Anything you recognise isn't mine.
Month 4
Koneko and Kuroka
"Kuroka..." Koneko muttered, as in one graceful move, her older sister jumped down from the tree-branch she was sat on, and landed on the ground, right in front of Koneko. "You're here..."
"Yes, I am, nya." Kuroka replied, caringly smiling at Koneko. "And I know what you're thinking. But just let me explain-"
Koneko instantly rushed at Kuroka, her pent-up rage at her older sister for doing what she'd done to their former master gushing out. She raised her fist with full intent to punch Kuroka as hard as she could, but Kuroka was too quick for her. She raised her hand and created a magic-circle shield (though her magic-circle looked a lot more like an octagon than a circle) to block Koneko's punch, and teleported aside, out of the way of Koneko's punch.
"Kuroka, why?!" Koneko shouted, as she rushed back at Kuroka and tried to punch her again. "Why did you do it?! Our previous Master was the one who gave us a home, and you killed him!"
"Yes, that's true, Shirone." Kuroka replied, as she cast a concentrated blast of Senjutsu at her younger sister, in order to get her to back off from throwing another punch. "But there's more to it than that!"
"What more could there possibly be?!" Koneko shouted, running at Kuroka and attempting to kick her in the side, but being blocked again. "You killed our master, became a Stray Devil, and you almost indirectly caused me to be executed! What could there possibly be to add to that?!"
Kuroka would have replied instantly, but she had to block a few more of Koneko's punches and kicks in very quick succession. She'd heard a lot about how her little sister had been training herself during the past few months, and she very much wanted to go to her as soon as she could, so she could talk things out quickly with her. However, Roxas had stopped her, instead instructing her to wait.
She remembered the conversation she'd had three nights before, with Roxas.
Flashback:
"Why do I have to wait, Roxas, nya?" A naked Kuroka asked, after a very long, very hot session of passionate mating. "I really need to talk to my little Shirone, nya."
"I know that, Kuroka." Roxas replied, as he let Kuroka shift herself closer to him. "But Koneko's just gotten here, and is getting her ass handed to her on a silver platter by Akasha as we speak. Having her big sister, who, for all she knows, maliciously killed her master and began life as a Stray Devil, might just wreck her entirely."
Kuroka stayed silent, as she thought this over.
"And I know how much you care for your little sister, Kuroka." Roxas gently scratched behind Kuroka's ears, making her subconsciously purr. "I just hope you can see where I'm coming from when I say this."
"Of course, nya." Kuroka replied, resting her head on Roxas' chest, in a silent plea for more head-scratching, which Roxas was too happy to grant. "I just want to talk to her so much, nya~"
"Indeed." Roxas replied. "But also, look at things from her perspective before rushing to talk to her." The Nephalem and the Nekoshou lay together in silence for a minute, before Roxas spoke again.
"Tell you what, Kuroka. I promise you can have a day to talk things out with Koneko during her training. But it just won't be in the direct future, since right now, the priority for her is training her."
"Why can't I help train her as well, nya?" Kuroka asked. "When we make up, she might be more willing to learn Senjutsu, nya."
"Fair point." Roxas replied. "But my point still stands. Does it sound alright?"
"Sure, nya." Kuroka replied, before shifting herself so her whole naked body lay on top of Roxas. "Now." She licked her lips. "Shall we get back to mating, nya~?"
Flashback end
"How about why I did what I did?" Kuroka asked, thrusting her hand out and grabbing onto her little sister's fist as she thrust it at her face. "Or did you not think about that, Shirone?"
"Of course I did!" Koneko replied, trying to push through Kuroka's grip, but finding herself unable to. "You went mad on your power, and killed our master!"
"That's bullshit!" Kuroka raised her voice in return, and pushed back, with such force that Koneko went sprawling to the ground. "I never went mad on my power, Shirone! Nekoshou CAN'T go mad on their own power!"
"Then why did you kill our Master, then?!" Koneko shouted in reply. "Tell me... please..."
"Oh, I will, Shirone." Kuroka replied, walking slowly towards her little sister, and speaking in a softer tone. "Just listen to me when I tell you, because it's the truth, okay?"
Koneko hesitantly nodded.
"Well." Kuroka replied. "I heard, while our previous Master was alive, that he and his Queen planned to become exceptionally powerful, and become an expert in all types of magic, sorcery and everything else, nya. However, he didn't want to actually go through the hard work that I've heard someone like Roxas has done, to get to that point."
Kuroka took a breath, and continued.
"Some of those powers included the powers of Senjutsu and Youjutsu, powers that you and I, as Nekoshou, are naturally proficient in." The big-titted black cat continued. "He planned to... to steal our blood, and use a magical ritual to combine it with his blood, and become more powerful, possibly on the levels of the current Four Satans, nya."
Koneko blinked in surprise.
"If he'd have gone through with what he wanted to do, we would've both died, Shirone." Kuroka whispered. "And I didn't care what happened to me, I just wanted to protect you, my little sister, nya." Kuroka replied. "And if that meant killing our Master, then so be it." Tears began to fill up in Kuroka's eyes.
"I heard about everything that you went through as a result of it, Shirone. And words can't describe how sorry I am to hear of what happened. I just hope that you can forgive me for what I did, nya."
Kuroka was fully prepared to hear Koneko continue to turn her down, and end their relationship as siblings for good. She actually made to get up and leave the stretch of field that they were at, but she felt Koneko's small arms wrapping around her.
