Ffs danzy another one?
Yeh. Last one has a heavy plot, this one is more lighthearted and fluffy-like, though still with a plot. Focusing on underused characters from the canon dxd like Sera and Tiamat among a slew of others. Harem? Honestly i have no idea. Probably not a big oane, but we'll see how the story writes itself
A Tale of Flame and Frost
[Prologue]
||The Special One||
Serafall Leviathan.
Originally Serafall Sitri, heiress of House Sitri, one of the remaining Pillars that had founded the Underworld Empire, whose main defining trait was their expertise over water Elemental Magic. As it had been since the first Sitri, at least until Serafall was born.
To claim everybody is born equal, would be a severe misconception and a sign of a deluded mind.
Serafall was born unique.
As did Sirzechs, Ajuka, and Falbium, all of which had become prominent figures of the Underworld Empire, donning the highest honor that could be bestowed to a Devil. The rank of Satan, as well as the name of the four original rulers of the empire. But highest honor didn't mean the Satans held the highest position in Hell. Prior to making decisions, they would discuss the matters with the High Council, represented by each Lord or Lady from the 32 Houses, who would then bring the matter to the Great King himself. Zekram Bael.
The true leader of the Empire.
The four Great Satans were simply glorified figureheads to win the hearts of the people and calm them in a time of need. That being said, the Satans were more than aware than to question the decision made by Zekram the Wise. When the original Satans died, he was the Devil who ensured the history of the Devils did not meet their end right there.
A great leader and a dutiful Devil. Serafall was more than glad to give this man a great big hug fitting a Great King. To the Satans, he was their second father. And to him, they were his children. In return, the current Satans willingly devoted themselves to the Underworld Empire, maintaining and increasing its prosperity while looking for opportunities to better increase their stature among the growing supernatural world.
And Serafall Leviathan happened to be in charge of Foreign Affairs.
Yes she was the brightest and the most talkative compared to the three other Great Satans, sometimes treated like their own bratty little sister in their (very rare) off time, but that didn't necessarily mean Serafall automatically fond of seeing new places and meeting new people.
She could read them, see what they wanted and make use of it for the betterment of the Underworld or herself, but that didn't mean she enjoyed being with people. Especially around the snobbish nobles and their upstuck sons and daughters, drinking expensive wine while holding their chin up, probably eating some pretentious fruit like an apple or a pear coated in edible golden wrapping.
If it wasn't for her duty, she would have eaten her own foot and pretended to be a paraplegic just so she didn't have to attend any of these social gatherings of the snobbish and smuggish.
No. Screw that.
She would very much rather stay here in her bedchamber, surrounded by fluffy pillows and warm scarlet blankets, dressed lightly in her transparent black nightwear, occasionally browsing through the family's photo gallery and gush about how extremely cute and sweet and needy her baby sister was, then proceeding to be saddened at how cold and distant Sona had become.
Still extremely cute though. Especially when she broke her anger limit and the scoldings transformed into swelled up cheeks and quivering lips.
But there was no photo book this time. Just her, and the only person in the world who had managed to do the impossible twice. First, he made her curious. He was a personal bodyguard from an envoy sent by the Grauzauberer, or for people who didn't want to twist their tongue -like Serafall herself- the Grey Wizards. Here to attend an annual meeting regarding the current situation of the magical world. Typical boring formality stuff unless something exciting did happen.
But how did he manage to make her curious?
Not because he became the youngest Magician of the Grey Wizards. And not because he reached the rank of Archwizard at the age of 20. Not because he had been born with a unique gift yet still cajole himself in Hell more. For now at least. Not because he could talk his way out of a Dragon King's rage and even convinced her to take side with the Devils.
But because he beat her in her own game.
She thought she had him, but no, he made her his fool.
The Satan who could turn a whole battlefield into ice, thawed and melted and turned into a puddle by a mere human mage, with warm words and even hotter tongue.
She remembered that time. How humiliating it felt at first, and how terribly embarrassingly quick her heart fell for him even though she knew better than to include personal feelings into her job.
