A Wandering King: A Fool's Mate

Hey guys I've adopted this story from Jack and will doing things differently after this chapter enjoy

Disclaimer: Don't own Highschool DXD, The Fate Series or Fairy Tail, despite using their material, which sucks big time, big time.


Chess..

The game of kings, the ultimate sport, the perfect strategy game. Praised by many as a perfect battle simulation it was no surprise that the Devils, tempters of men decided to use this ancient game as the basis of their reincarnation system that turnt any creature short of divine entities into Devils, you may ask why they needed the reincarnation system?, it's due to two little factors: the Great War and Anti-Satan Coup, as well as the Devils' admittedly pathetically low birth rate, a thing that has been theorised to be attributed to God cursing the Satan Faction after his untimely death. Either way with help of these new tools Devils now had the ability to increase their ranks and population. But as you guessed no person in their right mind would give up their humanity without a catch, after all sure immortality is great and all but weaknesses toward, sunlight, holy places and objects as well as the name of God himself severely outweighed the pros.

But devils are sly creatures they know how to manipulate events in their favour. Ajuka Astaroth, current holder of the title of Beelzebub, had a revelation why not give each piece a trait that would allow the newly reincarnated Devil to think that throwing away their humanity and previous heritage was worth it. So in his wisdom he gave each piece a specialized trait.

Two Knights, the fleet footed noble warriors of the King, this piece was given immense speed, as well as superb reflexes that if trained properly could keep up with deities of speed like Mercury. It was almost compulsory for them in some Peerages to wield a sword of sort, forget the fact that most real life knights were almost exclusively halberdiers, bowmen and lancers, with swords being rarely used, alas the media is to blame for this. They are also expected to be chivalrous for some ungodly reason, again media

Two Rooks, the immovable castle towers protecting the King from danger or the unstoppable siege towers breaching the enemy King's castle, was gifted immense strength and durability, that if trained could down the mightiest of goes with a single blow. For some reason they almost exclusively fought bare fisted, forget the fact they could just take up using a weapon on the side. They are considered the most brutish of pieces due to their status as practical wrecking balls.

Two Bishops, the wise clergyman/woman who advised the kings, or the sly archer who picked off their foes from the distance, was gifted immense magic power and fine tuned control to go with it, following the pieces' stereotypes these are practically required by most to be either an offensive spell caster or a support spellcaster. None seem to learn any form of melee combat and according to some are said to have the strongest wings out of the whole Peerage after the Queen so they may be able to get out of the way of harm swiftly. They if the Queen is out of commission tend to be the person in charge of directing the Peerage

Eight Pawns, the peasant foot soldiers giving their lives for King and country, these pieces lauded as the weakest, as other than the natural boost all evil pieces received as they turned into Devils, they had no passive stats so to speak, which while usually bad made them the most versatile pieces in the Peerage. Their true power however lay in their ability to Promote themselves in battle, what is promotion you well simple it's the ability of a Pawn to temporarily take on the traits of the Rook, Knight, Bishop and Queen.

A lone Queen, the radiant figure who stood at the King's right hand, they inherited the traits of the Rook, Knight and Bishop earning them the title as the strongest piece on the board even moreso than the King at times, they were usually the primary generals of Peerages and usually guarded the King.

A single King to rule them all, this piece was merely given a slight boost in power along with the dreadful ability to rob the will of their subjects. These were separated into three types: Duelist Kings, known colloquially as the Honourable King who usually challenged an enemy King to a one and one duel while their Peerage squared off, Quaking Kings, colloquially called who hid behind their Peerages and used them to weaken their foes mainly in kamikaze esque attacks as well as dirty tactics to win a fight, and finally the highly ridiculed Selfless King, known as the Foolish King, who fought in tandem with their Peerage risking their victories.

On first glance it seems like the perfect system and admittedly it might just be..if the Devils didn't fall into what's known as Piece Stereotyping.

