Anything you recognise isn't mine.
It was three days after Roxas had taken the virginity of the crimson-haired beauty known as Rias Gremory. In the (relatively) early morning, Roxas' aunt, along with Roxas' first Bishop, Akeno Himejima, were cuddling with their lover, with the three of them also being as naked as the days they were born, being approximately 600, 18 and 20, in the cases of Roxas, Rias and Akeno, respectively.
"Goddamn, Rias." The silver-haired Roxas remarked, pressing his lips against Rias' forehead. "Just half a week after taking your virginity, I never thought you'd be able to keep up with Akeno. But you did."
"Heheh." Rias replied, her voice a slight pant, as she shifted her grip on her nephew. "Thanks, Roxas."
"We'll make the perfect lover out of you yet, Rias." Akeno gave a sultry smirk towards the crimson-haired girl who she had come to quickly view as a friend. "Just you wait."
"I'm not too sure about that." Rias replied, going more pink than she already was, as her face was already flushed with arousal from the debauchery that she had partaken in with her nephew and Akeno for the past hour or so. "I don't have many powers that have the potential to be used sexually like you do. I mean I can't cover my breasts and/or pussy in lightning and use it to keep Roxas in place while you ride him like your own personal toy."
"True." Akeno replied. "But that doesn't mean you can't learn anything~"
"Fair enough." Rias replied. "Also, Akeno, you were right about threesomes. I'll admit that I was initially sceptical about the idea of sharing my nephew with someone, but I've never felt more pleasure in my life."
Akeno gave a sexy chuckle.
"I know I'm right." She replied. "Threesomes, and sexy times with more than one person in general, are incredibly hot." She placed a hand on Roxas' chest and began stroking it, gently. "I'll admit that I've fantasized about the idea of Roxas having a threesome with me and my mo-"
"Aaaanyway." Roxas cut across his Bishop before she could finish. "There's much more to the potential of sexy times than threesomes, Rias. Just imagine how hot, say, a foursome, with you, Akeno and your hot Queen Mirajane would be."
Roxas would swear until the end of his life that he saw a little bit of drool leaving Rias' mouth, while she thought about it.
"Ooh, that does sound hot~" Akeno remarked. "Mirajane is certainly a good-looking Queen, especially in her Satan Soul forms."
"Agreed." Roxas replied. "The outfit that her original Satan Soul puts her in... I'd probably say that it's as hot as your school uniform, Rias."
"You think I look hot in that?" Rias asked, looking up and wiping the drool away from her lips ('Ha!' Roxas thought. 'Knew she was drooling.')
"Of course." The former Gremory Heir replied. "Even before I took you back here and screwed you to hell and back for the first time, I was very prepared to just bend you over your desk, push your skirt up, put your thong aside, and-"
"I think Rias gets it, Roxas." Akeno replied, looking very close to laughing at how red Rias was going. "Let's just get up, shall we?"
"Sure." Roxas replied, shaking Rias and Akeno off him and sitting up. After hopping out of bed, he walked over to the new walk-in closet that came with his bedroom in the new Greek villa that Azazel had had brought for him (but not before reaching forward and giving Akeno's breasts a playful squeeze, making his Bishop moan wantonly.
As the silver-haired Roxas got dressed, Rias and Akeno picked up their own sets of underwear, and pulled them on. After that, they each pulled on a translucent nightgown. Both of these nightgowns were actually Akeno's, who wore a black one, but she had lent one of them to Rias, who wore a pink one.
Once they had gotten them on, they waited around for Roxas, who, after a minute, walked out of his closet, in a pair of jeans and a Pantera shirt.
The three of them took the minutes-long walking trip downstairs, and eventually ended up in the kitchen, where Asia was cooking breakfast, with Palutena stood beside her. Roxas noticed that Asia was casting spells to help with the cooking. He also noticed (and appreciated) that Asia was wearing a dark teal apron that exposed a lot of her skin (particularly her back and legs, which despite her short stature, did look rather nice). While talking with Rias and Akeno (whose cleavage under their nightgowns could be very clearly seen), Roxas couldn't stop his eyes from wandering back to Asia, whom... was it just him, or was she swaying her hips a little bit more than a girl would naturally do?
"Here's your breakfast, Roxas." Asia said, procuring a plate of breakfast, and giving it to Roxas, who immediately began eating.
"Fucking hell, Asia, this is great." Roxas spoke, as he continued eating. "Thanks!"
From her position on the cooker, Asia gave a blush. A blush that went unnoticed by everyone... except Palutena.
"You're welcome, Roxas." She replied, before turning around to give Rias and Akeno their plates. The exiled-nun-turned-Angel-turned-Nephalem accepted their thanks as well, as she received similar praises from Rias and Akeno.
After about ten minutes, Roxas, Rias and Akeno finished their breakfast, and after that, elected to just go sit in the living room and watch some TV. When they left, leaving Asia and Palutena alone, Roxas' emerald-haired Goddess of a wife turned her eyes on her first successful Creation, and smiled.
"Roxas had his eyes on you the whole time." She remarked, as Asia began using magic (magic that Palutena had been teaching her ever since Asia had become an Angel) to clean up the cooker. "I told you that apron would get Roxas to notice your body."
"Really?" Asia asked, looking at Palutena, and smiling. "Thanks for lending it to me and shrinking it down for me, Palutena!"
"No problem." Palutena replied, walking over to Asia and enveloping her in a gentle hug. "And now that you're a Nephalem, Roxas seeing you as physically attractive will get easier. Thanks to your Devil physiology and your natural demonic power reacting with your desire to be seen as attractive, it'll work wonders on that body of yours in no time."
Asia smiled.
"Good." She replied, before looking down. "I just can't see myself competing with Akeno, Rias or Penemue, in terms of... you know... my-"
"You don't have to." Palutena replied, cutting across Palutena. "Though Roxas is a fan of large breasts, it's not a make-or-break factor for him. Case and point: me." When Asia looked slightly confused, Palutena continued. "Out of the women Roxas has presently stuck his dick in, believe it or not, my bust size is actually the second-smallest, behind Akasha."
"I see." Asia replied, as she began to start washing up again. After a few seconds, Palutena elected to join her in her endeavours, as one person cooking breakfast for five people (Valian had left minutes before Roxas, Rias and Akeno came down, even with the help of magic, wasn't an easy task.
After all the dishes had been washed, Palutena left the room, and as she made her way into the living room, heard Rias and Roxas talking.
"Yeah, sure, I'll attend this celebration party, or whatever." Roxas seemed to reply to something that Rias had said. "It's in two days, right?
