Anything you recognise isn't mine.
It was the next morning, and Venelana Gremory found her purple eyes flickering open, and the light-red ceiling of her oldest grandson's bedroom greeting her. Sitting up and yawning as she saw no reason to try and argue with her biological clock, she looked around through sleepy eyes, and upon looking down at the bed she had been sleeping in, the brunette Devil MILF came to the realisation that she had woken up alone.
Rubbing sleepdust out of her eyes (yes, Devils get sleepdust too), Venelana looked around to where she had discarded her normal purple dress, and saw the jeans and shirt that Roxas had discarded the night before as well. Closeby, she also saw another pair of pants, a plain white t-shirt with red sleeves and hoodie, that she remembered seeing Palutena wear the night before.
"So Palutena showed up after I fell asleep." Venelana murmured, stretching again as she slid off Roxas' bed and walked over to where she had left her dress. As she put it on (along with magically summoning a clean set of underwear under her dress), her ears were alerted to the rhythmic sounds of slapping, coming from the en-suite bathroom that was only a door away from the room she was standing in.
Blinking, Venelana walked over to the door that separated the bedroom and the bathroom, and, as slowly and quietly as she could, pushed it open and peeked inside.
The sight that greeted her was just about enough for her to involuntarily stain the underwear that she had just summoned onto herself not even half a minute ago, given how hot it was.
Roxas and Palutena were both standing, entirely butt-naked, in the bathroom, going at it about as hard as a pair of extra-horny rabbits during mating season. Roxas was behind his green-haired wife, holding her up by her large breasts, and thrusting, hard and fast, into her pussy, which was already leaking cum down her legs. Whether it was just Roxas' cum, just Palutena's ladycum, or a mixture of both, she didn't really care (though if she had to take a guess, she would guess both).
"Hey, love~" Roxas lifted Palutena up and whispered into her ear. Venelana now saw that Palutena had had a pair of panties stuffed in her mouth as a makeshift gag.
'What a shame,' Ven thought, one hand idly drifting in between her legs in front of the scene before her. She would have let Roxas borrow any one of her gags.
"I'm gonna blow my load in you again." Roxas growled. "You better be sure that your divine cunt can take it!"
Palutena moaned loudly, her green eyes rolling up into her head from the pleasure of Roxas ploughing her cunt harder and harder with every passing second, and pinching and groping at her diamond-hard nipples as if they were the only thing that mattered to him in that moment.
"Here it comes, Pal!" Roxas groaned, as his thrusting reached jackhammer-levels of hard and fast, and he lowered himself in order to gently bite down on Palutena's ear, only making her moan even harder and climax in turn. "F-fuck!" were his final moans before he slammed, balls-deep, into Palutena and held himself there, as Roxas' green-haired first wife gave a muffled shriek through her makeshift gag, while receiving a load of Roxas' baby-making milk.
After a good half-minute of holding his cock deep inside Palutena's cunt, Roxas pulled out, his cock coated in his wife's juices, and looked around, noticing Venelana standing, her hand up her dress, pushing her panties aside and furiously rubbing at her clit.
"Heh. Hey Venelena." Roxas stretched himself and quickly moved to catch Palutena as she fell backwards, losing consciousness from the pleasure of being fucked so hard. "How long were you watching?"
"F-for about a minute." Venelana replied, slightly surprised that Roxas was so calm about being caught in the act of fucking his wife barely five metres away from his own grandmother. "How long were you...?"
"About forty-five minutes." Roxas replied, as he walked past his grandmother, carrying the naked Palutena into the bedroom and setting her dazed, unconscious body onto his bed and tucking her in. "We started out fucking in the shower. Hehe." he chuckled as he looked himself over and sniffed his body. "I think I'll need another one."
Line Break
About twenty minutes later, after Roxas had had his second shower, and gotten dressed, he and Venelana had transported via transportation-circle to a mid-sized mountain range in the east of the Gremory territory. There seemed to be a small house carved out of the side of the mountain, which Roxas and his grandmother were stood outside of.
Ignoring the early-morning wind that blew around her and her dress, Venelana walked up to the door of the house and knocked three times on it, while Roxas stood back. After a couple of moments, the door opened, and one of the three Dwarves in Venelana's peerage stood in the doorway.
He barely came up to Venelana's waist in terms of height. He had an abundance of grey hair all over his head and face, along with a long beard that went down to his waist. The Dwarf had little to no clothing on the top half of his body (only wearing an extremely tatty sleeveless shirt, but he wore a pair of very thick black pants on his legs, as well as dark-coloured boots.
His hands were dirtier than his whole body, and Roxas had to guess that they had been stained with blood, multiple times.
"Oh. Morning, Ven." The Dwarf spoke to her, in a low, gruff voice. "Bit early for you to be coming out of your Manor, isn't it?"
"In normal cases, yes." Venelana replied. "Good morning to you too, Kotheck."
"Who's that with you?" The newly-named Kotheck asked, pointing around Venelana's waist at Roxas, as he looked over the edge of the platform he was stood on.
"My eldest grandson, Roxas Gremory." Venelana replied, turning to Roxas. "Roxas, this is one of my Knights, Kotheck."
"Hi." Roxas greeted the Dwarf, stepping down and looking at the Dwarven Devil, with Kotheck looking up at Roxas.
"Hmph." he hmphed. "You look more like a Lucifer than a Gremory to me." he remarked, bluntly.
Roxas shrugged, taking zero offense to his statement (as it was, in all honesty, 100% true).
"Yeah, I get that quite a bit." he replied. "It's fine, Ven. Really." he added as Venelana looked at Kotheck with slight disapproval on her face.
"Well, you might as well come in." Kotheck replied, stepping aside to let Roxas and Venelana into his home. "Since you've come so far from the comfort of that gigantic manor."
"A gigantic manor that you and your wives so wanted, Kotheck." Venelana replied, a small smile coming onto her face. Kotheck ignored her reply, looking from her to Roxas with narrowed eyes.
"So, what do you want?" he asked.
"Roxas wanted to ask if you could do some modifications to the weapons he currently possesses." Venelana replied, turning to Roxas, who was looking around in curiosity.
It was a simple-looking place, with next to no furnishings of any kind. Only the bare essentials. There were stairs that presumably led to bedrooms of some kind, a door that led to another part of the house, and an open door that revealed a set of stairs going down.
"Roxas?" Venelana tapped her grandson on the shoulder.
