The melancholy life as an Immortal Demon

Volume 1 Chapter 3

Devils were real.

They were real and that was a fact that Issei Hyoudou couldn't wrap his head around. He sat inside a home at a table with his upper classmate Akira Ayuma. Behind him sprouted ten jet black wings clear as the void itself. His companions that accompanied him, Takao and Atago, drew out their wings as well. However they only had two regular sets unlike Akira. Issei could only do what any normal person could do in this situation.

He fainted.

"Great job, you broke him. Nyaa." Kuroka commented.

"And to think it only took two hours." Akira chuckled. "He certainly lasted longer than I thought. I was almost certain he'd faint after five minutes."

"At what point, would one would think that coming out and saying you were the original descent of the littleral Satan that anyone would have a normal reaction?" Takao asked, taking a sip of her tea.

"In my defense, I made the story as simple as possible to follow along."

"I am Beezable of the seven deadly sins. And you Issei hyoudou are now my faithful servant, I expect great results from you." Takao repeated his speech in a mocking tone.

"Okay, harsh but fair point." Akira muttered. "Could've been less dramatic you know."

"Driving home the point is one of my many qualities as a 'faithful servant' to you my lord." Takao emphasized with a cold stare.

"Duly noted." Akira spoke.

"Don't worry." Atago chimed in. "Takao-chan is just upset that he passed out without eating the rest of the food."

"It's sin against humanity to waste food. Especially when cooking for someone whom you don't know may or may not have an allergic reaction upon eating said food." Takao ranted.

Akira stared at the burned food presented in front of him. "I think anyone would be allergic to charcoal."

"What was that my lord?" Takao seethed. "You'd like seconds, I'm happy to oblige."

"I said no such thing!" Akira exclaimed panicky. "I love having my eggs cooked extra 'hard and crisp,' I love it, thanks!"

"That's what I thought!" Takao huffed.

Ugh!" Issei sat up, groggy as he rubbed his eyes. "I had the strangest dream."

"Did it involved banging at a prostitute?" Akira asked.

"What!? No! I mean that my last dream." Issei rambled. "There was this huge crazy red dragon talking about destiny and awakening,' mumbo jumbo. It was really weird, no idea what he was talking about."

"Did he had red blazing eyes, a huge ego. And huge craving for carnage and destruction." Akira asked.

"That last one was oddly specific. But yeah, pretty much why do you ask?" Personally, Issei would omit the carnage and destruction. But his classmate described the dragon perfectly.

"No reason." Akira dismissed. "It certainly is not because you have a dragon that could potentially destroy our world, that's trapped with your very soul. Because that would be ridiculous."

"You said something really scary just now." Issei commented.

"But not relevant at this moment." Akira waved off, dismissing Issei's concerned look. "What is relevant, that you awake that power that dwells within you."

"You mean the same power that could potentially destroy the world?" Issei conclude.

"That's semantic!" Akira huffed. "Now try to imagine the strongest being in existence that comes to mind. Copy there pose where they look the strongest."

"Are you serious?!" Issei exclaimed. He mildly embarrassed that he had to do this in front of two older ladies but he shifted his stance. It was Goku doing the Kamehameha. Hey, don't laugh! We've all done it at one point in our lives!

"Ugh! Of course it's gotta be Dragon Ball." Akira mutters. "Now close your eyes and imagine your entire being filled with demonic energy. Your power should awaken more naturally."

"Kamehameha!" Issei shouted. There was a bright flash of light that soon covered Issei's left arm. His arm covered by a red gauntlet with a jewel imbedded inside it. "Whoa! What the hell is this!"

Kuroka cough as she saw Issei sacred. 'What! A twilight critical!'

Akira said nothing, only smiled amuses at the situation. "That, Issei Hyoudou is sacred gear. Something that fallen angels grew fearful of." Akira explained. "And so the fallen angel known as Amano Yuuma, saw your Sacred Gear as a threat and killed you before you could awaken it."

"So that whole thing with Yuuma-chan was real?!"

"Yep." Akira nodded.

"And I died, But I was brought back! How!?" Issei asked.

"You know what's interesting about cats is that they have the ability to see the souls of humans." Akira stated. "Kuro-chan here saw your soul linger here after you pass on, and she brought you to me."

"So I was stabbed." Issei muttered.

