Anything you recognise isn't mine.
It was the day before Roxas and Palutena were to go to the Gremory Manor, to meet the rest of the Gremory Clan, and the silver-haired Nephalem was lying, in the mid-morning sun, his swim-shorts on, along with a pair of shades, just relaxing on the poolside, as he watched Penemue and Asia (who was wearing a dark teal one-piece bikini). The former was teaching the latter how to swim.
Roxas smirked slightly, from his position on the poolside, as his shades-covered eyes gazed upon the scene that was the start-up scene for a lot of dom/sub lesbian porn. Or so he'd been told by Penemue, that is.
But at least the pools used in those pornos didn't have magical rituals placed upon them by the daughter of the former 5th Strongest Being in the World to keep the water that resided in the pool at a perfect swimming temperature, as well as permanently clean.
As he sat up, and stretched himself, he heard the door opening, and saw Kuroka coming out of the door, wearing a bikini of her own. To be exact, a dark blue two-piece suit, with white dots on it. Her animal features were out, making her just seem to look even more jaw-droppingly sexy than she usually did.
As Roxas thought about Kuroka, the Nekoshou seemed to have surprised him (which wasn't easy to do) with how she'd behaved while living in his house (albeit under Valian's supervision, rather than his own) for the past three days. She'd been very good, even if she was a little lazy at times.
'Eh, oh well.' Roxas had thought, and thought now, while he lay back. 'She's a cat, or a cat Youkai, to be exact. Cats sleep about 14 hours per day, so it's only natural that she'd be a little lazy.'
"Hey, Roxas, nya." Kuroka greeted Roxas, walking over to him and bending over, so Roxas looked right up into her face, and got an eyeful of her bouncing tits.
"Can I help you?" Roxas replied, taking off his shades and looking up into Kuroka's golden eyes. "What do you want, Kuroka?"
"Hmm, I just wanted to ask you a couple of things, nya." Kuroka replied. "Valian just got me this swimsuit. Do you think it looks okay on me, nya?"
"Eh." Roxas replied. "It looks pretty nice. Mostly because you're hot."
"Aww~ thanks, nya." Kuroka replied, pretending to blush. "Well, there's something else I wanted to ask."
"What is it?" Roxas asked. Kuroka then moved herself onto where Roxas was lying, and shifted her body very close to him. Pressing her extremely sizeable chest against his side, she whispered into his ear.
"Will you make a baby with me, nya~?"
"...Huh?" Roxas replied, blinking. "What?"
"Did I stutter, nya?" Kuroka asked, blinking. "I want to have a child with you, nya."
Roxas blinked again, so Kuroka continued.
"I want a child from a strong being. A really strong being, nya. And I could sense it from you, Roxas. I could sense that you're strong. To make sure, I asked Valian how strong you were, and you said that you're strong enough to fight Tiamat, the strongest Dragon King, and win, nya~"
"Well, she wasn't exactly wrong, not to brag or anything." Roxas replied.
"Anyway, a man like you, with strength like that..." Kuroka licked her lips. "That sounds like a man that I'd want to have a child with. Maybe even a litter of little kittens, nya~"
Kuroka stuck out her tongue, and licked Roxas' cheek flirtatiously.
"Hmm, yeah~" she cooed. "You definitely taste like someone experienced enough to give me LOADS of children, nya."
"Kuroka!"
Kuroka stopped in her tracks as both she and Roxas heard Valian coming out of the house, and calling for her.
"Yes, Valian, nya?" Kuroka replied. "What's wrong?"
"The fact that you're trying to get Roxas to give you a child." Valian replied. "I may not have a problem with you just trying to seduce him, but Roxas has promised to give Palutena a child first. You know, his WIFE? The woman who indirectly threatened to pulverize anyone who gets pregnant with Roxas' child first? Ring any bells?"
"A few." Kuroka replied. "But though I can't have a child with Roxas yet, it doesn't mean I can't practise~"
The busty, black-haired Nekoshou shifted herself so she was on top of Roxas, and curled herself up on his chest. Roxas, after a second, couldn't stop himself from reaching out and scratching behind Kuroka's ears.
"Mmm~" Kuroka gave a pleasured groan, and smiled. "I'm okay with this for now, Roxas, nya."
"Hey, Roxas?" Penemue, who had just climbed out of the bed, asked. "Aren't you going to pet me, too?"
Right in front of Roxas' eyes, Penemue unfurled her wings, tails and Succubus horns, and bent over, showing off her ass, inches from her husband's face.
"You know you want to~" The Fallen Angel/Succubus Hybrid whispered, and Roxas, who DID want to, reached up and gently stroked his Grigori wife's tails, making Penemue also give a pleasured groan, very similar to Kuroka's. Her tails seemed to move on their own, in Roxas' hands, as though they were independent from the rest of her body, and wanted to be stroked more.