"Hm? Oh, yeah." Roxas replied. "Sorry." Roxas stretched out his left hand and snapped his fingers, and out of a silver magic-circle, Clarent appeared, and dropped into his hand. Kotheck raised an eyebrow.
"That's Clarent, right?" The Dwarf asked. "Last I remember, Fianna Asmodeus took it as payment for killing some cunt that went around claiming he was the reincarnation of King Arthur himself, which gave him the right to rule the entire British Empire. At the time, that is."
"It is." Roxas replied. "And she handed it off to me as thanks for my part in preventing The Great War, Part 2. That isn't the only weapon I have, though." Right on cue, the bracelet that Roxas wore on his right wrist morphed into the sword-form of Excalibur Galatine, which he held in his right hand.
Venelana took a small, but noticeable, step back at the sight of Roxas' Holy Sword, and Kotheck, his eyes widening, looked at the sword in Roxas' hand.
"And what's that Holy Sword?" he asked. "That an Excalibur or something?"
"Close." Roxas replied. "It's called Excalibur Galatine. A sword based on Excalibur, created for me by my wife. I wanted to know if you'd... well... be able to merge the swords together into one Holy Demonic Sword?" he asked, hopefully. "Since I'm not a fan of dual-wielding swords, and I don't want this one to just go to waste." he jerked his head towards Clarent. "Since I'm so used to this one." he jerked his head towards Excalibur Galatine.
"Makes sense." Kotheck replied, as he walked backwards for a couple of steps, then turned around when he reached the door that led to the stairs going down. "Follow me." He then walked downstairs, out of sight, with Roxas following a few seconds later.
The silver-haired Nephalem must have counted at least fifty steps before he reached the bottom of those steps, but when he did, he seemed to come out in a large spacious area under the house he, Venelana (who followed him down) and Kotheck were in earlier.
It was enormous. A huge pit was in the centre of the room, that went down at least two hundred feet, as far as Roxas could guess, and there was a platform suspended above it. There were several tables strewn around the pit, all of which contained different sized anvils, hammers, chisels, tongs, fullers and hardies, and a large slack tub close by the table that Kotheck and two other Dwarves who looked slightly neater than Kotheck, as well as damn near identical (the only thing Roxas could tell them apart from was the fact that the hair-colour of one of them was a slightly darker brown than the other's), were stood, talking to each other.
Roxas could only tell that those two other Dwarves were female thanks to the presence of their breasts. Else, he would have presumed that they were male, given how they looked identical to Kotheck in everything but their hair.
Kotheck looked up at the sight of Roxas approaching, while pulling on a pair of golden gloves.
"Yeah, my wives and I can merge those swords you got on you." he informed Roxas, before turning to one of his companions. "Ready the containers, Fomwegit." he then turned to his other companion. "Thargrear, stand by for intense magic-usage. Given the power of the weapons we'll be fusing, Fomwegit might have to help you. I'll fire up the forge in a minute."
Both female Dwarves nodded and left, while Kotheck walked up to Roxas, holding his hands out.
"Hand over those swords, Roxas, and we can get to work on them right away. Don't worry about me, my gloves will protect me."
"Gotcha." Roxas replied, handing over the swords to Kotheck. "Thank you."
"No problem." Kotheck replied. "Been a while since we've worked on weapons like these, anyway."
"Fair." Roxas shrugged. "I guess I should be going."
"Yes." Kotheck narrowed his eyes. "If you don't mind. Leave, so we can get to work in peace."
"Will do." Roxas replied, as he and Venelana teleported back to the foyer of the Gremory Manor via transportation-circle, where Valian, Mirajane and Esdeath were just coming downstairs and talking with each other.
Esdeath (who was dressed in a plain dark-blue sweater and black pants) was the first to notice Roxas' presence. She smiled at the sight of him and walked over.
"Good morning, my love." Esdeath greeted her King with a kiss. "How're you doing today?"
Roxas smiled and pulled his blue-haired Rook into a hug, which she was all too happy to return.
"I'm good." Roxas replied. "I feel like it's been a while since we've spent some time together."
"It has been." Esdeath replied. "I hope we can spend some time together soon."
"We will." Roxas smiled as he nodded to Valian and Mirajane, and gently stroked Esdeath's cheek. "I wonder if I'll be able to make you scream louder than I did last time."
Esdeath giggled, and licked her lips.
"I welcome you to try~" she whispered, before pulling away.
"Anyway." Venelana spoke up. "I believe it's time for breakfast."
"And a good thing too." Roxas replied. "I'm starving."
Line Break
It was after breakfast. After bidding Roxas, Asia and Rias goodbye, as he planned to get their training started as soon as possible.
Valian, Akasha, Esdeath, Akeno, Xenovia, Kuroka, Neo, Gasper and Isane all stood outside the Gremory Manor, accompanied by Zeoticus, Gyokuro and Roberta, waiting for an airship to arrive that would take them on a tour of the Gremory Clan's territory.
"So how long until this airship gets here, Lord Zeoticus?" Esdeath asked, her hands in her pockets.
"Just a couple of minutes, Esdeath." Zeoticus replied, good-naturedly. "Ah, never mind. It's here."
Everyone looked up and saw a large aerial vehicle coming into land in a large, open part of the garden in front of the Gremory Manor. As it slowly lowered, everyone got a good look at what it looked like.
The vehicle had three decks and four fin wings that looked like they functioned as a part of the propulsion of the vehicle, as well as a pair of Fenstron (or fan-in-fin) rotors at either side of the rear fuselage. The back of the aircraft had a wide door with a ramp, above which a T-tail rudder was situated.
"Can fit a maximum of 50 passengers." Zeoticus explained, over the quiet noise of the aircraft lowering until it was a few feet above the ground, so the back door could open, which gave view to a set of stairs extending down to the ground. "These Underworld Air Bus' are powered by magic, and used for those who want a more... leisurly, travel experience than just teleporting from place to place."
"I can see why people would enjoy something like that." Valian remarked as she followed Zeoticus onto the steps, with the rest of Roxas' peerage (plus Gasper and Isane) following. "I could definitely get used to something like this."
"Like going for an airborne tour of an Underworld city, for instance." Akasha thought out loud, as everyone settled in the UAB and the doors began closing.
"Or an airbone tour of a whole country." Xenovia replied. Zeoticus laughed.
"That's a very good idea." he nodded at Xenovia. "Something that I'm sure will start happening when aircraft can get to that stage without incorporating magic in some way. By the way, you might want to hold onto something, the initial jolt of moving upwards from a standstill is pretty surprising the first time it happens."
