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 7: Consequences of power
Adrenaline surged through Malekith's veins as he regarded Rias' sleeping form, with dark satisfaction he eyed his conquest and the role she would play in the growth of his power in this world. The young woman had lasted far longer than he had assumed, but still fell to the vicious foe that was sleep, leaving the Elf turned Devil to see that his situation was difficult to say the least. No doubt the brother of his mistress, a word which Malkeith used for the sake of brevity, was rightfully incensed and would bring considerable force to the negotiation table, opting to eliminate him as a foe.
That couldn't happen to him. Still there were hours from when Sizerchs Gremory would rear his head and it was one battle Malekith had to win or everything else would be naught. All of his hastily built empires and schemes would grind to a halt if he could not gain the upper foot.
I sense that your arrogance has finally caught up with you.
A deep voice, that of a beast rumbled inside Malekith. The world shook around himself and still the elf remained still, surprised about what was happening. He was certain that no foes remained within the penthouse, lest those that could not see the energy of Ulgu that permeated the surroundings, serving as canvas for the Witch King's cunning. It rang of two possibilities, both equally concerning- either this being was too powerful to be entrapped by such a thing or they were simply immune to the darkness, the son of Aenarion commanded.
You're a vicious beast, which is admirable for one of your species.
The voice sounded almost condescending and to the Witch King it sounded like a challenge, but where was this mysterious adversary? Was it scrying his location despite the barriers used, speaking through an intermediary? Or was it some different altogether…
Listening closely, Malekith heard nothing.
It is pointless for you to look for me in this plane, Malekith, focus your gaze within yourself and then we shall finally meet…face to face…
His mysterious interloper drawled in almost an amused tone as the sorcerer narrowed his eyes, but still regardless decided to listen to this stranger. Breathing deeply, the devil drew his sight inward, finding himself in a pitch-black void that he surmised was his own subconsciousness.
If it was his own mind, then nothing there could stand in his way, unless the beast was the manifestation of Ulgu itself. But before meeting the beast, this place looked too dreary even for Malekith's tastes and with a single thought, the void he found himself in began to change to suit his wishes.
Spacious halls cast in white marble, crimson carpets and finest silken curtains known to elvenkind appeared before his eyes. The banners of Aenarion and himself hanging from golden flagposts. An illusion of what his opulent throne room should have been, no, what could have been was what the Witch King of Naggaroth saw before his eyes and in the distance, a gargantuan shape laid in wait, puffs of smoke coming from its nostrils.
It must have been his uninvited guest, the elven king surmised and looked down on himself. A smile of pure elation bloomed on his face as he recognized his own elven body, standing proudly tall and clad in his armour of Midnight, while the helmet remained absent.
"I see you have made yourself a lair where it is ill advised" the Witch King sneered as the Destroyer manifest in his hand, curiously touched by Ulgu's shadow. If anything, in this place, the shadows seemed deeper than what he mustered while wielding his own magic.
"You usurped this body first, Witch King and I must admit you have not been idle" the crimson scales glittered in the light cast by eagle shaped braziers as the beast slumbered towards, smoke coming from his mouth.
"Who are you and why were you trapped in this body of a human child?"
"Like you I was once too arrogant for my own good and thus paid the ultimate price, instead of a body ruined… My very being used as a weapon for weak mortals" It spread it's wings and effortlessly broke through the illusion of mind, leaving the ornate debris floating into the void that was Ulgu raging beyond the hall the two found themselves.
"I am Ddraig, Y Ddraig Goch, Red Dragon Emperor, Red Dragon Emperor of Domination!" the crimson Dragon roared, and the elven warrior smirked, not every day he met such a character, especially in this world. To Malekith dragons had always been exceptionally gifted animals, be they the four-legged kind or the serpents domineering Cathay. None stood the chance against the taming prowess of the Druchii. Ddraig seemed to tower even above his beloved Seraphon, his wingspan dwarfing the Black Dragon at least two times by wingspan alone!
"I surmise that you know whom you are standing before" the Elven King felt wind pick up in his mindscape as his crimson cloak billowed behind him.
