Disclaimer: I still don't own DxD and I still don't have a yacht.

I'm sooo sorry for taking down this chapter. I didn't like how it goes, and just— argh. It's one of those things that you think is good at first glance, but it really isn't.

I'm sorry. I swear it won't happen again. Hopefully.

The chapter is pretty short, but I've got my point pointed out and I don't see the need for it to be a lengthy one.

Anyway, I added the tag OC for the story.

Enjoy!

Lucifer

Chapter I

||A Spark||

"I'm only evil when I need to be."

Sirzechs Gremory, the brilliantly crimson haired young looking fellow, regarded as Satan Lucifer by the residents of the Underworld, for the first time ever since his Japanophile little sister showed him her impressive collection of artifacts, was muddled by bewilderment.

During his lifetime as a Devil, he had seen, experienced, and even created myriads of spectacles that many deemed as miracles. However, never he had seen a crater that not only was half a mile deep and a mile in diameter, unbelievably smooth and half-ball shaped, and appeared out of nowhere, in the middle of nowhere.

Sirzechs stepped back from the edge. "This wasn't here until today?" he asked to the gigantic creature standing beside him, a bipedal Dragon of dark purple scales with twin yellow horns that reflected the shine of the Dark Sun.

"Not when I flew by 'ere two hours ago."

Sirzechs' sleek crimson eyebrows creased. "You didn't see anything then?"

"Nay." The Dragon shook his humongous head left and right.

"Are you positive this wasn't your doing?"

"Aye— what did you mean by that?!"

As the Dragon shot him a glare, the Crimson Satan cackled. "Just a little joke. Don't be so mad."

"I find your lousy gags gagging." The Dragon snarled, growing to a low growl as Sirzechs seemed mildly amused by his unintentional play of words. Tannin decided to shift the topic back to the original.

"Got any names?"

Sirzechs shrugged his shoulders, shaking his multiple shoulder guards, three on each shoulder.

"A few comes to mind," he said, speculatively, "But I doubt it's any of them." His sharp beryl eyes gazed over the massive crater once more, sweeping for missing clues, but found none.

A strong gust blew off from his nose as Tannin huffed. "Ye reckon this's them brats' doin'?"

"Who?"

"Them Brigade oafs."

"Oafs?" The Crimson Satan let loose of a burst of chuckle, coming across as a snort. "Nah, I don't think it's them either. They act with purpose. This is but a mass graveyard from the Great War. Nothing of value can be retrieved apart from a piece of history."

"We got nothin' then."

Heaving a sigh, Sirzechs nodded. "Yep. Nothing. Let's rest the case for now. Think of it as an environmental anomaly. We have more pressing matters at hand."

Tannin snorted. "Hah. Which? Those snobbish brats? Or is it that prideful Phoenix brat?"

"They have the blood of the late Satans, Tannin. Don't underestimate them." Sirzechs said wisely as the crimson magic circle, bearing the crimson sigil of the Gremory, formed beneath his feet. "I have no say about the latter, though, unfortunately."

The Dragon shook his head disapprovingly. "Ye Devils and yer arranged marriage..."

"Aren't you one as well, Tannin?"

"Ja, I know. Ye needn't remind me."

Sirzechs laughed. "Carry on then." After a bright red flash, the Crimson Satan disappeared.

Tannin took another glance at the caved-in land that could fit 40 of him at might fit some more. He grunted once, shaking his curiosity away. Then his draconic wings lifted him to the sky in a powerful gust, throwing dusts in the air as the Blaze Meteor Dragon took flight, and soared away from the scene.

Break

Meanwhile, the handsome culprit was sitting on a pew, in front of an altar, inside a Catholic church. Not praying, though.

"You missed a spot there." He said to the brutally beaten middle-aged man kneeling in front of him. Who was, by the way, wiping the bloodstain using what was left of his pink-purple suit.

"There you go! Not so hard wasn't it?" Lucifer chirped, beaming a smile as he patted the Fallen Angel's head. As he stood up, the man recoiled, sprawled onto his back as the screams of his dead comrades were still fresh in his ears.

Lucifer picked up a light purple fedora off the ground, and placed it on top of the Fallen Angel's burnt black hair, dusting it with a stroke that made the guy flinch. His last eye stared to the suited figure in pure fear as the other had been melted away.

Somehow, Dohnaseek felt no pain. Fresh red blood was dripping off the stump of where his left arm should be, but he was numbed. He felt nothing but fear.