"Sister..." Kuroka heard Koneko whisper. "I'm so sorry. You must hate me..."
"What?" Kuroka blinked. "Don't think for a second that I hate you, Shirone, nya. I didn't, and I don't now. And I never will."
Kuroka smiled down at her little sister, and her smile became slightly wider when she saw two white cat-ears, and white cat-tail, appear on Koneko's body.
"I can feel that what you said was the truth..." Koneko whispered. "I thought I'd sealed my Nekoshou instincts for good."
"That's impossible." Kuroka replied. "You can't seal off who you are, Shirone. Unless you want to die exceptionally young, that is, nya."
The two Nekoshou sisters sat, and continued to hug each other, their relationship as siblings rekindled. Koneko let out a soft "nya~" as Kuroka stroked her hair.
Month 5
Kiba, Roxas and Palutena
"Hey, Kiba." Roxas greeted the blonde Knight after appearing, along with his green-haired Goddess of a wife, through a transportation-circle. "You doing okay?"
"I'm alright, Roxas." Kiba replied, before taking in the sight of Palutena. "What is-"
"Palutena doing here?" Roxas finished for him. "Oh, she, and I, I guess, have something for you. Came straight from Heaven. And yes, I do have relations with the Angels."
"I-I see." Kiba replied. "What do you have?"
"Something that, I think, may be very important to you." Roxas replied, nodding to Palutena, who reached into a magic-circle and pulled out a blue and white crystal. "Had to exploit my connections to certain members of the Church, slash Heaven, and promise Michael something pretty damn important to get a hold of one of these things."
"Wh-what is that thing?" Kiba asked, feeling a strong Holy aura coming from that crystal.
"It's a product of the Holy Sword Project." Roxas replied, taking the crystal from Palutena, walking over to Kiba, and handing it to him. "According to Michael, it consists of the correct amount of a special gene required to wield a Holy Sword, taken out from all the subjects of the Project."
Kiba widened his eyes as he looked down at the crystal in his hand.
"Th-that means..." He whispered.
"Indeed." Roxas replied, his face neutral. "That's all that's left of your comrades of the Project. Since you told me a couple of days, or months, ago that you wished that you could have something, anything of your friends, in what was basically the Church's equivalent to Auschwitz. Well, there it is."
"What does it do?" Kiba asked, looking tearfully up at both Roxas and Palutena.
"When given to, and absorbed into, humans, it gives them the ability to wield a Holy Sword." Palutena replied, her face also neutral. "But given that you're a Devil, I'm not sure what would happen."
Kiba silently looked down at the crystal in his hand, and cupped it in both of them. Holding it close to his chest, he began to whisper something under his breath, something which Roxas couldn't hear.
"The hell is he mumbling about?" Roxas asked of Palutena.
"I... can't be sure, love." Palutena replied. "If I had to guess, it'd probably be something to do with Kiba apologizing to his friends from the Holy Sword Project. Since that crystal is all he has left of them."
After about half a minute, Kiba stopped muttering to himself, and a grey magic-circle appeared before him. Roxas widened his eyes at what came out of it.
The sword that came from the magic-circle didn't just emit a demonic energy, like Kiba's usual swords did, but a Holy energy as well! A black and white sword with golden trims, with red runes lighting up across the blade's centre on either side, that was about as long as Roxas' Excalibur Galatine, was what appeared. Holding it in two hands, Kiba gave another resolute expression.
"Nice sword, Kiba." Roxas remarked, stepping forward. "Looks like a Holy Demonic Sword, something only possible because of the deaths of the Four Old Satans and the God of the Bible. Kinda like my status as a Nephalem."
Roxas pulled out his hairband, and Excalibur Galatine appeared in his hand.
"But you know, a cool-looking sword is nothing if it is unable to be used properly." Roxas remarked, pointing Excalibur Galatine at Kiba. "So. Mind me, the only known Holy Demonic being alive, being the first being you test that sword, the first Holy Demonic Sword out on?"
"Of course, Roxas!" Kiba replied, grinning as he rushed forward to meet Roxas' sword, while Palutena perched on a tree-branch to watch her husband fight, while mentally sniggering at how Michael went from rather reluctant to fork over one of the Holy Sword crystals to extremely willing just when Roxas offered to court Gabriel.
'Seems Michael's not as pure-hearted as everyone in Heaven and the Church seem to think he is.' Palutena thought, as Roxas and Kiba clashed with each other. 'Though, then again, even as the daughter of God, I'm a bit of a horndog myself, so I can't talk.'
Valian and Mira
A silver transportation-circle opened next to Mirajane, and Valian Lucifer came out of it. Rias' white-haired Queen noticed that Valian wasn't looking as perfect and classy as she usually looked. Her clothes looked rather ruffled, and she looked like she'd just come out of a large fight.
"Hey, Mirajane." Valian said, panting slightly. "Sorry I'm late. I got caught up in doing something."
"It's alright, Valian." Mirajane replied. "And what were you caught up in doing? You look pretty shaken up."
"Oh, I'm fine." Valian replied. "It was actually about your training." She pointed at the ground, and a magic-circle opened up. A magical cage came out of the magic-circle, and inside the cage was a creature that looked rather like a humanoid woman.
What distinguished this creature from a normal woman was that she was, quite literally, skin and bone. Not an ounce of fat or muscle lay on her body, and she had no breasts to speak of. She wore a pale-blue robe, and her eyes were the same colour. Her skin was an even lighter blue.
Though it seemed to be very injured, it glared at Valian with fury, anger and loathing all rolled into one.