"I am Malekith, Chosen of Asuryan, Defier of Khaine, Enemy of Lileath, Lover of Hekharti and Akhariti, Wedded to Ereth-Khial, the Witch King of Naggaroth, Master of Ulthuan and the Lord of the Eternity Host!" he proclaimed to the great dragon, who with its green eyes looked at the Elf with an undecipherable look in his gaze.
"Of all my wielders, none, even all combined cannot stake claim to the life you have led" Ddraig rumbled, his tail slowly sliding as sitting on all fours it spoke to the elven king "None of the Fallen or Devils had exhibited such cruelty or bloodlust you have dealt. Angels would be horrified if they knew what darkness lied in your soul"
"You speak as if you know me, that is a dangerous presumption to make! Do you know me, Red Dragon Emperor as you know yourself?"
"Do I not, Malekith, lover of the wicked Morathi , killer of the arrogant Bel-Shanaar and traitor to Snorri White-Beard, your truest friend?" by a tilt of it's head, the mocking surprise caught the sorcerer off-guard, but he could mask his true feelings well enough
"It is as if I am watching snippets from legends every time you close your eyes." The Dragon rumbled and in the beast's voice, Malekith could find amusement.
"Then you must know that to draw my ire is to seek death?"
"In this regard we are both alike" the red dragon nodded "Both indominable conquerors and villains to history, what fate is that it brought two souls of such status together!"
Despite the sheer surrealness of the situation, there was one unaddressed issue "If you were previously content to see my fate, why interfere now?"
"After seeing such a splendid declaration of war, I really could not remain idle" Ddraig raised his claw "It would be the most appropriate time for me to laid you my aid"
Before the Witch King could answer the dragon living in his mind continued "I have a feeling that should you continue your existence on this world, my enjoyment from watching your memories and the actions you take could only increase my enjoyment in this lacking form I am trapped in"
"And what is this form your enemies have forced upon you, Ddraig?" To Malekith, who had embodied power, sought it and continuously, this was an offer that did not sound terrible. If the Dragon could access his memories as he slept then the least it could do was to lend his power, if it was truly that powerful
"That of a weapon bound to your very soul, should you decide to awake soon I will do my best to assist your upcoming battle. Just think of me and the weapon shall appear in your right arm"
"I see" he thought of the dragon and immediately an ornate gauntlet in the same colour as Ddraig's scales manifest itself where his right gauntlet should have been. It was gaudy beyond belief, fitting as a ceremonial piece that a true tool of war, inlaid with gold and gargantuan emerald orb in the middle that crackled with power.
"I have but one more question that I wish to ask" the Crimson dragon leaned its head down to at the very least be at Malekith's height "What is that…thing that surrounds and coils around you? Permeating your very being"
Did the Red Dragon Emperor sound afraid?
To Malekith, this darkness that Ddraig spoke of was familiar in the same vein as was an appendage that he had always possessed. He had long suspected that no longer he was merely Malekith, but something…more- in his dying moments mixing with the Grey Wind of Ulgu, creating someone that was simply…more than what he had been in life.
A wry smirk came on Malekith's face as he let the shadows hiding in his form to explode outward "See my legend till the end and you shall see how I command Ulgu"
"It is a strange name, alas for a foreign elf from a foreign world it is logical" the great beast groaned in annoyance and the Witch King was reminded of himself, when he first had met the dwarves "This gauntlet shall boost your power, should you wish it. I believe that it will prove to be an especially disgusting tool in your hands"
Now that was curious.
"Yess" he hissed, small bursts of crimson flame coming from his crimson maw "Together we shall remind those arrogant enough to stand against us that the power of the Red Dragon Emperor is something to be feared and admired!"
"Ha, you must have been wasting your time with lesser beings have you not, Y Ddraig Goch, have you not?" the Witch King laughed and felt his powers brim as channelled the gauntlet's power.
