Xxx. Chapter One; Origin's. xxX

Red, Crimson, Rouge flashing and spiralling in an endless dance of chaos around a teen as he sat in prayer. Opening his eyes, the teen saw the chaos of reds subdue and slowly morph, take form. The form a crimson haired girl no older than eight years old surrounded by a black inkiness with wraith shaped spectres shadowing her as she stood before him.

The blackness swirled and pulsed coming to life as it took form. It showed a Church, his church in ruins. Fresh scorch marks decorating the interior, large crystalline spires jutting out of the ground with priests and nuns skewered upon them and exorcist's bodies stuck in limbo. Neither dead nor alive, thanks to being frozen in time.

Turning and looking around he saw the cause of the destruction and death of his church. He but only had to look at the altar, to find this murderous perpetrator who would act so mercilessly toward the Holy Church. It was him that he saw. Like looking in a mirror.

Sitting upon the altar wearing a full set of silver plate armour that seemed to hug and fit seamlessly with his body, a large golden eagle embossed and emblazoned proudly on his chest plate. Gold and silver pauldrons shaped like the crest feathers of an eagle, embossed eagle wings on his tassets. Between the plate he had white cloth with blue edging making itself present. His helmet fully covered his face except for a narrow Y shape that allowed him to see out, he also had two horse hair plumes that looked like the tail of a bird and stylised eagle wings coming off his helmet.

All of a sudden, he found himself sat on the altar looking out over his murderous rampage, looking down at his own feet he found they were set in a pool of crimson blood that was fast becoming sticky and tacky, the source of the blood was a stately old portly bishop that had taken a sword thrust through the chest.

The only illumination that he could see lighting the gory scene was the church candles that were floating around the room casting eerie shadows.

Looking away from the haunting candles the boy found himself looking at the same little red-haired girl as before. This time she was joined by two people. One who could pass as her elder brother or father, just looking at the haunting illustriousness about their countenance they couldn't be human but something darker and immortal. The other individual to appear was a silver haired woman in blue a stark contrast to the others red and black.

The image began to blur into a chaotic conflagration of colour before he found himself kneeling before this mysterious crimson haired girl who was quite a few years younger than himself. And who had been plaguing his nights for the past month as had this vision of slaughter ever since Valper had approached him.

Sitting up from his bed a rusty orange haired boy of fifteen was covered in sweat, looked at the old analogue clock on the wall of his church room in Toulon and sighed. "Another vision, so I'm to betray the church and my teachers. I wonder if this is Gods will, or is he trying to test me, my will and resolve. Does he not believe I can become the head paladin like the Pope has told me I am destined for? I should banish these thoughts...?"

Bang, Bang, Bang

"Tristan, hurry we have another mission a Ghoul attack on the next town over."

Getting out of bed Tristan began to gather his armour and weapons before looking in the mirror that decorated one of his bare walls "I'll show you Lord that I'm worthy."

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One Week Later

Sitting upon a plain wooden chair in his spartan decorated room, inside a small church on the outskirts of Toulon where many of the other Exorcists were based for the city so as not to attract attention should they return bloodied from a mission. Looking up and out the small circular window at the bright sapphire sky towards Gods domain, Tristan sighed as he resolved himself further and steeled his nerves for what he was about to do. "Oh God, my path has been chosen. The visions you have bestowed upon me are clear, I shall adhere to the Lady of the Lakes will..." donning his eagle styled helm which sparkled in the shaft of sunlight that he was sat partially in. "Forgive me for what I am about to do Mother Griselda, Sister Irina, Sister Xenovia, Brother Hugh, Father Vasco. I will end the Holy Sword Project and be vilified doing it."

Standing and flexing his limbs a little as it had been a week or so since wearing his Paladin's armour. Tristan looked one last time out the window before closing his startling emerald eyes. Looping his fabled British long bow Failnaught over his shoulder with its quiver, he picked up Gem his jewel encrusted sword, the sword of his ancestor Galahad which he wielded during his quest for the Holy Grail. Strapping it to his waist he walked out of his room, silver and gold inlaid plate gently clanking together.