"Yes, at the Gremory Manor. And great." Rias replied, as Palutena walked into the living room, and saw Rias and Akeno, with Roxas in the middle of them, watching a show on the 110-inch TV. Palutena also saw, from where she was standing, that one of Roxas' hands was very well situated on Rias' ass, underneath her nightgown, and underneath her thong. "Sirzechs will be happy. Will Palutena be coming as well?"
"Nah." Palutena voiced her prescence from the doorway, as Roxas, Rias and Akeno all looked up. "Not my thing. Valian'll be happy to go, if I call her up about it, Roxas."
"I'll call her." Roxas replied to his wife, before turning to Rias. "Since she's my Queen, isn't it a cultural thing for Devils with a peerage to have their Queen by their side?"
"I wouldn't exactly call it 'cultural'" Rias replied. "But yes, it is recommended, for formality's sake."
"Fair enough." Roxas replied. "Didn't you mention something about a maid, Rias?"
"Oh, yes." Rias replied. "Since I'll probably be moving into your house soon, Roxas..."
'Yeah, we've talked about that.' Roxas thought to himself.
"I had an idea about the maid that was personally dedicated to me, as the Gremory Heir, moving into your house as well." Rias continued. "Zest's very good at cooking, easily as good as Asia, I'd say."
"Hmm..." Roxas replied, as he considered the possibility. After forcing down the feeling of slight indignation, as he had never had a maid dedicated to him when he was Heir to the House of Gremory, or anything of that sort, he was overcome with a slight feeling of suspicion.
Though he was certainly not opposed to the idea of having a dedicated maid in his house (as even though Asia was very willing to do, and was REALLY good at, cooking for everyone, he did feel slightly guilty that barely anyone in the house could cook like she could), there was also the fact to consider that this Zest person was a maid of the Gremory family, and therefore, there was the possibility of her being ordered by Zeoticus to spy and inform on him. It sounded like something that Zeoticus, the annoying grandfather bastard that he was, would do.
"I don't know." The silver-haired Nephalem replied. "How do I know that this maid of yours won't just inform on me, like some pseudo-KGB agent?"
"Geez, Roxas, do you really think so low of everyone associated with the House of Gremory, excluding me?" Rias whispered (though Roxas heard her, he chose to ignore that reply). "I can assure you that Zest is loyal to me before the Gremory Clan as a whole, and she's downright stated to me that my words take priority over Zeoticus', in her mind."
"I see." Roxas replied, lying back on the sofa, as he gently squeezed Rias' ass, in thought. "I'll consider it." He replied. "If I can meet this Zest, I'll be happy to consider further."
"Oh, I wonder what that'll end up leading to?" Palutena asked herself, slightly sarcastically, from her position at the door.
Roxas, Rias and Akeno all laughed.
Line Break
At around the same time that Roxas, Rias and Akeno laughed at Palutena's crass remark, it was nighttime in Kuoh Town. At this time, Isane Hyoudou was sat in her room, at her desk, finishing off some of the homework that she'd been set. As this happened, she heard a knock on her bedroom door.
"Isane?" Isane heard her mother, Kasumi Hyoudou, outside her room. "I've got dinner for you."
"Thanks, Mom." Isane replied. After a second, the bedroom opened, and Issei's mother, who just looked like an older, slightly more busty version of her daughter, but with green eyes instead of brown, walked in, and placed a tray, that had a nice-looking meal on it.
"Enjoy." Kasumi smiled, and left the room, leaving Isane alone to her homework. After the sounds of Kasumi heading down the stairs had long gone, Isane heard a familiar voice in her Boosted Gear. One that hadn't been heard since the Rating Game.
["Hey, Isane. Been a while."]
"Hey, Elsha." Isane replied, to the woman who was talking to her even more than Ddraig was (he was still salty at the fact that Isane, like Elsha before her, had fallen for Roxas). "Yeah, it has. Nearly a week, in fact."
["I thought I'd give you some alone time while recovering from that Rating Game with Riser Phenex."] Elsha explained. ["Speaking of that, one. Well done. You did amazingly in that Rating Game. I was reminded of myself with the way you fought. And two. Man, Underworld medicine has come a long way since I was alive."]
"Yeah." Isane replied. "I'm surprised that the doctors managed to fix my spine in a matter of hours."
["That's the Underworld for you."] Elsha replied. ["Since you're the Red Dragon Empress, you probably got special treatment from them."] She chuckled, as Isane blushed. ["Anyway, what I said earlier still stands."]
"It doesn't mean I feel bad about the fact that I got Retired, though." Isane replied.
["Right at the end of the match."] Elsha retorted. ["Transferring your remaining power to Rias Gremory's Knight brought on the move that won the Rating Game, whether you were Retired or not. I'd say that thanks to that, that Retirement barely counted."]
"…" Isane was silent, and Elsha was quick to add onto her little speech.
["D-Don't take that the wrong way! I'm not saying you were unimportant to the Game at all, if that's what you're thinking!"]
"I wasn't thinking." Isane replied. "I just didn't have any words to reply with, so I didn't speak."
["...Oh."] Elsha replied, before taking a breath. ["Rias Gremory's very lucky to have you, you know."]
"Yeah." Isane replied, smiling to herself. "Just like she's lucky to have Roxas."
["…"] This time, it was Elsha's turn to stay silent, as Isane brought up her first, and only, boyfriend. The strongest female host of Ddraig didn't say a word for fifteen whole seconds, before she spoke again. ["Yeah, you're right. She is. Just like the doubtless multiple other women that have feelings for him. I always thought that he'd be the harem-type."]
"Yeah, me included." Isane replied. "I'm not speaking from my dragonic instincts, but I honestly feel like he's a guy that I'd like to be with. Not like Matsuda, Motohama or Apoge, who either tried to force themselves on me, and- well, I don't want to go into Apoge."
["No, I never struck you as that type of girl."] Elsha quipped in reply, making Isane blush hard, causing the blonde beauty to laugh inside the Boosted Gear.
["Oh, Isane, you're too easy to tease."] she sniggered. ["Anyway, Isane. If you have feelings for Roxas, tell him. I'm sure he won't deny you."]
"Didn't he leave you?" Isane asked. "Because he hurt you really badly?"
["He did."] Elsha replied. ["However, that doesn't mean that he'd leave you again. As long as he doesn't indirectly kill you, that is."]
"He won't." Isane replied, sounding more confident than she inwardly was as she began to eat her dinner. "Elsha... can I ask you something?"
["Go for it."]
"Are you upset at Roxas?" Isane asked, directly. "For leaving you?"
