Thank you very much for the reviews. They've completely obliterated my worries and I can continue writing this fic with reasonable level of anxiety

Bit of a fun fact for this specific chapter; I've scrapped it four times already

Also new cover btw. That's how i envisioned how Yasaka looks in this fic. her hair is just chef's kiss

And I've noticed re-reading the past chapters of this fic, my writing quality has gone down the hill that if it hasn't been posted; I would have scrapped it again. Hopefully I can remedy that soonish… The last three chapters are the most glaring imo

I've been writing pr well as of late, and i think it's because I'm no longer worrying about my job. Yes, i've quitted, currently unemployed, and am currently enjoying the results of my hard work

Planning to run a business soonish, but enough about me, there's Lucifer to write


Lucifer: Yearning of Armageddon


Chapter 13

|| Everything and Nothing ||


In the bustling courtyard of the mystical realm of Old Kyoto, two kitsunes, both of which were entourage to Yasaka, Kai and Tamamo, found themselves engaged in a lively conversation. The air was filled with whispers of enchantments and the soft rustling of leaves as they settled on the intricately designed pathways, having just finished their daily task of tending to the garden.

Kai leaned against a marble pillar, her russet fur glistening in the dappled sunlight. She flicked her fluffy tail, fixing her gaze on Tamamo who was perched on a moss-covered rock nearby, watching the falling petals of the cherry blossom.

"Have you noticed Yasaka-hime's mood lately?"

"Hm?" A pair of bushy vulpine ears perked up, her two tails swishing. Tamamo had detected the start of a delicious gossip of her ladyship and her devilish paramore, hers as well, of course, and she wouldn't want to miss the chance to gossip. "But of course! She's always in a good mood whenever her man comes around, is she not? He never visited her this often; I'd imagine she would be elated. I know I certainly would, ufufufu~"

"Uh huh, yeah… but what's with the suit though?" Kai curled an eyebrow, her voice a mixture of amusement and bewilderment.

Tamamo was hoping to discuss her ladyship's juicy love story instead of… this. But she didn't show her disappointment.

"His suit? What about it?"

"I've never seen him wearing a different set of outfits… Have you?"

Tamamo blinked. Now that she considered it, why did The Devil wear suits? Personal preference?

"No… I would have seared it deep in my memory if he had."

"Don't you find it interesting? Maybe he's wearing it to impress her Ladyship?" Kai nodded vigorously, her tail swishing back and forth. "I wonder if that's how he looks. I mean, isn't he the Devil? The original one? Shouldn't he be all fire and brimstone…? He's strutting around like he's the CEO of Hell Incorporated, or something."

"He was once an Archangel, no? I presumed he had always had that look."

"Hmmm… Don't the heavenly things wear something more like white robes…? Like that other fallen archangel… Gabriel?"

"...Can her 'armor' even be considered as a robe…?" muttered Tamamo. She'd presumed angels and most definitely archangels to be modest, but then again, she doubted they knew a thing about shame. What with them being sinless and such.

"Anyway, so why the suit?" Kai retraced back. "Fashion statement?"

"Maybe so," Tamamo mused. "I believe he's all about defying his father, no? His choice of clothing, including the suit, reflects his departure from the stereotypical angelic imagery and his embrace of his own identity and desires… Or maybe he wears it because he likes it… who knows!"

Maybe she could ask him once he returned. Hopefully sooner than later. Lucifer was a very missable man; she missed him easily. But that was likely due to her nature to get quickly attached to people that gave her care.

"But can you picture him wearing anything other than his suit? Anything else looks… wrong, in my opinion."

"I'd rather picture him without the suit."

"Tama-chan you naughty girl," Kai giggled. "Lady Yasaka could have your tails hanged."

The kitsunes shared a mischievous giggle before Tamamo sighed dramatically. "You know, I once tried to get a glimpse of him talking to Her Ladyship, but I got lost in that well-tailored abyss of his suit…"

Kai burst into laughter, her laughter a melody that mingled with the breeze. "Oh, I can totally imagine. The suit is like its own dimension."

Kai's laughter resonated, but Tamamo-no-Mae's focus started to wander elsewhere, memories of her nights spent with The Devil overflowing her emotions. A blush deepened on her cheeks as she whispered, more to herself than Kai, "His eyes, though..."

"They pair well with the suit, I must admit… Let's just hope he doesn't start a fashion trend in the supernatural realm. I don't think I could rock a suit like he does."

"Hmmm~" Tamamo hummed dreamily as her mind brought her elsewhere. "...Hmm…? How did Lucifer-sama first meet Yasaka-hime, by the by?"

"Ehhh~ you didn't know? It's a very popular story, y'know. It's a timeless classic! From enemies to lovers!"

"Truly?!" Tamamo's tails would rupture if she swished it any faster. "Do tell! Do tell!"

As per usual, as it should, it was another peaceful, gossip-ful night in Old Kyoto… even with the rest of the housemaids chasing after Kunou in the background.


Break


The Occult Research Club used to be just as lively. Days ago, that is.

It had been a livelier club, rather, doubly so with the addition of Hyoudou Issei—the depraved young boy whose sole purpose of his existence was to rub as many breasts as there were stars in the skies. In fact, it was his primary motivator to be a Devil until the day he met Lucifer.

But The Devil's had cut a deep and lasting impact for some of these highschoolers; those being Issei and his Master.

Issei wanted to see The Devil. He knew he had to make up his mind. If his body was just a vessel containing an unwilling prisoner, then he had no reason to keep Ddraig there. The one thing that kept him from fully forming his decision was the horrifying chance of being thrown away like used rags, despite his best effort to believe Rias wouldn't do such a thing. Without his Sacred Gear, he had nothing else. Which was why he had to be something. But how?

As for the rest? Well, they were bothered, sure. Akeno was the only one who got a kick of his arrival and the reveal that one of the remaining archangels had fallen — oh she was barely able to contain her joy and would have gossipped about it with her close friend, if only Rias wasn't so… preoccupied with her own thoughts. Rias was, after all, the team mom. She was the one that did a lot of the worrying and the planning. Akeno was there for the ride.

