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 3: Curriculum Vitae
Ever since his little stunt against the girls from the Kendo club, the difference in attitude Malekith or rather Issei received from his supposed peers, was notable. Still the disgust filled stares persisted, but no longer were they accompanied by disdain. Today was the day he would be further inducted into the Devils, the daemons of this world ruled by four Daemon Princes if he understood the vague similarities accurately. They seemed more liberal and helpful towards their kin, but perhaps it was merely façade they used on their hopeful aspirants. A tried and true tactic for Chaos and their worshippers.
One thing he had apparently missed was that during daylight hours, he felt slightly drowsier, whereas during night-time he was fully invigorated and did not notice the absence of exhaustion. Initially he had thought that it was his own lust for knowledge and healthy paranoia that had led him this far.
This Rias Gremory, a Devil, who had resurrected this body, held dominance over Malekith and the very thought of someone ever commanding the Son of Aenarion made his blood boil in anger. This rage was what had led him to the hideout of the Fallen and massacring those who would kill him on sight.
Yet due to his own weakness and avarice, a single one of them present was spared.
Raynare was a Fallen Angel, treacherous and prone to subterfuge. She had begged on her knees to serve and had showed her enthusiasm in ways he would expect from most common of harlots, but to the Witch King she would prove to be a useful pawn of his own. Let Gremory think he was her servant, and he would take everything from her, starting from that promising sorceress by her side. Such talent couldn't go to waste after all and through all his life, the sorcerer thought himself as an able educator and a leader. He would coax the darker emotions seeping from her like pus and mould them into a cruel weapon of jagged edges and poisonous barbs so none could match her on the battlefield.
"Issei-teme…"
Of course, this world had presented ample challenges already. This world was ruled by merchants and influences. To master such a world, one had to master the influence and laws they used. It was marvellously complex, labyrinthine and could give him a clear path to rise in prominence on this island once he understood the strings that needed to be pulled. He had learned of America and on surface level was reminded of a lusher Naggaroth. Yet they had foolishly given their slaves freedom.
"Oi, Issei!"
Another issue was the modern technology, complex enough that it could have been considered magic in his old world, yet so intuitive that it almost felt like a toy. His first victim had been the mobile phone, whom he had failed to unlock and gather its secrets. Now he had a new, far simpler device, one whose principles of working he knew rather well, or so he told himself.
"Oi, bastard, look at me, when I'm talking to you!" A voice he had heard yesterday growled and the sorcerer finally chose magnanimously to grace this person with his undivided attention. It was one of the girls of the Kendo Club, who was standing before him, fists balled, and anger as concealed as a dagger in assassin's hands.
"Yes, Miko, what did you want?" he raised his eyebrow and put down the "Advanced level Physics book", truly human science here was something to behold.
"Kiba-san wants to talk to you, you better don't make him wait" she screeched, and it was understandable for Kiba Yuuto, a classmate of Issei's was someone that could be different from Issei as night and day. He was born of European descent, gifted with fair features and good natured to all those around him. This made him an obvious male favourite among the female majority of the school, likening him to a character from 'shoujo mangas', something Malekith was not familiar with, but from context surmised them to be romantic tales crafted for daydreaming and often delusional maidens.
"Then he can come to me himself" Malekith closed his book and allowed his gaze pan around the room, where he saw Kiba Yuuto resting against the doorsill, a pleasant grimace greeting him.
"You seemed to be deep in trying to understand how to read, so in graciousness he wished not to bother you too much, lecher."
"How gracious of him, I'll let him know my gratitude" the Witch King stood up from his desk and shot a wry smirk at her "However, I doubt you'll ever receive his"
This caused some huffs and Miko's swift exit from the class, which increased the muttering among the children, but he paid to it no heed. What interested him was Yuuto's raised eyebrow and a ghost of smile that he might have missed, if he was anyone else.
Walking over to the blonde, the sorcerer noted with distaste that the "Prince of Kuoh" was taller by himself, not by much, but enough for the old elf to be acutely reminded of his old body.
