Hello all once more, here is a crossover I wish other people had written. I had always enjoyed Pentakill, both the songs and the skins. Digging deeper, I found the lore to the skin set, and realized "Hey. This could actually be entertaining." So all I had to do was pick a poor universe to set them in. Soon I realized that they were basically demons, so I decided to set them in the world of Highschool dxd. What could possibly go wrong? Unfortunately, only Sona really has many fanfictions out of the band members. Remember, I'm gonna be using the lore of the pentakill skins, so if the characters seem ooc from the original, that's why. However, I will be incorporating some bits of the characters' original lore in there. But here's my best shot at it.
I don't own pentakill, league of legends, or Highschool Dxd. All that belongs to that which owns them.
(Karthus: King)
(Kayle: Queen)
(Sona and Yorick: Bishops)
(Olaf and Mordekaiser: Rooks)
Chapter One: Metal made flesh
In the mysterious, shifting dimensional gap, six figures drifted, unconscious. With the addition of Kayle, their comeback tour had resulted in a complete collapse of their dimension, killing everyone and knocking them unconscious. A mysterious figure clad in armor and bones floated in front of them. This was the unnamed god of metal across all dimensions. All who pick up their instruments or voices in the name of metal worship him and belong to him. But these six had caught his attention with the sheer force of their Rockening. The dimensional collapse had been unexpected, and their survival even less so. So the God of Metal had to find a new place for these six, his most faithful disciples. He felt another presence slowly moving towards him, and he remembered the cantankerous guardian of the gap. Thinking quickly, he acted. He took his knowledge of the closest universe and imparted some of its power upon his disciples. He placed some relics from the universe into each of his soldiers as well. Finally, he took a piece of paper and wrote out a message to the band, sticking it in the pocket of Karthus. The note explained everything. Then, with an unholy scream, he tore open the dimensional gap, and threw the six strangers into a brand new world, before fleeing back to his castle of sound.
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Karthus was the first to awake in this new world. He sat up and became quite surprised. He had remembered the universe collapsing around the band, as Yorick liquefied the ground, Sona caused the eruptions of hellfire, Mordekaiser's riffs fried the atmosphere, and Olaf's powerful beats shattered the very fabric of reality. He remembered singing in an ungodly duet with Kayle, tearing holes with the power of their voices, then… nothing. He felt into his pocket, surprised to find a piece of paper residing within. He unfolded it, seeing a message scrawled out in blood.
Dear Karthus and Pentakill,
I have written this message to you as a congratulations and a warning. Your levels of metal have brought me much joy. I have never seen a concert nearly as powerful as your last one. Unfortunately, that also had completely destroyed your previous dimension.
Karthus's eyes widened at that, so much so that he did not notice his decidedly human looking hands.
However, somehow, you six had been spared from the absolute carnage. I found you six floating in the dimensional gap. To save you from the decidedly unsavory company in that accursed place, I have brought you to another dimension. To help you all fit in, I have given you more human appearances. However, should you find the need to return to your previous forms, play the song on the reverse of this letter. Finally, a warning. Do not destroy this universe as well. Your magics have all been changed to fit this universe. While you can still wreak havoc, you can no longer tear apart the universe. I advise you six to go to a place nearby called Kuoh academy, and find a woman by the name of Rias Gremory. Ask her about the peerage system of the devils, and she will hopefully cooperate and tell you more.
Sincerely,
Metallicus, god of metal.
Karthus read and reread the letter. Looking around, he saw that the letter was correct. Yorick wasn't a zombie-like figure, and Mordekaiser was no longer a two story titan. A close inspection of his body revealed that he had been turned into a teenaged human as well, in fact, they all seemed to be teenagers. Karthus rubbed his forehead. He was not looking forwards to explaining this to everyone.
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Rias Gremory was seated with her queen, Akeno Himejime, across from the Kuoh Academy Student President and her queen. Sona adjusted her glasses.
"I'm assuming you have called this meeting to discuss the six Devil signatures we felt arrive quite abruptly, along with the strange fluctuation we felt in the sky?"
Rias nodded. "It is indeed troubling. I haven't heard any messages about a new peerage coming to Kuoh. I say we should keep a close eye out for any sudden new arrivals…"
Suddenly, one of Sona's peerage members came running up. "Kaichou! We have received a message from administration that we are receiving six new transfer students!"
Everyone in the room whipped their heads around to the student, who sweated nervously under the stares from the other females in the room. She stammered nervously.