A few seconds later, Zeoticus was right. Gasper and Isane almost fell over from the surprise of the UAB beginning to vertically rise, with no warning. However, they were kept on their feet by Akasha and Valian, respectively, and no-one fell over as the vehicle rose slowly into the air, above the Gremory Manor.
"Where would you like us to head first, sir?" one of the pilots of the aircraft looked around and asked of Zeoticus.
"Hmm." Zeoticus put a hand to his chin and thought. "How about the forest and lake?"
"Right you are." the pilot replied, and the aircraft began slowly turning around, in mid-air, before it began moving, to the southwest, slowly gaining speed all the time. "We'll be there in about twenty minutes."
"Good." was Zeoticus' reply, before he struck up a conversation with Akasha.
Back in the Gremory Manor, Palutena (who was slightly groggy, as she'd recovered consciousness barely ten minutes ago, saw the door to her husband's bedroom opening as said husband walked into the room, carrying a tray with enough food to feed at least five people on it.
"I thought you'd be hungry." he smiled, walking towards his bed, while Palutena brushed some hair out of her eyes and sat up, yawning. She didn't even acknowledge the covers dropping down and exposing her large breasts.
"You could say that." she replied, as Roxas began levitating the tray with magic, while he stripped down to his boxers, and climbed into bed alongside her. He moved the tray towards himself and Palutena, and let it rest between them, as they began to eat.
Line Break
In one of the large back gardens of the Gremory Manor, Asia was stood in front of a large tree, her eyes closed and breathing slowly, as one of Zeoticus' Bishops stood next to her, silently watching her.
Said Bishop was a massive man with a heavily muscular figure. He had a bald head, a pair of oval-shaped black marks just above his dark eyes, and seemed to lack eyebrows. He had a long, thin, dark beard growing from his chin, which reached down below his uper chest in a wavy motif. Said beard was paired by a little, similarly coloured moustache split into two parts, each placed diagonally above his nose.
He donned traditional Japanese clothes, wearing a dark kimono, with the collar and sleeves adorned by a dark motif consisting of many squares placed in succession, linked together by a dark line and similarly flanked by two more lines, along with a striped, traditional hakama and geta sandals paired with light tabi socks. He also sported a dark mantle draped over his shoulders.
"Alright, Asia." Jura Neekis spoke. "You know what to do. You've just got to up the power on those bands I taught you to conjure up, grab that tree by the base, and pull it out. I'm sure you can do it."
Asia, still with her eyes closed, nodded, and extended her right hand out, pointing all four of her fingers (plus her thumb) towards the tree in front of her and Jura, focusing all her energy into said digits.
Jura watched as white ropes of energy left Asia's fingers and thumb, and all travelled towards the tree. A small smile came across his face as the ropes wrapped themselves around the base of the tree, holding it tightly. The former nun brought her digits together, forcing the energy ropes to wrap a little tighter around the tree.
"Very good." Jura spoke. "Now! Pull it up!" he commanded, loudly. At his command, Asia lifted her right hand up, and pulled it behind her. Before his eyes, Jura could see the tree being pulled up, roots and all, from the ground. "It's coming!"
Asia began to sweat as she pulled harder and harder, and the energy-ropes she was manipulating began to flicker. Roxas' blonde Pawn groaned, and regained her focus, taking a couple of steps back as she pulled as hard as she physically could. She could feel the tree coming out of the ground, inch by inch, and that only drove her to finally pull it out.
And it only was a few seconds before the tree fully left the ground, and flew into the air.
"Very good, Asia!" Jura praised Roxas' Pawn, before he realised where the tree was falling. "Wait. Watch out!"
Asia opened her eyes, and barely had time to process the sight of the tree she had just pulled up falling right towards her, before Jura opened a transportation-circle under her feet and sent her through it with a click of his fingers, while jumping out of the way of the falling tree himself.
The white ropes of energy in Asia's fingers disappeared as she lost her footing and fell on the ground, while Jura casually lifted the tree up with his own demonic magic, and replaced it back in the ground, where Asia had just torn it out, and replaced some of the earth around it to the point that the only way you could know that it had just been ripped from its roots was if you had seen it happening.
"Sorry about that." Jura apologized, walking over to Asia and offering her a hand to her, which she took, and pulling her to her feet. "I should've realised earlier that the tree was going to fall right on your face."
"It's okay." Asia replied, smiling at her temporary teacher. "I still managed to pull that tree out of the ground, though!" she smiled, happily.
"That you did." Jura smiled, patting Asia on the shoulder in congratulations. "You still need to work on your focus as you're pulling something out of the ground, but you've proven that you can at least lift heavy objects, even if they're rooted in the ground like a tree." He exhaled. "Anyway, let's talk about something else."
Jura paused, and looked directly into Asia's green eyes.
"Tell me, Asia. Roxas informed me earlier that you had gone to the Familiar Forest, and you had gotten yourself a familiar. Tell me about it."
"W-well..." Asia recalled. "It's a baby Sprite Dragon." she opened a magic-circle with one hand, and after a second, Raigeki came out. At the sight of his Nephalem master, the baby Sprite Dragon fluttered over to her shoulder, and settled down on it. "Palutena told me what kind of Dragon it was. His name is Raigeki."
Asia gently stroked Raigeki's head, while looking back at Jura, who muttered "I see."
"See what?" Asia replied. "Is there anything wrong?"
"No." Jura replied. "Was Raigeki exactly like when you went to get him from the Familiar Forest?" Asia looked at her familiar, and noticed that he was slightly bigger than he was when she had found him.
"He was slightly smaller than he is now." Asia replied. "I-is that a problem?"
"Oh, no. No way." Jura replied. "Quite the opposite, in fact." He sat down, and indicated that Asia do the same, which she did, being careful to not let Raigeki fall off her shoulder. "You see, Asia, it's a little-known fact among beings and their familiars that familiars can... change, due to the bond between them and their Master. Raigeki becoming bigger is living proof of that." he gestured to Raigeki, who had fallen asleep on Asia's shoulder. "Normally, it would take several months for a baby Sprite Dragon to become that big, but how long have you had Raigeki?"
"About two weeks." Asia replied.
"There you go, then." Jura replied. "My point exactly." He then stood up, pointed at the ground and snapped his fingers, opening a magic-circle. After a second or two, Jura's familiar appeared through the magic-circle, the sight of which made Asia jump to her feet from sheer surprise at the sight of it.
It took the form of a large panther (which was jet-black all over), with enormously muscular forelimbs that gave it a bulldog-like build, and red eyes with visible white sclera.