"This is an evil piece." Akira held up a chest piece. "I used it to bring you back to life. It's like a Macguffin in a way. You only get one of these, and you almost wasted it. They cost me a small fortune, so don't die again, understand? There won't be any means in bringing you back a second time. In the meantime, it's time for some work."

"But I still have so many questions!" Issei spoke.

"Will be here all day." Akira scoffed. "This story won't be any fun if answered all of them. Takao-chan, my paperwork."

"Yes, my lord. Here you go." Takao fish out a flyer from with a stack of paper and handed to Akira.

"Thanks, Takao. You see Issei. We devils a sort of formal bond humans." Akira coughed. "We devils exist to fulfill the wishes of humans. By fulfilling contracts we gain mutual beneficiary."

"Like an income?" Issei wondered.

"Something like that." Akira shrugged. "But as it turns out, people aren't exactly keen with the idea of someone who is the descendants of the literal Satan himself walking around their home, so work has been somewhat scarce lately."

When Akira said that, a pile of flyers burst out of the closet all of the floor surprising Issei.

"That's where you, the new face, come in. Your job is to bridge the gap between humans and devils." Akira handed Issei a flyer. "Do a good enough job, and you might earn a promotion. Get a high high position in the devil society. And you can get your very own harem."

"A harem!" Issei jolted up, now fully paying attention.

"As I said before. We devil's grant wish based on one's desire" Akira spoke. "When you died that day. Your desire to be a harem king was what kept you bound to life. And soI brought you back with an opportunity to seize your dream. Thus our contract is formed. You, Issei Hyoudou are Devil now upon the house of Beelzebub."

"If I climb the devil hierarchy, I can have my own peerage right?" Issei asked.

"Given enough time and dedication. Yes, you can have your own servants."

"I-I can have sex with as well, right?"

"Sure. As long as it's with your servant, it should be fine."

"Ooooooooooohhhhhh! Hell yeah! Being a devil totally rocks!" Issei shouted at the top of his lungs. "Give me a job, any job! I'll completely no matter what! I wanna be surrounded by girls as soon as I can!"

"Cool, now off you go." Akira shooed him away. "Your client awaits you, you can't borrow my bike to get there in less than twenty minutes."

"Yes! I can't calm down anymore! I'm gonna be a harem king!" Issei ran out the door.

"Ufufu! Master, It's just like you said, 'I feel like having a little brother to after now'." Atago laughed.

"Right!" Akira nodded sagel. "You just want to spoil the newbie, but they gotta grow up at some point."

"Master, why didn't we just teleport him there to save time?" Takao asked.

"It'll waste more time with the abysmal amount of magic he has right now. There's nothing more we can do right now." Akira answered.

"Twilight Critical, but nose is rarely off." Kuroka muttered.

Akira smirks in response. "It's probably best it awakened like this. For now, we can hit them with the element of surprise!"

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Being a devil sucks so hard right now!" Issei pedals on his bike like he never peddled before. "Why couldn't I use magic to teleport there? Like instant transmission, or flying. I have wings, I can fly in the sky! But no! I gotta take the stupid bike like any other regular civilian!"

Issei cursed at the night sky. He was crying obviously, he thought of ways to show up his client that didn't involve a bike. And nearly all of them would end up with him being thrown in jail. One of his current contracts lived twenty minutes away from Akira home. If he was working a regular job that meant his client would be waiting twenty minutes for him to show up.

Being a devil sure is tough.

"Haaa! This is the place." Issei huffed. He pulled up to the old apartment complex. He wondered if he made his client mad for his tardiness. Oh well, he was here, might as well complete the contract.

*Knock!* *Knock!*

He knocked on the door. "Hello and good evening! I'm the errand boy from the house of Beelzebub-sama. You're the home that summoned us right?"

"Eeek! Who are you! Go away!"

Issei heard a soft and timid female voice coming from the door. There were some shuffling movements as she was probably panicking at the thought of a stranger at her doorstep

"I'm a newbie devil. I came here because I was summoned by you!" Issei explained.

"Don't lie! Devils don't knock on the front door! They come from the flyer! That's how it worked in the past! And the one I called for was Ayuma-sama!" The girl shouts.

