Chapter 2
Two New Devils
A/N: Whoo! Pushing out chapters like a boss! I ended up having a considerable amount of free time the other day so I got a lot of work done on the plot and to write out this story. This chapter will be a tad short, so sorry about that. Also to Pyrofoxxxx: I doubt you are still reading this with, but if you could please explain what was wrong with righteous or a better way to open up a story or chapter, please give feedback. I am still pretty new at this and feedback is appreciated. Of course feedback is welcome from all too. I also appreciate all the positive comments as well! With that out of the way, let's get into the story!
Light danced across his eyelids as morning gave its call. Ken slowly opened his eyes, only to shut them again quickly due to the sun shining right in his eyes. Clumsily, he pulled himself out of bed. He was in the buff. Nothing unusual about that. He found sleeping in clothes entirely stifling and hot. It didn't help that his dragon genes basically ensured that he is always warm. Even if it was below freezing, he would barely feel the chill. Arching his back, he felt it pop in several places and he groaned in relief. He rolled his shoulders getting the same satisfied pop out of them. After getting that done, he was finally awake enough to look around the room. The room was definitely not his.
For one, he didn't have a window in his room. Two, his room wasn't nearly as extravagant as this room was. Complete with a king sized bed, chestnut wardrobe and nightstand, and a dresser with a large mirror. He saw that there was a door connected to the side of the room. He assumed that this was the bathroom. Best to get a shower then deal with wherever he was. He located his discarded clothes next to the bedside and reached for them. Then he saw his hand. Or should he say, what used to be hand. His hand was now a black deformed claw. Looking up his arm, the entire top half was covered in purple scales. Ken felt his stomach drop. "No," he thought. "No, no, no. This shouldn't be happening!"
He quickly moved himself in front of the mirror and saw himself. His TRUE self. What stood there was something out of a child's nightmare. The entire front of his body was covered in purple scales with the exception of his crotch up to the base of his neck. His right hand is now a black deformed claw. His left luckily was normal. His once handsome face now partially covered by said scales. A single black horn stuck out from the right side of his forehead and curved upwards. His eyes, previously brown in color, were now golden. His canines were elongated and his face slightly narrower than before. His hair now shined a light blonde. What took the cake though was the long blonde tail that was swinging around behind him and the black wings that came out of his lower back.
He had maintained his transformation for over a decade. Even when knocked unconscious, it had never dropped. So what happened? Why now. Unless… Ken gazed at the wings. They were clearly devil wings. He wasn't ignorant of the supernatural world and was all too aware of the Biblical factions. Especially considering they were the most active faction in meddling with the lives of humans. He knew about the Evil Pieces and how they functioned as well. So that left only one option that he could think of. When he got stabbed, the damage was much more severe than what he originally thought. Resulting in him dying, and being revived as a devil. When he died, it is very likely his Chakra stopped working as well, since it is a combination of his physical and spiritual energies. Without the physical side to do its part, the transformation had dropped. Meaning whoever his master was, knew what he looked like. The MONSTER he truly was.
Ken shuddered. He got too careless. He may have lots of different abilities due to him being what he was. But, he was still mortal. He could die like anything else. But that wasn't what had caused the shudder. It was the fact that someone knew what he looked like. That was intolerable. Unacceptable. He took a deep breath. He needed to work on changing back right now. Then he can worry about how to deal with the situation. So he closed his eyes and focused. He felt deep inside of him and felt the swirling mass of energy that he held. It was his Chakra.
As a youkai, he had access to an energy known as Chakra. How Chakra was explained to Ken was similar to that of mana that most people used. Though it was also had its differences from mana. While chakra can be used for techniques and empower one's self, the way to harness chakra is completely different from mana. Using magic and thus one's mana, required the use of magic circles and a visualization of the task they want said circle to accomplish. Chakra on the other hand is a part of one's self. Aspects of his strength and spiritual prowess. It required absolute focus to use, and the effects of chakra were internal. Like hyper charging one's bioelectricity to create lightning attacks, or changing saliva into oil in order to breathe fire. It also allowed one to control elements to a degree, but that was much harder and took a lot more chakra then most people had. Ken was also aware that there were even humans that had chakra and could use it just as well as youkai. These humans called themselves ninja. While he had never seen one before, he had been told that they were fierce fighters and could control the elements with far more ease than a youkai. Much to the youkai's ire.
