Dragon's Den
Issei let out a sigh. He had somehow managed to get away from Sona with the excuse of "I will think about it and later give an answer". Said excuse only worked because his phone loudly announced itself. Sona gave him permission with a nod and he picked up the call.
"Hey Ise, what is taking you so long? Today we are having quite a large crowd, so your help is needed here." Tiamat's voice on the phone was like a golden blessing for him.
"Yeah about that, I'm solving some things in school, be there soon." He said, eyes trailing to the council president.
The girl maintained eye contact, her face a display of seriousness. Issei wondered how the girl managed such a tiresome face all the time.
"So...about that proposal, may I have some time to think over it? I mean, it's an honor being invited to participate in the Student Council's activities, but I feel like the rumors won't decrease if I join you." He tried to bullshit his way out. He had been practicing the skill somewhat, his constant dealings with Azazel being of some use besides getting annoyed by the lazy twat.
Sona studied his expression for a few seconds, trying to find anything unusual, as she always did. Eventually, the girl settled for a sigh.
"I feel that someone like you, Hyoudou-san, cares little about reputation, given your past history with peeping." An invisible arrow hit his gut. Low blow much? "However, since you have decided to work on your behavior, adding the factor of you correcting the behavior of your friends, and considering you have decided to work part-time, I will let it slide and wait for your answer." The girl crossed her hands together and used it to hide the lower part of her face, giving him her best Gendou Ikari impression.
He nodded, a thankful smile appearing on his lips. "Thank you, Kaichou." He stood up from his place and went to the door.
"Tsubaki."
"Kaichou?"
"Please walk Hyoudou-san to the school gate."
"Yes, Kaichou."
Issei raised his eyebrows, but didn't comment on it. He waited for the girl, opening the door and motioning for her to go in front.
"Ladies first." Tsubaki acknowledged him with a nod, walking in front of him. He followed, giving a last hand wave to Sona as he closed the door.
The girl focused back on the papers spread on the table. She spent a few minutes working on her papers before she rested the pen on the table.
"Rias, your invasiveness bothers the progress of my work." The annoyed Shitori looked up at the chandelier illuminating the room. From it, a small bat dropped and flew atop her table. A small magic circle appeared, and from it a 3D image of Rias emerged.
"Hello Sona, How have you been?" The beautiful Gremory heir gave her greetings to the brunette.
"Busy." Sona's eyes were strict. "What do you wish for, Rias?"
"Direct to the point, I see. I love that about you." Mirth was obvious in Rias's tone.
"Circling around the issue won't earn you any information." Sona's eyes returned to the papers laid before her table. She spoke without looking at the magic construct before her. "What is it that you want? It must be important if you are willing to send your familiar to spy on me, despite our shared responsibilities."
"Mohh, you are no fun Sona." Rias pouted, her cheeks inflating as a false childish tone emanated from her voice. Quickly, her tone returned to normal, soon going to a serious mood. "It is rare for you to take interest into someone, especially males. It makes me wonder, does Issei-kun have something...special?"
Once more, Sona stopped her work and glanced at the magic construct, both staring at each other for a few seconds. Sona then went back to her work.
"Nothing. Nothing that I could sense at least. However, he has potential, that is certain. Why might my interest in Hyoudou-san be of interest to you, Rias?"
The image remained silent for a while, before once more speaking.
"I'm sure you know of my circumstances. I'm looking into more peerage member, as I'm sure you are too. I feel like extending an invitation to Issei-kun. Would you be willing to help me as to the best approach?"
Sona narrowed her eyes at the magic construct. Hyodou hadn't refused her, yet he hadn't confirmed it either. She wondered, considering his past antics, if he would fall for the sexier approach that Rias was bound to bring upon the hormonal teenager.
The Sitri also wondered if the teen would really fall for womanly charm, seeing as he had been correcting his behavior for a while. She decided to give the "reformed" teen a chance.
"Go ahead and feel free to try any method Rias." Rias hummed in amusement, letting a soft laugh echo inside the student council room.