What a wonderful expression, Lucifer mused. "Well then, Donut Dick. Where's Amano Yuuma?"

He sauntered down the spiral stairways of the shady building.

From what he recalled from his many lives, churches should be holy and bright. It should be filled with the angelic voice of the choir as they raise their praises to the good Lord above. But this one, however, was not only gloomy and dark, untidy, and positively cobwebbed and dust-ridden, it was humid.

Not the most suitable condition to be wearing a suit.

He was very careful upon his steps. Very, very careful. Like a soldier on a landmine. He didn't want to step on something he'll regret. Sure he could toss his shoes if that ever happen, but The Morning Star had a pet peeve towards wastefulness.

{You truly are the original Lucifer...} Within him, the Red Dragon Emperor voiced his disbelief. {What you did back there was brutal.}

"Their fault for being uncivilized." Lucifer replied humorously. Might as well waste some time while he's scaling the stairs. "Can't they see I come in peace?"

{Of course you did... That thick black aura resonating from your body should've made it clear for them to see.} Ddraig snarked, but then coughed awkwardly, and lowered his tone to a polite one. {...Well then...I wager you're quite the powerful being. Do you suppose you can, you know... unseal me?}

"Aah~? Look who's suddenly well-mannered now, eh?" Lucifer hummed, and Ddraig laughed awkwardly. The idea was amusing. It tickled him in the right place of his dark heart. Along with women, songs, sex, and drinks, he loves juicy proposition the most. There's a reason a Deal with the Devil is a famous phrase.

"But let's say that I can. What will I get in return?"

{Err... Well... what do you want?}

"Mmmn..." Lucifer pondered for a while as his russet eyes glimmered a spark of blue. A sign he was deeply interested in something. "I do like the sound of having one of the Heavenly Dragon serving under my name..."

{Very well, I'll be under your service.}

"Brilliant!" The man said as he continued his stroll.

{...So, will you do it?}

"Hm? Do what?"

{Unsealing me?}

"Ah, right. How will I do that?" But do you know what else he loves other than those noted above? Playing a (usually) harmless trick on someone else. Before the Welsh Dragon let loose of his rampant rage, Lucifer switched off the link that connected their thoughts, and walked with a renewed satisfaction.

Several paces later, he arrived in front of large double doors. Being the polite gentleman, Lucifer knocked three times before he sauntered inside as if he owned the place.

He whistled. "What kind of church is this? I like it. Where do I sign up?" A dozen of figures cloaked in black robe turned to him. He paid no mind to them afterwards. He's busy looking around.

A big room with tall ceiling; tall enough to fit a lengthy stairways leading to a huge cross at the middle, where there chained a blonde young girl.

Her head hung low, and she wasn't moving.

Probably dead.

On a side note, she was covered in only her underwear, but— 'Meh. I'm no pope.'—kids doesn't excite him.

Lucifer strolled around the area; poking stuffs that sparked his interest, before recoiling from the dusts as two Fallen Angels flew at him.

"Have you ever considered a spring cleaning?"

"Who are you?" demanded one of the Fallen Angels in a high-pitched feminine voice. A blonde-girl dressed in a black gothic Lolita dress. Cutesy isn't his type, so he ignored her deliberately. Besides, she ignored him in the first place.

"What do you want?" The voice of the woman in burgundy suit was deeper, but still womanly. This Fallen Angel, though... he would love to bury his face between her breasts. It was a miracle how her suit buttons hadn't gave way.

Lucifer beamed his charismatic smile, which somewhat infuriated Mittelt. "Presently? your name. Later on? You."

"Stop spouting nonsense!" Mittelt warned, pointing her pink lightspear dangerously.

The First Devil appeared to be taken aback, a feigning act he mastered to gain sympathy, or revulsion if executed poorly.

"But I'm not spouting nonsense." he smoothed his eyes upon Kalawarner's cleavage, "I know, for a fact, what I want..." and then steadily crept up past her lips, over her flushed cheeks, and ended to gaze at her shadowy yellow irises, "or who I want, in particular."

"Kalawarner, snap out of it!"

Kalawarner shook her head, shaking her blush and her lust regarding this sharply dressed man. As the gothic Lolita ruined his charm, Lucifer decided to return to his previous objective. "Is Amano Yuuma here?"

"It's Raynare. And how do you know that name?" another voice came from above as another Fallen Angel approached them. That spiteful, racy voice, lustrous thighs, perfectly ample body layered in revealing black lingerie-like outfit, there was no mistaking it.