While chakra could be used for phenomenon like breathing fire, it had far more practical uses. In Ken's case, this was transformation. Slowly, Ken brought his Chakra outward, layering it on the surface of his skin. Slowly his deformities began to disappear. First the scales began changing to skin. The wings retracted into his back. Next, his hair and tail began turning into a sandy blonde color. His once golden eyes turned into a simple brown. His single horn began moving back into his head, as if it was recalled to return to his mind. Finally his tail wrapped around him as it turned to a deep brown color. He had never actually hid his tail. His father was a monkey youkai, so he liked to keep it out. It was one of the few traits that didn't make his gut wrench. He often used Youjitsu, or illusions, to hide it from everyone. Can't have humans knowing of the supernatural and all that.
"So, is that what you really look like?" A tired female voice called out behind him. Ken froze and slowly turned his head towards the sound of the voice until he was looking at the bed. Sitting up and staring at him with a smirk was Gremory Rias. One of the Two Great Sisters of Kuoh Academy. She had long, crimson red hair. Her blue-green eyes staring at him curiously. Known as an excellent role model and the height of beauty in school. Currently, her entire top was exposed. Leaving her ample bust to simply defy gravity as they did not sag at all and her flat stomach that curved down to her waist giving her an hourglass figure that models would kill for. Ken wasn't worried about that though. In any other situation, he would probably have a hard on the size of Mt. Fuji at seeing this crimson beauty laid out before him. However, SHE KNEW.
Ken resisted his genetic instincts to rip this girl apart where she lay. It was very, very likely she was his King now after all. Wouldn't want to be hunted by devils for the rest of his life like a certain other youkai he knew. However, ages of ancient instincts were screaming at him to take this young girl's life. She was a threat. She had leverage over him. Kill her before she can use it. End her life!
"No," he answered after a second pause. "This is what I really look like. What you saw is a form that I use for combat situations. I believe it's what you would call a Sacred Gear." A bold faced lie, but a reasonable one. There were sacred gears that had people undergo transformations, so it wasn't entirely unreasonable. He could tell she was mulling it over for a moment.
She finally spoke again and asked, "What's it called?" Ken was caught off guard. "Excuse me?" He replied.
"Your Sacred Gear. What is its name?" She asked again. Ken mentally cursed. Of course it would have been too easy for her to just accept the fact he had a sacred gear. He was banking on her Devil greed to just accept the fact that he had a sacred gear. Luck was not on his side it seems. Guess honesty is the best policy here.
Ken shrugged his shoulders. "If I'm being entirely honest, I'm not too sure myself. I'm still learning all the things it can do." This wasn't entirely wrong. He was still learning all the benefits and downsides of his different traits and the abilities that his genetic structure gave him. For example he had three sources of energy than the typical one or two. Chakra, mana, and another one he hasn't even bothered to tap into yet. The only reason he knew it existed was due to extensive meditation. Learning to harness his chakra and mana had been the easier things to learn, since he had the most information about them.
Rias nodded her head and Ken refrained from letting out a sigh of relief. She then got up and stretched, causing her bust to come out to the forefront. Ken also made note that Rias was a natural redhead. The more he stared, the more his nerves left and the more aroused he got as he watched her move about. What the hell was she doing? She is in a room with a hot-blooded teenage male, and yet she moves around nude without a care in the world. Using all of his willpower to keep himself in check, he moved to the shower quickly. He never noticed the amused smile Rias had. As he got into the shower, he decided he was going to make it as cold as possible. Not that it really mattered anyway, since you know, cold doesn't affect him. He sighed, today was already looking to go terribly.
Later that day...
He was right. He really wished he wasn't right, but he was. After he had finished with his shower and gotten dressed, he was informed that he was at Kuoh Academy's old school building. This is where Rias' Peerage congregated under the guise of the Occult Research Club or ORC for short.. He hadn't met any of his fellow devils yet due to school being in session. He had gotten out just in time to make it to third period. Now the day had finally come to a close without incident. But Ken couldn't shake this sense of foreboding off. Now the source of this foreboding stood in front of him. One Hyoudou Issei. He figured that Rias had revived him too and the boy standing here, very much alive, was proof of his assumption.
"Oi, Sage-san! Are you listening to me? I know you can hear me. Sage-san." Ken quickly put his hand over Issei's mouth, effectively silencing him. "Hyoudou-san." Ken stated dropping his voice dangerously. "If you call me Sage-san one more time, I will personally make sure that you will never be able to be able to reproduce, understood?" Issei nodded his head vigorously. "Good." He then dropped his hand from Issei's mouth and tucked his hand in his pockets. "Now, what is it that you were asking me? Oh, and just refer to me as Ken. No honorifics either. I grew up in England with that name so this will be easier for me."