"Ufufufu. Mighty confident aren't we?"
"I merely trust the judgement of Hyoudou-san. I know he will choose rightfully."
-[DxD]-
"Here is your order, Sir." Issei put a glass cup in front of a customer, the brownish liquid reflecting the light of the bar. The man merely accepted the drink and dropped a few crumbled yen bills on the counter.
Issei pocketed the bills and went to another customer, this time a beautiful Onee-san in a black dress. Her order was on the high end of the bill, of her constant attempts to flirt with him were anything to go by.
He had experience on his side, and now he knew the touch of a woman. He wouldn't fall by any half-baked attempt at seduction just because someone wanted expensive liquor, but couldn't afford it. He entertained the woman long enough for Tiamat to approach them, swaying hips drawing much attention.
"Any problems, Ise?"
"No Tiamat, everything is good. Just giving some extra service for a good a client."
The woman, realizing she wouldn't be able to smooch off Issei, clicked for tongue and left the counter, heading to one of the tables in which some big shot sat down.
Tiamat raised her eyebrows, but stayed silent. She crossed her arms and pondered in silence while Issei continued serving other clients. The night went by rather quick, the bar closing off.
Issei waved at the dragonness, fixed his coat and headed off to home.
As he walked the now quiet Seventh street, the teen observed the other establishments. Many would work until sunrise, business too good for the prospect of closing off for the day. He closed one eye as he passed by the Hostess of Fertility, some girls calling out to him for some ~fun time~. He merely smiled and shook his head, putting his headphones on and continuing his way home.
Half an hour and a few streets off later, the teen waked into a alley.
The person stalking him gasped and rushed to try and keep up, her high heels loudly clicking on the ground. She entered the alley, not seeing where the teen had ended up.
"Where did he go—" her question went unanswered as she was grabbed by the throat, a strong hand holding her against the wall and lifting her, lightly choking her.
How did he—
His held tightened just enough to keep a hold of her without the threat of making her blackout. The normally warm brown eyes now shone with a green tint, his face stone cold.
"Who are you?" His voice, so kind before, now sounded raspy and rough. She trembled, his aura overwhelming her. Only choked sounds left her mouth, but Issei could recognize her intent. He tapped into the sage energy around the area, suppressing a sigh as the surrounding energy mixed with his. A wave of lust and greed washed over him, the energies most prominent in the area, but he managed to reign it. Bolstered by sage energy, even if slightly tainted, he placed his free hand over her stomach, where the body's point of balance was.
The magic buildup the woman was trying to do dispersed, the unbalance of energies causing it to fail. The woman looked utterly surprised her magic failed, but she put on her best bravado and stared at him.
Her courage was failing her, his intimidating aura making her defenses crumble. Hyoudou kept his eyes on her while she used his magic sonar technique to scout for other pursuers. None detected, which meant either she had no allies or they had cut her out, hoping to cut loses short.
Either way, not a problem for him. He tightened his hand around her throat, the woman suddenly getting desperate and clawing at his hand. Thirty seconds later, she had passed out. He released his hold of her neck, the woman falling into the ground, the small purse she had spilling its' contents.
Issei let out a sigh. He picked her purse and whatever else had fallen from it. Searching the contents was done quickly, nothing standing out. He took her phone and went through the recent calls, noticing how every call was to a different number outside of Japan. The teen wondered if she was a disposable pawn or a spy gathering information, but either way she was a liability. And now would comes the "fun" part.
Under normal circumstances, undressing a girl would be wonderful for the lustful Hyoudou. This, however, was not such a nice moment. Better finish this quick or I could get into big trouble.
He stripped the girl of her fancy dress, revealing some variant of the black battle suit the female warriors of the church used. That instantly rose several alarms in his mind. He used a bit of holy magic, waiting for a reaction from her body.
Nothing happened. She also didn't have any holy symbol around her, which lead to him concluding that she had stollen the suit or bought it through the black market. Sighing once more, the teen pondered about what he was to do with the girl. He also didn't have any information, which was always a bummer.
