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
A.N: I'll rewrite parts of the previous chapter as I could have done something more original with the plot, which explains the mismatch with Malekith says here and what happened to Asia and Kalawarner
Chapter 6: Lust and Greed intertwined
His new life as a Devil was proceeding smoother than Malekith could have thought possible. No longer looking in the mirror disgusted the Elven King, who had found out that his height, muscle mass and even facial features were changing to resemble those of his former self, even it was at a slug's pace. With his devilish immortality extending his lifespan, the Witch King was confident that his return to his true form would come soon.
The integration with his associates needed some work as this human world still baffled him, however, it could be understood and dealt with, as all things- eventually. Kiba reminded him of many Brettonian knights his own troops had laid low in their foolish quests, but despite his own pragmatic distaste for chilvalric antics of knights, he found the blonde a most enjoyable company, if not for being only male devil he knew, but also for being a decently skilled with a blade, something that Malekith needed to improve in this body as he lacked his previous strength to crush steel and the speed that surpassed most of his elven kin. Yet, the power these devils granted him, the sorcerer could admit that the boons offered did not lag behind what he could have achieved on his own.
Magic was another thing as Malekith was currently only limited to Ulgu as this world's magic refused to heed him and summon true Dhar. However, with the books Rias had lent him, the otherworldly being would soon learn to use the magic circles more accurately and thus draw forth more infernal energy to mix with his own innate arcane abilities.
Yet Ulgu had not disappointed him thus far and as the grey wind of shadow tingled at his fingertips, as if it was a part of him , the elf who had once ruled an empire it still was terribly limiting. Yet he supposed that it was something that needed his attention to grant him the full power the magic could grant him, assuming Tecils' ritual was in effect. He would have thanked his kinsman, had he not stopped his invasion all those centuries ago.
Still, Teclis was most likely dead, and it was Malekith who lived, as it had been with all of his comrades, lovers enemies and lovers, albeit diminished beyond imagination. With some humor, he imagined that it would be quite the misfortune if Morathi had made her way to this realm as well.
His hair had already taken his raven colour and eyes changed to their Dhar saturated green, but they remained hidden from the outside world unless the parents of the body he had usurped, would suspect that something was wrong. He kept up the façade of a normal child, but he did not know how long he had until the inevitable confrontation between them. Should he wipe their memories of what had happened? Dominate their minds until they broke? Or could Malekith just simply kill them? After all parents dreaded outliving their children and for all villainy and sorrow he had sown in his infamous lifetime, the Witch King would try to spare these two humans from the consequences of his actions.
Outside was clad pitch black and the devil leaned on the ledge of his window, looking out to the night sky, thinking of the life he had now. How long would this peace last? The answer within him did not surprise the ancient being as he had planted the seeds of his criminal empire until enough power could be leveraged that he could impact the world at a larger scale. He had seen the organizations that while invisible to the ordinary eye, commanded insurmountable influence, greater than many nations of Earth.
Behind him, the emerald eyed man could hear the tell-tale sound of a teleportation circle activating in his room and turning to face his intruder, he did raise an eyebrow as one Rias Gremory stumbled out of the circle and into his room. She looked tired, dishevelled, but oh so appetizing as she had discarded her form fitting school uniform for a crimson nightrobe, that just begged to be unravelled and ruined.
"Good Evening, Issei or whoever you are" she uttered and almost fell towards him "It doesn't matter, my lovely pawn"
Catching as she stumbled, questions raced through Malekith's head, what had happened to this spirited devil to reduce her to such a state? Various possibilities raced through his mind, but a more pressing matter was to make sure that his identity was safe.
He was reminded of Alarielle, her downcast look on their wedding night as she stumbled in his chambers on Ulthuan. A jolt ran down the Witch King's spine and the memory alone was enough for him to imagine what he would do to this unwise little devil. She really should not have stumbled in his room like this.
"Have you been drinking?" was his first suggestion as he caught her dainty wrists with his own hands. After dealing with Morathi for so long, the elven sorcerer thought himself almost immune to feminine wiles, but that did not mean he could not appreciate beauty when he saw it.
