WARNING: Part 2 is somewhat lemony. You have been warned.
Volume 2, Life 3
"I have decided that Ms. Kuroka is innocent, of the charges brought forth against her, and pardoned from the crimes she has committed." The judge finished, slamming down his gavel to finalize the verdict.
The entire room had been stunned.
What was sure to be a declaration of ending the Nekomata, was in fact a new beginning for her. Of course, this did not suit well for Porin and his objectives. Standing up from his seat, he slammed his hands on the table in front of him, screaming at the top of his lungs. "Innocent?! You were going to declare her guilty just moments ago! What the hell did she say to you?!"
"What I and Ms. Phenex talked about is none of your business, Mr. Azhul." Accipiter shot back as he got up from his own seat, walking down the steps of his chair and towards the exit of the room. "The verdict of the case is final, and with it, I bid you all a farewell."
Porin was about to continue objecting, but it was obvious that the judge hadn't give a damn, and was silenced even further as Dominik gestured that their time was done and that it was time to leave. Though he could have punished Dominik for treating him that way, he knew it would be futile, as his Queen was right.
Taking one last long glance at Issei and the others, Porin began to grumble under his breath, vowing that he would get his revenge for this act of defiance from the so-called 'Crimson Emperor Dragon'. Walking past the row that Ravel went back to sit in, he stopped, glaring at her the hardest that he could before speaking in an ill-mannered tone.
"I don't know what you did or what you said, but I hope you prepare yourself, Ms. Phenex, as you've made a powerful enemy this day."
Ravel simply smirked in return, looking at him lazily. "I'm shaking in absolute fear." She mocked, which only furthered Porin's anger as he stormed out, frustrated at how the day turned out for him.
While Porin left the room like a small child throwing a tantrum, Dominik stopped as he crossed ways with Kuroka. The two looked at each other in the eyes, simply standing there without a word. Each one knew more or less what the other wanted to say, what they intended to say, what could have been said, but all futile. Too much had changed, and nothing could be like the past. The few moments they had been able to enjoy being together as comrades, as friends, were now over.
"Until we meet again." Dominik said under his breath, giving a small, acknowledging nod and taking his leave as he followed his King out of the courtroom. Kuroka could only watch as her past walked away. Perhaps they would meet again, or, perhaps, this was the final moment. Only time would tell…
When the Gremory group were the final ones in the room, Issei walked up to Ravel, a giant grin on his face. "I don't know how you did it, Ravel, but I must say, I'm glad I had brought you along today."
"I must also admit Ravel. That was quite unexpected." Rias said as she walked up next to Issei. Her brow was raised, but a small smirk still apparent on her face. A bit frustrated with herself not being able to help her love, she couldn't help but be impressed by the littlest Phenex. "But…" That, however, didn't mean she wasn't skeptical as to what happened. "How exactly did you do it?"
"Who cares how she did it. I'm just happy that the little birdy did it, nya."
Breaking herself out of the thoughts of the past, Kuroka joined the other two and wrapped herself around her new King, putting her right arm around his chest from behind as she grabbed it with her left hand from underneath. She pressed her figure against Issei's back, wanting to make him know that she was there, and to take her new place as his Queen. After all, 'the annoying red-head' didn't have a valid reason for shooing her away from Issei now, now that she was owned by him.
Rias's eye twitched for a moment as she watched Kuroka get a bit too close to Issei, but decided to shrug it off. There were more important things to do at the moment.
"I do have a name, you know." Ravel complained, crossing her arms as she glared directly at Kuroka. "You should learn it if we're going to be working together from now on."
"Regardless," Rias interjected, changing the subject before the two pieces began to fight each other over such a silly thing as names, "I think we have the right to know what you did to convince the judge to change his mind."
Ravel smirked. Leaning back, she began to laugh under her breath, before breaking out in a more maniacal laughter, and calming down shortly thereafter in a quick succession. "Easy," she said in a prideful tone, "I bribed him."
…
The room had turned quiet once the confession had come out.
"… You… bribed, him?" Issei asked slowly, breaking the silence. He was unsure if he had heard her correctly. He began to feel a bit shaky, if only because he felt like they had just committed a major crime. Whether or not that would become true was unbeknownst to him.
"… Bribed him with what…?" Rias asked a bit more clearly. For whatever reason to Issei, she seemed to be a bit more level-headed after hearing such an outrageous confession. Perhaps this was normal in the Underworld? He would never know.
"With Oppai Dragon merchandise." Ravel finished with a wink.
Again, the room had fallen silent for a few moments as the answer sunk in. With enough time passed, Kuroka couldn't help but begin laughing hysterically, while Rias sighed and felt her palm meeting her forehead in absolute embarrassment. Issei, on the other hand, could feel his jaw drop, with no words to accompany his absolute astonishment of her recklessness. Well, she could give out free merchandise if she wanted, being his manager and all, but the very fact that she did was absolutely unprecedented in his mind.
"You… you bribed a high judge… with Oppai Dragon merchandise?" He asked, his voice trembling. Whether it was because he was afraid they would be found out or he wanted to laugh, the others truly did not know.
Once Kuroka managed to settle down some, she began to compliment Ravel on her brilliance. "Nice work, little birdy."
"It's Ravel." The littlest Phenex corrected again. "And I didn't do it for you, but for Lord Issei."
"Regardless for who you did it for, it was an unwise move." Rias commented, removing her hand from her head, and placing both on her hips. "What do you think happens if Azhul finds out about this, or worse yet, the media here in the Underworld?" She asked Ravel. Mostly, the last part concerned her the most, as she already had a bad enough reputation as the 'Switch Princess', but to think that said character would be used to bribe a judge was more than just embarrassing for her.
"You don't have to worry." Ravel explained. "The judge promised to keep his mouth shut, and in exchange, he could get any and all the merchandise he wanted to give to his granddaughter for free. Besides, we had this court date set in secret on purpose, did we not? I doubt that the media is going to find out about our little secret so easily or so soon."
"I…" Rias tried to argue the logic, if only to find flaws in the logic of giving away merchandise to bribe a judge. Usually it was money, status, anything else that would give value, but for… she sighed once more, wanting to drop it and have this day end. "I suppose you're right."
"Of course I am." Ravel bragged, puffing her chest up into the air. Issei could only chuckle a bit, having gotten used to the narcissism that all Phenex family members seemed to show at one point or another. Remembering what day it was though, he too shared Rias's sentiments with wanting the day to end, and decided that it was time for all of them to go.
"Well, if no one here has anything else to do, we good to go then?"
Kuroka let go of Issei as she backed off a bit, raising her hand high in the air as she seemed to excitedly jump in anticipation. "All set here!"
"And now she seems to be back to her old, unrestrained self…" Rias commented under her breath, before looking towards Issei once more and smiling. "Well then, with that done, I suppose it's time for us to go home. Shall we?" Rias asked as she offered her arm out to Issei. He smiled in return, wrapping his own around hers, as Ravel followed the two out.
As those three left, Kuroka stayed behind a bit, looking at the back of the man who saved her. A flood of emotions had gone through her those past twenty-four hours, and she never believed that she would honestly be free like this. She had come there that day ready to throw everything away once more, to finally pay for her crimes and end all the grief that she had caused her beloved sister. It seemed that fate had other plans for her though.
Grabbing the Bishop pieces she had come with that day from the projector that had still been sitting in the middle of the room, she pocketed them inside her kimono, and followed the way the trio went. A new day awaited her.
~~*Oppai-Dragon*~~
Later that night, after having a nice dinner with the family and opening his presents (which mostly consisted of either a perverted game of some sort, or something dealing with the Oppai Dragon), Issei had finally managed to pull Rias away from the other girls, reminding her of what the night held in store for the two of them. She could say that it was exciting, having him take the initiative like this, but embarrassing at the same time. It would be the first time for the two of them, despite them having seen each other bare numerous times, and with how much he was looking forward to it, it only added to her nervousness.