"Shadow here is my familiar." Jura explained, gently rubbing the head of his familiar, which reached around Asia's shoulders in term of its size. "It grew in size and strength thanks to the bond between me and him, and I believe your familiar, Raigeki, will too. It's just something to consider."
"I see." Asia replied, allowing Raigeki to teleport himself away from her, as Jura did the same with Shadow.
"Now." Jura cracked his knuckles and smiled at Asia. "Let's continue with training, shall we?"
Line Break
It was about an hour after Zeoticus, Gyokuro, Roberta, Roxas' peerage (sans Asia and Rias), Gasper and Isane had taken off from the Gremory Manor, and were flying around the Clan's territory. Now they were coming over the large city that they had arrived in just the day before.
"You should remember this place, given that you arrived in here yesterday." Zeoticus explained to everyone, as they looked down over the city. "This is the capital city of the Gremory Clan's territory, Grilmond. The third-most populous city in the Underworld, behind Baal and Beliya'al, and the fourth-most populous in the entire Underworld, behind those two cities and Lilieth, which is in the Sex Demons' territory."
Everyone (apart from Zeoticus, Gyokuro and Roberta (the latter two were stood beside Zeoticus)) looked down upon the city, where they could see Devils going about their daily lives. Valian saw an enormous skyscraper in the middle of the city, which didn't go unnoticed by Zeoticus, who smiled.
"So that's the HQ for the Gremory Large Enterprise, right?" Valian asked, turning around and looking at Zeoticus while sitting down on one of the seats scattered around the airbus they were all in. "That you showed Roxas last night?"
"It is." Zeoticus replied, simply. "Oh, before I forget." he added. "As servants of a member of this Clan, you're entitled to any piece of territory you so desire."
Zeoticus snapped his fingers and made a large map of the Gremory territory appear, with certain parts of the territory marked out in red, and the other parts (most of it) marked out in white.
"The red areas are places that have already been taken by other servants, so you can't choose them. If you want to choose later, that's fine, but the option remains open."
"There's certainly a lot to choose from." Esdeath remarked, as she looked at the map.
"You should see the Bael Clan's territory." Zeoticus replied. "It's nearly seven times as spacious as our Clan's. About the size of Iran, if I recall correctly."
"Damn." Valian replied. "I think I'll have this bit." she gestured to a moderately-sized portion of the white-marked territory. "If you don't mind."
"Not at all!" Zeoticus smiled. "Gyokuro, make arrangements to have ownership of that area transferred to Valian. As soon as you can."
Gyokuro merely nodded, as Valian walked over to the front of the airbus to talk with Gasper and Isane, while Akeno and Esdeath chose their respective territories.
Line Break
In the Gremory Manor's training hall, situated underneath the house, which was vast enough to house the entirety of Kuoh Academy, Rias, who was wearing a pink and white full-body tracksuit with black accents, hurriedly blocked a punch from Igneel, Zeoticus' Rook, and ducked under another one, moving behind the Dragon she was training with.
Igneel was a very large man with dark red-tinted skin, beige-coloured hair and black eyes. He wore nothing except a pair of loose pants, which didn't get in the way of his physical attacks at all (which Rias, who had been training with him for the past half hour, knew all too well for a while now). There were noticeable scars on his stomach and neck, with the largest one, being X-shaped, located around the centre of his body.
Rias jumped back, her breasts bouncing hard in her tracksuit, as Igneel threw another punch, then threw a pair of kicks at the crimson-haired former Heiress, which she ducked under as Igneel landed and turned around. He threw three more punches at Rias, the first two of which she blocked but the third one she dodged around, ending up behind Zeoticus' Rook.
Getting an idea, she tried to throw a punch at Igneel from behind, but right when her fist was about to connect, Igneel leaned to the side, dodging Rias' punch with zero effort, and quickly moving his left foot in order to trip Rias up.
As Rias fell to the ground, he finished the fight by throwing a punch at Rias' face, but Rias was able to get a magical shield between her face and Igneel's fist, slowing the attack down so her nose was only bruised when it hit her, instead of outright broken.
Rias squealed in pain as she hit the ground, and lay on her back, while Igneel merely shook himself for a few seconds, relaxing his muscles as he looked down at her.
"Owwww..." Rias groaned, reaching up to massage her bruised nose as Igneel walked over to her.
"Well, at least you managed to hold your own for over ten seconds this time." The middle-aged Dragon remarked, holding out a hand, which Rias took, as he pulled her to her feet. "Nice one."
"That last punch still hurt." Rias groaned, holding her nose as Igneel let go of her.
"It was meant to." he replied, simply. "Battles hurt, as you can see." he gestured to his scars.
"Yeah, I know." Rias muttered, looking down at her feet, and then up as she heard someone stepping into the training hall, someone she knew pretty well: Heinrich Cornelius Agrippa, one of Zeoticus' Bishops, and a famed Magician from the 15th-16th centuries.
He was an average-sized, middle-aged looking man, with short blonde hair (complete with large sideburns down his face), soft blue eyes and an average build for a guy his age. Though this build was concealed by thick, blue Magician's robes.
"Hey, Agrippa." Igneel greeted his fellow peerage member. "You were watching?"
"Naturally." Agrippa replied, as Rias' bruised nose began healing. "And I think I know what might be holding Rias back in her training."
"I think I do too." Igneel replied, cracking his large knuckles. "What do you think?"
"It might be her breasts." Agrippa replied, bluntly. Rias blushed, and looked away from Agrippa, but he continued speaking. "I think they might be calling her to lose balance in physical combat, which is obviously bad for her."
"Knew it." Igneel replied. "So... what? Turn her into a washboard?"
"No!" Rias went red, and crossed her arms over her breasts and glared at Igneel. She was no slut, but she was definitely proud of her breast size (The amount of time Roxas had spent pleasuring Rias, and other members of his peerage and harem, through their breasts played a part in that), and she didn't want to have them taken away from her.
Agrippa chuckled at Igneel's brash remark, and shook his head.
"Not permanently, no." he replied. "But I can't deny that at least some kind of breast reduction would help her keep her balance."
"So magically reduce her tit-size in combat, but lift the magic outside of combat?" Igneel asked. When Agrippa nodded in confirmation, he turned to Rias. "That sound okay, Princess?"
"That w-would be better than permanently reducing my bust to nothing." Rias replied, her face less red than it was a moment before, and uncrossing her arms.
"Good." Agrippa replied as he lifted his arms, and a demonic light engulfed Rias' breasts. "Now. Stay still."
