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Chapter 21: Of Sass and Possessions

Kimiko's intense glare was matched by Ophis' trademark blank stare.

Fiery red against black darkness. It sounded like some massive movie trailer, and yet the situation unfolding here was far from the safe vision of some action-based story.

No, this was going to become a terrible instance of doom which I was caught in between. A storm just around the corner that waited to crash upon my proximity and more.

I was silent, praying that the two female dragons weren't going to jump at the chance of throw dirt at each other. Especially Kimiko. I really didn't need my pretty girl to leave me in a pickle with her high-tier sassy tongue.

But just like before, my hopes were useless before the intrigue and confusion swelling from within the Sprite Dragon's mind.

"What… What are you?"

I blinked at the comment, surprised at the lack of steel in this first query. My shock was brief as the little girl donning goth clothes in front of us replied.

"I'm Ophis."

Well, that's her name. I had expected her to give out her title first, but I guess it wasn't consequential to the Infinity Dragon to give out her credentials to someone far weaker.

Sadly enough, her reasoning was possibly misunderstood by the younger Dragon and I could tell from the next question.

"What is a Ophis?"

"That's my name," The girl continued. "I'm Ophis. Nobody else is."

I almost nodded at that, but my nervousness prevented me from acting on that.

The rest of the people here in the roof had gone silent at the tiny exchange. My masked partners had their attention evenly divided between me and the powerful monster standing before me.

Ingvild looked slightly relieved at the lack of pressure exerted on her protector, but the Devil's interest was mostly directed at me with an undeniable interest in seeing the remaining aggressors removed.

I didn't even need to look at Tiamat to perceive the heavy frown she was leveling on the very individual that got a verbal victory over her. It was surprising how much of a grudge she could hold- but then again the Chaos Karma Dragon still hated Ddraig's guts with a passion.

It was Rivezim's reaction that got me partially confused.

The man was staring at the scene with an absurd degree of interest. But I couldn't perceive anything malicious about it. In fact the goofy smile plastered on his as he started to eat the pop corn he had conjured through magic was enough to give me a temporary confused frown as I glanced at him.

"But I asked 'what' and not 'who'," Kimiko retorted quietly, some irritation dripping off her words. "Why did you tell me your name?"

Ophis blinked. "I'm sorry… what?"

"What are you? I asked you about your species."

...Now I was losing the argument pressed on by my familiar. While at first I could've understood her reasoning over the question she had forwarded… the same was impossible for me by the very reason this question existed.

Why was Kimiko having trouble understanding that the being in front of her was a fellow Dragon? She was able to do that with Ddraig, and more recently with Albion, so why was she having issues now with Ophis?

"I'm a Dragon. I'm Ouroboros."

The proclamation struck some dread in our newest partner. While Kurenai had long perceived that this little girl wasn't actually a little girl, the revelation finalized the realization of what threat we were facing.

"No," Kimiko refused flatly. "You're not."

"I'm Ophis, I'm infinite-"

"You're not a dragon."

If before I had felt confused about the fiery girl's comments, now I was having a difficult time understanding what was going on.

"Kimiko. Ophis is a Dragon-"

"She's not, Papa!" The familiar interrupted again, but this time the certainty in her tone made me pause in pressing on with this point. "In fact, I think her scent is unique, unnatural, and… weird."

"Hey kid, what's your cute familiar saying?" Rizevim half-shouted from his chair, his voice slightly muffed by the food in his mouth. He looked a little bit irritated, but I guess it had to do with the fact that it felt more of a one-sided conversation with the fact that Kimiko's speech was in her Draconic form.

I was tempted to not say anything about it, just out of spite against our current enemy, but I was so mesmerized by the absurd development that I felt the need to bring up this news to the others.

"Kimiko is saying that… Ophis isn't a dragon."

The repetition got a minor frown from the dark-haired girl. "I'm a dragon."

"You're not. In fact, I bet you don't have wings to back it up!"

Instead of responding to that through words, Ophis went ahead and materialized a pair of dark-purplish wings behind her back. They looked quite draconic to me… but Kimiko was hardly impressed by the display.

"I didn't ask if you could materialize those. I asked you if you had a pair of wings."

