Underworld - Uncharted Lands - Unknown Mansion

Within the unknown manor a deep rumbling could be felt as the air within the manor shifts. The sounds of chains breaking echoed throughout the manor. Deep within the underbelly of the manor a young man could be seen with chains surrounding him crumbling bit by bit, and as the last chain crumbles to dust the young man's eyes open; a startling yet entrancing purple.

Shaking the chains from his body the young man takes a step forward revealing his form; a tall and sturdy physique. The young man stands nearly 2 meters tall, his physique looks as if it was sculpted from a bronze marble. "Where am I?" His voice is a deep enchanting rumble.

As the young man looks around he spots only a table and a singular door in the odd dark room. Moving closer he spots a set of clothes and a note upon the table.

Dear Son,

Your mother and I couldn't bear to let you go to war. And so, upon this fact he chose to seal you within the Paimon Stronghold located deep in the Uncharted Lands as the Devil Kings like to call it, we were always discoverer's… weren't we.

If you're reading this note that means your mother and I have perished in the war and you have awoken at the set time period of 500 years by this time the war and problems that arose after should have passed, leaving you in a relatively less dangerous environment.

Your mother and I hope you can forgive us and rebuild our clan to its former glory.

Lord Kathor & Aliana Paimon

Loving Father and Mother of Kane Paimon

"Kane Paimon" the young man now named, pondered over his name.

"This is an interesting start to my new life for a random roll this is good"

"Paimon…" Kane pondered over the status his new clan held in the underworld as he left the dark room.

"Paimon, the Second King of Hell Granted by Lucifer following after Bael. The King of the west with over 200 legions of demons under his rule also known as the spirit king of the underworld. Paimon's abilities were summed up to, a form of necromancy centered around spirits, while also including illusions and the ability to "make all kinds of things' ' and "all sorts of people and armor appear" a general form of creation magic.

Kane stepped up from the underbelly of the manor to the manor itself moving through to the main study, the path ingrained in his mind. "If I wish to be taken seriously in this world I need to make sure I'm standing as a force to be reckoned with."

Reaching the study Kane sat at the singular desk, the focus point of the room. "Luckily as the last and only Paimon the spirits of all 200 legions of demons are in my hands," raising his hand a faint spirit of a true demon appeared floating above his palm.

Closing his palm snuffing out the spirit Kane pulled out three cards he set upon the desk. "With the random background roll came one random feat along with one of my choosing."

Of the three cards, on each stood a certain phase bolden and mystified.

Noble

Abyssal Flames of Hell

Martial Adept

"Lets see 'Noble' would be my background with 'Martial Adept' as my chosen feat…"

"'Abyssal Flames of Hell' this is a rare pick with this I have a chance to become a super devil"

Kane picked up the 'Martial Adept' card and placed it on his forehead as the card shattered into lights that entered his body. Following this Kane grabbed the 'Abyssal Flames of Hell' card and repeated this action, the card burning in a purple flame entering his body.

Lastly, Kane tapped the 'Noble' card, options appearing in his mind as the card shattered into lights which spit apart and took the form of three beings.

A tall and muscular tank of a man wearing nothing but a pair of trousers, boots, and an apron leaving his tanned muscles on display. His red hair in constant movement as if a flame; his eyes a burning inferno. "Flathor, an Arcane Blacksmith they call me, I am at your service my lord," his voice a deep and loud roar.

An olive-colored woman of average height yet holding an intoxicating figure. She wore the dress of a maid one that showcased her figure enough to draw your desire; the dress a deep violet matching her flowing black hair similar to midnight; her eyes a deep twilight. "Elenisia Que' Beth, I shall dedicate my life to serving you my 'lord," her voice as intoxicating as her figure

A figure resembling a woman clad in dark violet armor, "Viviane Teleion, I shall be your sharpest sword and strongest shield my liege." The figure speaks in a sharp yet mesmerizing voice as she removes her helmet showcasing long white hair and deep blue eyes in remanences to winter and rain contrasting along her snow-white skin.

Kane stands and moves around his desk standing before his 3 new retainers. His hair a long flowing silver, as if moonlight; eyes a deep and entrancing purple as if staring into the abyss. He wore the attire of a noble, black trouser and shoes a blouse colored a deep violet which upon sat a vest, black yet intricate purple trails weaved upon; a crest of a spirit wearing a crown surrounded in flames. "I sincerely welcome you all to my service, although I'll warn you now, we have a long road ahead of us, and my apologies but we must get started immediately."

