Custodian
Harry Potter/Highschool DxD
Harry Potter/?
I own nothing
This is my first fic in the Highschool DxD world.
XXI: The Killing Joke
(Germany)
Harry and Serafall collapsed on the bed. He was clad in nothing but his boxers, and her in underwear that could barely be classed as clothing. Their week in Germany was incredible, after sampling the Oktoberfest on the 2nd and 3rd days at a much more sedate pace; it turned out to be much more enjoyable.
The sex was well sex. Serafall had quickly informed him that Devils were hedonistic creatures as well as deviants; but above all else they were accommodating. As for Harry, he knew where he stood with both Serafall and Akeno; Akeno disliked the fact that Serafall had possession of Harry, due to her using a inherited mantle benefits to give herself a second peerage; of whom Harry was the only member of.
Honestly, Harry knew that Akeno preferred it like that. Harry liked being a free-agent, the ability and the legality of him following his whims; it was paradise. Then he foolishly thought he was on the level of Kokabiel; The Angel of the Stars and his resurrection after his dismemberment only highlighted the gap between himself and the late unlamented Fallen Angel.
Power responded to power, but power didn't necessarily grant respect. Granted, his skill in the rating game where he had effectively waltzed, tangoed and foxtrotted his way through Phenex's peerage. Yes it left people speechless, but leaving people speechless didn't necessarily equate to a reputation. Granted, he was shown to be something of a free spirit with power and artifacts (some of which he never really used, which was, most of them) to safely stay out of contracts; his natural orbit of Rias Gremory and Sona Sitri, didn't sit well with Devil Kind.
"Whatcha, thinking about?" Sera asked.
"It was about repu…" Just then his phone rang. Serafall picked it up "It's Akeno."
Harry nodded but he had no chance to say a thing as Seamus spoke "Harry,We' ' 'refightingShalbaBeelzebub,IthoughtBeelzebubAjukawasBeelzebub!" Seamus garbled.
Harry and Serafall stopped, looked at each other, before Serafall spoke "Seamus, say that again. Slower." Serafall instructed.
"A Devil by the name of Beelzebub is attacking us. He interfered with a Rating Game and is now currently manhandling Issei Hyodou…The Perverted One, anyway he's now gone BIG ANGRY RED THING on us…Sorry, Rias has just told me Issei's the Red Dragon Emperor? Something you want tell me about? Anyway, we're kinda dying over here…" There was cry and an explosion.
Harry and Serafall lay there "Let me call Crowley and then do anything. Harry dialled Crowley with a vain hope of all hopes that the Black Haired Lawyer of Gremory was still in Europe. "Harry, darling. I've missed you, what's up? I've got a couple of gorgeous…" Crowley began, from his lovely French accommodation.
"I'm kinda in the middle of something. Look, I need to get on top of something. Couple of things 1) track this number. 2) settle the hotel bill here and bill that to Potter and one more thing 3) Get it done now and peep show." Harry ordered, before he hung up "Number 4) I Owe U."
Serafall had been spelling their stuff away. Harry in the meantime got showered and the moment he had finished, Serafall had grabbed him by the arm; opened a portal and they jumped through. The workers of the Leviathan Estate were accustomed to their new master and latest servant stumbling around partly dressed, so when Harry and Serafall landed in the teleportation sigil, one naked and the other more or less, they shrugged and carried on.
"Harry, we need to get to Team Gremory!"
"I'm good Serafall, but punching between layers of reality, then into a Rating Game which is set in a separate sub-dimension…I'm definitely not that good, and especially not THAT accurate."
"Something you're not telling, Akeno?"
Harry rolled his eyes "There's nothing wrong with me? Anyway to save, Rias."
"You sure you don't want to dress? Because I WILL send you nude to the battlefield."
"They get crashed our time off. They get what they see." Harry replied summoning Fragarach and the Gae Bolg. Serafall summoned a portal and the duo jumped in; they materialised as Neville pulled up another wall as his previous defence crumbled underneath explosive flies.
