Valkyrie of the End: A New Highschool
A crossover with DxD and Shinmai Maou no Testament
In which the both Hyoudo Issei and Toujo Basara in habit the same world. This of course changes things.
Warning: Both series contain adult only oriented material.
Disclaimer: I don't own shit, but I wish I did.
Chapter 1: Machinations of Heroes
"Kuoh Academy, huh" Chisato mused aloud as she laid in the bathtub, clad in nothing and enjoying herself a long day filled with dim witted hormonal teenagers, who thought that she didn't know that they were spilling their seed into tissues and defiling her with their thoughts. Of course, she had done nothing, but even an Archangel of Mercy had her limits. Sachiel wondered how she hadn't fallen yet.
Twelve wings unfurling were enough for the bath, no matter how large, and water spilled forth, splashing around the room. She looked up at her wings and wept.
Gone was the warm colour of gold she had been born with, instead her wings shone with a silvery light that felt hollow. Her thoughts immediately went to the most likely suspect the one for whom she had given her heart to.
Toujo Basara, the only one her immortal soul sang for. Was it wrong of her to save her Raphael's child from an empty life to be used as a weapon? Was it wrong of her to watch over him when his father couldn't? Was it wrong of her murder her kin whom had fallen due to their lust for her? Was it wrong for her to comfort him in his rare moments of doubt when they were alone? It was not! It wasn't fair! She loved him despite other women he decided to share himself with and did no harbour ill will towards them be they demon or human. What had changed? Were these wings a punishment for breaking her chastity and allowing herself be sullied by mortal and demonic hands? She cupped her face and let the silvery wings surround herself like a cocoon. Sachiel wanted no one to witness her fall from grace and cast a simple glamour to hide herself in the water. There she wept and wept, yet despite the simple glamour, the water continued to ripple around her crying form.
Unbeknownst to her the door to spacious basement bathroom opened and light steps made ripples in the spilled water with soft small splashes that seemed to near the concealed celestial guardian.
A hand touched her silvery wings and like quicksilver the spell melted, leaving the cocoon of silvery wings looking like a feathery igloo of the Tundra. Gently the appendage caressed these feathers and Chisato was instantly alarmed, batting them aside hoping to see Basara, whom had said that he would give her a massage when he came back, after getting his paperwork in order.
However, she was in for a surprise as the skin was too dark to be Basara's and her husband to be didn't have so magnificent breasts and yellow eyes. She was expecting surprise or even hurt as Chisato had hit Zest with her wings as they unfurled, but instead the demoness held the wing and gently continued to brush its feathers.
"So beautiful" the demoness muttered "Why were you crying?" she beheld the Archangel with a look she had given Basara on numerous occasions.
Chisato broke down in tears again.
Her tryst with Zest had been a game. It had been painfully simple to be a kind older sister figure to the demon, who wasn't overt with her perversions and supported her with integrating in the human world. Basara of course helped, but he couldn't be everywhere at once for the former demon maid. When Basara had taken the succubus and Mio to bed, she had snuck up behind her colleague in school and gently napped at her neck. After that no more words needed to be said and Chisato had learned just how adept the demon was with her tongue and how sweetly she begged for her fingers. This left the demon aching for more and more often her time with Basara was shared by the rabbit demoness. To think she had considered the other woman like a convenient tool, rather than her own person!
"I'm sorry Zest" she muttered through the tears and her wings flapped around weakly, it took no time for the other woman to get into the tub with her and envelop her in a bone crushing hug, pressing her face in the large bust of Zest.
"Shh" she stroked the crying angel's hair "For what? I can only think why we all should be thankful to you for everything you've done."
Sachiel now cried even harder "I seduced you on a whim, used you as a tool raise myself as above, despite Basara loving us equally. I'm sorry that-" she wanted to say many more things, but it was immediately swallowed by a searing kiss of the demon, who pressed Chisato closer.
Their tongues battled for dominance and this time Chisato surrendered and allowed Zest to fully explore her mouth, feeling this act of debauchery washing away her guilt.
"So what?" Zest pulled away from her and looked her in the eyes with unconditional love she couldn't have mistaken for anything for anything else, despite how her despairing mind tried to conjure.
This had to be trick? No way she would love Sachiel who had manipulated her and used her love as a vicious afterthought?!
