The Witch King's Reincarnation Into a Useless Pervert

When Raynare killed Issei, a different dying soul took place that should have been his own.

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Warning: Rated M for adult content

Chapter 2: Cloaked in malevolent shadows

Ddraig was keenly aware that something was wrong.

He had been slumbering in his newest host for nearly two decades and as years passed, he caught scant glimpses of the life the human boy had led. He was a carefree soul, much more than his previous hosts and from what the great dragon saw, was shaping to be holder of his talent that would suit his temperament. Until the Heavenly Red Dragon had rested enough, he would meet Issei Hyoudou properly.

To him it seemed that an enjoyable cooperation was looming on the horizon.

However, when Issei's heart stopped, that dream was shattered.

The Boosted Gear had started to disintegrate and soulscape to cry out as oblivion slowly claimed it. That was until a formless shadow forced its way into the Loginus itself. Something that the old dragon had thought impossible to see. It was utterly alien for a better word, carrying with itself something that Ddraig couldn't even begin to comprehend. What he could understand was that this shadow was powerful, perhaps too powerful in fact to be Issei's soul. If Ddraig had wanted to sleep for a little while more, indulge in dreams of riches and princesses, the Welsh Dragon needed to know what had happened, what had changed in his host.

With distaste he soon understood that his host would live, however, as one of Lucifer's ilk. Yet it was preferable to waiting even longer until he would be given to another by the currents of fate. Yet the shadow remained omnipresent presence with the soul which now hosted the Boosted gear.

Yet with another grim realisation, the crimson dragon saw that it was not Issei, who lived in this body any longer.

Bloodlust, hatred, pride and crippling regrets were merely glimpses of what the Heavenly Dragon could see and it made him wonder just what sort of life this being had led. As the Devils delivered the boy's body to his room, the soul that had devoured Issei's slowly grew acclimatised to its newest surroundings. In the pitch black darkness Ddraig could see shadowy limbs, shapes of elaborate armour moving around in the darkness, caressing and nursing this soul as its essence seeped into it. A sight as such he had not seen before.

Such myriad of memories the Dragon could see and many more he could feel, almost viscerally in his very bones. Though, through it all one such memory was vivid and one Ddraig had a privy to.

He was human, no he was something else. Much more than that, he was taller than Issei could ever be and had pointed ears and eyes that could see much farther and hear where a single drop of dew would fall. A terrible war was being raged, one for the survival of the world, against forces even Devils would abhor and fear.

He was a child then.

Riding on a horse, he accompanied a richly armoured person, who was guiding him towards the summit of a hill, from which rolling hills and verdant plains could be seen. In the distance glimmered castles on par with Heaven itself.

It was Ulthuan, the memory supplied. He was a child of war and that man that rode next to him was his father. A leader of this race, an exemplar in combat and leadership. He could feel the love oozing towards this man, the admiration of his skills and the unquestioned submission that only a patriarch could have from his scions.

"How does it feel to ride your first horse Malekith?" the golden figure asked and above them a flap of wings could be heard and through this Malekith's eyes, Ddraig could see faint outlines of Dragons soaring overhead, flying past cloud girdled mountains.

"It's amazing!" he found himself replying in a melodic, albeit childlike voice.

Chuckling, the father of Malekith smiled with amusement "Wait until you get a chance to ride a Dragon, ha!"

This memory fled him faster than he could grasp more of what was happening. Instead, what he caught next was suffering of unimaginable nature, the pain of burning, something that Ddraig now only experienced for the first time. He could only roar and trash as in the memory the raven-haired man could do the same. Such unbearable pain sent the Welsh Dragon scurrying away in the darkness of the soulscape as the shadow that clung to this Malekith's soul enveloped it like a cocoon, unwilling to let go and even less willing for someone else to touch it.

The Dragon could only wait as when he attempted to burn this cocoon down with his breath, an impenetrable web curtailed his efforts, stifling his snout until he ceased attempting to destroy the mysterious shadow.

When his host had awoken this change could not be denied.

