Chapter 8

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God's Throneroom

High Heavens

Three weeks since Harry's wedding crash

Harry was once more sitting on his throne contemplating coming events.

So far, his plans to strengthen Heaven had born fruit and Heaven was in a much stronger position than it had been previously. With his changes to the System to prevent Devils from gaining Holy Swords or Sacred Gears as well as his creation and training of new angels, Heaven was more than equal to the Underworld at the moment. Within five decades or less, Heaven would be the strongest of the Three Factions and that was not even counting their help from Asgard. With that, they could probably defeat the Underworld and even the Grigori if it came to war, though not without heavy losses.

Of course, he didn't want war but like they say, "when you desire peace, prepare for war".

Harry had told Rias he was going to visit the Vatican and would be back in a little less than a week. His girlfriend of three weeks had not been happy at all but had conceded after a while. He could tell she was worried he would be ex-communicated if his relationship with her came to light and hunted down by other exorcists.

Harry knew that would never happen but understood her fear and so promised to call her every day to confirm that he was fine and nothing had happened.

He hated the need to deceive her but he wasn't ready to reveal who he truly was yet. Maybe after they dated for a couple of months and definitely before the Three Factions meeting in five months. It had taken a lot of political maneuvering and talks with the Fallen Angels and Devils but it had finally been agreed to be scheduled during the end of summer. Unless something happened, that gave Harry time to figure out how to tell Rias who he was.

Harry sighed as he looked down at his Brave Saints cards, contemplating his latest dilemma.

When he'd thought of creating his own set of Brave Saints cards that would make reincarnated humans into archangels, he'd only thought of strengthening Heaven. There was supposed to be seven Archangels, including Michael, in the Heavens. The role of the archangels was to act as his Authority on Earth and enforce his Will. The Seraph were never meant to actually be warriors, having been meant to act more like CEOs in charge of their own division here in Heaven.

Basically, while Raguel was the Seraph of Justice and Vengeance, the Archangel of [Justice and Vengeance] was the embodiment of the concept. They were literally empowered by the ideal and dichotomy between Justice and Vengeance and therefore, their power was separate from his own in a way. It was for this reason that Michael maintained most of his power after Harry's death. As the archangel embodiment of [Prince of Hosts], his power drew on the faithful's belief in the Heavenly Host.

This was good because it meant he had to expend less of his own power to empower his archangels. However, this also meant that they couldn't Fall.

Falling occurred not when angels sinned so much as they defied his Will. The Fall occurred since defying his Will caused him to automatically strip them of his power and holy power, turning their wings black to symbolize this. However, archangels didn't draw their power from him but from the concept they embody. This meant they couldn't Fall.

While this may seem like a good thing, Harry now knew that it could be very dangerous. Being an angel didn't mean you were good, just like being a priest didn't mean one carried out His will.

Harry had recently learned of many of the dirty secrets of the Church. The Holy Sword Project, some of the actions of the Iscariot Order as well as the Burial Agency... the list just went on.

Harry had forgotten one major thing about his followers: their tendency to use him as an excuse for their actions. The biggest example being the so-called Holy Wars against the Muslims during the Middle Ages. All to win the city of Jerusalem which they said was on His orders.

This reminded Harry that making someone into a powerful being basically free from persecution, since no matter how evil their act they wouldn't Fall, was very dangerous. If they fell off the wagon, so to speak, the only way to stop them was death. Lucifer had been one such archangel who became dark and twisted. Harry had been forced to throw him from Heaven and lock him in what became the Underworld since Harry couldn't bring himself to kill him.

That show of mercy came back to bite him in the ass rather spectacularly as you can imagine.

Anyway, it meant Harry would have to be careful who he reincarnated as an archangel. To make sure, he had made only six of Brave Saints cards capable of reincarnating someone into an archangel. The other six would reincarnate them as simple angels who could work their way up the angelic ladder, so to speak and maybe even rise to the position of Seraph.

Harry looked up as Rossweisse entered the throne room alone. "Where's Asia and Raynare?" asked Harry in confusion.

Rossweisse stopped in front of him before speaking. "Asia is with Gabriel, learning how to improve her manipulation of your Holy power while Raynare is simply wandering around. The latter seems especially happy to be here again after so long."

"I would imagine so," said Harry wryly. "It has been around five centuries since she was last here, after all." He smiled widely as he remembered something. "She looked like a kid at a candy store when we arrived."

It was true. When they'd arrived, Raynare's eyes had almost sparkled in delight at the sight of her old home. After being assured that she wouldn't be attacked in any way, she'd gone to visit her old haunts and maybe even see some old friends.

Harry turned to Rossweisse with a serious look on his face. "Rossweisse, I need your opinion on an urgent and important matter."

Rossweisse stood straight and at the ready. "What is it, my Lord?"

Harry waved his hand and an illusion of a spear and a sword appeared hovering between them. "Should I make my symbolic weapon a sword or a spear?"

It took everything Rossweisse had not to faceplant then and there at her master's words. She'd thought he wanted her opinion on his problems with deciding on a Queen for his 'peerage' or even on the problem of archangels being incapable of Falling. Not what his symbolic weapon should be! Especially when she knew he didn't need it. Her need to faceplant only got worse as he continued.

"I'd originally had more choices," said Harry with a considering look before smiling widely. "I'd originally thought of something awesome like a warhammer but decided against it since it looks like something a barbarian would use instead of a sophisticated and just ruler." His face took on a pout. "That and that asshole Odin gave it to his son Thor. Stupid Mjolnir..."

Rossweisse sweatdropped at her lord's mumbling about stupid God of Thunder's and their awesome hammers.

"I discarded the other choice like maces and clubs for the same reason, leaving me with a spear or a sword. I'm more partial to the spear," said Harry absently as he enlarged the image of the spear. "It has a longer reach and it can just look so badass in the right hands. The problem is, of course, that Odin, that asshole, sort of trademarked the spear as his own weapon with Gugnir and using one would feel like I'm just copying him."

