Shit's happening in life, dunno how writing for any story's gonna go in the future, but I give you this. Good luck out there, fellas.

I OWN NOTHING! I'M BUT A HOBO THAT SNEAKS INTO THE LIBRARY AND WAISTS TIME WRITING THIS INSTEAD OF WATCHING PORN!

"Hello there." - regular talking
"I am with you, partner." - sacred gears talking
"I can win I feel great!" - inner thoughts

This chapter was beta read by Marethyu. Thank you for your awesome work!

Rias had questions. And so did Sona But they had to gather and calm down their peerage, before informing them of the decision. That left Issei alone with the two exorcists. Xenovia had not spoken since he ousted himself as the Dragon Emperor, preferring to observe his every move. Irina on the other hand…

"You are so cool, Ise! Why did you never tell me you were the Dragon Emperor?"

"Well, I didn't know until a year after I unlocked the gear, and after that, I was rushed away to Kyoto for training."

"You mean the 'super talented student program' was a cover so you could go train?"

"Something like that, yes. But what about you? I never heard from you after you moved away?"

"Oh, that's easy! I-"

"I actually would prefer to take a shower and go to bed today, thank you." Xenovia spoke, and Issei, as a seasoned traveler, could understand her. Jet lag was a bitch.

"Right! Umm, well aunt Miku said we could stay at the old Hyoudou house while we were here. We came to ask you for a key, but then that devil came here, and you know what happened."

"You tried to restart the Great war in my bar, yes. Well, I've already closed up for the night, so we can get going. I'll give you a quick tour, and show you how the rice cooker works, and I'll be on my way."

"Thank you for this, Red Dragon Emperor." Xenovia still observed him keenly, but the gratitude in her voice was sincere.

"No need to call me that in private. Issei is fine since you're Irina's friend."

"Very well then Issei."

They kept walking, with Issei explaining to Irina how her hometown had changed. From which shops were closed, to which changed owners. She was sad that Miss Miyamizo sold her shop, but cheered right back up when Issei told her she worked in his cafe, which only turned into a bar after 6 pm. That rule gave him enough time to shoo away the students and clean up before the regulars started coming in.

"Wow! But what is up with the upper floor, that mini lounge room then?"

"Ahh. Yea, that room is for VIP customers, who prefer to do their drinking and celebrating in private."

"And who are the VIPs?"

"Just some rich folks who find the atmosphere of my bar overtly pleasant." No way was he gonna tell two Church members that he served Archangels in that room. The last thing he needed was some religious zealots flocking there, and the Vatican declaring his establishment some kind of Holy ground.

Since it was later in the day, Issei decided not to shop, as most fresh produce and meat were already gone. Luckily he had a few pieces in the freezer at the old house, which would do just fine. He may have said he wouldn't stick around long, but the least he could do for Irina was serve her and her friend some home-cooked food.

Warm steam rose from the heated bath. Water droplets condensed on the pale skin of the two lovely ladies, currently indulging in the spacious bathroom of the Hyoudou house. Right at that moment, the blue-haired beauty was kneeling down behind her companion, helping her wash the grime off her long chestnut hair.

While not overly brawny, both possessed the muscles needed for combat, being physical fighters and swordswomen. But where Irina had a slightly leaner build, aimed more towards speed and agility, Xenovia's muscles were more pronounced with even a trace of abs along her flat belly. Since she was using heavier weaponry, she had to build up her core strength. However, both possessed assets that would sometimes get in the way like right now.

"Geeze, Xenova, your chest is rubbing on my back again!"

"Not my fault. I told you you should cut your hair."

"I don't wanna! I had short hair when I was small, and everyone thought I was a boy!"

"Well, your breasts are as big as mine, no way anyone could make that mistake now! I can ask the Dragon Emperor for some scissors!"

"N-no need for that!" Irina's mind wandered to Issei bringing the scissors into the bathroom, and seeing her all n-

"Ahhh!"

Blushing strong enough to produce heat around her, she quickly slapped herself twice on the cheeks and clenched her hands together in prayer.

"Oh Lord, forgive me those sinful thoughts and give me strength to resist temptation, amen."

"Amen."

Both girls took a minute of silence before Xenvia continued lathering her friend's hair with a nicely scented soap.

"You know you're gonna have to tell him, right? About George?"

Irina froze, before lowering her head, the mood turning somber. Even after 10 years, the thought of her adopted brother filled her with sadness. But Issei deserved to know that his best friend was no more.