["…"] Like before, Elsha remained silent. For up to half a minute, she remained entirely silent, before she replied.
["Well, at first, I was rather upset at Roxas for leaving me."] Elsha replied. ["And dying made it worse. I felt abandoned by the one person that I'd ever fallen for, and for a while, I was more resentful than I even thought possible. But now..."]
"But?" Isane urged her on, intrigued.
["But now, in the two centuries I've had in here, I've managed to get over him leaving." Elsha replied. "Holding resentment, or a grudge, against someone is really bad for your health, if only Ddraig knew that."]
["Hmph."] Ddraig gave a huff, but didn't say anything else.
["So to answer your question, Isane, I'm not upset now at Roxas for leaving."] Elsha replied. ["Have you got anything else to ask?"]
"Yes." Isane replied. "If, hypothetically, you got to talk to Roxas again, would you give him a second chance? Would you talk to him again?"
["That was technically two questions at once."] Elsha remarked. ["But to answer, Isane, if certain conditions are met, yes. I would give Roxas a second chance. If Roxas proved that he's sorry that he left me, and is willing to give our relationship another go, as I still look back on our relationship with fond memories, I'd give him a second chance."]
"Huh... okay." Isane replied.
["Because imagine for a second that it was you who was given the second chance." Elsha explained. "Wouldn't you feel better if you were given an opportunity to give something another go? Whether it's the car you've been hired to fix or the relationship that took a turn for the worse due to your own mistakes, or hell, even one of those video games that you love playing."]
Isane sniggered for a second, being unable to imagine what it would be like to not be given a second chance if she died in a game like Dark Souls or Shovel Knight.
"It's always a nice feeling to know that someone, or something, is giving you a chance to redeem yourself."] Elsha continued. ["If you earn it, of course."]
"Alright." Isane replied. "Thanks for the advice, Elsha."
["Anytime."]
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The next day, the day after Roxas and Rias had had a very productive (and intense, on the levels that a particularly rowdy fuck-session with Valian was likely to turn out) training session down in the time chamber that had been used to train the crimson-haired beauty and her peerage, that resulted in Rias, according to Palutena, coming close to achieving her fourth pair of Devil wings... Roxas woke up.
There was no middle ground between sleeping and awakening. Just one second Roxas was asleep, and the next he was awake. Simple as that. How very unusual.
'Huh.' Roxas thought, as, while in the loose embrace of his aunt, he sat up, his senses (both physical and magical) stretched. 'I was sure I felt something. Some presence that's not usually here. Else I wouldn't have been woken up.'
Stretching his senses to his breaking point, Roxas focused, trying to find the presence that he thought had woken him up, but for the moment, found none.
However, as he thought about giving up and going back to sleep (as he did enjoy Rias' sleeping embraces a lot), along with cancelling his magical sense, Roxas felt it. He didn't just THINK he felt it, he definitely felt it this time. One hundred and twenty five percent, he felt it.
A divine presence was moving into his house. A presence that, unlike Palutena's, that spoke (in the way that presences do) of kindness and wisdom, this presence seemed to speak of vanity and lust.
'Vanity and lust...' Roxas thought. 'I can only think of one deity who fits that bill. And I haven't interacted with her for... about a century. I think World War One was in it's closing stages when I last spoke to her.'
Casting a quick spell that swapped the position of himself with the position of a pillow on the two-seater couch, that sat in front of his bed and faced the 50-inch 4K TV, so Rias was hugging a pillow instead of him, Roxas silently dressed himself so as not to disturb his aunt.
Once he was dressed, Roxas slowly walked out of his room. After the minutes-long trip from the third floor out of four of his villa (where his room was situated) was over, he came to the living room, where he saw Palutena, sat on one of the sofas, and talking to someone on one of the other sofas.
The blonde hair. The violet eyes. The gown that barely covered anything and would be rendered entirely pointless upon the slightest breeze.
The figure that was comparable, if not outright superior, to Akeno's and Penemue's.
It was her, alright.
"Hello, Roxas." Aphrodite, the Greek Goddess of Love, Beauty and Sexuality, greeted her great-nephew-in-law. "My, it's been a long time, hasn't it?"
"You could say that." Roxas replied. "Ninty-nine years, eleven months and one day, since you tagged along with me to get the Golden Fleece of Colchis back from the Old Satan Faction. For the woman, who is now my Pact Magician, who YOU made fall in love with the bastard who helped steal it."
"Eh... hehehe." Aphrodite chuckled, in reply. "I won't deny that. Though Hera was the one who convinced, or coerced, me into making Medea fall in love with Jason."
"Sounds like something my mother would do." Palutena remarked, from her position on the sofa, before Roxas took his seat next to his wife.
"Alright, Oxytocin Goddess Aphrodite." Roxas remarked. "I'll be blunt. What are you doing here?"
"Oh, Roxas, there's no need to be mean to an old friend." Aphrodite replied, winking at Roxas and adjusting her position on the sofa, making her breasts bounce enticingly in their nigh-lack of cloth-based restraints. The blonde beauty inwardly smirked as she saw Roxas' eyes flick to her breasts, and back up into her face.
"The same old friend that'll probably try to seduce me." Roxas replied. "Like, I don't know, every guy you've ever met, ever?"
"Oh, you know that isn't true." Aphrodite replied. "I only hit on the very attractive ones~" her eyes raked Roxas' body for a moment, before she continued speaking. "But to answer your question, Rox, I was sent here as an envoy of Zeus. He wished to give you a message."
"What message would the King of the Greek Gods, and one of the Top 15 Strongest Beings, want with his step-daughter and step-son-in-law?" Palutena asked. "And doesn't he have a special messenger god for that? Hermes, I think?"
"Yes, Palutena, he does." Aphrodite replied. "But my nephew decided that Hera, the prideful bitch that she is, no offence-"
"None taken." Palutena replied.
"Would try to intercept Hermes, if Zeus sent him here." Aphrodite replied. "So he sent me instead, and well. Here I am."
"The message?" Roxas asked, scratching the back of his head, and making sure that Aphrodite saw his golden headband, just to make a non-verbal point.
"Ah. Yeah." Aphrodite replied. "Zeus simply wants you to know, if you don't already know, Roxas and Palutena, that he knows you're here. Simple as that."
"I see." Roxas replied. "Well, that's not exactly surprising. Zeus can sense anyone within the overly-politically-correct hell-hole that is Europe, so I'd be more shocked that he DIDN'T know exactly who and/or what was on his home turf."