If he hoped to know more, he'd need to see her naked, which was troublesome in this situation. Breast for life was one of his mottos, but assault was not his style. He checked his watch, half past three in the morning.
Forgive me, Nee-chan. It will be a quick peek, I promise. He had his hands in a prayer/thankful like manner in front of his face.
Touching her belly, his magic circle appeared. A murmured spell, "Dress Break" and her suit was ripped to shreds while she was just fine.
Dress Break was something Issei had been cooking up ever since he developed his Balance Breaker. Dealing with armored foes was harsh, so he tried developing something to counter any sort of armor. The technique was in trial, since it required a great deal of concentration to pull off. Its' base was quite simple; as he touched the target, his mana would imprint itself onto it and destroy whatever protection the target put on themselves. Armor, clothing and defensive-type spells would be stripped off and the remaining magic wouldn't allow the target to "re-dress" themselves. The spell could be either delayed or instantly triggered, and was consumption friendly.
Of course, those with stronger magic than him could resist or negate the effects, but that would only be if they stopped it the moment it touched them.
Issei quickly realized the greatness, but also the danger of such spell. If he messed his focus, the formula would use whatever mana he poured in it to strip everything off the target. Armor and clothing was fine, but he really wished to avoid overcloaking the spell, else it strip even flesh off the target.
Putting his dark thoughts aside, he focused on the currently naked woman in his arms. As he suspected, just under her right breast, was a sort of code bar.
Someone sold her. Slave? Escapee? Disposable spy? He turned her around, gaze lingering momentarily on her round ass, and found a tattoo on her back, close to the right shoulder wing. This time it was only one word.
Yuusha (Hero)?
He wondered for a while what it meant. He touched the tattooed skin, the words lighting up a bit. Imprinted magic words? Quite archaic slave magic.
The Boosted Gear appeared on his hand.
"Ddraig, any suggestion?"
[Old magic for sure, partner. Nothing of quality, almost like whoever did this didn't expect this one to return alive.]
"That bad, huh?" He hummed. Huffing, Issei stood up and took off his coat, putting it around the girl.
[Was your tryst with the Nekomata not enough that now you are resorting to having fun with your defeated enemies?]
"The fuck, Ddraig! I'm not going to let her stay her naked!"
[It was your magic that undressed her.]
"Tell me something I don't know!"
The teen brought one hand to his face in annoyance, before shifting to pick the girl up. He caught her in his arms and activated his magic, creating a teleporting circle to his room.
After dressing her in one of his shirts and placing her on his bed, he grabbed the desk chair close by and put it in front of the bed, wondering what he was to do with the female. Seeing her stir, he vanished the Boosted Gear. As her eyes flickered open, Issei waited with crossed arms, hoping for some answers.
She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before hurriedly standing up, hands going to her throat, making sure she was still alive.
"I'm not dead."
"For now." She jumped at the sound of his voice. Her gaze found his image, eyes immediately becoming desperate. She fitted the window, ready to make a break for it. Her legs failed her. She tried with magic, however it also failed to activate.
"Right now your energies are out of balance. The only thing keeping you alive is me. I suggest you start talking." He was mostly bluffing. The part about her energy being unbalanced was the only truth, seeing as he spiked her mostly virgin chakra paths with sage energy. Her life wasn't in risk. Mostly.
She looked at him fearfully. Her lips quivered as she tried to make words, only succeeding in making noises.
"Let's start simple. Why were you at the bar?" He laced every word with sage energy, managing to sound more intimidating than he was in reality. She lowered her head, long hair covering her eyes.
Issei thought he was overwhelming her so he let the pressure ease, slowly dissipating the sage energy he had gathered. To his surprise, the girl leapt at him that exact moment.
Her surprise attack was short lived, his CQC allowing him to subdue her rather easily, as he was physically stronger than her. A side throw had her on the ground and he mounted her, holding her arms that were clawing at anything. He looked at her and immediately knew something was wrong. Her eyes eyes were empty, as if she had went berserk.
