Man, what's with the amount of non-perverted Issei fics lately? That's like, ripping away faith from a pope
Someone told me to play undertale because it's a great horror game
Ah yes, the pinnacle of 8bit horror. Behold, a fat skeleton in a sweatshirt with billions of far disturbing fanarts. I'd rather torture myself replaying a Souls game with a steering wheel
I'm so cranky (╯ ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)╯┻━┻
So cranky that I've been rewriting this chapter 4 times
This is the result of this feckin isolation
If you're going mad like me, I recommend you watch "REC" 1 and 2. It's a Spanish horror movie and you'll have to download subtitles (subscene is a gud movie subsite), but it's miles better than Annabelle
Though that's not saying much because Annabelle was straight up garbo as are the rest of its conjuring series. 1 and 2 are gr8 horror movies tho.
Thank you very much for the reviews for the last chapters. You guys enjoyed it more than I thought, which is great, because I had high expectations for that chapter, which am now gonna have trouble maintaining the bar.
HAH. As if. I haven't ran out of ideas of degeneracy just yet
ok carry on
Death's Chosen
[IX]
||The Foreshadows||
'The road to hell is paved with good intentions', or so they said. Apparently, the road to an abandoned church was paved with awkward silences.
Nobody was comfortable with it save one soul.
Issei struggled to focus on the path because he kept reimagining the unholy sensation of Rias' sinful breasts. Rias was distraught for obvious reasons. Yumi and Koneko were equally shocked to think of a way to kill the awkward mood, while Akeno was too busy giggling to herself, being the only person who enjoyed the self-torment Rias was undergoing.
Which led her to hum. "Hmm~ I wonder how Sirzechs-Maousama will react."
'Damned busty sadist-' Rias cursed inwardly while continuing their walk through the outer forest. That was the topic that had been nagging her but she didn't want to think of.
"Can we please not talk about it right now."
"Ara? But I'd imagine Maousama would like to hear about this, Buchou."
"No he will not." Rias seethed. "No Satans will want to hear it and they shouldn't-" The choker tattoo appeared and flared, reminding the heiress that even the slightest thought of being ashamed to be his servant could trigger the curse. "…Nngh… Don't, Akeno. Just don't."
Seeing the best friend she had known for years being this pathetically susceptible to her tease was deadly entertaining. Akeno could get used to this.
"…Excuse me, but all this talking about a 'Satan' has gotten me a royally creeped out." Issei interjected, nervously. "I'm not… No one's gonna be sacrificed on a totem or a cross or something… right…?"
"Not if you don't want to." Akeno said with a cute titter.
"Uh yes, I don't think I'd want to."
"No it's not that, Issei." Rias explained, "My brother is a Satan."
"…Oh?" Issei muttered dumbly, doing his best to try and make this whole thing to make sense for his human brain. "…I thought it's the people who worships Satan are called that-"
"No. Issei. He's a Satan. The Satan. A literal Satan, not a Satanist."
"…Soo… he's the antichrist?"
"Ah right. What am I hoping; I forgot you're new into this whole… thing." Rias sighed, "A Satan to us devils are the equivalent of Presidents or Prime Ministers to you humans. The word 'Satan' is just an honorary title. And while we're at it, the devils have four Satans. One of them is my brother."
"…Y-your brother huh." If he didn't know any better, he'd be thinking he was living in a looney world where devils were apparently governed by an oligarchy. "So Senpai's brother is like the emperor, huh? Well."
Awesome. He just groped Satan's sister. And to this brand-new knowledge, Issei brilliantly surmised with; "I'm so fucked."
Yumi snrk'ed. as did Koneko, but she burst out an uncharacteristic giggle that was actually cute if his life wasn't on the line.
Akeno filled in. "Mhmm. And Sirzechs Lucifer-Maousama alongside Serafall Leviathan-Maousama have a severe case of doting their little sisters. I'm excited to hear his Satanic Highness' opinion upon learning our young Issei-kun has become the master of his beloved sister."
Issei felt he should wear the brown pants whenever he was going to meet this Satan brother. Maybe he should consider buying some blessed holy crosses or holy water or anything that was holy.
{You worry too much boy. As if Boss would let a measly Satan muddling with His plans.} Balthazar interrupted with his much-needed intervention to Issei's cloud of anxiety. {…But as I'm aware, Boss does have quite the sister complex Himself. I am not entirely certain of your fate, lad.}
'WOW. Thanks. It's always been my dream to get rammed by literal Death and a Satan.'
{Hey. Maybe you'll enjoy it.}
'I'm not a masochist!'
{You won't be alive either to be anything.}
Suddenly, dying after Raynare killed him didn't sound so bad.
Then he felt a shiver tearing him away from contemplating his demise; a light brush of an invisible hand stroking his cheek. Issei activated his sight, and saw not just four, but ten blue swirling lights coming from the direction of the church approximately a hundred meters away, their advance hidden by the thick of the trees.
He glanced around to look at the devils, checking their reaction; which didn't change much. They were very much like a bunch of teenagers going to a Sunday school.
{Well, you've become more attuned to your senses than they do.} Balthazar concluded.
'Really? Don't they do this kind of thing more than I do?'
{Yes, but, see, Issei, they're not blessed by Death.}
His statement was followed by the narrowing of the devils' eyes, then by Koneko's whispered warning.
"They're coming. There's ten of them, Rias-Senpai."
"Oh my, a welcoming party so soon? They shouldn't have…"
Although her fearlessness was inspiring, almost motivating, Issei found Akeno's smile and lust for battle was disturbingly stimulating. Though he couldn't decide which part of him that got stimulated; his uncomfortable fear or his dick.
Probably both.
"We're here not to talk, aren't we, Senpai?" Yumi asked just to make sure while drawing her blade out of thin air, causing Issei to mutter a quiet 'woah'.
"If it's peace that they wanted, they shouldn't have killed my clients and lay harm on my cute servants." A black and red malevolent sphere of destruction blazed by Rias' palm. She needed this cathartic event. "Don't spare anyone."
"Ufufufu~ with pleasure." Akeno hummed as blue cracks of thunder flickered by her fingers.
While Issei had yet to see these devils in action save for Rias and Yumi, he felt bad for those ten fallen angels.
Break
When the devils and the fallen angels clashed, rending the night winds with their magic and bombarding the ground with explosive spears, Death's Chosen was furiously avoiding being part of the casualties, frustrated that he had to keep dodging both sides' magic, unable to participate as he wanted.