Roxas, getting a naughty idea, decided to use his thumb to gently rub the love-hearts at the end of Penemue's tails, making her moan even more.
"Hnn~ Roxas." Penemue moaned. "Don't you remember how I get when you stroke there?"
"Oh, I do." Roxas replied. "Who's to say I'm feeling horny right now, and would like my sexy Fallen Angel, slash Succubus, of a third wife, to help satisfy me?"
"Ooh, you know me so well, Roxas~" Penemue replied, as Roxas stood up (a very noticeable tent in his swim-shorts), and wrapped his arm around her slim waist, pulling her towards him. "Come on, then. Take me to my room~"
Roxas grinned, and was only too happy to oblige the wishes of the daughter of Azazel. Kuroka, once Roxas and Penemue were out of sight, transformed herself into a small black cat with golden eyes, and followed.
Line Break
In the Occult Research Club Room, Rias Gremory and her peerage, minus one other member, who was... away, were all sat together in the Occult Research Club Room, about an hour after school had ended. Rias was sat at her desk, as she usually did, Mirajane was stood beside her, her Rook and her Knight, Koneko Toujou and Kiba Yuuto, were sat together on a sofa on one side of a coffee-table, and Isane was sat on the other sofa.
Koneko was a petite girl with white hair and hazel eyes. The front of her hair had two long bangs going past her shoulders and several loose bangs hanging over her forehead, while the back had a short bob cut. She also wore a black cat-shaped hair clip on both sides of her hair. She wore the Kuoh Academy girls' school uniform, but without the shoulder cape.
Kiba was a handsome young man with short blond hair, blue eyes and a mole underneath his left eye. He, unlike everyone else in the room, wore the Kuoh Academy boys' school uniform, which consisted of a black blazer with white accents over a white, long-sleeved dress shirt with a black ribbon on the collar, matching black pants, and brown dress shoes.
"Everyone," Rias addressed her peerage. "I'm sure you're wondering why I asked you all to come here."
"That question's been on my mind at least, yes." Isane replied. Kiba and Koneko (who was eating a snack) made similar noises of ascent.
"Well." Rias replied. "I've had a call from my brother's Queen, and she's asked, on his behalf, that we return to the Gremory Manor, tomorrow."
"Huh? Your Manor?" Isane, who had been told that when she didn't attend school, Rias lived in a large Manor house in the Underworkd, blinked. "Why?"
"Grayfia did not say." Rias replied. "She just said that Sirzechs wanted me, and by extention, my peerage, there, and it was very important that we go."
"Do you think this might have something to do with Roxas, Rias?" Kiba asked. Over a week ago, Rias had been told about her second nephew, Roxas Gremory, by Sirzechs, and it was mentioned by both him and Grayfia that they were searching for him.
Rias' peerage had had their own reactions to the revelation that Rias had a second nephew, older than Millicas Gremory (who everyone in her peerage, with the exception of Isane, had met). Apart from Koneko, who didn't really give a single one.
Kiba was somewhat interested in the idea of Sirzechs and Grayfia having an older son than Millicas, as he was on good terms with the second-in-line Heir to the Gremory Clan.
Mirajane was also interested, as she, as Rias' Queen, was on friendly terms with the current Lucifer, his wife and his son. As she had not seen Roxas before, she wondered quite a bit about him, and wondered on whether or not he'd be like Millicas.
Isane was also interested to see Roxas (her attraction to power, i.e. Roxas, that came as a result of the result of the Boosted Gear, hadn't gone away. She'd had many more wet dreams with Roxas at the centre of them). The current host of Ddraig heard a scoff coming from the Red Dragon Emperor, the only form of communication she'd heard from him in two days.
"Well, Kiba." Rias replied. "If I had to make an educated guess, I'd say yes. It's probably about Roxas. Else, it'd be about... him."
Kiba and Koneko shared a look with each other.
"What 'him' are you talking about, Rias?" Isane asked.
"We'll tell you later, Isane." Mira replied, before turning to Rias. "Should we leave for the night, Rias?"
"Yes, please do." Rias replied. "Mira, I'll be back in about half an hour. I just... want some alone time."
Mira bowed, and magic-circled away. Everyone else in Rias' peerage also did so, with the exception of Isane, who walked out of the door. She was fully capable of jumping through magic-circles (the host of Ddraig had learned how to do it from Mira, after asking her for help), but she had parents, who would question her relentlessly about how she managed to turn up in her bedroom without even opening the front door and walking through the house, which she was certain that they would be in at this time.
So, the scenic route was the only route. For now, at least.
