Wacko12: The beings that were around before the current myths were started. They are briefly mentioned in canon by Azazel that they left beyond the Dimensional Gap long ago and are the villains from the shadows of the DxD EX series.

FateBurn: Thank you

Hollowreaper 93: I am so glad you liked it...I am sure she will pop up every now and then ;)

giovvaniauditore: I am glad you enjoy it, though am sorry you are sad at the end :( I hope my updates aren't too far apart :D

HalflingRunner: I most certainly will!

The Chaos Phoenix: Fleshing out other myths in DxD is quite fun, the next few arcs will be close to canon with the Norse and Devils...but once finished you can bet Dorian will become intertwined in ones less well-known ;) And yes, Dorian is a 2nd year student so he will most certainly be on the trip to Kyoto.

Guest1: That is a very good point...he better hope Medusa never finds a way off that shield XD

Slayer Cross: You are not alone lol. Volody of the Clan Baba Yaga is a mage who were scattered across the Khaos Brigade where they were needed. This is how he knew Le Fay who was apart of Team Vali while they were with them. You guessed it, Perseus will use the eye as a bargaining chip to buy his retirement. Whoever said Irina would be with either...

Fish on Land: It's funny how amidst the battles, intrigue and harem-based hijinks sometimes the most enjoyable parts can be the small conversations ;)

fanficcyberman: Thank you very much for your kind words :D I hope to never disappoint.

naruto: I am glad you did, I wanted to play her off as subtle until she eventually showed her face. Indeed...he doesn't deserve for any of his plans to succeed lol.

GunBlade2019: Oh Dorian may be in for a hard time when she hears. Rose understands why he would have...but she won't like it. I most certainly will! :)

MrKittyWiskers: There are pairings in play from Kiba to Issei and Dorian himself. Unlike canon which plays a much faster pace, I prefer the relationships to feel real, naturally progressive and meaningful. It may take a few arcs to get started...but the romance is there and growing all the while :D

Unown: That would be quite interesting if he delved into the realm of space-related myths...

reality deviant: Oh wow, thank you for such an in-depth review, I am glad you enjoyed it so much and I accept all constructive criticism for improvement. I felt the same about Kiba as one of the aspects of canon I was not fond of was how Issei was the one who had to do almost everything as the series went on. I prefer more focus on multiple characters than one having to do everything. Issei will be a solid character with scenes of his own, just not becoming the center of everything. I don't want to give too many spoilers, but for his harem, I always let my story evolve as it goes, but yes as it stands Issei will be down to about 3 women considering the double digits he enters during canon he needs some restraint lol plus women won't just be falling for him for a single good deed or just because he's strong like happened A LOT in the show. A lot of the romances later on with Issei just felt rushed and forced to me solely to add to the number of his harem.

And with that...ONTO THE SHOW!

"Can't...breathe…"

Dorian tugged at his uniform suddenly feeling far tighter than it had been when first unveiled back at the tower. Each adjustment seeming to only constrict it tighter around his throat yet he persisted to make it as perfect as possible, the reception would be his first foray into Devil high society after all. Bennia had been heartbroken to hear that the start of the gathering was a simple meeting with a gala to follow in the coming weeks though it gave her time to shop. Only selected representatives had come with each of the prospective devils; Rias and Sona were among them, the others already inside. Dorian had brought Rossweisse and Thrud along with Irina to show Heaven's friendship, the others remained in the waiting hall beyond except for the Valkyrie trio detained in the real world with their college schedule.

"You are getting better," Rossweisse assured while checking the workmanship of a new braid added since his return from Olympus a second time. She sighed at his fumbling, taking hold of his collar and tie, adjusting it expertly. Her own uniform was immaculate as expected.

"Still nothing compared to the first," he smiled while fingering the original braid that had been added by Rossweisse herself after his victory against Modi.

"…thank you," she muttered sheepishly before steeling herself. "However, Irina and Hecuba told me what you tried doing while in Olympus…"

Dorian's eyes went wide as the tie grew taut, surely turning his face a comical shade of blue. The new angel to the Crossroads glanced away, clearly approving of Rossweisse's actions. Despite the ridiculous scene, the silver-haired beauty's expression remained focused and serious.

"You almost died," she whispered low. "To save the others against that…thing from the staff, what if you had?"

"I didn't mean…"

"That's twice now; twice you nearly died at Olympus when I couldn't help. I understand why you may need to, but it should NEVER be done lightly. Your life is worth more than you act like. I want you to SWEAR to me that you will think more about yourself next time such a situation arises." She raised a finger, eyes full of concern more than true anger. "Only say it if you intend to do so!"

"Rose," Dorian reached out, taking her hand in his. It was still warm and brought out words he had pondered for a long time. "I swear I will, think more about myself…

And more about us...

Rossweisse's serious expression deflated, steam practically erupting from her ears at the words accepting her concerns.

Say it…

Do it…

"Dorian, so glad you could make it," Akeno remarked, approaching with Issei and Rias seeming to appear out of nowhere. "Long time no see."

GOD FUCKING...I just needed TWO MINUTES!

Calm down Dorian, remember the gathering.

"Akeno," he spun politely, face barely betraying the frustration as Rossweisse took a step back to a more proper distance. "How have you been?"

"Better," she answered truthfully, a genuine smile shining through that seemed brighter than the ones he had seen on her before. "Thank you."

"We have been staying at my family home," the Gremory heiress clarified. "I heard your trip here was more exciting than ours."