"I'll tell him. After we finish our mission."

No more words were exchanged between the two exorcists as they finished washing their bodies in silence.

After a fine dinner, Issei quickly cleaned up the dishes, despite Irina's protests. Afterward, he stayed back for only a bit to talk about some of their youthful adventures, Xenovia having a few quiet chuckles at her partner's expense. But neither of the childhood friends failed to notice the tension in the other.

It was only around midnight when Issei finally said goodbye after making sure they locked the door behind him. He quietly turned on his motorcycle and rode into the silent night on his bike.

Kiba slowly stumbled through the streets, a scrap of paper in his hand. Rias had contacted him through her familiar to tell him to be at a certain bar at a given time, for an important meeting. He barely had the time to hide his spoils before they could be spotted by the creature, who would certainly rat him out.

He was also aware that he looked like shit, but he simply could not bring himself to care. Same for the toxins in his body, produced by being exposed to a holy artifact for too long. That Holy energy was now circulating through his system, poisoning it, but he stubbornly kept walking (limping) towards the bar where he occasionally sipped his coffee and took pictures of the bartender to send to Rias. Why would they need to have an important meeting right here-

WHAM!

Somehow he was so immersed in his thoughts that he collided headfirst into the door of the bar. Normally this would have been nothing, but in his weakened state, he felt quite rattled, and despite trying to balance himself, he started leaning backward, heading for a painful collision with the floor.

He closed his eyes and tried to move his arms to protect his head. But before he could fall, a strong hand clasped his forearm, and pulled him back upright, helping him balance himself until the world stopped spinning.

"Well, boy, you're quite early, but maybe that's a good thing."

Issei usually wasn't one to judge by appearance, having met his share of people who were having the worst day of their life. But, even he had to admit, the young devil looked like shit. His hair was dirty and stuck together from excessive sweating. His clothes were scuffed, showing some burns, and his pants were absolutely filthy. But through his contact, he could feel the cause of the kid's state. Holy energy circulated in the boy's system making his devil body produce toxins that were slowly killing the kid. With the amount, he'd be dead in less than a day.

"Take your shirt off."

Now, Kiba was indeed not in the right state of mind. But he had enough presence to question that order.

"Huh?" Not in words, but he did question it.

"You are packed with Holy energy and it's poisoning your insides. Soon the toxin levels will be too great to save you. I hope to extract enough of it to buy you time, so your King can heal you properly."

Kiba winced at the mention of Rias. She would definitely raise a fuss, and might force him to give up the Excalibur! He definitely could not allow that. Revenge was so close, he would not let it go!

"Can you extract all of it?"

"...I can. But then you won't be able to stand. It's like the wrong brand of fuel in a motor. Right now it's destroying you, but it's keeping you going. If I take it all out, you'll still have an empty tank."

So his options were to take no Holy energy out and die. Not tempting. He could have the majority of the Holy element taken out, extending his life, but have his King ask questions and potentially lose his chance at revenge. Or drain out all energy, making him weak, maybe not even be able to move. He knew what to choose.

"Take it all out. The faster the better."

Issei looked at the young man in front of him. He read the emotions reflecting in those eyes. The thirst for revenge is almost fulfilled. The purpose so close to completion. But also bitterness, possibly because it was still not achieved. Other than that, this kid had nothing. He sat him down on a barstool and covered his hands in Ki. Slowly, he began the process.

"Now I'm gonna place my hands on your back, and let my Ki flow through your body. Then using said Ki, I will guide the Holy energy towards me, and into me, before letting it leave through my chakra points on my back. It will disperse through the atmosphere with none wiser, since the Church representatives carry very potent Holy Swords."

The talking did what it needed to. It eased Kiba, letting the energies flow more freely. The kid was still tense, but it helped speed up the process. So Issei decided to talk.

"So, how's school?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well, Rias was talking about some tests coming up, saying she had to study up on some authors."

"Oh, um, that's for third-years, I think. I'm second-year, same as Asia."

"I see. Then no exams are coming up for you?"

"No, not right now. We did have a pop quiz last week, but I was prepared."

So school was not the most interesting subject to him. He sounded like most other students, 'school is just school, what can you do about it?'. Best he tries a different topic.

"I have to say your stamina is impressive, but your magical energy is rather low. You must rely on your body more than your sacred gear, right?"