"Wh-what is that, Valian?" Mirajane asked.
"An Ala." Valian replied. "Not very well-known, but it's a demonic creature from Slavic Mythology. My familiar found it for me in the Familiar Forest. They're known for creating all kinds of horrible weather. Mainly storms, of all kinds."
"I see." Mirajane replied. "But what does- ohh. You want me to seal that into my Sacred Gear, don't you?"
"Yup." Valian replied. "Seems a good addition to the collection, that consists of a Stray Devil, Demonic Dragon and Demonic Elf, don't you think?"
"O-okay." Mira replied, getting up and walking over to the cage that housed the Ala, and looked down at her. The Ala hissed up at her, and seemed to spit lightning at her. However, Mira didn't move, and extended her hand out.
Valian stepped back as she watched Mira close her eyes, before they suddenly opened, and both her iris and pupils had turned a blinding white, along with her sclera, leaving her eyes as white orbs of sight rather than eyes.
A soft, white light came over Mirajane, before it became harder and brighter, and then harder and brighter still, before the light began to engulf the Ala as well. But even with the light engulfing two beings instead of just one, the light continued to become harder and brigher still, until Valian was forced to cover her eyes in order for them to not be hurt.
After a few seconds, Valian felt a huge wave of energy outputted from Mirajane, and the white light disappear. Taking her hands away from her eyes, she saw that Mirajane's physical appearance had changed.
Her hair, contrary to its neat state before, was very unkempt, and seemed to spark around randomly, as if it itself was electrified. Her eyes still maintained their azure shade of colour, but they seemed to become brighter, and shone intensely. Rather than her maroon dress, or her school uniform, Mirajane wore a dark blue sundress that went down to the top of her thighs, and seemed to be very tight around her breasts, which accentuated them. There was also a large cut taken out of the top of the dress, giving view to a lot of her cleavage. She also wore black leather stockings that went up to the bottom of her thighs, along with a pair of dark blue boots.
Valian may have been a straight woman (whose affections lay squarely with Roxas, her first cousin once removed), but she had to appreciate that Mirajane looked rather beautiful in this form. Don't get her wrong, she looked damn hot in her normal form, but you know...
"Nice, Mira." Valian remarked, cracking her knuckles. "Nice form."
"Thanks." Mirajane replied, smirking at Valian. "I feel really in-control of this form, here."
"Good to know that your meditation has paid off." Valian remarked, stepping forward. "Fancy coming at me?"
"Oh, I would love to." Mirajane replied, raising her hand. Valian looked up, and saw that storm-clouds had begun to form over the area of the field that they were at.
Very suddenly, Valian felt light she'd been punched, extremely hard, in the back of the head. She felt a huge shock go down her body, before it seemed to lock up, and she fell to the ground.
"Uhnnn..." Valian groaned, as she got back to her feet. "Fuck. My bad. I was not prepared for that, at all." She looked up at Mirajane, who had spread six Devil wings, and was hovering about thirty feet above her. "That actually hurt, Mira!"
"Oh, I'm so sorry." Mirajane replied, smiling down at Valian. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but wasn't that the point of our training?"
"Fair point." Valian replied, as she, ready for an attack this time, raised her hand and created a shield out of ice with her hand, which blocked a second bolt of lightning from Mirajane. "But don't expect me to hold back, now that you've gotten in an actual hit on me!"
Valian herself became overcome with a bright white light, as she jumped into the air. In an instant, the light cleared, and Valian was encased in a white Dragon's Armour, that had blue jewels set into the armour, along with the pair of white Dragon wings on Valian's back, with eight energy 'feathers', that was the original form of the Sacred Gear.
["Vanishing Dragon, Balance Breaker!"] Albion called, from within Valian's Sacred Gear. ["Scale Mail!"]
Valian flew at Mirajane, blasting her lightning aside, and gave her a hard punch to the face that sent Rias' Queen flying. However, Mirajane righted herself in mid-air, and blasted Valian with lightning again. However, the lightning bounced off Valian's armour as she flew at Mira again, with full intent to attack again.
However, Mirajane flew backwards, creating a huge sandstorm and launching it at Valian to mask her physical presence.
"Oh, you want to play this game, do you, Mira?" Valian muttered, under her armour. She turned around, and saw Mirajane flying at her from above, before turning around to meet her attack.
Line Break
It was that night, the night before the Rating Game between Rias and Riser, and Rias Gremory herself was walking towards the hot-spring that was situated below the house (Akeno had explained to her the night before this one that the large basement under the house, thanks to Palutena, had three functions. One was the training chamber that Rias and her peerage had been training in for the past six months, the second was that of a hot-spring, and the third was that of a sex chamber (Rias had blushed extremely heavily at the thought of the last one, particularly the shit that would go down if she and Roxas were to be alone in such a place)), clad in nothing but a towel that covered her breasts and crotch, but very, very little else.
As she came closer to the hot-spring, Rias looked up, and through the steam that rose from the water, of which she could feel the heat from where she stood, that there was a silhouette of a person sitting on the edge of the spring, relaxing.
It was Palutena.
Rias gulped to herself, and, thinking that it would be best if she didn't disturb the green-haired deity (who, according to Valian, was among the Top 15 Strongest Beings in the World), and made to leave the hot-spring, thinking that she'd come back in half an hour or so, maybe when Palutena wasn't around. However, her thoughts of possibly being able to slip away from the daughter of God unnoticed were dashed when Palutena spoke up.
"I know you're there, you know."