"Yeah. That logic is pretty good." Aphrodite replied. "Just like how you're looking, Roxas." Her voice became a low purr. "Man, on appearances alone, you'd be an amazing catch, not just for a Goddess, but for anyone. And that's the fact that despite not officially being classed as a God, despite having God-Class abilities, you have a Goddess for a wife."
"Uh huh." Roxas replied, his eyes half-closed in the perfect 'deadpan' expression. Ignoring this, Aphrodite continued.
"I'd certainly enjoy seducing you, and-" Aphrodite made to continue, but Roxas spoke up.
"Good fucking luck." He cut across her, sarcastically, yet also in a tone that stated, quite firmly, that the conversation, and meeting, was closed.
"Oh well." Aphrodite stood up, leant over towards Roxas, and winked, her huge breasts bouncing. This time, Roxas' eyes didn't stray from the blonde Goddess' face. "See you around, Roxas~"
With a final wink, Aphrodite left, and was gone as if she was never there.
"Did I... *yawn* miss anything?"
Roxas and Palutena both looked up as Rias, dressed in the same pink nightie as yesterday but without the underwear underneath, walking into the lounge. Roxas and Palutena both noticed that Rias was limping, slightly.
"Barely anything, Rias." Roxas replied. "Just me talking with an old acquaintance of mine."
Rias walked over to Roxas, and sat down on the sofa next to him, letting Roxas kiss her, and place his hand on her large, soft breast, before squeezing lightly.
"Anyway- ahh~" Rias moaned from her nephew's ministrations. "What're you going to wear for the celebration party? It's supposed to be a semi-formal event."
"I dunno." Roxas replied. "I've only got a wardrobe optimised for one kind of formality, that being none at all. Unless I can get something, I'll just wear what I usually wear. That being this." He gestured to his jeans, Deathbat T-shirt and sneakers. "And a jacket, of course."
"I'm sure I can have Mirajane find some good clothes for you." Rias replied. "She knows the owner of a clothing store in the Underworld. Besides. That's what you always wear."
"Because it's comfy." Roxas retorted. "But anyway. Do we really have to worry about something like that now? Can't we put that off until later?"
"I guess so." Rias replied, as Roxas slowly pulled her face so it faced him, and kissed her deeply.
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The next night, at the Gremory Manor, Rias Gremory and her nephew, Roxas, came out of a red transportation-circle, with Mirajane and Valian, their respective Queens, in tow, just outside the main hall of the manor, where the celebration party was taking place, and where Roxas could hear voices coming from.
Rias was wearing an off-the-shoulder red dress, that went down to her feet, and had a slit that went to about three quarters of the way up her right leg, exposing her creamy skin to the world. Along with that, there was a cut in the top of the dress that exposed a portion of her cleavage.
Mirajane wore a sleeveless, ankle-length maroon dress with a plated skirt. The chest was adorned by a large, pink bow, and similarly coloured trimmings framed the rather ample neckline, acting as straps, and circled around her waist. Mirajane also wore high-heeled shoes that matched her dress, and accessorized with a small chain necklace with a blue oval gem attached to it, and a bracelet made of white flowers circling her right wrist.
Valian wore her normal attire: the V-neck shirt, leather jacket, burgundy jeans, silver chain, black shoes with buckles, everything.
And finally, Roxas wore a rather different attire to what he usually wore. The silver-haired Nephalem wore a silver leather jacket, black formal jeans (with a black belt that had silver lightning shapes studded into it), and his usual red sneakers with white laces. Underneath his silver jacket was a black dress shirt with red buttons. The shirt wasn't fully buttoned up (just one button short) giving a slight view to his chest).
"I gotta say, Mira." Roxas remarked. "The fashion sense of whoever you got to pick out these clothes for me is fucking amazing."
"I'll pass your compliments on to Coco, Roxas." Mirajane replied. "And yes, she does. We've been friends ever since I became Rias' Queen."
"Cool." Roxas replied, as Rias was looking up to see someone coming towards the four of them. The person coming towards them was a tall beautiful young woman with short white hair, tanned skin, and golden green eyes. She had a rabbit tail and rabbit ears, shaped like horns. She had a shapely and sturdy figure, and wore a modest-looking maid outfit.
"Hello, Zest." Rias greeted her. At the mention of the name, Roxas looked up, and clapped eyes on Zest for the first time.
'Well, someone's a good-looking maid.' He remarked to himself. 'Almost as hot-looking as Palutena does in a maid outfit.'
"Hello, Rias." Zest bowed to Rias. "You called me here?"
"Yeah, I did." Rias replied. "I wanted to introduce you to someone." She looked at Roxas. "Roxas, this is Zest, the maid I told you about."
"Cool." Roxas replied. "Nice to meet you."
Zest bowed in return.
"And this is Roxas, Zest. My nephew... and my lover." Rias replied. Zest looked back at Roxas, a slight pinkish colour coming over her face as images of a nude Roxas flashed into her mind.
Very pleasant images.
"Anyway, let's not keep anyone waiting." Rias replied, before turning to Zest. "We'll talk later, Zest." Zest bowed, and walked away, as the doors automatically opened, revealing the large party hall and all the guests inside. Roxas mentally counted at least a hundred of them.
"Rias! Roxas!"
Rias and Roxas both looked up, and saw Sirzechs, wearing his usual Lucifer attire, waving the pair of them over., Venelana, wearing a white dress with dark lace trim, and Zeoticus, wearing a bright white suit. Sirzechs and Venelana looked reasonably calm, while Zeoticus looked like his inward anger was close to boiling over.
Next to Sirzechs was Grayfia, and next to Zeoticus was an attractive young woman with violet eyes and a rather ganguro-like appearance: tan skin and light blond, shoulder-length hair. She appeared to be in her late twenties or early thirties, and had violet eyes. She wore a black, oversized commander jacket, under which was a short black dress with an empire halter and a necklace. She wore gladiator-like sandals.
"Hey, Dad." Roxas greeted Sirzechs, when he and Rias walked over.
"Glad you could make it, Roxas." Sirzechs spoke, hugging his eldest son, and then releasing him once Grayfia glared at him. "Rias has been telling me some rather interesting things, over the past week about things that've been going on between you and her."
"Speak for yourself, Sirzechs." Zeoticus muttered, as Roxas looked up into the eyes of his father.
"Where are you going with this, Dad?" Roxas asked. "You mad that I'm fucking Rias?"
"Not at all, Roxas." Sirzechs replied, inwardly shocking his eldest son, and his younger sister as well. "None of us do. Better you than Riser."
Zeoticus coughed, pointedly, but he was ignored by his wife, oldest son, daughter and grandson.
