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A few days have passed since Damian met Irene, and he can honestly say he's never met anyone more prideful than her, and this was coming from a Devil who were equally prideful beings, but not as much as a dragon he supposes. He's honestly thankful and lucky she hasn't just killed him and gone off to find her daughter herself, but he supposed she also knew she couldn't look everywhere herself.

Nevertheless, he won't leave her until they've found her daughter. He glanced at her as they walked towards a small village in the Canadian woodlands, having been walking in this direction for the past three days after leaving the area they fought Fafnir and killed him.

"So, what's the plan?" Damian asked the beautiful woman beside him, looking at her and trying to ignore how her hair reminded him so much of Rias'. Rias' hair was crimson red like blood, Irene's was a more scarlet red. Was there a difference? Not really, he's just trying to distract himself from thinking about her.

Hard to believe it's been three months since he's left and so far he hasn't found a potential peerage member, save for Irene but she refused to join his peerage which he accepted.

"Small villages usually get people passing through. Perhaps whoever has my daughter passed through here, or someone knows the direction to point in to someone who can help us." Irene said, looking around and ignoring the lustful glances sent her way by the men as they stopped to stare at her. Some were even commenting about how Damian is probably her son.

"Right." Damian nodded before he asked a question that's been on his mind for three days. "if you don't mind me asking... how did your daughter get kidnapped?"

"Humans distracted me and snatched her while I was defending our home." Irene said with a growl that almost sounded draconic. "They knew she was my daughter and figured they could either sell her off for lots of money or try to see if she wields power like mine."

"Ah." Damian nodded. That made sense.

It wasn't long before Irene and Damian started chatting with the locals, trying to glean any possible information that they could get from anyone. Damian wasn't exactly able to get much out of anyone, though he could tell that that was probably because no-one really had any information really pertaining to what he and Irene needed. Maybe he was just unlucky, and Irene more lucky, considering she seemed to be making more headway with whoever she asked.

Whether that was down to how she was asking people, or down to her body allowing people to let their guard down around her, Damian couldn't really say...

"Answer me!" Irene growled, slamming her staff into the ground hard enough to cause sparks to fly up from the ground where she'd struck. "Is there ANYTHING you can think of about any group of humans that would kidnap someone?!"

"U-uh..." the poor man and woman that Irene was currently interrogating looked shakily at each other, with the woman being the first to speak up.

"The Branwen Tribe!" she squeaked. "The Branwen Tribe, they've probably done something like that! They were responsible for that attack on the village a couple of miles north of here, I wouldn't put it past them to have kidnapped people too!"

Irene let out a small 'hmph', turned on her heel and walked over to where Damian was standing, several metres away.

"The Branwen Tribe? I've never heard of them." Damian said, his arms crossed.

"They haven't done anything to become well known, but they are a band of cutthroats, thieves, murderers, bandits." Irene said with a sigh. "Never met them myself, But I've heard enough tales about them to know they are just simple cutthroats consisting of humans, but their leader is the most dangerous of them all."

"And their leader is?" Damian asked as they began to walk North, which was the direction of the Branwen tribe.

"Raven Branwen."

Right." Damian replied. "If we were to find them, maybe we should head to that village that the couple you were hassling for info mentioned."

"It worked, didn't it?" Irene replied, as the pair of them moved into an alleyway. The pair of them spread their respective wings and took off, making their way above the village and out of sight before anyone could spot them, and flying that couple of miles north they needed to go to get to the other village. Just as the couple from before had said, the village in question was in quite a bad way. Several buildings looked outright destroyed, there were injured hunched up against walls or limping through the streets, and there was the occasional dead body around.

Damian couldn't help but feel bad for the people in question that had suffered at the hands of the bandits, and judging by Irene's expression, she probably felt the same. Even if she looked to be quite a bit better at hiding it.

"Maybe try and be a bit nicer when asking about which way the Branwen Tribe went." Damian muttered, as they crossed over a bridge, and saw two people tossing a dead body over it into what looked like it used to be a river, though there was no water in it.

"You know, that's just disrespectful." Damian said, getting the two humans' attention as they turned and drew their weapons but before they could do anything, Irene waved her staff and they were bound by magical seals that forced them to the ground. "And here I thought you'd just kill them and march your way to the tribe's location."

"We know it's North, we don't know the precise location." Irene countered as she stormed up to the two humans and pointed her staff at them. "I know you are members of the Branwen Tribe, where is it?"

One of them chuckled as he eyed her lustfully. "We don't talk, beautiful. But... maybe if you strip and give us a good time, we might tell you where."

"Oh, wow, that's a great offer." Irene remarked, letting out a sarcastic chuckle. "How about instead, I strip you?"

She lowered her staff, pointing it at the right upper arm of the one who'd made that remark to her. Damian noticed a small magic-circle appearing upon his arm... and then Irene tapped her staff into the ground, causing the man's arm to explode right off his body. Irene stepped back as the bound bandit in question let out a scream of pain and made an attempt to lunge forward, instead just flopping down onto the ground before her.

