Balor Over Hell - or 'I am kind of like DIO but Femboy and with an actual interest in women' (Gasper Vladi!SI DxD)

Not gonna lie, waking up in the body of a Dhampir sure feels immensely… unusual.

Especially when said Dhampir was born in odd circumstances. And no, I am not referring to the whole 'mass of darkness that killed off a few people while manifesting', I mean the fact I was a legit tomgirl-in-the-making. Physically, at least.

Which is why, you may have to forgive me, but I had to stand mostly nude by the full-body mirror in my 'room'. Yep, I had just the potential to develop a butt and… a nice cock at that. I deigned that last bit with brief attention and by the bathroom as I really was not a narcissist- not completely at least.

You see, my dear imaginary friends- I, Gasper Vladi, have a dream. And that dream was to take this chance to actually do something someone like Gasper was born to do: kick asses and claim bitches. The same was true in reverse, of course, but that wasn't the point.

No, as I styled my hairdo, I could feel some creative ideas manifesting from deep within. For I could tell that this situation was just… hilarious! And deeply amusing as I knew I was going to make it work with what I had.

In fact, one thing that is not exactly detailed in the lore of DxD when it comes to Gasper is how 'easy' it was to manifest his Sacred Gear whenever needed. The Forbidden Balor View was the ultimate proof Gasper had been meant to be DIO but as a trap.

And I am sure as hell going to make that happen. Which is why I was testing out Forbidden Balor View like crazy. I refused to let this power be this limited for too long. For it to be limited by some eyesight Sharingan BS was not acceptable!

Hence why I decided to test it out and… trick a few naughty people peeping on me. I want to say spying, but the two hag-tier maids put in charge of monitoring my progress were getting a bit worked up. I could feel it through their 'quiet' breathing growing tenser.

Such naughty women, not good enough for a pleasant lay either. Both physically and mentally. I mean, I am surprised that 'hags' were a thing, but perhaps those were dhampirs and thus lacked immortality.

Hence why I fucked with their minds for being sick ladies. I used the mirror together with the Sacred Gear. Admittedly it took some clever moving, but my semi-vampiric body made it easy to throw things to relocate objects around. And with 'each blink' from them, they would slowly notice that something was wrong and that things were 'moving'. That was just the beginning.

After all, I wasn't going to give some nasty hags the chance to… screw with me.

After putting on what piece of clothes I was missing, I walked up to the door of my new room and gave a smile at the two ladies standing outside.

"I need to bathe. Can one of you follow me?"

The polite and shy tone I used was a winning move that secured one of the two to follow me to the bathroom. Which was massive- I knew that Gasper was being abused in this household, but it would be a lie to say he didn't get some proper services.

And right now, I was in need of a bath and a snack. I wasn't going to say no to fresh meat~!

It took very little to have her on her knees, offering a hug which she could have used to do things, and while she thought she could get away with it since I was a child and she was an adult (maybe also the whole Vampire/Dhampir dynamics at play), she failed to realize I still had my Sacred Gear.

Maybe it was because Gasper wouldn't have used it on anyone out of fear, but I wasn't the old Gasper. I was a very 'naughty Gasper' at that. And I had a bit of a deep hatred for oldies trying to go full-pedos on kids that didn't have awareness of what the fuck they were doing.

So, the Sacred Gear was soon activated, my eyes never once abandoning the woman's neck as I sank my teeth on her exposed neck and started to suck.

"Chuu~!"

Well shit, I sound like Moka from Rosario + Vampire. What the fuck? That's a degree of freaky I wasn't expecting. But, you know what? I will own it and make it a terrifying sound for those fools trying to piss me off~.

There was also a fun logic in drinking blood from a vampire. Technically speaking, I was a 'weakling', hence, by going with the Vampire Zenkai ability that DxD Vampires have, I was going to acquire greater power by absorbing from someone older than me.

Hence why I picked the weakest of the two first, so I could have just enough BS circumstance to handle the second one and further expand my power considerably. I am also the kind of eater (or sucker, really) that likes to clean the plate, so I left a rotting husk behind to be dealt with once I was done with hag-maid the second.