For example the Rook is almost always given to a person with already impressive strength and durability, instead of someone with impressive speed and reflexes, leaving the Rook usually nothing more than a lumbering tank that can be slashed to ribbons overtime due to their low speed and reaction time. As mentioned before they almost never use weapons other than say gauntlets, instead of say a war hammer or a club. This could be remedied by speed and reaction time training.

Knights are usually given to those with already impressive speed and reflexes, instead to someone with impressive strength and durability, and 9 out of 10 times have poor stamina relying solely on their Piece's traits leaving them practically glass peashooters. This could be remedied by strength, durability and stamina training, along with wearing bloody proper armour.

Bishops are self explanatory no melee combat training or versatility, being considered one of the easiest pieces to put down in a fight in close range. This can be remedied by either learning a close quarters combat discipline and using enhancement and reinforcement magic or just training your physical stats.

Queens for all their power fall into two categories: The spell using Caster, who relies solely on the Bishop piece, leaving the Rook and Knight Pieces neglected or the Warrior who relies solely on the Rook and Knight Pieces leaving the Bishop Piece neglected. This can be remedied by milking the traits of all three pieces for all their worth meaning mix magic with martial arts.

The Pawn of course fall in the trap of over reliance on Promotion and as such end up training their stats the least leading to them usually getting eliminated early by a competent King. Simple solution…. Bloody train your asses 1000 times more than any other piece.

The remedies seem so simple but unfortunately in a society like the Devils who respect power and status, and those alone, what was originally meant to be a means to increase the Devils' population turnt into an eternal tit and dick measuring competition, everyone would scream:

"My Knights are faster than yours"

"But my Rooks can punch out your Rooks' lights with one punch"

"Doesn't matter since my Bishops can outcast yours"

"And my Pawns can stomp yours"

"But my Queen is unbeatable"

It went on and on till the 4 Satans hoping to prevent uprisings created Rating Games, a semi-realistic battle simulator in which Peerages duke it out for prestige. It is revered as much as chess is and treated the same way, like a game.

Over time Devils started associating war with chess, well those who haven't actually been on the frontlines of a battlefield that is, time after time Low Class Devils such as myself were treated like canon fodder and expendable tools, to be used and used and used until our usefulness was depleted after which we were thrown out much like how a chess piece is sacrificed. High Class Devils don't realize the sweat, blood and tears shed by their less privileged brethren so they and their families can sleep peacefully at night, they know not of the blood staining our hands that never seems to come of, it's no wonder Lady Macbeth took the easy way out. This isn't a story of scantily clad women, perverts, dragons or even gods, no this is the story of a broken weapon without a purpose, trying to find his place in life, you may know of the Duelist Kings, The Quaking Kings and the Selfless King, but I'm none of those no I'm the Lone King, the Wandering King, he who stands alone with no kingdom or subjects, I am Oliver Armani Eligos and this is my story.

Primo Atto: Innocenza Persa

Cividale del Friuli, Friuli, Northeast Italy, June 12th: 1:00 PM

"Mammina!, Papà! I got an A+ on my spelling test!" a young voice could be heard shouting proudly as the pattering of tiny feet could be heard echoing the halls of a modest villa that was home to a family of three, soon to be four known for their kindness and intelligent, as small figure zipped through the halls passing picture after picture of relatives both they'd met or never would meet, as well as literary awards at the primary level, including the odd Spelling Bee and poetry awards, as well the odd martial arts award on the junior level.

This house was well furnished as was normal for villas, being 3 storied and having 4 bedrooms each with its own bathroom, a fully furnished living room, a spacious patio, 8 guest bedrooms and bathroom, a full fledged kitchen as well as 3 studies, 2 washrooms, and a games room.

This was the home of the Deliberi family a small family of three soon to be four, comprising of Roberto Deiliberi né Silvani, a 35 year old architect of Sicilian birth who travelled frequently and currently at home for a visit before he flew to Ireland, Flora Deiliberi an successful 32 year old AfroItaliani business woman who worked from home and was currently 3 months pregnant with what they hoped was a girl, and finally 10 year old Oliviero Armani Deiliberi a school boy.

