Chapter 6 – Between Love & Duty
Sona Sitri sipped on her champagne, sharp stare never leaving the current leading center figures in the ballroom, namely the three people hailed as the new generation of The Unholy Trinity. Despite Ravel Phenex's rather snobbish boasting to anyone and everyone who wanted to hear it, everyone was clear on who exactly the star of the show was. Compared to existences such as the current Crown Prince of Underworld, the heir of a Great King, and the daughter of the most respected figure in Underworld, who had just revealed her might, what were the rest in comparison? Yes, Sona herself was aware of how inferior she was compared to these 3. By birth, she might be Iselia's aunt, technically her respected elder and Serafall Leviathan's most beloved sister. But even she couldn't compare to one of them.
Her eyes narrowed in the way Vali's arm possessively curled itself around Iselia's waist when one of the nobles crowded around them made no secret of his rather unscrupulous stare. Sona had never really wanted to admit it, not to anyone or even to herself, of the way she felt her heart skipped a painful beat whenever the Lucifer heir showed such care towards her niece. At first, she thought it was because Vali was the only boy their age who could trounce her on her own game and had regular interaction with. But as years passed and the more chance she had to spend time with others their age, she started to think differently. Previously, the Sitri heiress had a limited pool to compare him with, but now such was no longer the case.
For all his well-deserved facade of arrogance, Vali Lucifer had been a delight to talk with. Not only did he possess a devastatingly intelligent mind far surpassing her own, but he was also surprisingly a good listener. An unexpected trait, given who he was to the mass that was the Underworld community. One would think he didn't have the time to listen to anyone's problem or give anyone the time of the day to complain. It would make more sense for him to command or demand things from someone. Sona had never felt the need to complain to anyone about her troubles, not even Lia, who she thought had enough problems of her own. She had enough pride as an elder to not saddle her niece with her woes. But Vali had been different.
While scarce, there were times when Iselia hadn't been available when Sona made her weekly visits. The responsibility of entertaining guests of her standings fell onto his shoulder then, with Sairaorg Bael accompanying him at times. Most of the time, they spent their time playing chess or reading. It was during that time Sona discovered how perceptive Lucifer's descendant was and how patient. He hadn't pried or poked for an answer, merely providing enough distraction while giving her a mild gaze that spoke of understanding. As if he understood the pain of not being able to speak about one's trouble. And as they said, the rest was history.
It was gradual. She hadn't been able to help herself sometimes. First, it was about how she felt when she kept being compared to her sister. Then about the unreasonable expectations saddled upon their shoulders as the new generation. Of all the people, she thought he would be the person who understood the most, and she wasn't mistaken. It had been Vali Lucifer who had come up with the suggestion of having a potential suitor defeating her in an area she was most proficient at, a bid the council had approved when she gave them the reason Vali had helped her made. He had been nonchalant about it, unaware of the hope he kindled within her. Within her generation, he had been the only male who could defeat her in a match.
Had it been wrong to feel something for a person who was most well-matched to one's own needs?
He might also have been the reason she had trained so hard in a bid to reach at least his shadow. But had it worked? Why did it feel that instead of getting closer, the gap between them had grown further instead? As if an unsurpassable abyss had opened up in between them, of the two males sitting high up on a throne of their makings, one many tried desperately to reach, only to be shown the reality when their final companion, who had been passively watching in the sidelines showed them how far behind they all were? Was this perhaps the difference in terms of their bloodlines? That no matter how hard they tried, no one would ever reach the pinnacle that was the three?
But she had been born of the same womb as Serafall Leviathan. Would that not mean that she has the same potential? But why such a wide difference?
"Had you frown a little deeper, you might have been able to fill an entire glass of champagne on your brow." Someone drawled in a distinctive tone she was overly familiar with, a pair of golden eyes staring right a few inches in front of her.
"Wa-" Finding the distance unexpected, the Sitri Heiress hastily flailed back, almost tripping on her heels if not for the hand on her arm stopping her fall. She righted herself with a small embarrassed cough, taking a few more moments to take a deep breath while adjusting her glasses.
"Not that I am not grateful for the timely save, but what are you doing here Vali?"
Indeed, it was the silver-haired male himself who interrupted her inner musings. One must know that whenever Iselia Paimon was around, then you would find both Sairaorg Bael and Vali Lucifer somewhere within arm's reach of her. They were practically inseparable, which was why everyone was surprised when they separated a few years ago. But here he was, dressed impeccably in a formal suit with a color scheme similar to what His Majesty Paimon often donned, with some upside-down crosses emblazoned on some parts denoting his identity.
The teen tilted his head to a general direction where Sona had spotted her niece and Sairaorg a few moments ago with a nonchalant shrug.
"I grow tired of the boring and useless chatter, so I decided to take a break," Vali nodded in their general direction, "besides, Sai had little to no chance to spend time with Lia, might as well let him have his time." This was another thing she was overly confused about. Judging by what she knew of them, both Sairaorg Bael and Vali Lucifer were the ridiculously possessive type. So the fact that they weren't at each other throats for coveting the same person was strange. That was before she factored in Lord Ajuka into the mess. She had seen the way Lord Ajuka treated Iselia of the rare times she had the chance to witness it. Anyone with eyes would see how preciously he treated her.
"I see." No, she didn't see at all.
As if knowing what she was thinking, his golden gaze glimmered in amusement as he regarded her before they fell towards her back, where her flabbergasted and quiet as grave peerage members were staring in incomprehensiveness. The ravenette blinked in sudden remembrance as she turned her body slightly, gesturing towards her peerage.
