Being reborn was an interesting experience for him.
Well, no, not really, it wasn't. He was born without any knowledge or memories of his past life. In the beginning, that is. It was on his 10th birthday that he remembered everything. He was outside of his family's manor, in the gardens, practicing his Demonic Power, when all of a sudden, it came rushing in. He doesn't know how, he doesn't know why, but he somehow ended up living as a Pure Blooded Devil in the universe of a manga/anime/light novel he was fond of in his previous life.
Highschool DxD.
He freaked out at first, looking at his parents and older brother with wide, and somewhat scared, eyes. He recovered well enough from what the Doctors described as a 'random anxiety attack.' He'd decided to just leave that as it was; no point in letting everyone worry. He had things to think about. He should have been having panic attacks, an identity crisis, but he didn't. Both sets of memories felt… right.
They felt like him.
If he looked in the mirror, he'd see a 16 year old boy with dark, but bright amber eyes, dark black hair, pointed ears, and a rather handsome face. He wore simple noble attire, plain formal black trousers, black boots, a white tunic, and a black cloak over his shoulders, with the symbol of his clan on the back. He was built for his age, mainly due to the fact that he had expectations to live up to. He may not be the heir of his Clan, but e was the son of the head. He had to be strong, in body, power, and mind.
His name is Corvus Bael, and this is his story.
"Well, isn't this an interesting turn of events?" Corvus asked himself as he saw something he'd been waiting for for a while. He'd walked into the throne room of the Bael Palace to request something of his father, finding someone he hadn't seen in some time standing before his father, who was on his throne. Sairaorg Bael, his older brother by two years. He had not seen him for some time now.
Additionally, his younger brother by three years, Magdaran Bael, Heir to the Bael Clan, was standing beside their father.
"It's finally happening." he thought to himself with a small smirk. He'd been looking forward to this for some time. "What seems to be the commotion here?" he asked as he approached the three. "Sairaorg?" He asked, feigning mild surprise.
"Corvus." Sairaorg said with a small smile. "It's been a while. I'm glad to see you."
"Likewise, Brother." Corvus replied with a small smile.
"Enough with the pleasantries." Lord Bael snapped. "Tell me why you are here, Defect." he spat in Sairaorg's direction. "You and your mother were banished to the farthest reaches of Bael territory." he growled. If Sairaorg was intimidated, he didn't allow it to show. He stood firm, his gaze hard, and his fists at his side.
"I've come to challenge my younger brother for the title of Heir!" He declared, looking his father directly in the eyes. The head of the House simply glared.
"You are not a Bael. By my perspective, and that of every other member of my Clan, you are Sairaorg Vapula, and have no right to declare such a challenge." He growled out. "Those who do not inherit the Power of Destruction are not Baels. Now begone, I've had enough of you." Corvus narrowed his amber eyes. No way is Sairaorg going to surrender so easily.
"Then what of a wager?" He crossed his arms. "My Pawn for the Title."
Corvus' eyes widened. "He couldn't mean…"
His father snorted in amusement. "The fact that you have a servant baffles me. Why would I want it?"
"Because he's the spirit of the Longinus, Regulus Nemea."
Silence.
"Ahem." Corvus drew the attention to himself. "Did I hear you correct, Sairaorg? Your servant is the spirit of a Longinus?" Sairaorg simply nodded. "Not the host, the spirit himself?" The teen asked for clarification.
"Correct. His master was murdered. When I found him, it was clear that a fight had taken place. The battle axe, Regulus Nemea, had turned into a lion and slaughtered everyone there. That's when I decided to make him a part of my Peerage." he explained. Corvus hummed in false thought.
"Fascinating." He turned to his father. "You know, Sairaorg is now the first ever Pure-Blooded Devil to own a Longinus." He said. "Clearly, the Vapula blood within him plays a part here." he crossed his arms.