Rias gulped, as Palutena stood up, in all her naked glory, and stepped out of the steam, revealing herself fully to Rias.
"Oh, Rias. Hey. Up for a dip in the hot spring, are we?"
"Uh, yeah." Rias replied. "I was actually wondering... where Roxas is. I haven't seen him all day. Not even at breakfast."
"Eh. Who knows." Palutena replied, shrugging as she sat back down. "There's a plethora of places that my husband could have gotten to, and even more people that he may be with. From in his lab, working on his next huge invention, to being wrapped up in some high-stakes extreme-action adventure, most likely with the Slash Dog Team." She gave a yawn. "My husband is a very busy guy, Rias. By the way, come sit down."
"I've been told." Rias replied, as she walked over to Palutena, shed her towel, revealling her naked body and sat next to her. "Wait, Roxas has a lab?"
"He does." Palutena replied. "He doesn't use it often, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have an appreciation for science. You know he managed to create a special sun cream for vampires that protects them from sunlight?"
"He did?" Rias widened her eyes. "That's impressive. Don't vampires die when in direct sunlight?"
"In most cases, yes." Palutena replied. "Vampires of a transcendent strength, like Carmilla, Orpheus Tepes and Alucard, are entirely immune to sunlight, as are Dhampirs, aka Hybrids between Vampires and another species, such as Devils. Though I am told that a Dhampir going into direct sunlight does cause discomfort."
Rias gave a slight start at that particular mention. Palutena ignored her.
"However, when a pure-blooded Vampire goes into sunlight, and never goes back into the darkness again, they will expire after a time." She replied. "As far as I know, Low-Class Vampires die within several hours, Mid-Class Vampires can take up to a day to die, High-Class Vamipres have been known to stay out in sunlight for weeks, while Ultimate-Class Vampires, like Akasha, can stay in the blazing hot sun, like this Greek sun, for months on end. That answer your question?"
"Yes." Rias replied. "Though something like that would be worth... I dunno..."
"Thousands, if not tens of thousands, of whatever world currency you wish?" Palutena asked, smartly. "Yeah. However, Roxas doesn't have any desire to sell it to the Vampires, as he knows full-well that the higher-class of the species would never accept it, and the lower-class of the species can't afford to take it. That, and there's only one Vampire who he'd trust to let use it."
"Akasha?" Rias asked.
"Right in one, sexy." Palutena replied, grinning, as Rias blushed. "Anyway, back on topic, why'd you come asking after my husband, anyway?"
"I..." Rias began to say something, but trailed off. Palutena raised an eyebrow when Rias shot nervous looks at Palutena before focusing on the water below her.
"Wait a minute. I know that look on your face, and the way you're acting. I've seen it time and time again, with Penemue, with Valian, with Akeno, with Akasha, with Kuroka, and even Asia... you fancy Roxas, don't you?"
Rias' face, which was already pink, slowly turned as red as her hair.
"Y-yes." She whispered.
"My, my." Palutena grinned. "Beneath that mature and high-class woman is a kinky little aunt who loves her nephew. Who'd have known?" She giggled at the look on Rias' face.
"You're not upset?" Rias asked. Palutena stopped giggling after a second, and turned to her.
"Why would I be?" She asked, blinking. "Why should I be upset with a woman, a damn sexy one, by the way, who just confessed their feelings for a man that they like?"
"Well, you're his wife!" Rias replied. "He's married to you, the daughter of the Goddess of Marriage. Wouldn't you feel at the very least a little pissed-off that your aunt-in-law has feelings for your husband, or even, that your husband has lovers other than yourself?"
Palutena blinked again, before she replied, in a rather softer tone than before.
"Rias." She spoke. "Let me clear a couple of things up first. My mother may be the Goddess of Marriage, and the being who most humans think of when they think of a marriage deity, but the thing is, Hera... represents the possessiveness a wife has for her husband, which is why, so I've heard from Aphrodite, my great-aunt, Hera is such a colossal bitch to all of Zeus' other lovers, and by extension, the offspring of such infidelity. However... oh, excuse me." Palutena gave a yawn, and continued talking.
"I guess you could say that I represent the 'trust between two married partners' part of marriage, given that I trust- no, I know that Roxas loved, still loves, and will continue to love, me, despite having lovers other than me. Get what I mean, Rias?" Palutena asked, turning to Rias. "So now do you see why I'm not upset with you, for just having feelings for Roxas?"
"Y-yes, of course." Rias replied. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude."
"Oh, that's alright." Palutena replied, waving off the apology. "You'd be surprised how often I get it. Anyway" her smile became slightly... naughtier. "Do tell. Have you any particularly sexy fantasies involving Roxas? You don't have to be embarrassed, I've heard pretty much everything. From Penemue and Akeno alone."
"Well, sorry to disappoint." Rias replied, becoming slightly more confident in how she talked, knowing that she was at ease. "I don't have many particularly... kinky, fantasies about Roxas. I was never really that type of person."
"Oh, well." Palutena shrugged. "I guess an aunt wanting to either bone, or get boned by, her nephew is kinky enough."
As Palutena shifted her body so she was sat in the water, submerging herself for a second, before coming up again and sitting beside Rias, her voluptuous body glistening from the reflection of being entirely wet, she spoke again, asking Rias directly.
"Well, anyway. Why do you have feelings for Roxas, Rias?"
"I love his personality." Rias replied, almost instantly. "From when I've been around him, I've seen that no matter how many women are in his life, he cares about them all equally, apart from you, possibly-"
"Thank you." Palutena muttered.
