Don't Own DxD or any of the other shows, Only The Oc
'thought'
"Speech"
"Powerful/large and loud Creatures Speaking"
"Tvs, Radios, and Text via book or newspaper... when those are around..."
Ever since I was young... I knew I had descended from greatness... it never really dawned on me just how hard it would be to follow said greatness. The expectations placed upon you are sky high. And none of your achievements are ever acknowledged... it's merely a result of your parents. I have pride in my family, yet... it becomes just so difficult to bear.
"Rizevim. Put my son down." A black haired man with a restrained and quiet voice commands idly.
*SSSSSSS*
The ground beneath the man's feet hisses and bubbles, his purple gaze staring forwards.
He wears a black suit and has short ear-length hair, he looks to be in his twenties perhaps, maybe younger, but the age of supernatural creatures is a little difficult to estimate as most merely look as if they are young forever.
The man holding me by the back of my shirt simply lets out a scoff, demonic power crackles around his hand as smirks and brings his hand close to my neck. "I don't think you are in any position to order me around, Decarabia."
"Aren't I?" He idly questions with a raised eyebrow. "The last time I checked I was at least ten to twenty times stronger than you, Child of Lucifer."
My body shakes as the man brings his hand closer to my neck. "I would refrain from making remarks like that, Decarabia... unless you want me to snuff the life out of your little Halfbreed brat."
"You are going to give me and my army access to the other worlds. We shall show them all true devil supremacy not your pathetic little peace."
"Is that all?" My father questions.
"…" the satan descendant behind me seems a little surprised at my father's casually dismissal of his demands.
"You kidnap my son, whip me into a blinding boiling rage, and amassed this paltry army, proclaiming that you are going to rule the multiverse... Merely to stroke your fragile ego? Your purpose? Meaning? You have neither. You want to raid worlds for 'fun'. For 'the lols' and because you are bored. To tell you the truth, you impress me, Rizevim... I'm impressed by how pathetic you are. You stood in this exact spot thirty five minutes and fifty six seconds ago."
The black haired man swipes his hand downwards once.
My back feels wet... then suddenly dry as I am wrapped in loving caring arms, my face pressed into my father's chest as I sob, more terrified than I had ever been in my short three year life.
"Shhhh." My father soothes, casting a glance to the numerous Old Satan faction of devils hovering about the air. "You're okay... you're okay now."
He raises his other hand and snaps his finger... suddenly the world is covered in a warm soothing light.
And then the sky is empty.
He gently rubs the back of my head. "I'm sorry I couldn't be here sooner. You did good to be so brave!"
He wipes my tears with a finger and gives me a small smile. "It takes a big strong man to stare down the likes of Rizevim with no fear."
My shaking breath hitches as I try to get my tears under control. He's right. Big strong boys don't cry.
"Lazarus... it is okay to be scared... to be weak... the thing is, you shouldn't stay weak. Learn from your mistakes, train, grow stronger. The victor writes history so strive to be that victor. I'll always believe in you."
My father may not be able to be around much due to his position... yet... at the end of the day, the times that he is are the best moments of my life...
"Come now." He smiles. "Your mother says that you have discovered a fun new show... want to watch an episode or two?"
"Y-Yeah!"
Heat flows across my body as a blue haired woman with butterfly-like wings flutters behind me, at the moment, she is barely a foot tall.
In my hand, a hammer is clutched.
"With each strike, you imbue the sword with some of your own mana." The fairy lectures as I pound the hammer downwards in uniform and even pattern, gently lengthening a white-hot piece of metal with each slam.
"Good, Good. Just like this." The woman nods dutifully as she crosses her arms.
"When forging a weapon, it isn't about speed, yet you should go too slow." The fairy announces.
I continue hammering the metal as the fairy flutters about the room, after around thirty minutes I have managed to create a long dual edged blade.
I lift it slowly and observe that it is straight, then I dunk it in a trough of magical oil, multihued flames dance across the surface of the oil as the sword is brought down in temperature, I assume these flames are pretty hot, even as they dance across my forearm, but to a might descendant of Decarabia? These are nothing."
