Anything you recognise isn't mine.

"I seriously can't believe you chose 'Wade Wilson' as your alias, Roxas." Xenovia remarked to her King as she, Asia and Roxas walked down a street in Kuoh, after the end of Roxas' first day as a teacher. They reached a block of high-class apartments and entered through the door, as Roxas chuckled.

"Well, there'd be a colossal shitstorm if I used my real name." Roxas replied. "And besides, I look nothing like Rias. Would anyone really believe me if I said I was related to her?"

"You're definitely attractive enough to be so." Xenovia replied, as they entered the elevator that would take them up to the apartment that Roxas had brought for himself to live in when he was working in Kuoh as a teacher, and for Xenovia and Asia to live in as well even when he wasn't there. "One of the many reasons I'd love to make a baby with you. More than one, if possible."

"We'll see." Roxas replied, reaching under Xenovia's skirt and squeezing her shapely behind as the elevator began moving upward. "I might work on giving you a kid after you graduate if you still want one. Or several." He shrugged, and proceeded to pull Xenovia toward him and press his lips against hers, something that Xenovia gladly accepted, judging by how she wrapped her arms around Roxas and deepened the kiss for a couple of seconds, before her King pulled away and the elevator stopped moving.

Roxas had his arm around Xenovia's waist when the door opened and the pair of them, plus Asia, walked out of the elevator and down a short hallway, before using a key to unlock the door and enter.

The apartment that Roxas had brought (for approximately 11 million Souls) was a large, spacious place, with the main area and dining room functioning as one large room, with a door leading to a kitchen on the far end of the dining area, and a set of double-doors leading into the part of the flat that had an office and four bedrooms (one for Asia and Xenovia, one for Venelana, one for Elsha (who had to leave immediately after the day ended, as she had a summon), in the event that they didn't fancy sleeping in Roxas' room, and one for Roxas himself).

When Roxas, Asia and Xenovia walked in, they immediately saw Venelana sitting on one of the sofas, on the phone with someone (most likely one of Roxas' business partners). Venelana looked up and nodded to her boss and her boss' Pawn and Knight, before going back to talking on the phone, while Asia and Xenovia went to drop of their stuff in their room, and Roxas went to his office, which (like everything else in the apartment) was very spacious.

Roxas sat down at his desk, opened up the laptop that was sitting there, and jumped into his emails to check them, as he did daily. There were a few emails that he had that just looked like spam, so he deleted them immediately, but one that looked important was one from Kirnk, and when he opened it, he read through it, with the email mainly being an update on how testing for the smartphone that he'd had made was going, as well as telling him that he'd decided to make more of the AR contacts that he'd shown Roxas last time they met.

Smirking to himself, Roxas hashed out a reply to his friend's email, sent it, and sat back in his chair, thinking that he'd just pull out his Switch and play Breath of the Wild until dinner rolled around, but that was not to be, judging by the expression on Venelana's face as she walked into the office.

"Hey, Ven." Roxas greeted his grandmother and personal assistant. "What's up?"

"Diodora Astaroth has arrived and wishes to speak with you, Roxas." Venelana replied. "I've served him tea, and before you ask, I don't know why he's here."

Roxas blinked and stood up, his blood running cold. Achilles' words to him from the Underworld Gathering a few weeks ago ran through his head.

"My little half-brother is after one of your Pawns. The blonde one."

"Diodora has a serious nun-fetish. That goes way, WAY beyond what regular beings would consider a fetish. It's downright sick."

"To the extent that every single one of his peerage members were nuns in the Church."

"I see." Roxas replied, taking a breath to calm himself. "I'll see him now."

"I presume that's what he'd like." Venelana replied, watching Roxas leave his office and shut the door behind him. As he turned to his left after leaving his office, he saw Diodora Astaroth sitting on one of the two couches that faced each other, drinking the cup of tea that Venelana said she had served him.

Taking a breath to keep himself calm, Roxas walked over to the other couch and sat down on it, clearing his throat to get Diodora's attention. The Astaroth Heir put his cup down and smiled gently at Roxas, who did not return the gesture.

"You have a very nice place, Roxas." Diodora inclined his head to the silverette Gremory, still smiling. "Thank you for agreeing to talk with me."