"Erm… was I interrupting something? They have all the proper paperwork, and will all be sharing classes with various members of both peerages…" she trailed off again as the ladies calmed down. Rias gave a tired smile.
"Well on the plus side we are going to be able to keep an eye on them I guess…"
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Alright, apologies on this coming bit, but I needed to get the human appearances out of the way, so here we go.
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The six members of Pentakill were all seated in an abandoned house near to where they landed. They sat in complete silence trying to get used to each other's new appearances and processing the information Karthus had relayed. Mordekaiser and Olaf were particularly difficult to calm down. Olaf was rather upset about not having died in the cosmic crash, while Mordekaiser was split 50/50 on the news. On one hand, he was freaking out that the God of Metal had taken an interest in them and saved them, but he was upset that they could not destroy this new world. It took the combined efforts of the rest of the group to prevent him from leaving.
Kayle was the easiest to recognize from her previous form. She retained the pants, tank top, piercings, and hair, but lost her wings and armor. That was the biggest sticking point for Kayle, as she was so used to flying everywhere she went.
Sona also had been rather easy to see. She remained the same, just without the ghostly blue mist or the floating chains. Instead the chains looped around and hooked onto her black dress she wore that showed quite the amount of cleavage.
Olaf was definitely fairly easy to recognize. To his eternal dismay, and Yorick's amusement, His beard was almost completely gone, replaced by a smaller layer of hair. He was also slightly smaller musculature wise, but he remained the second tallest and beefy member of the band. He lost his shoulder pad, but still had his tattoo and hat and pants.
Karthus had taken a little getting used to. His gaunt, corpse like body had been replaced by a thin, human one. He had his white hair down to his shoulder blades and had pale violet eyes. His purple spiked robes had been replaced with a black shirt and purple, studded leather jacket. He also wore a pair of tight black leather pants with a purple belt with two chains hanging off the side.
Mordekaiser had been a bit of a shock to everyone. Instead of a towering two-story titan of muscle, he stood at a still massive but more reasonable 6 foot 10. He had lost his helmet and armor, revealing his face for the first time ever. It was a powerful image, with every single defined line screaming royalty and power. He had long black hair going to the top of his neck, and the beginnings of a faint beard coming in. His eyes were red and piercing. He kept his flaming tattoos and his impressive musculature.
Finally there was Yorick. Yorick had become a moderately sized teen, always with a slight slouch. His black hair went to his shoulders, and he kept his vest and bracelets and pants. His soul patch was gone, as was his hat. He still had decent muscles, but not quite to the same level as Olaf or Mordekaiser.
At first, all of them had wondered where their weapons had gone, since they were not on them when they had awakened. After some investigation, they found keychains for each that had their respective weapons in miniature on them. Too small to play or use, they were rather frustrated at their inability to rock out right away. After a lengthy discussion about what to do next, they eventually settled on doing what their god had told them to do. They would still rock out, but they apparently needed to go to this academy. Their quiet recovery was interrupted by a knock at the door. They all looked at each other in confusion. This house had been abandoned when they had found it, so who could possibly know they were there? Mordekaiser stood to answer it, and when he got there, he yanked it open. No one was there, just a large box. He tilted his head as he picked it up and brought it to the rest of the group. They looked at him curiously.
"What is that, Mordekaiser?" Karthus asked. He stood up and approached the metal titan. Mordekaiser shrugged.
"I dunno. But we should open it and see."
After some rummaging, Kayle brought over a knife with which they cut the tape and opened the box. Inside the box was six other boxes, one labelled for each of them. Mordekaiser's eyes widened.
"It's gotta be from our lord. Who else even knows we exist?" He looked around at the rest, none of them giving an answer. He picked up his box and opened it with the knife from Kayle. Upon opening it, he found several things inside. Most notably a school uniform and a sheaf of papers. All of it lay on top of a black briefcase with the pentakill logo on it. He picked up the folder first, which had a note on it.
"Well?" Olaf asked, coming over and peeking over his shoulder.
"Well I was right, that's what. It's from our lord. He's gotten us into the academy as third year students, and the clothes are the uniform." He set it down and looked at the others. "Oh God. We are gonna have to go." He looked around at them. "Have… any of you gone to school? I haven't. Always been too busy preaching metal." Everyone gave varying degrees of headshakes and verbal denials. Mordekaiser groaned as he opened the sheaf of papers. "Oh no… we have schedules and rules…" at that, everybody groaned. They gathered around and collected their own boxes. Everything was the same, except Sona had an extra thing in hers. It was a notebook in which she could write to communicate. Yorick chuckled.