"As for the sword," continued Harry, ignoring his secretary's incredulous look at the topic of this 'serious' conversation. "It's an oldie but goodie. It can look badass in the right hands and has the right visual effect on others in the right circumstances. But swords are sort of played out nowadays with everyone having a super powerful sword in anime and manga. It's why I'm partial to spears." Harry looked up at Rossweisse with sincere confusion in his eyes. "So what should I pick?"

Rossweisse simply looked at her boss with mouth agape and silently wondered if all powerful gods were this eccentric. Then she remembered her previous employer and decided that yes, all powerful gods were a little insane.

"I-I-I...," stuttered Rossweisse before she took a deep breath and regained her composure. "I think you should go with the spear. Angels are already known for using light spears so it would be a show of solidarity amongst you and your children. Odin can also teach you how to best use it in combat while a sword has so many possible styles that it would take longer to master. As for Odin trademarking it... technically every weapon had been trademarked by one god or another so it would be a moot point."

Harry seemed to think about it before nodding with a smile. "Spear it is then. All that's left is the name and I already have one in mind. Solarion, the Spear of Light."

Rossweisse looked confused for a moment before giving Harry a blank look. "Solarion? Isn't that the name of the spear from that game Diablo 3? The one that arrogant archangel, Imperius I think his name was, used?"

There was a beat of silence as Harry fidgeted in his throne. "No?"

Rossweisse glared at her boss. "Copyright is wrong, not to mention illegal."

Harry crossed his arms and pouted on his throne. "I'm God! I'm above such petty things like copyright!"

"No, you're not," said Rossweisse firmly. "Aren't you supposed to be fair and just? Stealing another's idea isn't very fair or just, is it?"

"I'm not stealing it," said Harry stubbornly before averting his eyes. "I'm just... giving it adequate praise by naming my spear after it."

Rossweisse just sighed, knowing she wouldn't win this. "Whatever. But if someone calls you out on it then it's your problem."

Harry smiled like Christmas had come early. "Solarion it is! Oh, I can't wait to make it! It's going to look awesome!"

Rossweisse sighed and rubbed her temples, wondering if other people in her position had to go through things like this.

Somewhere in the Underworld, Grayfia rubbed her forehead at her husband's antics before pinching his cheek and giving him a patented Grayfia Lecture™. She inwardly wondered if other secretaries/maids had to put with this.

Back in Heaven, Rossweisse cleared her throat as she got down to business. "That's... very nice, my Lord. But I wished to talk to you about the recent Excalibur thefts."

At this, Harry became serious and sighed. "Yes. It's concerning. Especially since I was planning on recombining the fragments into one again."

"Could there be a spy within the church, my Lord?" asked Rossweisse half-curious, half-concerned. "I thought we'd cleaned out all the bad eggs these last few weeks."

"We could have missed one," admitted Harry slowly. "It could also be an angel here in Heaven. The System that causes them to fall isn't perfect and unless I know how they circumvented it, I won't know how to fix it."

"What are you going to do, my Lord?" asked Rossweisse curiously. "We know they were stolen by the fallen angels so why haven't we reacted?"

Harry smiled as Rossweisse unconsciously said 'we', adding herself to the faction. "We aren't going to do anything. I've sent Gabriel to talk to Azazel and he assures us that he had nothing to do with it. I'm inclined to believe him. Azazel was always more of a scientist than a warrior and definitely not a thief. He's more interested in figuring out how to create his own Sacred Gears than in Holy Swords. He was there at their original creation, after all, and he knows her can't recreate it."

"So if he's not behind it," said Rossweisse in confusion. "That means there's another faction of fallen angels?"

"More like rebels within the Grigori," corrected Harry gently. "Azazel, like I said, is more of a scientist than a leader. He simply lacks the ruthlessness needed to keep his men in line in times of peace. Oh, he's a brilliant strategist and tactician in times of war, which is how he survived against me for so long during the war, but his heart isn't made for the tough decisions necessary to keep the peace. I wouldn't be surprised if he passes on the mantle of leader as soon as a true peace between the factions is established."

"So the plans for a peace summit are still a go?" asked Rossweisse as she made a note.

Harry nodded before sighing. "Rossweisse... do you think revealing my survival is a good thing?" Rossweisse looked confused so he elaborated. "With my death, a cease-fire happened almost immediately, something that would have probably have been impossible if I survived. Things are tense yet peaceful now and the news of my survival might upset all that and cause war to break out. Wouldn't it maybe be better for Michael to continue to pretend that he's the acting God and stay in the background?"

Rossweisse sighed before smiling up at her boss. "I can't answer that, my Lord. While it's true that a tentative cease-fire was formed after your death, we cannot say it wouldn't have happened after the original Four Satans deaths'. You told me that by that time you just wanted the war to be over, correct?"

Harry sighed and shrugged. "More or less. The war had gone on for millennia and it had weighed on me heavily. Especially the amount of humans killed in the cross-fire. I was so angry and eager for it to be over by the end that it made me reckless. I normally wouldn't have faced all four Satans in my weakened state if I wasn't so eager to end the war. I paid for it and if it wasn't for my planning ahead, I would be permanently dead."

Harry had confided in Rossweisse the truth of how he'd died and been reborn. She had accepted it and even said it proved his foreknowledge and intelligence since other gods would have been too proud to admit the possibility of death and defeat.

"Then it's possible that the cease-fire would have occurred either way," said Rossweisse confidently. "I don't doubt that you would have accepted a cease-fire even if you hadn't died."

Harry nodded but privately had doubts. The old him had been too proud, too stubborn to accept anything but complete victory over those who betrayed him and the devils he hated. His second life had tamed him of that but not completely cured it. He still, more often than not, blamed devils and fallen angels for the many things wrong in the world. He was slowly coming to terms that humans most times did evil without any prompting but it was slow going. He was a person that always saw the best in everyone.

Harry sighed before getting up and walking to Rossweisse and placing his hands on her shoulders with a smile, causing said Valkyrie to blush heavily. "Thank you Rossweisse. I would be completely lost without you."

Rossweisse felt her heart skip a beat before beating like crazy at her lord's words. She felt a familiar feeling well up inside her and she couldn't but wish he would wrap her in his arms as she'd seen him do many times with that Rias girl.