Truly this Malekith was different from Issei as night from day. Whereas Issei was warm, affectionate and sometimes quite stupid, Malekith was serious, studious and utterly ruthless. Perhaps Albion would have preferred this guy, but Ddraig could notice that his host possessed also charm that was buried underneath all the memories. If he had not seen the memories of this person and witnessed his mortal nature, he could have sworn that his host's soul was that of a fellow Dragon, albeit plagued with absence of healthy greed.

Now in company of Devils, the Welsh Red Dragon would give this being time to impress him. It would be a shame if he ended less than what Issei could have been.

"Could you repeat that again" the brown-haired boy asked to Rias as they sat in the ORC (Occult Research Club) clubhouse's comfortable and plush leather chairs as she had carefully explained to him, his circumstances.

Today was a mixed bag. After his resurrection, Issei was acting strange to say the least. One one hand he possessed enough firepower to incapacitate a fallen angel quickly, but on the other- his personality seemed to have been flipped on its head.

He was marginally more serious and seeing what he had done to the Kendo Club's girls made the Gremory heiress almost wary of him. Had the shadow influenced him so much?

"You are a Devil, resurrected by a magical artifact" she explained patiently, sipping from her tea, while the newborn devil had to even touch his cup "Which now means that your human life is irrevocably over."

"What part of that says that I must be your servant?" he asked, and Akeno was the one to hiss out an answer in her stead.

"Rias resurrected you! your servitude is the least you can do in exchange for your worthless life!" the Nephilim turned Devil hissed, but the Gremory heiress raised her hand with to calm down her childhood friend.

"It's how Evil pieces work, I'm afraid" Rias pulled out her King's piece and smiled as she attempted to summon the eight pawns inside Issei. The effect was instantaneous, with the teenager's serious expression turning into one of surprise as he clutched at his chest.

"It's not like I'm enslaving you" she released the piece and immediately was on her guard as a dark mood overcame Issei as he only nodded his head at this information, clearly not content with this revelation. She hoped that he wouldn't try anything stupid soon, he didn't seem the type even if some otherworldly shadow was influencing him.

"Think of it as being a part of brotherhood of immense value" She raised a finger "Now your lifespan is almost limitless; you have wings and access to resources you normally wouldn't have as a human. And in return, all you have to do is help me from time to time"

"My soul won't be tormented for eternity if I die?" he finally asked, a question she was not ready for at all "I won't be turned into a mindless berserker, twisted into horrific form or driven to the brink of insanity?"

"Why would you ask that?" Rias recoiled at all the suggested possibilities, each sounding stranger that the last "Well, some new-born devils embrace their new powers too much and that results in some mayhem, but it's nothing that happens often as long as the subject in question doesn't delve too much into the demonic transformations"

"For example," she smiled and materialised her black, batlike wings "This is my devil form. We get only wings, if you should try it, the results should be somewhat similar"

Issei nodded, but still eyed her with suspicion and she could feel the demonic power manifesting. Truly all eight pawns seemed to do him justice if this was the sheer power he was showing right now.

With anticipation, she awaited her pawn's immediate transformation, but was shocked when nothing came of it, leaving her honestly quite puzzled. She'd have to write Grayfia about this. How often was it that the Devil didn't have their wings?

"I feel as if nothing has changed" he deadpanned, and the Priestess of Thunder tilted her head at the anticlimactic transformation. Looking Issei up and down, she circled around him and then turned to the redheaded devil.

"He smells like a devil and yet not, probably the shadow magic we saw when he was reborn"

"That makes sense, while it does make things a bit more difficult, it's not crippling as there are many more ways to gain quick momentum"

"If I am going to serve you, there will have to be clear cut lines between the two of us"

"Ooh, Rias this is good!" Akeno chimed in and received a withering glare that only seemed to egg her on "Maybe we can make him do our accounts, I'm swamped with all the contracts that haven't been archived properly"

"Do as you will" the boy replied without any interest and continued without missing a beat that seemed to shut up the Nephilim, who hadn't grown used to such treatment, especially from the opposite sex "Firstly, I require that our relationship be that of a vassal, not a servant"

It was strange demand, but she understood it as him wishing to have more dignity on paper, something she could understand with male pride being what it was. Yet it was even stranger that it was for Issei, who for being a pervert had grown a backbone.

"Agreed, but you will still listen to my orders" she pressed on and the teenager nodded, unperturbed as Akeno slid on the couch, dangerously next to him, with the explicit intent to tease and provoke the self-proclaimed pervert.

