Outsider Chronicles: Devil at Hogwarts
Getting reborn as a Devil was unexpected, but I'm certainly not gonna complain! Between being practically immortal, a noble and having the Devil as a cousin, I wasn't even going to complain about being reincarnated into the DXD world. I will however complain about the fact I'm attending school in a place run by a MOB and dealing with kids even more stuck up than Riser. Fun...
And we're back. Nothing to say here, other than, Enjoy!
Chapter 10
Time continued its march along and before I knew it, we were waking up to the sickly smell of baking pumpkins. What, you thought the next thing would be the flying lesson? Not likely, nothing bloody happened. Thats not to say that things had been totally quite. While Hermione and Ron had been limiting themselves to dirty looks and muttered insults (Mostly Ron with the latter), it seemed that Mira's replacement for Slytherin pain in the arse had finally got over his fear of pissing off the two scariest girls in First Year. Unfortunately for him, he instead decided to go after Ravel.
It was between the end of classes and dinner. Ravel and I were heading back to the common room when I realized that I'd left the essay I'd been working on in the library. Since it was for the first lesson the next day, I couldn't exactly leave it to pick it up tomorrow, so I hurried back, leaving Ravel to head back on her own and catch up later. It didn't take long and within 10 minutes, I was heading back, ready to catch up to Ravel. I caught up with Ravel two floors down from where we had split up, but paused when I caught a flash of irritation through our bond.
The bond between a King and their Peerage is an...interesting one. The maximum potential power of a Piece is determined by how powerful the King themselves are, plus the Pieces own power. The bond also serves to stabilize their power, preventing the practically unlimited power contained within the Evil Piece from going wild. Remove that limiter and the Devil quickly goes insane and is twisted by the power of the Piece, unless they are uncommonly strong willed or just flat out powerful. The bond allows allows the King to find their Pieces and get some idea of their current mood, although usually only when they focus on said Piece. That meant that Ravel must be really annoyed for me to pick up on it.
Curious and not at all worried about my Bishop, I quietly moved to the end of the hall I could feel Ravel in and peaked around the corner. The blond was facing down three other first years who I took a moment to recognize as Nott, Crabbe and Goyle, Mira's replacement for idiot of Slytherin and his minions.
"What do you want Nott?" growled Ravel.
Apparently, I'd arrived at the start of the conversation, so I hadn't missed much. I admit, I was curious as to what he could want as well since we hadn't revealed anything about our blood status, but since our names weren't a part of the Wizarding World records, they would assume that we were Muggleborns.
Nott gave what was probably supposed to be a charming smile but looked more like a leer as he eyed my Bishop up and down. I suppressed the urge to disembowel him in favour of listening in.
"I have an offer for you Miss...Phenex, is it?" said Nott, sneering slightly at the mention of the non-Wizarding name.
"Yes, but I highly doubt I'll want what your selling," said Ravel, crossing her arms in impatience.
Nott's face shifted into a scowl for a brief moment, before returning to the leer.
"I'm sure you're aware of this, but as a Muggleborn, your options in our world will be...limited," he said, "However, you have the baring of a good Pureblood wife and are attractive enough. If you like, I could offer my patronage in exchange for a future Concubine contract with me."
My eyebrows shot up at the sheer gaul of that offer. While this wasn't a version of the HP world where Muggleborns really were considered little better than breeding stock by the Purebloods, it was true that they were more likely to end up in dead end jobs than Purebloods and Half-bloods. Not only that, but we were still only 11! While it was true that Magicals matured faster than Mundane's and Devils matured even faster than that, that was still INCREDIBLY young to be even thinking about stuff like that.
Ravel stared at Nott for a moment, before snorting and shaking her head.
"Not a chance," she said and turned to leave.
Nott scowled and grabbed her wrist. She looked down at his hand, before glaring at him.
"Don't you dare walk away from me you Mudblood bitch!" he snarled, "I will not be insulted by a baseborn slut lik…"
He was cut off by a hand suddenly grabbing his wrist and squeezing hard enough to make the bones creak. I glared at the fool as I wrenched his hand away from Ravel.
"Keep your hands to yourself fool," I growled, before I shoved him away, "Now get lost before I make you."
I ignored the Slytherin as he stumbled back in favor of turning to a nonplussed looking Ravel.
"I could have handled him," she said.
"I know, but it is kinda my job to protect you," I said.
Ravel raised an eyebrow.
"I'm the Servant here," she said.