Moving through the wing of the church that his room was situated in, Tristan came across a priest, a young acolyte and if he wasn't mistaken the armourers apprentice here in southern France. Watching as the young teen who was only a year or two older than himself bow to him, the Paladin Legion Commander. As the young man was bowed Tristan pointed his hand at the ground near the young man, a trio of spear like crystals erupted from the ground skewering the man and killing him. Walking past the slowly cooling corpse of his first victim. "The Church has been judged by God, this is his divine punishment for thy inhuman sins. Rest in peace and look to God for Mercy for you shall find none here."

Walking on the scream the man had uttered before his life was cruelly ripped from him had alerted a few other priests and men of the cloth. Screams soon echoed through the church as spires and spears of crystal ripped the church asunder.

Making it to the main hall of the church nave, Tristan wasn't unsurprised at seeing Brother Hugh standing before him with three nuns who were all holy and angelic spell casters and five exorcist monks, all of them veterans in hunting the supernatural in France. Brother Hugh however was another matter entirely, he had trained with him briefly at the Vatican before his heritage and lineage was discovered. But they had been childhood friends since the beginning.

Looking past his friend, now enemy he saw the old portly bishop stood between the Chancel and Sanctuary by the altar. He was soon snapped out of his silent regard for the bishop who had so boldly not a week before demanded alongside Valper for him to be a part of the Holy Sword Project. As far as he knew every person in this church was a part of the despicable and inhumane acts that Valper and the Bishop were intending to mete out on poor children.

Hugh seeing his friend standing before them in his illustrious, shining resplendent golden eagle armour gulped before shouting as he the Nun's powered up there spells not that he doubted they'd be able to scratch Tristan's armour, for all he knew they'd all be dead in a matter of moments if Tristan decided to use his fortress of impalement spell. And he really wished that his friend didn't do that, he had witnessed what it was capable of when Tristan wiped out armies of vampire ghoul servants with a wave of his hand. "Tristan, stop this madness. No more need to die here, surely you know the penalty for spilling and shedding blood here on Holy ground."

Looking at his friend, Tristan gulped a little. This was going to be the hardest part of his desire to put an end to the Holy Sword Project, killing Hugh. But he had steeled himself all week for this moment and he would not falter or hesitate, Father Vasco had taught him better as had Mother Griselda. "God has judged all those before me as guilty for crimes against humanity. May you find mercy at his side, for all you'll find here is retribution and death."

As he said that he held his hand out and with a glow of bluish white light announced, "Shame the Dragon Caliburn!" in his hand appeared a beautifully crafted blade, with a long two-handed grip despite only needing one hand to wield it, round blue pommel. An overlarge holy cross shaped guard and a long purple blade with a golden edge.

Dashing forwards he bulldozed into the light sword and axe wielding priests which included Brother Hugh. Thanks to his armour he was protected rather handily from their attacks blocking an axe cut he riposted and ripped the axe wielding priests throat out before using the blunt cross guard like a hammer and smashing a man across the face knocking him to the ground.

Parrying and countering the remaining three priests and Hugh, Tristan pointed his free hand at the ground and two spires of crystals launched out of the ground swallowing two of the priests up placing them in limbo. Having to dodge blasts of holy magic from the Nuns who were constantly attempting to get behind him was becoming annoying for him.

"Execution Field!" as he announced his attack Hugh looked shocked as he attempted to dive out the way dodging the first few lances and spears of crystal erupting out of the ground which had impaled his remaining foes minus the bishop by the Altar. Hugh however was unlucky, during his diving dodge he was impaled through his stomach and slid to the ground while his comrades were hung like gory trophies.

Tristan ignoring the corpses and the silent body of his friend Hugh as he lay in a pool of his own blood advanced on the Bishop who was sat on the ground lent up against the Altar staring in shock and fear at the sight of his advancing executioner "Bishop Aurélien Noel Chapuis, I deem you guilty in the eyes of God for being a supporter and main benefactor of the Holy Sword Project, I Tristan Cú Chúille Commander of the Paladin Order of Vatican Knights sentence thee to death. May you find mercy in Heaven, for you shall find none here. Know that I take great pleasure in ridding the world of trash like you."