She was in the adjacent bathroom to Issei's room, freshening up as she cleansed herself in the shower. In her mind, she was going through all of the information and techniques she had received from her mother and sister-in-law in secret over the past few months. It was bad enough that she had told Venelana and Grayfia of what she had been intending to do, but if her brother and father had found out, then it would have most likely been all over for her.
Shutting off the shower, she stepped out, grabbing the nearby towel she had placed beforehand and began to rub down her body and hair of any excess water. After getting done with that, she wrapped it around her body, hiding it away from the world until it was ready. After all, why not have a little fun with him and make him wait before they got to the action?
Meanwhile, Issei had been waiting patiently on his bed, ready for Rias to come out. He was going through a mental checklist of sorts he had received from Azazel from weeks earlier. He had sought the Fallen Angel out, asking for guidance when it came to the perverted angel's infinite knowledge of the female body. Like an incantation, he began to repeat the instructions in his head over and over to make sure he got everything down correctly as he twiddled his thumbs.
"-play with her and make sure she's wet enough before putting it in. Give her a chance to adjust after putting it in. If she doesn't want to do something, don't pressure her. Play with the nipples just as much as the cli-"
The sound of the bathroom door opening up broke him out of his trance-like state. His head quickly swiveled around to see Rias coming out, towel wrapped around her body. He got up from his seat on the bed, mouth open and ready to say something, but nothing came out. She walked towards him, towel still wrapped around her. An amorous smile showed on her face as she moved gracefully towards him. She sat delicately on the edge of the bed, one hand holding the towel as she pointed towards the pillows. "Issei," she cooed softly, "lay down for me, won't you? And keep your hands to your sides."
The man nodded with much vigor as he did what she had requested, following his King's orders without question.
Laying down on his back, Issei watched as Rias too climbed up onto the bed, standing on top of the mattress as she placed herself at his feet. "R-Rias?"
She placed her finger to her lips, shushing him gently. "You've done so much for us this entire time, Issei." She said as she began to tug on the edges of her towel. "Now, let me service you." With a small giggle, she turned her back to him, unwrapping her entire towel as it still blocked the man's view of her body.
Taking the two ends of her towel, she began to shake her curvaceous bottom which could be clearly seen through the fabric. As if she was listening to a rhythm in her mind, she began to dance on top of the bed, wrapping the towel around her body as she barely gave enough skin for Issei to see, her crimson hair swaying back and forth through the air. With each swish it did, the man couldn't help but feel at ease. It was the color of her hair, the color of his powers, the color that bonded them together.
As Issei continued watching her, he couldn't help but noticed that she was teasing him, sticking her tongue out and winking each time she looked at him, the ends of the towel barely covering her breasts and hips as she twisted and turned on the bed. It had reminded him of the time of when an ancient Pharaoh had taken possession of his body, forcing her to dance for him in an erotic way, not that he had minded at all.
As time went on, her dance had started to become more exotic. With the towel continuing to cover her, she moved towards one of the bedposts holding up the bed's canopy. Before climbing onto the bedpost, she looked back at Issei with the same amorous smile on, seeing the boxer shorts that the man had been wearing had gotten tighter during the time of her dance. She threw the towel towards him, making sure to rub it across her body one last time as if to drown it in her scent, and hit him in the face with it, revealing her pale body.
The young man gladly took the offering, taking in the sweet smell of the crimson beauty before him. Taking in a large enough huff, he moved the towel to see the devilish individual grab the pole with one hand, her back still towards him.
Without a word, Rias jumped onto the bedpost, confident in it to hold her weight as her legs locked around it. She spun once around, before going back the other way, moving fluently and without distraction, as she spun twice more, before spinning to face Issei. Though her lower end was covered by the wooden frame, her rosy nipples could be seen thanks to the moonlight that shone through the nearby windows. She pointed one finger towards him, mouthing the word 'you' to him. She slowly made her way down to a squatting position, but did no more.
The reason was that she had fallen onto the bed when she had tried to spin one more time, making Issei get up from his spot. He stopped though as Rias assured him she was alright, before getting back onto her knees and hands. She joked that she would have to skip the dance having fallen off the pole, but quickly turned back to her alluring ways, not wanting to screw up the atmosphere she had worked so hard on creating.
"Issei." She whispered in a sultry tone, climbing on top of him as she reached him. She said his name twice more, placing her hands onto his chest, feeling his hardened body through the thin white fabric that covered it. Finally, grabbing a hold of the bottom of the shirt that he had been wearing, she asked with the same voice, "Are you ready for the finale?"
"You mean there was more to come?" He teased back.
She continued smiling, looking at his face, then to his lower body where his boxers still were. The small tent that had been pitched seemed to indicate to her that he had been more than ready.
Screaming out the word 'Banzai', she forced Issei to raise his arms. Upon doing so, she grabbed his shirt and lifted it above his face. She did not take it off though, and used it to trap him in that position with arms raised. Doing so, she gently climbed onto his chest, placing herself so that she could feel the heat from his body travel through her inner thighs.
Suddenly becoming blind with his shirt, Issei could feel a small, but wet feeling hit his stomach, followed by the weight of his master and lover. He did not understand what was happening, but believed in his love.
Making Issei stay still and not take the shirt off, Rias couldn't help but feel a bit sadistic, possibly influenced by her best friend. She rubbed her inner thighs all the way across his chest, until she was parallel with the young man, lying flat on his chest.
'This smell!' Issei thought to himself. The young man couldn't help but feel more excited, the flowery scent of his maiden reaching his nose, the same wet feeling from his chest reaching its way to his linen-covered mouth. It was something he couldn't help but feel ecstatic about, his entire life waiting for this moment.
Rias couldn't help but give out a small laugh as she heard Issei's breathing, trying his best to suck her in. It had been a bit embarrassing for her, but the cute reaction she got from her adorable Pawn made up for it, listening to him as though had been cut off from precious oxygen his entire life. She chose to focus on other things though, as she looked towards his lower half.
It was obvious to her that the young man had been waiting for her touch. Her hands slowly crept towards his boxers, the slim, nimble fingers dancing around the elastic strap that held his cover up. An agonized moan, the young man couldn't help but begin to give out a whimper as he felt the cool touch of the crimson beauty swirl around his little buddy. Suddenly, letting out a small yelp, he felt the grasp of his lover wrap around him.
The yelp turned into pleasurable moans quickly though, as Rias had begun to rub him up and down through the fabric. Wanting him to feel it more though, she slyly moved her other hand below the fabric, moving it across his own groin, and began to feel the warmth he gave off directly.
Up and down, up and down, she rubbed, faster and faster, until she could feel it begin to get bigger in her hands.
Because of how long he had been excited, and because of how delicate her fingers felt against his warm skin, he couldn't hold out for very long. He hoped to satisfy her, to go on for several minutes, but his body refused to let him do so, and so, he let loose.
His very own special blend of birthday cake frosting erupted like a volcano, spewing out and even going through the fabric with ease. Rias managed to have it miss her face, as she watched it splash back down onto his boxers, the sound of a satisfied sigh coming from behind her as the volcano eventually stopped after a few major waves of pleasure. She knew, however, that this was simply the beginning.
After regaining some stamina, Issei finally managed to get his shirt off. The first thing he was met with the sight of Rias's precious flower, pink as could be, morning dew dripping from its buds. He had wanted to give it a lick, to perhaps finally taste the sweetness that one could only know after indulging in such delicacy. Or, perhaps he wanted to do it, if only to repay Rias for the kindness that she had shown to him up until this point. Either way, his wish was not to be granted, as the moment he stuck his tongue out to taste, the flower had decided to leave him.
Rias had straightened herself back up, her hand covered in Issei's frosting. She looked back at him, content with seeing him smile back at her. She knew he was satisfied, but knew that as the night went on, that satisfaction would only grow.