"It's... fine." Roxas replied, biting back a cold retort. "What do you want?"

"Getting right to the point, hm?" Diodora asked, his smile becoming wider. "I like that. I guess I'll get right to the point too. I would like to offer a trade in peerage pieces."

Roxas furrowed his brow, while Diodora looked certain that Roxas was going to agree to the trade. Because, Diodora thought, why would he not?

"It's for Asia, right?" Roxas spoke, his voice deadpan.

Diodora nodded, and opened two magic-circles and summoned holographic images of two fairy attractive women, both of whom were dressed in nun outfits. The one on Roxas' left, who was dressed in a more revealing nun outfit, had shoulder-length blonde hair and bangs, while the one on the right was dressed in a more conservative nun outfit, and had long green hair tied in a single braid with no bangs.

"You're quick on the uptake." Diodora complimented Roxas. "These are the servants that I am willing to part with." he gestured to the images of the two peerage members that he was showing off (as if Roxas would be moved by an attempted flex from some presumably-weak fuck who was practically a baby in comparison to him). "I can assure you that-"

"Denied." Roxas cut across Diodora before he could finish speaking. "Get out."

Diodora blinked as he processed Roxas' words, as well as the glare that Roxas gave him.

"I'm sorry?" Diodora asked. Neither he nor Roxas noticed this, but Asia and Xenovia both entered through the double-doors and saw what was going down. Roxas' glare intensified as he regarded Diodora with cold contempt."

"You heard me. Get out." Roxas replied, rolling up the sleeve of the jacket that he was wearing and revealing the tattoo that Clarent Galatine took the form of when he wasn't using it. "Or I'll send you back to your rape-pets in pieces. Achilles told me everything." He added, as Diodora feigned confusion at his words. "Over my dead body are you getting your hands on Asia."

Diodora's expression quickly shifted to a more ugly look as he glared at Roxas with nearly as much intensity as Roxas was glaring at him. From her position next to Xenovia, Asia squeaked quietly from fear, and Xenovia placed an arm around her to calm her down.

"So you believe the baseless accusations that my filthy half-brother has been labelling against me in recent years." Diodora stated, his glare remaining but his voice giving off an aura of calmness. "He's been accusing me of all sorts of horrible things for the longest time. Attempts to elevate himself above me, no doubt."

"Be that as it may, whoever you are," Xenovia spoke up for the first time, joining her King in glaring at Diodora. "You might be interested to know that Roxas has already had sex with Asia, multiple times. So if you want to be the one to take her virginity like you've doubtlessly wanted to for all the other former nuns in your peerage," she clenched both her fists, and after looking around at her, Roxas could see that Xenovia was exercising all the self-restraint she had to not summon Durandal and run Diodora through with it right now.

Roxas would've been lying if he said he couldn't relate, as a smirk crossed his face at the sight of Diodora visibly blanching.

"Oh. I see." The Astaroth Heir remarked, giving Asia the same look one would give if one had been grievously betrayed. "Then I must take my leave for now." He looked around to Asia, and inclined her head towards her.

"I must say, I'm rather disappointed that you've decided to lie with beings of such... questionable, character, Asia." Diodora spoke, his voice still gentle. "However, I will not give up hope that you'll see the error of your ways and come around to a real Devil. I would die before giving up hope on you."

"Then perish." Asia replied, as Diodora opened a transportation-circle for himself. A shocked expression came over his face as he left Roxas' apartment. Roxas had a similar expression on his face as his crimson eyes shifted from Xenovia to Asia, trying to figure out if what he'd heard had really came from who he thought it had come from.

"Xenovia, when did you become an expert in impressions?" were the first words Roxas spoke since Diodora took his leave. "Since I'm sure that wasn't Asia that told Diodora to fucking DIE."

"Th-that wasn't me." Xenovia replied, also shocked as she looked over at Asia. "Asia?"

Roxas looked over at his young blonde Pawn, and saw that Asia had her hands over her mouth, a look of shock at what she had just said on her face herself.

"I-I didn't mean to!" she looked fearfully from Roxas to Xenovia to the spot that Diodora had left from. "I just- when Diodora mentioned that he wanted me to trade away from you and go to him- and what Xenovia told me about a Devil who'd been seducing so many Holy Maidens away from churches and doing unspeakable things to them- it just made me so angry, and what I said just slipped out!"

