LordGhostStriker: Good, at least it got someone. :D

TetrisLame: Good times indeed my friend, good times indeed.

AeroSpeedNina: Ah, I get it.

Kail990: Stuff and things, will happen because of it, rest assured.

Guest (1): Because there needs to be something redeemable about a character, you can't just be the unlikeable trash talker. That's not something you can build a story off, how the hell would the plot advance at all? It would just shut off after about 10 chapters when he finally got around to killing off Rias' peerage out of spite. Then what? He gets stomped by the Gremory Clan, and Sirzechs. Ain't no protagonist that isn't a god comin' outta that one.

Guest (2): He's acting, ya know because he's a liar. How do you think he's going to keep up the façade to get Rias under his thumb or whatever he wants without laying some ground work. Do you know how relationships between two sentient beings works? Because I don't think you do. The cat is a joke character not to be taken seriously, much like most things in this story. I can see the joke went over your head though. You can just stop reading, I won't care.

Guest (3): Like I said to (1) if he just killed them off the story would have nowhere to go, because the next reasonable step would be the wrath of a powerful clan and a Satan would fall upon him, killing him off.

Silvercrow: I'll have a think about it, no promises.

To all those who reviewed, thank ya kindly. Also, I've recently picked Borderlands 2 back up, so there may be more on 'Borderlands Elite' as for 'Menma Cursed One' Bloodborne comes out tomorrow, as of writing this note, so that'll get me back into the souls mindset.

Note: 27/03/15. It's so good. Bloodbourne is best girl. The last boss is a fucker though.

That's the update on those.

This chapter will be a little more...Uh I dunno, tame? Compared to the other ones, but I feel its needed for some development. If it bothers you, stop reading there will be more in the future.

Start.

Menma stretched out on the couch, just finished making dinner for himself and his lady friend. Nothing very fancy just a pair of steaks, steamed vegetables and all that good shit. He only wanted the meat but Souna got this really soul-piercing look if he didn't pair at least token 'good food' with his main.

Currently a small pot of gravy was gently bubbling away on the stove, Miyo was still napping on his bed thankfully he just needed to sit in silence for a moment, contemplate a few things.

Mostly what he was going to do with himself. "All this introspection is really bummin' me out." He said aloud but sighed and sunk his head into the couch, closing his eyes.

Kill the fire-cunt's peerage? He didn't have beef with Akeno, she actually seemed pretty ok. Koneko he wanted to filthy, filthy things to, but at the same time he just really wanted to look after her, bring her home and keep her safe. It was probably the petite cat-girl thing.

Issie, there had to be a reason he was kept around. The second he found out, he would take that reason for himself, perhaps look through his gaming archive and find a copy-cat ability, to avoid a full on backlash of the Gremory Clan for fucking over fire-crotch.

Kiba, no-one created swords from nothing. That had to be a Sacred Gear. He'd take that for sure. No point letting it go to waist on a limp dick bootlicker. But all that was well and good, he had to think big though. And be prepared to abandon these plans if something came up that would make it all pointless.

Perhaps strive to be a High-Ranking Devil? That'd be a good short term goal at least. If he had his eyes open he'd notice the small purple mist that left his nostrils at this moment, but alas he was not. "Oh wait...I just realised, I don't need to use games. Grandpa said it was based off my imagination, 'If you can think it, it can be.' Kinda fuckin' broken but, meh. Alright brainstorm how should it work...We'll work within the parameters that it's only for Sacred Gears, maybe take it out of them, and duplicate it like Ditto does? 'Cept it won't be my whole body, just the thing in my hands. That works." Quickly opening his eyes and grabbing a cushion from the couch he placed both his hands on both sides, and concentrated.

"Copy." He said, once more for only the purpose of helping his imagination along, it helped him visualize what he wanted. Blue energy creeped out of his palms and snaked its way into the cushion for a few seconds there was silence and stillness, but Menma kept focusing. Before slowly pulling the hand on top of the cushion upwards and as he did so a ghostly blue copy came with it, when the pair were separated the copy was suddenly flushed with colour and texture.

Opening his eyes Menma looked at the two cushions before him, placing the original down he fiddled with the copy a little, "Seems alright..." There were a few things missing, like the fact that the original had a black and white checkered pattern, the copy had the same, but occasionally had two black squares next to one another or the same with white.

