Ch 2: The Devil Princess

Julian

I'll freely admit, the three Goddesses did an astounding job when they built my base of operations.

A Mediterranean style two-story mansion that spans a good 26,000 square feet, tack on an extra 30,000 for the grounds themselves, which are a variety of tiled pathways and well-cultivated gardens...as well as glowing lines of rune-formations, Magic barriers that keep this place hidden and protected from an incredibly diverse range of prying eyes.

Handy, since this bachelor pad of mine (although maybe not bachelor for much longer…) is located smack dab in the middle of the Unknown Regions of the Underworld.

Something that hadn't been mentioned in the source material (at least, I think it hadn't) was that the Devils, Fallen and other denizens of the Underworld only have settlements and outposts that cover, like, a quarter of the Underworld. The rest, the Unknown Regions, play host to all manner of nasty beasts and monsters, such as the Hellhounds that had been chasing the girl in my arms earlier.

Speaking of said girl she's been worryingly quiet this whole time, barely reacting to any of my movements and staring aimlessly at the surrounding terrain.

...I guess I should have expected this, in hindsight. One of the few DxD light novels I'd read to completion had been Slash Dog's, and in that one I distinctly remember Vali being a total ham, styling himself as a White Dragon masked hero or something like that.

Living with Fallen Angels for a year or so will probably do that to a person, but in the meantime I imagine he was pretty reserved...

"Well, Miss Lucifer, here we are. My own slice of the Underworld."

Not that I'd expected one, but her total lack of a reaction is still a little bit of a downer.

Shrugging, I smoothly land in front of the main door and use my foot to push it open, reinforced wood giving a noticeable creak as it swings wide.

"I'm back!"

A flurry of clicks and clatters greets my ears and I have to resist the urge to laugh as, despite her defeated condition, Vallian still can't help but have her eyes widen at the sight of my 'housekeepers'.

It's something straight out of Beauty and the Beast, all animated and dancing appliances.

Brooms, dust pans, vacuums, feather dusters, bed sheets, towels, a laundry machine and a sewing machine, just to name a few.

The Goddesses hadn't been kidding when they said they would provide the basic necessities…

Without further ado I give friendly nods to the gathered 'help'-no idea if they have emotions or not, but no sense in not being friendly-and take Vallian upstairs to the bathroom.

...Well it's less of a bathroom than it is a small house.

Tastefully decorated with smooth, polished tile floors and walls the entire thing has a motif that never ceases to amuse me.

Seamlessly integrated with the tiles are depictions of men and women of varying races and species (Devils, Elves, Angels, Yokai, Humans, Vampires, Werewolves, etc), and all of them are taking each other to pound town, in quite explicit detail too, I might add. I consider it a sort of perverted victory that Vallian gains a near imperceptible blush at the sight, anything is better than the monotonous stare she's been sporting this entire time.

The ceiling is a sort of soothing mocha color, a shade lighter than the tiles while the opposite wall to the entrance is just plain missing, giving an astonishingly beautiful view over the gardens and landscape of the Underworld.

A ward line keeps air, temperature and a host of other effects from entering or leaving the room at the operators leisure, allowing for the outside breeze to waft in or be held at bay.

An infinity pool that can be heated or chilled lines the edge of this astonishing view while the remaining walls are host to a variety of sinks, mirrors, shower heads and a small wading pool.

The Goddesses spared no expense when creating this thing, and to that I offer my most humble prayers of gratitude.

Without further ado I use my tail to drag over a stool, setting Vallian down on it and gently removing her torn and dirty clothes, tossing them into a nearby basket and pushing it outside the door.

The sewing doodad will probably be excited to have something to do…

I turn my attention back to the nude form of Vallian-

-and promptly feel my blood boil.

Across her pale back are three very familiar injuries.

Whip scars...or scars from a very fine, very angrily swung belt. Two of them are somewhat healed over, more raised knots of scar tissue than they are weeping injuries...but one is still freshly scabbed, even bleeding slightly at the end point near her rear.

She hadn't complained once the entire flight back, despite the fact that it must have been paining her greatly…

I take a deep breath and force down my own memories. My Dad had been...not a particularly good person, struggling in life at both work and his side of the family. For a few months he'd taken that anger and frustration out on me, or more specifically...my back. With a length of bicycle tire tubing.

Thankfully my Mom-the bread winner of the family-noticed the signs and got me the Hell away from there.