"I love you Sachiel and even the lies you spun to yourself, you couldn't be heartless. You who gave mercy to so many undeserving mortals for ages, who didn't fall when your sister was punished for love, you who braved everything to protect everyone. It doesn't matter that your wings have changed colour" to emphasize this Zest kissed the tip of one of the wings that slowly had surrounded her.
"This is very comfortable, but I don't want you to get uncomfortable as the water is starting to get cold" she flashed her a wink and Chisato hooked her own hands around Zest's neck, before pulling her down in the water with her.
"Yes, that would be for the best, I think…"she trailed off as her wings vanished in a bright light, allowing her back rest against the walls of the bathtub.
"D-don't" Sachiel moaned as Zest took a hold of her nipple with her teeth and snaked her hand downwards. Zest merely raised an eyebrow before her fingers found the delicate little blossom between the angel's thighs. Chisato's breath hitched as a sneaky finger slipped inside of her, then another.
The gentle tempo of making love was starting to amp up and the brunette could do naught, but return her affections before pulling the other woman off her breasts and kissing her as she continued her ministrations. The archangel wasn't going to allow this vile, sinful and seductive demoness to debauch her without resistance, instead pushed against the bath and then surged forward, reversing their position. The woman grinned at the brief flash of surprise on Zests face, before Chisato slipped her fingers into the demoness and crashed her lips against the nape of her neck and biting at the collarbone.
The inner suffering and grief was gone and in an instant as her more domineering persona was reawakened from her sleep.
"You are a really ravenous demon, aren't you?" Chisato looked Zest in the eye and cupped her chin while she swiftly withdrew her fingers, thick with other woman's juices, leaving the demoness aching and unsatisfied.
Her yellow eyes looked at the archangel apprehensively and gently with a caress she beckoned Zest.
"Come here and have little taste" despite the devious intent of her words, she sounded pure and innocent. Zest, however had no intention to resist and dropped on all fours before approaching Sachiel like a dog.
Basara would have surely heard the moans coming from the bathroom, were he not preoccupied with Maria who had decided on her own that Celis needed some training, which resulted in an utterly ruined paladin and succubus, both drenched in bodily fluids, while Mio tried to stake her claim before the Nonaka's realised what they were missing.
Sometimes Basara wondered if all of this was worth the hassle, thankfully this was a Friday so he could afford to sleep in.
In the next morning the house was quiet and miraculously everyone was in their own beds as all of the girls were tired out save Chisato and Zest, who helped Basara to move girls to their respective beds, before giving the two women a good night kiss.
However, it was no surprise that he awoke with both women hugging his body, much to his own chagrin as for once in these hectic weeks he wanted to get a good nights rest. Struggling out of their octopus like hold on him, the hero slipped out of the bed and quickly dressed himself in loose t-shirt and sweatpants before heading downstairs to make breakfast and prepare for their new excursion to their new school to be.
While he set the table thoughts about his father resurfaced in his mind. Since his father had been missing since his final battle with Shiba there was no doubt a connection between his foolish and absurdly strong father, who never stopped fighting and the fire that had ensued in the Vatican. Without a doubt the Holy King was dead, which now would rumble the supernatural world. Before he had left Jin had said that he was going to find his mothers and come back, but there was no knowing if he had been successful. Thoughts of his absent father drifted into the background as their following course of action was a way to find his father sooner as without a doubt Heaven would send their finest if push came to shove, then Basara would shove back and get them back.
There appeared to be a new problem, how would he get accepted in Kuoh Academy without pulling some strings. Immediately his thoughts went to Maria and others to use magic and make the nurse quit from where Chisato would use her position to get the rest accepted this late in semester into the school. This was the most sensible course of action.
However, this school housed two heirs out of four ruling families of Asphodel, which would make these tricks futile and in bad taste knowing that they would make contact with a new faction that was essentially a new underworld with even more intricate webs of influence and powerful players that would try to take from him and ruin him in different ways.
"And here I thought it was going to be easy" Basara sat down at the table, before sighing "What a load of bullshit" he muttered and rested his head on the table angrily.
"Good morning Basara" a crisp and somewhat cold voice greeted him and it didn't take much to know that it was Yuki, who had woken up first. Even back in the Village, she had been an early riser.
"Good morning to you too" he smiled and stood up again ready to boil the water on the stove. In his cohabitation with all of these wonderful girls there was an unspoken rule that they would wake often within an hour or so of their other lovers, the boy, no, the man suspected that the master and slave pact was at fault but could do nothing as the volatile magic coursed through them all, binding and empowering them.