The Twilight Healing wielder trembled slightly, though her fear subsided almost instantly when Roxas suddenly burst out laughing. His laugh lasted for a good half minute before it began to subside.

"Fuck, I'm not angry with you, Asia!" he said, through chuckles. "It's just, I was close to saying the same thing to him myself. I could see Xenovia saying something similar to that, but you? Hell no!" His laughs began building up again, before he took a deep breath to calm himself.

After he'd fully calmed down, he then walked over to Asia and wrapped his arms around her, holding her in a hug.

"Anyway, you shouldn't worry about what you said any more than you should worry about Diodora, Asia." Roxas replied. "I'll make sure that nothing bad happens to you. If that means I have to save you like I did a couple of months ago, then I will."

Roxas pulled out of the hug with Asia, but still held her for a couple of seconds, before Asia leaned forward and pressed her lips against Roxas for a short, sweet kiss, that lasted only a couple of seconds before she pulled away. Roxas smirked as Asia went red from her own forwardness.

"Nice kiss." He smirked, letting Asia go. "Look at you becoming more assertive, Asia." He inhaled through his nose and hummed. "Dinner smells good."

"Oh, God!" Asia's eyes widened as she realised that she'd left dinner running unattended for a good few minutes now. "I forgot!" She then dashed back into the kitchen as fast as her little legs could carry her, with Xenovia following at a light jog.

After stretching, and scratching an itch on his back, Roxas walked back into his office, where Venelana was sat on his desk, looking at something on her phone. She looked up as Roxas entered.

"So, what happened with Diodora?" she asked, putting her phone away and standing up.

"He wanted to trade Asia for one of the nun-shaped rape-pets he had in his peerage." Roxas replied. "Said he would die before giving up on the idea of Asia jumping ship to him, and-" he snorted. "Asia told him to go ahead and do it."

Venelana gave a laugh in return.

"I guess you've been rubbing off on her." She replied.

"I seem to do that a lot." Roxas agreed, smiling as Venelana walked over him.

"Asia told me that dinner would be an hour at most." she spoke, her voice taking on a lower and more seductive tone, as it often did when she was horny (Roxas knew that much from experience). "Now how about we spend the next hour pleasing each other in the bedroom?" Venelana licked her lips when she got close to Roxas, and reached around to her boss' ass, squeezing it.

"I'd like that a lot." Roxas replied, as Venelana walked off, shaking her ass enticingly. Her grandson's eyes were trained perfectly on it as he followed her into his bedroom, and shut the door behind them, locking it for good measure.

Line Break

"Okay, Zeoticus." Raven remarked to her Rating Game opponent, as she, with Leone and Adam in tow, walked through a peaceful-looking field towards said opponent, who had his Rook, Igneel, a former Dragon King that took up both of his Rook pieces, and his Mutation Pawn, Igneel's son Natsu. "This match has gone on long enough. I do believe it's time to finish it."

Igneel, who was stood to Zeoticus' right, was a very large man, standing at nearly eight feet in height. He had beige skin and hair that was a very dark shade of red, even darker than Zeoticus' crimson locks.

His eyes were just as dark, and had yellow sclera, and his attire consisted of nothing but a thick red coat, leaving his chest exposed (and showing off all the scars on his stomach, chest and neck, with the x-shaped one on his chest looking especially bad).

Natsu was a lean, muscular young man of average height with a slightly tan skin tone, black eyes an spiky pink-coloured hair. Natsu had a scar on the right side of his neck, hidden by a scale-patterned scarf around his neck. He had abnormally sharp canines, which could be seen as he grinned at the three opponents in front of him.

The outfit that Natsu wore consisted of a sleeveless, gold trimmed, black waistcoat, left open and untucked, exposing his bare chest, a black cloth with gold trim around his waist that reached his knees, held by a leather brown belt with an oval-shaped silver buckle, white knee-length trousers with black ribbon ties, a thick black wristband on his left wrist, black open-toed sandals and a scale-patterned scarf.

"I'm inclined to agree, Raven." Zeoticus replied, a playful smile adorning his face. "It's been a fun Rating Game, and you've been a great opponent, but it's time for me to walk away from this with another win under my belt."

