Hey, havent updated for a while i get it, ive been really sick, and i sound like reaper from owatch. Soz.

He was soon back at school. With the usual reluctance, when he spotted the angel from before in the girls uniform of the academy. No...it's more ego for that traitor.

It was true, in the social hierarchy, men who look down will see shit, while those who cast their eyes skyward will see a single traitor, for the only way to advance to a superb social life was to trample on the bodies of your former allies. The reason of which it is seeked is to feign a romantic love, only to indulge in their bodies behind closed doors.

The traitors' adherents appeared from a corner, strangely enough, devils who could teleport preferred to walk. The angel approached, apparently familiar with the group. He was walking and staring from the corner of his eyes and was met with the entrance.

In the occult club building, a conversation took hold.

"But we can't fight without him Rias..." The queen said, worried about an imminent confrontation. A rating game was issued for the same rewards by the same challenger, the defeated devil was still salty about the 'marriage'. Meanwhile her usual saviour was struck with a terrible illness, what horrible timing...

"I know Akeno, we can't lose though... he's gotten stronger since the last time." It was true, the man appeared with his entire peerage to demand a challenge, and believed her comrades to be weak enough to blurt out unnecessary words.

"You can even get anyone you can think of, I will crush you all the same"

"Wait...he said we can ask anyone to help us in the match. Right?" Akeno said to an agreeing Rias. "Well, wouldn't this be a chance to get a feel for the 'elusive kingdom's' power? We have a representative quite close...that recent transfer is from there place, if they are as good as the legends say, then it would be a good idea to ask him to help. Remember that we can only get one person to help us since only Issei is sick."

"Hmm" Rias folded her hands together and rested them on her face, with eyes closed in thought. "You're right, but I don't think he will just easily help us devils...but if we can get him on our side then we might be able to win against Riser and his peerage." True, there was little chance of the squire granting assistance to them, given how he was mistreated by Issei that day.

"I'll make sure of it Rias, I'll go right to his apartment, since school is over today." With that, Akeno exits the building, and Rias finds herself in thought.

'I hope he can use that lightning of his kingdom'

Yes, the kind of lightning that the kingdom of Lordran employs is vastly different from the generic lightning spell. It held a kind of power that burns away at a devil's soul, though only the lord of sunlight himself can reduce a devil into smoldering ash, but there is a special trait with the miracles of Lord Gwyn's knights. It is said that devils felt their power crumble and diminish when Lordran's lightning ever touched them, and it was rumored to be the reason that fallen and devil joined briefly against angels and silver knights late in the war. They emphasized the 'light' part of lightning with great power rivaled only by the dragons they fight alongside. Many secrets are spread about that elusive kingdom by devils and the fallen angels.

But, a legendary secret is shared with God, Gwyn and a scarce amount of their people, concerning a true vision of union.

"So please, help us in this rating game, and the devils will reward you with anything we can." Akeno was at the front door of his apartment, and waited until he arrived. When he did, he arrived with a foam container that a local aroma seeped from

"..." The squire was in slight shock that the 'unbreakable peerage' of Gremory required the assistance of an ally of angels. Do they not have devils for that? He ended on the conclusion that since he was from Lordran, his power would be the most effective against the devils. From what was already known about Riser, he was one who surrounded himself with beautiful women. In his mind, that was a sin worthy of the most divine retribution, how many of his comrade's hearts must he have trampled over to obtain that status?

It would be torn down in the name of divine justice, for the deeds of a traitor would not remain unpunished. He didn't care if he was viewed as 'hate incarnate' by traitors and heathens, what did they know about despair? Misery and pain for all, every man will smother in lament together, as the dark song goes.

"Just say what you want, and the devils will grant it. I only ask that you help us with this-"

"Fine, then." He whispered. Finally, there was a system at worked in the minds of people like him. It was that if there is a male constantly surrounded by beautiful girls, then that person would suffer from a just cause, there would be no-one who abandoned or will abandon, every man will remain a joyless husk with no hope at their dreams of women. Though that mindset was mocked by many as what was called 'a rebellious phase', even his sister would do that. Not that she knows the brother thinks that way, even when she saw him off at the kingdom gates for a short while, before being chased off by the guards for some unpaid debt.

"I understand, thank you for your help, the match will be next week or so. We will tell you when specifically it will happen. Once again, thank you." Akeno bowed deeply, and so did he. But then she disappeared with a minor summoning circle. Raising himself from the gesture, he then turned towards his door.

The inside was revealed when light entered, and once again Tristan was faced with the iron will of his pet Eria, who sat expectantly. Tristan attempted to walk past, but was met with a low growl, and a now standing wolf pup.

Eria was most definitely not a pet.

With a similarly-low grunt, Tristan removed his shoes and left the suitcase at the entrance. He would prepare for the next day when dinner had finished.

The pup chose to sit at the living room, on a couch for three in the middle, not off to the side like some inferior, submissive household pet. The squire, or as the wolf put it, pet slave followed obediently playing along for today. He placed the open, steaming container on a table in front, urging caused the wolf to leap off and greedily ravage dinner, leaving only pitiful scraps for Tristan, who sighed warmly at his comfort in this eastern land.

Soon, he deflated into a sleeping position, and lay with his back to the couch, quietly snoozing with an occasional snore.

At some point in time, the wolf climbed to his chest, and rested as well. But her tail posed an intrusion into a nose, and he was awoken to the soft warmth of her body. In the same way a father holds a newborn daughter, Tristan raised his hands to accompany the pup in resting, as well as to better feel the comforting fur.

Eria was instead a treasured ally.

Omake?

At some point at night, the wolf stirred and raised her head in alarm at a sound and a vibration.

An intruder!? She was worried, she couldn't do anything to defend when Tristan was asleep, she could only turn towards the sound, originating from...within the squire?

Whatever it was, it was controlling his movements, even when asleep, when the chest rose, the sounds peaked, and then deflated with the chest. Deciding that her loyal retainer had earned some worship points, she would cleanse him.

Eria slowly proceeded towards his face, leaving his warm hands behind to look confusedly at the source. With a paw on where his chin and chest met, she leaned forwards into a small opening to search for bodily intusions.

However she was met with defeat when his mouth proved too small even for her, and retracted her thought about earning points.

I never fail!

After thinking that, she decided to be somewhere else.