"Wonderful!" The fairy cheers as she flutters over and hugs the side of my head. "I knew you could do Lazarus!"
"Thank you for your guidance mother." I smile as I bow my head slightly.
"Hnnnn I'm your mother!" The fairy pouts. "Stop being so proper around me!"
"Isn't it right to show respect to your teachers?" I mutter in quiet confusion.
"Normally yes, but I'm your mother!" The fairy scoffs as she lands atop my head.
"Alright... thank you so much, mom!" I grin up at the fairy who smiles brightly and rubs my face with her hands. "You're so cute!"
She flips forwards and flutters into the air. "Alright, so the blade has been saturated with fey magic, that makes it a perfect vessel for enchantments! Let me teach you a few."
With a flash she grows in size, eventually eclipsing my height by a head or two.
The fact that she is currently in her maximum height is... a little depressing...
As I, her own child, am not all too much shorter than her at a mere seven years old.
"Hnn." She hums suddenly. "Actually, why don't I teach you about Fey magic first! Your ditzy mother sort of forgot that it is needed to use her enchantment method. Teehee~ why don't you lay the sword on the rack over there and we can get practicing!"
My index and middle finger swipe down the length of a short sword like the strokes of a master artist wielding a paintbrush, wherever my hand touches, swirling glowing orange marks are left behind on the side of the blade.
As my fingers reach the tip, the blade ignites with a crackling orange inferno.
I look over the flaming blade and swipe my fingers through one of the magical characters, with a flash the fire changes color to a deep blue.
I alter another symbol and the heat the blade was giving off transforms into a chilling cold.
Ice slightly crackles over my finger as I slash through that last alteration, returning it to a warm heat that thaws the uncomfortable chill.
"You're getting oh so good at that." My mother compliments from atop a miniature sofa sat upon a nearby shelf.
"Thanks!" I smile brightly as with a wave of my hand the runes disappear.
She hops off the couch and floats over to me, patting the top of my head. "So~ do you know what today it?"
I blink up at her in confusion. "The day dad gets off work and can spend time with me?"
"Well, yes, but... it's your BIRTHDAY silly!" The fey giggles while gently booping my nose. "Don't tell me you forgot!"
"Oh right." I mutter. "So, it is the day Dad gets off of work and can spend time with me... the whole day."
"Yes. Yes it is." The fairy smiles as she lands atop my head.
A teleportation circle appears in the middle of the room, drawing my attention immediately.
*FLASH*
"DAD!" I excitedly exclaim as the black haired main appears before me.
I pause as I notice someone standing beside him, a girl, roughly my age, with short snow-white hair that has streaks of black throughout, she has pale skin, and grey eyes, though, the most striking thing about her appearance is the X shaped red markings that are seemingly her pupils, standing out within her grey iris.
"Who's that..." I blink quietly.
"Lazarus~" the man hums as she steps over and picks me up, spinning me slightly as holds me with one arm. "So, how's the birthday boy?"
The blue haired fairy flutters over to him and kisses his cheek.
"I'm good!" I grin. "Mom taught me how to use fey magic to enchant stuff!"
"Oh, that fun." The man hums. "I could never really understand that stuff, plus you sort of had to be a fairy to even make use of it... with it maybe you'll even surpass me one day!"
"I doubt it." I quietly mutter while looking away.
My father's smile falls slightly. "So, have you thought about what you want for your birthday?"
"Not really... I have basically everything I want..." I state neutrally.
"What about a peerage?" My father questions.
"I guess I don't really have any peerage members yet, but I sort of wanted to wait until I was a bit stronger-" I reply quietly only to pause and stare at the girl who is stood there with her hands folded behind her back.
"Noooow you're getting it~" my father hums as he sits me down, gently grabbing my hand and leading me over to the girl. "Lazarus, this is Arlecchino, I found her while I was looking around the world of Teyvat... I saved her from a tough spot, and she agreed to serve you in exchange for food and a place to stay."
His gaze strays to the girl. "Arlecchino, this is Lazarus, my son and your new master."