"So who's gonna be the first in detention? Should we place wagers?"
"Oh please, you don't do anything Yorick, you'll never end up there." Kayle said, tossing her plume.
"My money is on either Olaf or Mordekaiser." Karthus said with a smirk. Sona put her hand over her lips in a silent giggle at the two musclebound teens' expressions. Then Olaf shrugged.
"Eh, you're probably correct." He said. Yorick just shook his head.
"I guess we had better figure out what we are going to do then. We've gotta go tomorrow according to the note. I dunno about you guys, but I'm not looking forward to this."
Everyone agreed.
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There was quite a hubbub abounding in the halls of kuoh academy. Rumors were flying about six new transfer students coming. Having one come was always enough to cause great disturbances. But six? It was unheard of. So it was little wonder that everybody was speaking in varying degrees of hushed tones. But soon the first bell rang, and everyone was seated in their classrooms, anxiously awaiting to see if they would be one of the lucky classes to get one of these elusive new figures.
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First to be introduced was Mordekaiser. Now, almost everybody needed a new last name. So, Mordekaiser went with a simple choice: Stahl. The newly christened Mordekaiser Stahl was standing outside the classroom waiting to be brought in. Soon he heard the announcement from the teacher to come in. One thing he noticed about this country was the fact that despite no longer being two stories tall, he is far too massive for this country. Everyone was at least a foot shorter than him.
As were the doors…
No sirree, Japan is not a place for a six foot ten giant. So needless to say, there were several gasps of shock and surprise when this black haired, pale skinned titan ducked through the doors, almost crouching. He stood upright, his head coming rather close to the ceiling of the classroom. His uniform was custom made, and even then, he couldn't close his jacket. His shirt was also tight, showing off his well defined muscles. His tie was not tied, and he clutched his briefcase in his left hand. The emblem on it caught the eye of a couple people. The teacher, caught off guard by his insane height, cleared his throat.
"Right, can you introduce yourself?"
Mordekaiser nodded. "Sure thing teach. My name is Mordekaiser Stahl. Yes I'm really tall. I've… noticed. I'm also the lead guitarist for our band Pentakill. If you have any questions, stick 'em sideways."
The teacher grimaced slightly at the harsh language. "I'll give you a warning this time, but try to refrain from such harsh language from now on. Alright? Go to your seat now."
Mordekaiser snorted and nodded, going to his seat, sitting in the almost comically tiny chair.
Meanwhile, sitting in the same room was none other than one of the two great ladies of Kuoh, Akeno Himejima. She knew ahead of time that she would be in the same class as one of the new devils, but she never expected him to be so… massive. Already the sadist's mind was whirling with plans of bedroom delights. He looked so strong, dominating, powerful… She had gotten a hazy blush over her cheeks as she looked at him where he was leaning back in his chair. She would enjoy keeping observation over him. She licked her lips.
She would enjoy it indeed…
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The next to be brought before a class was Sona. She had retaken her last name from runeterra, Buvelle. She stood outside of the classroom, holding onto her speech notebook and a pen loosely in her other hand. She was not nervous at all, instead she was dreading the tedium of having to write everything she would say. She knew she could speak telepathically with other people, but she had no interest in being torn apart by a fearful mob. After all, her note had warned her that not everybody knew about magic. So she wrote out on her paper what she anticipated to be asked.
My name is Sona Buvelle, and I can not speak. I am the keyboardist for the band Pentakill. Don't make me have to write too much. I don't like people who do that.
Looking at her own flowing handwriting, she smirked. Who cared what people thought? She'd just ignore those who ignored her warning. Soon, she heard her name through the door, and she turned to enter. She walked forward and mentally groaned at the immediate drooling of the few males in the class and the envious stares of the female population. She heard something about the "great ladies" and how "there might be three now". She shook her head in exasperation, cocking one hip to the side. She stuck her hand with her notebook out, and the whole class went silent as they leaned forwards to read it. There was a shocked silence, before the whole class erupted in questions. Sona facepalmed, and looked at the teacher. The teacher looked at her, confused for a bit, before suddenly straightening up.
"O-Oh! Right! You can go have a seat. Class! CLASS! Settle down!"
Meanwhile, one Tsubaki Shinra adjusted her glasses as she looked closely at this Sona. She seemed cocky and harsh, despite being mute. This devil seemed rather odd. There was more to her than met the eye, but she could not place just what it was. She would definitely need to keep a close eye on her. But Pentakill? This band did not sound particularly conducive to an educational environment. Oh well.