Skidding to a stop the running figure was revealed to the viewer to be one Oliviero Armani Deiliberi fresh from the local basic school he attended as shown by the the white short-sleeved button up shirt, with a light blue flower crest over the heart tucked in a pair of black school shorts, with a little leather belt, as well as calf high white socks and black dress shoes.

Oliviero was a rather impressive child admittedly, standing at a proud 4 feet 8 inches tall, an oddity since he hadn't yet started puberty, while weighing around 45 lbs. His skin was a dark chocolate brown shared with his father and was to the naked eye blemish free. Despite his young age he was rather fit having a wiry build cultivated from both working at his grandparents vineyard during the summer and his athletics during school time. His face was cute cherubic, with dimpled cheeks, a button nose, with his wide central heterochromic purple eyes, with gold surrounding his pupils, that were filled with joy, being framed with thick black lashes. His thick and wavy hair was raven black and cut in an undercut that was the craze at school.

The boy was ecstatic and was brimming with excitement, his parents who usually were usually distant towards each other and had separated temporarily due to his father's constant traveling, had finally mended their relationship and were going to be renewing their vows today at the nearby chapel at midnight with just them, himself and the Padre, it seemed the Signore above had finally been answering his prayers.

But when his nose twitched and was filled with the heavy and thick scent of iron that pervaded the room like a cloud of smoke, making his pupil dilate in fear because he knew that smell very well, pausing to really look around him he saw splashes of blood coating the walls of the room, as he tried to find the source of the life liquid, only to slip and fall face first in a puddle of liquid which was coppery to the taste, immediately cluing him in on what he had just fallen if the dripping scarlet hands he used to steady himself wasn't enough, so as he scrambled to his feet he found the source of the blood, immediately puking violently.

As right there their bodies little more barely recognisable was the mutilated bodies of his grandparents..he had forgotten they were going to visit today, they looked like they had been savaged by a wild animal, what monster could have taken down his 6 feet 6 inches tall, 250 lb former boxer grandfather so casually!? His grandmother had been blinded pinned to the ground by a sword through her mouth, hands and feet and his grandfather had his limbs ripped off.

Stumbling almost drunkenly to the living room his mind and body in shock as he tried to come to terms with the destruction of his seemingly perfect life, though strangely enough the sound of loud moans and pants could be heard coming from the living room, confusing the adled boy's mind further, who was sick enough to have sex in the midst of such carnage, you see Oli was rather precocious for his age understanding the nuances of marriage and sex, and had accidentally walked in on his parents many a time..but nothing could prepared him from the horror he lay his eyes on, as at that moment something started breaking.

(WARNING THIS SCENE CONTAINS RAPE PLEASE BE WARNED )

"Hmmm Anatashia this pathetic human's cunt is tight as fuck she's trying to milk me dry, now I see why Master Eligos left us for her" a soft girlish voice growled lustfully and jealously

"Mmm so big and thick, your breaking me in half and I love it Eligos dear, you shouldn't have left us ~raw bondage sex with Darling is the best mhhmmm~" a sultry voice thrilled between moans

Because right before the poor boy's eyes he saw a naked 4 feet 6 inches tall oddly feminine man with a woman's triangular body shape , with pale skin, poison green eyes,long curly blond hair, who he'd never seen before thrusting into his equally naked mother's vagina viciously, while bruising her breasts with sharp green painted nails a look of hatred and ecstasy on his effeminate face, with a snarl on his green painted lips, while a beautiful and voluptuous 5 feet tall woman with equally pale skin, blonde hair and poison green eyes had her arms around his father's neck as she bounced and gyrated on his penis wildly, a look of mindless lust on her face as her eyes rolled in her head and her tongue lolled out between green lips. It was evident the two were related to each other going by looks and their interactions.