She bows her head slightly. "Greetings, young master, my name is Arlecchino, but since that is a bit of a mouthful you can call me either Arlec or Chino for short."
"Okay?"
"I look forwards to serving you, Master." The girl smiles.
"Thank you Arlecchino. I will be sure to take good care of you while you are under my wing."
A wooden sword swishes through the air as I attack a white and black haired girl, she struggles to keep up with the force of my attacks, her hands quiver as her exotic eyes dart around the surroundings, looking for any possible opening.
With two quick swipes her defense is opened up, the wooden blade nearly flying from her grip as I shift the grip on my own and swiftly initiate my next attack.
The wooden sword arcs up to her throat, stopping an inch from it as she staggers back, falling into a seated position a short distance away as her eyes widen.
"You are getting better every day, Chino." I complement the girl as I offer her a hand.
She takes it and allows herself to be pulled to her feet.
"Thank you, Young Master." The girl replies.
She notices my frown, causing the corners of her mouth to twitch upwards.
A girl quickly dashes over to the two of us, she appears to be a nun, wearing a pinkish klobuk with parts that that resemble rabbit ears, a cape, and angel wings, the piece of cloth itself seems to have two eyes and a mouth, its expression mirroring the girl's own slightly concerned one as she continues rushing forwards.
She has long silver hair, most of it contained under her white and gold Nun's habit. She has silver eyes with black crosses instead of pupils, pale skin, and wears knee high white boots with gold trim, then a frilly white petticoat.
As she comes to a stop her dress flutters upwards, showing off her white panties, much to her immediate embarrassment as she slaps a hand downwards with a blush.
In her other hand she wields a golden trident-like weapon with noticeable diamond-like prongs on the each of each tip.
"Do ether of you need any healing?" She questions as she looks in between us.
"No, I'm fine, what about you, Arlecchino?" I question my first peerage member.
"I am fine as well." The girl nods as she turns to the nun and bows her head slightly. "Thank you, Blanc."
there's a small ruffling noise as an extremely tiny girl peeks out from under the white haired girl's headwear, letting out a tired yawn as she takes off into the sky.
She is roughly nine inches tall, has pale skin, and blonde hair tied up in a pony tail with two long strands of hair on each side of her face. There are a few red markings on her face, one on each cheek and one across the bridge of her nose.
She wears a green turtleneck tank top that shows off her midriff and has green booty shorts. Around her neck is a chain that holds a tiny golden bell
At her back are four tiny insect-like wings.
On her left thigh is a heart shaped tatoo with an arrow through it,
"Ah! Bossmon!" She grins as she flutters forwards and lands on my shoulder, her hands being propped on her hips. "I knew you would be the winner!"
"Yes, Belle, I did win." I nod slowly. "But Chino is growing quite swiftly. When she first came here she was barely considered a low class... even with her sacred gear... but now she is reasonably close to medium class."
The white and black haired woman bows her head slightly. "Thank you, Master."
"It was all your own efforts. You don't have to thank me fore anything." I reply with a quiet headshake.
Tinkermon, and Sistermon Blanc are my two familiars... father got them for me as compensation for Arlecchino's sacred gear not being up to the 'quality' of the ones my siblings got in their first peerage members.
Father has these sorts of habits... he gives each of his children their first peerage member, more often than not with them having a sacred gear, he finds them a good first familiar, then he gives each and every one of his children a sacred gear. Typically on their sixteenth birthday, but he makes exceptions.
*FLASH*
"Hn?" I hum idly as a Decarabian magic circle appears on the ground behind me.
My father appears with a dull flash.
"Lazarus." He smiles. "Father?! This is sort of unexpected."
"I haven't got much time until my next meeting, but there's something I wanted to tell you."
He grins down at me as he ruffles my hair. "I know you are the type to want to go on adventures... and there's something I want to say... in three years time, I will be creating a team of researchers to go out and explore worlds in my place, and... at the head of that little research team, I shall be putting one of you younger children."
I stare for a long moment.
