I've found the even weirder pose to sit in the meantime.
So, Devil job coming, crazy priest coming, lots of curses too. Besides that just a normal, supernatural day in Hyoudou life.
Beted by Leragas.
{Albion out-loud / telepathically}
[Ddraig out-loud / telepathically]
(Electric and others)
Issei was in the classroom, waiting for his teacher to finish the classes' lecture. Behind him, Septimus was napping on the desk. The male nekomata didn't care about the teacher or Motohama and Matsuda's dagger-like glares sent at him. Issei's friends were mad at his brother because Septimus made his goal playing pranks on them, especially during their peeping sessions. Today the prankster glued the wall around the holes of girl's locker and stopped Issei before the brown-haired Devil could fall into his brother's trap. It ended with both perverts literally stuck to their spots when the angry girls arrived and the trick's author laughing his ass off while playing 'chivalrous knight'. Both guys were also pissed off at Issei and gave him the silent treatment when they've heard about him joining the Occult Research Club and because of Septimus warning his brother before he could fall into Septimus' pranks.
When the bell finally announced the end of the lesson, the brown-haired Dragon hybrid pushed his brother lightly to wake him. When his brother only gave him a weak stir and a muffled mutter, Issei sighed and smacked the sleeper's head. "Wake up, you lazy asshole."
Rubbing the smacked spot, Septimus raised his head, swaying some white strands of his eyes and replied quietly in an irate tone. "You're not the one who had to heal your arm from some shitty poison. Poison, that if some good-for-nothing fossil that likes to reside in our minds would for once be useful, wouldn't even be a problem."
"Or if we didn't use the Stray Devil as a training dummy and took her serious from the start then this wouldn't have had happened." Issei sighed once again. "How's your hand?"
"Better, but still numb." Septimus replied, flexing his left arm with a displeased face. For the rest of the walk, they were silent, except for some low groans escaping from Septimus.
Ten minutes later, they were before the doors to the old school building when Issei stopped. "What do you think, should we invite them to meet with Azazel since they know about most things by now? All this is happening on Gremory's territory, so I think that she should have some say in dealing with this. Especially now that we are a part of her peerage."
"Don't care. Do what you want." The Youkai rudely answered as he walked past his brother and sharply opened the doors.
Thinking whether or not warn his King about the leader of the Fallen Angels and get her to meet him, the pawn of the Gremory followed his brother through the halls. As they entered the clubroom, they were met with the whole Peerage doing their things and Rias filling some papers. "Hello everyone." Issei waved to the rest of the club.
"... Mmm." Septimus barely acknowledged the others and without any other reaction, he walked to his place on the sofa right next to Koneko. Hanging his head over the backrest he closed his eyes and stopped moving.
His behavior earned him a weird look from everyone, not that it had any effect on him. Issei used to his mood swings, just sat opposite his brother. "Don't worry about Sep, he's always grumpy when he's tired or angry. Right now, it's both since he's also out of magic."
"Magic? But I thought that you didn't use any yesterday. Maybe except that running in the air at the end. Actually, what was that? I'm sure he wasn't flying or levitating." Rias raised her head from the documents and fixed her glasses. At the same time, Akeno rose from her place and gave Issei a cup of tea.
"Thanks, Akeno-senpai." The Dragon hybrid gladly took a sip. "It's really good." He said with a smile to the black haired beauty and turned to the crimson haired one. "It's a simple trick that Sep came up with, Buchou. He explained to me that when you change the pressure of air in a specific place, it can become 'solid' and therefore can be stepped on. That's not what made him this way though, that would be purging the poison from yesterday's Stray. Just let him be and he'll be back to his normal self in a jiffy."
"Oh, that's good. I want to once again congratulate all of you swift job again since none of you got seriously hurt. The Archduke also wanted to apologize to us for the incomplete information and compliment us for dealing with them. He said that the next time they give us a stray hunt mission, they will make sure to give us accurate details." Rias praised her servants with a proud face, as her Queen sat back with a smile after being praised.
Koneko, as usual, was eating some sweets with her impassive face and looked between the two brothers. "...You two are strong." She just said and took another candy.