Issei looks down at his contract only to find it originally belongs to Akira Ayuma, his quote on quote master, he left a message to him. It read, 'good luck, she's rather...explicit with her wishes.-Akira'

Issei groans.

"Yeah, sorry! Like I said, I'm kinda new to this! Apparently, I have very little magic to even activate the circle! I would, if I could!" Issei apologized.

"You could just be a pervert in disguise! Or solicitor, every knows there the devil's adversary! A pervy solicitor!"

"Rude! Now you're just making stuff up!" Issei shouted. Even if being a pervert was true. It was still harsh to be called that by a stranger. "I'm telling you, I'm a devil! Now open up already!"

"No, go away!" The girl opened the door reviewing her small frame and pale complexion. She wore baggy clothes, but it wasn't hard to tell she was a little on the petite side. She kept her hair pigtail fashion, with glasses that swirl around the frame. "If the devil really is at my door steps. Then I Asuka kujou shall banish thee, before I stab you with a silver sword!"

Issei chose his next words very carefully. "...I'm pretty sure silver only works on werewolves."

He chose poorly….

"What! Then what kills devils!?" The girl asked.

"Well, I-I can't speak for every devil, but spears seem to work on me pretty well." Issei admitted. Specifically, those made from light magic. But he didn't feel the need to include that bit.

"Note to self, by a silver spear off of Amazon." Asuka muttered.

"Can come in now?" Issei asked nervously. "Look I even got devil wings to prove am I devil. I'm here in the master place."

Issei showed off his wing to prove he was a devil. It was enough to convince the girl for him to come inside.

"Fine. Come in."

Issei wasn't quite sure what kind of relationship he had with his classmate. He knew Akira brought him back as a devil. And that Akira was the master and he was the servant. Beyond that, He wasn't given any orders other than to complete the contract. Meaning, he had the liberty to go about this at his own leisure.

"Oh, man! I wanted Ayuma-sama to visit today, not some substitute." Asuka whined.

"Sorry about that, he told me he had another client to take care of today." Issei explained.

Meanwhile five minutes early...

"Master...shouldn't you be taking on another contract right about now? We have more work available." Takao asked.

"In while," Akira patted to his left. "Now sit down relax, I just found the entire naked gun trilogy for dirt cheap. I wanna marathon it with someone."

Takao grumbled, but sat down next to Akira anyway. What? Her sister and Kuroka were working right now, they got to hang around their master all day. This was her chance to spend quality alone time, she was a woman with needs...Not soon after, they forgot about the movie at some point...and their clothes.

Present time….

"Though saying that now, for some inexplicable reason makes me want to punch him." Issei muttered. "By the way what were you going to wish for when you summon Akira?"

"This, I was gonna have him cosplay." Asuka brought out a firly looking sailor uniform. It looked familiar…

"And that is?"

"Momiji Sohma from fruit baskets! Doesn't he look similar, he's so adorable!" Asuka squeals.

Ah! It's no wonder his master passed the job along to him, explicits his ass! He just didn't want to deal with a cosplayer!

"I'm not familiar with Shōjo manga. Dragon ball is more my style." Issei admitted.

"You're missing out on a bunch of good series sticking to your niche like that." Asuka sighed. "It's always the same wherever I go. Why do I even bother?"

"Now hold on, I said I wasn't familiar with the genre. Not that I'm against it." Issei tried to reason.

"So if I named a few, you'd be able to recognize them?" The girl furrowed her eyebrows.

"Umm, sure? Why not."

"Yona of the dawn."

"Huh?" Issei sweat drops at this, shit! Fulfilling contract was harder than it looked.

"Maid-sama…"

"Ugh." That one vaguely sounded familiar to him.

"Sailor moon?" The girl sighed.

"Oh yeah, I totally watched that one!" Issei answered.

"Of course, everyone grew up with it." Asuka muttered. "How did you get into?"

"Their breast drew me in." Issei admitted with a serious tone in his voice.

"Oho! So you're a breast lover? Can't say I'm surprised these days." Asuka spoke with a pervy grin plastered on her face.

"You bet, breasts are packed with dreams!"

"Then you're the opposite of me! I was drawn in the series by their wonderful asses!" Asuka shouted.

Sniff! Sniff!

This girl actually understood him

"Whoa, dude! Are you crying!?"