"What are you doing, you fool?!" the Dragon called out to the elf, but to the sorcerer's mind all that mattered was the increase of his powers. With Ulgu by his side, Malekith felt without peer, but as the draconic power doubled his own, mixing with the unforeseen variable that was the Gray Wind of Shadow, only a calamity could occur. Shadows became unbound, the soulscape fluctuated and as the glow of the jewel eclipsed all, the surprised roar of Ddraig was all that the King of Elves could hear.
"Malekith! Malekith! Wake up, damn it!" he felt two feminine hands shaking him by the shoulders and first thing the elven lord saw beyond the white ceiling was Rias' blue eyes and her naked body as she loomed over him.
"Ah, good morning, Rias" though headache was making it considerably harder to maintain his fake expressions, the Witch King considered that this a most successful move. However, the redheaded devil was having none of it. Disoriented he may have been, but he still could catch her dainty wrist and pull the young girl in for a playful kiss as his arm around the girl's waist ensured that as he twisted, the male would be on top.
"Don't you "good morning me'"she huffed "After what you did to me last night, there is no way I will ever be considered virgin!" while the accusation was technically false, to Malekith it was a sign of pride that the Gremory heiress recognized herself to be so thoroughly ruined.
"You asked this of me, remember?" he chuckled as he stood up, extending his hand towards her, something that Rias quite vehemently denied, by slapping his hand away.
"I wanted it to be quick and easy, not to have all this debauchery engraved in my mind!" she cried as the pawn chuckled, heedless of his mistress' protests.
"It's not my fault that I am so qualified" Malekith shrugged and only then he noticed that he was looking…down…on Rias.
While compared to the women of this world, the crimson haired devil was considered statuesque and tall, standing 5'8 feet and Issei had been considerably shorter. This gave him another reason to smirk as the girl before him realized the disparities between them.
"There's something as malicious compliance, you know" she sighed as the sorcerer's smile only grew wider and wider "Is it just me or did you get taller by yesterday?"
"I do not know what you speak off, but it would be best if we took a shower" he eyed her naked form, eyes raking over body that caused her to blush and summon her nightrobe, which in his opinion only suited her more. It possessed no notable enchantments, besides the one that it gave the elven warrior even more pleasure to merely unravel her.
"After all I think your brother would not appreciate that you smell this much of me"
"And whose fault is that Mr. Brooding Darkness?"
"May I remind you that did you not refuse me that night" smirking, he noted as she averted her eyes "If anything you demanded that I repeat the performance"
There was always sport to be had in teasing maidens, but he swore that Rias made it almost too enjoyable, it was not that Malekith had inherited his mother's playful sadism, but seeing her squirm, blush and attempt to bravado her way out of this situation that they found themselves. His headache had not started to subside just yet, but to the Incarnate of Ulgu, this was one of the lesser discomforts that he had experienced.
"Just show me where the bathroom is so I can wash up properly, before brother comes and we may have to find our way out of this mess" tossing her mane over her shoulder, the blue-eyed redhead finally conceded, looking at her servant, arms crossed over her bountiful chest.
"I would gladly join you, should you permit me, Rias"
"Only if you keep your hands to yourself." she demanded with determination in her eyes, but as soon as they stumbled into the shower and under the hot water pouring over them, the Witch King had pressed her body to the cold tile wall of the shower, her hands on his broad shoulders, nails treading the old scars she had created last night as his lips claimed hers.
It was merely for good luck.
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Sizerchs Lucifer appeared in the designated location of the negotiations between the being that had infiltrated his little sister's peerage. A smart devil she may have been, Rias was still very young and to his own inability to convince their father to turn against the arranged marriage, she had done some of the most foolish things imaginable.
Either driven through desperation or sheer stubbornness bordering on insanity, his dearest little sister had managed to almost lose her virginity to this "Malekith", who had taken residence in Issei Hyoudou's body, prompting Grayia to act far sooner than any of them had anticipated the confrontation to happen. Judging from the being's powers, the sacred gear aside, the pawn could have won the engagement from Riser.
Now it was imperative that the two of them be separated until they discovered just who the hell was the sorcerer using shadows and decided to deal with him. He loved his wife quite dearly, but it was evident that she detested their enemy and had returned in cold fury, even refusing his touch.