"No, It's just I need you to take my virginity" she replied offhandily and the wizard saw that she was trembling, clearly not doing this willingly "Please, you're the only one I can trust right now"
Deflowering such a maiden was not what Malekith had planned on embarking on this night, but if such opportunity presented itself, he would do everything to sink his fangs as deep into the Gremory heiress as he possibly could, binding the young crimson haired girl to him for eternity.
"As I will acquiesce to your demands, please call me by my real name" the Witch King whispered to her and dispelled the glamour, his raven mane pilling over his shoulders as his eyes shone in the darkness of the room.
"Call me Malekith, Rias"
To give her credit, the King of her peerage, she did not gawk or stare too much at his sudden transformation, but the King of Elves supposed that she would not remain nearly as composed when he would reveal his true form to her with all the benefits it gave him in this regard.
"It's a very different name from Issei, but I don't mind" she smiled and strained against his hands, seeking to press her body closer to his and letting go of one wrist, Malekith pulled her by the hips closer, attempting press his lips against hers.
"But do promise me that you will tell me in the morning about who you were before you became my pawn" she put her index finger between their lips and smiled at sorcerer, who nodded and then gently pressed his lips to hers.
She tasted like potions of aphrodisiacs brewed by Morathi herself. Sweetly and absolutely addicting.
As the kiss dragged on and Malekith's hadns started to wander, the Gremory heiress pressed her free hand against the Elf's chest, seeking to end the kiss prematurely, a pity- she tasted as sweet as only a maiden could.
"Do not mistake this for something that it is not" she meekly protested, visible blush covering her face, but did not flee as her pawn, grasped her hips by both of his hands "I merely wish that you would deflower me"
"And kissing is something forbidden?" he asked, clearly amused. It was such interesting titbit of logic that women would freely engage in intercourse often would refuse a kiss if they did not feel certain levels of affection towards their lovers.
"It's more intimate" she spouted, not looking him in the eye "I want to kiss someone I can truly love"
"So, you do not possess a smidgeon of affection for me?" he replied, enjoying her stupefied expression "As I believe that the act of lovemaking between the two is supposed to be between people who love each other"
He was lying as love had been a fleeting thing in his life, but she had no way of knowing.
"For someone saying such lofty things, you shouldn't be so excited" she quickly recovered and smirked, looking down at his member that was straining against his pyjama pants. He smirked at her and through the twilight, his shadow touched hers and both vanished from the room, reappearing in a room far luxurious than the humble abode of the Hyoudou family.
As she landed on the soft bed, she stifled her shriek of surprise, but relaxed as he snapped his fingers, manifesting the barrier around them, so it was that it covered the entirety of the Penthouse suite they had found themselves in.
"What is this place? How did you afford this?" she blinked, no doubt taking in the splendour of their new surroundings. To the Witch King only the best apartments would do and having Fallen Angels and a criminal enterprise behind his back, it was easy to manipulate, coerce and bribe his way to adequate lodgings for the Elven sorcerer.
"Would you believe that I bought this with the tips from my customers?" he smirked at which Rias shook her head, clearly not believing an iota of what he was saying.
"No, but it does make me wonder how you achieved such opulence"
"Crimes against criminals are most profitable" he shrugged, as Rias continued to act rather surprised
"You refused to grant me what I requested at our first meeting, so I had to make do"
Pressing her hands against his pectorals, the crimson haired girl smirked "After this performance we may negotiate your current benefits"
She giggled at the joke, clearly imagining them in a modern merchant guild's leadership and what she said was something only Morathi would have dared to utter to him. Yet they knew not who he was an of his rich history.
"Then I will have additional clauses, Lady Gremory"
"Call me Rias" she sighed "Lady Gremory is how people call my mother"
The black-haired boy chuckled "So, be it…Rias"
Then he pounced on her with the grace of a hungry Cold One.
For all her insistence, the proud she-devil succumbed to his kisses very soon and Malekith was proved again his talent and practice could wear down even the most pious of ladies as even the Everqueen had come from his fingers alone, while vehemently denying their union all the time.
Tossing in the black satin sheets her body writhed against his as her arms tried to find a place where to hold her as they rocked like a ship in a storm, using Malekith as the mast of the vessel.