Kiba wasn't as disturbed. Or as joyful. Beneath his knightly, humble and kind facade was a man that despised the Christian Order. Gabriel's falling was no less than satisfactory. He only hoped Lucifer's re-emergence brought nothing less than utter and complete destruction to those who had done him and his dead friends wrong.

Koneko didn't care at all, and she had no trouble enjoying her fruit parfait as though today was like any other day.

Lastly, Rias herself.

While her members were engaged in their own tasks or discussions or parfait-eating business, Rias Gremory, seated at her usual spot at the head of the table, stared absentmindedly at the flickering candle in front of her. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but her expression was one of mute disbelief. Just when she thought the issue with Raynare's splinter cell had been cleared up, her human contractors started dying left and right like flies. If that wasn't enough, the culprit was a Fallen Archangel, and if that wasn't enough to be the kicker; it had to be Gabriel from out of all of them. And she attacked her Pawn.

And then there was the matter regarding Lucifer…

Was he really The Devil? It was hard to believe but even harder to deny it. The way he talked directly to her Pawn's Sacred Gear… how he carried himself, the dark, enigmatic charm — everything about him was horribly right. He, as a whole, was wrongfully right. Even the air around him felt wrongly pure, if there was such a term. It was as if he wasn't of this world. He was The Ruiner that as his name implied, brought ruins to the entire devilkind. He led them into an unwinnable war and even until now their kind had to pay for it. He cared little if at all about her or the devils as a whole.

…And yet he rescued her Pawn and staved off Kokabiel… He even took Hyoudou's offer and visited his house… a shame she couldn't be there but Rias didn't think she wanted to experience feeling so insignificant more than once.

As if those weren't enough for her to digest, now she received this piece of shocking news…

An eternal night had fallen over the Realm of Olympus.

Akeno noticed the unusual silence and the distant look in Rias's eyes. Concern etched her features as she leaned in slightly. "Rias, is something bothering you? Riser again?"

Rias blinked, as if snapping out of a trance, and turned her attention to Akeno. She took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. "...I can't believe I'm saying this but I may prefer thinking about him rather than this."

"Oh?" Akeno calmed her voice, erasing her need to tease this Rias. "What could be so bad that it took your mind away from the flaming bird, I wonder."

"It's about the Olympians."

"What of them?"

"Grayfia just informed me of this…" Rias hesitated for a moment, struggling to find the words to convey the enormity of the situation. "They're… I don't know how to put this, but they've been defeated. Mount Olympus is now under the control of Nyx."

"Nyx…" Akeno muttered. "...Who is she again?"

"The Primordial Goddess of the Night," Rias clarified. "Rather, it has been under her control for around a week now."

"Ara. Sorry to sound so ignorant, but you have more knowledge in this compared to me, this lowly ignorant Queen of yours— but how concerned do we have to be?"

"...Well… to be honest; I'm not sure… Greece is a continent away from us and coincidentally the Balkan is one of the regions where our influence is the weakest, so… I can't tell yet. Remind me if I forget about this, Akeno. I believe that's what we're going to be discussing later."

"Will do."

Away from the serious discussion but still able to overhear Kuoh's Two Great Ladies, Issei muttered a question to Kiba, "...What're they talking about? Olympus…? New brand of energy drinks for athletes? Are we getting sponsored?"

After a brief chuckle that immediately died down as Kiba realized Issei wasn't joking, he readily explained. "Zeus, Poseidon, Ares… Athena. Do you recognize any of these names?"

Issei's reply was flat and direct. "No."

"...Ahaha… Well they're the Greek Gods. Olmypians are the major deities of the Greek Pantheon, Issei-kun. And… well… Honestly, I don't know what's the implication beyond all this or if we should be worried. We don't bother with other faction's politics just as they don't bother ours."

"Gods?" Issei's eyes widened, and he blinked in realization. "You mean like those old stories with gods and stuff?"

"Yes, Senpai, exactly. Those 'old stories with gods and stuff' are part of various mythologies that have shaped human history." Koneko added with a dry tone.

Issei scratched the back of his head sheepishly, feeling a little embarrassed. "Huh? Right, right… Is this a big deal?"

"Imagine the entire Shinto Gods being wiped out by another higher deity."

"...Okay…" Issei muttered, thoughtful. "And…?"

Kiba waited, processed the word, and blinked. "...And?"

"And then what?" Issei prodded at Kiba, who had never looked so lost before. "...I mean…what do the gods do anyway…? If we're Devils, aren't they basically our enemies? Sort of?"

"Thankfully it isn't that simple otherwise none of us would be standing here, Issei-kun. They protect their followers, essentially. Do… do you think they just sit around all day and do nothing?"

Issei nodded. Kiba was baffled.

"There are bigger threats that only gods can fend off."

"Like what? Dragons?" Issei asked. "Look man, I'm not trying to be an atheistic asshole here, I'm just curious. I wanna know more. What does all of this mean for us? Are we in danger?"

"We don't know yet," Rias chimed from her desk, having observed her Pawn's take and his growing interest in the topic. "But considering the timing of Lucifer's reemergence and this event, I worry if there might be a connection…"

"Assuming he has a part in this; what does he want to do with Nyx?"

"That's what I've been wondering this past hour, Akeno," Rias said with a sigh. "He's just too… cryptic. Earlier I thought he would forcibly pry Hyoudou's Gear, and yet he saved him and agreed to his request… I know little of the Goddess of the Night other than she's a Primordial."

"But he did let Kokabiel go," Kiba pointed out.

"He doesn't care about us," Rias stated. "I don't know what he's planning… his intention from all of this."

"But he's a devil, right?" asked Issei. "Isn't he supposed to be on our side?"

"I highly doubt he takes any side other than his, if our last meeting with him was any indicator—" Rias said. "Ah, well… I've submitted my report and it's far above our paygrade to start vexing about him. I ask that all of you stay focused on our main task here; ensuring peace in this small town."

As her Servants replied their understanding, the corner of the room lit up a brilliant crimson light — the intricate magical pentagram flared to life, and from within its shimmering light emerged a figure that embodied boundless (and perhaps too much) energy and charisma. Serafall Leviathan, the Azure Satan, stepped into the room with an air of playfulness, her vibrant presence immediately drawing the attention of everyone present.