So many Devils and other supernatural beings thought that it was easy being one of the Four Satans, but it was a position of high levels of stress and could ruin family relationships, as it seemed he would have to do now.
"Fia, is it the time for us to leave?" he asked his beautiful, silver haired angel, who demurely nodded. It was another condition for the Satan Lucifer that should he take Grayfia along with him to the supposed negotiation, she would see it as a gesture of goodwill. The Strongest Queen of Underworld's peerages was a frightening person, especially since this being had managed to rustle her feathers this much. An expression not accurate to the Lucifugues as it was with Phenexes, but regardless of it, it still fit.
"Excellent, now we'll see Ria and finally get rid of this unflattering mess we have caused for ourselves"
"Indeed Sizerchs-sama"
First thing that the two centuries old devil noticed was that this Malekith possessed a taste that was most definitely fit with the modern times as they materialized the teleportation circle within a grand looking board room, more fit for a corporation than a creature from a different dimension, perhaps it was fantasy fiction and the Super Maou Kotatsu that was rubbing off of him.
The design for the meeting place seemed to follow three central rules: black décor, rich accents of gold and the perpetual twilight that set the night-time mood in the room. Twenty unoccupied black leather chairs surrounded the smooth black obsidian table that dominated the layout, while at its head sat their quarry, two toxic green eyes betraying his true nature as they shone in the darkness. By his left hand sat Rias, wearing the same black and red nightrobe Grayfia told him that the young devil had stolen from their mother's drawers, looking safe, unharmed if a little bit annoyed, which thankfully was not aimed at him.
Despite wearing his usual brown tweed three-piece suit, he had to admit that the man who held Ria's hostage, also followed the trends of the modern world when it came to fashion. His custom black suit was a statement of status, made from finest silks humans could afford, crimson waistcoat threaded from gold in mysterious arcane symbols, while the shirt left two buttons open.
If this image was supposed to invoke power, it did.
Not that Sizerch's had been ever afraid to rise to challenge if needed.
These shadows was certainly a most ingenious ploy, permeating the very surroundings with the foreign energy. Stealthily he tried to vanish some of it with his demonic power, but found it instantly repaired as if whatever part of it he had destroyed, the shadows remained.
The power was something he would need to test out later and as Grayfia had attested, he was rather powerful, something that should be approached with caution as not to endanger Rias.
"Greetings Lord Lucifer" the kidnapper and hostage taker of Rias rose from the high-backed chair, which could have might as well been a throne, nodding at the pair "Lady Lucifugue, I wish that we had met under better circumstances"
"Please sit, we have much to discuss" the voice implored, yet it felt to be much older than he had ever anticipated- commanding, collected and leaving no room for interpretation, something the crimson haired devil had known other powerful beings to possess.
He was nothing like Hyoudou Issei, his skin pale, wavy black hair falling on his shoulders and aristocratic European features. Most noticeable were the slightly pointed ears jutting through the ebony mane, defining him as something that most definitely wasn't human. Of all the most ridiculous ideas that rose in his mind, Sizerchs could compare this man to an elf. Which was a complete human fabrication
Casting a glance at the chairs, he could identify that they had not been trapped with magic or otherwise seeped with dangerous energy. If anything, Grayfia would attack before the green-eyed being could execute his plan. Sitting down, he remembered the tale of Hades tricking heroes and rose a millimetre above the seat.
"It is not a trap; I could not allow myself to hurt one of Rias' family"
"Yet you would kidnap her" Sizerchs pointed out pleasantly at which Malekith shook his head gesturing at Rias
"I did nothing of the sort, I merely assisted her in her time of need in whatever capacity I was capable of" he stated, looking at the Gremory heiress with what could only be seen as understanding, which was rather interesting, maybe an angle to see what more he could find about this unknown entity "Sometimes paths parents choose their children are often the paths they would rather avoid"
"I apologize for bringing the matter up, its that I love my little sister and her safety is important to me" Sizerchs sighed, knowing very well that if he was not careful, he would be dragged into arguments that were known to statesmen and Rias couldn't understand them just yet, speaking of whom, "What I really wanted to know was that who am I talking to and how such a person as yourself entered Rias' service"
He spared a glance at his little sister, who returned it with her usual affection, but remained by the raven-haired devil's side, not moving from her place. Perhaps she was loath to be parted from him as she had already been forced to seal Gasper away and wished not the same fate to happen to the man beside her.