Separating, with a thin line of spit remaining between them, the maiden underneath was in a daze, her hands pulling at his body, to lower himself back to her.
"Before I begin" he touched the girls chin gently with his free hand, while the other held him above her "Can you tell me why a noble girl such as yourself would choose such a course of action"
"It is the only way by which I can earn my freedom" she looked at him determinedly and grasped his hand, guiding it towards the sash of her nightrobe "Don't stop, especially now"
"Please" this begging and act of submission was something that was a music to Malekith's ears as he would savour this fine meal before him. He would carry her to the highest peaks of pleasure and then drop her into the ravine of lust, where she would never overcome this ordeal.
Perhaps only now did he understood Morathi's art of war through bedchambers.
Malekith didn't need to be told twice as he crushed his lips on hers and deftly unravelled the tightly tied sash of her garments, before sliding his hands underneath the fine silk and cupping her full breasts. Her reaction was instant, she shivered from pleasure as the pawn released her lips, opting to attack her neck, trailing light kisses until her collarbone.
"I promise that you will never forget this night or what I will do to you" he growled in her ear, rolling to her left side as to allow one of his hands to abandon the assault on Rias' perky breast and slide down between her legs, barely touching the crimson curls.
"Has no one ever touched you there before?"
The Witch King whispered in her ear as he slid his dextrous fingers over the lace underwear, touching the dampness that had seeped into the fabric. It was always a pleasure to feel their arousal so and circling his fingers around the wet spot, he was rewarded with a throatily moan that signalled her crumbling self-control.
"Good" the Elven overlord hissed with pleasure as she found the front of his pants and amateurishly attempted to replicate his experienced teasing "Remember this feeling whenever someone else tries to stake their claim on you"
Without hesitation, he kissed the redheaded devil and with surprise felt her hand grasp his hair, while crossing her legs, trapping his hand in its noble task with no chance to escape. Smirking into the kiss, he decided that it was time to slowly speed up their little adventure and once more flipped Rias on her back, his hand still between her legs and her hands in his hair.
"Are you ready for me, Rias?" he asked, panting slightly from the lack of air, as the flushed girl feverishly nodded as Malekith pressed two of the fingers deeper into her dampness.
While she was nowhere near experienced to make an equal in the bedroom, like Raynare or her blue haired companion, with virgins, the pleasure was in the process that would strip any remnants of innocence from her.
As he was about to slide his fingers inside her, he found that just like with the Everqueen, Rias was left to his tender mercies as her folds parted easily as his fingers slipped inside causing her to moan with pleasure that was foreign to her.
"Do you want me to stop?"he whispered in her ear, guiding the girl's head with his own to see how he was playing with her body given by the gods of this planet. It pleased him greatly that she bit her lip and yanked his ebony mane as his thumb lazily circled around her clitoris.
"No" she managed to wheeze out between moans, gasps and myriad of other sounds as he increased his tempo "Oh Maou, don't stop Malekith"
"This is merely the beginning" the former king of inhaled the smell of her skin, the fragrance she used, committing the deed to his library of conquests. He continued to fuck her with his fingers, switching between swift and sluggish tempos, teasing her clitoris with his thumb as Rias' breasts required the attention of his other hand.
There was no time for words as their lips and tongues danced with one another, briefly exchanging words of sweet nothings as the Gremory Heiress pragmatic persona gave way to the heart of a teenage girl, who desperately wished to be loved and the love she was experiencing right now only enforced whatever girlish fantasies remained. Those Malekith intended to exploit to the fullest.
It was when the Witch King had pinched her nipple and inserted three fingers, Rias Gremory achieved her first orgasm, coming over his hand as she rode out the waves of pleasure. Panting heavily, she looked at him with those big blue, half-lidded eyes as she raked her hands over his body.
There was a certain pride in the fact that either he had not broken her maidenhead with this prologue to their tome of lusts or she had become so moist that in the throes of passion none of them had noticed it.
Untangling himself from her, the sorcerer ignored his mistress' wordless complaints as he settled between her legs, his head held between her finely sculpted thighs. Looking at him with brief confusion, Rias fell back again as his tongue touched her outer folds.