He immediately collected sage energy, basking in the calmer aura he collected(the area around his home being relatively peaceful meant he could gather sage energy of higher quality).
With his increased perception, Issei realized the problem. The tattoo on her back, Hero, started glowing and emitting a menacing magic.
[Oh, how careful they were. Partner, the carved magic tattoo surely has a delayed trigger. Most likely, for safety measures, if she were to be captured and put to interrogation, the tattoo would drive her berserk. Possibly kill her captives and herself.]
Not the time to be impressed by evil plans, Ddraig!
[Give credit where credit is due.]
Fuck off!
[Boost!]
Holding the girl became easier as his strength increased twofold. He spawned the gauntlet and turned the girl on her back, seeing the tattoo glow in ominous colors. He snarled, having to tighten his hold on her arms.
One more!
[Boost!]
Now with quadruple strength, the brunette easily managed to pin the girl's arms with one hand. His left one, the one covered by the red metal, was held over the tattoo as he started dumping magic into a magic circle.
"Come on." The green magic circle with Ddraig's image shone above the inked words, the glow just barely restraining the energy and weakening the girl's strength. The fight against the odd magic was tough and Issei felt like he was a dam holding back a raging river. His magic circle spun as he continued feeding magical energy, growing in size as the ominous glow of the inked words weakened further.
"Just a little more." The girl released a odd noise, something akin to a muffled shout. He was starting to sweat like crazy. For some reason, his magic energy was being syphoned away into the Boosted Gear, the emerald jewels emitting a rather powerful glow. The teen felt angry, feeling as if the cursed words were taunting him. He would show whoever it was that he was the dominator here.
[Partner! Ease up on the magic use, you are using too much too fast! You are triggering something inside the gear. Something just like that time with the Nekomata. Your power is flowing into this girl.]
Ddraig, Let's do this!
[As you wish, partner!] the dragon was certainly having fun with this host. One amazing event after the next. [By the power of the Sekiryuutei we command, using the power we stole from God and made it our own!]
[Dominate!] the echo from the jewels gave away as something changed. Even Heaven felt something change, as God's system activated with a unknown entry registering and activating.
The green glow died down, Issei panting and drenched in sweat. He had gone once more with the flow from the Boosted Gear. He looked at the girl he was mounting, the inked tattoo still emitting a dull black glow. Utterly spent by the apparently useless use of his magic reserves, Issei summoned Ascalon.
[Blade!]
The sword came out in the small, dagger like form. Holy energy emanated from it as he lightly touched the tip of the blade against the words and ran it gently over then. As if fragile spores, the words crumbled like dust and were swept away, broken down by holy energy. Issei felt like an idiot for wasting so much magical energy when just a touch from his holy weapon served just fine. The girl stopped struggling, having fallen asleep and looking just as sweaty as him.
"Issei, are you alright in there, honey?" His mother's whispering voice sounded over the door. He panicked and tried to move, but was too slow as the older Hyoudou slightly opened the door.
She blinked.
He blinked.
Her vision was of her sweaty son over a equally sweaty and dangerously short dressed girl.
"~Sorry to bother~" she slowly backed away and softly closed the door.
He blinked.
Fuck!
-[DxD]-
Issei wondered what he was to do with the girl sleeping on his bed. He sat on his chair, thinking and scrambling ideas. Whatever his mother would think of the scene she had seen, he would deal with that later. Now, he needed solutions.
So lost in thought, he almost missed his phone vibrating. He unlocked the screen, seeing a message from Tiamat.
-Already dealt with our pretty little spy?
Issei sighed. So she knew it, huh?
-Something like that. He typed back
-I can sense a "but" in there, and not the kind that I like.
-Yeah, she is passed out in my room.
There was a moment of silence, Tiamat not typing anything.
-I didn't know you were at the stage to play with prey Ise. Gotta give it to you, mighty draconic behavior there!