"More exciting?" Issei asked with surprise. "We got jumped by a fucking dragon-devil whose been beating my ass in training." He went on to explain the intense regimen for Rias' entire peerage in the mountains outside her home including their instructor, a dragon-turned devil named Tannin. "He's hoping I can obtain my own Balance Breaker with enough work."

"Well Mr. Azazel did say you need exceptional stamina in order to harness the power once you find your catalyst. I can thank Rossweisse and Thrud's practice every day for that. It would be more intense than the basic workout you've been doing. You have been keeping up with Ascalon with Kiba I hope?"

"As if he'd let me skip though he still knocks me around every day, not sure if I'm cut out to be a swordsman."

"It just takes time; Thrud still tears me apart if I'm not careful."

"Even when he is," she added from behind before walking past to speak with Akeno once her father stepped away to talk with Azazel. Unlike previous interactions, there was calm between the father and daughter tentatively welcomed by the pair as they tested the familial waters thought long since abandoned. Thrud and Akeno had grown closer since their trainings started and enjoyed one another's company.

"That Valkyrie," Issei sighed, eyes clearly drifting south as she passed. "Do they all look like that where you come from or is she more…"

Dorian closed the gap, wrapping an arm around Issei's shoulder and holding him closer than was comfortable.

"Don't...even…think about it."

"Why? If you guys are already together…"

"I-" Dorian stuttered at the unexpected turnabout, tightening his hold. "No, but I am well aware of your giant harem wish you keep telling us about. Trust me when I say Thrud would not appreciate being part of a bulk set. I believe Hecuba and Bennia already warned you about looking too closely." Issei raised an eyebrow at his remark of not being a couple, either contemplating what that meant for him, or not believing there was nothing there whatsoever.

"Being a devil was the best thing to happen to me," Issei explained while trying to escape. "Harems are completely normal and I'll have the largest of them all. Mr. Azazel has had hundreds and even Rias' father has one; her mother manages the other babes. They've been teaching me their family history in the lessons."

"Lessons?" Dorian raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"I make sure my…servants are trained for both combat and etiquette." The Gremory heiress seemed to teleport behind them, her glance to the side gave away Rias' conflicting statement of seeing Issei just as her servant. "My family is quite strict on ensuring those joining are well-versed in Devil history, proper table manners, you name it."

I see, joining the family as servants…or something else? Rias' desire seemed obvious to all except Issei himself.

"My home would be more welcoming than the diplomatic hotels and there is ample space for everyone. If you wish, your team is more than welcome to stay at Gremory Manor for the duration of our trip."

"Thank you," Dorian smiled back, the frustration in his face abating as he stepped away from her pawn. "I am sure everyone would prefer being surrounded by friends and family of friends."

"Too bad, the Sitri mansion is the most impressive around." Saji announced while rounding a corner with Tsubaki and Sona. "If you stay out of the wing Big Sis Serafall has reserved for her shows…" The young devil pawn grunted in pain as Sona elbowed him in the gut, he quickly recovered with an apologetic smile. "I did want to ask you something Dorian," he motioned for him off to the side with a wave. Dorian acquiesced, leaning closer so that the two could only hear each other.

"I gotta know man…what's it like being a teacher?"

"Um," he started, unprepared for the surprisingly reasonable question from one who called himself Issei's superior. "It's very satisfying if you enjoy helping others, imparting knowledge that is common to you but new for someone else. It just gives a warm feeling like…"

Saji nodded along with Dorian's rather passionate description of his chosen path in the human world. The Einherjar underestimated just how interested in his answer the fellow 2nd year was, taking in every word he said not minding how long winded it became.

"…and knowing you are helping mold the next generation is just so…," Dorian caught himself, realizing he'd been talking for several minutes. "Ahem…why do you ask?"

"Oh, no reason, thanks man, it's appreciated" Saji blew off the answer, immediately looking back to dissuade further questions. "I was just curious; you really are into that sort of thing."

"I would hope so; I've wanted to do it since I was…"

"Well if it isn't my favorite youngsters."

A familiar dark and blonde-haired fallen angel stepped into the room with a big grin and same older suit. Issei's face lit up at the arrival of his self-proclaimed mentor.

"Old man Azazel!"

"Looking good, best pull out your best sides as the biggest big wigs this side of the Underworld and beyond showed up for this reception. That includes a few familial acquaintances of yours," he was referring to Dorian.

"Lord Odin and Lady Freyja are here?"

"And my sister I am sure," Sona adjusted her glasses, inhaling deeply before she walked through the same entrance Azazel had just appeared from.

"Lady Sona Sitri, sister to Serafall Leviathan along with her Queen Tsubaki Shinra and Pawn Genshirou Saji!" A booming announcer heralded their entrance to the room, the sound of rustling like a quarrel soon following.

"Oh my little sister looks so precious; I knew you'd blow them all away!"

"Please control yourself!" Sona's exasperated voice could be heard in the unseen battle to free herself from the embarrassment.

"You'll be fine," Rias winked to Dorian before she was up next. The young Einherjar looked up to her with admiration, being so young yet leading her own peerage without relying on her family ties as so many in Hell's hierarchy did. "Just make a strong first impression." She passed through the entrance next, Akeno giving him a playful wink of good luck.

"Lady Rias Gremory, sister to Sirzechs Lucifer! Accompanying are her Queen Akeno Himejima and Pawn Issei Hyoudou!" The applause rose up even through the door signaling the final of the six young prestigious devils.