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Olaf was next to be introduced. Olaf had chosen the name of his homeland to be his last name. And thus Olaf Lokfar had been christened. He was tapping his foot on the ground, anxiously awaiting his introduction. He was not good at this whole slow, peaceful life thing. School stood for pretty much everything he didn't. Oh well. Hearing the teacher from within, he walked in. Like Mordekaiser, he had to duck slightly to clear the door frame, but nowhere near as much as the metal titan. His appearance drew several puzzled glances. High school student already with a beard? Wild hair? Bulging muscles? How old was he? At the teacher's request, he faced the class. His uniform was in a similar state to Mordekaiser's just with his massive metal belt buckle on as well. He gave a lazy salute to the class.
"Hey. M'name's Olaf Lokfar. I'm a drummer, so I'm really good at hitting things. Cross me, and you might just find out how good." He said. After a quick look at the class, he walked briskly to his seat and sat down. The teacher was somehow blissfully ignorant of the hidden threat, but the class was more than aware. However, his appearance and nature had already racked in quite the fan club already among the female population. However, there was one who was immune to the apparent charm of the berserker.
Sona Sitri was the one to have Olaf sitting in her class, and so she was tasked with observing him. And at the moment, she already was not overly impressed. He seemed brutish and uncouth, and she expected to have troubles with him in the not so distant future. Already, she would need to have a talk with him about threatening students. Overall, she surmised, he seemed pretty standard delinquent, and could be quite the troublesome devil.
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Yorick had been next to step up. He walked forward before the class and just looked at them all. After a while, the teacher finally asked him to introduce himself. Yorick just turned to look at the class.
"My name is Yorick. Yorick Shurima."
The class kept looking at him, almost as if expecting more. There was a long stretch of silence as they tried to see if he was going to continue. However, he just shifted his position slightly, perfectly content with standing forever. Eventually, the teacher coughed.
"Um… right. Well… you can go sit down now. Class, I hope you will take care of him."
Yorick walked to his seat and sat down to the confused murmurs of the class. He slouched down on his seat and rested his chin on his hands. He honestly didn't care what the other people were saying about him. He didn't care about any of them. So why would what they say matter?
The devil watching over yorick was none other than Kiba Yuuto. The blond casanova looked at his new observation target curiously. This Yorick fellow seemed rather apathetic, and wholly uninteresting. He rested his chin on a hand as he pondered the recent development of six new devils appearing out of nowhere in Kuoh.
He also tried to ignore the fangirls whispering behind him.
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Kayle tapped her foot impatiently outside of her classroom. She had been here for not very long, and she was already sick of this school. Between the obnoxious gossiping of the female members, and the lustful stares of the guys, she had yet to find a good thing from this school. Not to mention she has already been confronted by the staff numerous times about her hairstyle and hair color. She insisted that the color was natural, and that no, she was not going to change her hair because it might be distracting. She desperately wished she had her wings. Not because it was tiring to walk, she was just tired of the physical limitation of not being able to fly. Eventually the teacher called her in, and came in she did.
"Would you please introduce yourself?"
Kayle tossed her plume to the side. "My name's Kayle Morgana. Before you all ask, yes, my hair is naturally white. I'm a vocalist in Pentakill." She said, before turning to the teacher. "Where's my seat?"
"Right over there, by Tsubasa Yura. Tsubasa, raise your hand please."
Tsubasa raised her hand and watched as Kayle came and sat next to her. She certainly looked like a fellow tomboy, but also probably a delinquent. As if the piercings and the hair did not make it obvious enough. This devil was certainly one who appeared as if she would not care for rules. She could tell that this group 'pentakill' was probably gonna cause Sona numerous headaches.
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Finally, Karthus was the last one to be brought into class. He was calm and collected as he waited for his moment to be brought into his class. He was a little disappointed that he had no classes with his band mates, a disappointment shared by all. He ran a hand through his hair to make sure that it was neat and in order as it brushed his back. He had his blazer off and over his shoulder, briefcase held in his opposite hand. Soon he heard the command to enter, which he did so. He walked in and looked over the students with piercing eyes. But there was one pair of eyes that met his dead on and he noticed something. They were a pair of blue eyes like his own, belonging to a red haired beauty of a woman. He felt like he knew this woman, or that he should meet with her soon. He narrowed his eyes at her very briefly before carrying on.
"My name is Karthus Morte, lead vocalist and founder of the band Pentakill."