"I have to agree with Koneko-chan. I'm sure that you will be worthy comrades and part of Gremory clan. Yesterday's hunt clearly showed that you are more than capable to protect our King." Concurred the blond Knight, sending Issei smile that instantly made the Dragon hybrid want to punch him.
"Ara ara, we have such powerful and cute new members. I just want to play with them a little." Akeno joined them and spoke with an alluring voice. She slowly moved closer to Issei, giving him a generous view of her large breasts.
As the Half-Dragon glued his eyes to them with more than a satisfied smile, his brother instantly sat straight at Queen words and moved closer to the younger girl next to him. "Koneko-chan, don't let her get me. And for sure don't let her 'play' with me."
Their reactions made rest of the group laugh, even Koneko got a small smile. It was like Hyoudous brought fresh air to their life as they joined their little family. "Akeno, stop teasing your juniors. I planned to give you your first contracts yesterday but we were interrupted. So, you both can have the extra contracts." Informed Rias as she smiled contently since her Pawn and Bishop seemed to fit perfectly in her family.
Getting his focus off Akeno's body as she slowly moved away, Issei asked. "But Buchou, aren't we supposed to be, you know, handing out leaflets first?"
"Ah, that. Don't worry about that. With your power level, you can just skip on the handing out process. We'll get you familiars on the next full moon." Rias informed with a wave of her hand.
"Ah, is that so." Issei then made up his mind. "Buchou, I need to tell you something, it's about the Fallen in the area. You see, Azazel will be coming to our house to give us the information so we can deal with them. As members of your peerage and since you're the protector of this town, I think you should at least receive an invitation to come to our house to receive the information too and meet the members of the family."
Surprised Rias took off her glasses and looked at her Pawn. "You're saying that the leader of the Grigori himself will come here? Is he going to deal with those rouge Fallen?" Hearing them talking, Akeno visibly stiffened, clearly not fond of the idea of Azazel being so close.
"To be clear, it's not the first time that that old crow came here. Before, back when I lived here, he was freeloading on our dinners quite often." Came from Septimus, who was again in his previous position.
Rubbing her temples, Rias imagined one of the biggest threats to the Devils just showing up in her city to eat for free and sighed tiredly. "Alright, we'll meet with Azazel and your family. So just rest for now and in a few hours, you'll take care of your contracts and then we'll have dinner with the Governor General." She said, not believing this situation, as Issei quickly wrote a message to Elaine about more guests coming to their house.
DxD
Issei appeared with red flash in a room full of manga, figurines, and others typical otaku accessories. After Rias agreeing to join them on a dinner they just talked about themselves and basically tried to know each other better. When the time finally came for them to go meet their clients, Rias told them the other minor details about forming contract and sent them off, wishing them successful contracts.
"You're not Koneko-chan." Came from behind him.
Turning around, the devil noticed a skinny man in glasses with long hair looking at him with a displeased face. "Yes, sorry about that, but Koneko-chan is so popular that she had a few other clients and I'm here in her place."
"Hahaha, yeah, I don't think so. Go away and bring back Koneko-chan." The client answered without second to think and tried to push Issei out.
"I'm sure that we can work something out. What did you want to ask Koneko-chan?" The teen, not wanting to fail his first summoning, twisted out of his way and tried to convince the man to let him stay.
He looked at Issei for a moment, then took out girl's school uniform and said something that made Issei's hope instantly drop. "I wanted her to wear this."
DxD
"Urgh, I just want to get this done... Of course, I just had to land outside. Fuck my luck." Septimus complained after he got out of the teleportation circle. With a short glance, he walked to the house he landed in front of and knocked loudly. "Hello! Anyone order a Devil here? Sorry, had little slip with the teleportation." He asked through the open doors. Without thinking, he walked inside.
The whole house was silent as he made his way deeper, looking for the person that summoned him here. When he saw light coming out from one of the rooms, he opened the doors and entered. "One Devil, just as requested..." He started but instantly stopped when the smell of blood hit him. Looking around, he saw an abused corpse pinned to the wall in the shape of a reversed cross.