Dorian cupped his chin, pondering her words of a strong first impression. What could he do to leave a lasting impression? The first time was often the most important. He did not notice Thrud whisper something into Rossweisse's ear, drawing a red blush from her, her mouth flopping open and shut as if to object though the words did not come. The daughter of Thor tapped him on his shoulder, finally drawing his attention.

"Xenovia might have mentioned something that is looked highly upon in the Devil world a few days ago, we can go with her suggestion."

"Excellent," Dorian smiled, missing Rossweisse's pale expression. "What do I need to do?"

"Just follow my lead," Asgard's strongest young warrior absolutely ate up the look of confusion forming as she gripped him by both shoulders.

Not Far…

"This is a bad idea," the voice in her head warned the woman watching the reception from afar. "Security is top notch, one wrong move and you'll be spotted."

"No worry of that," the dark-haired beauty purred back, cat ears twitching playfully. "From this distance keeping under their radar is child's play, unless you are underestimating me again Bikou."

"I'm just saying," the exasperated reply groaned. "I know there's a lot of strong guys at this event…"

"And my dear little sister."

"Yes, her too, but Vali said to lay low until he gave the all clear. If you blow our cover and cause their security to get even tighter don't think I'll stick my neck out for you."

"Like you'd ever do that for anyone, are you still sore that thunder girl turned you down?"

"Heartbroken, but look," his voice sighed as if he was tired of beating around the bush. "I know how much it means to you, but there are other powerful guys for that sort of thing."

"A lady has to branch out, considering certain boys aren't interested." Her words irked Bikou who she knew was far more laid back and obsessed with freedom than his ancestors. Knowing there would be children of his running around with the fate of a species on their shoulders filled him with trepidation that had spurned her advances to say nothing of Vali's cold dismissal to her request in repopulating her species.

"What's so special here then? If Koneko is the real reason…"

"This is the largest gathering of powerful young devils in all of Hell," she interrupted to explain, training her eyes across the vast distance towards the reception hall. "The chance of finding someone is better than anywhere else. Not to mention," she looked closer, spotting Dorian standing between Rossweisse and Thrud looking very worried, eliciting a mischievous grin welcoming the coming challenge as her tail swished back and forth excitedly. "That one in particular is so adorable with his naiveté, dancing around the silver Valkyrie heedless of the golden girl's looks. Showing a traditionalist like that the finer things in women will be just as sweet as the powerful children I would bear him."

Inside the Reception Hall…

"Our final guest for the evening's events, Mr. Dorian Held of the Crossroads along with," the announcer paused as if to double check what had been provided. "Ms. Irina Shidou, Ace of Heaven, Thrud Thorsdottir and Rossweisse of Asgard, Valkyries of the Nine Realms."

A lighter applause than before, likely out of politeness, greeted the four entering the room though grew a bit louder once he could be seen. It was certainly an impressive sight of Dorian Held walking confidently forward, a silver-haired and strawberry blonde beauty flanking him with arms linked. Irina walked next to them, looking more than a little awkward though understood the reason for the ruse. Each of the women were waving to the crowd yet always kept an arm around Dorian's to give the idea that they were closer than reality. Their benefactor Diodora was in the back, face concealing his fury as expertly as he could muster while his queen glanced away, the scene hitting close to home for her. As Xenovia had told from her training of devils, harems were considered impressive feats and there were few ways to garner praise than having multiple women at your side.

"Are you sure about this?" Dorian whispered as he kept smiling and waving as best he could, keeping the confident demeanor that was important. He trained and sparred with the girls daily, all having seen each other in various states of undress. Despite that, being linked arm in arm with them made him feel content and warm, even Thrud's was strong yet surprisingly tender in sharp contrast to her usual demeanor. "Showing you off like this makes me feel like a heel."

They are both so beautiful, even the other women here can't compare.

They are, Iggy agreed before swiftly retreating upon sensing Dorian's embarrassment.

"It means you haven't let it go to your head," Irina whispered back.

"Well, you can let it go to your head a little," Thrud teased, Rossweisse said nothing though tightened her hold on his arm, smiling more than what was required for their innocent deception.

The hall was extravagant, seemingly far larger than the exterior seemed to allow for. Much of the room leaned towards a mix of black and purple stonework with stain-glass windows bordered in gold of every color in the spectrum. Dozens of people dotted the area already mingling or getting something at the nearby refreshments table. Dorian did not have to think of where to go first, feeling the tug of his arms towards the drinks. Hiding the forced-redirection, he turned with them, keeping up the façade.

"Do keep your voice down!"

The stern yet calm shout was coming from a tall bespectacled woman by the long table. She had long blonde hair though in the right light showed a tint of green. It was clear she was one of the six gathered devils based on her attire, a noblewoman's gown with the dress having been replaced with a miniskirt and boots lending to a more serious and practical outlook Her pink eyes were boring holes into the man across who looked as opposite her as was possible.

Where the woman looked dignified, proper and composed, the man held a sneer of superiority written all over his face accompanying the many tattoos dotting his body. His hair was bright blue which unlike Xenovia's was a bright and gaudy shade chosen to stand out in a crowd. Similar to the woman, he wore a nobleman's attire though it was pristine; shining in a way that shouted to the room that he had just purchased it, likely for the very event.

"Why? Do you want to be the screamer between the two of us?" His remarks were as low-brow as possible. "I still can't believe devils your age haven't had a man yet, though if you're looking for the right thrust I suppose I could take you up on the offer…"

Dorian's right eyebrow twitched, the insults he recalled of Rossweisse's lack of experience with men flooding back even more strongly with her gripping his arm.

