable to properly assess this world's true nature.
Tatsuya paced the room, worry gnawing at him.
Tiamat remained silent.
****
Bad.
This was extremely bad.
For the first time, a growing sense of horror bloomed in my heart. If the Heavenly Being transcended, it would mean our end.
Even though I'd acted as cautiously as possible, deep down, I'd always hoped Kaguya was right.
Right that the odds of this world being an exception were astronomically low.
But!
Despite my racing pulse, I forced myself to calm down.
A year... how should I proceed in a year?
First and foremost, I'd have to accelerate my plans tremendously.
This ruined everything I had intended for Issei and the Underworld.
Damned luck.
"Let's go." I stood up and left the room with light steps. Tiamat followed behind me, asking nothing.
Knowing I wielded thousands of strands of Chaos should've solidified my identity as 'Chaos'. Yet, she couldn't be told about the state of 'Order'.
Tiamat's cooperation with me was purely transactional.
The moment I ceased to be useful, her loyalty would vanish without a trace.
But that was fine.
From the beginning, I trusted no one but myself.
Tools were meant to be used and discarded, not clung to like burdens.
A year, she says...
Alright.
****
Rumors had spread far and wide.
The engagement ceremony of Yamamoto Tatsuya and Rias Gremory would take place in a week.
The Undying Immortal, having humiliated the Phenex Family, now looked down on the rest of the Noble Devils. As if to slap them in the face, he had dragged the Dragon King of Chaos from the Familiar Forest to become his familiar.
And for these feats, he was to be promoted to a High-Class Devil before his engagement!
While the Underworld buzzed with excitement, beneath the demonic sky of Hell, a luxurious flying carriage blazed through artificial clouds.
A trail of golden energy lingered in its wake as the horses pulling the carriage galloped tirelessly.
-Inside the carriage sat four individuals.-
"How does it feel to become a High-Class Devil just a day after reincarnating?" Sirzechs teased. "You're the first in history to achieve such a feat."
"You praise me too much", Tatsuya replied with a bitter smile. "Isn't it mostly because of that crazy dragon?"
Tatsuya had been playing the part of someone troubled by Tiamat's presence.
Yet, a subtle tension lingered.
The influence of taming the strongest Dragon King was too significant for a Low-Class Devil to wield. If Sirzechs had once seen him as a spearhead, Tatsuya was now a ticking time bomb he needed to contain.
Tatsuya alone wasn't a threat, but Tiamat....
Sirzechs' smile widened. "My, my, you've got quite the humble fiancé." He turned to the pouting Rias.
She refused to speak, stubbornly gazing out the window as if avoiding conversation.
Sirzechs clutched his chest, feigning a grievous wound.
Fake tears streamed down his face as he leaned his head on Grayfia's shoulder. Grayfia wiped them away expressionlessly with a handkerchief, and seeing this, Rias's anger flared.
"Can you stop being childish, Onii-sama!"
"You're the one ignoring me! How am I childish- Ouch, ouch!?"
Rias stomped on his foot.
Grayfia sighed at their antics, while Tatsuya couldn't help but smile. He placed a hand on Rias's shoulder and spoke softly, "Alright, let it go. He's doing this for you, after all. Remember what I said-I'll never leave your side."
Rias hesitated, softened by his words. Her anger subsided as she nodded at Sirzechs, though her glare lingered.
Sirzechs looked heartbroken.
"My... my cute little sister has been corrupted... her fiancé's words matter more than her Onii-sama's now... All those years of love for naught..."
"You know that's not true!"
"Then what is it, Rias-chan?" Sirzechs rolled his eyes. ''Do you know how much convincing I had to do to get the council to agree to his promotion?"
"But he just joined my peerage!" Rias wasn't against his promotion; she just felt everything was moving too fast, and she disliked that Tiamat was the reason for it.
Rias knew defeating Riser alone wouldn't qualify him as a High-Class Devil, but having a Peak Maou-Class being like Tiamat behind him certainly did.
"We're here," Grayfia murmured softly, her enchanting voice echoing in the carriage.
Tatsuya's eyes flickered briefly hearing her before his emotions subsided.
As they stepped outside, Tatsuya took in the sight of the sprawling city.
Roughly the size of Tokyo, Japan's capital, it mirrored its culture with tall buildings, public transport, and a hospital situated to the right, occupying a significant space.
"That's the Serafall Memorial Hospital, the most advanced in the Underworld," Grayfia explained, noticing his gaze.