"My apologies, let me introduce you to my peerage. Most of them you have met before, but my newest is Genshirou Saji, a pawn." Sona then turned to address her subordinates, gesturing to Vali this time. "All of you knew of Vali, but only one aspect of him. In the Underworld, however, he is known as Vali Lucifer. Unofficially the Crown Prince of our society. I trust all of you know what that means." Tsubaki was the first to recover from the staggering news, curtsying to show her respect.
"It is an honor to be officially introduced to you, Vali-sama." The rest of them followed after their Queen's example, some more nervous than the others as they felt the weight of hundreds of eyes upon them. She didn't blame them. There were always eyes watching wherever Vali went. The Prince's attention, however, was nailed on Saji.
"That should do. So you are in the same predicament as Rias, huh..." As her subordinates straightened themselves in confusion, Sona understood what Vali was implying, replying with a shrug of her own.
"It was my luck."
"Heh..." The silveret snickered, leaning against one of the many pillars dotting the vast room.
"Rias told me that you offer some advice before her match." As usual, whenever the chance struck, Sona was the first to open the conversation. There was never a time he dismissed her, an indication that the male might have found her not a boring conversation partner at the very least.
"Did she now? It seems like she didn't take my words fully into considerations then, for her to go so wholly unprepared and half-assing like this." They noted the way some within hearing range balking at his crude words. He wasn't known for filtering his words, always straightforward with his meaning and intentions. No one would dare to find fault with him, but the rest of them had to be more careful.
"Everyone would be unprepared and lacking effort compared to you," Sona muttered dryly, unable to help herself. Her conversation partner merely blinked, raising one brow at her in askance.
"What do you mean? Of course, I went into a fight fully prepared. Going without enough preparation or mustering enough effort to at least concentrate on your opponent is a death wish." Was he truly oblivious or just mocking people? Sona blinked in bewilderment.
"You... Vali, do you understand that the level you are standing on compared to a majority of us is different?"
The descendant of Lucifer paused, tilting his head slightly as he regarded her silently. It took everything she had not to fidget under his considering stare.
"It appears that you have some misconception about me." He finally relented, settling his gaze on where Rias' peerage was gathered. There was a moment of silence as he appeared to think about his words.
"It is no secret that I do respect strength. But you must be well aware that strength itself comes in many different forms," he intoned softly. "Strength can be power, perseverance, one's effort, or many other things." His golden gaze returned to her magenta. "The reason why I am dissatisfied with Rias and her peerage is not that they lack power," he added, crossing his arms and frowning in what seemed to be a disappointment, "but the fact that they have it, but expend not enough effort to use it to achieve their goal under some misguided misconceptions."
It took some time to digest the meaning of his words, but when she did...
"You meant to say that you don't think that we are weak?"
The male devil shot her a strange look, taking his sweet time to answer, no doubt thinking how to answer her question again. He did this a lot, she noted absent-mindedly, especially when he wanted to deliver something in a way that wouldn't sound so lackluster and lacking in impact. He was quite considerate in the strangest of ways. Vali himself might know that his words tended to be callous and straightforward, but he did take care to choose his words carefully when it counted.
"In terms of power, you are far below me," he admitted easily. She had to admit that his words stung greatly, but Sona didn't show it in her outward expression. "I find all of you lacking in comparison." He shifted minutely, humming softly as he caught sight of Sairaorg with Iselia smiling neutrally on his arm. "It doesn't mean you are weak in other aspects. For example, Sona, you are well-versed in tactics. Given enough time and information, you will be able to devise something to deal with me." His eyes narrowed sharply as he divided his attention to the interaction going on around two of his closest companions.
"I do not doubt that you will spare no effort to take me down if we ever ended up as each other's opponent. That is something worth respecting at the very least," he finished with a decisive nod. "Besides, I can tell that you have been working hard. The effort you spent is commendable judging by your improvement." Finally, Vali turned towards her with a small smirk. "Don't squander the potential you are born with. Given enough room to grow, you might be surprised at what you find."
Sona nodded in acceptance at his words, a soft blush coloring her cheeks at his notice of her improvement. She was slightly taken off guard by his thoughts, more so on the fact that someone who grew up under the head of the traditionalist faction didn't think that bloodlines and birthright alone dictated one's strength. She might need to reassess the way she thought about her intimidating brother-in-law.
A rather high-pitched giggle on their right caught her attention, recognizing the group of people dressed in shades of purple as members of the Phenex' Clan. The one who had been acting rather haughtily for the whole duration of the party was Ravel Phenex herself. She was dressed tastefully in a deep purple sleeveless dress, her hair done in her usual twintails with drill-like curls.
"My brother won himself a bride in a Rating Game," the blonde tilted her head to the side, a fan covering half of her face as she conversed with some nobles about her brother's exploits. "I knew that he was going to win, but he meant to make a big show out of it." Halfway through the younger girl's speech, Sona didn't hesitate to make her way towards Rias' servants. They looked rather relaxed considering the situation. Vali did surprise her by following in her footsteps, half a step right behind her as they made their way to the trio of Akeno, Koneko, and Kiba.
"Listen to her go on," said the knight with a half-amused half exasperated tone. Sona decided to announce her present by interjecting.
"She must have forgotten that we relayed this." She offered them a friendly smile in greeting.
"Sona-Kaichou. Vali-sama." The knight greeted in return, opting a slight bow toward Vali, as did the rest of his companions.
"The outcome notwithstanding, the fight was well-matched-" she paused slightly and closed her eyes -"no, better than well-matched, and that was clear to all who saw it," she complimented softly. Not done with the surprises of the night, Vali followed up with his own words.
"Especially you." He nodded at Kiba, who looked just as surprised as everyone was at the unexpected compliment. "You fought very well, more so than the others."
Not knowing what to say, the blond knight could only utter a rather flabbergasted word of thanks before letting his Queen continue on the conversation.