"A fellow pervert who finally understands. I just so moved right now!" Issei exclaimed. "Tell me your wish, any wish! Under the name Beelzebub, I'll grant it to the best of my ability!"

"You say you'll grant my wish." Asuka said sternly. "Then I want a harem! Grant me a harem full of hot guys with sexy buns!"

"Sure just let me check real quick." Issei fishes out his portable device. Inputting her wish causes him to wince. "Oof! It's said in order to fulfill that wish, the price is your life. In other words, you'll die."

"I'll die!"

"Well, from my understanding my master said, the word 'Life' had several meanings behind it." Issei explained. "One of which is your litteral life that you live in currently. The other is the individual purpose behind why they live. In this case, to grant a wish is to take one's purpose away. To give is to take. The moment I grant your wish, you'll go blind as soon as they come to your sight."

"I'll go blind, just by looking at them!" Asuka leaned forward quite nervously. "But it's only because of their sheer sexiness, right?

"You wouldn't be able to tell if they're sexy not, you'll lose your vision upon their sight. Sucks, it's best just to avoid guys in general." Issei patted her shoulder. Asuka started crying.

"Waahhh! You're awful!"

"I'm the devil, it's what I do. Let's just talk about breast and booty till sunrise. It's the least I could do."

Asuka nodded while crying.

And so, Issei's first contract as a devil became invalid. But he made a lasting new friendship with his first client.

Afterwords…

"Mmm, Ah!" Takao moaned, she bit her lips trying to stifle her voice as Akira finished inside of her. She herself had a mini orgazm, groaning blissfully as his spurts of cum invaded her quivering pussy. She had lost count how many times they made love. But it was a quarter past seven in the morning, which meant they've spent the night going at it for six and half hours. She felt Akira collapse on top of her, landing face first to her vally of breasts using as a makeshift pillow, not the she mind in the slightest. She stroked his blond hair moving strains of his lock away from his eyes. "Master, the others should be returning soon. Wake up."

Akira groans flipping on his back. "Man, I wanted to even the score. Ending it on fifty-eight to seventy isn't cool. It can't believe you have much stamina after the hour of foreplay I gave."

"Well that's-" Takao's face flushed with embarrassment. "I wasn't sure if we were going to get another chance like this."

"To make love?" Akira asked. He wrapped his arms underneath her waist holding her tightly. "Ridiculous. I'll always find time to spend with my family."

"I'll need more convincing." Takao muttered back shocking Akira. "I don't mean to doubt you, but our family is growing. That means your attention is divided between us, it was fine when Atago and were the first to join you."

"Takao." Akira spoke softly.

"I don't mind sharing with my sister. But then Kuroka came along, and all of sudden I felt like there was no place between you, my sister, and Kuroka-"

Ah, she was jealous. It was bound to happen when you form a harem. Now, how do we ease her worry?

"Oi, Takao!?" Akira tried calling out to her again. But, she continued on.

"It's not to say I dislike her or anything like that." Takao waved off. "But I just have this uneasy feeling in my chest- Mmmh! Mmm.."

Takao was cut off by Akira lips meeting hers. He invaded her tongue to keep her from speaking. And worked like a charm. Akira pulled away as Takao was dazed by the sudden action.

"If my words won't convince you, then I'll prove it to you with my actions." Akira grins. "Just keep watching me. I won't let those feelings waver ever again. I'm the man who's gonna change this world after all."

Yes, there was that unyielding conviction she wanted to see. Her master was many things, but indecisive wasn't one of them. He never hesitates once he makes up his mind. The moment he decides to do something, he'll do it. So when he told her to watch him, that meant the world to Takao, right then and there she smiled.

"I love you."

"I love you, too." Akira replied. They leaned to kiss once more. Only to be interrupted by a laugh. Frozen in fear the both stiffen as a wave of killing intent washes over them.

"Ara, Ara...don't mind me, I only came back to issue my report." Atago stood by the door. Leering at them with a sadistic smile plastered on her face.

"So I don't suppose you wanna join in for a threesome?" Akira spoke meekly.

"Master!"

"I was...mostly kidding!"

"Takao, Master, I think it's time we had a little chat." Atago spoke closing the door behind her. The two gulp at the sudden shift in temperature. A mad Atago was a scary Atago.

Needless to say, this was a long morning for Akira and Takao.