"Is this what the Glasya-Labolas heir is, Zephyrdor?" She retorted with a narrowing of her eyes. "Pathetic trash?"

"You want a piece of this trash don't you?" He puffed out his chest, stepping forward towards her.

"Thrud," Dorian muttered. "Devils appreciate shows of strength, correct?"

"Right, but if you're thinking of doing what I think you are…I'm so proud."

"Be careful," Rossweisse whispered as the Einherjar slipped his arms out of his escorts. "He is considered quite powerful despite his appearance."

"We can wait for this little gathering to be over, then I guess I can lower myself to your level and…"

"I suggest you end that statement right there," Dorian approached, only now drawing the devil's attention. Neither noticed demonic energy gathering in the woman's hands, prepared to strike were it not for the interruption. "Did your family skip the lessons on proper etiquette?"

The man from the Glasya-Labolas family turned, eyeing Dorian up and down while raising his hand towards his Queen and Knight standing nearby for them to hold back, clearly not taking him seriously.

"Wow, I heard they'd be allowing other mythologies in but never imagined some limp-dicked pretender like you. Just crawl away and let the adults talk here, I am the new heir for the former Asmodius' family; the lessons were for my brother and just look where he ended up! If you wanted a round with her you can wait until I…"

A flash of gold could be seen, Laerad Ragnarok materializing upon Dorian's hand now balled into a fist. With the strength of Asgard, the Einherjar caught the grandstanding heir full in the face with a wind-rustling punch, feeling his nose break from such a close range piercing his barriers with ease. Zephyrdor was blasted backwards past his stunned peerage members into the wall, cracking the frame as he slumped to the ground growling in pain gripping his nose to stop the bleeding.

"Damn you!" His knight stepped forward prepared to engage though his sword had been taken prior to entering along with all other weapons.

Dorian planted his feet but it was unnecessary as an absolute wall of muscle with short brown hair stepped between the approaching knight and the Crossroad Captain. His frame eclipsed Dorian; face stoic and focused though held a hint of enjoyment behind it at the prospect of a fight.

"I would suggest against it," the man boomed. "Your master welcomed that himself and needs your aid. Tend to him unless you wish to lie beside him."

The knight took a few steps back, cognitive enough to realize the absolute gap in power between him and both of the men standing before him. Thrud's restrained grin peeking around the giant's frame was the last straw as he stepped backwards, rushing back to Zephyrdor still staggering to his feet groggily.

"I like your style," Thrud grinned to their new ally, holding out a hand to shake. "I suppose you must be…?"

"Sairaorg Bael," he introduced, gripping Thrud's hand with a powerful squeeze. It was obvious both were delivering a vice-like shake, the others around able to hear the groaning of bones as they grinned to one another. "A pleasure to meet the daughter of a legend and the Crossroad's leadership, I will admit I was uncertain what to think of such a force."

"I fail to see its purpose," the blonde woman remarked with a spin. "Our individual troops are more than sufficient to ensure peace, but I do thank you for assistance with that one. We are supposed to abstain from fighting until our respective matches." She glanced towards Zephyrdor who had finally regained his bearings and was looking enraged though was held back by his peerage whispering warnings in his ear. "Seekvaira Agares at your service," she extended a hand politely."

"Dorian Held at yours," he replied cordially, taking her outstretched hand and bowing low. Her name was familiar thanks to his research, one of the two young devils not associated with the current Satans, Sairaorg being the other. "My apologies for that outburst."

"No apologies needed, it was well executed," the heiress' tone remained steady and professional yet a single eyebrow raise gave away her enjoyment of what she had witnessed. "And well deserved, he was a last minute addition to this gathering."

"Last minute?"

"His brother was the true heir; regrettably he died in an accident last month. Zephyrdor did not have the sense of duty of his sibling, hoping to ride out his family name without the responsibility."

"What accident could…?"

"Bastard!" The bloodied devil stepped forward. "When I'm through with you…"

"Ah, good to see everyone has met up, though I believe it is time to begin," the imposing yet calm voice of Sirzechs shattered the tension. Not even Zephyrdor was willing to cause trouble in his presence. Accompanying him were the other three Satans; Serafall Leviathan, Falbium Asmodius and Ajuka Beelzebub. Dorian took note of the last, having heard the current Beelzebub's accomplishment of inventing the Devil's Evil Piece system through which any similar species could be reincarnated into a devil. Heaven had reverse engineered the Brave Saint system, a card-based variant in Heaven able to do the same for angels. "It would not do well to look barbaric in front of our guests."

"Are you kidding? This is the most fun I've seen in weeks; the little punk's right hook has gotten better in his absence. Been working out that arm in more ways than one?"

The Allfather Odin and his wife emerged from around the corner, their gaze immediately falling upon Dorian. With a sparkle of joy in her eyes, Freyja stepped forward, gripping the poor man in a tight embrace towards her impressive bust. Despite the embarrassing scene in front of the entire leadership of Hell, he reciprocated the hug having missed her.

"Have you been well?" She whispered. "Getting enough food? The new braids suit you, how have the girls been treating you?"

"I am, plenty of it and I am surviving," he resisted a chuckle only barely. His gaze fell to Odin, the air growing tense between them with the memory of how he had treated Rossweisse fresh in his mind.

"Glad to see our little Einherjar is looking strapping," Odin's crude nature shattered the moment as he smiled wide at them. "And our Rossweisse as well, found that hero you always wanted beyond our shores?"