This feeling had become more and more common the last few days and it didn't take Rossweisse long to realize she was coming to have feelings for the man before her. She'd always thought he was attractive and came to genuinely care for him as her friend and lord but the increasing amount of time they spent alone working on projects as well as the increasing amount of trust he was placing in her made it hard not to fall for him.

Harry, the God of Gods, was a charismatic, handsome and brave man who never asked others to do what he wasn't willing to. He saw the best in people and never looked down on them and not for the first time, Rossweisse wondered how this wonderful man could be best friends with a disdainful and arrogant bastard like Odin. Certainly, she knew Harry wasn't perfect but it was hard to reconcile the Odin she knew, mocking and ungrateful of her hard work, with Harry, humble and thankful.

She remembered the one time she drank a little alcohol. She knew about her extreme weakness (some might even call it allergy) to the drink but she had wanted to celebrate with her new lord. As expected, she had been sick and vomiting for hours before passing out. She'd awoken to find herself being taken care by Harry himself, who had blamed herself for her condition, saying he shouldn't have invited her to drink. He had then nursed her back to health himself without once mocking her weakness or inability to hold her drink. It was that moment that she first felt the feeling currently in her heart.

To tell the truth, Rossweisse was falling in love with him and it became increasingly hard to hide her feelings. Especially when they were alone like this with no one around.

As for Harry, he couldn't help but notice how beautiful Rossweisse was. Her light blue eyes combined with her silver hair made her look almost ethereal. When she channeled magic, it boosted her to goddess-like beauty that Harry could honestly approached the level of Aphrodite without looking trashy or slutty like the aforementioned goddess of love.

It wasn't just her looks but her personality. Even her weakness to alcohol was comical and he had to admit it felt good to nurse the normally serious back to health. She'd looked so adorable that it had taken everything he had not to coo at her.

But men don't coo. Ever. So he'd controlled himself.

Harry eventually shook himself from the daze looking into Rossweisse's eyes caused him, missing the disappointed look that crossed Rossweisse's face.

"Well, I'm going to go see how Raynare is," said Harry with a smile before gently placing a kiss on her forehead. "We'll talk later, Rossweisse."

"Y-Yes, my Lord," responded Rossweisse, trying vainly to hide her blush.

With a smile, Harry left the throneroom, leaving a blushing Rossweisse holding her chest with a small extremely happy smile on her face.

Raynare sat in her old spot with a wide smile on her face as she looked over Heaven.

It had been centuries since she'd last been here yet it felt as if she'd never left. Raynare basked in the Light of Heaven, trying in vain to push back the tears as nostalgia hit her.

She remembered the feeling of being cut off from Heaven's Light. She remembered the helplessness, the unending sorrow and loss of purpose it caused. She remembered latching onto Azazel, clinging to the last motes of Heaven's Light he gave off until even that faded.

She hadn't realized how much of her actions had been caused by her overwhelming homesickness. She kept wishing for power out of some vain attempt to fill the hole left behind by her Fall: the feeling of serving a higher power, of righteousness, of being complete. All that she had lost in her Fall and she'd tried to fill it by making Azazel love her and with power. Both things that only worked as a stopgap for her true problem.

The closest she'd ever gotten was with Luna's birth.

Luna.

Her beloved moon child. Oh, how she missed her! Her beloved baby girl who had overfilled the hole in her heart with Raynare's love for her. She had been perfect in Raynare's eyes. Beautiful dirty blond hair like her father and silvery grey eyes that reminded Raynare of her own father's true form. Raynare had never been so happy as the day she been born.

And never so broken as the day she had to leave her behind. Hearing her father mention her daughters' name so long ago had brought all those feelings back. Part of the reason she'd wanted Twilight Healing was that she thought that with that she could go back to her daughter. If anything happened, she could heal herself and her daughter easily and that way, protect her. It was a stupid in retrospect but Raynare had been so desperate that she was willing to do anything.

Her father had told Rayanre about Luna. How she grew up and her eccentricities. Raynare didn't care, having gobbled up every story like a starving man in the desert. She smiled happily at her daughter's oddities and accomplishments and scowled angrily at being told she used to be picked on. It was only her father assuring her that Luna was happy now that stopped Raynare from tracking down Luna's bullies and teaching them a lesson.

Her father had offered a chance to see Luna without fear but Raynare hesitated. She wanted Luna's first sight of her to be better than her current form, all dark and evil. She wanted her daughter's first sight of her after so long to be of white wings and beauty. Her father promised her that it would happen and she was already seeing the results.

Raynare spread her wings and looked at their color. Originally a shade of black just a little lighter than normal black, they were now gray with streaks of white here and there. Her father told her that his presence as well as her redeeming herself in taking care of Asia was the cause. Soon, they would be pure white once more and she'd be an Angel of Heaven again.

Raynare smiled as she thought about her best friend. It was strange to think about it but Asia was really her best friend now. She was closer to Asia than she had been to Kalawarner or Mittelt despite knowing them for centuries. Asia's naivety and innocence never failed to get Raynare to laugh as she misunderstood certain things that others took for granted. The two had had a great many times since they started attending high school and for the first time, Raynare actually looked forward to it.

Except for the time her beloved father embarrassed her. Raynare blushed as she remembered how he tended to dote on her, calling her his little Ray-chan and hugging her all the time. God, it was so embarrassing! Yet she relished her 'Daddy time' as he called it. It felt good... to be loved.

Speak of the god and he shall appear as Harry sat down beside Raynare, startling the (former?) fallen Angel.

"Hey, Ray-chan," said Harry happily. "Enjoying the view?"

Raynare blushed and fidgeted at having her beloved father in her special spot before her tsundere protocols activated. "Tch! It's... alright, I guess."

Harry chuckled. "Aw, you're so cute, Ray-chan!"

Raynare blushed and didn't hesitate at shooting a glare at her father. "Mo-Moron! Don't say such embarrassing things!"

"Yeah, yeah..." said Harry with a smirk.

The two stayed silent for a moment before Raynare spoke. "So, why did you bring me here?"