"Thank you very much," Akeno inclined her body forward in a slight bow, "however, your concern is not necessary."
Blinking open her eyes in confusion, she looked at the trio for clarification, noting the way Vali huffed in amusement right beside her.
"Heh, a dragon wouldn't be a dragon if they aren't stubborn. I will give him that."
"What are you-"
"This is probably not over," confided Kiba with a cheery smile, "we don't consider it to be."
"It's not over," added the tiniest of them as she drank her beverage.
Right at that moment, Riser himself showed up in his usual flamboyant way via his flames, going so far as to strike a pose as well.
"Renowned Noblemen of the Underworld," he started, "on behalf of the House of Phenex, allow me to thank you for coming." Everyone paid their full attention to the host making his speech at the very front without a single word. "The reason I have asked all of you here today is that I, Riser Phenex," he added, taking a short breath before continuing, "would like you to share this historic moment with me as I am engaged to Rias Gremory, the next head of the distinguished House of Gremory."
She didn't bother pointing out that even during the announcement of Iselia and Lord Ajuka's engagement, the two more distinguished people didn't bother hosting a party as lavish as this one. As far as status and historic moment were concerned, the later couple held more importance. Why in the world was Riser acting twice as pompous then?
"Now then, allow me to present..." Riser made a grand gesture, swinging his arm exaggeratedly to his side. "... my Queen, Rias Gremory!" On cue, the Gremory's signature magic circle with a crimson flower center flashed, bringing with it the crimson-haired girl dressed in a white dress completed with a veil that was more suited to a wedding than an engagement party.
Beside her, Vali chuckled in amusement right as the door to the ballroom was knocked open forcefully, revealing the panting form of a brunet teen she was familiar with. It was none other than Issei Hyoudou with his signature crimson gauntlet, a sharp unwavering glare on his face.
"Issei!" Rias exclaimed in shock. Understandable, as even Sona herself wasn't expecting this kind of drama. The Gremory family was for sure truly unlike others.
...
Sairaorg raised one brow in interest as the door to the ballroom was knocked open rather forcefully, revealing someone dressed in a school uniform he was familiar with. Lia hummed in amusement at his side, leaning half of her weight onto his frame as she watched the unfurling chaos gleefully.
"Hey, where do you think you are-"
"I am Hyoudou Issei, of the Kuoh Academy Occult Research Club! The President-" he started, cutting off Riser before correcting his words- "Rias Gremory's virginity belongs to me!"
The Lion King choked at the ridiculously bold words coming from the reincarnated devil, staring dubiously at the brunet's audacity as he processed what exactly was just said.
"What?" He murmured uncertainly, confused when Lia merely laughed at the mass confusion.
"Wha-!? Why you!" Normally he would find Riser's loss of words rather amusing, but that was if he didn't feel as lost himself.
Taking pity on his plight, the amused Queen beside him decided to share what she found so amusing.
"That was the person I was telling you about. He is quite interesting, and Rias seems to be more fond of him than I expected." The Bael clan heir blinked, turning back to look at the commotion when his cousin's other peerage members started attacking the summoned guards.
"They are rather bold," he decided, returning his attention to the silver-haired beauty on his arm.
"Audacious, you meant," turning slightly, he nodded in acknowledgment to the male who strolled over leisurely with an entertained smirk.
He couldn't imagine anyone making such a large commotion during a party Lord Paimon- or any other Lords- held without losing half of their life. But then again, with the circumstance as it was, there was no denying that this no-name baby devil just barged in rather leisurely. Yes, leisurely if they took into account just who exactly were hiddenly present in this party.
No intruder alarm had been triggered.
Security at the ballroom entrance was ridiculously lax.
The manor wards outside were still intact.
The intruder was an inexperienced baby devil, [Longinus] notwithstanding.
Which could only mean...
"Someone deliberately allowed him to get in." Amidst the chaos of attendees demanding an explanation from an equally bamboozled Rias, a distinctive voice Sairaorg was most familiar with spoke over the crowd rather easily.
"It's a little entertainment I have taken the liberty to prepare." A deep baritone voice drawled sedately. A crimson-haired man clad in full regalia signifying his rank as the one and only Satan Lucifer appeared from the side hall. Accompanying him was a beautiful woman with long silver hair dressed in a french maid uniform. As the crowd gasped over his appearance, an icy blue purplish-colored teleportation circle bearing an eight-winged serpent crest flashed, bringing with it another man clad in a formal black military suit with silver trim.
The 3 newcomers cut a striking figure, silencing the crowd instantly for a few seconds before Riser came back into his sense.
"Sirzehcs-sama, what do you mean by entertain-"
The Devil King merely lifted a hand to interrupt the younger man.
"Riser-kun, the Rating Game was interesting to watch," the blond Phenex looked slightly surprised at the supposed compliment, but the Lucifer didn't stop there. "However, against my sister who was inexperienced and had half your pieces, it was a bit..." All these were delivered unhurriedly, with a tone that conveyed just how unconcerned he was.
The Bael heir hummed in understanding, finally piecing all the pieces together to form a comprehensive picture. He shared a look with an unreadable looking Vali before turning their attention towards a blank looking Iselia, who was clutching his arm as if her life depended on it. It appeared that the Gremory heiress had made a blunder, and as always, her brother came forward to clean the mess.
"Are you not satisfied with that battle?" His back became stiff when Riser dared to question His Imperial Majesty with that tone. Familiar as he was with Vali's energy, he felt it snap in agitation, startling almost everyone present. Sirzechs merely chuckled as he soothed his fellow Lucifer with his tyrannical energy, gentler as opposed to its usual oppressiveness.