"Why are you making breakfast?" Yuki asked "Usually it's one of us who does the cooking, cleaning, yard work, I mean I could go on-"
"Please don't" the hero looked at his first love with pleading eyes and a light smile lighted on her face.
"It's good that you decided to make yourself useful around the house" she said and beside him reached up for a tin of tea in the shelf.
Basara pouted "I am useful", yet the mischief in his eyes let her that he was anything but hurt by her words. He shamelessly grabbed her by the hips and swung her on the counter. Blush bloomed on her cheeks as she anticipated the next move, but to her surprise he just let her there and went on his merry way to fetch the now boiling water for his tea.
"You're a Baka, Basara" she scowled playfully and jumped off the counter before sitting across him as he tapped away on his laptop, that she hadn't noticed laying next to the empty plates and a bowl of rice, while an open window showed great, castle like building , with the letters spelling out "Kuoh Academy" , while there was another window open for chatting, which remained silent.
"So this is the school we'll transfer to?" Yuki asked as she leaned in closer to the screen and squinted her eyes to better see the building "It's so unlike ours, are you sure that this is the correct place where the devils reside?"
"Yup, even their family members are attending the school" the not quite human hero clicked multiple keys and another window sprung up in a very shoddy quality camera pictures.
"Lars managed to send some of his puppets to infiltrate the school long enough to access their records and snag photos before its demise"
The first set of pictures showed a girl with red hair that eerily bore uncanny resemblance to that of Mio's, with a name attached to her file- Rias Gremory, Class 1-D. While another girl, with black hair and glasses that screamed nerd read- Sona Sitri, who like the other girl had her picture edited to type another text above her name.
"Sister of Lucifer Sizerchs- not to be confused with the Biblical entity"
"Sister of Leviathan Serafall- also no relation to the Biblical entity"
Some relief bloomed in her chest as Yuki as she realized the mission style of the report that was collected these past days indicated that Basara treated this as seriously as he could. So like any good subordinate she asked her immediate superior
"So how do we plan on getting in?" she looked at her fiancée, who clicked on another window showing the demon Lars, who was relaxing in a Hawaiian shirt in some sort luxurious hotel room.
"Yo, Bassachi, Yuki-Onna" he greeted casually, causing Yuki to clench her fists in somewhat understandable anger, despite his support in critical moments, the swordswoman was still careful around the demon, whose smile always hid a second face.
"Hi Lars, how's Asphodel treating you?" the brown-haired teenager asked and the demon leaned in closer, grabbed the camera with shocking kindness and panned it around the room.
The richly decorated suite was made for a king in Basara's humble opinion. Rich crimson drapes with dark carpets and beds with white silken sheets and gold tread was show enough that Lars was living the life. However, the surprises didn't end there as Lars showed them outside his window, where an enormous city lay embedded in bedrock. While the City of Naraka was clearly modelled after modern western architecture, a stark contrast of Ramsas' or Leohardts capitols where they preferred a more dated city style. Before the city, neatly trimmed, elegant French garden with effigies and beds of roses surrounded his view, while down below fountains with bat winged humans glimmered.
Clearly this was the Palace of one of the Four Satans.
"While I'd say nothing beats home or that grilled yakitori, I can see the appeal in the creature comforts. Sizerchs has been most accommodating to our delegation, however there are too many devils smelling like that old fart Zolgia" the last part was snarled and none of the heroes needed to see Lars' face to know that he was snarling.
"So I take it my petition for an ambassadorship has been put on hold, I take it?" Basara asked and the camera angle shifted back to Lars who was pouring himself a nice glass of some local cocktail, which he demonstratively lit on fire that burned with a black flame.
"Seems so Bassachi, but don't get down as I may or may not have talked you up to Sizerchs, especially your friendship with poor Leohardt and I think he may make a move soon. Seems like a decent fellow, but what do you know with guys like us, right?" he sat back down in a free armchair and casually sipped his drink, flames harmlessly dancing on his skin.
"Yeah, but you can't be the only one sent here, even if you are a representative of the crown, no way the moderates trust you that much." Yuki spoke up and the demon raised a single perfect eyebrow and smirked again with his eyes closed.
