Answers to reviews:
KB520: I'm sorry, is this story at only 1 chapter? No, it's at seventeen now. So what's this about the 'lack of updates'? You do know I need time to write out the next few chapters, right? So how about you be patient and don't expect an update every single minute?
Alex-Flyppy: Sorry, but that's not happening. Thanks for the Pawn ideas, though I do have one suggestion for the Mutation piece, something I'm talking with SlashFan2018 about.
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Dragonrule: Still working that out. I have an idea for two, but not sure about the rest yet.
Disclaimer: I do not own High School DxD. I only own the OC Damian Mammon-Lucifer.
"Mmm..." Damian groaned tiredly as he stirred from a very pleasant sleep, the feeling of the bed covers around him, as well as the warm, soft body pressed against his side. He opened his eyes and slowly sat up, reaching up to rub his eyes before letting out a yawn while stretching his arms until he felt several bones pop, then winced as he felt several scratches on his back flare up in pain.
Scratches caused from a... very pleasant night with his bedpartner.
Adjusting himself into a more comfortable position and beginning to focus some healing magic into the scratches on his back, Damian looked over at the sleeping woman closest to him in the bed that he was in: an inhumanely beautiful woman with extreme curves and curly blonde hair, she was completely naked right now, though even when she actually deigned to wear clothing she wasn't much better.
Hell knew how Damian was actually able to pull Aphrodite- the Olympian Goddess of Love, as well as several of her handmaidens- into bed with him, but he sure wasn't complaining.
'Perks of being the handsome, 18-year old Devil that I am.' Damian thought with a slight smirk.
Indeed, five years have passed since Damian left the Underworld on his quest to gain Peerage members and become stronger, more powerful. And it's been one hell of a ride, pun intended. Damian's grow into a fine young man of eighteen years old, with an Adonis-type body (according to some), his hair was short, with the sides of his head shaved, forming a mohawk out of the hair at the top of his head, tapering off into a point at the nape of his neck.
And it wasn't like he'd spent all of those five years doing nothing but lazing about and fucking people. Though one wouldn't really blame him if he had done that, considering he'd gained enough peerage members to form a formidable group of fighters within just a couple of months, even if prospective peerage members had kind of dried up since then.
No, he'd trained, taken on odd-jobs around all various supernatural worlds, and made quite a few acquaintances in that time. Some who fancied getting some with the only descendant of Lucifer left on the market, others who required more traditional services. But either way, it'd all been good experience, and Damian was all the better for it.
It was then that Damian heard Aphrodite groan and looked to see the Goddess of Love awaken. She sat up, not even bothering to cover her naked body as her huge breasts, which were bigger than even Irene's, were on full display. There was signs of hickeys and red marks on her as they had a bit of a... rough time in sex, at Aphrodite's suggestion since she sometimes likes being taken softly and loving, then there's times she likes being fucked hard and rough.
"Good morning~" Aphrodite purred and pecked his lips. "Last night was another amazing night to add to the memories."
"I imagine it was." Damian said as he got out of bed and started putting his clothing back on while Aphrodite just pushed the covers off her, laying there completely naked without a shred of shame at exposing herself. Many words could be used to describe the Goddess of Love, modest was not one of them. "Another favour I do for you, and you repay me with sex."
"And money, don't forget." Aphrodite reminded him, sitting up and going to the edge of the bed where she crossed her long, lean legs. "You do jobs for the other Gods and they'll repay you with money, I just think sex is a better payment from me."
Damian snorted. "Can't say the same for the other Goddesses."
"Yeah, I doubt Athena, Artemis or even Hera would want an amazing night with you, which is too bad for them because they are missing out." Aphrodite said before she stretched, causing her breasts to jiggle when drew Damian's eyes as he put on his jeans, something Aphrodite noticed and she smirked. "If you want, we can have a good morning fuck before you go~ "
Damian paused, contemplating it, then he shrugged and threw off his trousers. "Fuck it." With that, he tackled the Goddess of Love onto the bed as they engaged in sexual activities to start off their morning.
It was a couple of hours later when Damian, having finished his second round with Aphrodite and having dressed and left, appeared through a transportation-circle in a bathroom that was thousands of miles away from the home in Greece that he'd spent the night with Aphrodite in.
Taking a couple of seconds to fix his appearence, Damian exited the bathroom and moved into the extremely busy main lobby of a certain nightclub: his nightclub.
Enjoying the sight of humans dancing (and allowing his eyes to linger over some of the more attractive women that he passed), the dark-haired Devil made his way over to the enormous bar at one side of the room, and after quickly nodding in greeting at the bartenders there, slipped through a door out of the room into a much smaller room that featured very little but a lift. A lift that he stepped into before punching in a certain button that began to take him slowly upwards.