Line Break
It was a pleasant surprise for Roxas Gremory, when he woke up, that he didn't have to deal with the incessant rays of the Yahweh-forsaken sun travelling through Penemue's bedroom window, as he pulled himself up, cursing the dry sweat that layered his body.
Or, at least, he TRIED to pull himself up. There was the small matter of two women, one on either side of him, sleeping partly beside and partly on top of him, as stark-naked as he was, and also as sweaty as he was, in the aftermath of the raging threesome that they'd had last night.
"Hnn~" Penemue, on Roxas' right, moaned, in her sleep. "Don't leave me, Roxas..."
"Nya..." Kuroka groaned, as she lay to Roxas' left. "Fill me up some more, Roxas... make me a litter..."
"Pen, I gotta get up." Roxas replied, reaching and gently rubbing his third wife's hair. "I know you'd like to have me stay in bed and fuck you until you're screaming nothing but my name for the next approximately 168 hours, but I can't."
"Hmm...?" Penemue groaned, as she opened her golden eyes, and shifted herself to make herself more comfortable. "Oh. Morning, Roxas."
"Hey, love." Roxas replied, delivering Penemue a kiss. "Not surprising, that you woke up first."
"No, it isn't." Penemue replied. "Seems Kuroka wasn't prepared for how rowdy and passionate her mate is in bed, given that you fucked her unconscious.. You're almost as bad as me~"
"Heh." Roxas replied. "Anyway." He yawned. "I gotta go to the Gremory Manor today."
"Yeah, I know." Penemue replied. "It sucks, though~" she pouted. "But I understand." She shifted her self so she was on top of Roxas, and straddling him, before she took hold of her huge breasts in her hands, and leaned forward. "Let me give you something to wake you up a little."
Roxas, knowing what his Succubus of a wife was getting at, leaned forward, and latched his mouth onto her nipple, and began to suck. Penemue moaned, as warm liquid poured from the nipple that was being sucked, and went straight into his mouth.
"Mmm..." Roxas hummed, as after about a quarter of a litre of Penemue's succubus milk had entered his body. "Thanks, Pen."
"No problem, love." Penemue replied. "You can drink from me anytime~" she whispered, as Roxas lifted himself off Penemue's bed, and left the room. He walked across the landing to his and Palutena's room, slowly opened the door to Palutena's room, and walked in to a sight of Palutena, dressed in nothing but a pair of white, lacy panties, and reaching behind her to clip her bra into place.
Roxas stepped forward, and before Palutena could do it, he clipped her bra into place on her chest, and further announced his presence to his wife by reaching around and gently squeezing her breasts.
"Morning." He whispered, pressing his lips against her neck, eliciting a soft sigh from Palutena.
"Hey, Roxas." Palutena replied to her husband. "Enjoy your night with Penemue and Kuroka?"
"Yup." Roxas replied. "Though Kuroka only lasted for a couple of hours before passing out. She's still asleep."
"Lazy cat." Palutena remarked, as she walked over to where she had hung up her dress, and slung it on. As Roxas picked up a pair of his boxer shorts, and pulled them on, Akasha walked into the room.
"Sirzechs has arrived, Roxas, Palutena." She informed them. "He's anxious to get off. Akeno is serving him tea in the meantime. Just thought I'd let you know."
"Thanks, Akasha." Roxas replied, nodding. Akasha retreated from the room, and as he got dressed into his normal attire, Palutena spoke up.
"Hey, Roxas? Can I ask you something? Something hypothetical, that is?"
"Hmm?" Roxas turned around, pulling up his jeans. "Go for it, love."
"If you were to get a set of Evil Pieces..." Palutena said the words that made Roxas momentarily freeze. "Then who would you add to your peerage?"
Palutena's husband was silent for a full fifteen seconds, before he opened his mouth to reply.
"Well, if it weren't for the fact that you can't reincarnate Gods with Evil Pieces, and the fact that I'm only more powerful than you when I go into my forbidden form, you'd be my Queen for sure."
"But you can't." Palutena reminded him. "So, who else would be in your peerage? If you had one? Which I know you can't be assed to have?"
"Hm." Roxas replied. "Well, Val, Akasha and Akeno would definitely be in it. As either a Pawn or Queen, Rook and Bishop, respectively. But apart from that... I dunno. Why'd you ask?"
"Just curious." Palutena replied, while walking forward to wrap her arms around her husband, who had finished getting dressed, from behind. "Can't I be curious about things that aren't more... eh, exotic, sex positions?"
Roxas let out a chuckle.
"Of course, you can." He replied. "Come on. Let's go downstairs."
After Palutena coated Roxas in a spell to magically wash away the dry sweat under his clothes, the God-Class Nephalem and his husband, a fellow Goddess, walked downstairs, and saw Sirzechs, who was dressed in rather casual clothing for a Satan, and was being served tea by Akeno, who was wearing a black, short-sleeved t-shirt and black and blue striped shorts.