Earlier he had Koneko commanded by Rias to stick by his side. As if being protected by his junior was not humiliating enough, said junior was cute and deadly and had no trouble in sending the fallen angels away with one, powerful, and accurate punch to their guts, before Akeno finished them off with a thunder to their head, exploding their eyes like smashed eggs in the process while frying their brains with unholy voltage.
It was like he was living in a horror movie except he was on the monsters' side.
Now he was running around, dodging bolts of lightnings that were thrown at him because apparently, the fallen angels decided he was the easiest prey.
{You're not ready to kill yet, and that's alright.} Balthazar droned as his host jump-rolled to his left, utilizing one of the Void Dragon's teaching of basic parkour into action.
'Wait, what you mean 'yet'? Was that a foreshadowing?!' Issei demanded, jumping as another lightspear blasted the ground below him. He found a tree to hide behind as he peeked at the destroyed dirt path, now filled with tiny craters and bloods and torn black feathers. 'Dude, these guys are BRUTAL!'
{It is what it is.} Balthazar replied, annoyed. {It's understandable you won't kill, but the least you can do is either lure an enemy off your pressurized ally, relieving their pressure of course, and you can even bait the enemy onto someone who, say, can annihilate a soul; like your seniors for example.}
'Okay. Which one?'
{Either one. None of them has a shred of guilt or hesitance when it comes to finishing off their enemy.}
'Y-yeah, they don't.' Issei agreed as he watched Rias' demonic power engulfed an entire fallen angel, leaving nothing but their torn wings. '…Jesus Christ.'
{Scared, boy?}
'Disturbed, more like…' He replied, honest. 'I-I-I just need some time to get used to this… this is like… it's like a gore movie but real.'
{Mhmm, and people actually die if they are killed.} Balthazar droned, uninterested. {This is actually a great opportunity for you to learn the basics of a team fight, stay where you are boy, and collect yourself you pathetic loon.}
'R-right, yeah.' Issei wanted to act, but he didn't exactly know what to do yet, as he didn't want to end up troubling the devils.
{First, coordination is important. You need to be aware who you and your allies are fighting, if they are struggling or if they're doing well, in which case they may provide the opportunity for you to lessen the number of opponents you are facing. Compare these devils to those fallen angels. They lack coordination and rely on their own like the red shirts they are.}
His brain struggled to understand how Koneko just used her petite figure to block a lightspear, looking more annoyed that her uniform was torn rather than hurt, before leaping to the sky and landing a punch to the female fallen angel's gut.
The fallen angel retched a gob of clear liquid, clutching her belly, as Yumi 'appeared' behind her and jammed a katana through her neck, effectively ripping her skin as blood spurted from her torn flesh, meeting their death not long after.
Issei gulped once again. This really was the shit he had to deal with; the fact that his junior, classmate, and seniors were trained murderers close to ruthless psychopaths.
That aside, Koneko had a cutie pink sports bra. Firm, thin, and modest. It seemed that having good taste of underwear was common among the devils.
For some reason, the white-haired devil sent a threatening glare at his direction before dealing with another fallen angel.
{Secondly, know what are your capabilities and your allies' as well as your enemies before you head into battle. Right now it's easy to see that these devils are superior in many ways, but once they face their equals, understanding what they can or can't do will affect the outcome of the battle.}
Issei tried his best to ignore that fallen angel trying to gather his spilled intestines since Rias' spell had just obliterated his sides. And he couldn't just look away. It was like looking at a sinking ship or a train wreck. It was horrible, but hypnotizing in a way.
"That's a lot of blood."
Balthazar remained undisturbed by the amount of gore, continuing with his explanation instead. {Conveniently, you can break it down into three roles. The carry; the excellent fighter. Skilled and deadly. In a one on one scenario against other roles, they'll come out on top. They can deal out the most damage in the shortest amount of time and normally, not always, they can win their team the battle, provided they receive the needed support when needed.}
Issei's developed eyes could see Yumi leaping and blitzing across the ground, zig-zagging as she avoided a barrage of lightspears, cutting down a lightspear vertically, splitting the violent holy spear in two, then thrusting her blade with precision right through the fallen angel's heart who couldn't dodge in time, or simply didn't have the reaction time.
Five down, five to go.
Another fallen angel lunged at her, catching Yumi off guard, but was halted by Koneko's sudden appearance. The little devil caught the light-infused weapon with her gloved hands, and held it firm for a few seconds. A few seconds were enough for Yumi to lop the fallen's head as it rolled over the ground, white-eyed and mouth still screaming without a voice.
Issei was even starting to feel bad on how one-sided this was.
{Which brings us to the next role; the support. They assist in various way, directly or indirectly, disabling enemies, covering the fighters, perhaps they cast spells that can buff their allies' strength or cover their weakness, or they can simply take the blows for their less resilient allies – like what that little runt just did.}
There was an inkling that Koneko would not appreciate being referred as either 'little' or 'runt'. Both combined? If he said that to her, she'd probably blast him to the skies and put Team Rocket to shame.
{The support is essential in a team-fight. They require an even greater mind to observe the battle and provide what is needed where it is most needed. They may hang behind the frontline or even participate directly, providing cover to their allies in whatever form of assistance they can provide.}
{That girl, for example. Using her enhanced body to block off hits, while your new servant provide cover for the other. Keeping the enemy on guard with her destructive powers. They provide support when needed, and where it is needed, without getting much recognition from their actions due to how smooth they are. Quite literally the unsung heroes.}
When he could finally shrug off the deaths, Issei was finally more interested and curious in learning. 'Okay. What's the next one?'
{The finisher. Or nuker.} Balthazar replied, just as Rias and Akeno double-teamed a fallen angel into her oblivion; Akeno's lightning kept her in place as the fallen angel jittered from the violent shocks, while Rias' Power of Destruction snuffed her soul. {As the name implies, that's what they do. While the carry may find trouble in dealing with, say, a tanky enemy, a nuker doesn't. Give her a chance to hit two or three spells, they'll make a quick work of somebody.}
{Now, boy, while they can adapt into many roles, most excel at one of these three basic roles among the others. Can you name them out?}
'Right.' Issei focused as the devils handled the last three fallen angels with much ease. 'Koneko's pretty obvious, I think… she's a support. Uh… the tanky one. Yumi's is the carry, right?'
{Yes, go on.}
'And Rias-senpai is… a support, but she's uh… she's like a nuker too. Tho her spells look pretty hard to hit.'