Serafall's attire befitted her status as one of the Four Great Satans. Though often found wearing her glaringly pink set of outfit, her formal business attire was less harmful for the eyes and befitted her stature as one of the Four Great Satans. She wore a tailored, knee-length jacket in a rich shade of royal blue, adorned with intricate silver embroidery that hints at her high-ranking status, complete with the Leviathan crest. Her jacket was cinched at the waist with a slender belt, enhancing her hourglass figure. Beneath the jacket, she wears a crisp white blouse that adds a touch of classic sophistication.

Rias Gremory, the crimson-haired beauty and leader of the club, stood to formally welcome their esteemed guest. "Satan Leviathan, welcome to the Occult Research Club," Rias greeted with a graceful bow.

Serafall responded with an exuberant twirl, her long hair flowing like a cascade of color. "Oh, Rias, darling, you're far too formal! Call me Leviathan-sama, just like all the cool kids do!" Her tone was jovial, her words delivered with an infectious enthusiasm.

Rias couldn't help but smile wryly at the familiar quirkiness of Serafall's personality. "O-okay… I'll…keep that in mind, Leviathan-sama."

As Serafall's gaze swept across the room, she spotted Rias' Peerages, and her eyes lit up with excitement as she gave a theatrical gasp. "Why, if it isn't Hyoudou-kun!"

The guy in question immediately stiffened and straightened his standing posture. "O-Osu!"

"I've heard so much about you and your... shall we say, adventurous endeavors." She winked, her playful demeanor in full swing. "

Issei blushed furiously at the attention, finding himself at a momentary loss for words.

Rias couldn't help but laugh at the exchange, her amusement evident. "Leviathan-sama, allow me to introduce the members of the Occult Research Club," she said, gesturing to each of her companions.

"Ah! Akeno-chan!" Serafall, ever the showwoman, greeted each member with a unique flair. She curtsied extravagantly before Akeno, offered a dramatic bow to Koneko, and even attempted a comical dance move for Issei, earning herself a few awkward laughs and smiles in return.

Until Serafall glanced around, finding one specific devil that she couldn't seem to find whenever she visited this world of men. "...Say, where's Sona-tan?"

"Oh, erm… well…" Inwardly, Rias cursed at Sona. The Sitri heiress was anything but unreliable, but whenever it came down to holding a meeting with her sister, she'd give Rias a million reasons why it is a bad idea. "She's… preoccupied with her reports."

Serafall immediately wilted. "Eeeehhh…"

At that moment, a single question rang inside Issei's head; 'She's a Satan…? And Sona's sister…? Who could've thunked.'

"Are here alone—" before Rias could finish her sentence, the pentagram lit up again.

And from it revealed the only known dragon other than Ophis that could shapeshift as a humanoid figure.

"Ah! Tia-chan!" Serafall greeted the dragon enthusiastically.

"My name," and said dragon snarled with added emphasis. "Is Tiamat."

As Serafall's exuberant voice rang out with a high soprano lilt, her greeting carried an air of cheerfulness that danced through the air like a melodic breeze. The syllables flowed effortlessly, forming a playful and familiar cadence that reflected her outgoing nature.

In stark contrast, Tiamat's retort cut through the atmosphere like a blade of frost, her voice a symphony of depth and authority. Her contralto tones resonated with a chilling edge, imbued with the weight of ancient power and the menace of untamed danger.

Serafall pouted, muttering her thoughts aloud as she questioned whether this was a wise call to bring her here instead of Tanning, but as it was Ajuka himself that requested for Tiamat, and since Sirzechs always listened to that green-haired Mr. No Fun Allowed, not much Serafall could do other than mope and pout and trust that those two had thought this through.

Issei immediately darted his eyes at the new arrival; his mind alerting him of the imminent impressive chest that lied ahead, and he was not disappointed — although he almost immediately shrink when Tiamat noticed his stare, and gave him the coldest glare he'd ever felt that he felt frostbitten.

Tiamat's presence was an embodiment of regal power and icy allure, befitting her title as the Chaos Karma Dragon, the Queen of Dragons, the de facto leader of her dying race. Her hair, a stunning shade of icy blue, cascaded smoothly down her back, a striking contrast to her fair complexion. The ethereal hue of her hair resembled the frozen tendrils of a winter's frost, evoking a sense of cool elegance that matched the depth of her gaze.

Her eyes, framed by long, dark lashes, mirrored the frosty shades of her hair, a mesmerizing blend of icy blue. Her gaze possessed a piercing intensity that seemed to see through the veneer of existence.

Tiamat's attire was far from the traditional formalwear one might expect, a deliberate choice that mirrored her disdain for convention. She shunned dresses and regal gowns, preferring a practical yet commanding ensemble that suited her formidable nature.

Clad in fitted black trousers that accentuated her tall and imposing figure, a silver belt adorned with intricate draconic designs cinched her waist, a nod to her ancient lineage and the power she embodied. Her choice of attire extended to a long-sleeved, high-collared shirt in deep indigo, its fabric bearing subtle patterns that seemed to shift like the currents of the cosmos.

Rather than the expected elegant boots, Tiamat's feet were encased in sturdy, polished black combat boots. A grounded testament that she was always on the lookout and ready to jump into action.

Simply put, if Serafall's presence eased the newer devils, Tiamat's arrival had spiked their level of tension as they were made aware of the severity of the situation they were in that someone of her stature was brought here.

"Lady Tiamat," Rias then addressed with a curtsy, being one of the few that didn't dither from Tiamat's intimidating existence. "An honor."

"Lady Rias." Her gaze met Rias's, and while she acknowledged the gesture, her expression remained stoic as she hummed, uninterested in all forms of formalities that prolonged her stay.

"Sheesh— you're still so stuffy," Serafall sighed aloud.

"Please, have a seat," Rias urged, noting Tiamat's glare at Serafall wasn't something she should leave alone.

As she settled into her seat, Tiamat lifted one leg over the other and her fingers lightly drummed against her elbow, a subtle indication of her restlessness.