So an almost perfect copy on all levels minus visual. That he could deal with.

Suddenly he felt incredibly light headed, he sunk back into the couch, this time he did see the purple mist leaving with his breath, Menma rose a brow, "Looks like my...Soul Crystals?" He questioned aloud, did eating them do something he didn't expect?

Idea's shot through his head, "What the fuck is going on?" He asked aloud, using his magic to pull the mist into his hand, it formed into small shards, "Wait...So I eat the Soul Crystals and something that takes a shit ton of magic will use it up, and these are what's left? I never even knew I hate some kind of reserve, just kinda...Did it. Or maybe I don't and the rapid exit of power from my body gives me head spins, kinda like when I laugh too much..." He stared at the shards, they gave off a small wailing cry.

"Oh holy shit the soul's still in there..." Menma grinned and crushed them in his hand, he could really get to liking this Rook strength he'd gotten. Whilst he'd always been able to reinforce his own strength with magic, having a higher base level was always a good thing.

"Oh well, more shit on my plate...Uhhh!" He sighed loudly and rubbed his head, "Too much, do not want!" Shit kept piling up and he no idea how to fix or deal with any of this shit. He definitely wasn't going to make it easy on the fucks who thought they owned him, but he had no goal.

"Alright, we're committing. High-Ranking Devil, definitely. We'll work out the rest later. I can't be fucked at the moment." He sighed again as a trio of knocks sounded at the door. "Thank you god-MOTHERFUCKER!" Like an icepick being driving into his brain he felt something strike him.

Walking to the door and rubbing his head he opened it, revealing a certain beautiful girl to him. Neck length black hair in a refined bob-cut, those dead sexy violet eyes she had behind her black rimmed glasses, her skin was fair and spotless. The picture of perfection to him.

Like a light switch he forgot the pain and a big smile grew on his face, "Why hello there my gorgeous lover." He winked, stepping aside so she could come in, taking the plastic back from her hands so she could remove her coat and collapse her umbrella.

"Flattery will get you no-where, Menma-kun." She said, gently cupping his cheek and kissing him square on the lips, his shoulders went slack, she was a bit shorter than himself and quite petite in frame.

She was flat as a tack.

No point dancing around it.

Not that he really cared, as he said he was more of an ass man, and she did have a wonderfully delicious butt.

"Food time." She said abruptly, ending the lip lock, her cheeks ever so slightly flushed as she adjusted her glasses. Menma smirked and shook his head, she'd already made herself at home, typical response from the girl who seemed to be enamored with him, or she was a great actress, walk in after X amount of time apart and still have no problem owning the house.

"What will I do with you..?" He asked rhetorically and shook his head, stocking the newly acquired soft-drink in the fridge, and plating up the dinner. As he got to the table she was already waiting for him, prim and proper as ever. Wearing a dark blue t-shirt with a brighter shade of blue rippled pattern from the ribs, and jeans. Not as proper, but it was good to know she could at least act less uptight around him.

"So how has life been since I last spoke with you? Can't really do it at school and you never seem interested in texting." He asked cordially, placing her food before her, and his at the other end of the table before walking back into the kitchen to fetch the gravy.

"I have been well...What about you, Menma-kun...Something about you seems...Different." Her eyes were narrowed, Menma rose a brow for a moment as he got back to his seat.

"I haven't really been up to much. I can't think of any drastic change, that Rias girl and her weird club seem interested in me so I had to play the nice guy and go to the movies earlier today. Irritating as it was, it was fun to watch them all scream at the horror flick I picked out." He informed, smiling lightly at the memory.

"Oh! I also began slowly destroying the mind of Yuuto Kiba, because I'm a dick and I don't like him." Said the black haired male, from one side of his mouth.

"And why exactly?" She asked, her eyes ever so slightly narrowing as the cogs in her head began turning. He had no doubt she'd figure out what he was any second now, no matter how much he was using his magic to cloak his body, avoid his 'scent' getting out as it were.

"Dunno. She's weird. They're weird. And Kiba was trying to fuck with me, so I'm showing him who's in charge." Replied the Uzumaki with a shrug, inwardly sighing as he looked at her, she was already figuring it out.

