You've seen my username, so you know what's up. I'd like to apologize for not updating shit in like forever, life hit me like a bitch. To be fair, this isn't something I really was looking to be committed to, as me and a bunch of people apparently were just bored out of our minds and relieved their boredom by writing fanfiction instead of reading.
The only reason I'm still writing instead of dropping my fics like some have already done is because I actually took a liking to writing… but I still have shit to do outside of fics so don't expect too much from me.
Now on with the story, I've made a change in the last chapter, nothing crucial. Instead of being a LightBearer, my character is a Prophet, something I found while skimming around and thought was cool.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except my OC
Imagine parenting a child no more than three years old, how would you perceive your day to day life to be like.
Exhausting, right?
It's a common fact that babies are little monsters that destroy any structure of the person's serenity, with their constant crying, shitting, et cetera, et cetera. Dealing with them is a job in itself that most don't ever get paid back for, others in the form of nurture once they're too old to tend to themselves.
It's a pretty shitty situation… well, in the perspective of the grown-up, yeah, but when it comes to the toddler, it's a whole different story.
Seriously, stop and think about it! Hungry? Just wail and your servant shall be summoned! Lazy? Don't worry, there are a multitude of devices created for the purpose of making toddler lives easier. That oatmeal from earlier causing digestive problems? Let it all out, someone will clean it up later. Being a toddler is pretty much the equivalent of being a tiny sovereign, it's the closest most common folk get to feeling actual power. Too bad baby days are wasted by senseless incorrigibility... but you know what they say, second chances are given to prove that we can be better.
"More pancakes, Woman!"
"Oh pipe down you little brat! I'm cooking as fast as I can." cried out my silver-haired mother, tick marks formed by her irritation (anime logic still leaves me flabbergasted), waving her spatula at me.
I gasped dramatically. "You dare speak to your child (read: King) with such a tone! What kind of mother (read: Subject) are you!?
"One that gave birth to the cheekiest of smartasses apparently." Cleria answered with a deadpan expression.
"I try."
"Well keep it up and I'll cut your daily pancake supply in half"
Terror filled my heart with those words "Y-you can't do that!" Crap, I really need those pancakes, Cleria makes them in a killer fashion!
"Watch me." She replies with a cruel smirk. "It lessens my workload too. I'm tired of having to buy ingredients just for pancakes everyday."
Before I could and refute any further, long slender arms wrapped around me and pulled me into a familiar soft and bouncy embrace.
"Oh, don't be like that Cleria. You know Riri here needs his nutrients so he can grow into a big strong devil that can make his mommy very, very happy." says the sultry voice of Roygun Belphegor from behind me.
"I don't time for your weird fantasies Roy."
"I was simply referring to every mother's desire for their child to grow strong and healthy." Smooth strings of pink hair fell around as the woman holding me looked down. "Isn't that right, little cutie."
I was too far gone in boobie land to care about what Roygun was implying so I just ended up humming in response.
This has been the life for the last 3 years – unlimited pancakes and incredibly hot women... I like to think of it as a happy little family – weird, yes – but at least it's fun. What else would expect from devils.
Emphasis of devils.
I've been dealing with a sort of... absentee father situation. It's not like Masaomi doesn't come around... unfortunately I don't think once almost every three months is enough to be considered adequate paternal time.
You may be wondering why the lack of love from daddy-o, well believe it or not, it's not because of his exorcist status… I think?... ok I'm not really sure what happened but something went wrong between Cleria and Masaomi.
One moment they're all lovey dovey, the next, it's like they don't know each other (If I was to be given a dollar for every awkward situation I've had to deal with...).
Anyways, if it was a custody case, Cleria would have most definitely been the winner. I spend about 70 percent of my time with her, 5 percent with Masaomi, 10 percent being babysat by Roygun and 15 percent babysitting myself whenever Cleria heads off to her job as – surprise, surprise – Kuoh Academy's Headmistress.
I've actually been to Kuoh Academy (well, once or twice in my lifetime anyways) on one of Cleria's self imposed bring your child to work day (I may or may not have pestered her to let me come).
It's undoubtedly one of the most beautiful architectures I have ever set eyes on, both past life and current, perks of being the main setting I guess. And true to canon, it was an all girls, no wieners in sight. Even the staff wasn't spared from the fate of masculinity purge.