The environment of talk and diplomacy wasn't her natural habitat, yet she recognized the necessity of her presence in this realm. Her eyes flickered to Rias, a moment of understanding passing between them—an understanding that her role, as the representative of her race and for the sake of maintaining a semblance of camaraderie with the Devils, demanded her attendance.

Most importantly, Sirzechs's request to have her present due to Lucifer's emergence lingered deep in her thoughts.


Serafall's chipper attitude and her easygoing charm made it easier for the young devils to adapt to Tiamat's otherwise daunting presence. That jubilant atmosphere didn't last long, however, as Rias had received a call from the Lord Governor of the Grigori himself, signaling his arrival by the school gate.

Rias had Kiba to escort them, them being Azazel and of course, his attendant, Penemue. Despite her rising anxiety and nervousness to host these powerful beings, she understood that this was a great honor and perhaps a test of her capability as this town's Co-Overseer. As to why Sona wasn't present, it was because she had to present her weekly report to none other than Serafall Leviathan herself.

The Gremory heiress watched intently as the two faction leaders shook hands, studying their expression, trying to see if there was any tension between them despite their jovial attitude at greeting each other. She found none in the process. However.

However.

She noticed a visible spark between Tiamat and Penemue. They didn't shake hands. They didn't address each other. Just a brief glance before Penemue went on, standing at the ready behind the sofa whilst Akeno moved on to ready the tea. Contempt? No… More like mutual respect… acknowledgement of each other's powers.

Rias felt dismal as she was no longer considered as the most prominent person in her own clubroom.

As for the rest of her Servants, Rias had told them to leave the room and to 'stand guard and watch for any suspicious activities'. No school today, and this meeting was meant to be a low-key impromptu affair that only a select few individuals bore the knowledge of its existence. Of course Serafall had conjured a barrier that enveloped the entirety of the old school building to ensure no one could come or leave as they pleased, and security-wise, anyone beneath the level of Gods could only dream of breaking through the barrier.

And thus it began, with a singular clap from the Governor of the Grigori.

"Ah! Now where should we start?" Azazel said, his tone jovial. "Do I start by telling you how my pacifism isn't shared among my peers that they've started their own separatist faction, or the fact that the 'Archdevil' has finally roused from his dormant state and that his dear sister has Fallen? Whatever you choose, Lady Leviathan, I'll gladly elaborate."

"Actually I have a different idea," Serafall replied with the right elegance and poise for a Satan to exude, but still retained her happy-go-lucky air as she went on. "Recently we've gotten reports about something in the Vatican and even in Jerusalem… something related to the stolen Holy Swords. Say, maybe you've heard of something other than mere rumors about those repeated robberies? Does it have anything to do with your loose Cadre's snooping around this otherwise peaceful town?"

Rias shared a surprised glance with Akeno. First time they were made aware of this.

The focus of the discussion shifted from the personal to the tactical, as Serafall skillfully steered the conversation toward the pressing matters at hand. Azazel's sigh, tinged with an air of resignation, underscored the gravity of the situation. He leaned casually against the sofa, his arms spreading along the wooden ridge, a gesture that contrasted with the weight of his words.

"As a matter of fact and most unfortunately— I do," Azazel sighed as he leaned against the sofa, spreading his arms along the wooden ridge. "And not just mere Holy Swords— they're the fragmented Excaliburs. They had six in their hands, but now they only have three."

Her sleek black brows furrowing slightly as she remarked, "Can't even keep their relics safe, huh. What are those fools doing up there, I wonder..." Her voice held a light note of mockery, a reflection of her genuine doubts for the security of such powerful artifacts and her doubts about those in Heaven. They had been in rapid decline ever since Yahweh's demise.

"Mimic, Blessing and Destruction. Ruler hasn't been found since its creation while the rest are snatched away by, you guessed it, Kokabiel… that troublemaker… My last scout report said he's here with all of those swords carried by a stray exorcist. Descendant of a hero, no doubt— fruits of their experiments."

The Church's experiments weren't unheard of, but that wasn't what bothered the Azure Satan the most. Serafall furrowed her sleek black brows. "...What's he planning to do with those swords…? And why bring them all here? If he comes anywhere near Sona-tan, you know I will have to crush him, right?"

Penemue narrowed her eyes. The gall of this Satan— she might be a Satan, but that was no way to address the Governor.

Tiamat simply kept her silent, mostly uninterested yet focused on something else entirely.

"Ahahaha— I won't doubt that you will, Lady Leviathan… Though I only have guesses," Azazel admitted. "None of it is good. First, let's wonder as to why he picked this small town that isn't even this country's major cities? And why Japan? If he was stealing those swords to rub it in the Church's face, why do it in a country where its major faith isn't even Christian? Why even here instead of, let's say, Tokyo or Kyoto? What does this town have that those major spots don't?"

"The Overseers," Serafall quickly gathered.

"That's what I thought as well," Azazel jabbed the air with a finger to emphasize his point. "You have Rias and Sona watching over this town. Without any disrespect to Lady Gremory, other major cities may have more established devils as their Overseers, but none of them are directly related to the Satans and none of them have two. Even the Astaroth has ceded their territory because of that scandal with Diadora, eh? Or was it Diodora?"

"Diodora. Yep," Serafall confirmed, her lips curving into a wry smile. The Grigori's reputation for thorough information gathering was well-deserved, and this meeting was proving to be no exception. The flow of her thoughts was guided by the recognition of their faction's strengths—unburdened by the constraints that angels and devils faced, the Grigori held a unique vantage point in the world's affairs.

She could tell Azazel wasn't just spouting these things without reason, but to showcase Grigori's strength. Diodora's case was meant to be buried deep. They were lucky the Church didn't demand much compensation other than the complete secession of the devils' hold in all of Italy.

That being said… "So what're you gonna do with your rogue Cadre, Azzy-kun?"

Azazel jerked slightly at his new nickname.

"He's a fallen angel nonetheless. He'd gone rogue under your watch," Serafall started with a smile, a smile that gradually disappeared and was taken over by the very face that had instilled fear in the Old Satans' army. "We do not take the disruption of this town's peace and the killing of our Contractors lightly. I highly doubt the Church would be as tolerant."