On first sight one one think that it was merely an orgy between consenting parties, if it wasn't for the fact that his mother a beautiful 5 feet tall pale skinned woman with black hair and amber eyes who's body was heavily bruised and bleeding, and going by the glassy look in her eyes and the lack of reaction to the person raping her and the barbed chains that held her up in a twisted mockery of a love swing, had lost the will to live. His father was more defiant and tried to buck his rapist of him despite being restrained in spread eagle, even as his rapist strangled him

This is the traumatic scene that Oli beheld to his horror and disgust, but his eyes caught the bat wings that were attached to the pairs backs making his eyes widen as he recognised what was happening, "Il Demoni" he murmured to himself as fear rooted him to the ground and locked up his body, even as the monsters desecrated his parents' bodies for their own sick twisted pleasure.

He wanted to be brave and strong and fight them like the heroes of his father's stories Gremory, Astaroth, Sitri and Glasya-Labolas, demons who during their time with King Solomon had found the errors of their ways and defied their fellow demons. As he prayed for God to stop them or to free him from this nightmare wished he had was brave enough to throw something at them or even use the judo technique he'd learnt yesterday but he couldn't, his instincts screamed that he was a meer hatchling and they vicious eagles, he wouldn't stand a chance, like a snowball in hell, a candle in a blizzard. He was about to run away but the next words and actions chilled him to his bones, he thought they were going to stop after they finished but they did even worse.

"Hmm Jasmine darling want to switch and do another round" the woman had said panting wantonly, as she got of his father's half dead body with shaky legs.. something dripping down her legs "We have time to burn till the target arrives from school"

"Of course Anastasia I fear if I keep myself in this filthy woman my cock will shrivel off" the man sneered pulling out of his mother and spitting derisively on her corpse "Plus it's been centuries since I've had him in me" he says more demure looking at Roberto with wanton desire.

Anastasia revealing a phallus that WAS NOT THERE BEFORE!, much to Oli's confusion, since women did not have penises according to the medical book his mother had, and took a position similar to her brother before only aimed at his mother's butt which the same book said was for waste expulsion, plus the Bible said two ladies shouldn't have sex and the Bible was always right so this was wrong right? in same way the man trying to put his daddy's penis in his butt while kissing him was wrong, same way them having sex with his parents was wrong, because his parents were married and sex out of marriage was wrong, same way them killing his grandparents were wrong, same way HURTING HIS PARENTS AND SULLYING THEIR BODIES WAS WRONG, SO THESE TWO WOULD PAY FOR THEIR SINS.

Oli was mad, very mad, who did these people think they were coming into his life and ruining everything, if it wasn't for them his family could have been normal again..it was their fault!, he'd kill them, the Bible said killing was bad and not to render evil for evil, but killing them had to be good, avenging his parents and grandparents had to be good right? He wasn't sinning right, God would forgive him right?No God couldn't forgive him, because there couldn't be a God, God wouldn't have let this happen if there was a God.. Right? Right?, Right? RIGHT?!.

Unbeknownst to him a thick and menacing aura began to surround him, growing in power as he trembled in rage giving of a scent akin to a roaring furnace and ozone that drew the attention of the two devils who halted their penetrations and turned as one their eyes zeroing on his face, before grins split their face as they beheld the young boy who held a strong resemblance to their former master, who looked at them with such strong bloodlust that made a slight shiver run down their spines, much to their delight, as they stepped away from the corpses and turnt to face the boy revealing the rest of their features, both were immensely beautiful with male looking like a less busty version of his sister, and both having a tattoo of a curious symbol on their right breasts.

Robert Eligos, Half Human Half Devil heir of the Eligos Clan, of the 72 Pillars of Hell, who due to prejudice following his father's death had ran away, also saw his son and struggled with renewed vigor as he tried to save his son "Run Oli go to the chapel they can't hurt you there, call Father Strada he's an exorcist he'll protect you" he says his son barely registering it due to his shock, as the half devil then turnt to his former servants and growled before he shouted at the two "Cowards! I shouldn't have taken you ungrateful bastards in, face me you sick fucks, I won't let you touch my boy!, I'll kill you you hear me! I'll rip you asunder I'll, I'll…"

"SNAP!"