"-and I really admire that." Rias replied. "It's so different from Riser, the person who I and my peerage are being trained to fight, who doesn't care a bit about the women who he loves, or claims to love. And now I'm engaged to him, and I'm certain that if I get married to him, I won't even have any standing above all his other whores, like his half-Succubus Queen, two of his Pawns who are Nekomata sisters... you get the idea."
"I do." Palutena replied. "I've watched Riser and his peerage in DVDs of Rating Games."
"But Roxas..." Rias looked down into the water. "I may have only known him for a week, while I've known Riser for the best part of three years, but I get the impression that Roxas isn't like that, at all. He's kind, seems intelligent in a way similar to Sona, but is nowhere near as serious as her, and, well..." Rias subconsciously rubbed her legs together.
"I won't lie. I love the look of his body. So sculpted and chiselled. But..." She trailed off again.
"I understand, Rias." Palutena replied. "And you know, those are all very nice things to say."
"Thanks, Palutena." Rias replied, as she looked up at Palutena. "You know, you're really nice."
Palutena grinned at Rias, in a rather... un-Palutena-ish, kind of way.
"What's with that grin, Palutena?" Rias asked, before blinking. "...Wait a minute."
Palutena's grin became wider.
"ROXAS?!" Rias shouted. 'Palutena' laughed hard, and disappeared in a cloud of white steam. When it cleared, the green-haired, very voluptuous 'Palutena' was replaced with the silver-haired, muscled Roxas, as naked as the illusion of his wife had been, sitting beside Rias, and laughing.
"Nice one, Rias. You're getting good." Roxas snickered, not even flinching when Rias slapped him in the face.
"That wasn't funny, Roxas!" She shouted.
"But it was convincing." Roxas chuckled in return. "You fell for it hook, line and sinker, Rias." Roxas looked over at Rias, and saw that steam was practically coming out of Rias' nose and ears, as she looked upon Roxas' naked body, which was right in front of her.
When she looked close enough at him, she saw- good fucking Yahweh above, was that ten inches?!"
"Eleven and a half, to be exact." Roxas replied, with a smirk. "Anyway, Rias. Anything else you want to ask-" he disappeared in another cloud of white smoke, and 'Palutena' sat next to Rias again. "Palutena?" 'Palutena' smirked, before reverting back to her real, sexy-as-fuck silver-haired man-form.
"Why?!" Rias, who was still slightly annoyed at being duped by the same trick for the second time in a week (in outside-time-chamber-time), cried. "Why did you do that?! Did you really have to transform into your wife?! And that's weird as fuck, by the way!"
Roxas laughed, again, before adopting a more serious expression.
"Yes, I did have to transform into Palutena." He replied. "Because, Rias..." He shrugged. "I knew you had feelings for me, and I know you've had them for a while."
"WHAT?!" Rias cried, at this revelation.
"Yup." Roxas replied. "However, I knew that you'd never, EVER, tell me your feelings to my face, just like every anime girl ever, particularly the tsunderes- fuck I hate tsunderes- and any boy who doesn't even know what the words 'penis', 'breasts' and 'vagina' mean."
"Then why transform into Palutena?" Rias replied. "And you haven't even acknowledged how weird that is!"
"Rias, I might be a pervert, but I'm not stupid." Roxas replied. "I know that you're a lot more comfortable around Palutena than around me. So, I thought, why not transform into her and get you to reveal your feelings for me that way?"
"...That is a really sneaky thing to do." Rias remarked, in a deadpan voice.
"We're Devils, Rias." Roxas replied. "Or rather, you're a Devil. I'm a Nephalem, but I'm still part-Devil, so it counts. Being sneaky, being selfish, indulging in and encouraging what those self-righteous fucks at the Church call 'sin', which any other sane being would just call 'regular human nature', that's kinda our shtick."
"Fair enough." Rias replied, watching as Roxas got up, not even bothering to cover his modesty.
"Anyway. I'm gonna go to bed. See you in the morning, Rias." Roxas made to leave, but he felt a hand grab his wrist. When he turned around, he saw that Rias had stood up, and was holding his wrist.
"Roxas..." She whispered, before taking a breath and speaking more boldly. "Can I come with you?" She asked. "Can I... sleep in your room with you?"
Roxas blinked.
"You know what? Sure." He replied. "Come on."
In one quick move, Roxas had picked Rias up, bridal-style, and was carrying her through a transportation-circle, into his bedroom.
"And by the way, Rias." Roxas remarked. "I transform into Palutena all the time, and Palutena transforms into me all the time. We fuck each other in the forms of the other just to see what it feels like."
Rias flushed again.
Line Break
The Day of the Rating Game
Roxas' eyelids flickered for a few seconds, before, with a small groan, they opened, revealing slightly sleepy red eyes, the owner of which sat up and yawned.
Roxas looked down and smiled slightly, at the sight of the naked form of his aunt, Rias Gremory, sleeping as soundly as a baby, next to him. Her right had been draped over his torso, and when Roxas looked behind him, he saw that her left arm was in the perfect position to be wrapped around the back of his neck. Evidently, she'd been using her nephew as a body pillow.
Yawning, Roxas slipped out of bed, stripped himself of the boxers he'd slipped on last night (he was VERY in favour of bending Rias over the bed and taking her like no man would EVER be able to take her, but Rias wanted to wait until her freedom from Riser was ensured, lest she lose the match and face the consequences of rebelling against her family AND sleeping with a man other than her husband, something which Roxas understood and accepted) and walked into his en-suite shower room.