"What's the difference?" The goth girl inquired. But it was annoyance in her tone, but a surprising amount of interest over the matter.

"Well, I've wings. Those are my wings. If I created wings, those wouldn't be the same as mine."

The logic was childish and fairly simple… but with that explanation Kimiko had unwittingly opened a box of Pandora with these words.

I almost tensed up as I realized what the familiar was implying and my jaws almost dropped when I took a moment to refine this suspicions in a genuine theory. It was a possibility. A strong one to booth.

"You're not a Dragon," I muttered with a quiet sureness.

"I'm not?" Ophis asked again, once again lacking any irritation at that assumption. I was almost certain that she was actually fascinated by the topic. "But why?"

"You were Ophis from the beginning. But did someone bestow you with the other titles?"

There was a pregnant silence after that, and I thought that I had don' goofed with that inquire.

But I was quickly regaled with a nod by Ophis- "Yes." -And everything started to make an insane amount of sense as I delved further in the rabbit's hole that Kimiko had thrown me into.

"Hekishoku," Vali called with a tense but confused tone. "What are you talking about?"

Indeed, what am I referring to? What I was doing in that moment?

"While Ophis is considered the 'Infinity Dragon', it would be a lie to say that she is a Dragon by common traits associated with Dragons," I reasoned with a nod. "Her very essence, infinity, is given form within the entity in front of us. She is capable of thinking and feeling like a sentient being out of perfect mimicry. I would even dare to say that she managed to create her own emotions and feeling out of a pure mashup of preferred traits-"

"Boo-oring!" Rizevim interrupted me with a dull voice. "Just answer the damn question, boy- why isn't she the cute Dragon I thought her being?"

I was ready to retort it with a foul word, but my attention swiftly returned on Ophis as I felt her tiny hands reaching from my shirt and grasping quite tightly at it. She missed clawing some of my flesh too just by a bit.

"Why?"

A simple question which forced me to bring forth wagon-load of endless messes. Goddammit, why didn't Azazel pick up the phone for this occasion instead of sending us here?

"Your conception within existence isn't that much different from Dragons," I stated with some nervousness. "It isn't know when exactly, or where within the gap between dimensions you hail from, but you were born through the concentration of a large quantity of energy. An infinite amount, we can say."

I paused for a moment, thinking a little more about my theory, but I soon got hold of it as a possible truth to the situation.

"You were purely made by infinity itself given form, with no emotions, no soul, and no true material formation," I finally continued. "But then Great Red was banished within your 'home' and… something much greater stemmed from that event. The rules of this world bleed right into your domain."

"Rules?" Ophis mused with a frown. "What rules?"

"Up until Great Red's arrival, your home was a pure form of controlled anarchy. No logic, no reason- just mere existence," I answered readily. "When Great Red was banished in there, his mere presence exerted the relentless force that are the rules of this world's nature. And that not only changed your home, but also… you."

"I think I see what you're talking about, boy?" Rizevim quipped with a giddy look. "She wasn't initially a Dragon, but she was slowly turned into one when the Big Red Douche was yeeted at her sleeping nest."

"I think so." I nodded, grimacing at the fact I was meant to agree at the greater moron. "This would explain why she was able to develop emotions, a proper soul, and be considered a Dragon by a large majority of other individuals. She… she made the prime elements of what makes a dragon such by 'learning' from Great Red. She has similar abilities, a similar energy pattern… but she lacks a proper scent to be deemed by dragon focusing their perceptions of beings through smell. Which is why Kimiko was unable to perceive you as one of her kind."

"But I am," Ophis muttered, turning her stare up at me and… I saw her blank look softening to a cutely confused look. "Right?"

"You are a Dragon, but not a textbook one- or a natural one to make things clearer," I replied and she nodded.

"Kid, why was this important to begin with if she's still a Dragon in the end of the day?" Rizevim shouted again, his smile still there as he addressed me. "Not gonna lie, I sense an A-grade BS with this. I bet it was all for some distraction, but still- kudos for your little familiar for making us all lost time."

"Actually… there is something interesting about this logic," I shot back with a glare, resuming my glance at Ophis. "It means that whenever or not you end up succeeding in removing Great Red from your home, you would still be unable to find peace. Your body, differently from your mind, is already accustomed to this world. If you ended up returning to your home without any other intrusions, you would never find the peace you're seeking."