It hadn't been long after acquiring Mio and Moka that Damian had requested an expansion to his allowance from his family to go towards the infrastructure and resources for this little project of his: turning Seventh Heaven from a tiny bar in some no-name shantytown into a global franchise, one of the biggest names in clubbing. Rather than the obvious (and far too low) number, there were fifteen in all: one each in Beijing, Berlin, Buenos Aires, Cairo, Istanbul, Las Vegas, Madrid, Mumbai, New York, Paris, Rio de Janeiro, Sao Paulo, Seoul, Shanghai and Tokyo, the final of which being the one that Damian had teleported into and was riding in the secret lift of, making his way to the penthouse above the club.
"You're late." Was the first thing Damian heard as he stepped out of the elevator and saw Tifa grabbing a bottle of scotch from his wall of scotch. Yes, he had a wall with various drinks because... why not? He owned a penthouse, he liked to live a luxury-looking life, it was in his nature to flaunt a little as a Devil. Of course, he doesn't become too absorbed in it like some Devils do with their wealth.
"Was busy holding my end of a deal with Aphrodite." Damian said to his first Rook, Tifa, who was sitting at a brown couch made with the finest Italian leather.
Damian's penthouse was something to marvel at. Aside from the elevator that goes down to the nightclub below, it had a library which could be accessed by one of those sliding ladders, leading up to the balcony with bookshelves, the wall of alcohol drinks of various types and from various countries, a walk-in bedroom without a door or anything like that, as well as large bed fit for about ten or so people, with a massive curtain around it. There was also a balcony that gave view of the city of Tokyo, and the balcony also included a massive pool, as well as a hot tub.
"Eh, still late." Tifa remarked, pouring a glass for Damian, which he took.
"Whatever." Damian shrugged. "So what's the situation? Anything new happen while I was gone?"
"Not really. Irene and Erza are out on a Stray Devil hunt, Raven's busy with a mission in Egypt for the Egyptian God Horus, Kuroka's... somewhere, probably raiding that fish shop down the street again, Mio and Moka are also out on a job in Romania, something about growing Vampire tenstions between the Carmilla faction and the Tepes Faction."
"Hmm, interesting." Damian said as he took a sip of his glass.
Tifa shrugged.
"Not particularly. Just same shit, different day, really." She remarked, rolling over and stretching on the couch. "What're you planning on doing?"
"Having a fucking shower, for starters." Damian replied, idly sniffing himself. "I still stink of Goddess, ugh."
"Considering you fucked the Olympian Goddess of Love, on a frequent basis mind you, I'm not surprised." Tifa said while sipping her drink. "Go take a shower, I'm heading downstairs since my break's nearly over. I'd join you... but then you'd smell even more like sex."
Damian nodded and walked to the bathroom while Tifa finished having her drink. Once Damian was in the bathroom, he stripped and turned on the shower, waited until the water was warm before he stepped in and sighed in content upon feeling the warm water flowing down his body.
A few minutes later, after a very warm and relaxing shower, a freshly cleaned and dressed Damian walked out, now dressed in merely his boxers and a housecoat. He had nothing else to do, so maybe he'll get himself some sleep until something comes along.
As he walked out of the shower, he noticed a certain light popping on just outside his room, and lightly flashing: an alarm of sorts to alert anyone in Damian and his peerage's penthouse if any supernatural beings turned up to this particular club. It usually meant that things were fine: he wasn't about to begrudge a fellow unnatural being the right to a good time, but sometimes...
"Tifa, you mind going and checking out who's downstairs?" Damian called out, into the living room. "Alarm's gone off again!"
"On it!" Tifa called back, with the sound of her getting off the couch she was lying on followed by the lift whirring to life as she took her way down to the club.
Damian walked out onto the balcony and stared down at the city of Tokyo, enjoying the view of it as night. Japan was one amazing country, with them inventing some of the most insane entertainment known to man. Damian had to hand it to the humans, they knew how to make stuff that could be seen as insane but still come off as entertainment.
Don't get him started on them with their anime and... the Hentai.
'What is it with the whole tentace thing and girls anyway? I swear, I could never look at a Octopus ever again without that image in my head.' Damian thought with a shudder before the room's com came on and Tifa's voice came from him.
"Hey boss... Azazel's here."
Damian's eyes widened a little at that before narrowing. "Keep him down there, I won't be long."