"Impressive, I'll admit." Lord Bael crossed his arms. "Taming the Nemean Lion was not something I expected of you of all people, and it's not something that can be likened to sheer luck either." he chuckled humorlessly. "What should we call you then, the Lion King?"
Sairaorg simply stared into his father's eyes."Do we have a deal or not?" he demanded.
Lord Bael closed his violet eyes, the ones that Sairaorg and Magdaran inherited. He seemed to be in thought before he opened them again. "Very well." he said simply. "Magdaran, I expect you to show this defect what the true power of Bael is." He sent a sharp look to his youngest,
Magdaran gulped inaudibly. "Y-yes Father."
Corvus and Lord Bael stood outside in the Palace's courtyard, where the eldest and youngest of the latter's sons were to do battle. The victor would determine the future of the entire Clan, as well as the fate of Sairaorg's Pawn. Corvus was surprised that his brother actually bet his most prized servant so easily. You wouldn't think he'd do such a thing, given his character in the anime, and his backstory. Either Sairaorg would do anything to attain his rightful place, or he was confident enough in his abilities that he didn't mind putting something, someone, he cared about on the line.
Corvus speculate's it to be the latter.
"Begin!" Lord Bael called out.
Almost immediately, Magdaran threw a bullet of Demonic Power at Sairaorg, hitting him square in the jaw. Nobody, not even Corvus, was surprised when the hit sent the teen flying into a tree.
"Now we can put this nonsense behind us." Lord Bael said with a sigh.
"Not so fast father." Corvus said simply, earning a look from his father. "Sairaorg came here with confidence. I'm not convinced he'd fall so easily." He said, pointing to the tree. The Head's eyes widened as he saw Sairaorg standing up.
"Nice aim little brother." he said with a light groan. "Unfortunately, there wasn't much power in that blow. You shouldn't hold back." His stance hardened as a silver glow coated his entire body. "You're title of Heir is at risk after all!" he charged.
Panicked, Magdaran threw blast after blast of Demonic Power and Power of Destruction at his incoming brother. They would have hit, if Sairaorg wasn't as fast as he was that is. The silver glow seemed to give him an incredible boost in speed and strength.
"Touki…" Corvus whispered in interest.
Magdaran was unable to dodge the fist that landed right at his jaw, sending him flying back farther than he did to his brother, right at the tow spectators. Corvus just followed the flying boy with his eyes, watching as he plummeted right towards him and his father. He couldn't help but smirk as his father caught the boy. The befuddled look on Lord Bael's face as he stared at the unconscious boy in his arms was camera worthy.
"Well…" The amber eyed teen spoke up with a small, amused smirk. "It seems that the Clan's future is the hands of one Sairaorg Bael." He said to his father, walking towards his older brother. "I had a matter I wished to discuss with you, but it can wait a few days. I imagine you'll be busy." he said as he walked.
He wanted to catch up with his older brother.
"One blow. I'm incredibly impressed." Corvus said as he and Sairaorg strolled through the elaborate halls of the Bael castle. They were large enough to fit a dragon, and wide enough for a ship.
"Thanks." Sairaorg grinned. "I worked hard to get where I am. You have no idea how glad I am that it all paid off." he sighed wistfully.
"I can imagine." His younger brother said simply.
"You still don't emote much do you?" The new Bael Heir asked with a deadpan face.
"I don't see much point." Corvus shrugged.
"Some people think you're a machine at times, you know that?" Sairaorg asked.
"I do." Corvus replied. "I just don't care." He said. Time to change the topic. "How is Lady Misla by the way?" He asked. He wasn't sure when Sairaorg's mother was going to fall into a coma. She may have already.
"Not too great actually." Sairaorg sighed sadly. "She's been sick this past month. She's weak, sleeps a lot, and hardly eats, has a fever often, I'm worried." He said softly.
"She's been through a lot." Corvus reminded him. "This could just be extreme exhaustion. Have you tried any medicine?" He asked.
Sairaorg nodded. "Nothing works." He sighed.