Line Break
It was the end of the day. After they had had dinner (a very nice dinner, by the way) delivered to them from a take-out restaurant in Grilmond, Zeoticus, Gyokuro, Roberta and everyone else touched down in the grounds of the Gremory Manor, and as the entrance-door opened, they were greeted at the doors to the manor by Venelana, Grayfia, Roxas, Millicas (who was standing between Grayfia and Roxas) and Palutena (who Roxas had an arm around).
"Hey, Zeoticus." Roxas greeted his grandfather as he, his Queen, one of his Pawns and most of his peerage filed out of the UAB.
"Hello, Roxas." Zeoticus replied, stepping forward and nodding to him. "How has the training gone for Rias and Asia?"
"Fine, according to Igneel, Agrippa and Jura." Roxas said. "Thanks again for having them help out."
"It's no trouble at all." Zeoticus replied. "I'm more than happy to help you and your servants out if they want to become stronger. Since it would reflect well on the Clan, right?"
"Right." Roxas replied, rolling his eyes inwardly. "Well they're resting now, anyway. I guess they worked hard."
"As well they should." Zeoticus smiled, as he walked into the manor with Gyokuro and Roberta, and the rest of Roxas' peerage (plus Gasper and Isane) followed Roxas inside with Palutena.
Though a look of jealousy flicked over Isane's face for a couple of seconds as she watched Valian walk over to Roxas and greet him, and Roxas kissing and groping her ass in return.
"Up for a threesome, Valian?" Roxas asked, as he and Palutena walked towards the stairs that led to the upper floors of the Gremory Manor.
"It's like you read my mind, Roxas." Valian replied, following her King and her King's first wife as the three of them left Isane's sight.
Line Break
It was now a few days after Roxas and his group had arrived in the Underworld, and Roxas himself was stood, watching Kiba (who was currently wielding his Sword of Betrayer) and Xenovia (with Durandal) spar with each other, while Millicas was sat close by his feet, talking with him about the plans that he had for his future peerage.
"-And for my Rooks," Millicas spoke, as Roxas listened, his eyes on Kiba and Xenovia as they sparred. "I think I'll have one that specialises in offense, and another that specialises in defence. Hopefully I'll be able to get a Dragon for one of them." he smiled up as his big brother. "Does that sound alright to you, Roxas?"
"Go for it." Roxas replied, looking down at his pipsqueak little brother. "It's more a wonder to me than anything that you're planning for your future peerage at all. I never really did any of that, just thought that letting the chips fall where they may was a better idea."
"Uhh..." Millicas blinked, confused. "Letting the chips fall where they may...?"
"Oh, sorry." Roxas replied. "It basically means you let things happen and go with whatever occurs. Like if a good Rook candidate drops into your lap, I make them my Rook. If someone comes up to me and asks me to add them to my peerage, and I have a spare piece that I think fits them pretty well, then add them as that piece."
"Did those things happen with you?" Millicas asked.
"Yeah." Roxas replied. "With Esdeath and Rias, respectively." He turned back to Xenovia and Kiba and watched Xenovia jump into the air and slash downwards at Kiba with a yell.
Kiba raised his Sword of Betrayer and blocked Xenovia's incoming attack as Roxas' blue-haired Knight landed on her feet, and thrust his sword towards Xenovia's chest, but Xenovia raised Durandal in time to deflect the attack out of harm's way, and returned fire by attempting to stab Kiba, but Kiba raised his sword and blocked Xenovia's attempted-stab, but was forced to jump back, away from his opponent, from the sheer force of the attack. He landed a few feet away from Roxas and Millicas, on one knee and panting.
Giving a yell, Kiba rushed back towards Xenovia and began attacking her again, with Roxas' sexy Knight responding in kind as Millicas continued talking with Roxas again.
"Umm... Roxas?"
"Hmm?" Roxas took his eyes off of Kiba and Xenovia and looked back at Millicas. "Yeah?"
"With the way that other male Devils have set their peerages up and all," Millicas looked slightly awkward. "I've been wondering about whether or not I should, you know-"
"Make your peerage an all-female one?" Roxas finished Millicas' question for him with a knowing grin. "Listen to me, Millicas-"
Right before Roxas finished speaking, something dashed into him and sent him flying to the ground several metres away. Millicas was blown back a few feet by the force of something moving so fast so close to him, but he was unharmed as he fell on his ass, and looked up at what, or rather, who, had sent Roxas flying and was currently hugging his face to her breasts as he lay on the ground, pretty much defenceless.
"I'm so glad I found you~!" Souji Okita, Sirzechs' sole Knight and Kiba's sword master (who Kiba hadn't noticed as he was still fighting Xenovia, even harder than before), squealed happily, as she shook Roxas back and forth in between her sizeable bust. "So nice to see you again after all this time, Roxas!"
"Wh-what?" Roxas replied, his voice muffled from how much Okita (who looked playfully shocked) was squeezing him to her breasts.
"Don't you remember me, Roxas?" Okita asked, letting him go a bit. "The great Okita?"
"Oh, yeah." Roxas remarked, his voice still muffled. "Now I do. You've got two seconds to get off me."
"I do?" Okita blinked, looking down at Roxas and pausing for a second. "But don't you like my bre-"
Roxas casually stood up (with Okita still in the same position as she was while she was lying on top of him, as in arms still wrapped around his neck, breasts still in his face, legs dangling a couple of feet or so off the ground, as Roxas was quite a bit taller than she was), held her shoulder with one hand, reached down and grabbed both her ankles with the other hand, and pulled a quick manoeuvre that sent Sirzech's Knight flying over his head and crashing onto the ground before she had even finished enquiring as to whether or not Roxas liked her breasts in his face.
"I did warn you." Roxas interrupted Okita before she could start doing something like comically cry her eyes out like that one onion boss in Cuphead. "I do like your tits in my face, and Kiba's over there." he jerked his head to Kiba, who had managed to disarm Xenovia.
Okita pouted at Roxas for a moment, then stood up and walked over to Kiba and Xenovia, but not before reaching to lay her hand on Roxas' ass and squeeze it momentarily as she passed him (which Roxas didn't react to).
"Now, as I was saying?" Roxas continued, as if he hadn't just been glomped by Sirzechs' Knight just seconds before. "Ah, right. Listen to me, Millicas."
"I'm listening." Millicas replied as Roxas sat down beside him, and watched as Okita challenged Kiba and Xenovia to fight, two on one, against her.