"True, but you're also my future wife, so it evens out somewhat," I said.
Ravel gave me a brilliant smile. I smiled back, before the smile was wiped off my face as I instinctively threw up a barrier to stop a spell Nott had sent at my back. I turned to the moron, my face carefully blank and not betraying any of the anger I was currently feeling.
"Why are you still here?" I said, "I thought I told you to beat it?"
Nott scowled as he and his goons attempted to loom menacingly. Considering the fact that I had seen Grayfia pissed, it didn't work.
"I will not be threatened by a damn Mudblood!" snarled Nott, "You had no right to butt into our conversation!"
"I had every right!" I snapped straight back, my irritation showing through, "You were just attempting to proposition my Betrothed!"
Notts eyes twitched slightly in surprise, before he sneered.
"What do I care about some Muggle agreement?" he sneered, "She should be proud that a meer Mudblood like her attracted the attention of an upstanding Pureblood like me! Besides, everyone knows that the proper place for a woman is on her back."
I stared at him for a moment, completely aghast at the sheer amount of ignorance in that stance, especially considering that the Wizarding world was actually pretty progressive when it came to women compared with some of its Victorian aged values. Like with Devils, it was skill, power and intelligence that was sought after, not gender.
"Upstanding Pureblood?" scoffed Ravel, "That just means so inbred that I'm surprised you can still procreate. Both the Phenex and Gremory lines are Families with far more history than your's and with far less inbreeding to cause problems."
Incidentally, that was true. While it was true that the Nott family could trace its linage back to Arthur's time, the 52 Pillar's could literally go back to before history was really a thing, shortly after Humanity had been kicked out of Eden. Not only that, but the Gremory family was one of the oldest of the Pillars, our founder being one of the first Humans turned into Devils by the original Lucifer. So yeah, quite a bit older. To bad Nott didn't know that! It might have saved him the beat down he was about to experience.
The soon to be unconscious moron scoffed.
"What do I care about some pathetic Muggle family's history?" he sneered, "Their little more than intelligent animals. You two are there only achievement of note and that's only because you might be of some use as bree…"
He was cut of as a monstrous amount of Magic suddenly settled over the corridor, enough that it was probably felt on the other side of the castle. Ravel swallowed and started backing away as a blood red aura began to leak off my body. It wasn't often I got angry, irritated, all the time, annoyed, most definitely, but angry? The last time I'd been genuinely angry was when Riser had attempted to intimidate me into breaking off my engagement with Ravel so he could get his hands on Rias. The end result had even impressed Sirzechs from the sheer amount of power I'd pumped out. Riser hadn't even been able to react before I gave him a beatdown that put the one I gave him when we were kids to shame. Mainly because I hadn't simply locked him in a bubble until he lost consciousness. Oh no, instead I had proved just how dangerous facing off against someone who controls water is by tearing him apart with water blades, bludgeoned him with powerful waves and even made the liquid in his body turn against him before Grayfia stepped in to stop me from killing him by accident.
Fortunately for Nott, I was still coherent enough to know that making his head explode would cause far more trouble than it was worth. That wouldn't save him from a beatdown though!
"That was a big mistake," I said, my voice deceptively calm, "You really shouldn't have insulted my family."
"Why not?" sneered Nott.
I looked up and met Notts eyes and the Pureblood idiot took a step back when he saw that my eyes were no doubt glowing red in response to my rage and the amount of power surging through me.
"Because now I'm really mad," I said and flung out my hand.
Notts eyes bulged as his hands jumped to his throat, gasping as if trying to find precise on an invisible hand as his feet left the ground. My glare flicked to Crabbe and Goyle as the two, reacting to their bosses sudden levitation, showed remarkable brains for people with such low mental capacity by deducing I was the cause and started lumbering towards me. In response, I lazily snapped my fingers and a large amount of water appeared out of thin air and gathered into a bubble around them, trapping them in place. Notts eyes widened at the sight of the Wandless Magic as I turned my attention back to him.
"So, what do you think of my Family Magic?" I said, "Impressed? Well keep watching, you haven't seen anything yet!"
I flexed my fingers and Nott went flying down the hall, only to abruptly stop before he could collide with the wall at the end and shot straight up instead. I couldn't help but smirk as I sent the fool flying around the hall like a pinball, before I sent him flying out a nearby window. We were on the second floor, but a handily placed manure pile out the back of the Greenhouses was remarkably effective at breaking his fall. A flick of my fingers sent the bubble containing Crabbe and Goyle after him, the prison dissipating as they flew through the window and allowing them to drop after their boss. Annoyance gone, I took a deep breath and rolled my shoulders. It had taken a lot of focus to prevent my wings from flaring in response to my anger and now my shoulders were aching.