"Fucking, fly type magic."
"That's kinda the Beelzebub thing. I'm pretty sure we discussed this earlier, but anyway not all descendents of the original Satans were killed off. I have no idea if what he's saying is true but the power he's throwing around Neville; to casually crack your defences does definitely give us a clear demonstration that he is in fact Beelzebub of Beelzebub." Harry replied to Neville's frustration.
The appearance of Serafall and Harry stopped the assault briefly "You're naked and the imposter of Leviathan…Are the pair of you that eager to die?"
Harry cocked his head at Beelzebub and Astorath "Beelzebub, I'll address you shortly once I've spoken with that upstart punk that calls himself the Heir of Astorath." Beelzebub nodded.
"You, you dare insult…" Began Diodora.
"Shut up. You spineless, petty, insignificant upstart who due to his cousin who now sits as Lord Beelzebub the former Astorath Ajuka. What made you think that the anointed Satans would merely rollover because you decided to play herald for the Old Satan Faction?" Harry growled, utterly seething "What was it all for?" Harry growled, his wings bubbling and pushing out of his skin.
"You've answered your own question, to bring back the true Leaders of Devil-Kind. Now will you bow or die?" Shelba asked.
Harry looked at Akeno and then Serafall "I…choose…your life…Now GAE BOLG! FLY!" Shelba's eyes widened as the crimson spear was launched with some skill and precision; it hurtled towards the Original Satan Descendent who let out a curse in Egyptian before erecting a shield that deflected the spear from his heart, but not enough to prevent his body being hit.
Blood splayed everywhere as the spear of Irelands Child of Light slammed into Shelba's shoulder. The Devil Prince went to grab it only for it to vanish and re-appear back in his opponents hands; regardless of his state of dress, his opponent was a competent one. "You're the Custodian! The Comhnoir! The reliquary of the Longinus's from Ancient Britain!"
"Aye, I am, Shelba Beelzebub…Now, Sera, let's bring down the House of Beelzebub entirely." Fragarach then slowly began to shift, it went from a leaf-shaped blade to that of a barbed blade something scene in the most ridiculous medieval fantasy games.
"The Answerer, Fragarach, the Sword of Mannan Mac Lir, the Sword of Lugh and Cu Cuchulainn…although he preferred his Spear." Beelzebub declared, moving backwards. He was no slouch in melee or even in swordplay, he was reluctant to against something that could destroy all armour like paper. The Britannia Pantheons were inventive; in fact Shelba remembered what his grandfather had told him "Nothing stops Britannia but Britannia. They hated each other less than they hated Lord Lucifer, Michael and even Azazel. So it was an alliance of hatred against a greater hated foe. The Pantheons also got their followers to participate, they still lost but…everyone else's losses were substantial."
"Sanctum Ignis Totalum!" An emerald green 'P' materialised in eight quadrants around the Devil Lord; as bright blue fire that seemed to glow ever so slightly, forcing Serafall to back away cascaded like a tsunami over Beelzebub.
"Harry…"
"Holy Fire, Seamus. I had to do that with a wand."
Harry didn't need to know Seamus was excited about fire spells; he felt the temperature erupt and warm his buttocks. Seamus moved next to Harry, ducking under his devil wings, flames were surrounding him like a mantle; all he needed was his hair to turn yellow, become physically built like Surtr Two and scream to increase his power. "Don't you fucking dare, Harry. Don't you fucking dare."
"I know. You're a Catholic not a Protestant. I wasn't about to TFS you…much apart from. Flip the Coin."
Seamus's eyes temporarily replaced by flickering flames "I'll get you…"
"Just ask and you can join in; Sinners need not apply."
"But Saints do…Anyway Flame Generation: ACTIVATE!" Harry apparated behind Serafall as Seamus's burning hands were lifted as six bolts of flame soared out; glowing bright but not blue…thankfully.