"That is no longer any of your concern," she huffed while looking away. Deep down she sighed, while she and Dorian had grown closer than before it still felt like there was a gap between them.

He spends time with me, yet that is all. Does he not wish to go further?

"I'll take that as a no," he sighed. "A pity, I thought children were supposed to rebel when away from their parents. No matter, my current bodyguard is far less alluring than I would prefer."

This time it was Akeno, standing beside Rias, who gasped as the Allfather's bodyguard was revealed. The dark hair and large frame gave him away in an instant even with his wings hidden from view. Zepar was beside him, letting a polite yet unmistakable smile through towards the half-fallen angel.

"Father," she remarked loud enough for everyone to hear, Baraqiel included. While the focus was on the leaders, the fallen angel stepped up to the Gremory Queen.

"I am…glad to see you well," he muttered, clearly unsure of what to say. "Zepar kept me appraised on your meetings, have you and your friends been…well?"

Awkward, but he's trying.

"We have, but there is much to tell, perhaps after the reception we may speak further on missed time."

Rias, Issei and Dorian's mouths practically dropped open at her words, her King unable to hide a smile of contentment, knowing more than any just how important those simple words were.

"Thank you all for coming," Sirzechs became the center of attention once more with a mighty clap of his hands. "This gathering is more than merely bringing together those we consider our best young powers, but to ensure your growth continues. With our numbers dwindled on all sides, it is in our best interest as a people to ensure that our young grow up strong and the best way to do that is to foster growth in the presence of others of unquestioned strength."

The six prodigal devils; Sona Sitri, Rias Gremory, Sairaorg Bael, Seekvaira Agares, Diodora Astaroth and Zephyrdor Glasya-Labolas.

"You shall contend with each other and your servants in the coming weeks, but throughout all of that never forget this is as much about cooperation as it is about competition. To that end, we have invited our allies to attend and witness the events. The leadership of Asgard and Crossroads are present with Heaven and Olympus' arrival to coincide with the first Rating Games. If each of the prospective young ones will step forward, we wish to hear what drives you towards the future."

"I will become a Satan," Sairaorg answered immediately. "To make the changes needed for all to thrive in this world if they have the determination to seek it." There was silence as they expected more, however he stepped back having said all he needed to. His Queen sighed as a dark-haired pawn grinned confidently, proud of her master and king.

Rias stepped forward next without hesitation as the others clearly thought over their answers. Standing before the assembled room she made her announcement clear and concise.

"To one day lead the Gremory name, in that pursuit I will not lose a single Rating game!"

"President…" Issei's eyes sparkled with pride at serving under her, knowing he had to become stronger to hold his own.

Sona was next, clearing her throat as she informed the assembly, "I want to open a school teaching young devils how to perform and excel at the Rating Games."

There was a stifled laughter from the back quickly silenced with a turn of the four Satan's heads, flames seeming to appear in Serafall's eyes for a brief moment as well as Saji's. It did not dissuade the Sitri heiress as she continued.

"Such institutions exist for the highborn and wealthy among devils, yet nothing is in place for those in less-advantageous families. It is my goal to create schools for them, so that all may have the chance to prosper."

Like what you did in Olympus, Iggy remarked, filling Dorian with a warm feeling of her joy.

It certainly explains why Saji is curious about becoming a teacher, wherever would he want to teach? Dorian smirked as he glanced to the pawn, looking at his master with awe and devotion.

"Gremory and Sitri, two dreamers that's for sure," Azazel remarked loudly from the side unable to contain his grin. "That will be an important trait for the future, perhaps they should be the first match?"

"I concur," Sirzechs agreed immediately with a bit more enthusiasm than he had shown previously.

"Kick her butt little sis!" Serafall called out as the two friends glanced sideways to one another in respect of their upcoming match though it would still be weeks out.

"What fun," came the polite tone of Diodora from the back. "It is a pity our new allies cannot participate in the events. I can attest from PERSONAL experience that they are competent fighters."

"But of course," an unknown noble added. "The Rating Game is for devils only, that is common sense."

"Common sense for today," Azazel corrected. "We'll be viewing Asgard's Champion Selections soon so who knows what the future may bring. It is too late to make such a change, but that does not mean we cannot involve our allies from the north right?"

"An exhibition round perhaps?" Ajuka Beelzebub offered. "It would be simple enough to adjust the parameters for Einherjar, Valkyries…or angels," he glanced to Irina with that final word. "Something simple to start, perhaps one on ones?"

"That would be agreeable, that is if you would like to participate."

Dorian thought about it a moment, that was all the time he needed to. Getting a chance to be part of an important event, even in a small way, would go far in building bridges.

"As long as it is a friendly match and does not interfere with their own fight, my team would be delighted to participate."

"That's our lad!" Odin smacked his knee with a grin. "Get to show these devil punks that they still have a few things to learn from a more experienced mythology!" Freyja nodded politely, restraining her enjoyment of the idea as well.

"Regrettably, my team will be training in the mountains until our fight," Rias sighed. "As much as I adore the idea, my peerage cannot participate."

"As is with mine," Sona remarked alongside a nodding Tsubaki, well aware that every moment getting stronger was vital.

"And mine is still recovering from the ordeal arriving," Diodora lamented with a truly sad tone. "What a fight it would be."

"Don't look at me!" Zephyrdor half-spat. "As if I would besmirch our kind's traditions by partaking of them with an outsider!"