Finishing his speech Kane returned to his seat, Elenisia leaving the room immediately, Viviane steeping to the side of the room leaving Flathor standing freely in front of Kane. "Flathor, how fast can you craft 200 legions worth of armor," Kane questioned Flathor as Elenisia returned to the study with a tray of tea preparing a cup for Kane before leaving once more.

"With the help of my familiars and my unique magic… if you already have all the materials I can get it done in about a month." Flathor answered with his boisterous smile never leaving his face.

Kane raised his brow, "Isn't that… too short of a time period."

"Lord, I'm an Arcane Blacksmith classified as Divine Class, 200 legions worth of armor is just another job for me although the best type of armor I can make in a month would be less than divine tier armor most likely high tier armor." Flathor defended himself.

Kane tapped his finger on the desk as he took a moment to think, "how long would it take for divine tier armor."

Flathor for once took on a serious look, "divine tier… the most I could do in a year would be 3 legions worth."

Kane nodded his head at that, "how long for 10 legions of divine tier, 50 legions of ultimate tier, and 140 legions of high tier armor."

Flathor smiled, "15 years and I'll have your legions outfitted although depending"

Kane smiled, "20 year deadline, the previously stated armor plus weapons to match, I'll see what I can do about getting you help but for now it's just us four alone."

Flathor nodded and left leaving Kane and Viviane alone in the room, Kane walked towards the door, "come Viviane we have training to do."

"Yes my liege," and once more the study was empty.

As the years went by Kane rose in power, from being a master in spirit magic Kane sealed his power in-order to traveling the road of flames. Every year that went by Kane grew closer and established a deeper connection to the abyss. After 10 long years of rigorous training Kane breached the ultimate level threshold, his hell-fire reaching untold levels of degrees.

During this time Kane also ventured out into the world searching far and wide for being near their time; worthy of his cause. Accepting their souls Kane granted them new life under his name placing their souls in conjured vessels as he did with his legions.

Underworld - Uncharted Lands - Paimon Stronghold

Stronghold Training Field

Along the field over a million empty vessels could be seen standing still among the field. The vessels took the form of demonic humanoids, black skin with a set of purple eyes, a pair of horns bore out their foreheads bending up and backwards; feet and hands, clawed as if natural weapons; the vessels stood at a height of 2 meters. Yet oddly the physique of the figures varied from average to muscular men and slim to buxom women.

"My liege… these forms," Viviane stared at the vessels with an odd look in her eyes.

"These forms are the original forms of the demon soldiers serving the Paimon Clan, we took devils as our subordinates and citizens and enlisted these demons as our soldiers, their souls tied to our lineage." Kane analyzed the vessels determining whether he made any mistakes.

"What now," Viviane wondered how this man would bring all these vessels to life.

"Don't worry Viviane, while it took me 10 years to create over a million vessels, bringing them back to life will be much easier." After this statement Kane took a step forward.

Purple chains appeared around Kane as he summoned the seal… and as he flexed his entire being power and all the chains snapped burning in an eternal flame. Power radiated from his entire being as blue wisps began to surround him growing in number by the minute. Raising his hand forward all the wisps paused and as if commanded flew forwards each wisp landing in a different vessel each predetermined. As the last wisp filled its vessel, purple flames covered the entire field and awakened all the demon soldiers from a deep sleep.

Kane and Viviane watched as all the demon soldiers emerged from the abyssal flames each bearing intricate purple brands of the abyss. As the last soldier stepped out the flames… they vanished. Kane stepped forward as all the soldiers stood in file and rank, "As of this day you are all granted life once more, newly branded by the abyss… may you all grow stronger in an eternal life."

All the soldiers cheered as they felt their new and growing strength. Watching the soldiers Kane took a step back, "Viviane there all your… after the release of my seal my power grew in spades… prepare the soldiers."

Viviane nodded her head as she stepped up in front of the 200 legions of demon soldiers, "You shall know me as General Teleion, I have been granted the honor of leading you all by our most honored liege… this will not be questioned and my orders will not be challenged." As Viviane finished her statement she was surrounded in a dark aura as black frost radiated from her surroundings; her power outclassing even the strongest soldiers, the 10 legions of low-ultimate class demons. As the demons felt her radiating power the field went silent as all the soldiers stood at attention.

"Smart decision… The first 60 legions prepare for training… the last 140 legions file to the armory to be outfitted and return to the field by mid-day for further orders," Viviane smirked at the state of the soldiers, suddenly her face was fierce as she began to give her orders. Kane smiled as Viviane took charge, expectations rose for his future legions as this fierce general took charge.

Things were smooth for a good 5 years following the awakening of his soldiers, but soon all good things must come to an end. Kane received a message from his scouts of political disruption; the heirs to the dead Satan's positions have begun to be challenged subtly for now but in the following years this could cause a breakout in war due to the egos of the Satan heirs.