Aurélien in a moment of lunatic courage began laughing "Amazing, your power is greater than anything that Valper predicted, with you the Church will rid the world of Devils and retake the Kingdom of Heaven. HAHAHAHAHA!"

Hearing enough of the man's fanatic spouting's of demon hunting, Tristan allowed Caliburn to disappear before his hand was engulfed in another bluish white glow "Caliburn fake or not is too good a blade for a monster like you to die by, for you a lesser blade will suffice handsomely, a plain exorcist blade will do" and as he said a plain exorcist sword manifested in his hand before he thrust forwards and cleaved the man's black and evil heart in two.

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2 hours later

Sat upon the Altar situated in the sanctuary of the church Tristan, who had discarded his helmet and had it placed by his side as he forced himself to stare at the murderous scene before him that he had wrought so mercilessly not two hours before hand. Allowing his hair and face to be kissed by the soft breeze that now flowed through the nave, aisles, transept, chancel and sanctuary where many of the stained-glass windows had been broken in the fighting. He hadn't dirtied his ancestral weapons once with the blood of the church, only having to use his Sacred Gear Blade blacksmith and crystal magic a sub-category of earth magic, a magic he was predisposed to according to Father Vasco and Mother Griselda during his training.

His rusty ginger hair that fell loosely around his head with much of his face being shadowed by it. Looking up at the flickering candles, then down at the pool of blood that was becoming sticky and thick he tapped the body of Failnaught that sat at his side on the Altar. "So, fate was inevitable, and my visions are coming to pass..." moving some of the hair from out of his face and hooking it over his ear and shoulder smiled ever so slightly as he heard a muffled and stifled gasp of a little child accompanied with multiple sets of footsteps. Sitting up straighter he spoke at normal level allowing his voice to echo around his execution field. "Just as I had foreseen, reveal yourself my Crimson fated child."

No sooner than he had said it a crimson haired girl appeared before him at the far end of the nave right next to one of his many coloured crystal lances and spears. And as the girl appeared, just like his vision a man who could pass as the little girl's elder brother or father appeared next a Silver-tressed, blue dressed woman who was a contrast to the other's red and black.

Feeling out the auras of the three before him he shuddered a little under his armour as he felt the males, the elder females was just as worrying as the males, but while his was chaotic and destructive, hers was cold and precise. The little ones who his fate was intertwined with so closely if his visions were anything to go by and believe, hers was chaotic and destructive to but not nearly as vast as the males. He could fight her and ultimately win, but the other two, he knew them by reputation alone, two of the twenty or so beings that exorcists were not to hunt in anything less than groups of hundred plus.

His sing song Irish accent that had demure and sultry hints of Italian and French wafted around the hall "Well now this is a surprise, for the Lucifer and his Silver Haired Ultimate Queen and the second strongest she-devil to be in attendance, with such a handsome bonnie wee lass."

Before either of the elder devils could voice their concerns about how the armoured individual before them knew of their identities, the smallest and youngest of their trio spoke out with a slight blush at being called handsome, she was quite happy with the compliment she heard her father call her mother handsome on many occasion when she was wearing a new dress or when she was looking her usual dazzling self. Placing her hands on her hips while her little pink dress poofed out and fell to her knees and her crimson tresses fell to her bottom spoke happily. "We felt something powerful while we were exploring the city..., well big brother and Grayfia did, I saw a bunch of crystals poking out of the roof. I told big brother that we should investigate."

Laughing at her answer and standing from his position, he gave a little bow "I see, your bravery is commendable red fated child of mine. Your curiosity and naivety were all predestined to lead us to meeting here in these once hallowed halls of God that now serve as a grave to many exorcists, priests and nuns. For you see red-tressed child of fate, I am the source of the power that you wanted to seek out so vigorously and energetically."