Azazel should realize he had the weakest position here. No matter his strength, the Grigori, ex member or not, was the ones that caused the most trouble as of late. Serafall was aware of Penemue's distaste at her direct, confrontational redirection of the topic, but she was the Satan for a reason.

"Ah… that… yes, that… Hmm… well…"

As Serafall's demand for answers reverberated through the room, Tiamat's mind was occupied by her own thoughts. The weight of Lucifer's apparent return from his demise bore down on her, a reminder of the tangled history they shared. Memories of a thousand years ago surfaced in her mind, the echoes of a threat that had reverberated through the ages. Contrary to her epithet as the Chaos Karma Dragon — her primary task was to ensure the balance of order and chaos.

Lucifer had always been a harbinger of disruption, a force that tipped the scales far too drastically. She feared his involvement in the fall of Mount Olympus and his rumored alliance with Nyx was only the beginning.

But there was more to it than just fear. Beneath the surface of her trepidation, there lay a deep-seated anger, a resentment that had festered over time. The Fall of Mount Olympus — a realm of divine significance — stood as a testament to his blatant disregard for the balance she was sworn to uphold. It was a disruption of cosmic proportions, one that shattered the harmony she had vowed to protect.

"You see," Azazel nonetheless continued, his tone slightly casual despite the gravity of the situation. "I happen to have made a deal with this one guy that likes to make deals…"

"Lucifer…" The name rolled off Tiamat's tongue with a blend of disdain and recognition. She knew that name all too well, an embodiment of the force of darkness that had once threatened to engulf everything in chaos, and nearly succeeded at it.

And then, as if summoned by their very conversation, a voice cut through the room with a charisma that was both captivating and chilling.

"Yes?"

No rift was torn, no cosmic disturbances accompanied his arrival—Lucifer's materialization was as sudden as the First Light. He appeared within the room, his presence defying the conventions of the mortal realm. Without the need for any grand display, he simply willed himself to be where Azazel was, his form manifesting effortlessly.

Serafall's initial lighthearted demeanor shifted subtly, her usual playfulness giving way to a restrained tension. The surprise arrival of Lucifer seemed to cast a shadow over the room, catching not only Tiamat and Penemue's attention, but also drawing the focus of Rias and Akeno. Shock registered on their faces, a clear reflection of the unexpected nature of Lucifer's entrance.

The breach of Serafall's barrier, a defense that had stood as a testament to her power, was not lost on anyone. The fact that Lucifer had infiltrated her space with such ease was a terrifying reminder to the magnitude of his abilities, leaving the room filled with a rueful unspoken acknowledgement.

Tiamat's gaze shifted swiftly toward him, icy eyes narrowing as her body subtly tensed, prepared for whatever might unfold. At her side, Penemue's grip tightened on her Gae Bolg, a relic weapon poised and ready, a silent reminder of both ancient grudges and the impending confrontation.

"Ah! Loosh— so nice of you to pop by… and unexpected, as per usual…" The Lord Governor of the Grigori maintained his composure, offering a nonchalant greeting that betrayed none of the underlying tension. "We were just talking about you."

"I noticed."

"Uh huh… Speak of The Devil, eh…?" Serafall's words, layered with her characteristic whimsy, danced through the air.

Lucifer shrugged.

Lucifer's gaze, cool and piercing, swept over the clubroom, glazing over everyone before finally locking onto Azazel. "What's the point of giving me your number if you don't even bring your phone?"

Azazel, in a moment of mock realization, patted his pockets, finding them devoid of any device. "Huh? Did I? Must've dropped it."

In the midst of this exchange, the atmosphere remained charged, the history between Lucifer and Tiamat serving as an undercurrent of tension. The Chaos Karma Dragon's pupils contracted into slits as her mind whirled with a mixture of caution and readiness. Penemue, her gaze fixed on Lucifer, fought back the urge to unleash the buried thirst for vengeance that simmered just beneath the surface.

"Gremory." Lucifer nodded at Rias. "Pardon my unannounced arrival. I have business with this being" he referred to Azazel with a hint of annoyance, "I have news regarding my sister's and I'm sure you would like to hear that… Hence my arrival."

Rias, the crimson-haired heiress and current host of the Occult Research Club, found herself momentarily frozen by the convergence of powerful personalities in her own space. The presence of Serafall, Tiamat, Azazel, Penemue, all of whom carried terrifying monikers and now The Devil himself had created an environment that seemed to crackle with an energy that was both electrifying and unnerving.

"L-Lucifer, Sir..." Her response to Lucifer's acknowledgment was tinged with a palpable stiffness, an indication of the memories and emotions that their last encounter had stirred within her. Despite the audience, he still bid the time to regard her, knowing this was her domain — and this put her to shame. She had been awfully rude towards him during their first encounter.

With a subtle clearing of her throat, Rias rose from her seat and gestured towards the single armchair across from the coffee table. "Please. Have a seat…"

Lucifer nodded in acknowledgment, his movements unhurried as he unbuttoned his suit and settled into the designated chair at the head of the coffee table, unfazed by the many eyes and the animosity of several gazes.

Serafall couldn't help but let her curiosity and playfulness bubble forth, even in the face of the enigmatic figure before her. She extended a cheerful greeting, a bright smile gracing her lips. "Well, well, if it isn't Lucifer himself. How have you been?"

"Serafall." Lucifer's response was as polite as it was measured, regarding her with a subtle nod as he veered towards the crimson-haired heiress, currently in shock as so many powerful people were gathered in this one room of hers.

While Serafall appeared to embrace the exchange with genuine enthusiasm, the atmosphere within the room remained tense. Unspoken thoughts and concerns swirled like shadows beneath the surface, hidden beneath smiles and gestures. The assumption that Lucifer's politeness concealed ulterior motives was a sentiment that had taken root, a reflection of the deep-seated wariness that his reputation and actions had cultivated over time.

Despite her cheerful facade, Serafall's heart clenched with worry. This was Lucifer—the being who had once led the devils and held dominion over realms and hierarchies. The question that weighed heavily on her mind was whether his return was a harbinger of him seeking to reclaim the throne he had once abandoned. The prospect of such a shift in power ignited apprehension within her, an unease that cast a shadow over her typically buoyant spirit.