"Maybe I'll make a special exception for you when you get older." That's what Cleria told me after I got showered with female attention during the visit (best day ever!). More incentive for me not to let her die and leave Kuoh to Rias, a school of only girls but with the exception of one supernaturally handsome guy, that's practically a hentai in the making.
While I was at Kuoh, I noticed something strange when in one of the empty janitor's closet (which was conveniently open), it was a vibrant green portal at the far side of the room.
I asked Cleria what it was... and she told me I was going mad, so I did the more logical thing and asked Ciel,
That's the entrance point to a Dungeon, Master! There are more of them scattered throughout the world you are in, visible and accessible only to you. With them, you can get super, super strong~ and there are lots of cool stuff hidden in Dungeons.
You'd think would excite me, finding my first Dungeon but... I've hit a bit of a... snag when it comes to the... circumstance of training.
[Underdeveloped]
This flaw reflects the lack of development in the user's body
All stats are cut in half (excluding CHA and LUK. Other factors can also be affected by this flaw
Time Remaining: 2 years
I know what you're thinking... and I agree, this is just plain unfair. I mean come on, didn't Kakashi become a Genin at the age of 5!
But that doesn't mean I haven't been trying to prep myself... ok, if truth be told, I haven't really been trying – It's not like I'm not conscious of the upcoming dangers, it's just… Major Sin of Sloth… still, I've managed to bring out some results over my three years of existence.
Riku Yaegaki
Age: 2
Race: Devil/Human Hybrid
Alignment: True Neutral
Rank: 1 Star; Lower Class
Level: 3
HP: 20/20 [4 regen per five minutes]
MP: 90/90 [18 regen per minute]
SP: 20/20 [4 regen per minute]
STR: 2 (-1)
VIT: 3 (-1)
DEX: 4 (-2)
INT: 3 (-1)
WIS: 3 (-1)
CHA: 10
LUK: 7
One level for each year... that's not bad right?
...right!?
Sigh... if things go on like this, I won't be able rank three before 'canon' starts. You're probably wondering what ranks are, I did too but Ciel didn't give an explanation… she gave me a whole damn presentation.
Welcome to the Ranking Feature of the System
[Ranks]
Ranks are calculated in Star Levels. Star Levels are increased when one reaches the max level of their Rank, with the minimum 1 star having the level cap of 100 right off the bat. Once you Rank up, you reset back to level 1 but with an increased level cap... don't worry, you will still have everything including stats. There are seven Star Levels in the rankings
1 Star – Capped at level 100
2 Star – Capped at level 250
3 Star – Capped at level 500
4 Star – Capped at level 750
5 Star – Capped at level 1000
6 Star – Capped at level 5000
7 Star – No level cap
Ranks also come with titles. Even though Ranks and Star Levels are a gamerversal concept, Rank titles are based on the universe you reside in and, depending on that same universe, the species you belong to
As a devil of the DxDverse, your Rank titles are as follows
1 Star; Lower Class
2 Star; High Class
3 Star; Ultimate
4 Star; Satan
5 Star; Super Devil
6 Star; (?)
7 Star; (?)
The last two are either a level of power lost in the ages or a level of power that is yet to be reached and named
*Warning! Not all races level up the same way so it is not advised to assume the abilities of an individual from another race, your judgment would most likely end up mistaken
For example, a basic 3 Star Dragon can most likely easily pummel a basic 3 Star Devil of the same level
I'm already inferring that 7 Star is like Ophis/Great Red level. I'm sure no devil in the series was truly at that level so I'll make sure to get there first... hopefully before the whole Trihexa incident.
...Actually now that I think about it, It's best to just prevent that from happening in general.
"Here you go." Cleria places my breakfast at my usual eating area. "See it didn't hurt to have a little patience."
As usual, the sight before me was glorious. Cleria has outdone herself again with five plates of soft fluffy stacked pancakes, syrup glistening, reflecting the light of the morning, as it ran down. "Can't wait for seconds."
"Fufufu~ you truly are a devil of gluttony, Riri." Roygun giggled after letting me leave her embrace to go indulge.