Allowing the little girl to examine a crystal spear that had snatched away her attention briefly. The elder red head and only male spoke up now that his sister had said her piece and allowed herself to become distracted with the crystals. "I'm sorry my good knight but it seems you hold us at a disadvantage, you know of who we are, yet we do not know who you are. But judging by the armour you don and the ginger hair, perhaps the rumours could be true." Sirzechs implied as a smile played at his lips.

Flicking his hair with his hands and nodding ever so slightly Tristan acquiesced what the Lucifer of the Underworld said and looked at the powerful being through his hair as he kept his head bowed slightly "I will concede those rumours have some merit to them."

Before their conversation could continue the little girl in pink dress and wide brimmed pale cream tea party hat tapped on one of the crystal spires that had the body of a light spear wielding priest encased within. "Hey Sir Knight...?" she then sniffed a little as she regarded Hugh's corpse on the ground. "Why'd you kill all these churchy people..." then as an afterthought realised that the mysterious knight hadn't given his name. "and what may your name be Knight of Crystals?"

Looking at her with sad green eyes as a brief wave of sadness washed over him, as he glanced at Hugh's corpse. "A disagreement Crimson haired one..." He then looked about the Church nave before resting his eyes on Aurélien's corpse at his feet. "Certain people in power are responsible for their actions and must reap what they sow, no matter the consequences. These deaths were tragic but necessary for the Church to see their mistakes and rectify them. But if I have my way this will be the first of many deaths for this message is not big enough. Nor does it carry the weight I desire..." tearing his gaze away from the portly bishop who had grown fat on the churches good faith, he gazed softly at the innocent devil-child before him uncorrupted by sin "Tell me thy name first and you shall know mine in turn. After all it is good faith and manners to offer one's own name first."

Pouting and sticking her tongue out at Tristan who laughed ever so slightly and far to quietly for anyone to hear him, as he watched her with one hand on her hip while pointing at her own chest and stating proudly "Meanie, I'm Rias Gremory, heiress and next head of the House of Gremory and daughter of the Great Archduke."

Smiling a little at her proud proclamation and obvious pride in her heritage he laughed a little louder as he looked at the lofty ceiling of the church nave. "Ah, very good child of Gremory, so I am graced with a Devil Lord, a Pillar Devil and an Extra Demon, I must say it is an honour meeting such beings here of all places..." stepping forwards and away from the Bishops corpse, Tristan descended the few steps that separated the sanctuary from the transept and nave. Stopping he gave a bow that he had been taught by many of the priests. "For such a grand introduction as you gave Archduchess, I shall oblige and give one just as grand, my name is Tristan Cú Chúille, Paladin Commander of the Paladin Order of Vatican Knights, Descendant on my Father's side to Sir Galahad and Sir Lancelot Du Lac. On my Mother's side descendant of Sir Tristan, all three of them noble knights of the King of Knights, King Arthurs Round Table, wielder of the Sacred Gear Blade Blacksmith, the Holy Bow Failnaught and the Holy Sword of Chivalry the Gem sword of the River."

Finishing his grandiose and grandiloquent introduction Tristan watched as the Lucifer rose an eyebrow showing his interest in him, the Ultimate Queen remained stoic not at all showing any interest at all towards his pomp and pride.

Rias on the other hand looked starry eyed, standing before her was a descendant of some of the most legendary and highly romanticised knights to ever live, it was as if she could have her own knight in shining armour whom she could rely on just like Queen's Iseult and Guinevere and Lady Elaine, but what she didn't get was what was so important about the weapons he had named, she guessed the Blade Blacksmith was something to take note of he would be a powerful ally to have in the Underworld with his use of holy swords. But what were these other weapons Failnaught and the Gem Sword of the River?

Turning and tugging on Grayfia's skirt she asked. "Grayfia, what's a Failnaught and Gem Sword?"

Watching with amusement at how Rias was acting. He too wanted to hear what the powerful she-devil had to say about his Holy Weapons. "My lady Rias, the Gem Sword is a Holy Sword rumoured to be the Third Strongest Holy Sword, capable of extraordinary power, on par with the likes of the Dragon Slaying Sword Ascalon and the Holy Sword Galatine the Second King Maker Sword. A weapon to be wary of should you face it in battle..."