"Sooo…" Serafall flitted her melodious voice, attempting to lessen the tension. "...Where have you been the last… thousand years…?"

"Let's skip the idle chit chat, shall we…" Lucifer's voice carried a tone of measured directness, his piercing crimson eyes fixated on Serafall with an intensity that seemed to cut through the layers of her facade. "You're concerned that I swagger into your realm and lay claim to your world. And as for your theatrics," a subtle frown tugged at the corner of his lips, "they're not quite the symphony you might think they are."

Serafall's breath caught in her throat, her playful façade dissolving under Lucifer's unerring gaze and the resonance of his words. For all her showmanship and cheer, she found herself momentarily stripped of her usual composure. She had hoped to cloak her concerns behind playful banter, but it seemed Lucifer could read her like an open book.

"What, you don't think I'm cute?"

"Do you believe you are?" Lucifer's response to Serafall's jest was not one of amusement or playful banter. Instead, his silent gaze seemed to pierce through the superficial layers, delving deeper into her thoughts and concerns. It was as if he had no interest in the facade she presented but instead focused on the substance beneath.

Her lips parted slightly, searching for a response that eluded her. The realization that The Devil had laid bare her internal doubts and fears was a bitter pill to swallow. She felt exposed, vulnerable before a being who had seen the ebb and flow of time like few others. And for once in her life, faced with something that was beyond her control, Serafall felt doubt, steadily growing into fear and dread.

The belief that the current Four Great Satans exceeded the powers of the Old Satans was considered an established fact, a testament to their growth and development. Yet, in the presence of Lucifer, doubts gnawed at her confidence. If he could so effortlessly decipher her thoughts, it raised questions about the true extent of his abilities.

No use pretending against him, Serafall supposed. The façade she had carefully constructed was akin to trying to hold back a rising tide, and in the face of Lucifer's perceptiveness, it crumbled like sand slipping through her fingers. She could almost feel his scrutiny dissecting her thoughts, peeling away the layers of pretense. With a quiet resignation, she shifted into her rare, calmer demeanor, one that befitted her status as one of the Four Great Satans.

"You are…" she began, her voice tinged with a mixture of exasperation and a touch of admiration, "exactly as we have feared…" A heavy sigh escaped her lips, carrying with it the weight of concerns that had plagued her and her fellow Satans since the first whispers of his return. "You have no idea how much you have us all freaked out… worrying for nothing."

Lucifer's expression remained neutral, his gaze fixed on her as he processed her words. The politics and power plays of the Underworld and Hell as a whole held little interest for him. The shifting dynamics and apprehensions of the supernatural world held little sway over him now, and it showed in the detachment that colored his demeanor.

"You've… well you're evidently not dead…" Serafall continued, crossing her arms. "You chose to return after all this time, and you say you have no interest in claiming our realm. Then why? What brings you back now?"

Lucifer's response was concise, a nod of his head toward Azazel as he pinpointed the catalyst of his reappearance. The gesture prompted a collective shift in attention, all eyes converging on the Lord Governor of the Grigori. Tension pulsed in the air, an unspoken understanding that whatever business Lucifer had with Azazel must be significant enough to warrant his return. Among the gazes directed at Azazel, Penemue and Tiamat's were particularly laden with scrutiny, Penemue's in particular, seemed almost betrayed.

"Let's not be quick to point fingers and blame me here, even if I am partially to blame—" Azazel interjected, his tone attempting to diffuse the building tension. His words were met with a mix of expressions, ranging from skepticism to thinly veiled irritation. "Yes, I may have suggested to him to take a peek at the world outside of Erebus, but striking a deal with him has yet again had unforeseen consequences — that being the death of my, say, rogue agents. And aren't you here to inform us about dear Gabriel, Loosh? You're not the type to get sidetracked into a mindless conversation of the blame game."

Azazel's attempt to steer the conversation back on track was met with a range of responses. Serafall's brow furrowed with a mixture of concern and exasperation, while Rias shifted in her seat, her expression betraying a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. In the midst of the charged atmosphere, Lucifer's gaze remained steady, his crimson eyes fixated on Azazel with an unreadable intensity.

He could let this moment go on — but Lucifer had a fox in a rock he'd rather get out sooner than later.

"Right," Lucifer sighed. "Regarding Gabriel, I'm taking her under my wings — and with that, I'm announcing our deal is off, Zazel."

"...Well that's not helpful. Very unlike you to cancel a sealed favor."

Lucifer's response was succinct, a simple clarification of the terms of their arrangement. "The favor applies once I bring her to you, not before," he explained. The nature of their agreement had been specific, and Lucifer was nothing if not precise in his dealings.

Before the conversation could continue, Lucifer's attention shifted to Serafall, his gaze locking onto her. "Also," he addressed her directly, his tone firm but not unkind. "I'm bringing her as well as my secretary into this room."

Not waiting for her response, Lucifer's words were followed by an action that left everyone momentarily stunned. With a mere thought and a gesture of his hand, he tore open a rift in reality itself. Through the tear in space and time emerged two figures.

Gabriel's transformation from an Archangel to a Fallen Archangel was evident in the stark contrast of her appearance. Her once pristine white wings had turned jet black carrying a bluish sheen, signifying her fall from grace. Her golden hair cascaded in waves down her back, framing her face with an ethereal glow. Her eyes, a stunning shade of icy blue, held a depth of emotion that belied her new status.

Following Gabriel was Rossweisse, dressed in her sleek lilac business suit, her har unusually tied in a bun — result of Tamamo's tampering a few hours back, boosting her elegance. Add in a pair of glasses and she'd be the perfect image of a charming secretary—as long as no one mentioned her barren love life.

The exchange of greetings was brief, an acknowledgment laced with veiled distaste.

Serafall's eyes danced with a mix of curiosity and mischief as she regarded Gabriel's new form. Unable to contain her playful nature, Serafall couldn't resist a comment, "Black suits you, Lady Gabriel."

Her 'playful' comment was met with a solemn silence from Gabriel, her wintry gaze hinting at a mixture of resignation and defiance.