CRASH
Right after Septimus stepped into the room and spoke, two shots came at him without a sound, one of them embedding itself in a wall behind him.
"Argh, motherfucker!" He screamed in pain as he dodged first one, but the second hit his right arm. Midair, he aimed his other hand towards where bullets came from and sent there a fireball, but because of the numbness in his arm, he missed the shooter standing in the corner.
"Depends on whose mothers they are, shitty Devil-kun. And it looks like your aim just as shitty as your luck today."
A young male with white hair walked toward the center of the room, his two guns facing Septimus who had his magic circles facing the man, making a Mexican standoff. The man pointing his pistols was in a priest garb and had a deranged smile on his face. "How do you like my special bullets?" He asked with a melodious voice as if trying to sing.
Feeling the light burning in his arm Septimus spat out and cursed anyone who put him in these situations one after another. He turned his shining eyes towards the priest and answered sarcastically. "They are as splendid as fuck. Now, who the fuck are you, nutjob?"
"Oh, this Devil has a dirty mouth. I, you little scum, am Freed Sellzen. An Exorcist that loves to kill shits like you, make them suffer and cleanse the world of your existence. Not that it will be much of a use for you when I'll kill you in a moment." The priest introduced himself with an ironic nod.
"And this poor guy? What has he done, to make you do this to him, sicko?" Asked the black haired teen with a short glance at the body, watching every move of the weird priest and ready to act at the slightest twitch of a muscle.
"Him? Everyone who depends on Devils is just as rotten as they are and deserve the same fate. I'm impressed that you didn't even blink, fucktard, but what do you think? Nice greeting?" Freed explained with a sickening smile as he licked barrel of one of his guns.
Looking him in the eye, Septimus snorted and smiled a little with pity towards the exorcist. "You know, this kind of horror stopped being in fashion years ago. If you really wanted to scare someone coming in here, you should've left some drops of blood on the floor going to the dead guy, face him towards the turned TV- which is turned on- so I have to come closer to him and turn him, where I'd see him killed with something simpler, like a slashed throat or maybe a headshot. But this botchery will only make someone puke. And writing this with blood... ..I mean, who the fuck puts 'punishment for sinners' on the damn wall.. ...what were you thinking, idiot?" He ended with a dry laugh.
"What the fuck do you think, criticizing my masterpiece here! I'll paint the rest of the room in your blood, you shithead!" Sellzen roared at him with rage.
Septimus eyed the exorcist for a moment and then a sinister smirk crawled on his face. "Oh, you're so on, cunt!"
"Rat fuck!"
"Bitch!"
"Whoreson!"
"Twit!"
Both of them were throwing insults each other, just waiting for the slightest opportunity to kill another. That is until a blonde nun unexpectedly entered the room and drew their attention. "Father Freed, I... Iyaaaaa!" She started, but suddenly screamed terrified.
"What?!" Both males shouted in unison, turning to the crying girl. They saw her staring at the nailed corpse. "Thank you, that's the reaction I wanted to hear! See?! I told, this scene is scary, buttslut!" Screamed with mad grin ecstatic Freed.
"She doesn't count, you degenerate. Just look at her, even simple blood mark would scare this little wimp." Septimus retorted with a sneer. Then he looked again at the girl, scanning her with his eyes. "Wait a moment, I know you. You're that clumsy nun Issei talked about. Asia something, with Twilight Healing, am I right?"
"I-I-Ise-san...?" Asia stuttered, drawing her eyes from the dead man to Septimus.
"Oi, you two know each other, dickhead?" Cut in Freed with a suspicious glare.
"More like a friend of a friend- or friend of a brother. My brother helped her and they talked a little." The reincarnated devil answered carelessly. "Nothing changed, your work is a shit and in bad taste, Padre Pederasta."
"You dickless faggot!" He shouted and started shooting at Septimus. "Die! Die! Die!" With every sent bullet, Freed repeated this one word.