Nodding a little at what she said so far, he noted that the Lucifer was still regarding him with interest almost as if he was planning to do something with him. He was then bought out of his own silent regarding and stare off with the Lucifer and King of Devils as Grayfia who had paused explained his bow Failnaught to Rias.

"Failnaught is the only Holy Bow that I know of and is rumoured to have had a part in slaying a Dragon and a previous Devil King, Lord Mammon the III. It is also rumoured to have never missed a shot and always hit's its target no matter what, a terrifying weapon if rumours can be believed. I myself thought the Bow had been lost to the ages centuries ago, but perhaps that is not the case and the bow on the Altar is indeed the fabled Failnaught."

Rias nodded at that before turning and looking at Tristan with stars in her eyes as she stared at him she started having visions of him riding upon a pure white horse and whisking her off her feet and saving her from an evil villain at which point the villain resembled her arranged marriage fiancé Riser. Right before her fantasy changed to Tristan holding his bow in one hand standing above Riser whose devil heart had been pierced by an arrow from Failnaught.

Tristan smiling as he could only imagine what such a young girl was thinking having to had to deal with Irina and Xenovia on multiple occasions when he was at the Vatican. "Quite accurate Lady Grayfia, but with my other abilities there is usually no need for me to rely on my ancestral weapons, quite simply speaking should I draw Gem or Failnaught in battle my victory is all but assured."

While he was talking, he watched as Sirzechs knelt next to Rias and began whispering in her ear, making her eyes slowly widen and cheeks to slowly redden and become a little flushed. Just what exactly was the King of Devils thinking, just what was he plotting, but regardless the way things were progressing he would be in position where he would be kneeling before the Crimson Princess of Gremory.

Rias who was stood stock still at what her brother had said to her secretly was inwardly squealing and dancing with joy at what had been suggested to her 'Yay, yay, yay, yay. Sir Tristan my Knight in Shining armour, Knight of the Princess of Ruin. Ahhhh, he could be the Princess's Knight of Ruin.'

"Excuse me Sir Tristan?" Rias said gracefully as she mustered up all the poise and grace she could and remembering what her mother and elder Gremory clan members had taught her.

Tristan who had been watching the devil's closely thought he felt something gently urge him forwards as if a phantom hand had pushed him slightly, walking forwards he allowed his piercing emerald gaze that had been focused on the Lucifer's own powerful destructive blue-eyed scrutiny to soften. Bowing his head, a little to meet the young girls own blue and gracefully demure countenance spoke softly "Yes, Crimson haired Archduchess, speak your heart's desire."

Sighing happily at the way he addressed her loving the Crimson haired part, she loved her hair and loved when it was complimented, allowing her cheeks to redden ever so slightly and feeling her ears burn a little from heat, reached into the little clutch bag she had in her hand and pulled out a chess piece "Sir Tristan, I would like to formerly offer you a position as my Queen and second in command of my Household, I would very much so love it if you accepted my offer to become my resplendent knight of jewels." She added at the end as she noted the jewel encrusted hilt of his ancestral blade Gem. And for added affect she remembered what her mother had said for her to do when she wanted a man to do something for her, she widened her eyes and gave the tiniest pout along with making her now blue doe like eyes shimmer and sparkle in the candlelight.

Hearing her offer, he understood now the full meaning of his visions and smiled as he looked at the ceiling for a moment allowing his hair to fall back revealing his narrowing and knightly featured face that was handsome and devilishly so. Closing his eyes, he muttered. "So, the saying goes, you only realise the meaning of visions as they are happening before you."

Stepping closer to Rias and around the body of the priest whose face he had caved in with the hilt of Shame the Dragon Caliburn, drawing Gem his ancestral blade he placed the point of the sword in the ground before kneeling. Once knelt he proffered the jewel covered hilt towards Rias whom reached out and rested her hand on the hilt fully expecting to be met with pain but only receiving a tingling sensation on her palm.