{Precisely.} the Void Dragon said with a grin, proud of his trainee. {Her devastating magic is the most potent yet the hardest to hit as she requires more time to aim and control than, say, your other senior's spell. However, she's able to see the battle. Intellect, power, and combat awareness combined allows her to fit seamlessly in both roles as needed.}
{Vision; tactical awareness is as crucial in a coordinated team combat. When you're no longer fighting these random mooks but enemies of your equal, you'd wish you've learned when the consequences are less dire.}
Issei nodded as the other hot senior shot out a thin blue lightning that wrapped around the fallen's body like a lash, burning through his clothes, searing the skin as she fried him alive. Issei ignored that man's scream and continued his assessment.
'…Akeno is… all of them?'
{Apparently so.} Balthazar decided. {An all-rounder. Her kind of combatant tends to be the trickiest to handle since she could cover herself on her own; which is who you shall strive to be, boy. Also there's another one behind you.}
"ISSEI!" Yumi's scream pierced through the battle the moment she saw the fallen angel behind the boy.
Issei turned around in shock. The fallen angel had snuck by during the ensuing chaos, using the shrubberies to hide and sneak behind him.
He winced as the raging blue lightspear hit the center of his heart should it pierced through his skin.
Which it didn't.
"GUAAAaaaaaahhh…." Issei screamed too. Not from the pain, but the surprise. He was so ready at the pain that he had his buttcheeks clenched hard, only to find the lightspear buzzing below his chin. He saw its violent current, which was pretty cool, as well as the paper-thin layer of mist that was no larger than a penny blocking the spear from tearing a hole on his shirt, which was rather scary due to how much it reminded him to Death's 'wings'.
"…Huh."
"Huh?" His assaulter sounded as confused as they both exchanged looks. "What the fuck?"
He poked his weapon on Issei's chest to make sure he wasn't hallucinating, furrowing his eyebrows even more with each jab. Issei felt like he was being prodded with a lukewarm, oversized toothpick that made more noise than damage.
The fallen angel stared at him, dumbfounded.
Issei, too, was equally dumbfounded. "Well this is awkward."
Realizing the chasmic disparity between their strength, the fallen angel slouched his shoulders. "Well this is fucking bullshit."
{Just kiss already.}
Snapping out of it, Issei returned the favor; blasting the fallen angel square in the mouth with a swift right cross, sending him flying back to the open as five bloody teeth loosened from their gums. The crow doubled over, the dirt slowing his flight as well as scraping his skins until eventually, a tree on the other side of the road stopped him upon impact.
"Holy shit…" Issei muttered, reeling back his stretched hand to check his palm and fist. He found a spatter of blood, but it didn't hurt. He was sure that wasn't his blood.
Upon realizing he had just sent a supernatural being that could've killed him easily two weeks ago twenty feet away, probably more if the tree didn't stop him, he put his surprise in the most eloquent way possible;
'DUUUUUUUDEEEEE.'
Balthazar wasn't as shocked at his strength, chilling as per usual. {Low tiers are far beneath you now, boy. And they're far worse than the other two you fought before. This is expected.}
'Dude this is awesome! I feel kinda bad for hitting him and this is gross as shit-' Issei thought as he rubbed off the blood on the nearby bush. '-but—DUDE. Did you see how far he go?!'
{Yes, yes. Jolly good show and all that stuff.}
In his stupor, the devils gathered around him, their broadened eyes speaking their silent amazement.
Reflectively, Issei flinched back, anticipating a wooden sword being swung at him, until he realized he wasn't caught peeping. Old habits die hard. Present habits die even harder.
"…Well, this is the first time I'm surrounded by pretty girls and not get hit."
"I-Issei!" Rias was the first to break her trance at the revelation of her master's newly discovered power; happy in a way, and not because she was his servant, but because she was genuinely happy at his growth. Equally worried too. "Are you… are you hurt?"
She glanced him up and down, looking for signs of damage especially on his chest, finding nothing but his dumb smile.
"Y-yeah! I'm fine! Perfectly fine- like 200% fine—KYAAA-!" He shrieked the same way his schoolmates would scream whenever a demonic wind blew their skirts up.
Yumi had lifted his shirt up without warning. "W-WAIT- MY HEART ISN'T READY—"
His excuse was overlooked as the devils scrutinized his bare chest.
"N…not even a scratch?!" Yumi muttered aloud, her blue eyes traversing his unexpected athletic build; a testament of his week worth of training without any break, which dosage and severity would be lethal even for a devil. "I-Issei, that's impressive?"
If it was, then why did she had to sound so confused? Either way; "Thanks, but it's getting chilly out here."
"…" After gazing at his muscles for a while, Yumi swallowed her saliva as she realized they were accumulating inside her mouth. Strange… she perfectly knew what was happening, but she found it strange that she would be attracted to him.
That said… he wasn't as awful as she had thought after that outburst earlier… although her opinion shifted slightly after hearing certain voices; something she was sure her King wouldn't want her to hear.
"…" The King herself were no better; Rias desperately struggled to keep her curse from activating for wanting her master's body, becoming even more confused the more she thought of what exactly was her status towards Issei.
"…Oh my." Akeno couldn't say a word more. Unlike the others, she didn't bother restricting herself as she openly traced the fine lines of his muscles with a finger, smirking with amusement as Issei giggled under her touch. "Ara ara indeed…"
"…" Koneko didn't swallow any spit or say any word, but she was frustrated this subhuman pervert had this kind of body and that her seniors had turned into cats in heat. It was as if they were in some kind of an uninspired fanfiction.
She expressed her mild disappointment with an annoyed "Tch."
"…You know, I don't mind being stared at like this, unless I get to do the same to you guys." Issei commented dryly since he couldn't see shit; his black training shirt was on his face, and it smelled like sweat. Guy sweat. Blegh.
Yumi then let go of his shirt, blushing. "W-well, you seem fine, Issei-kun." She said with a sheepish giggle, stepping a few steps back to clear her mind.
"Fufufu, this is unexpected… in more ways than one." Akeno added, tittering away. "Aren't you a lucky one, Bu-chou~"
"I… I don't know what you're saying." Rias replied, seeking refuge in ignorance. Trying to find a way to stop thinking about his toned stomach; she succeeded by imagining he was Riser instead. "R-right… yes. You've uh… you sure have grown quite robust, Hyoudou-kun."
'Back to 'Hyoudou-kun' again?' "Uh… yeah. Thanks. I mean, I did say I'd train, Senpai."