Raising her hand to her face, she watched as Issei's eyes widened. With a smirk and a wink, she congratulated him on his birthday, and licked the frosting off her fingers.
~~*Oppai-Dragon*~~
On the other side of the planet, trouble had begun to brew.
On the outskirts of the British city of Canterbury, laid a beaten path. A one-lane dirt road, swerving between trees and bushes, rocks and stumps. At the end of it, was a Victorian-era style mansion, not too small, yet not large enough that it could be easily seen from overhead. After all, the proprietor of the certain abode had gone through several lengths in order to keep it hidden within the Human realm.
A small four door car had been making its way through the forest road, the gleam of the moonlight bouncing off the slick black paintjob as the sun had not yet risen on this side of the world. The owner, along with his driver and trusted advisor, were coming back from a trial that the master was sure he would win.
Porin, with his arms crossed in the backseat, continue to complain aloud, much to Dominik's annoyance who could anything but tell his master to be quiet.
"I can't believe that little whore!" Porin grumbled. "I had her! I had Kuroka in my hands, and that fucking-! I should appeal this to the Maous! Perhaps if I did that, the Phenex family would be put in their place…! Are you listening, Dominik?!"
Dominik felt the back of his seat get kicked as his master continued to throw his tantrum. Letting out an irritated sigh, he had no choice but to respond his pudgy little master.
"I hear you, Master Porin." He muttered, trying his best to focus on the road in front of them. "Perhaps you should focus less on that though, and on the pieces you currently have." He suggested. He knew his master was a sucker for women, regardless of who they were or what they looked like. A few of the Pawn pieces and a Rook in his master's peerage had been taken up by such people. Unfortunately, from what he had heard from Porin, it wasn't voluntary. Fake debts, true extortions, murdering the families in cold blood and 'adopting' the daughter. It was a sad thing, but was also common in devil society.
A few seconds of precious silence went by, making Dominik believe that he was finally done with listening to his master's prattling. Oh how he sincerely missed his old master sometimes.
"Make sure the girls are ready for me when we get home." Porin ordered, and Dominik nodded.
"Of course, Lord Porin, I'll get right on tha-"
Before he could finish his sentence, Dominik saw a man coming out of the brush of the woods. He couldn't get a good glimpse at him, and had very little time to react.
The man in the road was wielding a giant maul, one used in old medieval wars, complete with a set of chainmail armor as he stood in the path of the car. With a mighty swing, he swung it sideways like a baseball bat, hoping to stop the car this way, the man was disappointed as the maul simply scrapped the hood of the car and embedded itself in the windshield. He himself though, was hit by the two-tonne machine going a solid twenty kilometers, as he flew into the air, rolling across the hood and up onto the roof before finally falling off the trunk and onto the ground a few meters away.
The car began to swerve as Dominik tried to regain control of the car. With the road being so small and windy though, the car's front-left tire had gone over a rock, causing Dominik to lose even more control than he had, and finally into a tree. The front was dented heavily, the engine most likely damaged by the ramming of the tree, and the windshield burst into numerous shards of glass as Dominik and Porin suffered whiplash.
The aggressor had begun to pick himself up from the ground, groaning and cursing in his native language as pain coursed through him, mostly because he had the disillusion of thinking he would have managed to stop the car in place. He pushed himself off the ground, casually brushing the dirt off himself before turning his attention to the crashed car. Upon reaching it, he pulled his trusted mace out from it, which had fallen into the passenger seat.
"You devils, are always, fucking WITH ME!" He yelled, emphasizing on the last two words as he raised the maul in his hands above his head, before smashing it down onto the passenger side of the car. The resulting smash echoed throughout the forest, as the metal of the car bent downwards. The door, which had been undamaged in the crash, had become twisted and broken under the pressure of the mace. With another smash, the madman damaged the engine further, swinging again onto the hood.
Dominik slowly came around to the sound of metal being crunched and glass being broken. He felt something wet fall from his head, and his vision was blurry at best. Every bone in his body was asking him not to move, and he even thought that he had broken a rib or two, making his breathing shallow. Funny, he thought to himself, that a devil like him would be in such a terrible shape after such a crash.
With the best of his ability, he looked and saw the enemy smashing his way into the car. He took one glance behind him, to make sure that his master was alright, and saw nothing but a small bit of blood on the seat.
'That son of a-' Dominik thought to himself, as he looked out into the forest, opposite of where the madman was. Though it was barely visible, he saw the tails of the coat his master had been wearing, moving through the trees in silence, a trail of blood leading behind him. Well, so long as his master got away safely, he supposed it didn't matter if he was left behind or not. He was an absolute servant of the Azhul family, and would make sure that the line would be there for as long as he lived.
He didn't know who this man was, or what he was after, but for whatever reason, he feared him more than any other enemy he had faced before. Something was off, he could tell. Whatever it was, his devil senses told him to not let the man's weapon touch him.
He turned his focus back to the one who had begun attacking them, just in time to see the door of his side being ripped off.
Throwing the car door back into the woods behind him, the attacker bent down and leaned into the car, finally showing his face. The darkened man was annoyed to say the least, as he looked into the car.
"Hey, devil-fuck!" The man addressed Dominik. "Weren't there two of you? Where's the pint-size ass-looking guy that was with you?"
Dominik didn't grace the man with an answer though, as he raised his arm, pointing it to the aggressor. Summoning up all the energy he had, he felt heat in the palm of his hand. Charging it up the best he could, Dominik launched a single fireball at the attacker. The madman seemed to realize what was going to happen, and managed to get out of the car before his face got hit. Incidentally, he got hit square in the chest with the sudden blast of flames instead, being sent flying backwards into a tree.
Hoping that it bought him a little time, Dominik began to bash open the car door on his side. The pain coursing through his body made him lose most of his strength, but he managed to push the door open after a few thrusts. Undoing the seatbelt that was still tied around him, he crawled out of the car, falling onto his hands as they reached the ground below.
With the amount of damage already done to him, he knew he stood little chance to this mysterious foe. He would have to use all his cunning if he wanted a chance to flee and find his master.
Using the car to support his weight, Dominik managed to get up into a stand position, before limping away into the forest. A small trail of blood followed, his right foot scraping the dirt floor as he put distance between him and the unknown human. He nervously limped for more than ten minutes before finally stopping to catch his breath, confident that he managed to get away. 'Now to find Porin…'
~~*Oppai-Dragon*~~
Deeper in the forest, Porin was lying against a tree, huffing and puffing as he tried his best to catch his breath. It was unusual for him to run more than a couple of feet, so to run what felt like half the planet to him, which was really only a mile, he had been completely exhausted. The only reason why he sat down now was because he had been sure that nobody had followed him, so he thought it was best to recuperate rather than continue running.
Once he managed to get his breathing back to a steady rate, he smacked his lips and rolled onto his hands and knees, before pushing off the ground to stand back up on his stubby little legs. He looked back at the direction he had come from, looking for any sign of the thing that had attacked their car, which he had been annoyed about, thinking that he was going to have to use his inheritance money to replace it. When he was confident that he had lost them, he let out a sigh of relief, before pondering if Dominik could hold his own.
'He's an excellent fighter, so he should be capable of handling himself.' He mused, before making his way once again in the opposite direction of where the car had been. The place he had been running to, where he hoped he could get to, was a small clearing within the forest.
Within the clearing, as it just so happened, was one of the many magical circles Porin had placed around the surrounding area. It was moments like these, where he feared the worst, that he created such circles to make an easy and quick escape.
He walked for several minutes through the darkness, pushing against every tree as he climbed deeper and deeper into the forest, the foliage becoming wilder as he pressed himself against the bushes and long grass that he had Dominik create with magic to protect such a domain.
The moment he brushed past the last tree and into the clearing where he had been headed, he had been launched forward, smacking into a tree on the other side before rolling down the trunk and onto his back. His beady little eyes, which closed due to the massive throttle forward and immense pain he received smacking into a solid object, widened the moment they begrudgingly opened.