"Hey, Dad." Roxas greeted Sirzechs, who took a sip from his tea-cup.
"Morning, Roxas." Sirzechs greeted his son in return. "This is amazing tea."
"Hehe, I know." Roxas replied. "Imagine being able to drink it every day."
The approx-six-centuries-old Nephalem swore that he saw his father's eyes sparkle at the thought, and sniggered.
"Anyway. When are we going?"
"As soon as we can." Sirzechs replied. "Your family are all anxious to see you, as I informed them before coming here that you would be coming."
"Right." Roxas replied, as Sirzechs took a gulp from the tea. "I'd be lying if I said I was confident that this will go well, Dad."
"Yes, but you're giving it a go." Sirzechs replied. "That's what's important, Roxas." He finished his tea, and handed the cup back to Akeno. "Now." He created a transportation-circle, and gestured for Roxas and Palutena to step into it, which they did. "Let's go."
Sirzechs activated the transportation-circle, and one flash of light later, Roxas and Palutena were stood outside a gigantic castle, which spiralled to dizzying heights, and featured many turrets and towers.
"Doesn't that castle look a bit like Hogwarts, Roxas?" Palutena whispered to her husband, who looked up at the castle himself.
"Yeah, it kinda does." Roxas replied. "Seems J.K. Rowling had some connections to Devils. I guess that's why Harry Potter is insufferably popular."
As Sirzechs, with Roxas and Palutena behind him, walked forward, the enormous double-doors to the castle opened, and Grayfia stood in the doorway.
"Good morning, Lord Sirzechs, Lord Roxas, Lady Palutena." She said, in the fomal voice that Roxas remembered from two centuries ago, the voice that Grayfia used while on the job as a maid for the Gremory Clan. "Lady Rias and her peerage have just arrived, and they're waiting for you, along with L- Millicas, Lord Zeoticus and Lady Venelana, in the living room."
"Ah. Thank you, Grayfia." Sirzechs replied, as he, Roxas and Palutena walked into the castle. One thing that Roxas couldn't help but immediately notice that there were more butlers and maids walking around the place than he found comfortable. He rubbed his hands on his jeans, as they began to sweat slightly.
"Roxas, can I ask you something?" Sirzechs asked, in a whisper, as the three beings (to be exact, one Devil, one Nephalem and one Goddess (who was doing an excellent job in keeping her Divine aura under wraps). "That woman that was serving me tea... I could sense she's a Fallen Angel/Human Hybrid. Care to explain?"
"Later." Roxas replied, out of the corner of his mouth. "I hate repeating myself to people."
"Fair enough." Sirzechs replied, nodding in acceptance. "But can I ask something else: Does she live with you?"
"Yes." Roxas replied. "Along with four other women, not including Palutena."
"Oh, so you've got a harem?" Sirzechs chuckled. "That's nice. If not a little unsurprising. I had one myself, before becoming the Lucifer, you know."
"TMI, Dad." Roxas mumbled, uncomfortably, as they kept walking, until they heard a cry of "Father!"
Roxas and Palutena looked up to see what looked like a short-haired clone of Sirzechs with red eyes running forward, and embracing his father in a hug.
"Hey, Millicas." Sirzechs gently hugged the young boy. "You been waiting for us?"
"Yes!" Millicas hopped back, and tried to peer around Sirzechs. "Where is he?"
"Right here." Sirzechs stepped aside, letting Millicas clap eyes on Roxas for the first time, and vice versa. Millicas thought for a second for what to say, before clasping his hands in front of him and bowing his head.
"Hello, big brother Roxas. I'm your younger brother, Millicas Gremory. It's nice to meet you."
"So, you're my little bro, huh?" Roxas smirked down at Millicas, who didn't even reach his navel, in terms of height. "Looks like you took after Dad more than Mom."
"He's cute." Palutena remarked, as Sirzechs led Roxas into the living room. As Palutena and Millicas followed, Roxas clapped eyes on his biological family, for the first time in two centuries.
Sat on one sofa, alone, was Rias Gremory, his aunt, who he'd met on the night he had taken on the mission to deal with Apoge and the other Stray Fallen. Behind her, he presumed, was her peerage.
As Roxas' eyes idly passed over Rias, he absently acknowledged that Rias, despite him being 15 times her senior (in age, that is), his aunt was an attractive young woman, worthy of being compared to Akeno.
