Chapter two

So yeah. I was reborn as Riser Phenix, the third person speaking, harem cliche bad guy, who gets his but kicked by an even more perverted, idiotic, and weak teenager.

This was all sorts of no.

Fast fowarding a number of years, I was thirteen years old, and being introduced to the Phenix family magic, basically the school of burning anything and everything to ashes, and surviving until you could.

Not exactly the most complicated, but still, they had my attention at 'burning' and my unwavering dedication at 'survival'. My two older siblings and my father were surprised at my rabid dedication to the Phenix family magics, but eventually just shrugged and figured it would pass.

My mother though… My mother knew something was up.

Ah my mother. Honestly it was a little weird how similar my mother in this world was to my mother in my past life. Both were were blond, with short cropped hair, and had let themselves go slightly to seed with the trials of motherhood, but were still fit and could reasonably expect to kid their child's butt if they misbehaved. To be fair, my current mother could do that because she was an incredibly gifted and deadly wind mage, able to slice open throats with thin blades just as easily as she could call up hurricanes, but that wasn't what made me nervous on occasion when I was around her.

It was her sheer perceptive intellect, which again, to be fair, I didn't know if was because of some motherly instinct, or just her natural intelligence, but she could absolutely tell when I was lying, hiding something, or even just considering something she might not improve. If I didn't know better I would think she was both Psychic and keeping me under 24/7 surveillance.

But anyway, without really trying, my mother knew that I had a rather important reason for doing all I could to achieve the rank of Ultimate class before my 18th birthday. But to her credit, and the reason why I absolutely adored and loved my mother in this life was because rather then question me, my mother had just sat me down, and asked me, with a serious expression on her face.

"Why do you want learn all of this?" She asked, gesturing at the books scattered around me, their titles ranging from 'the art of war', 'scientific principles of entropy and its relation to nuclear physics', to a few less scientific tomes with titles like 'methods of flame calling to annihilate thine enemies', and one simple black tome with the title of 'Necronomicon.'

I looked at my mother for a few long moments as I gave her question the consideration that it was due before finally taking a deep breath and speaking.

"I need to get stronger. In the next twenty years, the three factions will face trials unlike that which have preceded them. I need to be ready."

And my mother, bless her soul, just looked at me silently for a few seconds before nodding and pointing me in the direction of a few new books, and making me a promise, that when I became a High class devil, and if I still wanted to become stronger, she would teach me.

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Fast forward another few years, and I had grown by leaps and bounds, While I wasn't even at the level of a high-class demon yet, it wasn't because of my skill, rather it was because I hadn't claimed a single peerage member, so I couldn't be promoted any higher. At the moment, I was honestly nearing the low end of being a High class devil, and for being 15, almost 16, it was a pretty good achievement, but still. Nothing compared to where I needed to be.

I was just settling down for breakfast when I looked at the back of the paper that my older brother was holding, and then snatched it out of his hands in shock. Riszen, the second son of the family just looked at me bemused, he was honestly the calmest out of the family other then me, and as the two oddballs we had always gotten along quite well, but snatching things was still out fo character for me.

But I just couldn't help it, it had hit me like a bolt of lighting. On the front page of the paper was a small black and white photo showing the highlights of an oncoming slave auction.

And yes, before you say anything, slavery is still legal in hell, surprise surprise.

But more importantly, there, in the picture, was my queen. Way younger granted, but I knew she was Yubleluna. Just like I knew I was know a Phenex.

I looked at my older brother and stabbed one long finger at the picture of my queen.

"Thats her Riszen, thats my queen."

The only reaction my older brother had was one eyebrow raising, along with a question.

"Are you sure?"

I nodded, and that was that, and I went to meet my queen.

Scene Break

I tossed a bag of coins towards the Auction master as I walked through the door to my queens holding cell. Having already bought her, the coins were just assurance that I would be uninterrupted for the next hour or so.

I'm sure I could guess what he thought I was going to do since despite my best efforts, and this being my first piece, I was still a young Demon noble.

I closed the door behind me and looked at my queen for the first time. And she was beautiful. Hair like the feathers of raven, silky and smooth, and skin like ivory and milk. I knelt down in front of her and smiled.

"Hello Yubleluna. Do you know who I am?"

She nodded, and from lips like plums, came a voice like crushed velvet.