Issei nodded. "In that case you can just call me Issei. But, I was asking if you knew a Amano Yuuma. "Raven haired girl, large breasts, shapely butt, pale lilac eyes." Ken couldn't help but deadpan. "You know, with the exception of that last detail, I could've sworn you were talking about Himejima-san for a second." Issei chuckled nervously. "However, I do know who you are referring to." Issei got excited at this and began monologuing about how he wasn't crazy. While he was doing that, Ken made an executive decision. It was obvious Rias hadn't told Issei of his new status yet. If he just sent him away, there was a very high chance that he would end up harming himself with his enhanced abilities. If he remembered correctly, it was Rias job to do this so why hasn't she? Guess it was up to him. He mentally sighed. "Troublesome woman."
Somewhere far away from Kuoh, a black haired man whose hair vaguely resembled a pineapple sneezed. He rubbed his nose. "Someone must have come to the realization of just how troublesome women are. Hm, troublesome." He then proceeded to continue his cloud watching and ignore the going ons around him.
Ken stopped Issei midway through his ranting. "Issei, there is something important I need to discuss with you. I'd rather not do it here though. Let's move to the roof" Issei thought about this for a second and asked, "Is this about what happened at the park?" Issei's response was a nod and Ken began walking away. Issei gulped. What happened scared him, but he was curious of why he was attacked in cold blood and why he was still alive. Even now, he could feel the sensation of the spear piercing through his chest. With a gulp and newfound determination surging through his body, Issei followed.
The walk up the stairs was a quiet endeavor. Ken didn't feel like talking as he prepped himself for responses to questions to answers Issei might ask and Issei was too nervous to do much other than follow. Finally they arrived and they were leaning against the wall near the entrance. Silence lingered for a few more minutes. Issei's nerves were getting to him. The confidence he had built coming up here had slowly degraded with the lingering silence. Thankfully, that silence was broken by the one who called him up here.
"Here's how we're going to do this," Ken stated. "It will be a Q and A. Ask a question and I will answer it to the best of my abilities. Afterwards, we are going to go meet someone. Does that work?" Issei wondered who this person was, but if he was going to get answers, he would go along with it for now. He nodded in response.
"Good. Well, ask away."
"So what was up with Yuuma. She sprouted these wings and her clothes changed. Don't get me wrong, it was really nice seeing her breasts, but what was all that about."
"Yuuma was what you would call a Fallen Angel. Fallen Angels are beings created by God-" He was cut off by Issei. "Wait you mean God, like, THE God is real?" Ken smacked him upside the head.
"Oi, don't cut me off. But yes he is real. Same goes for Vampires, demons, and all other types of mythical creatures. I know it sounds hard to believe but just try and follow for right now."
So Issei did. Ken informed him of the biblical factions. He learned of the Great War. Learned of the fallout of said war and the creation of the evil piece system used by devils to revive humans. Learned of mighty beasts of myth and legend. Learned that all the fairy tales he had been told as a child had some truth. He learned many things during this time, but he still had two questions.
"But, why me? I'm nothing special. Just a highschool boy who wants a beautiful girlfriend and to touch boobs." Ken couldn't help but sigh. Seriously if this boy wasn't such a pervert.
"I have a few guesses, but it's most likely that you have a Sacred Gear. A Sacred Gear is an item bestowed to humans by God. As far as I'm aware of the matter of who Sacred Gears choose is entirely random. Also Sacred Gears greatly differ from one another. I have only met a couple of people who have theirs and they were nothing alike. For example, I met someone with a trident that had some control over pure water called Pure Trident, and another who had a gear that had a gear called Augur which is a necklace with 3 gears of differing sizes. It allows him to transfer his speed to strength and vice-versa at will. It appears that you have a sacred gear strong enough to put you on the Fallen Angels radar. Sadly, I'm not an expert on the subject so for all I know, it could be something that temporarily increases your speed."
Issei nodded, that made sense. Finally, his last question. "So Ken. What are you?"
Ken smiled. He figured he would go for the dramatic answer. "Oh, Issei. I thought that was obvious." Ken allowed his devil wings to burst out of his back. "We're devils." Issei gaped for a moment, slightly frightened and amazed at the black leathery wing. Then something clicked. "Wait, we?" Ken simply pointed behind Issei. Issei looked behind him and sure enough two black, leathery wings were protruding from his lower back. "Holy shit I have wings," he yelled.