…

"Oh."

Her shoulders sagged a little. Quite the 'strong reaction' considering how restrained she was on a usual basis… but then again, Ophis based her entire life's mission on returning back to her dimensional gap. What I just told her had to have been worse than any bad news she had expected to hear.

Before I could've continued, and maybe tried to lessen up the sadness growing in her face, I noticed Rizevim standing up from his chair and sighing.

"Ophis, return to base. We need to talk about this-"

The Dragon didn't even question the sudden command, almost teleporting away eagerly after hearing it.

Leaving just the Super-Devil to deal with and… he looked absolutely miffed. I patted at Kimiko's head, whispering her to go for now as I knew things were going to get tense once more. She complied, leaving me to face the serious ramification of that conversation.

"Ya know, I really didn't want this visit one that would drive me angry but… you ruins things. Again," The Lucifer stated with an irked tone. "You- You really are as annoying as I remember you being. Even back then you were like this."

Again?

Before I had the chance to inquire, I saw him rush at me and slam a quick but powerful kick on my chest. I felt my lungs forced to eject all the air within those before I was sent soaring at the small cemented cubicle that led to the flight of stairs to the roof, and by the reinforced door near the entrance.

Coughing at the sudden impact, my sight was slightly off but I glanced as Rizevim easily dealt with Kurenai by slamming a punch on her masked face. The strike cracked at her mask, but it did resist the shock. The young woman wobbled a little before actually collapsing at the sudden concussion.

Vali was the one that lasted a little longer compared to us. The grandson of the huge douche materialized his Balance Breaker at once, ditching the little disguise for the sake of trying to match up with Rizevim's superior abilities.

It was a temporary reprieve for the young man, since he was quickly forced out of his Armor before he could use Divide on his grandfather because of his opponent's Sacred Gear Canceller.

Two punches and Vali was unconscious too. An unceremonious way to go out considering his fiery personality, but there wasn't much to do at that sudden onslaught. I stood up, preparing to jump off the building and get myself in a better environment to act against the clearly stronger Devil. I didn't stood a chance in facing Rizevim with these odds and from what I could see the man was aiming right at me.

I needed to move fast… But my body didn't have the means to go through with that simple plan.

Just as I made the first step toward the closest edge of the building, I felt a punch drilling on my stomach and slamming me on the wall behind me. He had moved so quickly that I had barely noticed him approaching.

A groan left my lips as I held up only because of the pressure exerted by his first, still pressing me onto the cracked wall.

"And now, onto my real target," Rizevim commented mirthfully. "The one that got my attention and my interest. The possible candidate for something amusing."

"W-What-"

I didn't have the chance of asking as I was lifted up by choke-hold. The man then drew another punch in my guts and I gasped in utter pain. My consciousness flickering in and out at that quick-paced activity.

That wasn't something I was prepared to suffer through and his attacks were far stronger than anything I had dealt with up until now. Which was quite an achievement considering that I had already tanked a full-powered punch from Azazel during the time I was training under him.

It was painful back then and one of the most excruciating things I had to go through with during the early bits of my stay in Grigori. But this? This was by far the worst.

"Hekishoku. A simple wizard from Grigori. I wish to just say that 'yer a wizard, Heki' but then we would enter in another can of worms I don't wish to drag along. So, you messed up with our operations in Kyoto, and then created divisions within the Hero Faction by attacking a meeting while also making little Cao Cao crap his pant by stealing his shiny stick," He listed dully. "One would think that you're just one lucky son of a gun that got handed some pretty victory and medals, but I know better than just pass this kind of situations as mere coincidences."

What was he talking about?

My brain was getting blanker the more I tried to keep up with this much information, and the chocking was further depriving me of any much-needed air. I really needed to do something about this, or else I was going to die like this.

"I thought it impossible early on because of how stupid it sounded like. You see, I had this hunch. One that I hadn't felt in the last few ages and… the more I thought about it, the more I knew that I needed to check on it personally," Rizevim continued with a sigh, his eyes narrowing at me with utter fascination. "Getting a mission to drive you out to the open took me… about a nagging or two at silly Shalba. The guy can eat so much shit as much as he sprouted and… he conceded me a chance~."