"H-Hai, you are my new master."

I shook my head.

"Not quite, my name is Rizer Phenix. And while I did just buy you, I don't wasn't you as a slave."

My soon to be queen raised her head, and I got to see her eyes for the first time, and honestly? They were just as perfect as the rest of her. Like opals, they glittered and shone with emotion, clouded with the negatives, but shining with hope.

"Then why?" She asked.

I smiled again, this time showing a little bit of teeth as I replied.

"I sometimes get hunches, sometimes they're simple, small, like study this spell, or eat this old this morning, but sometimes they're huge, like turn left instead of right and avoid an attempt on my life."

Here I paused and looked Yubleluna straight in the eyes.

"And this morning I got the strangest one yet, go to the Auctions. And then when I saw you I knew what I had to do. Tell me Yubleluna, do you know what a peerage is?"

She nodded, because honestly, what person, or thing that lived in hell wouldn't?

I edged closer to Yubleluna and smiled softly.

"How would you like to become my queen?"

She stared at me for a moment, before she finally asked,

"But why?"

I just shrugged, still smiling.

"Because as of yet, my hunches haven't led me wrong, and honestly, I feel like if someone gives you a chance, you could become someone great, and I want to help you get there."

I stood up, brushed off my pants, and then extended my hand.

"So will you let me help you get there?"

Yubleluna took one long look at my hand before nodding, and taking it.

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It had been a year since I had gotten my Luna to join my peerage as my queen, and since then I had also gotten four others into my peerage, two pawns, a knight, and a rook. All four of whom, at least as far as I could remember were the same Peerage members who had been in the original Rizers peerage, I had no idea how I was finding the same members, but I would be damned if they remained at the same level as they had during cannon. Right now I was lingering at the cusp between a high-class devil, and the beginnings of an ultimate class, not that I was actually known to be as powerful as I was, having still not participated in a single ranking game.

I tore myself from my inner thoughts, and then felt my heart sink as I heard the announcement of a woman I recognized as Grayfia Lucifuge.

"Rizer Phenix-Sama, please meet your betrothed, Rias Gremory-Sama."

I then stared down in shock at the ten year old, cubby cheeked Rias, and shuddered. The previous me had been one perverted Bastard if he had let himself be engaged to this.

I sighed once, turned to my mother and nodded briefly, knowing that she knew I hated this idea and left. I hadn't realized I would meet Rias already, and would have to start maneuvering both her, and myself to both escape this mess, and prepare for the coming storms, but first, I would get very, very drunk in an attempt to forget that the society I lived in thought the equivalent to statutory rape was okay and long as it was between two 'noble' lines.

Yuck

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Sizrechs looked dumbfounded, if a little amused over at his parents, wife, and the lord and lady Phenix, the Lady Phenix of which, looked absolutely giddy, her eyes sparking with glee and barely repressed amusement.

"Did your son just turn and walk out on us? Us?"

The lady Phenix hid a giggle behind one slim hand as she replied.

"I would like to point out, that I said that this would happen, and trying to force the two together would only anger Rizer."

Sizrechs felt his eyebrows rise, almost of their own accord.

"And why do we care if pisses of Rizer?"

The Lady Phenix merely let her gleeful smirk become fully visible.

"Because he is rapidly approaching my level of strength, and he is already a low-level ultimate class."

Sizrech felt his eye twitch at the words of a woman also known as the Crimson Wind. During the war, the rather demure woman in front of him had been known for her large scale wind magic, most particularly when a tornado she had summoned had become crimson with the blood of enemies that had been cut to ribbons inside of it.

And for her to say that he was almost at her level of strength? The Lucifer had to admit, the level of growth the young Phenix was showing was obscene. He almost dreaded to think where the young man would be in twenty years. Sizrechs chuckled to himself, maybe Riszer would take this thankless title from him.

A Maou could only hope.

End of Chapter two

Rizer reincarnations stats are as follows

Strength: B+

Endurance: A (Phenix regeneration)

Magic: A (Phenix flames)(Currently skilled with them, but cannot heal others without Phenix tears)

Speed: C+

Toughness: A (Phenix regeneration)

Intelligence: B (Reincarnation with limited Meta knowledge, limited magical knowledge, limited martial arts training)

Sacred Gear: N/A (none, and no intention to get or give him one)