"What's up with the smile?" A voice came from beside her, the ever-so-slightly supercilious, sensuous and insistent and smooth that she wanted to shut him up with her own lips. His casual tone was a telltale sign that he knew the answer already, and was just teasing her that he knew. "You're creeping me out."
She was used to his offhanded statement. Still, somehow, it made her giggle. She blamed it on his magic.
Still flat on her belly and not yet looking at him, Serafall spoke, "Do you remember that game? That night?"
"The one where I had you beat?" The Magician said with a taunting snigger. "Not really, no."
"I, Serafall Leviathan, demand a rematch."
Serafall flipped herself over. A challenging smile on her face and a hint of a red blush on her fair cheeks as she expected him to jump away in surprise, instead of keeping his head in the same place, unmoving, with the same exact smug smile he had when he knew he won the game.
He quirked his left eyebrows. She didn't know whether it had any magic on it, because whenever she tried to lift just one eyebrow, the other one wouldn't stay put.
"That's one convoluted way to say 'I want to be fingered and edged'."
Serafall struggled to keep her taunting smile from breaking. How he could say lewd things without dropping his poker face was beyond her. Wait, not really. He was a pervert.
And he made her into one, sadly. A bad influence, this young man of twenty-one was.
"You're not winning this time, Hyoudou."
Serafall smiled, pushing him into his back and quickly settling herself on top of him, legs placed to the side of his stomach and her hands on top of his chest. He was not muscularly bulky like Sairaorg Bael, but the strength was clearly here, and the shadows cast by his muscles were starting to draw impure notions from her mind.
Not that some weren't already there to begin with.
"Can I really lose if it's a win-win scenario for me?" He said. Always with the quick wit. Always with the right words to say to make her smile a little bit wider and a little bit sillier. "But sure. It's your world. I'm just living in it."
'You are my world,' Serafall wanted to say, but kept it for herself because of how nauseatingly cheesy that line was after giving it a second thought. Instead, she snaked her arms over his chest, curling around his neck as she leaned down, closing the distance between their faces, and gave him a grin.
"If I win, you'll be mine and mine alone."
"And if I lose? You'll be mine and mine alone?"
"Mmmm… sure!"
"Explain how that works when you already are."
With a brave statement that threw her off guard and escalated her heart beat, he pushed his body and hers. Now he was back on top of her. Again. And his leg was pushed between her thighs. Again.
"Normally when people want something, they won't want what they already have," he said with a tiny smile that didn't reach his sharp brown eyes. She had wondered to herself once, about how different he looked before he reached his twenties.
His long brown hair was now well-kept to not brush his eyebrows. The two tiny 'tails' were cut off, and the spiky back part was shortened, reducing the sharp points and the youthfulness, replaced by a simple haircut that befitted his age. His eyes were much bigger then, almost screaming the naivety and the simpleminded idealism of a teenage boy. Now they were narrowed and sharpened like a hawk, as if a testament to how he had grown from an obnoxious wide-eyed idealist to a young man with hidden intentions and calculating mind.
Before his eyes might spark wonderment and energy, now they carried more warmth than excitement, though they excited her still. Like a soundly burning fireplace reeling her in to linger and keep herself warm, content while the cold world turned to ice.
The years of maturity had treated Hyoudou Issei well.
Serafall swallowed, aware of her defeat even before the game had started.
"...Well?" He taunted her, knocking her conscious as he lifted both her hands above her head, and held them in place with one hand. "What's my prize if I win, Satan Leviathan of Foreign Affairs? A strange sea you're swimming in, not gonna lie."
"I don't swim here… ah…" a moan broke away her lips, breaking her sentence as Issei nipped her neck, sending tiny jolts of electricity down to her body. "...because I want to, alright… mmh…"
"Mmm. Duty, is it?" his hum traveled through her neck, running down the valley of her breasts, across the plains of her stomach, and stayed there in her loins. She might be an expert at reading people, but Issei was an expert at causing a reaction. Be it through his words or his actions, people reacted to it, and depending on how they reacted, he reacted accordingly.
"Yep… Duty." Serafall breathed, her chest rising as one warm hand traveled underneath her nightgown, peeling the thin fabric separating his chest against hers. Where boys would have gone straight for the breasts, Issei would make her plea for it first, tucking his finger underneath a lump of fat that boys and men idolized and lusted for, and he traced the shape of her breast with his fingertips.