The she-devil clutched her own breasts and mewled as she was subjected to a silver tongue that only could have been inherited from his debauched mother. She clutched at his hair, giving him only more incentive to increase his ministrations.
He longed to taste her and taste her he would.
It was when Rias was on the cusp of achieving another body wracking experience of pleasure, his carefully constructed barrier broke and a circle of devil teleportation appeared in his sanctum. This was the indicator that Malekith's knowledge of the magic Devils wielded needed further improvements.
How did he know that whoever interrupted him were devils?
"G-Grayfia-onee sama?!" Rias had cried and almost kicked him in the face as she attempted to preserve whatever was left of her modesty.
"Did you intend to break it off using something like this? Especially with him?" a statuesque woman with silver hair appeared from the glowing circle, eying them both with a reserved and cold glance.
"I am hurt that my brother and father would only listen to me if I did something like this" Rias immediately cut back, seemingly regained her composure and already covered in her silk nightrobe, which was somewhat of a shame.
"It is more than mere foolishness" she regarded the stained bedsheets and the Pawn, who looked quite disappointed "giving yourself to some unknown entity"
"I am my ladys' servant" Malekith stood up from the bed "Her wishes were my command, and I did my utmost to satisfy her"
The maid's eye twitched and she breathed deeply "You have overstepped your bounds and regardless of that, tomorrow you are ordered to treat with Sizerchs Gremory, current Lucifer in regard to your true nature"
"Is there a problem for me being Issei Hyoudou?" Malekith's smirk widened, and the room turned cold, not as cold as Naggaroth, but enough that a comparison could be made.
"I will refrain from spilling your blood right now creature for the sake of my Lord's little sister, but know that you are not giving yourself any favours"
This arrogance from a servant was indeed something else, perhaps she did not understand exactly, whom she was dealing with right now. To the Witch King of Naggaroth there was nothing more humiliating than some lesser deciding that they possessed the authority to even address him without his permission.
The Burning Forests of Naggarond were created for lesser offenses.
"Come now Rias, your brother expects an explanation and your presence right now" the maid extended her hand to the young devil, unaware that steadily all light that had been in the room slowly had dimmed, casting them in almost complete darkness.
Slowly the young woman rose from the bed and was about to approach this Grayfia, but Malekith refused her demands.
A single "No" was uttered and both women looked at him incredulously.
"Are you delusional-"
"Malekith, please-"
"I am not" Malekith interrupted both woemn, seeing only the Gorequeen of Khorne in front of him "You will not take Rias from my premises, you will not deliver her to her brother, and you will certainly not refer to me as something a mere creature"
Millennia of hatred, disdain and superiority poured through his words and his eyes glowed in the darkness of the room, shadows of the room seeping into reality as muted and distorted whispers surrounded all of them, with wide eyes, the crimson haired girl stared at him, while the maid was building up fiendish power that paled to the might of the Grey Wind granted him.
"I am Malekith" he addressed her as tapping into his pool of devilish energy, he moulded it into something else "Sorcerer, warrior, king of a world long destroyed. You will address me as my station demands or you shall speak not to me at all"
It was Khael-Dhar or Evil Dark magic, in the human tongue and its potency was no second to none.
"As a king I promise Rias' safety underneath my roof and her chastity until she leaves my holdings as a hostage." He proclaimed, watching as slowly the malicious energy radiating from the maid receded, but did not vanish, waiting as a well from which she would draw her powers.
"Wait, what?!"
"Rias!" the silver haired maid cried as shadows bound Rias as serpents and Malekith moved beside her, his hand clutching her neck as from her point of view she likely only saw his eyes in the darkness.
"Inform your husband of my words and let him come and parlay for Rias' freedom. I am not naïve enough to believe I will keep my life or freedom if I cooperated with you" he spoke, narrowing his eyes. It was lamentable that as he was still holding Rias, his worldly desires remained the same, as the crimson haired girl stiffened.
He took solace at the fact that Grayfia seemed surprised by his revelation, and he took satisfaction as she lowered her arms.