Cleria on the other hand had an enervated expression. "I must sound like a broken record but seriously, how are you not fat!"
I shrug. "Genetics. I've never seen you exercise and you're pretty fit."
Actually it's a perk I got a while back during one of my pancake crusades. A reward for indulging in my Sin of Gluttony.
[I Always Eat Healthy]
There's good food that helps the body and there's bad food that damages the body. For you, every food is good!
The Sin of Gluttony and Sin of Sloth has definitely been the one I've been indulging the most, mainly because I can make Cleria do anything for me.
You see, Cleria has no idea how to raise a kid, let alone, one with knowledge beyond his years.
Before she and Masaomi had their... fight...? (Still don't know what happened) The exorcist did most of the leg work. According to him, he was raised in an orphanage where he helped the caretakers with the younger children so he had some experience.
Unfortunately for me, he used the exact same tactics they used at the church and... let's just say they're a little too... bland for my liking.
...Porridge everyday is not an ideal breakfast.
My vocal cords weren't developed fully so I couldn't really say anything against it... but at least the tantrums were fun.
After the fight, Cleria was left mostly on her own and was pretty much freaking out. "What the hell do you want from me!" she would always ask whenever I'd throw a tantrum for the fun of it. Once I could finally talk, I took the opportunity to tell her 'what I wanted'... and it has done wonders for her obedience rating.
Name: Cleria Belial
Race: Pure-Blood Devil
Rank: ?
Level: ?
Disposition: Annoyed by your antics
Reputation: [Well Liked]
Affection: 465/1000
Obedience: 510/1000
...To the unexprencienced, the lungs of an infant are a deadly weapon. Whether it's staying up late to watch Rating Games on the DevilNet or sleeping until dusk, from there on forth, life has been nothing but chill for this little devil.
For a devil who lives the life of a human, Cleria surprised me with her unknown rank and level, as I'm unable to see the level of someone with a rank(s) above me. While it might seem disrespectful to someone of her status to be thought of as a lower class rank, research and past life knowledge have shown me that 'high-class' devils suffer from a severe case of one-trick pony syndrome and never train a day in their life.
While Cleria's capabilities remain a mystery, there's a monster in our kitchen who I know has undisputable power, even if it comes out as unknown to my [Observe].
I looked at the horned pink-haired woman who was enjoying her breakfast. Not soon after I started staring, somehow aware of my gaze, she lifted her head to catch my eyes and gave me a sultry wink.
Name: Roygun Belphegor
Race: Pure-Blood Devil
Rank: ?
Level: ?
Disposition: Amused by your antics
Reputation: [Friendly]
Roygun Belephgor, Head of the Belphegor Clan, 2nd ranked in the Rating Games, Cleria's best friend (more than friend from what I hear at night).
You can find highlights of her Rating Game matches on the DevilNet at a way higher rate than humans finding highlights of their favorite athletes on their inferior information sharing network. She is crazy powerful… her nickname is the Worldbreaker for crying out loud... do I even have to elaborate any further.
Aside from the top 10, she dominates the competition with ease and even amongst the top 10, only the number 1 champ really gives her anything to worry about. Not even the Blaze Meteor Dragon, Tannin, could handle her absurd control over her rather average clan ability in their matches.
Her matches with my dear uncle, The Emperor, are legendary (I've rewatched them countless times), despite her inevitable losses. Generally it's just engrossing to see the new tactics she comes up with to try and defeat him, it's unfortunate none of them ever succeed.
...That Diehauser Belial is on a whole different level. I'm proud to be his nephew.
After finishing my last bit of pancake (in probably what was record time), I was overcome by an immense thirst. "I'm thirsty! I need milk."
"There's some in the fridge, I'll get it." Cleria replies.
You want to know what I like about magic… there's a spell for everything. Before she could go, I put on a look of (false) disgust. "You know I don't like that kind of milk. It's better when it's natural."
"You are three years old, I shouldn't even be breastfeeding you anymore."
"And yet you still do."
"If you won't do it then I will Cleria." Roygun teases as she put her hands over her breasts, visible demonic energy flowing from them.
"No!" Cleria cried, halting a smirking Roygun.