-It's not like that! He sighed, massaging his head as he felt a headache incoming. -She was branded with archaic slave magic, and I sort of broke it. I'm a bit hard-pressed with what to do with her.
-Slave magic? What type?
-Inked tattoo, was written in kanji. Ddraig said it wasn't high tier, but it was old stuff.
-Give me a second, I'll be there right now. The message seemed more serious than the other previous ones.
Issei locked his phone and waited for a few seconds. Soon, Tiamat's magic circle shone on the floor, its usual copper-like color amazingly powerful. The symbology of the symbol was something Issei could only guess at by what he could see, a magic dragon surrounded by fire, water, earth, air and metal, all of them bound by chains. Out of the construct Tiamat appeared in her usual work uniform.
"Where is the girl?" Issei pointed to his bed. Tiamat pulled the sheets covering the girl, seeing the red marks where the cursed words had been. A frown emerged on her face as she turned to Issei, not bothering to cover the girl back up. "What did you do to her Ise? Her magical energy is barely controlled, and I can smell you all over her. I thought you said you didn't played with her."
"I didn't do anything to her!" He huffed, bringing out his red gauntlet. There was a missing jewel from the backhand, emerald energy cristalizying to build up another jewel. "I tried using my power on her, but appearently I did something wrong. Just a bit of holy magic and it was done. Should've tried that out first." He grumbled, feeling annoyed by his lack of insight.
Tiamat looked at the emerald green jewel close to the girl, stabilizying Issei's power. The round jewel had been torn from the Boosted Gear, if the empty socket on the back of Isse's hand gauntlet was anything to go by. "You managed to push the some of the Sekiryuutei's energy into her. It's amazing she is even alive, considering your raw energy is quite something. Issei, I'm serious, you almost turned this girl into a draconic energy typed bomb! If your plan was to deliver a nuke to whoever was going to pick her up, you almost succeeded."
Issei stared at her, eyes shifting to serious mode. "That bad?"
"Tell me how your 'interrogation' went and maybe I can pin-point where you failed at." She sat at the edge of the bed. Issei sighed and told the dragonness what his encounter with this spy ensued.
After 15 minutes, Tiamat was pensive.
"This is archaic slave magic for sure. Babylonia time slave magic. For a spy that uses normal, formula-based magic to be branded with such an old method tells us something of whoever we are dealing with."
"That whoever sent her here wasn't afraid to lose her, a disposable asset. If she goes back unbranded, the enemy knows I did something to her and either exiles or kills her right away. They expected her to come, do her mission, report or get caught by the enemy and die. Damn!" Issei was realizing that whoever did this didn't really value human life much.
"You have some options Ise." Tiamat pointed out, arms crossed and eyes closed. "You either kill her and be done with it, do what I suggested earlier and give them back a nuke ready to blow up, or you can use your Senjutsu to cripple her magic and ki paths and make her an ordinary human with knowledge of the supernatural. No faction will allow a human infused with draconic energy to wander freely, meaning she was doomed from the start of your plan."
Issei's face soured. Did he really have to kill this girl? Was there no other option that didn't result in her dying? Had he been a major factor in her death?
Even now he could feel it, his power flowing inside her, trying to mix and settle with her magic. It was his will that maintained the energy at bay, not letting anything out of control. He wished for his power to spot trying to mergue with her magic; and so it did, much to his surprise. He felt the power gather around one point, where the previous tattoo had been inked. The green energy shifted and settled over the empty spot, turning into his usual magic circle.
"Well, isn't that something!" Tiamat whistled, looking at the magic construct and examining it. "Gotta hand it to you Ise,when you're motivated you can do some pretty amazing stuff."
"What did I do?" His confusion was quite undestandable, seeing as he merely wished for a more peaceful outcome.