"That is troubling." Corvus said softly. Suddenly, he felt a large hand clap on his back, making him stumble forward.
"Yeah, but Mom would be upset if she found out I was moping around about it." Sairaorg gave a slightly forced grin. "She wants me to work for my dream, and I intend to do just that, not just for myself, but for her." he held up a clenched fist.
"You always were ambitious." Corvus smirked slightly as they continued their walk. "I'd like to take you on, one on one, some time soon. I'd like to see which one of us comes out on top." he said with a fist raised.
"Anytime, any place, little brother." Sairaorg said, bumping his brother's fist with his own as they approached a crossroad in the hallway. "This is where we part ways. I haven't seen my room in years. Not looking forward to that." He grinned sheepishly.
Corvus smirked again. "You never were the most tidy child." He said, turning. His room was to the left, Sairaorg's was straight ahead. "We can speak more tomorrow." he said, holding up a hand as he walked.
"Tomorrow it is." Sairaorg smiled and continued on his way.
As Corvus walked through the hallway, he passed by several of the servants of the Bael Household, mostly butlers and maids. It bothered him a little when the maids started giving him lascivious stares after he hit puberty, but he didn't react to them, in the hopes that it would stop eventually.
It didn't.
He couldn't be all that surprised though. Corvus looks a lot like his father, though he did resemble his mother more. With his father being the, admittedly, handsome man he is, and his mother being the beauty she is, it was no surprise to him that he was attractive. His experience with the opposite sex was little in his past life, but not to the point where he had none whatsoever. Eventually, however, he just rolled with it.
He'd heard that when Lord Bael was his age, he was already waking up with at least three maids in his bed a few times a week. Well, let's just say that once or twice, Corvus followed his father's example. He wouldn't just grab some maid and bring her to his bed, never. It was the maids that approached him. Most of the time, he rejected their advances, but there were some days, few and far between, that the stress of being a Bael, with all the studying and training, got to him more than he cared to admit. And, well, the maids helped him with that.
His mother gave him quite the lecture when she found two maids in his bedroom.
On the topic of his mother, her name was Sylvia Baal, one of the last two members of the Baal Clan, and Extra Demon Clan that has served the Bael Clan for generations, similar to the relationship between the Lucifuge Clan and the Lucifer Clan. She was a mistress to Lord Bael once upon a time. He'd managed to charm her into sharing her bed many times, and when she fell pregnant, she was overjoyed. When it was revealed that her son, Corvus, had inherited the Clan Traits of both the Bael and Baal Clans, she was amazed. However, after seeing the way Lord Bael treated his eldest child, she promptly ended things with him, appalled at his actions, and went to live with her best friend from childhood, Venelana Gremory, nee Bael.
Of course, she couldn't take Corvus with her sadly, despite fighting tooth and nail to do so. Unfortunately, despite being illegitimate, Corvus was a member of the Bael Clan, and he had the Power of Destruction, and the Baal Clan's Trait. He wasn't going to let that go very easily. In the end, Corvus was allowed to spend a week at Gremory Clan every month so that he could see his mother and extended family.
Such a trip was actually coming up in the next few days actually.
As he walked, two figures came into few, each leaning against either side of the hall wall. One was a boy, around a year or two younger than Corvus, wearing a simple suit consisting of a white collared shirt, black chinos, black shoes, and an open black blazer. He didn't wear any kind of a tie, and he had a pair of shades over his eyes. His black hair was tied back, with his bangs left to dangle.
The other figure was much bigger than the boy. It was at least two metres tall, with a large tail extending from his lower back. Dark purple scales adorned its body, and two yellow horns extruded from it's head, which featured a crocodile-like snout that had bright crimson eyes. Lastly, two large reptilian wings protruded from it's back, and it wore a loin cloth over its crotch. This creature was a dragon, standing on two legs, with his arms crossed.
These two were Connla and Bova Tannin, Corvus' only two Peerage members, a Bishop and a Rook, respectively.