"You know. Don't you." Not a question, a statement. Her face a little more stony than usual.

"And what would I know, dearest?" He asked with a smile.

"About Devils. About the fact that Rias is one, that her entire Peerage is what makes up the Occult Research Club." Said Souna, shattering what little hope he had, of course she was one. Life was already fucking him over, why not make the one person he cared about also be involved in all this fucking shit.

"Yeah well the red-cunt shot me with a fireball and made me get speared by a fucking fallen, she thought I'd be a good little weapon for her to use against some bloody problem she had." Souna's eyes widened, she calmly put down her cutlery and stepping away from the table.

"She did what?" She asked, as she was currently standing she turned sharply and looked at him from over her shoulder.

"Shot me with a fireball. I had to dodge it and ended up straight in a Light Spear. Not even my wolves could save my ass." He with a shrug, may as well throw the fucking pipe-bomb down and see what happens.

"Excuse me? What 'wolves'." Instead of answering with words Menma merely cleared his mouth and whistled sharply, a pair of blue wolves appeared by his side.

"I'm a Sorcerer, Souna. Got it from Grandpa. My magic works with whatever I can imagine."

"And so you chose to use spells from Wacraft. You idiot." She snapped, though her words lacked any true rancor, instead holding a touch of hurt, "How long have you been doing this, magic?" She asked.

"Few years. Probably about 3. Long before we met. So it's not like I was keeping something super recent from you. 'Sides I thought you were just a normal girl, what kinda Devil are you exactly?"

"The heir of the Sitri Clan. Sona Sitri is my real name. I am a High-Class Devil, and a King of a full Peerage." Menma's eyes widened a little a that before he gave a low whistle of appreciation.

"Not bad. Fire-crotch is missing a few I think. Dunno don't really care if there are some super secret members. But I gotta ask. Where does this leave us?" Asked Menma, Sona adjusted her glasses, a nervous tick he noticed she had.

"I've recently heard through the grapevine that a new Devil has taken the maidenhood of the Gremory Heiress, infuriating the Phenex and causing a great deal of trouble in the Underworld. It doesn't take a genius to assume it was a member of her peerage, it can't be Kiba. She doesn't like him like that. It can't be that Issei boy, he's pathetic. So that leave you. Did you have sex with Rias, Menma?" Oh crap. This was a little too serious for his tastes, she never dropped that stupid suffix.

"Yep." Honesty is the best policy, "Charmed her pants right off when she came to 'Check up on me' I was still pissed and wanted payback. What better way then to fuck her till she can't walk and ruin someone else's joy by popping the cherry. At the time I was more or less hoping this would blow up in her face. Though so far it's only gotten me into her friggen family via some shitful marriage contract shift and a harem lord after my skin."

"You idiot!" She snapped, Menma shrugged he'd give her that, though he though the situation was idiotic, he was just impulsive as fuck. "Do you have any idea what this means!"

"No not really. No one's given me a proper explanation for what's goin' on." He admitted, looking to her with his chin propped on his palm. "Care to do so?"

Sona frowned deeply before once more adjusting her glasses and taking a breath, "This means that you are bound to Rias by the Underworlds Law. If you try to break the contract without being a High-Class devil it will only blow up in your face, you'd been thrown into a mock rating game on your own versus her peerage to contest it, the chances of you winning this are quite low as you loose whatever power she's given you." Explained the violet eyed girl, inwardly cursing at the smirk on his face.

"Then you'd be counted as a stray because you lack a Peerage and would be executed anyway. You are literally unable to do anything about this without a Clan's backing and can only get said backing if you are married into the Clan or be born into it."

"Well...Fuck." Menma looked taken aback.

"And you'd have to go into the Underworld, speak directly with the officiator of the contract, in this case, Lord and Lady Gremory and if you somehow survive that, get past Sirzechs Lucifer, who's...Quite fond of his sister." Informed Sona, sitting back down and shaking her head, this whole situation was ridiculous.

"I've already met him, he was pretty pissed actually." Now it was her turn to look shocked, "He wasn't that serious about it I guess, just Blinked around a bit and then he fucked off."

"You are chaos incarnate, I swear." She lamented, whilst he merely nodded and returned to his dinner.