About twenty minutes later, Roxas came out of the shower, and dressed himself in his normal attire, while watching Rias slowly wake up.
"Morning, sleepyhead." Roxas greeted his aunt, who sat up in bed, and yawned, cutely.
"Morning." Rias groaned, as she stretched herself, and stood up out of bed. "Today's the day, huh?" She asked, while looking over at Roxas.
"Yup." Roxas replied, stretching himself. "After you decided to fall asleep on top of your nephew last night, I heard from Mom that she's coming over in two hours to teleport you and your peerage to the Rating Game. So... get dressed."
Rias nodded, and changed into her school uniform (she had nothing else to wear) before leaving the room along with Roxas, and the two of them walked downstairs together.
After a delicious breakfast cooked by Akeno and Asia (with Rias' and Mirajane's help, as Rias wanted to thank Roxas in some way for his hospitality and help in training her and her peerage), Roxas, Palutena, Rias and Rias' peerage sat in the living room, in a rather tense silence.
Koneko (who had her cat-ears and tail out) was pulling on a pair of black fighter-gloves with pink cat-pawprints on the upper palms. Rias, Isane and Mirajane were drinking tea.
Roxas and Palutena were sat next to each other, with Roxas' head on Palutena's shoulder. Palutena was gently stroking her husband's silky, silver hair, while everyone was silent.
As a silver transportation-circle opened at the entrance to the room, Roxas sat up, as Grayfia came out of it.
"Greetings, everyone." She greeted everyone with a bow. "Lady Rias, are you ready?"
"I am." Rias replied, drinking the rest of her tea, and sitting up. "When does the game start?"
"In about ten minutes." Grayfia replied. "You will be transported to the battlefield when that time is near."
"Battlefield?" Isane looked confused.
"It's an alternate dimension created just for the game. Usually by a party neutral to those fighting." Roxas replied. "So, I guess Serafall or Ajuka will be creating a dimension for this game."
"You are correct, Roxas." Grayfia replied. "Lord Ajuka is the one creating the dimension for the Rating Game. I will be the one referee'ing the match."
"Fair enough, Mom." Roxas remarked, as Grayfia continued speaking.
"By the way, Lady Rias, you should know that your older brother, your parents, your nephew, your cousin and Lord Sairaorg will be watching this Rating Game." Grayfia addressed Rias, who looked slightly surprised.
"Sirzechs is watching...?" She asked.
"Yes. Though I personally don't agree with him taking time out of his duties, I do understand that this is an important occasion for him, your first Rating Game." Grayfia explained.
Roxas muttered something under his breath, which Rias didn't quite hear. However, she did distinctly hear the words 'take a shit' in her nephew's mutterings.
Right at that moment, Grayfia spoke again.
"It's time."
Rias stood up, and stated "Let's go!" to her peerage, who followed her into a silver transportation-circle that Grayfia created, and a second later, the five of them had disappeared.
Once they were gone, Grayfia turned to Roxas.
"Roxas, would you like to come and watch the Rating Game in the private booth, set up for Rias and Riser's relatives?" She asked. "As her nephew and trainer, I recommend that you do."
"Eh, sure." Roxas replied. "Palutena? You fancy coming?"
"Nah." Palutena replied. "Is it possible that the Rating Game can be broadcast here?"
"Yes. Please wait a moment." Grayfia replied. She pointed her finger at the 110-inch TV, and muttered something, before the TV glowed silver, and then stopped glowing.
"There." Grayfia replied. "When the TV is turned on, the Rating Game will be what is playing."
"Thanks." Palutena replied. "See you, Rox."
"Seeya, Pal." Roxas replied, pressing his lips against Palutena's for a second before standing up and walking over to Grayfia, who took him through another transportation-circle.
Roxas and his mother came out in a room with a few chairs scattered around, all of which facing a large screen, which was broadcasting a blank screen right now. All the chairs were occupied, but that problem was solved when Grayfia waved her hand and created another chair for Roxas to sit on.
Looking around, Roxas saw nine people sat in the chairs: Zeoticus (who, to Roxas' satisfaction, had a welt in the spot exactly in between his eyes, where Roxas had pinged him with the Excalibur Galatine-turned-rubber-band), Venelana, Sirzechs, Millicas, Rika Phenex, Head of the Phenex Clan, Renzo Phenex, Rika's husband, Fianna Asmodeus, former Heiress to the House of Phenex, much like how Sirzechs was the former Heir to the House of Gremory, before Roxas, and later Rias, took that role, and Roxas' first cousin-once removed, Sairaorg Bael.
Rika Phenex was a beautiful woman in her late-twenties, with blonde hair, done up very high with ornate hair decorations, and dark blue eyes. She wore a light purple dress, with dark purple accents and a blue bow at the front. At the back, three feather-like extensions, mimicking a bird's tail, protruded from the dress.
Renzo Phenex was a man in his mid-to-late twenties, with blonde hair that was spiked-up at the back, dark blue eyes, and a rather noble aura exuding from him. He wore stereotypical nobles attire from the 19th-to-20th centuries.
Fianna Asmodeus was a stunningly beautiful woman in her early-twenties, arguably as beautiful as Palutena or Grayfia. She had dark blue eyes, just like her parents, and long, smooth blonde hair, reaching down to her back. She wore a golden and red dress that hugged her buxom figure quite fittingly, accenting her chest, which was, at a glance, around as developed as Akeno, give or take a centimetre or two, hips and long legs, which were seen only through a cut on her dress. She wore a dark purple hair-clip in the form of a phoenix on her left side.
