So guys, I had a brain fart and while I don't think I will be able to post for a while cause I have end of term exams, I really wanted to put my idea into words so here it is. This will be mainly a Worm fic and I will only spent 2-3 chapters maximum to write about my MC's travels before I start with the main story. I hope you enjoy and please take it easy on me!
The Devil of Devils
I have been travelling through worlds for centuries and during my whole life I have seen many of the great and the terrible, the wondrous and the horrific and everything in between that the omni-verse had to offer but I can say with complete honesty that travelling through the Supreme Dimension and gazing at the stars and nebulae pass me by that there nothing that can compare.
The beauty of the stars being born from the baritone songs of the Starforger Creator of Life, to the instrumental hymns of the Weavers the shape the ever expanding existence of the omni-verse and Pilgrims of Fate and Reality and even the mournful requiems of the Reapers of Lady Death that cause the Essence of the corrupt and dying multi-verses to explode in kaleidoscopic supernovas is beyond anything three dimensional beings aside of High Gods and above are able to experience.
Now many of you will ask, "But Rias, if that is the case then are you a High Goddess as well?" and I will reply with a "NOPE! I am many things and I am admittedly 'more' than I was at the beginning but definitely not a High Goddess". This is of course a very confusing answer, that's why I will simplify it a bit.
I died!
Yes, yes this doesn't exactly explain anything but stay with me for a moment I will explain further.
I was born Rias Gremory, Heiress of the Noble Devil House of Gremory, Crimson Princess of Ruin, most (and only) beloved sister of the great sis-con himself Satan Sirzech Lucifer, Devil of the Major Sin of Sloth and Minor Sin of Greed and an utter spoiled brat.
Yes you heard right, it took me a couple of centuries but I have for a long while realized that I had been real spoiled piece of work before my death and it had taken me a long while and more than a little shedding of sweat, blood and tears (10% mine – 90% of people that pissed me off) to come in terms with that and rise above it. Mostly.
I now posses all the Seven Deadly Sin in max capacity which sounds fucking terrible but I am in complete control of them together with other boons so silver linings.
Anyway, the beginning of the end (in a matter of speaking) begun for me when I was 13 and it was announced to me that I was contracted since my birth to marry Riser Phenex, third son of the Noble House of Phenex, A-Grade asshole and an utter creep.
As you can understand little, romantic, spoiled younger me wasn't exactly thrilled (understatement of the century) about it and I had made my opinion known to my parents who both promptly completely disregarded my protests as the whining of a child that would come around and understand the great opportunity this marriage was for me. Clearly, every little girl dreams to be sold off to a creepy, perverted little shit with no manners in order to become a broodmare that will spend the centuries on her back, legs spread open in order to pop out blonde haired fire farting little shits and I was simply unreasonable. NOT!
The me back then didn't let that deter her for long though, after all not all devils (even Pillar Devils) are born equal and while the Phenex trait is formidable, it had nothing on the Power of Destruction that is enhanced by the Gremory Massive Magic Reserves. By my first century (the age that Devils are considered fully matured and hence ready to get married) I would have been so far above IT (Riser) in strength that it wouldn't be all that hard to crush IT in a Rating Game and be free of IT once and for all. Hell, I even spent a whole 30 minutes every day training my power every day to stack my chances in my favor further (which for a Sloth devil was the equivalent of 16 hours of work a day with no breaks).
Anyway, fast forward a year later and it is announced to me once again that because both the my parents and my *shudder* in-laws are eager to have grandchildren as soon as possible they had decided (without even asking my opinion on the matter) that 25 was a perfect age for me to become an eternal breeding sow for their pleasure. I didn't take it well.
After a temper tantrum to end all tantrums blew up a fourth of our castle and scared every living being below High-Class in a mile radius I lied on my bedroom grounded for a month for my 'unbecoming' behavior with only my mother visiting every day to try to 'make me see sense'. Predictably it didn't work and during these lonely days panic truly started to set in. I spent every second that I was not sleeping, eating or having Heiress lessons meditating and trying to increase my power and control but unknown to me back then Devil Imagination Magic is influenced both by emotions and by desire both conscious and subconscious and due to the prevalent feelings of fear and some suicidal tendencies I was handicapping myself and due to the lack of result those feelings became stronger in a propagating loop of self-destruction.
It was after a lesson about the end of the Devil Civil War that I made the best mistake of my life. I had just learned about the actions of my brother and his legendary Super Devil Form and in my young impressionable mind I had found finally a path to freedom. All I had to do was achieve a similar form and I would be able to easily blow the CREEP out of existence once and for all, easy peasy.