"It's nice that Rias has found someone that she feels comfortable enough with to give her purity to, Roxas." Venelana spoke, kindly. "And it's a plus that he's attractive, too~"
"Uh huh." Roxas replied, not reacting (or caring, for that matter) to his grandmother's flirting. "Also thanks for thinking I'm better than Riser for Rias, Dad."
"It's only true." Sirzechs smiled, ruffling the hair of his son.
"No, it's not!" Zeoticus growled, glaring death into Roxas' eyes. "You ruined one of the best potential marital agreements in recent Devil history-"
"For who?" Roxas glared back at his grandfather. "For you, who doesn't give a shit about your own daughter and tried to marry her off to a playboy asshole? Or for Rias, huh?"
Roxas didn't even give Zeoticus the chance to reply to him, as he and Valian walked away from him, Venelana and Sirzechs, with Rias and Mirajane following.
"Thanks, Roxas." Rias spoke up to her nephew. "For saying that. To Father."
"No prob." Roxas replied, smiling down at Rias.
"Well I'm gonna go somewhere." Rias remarked. "See you."
She and Mirajane left, and Roxas turned around...
And saw Serafall, dressed in a dark blue dress, Fianna, dressed in a dark yellow dress, and another woman standing a few feet away from him.
The other woman appeared to be a middle-aged woman that had very light-blonde hair tied back in a bun with a curl hanging down the right side of her face. Her eyes were bright green and she wore thin ovular glasses. She had dangling teal earrings that matched the hanging pendant on her collar. She wore a white long-sleeved, pleated top that had a wide keyhole neckline and gauntlet cuffs that flared in pleats at the wrist. Her lower body was covered by a black high-waisted pencil skirt with bronze buttons and black-brown stockings. She wore black boots with bronze heels, and a cape that is purple inside and black on the outside. The cut of the cape was stylized to end in flames and arrows, with a row of diamond-shaped bronze beads on the back.
"Hey." Roxas greeted the two Satans and Glynda Goodwitch (Serafall's Queen).
"Hi, Roxas~" Serafall greeted her godson, in a far calmer tone than the silver-haired Nephalem was used to: something that surprised him. "I've... got something to say."
Roxas was silent, as Fianna seemed to give Serafall a little bit of non-verbal insitence. However the fuck that worked.
"Roxas..." Sera took a breath. "I'm sorry, for making you feel so uncomfortable in bed with me, way back when."
Roxas blinked.
"I just hope you can forgive me." Serafall spoke, looking up at Roxas hopefully. "Because I still love you, Roxas."
"…" Roxas was silent, as when Serafall spoke, he remembered a particular time that his godmother did what she was referring to in her apology.
Flashback:
"S-Serafall?" Roxas, who at this time, looked to be about fifteen years old, spoke, clad in nothing but his boxer shorts and lying in his bed in the Gremory Manor. "What're you doing?"
"You know how I mentioned that I was going to teach you something useful, Roxas?" Serafall, clad in her magical girl's outfit, whispered, as she slowly crawled up Roxas' bed until she reached her godson. "Well, here it is." The current Satan reached to the sides of her outfit, and pulled it off, revealing her large breasts to the son of Sirzechs.
"Come on, Roxas." Serafall licked her lips, as she reached down and took hold of Roxas' hand. "They're all yours~"
Sera lifted Roxas' hand up, and guided it to her right breast. She gave a light groan as Roxas, by instinct, squeezed. "Ahh~ not so hard, Roxas." After a second, after Roxas (with her guidance) had loosened his clench on her breast, she smiled. "That's better."
"I don't know if I'm comfortable with this…" Roxas muttered, before Serafall placed a finger to his lips.
"Shh." She whispered. "You'll get used to it, Roxas. Trust me, you'll learn to love these breasts~"
As Serafall took her finger away from Roxas' mouth and made to lean forward into him, the door to Roxas' bedroom opened, revealling Grayfia Lucifuge standing in the doorway.
Flashback end
"I'll... consider it, Serafall." Roxas replied. "Even if I wasn't comfortable with what you did, it's in the past. I'm..." His eyes flicked to Fianna's, and then back to Sera's. "...Willing to give it another shot with you."
"Yay!" Serafall squealed, wrapping her arms around Roxas and hugging him, though Roxas noticed that her hug was a lot more gentle than usual. "You won't regret this, Roxas. I promise~"
Roxas grinned, as Serafall let go of him.
"I bet." Roxas replied. "Don't you have a little sister to dote on more than me?"
"Oh, fuck!" Roxas inwardly sniggered at his childish godmother dropping the 'F' Bomb. "I forgot!" She then dashed away, in the direction of some of the younger Devils that were gathered in a group, talking to each other. "SONA~!"
Glynda sighed, and followed her King, in exasperated pursuit. Once she and Serafall were both out of earshot, Roxas turned to Fianna.
"You put Serafall onto this, didn't you?"
"Who, me?" Fianna spoke, innocently. "What on Earth would give you that idea?"
"One, that every time Mom tried to stop her from doing what she did, she just replied that she was doing nothing wrong and 'teaching her amazing godson the wonders of the female body', and probably still, prior to just now thought that way." Roxas replied. "Two, the fact that you're the only person that Serafall will really listen to. Three, I can practically hear your 'Oh, Crap!' Smile."
"...Okay, I did it." Fianna replied. "You got me, Roxas."
"Thought so." Roxas replied. "Why though?"
"Because I like the idea of a threesome with you and Serafall?" Fianna replied. "Because I fancied pushing the pair of you closer to that end?"
Roxas facepalmed.
"Eh. At least you're honest about it." He replied. "Always something I like."
"Yeah. Honesty is important, you know." Fianna replied, walking towards Roxas, and running a finger across the top of his chest, that was exposed by his top button being undone. "Just like I'm being honest when I say you're hot onto the level of Eros. No, even more hot. At least you actually have a cock. Or so I'm told, at least."
"I don't even want to know how you found out." Roxas muttered.
"Good, because I wasn't going to tell you." Fianna replied. "I gotta have my secrets, after all~ Anyway, I'm gonna go chat with Diehauser, since he's just arrived. See you~"
"Later." Roxas replied, as Fianna walked away, making sure to give her hips a little extra sway to them as she walked.
"Man, Roxas." Valian remarked. "Two Satans hitting on you? I've heard of lucky bastards with harems, but you're a damn Charmer, Chick Magnet and-"
"Enough with the TV Tropes references, Valian." Roxas remarked, as he looked up and saw a circle of young Devils gathered in the middle of the room. "Hey look. Shit seems to be going down."
Roxas and Valian walked over to the scene of what was going on, and saw two people in the middle of the crowd.