Though he knew full-well that the views of humans on this particular matter were very different to his own, Roxas himself had zero problem with incest. This was because he knew that through the Demonic Genesys Ritual that the original Lucifer, former King of Devils, Grayfia's father and Roxas' grandfather, and Lilith, Queen of the Sex Demons and his grandmother, on Grayfia's side, had used to create the original 72 Pillar Heads, along with the first 7,405,926 Devils of Hell, from the dust that made up the ground of the Underworld, made every born Devil (Roxas highly disliked the term 'Pure-Blooded Devil' as he'd actually done an experiment that involved extracting some blood from a 'Pure-Blood' Devil, and doing the same to a Reincarnated Devil, and comparing them. He found that there were no differences whatsoever) biologically related. So, hypothetically, any member of the Gremory Clan, Roxas included, would be related to any member of the Phenex or Belial Clans.
The same went for born Angels, and by extention, born Fallen Angels, as they came from the Creation Ritual that the Biblical God, Palutena's father, had used, and continued to use up until His death during the Great War of the Three Factions, to Create Angels (some of which Fell and became Fallen Angels).
Though something that Roxas always wondered about was, since he had (somewhat) gone through Palutena's Creation Ritual, and became part-Angel, did that make him partly related to all the born Angels? Like Michael, Uriel, and Gabriel?
Eh, maybe.
'Hm.' Roxas thought, as he looked over each of Rias' peerage members in turn. 'White-haired girl. Definitely a Sacred Gear wielder. Given that she's right behind Rias, she's almost certainly her Queen. Other white-haired girl. Nekoshou. Probably sealed, considering her lack of a figure. Most likely a Rook thanks to that. Blondie boy. Callouses on hands, telltale signs of experience in sword-combat. Also a Sacred Gear-wielder. Probably sword-based. Certainly a Knight.'
He then set his eyes on Isane, who was trying to keep her eyes off him.
'And there's the pretty brunette I met that night.' Roxas thought. 'I can smell it from here. Host of Ddraig alright. Probably a Pawn, though I can't be sure.'
After he'd finished looking over Rias and her peerage, Roxas looked over to a second sofa, and saw Zeoticus Gremory, his grandfather on Sirzechs' side, and Venelana Gremory, his grandmother, sitting together, and looking at him.
Roxas stared back as Sirzechs entered the room and sat on a third sofa, which Millicas (who was looking at Roxas curiously) joined him at, and Grayfia stood behind him.
"Roxas." Zeoticus spoke, first, as all eyes turned to either him or Roxas. "How nice... to see you've come back."
"Yes." Venelana smiled, a smile which Roxas didn't return. "You look so grown up."
"Thank you." Roxas replied, taking a seat at the fourth sofa, which Palutena joined him at. There was a tense silence for a full minute, as everyone looked at Roxas, and he looked at everyone.
"So, Roxas." Zeoticus was the one to break the silence. "I've heard a few things about you from Sirzechs, when he and Grayfia found and talked to you. And I must say, I'm rather disappointed."
"Okay." Roxas replied.
"Running away simply because you didn't like the way I and my wife raised you, and seeming to have thrown away your pride as a member of House Gremory by becoming a Nephalem..." Zeoticus spat the final word. "It's honestly quite sad, to see how far you've fallen, Roxas."
Sirzechs and Grayfia both glared at Zeoticus, but their expressions remained neutral.
"However." Zeoticus continued. "There is a way around this, a way you can redeem yourself, Roxas. If you so wish to become the Heir to out glorious Clan again, you can."
"What?!" Rias looked from Zeoticus to Roxas. "Father, why-"
Venelana looked sharply at Rias, and the crimson-haired Heiress stopped speaking at once.
"Though there is the problem of you being a Nephalem." Zeoticus kept speaking. "However, I'm sure that we can reverse the process of your... Angelic side. Ajuka can probably create a ritual of the sort, that will return you to Pure-Blooded Devil-dom."
"I would love to see him try." Palutena remarked. "Ajuka's smart, but I don't think he's good enough to negate what my husband went through."
Zeoticus looked up, and noticed Palutena for the first time.
"Your husband?" He asked, as Venelana began to sweatdrop slightly. "Sirzechs." He turned to Sirzechs, and spoke accusingly. "Why didn't you tell me Roxas had a wife? I thought you said you had told me EVERYTHING that you talked about with my grandson!"
"You wouldn't have believed me if I had told you that Roxas was married, and you'd have believed me even less if I'd told love of the identity of his wife." Sirzechs replied, calmly. "Besides, wouldn't you want to hear it from Roxas himself, Father?"
"You know, that is a good point, Zeoticus." Venelana remarked. "Roxas." She turned to her grandson. "If you don't mind, would you tell us the identity of your wife?"
"How about I just tell you myself?" Palutena asked. "My name is Palutena, and Roxas has been my husband for the last 86 years."
"P-Palutena?" Rias spoke up. "But... I thought she was just a myth!"
"Humans believe that Devils are a myth, Rias Gremory." Palutena replied. "All is not what it seems."