"As long as they are reasonable" he nodded and completely ignored Akeno who had leaned dangerously close.

"What happened to you Issei-kun?" she asked, and the teenager did not grace her with an answer.

Instead, he continued to list his wishes, no matter how insolent they may have been "My second demand is that my parents be relocated to a prosperous country and provided for the rest of their lives"

"Why? Its rather extreme, don't you think?"

"It's perfectly normal, I think" Issei spooled his fingers "As I am certain that I will outlive them and I do not wish to burden them with this fate, also this will allow me with much greater freedom to act in your interests"

"That's quite far seeing, but it would cost a considerable sum to relocate them and ensure they live comfortably, I can't promise that immediately, but should you prove yourself, an arrangement can be made" Rias argued. She knew that it would be more than doable with the vast wealth of Gremory, not even considering Lucifer's fortune that Sizerchs had inherited from the previous satans. However, in good faith she couldn't allow her pawn to walk over her, no matter how clever or useful he made himself to be, so boundaries needed to be upheld. Especially since she felt that things were a lot more than they seemed at the first glance.

"Then I have no further questions. I trust that you will use an intermediary to talk with me in school, given my reputation, right?"

"Um, can't we just use Line to communicate?" the redheaded girl was even more surprised as a strange look came over the pawn's face, switching between confusion and sudden apprehension.

"…My phone was destroyed; it will take some time to get a new one…"she had a feeling that Issei was keeping something from her. Why did everything have to be so complicated with this boy? She was honest to Maou, starting to re-evaluate her current choices as her pawn continued to act as if nothing had happened.

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow at school, but please try not to provoke any of the Kendo Club girls, they came to the Student Council with a request to form a lynch mob for your brutish ways against them"

"As long as they refrain of attempting to cause me bodily harm" the pervert turned enigma nodded and rose from his seat, giving both girls a slight nod as he exited the room.

Once Issei was gone and enough time had passed for the newborn devil to make himself scarce, the Gremory heiress let out a long suffering sigh and leaned her head back. She closed her eyes and feeling soft hands touch her cheeks, she opened them to see Akeno cupping her face and staring at Rias with nothing, but pure affection.

"I have a distinct feeling that this isn't exactly Issei Hyoudou whom I made into my pawn" she admitted to herself with a long-suffering sigh "this goes against everything we know about him"

Akeno merely smiled and let Rias face go and sat beside her on the couch "If it's something dangerous, you have all of your peerage, your family and Satan Lucifer backing you. There is no way that Issei could take all of them at once or deal with your onii-sama"

"Yes" she admitted the fact, but couldn't shake the unease at seeing the Fallen angel's mutilated form, lying on the ground before the pawn, who looked calmer than Akeno on a good day, hands alight with magic she had never seen "I trust that we can deal with him if anything goes wrong. It's best to keep him in the more dangerous request bracket, where we can further see just what he is made of"

"That's the smart devil I know" the Nephilim smiled as she reached for the tea tray, before a gentle hand-gesture interrupted her.

"I wish to do the dishes myself this time" the redhead smiled "There are things I need to mull over"

"As you wish, I'll tell the others that you won't be coming for a while"

Raynare was not a Fallen Angel who was easily worried. After all she had established this smooth little operation, working underneath the Devils nose, fishing for more powerful Sacred Gears and what luck was that Kalawarner had gotten a hold of little innocent Asia Argento.

It was almost touching, how trusting the girl was and that only made the next step of their plan so much easier. The preparations of the ritual to steal the Twilight Healing gear was well underway and it would save many of her kindred from certain death. Unlike the wretched Devils, the Fallen like their heavenly comrades couldn't increase their numbers and this was where Asia's abilities were so damn useful.

However, as the skies darkened as orange sun set, she grew apprehensive at Dohnaseek's failure to report back. It was not in his style to wander around, that was more Mittelt's style, who had gotten bored three or so hours ago. Kalawarner was still minding Asia and there was some hope that the male Grigori would return tonight. Else it would spell trouble for them as there was a high likelihood that they were in fact discovered and the hell-spawn were on their doorstep.