"Assuming that you plan to have relationships with multiple women, or men, I don't know, in the future, if you plan for members of your future peerage to be part of your harem, that's fine. And if you don't; if you don't want to have a harem, you only want to stick you di-"
Roxas stopped himself before he cussed in front of his six-year-old brother.
"If you only want to have one wife, or husband, that's okay too." Roxas continued. "But the fact of the matter is, by virtue of you being... well, you, younger son of the current Lucifer and grandson of the original Lucifer, you're undeniably a desirable person to a lot of potential suitors."
"Are you telling me to-?" Millicas began, but Roxas cut in.
"Whatever you were asking, the answer is probably a no." Roxas replied. "I'm telling you to make your own choice as to what you want to do regarding that aspect of your life. Although..." he stood up, and brushed some dirt off the back of his shirt, before lifting Millicas to his feet as well, and opening a transportation-circle for the pair of them.
"I would suggest that you put the idea of a harem out of your mind for now. At least until you're older."
Smirking, Roxas activated the transportation-circle, and he and Millicas left the scene. At the same time as the young Devil and older Nephalem left, Okita swung her sword at both Kiba and Xenovia with such ferocity that the two Knights were both disarmed.
Line Break
It was ten days later, and the day of the Underworld Gathering. Roxas was stood in his bedroom, looking at himself in the mirror, wearing the outfit that he and Venelana had agreed on for the formal portion of the Gathering (they had agreed that he'd change into his own normal clothes for the Rating Game with Raven).
Said outfit consisted of a red sports jacket (which was unbuttoned and left open) with the Gremory Clan's emblem, a rose (coloured silver) emblazoned on the back, over a white short-sleeved dress shirt that had two buttons undone, giving view to his chest, black pants and red semi-formal shoes.
As Roxas pulled up his jacket sleeve to scratch an itch on his right arm (which momentarily revealed the existence of a tattoo, with the design of a sword, on his inner forearm), there came a knock at the door, before it opened, revealling Palutena, who was dressed in her usual white dress, golden accessories and all.
After a few seconds which she took to look Roxas up and down while in the doorway, she smiled.
"Looking good, Roxas." she surmised. "I don't think I've seen you wear anything that... not-casual, in, well, ever."
"I've worn more formal shit than this, Palutena." Roxas replied, walking towards his wife and pressing his lips against hers. "Way before I met you, though."
"I can imagine." Palutena smiled, before she and Roxas left the room, and walked through the manor. Their walk took a few minutes until they began walking downstairs into the foyer, where Zeoticus (in his usual white attire), Venelana (in her classic purple dress) and Millicas (who was wearing a cute little red and white suit. At least it wasn't a sailor's outfit, Roxas thought) all stood, waiting for them.
"Remind me to talk to the Faction Leaders about the SSPCH." Roxas requested of his wife in an undertone, as they reached the bottom of the stairs. Palutena nodded as they came up to Zeoticus, Venelana and Millicas.
"Shall we get going, then?" Zeoticus asked Roxas and Palutena, smiling at the pair of them. "I'm glad you like the outfit Venelana and I had made for you, Roxas."
"Thanks." Roxas replied. "I might actually get used to wearing stuff like this."
"You've had nearly six centuries to get used to it, Roxas." Venelana replied, in a teasing tone, to her grandson. "I very much doubt you'll start now."
Zeoticus chuckled at his wife's remark as he opened a large transportation-circle that, a second later, engulfed the five beings, and transported them all into the entrance hall of the Bael Clan's home castle.
It was an extremely large hall, as Roxas could guess that there were several hundred beings in attendance: Devils, Angels, Fallen Angels and Sex Demons all mingling with each other (though the Devils were the majority in this hall).
Contrary to what Roxas was damn sure would happen, nobody looked around at the sight of the Lord and Lady of the Gremory Clan, the new Heir of the Gremory Clan, the newly-resurfaced former Heir of the Gremory Clan and said former Heir's wife showing up through a transportation-circle, but it certainly wasn't something Roxas minded very much.
Scratch that, it wasn't something Roxas minded at all.
"Well, I should at least try to kill some time." Roxas remarked to Zeoticus, Venelana and Millicas, as he scanned the crowds and saw Valian and Imogen talking to each other, as well as other members of his peerage chatting with other beings. "See you later."
Millicas smiled and waved to his big brother as he left, Palutena following (but then separating from her husband a few seconds later to go talk to Michael and Gabriel), over to a table full of food to grab something to eat and drink.
While he was figuring out what he wanted (as everything looked either too fancy or like it tasted like crap for him), he felt a slender hand touching his shoulder. When he turned around, he saw Fianna Asmodeus standing behind him.
"I'd have the fried fish sandwich, if I were you, Roxas." she remarked, by way of greeting. Roxas looked over at said sandwiches, and, after shrugging, picked one up and took a bite out of it.
"Hmm." he hummed, chewing on it and swallowing. "Nice. Hey, by the way."
"Hey." Fianna replied, smirking as she leant forward, her breasts bouncing in the dark blue dress she was wearing. "How've you been? We haven't really talked since the end of the Kokabiel incident."
"No, we haven't." Roxas replied. "And I've been good. Making money, fucking women, training."
"That sounds like you." Fianna giggled, as Roxas finished eating his sandwich.
"How've things been with you?" he asked, as he swallowed it down. "How's your Clan doing since Riser got his ass kicked by Rias?"
The blonde Satan shrugged her shoulders.
"Pretty good, actually." she replied. "Believe it or not, he's actually trying to reform from his asshole ways."
"Really?" Roxas raised his eyebrows as he reached for another sandwich.
"Yeah, really." Fianna replied. "It's quite shocking, seeing how he is now compared to just a few months ago. But it's a pleasant kind of shocking."
"I'll believe it when I see it." Roxas replied, biting into his second sandwich. "Anything else? I don't mean to pry, I'm just curious."
"Well, it's not exactly happy news." Fianna replied. "You see... my parents are getting divorced."
Roxas blinked, then processed what Fianna had just said.
"Oh, shit." he replied. "That's definitely not happy news. I'm sorry to hear that."
"It's fine." Fianna replied. "I don't know the specifics of WHY they're separating, but I know that they're both happy with the idea of it."
"Fair enough, then." Roxas replied. "If they're happy, that's fine."
"Yeah." Fianna replied, smiling and accepting a drink from one of the servants that walked past. She then turned around as she heard someone walking towards them.
Roxas also turned, and saw that that person... was Winter Schnee.