"I have a cat that talks about my sex life to people I hate. Chaos doesn't even cover me."

Menma's Head. That Night.

Staring blankly into an endless void the Uzumaki struggled to keep his mind focused, his 'inner world' was the hardest part of his Sorcery to get hold of, mostly because it required constant thought and concentration to keep in one piece, that's why he went with the abyss, small steps.

Turns out it's even harder when the endless expanse clashes with the random thoughts that enter your heard causing more explosions of colour and blurs in his mental reality. "The expanse of the void..." He said calmly, taking a breath in through his nose and out through his mouth.

"You know you're still an ameture when it comes to this. It takes many years to perfect the inner world, you've had about a year of trying." Came a familiar voice, Menma's gaze came into focus at the voice, there was no body to go along with this voice but he knew it well enough.

"What do you want, Grandad?" He asked, sighing. The void fell away leaving only white.

"Came to try and talk some sense into you boy, don't attempt whatever it is you're going to with those Devils. The wrath of the Underworld awaits you if you try to rupture their delicate system. And if the Devils stir then so to will the Angels, and war will break out once again." Said his grandfathers voice.

"I'm aware of that. But I don't know what to do with myself." Said the black haired teen, crossing his arms and sighing.

"Be the snake, kid. Poison your foe and watch them deteriorate before you. What did I teach you?" Questioned the voice.

"Exactly that..." Replied the people-hater. "So what? Go back to basics and don't overthink all this shit too much?"

"Pretty much. You can't really anticipate something you have no idea about, I suggest you learn about your new foes and then you can rip it apart to your hearts content, make it look like you had nothing to do with it." Advised the old wizard.

"Ugh, so much effort..." Griped Menma, sighing. Planning out even simple destruction tactics took an annoyingly large amount of time to make foolproof with a ungodly high success rate.

"Stop being a lazy shit and get off your ass boy." Scolded the old man.

"Oh fuck off you old windbag, go back to being some weird nomad." Menma brought down the blanket of silence he so desired upon his mind, once more enjoying the quiet he was able to within his own head.

"Fuck it...I'll just wing this shit. See where it takes me...If anything that Riser fag will be around sooner or later to get all up on me." Menma shook his head and sighed before phasing out of his inner world and going to sleep completely.

A Few Days Later. Clubroom.

Menma sat fiddling with his phone at one of the many chairs around the centre table. So far the day had gone obnoxiously slow, he'd much rather be home, where other people weren't where his beautiful PS4 had that sexy minx, Bloodbourne waiting for him.

"Oh god I can't wait to scream my lungs out on that fuckin' game." Almost smacking his head on the desk in attempts to force time to pass faster, or at least make the idiots around him go away.

"You can't go after here, Issei-kun." Said Rias, a tone of finality. Menma had barely held interest in whatever they were discussing, he didn't care. After Sona's visit she reclaimed her girlfriend status, he had no idea why as he was essentially fucked over until further notice but he didn't complain, the girl was willing to put up with him, he'd stand next to her and watch various things hit the fan.

So he did actually end up getting contacted by Riser, the dude apparently still wanted in to Rias' panties, and was willing to have a duel for the contract, Menma almost smacked his head against the wall in joy as all he'd have to do is take a dive and then he'd be in the clear. The messenger that came to him could only watch on in bewilderment as he whooped for joy.

He was tempted to just say 'Have her' but he felt like Riser was too high on his horse to take sloppy seconds. No he'd much rather fight for sloppy seconds, like a sensible person.

So anyway one problem averted, no doubt after this he'd have to jump through a bunch of hurdles afterwards just to leave the Underworld alive but meh, he'd deal with it. Not like he actually cared what happened, he had more important shit to deal with.

Like not listening to what his shitful real life Guild replacement was saying.

Yeah he wasn't that lucky.

"Menma-senpai! You'll come won't you!?" Questioned Issei, Menma looked up at him and gave a quizzical grunt, "To save this girl who was captured by Fallen Angels, she's innocent! They're going to kill her and take her Sacred Gear!"

"Sacred Gear?" Asked Menma, Kiba's eyes widened when he saw that greedy glint in the Sorcerers eyes, "What kind of Gear is it?"

"A...A healing one...Why?" Asked Issei, thrown that this was the question being asked.