"What?" asked Harry innocently. "Can't I hope to spend some time with my beautiful, adorable little girl?"

Said adorable little girl blushed beet red at his words.

"I mean, it's not like we hang out together that often so I thought a little trip together would be nice," Harry gave Raynare surprisingly cute puppy dog eyes, "What's wrong, Ray-chan? Don't you want to spend some quality time with your Papa- YEOWCH!"

Raynare pulled back the foot she used to stomp on her father as she hovered over him. "Sh-shut up! Li-like I would f-feel happy at hearing such s-sweet words from the likes of you! Baka father!" She was yelling so loud that her eyes were closed and the blush reached from her forehead to her chin. "A-A dog's words are worthless! Worthless! Baka Dog Father! Chihuahua! Shih Tzu! Terrier!"

"Owwww..." despite the force of Raynare's stomps, Harry was unharmed and continued to smile. "You're too mean to your loving father, Ray-chan..."

"Hm!" Raynare crossed her arms under her bust and looked away, trying in vain to hide her blush. "It's only what baka father deserves!"

"But... I love you," whined Harry with a hidden smirk.

Raynare promptly went so red that she could work as a stop sign in the middle of the night. "W-What!? L-Love?! I-I-I-I..."

Harry stopped Raynare's stutters by the simple expedient of grabbing her in a hug and sitting her in his lap with her back to his chest. "There. Now be a good girl and let your father pamper you."

Raynare fought to stop a stupid happy smile from crossing her face. "Li-like this would make me happy. Baka father." Despite her words, Raynare made herself tinier in her father's impossibly warm embrace, basking in his presence.

All at once, the feeling of completeness returned and Raynare was brought to tears because of it. All the regret and pain of what she'd done hit her and she started to sob.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," sobbed Raynare as she clung to her father, bawling into his shirt. "I'm so sorry! Please let me come back home! I'm sorry!"

As Raynare continued to bawl into his shirt, Harry smiled sadly and hugged her to him, memories of the past coming to him.

Before his resurrection, he would have never had allowed the Fallen Angels redemption. He would have simply killed them for their sins and considered it a mercy.

Yet his life as Harry Potter had changed that. Had allowed him to see it from a different point of view. He remembered how Mrs. Weasley pampered her children, almost a bit too much at times, and the way she had welcomed him into her home without a single complaint. He remembered her ferocity in defending her children and the way she welcomed Percy back despite his betrayal without a word, only telling him how much she loved him.

He remembered her bawling over Fred's body, denying the truth before her eyes and wanting nothing but to bring her son back. The pain in her tears back then still brought tears to his eyes now. He remembered how even the Malfoys had abandoned their beliefs in favor of their son and how their love for him was enough that they willingly went to Azkaban in his place.

Harry thought back on his own memories as God. He remembered Azazel's 'birth'. Back then, he didn't create them as adults but let them grow up like normal human children. He remembered changing Azazel's diapers and the many headaches he gave Harry. He remembered the pride he felt when Baraquiel learned Holy Lightning as well as Shemhazai learning to wield Holy Flames alongside Uriel.

He loved his children, Fallen or not. The war had turned him into a hard, unforgiving person but in his hearts of hearts, he loved all of them, even the Fallen. Every Fallen death had carved a scar in his heart and it had only been when he was reborn and regained his memories that the scars had healed and he'd remembered how much he'd loved his Fallen children.

As Raynare cried into his chest, he just held her and wondered if he'd ever reconcile with his other lost children the same way someday.

Harry and Rias' master bedroom

Kuoh town, Japan

One week later

Waking up as God was far different than waking up as a normal human (well, wizard but you get the point) had been.

For one, as the former, Harry didn't really need sleep. When he 'slept', he really went into a sort of sleep mode similar to a computer. Everything was still operating, it simply wasn't being used at the moment. For that reason, Harry didn't really get that nice feeling people get when they wake up after a good night's sleep. There was also no lag time in between while his mind slowly started up. To him, it was like he was asleep one second and instantly awake the next.

It was actually a bit depressing when you think about it. You never know how good getting a good night's sleep felt until you no longer needed it. Then you really started to miss it.

Knowing this, one would wonder why Harry would sleep at all since he didn't get any benefit from it beyond maybe working on Occlumency to better control his past life's emotions or thinking up new ideas.

Let's just say there were some unexpected benefits.

Harry was instantly awake at a little before 6am, almost like an alarm had gone off in his head. At first, he wondered what it was that woke him until he felt Rias shift in his arms, cuddling more into his chest, distracting him. Harry smiled down at his girlfriend of about a month, his heart swelling with love for her.

Rias looked so adorable cuddling up to his chest, her arms wrapped possessively around him as if she didn't want to let him go. Her crimson hair haloed her head in a enticing mess that only made the slight snores and the little bit of drool that much more adorable.

Okay, scratch that. The drool was no longer adorable. She had sleepily rubbed her face into his chest, spreading the drool all over it. He loved her but seriously?!

Harry simply sighed and banished the drool away, knowing that making a fuss about it would be counterproductive. Rias was still slightly insecure about their relationship at the moment. Not only was this her first ever relationship but he was technically her enemy and if word reached the Church about it, there was a high chance he would be ex-communicated. Over the past month, Rias had gotten the idea of how much the Church meant to him, having offered him a better life (true but not quite the way she thought). She knew that being ex-communicated would hurt him deeply and she loved him enough that she was willing to put up with him staying an exorcist so he could be happy.

Of course, the idea of him being ex-communicated given who he really was was laughable but she didn't know that so her concerns seemed valid.

Over the course of the past month, they'd established some ground rules. No asking about sensitive information regarding their Faction and no pushing a subject the other said was off-limits. For Harry, his exact position in the Church was one such subject, one he really didn't know how to breach.

How the hell do you tell your devil girlfriend that you're God? I mean, Harry wasn't an expert but he was pretty sure that that could make or break the relationship. Especially if she found out from a source that wasn't him. That just promised to end badly.

Before Harry could get too lost in his depressing thoughts, he was brought back to Earth by the feel of Rias kissing his neck.

Smiling, Harry turned to his awakening girlfriend. "Good morning, luv."