"We can see that…" Rias stole a brief glance at his shirt, now blocking his stomach as well as his well-developed muscles. Odd how a piece of an article could hide them so well and make him appear so misleadingly lean. She had noticed the muscles of his arms were more defined, but to think he could transform his body to this athletic extent…
"W-well, since everyone's alright, let's continue."
As Rias led the devils away, cleaning up the corpses with her Power of Destruction, Issei trailed behind them with a light blush and a dumb, victorious, smug smirk plastered on his face.
{Hoho, so you're not as dense as I thought you'd be, eh?}
'C'mon man. I'm not that dumb.' Issei replied, still with his dumb grin. His mood had soared after what happened. Not because he had just been sexually harassed, but because his hot seniors and hot classmate were checking him out, and they liked it.
Having his ego stroked that much, he felt like he could take down a mountain. Screw those mangled corpses. They ain't shit. 'I'm so glad you enslaved me for a week.'
{Hah!} Balthazar grinned, his voice booming in his head. {Bump into several moral quandaries and you'll see, boy, there are more trainings than just physical.}
'Nice, thanks for killing my excitement.' Issei put simply, no longer eager. '…By the way, why do I have to be all of them?'
{Hm?}
'Y'know, from what you just said. The carry, nuker, and support and stuff.'
{You didn't know?} The dragon said as though the answer was obvious. {You must become one, because you can only rely on yourself.}
'W-wait, wait, am I gonna have to fight alone?'
{What? You want to stick around fighting with these devils after you're done playing the white knight?} Balthazar scoffed a mocking laughter. {Boy, once you learn how to fend yourself, and I mean properly defend yourself… against stronger enemies, they'll only hold you back.}
'Holy shi- seriously? They're all strong as heck! Have you seen Rias' - thing?! She was like- 'Poof! You're dead.'!' Isn't that like- a broken spell already?!'
{In her level? Perhaps. But while it is true that the devil is talented, lad, she wasn't the one chosen by Death.}
His questions stopped there with that statement. The devils might be talented or gifted or worked themselves to death for the sake of being stronger, but knowing Death had just clipped Tiamat without even trying…
{Do you feel bad because hard work and talent are eclipsed by His blessings?}
'Well… yeah. It's kinda unfair.'
{You're comparing yourself with those whose potential are below you; of course you'd think it's unfair for them.} Balthazar scoffed. {Don't be misguided, boy; there are beings far stronger than them; far than what you are now. Perhaps more than you can ever be if you keep feeling sorry for anyone including yourself.}
{You're not the only one with a blessing.}
Break
No one was born equal. Nothing was created equal – except for those galaxies in the edge of the finite yet endless abyss, far beyond the human's discovered universe; an aimlessly floating proof of Life's failures in piecing the right mix of atoms to create a single planet where gods can play around being gods. Those rocks were equally as useless, never to be discovered by any scientist no matter their ambition, let alone be colonized.
Well, maybe they shouldn't colonize it, because it was deathly boring over there.
Unlike there, on Earth, where everything amusing occurred, where its cretins often refuse the thought or realize they were nothing more than just cretins living in a giant floating blue rock covered in debris of their defunct satellites.
Death's otherworldly ghastly form shifted as He momentarily freeze everything, including His touring sister who was watching a movie with her goddess friend. All to flick a galaxy away because its molecular clouds were starting to block His view; surprising a handful of The Old Ones.
Loosening His grip over 'time', the blue sphere rotated once more.
Almost everyone in this tiny rock wanted to be something more; which was fine. Death didn't care, in all honesty. He had found a peculiar enjoyment in watching these creatures walk and grow and invent – although it wasn't the humans who invented boredom in a universe full of wonder. It was Life and Death. He couldn't tell which invented it first. Probably Life because She had always nagged Him before the beginning of time.
But seeing these phony gods keenly picking out what human they wanted to utilize was highly amusing. How they bickered with each other over a soul of a species they regarded as ants, how they threatened to invade the other's realm, insulting one another to gain the servitude of 'Artoria Pendragon', 'Cu Chulainn', 'Atalanta', 'Mordred', 'Scathatch', several other soul of other famous historical figures among the humans, all so they could beat His Chosen and annoy Him a littlest bit, and the fact that so few of them realized they had been playing His game and still participated because they wanted to piss him off, provided a great satisfaction so few could top.
To have them act like shop-crazed humans during Black Friday; He found irony was utterly pleasing. Death couldn't find this kind of petulant arrogance anywhere else.
Perhaps He should have done this sooner. But if He did, then He couldn't humiliate them the way He wanted to. All in all, everything was going according to His plan.
Satisfied, Death returned to His anthropomorphic personification, rejoining His sister and her travelling companion, as His sudden appearance scared the living out of several deities who thought they could harass a pair of goddesses who had trespassed their self-proclaimed territories.
"D…D-Death?"
"Yes. Now shoo." The lesser Nordic gods scampered away from the movie theater, back into their realm, unwilling to test their mettle against their Executioner. Odin would then berate the living out of them later.
Standing by until His sister finished watching some drama movie in the personally reserved theater, Death lazily 'zoomed' towards His Chosen, settling to watch his progress as He waited.
Break
The Chosen of Death made a face as he glanced around the eerie chapel. The place just screamed abandoned and all things wrong that shouldn't be found in a place where people worship god. Statues of important catholic figures were destroyed, leaving just the jagged bottom part. The giant cross in the front center was strewn all over the podium. The pews where the listeners used to either pray, listen, or pretend to listen while they sleep.
Issei didn't like this place. Not one bit. It felt wrong to be in here – not because it was a church and he used to not believe in any god, but because the place was creepy as hell - and he would have left if not for that nun who had left quite an impression on him.
Along with the devils, he was looking around the place, knocking on doors and opening them. Rias mentioned that there was a secret entrance to some sort of a basement; a hideout or a base for the fallen angels.
They just hadn't had any luck so far.
Entering a dark room that wasn't so dark thanks to his eyes' heightened sensitivity to light, Issei treated his steps with care.
{Something's off here.}
'Yeah… it stinks.' Complained Issei as he carefully stepped over a natural landmine left by rats and other creatures. 'I get that it's supposed to be their hideout but, come on. At least buy some air refresher or hire a house cleaner or something.'
{Not that you dolt.} Balthazar blustered. {I can feel faint traces of magic, but where—}
And then something behind him exploded.
Balthazar didn't miss a beat. {There it is.}
Issei turned around after flinching, rushing back outside the room, and found the devils had circled around a debris of broken pews, surrounding one of theirs.