"Shut the fuck up we'll touching him if we want to"

A loud sickening noise rung out through the house as an annoyed Jasmine snapped Roberto's neck making him still and slump lifelessly a pair of black bat wings identical to those of his attackers sprouting limply from his back, the sound waking up Flora from her stupor making her start to scream as she saw her now lifeless adopted parents and husband and the two murderers and rapists advancing on her baby boy making her screech in rage and break free as she underwent a change her nails grew into 6 inch claws, her pupils slitted, while a pair of ram horns grew from her forehead along with a small pair of small black bat wings at her hips and a black tail with a heart shaped tip, as she lunged at the pair lashing out with her nails and tails ``Don't touch my baby boy! she roared as she launched herself at them with the ferocity of a mother bear protecting her cub forcing them back due to her sheer ferocity as they were forced to backpedal away from a barrage of punches, kicks, knees and elbows that they knew even in the woman's weakened state could down them.

"Shit she's a Lilim I knew her tightness was familiar, I can't believe he left us for a white succubus off all things". Jasmine says as he ducks suddenly as the heart shaped tip of his assailant's tail nearly pierced his tail.

"Less yapping more blasting darling this bitch is powerful we only got the drop on her since she was fucking Master Eligos, we should have killed her instead of torturing her" Ana said as a hastily sidestepped roundhouse kick nearly took of her head

Jasmine obliged and swiftly jinked to the left dodging a blow barely before swiftly lashing out with his hand, while she struggled to recover from over extending and pierced her chest, then grabbed and crushed her heart before the woman could dodge killing her almost instantly not before she was able to look weakly at the shell shocked Oli and mouth to him "Mi dispiace tesoro perdona mamma" before coughing up blood and slumping, her body falling to the ground as Jasmine ripped his hand free before spitting derisively on her corpse "Tch stupid Lilim should be this dangerous" he scowled kicking her side.

Oli was conflicted his mother and father had just turned into demons of all things, honestly scaring him, if she was a demon, did that mean he was part demon too?, was this why his mother never visited church with him? or why his father was always sickly when he went to church with him, or why praying gave him a headache, holy water felt like hot water, and why the priest before Father Strada had tried to kill him during his baptism by drowning him?. But despite this he couldn't hate them since they tried to save him.

"Hmm who's this cutie-pie he looks so delicious I could just gobble him up, don't you agree Jasmine darling" Anastasia says as she turned her attention to the boy

"Hmm I agree he looks just like him, hey sweetie you want to play with a grown up game with us, we promise it'll be fun, what'd you say darling?"

Oli ignored their depraved ramblings think only of wanting them to die painfully for what they did even though he had doubts he could do anything to avenge them due to their obvious supernatural capabilities

"G-get away from my parents y-you monsters" he stuttered nervously as he stepped back warily as they advanced towards him sashaying sick grins on their faces as they got closer "If you don't leave now I'll kill you for what you did demoni" he added even as he began to make plans escape from these depraved creatures' grasp and reach Father Strada, the kind old priest who he was to meet today.

"Hmm so fiesty I like that, you know we have a few hours to spare before Master Shalba and Mistress Katerea gets here, how about we introduce our darling little cambion to the world of sin.. STARTING WITH LUST!" with that Anastasia charged at him trying to pin him to the ground using her superior speed and strength, while Jasmine watched in amusement, no ordinary human, much less a 10 year old could dodge her, but Oli wasn't a normal 10 year old, he didn't know why but fighting had always come easily to him, and he always had found that he performed better in life and death situations, do when she charged him, he analyzed her stance as his eyes sharpened his perception slowing as his mind came up with a solution.