"Come on… do your duty…"
"There's nothing in our Contract that specifies any of this as a part of my duty," he whispered under her ear, still ravaging her neck with his kisses, causing bruises that she would have to cover with makeup later on. Not that she minded.
"Who cares about the Contract…" she groaned, huffing, moving her legs to grind herself against his thigh, feeling its heat, feeling her wetness that was starting to roll down onto her own thighs. "You know you want me, Hyoudou… and here I am, waiting. You'll stop teasing me soon… mmnh… and cave in…to your...desires…."
"So you are," he said, breathing without difficulty unlike her who had to manage being interrupted by her moans or gasps or both. "And so you thought."
"We're not thinkers... We're doers..." Serafall rasped, closing her eyes and craning her head up to let him do as he pleased with the defenseless skin of her neck. "Mnh… and I order you to do me."
No witty remarks this time, but she could hear his smug lopsided smile taking form.
"Quit smiling and obey your King."
"I'm my own king."
Sad but true, but that was what made him so wanted. He had beat her into forming a Magician Contract with her, causing his prestige to skyrocket and thus granting him the recognition and the title of an Archwizard, freeing him from having to spend more time studying under the Grey Wizards. What was there to learn when he shared the same rank as those who were meant to teach him?
Wisdom, perhaps, but Issei preferred to shape his own wisdom by absorbing the world around him.
Whereas if he had lost, he would have been her Bishop, and Serafall would be a very content Devil without things she couldn't get.
The thing is, he's never lost to her.
Serafall frowned when Issei left her neck alone, her hands still bound by his, but yelped when he pressed his lips around her nipple. She felt the smooth texture of the fabric grinding against her nub, felt his hot red tongue pushing down on her breast, and felt her nipple hardening with each flick and tease and suck.
He was being painfully slow, gentle, and he knew she didn't like it.
If it wasn't for her challenge earlier, her hips would already be bouncing against his thighs, and she wouldn't have to be tortured this cruelly, squirming under the Magician once again for the umpteenth time in her life as a Devil.
With shameful desperation, Serafall grinded herself faster and pressed harder onto him, feeling his boxer brief and trying to find the bulge. But he took himself off of her, freeing her hands from his grip as he had plans for his own hands.
Perhaps with too much eagerness, the Leviathan spread her legs and wrapped them back up around his shoulders, already having an idea of what he was planning to do next to her. Not many times she was able to sniff out his plans, but even if she did, it still caught her by surprise sometimes.
This was not one of those times, but it pleased her still.
A shot of pleasure shuddered her as she felt his hot tongue inside of her, and then outside, licking her clit and drawing circles with it, toying with her as he so wished, tearing out louder gasps and lewder moans that echoed within her bedroom.
Serafall Arched her body forward, running her fingers across his brown locks, pressing him into her as he fucked her with his tongue and fingers. The purple sheets beneath her were becoming damp as they were soaking in her love juice mixed with his saliva, along with the droplets of sweat melting from her body.
She shuddered violently, her mind blanked, and she groaned loudly as her carnal desire was sated. Her climaxing was just the cherry on top of her sweet loss.
"Ha… mnnhh...nngh...ghah… Well… we'll… we'll call it a draw…" Serafall breathed, breathless still, but Issei didn't stop there.
"Hey wait… what're y— a-aah..." Two fingers. "Hyoudou… what… what are you doing?"
"You, obviously."
"I just came—!" Serafall pleaded, grasping his left arm as he continued on fingering her, roughly, while the other arm snaked around her back to pull her closer. "N-not so rough— mmh!"
He shut her with his mouth, and pried her lips open with his tongue, muffling her gasps and moans as embarrassingly wet noises came from her embarrassingly wet pussy. Serafall writhed, and it didn't take her long to tense and spasm, her walls tightening and contracting around his fingers, screaming a shaky moan into his mouth.