"I doubt that very much." Raven replied, smirking as she rested a hand on the handle of her sword. "Leone, Adam, you have permission to transform."

"Igneel, Natsu," Zeoticus addressed his Rook and Mutation Pawn at the same time as Raven addressed Leone and Adam. "You also have permission to transform."

Before the eyes of anyone who may or may not have been watching at the time, Leone, Adam, Igneel and Natsu began to transform. Leone began growing golden fur all across her body, which was growing at an unbelievably rapid pace. Her teeth grew into sabre-like fangs, her head mutated from that of a human into that of a lion, and she dropped onto all fours as she finished her transformation, into a huge, golden Lion.

Adam, after casting away his sword and gun/sheath, began to transform as well. The horns on top of his head grew in size, becoming even more noticeable than normal, and the rest of his body grew along with it. His hair fell out of its windswept style and grew to shoulder-length, as he continued his growth into that of a huge, humanoid bull, that held a huge sword, seemingly made out of pure demonic energy.

The descendants of the Nemean Lion and the Minotaur let out their own battle-cries, which sounded more like a roar and a bellow, respectively, than cries, as Igneel and Natsu transformed, at the same time as Leone and Adam, into Dragons, with Natsu's dragon form, which was around three metres in height, looking like a miniature version of his father's, who easily hit ten feet in height.

"Take out the pipsqueak Dragon." Raven calmly ordered of Adam. "Then help Leone keep Igneel at bay. Don't waste all your power on Natsu."

The bullish Adam gave a grunt in reply, and rushed at Natsu with surprising speed, as Leone roared and sunk her teeth through the scales of Igneel as he charged towards her, and into his flesh, causing Zeoticus' Rook to give a loud roar of pain and let out a stream of dark fire from his mouth.

Meanwhile, Raven pulled her sword out of her sheath with the speed and focus of someone who had done that same action hundreds of thousands, nay, potentially MILLIONS of times, and dashed towards her crimson-haired opponent, who summoned a pair of gauntlets on his forearms that had several blades, which looked to have been forged out of black ice, and raised his right arm to block Raven's incoming strike.

Outside the Rating Game Dimension

"Fuck yeah, this is my shit." Roxas grinned. He reached into the bucket of popcorn he'd brought before the Game even began, and started munching on it, from his position in the stands of the Rating Game arena in the Astaroth Clan's territory.

A couple of days ago, Roxas had received an invite from Raven to attend the 'warm-up game' of the Young Devils Rating Game Tournament, which was meant to function similarly to a warm-up act at a concert, with the first two games of the first round of the Tournament having been drawn earlier, as Sona vs. Diodora and Achilles vs. Imogen.

Though Roxas didn't exactly plan on staying to watch Sona vs. Diodora (much to Serafall's chagrin once she found that out), he knew that he'd be back to watch Achilles vs. Imogen. And he, obviously, would be rooting for Imogen.

Roxas looked up and saw Valian, who held two large cups of drinks (with one of them having Roxas' name written on it, and the other one with Valian's name written on it, similar to a certain coffeehouse chain that Roxas loathed) in her hands while she made her way through the crowd towards her King, and sat down beside him.

"I believe this one is yours." She handed the cup with Roxas' name on it to her King, who took a sip from it.

"Sure is." He wrapped an arm aruond his Queen and kissed her. "Cheers, Val."

"No problem." Valian replied, going slightly pink as Roxas' hand trailed down to her ass for a second and squeezed it, while she took a gulp from her cup of... whatever liquid lay within it, before looking up. "Oh. Hey Gabriel. Hi Vasco."

Roxas almost spat his mouthful of drink out of his mouth from surprise as he turned around and, indeed, saw Gabriel in all her Angelic glory, making her way through the stands while disregarding all the gazes (most male, some female) directed at her and her incredible body, and Vasco, silently but gently, walking behind her.

"Hello, Valian." Gabriel greeted Roxas' Queen, inclining her head towards her with a smile on her face before doing the same to Roxas. "It's nice to see you again, Roxas. May I sit down?"

"Sure." Roxas replied, smiling as Gabriel settled herself into the chair opposite to Roxas, while Vasco sat beside her. "So what're you doing here?"