"What did you want Yuuto-san?" these honorifics tired him, but until enough power was gained they required to be used.
"I wish to invite you to the Occult Research Club" he smiled and immediately Malekith was reminded of a knight. Someone like Tyrion or the Last King of Bretonnia, perhaps, but the way he carried himself gave credence to his status in the school, not even factoring in the powers of the Devils he carried within himself.
"I see" the brown-haired boy nodded "Very well, lead the way"
Unbothered by the whispers, the two of them departed towards the overgrown building that served as the current base of operations of the Devils. On the way there, Yuuto tried to strike up a conversation
"You know I expected you be different"
"Near death experiences change people, I suppose" he smiled "Although we can remove the 'near' part"
This caused Kiba to snicker and he nodded "Too right, I suppose. I believe you'll fit in right with the rest of us"
Interesting, how many of these devils were there in Kuoh Academy?
It turned out that underneath Rias Gremory were four Devils if he would include himself. There was Rias and her raven-haired confidante, Kiba Yuuto and a petite white-haired girl that introduced herself as Koneko Toujo.
What he was not thrilled about was that he was called there not to further his education in devilhood, but also work towards generating funds and favours for their devilish mistress.
"And then she told me that it was all just good fun!" the grown man cried his heart out to the brown-haired teenager at a nearby Café. This pathetic sack of flesh in front of him was crying that his lover had jilted him by replacing him recently with a younger and more successful man. To Malekith, such weakness disgusted him to the very marrow of the bones, but this was his first assignment by Gremory and he was sure to succeed in its execution.
"What's your problem here, exactly?" the Witch King put down a glass of iced tea and looked at the man in his 30 years of age. He was utterly unremarkable, save for the desperation leaking from his every pore.
"I-I loved her!" he loudly proclaimed and Malekith shrugged, not caring that it drew eyes on them
"And she did not. You should consider yourself lucky that you did not marry this woman or worse, father a child with her"
"I want you to help me to get her back" he proclaimed, and this made the elven sorcerer die a little bit inside. If he had the freedom to act with impunity, he would kill the man in front of him for wasting his time, yet this was most likely a test, so the Lord of Naggaroth had to make sure that this pathetic waste of space was satisfied in execution of his request.
"Do you really want her back or just the physical benefits she gave to the relationship" from what he gathered, the woman in question was a university student and their relationship began as a casual one. It was not out of question that money was being exchanged for love and the client had just forgotten this as time went on.
"I-,I-" he tried to stammer, but to Malekith it confirmed his own previous hypothesis.
The Witch King sighed, restraining himself from acts of violence and sorcery "Do you perhaps wish for me to brainwash her to return to you? It is doable or if you wish to convince her yourself, I trust that there would be no problems for me to return her to you, be she willing or not…"
He continued to illustrate all possible unethical solutions to solve this pathetic bastard's problem and the salaryman grew paler and paler with each suggestion, the elven sorcerer had gone even to the lengths of describing how he could engineer the cruel fall of the woman's family and her new lover, so that she would have no other option than to return to him.
"Stop! Enough, I get what you mean" the salaryman banged his hand on the table as the rest of the café turned their heads to see the scene of the outburst "Some help you claimed to be"
"I told you the best cause of action in your situation." The teenager tapped his finger to the glass surface of the table "should you have wished for vengeance against her or even misfortune for the new lover, I would have given you the help you required with no questions asked, no evidence and witnesses."
Looking him straight in the eye, the elven king offered the human male one last bit of advice "There is no force in the universe that can make a person love you. Move on and find someone else. However, should you wish for vengeance, turn to us again and your former lover will be ruined."
After that, Malekith rose from the table and left, allowing the human to pay for the bill. If this was his what his life as a Devil looked like, then the sooner he left Rias' employ, the better.
In the pocket of his blazer, the Witch King felt the mobile telephone device vibrate, indicating that someone was attempting to establish a line of communications with him.
"I'm listening?" he asked and on the other line he heard Gremory's sonorous voice.