The first of the two people was a fair-skinned young girl of around 16 years old, with silver eyes and black, neck-length choppy hair that gradated to dark red at the tips. She wore a white, high-neck décolletage blouse, a black and red skirt, an overbust corset and a black belt, bordered in red.
She also wore brown straps on her blouse. She wore thigh-high black stockings, reaching to a few inches below the hem of her skirt, decorated by an image of a long-stemmed rose. Her red-soled black boots contained four straps and buckles on each boot. She wore a red, hooded cloak that had a singular clip on the right shoulder in the shape of a red rose, and both the cloak and the stockings showed tears from hard-wear, or so Roxas thought.
The second person was a dark-skinned individual that had lots of black magic-like tattoos on his face, and on his upper body. He had green hair that stood on its end, and matching green eyes. He wore punk-style attire, and had ornaments on his pants, that jingled and clanked as he walked towards the silver-eyed girl, who was in very obvious discomfort.
"C-mon, you little cutie!" The punk-looking Devil grinned at the silver-haired girl. "Don't you want to have some fun with me? I'll make sure to go slow with you~"
"Get away from me!" The silver-haired girl replied, inwardly cursing herself for not bringing her Crescent Rose with her.
"Oh, you won't be saying that soon." Zephrydor Glasya-Labolas replied, as he stepped forward and reached out, very prepared to touch the girl, who was cringing away from him.
He would have done it, too, as no Devil in the immediate vicinity was anxious to help the girl, but suddenly, Zephrydor's hand, as well as his whole arm, was suddenly encased in a block of ice.
"...The fuck?!" He shouted, looking at his frozen arm. "What the he- AGH!"
Zephrydor gave a shriek of pain as, somehow, spikes protruded from the underside of the ice encasing his arm, and pricked him extremely painfully.
"She did tell you to get away from her, you know." Roxas replied, placing his arm down and stepping forward. The other young Devils parted like the Red Sea for him, as they had all, to some extent, heard about the son of the Great Satan Lucifer, and his power level, which stood in the same leagues as some of the strongest Satan-Class Devils.
Valian silently followed her King, ignoring the stares of some of the other male Devils, as some other people turned around to see what was going on.
"What's it to you, shithead?" Zephrydor turned on Roxas, gritting his teeth through the pain of his arm getting spiked, multiple times. "Why would you even help this little Hybrid bitch? She should be lucky that- AAAGH!"
Almost all of the Young Devils winced, horribly, as they saw the ends of the ice-spikes, that were previously in Zephrydor's arm, travelling out of the other side, with his blood on them.
"And you should be lucky that I'm not killing you on the spot." Roxas retorted. "Rapists deserve death. End of story."
"It's not rape if you like it!" Zephrydor shrieked in return. Ignoring this, Roxas stepped forward (the ice on Zephrydor's arm dissipating) and grabbed the green-haired Devil by the neck, and lifted him up, fully intent on throwing him out of the nearest window, before he heard a-
"Hey."
Roxas turned around, and saw someone else stepping through the crowd. This person, appearing to be a couple of years older than the silver-eyed girl, was a fair-skinned young woman with purple eyes and bright golden hair. Her hair was worn loose and faded to pale-gold at the tips, with a cowlick sticking out of the top. She wore a tan jacket with orange lining and gold edging, unzipped halfway to show an orange crop top. The coat had darker brown short sleeves, a thick collar that completely encircled her neck, and two long gold-trimmed rectangular tails. She also wore fitted black pants.
Around her hips and over the tails of her coat was a brown belt, which had two pieces of dark brown material, trimmed gold, attached to it. The first covered from her left hip to the back of the belt and was folded over the belt, and the second was attached from her right hip and almost around to the other piece of material. She wore knee-high brown boots with gold caps on the heel and toe, with the heel cap attaching to a gold strap across the front of her ankle, and a gold zipper on the upper half of the front of the boots. A single small buckled strap was on the upper outside of her boots, and a purple bandana was tied around her left knee. A pair of black fingerless gloves with long brown cuffs reaching to mid forearm completed the outfit.
"Yeah?" Roxas replied, casually tightening his grip on Zephrydor's throat.
"Though I appreciate what you're doing, can I be the one to punish that delinquent fuck?" The blonde-haired girl asked. "Someone picking on Ruby is one of the two things that just piss me off to the point that I get... punch-y."
"Hm?" While his hand was on Zephrydor's throat, Roxas looked from the now-named Ruby, to the golden-haired girl. After this, he raised an eyebrow.
"Sisters?"
"No." The girl replied. "Cousins."
"Ah. Got it." Roxas replied, dropping Zephrydor to the ground and walking away. "He's all yours."
While Roxas' back was turned, Zephrydor, regaining breath, jumped up and ran at Roxas, fully intent on attempting to make him know his place. However, before he could get anywhere near the former Gremory Heir, Roxas waved his hand, and Zephrydor's whole body, apart from his head, was encased in ice.
"There." Roxas remarked, turning around and grinning at the golden-haired girl. "You can thank me for the help later."
The golden-haired girl grinned, as Roxas walked away, and, as her purple eyes changed in colour to a smouldering crimson, she spread four Dragon wings, and jumped towards Zephrydor. Just one punch to his face from her was enough to both shatter the ice around Zephrydor, and send him flying into the wall twenty feet behind him, knocked out cold.
A murderous grin on her face, the golden-haired girl stalked towards Zephrydor, cracking her knuckles, and fully intent on literally beating him while he was down. And she would've achieved that aim, too, as no Devil was at all inclined to stop her, until someone put a hand on her shoulder.
"Now, Yang." The voice of another woman, a voice that Roxas recognised all too well, spoke, softly but firmly. "That's enough."
Roxas turned around, and saw a woman who he hadn't spoken to in rather a long time, or even seen, in rather a long time.
She wore a shallow cut black dress, five necklaces with an assortment of beads, a red girdle-belt, and a pair of matching gauntlets. She wore fingerless gloves. An object that looked to be made from feathers hangs from the right side of her skirt. She also wore detached black leggings with a red splatter pattern, and black leather boots beneath them.
Her face looked very similar to Yang's, sharing the same youthful appearance, facial shape, and even the fringe of her hairstyle; though her hair was black with red highlights, her eyebrows were a little bit higher, her complexion significantly lighter, and there were slight age lines under her eyes. Her eyes were the same shade of red that Yang's eyes had just shifted to, or whenever she activated her Semblance. Strapped to her side was a scabbard, with a sword inside it.
Beside her was... a skeleton.