Smiling at the fact his blade was different to other Holy Swords, in the fact that it will allow anyone to touch her so long as they are innocent and pure of heart hence why a child she-devil is able to touch Gem without repercussions. But should an adult touch the hilt, Gem will determine the persons worth and fate and decide whether or not she shall allow them to wield her. Staying knelt he remembered vividly one of his vision like dreams where he had met a woman claiming to be Nyneve the Lady of the Lake that had a hand in looking out for his ancestor's Galahad and Lancelot. She had taught him the oath that the Knights of the Round table swore to Arthur. Call him crazy but he believed this to be the right time to use the oath of his ancestors.

I am a Knight sworn by Valour.
My Heart knows only Virtue.
My blade Defends the helpless.
My Might upholds the weak.
My Words speak on Truth.
My Wrath undoes the wicked.
My Knowledge will defend ignorance.
My skills will be taught to the willing.
My Temper shall be held by patience.
I will give aid to those who seek it.
I Will ask for aid when needed.
I am Your Sword and Shield

Finishing the oath, he looked up at Rias with sad looking eyes, it almost felt as if Hugh was looking at him with anger and sadness at his choice to become a devil. But in all honesty what he had done, in the eyes of the church he was already a devil, it wouldn't take much for the higher ups to convince people that he had been possessed and needed to be exorcised and dealt with.

Moving his gaze away from his knew king he looked at the Devil King and Ultimate Queen, before looking at his young King as she gazed at him fondly for the words he had already spoken. "My Family Cú Chúille is the family name of Iseult, Tristan's lover and the mother of his child whom was never mentioned in history. We of the Cú Chúille have been serving the Church as a substitute for the King we lack and have been so desperately searching for these past centuries, but no English Monarch has proved worthy of our fealty. I like my ancestors began to believe that our searching would be in vain, but then in my dreams a King worthy of my family's fealty would come forward, Rias Gremory you are that King, benevolent and proud, kind and nurturing. All traits needed to be a King of renown. I see a bright future for us my King, one paved and filled with bloodshed, honour, victory and celebration. I Tristan Cú Chúille will stand with you till the end even if it means certain death, you shall bring this world into a new era my sublime and illustrious King."

As he said that he gently took Rias' free hand that was holding the Queen chess piece and allowed her to place it against his plate armoured chest before gasping as his body became devil in nature, the feeling of raw power was overwhelming oh how he wished to continue feeling such a luminous feeling, but he knew it would end. Looking at his armour he was surprised when the cloth became black with red edging, while the plate became a mixture of red and black, while the gold inlay became a dazzling silver that positively shined against the crimson and obsidian colours.

Sirzechs while Tristan was revelling in the power that all new reincarnated beings went through a stage that would pass in a short amount of time, but it was much like getting your first shot of cocaine or much like ones first drug high. Turning to Grayfia he pursed his lips as he turned to regard the Knight who had just sworn himself to his little sister "A seer perhaps, he keeps mentioning that he has seen these events in visions, what do you think. You've had more dealings with seer's and fortune tellers than I have."

Having been wondering much the same thing, Grayfia straightened out the white pinafore that was around her waist "he may have a dormant ability to see variations of the future or have premonitions, possibly more instinctual and powerful gut feelings than anything else, I'd wager on an outside force guiding him on this path Lord Lucifer, these visions as he puts them have been far to accurate or detailed from how he has acted, not even the Purson Clan have such powerful visions..." she then paused for a second before adding "He also knew exactly when we would arrive as well, it would be worth looking into."

Nodding in accord with what his Queen had said, thinking much the same thing as she had voiced. "Dream like visions, legendary blood of round table knights and a power to rival many young devils. Such an interesting young man I wonder what would've happened should the Vatican had more like this young man..." He then looked at some of the impaled Warrior Monk Class Priests that hung limply like gory trophies, "Second Coming of the Impaler Lord perhaps, I feel nostalgic all of a sudden almost as if the Voivode is here again ready to fight with us. Out of all the Vampires I liked him the most."