His yell earned him a fist to the head, that was then twisted back and forth, grinding into his head. "Hey, shut your mouth dammit." Issei proceeded to apologize profusely. "So how do I get rid of them," Issei asked. This earned a smile from Ken. "That's the easy part. Just imagine that their gone and they will go away" Sure enough, they did. Picking himself up, Ken dusted his clothes off and extended a hand toward Issei."Now that that's out of the way, let's go meet our King. Shall we?" Issei felt like he could trust Ken. He had attempted to save his life with Yuuma, or Raynre as he now knew, and tried to help him with this new life he would be living. It only took Issei a second to grab Ken's hand. So with the sun setting, a bond had been made.
A short while later at the ORC…
Ken knocked on the door of the Old School Building. Issei was looking around everywhere and said, "Isn't this the Old School Building where the Occult Research Club hangs out?" Issei asked. "Yup," Ken replied. "The same club that Rias-senpai and Akeno-senpai are members of."
"Yup." Ken knocked again. He didn't actually know if Himejima-san was a member. He just wanted to hurry up and get in. He knocked a little harder.
"So does that mean I will get to see lots of boobs. Holy crap, I'm so excited." Ken was now thoroughly disturbed. Seriously, Ken would be the first to admit that he had a healthy amount libido, but this kid was just ridiculous. "Yup, I don't have the patience for this." With that thought, he took a couple steps back from the door. Issei was broken out of his fantasy and looked at Ken curiously. "Hey Ken what are you doing?" Ken then proceeded to kick the door, breaking the hinges, and sending it flying into the room. Issei deadpanned. "Was that really necessary?" Ken simply grunted, "yes, yes it was." And proceeded to enter the room.
Issei marveled at the interior. Inside it was very grandeur. It reminded him of a Victorian style home from the middle ages. In the center of the room was a luscious rug with a low table. On either side of the table were two couches. Behind the table was a very expensive looking desk that had papers strewn all about it. Everything was lit by candlelight. Ken looked less impressed and took a seat on the left couch on the very end closest to the desk. Issei took the opposite couch and sat down on the end. Issei felt the need to break the silence.
"So, Ken what do you do for fun?" Ken shrugged.
"Training mostly."
"Cool! So what kind of training do you do? Do you like, practice firing ki blasts like Doku in Dragon Squares?" Ken couldn't help but laugh. Oh this naive young fool. Nevermind that Issei was only a year younger.
"No. Not at all. Try more intense physical training as well as practicing Bokijitsu and Kenjitsu. I also dabble in martial arts. While I do know some magic and the inner workings of it, I find it too tedious to work with." Issei nodded in understanding.
"Speaking of, I will need to help you with that. As you are now, even a two winged Fallen Angel could easily kill you." Issei looked horrified by this and replied "I mean, from what you said, Fallen Angels can use light constructs which is devils, I mean our, weakness." Ken nodded in agreement.
"That is true. However, what if they can't hit you? What if you're fast enough to avoid their weapons and to be able to mount offenses? On the other end, what if you were capable of tanking the damage to deal twice the amount of damage back? Or outwit them? Throw them off their guard. Manage their weaknesses and use your allies strength. As your are right now, you can do none of these. As such, you are currently a liability."
A teasing female voice sounded out behind him, "Ara, Ara. It seems that our new member beat us to teaching our cute new kouhai about the supernatural. How naughty of you." Her voice got lower and a little husky. "I think I may have to punish you."
That voice sent shivers down Ken's spine. He had been in life and death situations before. Fended off killing intent from some some pretty strong beings. But holy shit did that voice freak him the hell out. Turning around he saw one Rias Gremory and Akeno Himejima walking towards them, exiting a magic circle. Rias looked at the door that Ken had kicked in and raised an eyebrow.
"You know that was a magically reinforced door, correct?" Ken lazily looked at the door then back at her. "I do now." Rias grabbed the bridge of her nose and sighed. Then she gazed at Issei and smiled at him.
Issei was currently having a mental break down. "Oh my gosh, the Two Great Ladies of Kuoh Academy are here. Their boobs are number one in the entire school! Yes, this is amazing!" Everyone else saw Issei making questionable hand gestures and breathing heavily. Ken simply deadpanned. He turned to Rias, deadpan expression in place.