From the same way he had come, the person- nay, monster- that had attacked their car.
From the darkness of the forest night, his enemy emerged. Light, shining off the silvery hue of the antique armor that fitted around the human, with a mace that seemed to glow on its own, though for what reason Porin did not know. With his vision better fit in the small amount of light, the only noticeable trait he could see, was the black surcoat he wore over his armor, a single Croix Pattée, blood red in color.
The scrawny devil got back onto his feet as quick as possible, staring at the enemy, shocked. 'H-How?'
Before he could even understand how the enemy was in front of him, he was forced to react to the human charging right at him, holding his giant mace above his head, not even saying a thing.
He jumped to the left, narrowly dodging the attack as tumbled onto the ground, before shifting away with his back to another tree. He could feel the earth shake as the human brought his hammer down, creating a small crater upon impact. 'I-If something like that-!'
"W-Wait!" He croaked. He was no good at fighting, so he tried the only thing he knew of; talking. "Wait! You don't want to do this!"
The human didn't listen though, and began to charge at him once more. He was unable to move his way to another area of the clearing in order to avoid his attack in time, so he simply opted to crawl into a fetus position, covering his head with both his hands in time as the mace was swung sideways, hitting the tree behind him. Not even needing to look, he could feel the vibrations of the human's weapon from the tree, before hearing the mighty oak fall down to its side, pulling up roots and all.
He peeked with one eye, only to see the human raise his mace once more.
"Hiii!"
He squealed as he used all of his devil strength to pull himself out of the way of the enemy's intended smash.
"I-I can give you money! Diamonds! Women!" He pleaded, propping himself against one more tree. It had no effect though, as the human, like an angry bull, turned his head to his prey. "M-Men?"
"Oh shut the fuck up!"
Porin was surprised when the human finally decided to speak, placing the head of the mace onto the ground as he stood the weapon upright, leaning against the handle. "I spent three hours on that fucking road, waiting for you little shits that entire time! And what happens when I finally come up across ya? I get fucking bulldozed, like- like a fucking child playing with a pissed-off bull! It's bad enough I lost one of ya cunts, so just shut up, and sit! The fuck! Still!"
The human picked his mace up once more, stomping his way over to Porin.
"N-No! Please, wait! I-I promise, I'll give you whatever you want, just don't kill me, please!"
"Ain't nothing you can give me ya that I would care about enough to get myself in trouble, ya little shit." The human replied as he raised the weapon above his head, higher than he what was necessary. Before he used the momentum of force to bring down Porin's judgement, the devil spoke one last time.
"S-Strike me down, a-and my Queen will not fail in killing you tenfold!" It was a weak threat, but he hoped it would sway his potential killer.
"Noted."
"Emanuel."
"Oh for fuck's sake!" The human yelled, letting his mace fall to his side as he turned his head to behind him. From out the forest, a young lady, clad in armor just like he, and wearing the same surcoat, walked. "The fuck you want?!"
The lady said nothing at first, instead, opting to throw the object she had been holding in her hand when she had emerged from the darkness. Being a circular object, it hit the ground with a small thud, rolling along the grassy ground and stopping at Emanuel's feet. "You let him escape."
Porin looked down in terror. There, before him, was the head of Dominik. A clean cut across the neck, there was no blood, simply a shocked expression as the corpse's mouth held open, the glassy eyes spread wide in fear. "N-No… I-It's not true." Porin whispered to himself, as he felt water building at the edges of his eyes. He could have cared less that Dominik had died, being the narcissistic person he was. It was that he knew that his death was next that had absolutely terrified him.
"I was going to get him next!" Emanuel barked, as he kicked the head away, into the forest, never to be seen again. Porin watched it sail away, before turning up to his grim reaper. "I was going to finish this little shit off first before going back for the bigger guy!"
"You still let him escape." The girl stated matter-of-factly.
"Ah, fuck you." Emanuel responded, waving his hand and swinging his mace upwards again. Without saying another word, he swung down, ending the Azhul line.
Like a watermelon exploding, Porin's head was no more. Bits and pieces of his head flew everywhere as the man followed through with his action, smashing the hammer down into the devil's chest cavity. Soon afterwards, the human tugged on the shaft of his weapon, dislodging it from the new corpse as segments of his ribs and portions of his organs came flying out.
"Happy now?!" Emanuel yelled as he turned around to face his comrade. The young girl simply ignored him though, proceeding to walk in the direction where she came from. "Hey! I'm talking to you, Bitchette!"
"And I am listening." she replied from the forest.
"Fucking cu- Wait up!"
The moment Emanuel managed to catch up to his comrade, he asked her why she had been there in the first place, to which she responded, "Ferdinand believed that you would not succeed in your mission. He sent me to pick off the other devil when you were too busy chasing after the smaller one."
"It was an easier kill." Emanuel argued. "At least I thought it was. The little bastard wouldn't sit still for more than a few seconds. Besides, the bigger one was injured from the crash, I could have taken him on if I just watched out for those fireballs he seemed to fire."
"And if you couldn't? If he truly escaped?"
Emanuel shrugged. "Not like he would have come back…"
Danette decided to stay quiet. It was not her problem if he did not understand the concept of being 'discreet', but at the same time, she was sure that he was going to get reprimanded in some way for his actions. Therefore, her words were meaningless.
Now, however, for the true mission to begin...
~~*Oppai-Dragon*~~
As the weekend passed, Issei was happier than he could have ever believed.
His bones ached, his muscles were tender, his tongue felt hairy and was unable to taste anything more, and to top it all off, he could barely keep awake as all his stamina had been drained away. But God Damnit if it wasn't the best damn weekend ever.
Having spent the past several hours awake unable to sleep and with the little consciousness he had, he stared up at the tapestry that covered the bed above his head, wondering how someone as lowly as him could have made it so far. Those thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Rias shifting in her sleep as her naked body clung tightly to his, each covered in the sweat and other various forms of liquid that they shared throughout the two days they stayed in that room together.
It was kind of funny to him really, as they had taken numerous breaks to eat the food that had been brought up to them and left outside their door by none other than Issei's mother, who would often sneak in a comment or two about wanting to see her grandchildren soon enough through a note left on the platter, much to Issei's dismay. It was either that, or going to the bathroom to freshen up from time to time, only to get dirty moments later, sometimes doing so in the bathroom itself. And yet, both of them felt refreshed, perhaps even a bit relieved.
Deciding that he had spent enough time awake already, Issei closed his eyes. Ignoring the sun's shine coming through the windows to inform them of a new day, he quietly listened to the soft snoring of Rias as he too began to drift off into Mr. Sandman's welcoming bosom. At least, that was what he had intended, but the two were rudely interrupted from their possible sleep as the sound of someone tapping softly on wood came from the door.
"Lord Issei, Lady Rias, I've come to tell you that-"
Opening the bedroom door, Ravel had the intention to inform him that a new day had arrived, and that he should prepare for it, just like always. It was her duty as his manager, and even more so as his Bishop, to make sure that his life ran smoothly. It was a Monday, a new week, even without the whole trouble of the trial now gone, it was his duty as a student to wake up and prepare for the brand new day.
All of that was thrown out the window though the moment she had taken a single step into the room.
It wasn't overwhelming jealously that stopped her, seeing both Issei and Rias naked in bed together as they looked up together to see the newest addition. No, she had done her best make it so they wouldn't be disturbed for her master's birthday weekend, so she knew too well what she was prepared to see. It wasn't even the thoughts of what they did, seeing them together like that, that made her stop.
It was the massive assault to her senses that was the complete and utter stench of sex. Filling the air of absolute reek, it gave her pause. With the windows only being opened during the day thanks to the cool April nights, the air conditioner could only do so much.