"Uneven footing and stumbling gait suggests lack of training or potential disorientation, arms too wide spread for stand up grappling is most likely aiming to pin me with body weight , center of balance is too high also supports previous observation, is going to fast to change directions suddenly, plan of action dodge and execute throw in disoriented state" he thought before suddenly shifting his body to the side at the last minute as she missed him, throwing her off balance, before promptly executed a hasty ippon-seoi-nage on Anastasia, which he had learnt yesterday, swiftly grasping one of her arms, before spinning around and placing his back against her own before throwing her over his shoulder with immense force using her strength and momentum against her to launch her towards the kitchen making her slam in the cabinets making pots, pans, broken glass, splinter's and knives rain down on her disorienting her and buying him time to run up the stairs towards the cellar which had an emergency exit his feet pattering as he ran while Jasmine went to help up his delirious sister, giving the boy a head start however he had forgotten he had been stepping in fresh blood the whole time.

Kitchen

"Ugh Jasmine darling like what just happened, one minute I was about to sample me a tasty virgin, next moment I'm like spinning" Anastasia mumbled as she got up unsteadily the throw had jarred her badly as she was actually the less durable of the two despite being stronger and faster, being a glass cannon, as she was a durable as an average human woman.

"Our darling little kitten has claws it seems he managed to counter you without a sweat, maybe you should have taken the basic Hunter CQC course" Jasmine taunted as he licked his lips ooh this one had fight unlike his father who was taken out easily by Anastasia a far cry from the mighty war general he used to be

"Oh shut it you didn't take it either, now where'd you think he's gone we didn't get a chance to map out the house" Ana grumbled before spotting the bloody shoe prints and smirking before heading up the stairs "You deal with these trash I'll find out little pet" she calls out as she disappeared from view, Jasmine turned to the bodies and sneered maliciously as he put all 4 dead bodies in a pile and covered them in cooking oil and paint thinner, before concentrating and forming a mandala formed a small fireball "Don't worry you two your darling son is in good hands, well evil hands anyway, Lord Eligos your son will be a fine replacement now burn with your filthy "family" now die" he snarls before dropping the little flame on the impromptu bonfire lighting up it and filling the room with the smell of burning flesh, before redressing in the green risque form fitting armour that was the uniform of the Hunter Division, stealing parts of armour from his sister's discarded armour to help him.

"Hmmph knowing the stupid bimbo she'll get herself killed so I should hurry up but first let's set the bomb seals" he says bustling off.

Oli knew he had to escape his life depended on it especially if he wanted to get revenge on those two but he couldn't do that if they did whatever they were planning so as he ran full tilt down the hallway, he heard the female approaching steadily cooing mockingly at him, while describing what she'd do to him if he was caught by her sending a shiver down his spine even as he managed to hide in his father's trophy room from his father's apparent former days as an archaeologist which was filled with variety of weapons and armours, the crown pieces being the supposed Pugio of Brutus which was used to help assassinate Gaius Julius Caesar by Marcus Junius Brutus, as well as Crocea Mors the supposed gladius of , it was behind the glass case from which this relic was contained, where he hid his breathing frantic, it was pitch dark and while his night vision was good he could only hope theirs wasn't, even now he could hear crashing and explosions as the pair destroyed each room after having searched it and found him absent, it would be only a matter of time before they found him so he had to stall and at least arm himself lest he captured immediately something he couldn't allow to happen, so getting up quickly he toppled the case, timing it so the sound would be drowned out by an explosion, before he scrambled and picked up the two blades and strapped them to his diminutive frame, he wasn't going down without a fight, though he admittedly nearly took back his words as a crazed Anastasia barrelled through the door looked DIRECTLY at him even though it was pitch black in there and grinned before charging him once more only this time she was wielding a long and thick piece of pipe which she swung viciously at him at frightening speeds giving him barely enough time to hastily draw Crocea Mors and block the strike with the flat of the blade, the sheer force lifting him off his feet and sending him hurtling into a wall, cratering it and making him spew blood, as a loud crack symbolised something had most definitely broken, even then he still had to roll to the side quickly as the pipe punched through the spot his body had been only a few seconds earlier.