So after everyone had gone to sleep I unleashed the full power of my PoD and tried to shape it into armor. Surprisingly (insert sarcastic tone and eye-roll here) it failed spectacularly and all I managed to achieve was to disintegrate one wall of my room and everything in half a mile at the same direction of said wall, my super rare collectible figurines of Son Goku, Vegeta and Gogeta (that I still cry about to this day) and well….. Kill myself from mana exhaustion and blood loss. The last thing I remember before everything went dark were the horrified eyes of my parents as they watched me bleed to death while I smugly smiled at them hoping they understood that even death was a better alternative to me than their 'glorious' plans for my future. Cruel? Yes. Petty? Absolutely. Do I regret it? Fuck no. And if anyone ever says that I am spiteful person then they are lying, filthy liars who lie.
An indefinite amount of time later swimming through the void and almost committing soul-seppuku out of sheer boredom, I was yoinked by one of the innumerable Higher –Entities that swim through the sea of Creation and I appeared sitting inside the office of a handsome black skinned man wearing some strange Tribal Clothes that contrasted terribly with the whole CEO office vibe of the room.
The Entity who said to call him Ashik because apparently his real name if I heard it would cause my brain to explode harder than a Cola- Mentos experiment explained to me the existence of the omni-verse and that he was one of the many in charge of keeping it from imploding. He then continued by calling me a stupid brat and after extinguishing all my attempts of protest and indignation with a glare and a small expression of his aura.
He explained that every world that faces some kind of apocalyptic crisis is assigned people that are given the tools necessary to prevent said crisis from happening (unless it is due for a cleanup that is) and I was apparently one of those that I had the ability to do so from my world. I was not Fated however to do so because those things infringe upon free will and no matter how much some Fate deities try to pretend otherwise (yes I am looking at you Moirai and you Norns), free will is enforced by the Guys all the way to the Top so it is a big no no.
After a few moments spent trying to suppress my latest existential crisis he told me that my world is in for the 'Mother of All Apocalypses' (though he didn't give me any information aside from that because that would interfere with my decisions and as a result infringe upon my free will which I can't stress enough is a big no no) and made me an offer.
I could either on an adventure through a small part of the omni-verse with him as a patron acting as his personal troubleshooter until I have accumulated enough power and then send back to my body in my original world with a chance of maybe managing to prevent the end of it or I could choose to move on and enter the cycle of reincarnation.
Three guesses on what I chose and the first two don't count.
A few dozens signature on relevant paperwork later (because even Omnipotent Cosmic beings cannot escape the bane that is paperwork) it was time to begin my first step on my road to Ultimate Power. Muahahahahahah. Ahem. Moving on.
I was given a catalogue called Essence CYOA that was filled to the brim with information about vials that gave mind boggling powers and that is after a lot of the really absurd ones like Primordial, Cosmic Being, Plansewalker, Inviolable and some other bullshit ones had been removed according to Ashik.
After I was made to memorize them all, my patron explained to me that I would gain a single vial of his choosing for my first three worlds and then I would gain one at the first of every two until I am deemed capable enough to do my thing in my original one. Additionally he could choose to temporarily nerf my stats and/or powers depending on what world I go to prevent me 'from breaking something important' which I didn't pout at all about, nope, none at all.
Finally, after all t's where dotted and all I's crossed (or something like that) I was ready to be sent on the first of my many future adventures. After drinking a vial containing the Essence of Home who gave me a whole personal dimension to do as I pleased a blue portal opened in the office and with a cheery farewell from Ashik who told me that the parameters of my mission will become known to me when I arrive at my destination I naively jumped into the portal, completely missing the mischievous edge on Ashik's smile.
An amazing trip through the cosmos later, I found myself strapped on a chair inside a hospital that wouldn't have been out of place in the 1800 barely lucid and listening with a half ear a hobo talking about blood transfusions and solving mysteries.
A signing of a dubious contract later that made all my Devil sensibilities run amok and a very intense hallucination than no amount of cocaine would be able to inflict on me later I found myself wandering the clinic with only a piece of paper telling me to solve the mystery of the Paleblood as my guide.
As I was cursing Ashik with every single one of the limited amount of curse words in my vocabulary (I have improved a lot since then) I came face to face with a werewolf/zombie/skunk hybrid eating a very dead poor sod. And it was looking at me with hunger in its eyes.
I was admittedly a little bit intimidated but I was not deterred. I was the Heiress of the Devil Noble House of Gremory and wielder of the legendary Power of Destruction. No wolf/skunk would get in my way.
Lifting my hand I gazed imperiously at the abomination and unleashed the might of the PoD. Unfortunately, the only thing that happened was for a couple of red sparks to come out of my hand with a sound that was suspiciously similar to a fart.
At that moment I remembered with dread the caveat on my contract about possible nerfing of my abilities but I didn't get any more time to panic because by this point the abomination had already ripped my guts out of my belly all the while drinking the grey matter out of my decapitated head.
For those who didn't quite get it, I Died. Again!
FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
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This is it. See you guys next time. Whenever that is!