Plans must be put in action and Kane could no longer remain in a state of stability. Orders were passed down soldiers began to train harder and fiercer, the blacksmiths began to work at an increased pace, the number of farms and cattle were expanded in-order to sustain a war effort, siege equipment began construction, and Kane himself began to take action.

Underworld - Gremory Territory - Gremory Manor

A cloaked figure could be seen standing before a luxurious manor, after a moment the figure begins to walk forward stepping through the gate surrounding the manor the figure pauses. Eventually a maid is seen coming forth, "What business do you have on Gremory lands."

The figure subtly flexed his energy, "I need to speak with the Lord and Mistress of the house."

The maid, a little frightened, nodded, "please follow me sir."

The maid eventually led the figure to a waiting room where he was later served tea. As the figure sipped the cup of tea two figures entered the room.

A fair white colored woman held a buxom figure with flaxen hair reaching her collar and violet eyes; she wore an enchanting white dress. The man held a tall and strong figure standing at 1.8 meters; long crimson hair, tied in a loose ponytail; his eyes a bright blue eyes; lastly a short and red beard sat upon his tanned face.

The man was the first to talk as the two figures took a seat across from the cloaked figure, "So who am I speaking to… if you don't mind me asking."

"Strange… I was expecting Runeas or at least Chysis… I know you must be that little runt 'Zeo'," the figure laughed at the face of the man.

Turning towards the woman, "I remember you also… little Ana."

The woman gave the cloaked man, judging by the sound of his voice, a strange look, "my name is Venelana… wait the only person to call me little Ana…"

The man stared at his wife's surprised face and thought back a little, "Wait to call out those names so easily…"

Venelana stood up and walked towards the cloaked figure and stood before him. Slowly as if afraid of the truth reached towards the figure's hood. Pulling the hood back revealed a man with long silvery hair and deep violet eyes, "Kane…" Venelana gasped as she held her hand to her mouth not believing what she was seeing.

The man shot up, "impossible Kane Paimon perished in the great war… wait Venelana, Kathor's last words…"

"The abyss shall reveal my last hope for the future of Paimon… Old Kathor sealed away Kane before he left for the Great War," a new voice was heard, all three people in the room stood up and faced the doorway where two figures stood. The one that just spoke, a woman with average height a figure appearing similar to Venelana; long crimson hair tied into a ponytail and blue eyes, following her was a shorter woman with transcendental, and unequaled beauty; her figure rivaled the first woman; her blue eyes, a little strong-willed yet with an irresistible glow, long crimson hair in a two-sided updo and a small crown-like accessory on top of her head.

Kane stepped forwards, "Chysis and… Runeas," Kane gave the shorter woman a strange look, "If you two are still around why did you pass down the clan to the little runt."

Chysis smiled, "I see you're still sore about that."

Kane shook his head, "I will never accept that I lost to Lucan… that cheating bastard stole you from me," Kane clenched his hand as he threw off his cloak revealing his muscular and strong figure, "But things are different now I may not be able to have you but I can still kick his ass."

Chysis shook her head yet her smile never left her face, "You won't be able, Lucas died in the Great War… and he revealed to me that he actually did cheat your final duel… he probably thought since you were dead it wouldn't matter."

She walked up to Kane and patted his chest, staring up at him, "Wow you're much taller then in the past… anyways we'll talk more about that later." After that she went and took a seat on one of the couches, a couple maids filed in tea cups prepared.

Kane turned around towards Venelana and the man who was named Zeoticus, but before he could say anything he heard a voice behind him.

"Hey don't ignore me… I know you saw me… my little sugarkane," the shorter woman, Runeas shouted at first with an annoyed look on her face before it soon turned teasing.

Kane turned around to face her, seeing her standing right in front of him staring straight up at him with a teasing smirk on her face, her hands on her hips, "hey… Runeas."

"Aww… not going to call me big sis Runeas anymore… that okay you're big enough now for the next step," she laughed as she patted his chest, skipping over to sit next to Chysis.

Kane stood there stunned before slapping his cheeks and shaking his head, turning around to face Venelana and Zeoticus, "moving on to why I'm here… I'm updated on the current situation amongst our kind right now… I'm here to propose an Alliance between our houses… I know which side you stand and when the time comes I'll provide you with 10 legions of demon soldiers."

Zeoticus nodded his head with a flat look on his face, "Demon soldiers died out in the Great War… and while we still have 26 legions they're all devil soldiers."

"Paimon will never lose their demon legions… they're known as the eternal army for a reason," Chysis spoke from the sideline.