Kiba tensed for a second, before relaxing once more, seemingly deciding that him knowing was not worth panicking.

"I'm a Knight piece. I rely on speed and swordsmanship. I use my sacred gear just to switch swords if needed, and rarely for large-scale attacks."

"Mmm. A bit generic for a knight to use swords, but if it works for you, then great!"

"Um… You said you can sense my magic reserves, and my stamina. How is that?"

"Well… it is a bit complicated, but I'll try to explain it as simple as I can. You see, in our bodies, there are different kinds of energy. The most basic one is the energy of the body, or rather one's stamina. Everyone knows about this one. Next is what you'd call magical energy. Magic inhabits most supernatural creatures and a good deal of humans. There are too many variations to count them out. I never delved deep into that field, since I myself barely have any. Even a simple spell out of my alignment is too much. The last one is spiritual energy or Ki, which inhabits all living things. Of course, there are variations there as well, but a great deal more than magic."

"How so?"

"Well, that's simple. Very few living things are alike. Sometimes the differences are massive. Sometimes subtle, or barely there."

That interested him mildly, but he wasn't asking because he wanted to know, he was just digging for new information that could help him fulfill his purpose, whatever it was… another topic then.

"How is the newest peerage member settling in?"

"Asia? She's doing alright, except… she still tries to pray sometimes."

"You don't like this? Old habits die hard, you know?"

"I just don't understand, it's hurting her, yet she keeps trying. She was cast out, yet she still believes. It's just-"

"It makes you angry. Why?"

Kiba contemplated, not even noticing when Issei took his hands off him, having completed the extraction. Could he share this with a stranger? But then again, Rias and even Duchess Gremory considered him a friend.

"I was part of an… experiment, for the Catholic church. Me and my friends… We were all so happy. But then, after months of experiments, the project was deemed a failure, and the test subjects were to be disposed of."

His fist clenched tightly.

"They sent us all to slaughter! Why? We prayed! We sang! We attended the service! He did not hear us. He did not love us!"

Kiba was now breathing hard. Issei quietly placed a glass of water, and the Knight drank, only then realizing how thirsty he was. Two more glasses later, he felt his stomach protest, demanding something more solid. Issei was already prepared.

"There's probably some pastries in the back. A bit old, but good enough to eat. And some peanuts, what's a bar without peanuts, am I right?"

"Can I have just the peanuts?"

"Not a fan of sweets?"

"No, it's just… Asia picked up baking recently, so Akeno is teaching her. So lately there's always something sweet, and when she asks me to try it…"

"It's hard to say no when a pretty girl asks you to taste something she made. Know that feeling. Peanuts it is. If we had more time I'd consider ordering pizza, but…"

Kiba only now realized how much time has passed. He panicked a bit, with his rage now gone, his limbs became, heavier and heavier, as his body shut dow-

"BOOST! TRANSFER!"

Kiba jumped from a jolt of energy that ran through him. When he turned around, Issei already dismissed whatever he used to boost him, and moved towards the 'employee-only section.

"You're lucky that I have some clothes here that will fit you. You and Simon are about the same size, even if he's a little taller. I have a shirt and pants. I'll keep the vest and the bowtie, otherwise, I'll feel the urge to pay you."

Issei laughs lightly at his joke, while Kiba still stood confused.

"W-why?"

"I'm a bartender Kiba. That means part of my job is reading people. Rias is a regular here, so I like to think I have her character down pretty well. This meeting we are having today, it's pretty important. And if she sees you're unconscious, or absent, her mind won't be in the right place. I'd also like to think of this as giving you a chance to clear up whatever happened with you last night, but… It's something very personal to you. A vendetta you'll not let anyone help you with."

Kiba was uncomfortable. This guy had him figured out pretty well. But still, he couldn't let Rias help him. Not with this. She'd already given him more than he had deserved. He refused to take any more advantage of her while the object of his hatred still existed! While the souls of his family still can't rest in peace!

"The boost I gave you will not be permanent, and after it runs out, you'll crash hard. I won't reset it until midnight. I will give you until then, to do what you have to do. After that, you're on your own, and I won't cover for you anymore."

Kiba nodded, then quickly plastered a smile on his face, as the entrance bell chimed, announcing the arrival of visitors.

"Also, you need to take my manager out for a date."