"I hope I didn't interrupt-"
"Next time give me a request of elimination or something that does not require me to listen to middle aged men crying about lost lovers" he growled into the speaker of the device as he watched cars pass him by as he walked back to their base.
On the other end the redheaded devil sounded as if she understood his pain implicitly and sighed quite loudly, forcing the Lord of Druchii to put the device farther from his ear, as if not to damage his hearing.
"I'll make sure to give you something more interesting next time" she said, trying to placate him "I just received my payment and a follow-up request? What did you tell the man, Issei?"
She succeeded as the Witch King found his rage momentarily subsiding, but it was more of his further designs rather than her own charm. Though he would not mind her as one of his possessions when he would take his first steps on the international stage of the supernatural.
"I consulted him, he decided that he needed more advice" Malekith turned on his heel as the light turned green "humans are quite the loathsome creatures, are they not?"
"…That is quite cold of you to abandon humanity so quickly" she sounded almost worried through the phone, but to the Witch King this was possibly just another ploy or just naïve concern for him.
"I'm not abandoning humanity; I'm just understanding it a little bit better" he watched as the café came back into the view and the salaryman sat there pale as a leaf "I will make sure that he does not pick an unwise course of action"
"I see," he could hear the relief in her voice, naively unaware that her and Malekith's senses of morality greatly differed "well, it's a good thing that you seized the initiative. He was a first-time customer, so I was not aware of just how tiring listening to this man could be"
"It's nothing Rias-san" the Witch King let some warmth seep into his voice "though you should remember that you promised me that you'd teach me the basis of Devil magic when I would return"
On the other end, he heard her calling for Akeno and decided that it was to end the conversation and cancelled the call. As the sun bore down on him, he decided that he should prepare the necessary arrangements for the impeding contract.
Sitting down at the table, he flashed the human an amused grin
"I take it that you decided to take my words to heart" he steepled his fingers and the salaryman nodded nervously. He would likely regret his choices after ordering the misfortune to fall on those that humiliated him, that would lead him deeper into despair and once more into the darkness of the devil's web, where it would be either Gremory or himself, who would make the most of it.
"So, who is it going to be, your former lover, who threw you away or her new love, who stole her from you?"
"Please, Yuuma-chan-ACK" the Yakuza grovelled before her as the knife slit his throat.
Serving under Issei Hyoudou was a nightmare. The boy was cruel and demanding taskmaster and since yesterday she had been killing, hypnotizing, lying and intimidating her way through the underworld of Kyoto so that she could have her life, or what remained of it. Being the nearest city to Kuoh, her master had decided it as their goal of conquest.
At first Raynare had thought to simply warn Kalawarner and flee with Asia to a different Grigori base, but the Devil bastard had put a seal on her body that she couldn't remove. He called it a soul-cage and it acted as a shock collar attached to her very soul. Should she disregard him, the Fallen Angel would first feel pain, then death, if she persisted. The first time it happened as she was outside his designated area of where they would begin her work, she was in flight and her body was wracked with pain as if it was pierced with arrows, battered with hammers and slashed with swords.
Amused bastard had called her then and given her next directives.
Which led her tonight to a rich traditional estate just outside the city, where the Makugawa Yakuza Clan held their quarterly meeting to discuss the recent imprisonment of their Oyabun and further actions as the police cracked down on their illegal activities.
The Raven-haired angel had slipped inside the event as one of the escort girls for the gangsters and used the moment before the festivities to begin her slaughter.
Looking down on the man who had propositioned her first, he was drowning in his own blood and inside his jacket she spied an elaborate tanto. It would be much better than the kitchen utensil, she nicked from the kitchens.
"Sorry ugly" she smirked at the corpse and shed her clothing completely. It was a nice dress and she'd to have it ruined "You didn't have it what it took to make a girl happy"
Materialising her wings, she exited the room, enjoying the looks of bewilderment as the feathery appendages flicked slightly. She could sense their lust and like sunlight to a flower, the angel could feel her soul soar on the wave of attention given at her.