She furiously takes off the casual shirts she used for sleepwear last night, her breast popping out with a rather arousing bounce. She then picks me up and leads me to one of her pink pulpy nipples, which I immediately start to suck on wasting no time to enjoy the pleasing taste of my favorite beverage.
Damn it feels good to be a baby.
- The Next Day -
"What, no!"
"Uh, yeah."
I cross my arms and turn away in defiance. "But I don't want to and you can't make me."
"I can and I will." Cleria replies. She then forcibly turns me back around so I could face her again. "Honestly, what's with you. Isn't normal for kids your age to enjoy going to the park... you know sunshine, playground…"
"In case you're a bit slow on the uptake, I am not a normal kid." Even when I was a normal kid, I wasn't a 'normal' kid. From a young age, I've never liked other children (being more intellectually advanced and all that) and I never did learn to. Frankly, "why would I want to waste my precious unretainable time around inferior, snotty, hyperactive brats."
"Yes, that right there! That's what worries me." Cleria puts her hand on her hips and sighs. "At this rate, you'll become a hikikomori. As your Kaa-chan, I will not allow it, we need to start working on your people skills dammit!"
"My people skills are fine as they are." I rebute. "Don't I communicate with you and Roygun just fine?"
"Me and Roygun aren't enough for you to count as people."
"No, I'm pretty sure two counts as people." A dark glint in Cleria's eyes which started to make me feel nervous… what is it with these anime mothers!? "...There's Tou-san." I added but regretted as soon as those words left my mouth.
"That's enough!" Cleria picks me up (roughly if I may complain) and puts me on her back. Thanks to her superior devil strength, resistance was futile. "You're going to that park and you're going to have fun!" She exclaims trying to be stern.
"...I don't think fun can be forced." I deadpanned but my words were disregarded by the vile woman.
The park that I was taken to was actually one not too far away from our residence. As a small and relatively secluded town, Kuoh has a tight-knit, clannish population, the kind of place where everyone knows everyone and gossip travels faster than the wind. Regardless of the size, Kuoh possesses structures and sceneries (easy to maintain due to the size) that can put even the most economically advanced urban areas to shame, so it came as no surprise that the park was something of a wonder to the eyes.
The place was littered with the blossoming flowers of the spring, their scent attracting individuals to their trap as the flowers themselves were blown around by the wind, giving the place a sort of enchanted appeal. Sounds of joyful children playing their hearts out like there's no tomorrow filled the air as parents conversed their troubles and fatigue away, the naughtier of the lot listening out for the latest gossip, like who cheated on who this time.
Don't get it wrong, I'm still an inside person but even I can appreciate the beauty of tranquility.
After dropping me down, Cleria shoos me off to go and play with other children, while she went on to join up with the other women who, predictably, started fumbling around, acting as if they were in the presence of a queen (which she was if you really think about it). I look around the park, searching for a safe space that I can use to practice my powers at. If I'm going to be stuck here for the next few hours, I might as well do something productive with the time.
Finally, I caught sight and made my way to a secluded old looking swing set on the other side from the entrance. It was perfect because a large untrimmed bush covered a small part of the right side, perfect for my tiny body to slip into. Unfortunately the swing I wanted was occupied by someone, a child, about two or three years older than me, big and rotund (the disadvantages of not having [I Always Eat Healthy])… she pretty much looks like you typical slow child/future idiotic bully.
"Hello, my-my name is Hada Kumiko." Sounds like one too.
"That's nice." Hoping she would simply comply, I ask, "Listen, can I get on that swing you're on?"
"Aren't you going to say your name."
...Aaaand we're doing this. "No, it's not like you're anyone significant. Now about that swing..."
"But-But there's one right there." She pointed to the other swing on the set, the more exposed one.
"Yeah but I want the one you're on, in fact, I want both of them, the whole set. One leg in each swing, I'll make it work."
"But my mommy says sharing is caring."
"Well your 'mommy' can go suck a dick." I snap.
"What does that mean?" Kumiko asked with a head tilt.
"Mommy can explain it best." Another minute with this kid and I might end up snapping her neck. Let's try a new approach… "Listen girly, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
The girl's face suddenly lit up. "I wanna be one of those really, really pretty women that wear those really, really pretty clothes!" She answered excitedly. "Mou~ I forgot what they're called..."