Kiba turned his head so quickly that he was sure something snapped. But before he could properly process the pain, he was already hugged by the newest devil of the Gremory group, and soon after the King of his peerage herself. Issei watched the scene with a smile, before becoming serious. The meeting was soon to start, so it was time to put his game face on.

Observing the bar was mighty boring for Freed, but he was the only one who could use Excalibur Transparency. So the stakeout duty was his, whether he liked it or not. Kokabiel was also very thorough in his explanation of how the Holy element could be extracted from the living, a fate that awaited him should he give himself away. He just had to lie in wait until the meeting concluded, and report once the brown-haired man left for the woods. Then he was allowed to raise his own Heaven somewhere in the city.

He couldn't wait. He had a few tricks lent to him by old man Valper, and if he could score some extra good hits on those shitty exorcists, all the better! Maybe make sure their flimsy uniforms got scuffed a little, catch himself a little glimpse mayhaps? His internal cackling was interrupted by the door opening, a group of devils walking out. They seemed in a tense mood, but the pretty boy who made him lose Rapidly smiled nonetheless. How was he still alive after exposure to that much Holy Energy?

Before he could delve into that, however, his attention was almost entirely taken over by a presence in the air. He had nothing to compare it to, but it felt terribly restraining. If he was any closer it would make him breathe heavily. He now understood why Kokabiel wanted him to keep an eye out. The guy with the crotch rocket, he was strong.

He waited until he and the church chicks were almost out of visual range before he elected to follow them. He kept his distance, not too eager to experience that presence up close again. Call him crazy, but you could no longer be crazy if you were dead. Luckily, with the guy's tall height and beefy stature, they were easy to follow.

It took them a while to get to an average street and an average house. He moved in closer, seeing the guy cook, while the two sheep just sat around the table. He thought about approaching closer, but his senses, dialed up to 11 by the presence, detected… something. Something that he should not cross. Freed shook himself, the last vestiges of presence fading in the air. Now, he was allowed to cause some chaos.

Quickly consuming what Issei cooked for dinner, Irina and Xenovia prepared for the first of what could be many nights spent outside. They made plans with Issei's input, as he knew the area better. They had a route planned out, several routes in fact, and some locations that could be used for stakeouts.

The combat outfits all fitted and unstuck from… crevices, they cloaked up, exited the house, and locked it. But before they even made it off the driveway, they stiffened. There was something holy in the air. Xenovia kneeled down on the floor and soon found it. An upside-down cross, drawn in anointing oil.

"Actual blessed oil used to draw unholy symbols!"

"We're being baited. They want us to go somewhere."

"Cowards and heathens tremble before the might of God. Such cowardly ways will not stand before the righteousness of our cause."

The two exorcists checked the street, and soon found the next symbol, a pentagram. Kuoh was not a large town, yet it still took them over two hours to properly figure out the likely location of where the heathen wanted to lure them to. An empty storehouse block, some ways away. Right before they stepped out of the shadows of the ally, they split up, Xenovia bravely taking the front, and kicking in the door.

"Ahh, welcome, the lost child of God! Rejoice! For it is in this very room you shall go and meet your maker!"

"Freed Sellzen?! How dare you speak the Lord's name, after disrespecting the sacramental oil!"

"I dare, you christian bitch! Ol Yahwe has yet to smite me, even after killing and raping his devout followers! But maybe you're different? Why not let me spread your legs and see if God loves you more than he did them?"

Not willing to talk anymore, Xenovia raised Excalibur Destruction and dashed towards the unholy priest. But he vanished from sight, and only her honed instincts allowed her to turn mid-charge, and present a block to the blade that was not there.

"Tch. Of course, they send someone competent this time. And with some high-tier toys to boot. The last guy had one of those shiny sticks, but he could barely pass as a warrior. Always trying to intimidate their opponent first, such is the cowardly way of Heaven!"

"Silence heathen!"

It turned out that maybe keeping him talking would have been better. Xenovia managed to fend off the invisible attacker, but it was always too close for comfort. Slowly but surely she was pushed towards the center of the room. Until out of the very corner of her eye, she spotted something.

"DESTROY, EXCALIBUR!"

Smashing the heavy blade into the ground, she created a deep and wide crater, almost breaching the walls of the storehouse. She couldn't see anything in the dust. But that did not mean she was in any danger. Freed, who had been slowly approaching her from her side, was preparing to deliver the crippling blow before he felt an arrow pierce his shoulder.