A pair of soft hands on my back made me open my eyes to meet Ravels worried blue orbs.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
I nodded.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, "Although, I really don't like losing my temper like that and now my shoulders are killing me…"
Ravel smiled softly.
"Its not like they didn't deserve it," she said, "As for your shoulders, I'll help you with that when we get back to the Dorm."
I nodded and we started heading back to the Hufflepuff common room. We were just about to turn the corner, when a ethereal giggle reached my ears. I spun around, just in time to catch a glimpse of blond hair vanish through a hidden passage. I narrowed my eyes. That hadn't been the first time I'd spotted someone fleeing my gaze or heard that giggle, but I hadn't been able to figure out who it was who was following me. Every time I'd tried to follow the person, I'd come up empty, even when I was sure I'd cornered them. I didn't think whoever it was was hostile, but it was starting to become annoying.
"Laharl? Is something wrong?" asked Ravel.
"No, its nothing," I said, "Come on, lets go."
Ravel nodded and together we left the hall and headed back to our common room.
That had been a few weeks ago and Nott was still to afraid to even be in the same room as me for long. There were some rumors floating around about what happened, but nothing was accurate or even close.
Anyway, the day went pretty much as normal, including Ron's little blow up about Hermione trying to help him. However, this version of Hermione was way to full of herself to let the idiots insults get to her and was sat at the Gryffindor table as normal, sneering at all the sugary treats on the table and trying to scold the people near her for gorging themselves on sweets, only to be ignored.
The feast was in full swing when suddenly the doors slammed open and a frantic looking Quirrell came stumbling in.
TROLL IN THE DUNGEONS, TROLL IN THE DUNGEONS!"
He stopped halfway down the hall, panting for breath as everyone's heads swiveled to look at him.
"Thought you ought to know."
He fell forwards in a dead faint. Naturally, everyone immediately started screaming. It took several purple firecrackers exploding from the end of Professor Dumbledore's wand to bring silence.
"Prefects," he said once he had our attention, "lead your Houses back to the dormitories immediately!"
Everyone started doing as the Headmaster said, although I had to hide a smirk when Ravel started muttering about how stupid it was to send the Hufflepuff's and Slytherin's to their common rooms considering they were in the Dungeons. However, that smile was wiped off my face when I felt a powerful pull suddenly latch onto me. I knew that feeling, it was someone trying to summon me! But the only people who had my Circle were…
I spun around, my eyes raking the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw crowds. Sure enough, the Greengrass twins were nowhere to be seen and neither was Mira. I cursed and turned back to Ravel.
"We need to go," I hissed.
Ravel looked surprised, but nodded and followed me as I ducked out of line and ran into the nearest abandoned classroom, using my bond with Erza to call her to join me as well. A moment after I entered the room, Erza appeared in a flash of red light.
"Whats wrong?" asked my Queen, "You look worried.
"Daphne, Tori and Mira weren't at the feast," I said shortly as I started etching a Transport circle on the floor, "Not only that, but someones trying to summon me."
"You think they encountered the troll?" asked Erza, her eyes narrowing.
"I think thats a distinct possibility," I said, "As such, we're all going."
Erza and Ravel nodded. Even for Devils, a Troll was a threat. They were big, very strong, nearly immune to most magical attacks and their skin was thick enough to deflect physical attacks as well.
"What about Mordred, should we call her?" asked Ravel.
I paused.
"No, not yet," I said, "I don't want to tip our hand just yet. Call her and tell her to be on standby, but stay put for now."
Ravel nodded and did just that as I finished the Circle.
"Right, time to go," I said.
"Mordred is standing by," said Ravel as she and Erza joined me on the Circle, "She wasn't pleased about staying behind though. I think she wants a proper fight."
I grunted as we vanished through the Circle and reappeared about three floors up where we were met with a rather unexpected sight. We appeared beside Astoria, who was apparently the one who had summoned her. The silver haired girl was unhurt, although she was dirty and had tear marks on her face. The source of said tears was rather obvious as she had Daphne's head in her lap and, while the younger twin was unharmed the older one was a mess. Her right arm and leg were out of line and clearly broken, as was her ribcage and she was bleeding profusely from a head wound and her mouth.