I tried to materialize some Silver Linings behind the distracted Lucifer, but my attempt was foiled as he lifted me above his head and… then slammed me down on the floor face-first.

My entire body creaked in pain at the sudden reaction, my groans muffled by a loud 'tsk' coming from the Super-Devil as he picked me up by the left leg and threw me further away from his sight.

I rolled by the ground, scrapping my clothes a little but I still stopped after slamming near the edge, taking in all the momentum conserved in that sudden and quick flight.

"I had to wait a lot for this conversation to happen. Like really- this kind of replies you're throwing back at me are worse than when I first got rickrolled. Stupid troll paid miserably when I visited his home..." The silver-haired Devil pointed out even more irritated, shaking his head as he returned back on track and away from the shady retaliation he had committed against a fellow internet dweller. "As I was saying, I needed to see in person if you truly weren't him. Or maybe you were and I was just being delusional about it."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "I was elated to see you again. Even with that stupid mask, your posture and your essence is still the same as before."

I tried to crawl away, blood dripping off from my clothes as I tried to get off from the building- and contact Azazel. We needed help- NOW!

"Your strutting, your confidence, your friendliness- jeez, to think that I would get this much nostalgic from just seeing you-"

"Your fight is with me, Devil!" A loud feminine voice roared. Tiamat jumped in action, rushing at the uncaring back of the Lucifer-

Only to be slammed away from him with a single jab. The human form of the dragon rolled away, stopping close to where Ingvild was. The girl rushed at the older female, but there wasn't much to do with how weakened we all were against the Devil.

It was insane that Rizevim was managing to trash everyone with this much ease. Tiamat might not be neither Albion nor Ddraig, but she wasn't to be a pushover against someone like the silver-haired bastard.

"No interruptions!" Rizevim proclaimed fiercely. "This is between him and me. Kind of private, can't you see?"

Scoffing, he returned his attention on me. I was so close to get to the edge, I just needed to push my legs and the rest of my body, and catch myself with some Silver Linings.

My hopes were crushed when Rizevim crouched down and lifted me up by my cloak.

"But you aren't like that. I can tell from the way you're sucking against me. You were far more complicated to even graze back then," The man ranted even more. "You're… weaker. Dumber, I would even dare to say. Did you forget to hit the gym or something like that?"

"W-What the fuck?"

He nodded. "Indeed, what the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you like this- why are you back like this?!"

The last question was delivered with true anger. Whatever was enabling the Super-Devil in offering me the Super-Beating had to do with some resemblance I had with someone else he once knew.

Someone that had perhaps died. Or someone that had gone silent for a long time.

"WHY NOW?! WHY NOT BEFORE THAN NOW! WHY WHEN WE ARE ALL SPLIT AWAY!"

He drew a punch on my guts, I coughed blood on my mask.

"Why?!"

Another punch.

"WHY?!"

Again.

"WHYWHYWHY?!"

He was relentless with his punches and my vision was half-gone at this point. This was bad- no, this was possibly the worst circumstance ever. Period.

Red liquid was pouring freely by the lower opening between the mask and my chin, Rizevim looking rather uncaring of the sight and keeping a fierce glare at me.

"You left us. You left us to suffer your burdens- without telling anything to anyone," The silver-haired Devil harshly added. "You should be apologize to me. You should apologize to those you lied to."

"F-Fuck you," I almost vomited as I said that. My body wasn't in a good shape to react- to use magic or even crawl away once more. I was too tired, too bruised, too weakened to even think about a way to get out of this alive. I was screwed- we were all screwed.

And I knew that it was somehow my fault.

Maybe Rizevim was accusing me of something connected to the reason that took me in there? Maybe he was just gone crazy at the possibility I was someone beyond this dimension and knowing of his family's plight.

No.

I blinked. That last voice… it wasn't mine. And it wasn't a thought from my drained brain.

W-What?

This… this is not your fault. Consider it mine to solve.

Who are you-

Not important. Your friends… they are in danger. I will take over from this point until everything is clear.

I couldn't do much about it, and I saw Rizevim frown as a silver blur suddenly cut through his arms. He was 'forced' to drop me and, instead of crumbling on the floor like the close-to-death corpse that I was, I somehow managed to stand up and… guarded.