"A model?"
"Yeah, Yeah!" She nodded growing more merry by the second.
I nodded too, "Ambitious." Tapping into my inner devil, I muster out the most malicious smirk I could produce at the moment. "What if I told you the fate of your dream relies on me getting on that swing."
"W-what?" Kumiko asked, looking caught off guard.
"Not long from now, some really bad people are going to wake up the biggest… scariest... monster... to ever exist!"
"M-m-m-monster." The plump girl stammered. She was now shivering in fear.
"Yeah a monster! A monster that's going to eat everyone and everything and guess what... you and your mummy get the pleasure of being it's appetizers. You wanna know why?" Kumiko looked like she wanted to respond but, since I asked the question in a rhetorical manner, I didn't give her the chance to. "Because you're humans, not the knights in shining armor or grand wizards types you read about in fairy tales, but the boring commoner type that only exists to sing songs about them, the cannon fodder type that would die and no one would think nothing of it. The reality of this world is that… You. Are. Nothing " Kumiko's face was entirely red, tears on the corner of her eyes as she looked like she was on the verge of bawling.
"But..." I put on a more innocent expression. "I can stop the monster from being woken up and - if possible - kill it so that it never bothers anyone ever again, but I need that swing to start my plans. So how about it?"
Disposition: Extremely Fearful
"Mommmyyyy!"
I smirk at the shrieking child running away, eyes following her as she did. Fortunately none of them traced their way back to me… well almost none. I give a nonchalant wave at the owner of Kuoh, causing her to simply sigh and look away.
Was that a little harsh, yes. Do I care, nope.
With that little fiasco out of the way, I can now focus on the bigger plans… whatever those maybe. To be honest, I have no idea what my plans are for this game. While that might come as a shock, with the whole endless possibilities and infinite potential thing, picking a certain path and following through with it can prove to be extremely exigent.
For example, the Cleria-Masaomi situation, still have no idea how to deal with that. I can either find a way to save them, through warning them or other means, sparing me the fate of orphanhood at the expense of my insight (the future being uncertain) or I can let them die, allowing canon to carry on, leaving me with my edge. I'm leaning more towards their death. According to Ciel, Zero likes to make subtle changes to his worlds, which (if the butterfly theory holds any merit) can later develop into something unexpected... I hate unexpectations, so if I want to keep things in a pattern I recognize the best I can, I will, thank you very much.
In a world where my enemies can be quite literally gods, any advantage is wanted, no matter the cost. Speaking of which, I need power, lots of it! Thanks to the bullshit effects of the "perk" [Why Me...], I'm going to have a spotlight on me and... considering the various types of ways one can be enslaved in this world, that's not a good thing. I'm nobody's bitch!
If it wasn't for my [Underdeveloped] flaw, I would totally be hard at work, training my ass off and if that wasn't bad enough...
[Devil-Human Hybrid]
Through your veins runs the blood of a noble lineage of devils, creatures made of sin and darkness and a simple humans, a species known for their limitless potential.
Racial Trait: 25% Faster Experience Gain
Racial Trait: [House of Belial]
Racial Trait: [Language]
Racial Trait: [Wings (Underdeveloped)]
Racial Traits: [Locked]
Discover more about your heritage to unlock more abilities
Cleria has made it her personal mission to make sure I remain frail. Can you believe that she actually decided to lock my powers away, including my demonic powers, my prophet powers, probably my Sacred Gear, and the upgrades I get from being a devil (this last one still has me baffled!). The only evidence that proves I belong to the supernatural are my ability to speak all languages, the natural perks I get from being a member of the Belial clan and my budding devil wings.
How do I know it's Cleria who did this and not the more plausible Papa Exorcist...? The Belial clan perks I've just mentioned.
[House of Belial]
A small and quite poor (in high-class supernatural terms) family in the underworld, known for developing warriors who with peak intelligence and their versatile clan ability
Talents: Natural Intellectual Prowess (+2 to INT every level), Photographic Memory, Magical Writing Affinity
Clan Trait: [Locked]
Hmmm… MagicaI Writing Affinity, I have silver runic symbols running down my sides whenever I try to experiment with magic... do those count…?