Rias took the time to address her former advisor "You took your time."
"Look returning from Paradise isn't exactly easy…Now excuse, the Janitor has arrived." With that he turned to see Seamus slowly falling into a trap being hastily constructed by Shelba Beelzebub; Seamus possessed a devastating arsenal of flame spells but his fighting style was much like that of a kendo fighter linear, and predictable.
As Seamus lashed out with a holy powered fire blast; it appeared to Rias that Harry wasn't the only one to rip-off anime! Although Harry did it on a casual whim; Seamus needed to work on it. Shelba smirked, stamped his foot and the earth just in front of Seamus moulded into a hollow tipped spike, with another stamp of his foot the hollow spike punctured Seamus right through the guts; as Issei, looking a like demonic dragon rushed Beelzebub.
"Well, fuck me, anyone know what that is?" Harry asked curiously.
"Maybe later Harry-kun, not a clue. Leviathan?"
Serafall watched "My dad saw a previous Red Dragon Emperor; he recorded this as the Juggernaut Drive. For the cost of your life force you gain the power of one of the Heavenly Dragon Emperors.
Harry's eyes widened as toxic black pulse of energy sheared through the ground, it was only due to an extremely powerful shield and Shelba's own reflexes that prevented his demise. "Partner."
"Cell? It's been a while."
"That it has…now, as much as I admire your tenacity and reluctance or even sheer laziness by not using myself or even Romulus."
Harry sighed "I'm getting a load of flack these days."
"Because you troll these Devils so easily, you forget you're breathing as you do it with such ease. Anyway, we still have Beelzebub, Astorath AND a raging form of my father to contend with."
"Ideas?"
"Accelerant Gear and shift into Werewolf Form and wield Answerer."
Harry popped his neck, drove Fragarach into the ground, Harry cracked his fingers and a familiar gauntlet appeared on his hand "Beelzebub, Dragons call to Dragons, ACCELERANT GEAR: BALANCE BREAK!"
Shelba's eyes widened as his opponent clade himself in draconic armour. He watched transfixed as his foe's armoured form took on distinctive wolf like features, with it the sword became and more jagged. Looking less like a sword, more a sceptre of death.
Harry was distracted as a mutated dragon-form of Issei barrelled into the combat. Orbs of energy appearing on his tendril like wings, Harry, vanished in a plume of smoke; muffling and obscuring his teleportation but not the inbuilt shockwave created from thunder. Harry had a particular skill for thunder and lightning magic, but Akeno had taught him how to infuse thunder into his apparation.
The shockwave of Thunder, knocked Beelzebub off his feet and momentarily stunned Issei. "Blood of Dragon calls to Dragon, now Issei, Sleep!" Harry snapped as he chucked a bronze coloured stunning spell at the raging Issei.
"Neville, I trust you can put him to sleep?"
Neville sighed "You owe me!"
"Yeah, yeah, I'll give you my firstborn as Godparent…"
Akeno, Serafall and Neville stopped "Harry, one doesn't just say things…oh wait, it's you. You blunder into things and it all turns out alright." Akeno stated.
"Although beds and buildings don't seem to survive." Serafall chimed in.
"And what are my options for Godparent?"
"Akeno is Nephilim/Devil, Serafall is pure devil and I'm a Devil Werewolf Dragon…Yes, the Algorithm likes me…Anyway Sera, I'd appreciate your help in killing Beelzebub. The rest of you, calm Issei down."
"And just how are we to do that?" Akeno asked nervously.
"Honestly, love…Not a fucking clue. I don't have proficiency in Dragon Humanoid wrangling."
"But you have proficiency in trolling." Seamus rasped, Kiba had cut the stone spike allowing for Seamus to move and Xenovia had managed to stabilising.
"More reliable talent and expertise. Seamus. You rest, you've done fucking ace. Now Sera, Akeno…lets us dance the merry jig of death with Beelzebub."