The lightsaber traced a little around before it took another swing at the surprised Devil. Differently from before, the Lucifer actually jumped back and away from the approaching attack.

Despite the wounds, he managed to chuckle at this counter. "Ah, 'tis but just a scratch!"

I believed him, but I wasn't exactly the one moving my body. Whoever was acting in my stead, he wasn't planning to stay idle with this advantage, and he pressed onward.

"Good. I'm feeling rather aggravated and I'm in need of more stress-relief." My voice felt deeper, smoother. Almost pompous, but just a touch noble-like. Quite the change… but not by much from the original model.

Another chuckle, this time Rizevim started to move a little faster than before. Electricity shot through his left palm and into me, but the light-based sword easily deflected the bolt away as 'I' advanced.

My legs burned, and the strain forced me to groan.

Almost forgot how bad your shape is. I will be more careful, don't worry.

Who are you?!

He didn't reply, and I was forced in the backseat as the battle intensified. I never moved this quickly, the strain of this inhuman pacing actually taking a greater toll on my poor body.

But it was working. Rizevim was swiftly forced in a more defensive standing as 'my attacks' determinedly interrupted his efforts of building up more magic.

The main defense and offense of a Devil was their magic. While many favored swords and physical attacks, their magic was possibly the best available in terms of self-limits.

Their spells could be developed through sheer imagination and creativity, making it a wet dream for any of those Helldwellers that were in any way interested in replicating some Anime moves.

I really would dig having a Kamehameha or a Big Bang Attack right now.

"N-Now that's more like it," The Super-Devil croaked through the pain. "This- This is finally a step in the right direction."

"More like a leap. I guess you're starting to get confused by your continuing bloodloss."

"Oh, that?" He hummed happily. "I think I'm still far from actually getting that much high on adrenaline. By the way, are you still the same or-"

"That's highly debatable. Are you asking if you're fighting whom you would like to fight?" 'I' inquired calmly. "Or perhaps are you worried I might reveal the good ol' wooden paddle and punish you for the fooleries you're responsible for?"

Surprisingly enough, the dangerous opponent tensed up and flinched at the infantile threat.

"You- You're back-"

"Technically, I've never left." A sigh, then another wild swing at Rizevim. "There are many issues about it, and I can't explain. But I guess you found the diary and know a little more than this than your brother and sister."

"So it was your diary! Does that mean that the stuff you did with-"

"Don't finish that sentence. It's rude to speak about other's laundry, even thought this is all within family."

What?

Be quiet, I need to focus on this.

You're playing with him? Who are you?

Once again, I was greeted with silence as the battle intensified more and more.

Sparks erupted as the lightsaber clashed with a Dark-colored spear created by Rizevim. The Super-Devil proved to be proficient with the bladed weapon, but my 'possession' seemed to be masterful in swordsmanship too.

I felt dread as I saw one of the latest clashes end with the horrible sight of the trusty blade that I had been using for some time now getting annihilated by the clearly-stronger blade.

"Ah, I got you!"

"Not truly," 'I' retorted politely, diving down and dodging a wild swing in my general direction. I felt something getting pulled out of my pockets and carefully nestled in my right hand. A punch slammed onto Rizevim's face, but while the attack offered no damage on the untouched visage, it successfully managed to pull of quite the trick.

The Super-Devil smiled at the lack of pain, but he swiftly regretted it when he noticed that his mouth had been filled with the saber's former batteries.

A powerful explosion ensued, and I rolled away from the blast much to my relief and constant pain at getting more stress put on my aching.

There was some silence, then a chuckle. I would've frowned at the situation, but my current face sported nothing else but an impassive scowl directed at the barely damaged Rizevim. He looked so much drained too, but he was far from being dangerously close to death.

The man merely smiled, slowly tumbling backward and towards the edge of the building.

"This is so going on my favorite blog," He chuckled happily, his now-regenerated arms spreading fully at his own words. "The world is sure not ready-"

He finally tripped off the edge, but he fell right onto a magical seal he had created.

"For the king is back, baby!"

A blinding light followed as the seal entered in action and… I fell on my knees.