The scars remained though...probably one of the reasons I became so 'socially maladjusted' later in life.

Without thinking I stride towards Vallian, forgetting that this probably the worst thing I could do-

-and she violently flinches, arms instinctively hugging her body and averting her head, like she's expecting a blow any second now.

I force myself to calm down, gently kneeling next to her and softly setting a hand on her shoulder, keeping my fingers away from the scars and quietly asking, "Vallian, who did this to you?"

I don't really expect a response-I know from experience that admitting such an intensely private thing is not easy-but to my surprise she relaxes a fraction, whispering, "My Father...he said I was an...an abomination, not a Lucifer at all..."

It takes a conscious effort of will not to growl. Hell, is it any wonder Vali from the source material was such a battle maniac? When you're left completely and utterly at the mercy of someone more powerful than you...it becomes all too easy to rely solely on putting up a strong front, pretending to be powerful and hoping that one day that mask becomes the man.

So rather than dwell on that I shrug, easily replying, "Well I don't see an abomination in front of me, just an incredibly attractive girl with beautiful hair."

Caution and wariness are instantly replaced with confusion and wide eyes.

I give myself a pat on the back for distracting her with probably the most unsubtle compliment in the history of forever.

Doing my best to project an aura of calmness and compassion-easy emotions to feel right now, since I genuinely want to help her-I smile and ask, "Vallian, would it be alright with you if I healed your back? It'll likely be a bit uncomfortable, but you'll feel better afterwards."

Another round of surprised stares before she hesitantly nods, prompting me to stand and shuck my own clothes, grabbing a sponge, soap and towels to preserve our modesty.

That last bit causes me to inwardly chuckle.

I'd originally planned for this first meeting of ours to be a chance to introduce her to the fact that I'm a very physically affectionate person...and instead I'm acting like some sort of person with something approaching morals.

So much for the alpha, completely dominating persona I'd been hoping to act as, right?

I turn on the shower, warm water gently drizzling down as I hand her the towel, advising, "Here, you can use this to cover yourself, if you want."

She gratefully nods and tightly hugs the soft fabric to her chest and groin, prompting me to gently rinse her down with the detachable head.

"This might hurt a bit, I'm going to have to remove some of the scabbing on the newest scar..."

Another imperceptible nod, giving me tacit permission to grab a sponge and gently go over the injury, hardened and cracked blood flaking off and coloring the water a dark brown and red.

She doesn't so much as flinch, which I guess isn't all that surprising considering she didn't make a peep on the flight back on it…

"Try to stay still for this part, Vallian."

My warning given I bite down on my tongue, flooding my mouth with saliva...and proceed to slowly and thoroughly lick the wound.

And yes, I'll admit that licking Vallian is kinda hot...but something I'd discovered early on is that my spit, as a Dragon, acts quite a bit like a topical anti-septic and steroid. Less than a minute after my ministrations the scar is noticeably smaller, now a light pink as opposed to angry red and black.

...There's also a side-effect I didn't expect.

Just as I'm finishing up I notice Vallian's shoulders trembling, odd noises coming from her throat.

Concerned that maybe I hurt her I quickly ask, "Sorry, did I do something wrong or..."

She blushes, of all things, hastily whispering, "No! No...it just, um...tickled..."

…

Oh. Oh that is just too cute.

We'd spent another twenty or so minutes in the shower, me carefully rinsing and cleaning her luxuriously soft hair and regretfully stepping outside as she'd moved to clean her more private bits.

I can convince her to let me clean those at a later date, preferably after she's more comfortable living here.

Instead I cast an appraising eye over the repaired and re-stitched clothing that the pair of sentient sewing needles left outside the bathroom, prompting me to give the things an approving thumbs-up, which I think they return.

It's hard to tell, honestly. I've never had the opportunity to speak with a thinking pair of sweater-makers, believe it or not…

Setting my newest house guest's clothing aside for the moment I instead retrieve her a grey, lacey nightgown that's just large enough to fit loosely across her shoulders and a pair of silver panties.

...I may have, uh...planned ahead in terms of what sort of clothing I want to provide for the newest guests to my home in the coming years. Having a set of super efficient and super compliant autonomous sewing machines and needles allows the imagination to get, well...imaginative.

And no bra. No one in this house will be wearing a bra unless it's for sexy purposes.

Man, I am going to be living the hedonist's dream in just a few short years, maybe months!