"Oh, I was invited here by Sirzechs and Ajuka." Gabriel replied. "They asked me if I wanted to attend the first day of the Rating Game tournament for the Young Devils, I accepted, here I am. And Vasco's here as my escort."

"I guessed as much." Roxas replied, looking past his Angel fiancé to his former student. "What's up, Vasco. You doing good?"

"I'm well, Roxas." Vasco replied, his voice still as strong as it was all those years ago when Roxas had began training the now-over-ninety-years-old Exorcist. "Are you?"

"I'm good, I'm good." Roxas replied, taking another gulp out of his drink and turning his attention back to the Rating Game between his former teacher and his grandfather.

He watched as Raven swung at Zeoticus with her sword in one hand, while using her other hand to conjure of magic-circles that shot blasts of ice-magic at him like each one was its own seperate machine-gun.

Inside the Rating Game Dimension

Zeoticus, his surprisingly cool-looking set of bladed gauntlets equipped, was forced onto the defensive, having to push the sword that Raven held in her hand out of harm's way, before he jumped backward and deflected as many of the blasts of ice-magic away from him as he could.

And Raven just kept coming, completely undeterred by Zeoticus' impressive defence, conjuring up a couple more magic-circles that fired more blasts of ice-magic at her crimson-haired opponent.

Zeoticus widened his eyes at how thick and fast Raven's attacks were coming, and, after clashing with her for a few seconds with his gauntlets, pushed her away and got in a single punch on her face, enhanced with lightning magic in order to stun her. He then jumped high in the air, over his opponent's head, and landed behind her, before throwing his hands wide and opening three dark crimson Amalgamation holes, which were quickly filled up by the coming blasts of ice-magic.

Two more then opened, filling up with fire. Zeoticus then turned around as the five Amalgamation holes combined into one, combining the ice-magic that Raven had attempted to use on him with his own fire-magic, creating a frozen inferno and sending it directly towards Raven, who was forced onto the back foot herself.

She sheathed her sword and created several layers of magic-circles to use as a shield, but even from his seat in the stands, Roxas could see that Zeoticus' Amalgamated ice/fire hybrid attack was beating Raven's magical shields, and beating them fast.

Zeoticus smirked, as he was confident that Raven would be consumed by the ice-cold fire himself, which would end the game with his victory, but he saw, out of the corner of his eye, a red-eyed raven flying up and away from him, circling around in a wide arc, and coming back towards him, flying through the fire as fast as its wings could carry it.

In the half a second that Zeoticus couldn't see the bird flying through the fire that he'd created, it had morphed back into Raven Branwen, who unsheathed her sword, mid-air, and brought it down on Zeoticus with all the strength that a downward strike with all her physical strength, plus flying at over seventy-five miles an hour, could bring.

The black ice that Zeoticus had used to create his arm-blade gauntlets (which he raised up to try and stop himself from being vertically bisected by his opponent) was cracked by Raven's sword, and the roundhouse kick that she threw at him right afterwards sent him sliding backwards, around the time that Naud Gamgin, who was commentating the Rating Game (as he often did with most games) announced that Natsu, Zeoticus' Mutation Pawn, had been Retired.

Zeoticus, who hadn't even been listening to the commentary, such was his focus on the battle with Raven, looked around at his pink-haired Pawn, who was, indeed, fading away in a hazy blue light, such was customary when peerage members were Retired, but he didn't see Adam, either in his human form or his Minotaur form, anywhere close enough to Natsu that would suggest that he was responsible. In fact, Adam was lying, barely conscious and in his human form, a few feet away from Natsu, trying hard to pull himself away from a woman who was stood over him, looking incredibly menacing, a large demonic-looking wasp flying above her head and fading away.

The woman's beauty was incredible. She had long light brown hair that went down to her hips and had many bangs covering her right eye, which was also a light brown.

Her figure was similar to that of Venelana in terms of how attractive it was, and she was dressed a black cape with pricey-looking white fur on the top of said cape, which covered her set of black body-armour.

The sudden appearance of this woman was enough to make Raven and Zeoticus completely forget about the fact that they had been fighting each other up to a couple of seconds ago, as Raven was the first to speak.

"Shyelin Beelzebub." The Branwen Head growled. "Never thought I'd see you crawling out of whatever tiny little cave the Old Satan Faction decided to retreat to centuries ago. Especially after what happened to your father at the hands of Sirzechs."