Zeoticus nodded his head, "and while that might be why exactly do you want an Alliance with my house… what does that do for you who ranks King to ally with a Duke."

"Me," "And Me too," two voices could be heard from the sidelines.

Kane stumbled and quickly shook his head, clearing it, "Ignoring those two… I simply wish to see Clan Gremory flourish through the next war."

Zeoticus smiled and extended his hand, "Clan Gremory would be honored to Ally with Clan Paimon."

Kane smiled and nodded his head and shook Zeoticus hand, "To an Eternal Alliance."

Zeoticus laughed and turned towards the two sitting to the side, "Mother, Ancestor… would you like to help me write a contract for this Alliance… since I believe it centers around you two."

Chysis nodded, "The contract is already nearly complete, Mother and Old Kathor started it before the end of the Great War."

Runeas smiled and pulled out a parchment, "Yep… 'Second Generation Paimon shall wed First Generation & Second Generation Gremory in the establishment of joining both houses'... basically that although it's Paimon who came up with it you can't forget… 'Both houses shall be tied and through the abyss become eternal'... seriously what's up with you Paimon's and the Abyss."

Kane smiled and raised his hand a purplish flame burning above bringing forth a frightening presence, "The abyss is an eternal and powerful source, how could we not worship it." Closing his hand Kane vanquished the flame releasing the frightening presence from the room.

Runeas smiled and put away the parchment, "While your dream came true it's still technically unofficial until we get through this civil war."

Kane chuckled, "honestly this is the happiest I've been in over 600 years."

Venelana giggled, "aww I still remember the times we sat in the meadows, and you complained about an impossible crush and cheated love… some of the sweetest moments of my childhood."

Chysis laughed, "You complained about love to a child… that's hilarious."

Kane grumbled, "Yeah… yeah, laugh it up." Shaking his head Kane grabbed his cloak, "moving past that, I still need to visit Clan Phenex."

Zeoticus gained a thoughtful look, "for another alliance?"

Kane shook his head as he threw on his cloak, "No, even I have my limits, Clan Phenex ranked Marquis is still subordinate to Clan Paimon."

Zeoticus shook his head, "That won't go well."

Kane smiled as he threw on his hood his eyes glowing purple as he was surrounded by blue wisps of spectral energy, "Remember this lesson little Zeo… When Paimon makes a deal… all deals are in souls… deals made eternal." As Kane finished speaking, he vanished in blue wisps which soon faded away.

Zeoticus frowned, "all deals are in souls… deals made eternal… Does that mean?"

"Yes Zeo, after you two shook hands all our souls were marked by the abyss… even Mother," Chysis explained the situation as she sipped her tea, "Our very lineage is now branded by the abyss as an ally of Paimon the King of Spirits."

Hearing this Zeoticus and Venelana looked at one another worried, "Don't worry at least now we all have an afterlife in the abyss… oh how I can't wait to see Aliana in 10,000 years," Runeas reassured everyone, eventually thinking on to the future. Seeing the Ancestor calm about the new situation the two calmed down.

"Who all reaches this afterlife," Venelana turned towards Runeas breaking her out of her reminiscing.

"As far as I'm aware Clan Paimon and now Clan Gremory," Runeas thought about it before she answered turning back to the snacks at the table, "now come and sit down you two it's tea time."

And that concludes the first chapter of DxD: Abyssal Adventure

Honestly you can criticize if you want too but it's likely not going to change anything. I'm in the military so writing this is just something to entertain me in my free time.

Although if you have any actually good suggestions feel free to make them and I'll take them into account.

Anyways I'll release the second chapter anytime from tomorrow to a week.

Kane Paimon

Race: 2nd Generation Devil

Age: 600+ years

Appearance: A young man that stands nearly 2 meters tall, with a sturdy physique that looks as if it was sculpted from a bronze marble. His silver hair is long and usually left flowing free, noted to appear similar to moonlight. His eyes are a deep and entrancing purple; his gaze feels as if you're staring into the abyss. He is usually seen to be wearing the attire of a noble, black trouser and shoes a blouse colored a deep violet, along with a black vest with intricate purple trails weaved upon; on the left chest pocket of his vest his family crest could be seen; a spirit wearing a crown surrounded in flames.

Abilities: Abyssal Hell Flames, Spirit Magic, Adept Creation Magic, Adept Martial Arts

Kane is an otherworlder who awoke in a new world unknown to him after accepting to play a game with a figure he can't remember. He awakened in the body of the original Kane Paimon fusing the two souls and memories together. Kane is a man with a simple goal to be the strongest and most powerful whether politically or personally. Although Kane is taken note to have a strange attraction to the females of the Gremory lineage, during his youth most thought this was due to him admiring how their crimson hair bore similar to his originally crimson flames (before becoming abyssal imbued) and there blue eyes matching the color of his unusual spectral energy (normal spectral energy takes the color purple).