He didn't stop walking, even when he saw them. He just continued walking, right past them. After passed them, they unfolded their arms and followed after their Master.
"And? What did he say Master?" Connla asked with a small hint of eagerness in his tone.
"Another matter came up. I wasn't able to ask him." Corvus said simply.
"What?" Bova Tannin whined like a child. "More waiting?"
"Unfortunately." Corvus sighed, though not because of the waiting. "My older brother, Sairaorg, returned today. He challenged Magdaran for the Title of Heir." he explained.
"Really?" Connla asked in surprise. Corvus nodded.
"And? How was the fight?" Bova grinned widely.
"Interesting, albeit boring." The King of the group replied honestly. "Sairaorg took a blow to the face, but it did nothing. Then he brought out his Touki and took Magdaran down in one blow." he summarised.
"Ugh, how come there aren't any good fights around here?" Bova whined once more.
"Touki? Impressive." Connla slid his shades up. Corvus agreed.
"I'll approach my father again before I head out to the Gremory Clan. You're both welcome to stay here when I do, as per usual." he told them.
"I'll do just that." Bova sighed. "I don't think I can handle Gremory's Queen this time around." He shivered, making Corvus and Connla smirk.
"I will go with you, Master." The Hero descendant said to his King, prompting a nod. "What do we do until then?" He asked.
"Continue with contracts, training, and studying. I'll speak to Father soon enough."
"You had me at 'training' Boss." Bova said happily. Corvus rolled his eyes.
"I do apologise Father, my Lord. I was not aware you two were meeting." Corvus said as he bowed his head in apology. He was headed for the Gremory Clan tomorrow, and wanted to speak with his father before he left. Imagine his surprise, when he entered his father's throne room, when he finds his father speaking with one Zekram Bael, the original Bael of the Ars Goetia, and de facto leader of all Devils. Corvus had only met the man a handful of times, and carried great respect for him, despite the few holes in said respect.
Lord Bael was about to speak, telling his son off, but was cut off by Zekram. "It is no issue, young Corvus." The man smiled warmly. "What is it that you require?" he asked, ignoring the current Head of the House, who was grumbling.
"I'd come to request something of my father."
"Being?"
"I wish to go to human world in the hopes of building my Peerage." That surprised the two elder Baels.
"The human world?" Zekram asked in interest, receiving a nod in response.
"My Peerage only has two members, one of which I met completely by chance on a trip to Ireland with my mother. The other is a childhood friend and rival." Corvus explained. "I don't see myself building a strong Peerage whilst stuck here in the Underworld."
"Valid." Zekram agreed, surprising the current Lord Bael.
"My Lord, you can't-"
"And why not?" Zekram cut the man off lazily. "The boy's right. If he stays here, he's unlikely to build a powerful Peerage." He turned his attention to his younger descendant. "Your consists of a Hero descendant and a Dragon, correct?"
"Yes Sir." The teen nodded. "My Bishop, Connla, is a descendant of the son of the Ulster Champion, and he wields the Sacred Gear Night Reflection. My Rook, Bova Tannin, is te the son of the Blaze Meteor Dragon." He explained.
"A very good start to your Peerage." Zekram praised the teen, eliciting a small smile before he turned to the boy's father. "Your son is obviously a charismatic individual if he can convince two such people to serve him. I believe time in the human world would be beneficial to him." He told the man.
Lord bael was internally fuming. No way in hell did he want his son in the human world. Those pathetic hairless apes mingling with a member of the Bael Clan? Bastard son or not, he wouldn't stand for it. And yet now, here is one of the most respected Devils in the Underworld saying that such a scandal was alright with him. And worse yet, he couldn't refute him.
"Fine." Lord Bael said through gritted teeth. "He can go after the upcoming gathering." He bit out.
"Excellent." Zekram grinned widely. "With the recent passing of Cleria Belial, the town she ruled over in Japan, Kuoh, is now vacant and available." he told the amber eyed teen, surprising him. "Would that suit your needs?" He asked.