"And I never thought you'd stoop so low as to associate with filth like this, Raven." Shyelin replied, jerking her head dispassionately in Zeoticus' direction. "And to think we used to be friends."

"We fell out for damn good reasons, Shyelin." Raven's growl became a rather menacing snarl, as she unsheathed her sword and pointed it at Shyelin. "Reasons I'm happy to remind you of!" She then spread her ten Devil wings and shot herself like a rocket towards Shyelin.

In reply, the granddaughter of Beelzebub simply raised her hand and summoned the large demonic wasp from earlier, which Raven only realised had a much bigger sting than what a wasp of that size would regularly have, when it was too late.

The scream of pain she let out when the demonic wasp impaled her on it was heard perfectly by Zeoticus, who leapt into action and flew towards Shyelin, who didn't even bother looking at him as she raised her hand, sending a large laser of demonic energy towards him through a magic-circle. When the laser made contact with the current Gremory Head, it was enough to blast him nearly fifty feet away, where he landed on the floor and moved no more.

The demonic wasp pulled out of Raven's stomach (causing her to collapse to the ground) flew back to its mistress, who hummed as she looked closely at its stinger. She extended a hand towards it and seemed to extract a red and black substance from its stinger, which hovered in her hand.

"This looks useful." She whispered before thrusting her palm out into the space behind her, where several large portals opened, and approximately twenty thousand Devils walked through them, all wearing masks that looked a lot more demon-like than the faces of most regular Devils, a trademark of the Old Satan Faction.

The person who seemed to be leading them was a woman that looked to be around as physically attractive as Shyelin (perhaps even more so, depending on one's tastes). She had rather pale skin, had black hair tied up in a small ponytail and violet eyes, along with pointed ears. She wore the clothes of a noble, which were black with dark red belts and motifs and hugged her figure brilliantly.

"Alright, Shyelin, I stand corrected." The black-haired woman addressed the descendent of Beelzebub. "The plan of that little shitstain Diodora actually worked. I guess he's not as useless as he looks."

"Yeah, yeah." Shyelin rolled her eyes at Catora Asmodeus, granddaughter of Asmodeus and her second cousin. "Just stick to the plan, okay? Find Roxas Lucifer, subdue him, bring him back to the base and force him to tell us where Katerea is."

"Then can we use him to make armies." Catora licked her lips. "Can I go first with him?"

"Fine." Shyelin muttered. "You horny slut." She muttered.

Outside

Needless to say, what was going on outside the Rating Game dimension could be described as one thing: absolute chaos. Those that didn't know what was going on had just seen two of the strongest Devils in the Underworld batted aside like flies, and those who did had just witnessed the beginning of an attack from an old enemy of the Underworld: the Old Satan Faction.

There was panic going on, chiefly.

But there was also evacuation, as those who didn't fight were immediately ordered by Ajuka Beelzebub, over a combination of loud-speaker and magical voice enhancement, to leave the stadium, where there would be transport-circles ready to warp them away from the fight. As well as that, the inverse was true, as those who were willing to fight were warped into the Rating Game dimension by the hundreds by Ajuka himself.

However, neither of these things applied to Roxas, as there was only one thing running through his mind right now. One thing that would, in all honesty, be quite understandable if one had seen one's teacher and one's grandfather, who one had now come to love dearly, nearly killed right in front of him.

Rage. Rage which was manifesting itself in the form of incredibly dense Holy and Demonic auras, which filled the area like water being filled up in a glass.

Roxas' rage at the sight of what was going on was such that, before the eyes of everyone in the vicinity, he began to rise up into the air, without the use of his white Devil wings, and began glowing with both Holy and Demonic energies, which swirled around him like tornadoes. Everyone in the area noticed this, and instantly found it harder to breathe due to the Holy (or Demonic, for the few Angels in the audience) energy, which could be tasted, it was so dense.

Some of the weaker of those respective species found themselves passing out. But regardless of this, Roxas' whole body, to the surprise of those still standing, began to turn silver, with this process slowly occurring from the feet upwards, with his clothes being shredded as this happened.