Knocking on the door I ask, "Vallian, are you decent? I've got clothes for you..."

There's a weak reply that sounds like an affirmative and I walk inside, finding her sitting in front of one of the mirrors...clearly nodding off and beyond the realm of exhaustion.

It has been a busy day for her. While I'd planned to get her something to eat after this...it might be better for her to get some rest instead.

"Here, put this on and then I'll show you to a bed."

A bleary nod is her only reply and despite my desire to look at her body I turn around, only appraising her once the rustling of cloth ceases.

...To my 14 year old sensibilities she's beautiful. Even when dirty and bloody she'd been exotic, but with her skin and hair now completely fresh, clad only in a thin, loose nightgown that comes to her upper thighs?

She could pass for a Goddess, easily.

DxD always liked to tout how Devils and Supernaturals were incredibly beautiful, maybe impossibly so...but this is the first time that fact has really reached out and punched me in the face.

Hell, she already has the figure of a woman, with a noticeable bust that'll probably grow up into quite the handful.

…

My introspection and newfound target of religious worship is interrupted as said worship's eyes droop, almost falling over if my tail hadn't darted beneath her and broken her fall.

'C'mon, Princess...let's get you tucked in for the night."

Once more carrying her bridal style-GODS her legs are soft-I bring her into my bedroom, a sparsely decorated place with only a king-sized bed, desk and collection of armchairs in front of the window to spruce it up.

"Alright, in you go..."

I slide her beneath my bed sheets, switching into my own nightwear-really just a pair of loose shorts-and snuggling up to her back, the Goddess made flesh already lightly breathing and deep in the realm of dreams.

I let one hand rest on her navel-the dress already hiking up and letting me get a good feel of her flesh-and the other plays with a strand of her finely-spun hair, it's silver coloration almost reflective.

Gods above...in just a few months, maybe weeks, this beautiful creature is going to be mine.

I don't even spare a thought to the possibility of failure or rejection, I have a few tricks up my sleeve courtesy of the three Laimas that'll ensure every woman in this household feels nothing but contentment and affection for every other thinking person under this roof.

Mind control, or perhaps brainwashing?

Maybe.

I like to think of it as benevolent happiness impartation.

...But, like I said...socially maladjusted person speaking here.

Of course, I probably should have seen this coming.

Said 'this' being Vallian waking up in the middle of the night thrashing and crying, hyperventilating and panicking thanks to a nightmare who's contents I can only guess at...even if I have a pretty good idea what they entailed.

"Vallian, calm down! It's me, Julian!"

In between my voice and holding her tight the poor girl eventually stops her struggles, relaxing slightly and trying to stifle her sobs.

Gently rolling her over so that she's facing me I meet her gaze-

-and that very Human instinct to protect and comfort something so obviously in pain hits me with the subtlety of a raging Hippo.

Vallian's eyes are bloodshot and glistening, her lips trembling and body shaking as she tries to get ahold of herself.

Ahh dammit...how am I supposed to be an NTR, SI harem god if I keep getting all emotional like this?

Or maybe that's the secret, I don't fucking know…

Putting those meandering thoughts aside I gently pull her head into the crook of my neck, hand stroking her head as my last free appendage lightly rubs her back.

"Easy does it, Vallian. It was just a dream. Go back to sleep, I'll still be here tomorrow morning."

A jerky nod is the girls reply and I once again calm myself, letting my Draconic aura leak outwards and transmit the feelings of peace and quiet to her.

Within minutes she's asleep...this time without the torment of nightmares to haunt her.

"Good morning, Princess."

Wide, horrified eyes stare at me and I can't help but chuckle.

Bright blue orbs crusted over with tears, bloodshot from stress and hair a tangled mess Vallian looks more like she's suffering from a hangover than she does a rough night of emotional upheaval.

"W-w-what are you, I don't even, w-w-why?"

I snicker at her stammered words and she abruptly pushes away from me and my grasp, scooting backwards with an embarrassed blush-

-and gets tangled in the bedsheets, falling off the edge with a cute yelp of alarm and hitting the ground with a subdued thud.

...Oh that is just too adorable!

Crawling to the edge of the mattress and letting my tail wave freely through the air in honest mirth I watch the girl desperately try to untangle herself from the grasping sheets...unintentionally giving me a free look at her tits and panty-clad ass and loins.

This is gonna be a good day.