She collapsed in his arms, and Issei let her loose, grinning as she fell onto the bed, her face a sexy mess with her black hair glued by her sweat. Few strands had found their way to the side of her mouth, as Serafall Leviathan just laid there, heaving heavy hot breaths, her chest rising up then falling down rapidly, her body twitching as the ecstasy of being fingerfucked hadn't completely left her body.
It had never been a fair fight.
Ice was naturally weak to fire after all.
And Issei was not above fighting dirty.
He'd melted her so many times she had lost count, while he still scorched brightly, undamaged and unbothered, leaving permanent burn marks on her body and mind and heart. Serafall felt these marks blazed whenever he was around, and glowed dimly like embers whenever he wasn't. Whether he was out dealing with the Grey Wizards' wizardry business or other important matters that overruled his Contract with her.
Which was why she wanted him to become truly hers.
Not the other way around…
But Serafall found relief in her sexual satisfaction… for now.
"Fine…" she whispered, able to breathe without spasming anymore. "You win… now let's get on with it for real…" Serafall, despite her loss, was still able to smile confidently, baring her fangs as her slim fingers spread her lower lips, revealing its pretty pink color and its inviting warmth. "Fuck me, Ise."
But his brown eyes didn't travel down there, instead to his right, towards the door on the corner of the room, before he looked at her, and said, "I will. Just not right now, seems like."
Serafall wrinkled her nose, confused, but immediately understood why when she focused herself to detect whoever it was that was about to open her bedroom door and ruin her moment with the Archwizard.
After a few polite knocks, the former head of her former family's House spoke, "Satan Leviathan, we have received urgent news and a request from Satan Lucifer."
"Go away! I'm getting laid!" shouted Serafall, no longer exposing herself but instead crossing her hands over her healthy pair of perfectly perky breasts. "
"Been laid," Issei pointed out.
Serafall pouted. "It doesn't count if your dick hasn't been in me yet."
Issei gasped, shocked, taken aback. "The D-word. Lewd."
"You made me this way!"
"Excuse me," Grayfia Lucifuge invited herself and entered the room. Her steely silver eyes held no warmth in them, unemotionally cold, almost detached and uncaring at first glance. But there was a depth to her so few had access to it. A depth that of course, he managed to access, because Serafall knew those icy silvers had softened the moment they met his hazel embers.
A rival in a Civil War now a rival in another kind of war despite being her Queen.
" 'sup Loosh," Hyoudou Issei must be the only person in the entire supernatural world to be able to call Grayfia Lucifuge with an embarrassing nickname, and lived to tell the tale. "How ya doin'."
"M-Master Issei…" The Devil in the blue maid outfit and white apron stammered for a moment, immediately correcting herself at the very next second by sending an unveiled glare at her King, erasing every trace of gentleness in her eyes.
A smile curled on his lips. This should be fun.
"I was not informed of your presence in this domain… I would have welcomed you at the first notice of your arrival."
"Because I don't want you to know," Serafall openly admitted, raising her head to smug smile. "A King's business is a King's business."
"And in a game of chess, the Queen protects the King. Not a farfetched analogy to the standards of this world."
Serafall narrowed her eyes. "Except this King can move more than one square and can freeze the entire chess board and all of its pieces."
Grayfia didn't back down. "And yet here that King is, still in her first square, while the Queen tirelessly worked in keeping the King's place in shape."
Bright violets clashed against the dull silvers, as the room temperature plunged to an uncomfortable degree of coldness.
"Alright," a clap, "let's not start this yet," he asserted in a joking tone. The two Super Devils held their hostility on pause. "You've got news from The Zechs. Let's hear it out first before either of you freeze this room and potentially chase me out while I seek for a warmer place to coddle in."
Aware of his threat, Serafall hugged from behind, throwing herself on his exposed back and slinging her arms over like a Satan-sized backpack. Issei placed a hand on her left, squeezing her forearm in a sign of gentle affection. She cast an irritatingly smug, victorious smile at the Lucifuge's dithering glare, knowing that Grayfia -at least as long as she's in her 'Maid' mode- would sooner die than to forget her manners.
"Yeah, Grayfia," Serafall taunted, "what's Zechs deal this time?"