A now casual clothed Damian walked out of the elevator, now dressed in a gray tanktop, black fingerless gloves, black faded jeans, black military boots, and finally a faded black, 3/4-length, hooded leather coat with red interior linings and the British Union flag sewn on the left arm.
It only took him a minute or so after that to make his way into the club, and over to the bar where Tifa and Azazel were at.
"Heya." Azazel greeted, holding up a glass of vodka as Damian hopped up onto a free seat. "Damian Mammon, in the flesh. Nice to meet you."
"Mammon-Lucifer, actually." Damian replied, keeping his expression as neutral as possible as he looked Azazel up and down. "What're you doing here, Azazel?"
"Or maybe Lucifer-Mammon, put the bigger name first." Azazel remarked, more to himself than anything as he downed the vodka. "Huh, Lucifer-Mammon, Lammon... lemon. Damian Lemon...!" He then burst into a fit of laughter as more vodka was poured for him. Damian sighed, unamused at Azazel's joke, and rolled his eyes as he noticed Tifa giggling a little, out of the corner of her eye.
"What. Do you want. Azazel?" He repeated, practically glaring at the Fallen Angel leader.
"Okay, okay, spoil my fun, why don't you?" Azazel gave a mock offended look but Damian just gave him a death glare. "Fine. I'm looking to hire your services. I've heard all about you and your Peerage as a big mercenary team, doing jobs for various Factions like the Gods, the Youkai, the Vampires, even for the Angels. Heard Gabriel is very fond of you."
"Get to the point. My patience is running thin." Damian said with an irritated sigh. He had heard all about Azazel through the grapevine as well as what his parents had to say about him. The man could be... very vexing and annoying, according to his father, and Damian could see why Revan once said he was close to ripping out Azazel's tongue just to not have to hear him speak again.
"Alright, alright." Azazel replied, sighing. "There's a group of rogue Fallen in Kuoh, town not too far from here. I'm worried they could start something with the ruling Devils there. Go take care of them... please?" He looked over at Damian. "Happy?"
"That's it? That can't be everything." Damian said with a frown. "Why would a group of Fallen Angels, rogues or not, be in Devil territory? Do the Devils there even know about them or is this an attempt to start a war?"
"Fuck no." Azazel replied, looking seriously over at Damian. "I'M not trying to start a war, but for all both of us know, the rogues I mentioned earlier could be. I'd send someone closer to home, but I'd rather not risk anyone there getting a worse idea than what they'd probably already get as soon as they find out about the rogues in their territory." he sighed. "I'll pay upfront, if you want."
Damian kept in a sigh. The only Fallen Angels he's encountered, most of them were assholes that clearly fell from Heaven due to their arrogance, and their whole 'I am superior than Devils' bullshit attitude. He has also encountered rogues, who met their end brutally but quickly. If Azazel wanted him to deal with this group of rogues, and get paid for it, then he'll do it. But he wasn't as merciful as he might have been five years ago.
"I'll do it, but don't think all of them will be alive after I'm done." Damian warned with a demonic growl in his words. "I'm not as merciful as I used to be. They will surrender or they will die, it's as simple as that."
"Fine." Azazel shrugged, downing the refilled glass of vodka and putting it down on the bar. "Works for me. I'll have your payment sent over in a couple of hours."
Standing up and shoving his hands into his trenchcoat pockets, the Governer-General of the Fallen Angels left the bar, humming to himself as he made his way through the crowd.
Damian watched him go before he exhaled and picked up the bottle of Vodka, downing it to drown the stress of dealing with the Governor-general of the Fallen Angels away.
"My dad was right." Damian remarked to Tifa. "He is an annoying asshole."
Tifa giggled before getting serious. "So what now? What's the plan?"
Damian was silent for several second as he stared at the empty bottle of Vodka before he put it down and looked at her.
"I'm going to Kuoh..."
And canon has officially started. I was going to do more, but SlashFan2018 told me it's best to skip five years but have flashbacks of Damian and his Peerage on the adventures they were on in the five year gap, and of course one of those obviously got Damian into bed with Aphrodite, the Greek Goddess of Love, Beauty and Sex herself.
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), Irene Belserion (Fairy Tail), Erza Scarlet (Fairy Tail), Tifa Lockhart (Final Fantasy), Raven Branwen (RWBY), Moka Akashiya (Rosario + Vampire), Mio Naruse )Testment of Sister New Devil)
Peerage:
King: Damian Mammon-Lucifer.
Queen: Irene Belserion
Knight: Raven Branwen
Knight: Erza Scarlet
Rook: Tifa Lockhart
Rook: Moka Akashiya
Bishop: Kuroka
Bishop: Mio Naruse
Pawn: Unknown