"So, train up, Lazarus, as the youngest you'll need to work really hard to catch up with your brothers and sisters." He finishes with a wink and a peace sign. "Anyways, gotta go!"
He disappears with a flash.
"…" I stare into the place he just left.
I could... go to other undiscovered worlds to research?!
This could be mind-numbingly dangerous. I have seen the quality of strength that comes out of Remnant, not a single person I have seen from there has been under medium class strength, and those that rise to ultimate class is scarily common. The pokemon within their own world has strength ranging from common magical pest to literal deities and the ones from the digital world reach ultimate class merely with age...
In the past three years since Teyvat has been connected to the Interdimensional city, Verth, I haven't seen much of them, but it's likely that they also have a quite a few powerful beings.
Going out to research other worlds is clearly incredibly dangerous... I could easily die...
But...
In those worlds I won't feel the weight of my relatives.
No connections. No expectations.
A world where I'll be known as Lazarus Malthus... not 'Gaius Decarabia's Nineteenth Child'.
A place where I can flesh out my peerage unopposed, where I can make friends without them merely wanting to get on my father's good side.
A world where I can make a name for myself... and stand proudly before my father.
A job where I'll be able to see my father more than I am currently able to.
"Change of plans, Arlecchino, Belle, Blanc." I quietly announce as I slowly turn to face the three girls. "We are intensifying our training..."
*CLANG CLANG CLANG*
With a spin, my leg lashes out, smacking into the stomach of my knight.
She grunts and slides back through the dirt as I lunge forwards and lock blades with her once more.
She cringes under the force of my blows as I continue to advance, with a sudden slide I drop to the floor and sweep the multicolor haired girl's legs out from underneath her.
She pauses at my sword pointed at her face as she lets out a tired pant.
I slowly sheath my blade at my hip as I frown, reaching down and helping the girl up.
Three years of training...
I am sixteen now.
The day my father decides who will next be leading world research has arrived.
The entire multiversal supernatural species federation is excitedly watching who will be selected.
Apparently, those who get chosen will not be going alone...
If I'm chosen, I, of course, can bring my familiars and servant, but I'll be accompanied by two others.
The first, some unimportant fallen angel, apparently some four-winged girl who was reincarnated into an angel from Remnant, and the other a six-winged angel who appears to be a newer generation angel.
This is a bit of a bummer, as that means I'll have competition... the angel will bring their card suit, and the fallen will bring her Disk Set.
Thus, the angel will be able to reincarnate people into her 'Queen, Jack, Ace' and all that, while the fallen will be able to revive people into her 'Healer', 'Mage' 'Tank', or what other classifications they have.
We are to be tested on several things, firstly the capability to catalogue our observations in an easy-to-understand manner, something that I have been personally working on in my off time, the ability to research unidentified objects, and thirdly our combat ability.
Believe it or not, the third aspect is less important than the prior two, but it is still a factor.
I take a deep breath and slowly exhale. "Do you think that I'm ready Arlecchino?"
"I believe that you are ready as you could ever be, Young Master." The girl slowly nods, her x shaped pupils straying across my body.
She raises a hand and with a pulse of magic, my clothes are straightened, the dirt and sweat from our previous scuffle being removed utterly.
"Thank you, Chino." I smile.
"I am happy to be of assistance." The girl nods with a slight bow.
My shoulders slump as I turn and walk away, my two familiars and my knight slowly following after me. 'hoo boy. Let's get this over with.'
I glance around the room.
There aren't many people here... but more than I expected.
Around the room are several people, the first, a girl with short black hair and purple eyes, my one current rival. She's three years older than I am and is the daughter of Sona Sitri, an ultimate class devil who runs most of the schools within the interdimensional city Verth, the next is a blonde boy with red glowing eyes, a small smirk resting on his face, Schuld Tepes, my half brother with my father's Queen, Valerie Tepes.
The final member here is a girl with short red hair and purple eyes, Seris Gremory, whose mother is Rias Gremory.
"You all have been given an artifact to observe and write a report upon. You will be graded upon many factors... factors which we shall be keeping to ourselves. Please write from the heart." The woman at the front of the room begins.