"Remember how you just dumped a lot of your power inside the slave magic? Yeah, you forcefully overwrote the spell, but there was still magic residue, since you were so rough, it combined with your energy and started flowing through her magic paths." Tiamat explained, waving her hands as if what she described was so simple. Issei undestood her, his tortu-...training with the dragonness enough for his to lose his ignorance regarding general magic he failed to undestand was why she was mentioning this.
"You used some power I can't recognize and made the rampaging energies settle down, and since your draconic mana and the slave magic residue were together, you can basically get what I'm saying." Indeed, he did get where she went. He didn't remove the slave magic so much as he took over them. Considering also the fact that his magic was merging with th girl's, and the only way to dispel "His" new slave seal crest was to kill her. Her magic essence was basically tied down to his now.
Issei sat down on his chair, feeling guilt over his irresponsible action. Now, his options had become even more limited. He ran a hand over his hair, feeling frustration build up. He could feel her now, her magic stable and just waiting a command from him. Yeah, really living up to the title of Red Dragon of Domination! Sarcastic thoughts went on his mind as he hoped to find a solution to his predicament.
"What is it, young drake?" Tiamat asked, making him remember she was still here.
"What do I do?" He responded her question with one of his own. He looked back to the Boosted Gear, the previous hole now filled by another emerald jewel. He stared at the shining core. Maybe, if he stared long enough, he might find some sort of answer.
Tiamat was content in letting the young drake ponder for a while. She directed her attention towards the girl laid on the bed. More especifically, towards the green draconic magic circle-like tattoo. It smelled just like Issei, irradiating some of his power, but it also reminded Tiamat of something she disliked. Binding. Chains. Divine Authority belonging to a higher being, a God-class.
The dragonness huffed, hands coming to cover her chest as if nursing a wound. She tried to forget about it, it had been so long ago after all, but whenever she cast any sort of magic, they were there to remind her of her limitations. To remind her that even if He was dead, Marduk's magic still had control over her. Try as she might, the tattoo was too similar in power; Marduk's power wasn't something that was easily cloned or copied, and the only being that managed to understand his magic authorities had stolen them from him, killed him, and proceeded to do their own thing.
Prometeus, the titan who gave humanity flame, was also reveared as a god of tecnological advancement. After all, without fire, humanity could not have advanced and would still be mere hairless monkeys playing in caves.
The Almighty YHWH, or more commonly known as the True God, or God of the Bible. He had the first form of authority ever known to the majority of higher being, and He had been the slayer of Marduk, and had brought an end to the power of Babylonia. It could be considered some sort of twisted luck that she had been "killed", being divided in two halves, one containing your consciousness, the other possesing her true godhood (Mother of Monsters). She managed to be reborn, managing to keep a control over five elements, while Marduk greedily kept her authority and was reveared as a bringer of peace and prosperity just long enough for God to come and kill him, taking for Himself both Marduk's powers and her owns.
She heard that using her godhood, God made her power a piece for his own plans, in what is known today as the Sacred Gear System. Is her memory was correct, He turned her power into a Sacred Gear (more like toy) called Annihilation Maker. She scoffed. Such hated memories, brought back by a simple tattoo...I must be losing my edge if this manages to make me this emotional! She coughed, hoping to get Ise's atention.
He looked up to her. He was a child full of potential, and if he continued his path, he would surely fullfil all that potential and much more. So far, not a single previous Sekiryuutei had managed to stay this close to her, all those that tried ended up as stains on the pavement. However, Hyoudou didn't reek of death and false domination like the previous Sekiryuuteis; he smelled of hopes and of dragon. Like a true dragon.
"How about I help you for a while?" His eyes lip up, like a child that was promised candy. She chuckled internally. "Now, now, let's not get hasty! I'll let her crash for a while in the Den, but it's temporary. She is branded by your...How do you call that?" She pointed at the draconic circle tattooed on the girl's back.
Issei scratched his chin, the noise of his present stubble echoing inside the room, but he shrugged, coming empty handed with a name for his new magic?