The bath was quick and refreshing, I could really feel the hot water pleasantly remove any grime and filth that my first kill in this world brought. I want to say I felt something, just a bit of upset but… these people were monsters. Not just biologically, but also mentally.

These maids in particular, I may not have a full recount of Gasper's childhood, but I can tell by a glance alone that they were the direct cause of the many trauma the original owner of my new body would have faced.

Was my body pure at this point, before my entry? I don't know and I refuse to entertain as a thought. Ugly thought, really and I was up and ready to settle the score again.

Once I was done bathing and had my clothes on, I moved to take care of the hag standing right around the corner. She saw me leaving alone, but she didn't look that shocked as, perhaps, the other bitch was meant to be 'cleaning after me' or something like that.

"Hey, I know you are sad that I didn't pick you," I said happily, opening my arms to her. "Want a hug?"

Too. Easy.

The hag was on her knees, she was exposed again and, with her body frozen in time, I drank her dry too. Licking my lips and canines, I stared down at the last obstacle to have a 'safer' environment to rely on.

It took a while to drag her corpse to the bathroom before I walked up to the kitchen, the servants here were too busy to notice me around as I retrieved two empty bags meant for potatoes.

Or I thought they were all busy as one did notice what I was doing much to my initial chagrin… and developing grin.

"Would you need a hand with that, Young Master?"

The polite tone sounded genuine, and I turned to see a fairly handsome butler with white hair and dark-red eyes. Not a member of the Vladi Family… a Manthar? I doubted any Tepes would serve within a secondary household so… yeah, probably a Manthar.

"Yeah, I need to burn these bodies and then hide the ashes," I replied happily, drawing a tiny smile on his face. "Say, don't you mind that I did this? I bet Father is going to be annoyed."

"Definitely annoyed, Lord Vladi is quite caring of his servants," The butler reasoned. "However, we servants can be quite… competitive towards one another. Especially when fools with age try to trump quality."

I blinked. "Are you planning to touch me in a wrong fashion? Like those naughty ladies?"

He actually flinched- so yeah, not a creepy sick bastard. So Sebastian but not trying to fuck the trap, I guess that's a good thing for me.

"I would never treat you in such a manner, Young Master. Unless ordered, of course."

"I will not force this, I can tell you like good ladies. Like me!" The squeaked last bit drew an amused smirk on his face. "So, how about we get this done quickly before others notice?"

"At once, Young Master."

Dear Diary, today many things have happened. To be honest, this is Page 1 of a new life and things are definitely going to get funnier from this day onward. First, I am a soon-to-become a trap.

That sounds horrible because of masculinity and such, but the truth is that it's not how big the knight is, but how big the sword he uses is. And within my equation, I was going to make ladies happy once I was through puberty.

I can also stop time for people I look at and even more now that I drank the blood of two hags- yes, I can drain blood now as I am a kill-mothering Dhampir (notice the joke of Gasper killing his own mother at birth here, heh).

Still, I am tiny and I need help which is why I have now my own Alfred Pennyworth, but a vampire and very sadistic to those I may hurl at him. Yes, I will make use of this loyal minion with care, compassion and efficiency. His name is Frederic Manthar, but I call him Fredi. He likes it.

I am not going to kill Daddy Dearest just yet. I have to understand a few things regarding my surroundings. The politics of factions are… insane here too. It was like DxD, but in Romania and with less Soviet leftovers to worry about. Also, I was born in a male-dominant group of vampiric families, and we were at war with a female-dominant group under the Carmilla Family.

I feel at home with these talks of families and warring, and even some hints of mafia here and there.

Still, I will keep on testing the limits of my Sacred Gear when possible. I am close to cracking the Matrix here and… soon, I shall conquer… not the Heavens.

Heavens here are flawed- Hells? Yes, Hells, the concept of 'Hell' shall bear a meaning that transcends even the mighty heavens under that oaf called Michael.

With that being said, let's also get a Harem in the process. For 'scientific reasons', of course~.

AN

And so it begins~. This is going to be a fun-paced story.