"…Nnh… I'm alright Senpai." Koneko uttered as she got up from her throne of shattered woods. Her uniform was badly torn apart, causing Issei to question his moral sanity as he was looking at the underwear of someone who looked like an elementary student, but she didn't look harmed at any places.
"What happened?" Asked Yumi, glancing around for any fallen angels.
"Those goddamn crows… They've set up traps." Rias seethed as she helped her junior back to her feet, using her magic to sew Koneko's uniform back to its pristine condition.
Issei was still conflicted to be sad or be happy that Rias covered his minute junior. But he supposed it was for the best.
"Cowards use cowardly manners." Akeno tittered. "Hardly surprising, I might say…"
"…I found the entrance, by the way." Koneko said, her tiny but insanely powerful arm dusting off her skirt. "It was rigged with holy grenade."
"Good job, Toujou." Rias sighed, patting Koneko's head, looking like a relieved mother. "We're lucky it was you… not to mean anything ill by that but… had it been any of us…" She then gritted her teeth. "Crafty bastards… I've underestimated them. Let's descend the stairs, but maintain your distance, everyone. Koneko, I hate to ask you this, but can you lead in the front?"
The girl nodded. "Sure, Senpai."
"I-I'll lead." Issei suddenly spoke up, making the devils realize they had an extra member tonight.
"Ara~? Suddenly manning up now, mmn? Issei-kun?"
"Show off." Koneko chipped in.
"I'm not showing off!" Issei defended. "I mean… I can't really fight alongside you guys so… at least let me get hit for you when I can."
Yumi giggled, playfully poking his shoulder with a finger. "Fufu~ trying to be manly, Issei-kun?"
"I'm not! Well, I am, but that's not the main reason here." Issei scratched the back of his head. He wished he could just say he didn't want to see his junior became a guinea pig without being arrogant. '…I'll be alright, right?'
{Probably. Yeah. You're not a devil. Holy water is just water.}
'That's good to hear…' The boy huffed. He then briefly wondered how exactly holy water was created. Did holy maidens take a bath and sell their bathwater?
As someone who didn't take too many things seriously, Balthazar played along with his host's pointless wondering. {If it's an Archangel, maybe it's possible.}
'Huh… oh yeah, that's one way to holify a water. That's seriously weird.'
{I told you reality is stranger than fiction.}
"…Very well, lead the way, Hyoudou-kun." Rias decided. She couldn't go against her master's will anyway, and this would be a terrible, terrible moment if her curse got triggered.
Break
And thus, Issei led the way. He was always six steps ahead from the devils as he scaled down the spiraling staircase. Slimy green moss covered most of the walls, and Issei swore to clean himself afterwards as he would clean his browser history. And it was just like Balthazar had mentioned; as he stepped on a thin thread, he heard a pin-like sound before a flash engulfed his vision while his whole body was covered by water.
Rias and Akeno kept him mostly dry with the use of their wind magic, which felt like a giant hairdryer to him. They had to keep away from him due to the lingering power of the holy water, which made him feel like the bearer of a very contagious virus.
And a few steps later, he felt a tight grip around his ankles as he stepped on a beartrap hidden by a worn rag.
"Ouch." He said, cringing, though it wasn't as painful as it looked. The shark-toothed edges couldn't even sink into his flesh.
{Hoo, lubricating an old trap with blessed water… smart and economic.}
That didn't stop Rias from worrying. "A…Are you… are you alright…?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine! It kinda tickles actually…" Issei assured as he knelt briefly, then breaking apart the foothold trap in two with a tug, surprising himself again.
'This is so sick… I feel like… like I'm superman or something. Except I don't wear tighties.'
{And instead of wanting to be saved, girls run away from you.}
'…Hey…'
After triggering two more holy water trap and one holy grenade explosion and twenty steps later, the group arrived at the bottommost part of the church, and Issei would be completely drenched in holy water and very pissed off if the devils weren't there. He would also be missing a piece of his limb or completely dead if he didn't train his ass off.
"Fufu, you might've just saved our lives there, Issei-kun." Akeno smiled, drying the last wet part of his sleeve with a warm tiny gust of wind. She would have gotten closer to him to tease him if not for the stench of the holy water that was like toxic to devils.
"Anytime!" Issei said, pumped up because all those explosions did nothing on him. "Happy to help!"
"I'm glad you get hurt instead of me, Senpai."
"…Thanks, Koneko-chan."
"I really do appreciate you, Hyoudou-kun, but let's safe the 'thank you's for later." Rias steered.
Infront of them was a large double door. Issei didn't even need to activate his vision to tell the room beyond was where the fallen angels had gathered, as well as several humanly signature. Some exorcists, he would guess.
He was expecting a boss music blasting off from somewhere, maybe there was a hidden speaker in the midst of the wreckage and dirty old walls, but alas, he was not living in a Souls game. Or any kinds of game. And he was not a gamer either with some gamer ability or whatever kind of stats he could wank himself to.
Yumi unsheathed her sword; the black-bladed sword made a reappearance. Issei wanted to ask if she named her sword, but she spoke first. "What an air… How many do you think are behind this door, Rias-senpai?"
"Enough for everyone, hopefully." Akeno hummed. Blue thunders crackled by her delicate fingers. "I don't mind having extra… since they resorted to… underhanded means instead of facing us directly."
"…I smelled seven." Issei gave Koneko a questioning and curious look. She didn't bother. "…They're better than the ones we fought before, Senpai."
"Tsk, as expected…" Rias muttered, "They might've sent those crows to stall us while they set up those traps… none of it suggests that they took their time in setting them up."
"So let us not take ours, Rias." Akeno said, impatient, her thunders crackling between her fingers, giving Issei the jibbies. "Let me blow these doors already."
He hoped he could find Asia there. He couldn't fight, but he knew what he was going to do the moment the devils-
After a brief flash of Akeno's thunder, the two large wooden doors flung inside, each smashing right into the body of an exorcist over the rough granite floor.
Rias glared at Akeno. A glare that clearly said 'seriously?'.
"Whoops~" Akeno tittered innocently. "I promise I don't suffer from premature unleashing."
Issei didn't pay much attention to the blood they left as their shins scraped the coarse surface, because he immediately scanned the room for her. The room itself was unexpectedly large, almost three floors high and wide enough for three basketball courts.
Balthazar kept silent, watching, observing, wanting to see how his host would handle this without his advice.