"You were not so beholden to our ways a moment ago," Sairaorg pointed out with a restrained smirk. "Perhaps the Einherjar's punch shook more than just your head."

"Regardless," Sirzechs' voice restored order. "The idea has merit and will be considered in regards to implementation and practicality. For now we should get back to the matters at hand, I believe August 20th will be the best day for the first Rating Game next month…"

Dorian sat tall as the rest of the reception continued, it was short, acting as little more than an introduction with the true gala to commence prior to the opening battle between Gremory and Sitri to come. Glancing between all the other young devils, he could not help but wonder which he may end up fighting as part of this exhibition match between the myths.

Gremory Manor…

"Can we live HERE forever?" Bennia asked, eyes wide and amazed as Gremory Manor loomed before them.

"Do try to behave," Rossweisse warned, already thinking of how careful they should be in the presence of such royalty.

After the reception had concluded, carriages arrived to take Dorian and all the other women of the Crossroads to Rias' childhood home. As she had promised, they were permitted lodging and accommodations for the duration of their stay. Even the massive status of their tower could not prepare them for Sirzech's former home. Though only two stories high, the building seemed to stretch forever in both directions wrapping back around itself. Every few windows, there was a reinforced wall that almost gave off the idea it was less a manor and more a modernized castle fortress. Xenovia and Irina helped each other with their belongings, eyes as wide as the rest.

"It's so grand!" The young angel stared mesmerized.

"The grounds alone must be immense!" Xenovia glanced over to the other two swordswomen. "We must never let up on our training!" Hecuba nodded with her, nonchalantly spinning the dagger won back in Asgard months ago on her finger. It was just as pristine as it had been the day the dwarf placed it in her palm, she no longer held any worry of it falling. She had taken to fiddling with it more and more, easing her mind when it was in her hands.

"If that is your wish, I can show you the way once are all settled," the offer came from a silver-haired woman wearing a maid uniform. Her resemblance to Rossweisse reminded Dorian of her identity.

"Lady Grayfia, I hope you have been well since the summit," he bowed politely.

"Just Grayfia at this time," she corrected with a tut of her fingers. "I am on duty and thus am currently the head maid of the Gremory household. Please follow me."

The Crossroads carried their luggage inside until a veritable army of butlers swooped in, taking each suitcase and absconding with them up the stairs before anyone could blink.

"Lady Rias has already departed for the mountains with Mr. Hyoudou though the rest of her peerage are present participating in their training regimens until joining them.

"I will find Kiba," Xenovia made a b-line for the back utterly certain of her course. "Ensure that his blade has not dulled since the last battle."

"Is that a euphemism? Bennia whispered to Hecuba who could only shrug as Irina blushed red at how bold her partner could be when not tethered by the auspices of the church."

"He is in the yard," the ever-calm voice of Koneko alerted them. The small white-haired first-year student was lounging near the stairs leading outside beside an impressive suit of armor. She was sweating profusely, clearly having been training up until recently. "Tannin was pretty rough on all of us after arriving."

"Still improving I hope," Thrud gave a subtle wink to Koneko, recalling her time training with her and Akeno in secret to hone their previously shunned abilities. The young Nekoshou had been improving her sage arts at a steady yet impressive pace nonetheless. As promised, she had told no one of their secret training together with Akeno learning more of her holy lightning.

She nodded, going on to explain about Tannin, a dragon reincarnated as a devil in service of Mephisto, a friend of the Gremory family. It was believe that he could be the one to whip Issei into shape and finally unlock his full balance breaker which had eluded him all that time. She did not mention the analysis of each of Rias' team and their respective weaknesses to which they all strove to overcome.

"We were paired off by our pieces, Kiba with the others as he is the only knight."

"Wait…you were paired off?" Dorian caught onto her usage of the word after an embarrassingly long time. "As in she has another rook?"

Koneko smirked like the literal cat that had caught the canary, motioning over to the suit of armor she had been sitting beside. Only then did the group realize it was the ONLY suit of armor in the room. Irina jumped slightly as it suddenly moved on its own, removing the helmet as if tipping a hat to reveal nothing was inside.

"Honda," Koneko introduced. This armor belonged to a Dullahan who wanted to retire and left it in the keeping of Kiyome to watch over. Well, remember that duel Xenovia helped Kiba with? Part of the agreement for help was that Honda's armor would be leased to Rias for service. He took to the rook piece quite easily."

"A Devil-Dullahan…" Irina muttered, staring at the clearly-empty suit bowing politely. Had it been prior to her resurrection as an angel she would surely have called it an abomination. However, since the new agreements and alliances formed, she found it absolutely fascinating.

"How do you talk?" Dorian asked. In a pseudo-comical style, Honda started waving his arms and hands into shapes that clearly had meaning…but not to any of them.

"He says he's very good at sign language, though it is frustrating that so few people know it in return."

"I'm…sorry?" Dorian shrugged, feeling bad that he had never thought to learn though felt better as Honda waved an arm as a way of saying 'no big deal.'

"Ah, Mr. Held, so good to see you again, perhaps we can converse more than before."

A middle-aged man with red hair and an immaculate suit emerged down the fall flanked by servants, a child and an absolutely gorgeous woman who was unmistakably his wife. She had flaxen hair and based on her resemblance to Rias could only be her mother.

"Lord Gremory," Dorian greeted politely. The two had briefly met during the open house before the Peace Summit though hardly spoke beyond pleasantries. "Thank you again for opening your home to us."