It should have been expected though, with them being in the room together for over forty-eight hours and unleashing everything they had been holding in for the past year. Unfortunately, nothing could have prepared the poor Phenex girl of the horrid smell.
Holding back the urge to vomit right there, she put one hand on her mouth with eyes watering, quickly reciting a 'pleaseseemedownstairs' to the two, before retreating into the hallway and slamming the door behind her. The two could hear the poor girl take in a large breath from the other side and begin her trek downstairs while running, before looking at each other in confusion.
Simply an exciting start to the return of their most normal lives for the Gremory group.
~~*Oppai-Dragon*~~
He never really realized just how sore he was until the moment he had gotten out of bed that afternoon.
Emanuel cringed as he bent over, sitting on top of a small mattress that could barely contain his form in the rickety attic of the mansion, most likely a servant's quarters, that he and his comrades managed to capture. He rubbed his bruised stomach with one hand, hoping to soothe the pain that plagued him, cursing the devil who had caused him so much trouble in the first place. He grumbled under his breath about being forced into harsh conditions after his dismal fight with said devil, or so were the words of comrade, Ferdinand.
After looking at a nearby clock that had been set up in the room with him, he knew he was probably going to get shit for waking up late on top of his most recent failure. He stood up, stretching his muscles before walking into a nearby corner of the attic, picking his armor up the ground where had simply thrown it off the night before and equipping it once more.
He climbed down the ladder leading to the attic, nearly losing his balance with all the weight he had on, and began to hear voices arguing from deeper in the mansion the moment his foot reached level footing. He followed the voices, walking down the massive hallway inside the mansion that would eventually lead to some stairs. As he walked down it, he came across numerous other members of his organization, mostly grunts or low-level members who had only just joined up in the most recent months. They would greet him with a courteous nod, a smile, a salute, but it didn't matter to him at all, mostly ignoring the gestures with a grunt or a curt nod of his own. Walking pass some windows, he couldn't help but take notice of the activities that had begun to occur outside.
Members of the Black Templars had set up tents outside, some of which were used to make weapons and armors for the upcoming battle, as well as marked-out areas to be used for training. The part that stuck out the most to him though, was the irony of the burnt husks that were supposed to be crucifixes in the yard leading to the front drive of the house.
The crucifixion of Christ, a sacred moment in their blessed religion, especially to those of the old Templars, and now it was being used to execute devils that had committed the crime for simply existing. Ferdinand had tried to justify it by saying that the devils that had served under the one who had lived in the mansion needed to be taught the way of Christ and of God, and the quickest way to do so was to show them the suffering that their lord and savior had endured.
For once, Emanuel felt like he had been the sane one in the conversation, having been against it, calling it sacrilege. Unfortunately it seemed that his voiced was drowned out by the enthusiasm of the new recruits from the night before, most likely thirsty for blood, as shown by the almost too-fast construction of the crucifixes. As dawn fast approached that morning, the five girls who had lost their master were incapacitated the moment the mansion was captured, and were rudely awakened by sounds of cheering and the feeling of their hands and feet being nailed. Nobody would be able to recognize them come the afternoon though, as the moment the wooden crosses were erected with the girls pierced onto, the five individuals inexplicably went up in flames, lighting up like a Christmas tree. The only conclusion he could give at such a sight was that devils were naturally against the light or anything that represented it, always being burned by it.
Whatever the case, he supposed it served its purpose, deterring the recruits from a path of evil. If anything, the nearby ravens would end up having a feast that day, the screams of the victims long gone.
Looking away from the windows, he carried on to the stairwell, where he heard the yelling become more intense. The closer he got, the more it sounded like one of the new recruits barking about something that was sure to be stupid by his standards.
"-ell we doing just sitting around here for?! I didn't sign up to be fucking babysitting no cowards who can't even shoot a gun straight!"
It was a man, sound to be in his thirties or forties, with a distinct southern drawl. 'American, great.' Emanuel thought to himself, finally making his way to the kitchen where the arguing had been going on. Immediately walking in, he noticed that he was spot on about the American, bent over the kitchen table as he looked straight forward to his opponent. Late thirties, sideburns, overalls, typical person you would think would be a stereotype, surrounded by others who looked similarly. On the other end, was Ferdinand, fully geared up like always, and still hiding behind his Templar's helm.
"When me and my brothers were told we were doing God's work, we thought we would be hunting real life devils and actually make a change! Not playing fucking Dungeons n' Dragons!" The American continued, getting a few nods and agreements by fellow men that surrounded him.
"Your concerns are noted, Mr. Hitcherson. Unfortunately, you nor your brothers here are ready to fight the enemies that plague this realm." Ferdinand replied to the man, sounding unenthused about his time being taken up like this.
"Bullshit! Me and my brothers spent ten years defending our country in a militia, and we didn't spend that time training and fighting those fucking towel-headed bastards from the Middle East just so some armored bitch who refuses to show his face can dismiss us!"
"Fighting imaginary Muslims on your own turf is nowhere near the same level as fighting an enemy capable of shooting balls of fire and jumping over entire buildings with ease, along with many other features that would leave you shitting your pants and wishing for your mother." Emanuel commented, causing all heads to turn towards him as he stood in the kitchen doorway.
"Ah, Emanuel, pleased you could finally join us this evening."
"Yeah, no thanks to you." Emanuel shot back. "Bad enough you had Bitchette steal my second kill, then you forced me to sleep on a useless-ass mattress! Thing didn't even have anything in it! Just fucking sank into the ground!"
"I'm sorry to hear that. Perhaps you can use this as a lesson for next time when you'll learn to not waste time trying to act 'cool'." Ferdinand replied, creating air quotes with his hands.
This only made the American more pissed, having both of them ignore him. "Hey! We're not done here! And who the fuck is this supposed to be?!" He asked, pointing at Emanuel.
Bowing mockingly, he replied with annoyance. "Emanuel Cardoza Portela, a former exorcist of that shit-stain of a pope and lady killer extraordinaire, at your service."
"What, you supposed to be some kind of hot shot?" One of the other Americans asked. "'Cause you just look like another spic to me." He said, revealing a grin that had several missing teeth in it as the other Americans began to laugh in unison at their friend's reply.
Emanuel tightened his fists, ready to beat down if he needed to, guessing that he had just been insulted in some way without even knowing what the insult was. Ferdinand saw this though, and with a wave of his hand, told Emanuel to stand down for the moment being. He allowed for the Americans to stop their laughter, before continuing with the discussion. "Mr. Hitcherson, you said you believed that your weapons were capable of killing a devil?"
The American who had been addressed snorted in confidence. "Of course! You some kind of idiot? Nothing could survive getting shot in the gut by my twenty-two caliber! And if by some miracle they do, then I just shoot them again until they drop!"
"Yes, of course… Go outside with your brothers here and tell some of the men out there to set up a wooden post and some rope, and then wait for me with your weapons. We'll see if they truly are capable…"
The American looked towards his brethren before shrugging, and followed Ferdinand's order. The moment the last one went through the kitchen door and was out of range of hearing, Emanuel walked up to Ferdinand, hissing at him. "The hell is this all about, Ferdinand? You really think those idiots can kill a devil with those fucking toys? Back at the Vatican, I saw a man shoot one of those things that was like a cannon at point-blank at a devil right in the chest, nearly breaking his arm in the process, and the fucker didn't even flinch before slicing the poor bastard into two!"
"Of course I don't." Ferdinand answered, his tone neutral. "The only weapon that was like that and was capable of doing such a thing was a prototype built in the Vatican laboratories, but was stolen by your disciple, if I remember correctly." He explained, turning to Emanuel, who seemed to quickly change his attitude and snicker in response. Ignoring it, he continued. "But those fools, along with those that are like-minded with him, won't realize the difficulties that they will face unless they have dealt with it head-on."
"Oh yeah, and where the hell are we going to get a devil to prove just that? Because I'm sure as hell not going out there and fetch one just so you can prove to the rest of the people here what dumbasses those guys are."