"Like stand still I'll like only break your arms and legs darling" Ana said as she easily dislodged the pipe and turned to face Oli who held the gladius shakily, making her smirk "Hmm didn't your parents teach you not to play with sharp objects? Oh wait~ it's too late now if they didn't since we killed the cheating and thieving bitches~" she taunted making Oli lose his cool and charged her swiftly with a roar as he lashed out with swift and scarily accurate thrusts and slashes from both the pugio and gladius that surprised Ana and actually began to push her back due to the sheer ferocity, as it was only enhanced speed that allowed her to block the strikes with the pipe though the force jarred her hands, as thankfully she had the sense to get a blade proof spell applied to her as many cuts that would have drawn blood only clanged off her skin.

Eventually Oli began to tire as he was despite having better stamina than most teens still young so eventually his strikes began to slow giving Ana a chance to punt him into another display case this one containing a bottle of the water of lustration, that had contained water from the Jordan River, the ashes of a red heifer and blessed salt in all making it all but lethal to Devils, Oli didn't know this but 3 others hidden deep in his soul, that had slumbered until this boy's wrath had wakened most of them a rarity amongst their previous hosts.

Unknown Area

"Hmm seems our little host needs a little help" stentorian voice spoke in Greek even as the sounds of a fire being stoked could be heard, before a softer voice could be also heard "Indeed brother I'm suprised he woke two of us at his age most impressive, anyway we mustn't waste time I'll imbue this water into these blades it'll give him an edge" the first voice seemed to agree "Yeah that should work I've already created the new blueprints for these let's get to work shall we?" a roaring furnace could be heard the clanging of a hammer on an anvil echoed.

Trophy Room

Oli immediately began to panic when he managed to extricate himself from the broken fragments of glass only to find his weapons missing from his hands making him scramble backwards as the Devil woman dragged her pipe along the ground menacingly her lust evident even as she looked ready to bash in his skull, as Oli shook he suddenly grabbed a shard of glass and threw it her frantically only for it shatter against her but that didn't stop him from throwing everything in sight at her hoping to slow her down as unbeknownst to him be bought his mysterious tenants time to finish what they were doing as they went to help their tenant

Anastasia was getting annoyed at the sheer tenacity of the 10 year old boy who to her shame she knew had she been human would have killed her from he tossed her 5 minutes ago, this was supposed to be a quick mission they'd come kidnap the boy and be back how, but those filthy old humans and the whoee who stole Lord Eligos from them had to mess it up, so now she was dealing with what could be the world's deadliest and most resourceful 10 year old, causing her to grow pissed as a shard from the holy water battle drew blood on her forehead as the blessed liquid in the shard bypassed her spell which was weak against holy objects, she was regretting leaving her armor now, though she sighed in relief as he finally run out of things to throw savouring the look of fear before she (foolishly) threw her pipe staff away and lunged at him once more ready to grapple him as she pounced, the closing his eyes in fear as he accepted his fate only to suddenly feel familiar weights in his hands, not stopping to think he immediately thrust the weapons in his hands forward praying that he'd hit her only to be rewarded with a squelching sound and a sharp gasp as he opened his eyes locking them with the wide disbelief filled eyes as the once bronze blades, now silver were stabbed to the hilt in her heart before Oli kicked her off the blades his eyes wide as he realized he had just taken a life the blades falling from nerveless fingers as the boy went into shock again before a insidious voice interrupted.

"Oh you managed to kill the slut? thank you darling I'll be sure to reward you later" Jasmine says swaggering into the room looking at his sister dispassionately

"Stupid bitch forced me to act like a girl because she wanted a sister well I'll show her" he growled as he kicks her dead body in the face a few times before moving over to a frozen Oli's body with a sadistic grin as he moved over to the taller yet younger male and straddled him pushing him to the ground before shoving his tongue down Oli's throat in a passionate kiss which snapped him out of his shock and got him panicking as he tried to get his assailant of him, as Jasmine's hands roamed the boy's body tearing at his clothes, his armour absorbing the blows from the boy's frantic barrage off punches and kicks.