"Not at all as the Game itself would become meaningless if I did." The man continued, unbothered by the young Prince's subtle displeasure. "Not to mention, considering the circumstances involved this time," sharp sea-blue eyes snapped open, "my old family's face would be dishonored." The deeper tone at the end of the sentence held a lot of implications for everyone present.
The crimson-haired Satan gestured subtly towards their group, and Sairaorg wasted no time to guide a rather quiet Iselia and a seething Vali over. The Satan rested his hand on one of Vali's shoulders with a reassuring squeeze while directing a friendly smile towards him before returning his attention to the rather ruffled-looking Riser.
"I wanted something flashy for my little sister's engagement party."
As the adults set the game, the three converged beside Grayfia, who shuffled closer with a gentle smile.
"I trust all of you children are well."
Vali was the first to snap out of his funk, sighing while ruffling his hair with an annoyed huff. Beside him, Lia frowned in irritation, her previous jovial mood evaporating to thin air. Sairaorg being the most uninvolved in the matter, sighed softly at his partners' antics. He so rarely played mediator or pacifier within their group, but he didn't appear to have a choice this time around. No matter what's said and done, Rias was still his family after all.
"I understand that you are angry at Rias' irresponsibility, but you are aware that you can't fully put the blame just on her, Lia." As one of the successors of the 72 Pillar Clans, Sairaorg held a deeper understanding of the ongoing situation which his errant cousin appeared to lack. Regardless, he still found the level of anger Lia held towards Rias seemingly reaching the threshold of unreasonable. She was usually much calmer and laid-back than whatever this was and found this situation concerning.
"His Highness is correct." The Silver Queen of Annihilation spoke softly, a calming hand resting against Lia's tense shoulder.
"I will extend an apology on behalf of the Gremory Clan for any transgression made upon Her Imperial Highness." By some magic, he noted that the Paimon heiress settled down both figurative and metaphorically, blinking away the subtle blue glow around the rim of her eyes.
"Eh? Why did I suddenly..."
"This time, Rias-sama's ignorance towards the political going-on and much of her responsibilities lies on us. While we did educate her on the necessary knowledge, she is still rather sheltered as compared to all three of you," Grayfia murmured so as not to be heard over her husband's words. "It is Lucifer-sama's wish that his sister is kept away from any unnecessary political strife until the situation doesn't permit it anymore."
It took Sairaorg a lot longer to comprehend the words, finding it mind-boggling at how contradictory their upbringing was, compared to Rias. Or rather, the children of the traditionalist compared to the reformist. He couldn't be so sure.
Growing up in the Leviathan and Paimon Castle, Sairaorg Bael was raised under the strict guidance of Lukrezius Paimon, who wanted the children he raised to be aware of their standings, values, and responsibilities to their clan and society. He had gone as far as educating them in the old way, much to the satisfaction of his ancestor, Lord Zekram Bael. Rias Gremory appeared lackluster in comparison, seemingly only understanding the barest minimum.
Of course, he wouldn't put any blame on the Gremory Clan or Lucifer-sama. In normal circumstances, this sort of blunder wouldn't happen. Unfortunately, an unknown factor disturbed the status quo and caused such a big ripple. Sairaorg turned his attention towards the brunet boy Lia was quite interested in, wondering just what kind of person he was to captivate his cousin and gained Lia's attention so easily. He circled his arm around the silver-haired girl in a possessive hold in response. An interesting former human or not, he wouldn't be so merciful as to allow that person to snatch Iselia's attention away so easily, much less kept it.
...
"Alright, dragon-user boy," Sirzechs started, "what do you want as a reward for winning?"
Dissatisfied, someone intervened with their own opinion on this matter, unknowingly provoking the already displeased Vali and the recently settled Paimon heiress, again.
"Sirzechs-sama, there is no need to reward a mere low-class devil!"
The combined energy fluctuation came in the form of a sharp dip in temperature and heavy pressure, and some people lit a candle for the one who just spoke out. Standing beside the two imposing young devils, His Highness Sairaorg seemed to be at ease. He merely drew a long breath and gave the people a pitying look. That's right, to dare provoke these two terrible existences right in front of their parent, even if one held a considerable position within the Devil Council, they wouldn't have a good end!
Unfortunately for them, forget about the most unpredictable His Imperial Highness, Lukrezius. It seemed like this unlucky fellow had even annoyed the usually amiable Sirzechs Lucifer-sama! This was simply completely forfeiting life, ah!
"A mere low-class devil or whatever, he is a devil nonetheless," The Crimson Satan's tone was curt with a hint of impatience. "We are asking him for a favor, so we must reward him with fair compensation." As he went on to list the usual requests most people would normally ask for, imagine how startled the majority was when the boy asked for no other than to return his King.
It made Iselia crack a small genuine smile while her Father deemed it finally time to pay attention to this impertinent baby devil.
The venue change to an outdoor setting didn't quell the underlying restlessness of the public, even with the promise of entertainment in the form of a clash between two wielders of the power belonging to legendary creatures that have existed side by side since time immemorial. The two protagonists have been transferred into an independent space reserved for their impromptu duel while the rest of the onlookers were allowed to view the going-on through the spatial disruption.
At this time, Sirzechs and the ever so quiet-almost-transparent Lukrezius were seated on the balcony with Grayfia stationed behind Sirzechs, slightly to the side, the young generation of Unholy Trinity on the other side, while Rias and Ravel stood on the front. The very moment the young blonde caught sight of distinctive silver hairs, she dared not linger close or even glance towards their direction. Just as well, since neither of the silver-haired teens was in any mood for any more social interaction.
Vali looked deep in thought as he rested a contemplative gaze upon the two fighters, a considering look surfacing gradually as he perceived something strange. The moment the duel began, a look of epiphany replaced his thoughtful look, and whatever realization he had caused him to issue a sharp amused huff.