Grayfia remained composed, though inside, an urge to freeze the Satan with silver ice was being barely contained. "Satan Lucifer's Peerage has spotted a dangerous SS-ranked Stray Devil roaming within the Gremory territory."
Serafall bunched up her eyebrows. "Okay… and? Pretty sure he's in charge of Domestic Affairs and I'm the exact opposite of it. What do I have to do with this?"
"Satan Lucifer wishes for your assistance in order to handle the threat without the need of violence," Grayfia said like a robot. The very beautiful and stacked kind of automaton. "He believes that if you can request the help of your contracted Young Archwizard, he may resolve the situation peacefully."
Issei cocked his head and lifted an eyebrow, invested. Serafall, on the other hand, had a rare grim look on her face.
"He's not a tool everyone can just use anytime they please. If it was anyone but him I would have demanded his tongue be cut off, but this is Zechs…" Serafall muttered. "Why him? Any members of his Peerage are as capable in handling a Stray. He has Tannin as his Queen. Tannin's wise with words, so why not send him instead?"
"I'm afraid I am not in the position to question the order of a Satan. Satan Lucifer requested for your aid. Specifically Hyoudou Issei. The Stray Devil he mentioned is the Black Cat, Kuroka herself, whose murder of House Naberius' heir has been resolved as an act of self-defense. But sending a Devil, Reincarnated or not, will likely cause her to flee the scene or put lives at risk, thus being the reason behind his request for the Archwizardmage."
"Mmm. You Devils are just too eager to solve everything with violence. Rating Games and such. No wonder the supernatural leaders are wary of aligning themselves next to you."
"Heeeeey…" That jibe was meant for her. She returned by pouting then poking his cheek.
Grayfia was getting jealous, so she proceeded with the talk. "He believes if she is willing to cooperate and listen to reason, there will be no need for a severe punishment. Coincidentally, Kuroka is the sister of Lady Rias Gremory's current Rook."
"Koneko!" Serafall's violet eyes brightened, as did her mood. "Well that's just like him. Doing it to spare his little sister the trouble of consoling a traumatized kitten… But fine! As a fellow honorary member of the Little Sister Defense League, I'll allow it… As long as he agrees. So…" She moved her head next to his, stroking his clean shaven jawline as she asked, "You don't have to do it if you don't want to, Ise. I'd never force you to take unnecessary risks."
"Risk? What risk?" He asked in a made-up confused tone like the gadfly he was, hinting at his confidence that his success was already certain. "And refuse the almighty Crimson Satan request? Potentially harming my good standing with him and cause a minor rift between you and him? My, my, 'Ser a Fall', and I thought you'd know me better after these months."
"Promise you'll come back when you're done. And not run away without telling like you did last time."
"Duty called, Serafall," he said, using her own words against her. "Well. Lavinia called, sooo… Anyway. As I am a cat person myself… And I do like to meet this 'Nekoshou' and see for myself whether their feline ears are bigger than a Kyuubi's. How can I say no to that?"
Serafall felt a tingling sensation on her skin as the invisible threads of magic essences around her shifted, reeled in by the man in front of her as he cast a spell.
Issei Blinked from her embrace, appearing next to the bed, standing and already conjuring his usual set of outfit; unzipped grey coat with woolly silver fur lining that covered up to his hips, worn over a plain red shirt, casual black pants, and a set of brown shoes. Not the most grandiose of outfit, especially considering many Magicians of the Grey Wizards would have imprinted something like an emblem or an insignia to boast their highly-esteemed status in the supernatural world, the Archwizard's clothing was far less inconspicuous and plain.
It did suit him, though. But Serafall preferred him without any clothes.
Fitted his free spirit and his calm composure in spite of his lighthearted nature. A man who seemed like he had nothing to hide, but always looking for opportunities to uncover others' secrets by making them share it to him themselves. A dangerous man if his heart was in the wrong place, but his parents had raised him right.
She'd like to meet those retired Magicians, one day. And ask for a copy of their family photo gallery.
"Well then," he shoved his right hand into his coat's pocket, walking towards the maid. "Where's the cat?"
"You should be able to find her making her way back to the Familiar Forest. Last word from Satan Lucifer's scout is that she had made that place her temporary home. There is no telling if Kuroka will stay there for long."