"No thanks needed," the woman approached. "It is so delightful to meet the young man Freyja speaks so highly of, I am Venelana."

"Woah!" The boy, Rias' younger nephew and son to Sirzechs named Millicas, looked over Bennia's uniform drawn to the girl who was only a few years older. Despite his age, he reigned in his childlike enthusiasm, ever acting the proper heir he was raised to be. "I heard about these Crossroads, can I have one too?"

"If you decided to join them," Venelana replied with a smile. "Perhaps when you are older, I hear you are still seeking a devil representative, are you not?"

"We are," Dorian confirmed. "Among the three factions only Heaven has chosen," he motioned towards a bowing Irina.

"Hey," Bennia whispered to Millicas with a grin. "You wanna see it in action?" With a flash she unveiled her Grim Reaper robe, only making the young boy's eyes grow wider.

"Can I grandmother?" He looked back to Venelana.

"So long as you are back before supper," she nodded with a serene smile. There were few people who looked happier than the young boy did practically skipping down the hall with Bennia, already showing off teleportation rune symbols despite being quite powerless within the mansion's domain.

"Oh Thrud it's been far too long," The Gremory Matriarch gushed. "You've grown so much."

"Thanks…" Dorian had to hide his grin at seeing Thrud look a little embarrassed; he remembered Freyja's remarks of her past with Rias' mother, being part of how the Peace Summit was set up so quickly with Asgard. He never considered that Thrud had known her as a little girl in the rare times they could meet.

"Oh how blind the boys of Asgard must be, you must tell me everything. We've prepared baths for you to freshen up; I may join you as well…that is if we can part you from your 'leader' for a while."

"O-of course," Dorian stuttered as all eyes fell on him. "Take your time." He watched as Rossweisse, Hecuba and Thrud followed her, the silver-haired Valkyrie giving one final wave he reciprocated before disappearing down the hall.

"I swear kid, if you happened to take a peek they may beat you for it but I can assure none would hold it against you."

Dorian sighed as he knew the voice of the man who seemed to be everywhere, sure enough, Azazel leaned on a nearby entryway with his patented grin.

"I thought you knew me better than that by now."

"I know full well, why else do you think I'm trying to push you along that path to adulthood; your budding Valkyrie won't wait forever."

"I don't work the same way as you and Issei, we are…taking it slow."

"Slow and steady may win the race in the end, but you'll have less time to enjoy your victory laps."

What is THAT supposed to mean?

"Your misplaced propriety aside, I heard you had a rather interesting time in Olympus, care to share? Those reports always miss the best details."

Dorian proceeded to explain what happened with the staff, the Old God presence and eventual containment by the mysterious girl with golden eyes. Surprisingly, he did not interrupt or make any crude remarks throughout the exchange, instead waiting until the Einherjar was completely finished.

"A girl you say? Was she cute?" Dorian just stared flatly until he finally gave in and continued. "The Old Gods are a fascinating read, predating all of us yet almost nothing survived outside the Dimensional Gap, have you ever been there?"

Dorian shook his head, knowing full well of the nigh-infinite space between dimensions yet never having had a reason to dwell on it or go there directly.

"Just my Roads."

"Roads and Gaps," Azazel mused. "If Yggdrasil permits long-term visitors I may need to take a look, for all we know they are more connected than what appears. I may not have Ajuka's mind but my curiosity cannot be sated," he started laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. "And this girl you say was able to contain and wield the staff with ease?"

"I've seen her before," Dorian explained each instance including the one leading to his death. "Could she have wanted my death?"

"Doesn't seem like it or she could have just let that thing eat you," he answered bluntly. "Maybe she is more than she appears; if you meet her again don't let her get away, who knows what she could tell us. If she could wield the staff so easily…" Azazel's eyes fell to his artificial arm, remembering what had taken it. "Saying she is more than what she appears would be the understatement of the millennia. I'll look into it, who knows, I might find something out before you make real progress with Rossweisse."

"I'm not peeping on any of them OR the mistress of the manor of which we are staying!"

"Why are you so afraid boyo?" His tone grew serious, more so than he had been all evening.

"Afraid?"

"You shirk from talk on the subject of women and their heavenly attributes, no pun intended though you clearly are fond of them. Issei has no issue with the subject yet can't see the women in a more serious light while you seem to have the opposite issue. You take everything so seriously yet step back when talk of the midnight hours come into play."

"I have a…"

"A healthy interest, I know. But sometimes a more pervert…open-minded initiative is needed, just think on that next time her curves look a little more pronounced to your keen eyes. There is such a thing as balance, just look at Grayfia, would you believe that not a single man has ever seen her naked except her husband? I thought you might respect that and…"

"Ahem."

Dorian barely held a straight face as the Grigori Governor General spun with a look of legitimate surprise. The Gremory family's head maid and subject of his remark, Grayfia, was standing behind him with stern eyes and restrained annoyance.

"There are two guests at the front gate requesting to speak with Mr. Held; perhaps your moment of idle gossip can wait? Lunch will be available in the pavilion when you are finished."

Training Yard…

Xenovia crossed her blades, blocking Kiba's uppercut slash with his Holy-Devil sword. The two were starting to sweat having already abandoned their jackets prior to the match. As they clashed, Gasper and Asia stood in the back, each focusing their own skills towards their respective partner. The kilt-cladded vampire focused, narrowing his power as much as possible in an attempt to stop Kiba's movements without hindering Xenovia. He was improving but still caught both of them more often than not. Asia conversely was seeking to pinpoint her Twilight Healing as well, to keep Kiba at peak efficiency without accidentally lending aid to Xenovia.