"How about a bit more?" Irene continued, her voice practically a snarl as she raised her staff again. "I can keep stripping you. And believe me, I'll have a good time doing so."

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT...!" The bandit wailed, thrashing around in his bonds all over the bridge before Irene took a step forward, resting her boot on his chest to stop him from moving. "Th-there's a forest, several miles east of here! Always covered in fog... that's where camp's set up right now! I swear!"

"If you're lying... I'll take the other eye." Irene growled.

"Wha-AHHHHH!" The man screamed in pure, utter agony when Irene literally dug her fingers into his right eye and ripped it out of the socket, sending blood everywhere on the ground.

Irene turned to a shell-shocked Damian and she rolled her eyes. "What? Never seen blood and gore before?"

"N-No, just... not used to this kind of sight." Damian said, gesturing to the wailing man who's missing eye socket continued to gush out blood. He'd dis soon enough.

Irene rolled her eyes and continued walking on, Damian jogging to catch up with her. "If you want to stick by my side until we've found my daughter, you'll need to learn to pull your weight and deal with enemies, whether you gut them, rip their arms, eyes, body parts, anything like that, I don't care. I won't do everything."

"Damn, you can be pretty scary." Damian muttered but Irene heard him and smirked a bit. "Nice magic skills by the way."

"Thank you." Irene said then looked at him curiously before she sighed. "Maybe... maybe I'll teach you my magic, as I know a lot of it."

"Wait, really?" Damian asked with surprise she was willing to teach him.

"Yes. Now shut up with the questions or I'll bound you to a tree until I return." irene growled, causing Damian to shut up. Never attempt to antagonize a woman when she's annoyed, that's one of the lessons Esdeath taught him after one of their many sexual sessions in bed.

Following the bandit's directions, it took them half an hour to find a forest that was surrounded by fog. Irene scoffed at the sight and raised her staff, which glowed before the fog was cleared away, revealing a camp in a large clearing, tree surrounding it all on sides.

Damian had to admit, the Branwen Tribe sure knew how to keep themselves hidden.

"Shall we?" Damian gestured to where he could see the gate, two guards guarding it. Irene said nothing and walked straight for the gates. Damian just sighed quietly and followed her.

"Hey, who are you?!" the first of the guards spoke up, moving towards Damian and Irene while drawing what looked like a sickle. He twirled it around in his hand before pointing it at Damian and Irene. "Don't-"

Damian cut him off before Irene had a chance to cast any kind of spell, replying by summoning an enormous gust of wind that blew both guards off their feet and into the gate with enough force to send it crashing open. Both guards groaned in pain, not getting up as Damian and Irene walked past them, through the broken gates and into the camp.

Their sudden presence, understandably, was immediately noticed by pretty much everyone in the camp.

"Hope you don't mind, but we let ourselves in." Damian remarked sassily as they walked into the middle of the camp. "We've come seeking information, and we were pointed in your direction. So, summon your leader and this doesn't have to end in a bloody mess because my tall, gorgeous redheaded friend here is itching to cause a bloody mess."

Irene rolled her eyes at him but glared at some bandits who tried to approach, causing them to rethink that decision. Seeing nobody was answering them, she growled and slammed her staff down which caused a shockwave.

"Bring Raven Branwen to us! NOW!" Irene demanded.

The two heard the caw of a bird and looked up to see a raven fly over them before it flew towards the big tent, flew behind it before there was a 'swoosh!' sound and from the other side appeared... a woman.

She looked to be around the same time as Irene, but with black hair rather than scarlet, and wearing what looked like a lightly-armoured skirt. She also looked far more ready for physical combat than anything else, looking like she possessed a good bit more actual muscle than Irene seemed to.

Damian was certain that under that skirt was a nice set of abs, and that was to say nothing of the sword strapped to her side.

"Are you Raven Branwen?" Irene asked, taking a step forward. Damian stayed back, his eyes flicking around the other tribe-members: some of whom were holding back with suspicious looks in their eyes, had openly drawn weapons or were just looking at Irene (or even him) with pure lust in their eyes.

"I am." The now identified Raven Branwen replied, looking at the two with narrowed eyes. "And what brings the infamous Queen of Dragons with a little Devil to my home?"

"We're looking for someone. Someone who has been kidnapped. We were pointed in the direction of your tribe cause the locals from the nearby village said you'd be up for kidnapping. Tell me, have you recently acquired a girl, red hair like mine, brown eyes. If so... then your life ends now."

Raven and Irene stared each other down, red eyes meeting brown ones in a fierce glaring contest as Damian tensed up a little, eyeing the other tribe members around them.

Finally, Raven sighed. "We haven't done the kidnapping thing in a few years, and no... we haven't seen a girl like you. Your daughter, I assume? I doubt it's with the kid at your side."

"The child is my daughter, yes, and no it's not with him." Irene said, still glaring. "He's merely helping me look for her. Now, if you don't know anything, who does?"