"Oh." His eyes lost all interest before he looked back at the boy, "Where are these angles anyway?"

"The old Church on the other side of town..." Replied Issei, Menma stood up abruptly.

"Well fuck that, it's too far. I'm going home, later dickheads." He gave a short wave before opening up a portal to his house and falling back into it. It closed with the image of him flipping them all off burned into their minds.

"That...Just happened." Said Akeno, a little wide eyed.

Menma's Home

"Miyo don't wait up, I'm going to kill a bunch of flying corpses!" Snarled out the teen, throwing off his school clothes and getting changed, throwing on a single ring that his grandfather gave him, it was essentially a catalyst for his magic, making it stronger. He typically didn't use it as most of the spells he bothered with were battlefield manipulation spells, but today he was going full chaos.

"Time to blow apart a fucking church." A red book was summoned from a golden ring in the air, "Haven't bothered with these for a few weeks, hopefully still half decent at them." Donned in a black long-sleeved shirt, a red coat with a white interior with two short tails that fell to his knees, black trousers with shin high boots, Menma was about ready to go to war.

"Gonna get me some angel skin." He growled, his fingertips sparking as he once more fell into a portal he'd opened, this was to the church itself, he'd been there once to check it out finding it uninteresting he'd never thought to return. As he arrived he saw the looming figure of the decrepit church, lifting his 'Devil Cloak' as he'd come to address the sheen he'd placed upon himself to hide his presence he flexed his magic, rushing it through his body.

Predictably a form emerged from the church, this was not an angel however. It was a human. He had short silver hair that fell down the sides of his head, red eyes sparked with madness, he wore a church executor's uniform, Menma rolled his eyes in digust. "You shitty devi-"

"Laser." Intoned the young man and weaved his fingertip in a circle, the circle filled in and blasted a hole right through the mans skull, dropping dead before he could even finish his spiel. "Don't monologue, you'll live longer." Advised the teen to the corpse, stepping on it as he walked through the now open doors.

"Alright you bunch'a cunts, where's the brunette slut in the bondage gear, I got murderin' to do." Announced the Uzumaki boomingly, he spread his mind out to find any life sources in the place, he found two inside whilst three remained on the outer rim of the forest that surrounded this place, though it appeared they had sensed him and were making their way inwards.

Menma rushed through the church and shoulder charged open a door leading to the back, in here he found the bitch and some blonde he had no business with, "There you are." Snarled Menma, the book floating beside him as his hands lit up with flames, "Come here!" Boomed the teen as he blurred towards Raynare, the fallen Angel instinctively shooting into the air as far as the ceiling would allow her, only to feel a pair of burning hands around her ankles, "You don't escape retribution, fucknuckle!" Shifting his weight Menma twisted throwing Raynare off balance and plummeting to the ground, he landed on his feet and just before she crashed into the ground his flaming fist found purchase on her face, scorching the flesh on her cheek and making her scream out in pain.

Opening his free hand and facing his palm towards her wings Menma intoned a short, "Flame Shock." The flames on his hands shot forth like they were blown from a cannon and struck Raynare's black wings with enough force to not only set them blaze but to break the frail bones within.

Her screams were enough to send him into ecstasy. "You didn't think I'd just let you kill me, did you cunt? No no no...I'm quite the vindictive fucker if I do say so myself." As he was speaking Menma approached the screaming and sobbing woman grasping her throat with his non-flaming hand before winding back with his burning fist and howling out.

With a powerful punch her face and brains quickly vacated out the back of her skull, Menma's flaming fist died out as he shook it lightly, he stared down at the destroyed form of his overdue prey and spat down upon it. "Filthy pile of meat." He saw the blonde girl look at him with a mixture of terror and gratitude.

"C'mon dumbass, let's get out of here. You can watch me play Bloodbourne and I can give you food." He grabbed her hand, the book returning to his free one, "Didn't even have to use these..." He muttered shaking his head and opening a portal. Pushing the blonde in he quickly followed as the other presences were getting close.

End.

Yep. I'm going to bed now. See you guys in a few days.

Kisses and hugs.

Oh and just to point this out, Menma will be playing the games that I've played just in case someones going to start some shit about me playing bloodbourne and then the protagonist doing the same.

Raxychaz!