"Certainly." Corvus nodded gratefully, though inside, he was grinning like a maniac. Kuoh would become his territory, not Rias', meaning he'd have an excuse to get involved with anything that happens in the future. "Thank you very much, Father, My Lord." he bowed his head. "I will take my leave. Connla and I have to prepare for the trip to Gremory Territory." He said, making his way out. The whole time, he was smirking at the annoyed look on his father's face.
He always took pleasure in annoying his father, for several reasons. One being the way he treated Sairaorg. He, like his mother, was appalled at the treatment Sairaorg got from their shared father. He'd expected it of course, having seen the anime and reading half the Light Novels, but he never knew the extent of the ridicule and shunning Sairaorg received until he actually saw it before him. Adding in the fact that his father never showed any parental love to him or his siblings like Misla or his own mother did. Even Magdaran's mother shows more love than her husband.
Taking all that into account, it wasn't hard for Corvus to abandon any feelings he might have had for his father. He doesn't care for him, nor what he thinks or says, though he can't let that be known. Plus, he does find it quite amusing when his father gets angry or annoyed. It fills him with glee whenever he thinks about how his father must be feeling now that his 'defective' son is the Heir of the Great King of Bael.
"If only he knew what the future held for him?" he mused with a devilish smirk.
"Well that's the most emotion I've seen on you for a while now." Sairaorg's voice laughed as the elder Bael appeared beside the amber eyed teen.
"Any opportunity to annoy Father is reason to smile." Corvus returned, his hands in his pockets.
"Is it necessary though?" Sairaorg scratched his head.
"He's an ass who doesn't care about us, only the power we display." Corvus gave his brother a hard look. "You're free to see and treat him as you like, but I have no respect or love for him, and I never will." he said with a tone of finality.
"Well, I suppose I can't force you to feel different." Sairaorg sighed. True their father wasn't his favorite person either, but he's never been one to hold a grudge like Corvus.
"You cannot." The younger Bael agreed. "Now, I'm leaving for the Gremory Castle in a few hours. Do you mind keeping an eye on Bova for me?" He asked.
"Sure, but how come?" Sairaorg asked with a raised eyebrow. He was even more confused when Corvus gave a small, sadistic smirk.
"He usually spars with Rias' Queen when we're there and I'm not available. Though he's much stronger than her, she's quite sadistic in battle." The teen's smirk didn't waver. "Last time we were there, Bova fell into a lake and she electrocuted him. I think she may have climaxed truthfully." he chuckled. Sairaorg couldn't help but sweatdrop.
"Very well." he coughed into his fist. "I'll keep him occupied. Any suggestions how?" His only response was a dull look from Corvus. "Right, Dragon, fighting." he facepalmed. Corvus chuckled once more.
"See you in a week, Sairaorg." he said as they parted ways.
"This train always brings back memories." Connla said as he and Corvus sat on a couch in one of cars of the Bael Train. He was playing on hand held video game console while Corvus read a book.
"Oh?" Corvus looked up from his novel. "What kind of memories?" he asked in mild interest.
"The day we met." Connla gave a small smile. Corvus could understand that.
~~Flashback~~
13 year old Corvus was walking through the streets of Galway Ireland, a wide smile on his face, and glamour charm disguising his pointed ears. He and his mother had come to the city for a week long trip so that Corvus could see the human world for the first time. He was human in his past life, not that his mother knew that, so he knew how to handle himself up there, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't ecstatic to be in a different country. He was American way back when, before his soul found itself in the body of infant body of Corvus Bael.
He'd been asked by his mother to head over to the liquor store to pick up an order of a special blend of Irish Whiskey that she's ordered. He'd been skeptical, as he was only 12 years old, and what liquor store that would give booze to a child of that age? Then his mother explained that the owner of the small store was actually a Devil in the service of the Bael Clan, and would know who he was and why he wanted to alcohol, so his worries were assuaged. Somewhat.