A portal then opened close to Roxas, and Palutena came out of it, her eyes focused on her husband as his transformation continued. She floated over to him, seemingly unaffected by the density of the auras around him, as Roxas' transformation reached his knees.

"Roxas!" she called to him. "Please don't do this! You promised me that you'd never transform into that, no matter what happened!

Roxas blinked, as the transformation slowed, and he looked to where Palutena was floating, staff firmly clenched in her hand.

"You promised!" Palutena repeated. "I was so scared when I had to try and repair your soul after your fight with Allah! I thought I'd never get to see my husband again, so please..." tears came to the eyes of Roxas' green-haired divine wife. "Don't transform... please don't..."

Roxas blinked again, and the look on his face, which was so strong you'd be forgiven for thinking that the silver-haired Nephalem was a Basilisk in disguise, softened at the sight of his wife. The silver glow that had engulfed half of his legs descended, and eventually disappeared, with the dense Holy and Demonic auras that floated around the room slowly followed. His clothes, however, did not regenerate, something that he noticed when he looked down at himself.

"Shit." He muttered, as Palutena floated over and embraced him. "Those were my favourite shoes."

"I'll get you a new pair once we get out of here." Palutena replied once she released Roxas from her clutches, and looked around to see Ajuka floating towards the pair of them on his twelve Devil wings.

"Roxas?" his godfather asked of him. "You gonna be okay? You not gonna do... that?" he gestured to Roxas' bare legs and feet.

"No, I'm good." Roxas replied, taking a couple of breaths as his hard look returned. "Just get me in there." He pointed to the Rating Game dimension, where a battle was beginning between the Devils that were already inside, and the Devils of the Old Satan Faction.

"Say no more." Ajuka replied, snapping his fingers. A transportation-circle enveloped Roxas, and he then disappeared. "How about you, Palutena?"

"No." Palutena replied. "I'd rather not fight with... well." She gestured to her stomach, and Ajuka nodded.

"I understand." He replied. "Congratulations to you and Roxas, by the way."

"Thank you." Palutena smiled at the green-haired Beelzebub, and warped out via staff-created portal.

Around the same time as Palutena left, Valian had been warped into the Rating Game dimension with the rest of Roxas' peerage, plus Rias' peerage, who she had called as soon as Ajuka gave the order for those who could fight to step up so they could be warped in.

"Alright." Valian addressed the fifteen subordinates in front of her. "Xenovia, Asia, Neo, Elsha, Mira, Koneko, Gasper, Kiba, Isane, split into groups of three and stick together while fucking OSF fuckers the fuck up."

Valian caught sight of two Old Satan Faction Devils flying towards her and the group she was addressing, but before they could get anywhere near her, she flung a powerful wave of the Primordial Power of Darkness at them, slicing them apart and drenching the ground close to them in Devil blood. Asia and Gasper, who were closest to where the blood landed, jumped away.

"Any of you get hurt," Valian continued, as if nothing had happened, "You get out of the RG dimension to stop yourselves from getting killed. Don't engage the brown-haired woman in armour or the black-haired woman with elf-ears, they're too powerful for you. Got it?"

"Got it!" the nine individuals shouted, in unison, and flew off. Valian noticed Asia, Xenovia and Isane forming a group, Gasper, Kiba and Elsha forming a group and Neo, Mira and Koneko forming one, around the same time as herself, Akasha, Esdeath, Akeno and Rias left, with Akeno and Rias going as a pair.

"I swear that Rias has a fem-crush on Akeno." Valian muttered as she equipped her Balance Breaker armour and flew upward. When she was higher than pretty much all of the OSF Devils, she called out to the Dragon in her Sacred Gear. "Hey Albion. What've we got here?"

["Working on it."] Albion replied, falling silent for a moment. ["Alright. We've got 15,000 six-winged and 3,000 eight-winged. Not counting the Beelzebub and Asmodeus descendants. But I'm pretty sure Roxas will make short work of them..."]

"Agreed." Valian replied as Albion fell silent again. "What's up, Albion? You're usually pretty talkative when I get in a fight."

["I was just thinking about your King."] Albion replied. ["And how close he came to going into what I think was that Twilight God form that he's mentioned a couple of times."]

"Hmm." Valian replied, a bead of sweat forming on her forehead as she recalled the overwhelming power that Roxas gave off. "What about it?"