"I never thought I'd live to witness the falling of a seraph," Serafall added. "No offense, Azaze, but you fell way before I was born."

Azazel rolled his eyes. "Yes, yes, go on and call me ancient. We're all ancient here. For someone who's lived more than a couple of centuries, I'd have thought you'd grow to have better humor, Serafall."

"I'm eternally 17," Serafall petulantly declared. "I have no idea what you're saying."

"I am truly sorry for what has transpired, Lady Gabriel," Penemue spoke with a sincerity that cut through the lingering tension. "Please do not carry the weight of shame alone. We understand that it was this serpent," her gaze flickered to Lucifer, "that played a part in your fall."

"And it is the same snake that tamed her when we were losing our heads—" Azazel interrupted. "Must you always try to pick a fight with Lucifer, Penny? Calm your knickers."

"His rebellion has killed billions," Penemue seethed. "There's so few of us left because of him."

"Want me to finish the job?" his words laced with an eerie calmness. The room fell into an oppressive silence as the weight of his casual threat settled in.

Rossweisse, who had been observing the interactions with a watchful eye, remained quiet. With all those times Lucifer made 'jokes' with Odin's Huscarls? Yeah. This valkyrie-turned-secretary had seen this one coming miles away.

Amidst the charged atmosphere, Gabriel's voice broke through, a weary acknowledgment of her brother's dark sense of humor. "Your humor is as disconcerting as ever, brother," she murmured, her gaze still clouded with the weight of her recent fall from grace.

"You think I'm joking?" he inquired, his crimson eyes unwavering as they swept across the room. His tone held an unsettling calmness, devoid of any humor or warmth.

But then, with a subtle shift in his demeanor, Lucifer's lips curved into a sardonic smile. "Well, you assumed correctly. Well done."

Rossweisse rolled her eyes internally. She'd seen some bizarre stuff in her time, working with gods and all, and this gathering was just another day at the office. Different faces, same old supernatural drama. As she watched the powerful beings and a freaking dragon in the room, she couldn't help but feel a bit jaded. The world she lived in was far from ordinary, where gods, demons, and dragons were all part of the package deal. Cosmic events and otherworldly shenanigans were just par for the course.

"Well" Serafall restarted the talk, regaining her composure as she shifted back the focus to Gabriel and her recent outrage. "You've caused a lot of trouble for the Devils, Lady Gabriel. Apology seems like the bare minimum, don't you think? Perhaps something more fitting for the lives you've taken?"

"I apologize," Gabriel said, her voice laced with an undercurrent of regret. Her gaze met Serafall's for a brief moment before shifting to Azazel. "...I don't deserve forgiveness, nor do I deserve a second chance. I can only promise that what happened won't happen again."

Serafall's lips curled into a wry smile, a mixture of amusement and disdain. "Well, what a bore," she remarked, her tone tinged with a hint of disappointment. "I thought you'd put up more of a fight."

"I have no excuse." She paused, her gaze shifting downward as she wrestled with the emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. "In despair I have lost myself, forsaking the very principles I once held dear."

"An apology won't bring back the lives you've taken, Lady Gabriel. Devils hold their Contracts precious, and you took them from us." Her words were intended to challenge Gabriel, to see if the fallen Seraph would rise to the bait.

However, Azazel maintained his silence, understanding the delicate balance between brother and sister.

Gabriel couldn't respond. She found it difficult to maintain her composure under the weight of Serafall's words. As they were true. The guilt weighed heavily on her shoulders and the memory of her actions gnawed at her conscience.

"I've taken her under my wings—since apparently her own wings can't lift her off the ground of self-pity,." Lucifer firmly stated then, his crimson eyes sweeping over the room in an unspoken threat. "Anyone seeking to demand her punishment will have to contend with me first."

The room seemed to bristle with restrained tension as Lucifer's words hung in the air. His declaration made it clear that he was fully prepared to protect his fallen sister, and his presence alone was enough to discourage any further provocations.

Regardless, Serafall held her ground. Rias and Akeno were present. As their Satan, she couldn't afford being pathetic—even if it was against The Devil himself.

"Then what do you propose, Mr. Lucifer?"

"Her debts to be erased in exchange for your Realm," he stated, shifting his eyes over to Azazel. "And yours. I won't invade it."

Serafall, her cheeks marred by the faintest hint of frustration, couldn't help but chew on the insides of her cheek as she contemplated his words. She knew that Lucifer was a master of subtle manipulation and always had a hidden agenda. His proposition raised more questions than answers, and deciphering his true intentions proved to be an arduous task.

Azazel, the ever-casual Grigori leader, chuckled in response to Lucifer's veiled threat. "We all know our Realms don't mean anything to you, Lucifer."

Lucifer's crimson gaze flickered with an unsettling blend of amusement. "Maybe not," he admitted, his voice tinged with an air of unpredictability. "But it means everthing to you."

"...Alright," Azazel muttered. Perhaps being familiar with Lucifer right now was not the right moment. "I get the idea. I'll take it."

"You'll wage a war for your Sister?" Penemue seethed, her words clad with reproach as she chuckled mockingly at him. "Have you gone mad?"

"I ignited the Great War just to kill someone I hate," Lucifer reminded, his tone eerily calm as his eyes bore deep into her eyes. "What do you think I'm willing to do for those I love?"

As Lucifer's declaration hung in the air, a heavy weight pressing down on the room, Gabrielfelt a surge of emotions swelling within her, an overwhelming blend of gratitude, sadness, and guilt. The brother she had loved and adored in Heaven, the one who had stood by her side through countless ages, was still the same even after all these years.

She had doubted herself, questioned her worthiness, and yet here he stood, unwavering in his love and loyalty. That explained why she felt no malice in him when they met in Heaven.

Her body trembled as she felt Rossweisse's reassuring hand on her shoulder, and if it wasn't for that, perhaps Gabriel would've started crying entirely.