She reeks of summoning magic, so it is more than likely a person my father conjured to oversee this test.
I look down at a sword sat on the table in front of me, my eyes skim it as I cup my chin.
The observer seems to note something down when most of the group simply grabs up the object they were given and looks it over.
Foolish, as these could have very well been cursed.
The sword in front of me isn't very long... it's a lightly curved short sword with a single edge. The handle is green in color with a golden pommel, the handguard is slightly angular in shape with a strange emblem upon it. A circular looking eastern dragon made of spheres eating its own tail.
The blade itself is in two parts, the sharp part a deep silver, while the unsharpened part is a deep mossy green color with numerous grooves carved within it.
With a wave of my hand, I begin to decipher its magical signature and begin noting what I find.
It is cursed... let me just disable that really fast.
The curse doesn't really fit with the rest of the blade so it is probably something my father slapped on it in order to test us as it really doesn't seem to be all too life threatening.
It's a curse which prevents the target from turning left forcing them to spin right if they ever wanted to turn.
I quietly suspend the curse and begin to look at the real meat and bones of the sword-
'holy shit...'
This enchantment is fucking incredible...
With this sword, the holder can create a clone of themselves that has a perfect fifty percent power of the main body...
In addition, you can summon more clones, yet that fifty percent split of power is evenly placed between each clone. So, ten clones would hold five percent of your maximum power, and two would hold twenty-five.
My eyes skim the sword as I make sure to mentally note each and every little aspect of the enchantment.
'hn? A demon sword? Its aura is quite tame for one of those.'
I quickly begin writing my findings down on the sword, briefly pausing to check the date on my hard light screen projecting watch.
Report #1-A.
Subject: Object Observation: Clone Sword (Original Name Unknown)
Date: 1/4/2046
The 'Clone Sword' is a 27-inch single edged curved short sword of demonic origin which has numerous magical properties. From what I can see on the blade, the minute scratches in the magically hardened metal and the chips in the edge, the 'Clone Sword' appears to have had a long history of conflict with beings which- according to the force it would require to leave these sorts of marks on a weapon of this quality- were of at least ultimate class in strength, potentially even stronger.
The 'Clone Sword' seems to hold numerous magical properties within it, first and foremost, it seems to have had quite a strange curse placed upon it that renders anyone who makes contact with the blade unable to turn right. The strange enchantment is so out of place and shoddily tacked on, I believe that this curse was placed upon the blade at a later date by the one who had found the blade. I have temporarily restrained the curse to prevent it from affecting the wielder as it is a slim possibility that I was incorrect in my deduction that that the curse didn't belong, the seal upon the curse shall remain in place until someone wishes to further check it with more resources.
'Clone Sword' has increased sharpness and durability, far beyond what you would normally see within a magical sword, I would go as far to say that its durability may even be comparable to that of Galatine. In addition, I have discovered a strange aura that flows around the weapon, appearing to be that of demonic origins, placing the 'Clone Sword' as a Demonic Sword, however it is unusual amongst demonic swords as its aura feels quite restrained and calm.
Finally, the key ability of the 'Clone Sword', which is why I have called it as such in the first place, this blade has the extraordinary ability to create a clone- or clones- of the wielder. this effect merely costs a little magical power from the wielder, an inconsequential amount when compared to the feat this sword manages. The clones created from this effect have strength equal to half of the wielders, yet with each clone this power is further divided. Two clones will result in both being 25 percent as strong as the wielder, four will result in clones with 12.5 percent. Ten will create clones that are 5 percent of the wielder's strength, and so on. Theoretically this sword can create an infinite number of clones, yet with the power being divided with each clone, I doubt the increased numbers wouldn't mean much provided the wielder isn't someone whose strength is comparable to that of my father's.
In conclusion I would call this blade potentially one of the strongest weapons that the federation knows of, its power merely being magnified by its wielder. It will be quite dangerous if it falls into the wrong hands so perhaps it would be better to put it in a place where someone could keep a close eye on it.
- Lazarus Malthus
I nod slowly at my report and stand.