Finally I could feel the strain and… I was back in control. I breathed with a raspy pace, my stare directed at the ground as I assessed the situation.

What the fuck was that?

…

Hello? I know that you're still here!

…

You son of a-

"Papa!"

My irritation dimmed as I was assaulted by an adorable headbutt. Kimiko was back on my shirt, but instead of her strong or happy self, I saw tears flowing from her big eyes.

"Kimi..."

I couldn't finish that sentence, my throat too exhausted to let out too much of a gurgled noise. The little Sprite Dragon tried to keep me awake and I could feel through the numbing cold that she was trying so by biting my chin under the mask.

My ears caught some muffled footsteps approaching and I could barely recognize the figures crouching down beside me.

"He is still-"

"Ingvild, the mask."

I felt someone panicking over the cover, but I was too drained to worry about it. Soon I was able to look properly at the two women, with the youngest close to tears herself as she carefully started to filter out her energy in a healing spell.

It wasn't much, but I could feel the inner bleeding stabilizing a little at the warmth sensation.

"He-Heki-"

"I'm… fine."

"You're not," Tiamat rebuked quietly. "You shouldn't talk."

I snorted. I really didn't have much of a choice in that matter.

Carefully looking away from the two, I returned back to Kimiko. The Sprite Dragon had taken to lie on her belly right by my neck, nuzzling closely while chirping with a frightened tone.

I carefully lifted my right hand and started to carefully rub at her nose. She pressed on the fingers, nuzzling those too and I felt my consciousness waver even more.

Truly a crappy situation to be subjected to.

I was tired. And hungry. I think I was bleeding a lot and… my eyesight was getting more and more blurry the more time passed.

Ingvild was constantly asking me to keep awake, to not shut my eyes even for once.

I held as much as I could and… finally the cavalry arrived.

Someone landed right on the roof, and I noticed the familiar mug of a certain Fallen Angel glancing at me as he approached towards us. He glanced around, eyeing the unconscious but alive forms of both Kurenai and Sougyoku, but he ultimately settled his gaze upon me.

"Lo and behold, you survived an encounter with Lucifer's eldest son. How are you doing, Hekishoku-chan?"

I frowned at Azazel, the man handing a familiar small vial at the young Leviathan. I downed the content of the phoenix's tear down without hesitation and I felt my body recover from the deadly conditions I had suffered at that point… except that my mind was still drained.

"You're out of danger zone. I suggest you get some rest now since you and your buddies will get some report-signing once we're done cleaning up," The leader of Grigori stated, he turned around ready to leave… but then paused to glance once more at me. "By the way, you held your ground with Rizevim- that's not a simple deed. Perhaps I will consider a promotion or two."

I gave a solid nod and he smiled at me as I carefully fell asleep, true relief washing over me as I felt my mask finally returned onto my face by a relieved Ingvild.

I wonder what will happen from now on that things have taken such a strange turn.

But while I had expected a pleasant sleepless rest…

Someone had other plans waiting for me. It's about time for some tea after all~!

AN

So much to say, so much to do- And I'm not keeping up with the lyrics of that song or I get swatted by All Stars, YouTube Bots, and Ricardo.

Quickly, about Ophis: Summarizing what was told up above, I brought up the fact that while Ophis is indeed someone worth to consider a Dragon, she wasn't a dragon originally. Also, I think that the more time she spent in this dimension, the more her body adapted to a point where emotions, thoughts and soul developed within her state of purity. It's complicated to dabble too much in that kind of theoretical, but think about this. She was born in a Dimensional Gap, away from DxD and other dimensions that would influence her creation and state of being… except when Great Red came around and 'corrupted' the rules within the Gap.

Rizevim is… incredibly murderous, but memely so: What a drag to write a professional meme-lord without actually diving for my own meme powers. It's been far too long since I made use of my unholy powers after all. And I guess I've left plenty of hints about what is going on with Hoitsu, and about a little twist over the Lucifer/Morningstar's family. Something is taken from the first draft, but I added a bigger twist than many expect compared to it. Have fun discovering what, who and why.

Someone still skimmered last chapter: Kurenai's Secret Identity is a certain villain the MC has already fought against. It's a woman, and a Fallen Angel… please don't ask for more hints than that.

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