"Nor would I ask you to." Ferdinand said, pushing out the seat he had been sitting in the entire time and standing up, motioning for Emanuel to follow him. "No, you need not worry about obtaining a devil, for we already have one. After all, we did only kill five of the six servants."
Walking out into another hallway, and stopping just before the main entrance of the mansion, Emanuel questioned his comrade. "Wait, you mean to tell me we had one more of those girls still alive?"
Opening the large, wooden front door, Ferdinand didn't bother looking at Emanuel when he answered. "Indeed."
"Why the hell wasn't I told about this?!"
"There was no need for it, given your history."
Emanuel felt wounded by his comrade's words, but ironically could not fault him for saying such things.
The two walked out onto the grassy grounds of the mansion, where numerous people worked diligently, including some men who had just brought up a single, several foot post in the middle of the grounds, handing Ferdinand the rope that he had requested when they approached. "Brothers and sisters, a moment of your time." He called out, rounding up all of the nearby initiates as they stopped what they were doing and looked at their armored leader. "Ever since the creation of our organization, I have been hearing some unsettling rumors. Some of you believe that you are capable of killing our most despised enemies with ease, simply have any tool you find from your homelands that are created to kill and that you can be on your very way. I'm afraid though, it isn't that simple."
A cellar door from the side of the mansion suddenly burst open, where Danette came walking out, the last devil girl in tow wrapped in chains. When Emanuel questioned Ferdinand under his breath on how the hell Danette knew to get the girl before he even told her, Ferdinand replied stating that a leader must always know the troubles of his people, and therefore had set it up beforehand.
It was obvious the skinny, almost mal-nourished devil girl had been ill-treated, perhaps even before the Templars had come, as she was covered in bruises and sores that seemed fresh on the pale white skin. Short, unkempt brown hair, covering a head that was oozing in blood in some places like her nose and mouth, and burns in others such as her cheeks or scalp, all on top of eyes nearly swollen shut from various beatings. The only thing covering her body from further humiliation, was the linen rags she had been given to wear.
The girl offered little resistance as she was led to the post, quite possibly knowing that this was to be her final hour. Seconds later, she was tied up, forced to look at her captors and tormentors. She expected it to end quickly, hoping to burn like the others that she had heard about, it would be a most welcome change.
Unfortunately, her life would not end with such flair, as her rags were ripped off by Ferdinand, exposing her completely. He would not get a reaction from her though, as her life had already taught her such humiliation before. It did not matter, as the armored knight did not do it for a reaction, at least not from the devil. He did it to demonstrate to his initiates of the challenges that they would face.
Taking out a small vial he had hidden in a pouch that he had been carrying, showing it to the crowd before him before taking the top off.
"This, brothers and sisters, is a vial. A vial filled with Holy Water." He said, before pointing to the devil herself. "And this, this is a devil. Now, how can I tell such a thing? It's not easy, brothers and sisters. Devils walk among us, they hide among us, corrupting the souls of men and women alike, before devouring them for their own selfish needs. They may look like us, but they are anything but. Unfortunately, there is no sure way to tell whether or not someone is a devil if you don't have the magical abilities capable of finding them, other than this-"
He turned towards the devil, and slowly dripped the Holy Water on her shoulder. Immediately, it had begun to burn away her skin like corrosive acid, exposing the muscle and bone beneath, as she screamed out in absolute agony. Red meat turned to black as steam and smoke rose into the air, her arm separating further and further away from her torso.
Nearly burning away her entire arm, Ferdinand stopped the water, putting the top back on and placed it back into his pouch. Next, as the devil began to calm down from the immense pain she had just received, he pulled out a small dagger from Emanuel's belt, who immediately began to protest about touching his property.
"As you saw brothers and sisters, devils are weak to the almighty Lord and his light. Crucifixions, Holy Water, Prayer beads, and any other holy item you can think of, will hurt them. However, those are not the only ways to do so, as I will present to you now." He said, holding up the dagger he had grabbed from Emanuel and showing it to the crowd. "This, for those who don't know, is a weapon that had been blessed by Pope Constantine of the 8th Century, and therefore is a holy relic. How it came into our possession is of little matter, just know that it was righteously taken the moment we decided to fight for the Lord rather than cower like mongrels as our enemies overtake our creators with ease. Enough of that though, as I'm sure most of you know what this means, but for those who don't know, let me demonstrate it to you now. Observe."
Taking the blade, he lined the silvery weapon up to the wound he had just created, and immediately began to cut away at the flesh once more. Just like before, the muscle and bone began to melt away with ease, the blade going through it with no trouble at all. It didn't take long for the knight to completely sever the arm and throw it the side, showing the power of the weapon that he wielded as the wound on the devil was already cauterized and bloodless. The moment he did so, he turned to the group one more time.
"This! This is the power of the Lord! But why show you this? Why show you something you might already know?" He asked, handing the blade back to Emanuel, who immediately took it with a grumble and pocketed it back in his belt. "I tell you this, because brothers and sisters, we have those who believe that they are capable of slaying these cunning monsters without the use of the Lord and his light! Mr. Hitcherson!" He yelled, pointing to the American who had been watching the entire thing so far without a single word, holding a hunting rifle in his arms, ready and willing to shoot it. "Mr. Hitcherson, if you would be so kind, please demonstrate to us what happens when your weapon hits a devil."
"With pleasure." The American responded with ignorant glee, spitting onto the ground as he walked until he was lined up with his target. Crouching onto one knee, he raised the rifle, looked down the sights until he could see the girl's stomach, and wrapped his finger around the trigger. Believing he was good to go, he squeezed down, feeling the kickback of the weapon as its metal slug went flying forward towards the tied girl, the loud, popping sound of his gun echoing in the forest around them.
Not even a moment later, the metal slug made contact with the devil's gut. Instead of doing its job though and going through the girl's stomach, the bullet completely stopped, bouncing off her skin instead as if it was a small pebble bouncing off gelatin. Due to her exhaustion of having her arm cut off, the girl did not even react when the bullet failed to pierce her skin, but rather, left a small red mark.
Confused, the American lowered his gun, looking at the girl for any sign of an inflicted wound, before looking down at his gun and checking to make sure it was loaded correctly. Once he made sure that indeed, his gun was loaded and ready to go, he raised it once more, lined it up, and fired. Once again, not even a second later, the bullet bounced off the girl's stomach once more and fell to the ground.
Not being able to believe it, he called over one of his friends who had been wielding a much bigger gun, one capable of firing several bullets at a time, and lined it up once more by placing it on a box that had been nearby, making it stable. Believing it would do the trick, the American told his friend to let loose, as a hail of bullets came flying out of his weapon at intense speeds, only to have them all fall down to the ground harmlessly the moment they hit the girl.
Quickly realizing why the girl was not dying, Hitcherson stood up from his position, throwing his arms up in the air in frustration. "This is bullshit! If I can't kill them with my rifle, or any of our other guns, then how the hell are we supposed to kill them?! What's the point of being here?!"
Rather than laughing, rather than telling him 'I told you so', Ferdinand walked up to his new comrade in silence and placed a single hand onto his shoulder the moment he was within range, and nodded once. "That, my dear brother-in-arms, is the reason why you're here. You're here, to learn just that."
~~*Oppai-Dragon*~~
"Hey, hey, Issei! You have to check this out, man!"
Issei wanted to believe that his life was starting to settle back down, thanks to the trial being over. After being forced to go to school though after a long and tiring and pain-inducing weekend (now that the adrenaline and lust-filled ecstasy that number his pain was gone), the young man had been rudely interrupted from a power nap he was going to have before school started so he wouldn't end up getting disciplined by Rossweisse should he sleep through her class. Looking up from his desk, he saw his human friend, Matsuda, grinning like an idiot, and bald as always.