"Heh... Not bad, at least he's smarter this time around, even if it costs him something." His words drew the attention of the people on the platform.
"Open your eyes and have a look, Rias. His performance this time is solely for you, after all. This time, it might be more interesting than the disappointment you showed me." The ruthless words aimed towards the Gremory heiress roused a reaction out of her overprotective brother, but it was immediately quelled by a single glance from the quiet Lord Paimon, as well as his wife's hard grip on his shoulder. There were times and places for his siscon tendency, and it wasn't now.
Sharing a look with an equally clueless amethyst-eyed Bael, Iselia Paimon shrugged lightly before returning her puzzled stare at the Hyoudou boy, vaguely wondering why he has more of a dragon's breath than usual. The last time they met, she was certain he has yet to make any significant progress other than strengthening his body, and even that wasn't enough to wield a tenth of his [Boosted Gear] true power. Moreover, her senses could also pick out the slightly acidic and distinctive warm flavor of something holy.
"Does the rule of a normal Rating Game apply here?" Sairaorg's question was directed towards the Crimson Satan, who nodded in answer.
"...Is this alright?" The magenta-eyed silver-haired female muttered under her breath, a severe frown on her brow. There were a lot of high-profiled attendees watching this. For a newly reincarnated devil with no name or rank harming a well-known member of the nobility with something holy of all things, the nobles wouldn't just let it slide even if it's considered a game of entertainment.
"Who knows. The grown-ups have their plans and consideration. We're just here to enjoy it," replied Vali rather nonchalantly, seemingly already certain of the outcome of the match.
"Then, begin."
In the isolated arena, Issei Hyoudou crouched slightly, a determined look on his face.
"President, I will settle this in ten seconds!"
Not only was almost everyone surprised, but even Iselia was taken aback by the brazen statement. The girl blinked, instinctively clutching the hands of the two males on her sides.
"Defeat my Onii-sama in ten seconds?! Is he insane?" On the front, Ravel protested indignantly.
Riser, whose confidence didn't waver, merely countered back by stating he needed half of that time to defeat the brunet.
"Now this is interesting," Sairaorg straightened in interest, "it doesn't look like he's bluffing."
"Hehe~ He's a very determined fellow." With no hesitation, Vali dragged his fellow silverette into his arm, a small frown that was borderline a pout gracing his lips. The raven-haired male beside the two blinked, pausing at the unexpected move before he turned properly to face them.
"Oh, what is this? Can it be that you're jealous, dragon boy?"
At Issei Hyoudou's call for promotion into a Queen, half of their attention shifted back towards the ongoing match.
"President!"
Riser unfolded the Phenex Clan's signature fire wings on the go, flying towards the brunet who opted for the ground instead. Thinking about it, no one had ever seen Issei use his devil wings before. Could it be that he still hadn't tried it out yet, or no one taught him how to trigger the wings? Knowing the Gremory's peerage, it's most likely the latter instead.
"I don't have a talent for sword-fighting as Kiba does. I'm not a prodigy at magic like Akeno is, either. I don't have super strength like Koneko-chan, nor do I have a wonderful healing ability like Asia!" The Hyoudou boy's speed of speaking was rather impressive, but the content of his speech... "Even so, I'll still become the strongest pawn! If it's for you, I'll overthrow even God himself! Glow, over-boost!" Iselia startled lightly at the pawn's words, backing up and pressing herself more against her golden-eyed childhood friend.
[Welsh Dragon Over-Booster!]
"Lia?"
"Ah... How envious." The Paimon heiress uttered subconsciously, her full attention now on the fight, unaware of the dark looks shared by the two men around her. They watched as a full set of crimson red armor encased his body. The three recognized this as something similar to Vali's Balance Breaker Scale Mail, only with a weaker aura. It might be due to the incomplete transformation as the host's body couldn't withstand the full power brought by the form. The full power was focused and restrained on the left hand to prevent overwhelming the body.
Rias was notably surprised, but even Sirzechs himself looked slightly taken aback for a few seconds, appreciative gleam on his sea-foam blue eyes. Vali tsked when Hyoudou's attack missed, outright huffing when the boy went and rammed himself onto a structure, glaring when Riser called his rival monster.
"Did no one teach the young generation that most dragons have dominion over the fire element?" Lukrezius finally voiced out his thoughts, startling many people who forgot he was present.
"I tire of this, Sirzechs. You better conclude this quickly."
"Now now, it's not wrong to enjoy what the younglings have to offer. Besides, it's almost ten seconds after all."
At this moment, the two on the arena was battling it out with pure brute force, the crowd gasping when they noticed the cross clasped on one of the red-clad hand of the [Longinus] user.
"A cross!?"
The match was pretty much over after that. While a normal cross wouldn't have much effect on high-ranking devils, this one had its efficacy boosted up by [Boosted Gear]. Even when 10 seconds limit of his Balance Breaker ended, it wasn't as if the Gear's function ended with it. Issei took advantage of Riser's lapse in judgment by pouring holy water all over his face after boosting its effect, severely harming the Phenex physically and mentally. It was certainly one of the fastest ways to cripple a Phenex. Many winced in sympathy at his misfortune. Being exposed to holy power at such a young age when they've never experienced it was rather brutal. A Phenex's physical body might be immortal, but their mind?
Ravel didn't hesitate to leap and teleport herself to her brother's side, arms spread, to shield her brother from a perceived threat. Iselia herself jerked forward with her right hand extended to the side, coated in her [Void] when the brunet's dragonized arm shoved forward towards Ravel. Riser might be able to stand that, but Ravel was a different case altogether, and she was still trained to intercept perceived threats.