"We meet again, Gremory." Hovering in mid-air, four black wings expanded, Raynare took the center of the stage as four figures in white robe stood in front of her, each wielding the same light saber as that one dead priest; whose name Issei couldn't remember. Issei thought it was Frieza, but that couldn't be right.
They all had masks, but Issei could see they were all males from their figure. Good. He didn't have to feel so bad when he had to hit them.
"I thought I'd pay you back the favor." Rias glared. "I see you've grown a pair of extra wings. Not that it'd help you." She observed, frowning. Fallen angels had ways to grow stronger; it seemed Raynare had chosen 'malice' instead of 'servitude'.
Raynare returned the glare in kind, "You'd be surprised."
{Strange. Why does she possess that nun's blessing?}
'What blessing?'
{Twilight Healing.}
'…Well maybe Asia lend it to her…'
{Heh. Strangely optimistic, aren't you.}
'I'm just hoping.'
{If you dare to hope, then dare to be disappointed, boy.}
'Why you gotta be handing out ominous lessons now dude?!'
Balthazar shrugged. {Just keeping you grounded.}
When the devils took their positions, defending Rias, his eyes trailed onto a flight of giant stairs, where a giant cross stood upright in the dead center, and the blonde sister chained onto it. The fact that she had her eyes shut and her head hanging, almost lifelessly, nearly stopped his heart.
Those deaths he had seen didn't matter because he hardly knew any. But if it was Asia, then— Issei didn't know what he would do, but he would be quite saddened and depressed he couldn't help her.
He might be going out on a limb, but a girl like her deserved a better life than being treated like a 'thing'.
"And I see that you've picked a side, runt." Spite was practically dripping from her words as Issei looked at her. "I should've killed you that night… you've nothing but a thorn on my side ever since. How considerate of you to deliver your head."
"You talk big for a classless whore." Rias snipped – and the four exorcists in front of her looked at each other, uttering their silent 'oh shit' with each other.
"The same insult again?" Raynare narrowed her eyes. "Original as ever. Your breasts are the only thing that aren't flat of you."
Issei felt the pain. It took every fiber inside of him to not react to that.
"I can't begin to explain how dimwitted you are to think you are beyond the non-aggression pact between our superiors. You waltzed in my territory and attempted to kill a human after you tempted him. And now you tricked a Holy Maiden for whatever purpose you have planned for her… And it's plain to see you're just using her. You're nothing but a dog with a loose leash."
"So I'm a bitch. At least I admit it and doesn't try to pretend I'm not." Raynare bit back, "I know how you devils think you are better than us, when you're just a bitch in uniforms."
Rias didn't reply this time, only with a glare and the intensification of her demonic powers, pulsating through her body as well as her peerage's. Raynare replied with her lightspears' violent, electric-like current.
"…Yikes." Hard to believe he once fell in love with this woman. Well, not this woman, but the girl she pretended to be. It hurt to know he wasn't loved, but he had was pretty much over it. He accepted the fate that it would take miracles for him to be loved, so Issei wouldn't depress himself about it.
"I've been patiently waiting for moment. But that doesn't matter. Nothing else matters. No time like the present, isn't it?"
Still, Raynare had quite the great racks as he recalled. He did truly miss her barely covered cleavage and glorious luscious underboobs and upperboobs; not even realizing she had grown an extra pair of wings since he last seen her. So enticed by those billowy naturally meaty pillows that he couldn't hear what Raynare was saying during her villainous 'I have been expecting you Mr. Bond' speeches. The girl might hate his guts, but he couldn't bring himself to hate her or her body.
Indeed. Villainess or not, appearances still mattered, and a busty beauty was still a busty beauty.
Which, after he thought about it some more, this busty beauty might not be a villainess if Raynare didn't jump into conclusion in the first place. And as he thought about it even more, he had been spiraling down the most hated cliché of every manga he read; silly misunderstandings.
Now he got his newest, kindest friend kidnapped, and the cause of it might be because she thought he stalled her, so Rias could come to rescue him.
And that ticked him off.
"AHHHHHH- for fuck's sake— why did you have to jump into conclusion?! And why do you have to be so goddamn hot?!" Issei blazed, despising fate or destinies if they were the cause of Raynare being an antagonist.
Raynare glared at him, skeptical. "Do you think your trick will work twice on me? Think agai—"
"The fuck are you talking about?!" Issei raged as everyone in the room glanced at each other, save Raynare, who looked confused, almost scared. Because in truth, she was wary of him the most. "Yuuma- Reineru you've been misunderstanding my genuine appreciation towards the wonders that is your killer fuckin body. Who the FUCK would joke around about squeezing tits?! They don't joke about it, they do want it!"
"I don't buy your bullshit, you pathetic foo-"
"I am NOT bullshitting goddammit—" Issei stomped the floor, irritated, and Raynare swallowed her spit, backing up a little, actually nervous since she had learned the boy was full of surprises.
"I might be pathetic but I don't joke about boobs! Don't you know who I am?! I'm Hyoudou Issei! I'm the Leader of the Perverted Fuckin' Trio! Alright?! It's OUR collective dream to feel breasts from all over the world! I wasn't begging you to distract you, I was being dead serious for god's sake!"
"I JUST WANT. TO FEEL. YOUR TITS."
Those words that had haunted Raynare like a nightmare echoed within the great room, and inside their respective home, Matsuda and Motohama felt something. Almost the same way a jedi would feel a force, except more degenerate version.
The silence was heavy, but Issei's heart felt lighter.
"…You truly are the worst." Koneko muttered, breaking the silence. She didn't lower her guard, but she could feel her adrenaline fading away after having to hear the worst kind of confessions.
"Yeah, yeah, so I'm a pervert." Issei scoffed. "But dammit, all guys are perverted! I'm just more honest about it!"
Rias couldn't say anything, or even think about anything that was insulting to him, despite how badly she wanted to question her master's thought process, or if she was in safe hands. She didn't know. She didn't want to know. She just wanted to go back on her room and sleep this all off.
On the other hand, Akeno was very much amused. This brand-new plaything of hers certainly knew how to make things less dull.
"…You're the worst of men." Koneko added another.
"What, you don't think I'm right? Want a proof?" Issei aimed finger at one of the masked robed figures, speaking in English as he thought the exorcist couldn't Japan. "Hey you! You want to feel her tits too, right?!"
The stray exorcist pointed a gloved finger on his mask.
"Any of you!"
"What is even happening right now." Yumi wondered out loud. Confused beyond words, but equally curious of what kind of insanity was already in queue.