"Wait, Palutena?!" Zeoticus looked, wide-eyed, at Roxas. "You have a Goddess for a wife?"
"Yeah." Roxas replied. "Jealous?"
"I- you- of course not!" Zeoticus replied. "I just want you to think about what you're doing, Roxas! Not just to yourself, but-"
"Roxas?" Venelana cut through Zeoticus' words. "Wouldn't you like to stay for lunch? We can easily resolve things over some food. I can have the maids and butlers prepare something for us to eat."
"What? Of course I wouldn't!" Roxas replied. "I'm pretty tempted to just up and fu-"
Roxas made to stand up and leave, while raising his hand to create a transportation-circle, but Millicas had gotten up and walked over to him. Before Roxas could even get up, he was met with the red eyes of his younger brother, which seemed to plead with him.
"Big bro...?" Millicas whispered. "Please, don't go."
"Ugh." Roxas groaned. He muttered a few words that Grayfia would have pulverised him for, had he said them out loud in front of Millicas. "Fine."
As Millicas pulled Roxas out of the room, to show him where the dining room was, as Palutena followed, along with Sirzechs and Grayfia, with Rias and her peerage bringing up the rear, Venelana grabbed Zeoticus' ear and tugged.
"Ow!" Zeoticus rubbed his ear. "What was that for?"
"Being so antagonistic with him." Venelana replied. "Is the word 'tact' not even in your dictionary, Zeoticus?"
"How else are we going to let him know what's best for our family?" Zeoticus asked. "Like the contract we drew up for Roxas in the event of his return?"
"We need to get him to be able to talk to us in a non-antagonistic way." Venelana replied. "Once we've done that, we can convince him to marry Seekvaria, for the Clan's sake, and not just his own."
Zeoticus growled, under his breath. He then got up and followed his wife to the dining room.
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Everyone was sat at a long dining table, and being served food by the maids and butlers. Zeoticus was sat at the head of the table, and Venelana was sat on his immediate right. Sirzechs was on his immediate left, and Roxas was sat next to him, directly across from Rias. Palutena was sat on Roxas' other side, and Millicas was next to his aunt, and talking to his big brother.
"I bet you must be really strong, big bro!" Millicas spoke. "How many wings have you got? I've got six!"
"Ten." Roxas replied, quietly. "Same as Mom."
"Wow~" Millicas spoke, in awe. "And what is a Nephalem? Because I don't understand what that means."
"It means a Hybrid between a Devil and an Angel, Millicas." Palutena replied. "Your brother has control over both Angelic and Demonic powers."
"Oh." Millicas replied, bowing his head to Palutena.
'So cute...' Palutena thought, before turning her head to look at Roxas. Her silver-haired husband wasn't looking as calm and as laid-back as he usually was. Instead, he was looking down at his knees, while eating his meal, and not talking unless talked to.
Palutena easily understood what was going on. She knew that the idea of constant formality (thanks in part to the informal way in which Roxas lived his life) made her husband very uncomfortable. She reached out, under the table, and gently squeezed her husband's hand, in a comforting way.
"So, Roxas." Zeoticus spoke up from his food, and Roxas looked up. "I've also heard from Sirzechs that while... absent, from your Clan, you've been training yourself. Is this true?"
"Yeah." Roxas replied, looking up from his own food, which he'd only taken a couple of bites out of. "I trained, I met Palutena, married her after a while, and I got turned into a Nephalem sometime along the way. That's it, really."
"I see." Zeoticus replied. "So, Roxas, tell me. I'm curious." He gave a grandfatherly smile that could have passed for Bill Clinton, there was so much bullshit on, and in, it. "While training, did you train yourself in your glorious Power of Destruction, the power gifted to you by Sirzechs, who was in turn gifted it by my glorious wife?"
Right as Zeoticus said those words, a cold, angry, almost murderous, aura came over the room. And anyone who was good at scanning aura would be able to tell that it was coming from Roxas, who was sitting up and glaring at Zeoticus.
"No. I didn't." Roxas replied, his normally calm voice one of cold-hard steel. "I didn't, I never have, and I never will."
"Eh?" Zeoticus looked at Roxas. "Really?"
"Yeah, really." Roxas replied. "In fact, no offence to you, Dad, but I've actually SEALED my ability to use the Power of Destruction."
There was a deathly silence across the table at this revelation. Rias was the first to recover.
"Why would you do such a thing, Roxas?" Rias asked, still sounding shocked. "It's the strongest Clan Power there is!"
"That's actually not true, Rias." Sirzechs replied. "The power of the Lucifer and Lucifuge Clans, the Primordial Power of Darkness, actually comes out as stronger than the Power of Destruction. And three users of such a power are standing in this very room."