"Permission to kick the pervert's ass?" Rias looked amused but shot him down.
"Denied. So Issei." Issei's head whipped back up. "How much has Ken here told you?" So Issei did as asked, explaining what had been explained to him and aware of his status as a Devil. As he did so a couple more people entered and joined the group. A small, white haired girl who was eating cookies, Koneko Toujo. The school mascot. And a handsome, lithe, blonde boy. Kiba Yuuto, the Prince of Kuoh Academy.
While Issei was nearing the end of his conversation, Ken decided to get a good idea of what everyone smelled like. Strange as that may seem, Ken knew how to blind fight, using his nose, ears, and instincts to fight. While his eyesight was better than devil's due to his dragon genes, his other senses were not. However, with a slight application of chakra to the correct tenketsu, or chakra point, and he could smell and hear far better than a hunting dog.
Closing his eyes, he began sniffing out everyone's distinct scents. The blonde boy, Kiba Yuuto, smelled like iron mixed with sulfur. The iron could probably be attributed to him using a metal weapon or tool of some sort but he didn't know where the sulfur came from. He then smelled the closest person to him, Koneko. She smelled like a variety of sweets, though cinnamon rolls stood out the most. And a little bit of wet cat. Interesting, perhaps a cat youkai. Rias smelled of sulfur. He wondered if her and Kiba were a thing or if they were training before this. Akeno smelled of burnt flesh, don't ask how he knew the smell. He also decided that he would keep his distance from the distinctly terrifying lady. Then there was Issei. He smelled like a dragon. Ken's eyes flew open.
Issei was mid sentence talking about what he knew of devils when he was bodily grabbed by Ken and thrown over his shoulder. Ken looked at Rias, large smirk on his face and said, "I'm stealing your pawn, bye!" Before anyone could react to the sudden outburst. He pushed himself off the ground and through the window, smashing it into pieces. He landed on the ground below and with a quick push he took off sprinting at speeds that only Kiba could possibly match.
Akeno blinked, "Ummm Buchou, it seems as if our new member stole our cute kouhai." Rias could only nod dumbly. Too shell shocked to speak at the sudden turn of events. Kiba looked impressed, and Koneko continued to munch on her snacks. Unbeknownst to everyone else, Koneko had an idea of why Ken did what he did. As a cat youkai, she had a very sharp nose. So she had noted two things about the two new members to Rias' peerage. One smelled like a monkey, and the other a dragon.
Ken ran fast for a straight three minutes all the while listening to Issei's complaints and wails as he ran through the streets of Kuoh. Finally, he reached his destination and stopped hard. He then unceremoniously threw Issei off his shoulder. Issei attempted to not puke at the sudden decrease in speed. Issei couldn't help but think, "Seriously, this guy wasn't human. Oh, wait."
Ken began walking towards the small house they had stopped in front of. It was a one story flat in the middle of a residential district in Kuoh. Issei, after getting his bearings, followed. Seeing as he didn't know where he was and that Ken was willing to steal him away from the rest of the ORC made it seem like he didn't have much choice in the matter. That and Ken seemed like he could easily catch him if he tried to run. He then thought to Ken trying to help him in the park. No, he owed him anyway. Might as well see what's so important.
As they entered, Issei was surprised by the blandness of the room. He wasn't sure what he was expecting. Something grandeur he supposed after seeing the ORC building. Ken led him all the way into a room that was massive. Issei marveled at the size of it. He guessed the house was actually bigger than he first thought. It reminded him of the size of the Kendo building at Kuoh, with how spacious it was. Ken took him to the center of this room before stopping and looking at him.
"Issei, I can with one hundred percent accuracy say that you have a Sacred Gear." Issei's eyes widened. That was awesome news! That meant he had a badass weapon or ability. But then Issei remembered their conversation from the roof. "Hey, Ken. Didn't you say that you didn't know what Sacred Gear I had?" Ken smirked.
"I did in fact say that. However, you have a smell that tips me off that your Sacred Gear is in fact very strong. Unless you are a descendant of dragons of course. Then in which case we have an entirely different issue on our hands." Issei was thoroughly confused.
"My smell? How can you tell I smell like a dragon? And why does me smelling like a dragon mean I have a Sacred Gear?" Ken simply waved him off.
"Right now that is entirely irrelevant. What we are doing tonight is we are going to work on unlocking that Gear of yours." Issei nodded. "So what we are going to do is spar. The best way to get your Gear to unlock is by putting you in stressful situations, or so I've been told anyway. Issei deadpanned and Ken coughed into his hand. "Anyway, come at me whenever you're ready."