With slight embarrassment, the exorcist looked around at his fellow exorcists, and then at Raynare, who was having a turmoil of feelings raging in her head, and then at her barely covered, sinful, juicy body.
"Well… yeah."
Two out of the other three exorcists nodded, muttering 'Si, si. Signora Raynare is one of a magnificent beauty.'
"Damn right she is." Issei smiled, proud for having found fellow comrades of cultures, although Rias felt a tinge of jealousy upon hearing his statement.
Although, he did notice one of them looked rather apathetic to the topic. "And what about you?"
"I have a girlfriend." The exorcist shrugged. "I'm just here to kill some devils, honestly."
Issei furrowed his brows. "Well, well, you sonnuva bitch." At least now he wouldn't feel as bad if he had to face this normie.
"You WHAT?" Another exorcist yelled, "Giorno, how come you never told us! Vaffanculo, I thought we were brothers!"
"SHUT UP!" It was Raynare's turn to rage after the impertinent display of her new underlings. Two dark purple lightspears stretched by both her palms, promising hurt. "I have had ENOUGH of you, messing up MY LIFE!"
"Now we're talking…" Yumi smirked, and as Raynare loosened her spears at the group, specifically at Issei, the battle began. "Let me repay you with a hole on your chest as well."
"Why does everything have to resort to violence—!" Issei leapt away as the devils scrambled, picking their foe. He could've just taken the lightspears on his chest like he did last time, but this one seemed more violent and more vibrant that it actually scared him.
Before Raynare could lob another spear, Rias lobbed her demonic power first, easily drawing the fallen angel's attention as the unholy sphere exploded a piece of wall. They both still had unfinished business with each other.
"I'm not through yet with you."
"How nice, neither am I!" Raynare bellowed, and her four black wings wafted her towards the devil.
Accepting that a battle couldn't be avoided, Issei resorted back to his only goal; rescue Asia and keep her safe until this all blew over, as he had discussed with the devils. He made a break for it, entrusting the devils as he rushed towards the stairway as he couldn't bring himself to hurt Raynare. But one exorcist blocked his path. He couldn't tell which one, but he had a guy hunch he was the one who replied to him.
"Come on! I'm a pacifist! Let me go! I just want to save the girl!"
To his surprise, the exorcist lowered his light saber. "You know what amico…? I respect you. You're young and bold, and you're not a devil – although you are with them." He said with a thick Sicilian accent, not that Issei could tell from any Italian dialect. "They're too busy to notice. Keep this a secret between us eh, da uomo a uomo? Man-to-man?"
"Deal." Issei didn't think twice as he headed to his destination. "Try not to die, they're morbidly good at killing!"
"Hah! As am I, fratello!"
{Huh.} Balthazar hummed deeply as Issei ran up the stairs. {Had you remained silent, lad, you would've been stalled there. Surprised me again, you have.}
'Yeah I- it'd be great if they didn't have to fight but—shit dude, am I too late? I can't feel her!' His heart raced as was his adrenaline, panicking as the human-like presences were fading away the higher he climbed. Destruction could be heard blazing behind him, followed with battle cries and flashes of lights, the grumbling of thunders, and the violent tearing of air.
He didn't know why these goddamn stairs had to be here or why couldn't they just put the damn cross on the bottom floor.
Upon reaching the top, he saw her, looking like she was only clothed in nothing but a plain white robe-like cloth worn around her shoulder, similar to those Greek gods used to be portraited in movies when they were famous.
He didn't like how she looked unconscious, almost like she was dead.
"Asia!" He rushed towards her, his heart beating hard as he felt a great disturbance within his pants upon realizing; she really only had nothing but a plain white cloth covering her frame. He tore down the chains tying her ankles with ease, and ripped the ones chaining her wrists like paper.
He stopped thinking with his lower brain once he felt her cold body as he lowered her down the cross. His heart stopped for a beat as he searched for hers.
{Hrm. That explains why that fallen angel has her gift. I don't get why she doesn't just turn… to normal human though. Weird. Who even created this Sacred Gear system again?}
"No, no, no… this isn't fair…" Issei laid her down the marbled floor, staring at her unbreathing figure. He felt his stomach had sank to a bottomless pit upon the realization. Agony rose within his chest, and he-
{Before you start your waterworks or your plunge into despair, boy, remember that your new slave can reincarnate humans.} Balthazar explained, calming his host somewhat. {Although, as one dedicated to her faith, it will be difficult for her to live her life after she is reborn.}
'I'll take responsibility!' Issei stood up, unaware that the same black mist from before had swirled around his right arm, coiling like a snake as he had found his resolve; to fight, and prevent anything similar to this from occurring anymore.
{You sure? She will undoubtedly struggle as a devil, boy. She will be branded an apostate and hunted down should her Christian peers discover her survival. And now that she's without her gift, Rias might be against reviving her, lad.}
"Well they can go fuck themselves!" Issei seared with rage, mad at the unfairness of life and how no one seemed to care about Asia aside from her power.
He eyed down the stairs, at the devils and fallen angels and the exorcists dishing it out under him. An exorcist was clashing sword against Yumi, who then ducked as the exorcist splashed a water seemingly out of his robe. Two others were battling Akeno, causing her quite a trouble since she couldn't tie and kill down them both at once since they were coordinated; when one was bind by her lightning, another would attempt to strike her before she could finish one off.
Koneko had scratches on her skin as she had to use her hands and body to parry her opponent's sword. Her small reach didn't help her much either since the exorcist simply reeled back before she could hit him.
His focus finally landed on Rias and Raynare, and it was obvious to him that Rias was losing grounds despite she was the one blasting the most spells. Rias wasn't an expert close combatant like her opponent, and he could see traces of blood on her arms; evidence of Raynare's successful attack.
"You said she has her Twilight Healing before, does that mean I can get it back?"
{Why don't we find out once your crazy ex is more reasonable.}
His internal conflict was resolved quicker than most. He didn't want to hurt Raynare- as after all, she was his first love and first heartbreaker. She was hot too so that also contributed in his reluctance in fighting her.
But murdering his friends? That was two steps too far.
Besides, he did swear to protect Rias. He didn't plan on going back on his words.
And once his mental restraint of 'doing it the peaceful way' had been completely shattered, Death's malevolent power coursed through him like a river through a broken dam. Ominous mists invaded the air around him, searing like the smoke of a rampaging flame, twisting and churning around his body.
Issei curled his hand into a fist. And he felt it. He saw Death's Mark glowed darkly, and he felt something creeping up to his arm. Black veins-like tattoo covered the skin of his hands, and wherever the black mark had covered, he felt it.