After picking up the bottle of liquor, and putting it in his backpack so as to not draw attention, he made his way back to the hotel he and his mother were staying at, taking in the sights. It was most certainly a beautiful city, the harbor especially. He especially loved watching the boats and ships cast off, that was indeed a sight to behold. He'd just made it back to the hotel, and was just outside of his and his mother's room when he heard it.
He wasn't sure what it was, but it sounded like some kind of muffled impact. He wouldn't have picked it up if it weren't for his Devil senses. Then it happened again. His pointed ear twitched slightly as he tried to focus his sense of hearing. Another impact, and something else that was muffled. A groan? A creak of wood? Or…
A gasp escaped him as he heard another sound; a scream.
Placing his backpack inside the hotel room, he rushed to the stairwell. His room was on the top floor, and given that the sounds he was hearing came from above him, that could only mean that the assault was on the roof. He was proven right as he burst through the roof door, his blood boiling at what he saw. Three men, probably all in their 20s, were beating on a young boy, who was probably just about Magdaran's age, maybe a little older, with long, thick, sticks. The boy was huddled on the ground, shielding himself as best he could, to little avail.
"Hey!" Corvus snapped, his eyes turning red as he glared at the men, who all turned their attention to him. "I'm only going to say this once; leave the kid alone, or else." He spoke with a deathly calm in his voice. The men all shared a loom before looking back at Corvus. Then they burst out laughing.
"Haven't laughed like that in a while." One of the thugs chuckled after a moment, calming down. "You got bollocks on ya Lad." He smirked.
"Any particular reason why your mercilessly beating down on a child?" Corvus asked, his arms crossed, his fury burning.
"He's a freak!" Another of the thugs snapped. He seemed to slur his words, and his step was sloppy. He might've been drunk.
"This 'child' is, well, I don't what he is, but that ain't natural." The third thug pointed at the kid. For the first time, Corvus noticed that child's shadow seemed to be waving around him on the ground, in all directions.
"I see…" Corvus said softly, closing his eyes. He'd already figured out what was going on. Only thing left was to take out the proverbial trash. As his eyes opened, he was suddenly surrounded in a flowing red aura, his eyes glowing bright crimson. "In that case…" he trailed off with a dangerous smirk, giving a taunting come hither gesture.
"Another freak." The first thug narrowed his eyes, pointing his stick at Corvus. "Take'im down boys." he ordered. The other two grinned and charged at the raven haired boy, who just stood there. As one of them struck, he side stepped to the side and delivered a swift punch to the jaw, sending the thug into the fence that was set up around the perimeter of the roof, unconscious and his jaw broken. The second thug received a ball of Power of Destruction the the chest, powerful enough to burn a hole through his shirt and burn his flesh, but enough to kill or permanently damage him.
Corvus was fight humans here after all.
"You know…" He trailed of as he let the Power of Destruction around him die down and looked at the lead thug in the eyes. "Next time you want to fight someone with power, make sure you can back it up." He held up a fist. The thg, who was no doubt quite scared, pushed aside his fear and charged at Corvus. The Devil's response? He yawned, only pissing the thug off more.
As he swung the stick, what else would happen but Corvus catching it? Nothing. The young Bael did indeed catch the stick, clenching his fist around it. The pressure of a Devil's strength was too much, and it snapped in two. Snarling on rage at the boy's smug look, the thug pulled out a bowie knife and made to stab the boy, only for him to catch the blade between two fingers.
"Pathetic." Corvus sighed, his eyes lighting up with a bright amber light. His hand, which held the dagger blade, also glowed the very same colour. The strange amber energy that coated his hand extended into the weapon the thug held, flowing through it's volume several before…
*SPLASH*
The weapon turned into a mass of water and fell to the ground, right in front of the thug's eyes, which were wide in horror and fear. Corvus didn't say anything. He just stared right into the man's eyes, his own carrying a dark look. Without a single word, he landed a good right hook on the thug's face, sending him to dreamland, right next to his friends. With a huff, the young Bael walked over to the cowering child, who was staring at him with eyes wide and fearful.