"Good morning, Harry-kun," said Rias sleepily before lazily glaring at him. "I'm glad you're back but you're up and thinking too early."

Harry chuckled and rolled them over so he was on top, getting a yelp from the beautiful devil. "But I thought you liked my energy."

Rias blushed before her gaze turned hooded and lustful as she ground her mound against his erection. "It has its benefits."

The couple slowly leaned in before meeting in a scorching kiss, getting a groan from both. Harry quickly pushed the covers off them so they didn't get tangled in them in the coming lovemaking session (yes, it had happened before). Rias quickly wrapped her legs around her man and moaned throatily when Harry broke the kiss to leave a trail of kisses down her neck.

Knowing that they would have to make breakfast and leave to school soon, they didn't waste any more time and Rias lined him up with her core. Harry quickly yet gently entered her, causing Rias to moan almost wantonly as she felt herself be stretched deliciously.

By the Maou, no matter how many times they did this, it never got old. Rias wasn't ashamed to say that she'd become a little addicted to sex after their first time. They rarely went a day or two without having sex (usually right before bed) and Rias got grumpy when she went too long without it. When Harry returned from visiting the Vatican two days ago, she'd all but kidnapped him before taking him to their room and having sex for almost eight hours straight, unleashing all her pent-up lust from the past week on him. Not that Harry was any better since if it was up to him, they would had sex on the dining room table last night.

Rias made a mental note to thank her sister-in-law for the naked apron tactic idea.

The couple continued to make love, Harry thrusting in and out of Rias' tight pussy with skill while Rias moaned and nipped at his ear and kissed him whenever possible. Harry groaned as the feel of Rias' tight pussy alone almost made come undone. Even after a month of this, Rias was still as tight as their first time. He didn't know whether it was a devil thing or not, but he definitely wasn't complaining.

Rias moans started taking a higher pitch, signaling her orgasm was incoming and Harry started to go faster so they could orgasm together.

The two were seconds away from orgasming when...

"Ufufufufu, breakfast and a show? Buchou, you shouldn't have."

Both Harry and Rias' eyes widened at Akeno's voice but the surprise caused them both to lose control and orgasm. Harry impaled himself up to hilt as he came into Rias' unprotected snatch, inwardly glad he could control his fertility so he didn't mistakenly get her pregnant. Rias bit her lip as she tightened around her boyfriend's rod, the orgasm so strong that she actually saw white for a second.

When both of their orgasms passed, the two quickly remembered what set them off and vainly covered themselves in their sheets before turning to the voice.

Sitting in a chair at the foot of the bed was a slightly panting Akeno Himejima. She was dressed in her school uniform but from the slightly disheveled look on her face, it was obvious she had been touching herself while watching them. She was eying Harry with a very hooded and lustful look on her face and her eyes kept dropping to a certain now covered part of his anatomy.

"No wonder Buchou seems so happy lately, ufufufufu," teased the half-fallen Queen before giving Harry a look that made even the extremely loyal man hard as steel. "Perhaps Buchou would be willing to share her happiness?"

"No, I'm not," said Rias as she wrapped her arms around her boyfriend possessively, dragging his face into her cleavage. "He's my boyfriend and he should only make me happy that way."

"Ufufufufufu, Buchou certainly is a selfish girl," teased Akeno as she continued to eye Harry. "But maybe we should ask Harry-kun? Tell me, Harry, don't you wish to make your girlfriend's Queen happy?"

Harry sighed as Rias glared at her Queen, hugging him more possessively as if to keep him away from her. The saddest part was this was not a rare occurrence.

Ever since his defeat and humiliation of a certain Phenex member, Akeno had become a lot more friendly to him. He may not have a lot of experience but even he noticed her flirting with him whenever they were alone together. It made him uncomfortable since he knew Rias didn't like it at all.

At the same time, Harry couldn't find it in himself to reject her. He knew about her past and how hard it was for her to open up to strangers. She truly hated her fallen angel half and it was very insecure about it. She believed she would be rejected and abandoned if others knew about it which is why no one but Rias knew about it. Harry only knew because he could sense it and how similar it was to his son's Baraquiel's.

Harry didn't know what happened to cause Akeno's hatred but he couldn't help but see her as a pseudo-granddaughter and want to protect her. She deserved to know both sides of her family after all.

Of course, it was hard to see her a granddaughter when she constantly pressed her not inconsiderable assets against him when they were alone. He had never been so glad for Occlumency to help him hide his reaction to her actions, which unfortunately seemed to only spur her on more.

"Why are you even here, Akeno?" asked Rias semi-angrily. After all, no one liked to have their post-orgasmic bliss interrupted.

"Ah, Buchou," said Akeno demurely. "Don't you remember? You're the who told me to wake you up early today. It's the ball tournament, remember?"

Rias' eyes widened and a competitive glint entered them. "That's right! We have to get to the clubroom early so we can prepare our strategy to defeat Sona!"

Harry had an amused smile even as Rias ran around grabbing her clothes. "I'll go make breakfast then."

Akeno pouted when Harry used the sheets as a makeshift cover before grabbing a change of clothes and going to take a quick shower in the hall bathroom since Rias was using theirs. Usually they would take a bath together to start the day but with Rias' rush, their usual bathroom activity would make her late.

Using a Refreshing Charm, Harry decided to take a shower after making breakfast so that Rias would at least go to school with a full belly. Deciding this, Harry went to the kitchen and got started on making breakfast. By the time it was done, not only was Rias dressed and ready but Asia and Raynare were up and the rest of Rias' peerage sans Kiba had arrived to eat as well... the moochers.

Harry smiled as Rias ate her breakfast of pancakes and eggs with speed yet still maintain her dignity. Akeno ate with her usual Nadeshiko grace yet Harry had look away when she saw him looking and starting to eat her breakfast in a way that made him wish he was her breakfast.

Harry's eyes fell on Koneko before sweatdropping as he saw her looking up at him expectantly. "Koneko-chan... I think there's more than enough syrup on those pancakes already."