Oli had lost his shorts by the time he finally found a solution, he remembers that his his judo instructor had told him of a move that wasn't used frequently in tournaments due to the riskiness of the move and the disadvantageous position it put the user in but this wasn't a tournament, skipping the initial steps of the tomoe-nage, he slowly leaned back curling himself into a ball then placed his foot against the upper part of Jasmine's thigh and then used the spring force of his bent knee to throw Jasmine by kicking upward launching him away towards the same wall he had been launched towards which collapsed sending him hurtling out the house and against the barrier he had erected knocking him unconscious and bringing it crashing down.

Oli panted heavily as he picked up and sheathed the weapons he had dropped and staggered towards the hole holding his ribs, before looking outside and seeing the unconscious body on the front lawn of the villa which thankfully was secluded, and hoping the evil man's neck had broken, so thinking quickly he began to judge the distance of the drop especially since this was the top floor before grunting and jumping out the hole in the wall freefalling for a bit before stabbing his unsheathing and stabbing his pugio into the wall using it to slow his descent the dagger cutting through the wall like a hot knife through butter before suddenly stopping an inch from his mother's rosebushes before dislodging the dagger with a backup landing feet first into Jasmine's ribs hopefully breaking them, before beginning to run of towards the chapel unaware of the two people watching him.

"Impressive those two may have been no name Extra Devil but for an unawakened Devil like him of only 10 years to fend both of them off and even kill one is impressive, better yet he's unlocked his Sacred Gear" a male voice said as it's owner watched the fleeing boy with keen interest before using the device in his arm to summon a light spear and launch it at the boy's turnt back his brows rising as the boy managed to dodge, grab the spear and launch it right back at his face, the figure dispelling the weapon being his saving grace "Those reflexes are unreal I know for a fact that he'll be able to end those usurpers easily" he added.

"Hmmph he's not bad I most admit, though I'm tempted to execute the survivor both for losing to a half breed and for screwing up the mission" a sultry female voice spoke as it's owner watched the boy vault over obstacles as he sprinted towards the chapel "I say we execute him"

"We'll deal with that later but now we have a weapon to catch" the male figure says putting up his hood before launching off with his powerfu batl wings his companion in tow as he seeked to cut off his quarry and capture his play.

Oli gasped tiredly as he neared the chapel he was so close once he reached he'd be safe his father promised that "But your father's a demon and demons lie" a soft voice whispered in his ears making him have second thoughts, he didn't what or who had thrown that spear at him and he had no intentions of staying around to find out at the detriment of his life however before he could act on anything his momentum was suddenly halted as he found himself being lifted in the air looking around he realized he was trapped in some sort of bubble before water suddenly rushed in from all sides overwhelming him as he tried to hold his breath while stabbing frantically at the bubble which refused to budge eventually losing consciousness as the weapons slipped from his hands, before the water began to drain away as the bubble lowered the last thing he heard was a soft "Got him" before he lost his consciousness, not even feeling his body be levitated away by his jubilant captors, or hearing the large explosion that robbed him of his family furthermore.

"We conduct tests as of tomorrow, with Eligos' spawn we'll truly have a chance at reclaiming our thrones from those insolent usurpers who stole our birthright, Katerea your in charge of his conditioning" the male figure receiving a nod from the female who grinned maliciously as she plotted how to break the boy, as well as receiving a bonus when he matures.

The figure occupying the boy's soul grunted in discontent it could only hope that it's host would survive this ordeal even as it began to slowly rekindle its surroundings to its former glory "Stay strong boy you'll need it in the trials ahead, because that God of yours won't save you"

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Pew had some problems with this but otherwise it's good, anyway Read, Review and Return, and support my Kohai, Jack of Hearts who gave me this story as to lighten his load, also read his story Flame Heart: A Pyromaniac Butler's Guide to Harem Management, it's pretty awesome and at times amusing, welp see y'all soon.

And yes Jasmin is a trap no suprise huh