His voice held the entire class in a trance. It almost sounded like he had multiple at once, and all of them steeped with various degrees of sorrow. Already, many of the females wondered what their names would sound like coming from his lips, and were also wondering what kind of music such a lovely voice could make. Wouldn't they be in for a shock. He smirked slightly, almost hearing their thoughts. Their faces are so easy to read. Except for that red haired girl. She seemed more skeptical of him if her narrowed eyes were anything to go by. He moved to his empty seat and sat down, hearing the excited whispers from around him.
Rias Gremory was unsure on her thoughts of this Karthus. She wasn't sure what it was about his voice that unsettled her so much. She was a high class devil with the literal power of destruction at her fingertips, but his voice seemed to carry the weight of a thousand souls. Also, that eye contact he made sealed the deal. She needed to invite him to the ORC to have a discussion with him and his peerage. She could tell he was the king of the peerage.
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When lunch time came around, all members of Pentakill gathered to eat on the roof of the building. They unpacked their very different lunches and began to eat and complain about the day. For already the day was something about which to complain. Whether it was Yorick's overwhelming boredom (a feat that the band gave serious credit to the school for being able to bore Yorick), Kayle's harassment by the staff about her hair, Sona catching some trio peeping on her no less than four times, Olaf's short temper already landing him in detention on the first day (Earning karthus five gold coins from yorick), Karthus's ability to completely halt the class for ten minutes every time he spoke, or Mordekaiser's… physical issues.
"I mean, I've hit my head on four doorways today already, and then there was PE. Seriously, you'd think that it would be fine, but no. The uniform is too fucking small, and then I felt like I was being completely undressed by every eye in the gymnasium. I mean, I'm not complaining, I'd gladly rock a couple beds if you know what I'm saying, but still, at least save your perversions for home!" Mordekaiser finished, throwing his hands to the sky.
"Anyways, Karthus, did you find out who this Rias Gremory person is? And more importantly, how we can communicate with her?" Kayle asked, lounging across the floor, empty soda bottle right next to her. Karthus nodded from his position against a ventilation shaft.
"I believe I did. She is a red haired girl with blue eyes in my homeroom class. She is apparently the head of the Occult Research Club, one of the most exclusive clubs in the school, and one of the… Two great ladies?"
Sona let out a light snort at that, and Yorick looked at her. "Sumthin' the matter?"
She sighed. 'Apparently I've already become the third. Some shit about "unparalleled beauty". I dunno. I don't buy into that crap.'
Olaf let out a laugh at her telepathic explanation. "I mean, you've got a great bod, so I can understand them a bit. But really? Great ladies?"
"Anyways! I am not quite sure how to get to communicate with her, but I'm pretty certain we shall find a way." Karthus said, bringing them all back to the topic at hand. No sooner had he finished saying that when somebody came bursting through the door to the roof. Mordekaiser spun around with a snarl, a bit startled by the sudden noise behind him. He grabbed the intruder by the neck and lifted them up so their feet dangled off the ground.
"Don't… scare… me." Mordekaiser ground out from behind gritted teeth. That's when he got a look at the person doing the bursting, and he set her down. It was a rather busty chick with long black hair and an orange ribbon. Her violet eyes looked a bit out of focus, and was… was she blushing? Either way, she was just staring in front of her with a dreamy smile. Mordekaiser turned around, confusion evident on his face, only to meet more confused shrugs and head tilts. He turned back around and snapped his fingers in front of her face a couple times to get her back on earth. When she finally returned, she had a huge smile.
"Well hello to you too, hunk. Is this how you always greet a lady?" She asked with a sultry voice. Mordekaiser stepped back and tilted his head.
"...Masochist?"
She gave him a silent wink. "Anyways, my name is Akeno Himejima. We share classes together, Stahl-kun."
"Oh god, please. It's just Mordekaiser."
"Very well Mordy," Akeno purred. Mordekaiser growled, getting more frustrated with this woman.
"Whaddya want. Spit it out." He demanded, rising to his full height, towering over her. She quickly sobered up, albeit still with a cheeky grin.
"My president Rias Gremory requests the presence of Karthus Morte, along with the rest of the band Pentakill to come to the Old Schoolhouse building after school today."
Mordekaiser's eyes widened slightly and he looked back at Karthus, who nodded. He turned back around. "We will be there. Now leave this place. And don't you dare call me anything other than my full first name, ya hear me?"
"Yes sir," Akeno said, giving him a look he could not quite decode before disappearing down the stairs. Mordekaiser turned back to the rest of the band, who burst out laughing at the confusion written all over the titan's face. Karthus calmed himself down to little chuckles.