The dark-haired fallen angel paced around the bell tower of the ruined church, watching the barriers so that no one would enter the premises without her exact say so. Mittelt was gone God knows where and to her it was terrible to say the least. Leaving her alone in the decrepit church with not even single a good-looking partner to ease her loneliness.

In the distance she saw sensed Mittelt's energy, albeit weakly as she was just standing there, barely inside the barrier, refusing to move onwards. That didn't feel quite right and her gut called that this was a trick. She tried to scry for the location of the fellow angel, but all she found was darkness that surrounded the area she was in.

However, Raynare was not a coward, nor someone who'd leave a comrade in danger. As long as Mittelt's life energy was stable, she knew that they could probably handle it. While monitoring the pulsating energy of the blonde girl. If it disappeared, it meant that she was dead and there was nothing she could do to save her.

Wind blew in her hair as she stepped atop of the church, spreading her two wings as she looked to the forest where the younger looking angel could be seen. She was still there and hadn't moved an inch. All it took was a single gust of air and she was soaring- with two jet black wings on her back that carried her further and further.

Thankfully flying remained the same, no matter was she Fallen or still in Heaven. The sensation of wind surrounding, caressing her was enough for the angel to perk up after such a long and exhausting day. Almost languidly, she readied a lance of light in her hand as she approached the location of her peer before she felt someone else appear beside blonde Grigori.

She felt that the presence was familiar, but who? Regardless of that, they had to die for discovering their base!

However, she could not hurl her spear in time as two bolts of darkness tore through her beautiful wings, and she fell once more. Hands outstretched against the darkening sky; she screamed in fear as solid dirt rapidly approached. There was nothing she could do to brace for her fall, but still she desperately tried as they flapped impotently in the air.

Was she going to die today?

Shouting in pain or was its terror, Raynare found herself hitting the ground painfully as a small cloud of dust rose around her and with a simple gust it was gone. Through the pain and disorientation, she felt Mittelt vanish from her senses and not wanting to believe that this was possible, the dark-haired woman struggled to stand up before it was too late.

Pain wracked her entire body and she sluggishly managed to rise on her knees only to see a bloody hand protruding from her comrade's chest, holding her now stilled heart as a shadowy figure stood behind her.

"Hello Yuuma" a cold voice drawled, and the Fallen Angel's corpse was thrown in front of her. Mittelt's glassy eyes looked at her pleadingly, but that did not matter now. Standing in front of her, reeking of Devil and something else stood one Issei Hyoudou, whose entire being seemed to be cloaked in the darkness "I believe that I have you to thank for my indentured servitude to the Devils"

"You were supposed to be dead!" she cried out and dispassionately the brown-haired boy crushed the heart in his hands, sending blood and viscera splashing around. Perplexedly, he was spotless, his clothes pristine even after the act "How are you still alive? Damn you!"

Issei only smiled and she noticed that his eyes had changed their colour to most toxic green she had ever seen. The newborn devil shook his head and the bloody hand was alit with destructive energy, one far different from the Devils, one that seemed to be wrong in its very inception, yet it felt…divine?

"You succeeded; Issei Hyoudou is no more" the brunette informed her as he knelt to her eye level. In his almost glowing eyes, she saw nothing that could be interpreted as mercy.

"Should you wish to remain amongst the living, you will surrender your life, your very soul to me"

For the first time in centuries, Raynare was feeling truly and utterly terrified. Seeing her in this pathetic state, the Devil merely smiled.

A.N:

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Ashrazal:

If I wanted Delfs as a faction, I'd finish my GATE crossover's first draft. Currently Mal is as strong as Rias, which is the bracket I can comfortably put him in, but this is him being out of shape and unprepared for the world around him. The fact that he's slapping the Grigori around is just his own sneaky nature and something else that came with him from the End Times.

Phantom~: Thanks for the review! Pairings are mostly what you see, but not all girls are made equal, and no real-life harem functioned as such. You'll see what I mean soon enough, when the acclimatisation period has gone and the Witch King has found his footing on Earth. The thing with Malekith is used to sleeping with the most reprehensible, shameless, debauched, beautiful women of his race and I doubt that DxD has anything on the way perv-o-meter that would shock him.

Next up, more Malekith's shenanigans to improve his own surroundings

Be merry

-Spook