["It's probably the most power I've seen come out of one single being that I've ever witnessed."] Albion replied, bluntly, which made Valian do a double-take, as she had never heard Albion admit to ANYTHING regarding power. ["A-apart from me and Ddraig, that is!"] the Vanishing Dragon added, which made Valian roll her eyes. ["And maybe your great-grandfather, when he was still a Nephalem."]

Valian was silent as she deflected several demonic blasts from a trio of eight-winged OSF Devils, and fired back with bolts of lightning, infused with her Primordial Darkness power, which heavily injured the three Devils.

"You really think so?" she asked, dashing forward and throwing armoured punches at the three OSF Devils, killing them.

["I do."] Albion replied. ["I truly do."]

Valian remained silent as she continued her aerial battle.

Meanwhile, Achilles had just been teleported into the Rating Game dimension by Ajuka, and he was looking around, spear in hand, seeing if there was any OSF Devils close enough to him to stab to death, but saw none.

So for a second, he looked up and saw Roxas flying through the air at immense speed on his ten Devil wings. As he watched the older son of Sirzechs and Grayfia, he felt an energy that was foreign in comparison to the thousands of Devils around him, and turned around to see the source of that energy, clapping eyes on... a cute little girl.

The girl had long thick black hair that went down to her hips, and black eyes. Achilles could barely see through her hair, but he saw that her ears had pointed tips, differing from regular ears. Her eyes had slit-pupils.

She wore a black Gothic Lolita dress, and was also looking up at Roxas as he flew.

"So that's him." The person spoke, in an emotionless tone. "That's, the source, of the power spike?"

Achilles didn't answer, as he had difficulty figuring out how this small child with terrifyingly strong Dragonic energy surrounding her had gotten into the Rating Game dimension, as he somewhat doubted that Ajuka had anything to do with it.

"You felt it too, didn't you?" The black-haired girl continued, not looking at Achilles. "The power spike. I believe that, it was as strong as, my former mate candidate. Can't be sure though. Hmm."

Achilles remained silent, as he briefly considered replying to this scary creature, but she spoke again before he could open his mouth.

"I shall, have to keep an eye, on him."

Achilles blinked, and the girl had disappeared. He looked around wildly, wondering where she had gone, before he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw Imogen there.

"Hey, Achilles." Imogen greeted her fellow Hybrid. "You gonna get your head in the fight or what?"

Achilles remained silent for a second, then nodded.

"Right behind you, Imogen." He replied, spreading his eight Devil wings and following the ten-winged Belial Heiress into battle.

And that's Chapter 35! Dildodora has been denied access to Asia by Roxas, and the attack by the Old Satan Faction has begun, with the arrival of Shyelin and Catora (which are genderbent versions of Shalba and Creuserey. Gotta give Roxas the trio of hot Satan descendants that aren't his mom, after all) as well as the second-best DxD girl, and my fifth-favourite DxD character overall (behind Akeno, Dulio, Sairaorg and Azazel), Ophis!

As well as that, we FINALLY see a little bit of what Roxas' Twilight God form looks like. Think of it as something like Sirzechs' true form if you replace the Power of Destruction with Roxas' Power of Twilight. It's powerful enough to catch the attention of Ophis, and for her to mention that it's as strong as some unnamed being that used to be a candidate for becoming her mate (you wanna guess who? Go ahead).

Also I've decided to make Adam and Leone descendants of the Minotaur and the Nemean Lion, respectively, from Greek mythology. Since Adam's a bull Faunus and Leone's Teigu gives her access to lion-like abilities, I thought it'd make sense. Hope you like that.

Anyway, I really hope you enjoyed this chapter. Whether you did or you didn't, please leave a review and let me know, because I really do love hearing feedback, of any kind. If you fancy letting me know about some possible ideas you might have for later in the story, or just have questions for me (because I'll be happy to answer them), let me know in a review, drop me a PM or hit me up on Discord (my name for it is on my profile)!

Three Sizes of New Girls:

Shyelin: 105-64-94

Catora: 107-62-95

Ophis: 66-53-70

Next Time: Demonic Transformations, Death

Preview of Next Chapter:

"HEY!" Roxas yelled, flying after Shyelin and Catora as they flew off. "I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU!"

Seeya!