"P-please! D-don't hurt me!" he whimpered, tensing with every step.
"I won't hurt you." Corvus said softly, squatting down to the grounded kid's eye level. "My name is Corus Bael." he introduced himself with a soft smile. "What's yours?" He asked.
"C-C-Connla." The now named boy breathed out, making Corvus' eyes widen.
~~Flashback End~~
Needless to say, Corvus was quite surprised when Connla introduced himself as the descendant of the Ulster Champion's son. He remembered Connla from the anime and was greatly saddened to see the extent of the boy's tragic backstory. It's not the worst that he remembers, but he did remember that Connla joined the Hero Faction to escape the horrible life he was living before, mainly due to his Sacred Gear, Night Reflection.
After healing the kid's injuries, they got into a long conversation about the Devils, Angels, Fallen Angels, and Sacred Gears. They spoke for a long time, Connla asking questions, Corvus answering them, and several other topics relating to the supernatural. Connla held on to every word like a vice. When the topic of Peerages came up, he was shocked. He had no family to go home to, no friends to miss him, and no home to leave, so when the offer to become a Devil was presented, he was stunned.
Corvus assured him that he would feel no ill will if he refused. After that, he got up and left, warning the boy that he would be leaving in several hours. Imagine his surprise when, just as he and his mother were about to transport to Bael Train, they hear a knocking on their door. It was Connla. It seems he didn't take long to make his decision, because right then and there, he declared that he wanted to join Corvus' Peerage, and promised to serve his Master loyally. After a small explanation to his mother, Corvus and Connla sealed their pact, resulting in Corvus' first servant; his Bishop.
"I suppose you're right." Corvus smiled as he finished reminiscing. "It was barely an hour after I reincarnated you that we were on this train." He said, smiling fondly at his Bishop as he remembered the awestruck expression on his face as they soared through Bael Territory.
"Best decision I ever made." Connla said a serious smile.
"Same here, Connla." Corvus looked out of the window. "Same here."
Happy Halloween everybody! So, the poll results from before came in, and this was the result! Sairaorg's brother comes along and wrecks the storyline! Of course, there are things that will stay the same, the general progression for one thing, but there are several other things that will be very different. The Fallen Angel arc is going to be very different, I'll tell you that much. And it won't be like Fire and Blood, where they're all good and there's an OC bad guy. Raynare and her group will be exactly like they are in Canon, though with Corvus around, events will go differently.
Concerning Corvus' peerage, please don't make any suggestions or requests. I've already decided on several members and their Pieces, and will not be putting any OCs in there at all. And no, I will not tell you who is in it. You'll find out as time goes by. And before anyone asks, yes there will be a harem. No, I won't make a list.
I've decided to make this story different in that unlike Fire and Blood, the character isn't exactly what one would call a 'good guy.' Sure, he does what he believes to be right, but he's a Devil: he's greedy, selfish, lustful, manipulative, and power hungry. If something benefits him, he's not going to worry too much about the consequences. Of course, this doesn't make him evil. He is loyal to his family and cares about his Peerage and family.
If you want a comparison for his personality, just imagine Alucard from the Castlevania show. Quiet, monotone, and practical, but still smiles slightly every so often, has a sense of humour, and a heart. Just add in the selfishness and greed of a Devil, though not to excessive amounts.
Concerning lemons, there may be a few here and there, but I'm not going to write down every time he sleeps with one of his harem girls. Some of said girls may be just that; harem girls. Girls he sleeps with without any feelings whatsoever.
As for his mother, the Baal Clan is entirely made up on my part, I admit, but I wanted to put in some original stuff. As for the Baal Clan Trait, well, you'll just have to wait. If you can figure out what it is and what it was inspired by, I'll be impressed.
Brxkenarrow, out.