Ruval Phenex, Fianna's younger twin brother, like his older sister, two younger brothers and one younger sister, had blonde hair and dark blue eyes. He wore proper noble clothing, much like his father.
Sairaorg Bael, the Heir to the House of Bael, was a tall, handsome young man, appearing to be around the same age as Roxas, with short black hair (spiked over to the right side) and violet eyes. He had a very muscular build, and he wore a white and purple long-sleeved coat, with golden trimming.
Everyone looked up, and saw Roxas, while Grayfia magic-circled away.
"Hey, everyone." Roxas grinned, his hands in his pockets. Venelana, Sirzechs, Renzo, Rika and Ruval greeted Roxas in friendly manners, while Zeoticus just frowned, and glared at Roxas. Sairaorg looked upon Roxas with slight interest, and Fianna smiled up at Roxas. However, Millicas was the most outspoken in his happiness to see Roxas.
"Big bro!" The youngest son of Sirzechs and Grayfia chirped, jumping up from his chair and wrapping his arms around Roxas.
"Millicas." Zeoticus spoke, slightly sternly, to Millicas. "Don't do something like that in present company."
"Oh, let him, Lord Zeoticus." Fianna spoke up, as she stood up from her chair. "You're only young once, you know." As Millicas let go of Roxas and returned to his seat, Fianna (who was as tall as Roxas) walked over to him and wrapped her arms around the man who, though she wasn't his official godmother, she viewed as more of a godson to her than Serafall did.
Serafall might be Fianna's best friend, but even the former Heiress to the Phenex Clan had to admit that Serafall, rather than acting as Roxas' godmother, acted more as a childish, yet cute and flirty, older sister to the silver-haired Gremory.
"Roxas, my dear." Fianna spoke, softly. "It's been too long. And it's so nice to see you again."
"Nice to see you too, Fianna." Roxas replied, as he took a seat on the chair created for him, which was between Fianna and Sairaorg.
"Have you been okay?" Fianna asked. "I've only heard of your... re-emergence, a week or so ago, and I've had barely any time to come and see you. How have you been?"
"Very good, thanks." Roxas replied, as Millicas walked over to Roxas and perched himself on his knee. He and Fianna began talking among themselves until the screen in front of them flashed.
In the Rating Game Dimension
Rias and her peerage were sat down on sofas in the ORC room of an exact replica of Kuoh Academy, with Rias explaining to Isane upon their arrival that this was a fake version of the school, created for the Rating Game by Ajuka Beelzebub.
"Hello, everyone." Grayfia's voice sounded. It seemed to sound all around them. "Welcome to today's Rating Game between Lady Rias, the Heiress to the House of Gremory, and Lord Riser Phenex, the third son of the House of Phenex. My name is Grayfia Lucifuge, and I will be the arbiter of today's match."
Rias' peerage was silent as Grayfia continued to speak.
"I took suggestions from both Lady Rias and Lord Riser, and had this battlefield, which is a perfect replica of Kuoh Academy, an educational institution in the human world, created for this match. The location where both teams were transported to will be their 'base', with Ladsy Rias' 'base' being in the Occult Research Club's clubroom, located in the Old School Building, and Lord Riser's 'base' being the Student Council Room, located in the New School Building. Pawns will be promoted if they can make it to the other team's 'base'.
Mirajane handed out earphone-type things to all the members of Rias' peerage, instructing them all to place them into their ears, which would enable them to communicate with each other on the battlefield.
"In one minute, the battle will commence." Grayfia's voice sounded. "This match will continue until either one of the Kings has been defeated, or until one of the Kings has surrendered. Good luck to both sides."
"Alright, everyone." Rias unrolled a map of Kuoh Academy and placed it onto the desk. "I've been thinking for a bit, and I've a good idea of what to do for this match."
"What are your orders, President?" Kiba asked.
"Well, first." Rias replied, walking over to the window, where she had a perfect view of the only exit from the New School Building, opened the window, and extended her hand.
When Isane looked, she saw that four magic-circles had appeared, in two rows of two, outside the door, in such a way that it impossible for anyone to not step on them, if they were to walk out of that door.
"What was that for, Rias?" She asked.
"You'll see, Isane." Rias replied. "Well, hopefully. Anyway." She pointed to Mirajane. "Mirajane. Use one of your Satan Soul forms, and destroy the school gymnasium."
Mirajane nodded, spread four Devil wings, and jumped out of the school building, going into her default Satan Soul form. Conjuring a huge ball of darkness, she flung it at the school gymnasium, and blew it up on the spot, before returning, and going back into her original form.
"What was that for, Rias?" Isane asked, again.
"The gym is like the centre of a chessboard, Isane." Rias explained, patiently. "If the enemy were to take it, we would be at a tactical disadvantage. Added onto the fact that as a building, it's more secure than being wide open, I don't want Riser to have the chance to take it."
Isane nodded, and stood back, looking out of the window when she saw the doors to the new school building opening, and two people walking out of them.
The first woman who walked out was a young woman with long pale blue hair and amber eyes, that had purple highlights around them. She had tanned skin and is wore a bikini made up of a metallic underwire brassier and a silk loincloth that exposed her sides. She also wears a silver-coloured tiara and neck rings with a ruby and blue gem respectively. Other accessories that she wore included ruby orb earrings, a snake themed bracelet on her upper arm and a transparent pink veil across both her arms. This was Shuriya, a Pawn of Riser's peerage.