"ARGH! WHAT THE FUCK?!"

High on the wall, a shadowy figure stood, and shot another arrow, this one barely grazing the crazy priest.

"Did you honestly think I was stupid enough to come all the way here by myself?"

"Kinda. I have a pretty low opinion of the catholic sheep."

"It matters not. We will retrieve the Excaliburs you've stolen, and return them to their rightful place, in the house of God!"

More arrows flew his way as he was charged from the side as well. But Freed still had an ace up his sleeve. Time to start his fun.

In the woods he stood, panting hard, lying on his back, gazing at the sky that was filled with stars. He remembered something similar when he escaped. Except it was colder, much colder. HE fell twice and rose again. When he fell the third time, he could only roll on his back, as his feet kept numbing.

He did not want to think about it. But the feeling in his hands brought with them another image, one of the innocent green eyes, staring happily at him. How could a simple request for healing bring Asia such joy? He barely stopped her from giving a prayer of thanks, by gently grabbing her hands. That made her blush, but before he could ponder on it, some friends from school called her over. He imagined being seen outside of school with the 'Prince of Kuoh' must be enough to raise her rep with her classmates considerably.

His nickname amused him internally. He never wanted to be a prince, he was a Knight. Yet any time he held a girl's gaze for longer than three seconds, they expected him to bring in a white horse and sweep them away. He didn't even like horses! Trying to learn mounted combat was a failure from the very start, with every steed in the Gremory household rejecting him. Except for a very big and scary mountain goat, who's eyes promised doom and broken bones.

His thoughts seemed to keep taking him to places best forgotten, so Kiba sat back up and looked towards the Excalibur, laying as pristine as before on the ground some ways away. Over an hour of struggle. Nothing. He could not do it. He was weak.

It was a bitter pill to swallow. You'd think that finding it meant he was strong enough. That it was a sign from… No. There was no plan. This was not an attempt to taunt him. This was a coincidence. And he'll take full advantage of it.

He's weak? He'll get stronger! Issei was strong! So strong he could share his power! He'll teach him! He understood. Otherwise, he'd already rat him out to Rias. Issei could help, right?

Kiba stood up, once more. Taking up the sharpest sword he had available, he prepared to cut some kind of hole in a boulder, to hide the Holy sword in. But before he could, a sonic boom rattled his being. Poised for combat he took stock of his surroundings, but finding nothing, he tried to gauge where it came from. Since it was coming from town, he thought to swiftly carve a niche, but then another explosion of air happened. Gritting his teeth, unwilling to leave his spoils out in the open, Kiba grabbed Excalibur and took flight.

"Phah. You bitches are pretty good. But I'm better!"

"If you're so good, why is your blood being spilled upon this battleground, whilst we've yet to take a scratch?

"Tis but a flesh wound! Besides, I'm not done playing with you yet. It's like a striptease, you don't take it off all at once!"

The exorcist's battle uniforms did indeed sport a few cuts, mainly concentrated around their chest. Nothing that would reveal them, but they certainly moved with more freedom than before.

"Lust is a cardinal sin. But no repentance shall absolve you of your sins, Freed. So be still, and let God judge you!"

They both attacked in tandem, Xenovia leading the charge with her Excalibur, and Irina following her, her own blade currently possessing the form of a plain eastern spear, which she called a naginata.

Xenovia swung her blade but Freed vanished from sight, using Transparency. Luckily, Irina was behind her, and kept a careful watch on any movement in the air, before swinging the naginata and clashing with the invisible blade.

Freed quickly disengaged, to block Xenovia who was swinging blindly, aiming for the same area Irina did. Another set of swings from the exorcists, but this time instead of dodging, he jumped on the flat of the blade of Destruction. Too late he realized that was a mistake.

"Destroy, Excalibur!"

The blast was smaller than before, but it was still enough to shatter the bones on his foot, and most likely crack his shins. This was it. Freed was done.

"Ahh, fuck, fuck, fucking FUCK!"

"It's over. Make peace with whatever made you stray from the Holy flock, for Heaven has no place for you."

"I'd cuss you out you catholic bitches but I think the pain is making my brain stall. FUCK!"

"I may grant you a swift death. But only if you tell us where Blessing and Rapidly are hidden."

"Pheh. I ain't tellin' you shit."

"We shall interrogate all devils in the area, but not before you tell us where you hid Blessing. You broke the Seventh Commandment, and even worse, you stole from God."