Closing her eyes at the thought of Vlad Dracula III, the Impaler Lord, Grayfia sighed. She never could bring herself to like the man, like her King did. He had mentioned many a time had he any evil pieces left he would've reincarnated the prolific count as one of his servants. But try as she might she was happy that the good Dr Abraham Van Hellsing Church of England Exorcist had ended the reign of the Impaler Count. "As you say my King, but perhaps it would be prudent to allow the next generation of devils to choose how they develop themselves." She said neutrally but she hoped her hard headed and stubborn King would heed her impartial advice at face value and not look deeper into it, she could do without another Impaler imitator running about the world.

Rias, for the sake of tradition, a tradition that had become somewhat of an unspoken lore and part of the reincarnation process "Tristan Cú Chúille, my Knight of Jewels, Ruin and Destruction, now my Queen, rise up and wield your sword in my name...," She then straightened herself even more and looked directly at Tristan who straightened himself as he saw the beginnings of steel to weave and lace themselves in her gaze and voice. "Strike down my enemies, protect my allies. And from this day forward, don't only live your life for yourself, but live it for me and all of the House of Gremory. Speak thine name and rise a Knight and Queen of Rias Gremory the Heiress to the House of Gremory the Great Archduke of the Underworld."

Not expecting such passion and powerful words to come from his King believing her to be still a child not a budding Monarch of her Household. Allowing a smile to play and tug at his lips, Tristan rose from his knelt position until he was standing before his King, sheathing his blade he bowed his head a little "I Tristan Knight and Queen of Archduchess Rias Gremory, pledge myself."

Nodding happily at what he said Rias turned around clasped her hands behind her back and smiled at her brother, but also taking note of Tristan who was stood just behind her. "Alright big brother all done!" She said happily as she began to walk forwards with Tristan following her not once casting a look back at his old life.

Closing his eyes and turning on his heel and flicking his cape out behind him began walking with Grayfia hot on his heels "Your flare for theatrics is as strong as ever, Rias dear. Need I remind that Mother may scold you should we arrive home late for dinner."

Pouting a little Rias puffed up her chest and placed her hands on her hips, something Tristan believed he would be seeing more of the longer he stayed at his Kings side. "Huh, with Tristan here I will be protected from mother scolding me."

Knowing the need for children to be scolded by their parents having literally seen Griselda and Vasco as his parents more so than his mother who had abandoned him to the Church and his father who had gotten himself killed fighting for the IRA a mere month before he was born. Speaking up and getting a nod from Grayfia at his words and chortle from Sirzechs. "My Lady Rias should you find yourself being scolded and reprimanded by your Lady Mother, I will not raise a finger to save you. It is a parent's prerogative to teach their children and punish as they see necessary."

Rias who was looking quite confident just gawped at her Queen and Knight before sputtering as she kept pace with him, her elder brother and Grayfia "But Tristan, you said you'd protect me from all my enemies, doesn't an angry mama count as well. And what good are you going to be as my protector and Queen if you're just going to let mama scold me, it's not fair."

Chuckling a little he noticed the Lucifer was also laughing in much the same way as he was. "Sorry Milady Rias, but it isn't my place to come between mother and child."

"Well said Tristan, my good man. We shall blame Rias for everyone's lateness to dinner." Said Sirzechs as he created a red portal in front of them. "Rias please place a seal on Tristan's hand, so we may go home, I'm rather famished if I do say so myself."

Smiling Rias took Tristan's hand, he then felt a tingle on his palm through the plate and leather that covered his hands. Looking at his King with a quirked brow, she giggled a little "this magic seal allows you to open locks on certain places at the Gremory Mansion as well at our human world safehouses, it also lets you use our teleportation circles."

Nodding at her explanation "That would be very handy indeed. It would explain why on any devil hunts they always have to have a demolitions expert."

Shrugging at his statement Sirzechs walked into the circle and disappeared and was followed by Grayfia, who was followed by Rias who all but skipped through the portal completely forgetting she might be getting in trouble with her mother for being late for dinner. Taking a deep breath and looking back one last time, he closed his eyes and stepped through the portal ready to enter his new world and where he would call home.

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