She looked almost the exact same as she had when Roxas last saw her, with the only difference being that she had grown a few inches, so she was the same height as he was. Apart from that, absolutely nothing had changed in the centuries that Roxas and Winter hadn't talked to each other.
He was silent as Winter walked up to Fianna, and whispered something in her ear, to which Fianna nodded.
"Alright. I'll go now. You don't have to come with me, I'll handle it myself." she turned back to Roxas. "Sorry, Rox. Something's come up that requires my attention." she stepped forward and gently kissed Roxas on the cheek. "Good luck in your Rating Game~" she then downed the rest of her drink in one go, and left the room via transportation-circle without another word, leaving Roxas and Winter alone with each other, silently looking at each other, for several seconds.
"Sooo..." Roxas licked his lips, slightly awkwardly. "How've you been, Winter?"
"I've... been well." Winter replied, looking Roxas up and down as she spoke. "After our training with Raven Branwen ended, I decided to enlist in the Devils' military."
"Kinda gathered that, given that you seem to be friendly with Fianna." Roxas replied.
"Our relationship is more professional than what one would call 'friendly'." Winter replied, her tone as cold and dignified as Roxas (who inwardly remarked "classic Winter") remembered it mostly being, outside of battle at least. "Though we do get along, I'm a special operatives agent first, Lady Fianna's personal assistant second," Roxas noticed that Winter had stressed the word 'Lady', "and her fellow Devil second."
"Fair enough." Roxas replied, as Winter walked over and stood next to him, while they saw Ajuka arriving through a transportation-circle, alongside Diadora and another young man, one with spiky green hair that seemed to stand up on its own except for a single bang that hung over the left side of his face. "You can relax, you know. War isn't gonna break out at a second's notice."
"I know I can relax." Winter replied. "I just find it... difficult, given my upbringing, and my current career." She took a deep breath, and looked over at Roxas, before speaking to him in a slightly warmer tone. "How have you been, Roxas? I haven't heard a thing regarding you since you left your family at the beginning of the 19th century."
"I've been good." Roxas replied. "Life's been eventful, but no less fun. Met some nice women, got married a few times, started a few businesses that've ended up making me richer than, hmm..." he scanned the room. "eighty percent of the Devils in here, killed a God that decided to believe in what his own followers wrote about him to the most extreme degree possible, got a peerage, ended up making my existence known to my family by complete accident, won what's considered the best Rating Game of the past century, and here we are."
"I see." Winter replied, nodding. "Certainly, an eventful life you've had."
"Comes with the territory." Roxas replied, reaching behind him to grab another sandwich. "Man, these sandwiches are real nice. Want one?"
"I'm not hungry." Winter replied, which elicited a shrug from Roxas.
"More for me." he replied, taking a minute to chomp through what was his third sandwich of the night. "So, uh..." he looked at Winter. "You free, anytime soon? Since if you want to, we could arrange a time to get together and catch up for proper. Since I'll be kinda busy fighting our former trainer in a Rating Game sometime soon."
Winter looked at Roxas, and blinked.
"Are you asking me out?" she asked.
"If you want to call it that." Roxas replied. "I considered doing it while we were still training under Raven, but I dropped the idea when... well..."
"You met Elsha." Winter replied. "That, and I doubt that Raven would have approved of her two students dating each other while under her tutelage." She took a second to pause, and then continued. "But to answer, I'd enjoy getting together with you. If possible."
"Sweet." Roxas replied. "Let me know in advance when you're available, and we can arrange from there."
"Good idea." Winter nodded, as she looked across the gathering hall again, and saw some people looking across at her. "I'm sorry, but you'll have to excuse me. I have to go talk to my family."
"It's fine." Roxas replied as she began walking. "It was nice to see you again, though." Winter turned around, and smiled momentarily at Roxas.
"Likewise." she replied, and left.
After eating his fourth sandwich, Roxas left the food-table and walked into the centre of the hall, and saw Sona, wearing a dark purple off-the-shoulder dress, standing with Tsubaki, standing together and looking at everyone else.
Roxas noticed Sona's face gain a very slight pink tinge as she saw him walking towards him, whiche he inwardly smirked at.
"Hey, Sona." the silver-haired Nephalem remarked as he reached Sona and Tsubaki. "Hi, Tsubaki."
"Hello, Roxas." Tsubaki calmly greeted Roxas, inclining her head. Sona nodded in greeting as well.
"How've things been with you?" Roxas asked of Sona, who didn't speak for a second or two before replying.
"Not the best."
"Why?" Roxas replied, raising an eyebrow at the Sitri Heiress. Tsubaki spoke up in reply.
"Sona's been pulled back to her family home, and has been confined there for basically the entire summer so far." Sona's Queen informed Roxas. "I've heard that Lord and Lady Sitri are considering revoking Sona's right to be Heiress to the Sitri Clan, and giving it to Sayuri."
"...Oh." was all Roxas could reply, as he looked at Sona, whose expression on her face as she looked at the all he needed to see to get the gist of WHY this was happening to Sona.
"It's because of what Serafall and I roped you into doing during Open House, right?" Sona's nod only confirmed Roxas' suspicion, as the former Gremory Heir felt slight regret in the pit of his stomach.
"I'm sorry." Roxas spoke to Sona. "Being Heiress must mean a lot to you."
"It does." Sona replied, looking up at Roxas. "I've always been proud of being the next in line to be Head of my Clan, because I was told that if I remained Heiress, I would have better chances of building a Rating Game school, something I've always wanted to do. Having that taken away from me..." she sighed. "It would be horrible."
"I can imagine." Roxas replied, the regretful feeling growing. "Again, I'm sorry."
"It's okay." Sona replied, taking a breath. "You're not the one considering revoking my right to be Heiress, my parents are. And even in spite of that..." a small smile crossed her face. "I did enjoy what we, well..." the blush on her face grew. "Did."
"I enjoyed it too." Roxas smiled. "And I'm damn sure Serafall loved it too." He smirked, and gently rubbed Sona on the shoulder affectionately. "See you around."
As he turned around and prepared to leave Sona and Tsubaki alone, he heard a loud crash coming from the other side of the hall. From where he was standing, Roxas had a good sight of Seekvaira Agares and Zephrydor Glasya-Labolas having a standoff with each other, both ready to attack at any moment.
"It looks like you really want to die, Zephrydor." Seekvaira growled, glaring at the tattooed Devil. "Given how you just touched me right now, I get that impression from you."