"I won't take long," he said. But his confidence was backed up with myriads of Spells and his legendary silver tongue who had eased a raging Chaos Karma Dragon and came to terms with her.
The same who had eased her tumultuous heart, and won it fair and square.
Grayfia looked at him, the iciness in her cold grey eyes melting away as he stepped closer to her, halting his steps to stand next to her, and looked at her in her eyes, and gave her a quick smile.
"Must be good to see me again, hm Grayfia?"
"Your presence holds great value to the Underwo—" her grey eyes widened and her body stiffened as his knuckles caressed her cheek, turning rosy by the moment, and slid underneath her chin to tip her up, and gave her a quick yet tender kiss.
Her pent up anger dissolved, and it was only her duty that was forbidding her from throwing her body into him, or grip the collar of his jacket when his lips left hers, leaving her with the longing loneliness she would never have expected to feel if not for the young Magician.
"Also good to see you again. Maybe just admit it out loud next time," he said with a casual tone, patting her cheek lightly and then sauntering away to perform his task. "I'll see you girls layter. Haha geddit? 'Cause later on I'll lay with either of you… or both."
An appealing offer. Wouldn't be the first time either. Better to share him than not to have him at all. Powerful beings were a dime a dozen in this world, but Hyoudou Issei was born special and wasted none of his gifts, while remaining humble and able to joke at his own expense and not take himself or others too seriously. A rare enough thing. He was a special case deserving special treatment even from a Satan born special like her, because he was special to her.
"No fighting or I'll bring Tiamat here and see what'll happen… Probably start a bet," he muttered. "Oh and one last thing before I go…"
He lifted his hand, and grabbed her left breast, and gave it a good squeeze, eliciting a soft breathy moan from Grayfia's lips.
"G for Grayfia seems like," the Eromancer grinned, flashing a smirk as Grayfia remained in place, her eyes shying away instead of sending a dagger-like glare. "Welp. See you when I see you."
The two most powerful female Devils had their eyes glued to his grey coat as white light flashed when he Teleport himself away. They kept staring at the spot where he once was just a breath ago, hoping the happy-go-lucky Magician had forgotten something.
But Serafall knew he would return, and she had plopped back onto her bed while Grayfia was still standing in the same place, like a statue frozen by her own magic, missing him by the second he wasn't there.
Ah right, the second impossible thing he had done?
He thawed the Ice Queen's heart, while taking the King's.
To be continued...
Yeah, yeah. 'Oh no it's another OP pseudo-OC with 'Issei' as his name'. Which he might seem like at first glance. But no. He's powerful, but there's limitations to the amount of spells he knows and can cast within a day in order to keep him grounded. I also don't want to give him the Boosted Gear as that'll just make him broken. What makes him seem OP is because his brain isn't just to fill his head
As to how I have this Issei pictured in my mind… just look at the cover or google Izaya Orihara. Not that i watched durarara, but his face fits the bill
SO. What can I promise with this story…
First, a deeper dive into the Magician side of the dxd that's as shallow as a puddle on a McDonald's drive through, using DnD as the base. It's a wasted potential to just go with "magic go boom"
Second, a deeper look into the political system of the Devil Society. A lot of political intrigue that can't be solved with "BOOST" and BOOSTED SUPER LASER alone, because judging by the canon and its issues, Devils are a fucking mess. Diodora literally dicking around, illegal experiments being done to endangered species, usage of doping that is the "KING" piece — whatever that means
If that's not your cup of tea, then fine. But if you like to see life being breathed to the criminally underused and wasted female cast of dxd, then here it is.
Serafall is the prime example who you all know and love. Then Tiamat, Kiyome, Kuroka, Suzaku, Latia, Lavinia, Yasaka, Grayfia, Roygun, Ingvild, etc. etc. In no set order, btw. If you're tired of Rias and her group, well this one's for you.
In this chapter alone, you should be able to tell some of the girls he has an ongoing history with
You want good romantic development with good characters? Here you find good romance to inject you with diabetes for a year when i do my unannounced hiatus
Review, follow, you know the drill to keep this story alive