"Well, that solves that then. Well, better get to classes guys. We've gotta make it through the rest of the day before this important meeting. Stay out of trouble, and don't die please."
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At the end of the day, the six devils gathered together outside of the school, waiting for the red-haired king to get them. Instead, a blond male came up to them.
"For Rias Gremory?" Karthus asked. Kiba nodded. "Very well, lead on then."
The group of six followed Kiba Yuuto through the grounds towards the old Schoolhouse. Soon they reached the old gothic building and entered it, going down several hallways. Eventually they reached the clubroom, seeing one other person in the room. It was a tiny young girl, a first year. She looked at them with an emotionless stare before returning her attention to the sweets she was eating. They heard running water, and so they arranged themselves around the couch opposite to the small girl. Karthus and kayle sat in the middle, Olaf took one arm of the couch as Sona took the other, and Yorick and Mordekaiser stood behind it. Soon, the legendary Rias Gremory stepped out, wrapped up in nothing but a towel, something that Olaf and Mordekaiser could definitely appreciate. Karthus sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Is this… really necessary?" he asked, looking up at her as she sat down. Akeno came out of the back with a tray of several tea cups. All of the band members accepted a cup, albeit hesitantly. After Olaf drank some, and didn't keel over, they all drank some. Karthus set his cup down.
"As appreciative of the tea I am, which one of us is going to start? I've got questions for you, and it appears that you have some for me as well. So?"
Rias tilted her head as Kiba and akeno took their positions around her. "You've got questions for us? In that case, you guys go first."
Karthus nodded and folded his hands in front of him. "Thank you. So. Can you explain to us the peerage system of the devils?"
There was a shocked silence at that. Rias and Akeno shared a confused glance, before focusing. "Well, Devils have the peerage system. The peerage system is a kind of servitude, based around the game of chess. All of these people here are in my peerage. I am the King of my peerage, Akeno here is my Queen, Kiba is my Knight, and this is Koneko, my Rook. Each piece has a different special ability that carries along between the pieces. Rooks have increased strength and durability, Knights are given incredible speed, bishops have their magical abilities greatly strengthened, a Queen has a combination of all three, and the King is the commander of them all. Shouldn't you know this? You are the king of your peerage. Right?" Karthus shared a glance with everybody else.
"That… explains a lot actually." He said. He turned back to Rias. "We are in a rather unique situation, so we do not really know much of anything involving Devils or anything else. Are you able to tell what pieces the rest of my companions are?"
Rias narrowed her eyes. "The one next to you, Kayle, was it? She is your queen. Can I have the names of the rest of you?" After introductions were made, Rias continued. "Well, Mordekaiser and Olaf are both Rooks, and Sona and Yorick are both Bishops. So overall, not a bad team. Any further questions?"
Karthus shook his head. "That is all I needed for now. Now, what did you want to ask us?"
Rias gave a small smile. "Well, to put it simply, where do you come from?"
Karthus chuckled. "You wouldn't believe us if we told you. It's…. An interesting story."
"Try us. You'll be surprised what we can believe."
And so Karthus did. He told everybody's tales. He told the tale of Mordekaiser killing him and being resurrected by the spirits of the Shadowed Isles. He told of recruiting everyone, and their final live performance of their first tour. He spoke of the mountain collapsing onto Mordekaiser and their subsequent scattering. He told of Kayle's arrival on a flaming serpent from a separate world, of his bilgewater adventures, of Yorick's tomb escapades, of Sona's volcanic sculptures, Olaf's drunken brawls, and the resurrection of Mordekaiser. Then he spoke of their final, cataclysmic concert, and their mission from Metallicus. At the end of these tales, all members of the Gremory peerage were shocked. Even Koneko had stopped eating and was staring at them. Karthus sat back with a wide grin on his face as he watched them process everything.
"So… you are extradimensional beings sent by a god from an unknown pantheon and were transformed into devils by said god… and you're only here to rock and cause chaos."
"That sounds about right."
"Well, that would explain why we suddenly felt you arrive out of nowhere and never had heard of you before. I assume you will want to learn about the history of this world. If you would like, I could arrange lessons for all of you during club time. How does that sound?"
"It sounds decidedly useful. We would all appreciate it. Ah, one more thing. Do you know any way to get these back to their original sizes?" He asked, lifting up the keychain instruments. Rias tilted her head.
"Have you tried running your power through them?" She asked with a slight smile. Karthus looked at them and tossed them back to their respective owners. Focusing intently, the keychains soon grew to their original sizes. Mordekaiser grinned.
"Numero Uno, I've missed you."