"If you have any complaints, come at me! I'm always willing to take you on!"
The unexpected ending to the match and Rias Gremory's reaction was subject to much gossip from the crowd below, even if the heroine herself was unaware of it. Lia's conjecture of Issei's inability to manifest his wings was proven true when the temporary space collapsed, and he required his peerage mates' assistance to avoid falling. He was then transferred towards Rias Gremory's arms.
Lord Paimon, who had been like a complete wallflower, suddenly raised his non-existent demonic energy, standing up and sending a warning look on the gathered nobles before walking back into the manor leisurely.
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-Phenex Manor Receiving Room-
The atmosphere was dubiously tense as 4 Lords sat quietly facing each other, neither willing to be the one to start a conversation.
Sirzechs Lucifer, otherwise known as the Crimson Satan, sipped his tea quietly, eyes glancing periodically at the serenely meditating Satan Class devil beside him. Sitting on another armchair to his left was a striking middle-aged man sporting similar crimson-colored hair as the Lucifer, with the same eye color and sporting a neat short stubble around his chin. Across the crimson-haired middle-aged man was another with bright golden hair, sharing a strong resemblance to Riser Phenex with a softer edge, perhaps due to his calmer mien.
"I have to say this is so unexpected, Lord Lukrezius." Zeoticus Gremory, Sirzechs' Father, started suddenly, an ever-present nonchalant smile ready on his lips. "I would have thought that for someone who had stayed married solely to Lady Leviathan for five hundred years, you would have stayed loyal until the very end."
Instead of answering, the addressed party merely leveled an unreadable gaze back at the amused man. Just that one gaze conveyed a lot of meaning.
Pretend! Continue to pretend! See if I will help you next time!
Being more attuned to his friend's volatile mood, Sirzechs immediately set to defuse the situation with a light cough.
"Now now, Father. You know our family still has an unresolved debt with the Dantalion Clan. The next time the council comes asking, you can mention it to them. I'm sure they wouldn't want to offend Luka here by insisting on this match."
They all knew that this was just a mere charade.
When Lukrezius made his intention clear, not even the neutral aligned Phenex Clan dared to say a single contrary word. This time at the expense of his daughter, he decided to protect Rias Gremory. It would probably be the first and last time he did so.
Lord Phenex didn't bother with a response, choosing to indulge himself in the tea served by the ever so diligent Grayfia.
"I admit that I didn't expect Your Imperial Highness to hide such a well-trained daughter. It seems that the future of the Paimon Clan is in good hands." The blond Lord started lightly, a deep considering look in his blue eyes. "It almost makes me consider making a bid for my eldest."
Oh? Sirzehcs thought bemusedly, amused at how the Phenex tested the water so tentatively yet blatantly at the same time. But fair enough. The current Iselia Paimon can be considered a juicy piece of meat.
"I will consider your proposition if he can best Vali."
A mission of nigh impossibility for the new generation, given the Crown Prince's formidable strength. Lord Phenex chuckled mirthlessly, putting his cup down with a soft clink.
"Very well. First order of business, I am grateful for all of your help in straightening my youngest children. However, the method leaves a lot to be desired."
Sirzechs' Father merely smiled serenely while also replying.
"Better to be beaten within an inch of one's life within controllable circumstances. Unlike you, I haven't told my daughter that she's now officially engaged to the most feared Satan Class existence."
For a while, no one said anything as they redirected their gaze at the still expressionless Lord Paimon.
"First order of business. You are to ground Rias Gremory to properly teach her about her actions and consequences before I come forward and do it myself." Both Gremory men sweated as they processed the silver-haired man's words.
There was no more getting out of this.
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"W-Wait! Vali, what are you- mmph!"
A soft rustling sound, accompanied by ambiguous gasps and whimpers, broke the tranquility of the once silent room. Long-fingered hand caressing a pale patch of skin sensually, yet aggressively as hungry mouth sought to claim its opposite, silencing every protest and swallowing any sound that escaped. Pressed under a much larger body than her own, Iselia Paimon could do naught but accept the ministration, seeing as the male above her could very much take whatever she threw at him. It was the first time that he was so aggressive with her, and she was a bit taken aback as a result.
Sairaorg didn't go back with them since he had something urgent coming up. The massive bear of a man had given her a tight hug and a parting kiss before leaving her to a rather sullen-looking Vali, who spent the rest of the time glaring at some stubborn guests who insisted to stay. He had then spent the rest of the time glaring at anyone daring enough to approach either of you. Not that it deterred some of those poor souls.
She could taste the wine on his tongue as it entangled her own.
Heart beating wildly, stomach flaring with heat, even more so than before. He's lost to her. From her warm and soft skin, her intoxicating smell of fresh winter rose and first snowfall. Vali shifted his body to press against her more, thigh brushing against her own. He couldn't help but want more, moving even closer so that there was no gap between them, his slender hand settling along the swell of her hips. Finally releasing her intoxicating lips, he continued to trail kisses along her cheek and down her throat, letting his tongue glide across the bare flesh to taste.
His hands didn't continue to idle, calmly removing her dress, slipping it down her body by pure habit. His garment followed after without waiting as he relished in the physical touch. They were already familiar with the other's body as they often used a specific way of healing due to compatible energy. But being intimate was an entirely different story.
Vali nipped her skin lightly, hand finding its way on her sizeable breast as he kneaded the flesh gently. He directed his mouth further down to suckle on one of her rose-colored buds, enjoying how Lia wriggled and arched her back under him. As he tugged on her nipple with his mouth, his free hand continued to quest further south, past her belly button, to find its way underneath the rim of her panties. He could smell her arousal as he cradled her mound, the heat of her core beckoning him like an inescapable siren call.