…
Yeah. Just a straight-up skeleton. No muscle, no skin, just a sack of bones. A short stack of bones, too. He had a dimpled smile, wore an unzipped hoodie, a white t-shirt/sweater, black shorts with white stripes, and a pair of pink slippers.
'Huh.' Roxas thought, as Yang gave a sigh. 'Never pinged Raven to be the type who would have a child.'
"Fine, Mom." Yang replied, giving a hateful look at the knocked-out Zephrydor, as her eyes faded back to purple. "He deserved it, though."
Raven Branwen, the present Head of the Branwen Clan, a Clan of Extra Demons that served the Satan Asmodeus, and the current fourth-highest ranked player of the Rating Games, didn't reply, as she walked over to Ruby. "Are you alright, Ruby?"
"I'm okay." Ruby replied, as two more individuals came over to her, that Roxas could only assume to be her parents.
The male of the two individuals appeared to be in this mid-to-late thirties, possibly his forties, and had greying black, spiky hair, red eyes, and slight stubble along his jawline. With a red, tattered cloak, he wore a grey dress shirt with a long tail, black dress pants, and black dress shoes. He also wore a ring on his right index finger, two other rings on his right fourth finger.
The female of the two individuals appeared to be the spitting image of Ruby, having the same silver eye, fair complexion, gradating black-to-red hair, and she was even the same height as Ruby. The only differences between the two were that her hair was slightly longer, her face showed slightly more age than Ruby's, and she wore a white cloak with hood, instead of Ruby's red one. The cloak also covered her whole body, instead of Ruby's cloak being open.
"Let's leave." Raven spoke, as she drew her sword, and seemed to slice open a red and black portal, which she made to step into. "That little shit had it coming." She added, loudly. "His parents must be weak failures."
"Fuckin' a, Raven. Fuckin' a." Roxas replied, loudly. Raven heard the sound of Roxas' voice, and turned around. When she noticed Roxas, the current Branwen Head shocked everyone present by giving Roxas a rare smile, before she turned around and left through the portal, with Sans the Skeleton, one of her Bishops, Qrow Branwen, her younger brother, Summer Rose, a High-Class Grim Reaper and Qrow's Queen, Ruby and Yang, following.
Once everyone had left, proceedings began to continue as normal, and while this happened, Rias walked over to Roxas with Mirajane behind her.
"Hey, Rias." Roxas greeted his aunt. "You doing okay?"
"Yeah." Rias replied. "I saw what you and Yang did to Zephrydor."
"Please don't tell me a lecture's coming." Roxas groaned.
"No, I wasn't going to lecture you." Rias replied. "I just said that I saw what happened. End of."
"Oh. Cool." Roxas replied, as he looked up to see Sairaorg and Imogen walking over to him and Rias.
"Hey, Rias." Sairaorg greeted her. "Congrats on the Rating Game victory."
"Thank you." Rias replied. "I've got a lot of that this party."
"Well, no shit." Imogen remarked, a slight smile on her face. "That's the point of this party. Along with jerking the metaphorical cock of this family off." She then noticed Roxas. "Hey, Roxas. Long time no see."
"Same, Imogen." Roxas replied, as Sairaorg and Rias began talking to each other. "How've you been since Kyoto?"
"Good, good." Imogen stated. "If somewhat repetitive. I heard from Ajuka you got your own set of Evil Pieces right after the Rias-Riser game, is that true?"
"Yeah." Roxas replied. "This is my Queen." He waved for Valian to come over. "Valian Lucifer."
"I see." Imogen replied, looking Valian up and down. "Are you really a descendent of Lucifer himself?"
Valian responded by snapping her fingers, and creating several wires, made purely out of the Primordial Power of Darkness. The wires then morphed into a black copy of Excalibur Galatine, which she twirled in her hand for a second, before throwing it into the air, and catching it.
"Cool." Imogen whispered, a grin coming onto her face.
"It'd be appreciated if you kept that on the down-low, Imogen." Roxas remarked. "I don't want people approaching me just because they want to get in the good books of the master of a descendent of Lucifer."
"I won't say a word, Roxas." Imogen promised. "Out of curiosity, do you have any other peerage members?"
"A Mutation Rook, a Bishop, and two Pawns." Roxas replied.
"Hm. Not very big. But fair enough." Imogen replied. "Well. I certainly wouldn't mind having a Rating Game with you."
"Now hold on, Imogen." Sairaorg spoke up, walking over to where Roxas and Imogen were talking. "What's this about wanting to fight my first cousin-once removed in a Rating Game? I'm related to him, so shouldn't I be the one to test his strength?" he gave a battle-hungry grin to Roxas, who smirked back.
"Since when did you get to decide who does and doesn't get to fight a Devil who you didn't even know existed until last week?" Imogen replied, whirling around on Sairaorg. "I met him ages before you did! I should get to fight him first!"
"He" Roxas stressed the word, calmly. "Has a name, and can be directly spoken to." Sairaorg and Imogen both took their eyes off each other, and looked at Roxas.
"He" Roxas stressed the pronoun again. "Also doesn't care who goes up against him. In fact..." he smirked. "He will take you on... at the same time. And win, too."
Sairaorg and Imogen looked at each other, as Rias gasped.
Sairaorg Bael, her cousin, known as the Strongest Young Pure-Blooded Devil, after finding himself incapable of using the Power of Destruction, the trademark power of the Bael Clan, had trained himself to the higher tiers of Ultimate-Class power through the use of pure bodily training alone.
Thanks to unlocking the ability to use Touki, the ability to control the base of their life, during his training, Sairaorg's strength, speed and defence could increase even further, placing him in the same leagues as Satan-Class Devils. In fact, Sairaorg had famously duelled with Serafall Leviathan herself, and fought her to a draw: testament to his strength.
And that wasn't to mention his peerage, all of whom (with the exception of his Pawn, who Sairaorg refused to disclose the identity of) came from the 72 Pillars (with the exception of his Queen, who came from the Abaddon Clan), and believed wholeheartedly in their King's strength and their own, making them an incredible fighting unit.
Imogen Belial, a formerly half-human half-Devil, had also trained herself, both in physical training, the ability of her Clan, Worthlessness, and in her seven Sacred Gears (Absorption Line, Blaze Black Flare, Shadow Prison, Delete Field, Shakti Bura, Doloris Vim and Calling of the Defeated), all of which, when put together, contained the consciousness of the Evil Black Prison Dragon King Vritra (who, upon regaining consciousness, had performed a ritual to turn Imogen from half-Human to half-Dragon), a Dragon known for his incredible diversity in techniques.