Indeed, her pancakes were almost swimming in syrup and butter, making it seem like the pancakes were two islands in the middle of a syrup lake. Despite that, Koneko just continued to look at him expectantly, causing him to sigh and grab another bottle of syrup to replace the one she just emptied and handed it to her.

"If you get fat, it's on you," stated Harry bluntly as Koneko added a bit more syrup before digging in.

That neko loved her sweets and it seemed syrup had joined that category.

Koneko just gave him a blank look at his words before looking down at her flat chest and getting a small cloud of depression around her. "...unfair."

Harry only sweatdropped at the small nekomata and patted her head consolingly. "There, there... I'm sure they'll grow in."

'If your sister is any indication,' thought Harry in exasperation. 'You'll probably be bigger than even Rias.'

Koneko just gave him a small dirty look before returning to her meal, silently telling him that the only reason she didn't deck him was because he made such a good breakfast.

"Ufufufufufu," giggled Akeno politely as she finished her breakfast. "You make such heavy meals, Harry-kun." It was lucky Rias was so distracted with possible strategies against Sona or she would have noticed the way Akeno purred Harry's name. "Are you trying to make us fat?"

Harry just gave her a dry look. "For you and Rias, I'm pretty sure all that fat goes to... certain areas. So you're safe."

It was true, at least in Akeno's case. When he'd made his female angels, he hadn't wanted them to get fat from laziness or anything so he made it so any extra fat they ate went to... certain noticeable areas. It was for this reason that there was very little female angels (Fallen or not) without noticeable curves after a certain age.

Akeno, being half-Fallen, would have inherited those genes which was obvious in her absolutely humongous breasts. Seriously, they looked bigger than her head!

Akeno gave him a lustful and sly look and was about to say something when Rias finished her meal. "Done! Come on, Akeno! We need to finish our strategy against Sona."

Akeno just smiled politely, sending a final look at Harry before getting up gracefully. "Very well, Buchou."

"I'm done as well!" said Asia from beside Issei. Harry sent Issei a glare when he saw the boy ogling Asia in her sportswear which the girl had put on early. Harry would never understand what Asia saw in the little pervert but they did say love was blind, after all.

"Great, Asia-chan," said Rias happily. "Today would be the first sports day you participate as part of the ORC, so it's a special day." She turned to Harry and gave him a loving kiss. "I'll see you later, Harry-kun. You going to participate in sports day?"

Harry shrugged. "Probably not. There's no openings in any team right now and I don't feel like haggling for one. I'll juts cheer for you. Just take care of Asia-chan, okay? I agreed to let her join your club because I trust you all but I don't want anything bad to happen to her. I am the one in charge of watching over her."

"Don't worry, I will," promised Rias with a smile.

It had been one of the few arguments Rias and him had had. Harry had gotten tired of Rias constant attempts to subvert Asia to her cause and agreed to let her join the ORC as a member if she stopped trying to make Asia a member of her peerage. Rias had reluctantly agreed, seeing how much her attempts to get Asia to join her peerage bothered him. Raynare had declined joining but Asia had never been happier, being close to her extremely obvious crush, Issei, every day.

Harry mused on the irony of the fact that both God and his Holy Maiden were in love with devils before remembering something.

"Rias," said Harry, getting her attention as she was about to ready the transportation circle. Harry ahd helped her modify it so Asia could use it as well. "Remember that after school I'll be at the church to greet the two incoming exorcists. We'll have to hide our relationship from them since I don't think they'll be very pleased about it and might report it back to the Vatican if they discovered it. That would bring all sorts of problems."

Everyone except Asia and Raynare looked surprised at the knowledge that exorcists were coming while Rias looked put out at the reminder that she wouldn't be able to cuddle with her boyfriend for an indeterminate amount of time as long as the other two exorcists were there. "Are you finally going to tell me why they're here, in my territory?"

Harry smiled at her prideful demeanor. "I'll bring them by the clubroom in the afternoon tomorrow. I'll explain everything then."

Rias nodded and quickly ran into his arms before giving him a scorching kiss. "I'll miss you," whispered Rias with a slight blush.

"I'll miss you too," said Harry quietly. "It'll only be for a three days at most, I promise. It'll be over before you know it and everything will be back to normal."

Rias smiled happily and quickly stepped away before walking over to where the rest of the peerage sans Raynare was standing, having finished breakfast during the little exchange. Rias waved goodbye as the transportation circle took them to the ORC clubroom, the last sight Harry being Akeno's flirty wink.

Sighing to himself, Harry decided he needed to get ready for the day as well and got up to take a shower. He ignored Raynare's throw-up gestures at his and Rias' lovey-doveyness and went to take a shower. Harry went to get his change of clothes before grabbing a towel from the closet on the way to the bathroom.

Moaning in bliss as the cool water hit his skin and completely woke him up, he didn't notice the strange color of the water until he looked down and noticed the water dripping off him was orange. Knowing he couldn't possibly be that dirty, a bad feeling filled him.

Harry got out of the shower and looked into the mirror to confirm his fears.

He was orange.

Scratch that, he was a bright eye-scorching orange! Someone had switched the water with orange dye!

It was then that Harry saw a note posted to the mirror.

'This is revenge for destroying my Archer poster.

Love, Rias'

Harry crumpled the note as he glared at his orange-hued skin in anger. "Oh, it is on, Gremory."

The week's ball tournament was a tradition in which students banded together to learn the importance of teamwork and make new friends.

Not really. It was mostly used for them to take out their anger on people they hated in the dodgeball competition. Harry, of course, just couldn't resist get revenge for Rias' prank as well as overall antagonizing Rias during the course of the tournament. His favorite competition was, of course, the dodgeball competition.

Harry in his Kirei Kotomine disguise filled in for a member of the baseball who was 'mysteriously' absent that day and so they went up against the Occult Research Club during the dodge ball event. The baseball team had been happy when he volunteered, afraid they'd have to drop out due to lack of members.

On a completely unrelated note, the missing member showed up the next day having woken up two miles out of the town limits being chased by coyotes. How coyotes even showed up in Japan shall remain a mystery fort he ages.