I first discovered these symbols when I was around one. Using the DevilNet, I found a basic demonic power gauging exercise that young devils partake in the underworld, summoning their energy in the form of a ball (the same trick Akeno taught Issei and Asia). I attempted and succeeded but the next day however, I attempted to do the same thing but found myself unable to, the runic symbols flaring with each failure. I went to Cleria about this and she told me those are just unique birthmarks (shittiest lie I've ever heard) and has been avoiding the subject ever since.
Unable to rely on her being truthful, I did research on the symbols and found out they are demonic runes, a special technique invented by the Original Belial after he almost got his ass decimated by Odin when he challenged the god for ownership over his wife, Freya (and Evil Pieces weren't even a thing yet). As most demonic runes on the DevilNet are known to either be fake or faulty-like, it was hard to believe anything on there but there was a common trend which claimed that the Belial clan usually uses demonic runes to anchor their Worthlessness ability. Wouldn't be far-fetched to think that's what mommy dearest did to me...
With so many things trying to hold me back, I'm sure you can understand why I'm only at level 3... it's just not worth the effort... but power waits for no man, it wouldn't hurt to try one more time.
Last time I tried summoning my Sacred Gear, so today let me try magic once more.
I closed my eyes, ignoring my surroundings the best I could. Imagination is key to devil magic, imagine the shape of my energy, its condensed form on my hands...
Imagine...
Imagine...
Ima–
*Bounce* *Thud* –4 HP
"What the fuck!" I cried out, my head aching in pain from the contact it just made with the earth. I looked around to see what hit me and found a soccer ball rolling away from.
Now who has the gall to–
"Sorry~" A chestnut haired boy was running up to me with a flushed expression. Once he stopped in front of me, he let out his hand to help me up.
"Sorry," He says once more as I use his hand to lift myself up. "I didn't mean to kick the ball at you."
"Whatever," I answered irritated as I dust myself off. I'm not weak… the kid caught me off guard, alright! "Just watch your footing next time."
"Yeah I will~" Looks like I find myself an overly cheerful one. "I'm Shidou Irina but everyone calls me Rin. What's your name?"
Name: Irina Shidou
Race: Human
Rank: 1 Star; Mortal
Level: 2
Disposition: Apologetic
Huh, so Issei Hyoudou wasn't being a dumb protagonist after all, she really does look remarkably like a boy...
- Cleria -
Out of all the places in the entire universe, there was nowhere Cleria Belial would rather be than her little town of Kuoh.
Here Cleria was a queen! Wherever she goes, all eyes fall upon her and people go hysterical just to get a greeting from her… she absolutely loves the attention. Call her egotistical, she's a devil for crying out loud. While her life in Kuoh is amazing, not everything is perfect…
"Mommmyyyy!"
The cry of the little girl caught a lot of people's attention, including Cleria. While the others dismissed it as nothing, Cleria looked at where the girl had come from and found none other than Riku. He gave her a mocking wave disguised in innocence–cheeky brat!
Cleria loves her son, more than she ever could've guessed that she would, but honestly that boy was too much to handle. Cleria never expected to have a child so soon in her life (the chances of a devil getting are less than one percent; its not her fault fate decided to fuck with her), but when she found out, she tried to learn everything she could about babies.
Unfortunately, that all ended up being a waste of time as Riku defies everything that Cleria thought she had understood.
Instead of being an incoherent brat, Riku possesses intelligence and comprehension unnatural for his age. Before a month had passed, Riku had already learned how to japanese speak, though his still developing vocal cords and his lack of teeth made it hard to understand him at first.
The baby devil also figured out how to activate his magic at the age of one, something unheard of!
As you would expect, Cleria was extremely proud of Riku's achievements. Even though the Belial are known as one of the nicer clans, Cleria's other bloodline has been making enemies since the beginning of time. Riku needs to rise above everyone in order to protect himself, especially since he's a hybrid, and Cleria will make sure to protect him until he's strong enough.
This should be a mission tasked upon both the parents but...
...that bastard lost his rights to anything involving Riku the moment she found out he was conspiring behind her back with her archenemy... Touji Shidou...
Honestly, imagine giving someone the best sex of their virgin life and they don't even bother to mention that they work a callous, stuck-up, self-righteous–
"Balal-san, I never expected to find you in a place like this, I always thought your kind was allergic to the joy of youth."