"I am…catching up to your skill," Xenovia remarked as she hopped back for distance and avoiding his counter slash.

"You do not give yourself enough credit," the blonde knight replied with a huff. "Your skills were always there and with the strength of an Einherjar you are quite formidable."

"I will need that stamina to keep up with you when together," her face was completely serious as she spoke.

Kiba stumbled, allowing her to dart close before he could react. Both pommels caught him in his gut, sending the knight flying until a burst of green light caught him in the back. Asia's power healed him to full, allowing him to somersault and regain his footing. The two went back and forth, pushing each other to test just how much they had improved with their respective teams. Kiba's experience seemed to win out as he weaved between her holy blade Durandal and Norse weapon Angurvadal, knocking her to the ground.

"You did well," she remarked calmly as he stepped forward with a final strike. "Perhaps we are both ready then." Reaching into her jacket pocket, she revealed a pair of circular objects which took Kiba a moment to realize what they were.

Two individual condoms…

Kiba's mind raced, focus utterly gone as his holy-devil sword dematerialized turning his finishing slash into a wave through open air. He stumbled, rolling forward past the defeated Einherjar into the wall ending upside down staring back at her flatly. A soft groan of worry escaped both Gasper and Asia's lips though it was Xenovia who held out a hand to him first.

"You…need not make such advances," Kiba tried to explain, the others retreating from the yard to give them privacy. "I am a sword of the Gremory house, I want to be more but I fear that is not possible now. I am not capable of reciprocating the feelings you deserve."

"Nonsense."

"I…what?" He was taken aback by the utter surety in her words, the first hints of emotion clawing through her stoic demeanor unaccustomed to the normal world from years sheltered within the church.

"That is nonsense and ridiculous, you just don't' know it yet."

"And how can you?" He asked while leaning against the wall, riding out the soreness from the final fall.

"I have seen it. When we first met I was a hated enemy of the church wielding the weapon you despised more than anything and was willing to die for if it meant Excalibur's destruction." She remembered that time against Kokabiel not so long ago, the hatred burning in his eyes at their first duel she won while he was unbalanced by that rage. "You may have killed me if you had the chance. Despite that, you saved my life in Kokabiel's base, standing to take the attacks mean to be the end of me. If you are capable of such selflessness for a foe…I can scarcely imagine what you would do for the woman who bears your children."

Kiba had no words, the look of utter confidence in her observation making him feel more uncertain that he was right and she wrong. It was only then that he realized how glistening she was in the sunlight from her sweat. The way her hair was tussled in just the right way, even the undone button on her jacket. He quickly shook his head, steadying himself as she looked him in the eyes.

Is this how Issei sees all the time? Or perhaps how that Dorian sees his Valkyries?

"Well? Xenovia blurted out after several seconds of an awkward silence, readying her swords for combat. "Care for round two?"

Mansion Entrance…

"Lady Agares, Lord Bael?"

"Seekvaira will suffice," the heiress answered, pushing up her glasses while sipping the tea provided by Grayfia. Sairaorg accompanied her, sitting tall looming over everyone in the room. He had refrained from having a drink himself.

"Sairaorg as well, I am not fond of such titles."

"We have discussed this exhibition idea," she continued. "We both have volunteered to be the opponents to your team if you are still interested."

"Of course I am," Dorian replied, after so many had declined the offer he feared the remainder would as well. "Though I am not as familiar with the particulars of your Rating Games."

"There is time for instruction. In short our chosen fighters will face one another in an agreed upon field with a barrier placed to protect the spectators. There is a retirement system which will forcibly teleport a combatant to safety once they have suffered sufficient injury. Lord Ajuka has deemed one of the higher settings to be selected to prevent any chance of serious injury before the official matches begin next month."

"I do have a single request," Sairaorg added once the explanation was complete. "And that is to face Thrud in my fight." Dorian processed the request before responding.

"I am sure she would not object, but may I ask why?"

"Why, her father's strength is legendary even among devils," the enthusiasm in his face from before had returned. "I am unsure how demonic energy translates into Norse strength but I have seen tell of no others that may match her among our younger generation. I have heard of your accomplishments and that she trained you in combat. One does not truly know a person until you fight them and such a clash would be the most satisfaction I've received in years!"

The two would get along, that's for sure.

"And I wished to thank you for the intervention before," Seekvaira repeated. "I must admit Zephyrdor's words were most aggravating. I am sure you did it due to who I was but…"

"Not at all," Dorian interrupted. "In truth I did not realize your identity until given. Let's just say such…attacks against someone's perceived shortcomings do not sit well with me. There is…someone very important to me who is sensitive to that because of remarks like his.

Seekvaira's composure loosened for just a moment, her belief as to his kindness being purely political having been dashed. Even with his words, she analyzed him for deceit though none appeared obvious unless he was exceptionally skilled.

As much as I hate to admit it, she thought, Sairaorg is not wrong. Perhaps the best way to test his words is…

"In that case," the Agares heir crossed her fingers to rest her chin atop. "I have changed my mind and have a condition as well. If it suits your schedule the exhibition match will be held in ten days on August 7th, I will participate myself but my opponent…will be you Dorian Held."

Events in Hell get more interesting as the Crossroads jump through the intricacies of politics among devils. Dorian and Thrud will face of the strongest of the young devils bent on becoming known as the strongest. More adventures next time, until then I hope everyone Reads and Reviews...but most of all Enjoys! :D