"Aah!" Iselia cried out, her head thrashing as he massaged her lower lips. "Nnn~ Haa! Wait! Va- Aah~ Li!"
The male in question raised his head from her chest, eyes glowing blue as he regarded her with a low hum.
"What's gotten into- Aah! You?!" Trying to concentrate while one of his hands was touching her shamelessly proved harder than she thought it would be.
"Nothing," a finger tentatively dipped into her slickened heat, drawing out another sensual sound from her throat. "I just dislike the way they look at you, devouring you with their eyes." He added another finger.
"Ngh!" He began to massage his digits against her inner walls, his legs nudging hers apart as he began a slow stroke.
"Mmm," she whimpered, feeling her companion sink his body lower, knowing exactly what he was aiming for, dazedly watching as her childhood friend pulled down her panties.
"After all, you are mine, are you not? It is me who can touch you like this, not them."
Ah, she didn't notice he was the overly possessive and jealous type.
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...
Rias Gremory stared apprehensively at the collection of devils sitting in front of her, barely apprehending their earlier words. She'd done much thinking after her match with Riser, feeling much of her worldview shattering continuously in just one day.
She'd always known what she was, who she was, and her responsibility. But she's also aware of her lacking.
In truth, she wasn't as confident as she made herself seem to be. Deep down, she knew that she was very insecure. When she compared herself to the other heiresses, she couldn't find herself winning against them in terms of anything. At first, she had prided herself in possessing one of the most coveted power in the Underworld. But after the match with Riser, she lost even that bit of confidence and pride.
In front of Iselia, the power she possessed seemed negligent in comparison. Everyone in the field had felt that sudden oppressive force, rising suddenly from its previous harmless docile state. In front of that absolute power, far above her own, she was aware she couldn't even struggle. She had enough self-awareness to know that Sona was above her in terms of intelligence. Sometimes, she just thought that she won a life lottery, being born who she was.
"Rias, it has come to our attention that you seem fond of your newest piece," her esteemed Father started softly, "too fond in fact." The man finished with a more solemn tone, glancing at the imposing silent silver-haired male beside him. The same man who Rias feared for all her short life. For some reason, Lukrezius Paimon seemed to dislike Rias, preferring to avoid her, refusing to even look at her.
"Ahem!" The esteemed Lucifer cleared his throat to bring Rias' attention to him, an apologetic smile pasted on his lips.
"Ria-tan, no... Rias Gremory." The way he addressed her had her stiffening in surprise. "It is unfortunate, but due to this incident, the Council has paid much attention to you." The Satan steepled his fingers together, eyes turning sympathetic. "Certainly, with your understanding of our current political climate, you are aware of the consequences, are you not?"
Hesitantly, Rias nodded her head, eyes glazing over in a thoughtful daze.
The domination of the traditional faction in the Devil Council was already well-known. With Lukrezius Paimon sitting at the helm and the Bael-clan spearheading everything. Saying that she gained their attention due to her engagement matter meant-
She gasped in realization, a rare feeling of panic and fear enveloping her mind.
"Father, Onii-sama, I-"
"It seems like you just comprehend the danger you put that boy in." Lukrezius' voice was like a cold whip, snapping at her most feared thoughts. When he finally looked at her, those beautiful pair of glowing eyes were like looking through her, as if he was looking at someone else.
"In the olden days, the consequence of your action will cost those you love their life. Knowing this, Rias Gremory, what will you do?"
It was like being submerged into an ice pool, the coldness pervading her whole body, piercing right into her insides and turning them into ice. Imagining her peerage, her family lifeless right in front of her eyes. she couldn't bring herself to feel anything other than numbness. But most of all, imagining Issei- his broken body lying lifeless on her feet, she-
Despair.
That was what it was. Since when? She'd seen him dead when he was still an unturned human. But now? She couldn't imagine what her life was without Issei. Ah, she'd known. She'd always known. Rias had always been aware of her budding feeling. Seemingly realizing something, Rias' head snapped up to meet the knowing look everyone shot her.
"A pureblood and a former human." The blood in her veins turned into ice as Lord Paimon enunciated each word, his gaze worth more than a thousand words as it told her a story. She was looking at someone who loved and lost said love in return. The way he looked at her was as if he was looking at himself.
A flare of terrifying demonic energy snapped the two out of their sudden understanding.
"She was not-"
"To them, she was. It's a different era, Sirzech. Rein in your temper." Lukrezius Paimon warned grimly, ice in his tone solidifying. "Do not test me. Not now." With that, her agitated brother forcibly reined himself in, tense shoulders relaxing. Zeoticus seemingly wilted in his seat, a tired sigh leaving his lips as he massaged his forehead. There were shadows beneath his eyes as he looked dazedly at a spot on the floor. She'd never seen her Father look so defeated, seemingly aging right in front of her eyes.
There was something they weren't telling her. Something involving someone they referred to as she.
"I-"
"Her name was Rhia Gremory." Lord Paimon cut her off softly, eyes shadowed with grief. "She was killed during the civil war by Paimon Clan." Rias' memory chose this time to remind her of something she'd been taught before about their history.
Kinslayer.
It was a title reserved for those who committed parricide. The reason was-
"Had she been alive, she and I would have been married."
Rias stared, horrified at the man who had almost become her brother-in-law. Haunted blue eyes stared back steadily at her.
"You bear a very striking resemblance to her." And after that, the man refused to look at her again, folding his hands over his crossed knees imperiously.
"Which is why you will be replacing her in the marriage contract our Clan had with Dantalion." Her esteemed Father added, looking straight at her with hard eyes.
"This is non-negotiable, Rias." Sirzechs Onii-sama added tiredly, leaning his head against his friend's shoulder in defeat. She'd never seen them look so tired and defeated.