Millicas went slightly pink, as he knew that his father was referring partly to him with what he said. He also knew that one of the other ones was Grayfia, as she taught him how to manipulate the power that she had inherited from her father, and he was 100% sure that he knew of the third wielder.
"Well, Rias." Roxas replied to Rias' question. "I decided to seal my use of the PoD, because those two," He pointed at Zeoticus and Venelana. "Especially Zeoticus, who sucks on the metaphorical dick on the Power of Destruction like it's Venelana's strap-on or something, kept hyping and hyping and hyping up how I would be the greatest Devil of all time, thanks to the fact that I inherited my huge reserves of demonic power from my father, and the Power of Destruction from my father. After a while, it got annoying. REALLY annoying. So, when I left to train, I sealed my ability to use the Power of Destruction, just so I could prove that I can become a strong being without having to use the power that made Dad as famous as he is."
Roxas took a breath.
"So. Do you understand, Rias?"
Rias was silent, and nodded. Zeoticus, however, was not.
"How dare you do such a thing, Roxas?!" He shouted, slamming his hands on the table. "To seal such a great Power, and refuse to use it, for such a small reason... you're a living, breathing insult to your parents, and to your entire Clan! Refusing to use the Power of Destruction would cap your power immensely, which is something I do NOT want for a member of MY Clan!"
Now killing intent wasn't just seeping from Roxas. It was seeping from Sirzechs, and even from Grayfia, from where she was stood, by the door. Both of Roxas' parents, the most powerful Pure-Blooded Devils in the room, were very angry.
Millicas, giving a small squeak of fear, silently teleported out of the room. No-one noticed him leave except Palutena.
"I wouldn't insult my oldest son if I were you, Father." Sirzechs growled. "Certainly not in front of me or in front of his mother. Or even in front of Millicas, who thinks the world of his older brother, despite having only met him for a moment."
"And besides, Lord Zeoticus." Grayfia hissed. "As my son said earlier, he inherited the Primordial Power of Darkness, MY power, from me. And I must say, I can sense it from here, Roxas. Your reserves of that power are nearly as great as my own."
"Thanks, Mom." Roxas replied. Despite Venelana's best attempts to calm her husband, Zeoticus stood up.
"I've had enough!" He declared, his own demonic power, in the higher bounds of an Ultimate-Class Devil, seeping from him, as he stepped over to Roxas and reached for him. "Roxas, step over here, now! We're going to Ajuka's lab, and we'll- AAAGHH!"
Zeoticus' rant was interupted by Roxas, faster than anyone had seen, standing up, pulling his hairband out of his hair, willing it to turn into a rubber band, and shooting it with pinpoint precision, right into Zeoticus' face, directly in between his eyes.
As the band bounced off Zeoticus' forehead, and back into Roxas' hand, the current Gremory Head gave a scream of pain, and held his hand up to the spot that had been impacted by the band.
'Motherfucker!' He thought, as Venelana jumped up and ran over to her husband. 'How can one little band have so much Holy Power? Wait a second-!'
"I'm going." Roxas growled. "Zeoticus, let me make one thing very, VERY clear. I will NEVER become the Heir to this Clan. Even if you bribed me with all the lordship, prestige, riches and women that you can."
"Yes, you will!" Zeoticus, his hand still at his head, cried, getting up. "Roxas-!"
"And what is more." Roxas replied, tying his hair back up. "I know what route you're going down, Zeoticus. It's the same route you tried to pull me down. And I can't wait to see the look on your face when the next person you try to groom into your perfect Heir, slash puppet, goes against your wishes, just like I did. I can't fucking wait to say "I told you so, dumbass!", when you see your plans for your next Heir crumble, right before your eyes! So, as they say in Canada, peace oot!"
Roxas created a transportation-circle, and stepped into it. Once Palutena had done the same, there was a flash of silver light, and Roxas and his wife were gone, leaving a very interesting scene behind them.
Zeoticus had collapsed back onto the ground from the pain of the flick, and Venelana, who felt very upset that the meeting hadn't gone better, was at her husband's side, trying to heal it with magic. Sirzechs and Grayfia were both calming down themselves, and Rias' peerage, with the exception of Rias and Isane, had gone back to eating.
Rias was feeling very confused right about now. She'd just witnessed someone knock her father, someone who she considered to be quite a powerful Devil (nowhere near the level of Venelana, Grayfia or Sirzechs, but still a force to be reckoned with) flat on the ground, with just a flick of a rubber band.
That aside, she was still confused. On the one hand, she was very shocked that Roxas, a member of the Gremory Clan, someone with modern (by Devil standards) Gremory blood in his veins, didn't use the Power of Destruction, and didn't have any plans to start anytime soon. However, on the other, he seemed to have very negative feelings about Zeoticus.