"Shouldn't we have gone to Agreas, Nii-san?" Rias took a deep breath of fresh air. She loved the capital for its resemblance to Japan.
"While every qualifying High-Class Devil typically receives their Evil Pieces in Agreas, I asked Beelzebub to make an exception for Tatsuya." Sirzechs winked, and Tatsuya remained silent.
A magic circle erupted beneath them, teleporting them into a mansion.
"Welcome."
A calm, charming voice greeted them as Tatsuya opened his eyes.
His gaze met that of the striking Satan, nearly his equal in appearance.
What truly jolted him was the number hovering above the man's head.
|Ajuka-734,280|
The contrast was staggering.
|Sirzechs-88,750|
|Grayfia 68,710|
|Rias - 6681|
"You are Yamamoto-dono? A pleasure to meet you. I quite enjoyed your duel against Riser Phenex." Ajuka Beelzebub focused solely on Tatsuya, ignoring the others.
He extended his hand for a handshake.
Sirzechs narrowed his eyes but said nothing.
Tatsuya glanced at the hand and shook it without hesitation.
"The pleasure is mine. I've heard many great things about you, Lord Beelzebub." Tatsuya smiled as they clasped hands.
'Immediately cut off any connection he tries to establish, Kaguya. If he pries too deeply, teleport me out of here with however much World Essence it takes.'
Tatsuya didn't dare underestimate this mysterious Devil.
Kaguya hovered behind Tatsuya ethereally, her eyes sharpening dangerously.
Ajuka didn't act suspiciously, though a mysterious glint flickered in his gaze.
He exchanged greetings with the others before leading them into a hidden room.
Upon entering, Tatsuya was greeted by a monolith shaped like a chess "King" at the center. The room was awe-inspiring, adorned with an intricate network of runes, most concentrated around the monolith. The runes shifted and rotated periodically.
"All right, Yamamoto-dono. Place your hand on the stone and focus your Demonic Energy into it," Ajuka said calmly, standing behind the monolith.
Tatsuya nodded, approached the monolith, and placed his hand on it, channeling his energy.
In his battle with Riser, he had always presented himself as having the Demonic Energy of a Low-Class Devil.
But now?
The Demonic Energy around him surged, forming a raging wave. It flowed gracefully before drilling into the monolith.
|Tatsuya - 78|
Rias's eyes widened. "A Middle-Class Devil!? Already?"
"It must be due to his pact with the Chaos Karma Dragon," Grayfia whispered. It wasn't uncommon for stronger beings to boost a Low-Class Devil's strength, and Tiamat, the Chaos Karma Dragon, had likely done so.
As they spoke, Ajuka's eyes glowed, and his own Demonic Energy flared in response. Rias and Grayfia exchanged confused glances, unsure of what was happening.
They had never seen Ajuka personally oversee the creation of anyone's Evil Pieces like this.
A magic circle formed on the ground. A bright light enveloped Tatsuya, and he felt an odd sensation as his Evil Pieces took shape.
A strange connection built between him and the object forming within the monolith.
*Srrrr!*
A faint buzz sounded before an ornate box floated before Tatsuya. Sirzechs, Rias, and Grayfia approached, peering over his shoulder as he opened it.
Fifteen beautiful pieces hovered in a line inside the box.
"A mutation piece!?" Rias gasped, eyeing the slightly altered Queen piece, and Sirzechs smiled.
"I wanted to thank Tatsuya for rescuing you from that forced marriage. Consider this a gift from me, though I now owe Ajuka a favor, haha~"
Ajuka stepped out from behind the monolith, his face expressionless. He nodded at Sirzechs' words. "I've infused considerable Demonic Energy into the Queen Piece. As long as the other party consents to reincarnation, there's no limit to who you can turn into a servant, except for Divine Beings like Gods."
Tatsuya listened to Sirzechs and Ajuka with a thin smile.
"Wait! Does that mean he can turn the Chaos Karma Dragon into his servant!?" Rias felt conflicted. Part of her was thrilled for Tatsuya, but another part ached at the thought of that "slutty dragon" freely pursuing him.
Manipulative bastards. They worded their intentions carefully and used the naive Rias to float the idea of turning Tiamat into a servant to me.
If Tatsuya were an ordinary Devil, he'd already be leaping with joy at the chance to make the strongest Dragon King his servant.
Tatsuya snorted inwardly while feigning a shocked expression.
Seeing this, Sirzechs was inwardly pleased.
Ever since Tatsuya returned with the Chaos Karma Dragon under his command, Sirzechs had been scheming to bind them to the Devil Faction.