This seemed to amused Malekith who effortlessly began his tale. Grayfia had heard the short version of it, but if it was possible, he would like to hear more, before passing unnecessary judgement.
"I am Malekith, King from a world long gone, Ruler of race extinct and born to the greatest Hero elves had ever known…" the green eyed being explained and the red-headed devil almost wanted to congratulate himself with his initial guess but had to remind himself that it was a most serious affair and he needed to see whether or not was the self-proclaimed King of Elves telling the truth.
He spoke of a fantastical realm, where magic was bound in winds, of great dragons and beasts that roamed the lands they lived in, of grand cities his peoples had built and the terrible wars they had fought. It was fantastical, perhaps even too much so to be mere fantasy or insanity, but what he said explained so much about the lack of historical evidence Grayfia had failed to find, his skills with weapons and magics foreign to the Underworld. From the way he described himself, Sizerchs knew that he was omitting parts of his story, skimming over events that should have made history, looking back as they were mere footnotes, yet paying great attention to details about the dwarves whom he befriended and the beasts they had rallied against in their apocalypse or how Malekith had described them- the End Times.
This Chaos seemed like a foe too formidable even for the Satans for the sheer scope and sense of invincibility they had possessed.
Malekith ended his tale of how though he had united the sundered people of Elves, his final reign had been short for jealousy and pettiness had destroyed the world at its most crucial of moments, caused by the vile necromancer's minions. Even Rias, who had known this being far longer than him, had listened with rapt attention.
"…And though I thought myself dead, I found myself in the body of Issei Hyoudou, a boy unremarkable, save for what made him a target for the fallen angels"
"This much we extracted from Dohnaseek, before putting him to his death" The Satan nodded "Still remains the fact that you attacked a member of her household to prevent her returning home, which is a crime in the society of Devils"
"I stand by my decision that keeping Ria's hostage was an act in her best interests" The Elven King protested, crossing her arms, his neutral mask slipping. For all his talk, he had grown attached to his sister and if it could be used in their interests. Should she break her engagement, he had no doubt that Rias would soon find a new suitor that would eclipse what Phenexes would offer. Only thing that remained was to convince Malekith that the outcome of this situation today was largely thanks to the King of his peerage.
"How so?"
"Do not be naive" Malekith sneered "A girl from a noble family seeking to break her engagement by dishonouring herself, set by her parents to the son of their old friends. I profess not to know much about the inner relationships with your family but even if it is exceptional, she would find no allies there."
It was a sound argument, had Grayfia would have delivered Rias home straight away instead to his office, where they would talk things out and decide on a good plan to pull sufficient wool over his parents eyes. He loved his parents, but they were too obsessed with their long-standing friendship with Phenexes to see that Riser was not the sort of man Rias should wed. While on paper he was the exemplar of what a young pureblood devil should be, there were dozens of faults that Rias could never tolerate. She seemed to have aversion for the blonde devil that defied all reason, but if his little sister did not want to marry Riser, then she wouldn't. Of course, as Satan Lucifer and someone who knew the Lord and Lady Phenex he couldn't act without incurring their wrath.
"You also were summoned with her, why did you act so rashly?"
"I must admit to a weakness as I knew not you personally Lord Lucifer and this reason was made with mine and her safety in mind" Malekith's expression softened slightly "After all powerful men tasked with keeping the peace cannot allow unknown variables to run freely amok, can we?"
This caused Sizerchs to smile, nodding his head to Rias widening eyes "However, we could have come to an agreement without this ugly misunderstanding"
"We could have, but your wife's invitation promised a far different outcome" Malekith shrugged "It seems that both of us acted rashly yesterday, but I am willing to make amends"
This was something that he had to admit was his own fault, Grayfia often could be too serious, intimidating and lacking the sheer niceness that could be used for a velvet glove, which he preferred to use rather than the iron fist pulled over it.