Raven hummed as she paced a little slowly, one hand resting on her sheathed weapon which Damian noticed was most likely a katana judging from the way the sheath was shaped. He had no doubt this woman was skilled... but how skilled remained a mystery.

'She's clearly one heck of a fighter.' Damian thought, his eyes flickering to her exposed legs where he can see the toned muscle in her thighs. He also noted she had some great legs.

"Not that many are into kidnapping children... except slavers." Raven told them, turning to the duo. "If we were to kidnap children, it would be for a ransom. Slavers are much different."

"Which slavers and where can we find them?" Damian asked, finally speaking up which made Raven's eyes flick to him.

"Sorry kid, but much like how your kind works, information is bought for a price." Raven chuckled, crossing her arms under her breasts.

"And what kind of price are we talking?" Damian asked, meeting Raven's look with quiet determination. Raven raised an eyebrow, muted interest present on her face.

She quickly scanned over the other tribesmen and women before her eyes returned to Damian and Irene.

"Not here. In my tent." She replied, turning around and making for the biggest tent in the camp, moving inside. Damian and Irene looked at each other, hesitating for a couple of seconds, before following.

A few minutes later, Damian and Irene were in Raven's tent, sitting down with their legs folded in a basket, a position of which Raven herself was ina s she sat across from them with only a small table in between them. Nobody said anything as a tribe member poured some tea for the three of them before leaving the tent once finished.

"So, what do you want from us?" Irene asked, her arms crossed.

Raven sipped her tea before looking at Irene who wasn't making an efforst to touch hers, neither was Damian. Raven rolled her eyes. "You know, it's better when it's hot."

"You know, you're really obnoxious." Damian countered.

Raven ignored that and quietly sighed before she put her tea down and gave them deadly serious looks. "I need your help."

Damian and Irene looked at each other in surprise at that before the Devil in the tent asked. "Why?"

"Because something that belongs to me has been stolen, and without it the tribe will fall apart and I will be either killed or cast out." Raven said before she siupped her tea again. "I can't leave to find it because the other members here will take advantage of my absence, so I need to be here and keep them in line as best as I can. "

"What was stolen?" Damian asked curiously.

"A mask. One my father wore before me as it represents leadership over the Branwen Tribe. My grandfather created it and it's been passed down through the family. Only the strong can survive and are allowed to lead the tribe. I showed that when I gutted my father and took the mask for myself."

"Oh great, you have a survival of the fittest mentality." Irene remarked with a roll of her eyes.

"The same could be said for dragons." Raven retorted, getting a glare from Irene which Raven returned.

"Okay, enough." Damian cut in before a fight could happen. He looked at Raven. "Who stole the mask and where can we find it?"

Raven put her cup of tea down. "A member of my tribe who turned traitor. One that I.. never saw coming. My twin brother, Qrow..."

"Right." Irene replied, sighing. "Family matters. Fantastic. Do you know where he might have gone with it?"

"North, away from everyone." Raven replied. "He always preferred to stay alone. There's mountains up there, would be a good place for a thief like him to hide."

"Alright, mountains, got it." Damian replied. "And once we've got the mask, you'll help us out?"

"I'll give you the information I have." Raven corrected. "If you call that helping out, fine."

"Guess that's as good as anything." Damian muttered which Irene nodded at in agreement. before they stood. "You want your brother dead or brought back to deal with yourself?"

"Bringing his head is enough." Was the cold-hearted answer as Raven stood. "I'll give you a quicker means of getting there."

"How will you-" Damian was cut off when Raven unsheathed her katana and slashed the air, causing a red portal of sorts to open. "What... the... hell?"

"Let's just say, my weapon was blessed by gods." Raven said with a smirk at his reaction. She then gestured for them to go through, but she decided to give them one last piece of advice before they went through. "Be careful of your surroundings. Like myself, Qrow can transform into the bird he is named after, so... take out any crows you see."

"The hell was your parents thinking naming you after birds? How did you guys even get the ability to change into birds?" Damian asked curiously.

"Bring back my mask and my brother's head... and I'll tell you." Raven said with a smirk and watched them leave before the portal shut. She sighed and sat down. "Now to deal with the mess here..."


And that's it for this chapter, introducing Raven Branwen. Will she become a part of Damian's Peerage? Who knows. I am taking the time to develop stuff here, with SlashFan201's help, not just having the women meet Damian and drop their panties for him.

Harem: Rias Gremory, Akeno Himejima, Raynare, Kalawarner, Yubelluna, Xuelan, Karlamine, Tiamat, Yasaka, Kuroka, Gabriel, Grayfia Lucifuge, Serafall Leviathan, Venelana Gremory, Kiyome Abe, Seekvaira Agares, Esdeath (Akame Ga Kill),

Peerage:

King: Damian Mammon-Lucifer.

Queen: Unknown

Knight: Unknown

Knight: Unknown

Rook: Unknown

Rook: Unknown

Bishop: Unknown

Bishop: Unknown

Pawns: Unknown