Though she usually shared a positive relationship with her father, Rias' and Zeoticus' relationship was in a rather rocky phase right now, due to a few things that Zeoticus had dictated about the future of Rias' life, which he stated was 'for the good of the Clan'. But it wasn't for the good of Rias: no, it was not.
So, in a way, Rias thought, she and Roxas shared some common ground. Common ground that, she thought, could be used to build a possible relationship with her nephew (whom she acknowledged was more handsome than most male Devils (and a few human males that worked in... certain professions) that she knew)?
Isane, on the other hand, was staring after where Roxas had gone, and felt rather disappointed.
'Man.' She thought. 'I really wanted to at least talk to Roxas.'
["Of course, you did."] Ddraig grumbled, under his dragonic breath. ["I'd want some words with him, too. Fucking host-killing bastard."]
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A silver transportation-circle opened, and Palutena and Roxas came out of it. Roxas was seething.
"I fucking knew it!" he growled. "I should never have agreed to go to that fucking Manor! I should've known it was gonna turn out like shit!"
Roxas sat down on the sofa, and took a few deep breaths, to try and calm himself down.
"I know, love." Palutena replied, sitting down beside her husband. "I had my doubts, but I was optimistic that it'd turn out well." She kissed Roxas, and wrapped her arm around him. "But it wasn't Sirzechs' fault. Or Grayfia's."
Roxas took a few more breaths, and seemed to finally calm down.
"Yeah, that's true." The silver-haired Nephalem replied. "And I know. I'm not angry at them."
"What about Millicas?" Palutena asked. "That cutie was the one who convinced you to stay, wasn't he?"
"Yeah, he was." Roxas replied. "But he didn't know that things were gonna go south the way they did."
"How about Rias?"
"She's even less to blame." Roxas replied. "She didn't do a shitty job in raising me, Zeoticus and Venelana did. On top of that, all she did was ask a couple of questions, and it isn't a crime to do that. It's on my grandparents, no-one else."
"Fair enough." Palutena replied, nodding. "Well, what should we do? I didn't have anything to eat at that Manor, did you?"
"Barely a few bites." Roxas replied. "The food was shit, anyway. Let's just go out to eat."
Palutena was just about to ask where Roxas thought it'd be best to eat out at, but she was interupted by the sound of two pairs of feet walking into the living room.
"Oh, Roxas, Palutena!" Asia's voice sounded. "You're back already?"
Roxas looked up, and saw Asia, along with Kuroka (who was just wearing a black dressing gown, and looked like she was limping slightly, as well as looking rather tired)
"Yeah. I'm sorry we didn't tell you, Asia." Palutena replied. "Things went rather... awry, at Roxas' family's house, and we came back."
"It's okay!" Asia replied, smiling. "Do you want me to make some lunch for you?"
"Nah." Roxas replied. "Pal and I'll just go out and get a bite to eat, or something."
"Where?" Palutena asked.
"How about Kyoto?" Roxas asked. "They've got some pretty good food places."
Palutena considered for a moment.
"Yeah, Kyoto sounds good." The green-haired Goddess replied. "Shall we go now?"
"Yeah." Roxas replied. "Asia, when Akasha gets up, ask her to just take one of the blood-packs from the fridge. It's her day today, and I really don't feel like giving her any blood right now." Asia bowed, and nodded. "Anyway, Pal."
Roxas offered his hand to Palutena, which she took. The silverette Nephalem created a magic-circle, and two seconds later, Roxas and Palutena had disappeared.
And that's the fifth chapter! Fuck me, that meeting between Roxas and the Gremory Clan didn't seem to go too well, did it?
Anyway, Kuroka is now in Roxas' harem, because it's Kuroka. No-one can resist her unless you're a fucking balls-less cuck. Or a total Sera-fanboy. And it seems that Zeoticus and Venelana drew up a contract for Roxas. With Seekvaria Agares, of all people.
Eh, who cares.
Also, Rias now has her own thoughts on Roxas, and will those thoughts develop into something more? Of fucking course, they will, I listed her as a haremette, didn't I? As well as that, remember when Roxas (basically) said that he couldn't wait for Zeoticus' plans to blow up in his face, and to see his grandfather's face when it happens? Goddamnit~ I love foreshadowing~
Now that that's done, what did you think of this chapter? Please, review and let me know, because I really do love hearing feedback. If you fancy letting me know about some possible ideas you might have for later in the story, just let me know in a review or PM (or talk to me on Discord (my name for it is on my profile)), as I really enjoy talking to readers!
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Next Time: Battle in Kyoto
Preview of Next Chapter:
"Wait, Serafall?" Roxas repeated, his voice becoming a squeak as his red eyes met Imogen's grey ones. "Oh shit, OH SHIT, OHSHI-"
"ROXAS!"
See you in the next chapter!