"And I get the impression that you're in need of someone to show you how to properly relax, you fucking prude!" Zephrydor replied, grinning perversely at the sight of Seekvaira's bust in the dress she was wearing. "Roxas might have been dumb enough to reject you, but there are plenty more cocks for you to impale yourself on, if you get what I mean!"
Seekvaira gave a snarl, as she prepared a demonic attack to fire at Zephrydor, but before she could do anything, a spear whizzed past her, nicked the tattooed Zephrydor on the ear, and embedded itself in the wall behind the Glasya-Labolas problem child with a loud 'thunk'.
Everyone who was watching the altercation (Roxas, who had taken a few steps closer to get a better look at the situation, included) looked around to see who had thrown the spear, and saw the green-haired young man from earlier, who was dressed in a dark green shirt with silver trim, that also had the silver design of a bird emblazoned onto the front of the shirt, and matching black pants.
"Would you shut up?" the young man asked of Zephrydor in a faux-polite tone, as he summoned the spear back to himself with a snap of his fingers. "Can a guy at least have a moment of tranquillity around here?"
"What the hell makes you think you deserve tranquillity among us, you impure shithead?!" Zephrydor shouted, rubbing his nicked ear and glaring at the green-haired man. "Shut up and get out of here, and leave the real Devils to-"
Zephrydor never got to finish, as the green-haired Devil (who, presumably, was of mixed heritage) simply walked up to him while he was shouting, and punched him in the mouth, knocking out four of Zephrydor's teeth, and just knocking the young Devil out in general, while sighing to himself.
"Seems not all the racists are the old guys around here." the man calmly stated, before turning around and wiping his slightly bloody knuckle on his pants, a grin on his face. "Anyway, hello Seekvaira. Been a while since we've talked. Given what Zephrydor said, I take it you and Roxas didn't work out?"
"I don't want to talk about it." Seekvaira replied, looking at the ground before walking off. The green-haired man shrugged, before turning around, noticing Roxas, and walking towards him. He was a few inches taller than the silver-haired Nephalem, which Roxas noted as he stopped in front of him.
"Roxas Gremory, right?" he asked, looking him up and down with an easy-going smile on his face.
"That's me." Roxas replied, looking the green-haired young man down and up. "And you are?"
"Achilles Astaroth." The man replied. "Nice to meet you." He paused for a moment, before speaking again. "I see you got rid of your... headband."
"What?" Roxas blinked, then processed what Achilles had said. "Oh yeah. I just decided that a ponytail didn't suit me all that well."
"And you'd be right, judging from the looks you're getting from some of the girls around here." Achilles replied. "But I doubt someone like yourself would really be bothered."
"Not really, no." Roxas confirmed. "Though I don't think my hair has much to do with that."
Achilles laughed for a moment, and grinned.
"Yeah, that's true." He replied. "But anyway, there's something I wanted to talk to you about."
"Oh?" Roxas raised an eyebrow. "What's that?"
Achilles walked over to a quieter corner of the room, Roxas at his side, and stopped, turning back to him.
"I'll be blunt." Achilles said, staring right into Roxas' crimson eyes with his greenish-yellow ones. "My little half-brother is after one of your Pawns. The blonde one."
"Asia?" Roxas replied, turning around and looking at Asia, who was talking to a woman with platinum-blonde hair and gray eyes, who Roxas believed was named Mirana Shatarova.
"That's her." Achilles replied as Roxas turned back to him. "Diadora has a serious nun-fetish. That goes way, WAY beyond what regular beings would consider a fetish. It's downright sick."
"To what extent?" Roxas asked.
"To the extent that every single one of his peerage members were nuns in the Church." Achilles replied, his voice deadly serious. "From all over the human world. There's convincing your servants to all wear nun-outfits for you and then there's what he does to get nuns to join him. It's horrific. And something that I can't prove, unfortunately."
"Damn, that must suck." Roxas replied. "But I'll keep an eye out."
"Good man." Achilles replied. "Anyway, to change the subject, I hear that you're acquainted with a certain Scathach? Is that true?"
"Beep, beep. Stalker alert." Roxas replied, dryly. "But yeah. I am."
"I see." Achilles replied. "It was just rumour, though. I wanted to confirm that it was true first."
"Why?" Roxas asked, his brows furrowing. "Why do you care about whether or not I know one of the hottest supernatural women currently alive today?"
Achilles chuckled.
"Because one of my peerage members is a descendent of her most famous student." He replied. "And he wishes to seek tutelage under her, just like his ancestor, Cu Chulainn."
"And you want me to ask for him." Roxas susurmised.
"Perceptive, aren't you?" Achilles smirked, looking down at Roxas. "But yeah, I would like it if you asked."
"Alright, then." Roxas replied. "I'll make sure to ask her if I see her again. Whether Scathach says yes or not is down to her. Not me."
"Got it." Achilles replied. He then looked past Roxas to see someone approaching him from behind. "Heads up."
Roxas looked behind him and saw Grayfia approaching, with the crowds of Devils, Fallen Angels, Angels and Sex Demons parting to let her through.
"Roxas." She addressed her oldest son. "The Rating Game between you and Raven is about to begin. I need you to come with me and gather your peerage."
"Got it, Mom." Roxas replied, turning towards Achilles and missing (or just ignoring) the disapproving look Grayfia gave the back of his head at the fact that he'd addressed her as his mother, and stuck out his hand to the green-haired Devil. "Thanks for the advice, Achilles."
"Anytime." Achilles replied, accepting Roxas' hand and shaking it. "Good luck."
And that's the 29th chapter of Nephalem of Gremory! We've met more members of Venelana's peerage (yet more members will be revealed in due time), three Dwarf OCs who agreed to get to work on Roxas' new weapon (which will be revealed either in the chapter after next), and certain members of Roxas' peerage have been shown training. Along with that, we also got Roxas trying to be a good big brother to Millicas.
Regarding the female Souji Okita, I'm using the Fate version of her for this fic (because she's way more interesting than the DxD version that we got), and at last, Roxas and Winter have reunited! *pulls party popper* OW, WHY DID I DO THAT? I FUCKING HATE PARTY POPPERS!
And as for Achilles Astaroth, he's an OC created by The Last Kenpachi. Thanks to him for letting me use him in the fic and introducing him here. Hope you readers like him.
Anyway, what did you think of this new 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, or just have questions for me, 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 for New Girls:
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Next Time: The Rating Game Begins.
Preview of Next Chapter:
"With the notable exception of Sairaorg." Raven muttered, as she looked around at the statues. "Erechus still can't get his head out of his ass about that."
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