Eventually she frees herself, face scarlet and opens her mouth to no doubt berate me-

'Ggggrrrooowwwllll!'

-and her stomach lets loose a lion's roar, the poor girl hiding her face in her hands and making a plaintive mewl of embarrassment.

Shaking my head in mirth I walk out of the room, telling her over my shoulder, "Your repaired dress is in the closet, come down to breakfast when you're ready. It's on the first floor, can't miss it."

A subdued nod from behind her palms is the girls only response.

So fucking cute.

One thing this house doesn't have, that had honestly surprised me? A chef.

Not that I'm complaining, considering how much else the various doodads in this mansion do, but it always struck me as strange. Or maybe it's because the Goddesses knew I kinda like to cook and had just decided to leave that option open.

Who knows?

Either way I'd kept things simple. Oatmeal, scrambled eggs, a bowl of assorted fruit and juices with my chef's apron that reads 'Kitchen Bitch' on proud display.

Got that one on sale at a thrift store~!

Nearly inaudible footsteps on stockinged feet alert me to Vallian's presence, the girl warily eyeing me with suspicion that was absent the previous day, clad in her repaired dress and seeming for all the world like a fairy-tail Princess.

...The suspicion is understandable.

I mean, some stranger came out of nowhere to her rescue, took her to his hidden home where apparently no one else but sentient appliances live and then was unceasingly kind to her while also being pretty physical?

I'd be damn wary too.

"Take a seat and help yourself to whatever. We'll talk afterwards."

She wordlessly accepts my proposal, somehow never averting her gaze from my own as she enthusiastically polishes off 90% of the breakfast spread.

Yikes, I think I'll have to make a trip to the Human world pretty soon with an appetite like that…

I wordlessly take care of the dishes, Vallian now shifting uncomfortably in her seat as I return and peaceably gaze at her.

"So I imagine you have quite a few questions."

She nods, carefully asking, "How...or rather, why were you there to rescue me? I was in the middle of nowhere, I should have been alone..."

Ok, time to put my plan into action. While I have no intention of revealing that I'm a reincarnated soul with knowledge of the future-at least not until later, when I'm sure she won't be freaked out by that info-I do have a partially true statement primed and ready.

"I come from a clan of Dragons that specialize in fortune-telling, of seeing the future and the overall course of events that shape it. When I was born they divined a prophecy, of a monstrous creature that was once sealed away by the Gods being revived and wreaking untold havoc across the realms. They saw that I would be instrumental in keeping the beast from being awakened and started laying the foundation for my future task, one of those foundations being my companions."

Her gaze looks confused.

"Companions?"

And here we go with the big embellishment.

"A Devil of the strongest lineage, with one of the most famous Dragons alive within their very soul."

She minutely flinches at that even as I continue.

"Two Dhampires, both with Sacred Gears of unparalleled might and utility, hunted by their own kind for the crime of being born. A survivor of an unspeakable project, cruelly discarded but tempered into unbreakable steel by that very same tragedy. A naive child, enthusiastic and driven to the point of impossibility, housing the opposing Dragon to the Devil's within their spirit. A Norse warrior and Magician, heartbroken and misunderstood despite their talent and power."

I offer a winning smile.

"Those were the companions I would eventually have to seek, alongside vague allusions to where and when I could find them, otherwise I would fail. I was actually waiting awhile for you to appear."

She's silent for a moment, eventually asking, "So, where is the rest of your clan?"

It's a simple matter to broadcast my grief and have her believe me...all I have to do is remember the time when my Mother died and the emotion takes care of the rest.

"They're dead, unfortunately...ironic, isn't it? Fortune tellers all, but they couldn't see their own approaching doom."

"Oh! I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up bad memories."

Got em'.

"It's fine, it happened a number of years ago."

We lapse into silence that's only broken as Vallian asks, "So...I'm one of these companions that will save the world, then?"

"That you are."

She looks more than a little crestfallen.

"Oh...so that's why you were so nice to me...it makes sense, I guess..."

"Incorrect."

Her beautiful eyes widen in surprise.

"I was nice to you for reasons beside that of a prophecy. For one, and probably the most shallow, you are extraordinarily beautiful, like a Goddess made real."

Her face turns an alarming shade of red and I inwardly congratulate myself.

"Also...we share some stark similarities. Believe it or not, I was also at the mercy of my Father, once...if it weren't for my Mother, I don't think I would be here today."