Tiamat looked over it for a few seconds, before a smirk settled on her dangerous lips. "How about Mark of Domination (Mark of the Sekiryuutei)?" She offered, seeing Issei raise his eyebrows at the gaudy name. "Think about it! Dragons normally mark their mates and their treasures, to signal to other dragons and whoever else sees that those things already have an owner. Seeing as you literally marked the girl as yours, with a power that can only be described as domination, we shall name it, Mark of Domination. The proof that the Sekiryuutei, Hyoudou Issei, owns you!" She burst into soft laughter seeing Issei blush at the idea of marking mates. How adorable!
He tried to say something, only managing to sputter a few incomprehensible words. In the end, the teen settled for it, nodding his head at the name.
[It's a good name, Partner! Worthy of being called a Sekiryuutei's special ability!] Ddraig gave his two cents, speaking on his mind.
"Now, as I was saying, you'll have to find out more about her. I'll take care of her for a few weeks, but you need to keep your responsabilities! Don't go around marking everything that has a nice set of breasts, you'll need to take care of all of them. I can hook you up with someone that can get her a clean slate, new identity and all that spy stuff. Home, work, loyalty from her, all those things are on you, young drake!"
"Yeah, I get it. Need to man-up and be responsible." Issei stated, looking softly at the girl. Hell, I don't even know her bloody name! Good job Ise, professional spy that can break into the fucking Vatican can't keep his wits and ends up with a slave girl. What else, am I going to end up with a mercenary band on my name?
"Good! So, I'll take sleepy princess here back to the Den. Mind if I ask her a few questions?" Tia picked the girl rather easily and draped her over one shoulder, almost like a potato bag.
"Knock yourself out." With his aswer, the dragonness had a magic circle ready and was just about to teleport, when Issei called out. "Wait! Let me just make sure she won't try anything funny and break the cafe." He closed his eyes, focusing in the power he could exert over the girl. Like cogs that were suddenly oiled, his power flowed smoothly; he wished his power to not allow the girl to have any potential magic build, and if she were to try, the Mark of Domination would absorb a light amount of Senjutsu, disturbing any semblant of control. Since his power supposedly was dominating the girl's, he hoped that this would be possible.
The tattoo glowed a soft emerald color, before returning to the static green from before.
"Good night Tiamat."
"You too, young drake."
"Thanks for you help. I apreciate it. I truly do, everything you have done for me is more that I deserve, so thank you!"
*Fades away*
"No, thank you Ise-"
"So, it is my lucky day huh?" Issei coments, scrolling down some texts on his phone. He was using a cheap, pre-paid phone considering he was in the school's rooftop and was hoping to avoid any detection. The phone was conected to the deep web, the teen using his mercenary profile to search a few jobs, anything that had something about "hero" in their description, he was reading it and screening it. Nothing had been useful so far, but today he found a nice clue.
/Looking for special individuals. If you think you've more worth than what this world recognizes, and if you have awekened, join us, heroes. Let humanity should its' potential to those that look down upon us.
Location: xxxxxx-xxxx /
Issei confirmed the local and all the data he would need. He then dropped the phone and stepped hard on it, breaking the device completely. He took a short breath, accumulating a tiny amount of magic inside his mouth, and spit out a hot ember. As the phone finished melting down, Issei covered the remains with the gravel of the rooftop, and went to the closest bench.
He picked his bento (Boxed lunch) and started digging in, savoring the rice balls and salted pickle his mother had gifted him. Some eggrolls also came, together with fried mini-sausages shaped like little octopi.
As he parted his hashi to start eating the treats, someone opened the door and entered. Petit body, white hair and the unifomr indicated that this girl, while a student from one of the branches of Kuoh, was not a highschool student just yet. Her yellow eyes focused on him, her poker face not changing in the slightest at the unexcepted person here.
She is really cute! His thoughts as he looked at her. Everything about her seemed to point towards cute, even the little cat hairpin she had.