"Before we do that, I wish to speak to Rias" the red-headed devil looked at his sister, who nodded "I wish to know if you were alright with what happened. It is one thing to listen to your pawn, but I'd rather hear it from your own mouth"
At this the blue-eyed girl smiled and nodded "At first I was intent on losing my virginity to Iss-err…Malekith to stop the marriage to Phenex, but after Grayfia appeared I was scared for a moment, but afterwards Malekith was perfectly chivalrous towards me and as for him keeping his identity and powers secret, it is rather understandable, is it not?"
Her eyes had that twinkle that Sizerchs recognized too well himself, his baby sister had grown up, though a bit too much, but at least she knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to take it.
"Yes, I imagine initially none of us would have too kindly to you, if you had introduced yourself as you had previously now" Lucifer had to admit, though something in his gut told him that this was going too smoothly if they hadn't matched their stories.
"Is this matter settled?" the green-eyed man asked "I would rather have you as an ally than a potential adversary"
"I like this new world and it would interest me greatly to see more of it" Malekith admitted to the surprise of everyone and Satan Lucifer himself, who thought that the otherworldly devil would have preferred his picturesque homelands, but maybe he had long understood that it was impossible to return what was irreparably destroyed.
"If Rias can avoid her engagement without losing her and our family's honour, then you have my word as reigning Satan Lucifer, that your future as a Devil will be safe and none will persecute you" To the Satan it seemed a generous offer. He would still monitor the strange devil until he had proven his worth, however, the task he had given Malekith was doable if anything he told them was true. Should he show any signs of treachery or attempt to hurt his family, then 2nd Lucifer's peerage would immediately strike, with vengeance.
If it was not, the older devil could always have a talk with Rias' fiancée and convince him that his harem is enough for him.
"I assure you that Riser Phenex will never lay his hands on Rias" the black-haired devil swore and the smile with which he did so seemed to be certainly confident, if not a little sadistic. Still Sizerchs could not begrudge him as undoubtedly his sister had conjured enough of an unflattering picture of the other devil.
"Rias" as much as he wanted to return home and break through Grayfia's Ice shell, he still had a conversation to be had with his little sister. Away from the glowing eyes of Malekith and the oppressive shadows that seemed to deepen as they followed the pawn.
A.N:
I am a stinker, ain't I?
I apologize for everyone who though there will be huge fight, Sizerchs being very aggressive, but that's not what kind of guy he seems to be, sure Rias big bro is a powerhouse, but is he willing to use it in a situation where his sister might be endangered by his actions. Malekith's also a scheming dickehead and would not fight until he knows capabilities of the world's heavy hitters.
At least I had fun writing the big lizard, I think that with a different host Ddraig would be much more draconic in his expressions of power. If Boosted Gear can boost Malekith's full power, does it mean he can gain unimaginable god-like power with multipliers?
Rias thinks she has found her prince charming, but has she traded her pawn promoted to a hand that guides the board?
Next time we get to the confrontation with Issei's parents and Riser Phenex, also Raynare makes an appearance.
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Ashrazal:
Thanks for the review, Malekith's a High tier without Ulgu, with Ulgu he's at least Satan tier (we're here), Malerion is Ultimate tier (not there yet) and mixing boosted gears, I'm almost afraid, myself about what tier it'd make Malekith (too far to see). Sorry that Sizerchs is a pretty peaceful dude and Malekith would rather wait than risk his budding manipulation of Rias.
Guests; Grognost;Bluefire:
Blood and ass-kicking has a reservation under the name of Riser Phenex
Spells Malekith uses : google Warhammer fantasy Ulgu, Dhar. There are spell lists, but remember hat Malekith is in top 10 warhammer magic users and those can create spells on the fly.
Vampires: I'll try to answer the PM when I have the free time.
Pawn pieces: Something's already happened with them, those things just take time
Be merry, have a nice day!
-Spook