"Ah! Raynare, I see... Raynare and Kalawarner... Gorgeous names." Lucifer exclaimed, switching glances between the two women. "My, you Fallens are daring women aren't you? Can't blame you I suppose. I'd show off too if I'm a woman with a body like either of yours."

"Are you saying there's something wrong with mine, huh? Jerk?!" Mittelt took offence, and her anger seemingly coursed to her lightspear as its crackle intensified.

Lucifer raised his hands yieldingly. "Calm down, not everyone can be sexy." While boiling Mittelt's blood, he stole a glance at Raynare. She appeared skeptical at first, but was starting to be drawn into his charm. He could see the smile her lips barely suppressed; about to break out like the lust that was slowly burning her body as it did to her fellow friend.

"Tell me, what's your plan for tonight? How about a late dinner at my place, and perhaps a couple of drinks until you find me attractive?"

He saw the two ladies exchanged glances with each other while the blonde girl was seething in anger. He received his reply.

"We'll just have plain water."

"WHAT?!" Mittelt shouted.

Hearing that, Lucifer was flattered. His charming smile became even more appealing as it changed to a genuine one. "Well? What are we waiting for?"

And then the double doors crashed open. A guy in white robe tumbled over the floor, raising himself with a sword. Yet another light weapon, Lucifer thought absently.

"Freed?" Raynare said.

"FUCK!" shouted Freed. He appeared unharmed, just a bit dusty. "Hey Rayray, those shitty Devils followed me here, and— tch!" he was cut short as he had to parry a sword slash from a Devil.

Freed distanced himself. "Handsome bastard."

Kiba smiled.

The reincarnated Devil was not alone, though, as the rest of his group showed up from the wide open double doors, and as the darkly robed people scampered away, the Fallen Angels had left him completely.

Lucifer groaned as Rias and company made their appearances. Sure they're Devils like him, but they just cockblocked him. Hard. Pondering his bad luck, Lucifer took a seat at a nearby statue, not bothering to be noticed, and watched the scene ensued in silence.

"Fallen Angel Raynare," the crimson-haired Devil began, "Not only you killed a student of my school, and in my territory nonetheless, but you also kidnapped yet another." her eyes narrowed, "And killed her as well."

'Oh right. She technically killed me.' Lucifer thought absently as he looked at the huge cross, finding the aforementioned student still hanging around. Still very much dead. Then he returned his attention to the conflict. Occasionally his eyes wandered off at Kalawarner's chest.

"They're just humans." Raynare replied with a certain edge in her voice. "Also... I find it odd that you didn't prevent the kidnapping in the first place, despite you have your servants close-by, Rias of House Gremory. It is as though you intended them to die in the first place?"

That flickered a flame in his soul. Anger? No... More like a certain type of fascination. A Devil was meant to be as manipulative as they can for their welfare in the first place. To be free with their will. And this Rias seemed to have realized that there are no rules to be followed.

'How beguiling.' Lucifer grimly smiled.

Then there was much shouting, sword clashing, spells chanted, spurts of blood and horrified screams, then pain and agony and death. Oh the horror. It had been a long while since he last seen the Power of Destruction up close. He figured the girl also had Bael in her lineage.

Hers was weaker than his, though. Well no matter. Strength is less important than wit.

As the noise died down, Lucifer got off from his spectator seat, and at last the Devils became aware of his presence, as shown by their battle stance. He carefully walked over the black remains of the Fallen Angels, feeling nothing despite they were supposed to do the deed with him.

Lucifer paused his steps, and raised both of his hands, showing his empty palms. He watched her sleek crimson eyebrows furrowed.

"Who...? Who are you?" Rias said inquisitively, appearing troubled despite having never seen him before. The reincarnated Devils felt nothing, but that's normal for them.

"Lucifer." He said, playing a smile into place as his russet eyes flared a splash of turquoise. "Just Lucifer."

To be continued...

Thank you for reading, leave a review if you like, follow and favos. Again, I'm terribly sorry for the whole fiasco of rewriting this chapter. I just felt the last one was too... bleh.

There's a suggestion of replacing Rias with Naruse Mio from another anime. Well, I can't, and I don't want to replace the main girl of the DxD due to the plans I have for her.

Adding her as Rias' sister doesn't sound so outlandish, though, but this one depends on you guys. If you approve her, I'll make a few edits in this chapter. There won't be any other OCs aside from her and Luci.

If you don't, I'm fine with it.

Either way, have a nice day.