The girl ignored him completely, chosing to sit at the farthest bench from him. While he found it odd, he let it slide and waved at her. Her eyes never left the bag of goodies she carried with her, from which she pulled some sweet bread and started eating it with quite some vigor. Soon it was chocolate, followed by sweet dango, red bean paste filled bread, and so on she continued, eating sweet after sweet. Issei could feel his blood sugar levels rising just by watching her ingest that much sugar.
He sighed at the fact that he was being ignored by a junior and focused on his lunch. Twenty minutes later, he finished the last of his meal, and opened up a can of coffee. He frowned. Canned coffee just doesn't has the same taste, does it? Wish I had some homebrew right now!
He pulled his phone, his personal phone, and opened a encrypted file. There were no words, just a bunch of 0's and 1's, many repeating quite a few times. He continued to eye the file, scrolling down as if he was reading everything just fine. Once or twice he looked up from the numbers, eyes trailing back to his supposed junior.
The school bell sounded, ending the lunchtime. The petit girl hopped from her seat on the bench and exited the door, leaving Ise to come down on his own, rather slowly. She didn't seem to bother registering his presence, so he took the fact in stride and moved on to his class.
You can't get good news without bad news right after, can you Ise? The file he was reading was relate to the civil war that had happened in the Underworld a few years ago. Many important details required a more focused read, but from the part he skimied, the infighting was really bloody on the side of the Devils. What could you do if you leader died, and many were just ready to claim the throne and fill in the power vaccumm? He really woul need more high quality coffee to deal with this bullshit, that is for sure.
Old-Maou faction. Experiments with other factions' powers, forcing them to mergue. Power-plays and politics ordering assassinations left and right.
All that mess was excluding the "good guys", since considering the massacre that the so called Super Devils caused, the only expression Ise thought that could describe the situation was Shitfest. The files of these guys were the stuff of Nightmares.
He'd worry about that later. Right now the important bit was something he had been told before, but only managed to fully confirm now.
/File -REDACTED-/
/Pertaining the case of the Nekomata sisters, Ku**** and Shir****, who were supposed to be a rare, more powerful variant called Nekoshou, many details have been erased by the 72-pillars as to protect their information. The older sister is now a S-Rank stray devil that is to be killed immediately should sight be confirmed, as to prevent leaking of confidential data. The younger sister is under the care of the Gremory household and cannot be harmed, less the Crimson Satan comes bearing down upon the pillar-elders. Her Senjutsu powers seem to be supressed by the individual herself, due to trauma dealt by the older sister in the event called "Overflow of Nature". A pillar head has been killed by Ku****, drunk in the power allowed by her nature. The current status of the hunt for Ku***...-REDACTED TEXT-/
Altought a bunch of bullshit and lies were writen in the report, a fact was clear.
Kuroka was telling the truth.
As soon as I come from this job, I'm looking for her sister. First clue already went away, but seems like Sona-kaichou needs to invest in better server security.
*Virus sent /Conclusion at 100%/*
Gremory, huh? Not very smart cover if you just give her the same name, but with different kanji! His phone pinged, a student profile popping up complete with a picture of the person he had looked for.
Well, the contract first. China awaits for me.
Ise entered his class and sat down, the teacher soon following in.
-[DxD]-
To be Continued.
Character: Hyoudou Issei
Age: 16 (soon to be 17)
Titles: Sekiryuutei(Red Dragon Emperor), Hidden Dragon, Young Drake, Holy Sword Owner(Ascalor).
Powers: Boost, Tri-Boost, Explosion, Transfer, Dominate, Fire-based magic, Holy magic, Senjutsu.
Sacred Gear: Boosted Gear
Fighting styles: Stealth-based CQC, Brawling, Short/Medium-range magic, basic swordsmanship.
Character: Primordis Tiamat
Age:?
Titles: Mother of Aberations, Monstruosity, ex-god, Dragon's Den Owner, *****,*****.
Powers: Draconic runes, Dragon-based magic, Elemental-based magic (Fire, earth, water, air, metal), Dragon-God magic.
Fighting styles: Brutal dragon fist, Medium/long-range magic, *****,*****,*****.