"Yo! You'll never believe what we found out!" He exclaimed wildly, pointing his thumb at their other friend with glasses, Motohama, who he too had a smirk on his face.
"What, did you guys find a fairy or something?" Issei asked them sleepily. He remembered that they had wanted to get into his own club because they believed it would end up helping them get their own harems. (Un)Fortunately, before they could join, they were given a task by Asia to find something occult-related before they could get in. They had yet to succeed.
Matsuda's smirk faded as he slammed a hand onto Issei's desk. "Yo man, is that how you treat your homies?"
Issei's eyebrow raised itself at Matsuda's speech. "… What are you doing?" He asked, wondering if something was mentally unstable with his friend. Thankfully, it seemed it was only temporary.
"He's trying to find a new way to speak to make himself look cool. I told him he sounded like a moron." Motohama replied, readjusting his glasses. "Now, are you going to continue being an asshole and ignore us or are you going to actually going to be interested in what we found out?!"
Issei sighed. "Fine, what did you find out?" He asked in an irritated tone, resting his head on his hand as he looked at them with half-open eyes.
"That's more like it. You remember that nasty old crone who used to be our nurse before?"
"Yeah…?"
"Well, it appears that she ended up retiring over the weekend, and she already has a black-haired beauty as her hot new replacement! We were going to go pretend that we're sick so we can have an excuse to go see her before classes started. You in?"
Issei scratched his cheek in contemplation. The offer was tempting, checking out new girls that were supposedly attractive did sound appealing, but at the same time, part of him argued that he already knew enough girls and that harassing women older than him was now below him. Not to mention, the girls in his classroom seemed to overhear their conversation and were now glaring at the trio for talking about such things.
Ready to decline the offer, Motohama interrupted him. "By the way, I think you should know, but I managed to get a glimpse at her earlier, and her three numbers are…"
His friend bent down and began to whisper to him something that only he was capable of knowing without having touch the target. With the power of his glasses, he could measure the size of a woman's breasts, waist, and hips. It seemed to work for Issei too, as he immediately jumped out of his seat and told them that he was in, running out of the room with the two others and telling Asia and the other girls who had been with him that he would be late coming back to class. It was worth the wrath that Rossweisse was going to give him for being late to her homeroom once again.
By the time the trio had arrived to the nurse's office, there was short but noticeable line leading out of her room. All of the receiving patients, of course, were male, mostly first-years and second-years. It didn't take long for them to get to her office though, with so little male students in the school, and even less so that would be willing to get detention to see a new nurse, and Issei could feel himself become more and more excited the closer he got. Managing to get bits and pieces of her voice, he began to imagine the new nurse as a busty and gorgeous sister type of girl, teasing her students as she sent them away, telling them that they were 'naughty' and 'bad boys' for taking up her time, but if they ever indeed in trouble, that she would be willing to give them a 'hand'.
With the rest of the line now being behind them, Issei was ready to go in the office when he felt a hand on his shoulder. When he turned around ready to ask what the holdup was, Motohama put some white bandages in his hand, telling him 'to try to act hurt'. Understanding where it was going, Issei nodded to his friend, shortly before wrapping the cloth around his shoulder and arm, acting like it was broken as he 'moaned' in 'pain'.
With a deep breath, Issei readied his nerves as he stepped in front of the door to the nurse's office, and opened it. "Oh nuuuuurse~! My arm is broken and I was wonde…ring…"
Issei felt himself freeze up the moment he laid eyes on the woman in front of him. Expecting a sexy older sister type, he ended up getting exactly what he asked for, as two feline-like yellow eyes looked back at the doorway where he stood. Even with the lack of ears and tails she usually had on, Issei instantly recognized her. The air and silence around him felt heavy, as the last person he had expected to become his school's nurse was sitting right in front of him.
Before he could even ask her what she was doing at his school, Matsuda and Motohama burst in behind him, feigning injuries as well. "Oh nuuuuurse~!"
Surprising the three, the woman suddenly jumped out of her seat, leaping towards Issei before crashing into him and wrapping her arms around his neck, bringing him in for a tight squeeze. "Master!" She called out, acting out as she began to rub cheeks with him to show him her more affectionate side.
"K-Kuroka?!" Issei yelled, acting surprised as he fell down to the ground, too stunned to realize what was happening.
"Master?!" The two other boys yelled out, along with all the other boys who had been standing in the hallway as they peaked their heads into the office, surprised to see the new nurse rubbing cheeks with the infamous Hyoudou.
"Kuroka, the heck are you doing here?!" Issei asked, but didn't get a response, as he was ignored for the other boys who had been staring daggers at him.
"Yo, what the hell does she mean, 'Master'?! The hell is that all about?! How you know this girl, Issei?!" Matsuda screamed in disbelief.
"Yeah! What the hell type of sick S&M play you get into, Hyoudou?! I mean, how the hell does a virgin like you even get into such things?!" Motohama added as other boys in the hallway agreed with two.
Kuroka managed to stop rubbing cheeks with Issei though, and looked up at the two boys, seemingly confused. "Virgin?" She asked, putting a finger to her lower lip, acting as though she was thinking, before giving a great big smile that would shatter the hearts of all the boys around her. "Master isn't a virgin though, he lost it to the Gremory girl this past weekend."
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?!"
~~*Oppai-Dragon*~~
Issei's life couldn't have been any worse than what it was now.
Two weeks into the school year, and already rumors had begun to accuse him of knocking up the school president, was gay for his friend Kiba, had had sex with Rias against her will (the hell did they know?!), and finally, was a part of an underground BDSM club where he met the new school nurse and forced her to be the slave whilst he the master.
Eight hours had passed since the start of the school day, and it was now over. All throughout class, he didn't even need to turn around in the classroom in order to see the deathly stares the boys and girls had been giving him all day, as he could feel them piercing his back and burrowing into his skin. The boys were obviously upset at what they learned that morning, with Issei having yet another girl in his pocket, whilst the girls were upset at the prospect of him deflowering and defiling their beloved Onee-sama, if the rumor was to be true. To make matters worse, Asia and Irina seemed to be avoiding him all day, looking away and becoming red in the face as though they had been embarrassed to be associated with him. He wouldn't end up finding out why until after lunch, when Xenovia explained to him that the three of them could hear what he and Rias had been doing all weekend long through Asia's bedroom wall, and they had been forced to go to the third floor of the mansion simply get away from the noise. He would apologize a million times over to the two for the incident the moment he had the chance.
But right now, he, along with many others, had gone back to the clubroom, as he leaned back on the couch and began to rest his head. The dhampir, Valerie, and the two dragons of the Infinity, Lilith and Ophis, had gone out that day to walk around the neighborhood and to give the Occult Club some space.
Though he usually came to the clubroom immediately after school anyways, it seemed that today he especially had to be there, as told by their club advisor, Azazel, via magical means. It was good opportunity though, he thought, as he could probably finally question what the fallen angel had been up to the entire time he himself had been prepping for the trial. The entire time during the two weeks he had been busy, Issei hadn't seen a single hair of Azazel. Not before school, not during school, and not even after school. It was peculiar to say the least, as the fallen angel had done nothing of the sort before.
His train of thought of Azazel's mysterious disappearance had been interrupted though as he felt someone's weight plant themselves firmly onto his lap. When he looked back down from his headrest, he saw the white hair of Koneko, claiming her spot once again, though body language showed that she was far more tense than usual.
A few feet away, Kiba Yuuto began to chuckle under his breath, seeing a better view of the white kitten as he took his spot across from them on the other couch. Koneko herself had a stern look on her face, a look that said that she wouldn't give up her seat no matter what the circumstances.
"U-Um, Koneko? Can you move? I'm not really in the mood for-" Issei had begun to ask her to move, but stopped the moment she looked up at him. One look from her and he knew that unless he used actual force, something he would never do, that there was going to be no way she was going to move. "Right, never mind." He quickly said, choosing to ignore the angry kitty on his lap for now, as he looked over to Kiba who had been laughing the entire time. "How was your day, Kiba?" He asked, trying to change the subject.