"You will comply if you want to keep your family safe." Father sighed, looking at her softly. "It's for your good. I'm sorry I can't protect you from this."
With that, her engagement with His Imperial Highness, Prince Lukrezius, was decided with no way to back down. At the moment, Rias wasn't aware that she was yet again given the highest level of protection by her family, thinking that her freedom was yet again sacrificed.
"Remember that the council won't be so lenient with your next mistake." The silver-haired Lord, her fiance, warned her almost gently, awakening her from her stupor.
"You may go back, Rias. Spend time with those you claimed as your own." Zeoticus Gremory nodded at her as she made her way robotically to the door.
"Oh, and also," The reminder this time came from her brother as she paused halfway through opening the door.
"Don't get angry at Iselia. She's doing everything under our orders. If possible, try to talk to her about everything."
It's not as if she could afford to alienate Iselia Paimon, she thought numbly, closing the door to the room. Rias paused for a moment, leaning against the heavy door as she stared at nothing in particular.
Standing behind the Paimon heiress was the Bael heir, and last but not least, the unofficial Crown Prince of the Underworld. She might be in over her head sometimes, but she wasn't delusional.
With that, the crimson-haired devil Princess headed towards where her peerage was, hidden deep within the lavish castle.
Rias Gremory didn't have enough political clout to offend the Big 3 of their circle, nor did she intend to commit political suicide. Iselia might be forgiving, so was Sairaorg, being her cousin. But Vali Lucifer? She didn't have the slightest intention to cross that terrifying boy.
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"Your Highness, His Imperial Majesty relayed that the second stage of the plan may proceed."
Rising from the pile of tedious paperwork, a youthful-looking raven-haired woman stared almost blankly at one of her household servants before a lightbulb seemingly blinked into existence right above her head.
"Oh... Oh!" Gone was the previous lethargy coloring her every action as she leaped up with a mischievous smile.
"We're going to have so~ much~ fun with this." Serafall Leviathan cackled, unaware or uncaring that she scared half of her attending servants due to the glint in her eyes. It was a daily occurrence in the Leviathan-disguised-as-Paimon Household after all.
"Then what about the Gremory?" The Satan Leviathan whipped her head towards her messenger almost eagerly.
Trained as he was to perceive the slightest change of moods on his master, madam, and young charges, he only needed a single glance to choose an answer.
"It all went as well as Your Highness thought it would."
The former Sitri sighed helplessly in return, shaking her head in dismay.
"Maa~ We all know that Sirzechs-chan and Lu-tan won't be so forthcoming even to their loved ones," Serafall spun and settled back down on her chair, "speaking with them requires you to look deeper into their words to understand everything. And the only one who can seemingly decipher everything correctly without losing some information halfway is Ajuka-chan."
In this Household, Serafall tasted more freedom than her public position had ever afforded her. To everyone serving under their House, she wasn't Satan Leviathan, but Lukrezius' wife. It was strangely contradictory, with her having fought against the Old Faction and ending their bloody regime with her own hands before turning around and becoming their Princess Consort.
Many believed that the devils were now permanently split into two factions. It couldn't be further from the truth.
Everyone saw the ragtag remains under the disgraced descendants of the previous Satans as the remains of Old Faction. No one ever questioned the power that laid on Lukrezius Paimon's hands, the public secret of his pedigree preventing anyone from being nosy. It was so much more than that.
The former Sitri Heiress would never forget that day, roughly half a century after their marriage when Lukrezius had a sudden breakdown. He'd never been well-adjusted even before the war, not even with family. But his breakdown? It trumped even that one time when she died. Her husband had been unhinged, mad with grief and resentment to the point that they had to drag him down to the deepest part of the Underworld so he didn't end up destroying their living layer. It took them nearly a month to calm the mad Prince down, and that was with Lord Zekram Bael bringing over the cavalry.
It was then that they were made aware of one of the secrets of their Creator. Granted, it was merely one amongst undoubtedly many. But it was enough to unbalance them to the point where they questioned if everything they've been fighting for was correct. Of course, they would never regret the outcome, but they wondered if it could be different.
Lukrezius had been catatonic in the aftermath, and that was when they came in by the droves.
The true remaining Old Faction.
Zekram Bael had been one of them. Many amongst them served only under the Creator and Her Imperial Majesty, Lady Leviathan herself. It spoke volumes of who they thought Lukrezius was. Of course, it wasn't smooth sailing afterward. Serafall's husband had been catatonic, and interlopers were trying to take her husband away, scoffing at her so-called inferior blood, calling her unworthy-
She'd shown them what unworthy meant that day.
It took a while, but they resolved everything in the end. Now, Serafall was ironically considered one of the leaders of the remaining Imperial power. And what she'd discovered terrified her. Had the true might of the Imperial power been unleashed upon them all those years ago, she feared that they might not be as they were now.
She knew Lukrezius knew more secrets, had secrets of his own. She was afraid for him. The universe had many secrets and mysteries no one was ever meant to know. Even to beings considered as absolute as a Creator God, she doubted even He knew everything. To those who glimpsed upon such secrets, they must have to pay something in return.
"But Lady Serafall, this one might be a lowly servant. But, even this one knew that had you asked anything of His Majesty, he would undoubtedly answer." Her secretary of the day answered, snapping her out of her thoughts as she blinked at the constant gentle smiling expression seemingly pasted onto his face.
Ridiculously so well-mannered- all of them.
"Not when it comes to what's most important." The Consort grumbled poutingly, huffing at the thought of her rather tight-lipped Lord husband.
"I'm sure he has his consideration."
Serafall could only sigh as she turned to look out the window to the bleak sky of the Underworld.
"One can only wish it will turn out okay in the end." She whispered to herself.