Looking to the woman who is now stood over my desk.
I offer the paper to her. "I am finished with my report."
A couple of the others who are still very much working on their own items look over in surprise, some with the added benefit of minor curses, one of my siblings is now purple, the other has a limp arm, the third appears to have actually noticed the curse before making any moves and is silently writing her own report.
The woman before me looks over the paper and nods once, picking up the demonic clone sword and gesturing to the door. "You may wait outside; I will come and retrieve you once the others have finished their work."
I not quietly and leave without another word.
After around twenty minutes, my half-sister steps out of the room, the Sitri devil, Sirna Sitri.
She looks over to me, an impassive look in her eye that slowly shifts to a competitive gaze.
We don't say any words to each other as we silently wait.
"Lazarus... it has been a while since I have seen you." The girl slowly mutters suddenly.
I glance over to see her glancing over, fixing her glasses slightly.
"It has been a while." I agree with a slow nod. "How have you been?"
"I have been... fine... mother wants me to become a teacher, yet I don't know if that's what I want..." The girl states.
"Well what do you want to be?"
"A bartender."
"…"
"Seriously?" I mutter in confusion.
"Yes." The girl nods simply. "Which is why I will not be defeated today. I will go to a new world where I can freely follow my dream."
"I want to get out from under our father's shadow which is why I will be going to the new world." I declare. "You might be stronger than me... and have more experience in wielding a sacred gear, but today I will not lose to you."
The girl frowns her eyes narrowing slightly as she simply nods once. "I see... in that case I suppose I will need to test your resolve in the coming battle. I will not be going easy on you."
"And I will not be going easy on you." I reply quietly, my glare meeting her own.
A man lets out a low hum as he looks over an arena, two figures stand in the center of it, the first, a blue haired boy with brilliant purple eyes, the next, an older black haired girl with glasses.
A black haired man shakes his head in bemusement.
Of course it would be the weakest two who would be more cautious around magic items...
He looks to a set of four reports.
Seris and Schuld fell victims to the curse, so they both have points docked, in addition, their reports weren't as detailed as Lazarus and Sinra's, but Sinra's was perhaps excessively detailed. Lazarus got to the point, listed the complete and total effects of Lostvayne, and listed it as a potential threat to the underworld.
A correct assumption. An endless, infinitely respawning clone of the wielder with fifty percent of their power?
It doesn't even require that much magical power to activate.
It appears that Lazarus held an advantage over Sinra due to his upbringing, Viviane taught him quite a bit of enchantment magic, and that allowed him to deduce the blade's full capabilities swiftly and with one hundred percent accuraccy, with enough skill to disable a curse placed by GAIUS DECARABIA of all people.
Of course, the black haired devil wasn't really trying all too hard with it, hoping at least one of his children would be able to disable the weak inconvenience curses... and it appears he wasn't disappointed.
He also likes the way the boy categorized the report. The dimensional overlord devil may just tell the other researchers to categorize their reports as such.
The only thing that the half fairy could improve upon is naming, but, at the end of the day, it's not really something the black-haired devil can comment on... he named his first child 'Cosmo' as in 'Cosmo Politan'.
As it is right now... Lazarus is looking like a better pick to send to research a new world...
The black haired devil watches as two of his children abruptly lunge forwards.
The girl swings a hand forwards, conjuring a whip of water as a sword appears in the hand of the boy.
The sword is fairly simple looking in design, a fairly lengthy short sword made of blackened metal, the only real noticeable thing is the red line that goes down the very center of the sword.
He... has heard about that sword... 'the quill'... Lazarus uses his own burning blood as propulsion for his slashes pretty ingenius.
Leave it to his children to be almost as psychotic as he was at that age.
The water whip turns to ice as flames ignite along the backside of the blade.
Lazarus swipes through the whip and lunges forwards, narrowly ducking out of the way of an icy dagger that appears in the girl's hand.
The two clash briefly, causing the man to cup his chin.
Sinra is stronger than Lazarus, that much is clear...
With each little clash, the young half fey is being pushed back.