"Hello boys~" she cooed, winking at the drunk gangsters and their women for the night that had gathered around huge tables covered with delicacies and naked women on whom sushi was being served "Those who will beg to be my servants now will be spared excruciating deaths"
"What are you doing here you Grigori whore?" a bald elderly man surrounded by two naked schoolgirls pointed his fan at her that started to glow blue.
"Taking over for my master" Raynare smiled viciously.
Her wings flicked and everyone in the room knew death.
Black feathers like daggers exploded through the room, lodging themselves into anyone unfortunate enough to fall upon their trajectory, their unfortunate victims lacerated and disembowelled by the sharp projectiles. The old man remained untouched, a blue glowing forcefield absorbing her blows. A sage working for the yakuza? Now that was something new for the fallen angel, but that man was nothing, but a talking corpse.
As those fortunate enough to survive fled for their lives, Raynare's attention was on the tattooed man wielding a fan that shone with pure ki.
"I didn't expect a sage here" she snarled and summoned her spear, blocking a wave of spiritual energy "Yet your resistance makes no difference"
"We'll see about that" the bald man rushed towards her, expecting her wings to hamper her movements in the traditional Japanese celebration hall. How cute it was that he thought so. Raynare dashed backwards, sending a torrent of feathers that was easily blocked, but while the arrogant human might have expected it to do nothing, she had a trick up her sleeve.
Throwing her spear of light, she was rewarded with a grunt of pain as the monk tripped on the ruined floor and before he could recover, the Fallen Angel had launched herself at him. With a rain of feathers the two clashed and fell on the ground, Raynare landing a flurry of blows on the old man, who admirably endured her punches even as the force-field slowly faded.
"Praying to Budha won't do anything at all" she teased and cocked her fist back as she straddled his hips, enjoying how disgusted the man looked as she felt him harden beneath her. She would enjoy sending this one to oblivion.
"Greet Satan for me, Fallen whore, as I send you to hell" he snarled and made one desperate attack with his fan that shattered against her spear of light.
"I think not" she offered her enemy a vicious smirk and stabbed down on him with the same weapon, enjoying as blood splattered in the air, covering her naked body crimson.
"Where's your bravado now, you old fuck?!" she jeered and continued to stab the body until it resembled nothing but a puddle of minced meat. Exhaling loudly and proudly, the Fallen Angel stood up from the ground and raised her wings to block a hail of bullets coming her way.
"Now that wasn't very nice, boys" she snarled and answered with her own hail of blades that silenced the offending party. Seeing the bodies crumble, the raven-haired woman's face twisted into a self-indulgent grin as she sauntered towards the table with a sway of her hips and with a soft "aha!" picked up a surviving bottle of sake. She pulled out the cork by her teeth and enjoyed the burning sensation of alcohol in her mouth as she took a large swig of the liquid.
"Don't think I don't see you" the blood covered woman dematerialised her wings and pointed the half-empty bottle at the four covering humans in the corner of the room "If you swear fealty, I wont kill you, like the rest of them~"
They smelled of urine and fear, but she supposed that every criminal organization had to start somewhere. From the room where she had killed her first human for tonight, Raynare heard the ringing of a telephone. Dashing towards the beeping device, she found that indeed it was Issei, who was calling her.
Cursing her breath, she eyed the bottle of sake as she picked up the phone. Hopefully, the newborn devil wouldn't have more work for her right now.
"Master!" she faked her pleasantness "What is it that you require of me"
"Your immediate location" he demanded in that bored/aggressive voice of his and though it was deeper then what she remembered as Yuuma, Raynare paid it no mind.
"Makugawa estate, the central hall. I've done what you've asked, Master" she boasted, puffing out her chest as she spied if the remaining humans wouldn't attempt anything foolish "Maybe you could consider a reward for your loyal servant?" so that she could find someone to actually kill him and gain her freedom.
"I expected that it would take longer for you to I think your execution of the task could use some work" behind her came a voice and she whipped around in sheer terror as she saw his form cloaked in shadow step outside magic circle that had formed on the floor.