It was…interesting, to say the least, how everyone seemed to be more interested in hitting Issei than actually playing the game. With some luck, Issei kept dodging the incoming shots but only barely. It quickly became obvious why they were aiming for him by the things they were shouting. The shouts were going something like this.

"Aim for him, aim for Hyoudou"

"Get that damned beast"

It was obvious why they focused on him. They couldn't hit either Rias or Akeno, both being the School's Two Great Beauties and not to mention, Harry would kill them if they so much as hurt one hair on Rias head. Kiba was the Academy's Great Gentleman and the girls would murder them if they hurt him. Asia was a cutie and much too innocent to hurt and the same went for the school mascot Koneko.

That left only Issei and the fact that he was a stupid pervert surrounded by beauties didn't help his case. Asia obvious infatuation with him only made them hate him even more as they believed he was nothing but a dirty pervert trying to corrupt the beautiful women of the ORC club.

His dirty comments didn't help his case at all.

"Screw you guys," yelled Issei as he kept dodging the fast balls. "I have nothing to feel ashamed of. You're just jealous you're never going to get the chance to touch the president incredible bust!"

This was when Harry had had enough and closed his eyes while holding a ball, still dodging the occasional shot that was taken at him, mostly by Rias and Koneko. Akeno was also trying to hit him though her shots seemed to stray a little too south for his liking.

"Armaments chapter 2, Verses 9-21. And Saint Atila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, 'Oh, Lord, bless this thy hand grenade that with it thou mayest blow thy enemies to tiny bits, in thy mercy. 'First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three, no more, no less." said Harry, praying much to Rias' irritation who tried to stop him by throwing dozens of balls at him, all of which missed. "Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shalt be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thou foe, who being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it. Amen."

With that Kotomine opened his eyes again while tilting his head slightly to the side in order to avoid another ball from Rias who looked at him in dismay. She knew what was coming for her poor Pawn. Kotomine was a very jealous boyfriend, after all. Something she privately admitted she loved about him since it made her feel special.

"One," intoned Harry as he focused his holy energy into the ball. Harry's eyes locked onto Issei who gulped in fear as Kotomine grinned darkly at him. Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned Buchou's breasts in front of her jealous boyfriend?

"Two." Harry aimed the ball and cocked his hand back. Everyone in the ORC finally decided to abandon ship and gave Issei a wide berth.

"Three." And with that, he threw with the ball with enough strength and power to accomplish what he wanted.

The ball flew in a high arc above their heads and then soared into a downwards arc towards the unfortunate Issei. The poor devil tried to dodge it but no matter what he did, the ball just seemed to adjust mid-flight to his movements. To the normal humans in the audience, it seemed like the ball was on a direct path for Issei's face.

But for those watching closely or with supernatural senses, it seemed like at the last second the ball changed direction toward somewhere much more precious. Depending on whom they were, the reactions changing from dismay to fear and pity to happiness at a certain perverted beast getting what he deserved to absolute delight when they realized where the ball was going to hit instead. You can probably guess which reactions belong to whom.

*CRUNCH*

Issei promptly collapsed in a heap as the ball crushed Issei's junk. Have you ever been hit in that area? Well imagine being a devil that is weak to blessed objects. Now imagine being hit in that area with a dodge ball blessed by an undercover wizard posing as a fake priest who was actually God. Yes that's right there are no words in existence to describe the pain that Issei Hyoudou felt right now.

"Issei are you alright?" Rias asked worriedly while trying not to break out laughing. She loved her servants, make no mistake, but you had to admit that that was hilarious.

"Ufufufufufu oh my President, it seems that another of 'ball' of Issei's is now in serious condition," teased Akeno as her sadistic side started coming out again. She gave Kotomine a hooded look. "My, my, Kotomine. So rough."

Harry just shrugged. "What can I say? I am an expert in causing perverts pain. Asia!" Said Holy Maiden jumped up at the call. "Can you take Issei behind the building and heal him please? We don't want him to die, after all."

"Yes sir," replied Asia cheerfully. The healing nun went over to Issei and helped him up with difficulty. He was forced to lean on her shoulder as she took him behind the building to heal him. Unfortunately, even with her skills, he would be feeling for a while yet.

"Thanks but that doesn't change anything Kotomine," declared Rias with a fire blazing in her eyes. "For damaging a member of my group in such a humiliating way, you've become my prey. Now prepare to feel my wrath fake priest."

Harry smiled at he heard the teasing in his girlfriend's tone as he mentally prepared his revenge for this morning's prank. If he wasn't God then he would still be bright orange! "Not if I smite you by the grace of God first Rias-hime," replied Harry after receiving a ball from another member of the baseball club.

Rias got a ball from Koneko, and then she and Harry walked closer out of their respective crowds and playfully glared at each other. It was like an old western standoff, the tension in the air had become thick and both clubs backed off to a safe distance.

Since those two got together, it seemed they augmented each other's childish sides and they tended to get out of hand at times.

The two adversaries cocked their hands back and threw their balls. What followed was a dodge ball battle between two people that would be told at Kuoh for years to come.

"Dammit," groaned Rias as Harry walked down the street towards his and Rias' house with the rest of the ORC club sans Asia who had gone on ahead to the church with Raynare to await their new guests. "Am I ever going to get one over you? And I why do you insist on humiliating me at every turn?"

When the dodge ball event had finally ended, Rias was humiliated once again as she realized that Kotomine had been deliberately been using near miss shots on her. A few dozen shots later and her clothes were all torn up exposing part of her bra and her panties and other parts of her body that her clothing normally covered up.

"Oh because Rias things would be boring without you raging at me," replied Harry with a chuckle. "Plus, don't act all innocent. Putting itching powder in my underwear drawer two weeks ago was a dirty trick. I almost scratched a certain something right off because of the itch!"

Rias put on an innocent look as they entered the house. "I have no idea what you mean, Harry-kun. Maybe you just had ants in your pants?"

"Ha ha," said Harry dryly as the rest of the group, bar Kiba, laughed at him. "Very funny. Well, I'm going to go meet up with our incoming guests at the church." He sent Rias a teasing look. "Try not to burn down the house while I'm gone."