While everyone was just inspecting their respective instruments, Karthus turned his attention back to Rias. "Is there anything else we should know before we head home?"
"Well, there is one thing. There are three factions in this world: Devils, angels, and Fallen Angels. We are currently at an armistice with the other factions. So I would say just be careful. Tomorrow is Saturday, so would you mind joining us here? We could give you more of a lesson about this universe at that time."
Karthus looked at the others who all shrugged. "I mean, we don't exactly have anything to do here. So sure, why not?"
Rias smiled. "Very well. We shall see you tomorrow!"
The members of Pentakill all stood up, gripping their respective instruments. The members of the Gremory peerage stood as well as the two groups bid their farewells to each other and Pentakill left the building. Rias sat back down and exhaled slowly. Akeno sent her a worried glance. "You alright there Rias?"
Rias looked up at Akeno with a smile. It was kinda strained though. "I guess I'm alright. However, this has some… worrying possible consequences. I think we need to… keep their existence under wraps. Think about it. What do you think will happen if the rest of the underworld becomes aware of this group from another dimension? We may not, but other people may try to abduct them and experiment on them. And a new god has also been revealed to exist, separate from the three factions. This could have drastic impacts. Understood everyone? We can't let anyone know that they are from another dimension."
Her eyes wandered and she looked off into the distance, her mind wandering as well. Could these people be what she was looking for?
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The next day had proven to be most enlightening for the members of the band. Each member had been given an explanation as to the history of the devils and angels and fallen angels. It was rather odd and kinda pointless in the minds of the members of Pentakill. Why would you stay in a truce for that long? More importantly, how? And besides, why would you bother keeping it going for so long? But they just kinda rolled with it. They had to, after all. This was their new world. And unfortunately, they were not allowed to destroy this one. After the long lesson was finished, they headed back to their house. They had begun redecorating and restoring the damaged building shortly after their arrival, and were surprised when they had found "Soundproofing" materials at one of the stores they had gone to. Needless to say, the garage was now completely coated in it, as that was where they went to practice their art. And so Saturday passed, a day of enlightenment and rocking out.
However, it was Sunday that brought the most curious change to the metal group's life. The band had decided to split up and explore the city, see what they could find or do. Mordekaiser had gone to an electronics store to see what band equipment he could get for however much he had, Olaf spent his time getting thrown out of various bars, Sona perused the city for any potential performance locations with good acoustics, Yorick was curious as to what could be found in the way of historic sites or cemetaries, resulting in him wandering around an abandoned church, Kayle went to the top of the tallest building for some alone time, and Karthus had decided to check out a nearby park. As he strode through, murmuring one of his favorite dirges, he saw something that caught his eye.
It was a boy, one of the famed Perverted Trio that he had heard so much about from Kayle and Sona. However, he was not alone. He was standing with a girl, who seemed to actually enjoy his presence. Needless to say, this really made him curious. So he began to follow at a safe distance where he could hear what they said, but not be obviously intruding.
"I sure had fun today.." the girl seemed to start off this conversation. However, the boy was quick with his response.
"Yeah, this was the best date ever!" He said. Karthus quirked an eyebrow in amusement.
'Of course it was the best date ever for you… I really doubt you've ever had any before. Simple logic here you fool.' he thought to himself, continuing to listen. He watched as they slowly touched each other's hands. Then he stopped and quickly sat on a nearby bench. The two had reached the fountain and the girl ran forwards a bit before turning around. Karthus pretended to be listening to music so as to draw attention away from himself. No need for this girl to freak out about him being there.
"Can I ask you a question?"
Oh, this had to be good.
"In honor of our first date, there's something I'd like you to do…"
This seemed rather… odd. Karthus blinked once. Part of him didn't want to stick around, but his finely tuned instinct for impending death was screaming at him to stay.
"To commemorate this special moment!"
Karthus swore he could feel the boy's eagerness take hold.
"Sure, you could ask me for anything at all."
Karthus bit down on his tongue to prevent him from bursting out in laughter. This kid just made a rookie mistake. Only promise what you're capable to back up. He could already see this ending badly.
"Would you… die for me?"
Now this got Karthus to actually turn his head and look in mild shock. Not exactly what he thought she was gonna ask. And It didn't seem like she meant if she was in trouble would he die to protect her. No, this sounded far more sinister. A cruel grin spread across his face. Looks like he was going to be in for a real treat.