Two fiery butterfly-like wings appear on his back as he runs his index and middle finger along the sharpened edge of his sword.
He dodges past blasts of water as he runs his now bloody fingers down the length of the blade, drawing magical runes in across the blade as his mana mixes with his own blood.
The black sword glows brightly for a moment as he charges downwards.
Gaius' eyes widen fractionally as eight clones of the half fey appears behind the Sitri girl and turns invisible.
Lazarus... copied Lostvayne's enchantment merely by studying it for thirty minutes...
What the hell?!
It's clearly not even a tenth as strong as the original enchantment, yet he managed to duplicate the effect in seconds?!
How are all of his adorable children oh so talented!
Each of the clones could barely be considered a low class being, yet...
The black-haired devil watches as a ring is slowly carved into the stone floor by the hidden clones, runes begin being etched around the circle as Lazarus picks up the pace.
His eyes narrow as ice creeps along the floor, a black marking appearing on the forehead of the girl.
A strange red diamond appears behind Lazarus as he seems to teleport upwards roughly five feet.
He holds out a hand.
{Spear!}
A yellowish dart seems to appear and is shot through the chest of the Sitri devil as Lazarus avoids her stabbing icicles.
Her eyes widen for a moment as her incredible wound quickly knits back together with pooling black fire.
Gaius' eyes stray around the arena as more runes settle into place, miniature magic circles are drawn at three corners of the rune as they are also slowly filled up.
'what is he- oh... I should probably put a stop to this.'
Leave it to his children to be just as psycho as he was, after all.
Lazarus plans to bathe the entire arena in holy light... he plans to do that regardless of the fact that HE is in said arena, abusing the fact that as a half devil, the light will hurt him less than it will Sinra. In addition, he seems to have enchanted a pendant to absorb holy energy, lessening the damage to himself even further.
Gaius stands slowly, then with a wave of his hand, both of his children stop, the clones dissipated with a mere pulse of his demonic energy.
"That is enough..." The man announces. "You both have impressed me today... yet... Lazarus wins this duel."
"Wh-" the girl begins, eyes growing wide as she instantly protests. "That doesn't make any sense! I'm stronger! I've been dominating this entire fight! How is he-"
"Look around for a moment, Sinra." The man replies easily.
"…"
Her eyes stray around the battlefield, causing her to momentarily stiffen as she seems to calculate what the magic circle was swiftly becoming.
Her shoulders slump as her head hangs weakly, letting out a depressed sigh. "Damn it."
The black haired devil god's eyes stray to the blue haired boy's, he offers a slow nod.
The fact that he copied Lostvayne's enchantment has pretty much sealed the deal on who is going... but it is nice to know he thinks outside the box. In the world there are just some things you cannot fight head on. Himself... God... a motivated Serafall... Ophis in bed...
The fact that Lazarus was able to overcome such a large gap in strength and experience is certainly astounding, it appears he was truly motivated to grow stronger.
Perhaps his father should reward him for his success? The new world will be dangerous for someone of his strength, the Decarabian satan would feel more comfortable if his son had someone else to protect him... a second peerage member would be nice, it's just, the satan is unsure who to pick, someone weak who can become strong, or maybe even the original idea for his own knight piece before Lilith came along.
Hn... a good question indeed.
But Lazarus' enchanting specialization will surely be of great assistance in the new 'undiscovered' world...
After all, what's more iconic than a half fairy joining fairy tail.
Hey all, this is basically the prototype chapter 1 for D&Devil's sequel fic, 'A Fey's Findings' where good ol Poppa G sends Lazarus and his peerage (Alongside the Angels and Fallen) to a new world... and that world is Fairy Tail.
Who knows what he'll find... who knows what twisted horrors our poor boy will face... who knows which girls shall be in his peerage!
I do.
Because I have more or less decided already who he will be getting in his peerage.
The world after Fairy Tail would be Dragon Ball btw.
As always I have a Pat Reon at Pat Reon (Dot com) Slash Flameclawsxx
I hope you all enjoyed this, I'll see you all whenever!