Speak and he shall appear... isn't she supposed to be the devil!?
Cleria tore her attention from her groupies, who were now glaring daggers at the chestnut haired exorcist, in order to face the person she hated most in the world.
"Shidou-chan~, I would say it's a pleasure to see you again but I know how much you people hate lies."
- Bonus Chapter – Are we breaking up…? -
- Two years ago -
Masaomi Yaegaki is living the life he never thought he would have.
As an orphan in Vatican with a high affinity towards light, Masaomi was taken in by the church to be taught the ways of an evil slayer, under the tutelage of Touji Shidou. He quickly shone as a prodigy, mastering various arts at a high degree, but what he excelled at was stealth and espionage.
He was gifted with looks and charisma that made people trust him easily, his ability to deceive was something that could make devils of the old days cry in envy (ironic) and he could even suppress his presence to the point where it was as if he didn't even exist.
This skill set of his was why he was specifically requested by his master for a special mission while they tried to subjugate Kuoh from the devils. Shidou tasked with getting information on Cleria Belial by cutting himself off from the exorcist group and coming to her under the false pretenses of a friend.
Things started off well, as he went with the iconic meeting in a Café route… then everything got out of hand quickly. Cleria liked him alright, she wasted no time in really getting to know him.
Originally the exorcist was disgusted with sleeping with a devil, especially since he was a virgin before... but he continued on with the mission and as he did… things changed.
Cleria… wasn't what he expected. Deep down, Cleria was… surprisingly a sweet and caring woman, she even confided her secret as a devil to him and more once they got to know each better. It also didn't hurt that she was quite the beauty. All in all, Masaomi was in love… unfortunately his love took a turn for the worst as they... as they bore a child…
… He tried to use some form of protection but Cleria assured him that "devils don't get pregnant easily"… either they were extremely unlucky or Cleria was pulling his leg for the sake of creampies…
At first they freaked out, externally did Cleria more, pondering on how her half-breed child was going to survive the cruel devil society. While Masaomi appeared supportive, internally he was on the verge of breaking down… he impregnated a devil!
The idea of abortion disgusted both of them so they just ended up drowning their worries by focusing on the baby… and boy were they rewarded. Riku was the most adorable little thing Masaomi had ever seen in his life… that boy is going to become a real problem for the ladies when he grows up.
Nothing, not even the time he defeated his master for the first time after years of training could compare to the pride Masaomi felt for Riku, his smile could light up Masaomi's whole world… though it always looked more like smirk… a truly devilish one to say the least…
Ever since he first became an exorcist, Masaomi thought he was to forever hunt evil, the potential of a family never crossed his mind… and now that same evil had given him a family he never knew he needed... but with all the secrets he held, it was only a matter of time before truth revealed itself… his current predicament.
Masaomi was in the middle of his monthly mission report, using a secure network only available to his master's special unit, when he sensed the energy of a Stray Devil near him. Doing his job, he immediately went to go dispatch it but forgot to lock away his files on the laptop.
To be fair, he knew the stray devil would be quick work and he didn't know Cleria was leaving the Academy early.
Unfortunately, when he got back, she had already seen the mission report and the one before, and the one before that, and the one before that, and– well you get the point.
Now Masaomi was facing the full brunt Killing Intent of his lover, well former lover now I guess, as instead of the usual single pair of wings all devils are known to possess, Cleria was flexing out five pairs of midnight black bat-like wings.
Despite the myriad of emotions Masaomi was feeling at the moment, he couldn't help but ask one thing, "Are we breaking up…?"
End of chapter people, hopefully it was enjoyable for you, if not… whatever.
MC has lived 3 years and is only on level 3… pretty lazy. Despite being disadvantaged, he still could have been a lot stronger than he is now. Little does he know, his laziness will be his inevitable downfall, hehehehehehe~
Question of the chapter: Riku has a Sacred Gear, what do you want it to be and why? If it's a truly OP longinus like the True Longinus or Annihilation Maker, give really good reason.
*Keep in mind that I still have plans for Riku to steal the Boosted Gear from Issei.
If you'd like to influence my story decisions, please comment. I'll be happy to listen!