He didn't even bother listening to the conversation anymore. He watched out of the corner of his eye with barely concealed excitement. He watched as the woman stripped completely naked and reclothed herself in something much much more risque. He didn't care for the lewdness of the situation. His grin faltered slightly when he saw her black feathery wings sprout from her back. This was a fallen angel, as had been described to him by Rias Gremory. He stood, keeping a respectful distance as he pulled the mic keychain out of his pocket in case she attacked him too. Fortunately, her attention seemed to be entirely on the boy. He watched as she formed a spear out of some red lightning like stuff, and he took a step closer. He wanted to see this death. How would the boy die? Still seated as he was? Would he try to fight back? The possibilities were endless. As the spear lunged forwards and impaled the wretch on the floor, Karthus began to laugh and walk forwards. The girl looked up in surprise at him as he channeled magic through his mic, creating his floating staff with the microphone on the end. It spun and circled around him as he walked forwards.
"Bravo, bravo, fallen one. Quite the spectacle you put on. And you boy. Be proud. You have been given a very hardcore metal death. Impaled by red lightning created by a scantily clad angel fallen from God's grace." An eyebrow twitched at the spike of pain saying His name caused. Must be a side effect of being a devil.
The fallen Angel tilted her head as she looked at him. "And… Who are you supposed to be?" She asked, genuinely confused. He had devil's magic flowing through him, yet he did not look like any of the Devils she had been warned about before coming. Also, he was not readily attacking her.
"My name is Karthus, the Deathsinger. I must say, you've done a wonder here with this boy. I mean you no harm unless you attack me. I merely wish to watch this boy die."
That made her smile. "Oh? You like my work huh? Maybe you should come and see me when I kill some others." She said with a flirtatious wink. Karthus raised an eyebrow, his grin widening.
"We shall see. Now would you mind? I've got a performance to watch, and I don't want to miss the exact moment it happens."
"Are you not going to tell anyone else?"
"You have my word that I will not tell anyone about your murder here."
Issei, who had been lying on the floor could barely process what was happening. First, he saw glorious breasts. But then that creepy new transfer student showed up, and said he wanted to watch him die. Worst part is, he wasn't going to tell anyone about his death, leaving his body to eventually be found. What an ass! Forget the bitch that killed him on his first date without even letting him hold her titties! This kid was a total jerk! He could only watch helplessly as the black-winged angel flew off into the distance and Karthus came, kneeling by his head.
"Don't worry kid. You're going to a better place." Karthus said, staring deep into Issei's eyes. Issei looked up in confusion. He wanted to speak, but no sound came out. He reached his hand up and saw the blood on his hand. His eyes focused on that.
Karthus watched as the kid seemed to have an internal monologue as he stared at his blood soaked hand. Karthus kept an intent eye on Issei's eyes as he slowly came to grasp that he was dying. Soon the light faded entirely, and Karthus stood up, beginning to sing a low, dismal funeral march. He kept singing even as a magic circle appeared behind him and Rias Gremory stepped out. Her eyes widened marginally at the sight of Karthus singing over Issei's corpse. Her eyes narrowed.
"What are you doing here, Karthus?"
Karthus turned around and smirked. "I came across this boy and his girlfriend out on a date. I promised the fallen angel I wouldn't tell anyone about the murder, so long as she left me alone so I could watch him die."
Rias's eyebrows furrowed. "You let a fallen angel kill someone because you wanted to see that person die? What the hell is wrong with you?"
Karthus let out a short, harsh laugh. "Oh please. The kid had a spear of pure lightning through his gut. How much more metal can you get? Besides. Death has always fascinated me. It's amazing to watch the light fade as an individual slips from one life to the next. Don't you agree? The kid was especially good to watch. He had this whole mental monologue before he realized he was going to die. It was quite entertaining to watch."
Rias's hand swung through the air, aiming to hit Karthus's cheek, but the former spirit just leaned back and avoided it. "You sick monster!"
Karthus grinned. "What are you gonna do? Bring him back to life or some shit?"
"That's exactly it." she said, getting a fierce look on her face. Karthus shrugged and stepped aside, his mic shrinking back to its normal keychain form.
"No matter to me. Maybe if I'm lucky I'll get to see him die again. He did very well at doing so. Anyways, I'll be off now."
Rias ignored him as she knelt by Issei's corpse. Karthus walked away, hands in his pockets.
Ah yes, what an interesting Sunday.
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Well! That's it for chapter one! If y'all have any questions, feel free to ask in a review or PM! If you have criticisms, let me know, but do try to keep it civil, mmkay? I'll see what I can do about updating this story as I get more chapters written.
Osmius, signing out! Tata!