My words definitely strike a chord with her, if the way her eyes widen is any indicator.

"That's why I want you to help me save the world, Vallian...because I think we can be great friends, maybe even something more."

"M-m-m-more?!"

"If you're willing, granted."

She places her hands on her cheeks, eyes bulging as she no doubt undergoes some sort of insane fantasy in the span of a few seconds.

"On a slightly different note..."

Reaching into my apron's pocket I pull out something that vaguely resembles a Queen piece, but with significantly more spikes on it.

The modified Evil Piece that, in a fit of naming inspiration, I'd started to call Outlier Pieces.

...I was never good at naming things.

Although Vallian's expression as she stares at the thing is priceless.

"Is...is that an Evil Piece?!"

"Not quite. For one thing I'm not a Devil, I'm a Human-Dragon hybrid. And this is one of the gifts my clan made to help me in my quest. They act quite similar to Evil Pieces, giving you a boost in strength according to the piece...but they won't turn you into a Devil. Rather, they'll turn you into a part Dragon, like me."

I smirk at her dumbfounded look.

"And I want you, Vallian, to be my Queen."

If her mouth stays open any longer she's going to attract flies into it.

"Me? Your strongest piece?"

"Indeed, I think you'll fit the role quite nicely. Do you accept?"

She thinks about it for a good five minutes, eventually reaching out to touch the artifact-

-and pulls back once more, expression downcast as she mumbles, "I...I don't think I'm worthy of it...Father always said-"

"Forget your Father. In fact, we aren't going to immediately start fighting to save the world, that's not for a few years still. In the meantime, don't you want to prove to your Father that he was wrong about you? To save the one person back home that truly cared about you?"

Thankfully she doesn't question why I know about her mother-I would have had to say she was mumbling about it in her nightmare or something-in favor of gaining a far away gaze.

One last silence ensues-

-and a fire that's practically visible lights up her eyes, sending a thrilled shiver down my spine.

"Yes...I do want to do that. I will be your Queen, Julian, and be the King's most powerful sword and shield."

Excellent.

With no fanfare or chants I pick up the Outlier Piece, channel my power into it and causing it glow an emerald color...before I ram it into Vallian's chest, the girl gasping at the sudden sensation.

It passes quickly enough, the silver-haired beauty curiously staring at her hands as she mutters, "It doesn't feel any dif-"

Whatever she was going to say is cut off as a moan leaves her throat, hands and legs suddenly spasming as she arches her back.

...That's not what I expected?

My blood promptly rushes downstairs as Vallian suddenly starts panting, moaning and rubbing her legs together like she's in heat, body twisting violently as if she's trying to force off some kind of torturous weight.

…

If this is the reaction being given one of my pieces causes, I kinda want to try one out for myself!

I'm brought out of those thoughts-and my fantasies-as the girl gives a positively pornographic scream, both hands flying to her vagina as her legs give way, collapsing to her knees and tongue sensually licking her lips-

-and with a violent tearing noise two wings force themselves from her back, right alongside her Devil ones.

Pale blue in coloration, appearing quite a bit like Albion's feathered appendages when he still had his original body.

...Huh, speaking of the Dragon I wonder when he'll start to talk to us…

Doing my best to ignore the noticeably damp section of Vallian's dress I kneel down in front of her, unable to stop a pleased grin from splitting my face as my Queen gazes back at me...with nothing but adoration in her eyes.

Those pieces have a bit of a trick to them.

As a Dragon, it's natural that we compete and challenge one another for authority and leadership positions.

And, by taking a piece that was subordinate to mine, anyone who's 'reincarnated' by me will automatically feel that instinctive compulsion to submit and defer to my orders or wants.

...And since I want Vallian and everyone that will follow her to be my and each other's lovers...that's what they'll feel compelled to do.

It may take awhile...but it will happen, especially if they already genuinely enjoy my company.

...For example, Vallian's changing caused her a pretty intense orgasm. Factor in the feelings I can already sense developing for her and vice-versa, is it any wonder she can only stare at me and patiently await my orders?

…

Ahh, this is the best.

Me, kneeling before my Queen, said Queen on her knees and panting with desire...I owe those three Goddesses the universe's biggest high-five ever conceived.

I lean forward, brushing my fingers across her cheek and tilt her face upwards, beautiful and flush features on full display.

"Welcome to the team...my Queen."

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