A power so controlled yet visceral. He learned it in that instant; it was a power that once mastered, could rend even mountains. A power that if fell into the wrong hands, could invoke disasters. A power to devour gods. A power that spoke to him to absolutely destroy those gods, coercing him to plunge into a world of madness, to allow himself to leave behind all his sanity to completely unleash this unyielding force, and make that damned squawking crow pay.
{Easy now.} Balthazar warned, sensing the buildup of a murderous rage from his host. All induced by barely a drop of Death's primordial power. Truly a terrifying might. {Let it take control of you, and it'll make you kill all those bountiful breasts, lad.}
'…R-right.'
That snapped him out of it.
He glanced down, feeling the same force pulsating through his legs. Through the gathering mists, he saw the shadow of himself; the blackest he had ever seen. It was as if his shadow had solidified, turning to a pool of ink that no light could pierce through.
{Hardly complete, but this'll do.}
'…These are sick tats.'
{Focus, moron. Your soul isn't strong yet, so I have to fortify your body. You're going to do it yourself once you know how to do it.} Balthazar puffed. {That aside, let's start another lesson while you're on a power trip, boy. Let me show you how to use the Shadow Dimension.}
"Alright…" Issei muttered, subconsciously grinning as his sight trained on Raynare, moving so slowly as his mental capacities and senses had been heightened to absurd heights, allowing him to perceive the world at a rate attuned to his speed.
Black tendrils jutted out from his shadow, curling around his legs, dragging him down into a world once unknown.
"Here I fucking go…"
Was Issei's last words before he descended into his own shadow.
Break
Two enhanced jet-black wings smashed her side, and Rias cried out as her back crashed into a stone pillar. She heard her peerages crying out her name, but couldn't reach her as they were occupied still. Those stray exorcists were tougher than she had expected.
Not to mention Raynare. It was ridiculous how she couldn't keep up with the damned fallen even if she had grown an extra pair of wings, it was pathetic.
But Rias blamed her lack of sleep and her mountain of stresses that she couldn't focus in her fight. That bastard Riser had been torturing her even without his presence.
As Raynare charged towards her, the devil gingerly raised a hand and raised a barrier, wincing as Raynare slammed her two lightspears against it. Rias felt her pool of demonic power was depleting fast from using her Power of Destruction too many times, and hit so few times.
"That's all you can do and you call yourself the Crimson Princess of Ruin?!" She mocked, bloodlust dripping in mix with her growing arrogance.
Her barrier shattered like a glass of mirror, and Rias coughed out a spatter of blood; evidence of her forcing her exhausted body.
Raynare smirked victoriously, blocking a tiny blue thunder with just a swat of her wing. "No one will save you now, princess."
Numbed to the metallic taste of blood in her mouth, Rias glared at her through her hazy vision. In Raynare's moment of arrogance, Rias shot out another blast of her demonic power, coughing out more red as she was scraping the barrel now. Raynare winced as it scratched her shoulder, obliterating another spot in the ceiling as cracks were starting to mingle with the other cracks.
She simply healed her scratch wound by just placing her right hand on it, and the way is glowed a lime green light, confirmed Rias' suspicion. No wonder her attacks didn't seem to affect her; she had stolen that sister's Sacred Gear.
"You thieving bitch…" Rias spat, though her breathing was as tattered as her uniform.
"And you are nothing without your friends." Her lightspear blazed, and whizzed through the air as she brought it down. Rias didn't turn her head away, intent on staring at her eyes until the moment of her death, not wanting to give Raynare any satisfaction at being remotely afraid of her.
But then she felt it. The eerie, unfamiliar air speaking of an unknown power, bursting in front of her.
Surfacing from her own shadow, a tattooed misty hand grasped the lightspear as it was about to cleave through Rias' fiery crimson hair.
Both their eyes widened as his shadow loomed over the devil behind him.
"I-Issei?!"
"YOU—?!"
"ME!" Issei retorted, not knowing why he responded that way.
Raynare couldn't react in time as the vapor around his arm had swirled into her weapon, dissolving her lightspear, creating an agonizingly loud screech, as if the light was a living thing, screaming as it was encroached by the deathly dark mist.
A display of his ridiculous newfound power devoured her confidence as well, as Raynare realized, Dohnaseek, Mittelt, and Kalawarner might not be that far off about leaving him alone.
To be continued…
ANNOUNCEMENT
If you're like me and has always been bothered by DxD's pathetic, incompetent, borderline-standard 'I am very evil but I don't actually know how to evil other than looking evil and be defeated by the good guys while screaming 'IMPOSSIBLE!'' type of villains, then do give my newest story a shot
"Lucifer: The Price of Sin"
Why? Because DxD needs a competent villain who isn't just ambitious, evil when need be, but actually understands the requirements to succeed and doesn't rape just to establish 'I am very evul huehue'
Pragmatic, ruthless, and inherently manipulative; he'll put the so-called manipulative Rias from your typical Rias-bashing fics to shame while making you root for him and his Infernal Legion. Essentially, he's Tywin Lannister with the looks of Jamie and the wit of Tyrion and without Cersei's bitchiness
This Lucifer is a testimony to the legendary conquerors; Attila the Hun, Temujin aka Genghis Khan, Alexander the Great, Hernan Cortez the Conquistador, Timur who led the Timurids, Napoleon, Hitler, etc. etc.
Yes, yes, I'm into history and battle tactics
They're not good people, their methods will make boomers shout and complain, but obviously these guys knew what they were doing. Rooting for the good guys is overrated anyway
And don't think I'm evil aight. I'm a good devout Christian who spares some of my income for donation without needing to post it to Instagram for virtue signaling
END OF ANNOUNCEMENT
Consider yourself announced
Unexpected explicit description of a tiny gore? Come on now. Don't be a softie
Think Rias is too weak? Well, she hasn't sleep for days and she just got groped fam. Tho she is kinda weak in canon too. Don't at me.
There's so many foreshadowing in this chapter I just have to use it as the title. But will it be invoked? Will it be subverted? Will I pull of some dumb move labelled as 'subverting expectations' the writer of GoT did in the few last seasons? I don't know and I don't plan ahead
Hope you're all doing aight in this weird year. This has been the craziest year by FAR.
Inb4 aliens scrambles out from Area 51 and reverse invade us mid-April
At least the memes are gonna be on point as always
Thanks for reading. Take care of your health. Remember social distancing. Save a life by punting a nearby baby. cya dudes