However, Astoria's focus wasn't on us, her sister or even the Troll, but instead what had just pulled the Troll's guts out the gaping hole in its chest. The Troll was dead, killed in a fashion so brutal even Bellatrix would be impressed. Both arms had been ripped off, its club had been shoved down its throat and its torso had been ripped open, allowing its organs to be torn out and shredded.
"W-what the hell?!" gasped Ravel, her eyes wide at the unexpected sight, "Who…"
The Trolls killer slowly turned, blood dripping from her clawed fingers as her burning red eyes on us. It was Mira, but not the Mira we knew. Her long hair was loose from its ponytails and stood up in such a way that it looked like a crown of horns. Her ears were pointed, her eyes had narrowed and were glowing with a demonic red light while her teeth had morphed into deadly looking fangs, clearly visible thanks to her feral snarl and standing out white against her dark lips. Her forearms and hands were covered in scales and she was sporting a large, dragon-like tail. Her outfit had changed into a dark red one piece suit that revealed large tracts of her stomach and breasts and had a spiky collar that framed her face and a pink tie that looked rather odd against the revealing outfit and her feral look. Her legs were encased in a pair of red and yellow thigh high, high heeled boots that were apparently very sharp considering I could see some stab marks in the Trolls corpse.
"W-what happened to her?" whispered Erza.
"I-its her Sacred Gear," said Astoria, apparently answering out of instinct than actual acknowledgment we were here, "D-daphne got hurt defending me when the Troll attacked us. Mira tried to stop it as well, but it knocked her aside too. I-I think she desperately wanted to stop it from hurting us any more and her Sacred Gear fully activated. Now shes out of control!"
As if to confirm that statement, Mira let out a demonic howl and sprouted a pair of demonic wings which she used to launch herself at us, her claws sparking with dark purple lightning. I darted forwards and threw up a barrier that the now Demonic Mira slammed into with the force of a semi-truck. I gritted my teeth. This was not going to be an easy fight. I was proven right when my barrier cracked.
"Aw shit," I muttered, right before my shield shattered, sending me flying back and allowing Mira to continue unimpeded…
Right before a red booted foot slammed into her face, sending her flying back down the hall.
"DYNAMIC ENTRY!" yelled Mordred as she landed lightly.
My eye twitched as I got to my feet.
"I thought I told you to stay put until I called for you?" I said.
"Sorry boss, but I don't follow orders when my boss is being a daft cunt," she said with a smirk.
I snorted.
"Fine, but thats the only time you get to call me any kind of cunt," I said, if only to complete the quote, "Ehh whatever, I think we'll need you anyway."
I got to my feet and summoned my magic, red light and glowing water surging around me in response.
"Alright ladies, lets get started," I said as Mira let out another howl of anger, "Take her down, but don't kill her."
"You got it boss!" said Mordred, taking a stance as her sword began to glow faintly.
"Understood," said Erza as she summoned her Black Wing Armour.
Ravel just nodded as she stepped up beside me and summoned her own Magic. For a moment, the hall was still, before Mira, Mordred and Erza pushed off as one and began the fight.
Ohhh, I feel so evil doing this! Unfortunately, this chapter is getting too long and I really want to post it tonight...eh, the odd cliffhanger never hurt anyone…*ducks multiple thrown weapons and flees the torch and pitchfork wielding mob*.
Anywho, I hope you liked Laharl's little blow up at Nott. I admit, his character kinda got away from me, but it makes him into even more of an unlikeable fuckhead, so its fine. He probably is just repeating his Fathers views, but that doesn't change the fact hes a Death Eater in the making. He'll be back before long. Incidentally, for Laharl's trick with the telekinesis, I was thinking of that scene from Freddy vs Jason where Freddy plays pinball with Jason.
Hmm, I wonder who Laharl's mysterious stalker is...we'll be finding out pretty soon so don't worry about that.
Well, thats different! Hermione's not the Troll's victim! That does mean she won't be getting a wake up call quite yet. Thats for later. Much later.
Considering who I based the Twins on, that is entirely within character for Daphne to do. Don't worry, as badly hurt as she is, she'll be up and about in no time...well, so long as the Peerage can take down Mira. Speaking of which, I think this goes without saying, but her new form is the Satan Soul. This should be an interesting fight!
Little quote from Hellsing Abridged there because why not?
And with that, I'm done. Next time, the first proper fight of the story! Should be fun to write, right? Anyway, don't forget to leave a review on the way out!