Issei decided not to question the logic of this, his excitement about his Sacred Gear driving him to be rash. He charged Ken full speed. He was amazed by how much quicker he was. Being able to move much faster than what he used to be able too as a human. He pulled his fist back and made a straight punch toward Ken's face. Ken moved at the last second, pulling his body to the side. Issei's fist passing centimeters from is face. Issei, undeterred by his miss, pivoted and swung again.
Ken couldn't help but click his tongue in disapproval. Slow, brash, no form. He was glad he told the boy of the supernatural when he did. Issei would have died during the first scuffle he had with someone from a different faction. He really needed to teach him exactly what he would be dealing with from now on. And what better way to do that than through physical pain?
Ken grabbed Issei's arm after moving out of the way of the oncoming fist. He then jerked, bringing Issei in close and thrust his knee into his stomach. Issei's eyes widened. Spit escaping his mouth as the air left his body. Ken let go of Issei and took a step back. Issei fell to the floor, holding his stomach taking deep breaths to try and get some air back in his body.
"Get up Issei." Issei stayed on the ground." Issei. Get. Up" Ken's voice lowered dangerously. Issei continued to stay down. Ken kicked him in the stomach, sending him sprawling across the room. Ken watched as Issei lay there for a few more moments. Slowly, ever so slowly, Issei picked himself up and glared at Ken. Inwardly, Ken smirked. Issei's eyes showed that of strength. Those were the eyes of defiance. Ken made the come at me gesture and Issei charged, pain forgotten.
With his fist reared back, he charged Ken again, roaring out his anger. Ken dodged easily again and punched Issei's shoulder. The same process repeated again and again. Issei would charge in with a punch or a kick, Ken would let him try and hit him a few times then he would retaliate. Either knocking Issei down or inflicting punishing damage in the form of kicks and punches to non-vital areas. After another ten minutes of this Issei stood there facing Ken with shaky legs. Bruises forming on his face. The defiance stood there in his eyes though. Ken knew he wouldn't fall. However, now was the time. When Issei was drained and beaten. He really didn't want to do this, since he had been slowly coming to see as Issei as a friend, but it needed to be done.
"Issei, I want you to defy me." Those were the first words Ken had spoken since he told Issei to get up. Before Issei could question those words, his stomach lurched. He looked at Ken and he saw death. He witnessed Ken punching him in the throat, killing him. Bashing him in the head until he bled to death. Running him through with a sword. Issei couldn't hold his lunch and puked all over the floor. Yet he stood. Ken took a step forward and Issei stepped back. Ken took another step and Issei couldn't keep his footing. He fell back onto his butt, staring at the slowly approaching figure of Ken.
No. He didn't want to die! He needed power damnit. Power to fight against Ken. Please something, anything give him strength to fight back. As if answering his call, a green orb appeared on his hand and a bright light filled the room as the power from the orb created a massive gust of wind. The strength of the wind was enough rip the buttons off of Ken's uniform and send it flying back. Leaving him bare chested to face the gale. Finally the light ended, and a red metallic bracer seemed to cover his hand and wrist with a green orb where the back of the hand would be.
Ken had let off the killing intent unintentionally as soon as the bright light filled the room. As it died down and as soon as he saw the metal object on Issei's wrist, he knew his plan had worked. Issei, on his butt, gave Ken a tired grin and a thumbs up. A massive smile spread across his face. "Ken-sensei, we did it." Issei then promptly passed out. Ken was surprised by the suffix. He was unsure if he called him that unintentionally due to fatigue or if he genuinely thought of him as his teacher. But Ken guessed it made some sense though. He had taught Issei about the supernatural and then helped him unlock his Sacred Gear even though he didn't have to.
With a small smile. He lifted Issei's unconscious body up and carried him to the guest bedroom. After laying him down on a futon, he headed to the back of the house to stare out the window. With a small smile, he couldn't help but think, "Maybe being part devil won't be such a bad thing."
A/N: So this chapter focused on Issei and Ken. Like I put at the end, I intend to make Ken a sort of teacher for Issei. I don't know if I'll have Issei continue to refer to Ken as sensei though. I might have the dynamic be more like Ken being a knowledgeable older sibling. I'm unsure still. Regardless, next chapter we will introduce more characters and see a little more of Ken's abilities. See you next chapter!