The second woman was a young girl with blue hair, and light brown eyes. Her hair was styled with four short ponytails, with two of the four pointed up and the other two pointed down. The front of her hair had split bangs going across her forehead, with side-bangs framing her face. Her outfit consisted of a white haori with a red obi, which she wore under a red happi coat. She wore bandages on her forearms and shins, and wore black guards over her hands. For footwear, she wears a pair of zōri. She also carried a long staff. This was Mira, another Pawn of Riser's peerage. She was known as the weakest member.
"Alright, Mira." Shuriya said. "Let's get a feel for this battlefield, then report back to Lord Riser immediately."
"Right." Mira replied, taking a step out of the door, and, almost instantaneously, beginning to feel somewhat drowsy. The blue-haired Pawn yawned loudly.
"What's up with you?" Shuriya asked, before stepping outside, and beginning to yawn herself. "Hey... are you feeling tired?"
"Yeah..." Mira replied, stumbling slightly. "I feel as if I could just..." She began to fall forward. "Fall asleep..."
Mira crashed into the ground, and Shuriya did, seconds later, right next to her.
From the other side of the battlefield, Rias snapped her fingers, and the two front magic-circles activated, and the fast-asleep Mira and Shuriya got a concentrated blast of Power of Destruction to the face each.
They didn't even feel a thing, as they were each enveloped in a blue light, and disappeared.
"Two of Lord Riser's Pawns have been retired." Grayfia's voice sounded.
Back in the clubroom, Rias smirked to herself, before turning back to her peerage.
"Now." Rias spoke to Isane and Koneko. "Isane. Koneko. I want you two to go out first. Engage any opposition you face, and show no mercy."
"Got it." Isane replied, activating her Boosted Gear. Koneko nodded, cracking her knuckles, and letting out a small "nya". The brunette host of Ddraig and the white-haired Nekoshou walked out of the ORC room, and out onto the courtyard of the school, where almost immediately, they were met with hostile forces.
The first two of the five girls that, presumably, had been sent out to fight seemed to be twins, both with turquoise hair that they tied to one side of their head with a yellow ribbon (Isane noted that each twin had tied their hair to the opposite side of their head to the other twin), and blue eyes. Both of their outfits consisted of gym uniforms, which consisted of white t-shirts with blue accents, black leggings, and blue sneakers over knee-high socks. They also wore an orange wrist band on their right wrist. They both carried blue chainsaws, and Isane saw discarded gym bags on the ground.
The third person was a young girl with shoulder length brown hair and blue eyes, dressed in a sleeveless French maid uniform that exposed her cleavage, with a white laced design on the edges, as well as a maid headpiece, half-apron, and forearm length finger-less gloves.
The fourth was also a young girl, but with shoulder length light brown hair and dark brown eyes, dressed in a buttoned, sleeveless, French maid uniform with a white laced design, along with a standard maid head piece, cuffs, and a white half-apron to go with the set. She also wore light grey tights.
The fifth and final person, stood behind the first four girls, was a woman with short, light brown hair and grey eyes. Her hair had three red highlights across, and wore a plain white mask which covered the right side of her face. Her outfit consisted of a black jacket and matching jeans. The jacket had wide shoulders and a wide collar, and features three leather straps on both her arms. It was also slightly open, revealing her rather-large breasts and cleavage, and was cut off at her midriff. Her jeans had a section (on her right pant leg) cut off, revealing some of her thighs and rear end, and also featured three leather straps on her calves, just below the ankles, and two extra straps on her right pant leg to keep it in place. She also wore black fighting gloves and boots.
"Damn. Burnt chickenshits." Isane whispered, getting into a battle stance.
"I'll take the Rook." Koneko remarked, pointing to the woman in the mask. "You keep those four Pawns off me, okay?"
"Got it." Isane replied, as Koneko rushed forward, springing over the four Pawns, and landing behind them, instantly beginning to engage the masked woman in combat. Isane, cracking her knuckles, rushed forward to engage the four girls in combat.
And that's the ninth chapter of Nephalem of Gremory, everyone! Rias and co.'s training has finished with Rias getting a Chelsea-like prank from Roxas, and the Rating Game has begun! Also Koneko's and Kuroka's relationship has been rekindled, but... *huge yawn* that happens in SOOO many DxD fics, including canon DxD itself, it's not even original anymore.
About Fianna. I know everyone who's read Vigilant Angel will know that she has red hair, but in this fic, she's got blonde hair. Because I honestly can't imagine anyone who's a Phenex with blonde hair, and we've already got a Satan with red hair.
Keep voting either 'yea' or 'nay' on the poll which will decide whether or not Roxas will get a set of Evil Pieces, as the poll will close at the end of next chapter!
Also one more thing. I belong to a Discord server that's full of canc- readers and writers of DxD fanfiction. Here's the link to it: discord. Gg/xEApPAS.
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!
Three Sizes of New Girls:
Rika: 90-55-89
Fianna: 100-55-90
Next Time: The Rating Game, Roxas and Fianna
After Next Time: Evil Pieces or No?, Nephew and Aunt Lemon
After After Next Time: Goddess of Oxytocin
Preview of Next Chapter:
"Roxas, if you ever need to talk, or just need emotional support, I'm here." Fianna spoke, caringly. "You understand that, right?"
"Yeah." Roxas replied. "Thanks, Fianna."
SEE YOU LATER~!