With Imogen being the first being in history to bring all seven Gears (triggering the evolution of the Gear into the 14th Longinus-Class Sacred Gear, and the second-strongest in existence) together, she had access to all these techniques. With these techniques, her physical prowess, and Belial blood giving her the ability to use Worthlessness, Imogen was as technically strong as Sairaorg was physically strong.
Imogen was commonly considered the strongest of the two, as though she had not officially bested Sairaorg in a Rating Game, she had, like her rival, partaken in a duel against Serafall Leviathan... and beaten her.
Imogen's peerage was also no slouch in battle. Featuring the daughter of famous Magician Cornelia Alberona, a half-Phenex, two products of the largely-unknown and mostly-failed Undertale Project and the granddaughter of Crom Cruach, the strongest Evil Dragon in existence, all of which (and the rest of Roxas' peerage) having been VERY well-trained to fight...
One could say that Imogen's peerage was a lot of things, but boring was not one of them. No, sir/madam/gender-fluid retard, no you could not.
Surpassing Imogen or Sairaorg individually in a Rating Game was one thing, but to challenge BOTH of them? At the same time? With such assurance that you would win?
"R-Roxas?" Rias asked. "You okay? It's just-"
"HAHAHAHAHA!" Sairarog and Imogen both laughed uproariously, drawing the attention of many of the party-goers. "HAHAHA..."
Sairaorg was the first to recover from his laugh, as Imogen's laugh settled down to a giggle.
"I like that confidence of yours, Roxas!" he declared. "I like it a lot."
"I like it too." Imogen replied. "One of the best qualities of a person, I'd say. I accept your Rating Game challenge."
"I do too." Sairaorg's battle-hungry grin grew larger. "I hope you can back up your bark against both Imogen AND myself, Roxas."
After making this declaration, which floored all of the Young Devils, and some of the stronger adult Devils present (as many adult Devils had lost Rating Games, and dignity, to Sairaorg or Imogen), Sairaorg and Imogen left the party.
However, as the party began to get back on track, someone who had previously been out for the count for most of the party, was back on his feet.
"D-Don't act so superior to everyone, G-Gremory!" Zephrydor, who had a large bruise and VERY bloody nose, growled. "Even if you're the son of Sirzechs, and engaged to the highest-class pair of young tits here, and challenging Bael and Belial trash on a whim, you don't have to rub it in our faces!"
"And you don't have to get involved in what I do, Glaze-Your-Bowl-Ass." Roxas replied. "And what the fuck are you talking about with the 'engaged to the highest-class pair of young tits here' bit?"
"Don't you know?" Zephrydor replied to Roxas, hate in his eyes. "I know. I know you're engaged to Seekvaira Agares, only because I was denied her lovely virgin ass, you little-!"
Valian, having had quite enough of Zephrydor running his mouth, walked over to him, twisted his non-pierced arm to the point that it broke, karate-chopped his neck, making him fall to the ground, and stamped on the back of his knee, crushing joint and bone. Placing a silencing spell on him to stop him from screaming, the silver-haired bombshell walked back to Roxas, who had gone deathly still. As had the whole party-hall.
No-one made a sound. No-one moved an inch. Fuck, no-one could hear anyone BREATHE.
"Who is Seekvaira Agares?" Roxas' voice cut through the silence like one of Alexander Anderson's bayonets cut through the flesh of heathen swine. "Where is she?"
After a moment, there was the sound of footsteps, and Seekvaira Agares herself, wishing that she had worn brown pants, stepped forward.
Seekvaira was a beautiful young bespectacled woman in her late teens, with long blonde hair with a slight hint of light green, and pink eyes. She wore a blue robe that had the Agares crest on the back of it, over a mini-skirt, high boots, and a number of accessories that added to her posh vibe.
"H-here." Seekvaira replied. "I am Seekvaira Agares."
"Is this true?" Roxas asked her, as the entire party seemed to lean forward in anticipation, as nothing of this sort had ever been announced. "Are we engaged?"
Seekvaira gulped.
"I... I-it's true.' She replied. "Father told me that he had confirmed this for months with Lord Zeoticus Gremory."
Roxas remained silent for a full minute, before speaking again, in the same, calm-as-death tone.
"I see."
And that was all the warning Zeoticus got before he was frozen in place by his grandson.
And that's the twelth chapter of Nephalem of Gremory! Isane and Elsha have had another heart-to-heart, Roxas and his great-aunt-in-law Aphrodite have chatted, revealing some damn juicy history between them, and he now knows about his soon-to-be-destroyed engagement to Seekvaira, who will not be in his harem. Sorry, Seek-fans, I hope all 0 of you still enjoy this fic regardless.
Now, about the three extra Sacred Gears for Imogen that I mentioned, these being Shakti Bura, Doloris Vim and Calling of the Defeated. All three of these Gears are what contain the more negative and unpleasant side of Vritra that has been alluded to throughout DxD canon, and thus, have rather negative and unpleasant side-effects when used.
Shakti Bura has the ability to make its wielder more and more powerful through negative, or 'evil' emotions, such as hate, anger and rage, of the wielder. However, a side-effect of this is when this Gear is used, the evil emotions of the wielder are also amplified along with their power, leading to a vicious cycle, and the wielder possibly becoming consumed by their negativity, and ending up no better than the more psychotic of Evil Dragons, such as Niðhöggr and Grendel.
Doloris Vim has the ability to amplify the amount of pain that an attack from its wielder causes. It has been said that if fully mastered, it's possible for the wielder of Doloris Vim to make a simple punch to the face as unbearably painful as giving birth. However, when Doloris Vim is in use, it starts to desensitize the wielder to the pains of their own, making them less and less themselves, and more and more into unfeeling beasts, unless Doloris Vim is brought under control.
Calling of the Defeated is a Gear that allows the wielder to 'call' beings that they have defeated and killed in the past, and command them to their will this Sacred Gear is suspected to be the basis behind the Longinus Gear Annihilation Maker. An unpleasant effect of this Sacred Gear is that with the more beings at once that the wielder 'calls', the more of their soul leaves their body to give the 'called' beings the will to follow the wielder's orders. If too many beings are 'called' at once, then the wielder's soul will leave their body. Entirely and permanently.
*wipes brow* Damn, that was a mouthful.
Anyway, before we go, there's something I need to talk about, regarding Rias and her peerage. I'll be blunt and to the point: I have three ideas as to who Rias' second Knight will be, and I can't decide between them. There's a poll on my profile, so please go and vote on it.
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Next Time: End of the Party, Lemon, Roxas and Magician
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"Roxas, wouldn't it be pointless to shit on shit?" Valian, from where she was, asked.
There was a collective "oooohhhhhhh".
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