"I didn't steal them!"

"Lying won't do you any good. If there's any time to confess your sins, it's on death's door."

"Save those words for the stupid and the naive. I did not steal the Excaliburs. I just field-tested them."

"Then who was the thief?"

The two exorcists glared intently at the broken wounded banished priest, who instead of answering shifted his eyes to whatever was behind them. Too late, far too late, they noticed the encroaching shadows, swallowing up every speck of light.

"I was the one who stole Excaliburs."

Irina and Xrenovia both turned swiftly, their weapons poised and ready. But when they saw the owner of the voice, they paled in terror.

"K-kokabiel!"

Ever since coming home, Issei meditated, trying to balance out his inner energies. His attempts at forcefully breaking the seal kicked the boosted gear into overdrive and it just kept injecting draconic energy into his body. He imagined this was what taking steroids would feel like. He could not simply disperse the energy though, at least not at the bar or his parent's house. He took to taking long walks around dawn and to the woods, dispersing the excess into the atmosphere, but nothing could be done when he slept. The energies leaked out of him saturated his room and leaked into the rest of the house. It was a cause for concern.

The meditation he was doing was to synchronize his body. If that wouldn't work Issei would be forced to dive into the depths of his Sacred Gear, deeper than the part that housed his soul. Such a thing was theorized to be possible, but neither Issei nor Inari ever felt inclined to try.

The session was now nearing its second-hour mark, and some progress was achieved, but then Drraid snapped his partner out of trance.

"ISSEI!"

Before the Sekiryuutei could properly process the interruption he felt it. Intense amount of Holy Energy some two miles away. A literal explosion, a beacon calling upon something… or someone!

BOOST!

He was up and moving before he could even think, running out of his house without even his shoes on. Taking a leap and clearing the fence surrounding his property, he rolled when he landed. He resumed his sprint, dodging trees, while simultaneously surrounding himself with his Ki, reinforcing his body, along with the double power of the Boosted Gear.

He ran and made it into a large clearing, where he found a tired and injured Xenovia, wielding two Holy Swords, neither of them similar to the one she had when they met. By feel, he could sense the similarities in one of them though, so it must have been another piece of Excalibur. But before he could say a word, Xenovia spotted him and sagged in relief.

"Sekiryuutei! You must help Irina! She's-"

"She's dead. Or will be soon."

A new presence entered the clearing, making Issei's back tingle. Holy Energy, but tainted. A fallen angel. But, the only one so strong was Azazel, and the voice did not belong to him. Yet it was familiar…

An itch in his shoulder jogged his memory. The same shoulder that was pierced by-

"Kokabiel."

"Yes. It's been some time, hasn't it, Red Dragon Emperor."

The black-feathered wings, darker than night. He remembered those. He also remembered spewing a mouthful of flames on the side of the face that was now gone. He imagined that side itched the same as his shoulder did.

What was not familiar at all was the bulk of the fallen, nor the now SIX pairs of wings, spanning from his back. Then the Fallen stopped restraining his presence. It flared up, even more potently than the two Holy Swords Xenovia carried with her.

"Most impressive, exorcist. To think the Vatican would send the wielder of Durandal here. But you're no Vasco Strada. That's where they miscalculated. You shall now observe the rematch between me and the Red Dragon Emperor. And once his head rolls off his shoulder you shall carry it to town, so the Devils may know that there will be no help coming."

Issei stood still, thinking about what to do. No way would Balance Breaker suffice to combat this threat. But that left only…

"Partner, are you sure?"

"There's no better way."

"But this won't be the Bulwark, Issei, you never used the basic Drive more than twice!"

"It will be enough. It has to be."

Kokabiel talked about his grand scheme, but he seemed to realize he had only one listener, who was only half-conscious from the increasing pressure. He saw then the green and red aura surrounding the Red Dragon Emperor, and his eyes gained a hungry sheen.

"Yes! Do it! Let us fight once again, all-out from the very start!"

Xenovia, now on her knees, could barely look up towards her only hope. She could hear voices whispering, but could not comprehend what they were saying. It was only when Issei himself began speaking she could hear the words.

"I, who am about to awaken,

Am the Heavenly Dragon
who has stolen the principles of domination from God

I laugh at the 'Infinite',
and I grieve at the 'Dream'

I shall become the Red Dragon of Domination

And I shall sink you
to the depths of the crimson purgatory!"

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