For Tatsuya, he planned to tie him using Rias and Ichika and for Tiamat...
If Tiamat could become a Reincarnated Devil, she'd be the second Dragon King to join their ranks.
The prestige of such a feat would greatly benefit the Devils and enhance their appeal to supernatural beings.
With this in mind, Sirzechs had contacted Ajuka and pushed for Tatsuya's promotion to High-Class Devil, despite significant opposition.
Now, they just needed Tatsuya to fall into their schemes and reincarnate Tiamat, who seemed inexplicably determined to follow him.
"Thank you for the consideration, Lord Lucifer, Lord Beelzebub." Tatsuya composed himself before them. The Evil Pieces floated out of the box and merged into his body, now summonable at will.
"Congratulations on becoming a High-Class Devil, Yamamoto-kun." Grayfia was the first to offer heartfelt congratulations, surprising Tatsuya.
For a brief moment, he glanced at Sirzechs from the corner of his eye before turning to Grayfia. "Thank you, Grayfia-san."
"Enough of this! Let's explore the capital city now. Yamamoto, come with me." Rias, growing impatient, grabbed Tatsuya and dragged him along, leaving the adults behind.
She'd been eager to have fun since arriving in the capital..
"Alright, alright~" Tatsuya let himself be pulled with a wry smile.
Her childish excitement brought smiles to the adults in the room.
"They seem quite compatible," Ajuka remarked calmly, and Sirzechs's expression turned thoughtful.
"Did you find anything odd about him? Can you tell why he's able to control Tiamat? It's as if she's under some spell." Sirzechs had noticed Ajuka's actions while he was shaking Tatsuya's hand.
"...I can't tell," Ajuka admitted briefly. "I'd need to speak with Tiamat face-to-face to discern the truth. I'll visit her soon, after all she does owe me a favor. As for Yamamoto Tatsuya, his regeneration doesn't seem to have a traceable source. It's as if it's tied to his soul, not stemming from any mutation or magic."
"The soul...?" Sirzechs' face hardened momentarily. "Are you absolutely certain of his origins?"
"I've checked multiple times. The only inconsistency is that I can't find any record of his sister being kidnapped." Ajuka's voice carried a hint of curiosity.
Sirzechs understood his friend's feelings. Ajuka was unorthodox, driven by an insatiable thirst for knowledge. His pursuit had led him to create the Kankara Formula, an ability that twisted reality itself.
Failing to unravel the mystery of Tatsuya's regeneration must have piqued his academic interest.
"That child seems wary of you, Sirzechs", Ajuka noted, turning to the Lucifer.
Sirzechs smiled, a trace of amusement in his expression.
"Power corrupts." He shrugged, glancing at the conflicted Grayfia. "The boy recognizes his value, especially after taming Tiamat. He's good at heart, but his values are shifting as his power grows, reaching for things beyond his grasp. He's a shrewd one, no doubt."
"So it's greed, then?" Ajuka nodded in understanding. "With Tiamat behind him, it'd be strange if he didn't change."
"He seems to have been under stress for a long time and now that he's somewhat safe and free of responsibility his desires are springing forward," Sirzechs shrugged again. "As long as his core values remain intact, it's fine to indulge him. Keeping him under our control is the priority - letting him enjoy minor benefits is inconsequential as long as it serves us."
Grayfia frowned at Sirzechs' words but held her tongue.
Her heart brimmed with disappointment, though she understood his reasoning.
Ajuka left without a word, preoccupied with other matters.
Silence stretched across the hall as Sirzechs and Grayfia remained.
"You don't have to force yourself," Sirzechs said softly, turning to Grayfia.
Grayfia looked at her husband - the man she'd fallen for half a millennium ago during the most brutal war in history.
Two devils, drenched in blood, had fallen in love at first sight. That fiery passion had fueled their marriage for centuries, but...
A blazing fire eventually cools.
The love remained, but the intensity had faded.
Grayfia smiled, a trace of sadness in her eyes.
"It's no issue. I'll indulge Yamamoto-kun to a limit and ensure he remains loyal to the Gremory Family."
Guilt flickered in Sirzechs's eyes.
He intended to take advantage of the fact that Tatsuya was attracted to Grayfia.
He didn't want to burden his beloved wife, but Tatsuya's situation had grown too complex to leave unchecked.
The current Lucifer consoled himself, believing Tatsuya wouldn't push too far.
He wouldn't dare.
He wouldn't dare cross a line with the Lucifer's wife.
That's what Sirzechs believed.