Viviane Teleion

Race: Physical Devil Spectral Manifestation

Age: ?

Appearance: Her figure is hidden in the dark violet colored armor she is usually seen wearing. Although she has been seen to have long white hair and deep blue eyes in remanences to winter and rain along with snow white skin.

Abilities: ?

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Flathor

Race: Physical Devil Spectral Manifestation

Age: ?

Appearance: A tall and muscular tank of a man usually seen wearing nothing but a pair of trousers, boots, and an apron leaving his tanned muscles on display. His red hair looks to be in a constant state of movement like a flame while his eyes appear to contain an inferno.

Abilities: Divine Class - Arcane Blacksmith

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Elenisia Que' Beth

Race: Physical Devil Spectral Manifestation

Age: ?

Appearance: An olive colored woman of average height yet holding an intoxicating figure. She is usually seen wearing the dress of a maid colored a deep violet, one that showcased her figure enough to draw out desire. Her black hair is left flowing free up till the top of her back noted to appear a similar black to midnight while her eyes are a deep twilight color.

Abilities: ?

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Venelana Gremory

Race: 3rd Generation Devil

Age: 500+ years

Appearance: A young looking woman with a buxom figure similar to the rest of gremory woman she has flaxen hair reaching her fair white collar and violet eyes; she is usually seen wearing an enchanting white dress.

Abilities: Immense Demonic Power, Power of Destruction, Expert Businesswoman

Venelana is the eldest daughter of the House of Bael that is famous for their Powers of Destruction. However, due to Venelana being the daughter of the second mistress, she did not have the right to inherit the clan. She was known as the Brunette Ruin Princess (an alias which would later be passed to her daughter) before her marriage and was stated to be the strongest woman from the House of Bael of all time. She eventually married the current head of the House of Gremory

Zeoticus Gremory

Race: 3rd Generation Devil

Age: 500+ years

Appearance: A middle-age handsome looking man with a tall and strong figure standing at 1.8 meters he has long crimson hair which is usually tied in a loose ponytail while his eyes are bright blue, lastly he keeps a groomed short red beard on his face.

Abilities: Demonic Power, Master Chef

Little is known of Zeoticus's past, except that he married Venelana Bael. Coming from the Gremory Clan that has extraordinary affection, Zeoticus has demonstrated an extremely kind disposition. However, his antics get him into trouble with his wife Venelana and he becomes frightened when she catches him in the act of fooling around.

Chysis Gremory

Race: 2nd Generation Devil

Age: 600+ years

Appearance: A young looking woman with average height and a buxom figure similar to the rest of gremory woman she has long crimson hair usually tied into a ponytail and blue eyes. She is mostly seen wearing a purple dress revealing a portion of her bosom and a fair white collar, she is noted to mention preferring to wear the color of the clan she belongs to.

Abilities: Demonic Power

Chysis is very kind and generous with great love for her family and those part of it including servants. She particularly adores her son Zeoticus, whom she constantly dotes on, childishly behaving like a doting and pampering parent whenever he is around, calling him by his childhood nickname 'Zeo'. Although Chysis is seen to show a past love with Kane Paimon, reverting to her old calm and lovable personality from when they were young, whenever he is around.

Runeas Gremory

Race: 1st Generation Devil

Age: ?

Appearance: A young looking woman with a short stature standing at 1.55 meters with transcendental, and unequaled beauty a porcelain yet buxom figure similar to the rest of gremory woman along with her blue eyes, a little strong-willed yet with an irresistible glow, her long crimson hair is usually in a two-sided updo with a small crown-like accessory on top of her head. She is usually seen wearing an enticing crimson dress.

Abilities: Immense Demonic Power, ?

One of the first generation of Devils spawned from Lilith by Satan Lucifer. Runeas founded the House of Gremory. She joined the Four Great Satan's in the Great War against God and his Angels as well as Azazel and the Fallen Angels and survived. She kept her survival secret, so that she wouldn't get into all sorts of trouble like Zekram Bael. At some point in time, she passed her title to her child Chysis and entered retirement. Runeas fell into slumber to stop herself from aging mentally although she had awoken when Zeoticus Gremory was a child. She is shown to have a past history with Kane Paimon referring to her past nickname of 'Big Sis Runeas' along with calling him 'little sugarkane', Runeas made a deal with little Kane Paimon to marry him once he became old enough and strong enough.