"However, I am pleased by your efficiency" he turned his back on her and faced the surviving humans. To them he must have looked like death himself, a being wrought in pure shadow, with two green orbs shining from its hood.
"I deeply apologize for the carnage my companion has caused" he addressed the surviving gangsters "However, this is an opportunity for you, in fact."
"W-what do you mean?" one of the surviving men asked and she could feel malevolence radiating from his form. Towering above their crouched forms the shadow clad teenager allowed himself to explain what should have been obvious.
"Your superiors are dead, the Oyabun is soon to follow in their steps. Your organization requires direction and with my supernatural assistance and your skills, I believe that Makugawa Clan will rise again" he said, before adding with a dark satisfaction only she managed to pick out "Much higher than even before."
"H-how do we trust you?" a different man asked and Raynare continued to slowly drink the sake. Who knew when she would get more time to herself?
She knew that it was not Issei, but the creature puppeteering the body had chosen to use the boy's name for himself and who was she to disregard her extortionist's chosen mask. Though it did make her wonder just what he was. He may have smelled like a devil and used their tricks, but she didn't believe that it was just a Sacred Gear or something similar.
"Is human faith not rewarded by God? Serve me and you will see that god is rewarding to those that choose to let him inside their hearts"
It made her insides all tingly as she saw them fall before the shadowy figure, prostate themselves in their refuse and proclaim eternal servitude. If this was her new occupation, then perhaps the Fallen Angel would be alright with serving such a master.
"Come to me, my raven" in the dusk of the room Raynare saw his green eyes filled with lust and that stroked her own desire. To have a powerful man want her gave her pride that she was attractive enough for him to command this directly. She had laid with kings, warriors, villains and mages alike, but they all started like this, arrogant and too sure of their supremacy. In the end they ended up enslaving themselves to her.
Sitting in a plush couch in a hotel Issei had teleported them to in Kyoto, she glided closer to him, sitting in his lap as one of his hands snaked around her hips. She still wore the dress she had used when pretending as an escort, but the devil with her did not mind at all.
"The night is still young, with such fine company, whatever shall I do with you?" he rasped, and, in that moment, she saw that the being that inhabited the human's body was far older than he seemed, one who knew just how to treat women such as her. After taking a sip from the crystal glass, he offered the crimson liquid to her. Smiling she shook her head and the former human set down the glass onto the stand next to their cosy nest.
"I see that you have a fine vintage by your side, but should you wish, you could sample something far older and far more delicious~" she answered throatily, caressing her master's cheek. Like lightning, his hand shot out and grasped the angel by her ivory throat.
"I think that sampling is too little for what I have in mind for you" he whispered in her ear.
With her mind growing hazy with lust and the sheer need for debauchery threatening to overwhelm her senses, the Grigori bit her lip as the hand holding her neck let go, only to clutch a fistful of her raven locks, firmly enough to hurt, but in such a pleasant way. Raynare held back a whimper as the hand that been holding her hip grasped her left breast as underneath her, she felt a response that agreed with her sentiment of a night spent in rutting like beasts.
"Excellent" he whispered, pleased by her as he placed a kiss on her neck "Now let there be no more words"
As the Fallen Angel ran her hands down the sides of his body, The Fallen Angel was rewarded by a firmer pull on her hair. She loved a man who knew how to take charge.
A.N:
All previous chapters were edited to fix some characteristic errors, expand on dialogues and rewrite Raynare's reward. If you want more explicit stuff let me know.
We're going to do some worldbuilding until its time for the rating game against Riser, but before that we're going to have at least two chapters with Peerage/school shenanigans and what dark empire Malekith is building underneath the nose of Rias and co.
Responses to the reviews:
Incognito:
I sent you a PM about that, if anyone has any advice/tips, I'll gladly hear them out.
rc48177:
Most definitely, Rias is lucky that she is a rather laissez faire mistress when it comes to her servants, something Malekith won't hesitate to exploit in his own way. Hopefully I'll be able to make him break away in a very satisfying, yet feasible way.
If you have any questions, suggestions, I'll be glad to answer them.
Have a nice day! Be merry!
-Spook