"This will not happen as you have planned it" she hissed as demonic energy manifested once more, crafting a circle of teleportation around her "Should even a hair be missing from Rias' head, your torture will last aeons."
"Be strong Rias," as the devilish maid returned to wherever she had come from, the older woman gave her a reassuring smile "We'll take care of everything."
As she vanished from the plush penthouse, Malekith's shadows coalesced back in its natural state of the penthouse as without hesitation the Witch King let Rias' free from his grasp as she slightly stumbled as in a daze.
It was no surprise that her hands were alit with the power of destruction, crimson and black bolts running across her body, eyes full of doubt and posture not ready for any serious fighting.
"Why?!" her voice was wrought with betrayal anger and confusion with his actions
"The moment you chose me as the one to deflower you, there was no other way to ensure that I would have any leverage in negotiation for my life and freedom" Malekith calmly explained as walked out of the bedroom and beckoned Rias to follow him. He did not trust her, but he knew her temperament to deduce the likelihood of her attack coming from the back.
Instead, he felt her hands grabbing him by the nook of the elbow as they passed through the spacious living room covered in twilight. Looking back at her, the Witch King saw an expression of guilt on her face. Which confirmed that the reason why these Satans were even aware of him was though her own curiosity. He would not begrudge her this act, he had anticipated that such an issue would arise for his usage of the human's body. It was better that the confrontation was already forced and he would only need to weather it, before he would be overwhelmed by antagonistic forces.
"Do not blame yourself." He shook his head as they finally reached the kitchen of the penthouse, the smaller one, of course "This way most of blame will be shifted on me for almost deflowering you"
"I wouldn't have minded that" she whispered to the Lord of Druchii, who nodded, his thoughts racing on how exactly he would triumph over the reigning Lucifer.
"I know"
"Do you want to continue where we left off?" the contours illuminated, and contrasts cast by the light of the ingenious invention known as the freezer, the luminosity made Rias seem only more ethereal and alluring as he retrieved an iced bottle of Vodka and from a refrigerator pulled out a decanter of orange juice.
Malekith gave Rias no verbal answer as he pulled her closer to his chest and drew her into an all-consuming kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth and finding no resistance only deepened it. This kiss was that of claiming ownership and a promise, illuminated by the cold artificial lighting.
He would hold true to his promise, but that did not mean that Rias should be kept ignorant of other fine pleasures the sorcerer could introduce her to that would not count as taking her maidenhead.
A.N
Honestly, I was tempted to write Malekith fully deflowering Rias and dealing with everyone, but those two full blooded devil clans were too powerful for Malekith to fight head on, currently. Next up we're playing fallout because its basically the whole plot for the chapter.
Also, I did small rewrite for the previous chapter
Thank you for all for favourites, follows and reviews!
Responses to reviews:
Asharzal:
Grayfia's made of sterner stuff like that, but fun thing about word of pain is that it can't be blocked if you don't know Warhammer magic. Im gonna have a hard time making Sizerchs in character and Malekith a right bastard.
4Alucard: Thanks man, hope you liked this.
Rc48177:
Well Malekith's not that petty imo. He would be offended at Riser's boast about flames, but we will see their legendary battle.
Rhivan:
I have a soft spot for Riser, sure he's a general dickhead and a womanizer, but he's just doing what's right for his family unaware that rather than to just call off the engagement based on the fact that Gremorys don't want it, they basically dragged this poor guy through the mud and cheated a victory away from him. Regardless of that fact, his ass is grass.
Thank you for the compliment about uniforms, Malekith would love Nazi uniforms for the sheer style alone and I really don't want to go there.
As for the Fallen Angels, past a certain level, divine machinations will rear their head as there is no way Malekith won't build himself an army of supernatural beings to wage war through subterfuge and open conflicts.
Guest:
Vampire girl and blood magic, that could be fun and we have a girl who does just that, the question is whether or not get that far as my brain has only plotted until Malekith's official ascension. Which is harder than it looks since I have to design or steal a religion/cult and devise how it would spread influence.
This is all for me for now, hope you liked this because I had fun writing it. Gilgamesh will get updated once I get some damn news about expansions FromSoft is keeping from their loyal audience. I want new content god damn it!
Be merry!
-Spook