Rias eyed Kiba from the corner of her eye to see him looking anywhere but at Harry. "We won't, Harry-kun."

The first week when Rias moved in with him, she had invited her peerage over for their usual meeting.

Unfortunately, Kiba had still been hostile toward him due to him holding a Holy Sword, especially an Excalibur fragment, and had attacked him with little provocation. Harry had easily defended himself and subdued Kiba but the resulting fight had caused a fire to break out and it was only thanks to magic that it didn't get out of control.

Since then, Rias had returned her regular meetings to the ORC clubroom while still living with Harry and made sure Harry and Kiba were never alone. As it was, it was probably the fact that Harry hadn't been seen with Excalibur Ruler since the wedding that kept Kiba in check.

Harry shared a kiss with Rias before walking towards the church to meet up with Asia and Raynare where they'll wait for the two new exorcists to arrive.

The sun was setting as he made his way towards the church using the long way. He was in no hurry and they weren't scheduled to arrive for another four hours, at least. Harry was about halfway there when he paused for a second.

Suddenly, Harry jumped aside, dodging a sword that attempted to cut him from head to groin. Harry landed easily on his feet, summoning Excalibur Ruler from his Treasury with just a flex of his power. The dust cloud that formed after the initial attack settled, revealing the attacker.

"Hello, shitty priest!" yelled Freed Sellzen as he brandished a sword that Harry recognized as Excalibur Rapidly, one of the Excalbur fragments that had been stolen about three weeks ago. "I remember you from before! Most people don't survive me twice so it's time to die, shitty priest!"

Harry's eyes narrowed as Freed charged him at supernatural speeds.

AN: And there's chapter 8!

Yes, I know the chapter is kinda short but I wanted to end it here so that next chapter will involve the arrival of Xenovia and Irina as well as the fight against Kokabiel.

Also, your opinion: should Xenovia join Rias or should she become a member of Harry's Brave Saints?

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Omake: This is Rias' House!

Rias Gremory was a proud devil.

Growing up as the heiress of the Gremory family, she had been given the highest education and taught how to act and what was expected as the future Lady Gremory. While her childhood was... lacking in certain area, she never complained and was proud of her family. The one thing she hated was her arranged marriage with Riser, which her parents made without her consent or opinion on the matter. Their union was made to further both families' position by creating another pure-blood devil grandchild, not out of the belief that they were a good match.

Despite knowing that something like that was possible, Rias had always hoped to marry for love. She dreamed of her knight in shining armor who would be courteous, handsome and would love her above all. She'd thought that he'd be a member of her peerage, therefore making her the one in control of the relationship. It was not out of some evil reason but because her having control would help her with her inherent shyness so that things would develop at her pace.

And instead, she'd fallen in love with Harry.

"No," said Harry stubbornly as he stood between her and her goal. "Nope, nu-huh, no way. Not going to happen. Not in a million years."

Rias sighed at her boyfriend's stubbornness as she wondered for the hundredth time just why she'd fallen in love with him.

Rias pouted cutely up at her boyfriend, making sure to let her lower lip tremble ever so slightly to enhance the cuteness factor. She also made sure to get just enough moisture in her eyes to make them shine slightly. "I just want to do my part and help decorate our house together. Why are you being so stubborn?"

This was her best technique, the dreaded puppy dog eyes technique. Not even her Onii-sama could resist this technique. Harry would be putty in her hands now...

Harry just gave her a deadpanned look. "Don't even try it. You look adorable but I am not letting you decorate my office."

Rias puffed up her cheeks in anger as she glared up at her stubborn boyfriend. "I am just trying to add some taste and color to this house. Your taste in decorations leaves a lot to be desired and before I arrived, this place looked like what you'd expect from a nun's house or a priest."

"I am an exorcist, you know..." said Harry while sweatdropping.

"And now, after two weeks of hard work," continued Rias, completely ignoring her boyfriend's logical point. "This place finally looks good and is ready for guests to visit. Just look how good the living room looks."

"I have yellow curtains," said Harry dryly.

"Which perfectly matches the off-yellow throw pillows on the couch," said Rias stubbornly.

"I didn't have throw pillows before you arrived!" said Harry in exasperation.

"Just another reason you should be thanking me," said Rias with an innocent smile.

Rias internally smiled as she saw her boyfriend breaking under the combined assault of her looks, stubborn determination and cuteness. She had personally chosen to stay in her school uniform since she knew he liked to see her in it. Rias still blushed when she remembered the time they had sex while she was still in her uniform. He had been extra passionate that time and she still got tingles whenever she remembered it.

Harry closed his eyes and looked away, as if to steel himself from her onslaught. "No! This is my office! This a man's room! For men! I will not allow you to girlify it! Plus, it looks fine as it is!"

Rias just crossed her arms under her breasts, strategically both bringing attention to them and making them pop out more. "Your ceiling and walls are two different colors."

Harry looked into his office (or den as she'd heard him call it once) and back at her. "What are you talking about? They're both dark blue."

Rias sighed at her boyfriend's lack of indoor decoration knowledge. "Of course they aren't. The walls are midnight blue while the ceiling is obviously navy blue."

Harry just continued to look confused as he looked from the walls and ceiling to Rias. "Uh... what?"

Rias smiled in victory as his confusion caused his defenses to drop. With skill only a pure-blood devil heiress could have, Rias twisted around her boyfriend and into the office proper.

"The fact you can't tell the difference shows how bad this place is and as your girlfriend, it's my place to correct it. Don't worry," said Rias not-so-reassuringly to her defeated boyfriend. "I won't change a lot. Just repaint the walls, maybe add a decoration or two, maybe some carpeting... You won't even notice the difference."

Rias ignored her boyfriend's despairing look as she mentally planned her final takeover of the house in excruciating detail, inwardly cackling as Operation: Rias' House came to fruition.

Hey, she may be dating an exorcist, but she was a devil.

Hmmmm... maybe she could get away with painting the walls Gremory crimson?

AN: Hope you liked the omake. It was less funny than I hoped but it gives you an insight into Harry and Rias' relationship. I was originally going to do one of Gabriel about Harry and Rias first date but I'll save that for next chapter.

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