Once Kiba managed to settle down, he wiped away a tear that had formed in his eye and gave his friend a small but meaningful smile. "It's been fine. Thanks for asking Issei, though it seems nothing in my life could compare to what's going in yours. So, do you go to the BDSM club for pleasure or business?" He teased, instantly getting a reaction from Issei.
"Hey! You know damn well that isn't true, pretty boy! It's because Kuroka-" He paused, as Koneko shifted her weight on his lap more into his crotch, pressuring him there as the name of her sister came up. "-S-She came out of nowhere and suddenly became the school nurse! If I had known she had done that, I would have stayed away from her to make sure the other people here didn't find out!"
"Stupid nee-sama." Koneko muttered under her breath as took a cookie out of the tin jar she had brought with her from her school day and placed it down on the table before her.
"Besides, it's not like it's my fault anyways! Why didn't anyone tell me about this beforehand?!"
"We did, you just didn't listen when I told you this morning."
Issei, Kiba, and Koneko turned to look at the club door, where Ravel had just come in. Asia had also just entered the room but from the backroom that was connected to the main one, bringing out a tray filled with tea and snacks.
"H-Hold on, you're blaming me for this?!" Issei exclaimed, before turning and politely declining the tea that had been offered to him. His manager nodded.
"I mentioned it to you during your daily briefing when you had come down this morning, but it seems you were still far too tired to really comprehend what I was saying." She explained, taking her seat next to him, and agreed to take the tea. She sipped once before continuing with her scolding. "I know you had had a tiring weekend, Lord Issei, but that doesn't excuse you from ignoring the important details I give you every morning."
Forcing him to feel guilty, Issei eventually apologized as he looked down at the ground in shame, promising to listen to Ravel's reports in the morning more closely so that he wouldn't miss important details ever again. The chances of it actually happening though were very slim. "But wait," he asked, looking back up at her, "why is she the new nurse in the first place?"
"Despite her appearances, she's actually quite skilled in the arts of healing minor injuries, even without the use of magic. Apparently she had been the person in Vali's group to heal them whenever they became injured, at least before Le Fay had come around. Not only that, but now she's officially recognized as your Queen, it would be irresponsible to leave her at the house all day, unsupervised, so she was employed here so that she could be watched over while you were still attending school." Ravel explained diligently, before shrugging her shoulders. "That had been what I was told, anyways."
After that, the entire club waited around for another hour as more and more members began to pour into the room. Rias, with Akeno not far behind, eventually came to the room from the college campus, with Gasper being in the room the entire time, sitting in the corner with his cardboard box, playing away on his handheld device. Kuroka had tried to sneak in, and ambush Issei on the couch. She only managed to make Koneko more upset though, as the two began to fight for Issei's lap, Kuroka complaining that it was her seat as his Queen (though he earnestly wondered if she was simply doing it to get under her sister's skin), thus making a third rival for it, and Koneko arguing that it was always her seat. Issei could only sweat and laugh lightly as he wondered if he had done the right thing.
Shortly after the Nekomata, Rossweisse managed to come in huffing and apologizing for running late as she was forced to meet with the principal beforehand as she held a couple of books in her left hand. The moment she saw Issei, her face flushed red, and she hid away the books into her work jacket, hoping he hadn't seen the titles as he simply tilted his head in confusion. Xenovia was the last one to arrive, having Irina close behind as the two had just come back from the student council, having done their daily work.
With the last two there, the entire Gremory group had been accounted for. All but one of course.
Thankfully for them, the group had enough to occupy themselves with until Azazel's arrival, ranging from what their school days had been like, to what they had been up to recently, even to the point where Akeno had begun to test her friend and King to see just how much information she would give up about the time she had spent with Issei over the weekend. With a devious smile, Rias replied to her friend in a low tone. "You may have to wait a few days for him to recover, but why don't you try to get a sample for yourself, Akeno?"
"Ara? Is that an invitation, Rias?"
"Of course. After all, I've had the first go as his legal wife, so I'll happily oblige to share now, but only if you leave enough for Asia to have a turn."
The two giggled under their breaths as they looked towards Issei.
Several minutes later, the commotion in the room was brought to a halt as the main door opened, revealing Azazel, expectantly disheveled. Clothes in an unkempt and disorderly manner with his dress shirt pulled out, belt loose, and jacket in tatters. Dark rings blackened his eyes, his hair having lost its once beautiful sheen. It had been like the man they had known for several months had up and died during the time had been missing for the past two weeks, and to replace him had been a shell of his former self.
"Azazel!" Issei stood up from his seat, Koneko using her cat-like reflexes to quickly move out of his way at the sudden outburst. "The hell happened to you?"
Their teacher and friend didn't seem to really recognize the concern though, as he ignored the sudden reaction from his pupil, and moved to the back of the room, where the main desk laid. As he moved sluggishly through the room, the others moved out of his way, asking him if he was okay or what had happened, to which he answered none. The moment he reached the desk, he bent down behind it, opening up one of its drawers, and revealed a small shot glass along with a bottle of whiskey that he had apparently kept hidden, before pouring himself a drink and downing it immediately.
Smacking his lips a bit before wiping away his saliva with the sleeve of his jacket, he finally spoke. "I'm fine, if that's what you're all wondering."
"Of course it is! You suddenly disappeared after the first day of school without a word, then come back to us looking like shit!" Issei declared, with others nodding and joining in with him.
Azazel looked down at his clothes, wondering what the young man had been referring to, and let out a hearty, and probably well-needed, laugh. "Oh, this?" He asked between chuckles. "Sorry, I haven't slept for a few days, but I assure you, I'm alright. For disappearing though, that's the reason why I called you all here today."
After placing the whiskey and shot glass back where he found them, he walked back around the desk, leaning against it as he looked directly at all the people in the room. "Ever since I left my duties as the leader of the Grigori to Shemhazai a few months ago, I've been keeping busy looking into the affairs of the world and making sure everything is nice and quiet." He began. His tone had become much more serious, as did his face. "For the past two weeks, I've been having various agents follow around a group that had been growing on the radar of the alliance for the past month or so. This group, as it just so happens, has been growing an army entirely of humans. An army, that call themselves the Black Templars."
~~*Oppai-Dragon*~~
And that is Life 3 of Volume 2, or for those who don't read it that way, chapter 8.
Before I say anything, no, I won't be doing lemons in the future, this was simply a one-time thing because of how much I had built it up I felt it necessary to show it.
For those wondering why everything is in English though, even for characters who aren't native speakers, I'd like to explain that now, as it might clear up some confusion.
Magic.
Well, no and yes really. You see, I say that because honestly, it would be difficult to keep characters native to their lands without butchering their language, so to avoid that, I take the cheap way out and do the infamous 'Are X but inexplicably speak Y' tropes that are in dubs a lot.
Speaking of which, that sorta rings true for the actual light novel and anime series itself. Go back to when Asia first meets Issei, and at no point is the language barrier brought up, despite Asia apparently having never been to Japan or know any Japanese, she speaks fluently in it.
"But Poodicus, Issei was a devil back then, so wouldn't he be the one speaking Italian (Because she was from Italy is canon-information) instead?"
To which I say, wouldn't be odd for Asia to run into a person who speaks fluent Italian in the middle of Japan then, yet never bring it up? Not to mention Irina and Xenovia as another example. One was born and lived in Japan for 6-7 years of her life before moving to England, while the other lived in Italy all her life. Yet, despite Volume 3 seeming to be one of the few times they team up, there would be the language barrier there that would end up preventing them being able to work together, yet they manage to understand each other and become friends regardless.
All-in-all, I do it because it's easier, and by HS DxD's own logic, it happens in an unexplainable phenomenon kind of way.
Anyways, hope you guys continue to enjoy the series!