"Right you are, Ice-cube chan" Basara narrowed his eyes "Balflear came to represent as a war hero and being the stately type, while dear frigid Lucia came from the moderates, her serving as the cute diplomat girl, while me I'm the roguish misfit, who lives life as he pleases and makes them underestimate us"
Basara snarked "You certainly look the part"
Lars smiled and waved "That's the gist, well I wanna rest before I have to endure more self important prats and trollops they'll send my way at the ball. Ja Ne Bassachi, Yuki!"
The window collapsed after the call leaving the two in silence.
"Wait an ambassador? Explain this Basara" Yuki turned to her lover with half squinted eyes and lightly jabbed a finger in his chest.
In embarrassment the man scratched the back of his head and began "You know how I have to constantly tip toe around both the Village and Leohardt just to keep you all safe? Me and Lars had a swimming idea to make me an ambassador to serve as a middle man between the two and focus on the reformation of the country before deciding on any other actions. This way nobody would try interfere in our quiet life and we could raise the children in peace"
The thought of children and a peaceful life after all of these close battles and injuries looked a very noble and sensible thing to want a cushy life free of trouble, but deep inside she knew that it was a futile dream for people like them. All of them were born to live by the sword, yet Yuki swore that none would die by it.
"Why did you keep this from us?" Yuki asked, referring to others who were still sleeping. Basara blushed a little and a small smile showed on his face as he cupped her cheek with his free hand.
"I wanted to tell you after the wedding. It would be my first real job and I didn't want to trouble you girls about it…" he trailed off sheepishly and Yuki smiled as how often Basara could be insightful and wise, he still was a young man in love, a fool to be precise.
"Oh, you utter fool! Keeping such secrets from us...Can you not see that we are married in eyes of all except the god above?" the blue haired girl shook her head in amusement, before abruptly standing up and leaving the table and her lover alone with the cold tea.
"Where are you going?" the hero asked, but the swordswoman had already gone up the stairs with imagined trail of smoke in her wake. He had no doubts that she would wake everyone up to gang up on him to chastise him and make an utter mess of this fine Saturday.
He had made half his mind up about chasing after her, but a buzz of his phone interrupted Basara from his devilish intent.
Checking the phone, he took a look at he unknown number and answered.
"Moshi Moshi?" he answered with uncertainty as only select few had his mobile phone number. However, on the other end of the phone a rich and noble female voice spoke.
"Am I speaking with one Tojou Basara?"
"Yes, to who do I owe the pleasure of this conversation?"
"Allow to introduce myself, my name is Bina Lessthan and I'm the deputy headmistress of Kuoh Academy. Of course, I apologize for calling so early in the morning and during a Saturday, but considering your "unique" circumstances" the word was stressed strongly enough that there was no doubt that this was the agent of Sizerchs sent to appraise him.
"I was wondering if it would be possible to have an interview with you and your housemates that applied for the Kuoh academy as soon as possible? We are a rather prestigious institution and want to make sure that the students compatible with what we have to offer" a school as a playground for heirs of devil great houses where they can pick their future servants, mistresses without their peers trying to play politics. Basara had long since learned to keep silent his less than savoury statements and this was nothing to what he felt when Belegpfor or Zolgia begged for their lives.
"Yes, of course. What date would be the best for you? We returned from an overseas trip just a few days ago…"he trailed off and patiently waited for an answer.
Mere moments later the woman continued the conversation, evidently conversed with her superior.
"Will tomorrow be an adequate date for you? As you and your housemates noted in your application letters you want to start as soon as possible, if it's not possible we can always reschedule your transfer to the next semester as of now we are quite stretching the time limit for new applications" Whoever was her superior, they sure loved to play hard.
"Yes, of course, by what time should we expect you?" he asked, still keeping his polite mask on.
"Since it's Sunday, I would like to sleep in a bit as well, so would 11:30 am be alright with you?"
"Yes of course, have a nice day!" the hero said and after waiting for the devil woman to end the call put away the phone.
Shivers ran up his spine, before a he could hear a multitude of voices screaming
"BASARA!"
At least he didn't have to call them down for breakfast.
A.N: Hello my pretties! I'm thankful for the high amount of positive reviews. While I do think I know enough about Shinmai and DxD to make this story work any information and reviews would be extremely helpful. Next chapter I'm posting my Shinmai and DxD waifu chart, which will be pretty important to fanfics. If I did something OOC or unforgivable, flame the hell out of me.
Have a nice day and see you in next update! - Spook