Without time to create a barrier with only one hand, Septimus darted sideways. Running and dodging projectiles, he sent another fireball at the priest, but because of his numb arm, Freed easily sidestepped it. Laughing through his 'mantra', the crazy priest kept firing bullets, breaking the house further and sending splinters everywhere around. "Fuck!" Septimus swore and skid a little. "Alright, playtime is over." The youkai spoke in a low voice, his eyes becoming orange lights as shadows swirled around him. "Let's see how you manage with this, nutbag."
Shadows easily stopped the priest's bullets, throwing them harmlessly on the floor. Then, some of it formed an edge, that came with lightning speed at Freed, slashing him over the face. "Arghhhh!" An inhuman howl came from the exorcist as he dropped one of his guns and covered the place where a moment ago was his eye. But he didn't have time to cry, as right after the first one followed another shadow 'blade', that dispersed when he shot it.
Septimus just stood amid the darkness, with emotionless eyes looking at the wounded enemy. When his second one was stopped, the shadow mage raised his hand and sent a few others toward the priest. As they neared him, Freed, with the hand that covered his destroyed eye, whipped out something that looked like sword handle. Instantly it shot out a beam of light that cut the shadows. Seeing more of them forming around the Devil, Freed did the only thing that could save him.
"Stop it!" He shouted, holding the light sword at Asia's throat when he appeared next to her. With blood flowing out of his ruined face and staining nun's habit, the crazy priest was pointing his gun at the swirling darkness. "Drop that weird magic, or this little slut will earn a second breathing hole, monster."
"...You're lucky that I hate when innocents die around me. Leave her and get out of here, you spineless craven." After a moment of silence, a voice devoid of all emotions came from the shadows, as the 'blades' around the Exorcist disappeared.
"Oh no, she's coming with as my policy. I need her to be sure that shitwad like you won't kill me the moment I turn my back." Freed brought his blade closer to Asia, drawing a small, bleeding line. With tears running down her face, the small nun stared helplessly into the shining orbs.
"Be it your way. But know one thing, mongrel, if you hurt her, someone really mad will make you suffer." Septimus spoke again in the same voice. The shadows slowly lessened. As emotions finally returned on the teen's face, he looked at small nun with a smile, feeling a weird need to comfort her. "Don't worry. If one thing can be said about Issei, is that he is fiercely loyal to his friends. And you are one of them, so just wait for him a little." With that, he summoned crimson circle and teleported back to the club.
DxD
Issei sat back in the Club, after informing Rias about results of his first summoning. The client, named Morisawa, turned out to be a great fan of the Dragon Ball series and after short while they ended in a fierce discussion about the best episodes, favorite characters etc. Morisawa almost flipped over when Issei showed him his wings and changed his hands into claws, only for the older man to start to poke his scales and shower him with questions about them. Fortunately, both of them agreed that Issei shouldn't show his fire, but during all of this, both of them forgot to form the contract, which ended with the young Devil explaining to his King why he came back empty-handed.
"I wonder how Septimus' doing on his job?" Asked Issei to no one in particular.
As if those words were some kind of cue, said teen appeared in the red circle. When the light died down, everyone saw Septimus with shadows that cling onto him and a bleeding arm...
"I'm back. Sorry, but no contract here." He dropped, moving towards his spot on the couch.
Whole room stared at him as he spoke like everything was normal. "What happened to you?!" They shouted.
"Showed up at the client's house, got shot in the arm, started a cursing auction with a crazy Exorcist, met Issei's new friend, took priest's eye but had to let him go when he threatened to kill her. Can someone take care of the bullet that got stuck there? I'd do it myself, but it's hard with one stiff hand." He summarized with a bored tone and pointed at the hole in his arm.
Issei gave the rest meaningful look and they quickly understood that it was another of Bishop's grumpiness. As Akeno tended to his wound, Rias wanted to gain more information, but Septimus was faster. "Senpai, I'll explain everything in detail, but please, let me do this at the dinner. It's too long to repeat this to everyone again and again."
"Then let's go meet Ise and Sep's family as soon as Akeno finishes."
"Buchou, before we go, I have to warn you. Our family can be called quite... extraordinary." Issei thought about some of the possible situations that would happen to the ORC in their house and how his siblings would look in front of his Peerage.
"Don't worry, I'm sure that they're wonderful." And so Rias taunted fate.