"Fair enough." Serafall finally conceded, her voice holding a note of resignation. If a few dead men would ensure the Underworld wouldn't have to worry about Lucifer, then their death would not be in vain. In fact, she considered the value gained from this encounter to outweigh the losses. His assurance that he wouldn't lay claim to it brought a measure of relief. Besides… She got Sona. She knew she'd do the same for her. Sirzechs would do the same in a heartbeat as well.

"This is insane!" Penemue, however, refused to yield from threats. Her anger blazed more as Lucifer smirked. Wrath had always been her worst vice. "He's just a single entity—everyone can band against him! Why are we letting him do as he pleases?"

Lucifer, unfazed by her words, tired of this needless animosity — decided to fix it this very moment, by tearing a rift between this Realm and his.

The rift split the ceiling, and the clubroom was immediately filled with screams of the damned, creating a cacophony of anguish that served as an unending backdrop to this infernal nightmare. Souls were torn asunder, bodies twisted and mangled, and every form of torment imaginable was inflicted upon the hapless sinners who writhed in agony.

It was a nightmarish landscape, a testament to his dominion over the damned. Rivers of molten fire seared through an obsidian terrain, and the sky was a sickly crimson hue, perpetually trapped in twilight. Jagged spires of obsidian jutted from the ground, etched with malevolent runes that pulsed with dark energy.

Rivers of molten fire wound through a jagged, obsidian terrain that stretched endlessly into the horizon. The sky above was a sickly crimson hue, trapped in an eternal twilight. Jagged spires of obsidian jutted from the ground, their surfaces etched with cruel runes that pulsed with malevolent energy.

Amidst this desolation, Lucifer's Infernal Legion moved with eerie efficiency. Billions of demons, each more grotesque and nightmarish than the last, scuttled and slithered through this hellish landscape with an air of predatory hunger. Their eyes, hollow voids of malevolence, gleamed with an insatiable thirst for the suffering of others.

It was a realm disgustingly rich with hope and dreams, where despair was the currency, and suffering was the commodity. The assembled onlookers couldn't help but shudder at the sheer malevolence on display, a grim acknowledgment that despite the fact that he was a king without any tangible kingdom, an immense power was in his command.

As the nightmarish rift revealed Lucifer's infernal realm, three distinct yet identical figures emerged from the seemingly unstable corners of the rift, peering down into the clubroom and its stunned residents. The Cerberus(es), the Triple Demon, a trio of demon girls whose presence radiated an unsettling mix of enthusiasm and sadistic curiosity. With their pale skin, crimson irises, and silvery-white hair cascading down their backs, and black and red semi-formal outfit. Three pairs of white canine ears adorned the tops of their heads, while their wide, rounded eyes shimmered with an unsettling gleam. Each one possessed a playful grin, showcasing small fangs that hinted at their true nature.

"Boss!" they chimed, their tones unsettlingly synchronized. Each one of them contributed to the eerie exchange.

"Is it time for Armageddon? Is it ripe for harvest?" inquired one of the triplets, her voice carrying an air of anticipation.

"We are itching to use Mastersmith Hephy's new tools and instruments of death!" added the middle one, her words laced with an unsettling eagerness. "They are quite adept at gouging intestines, amongst other things."

"To bring torment and destruction to THESE SINNERS THAT DESERVE IT OH SO VERY MUCH~!" declared the last, her enthusiasm unbridled.

Lucifer, his demeanor unchanging, responded with a simple, "No." He closed the rift as the Cerberuses whined in disappointment, their eager expressions giving way to pouts. The rift sealed shut, leaving the room in tense silence once more.

His crimson gaze swept across the room once more, assessing the reactions of those gathered. He didn't come here seeking conflict or chaos, but to ensure Gabriel could roam about freely without having to worry about assassins or hunters sent by either of these message was clear: anyone who dared to threaten Gabriel meant they had doomed everyone in this Universe. He didn't need a Trihexa to bring ruin. He simply didn't have a reason to, and The Devil was far from wasteful.

Serafall and Azazel, although doing their best to maintain composure, were both dreadful toward The Devil and his Infernal Legion. It was the first time they fully comprehended the extent of the legion's numbers, and the fact that they were never completely wiped out—simply grew. This world, abundant with sinners, had given rise to a legion that eclipsed the combined forces of the Three Major Factions.

Rias and Akeno, usually composed and confident, were rendered stunned by the revelation. They had considered the Underworld to be a formidable force, but now, they realized that there were greater threats out there, perhaps even beyond their ability to match.

Penemue, who had initially confronted Lucifer with anger, was now horrified and stunned. Her rage had been washed away by a deep sense of despair. The magnitude of the power Lucifer wielded and the sheer number of demons under his command left her feeling helpless and overwhelmed.

Tiamat, despite her initial horror at the glimpse of Lucifer's infernal realm, now understood how Nyx had taken over Mount Olympus if she had made a deal with The Devil. His ungodly legion, as terrifying as it was, provided him with the means to conquer even the domain of gods. An unnerving revelation indeed, but a revelation nonetheless.

Gabriel and Rossweisse, having seen the terror of Lucifer's realm, could only sigh in response. Gabriel's emotions were conflicted, for she knew that it was within those infernal depths that Lucifer had once kept her Father, torturing Him for His sins.

Rossweisse, on the other hand, felt a sense of relief. She knew that Lucifer wouldn't unleash his infernal legion on Asgard, thanks to Odin's good relations with The Devil. She only hoped that Thor could maintain that friendship with Lucifer, ensuring that Asgard remained free from the horrors of his legion.

Lucifer's calm voice broke the lingering silence. "Well," he began as he stood up and rebuttoned his suit."Is that all? If it is, then I'll be taking my leave."

"No, that is not all," But Tiamat wasn't quite ready to let him off the hook. "Mount Olympus is under Nyx's order now. Did you play a part in it?"

Lucifer didn't hesitate to admit his involvement. "For the most part, yes," he replied with a certain nonchalance.

"Then as the Chaos Karma Dragon, protector of the delicate Order of this world, I demand to know the reason why you tilted the scale,"

"I never give a damn about Chaos and Order, I'll be perfectly honest. I just don't have yet a reason to do something that would disrupt it as an afterthought."

Tiamat's glower deepened as she pressed for answers. "...Then for what insensible reason did you threaten this balance?"

"I have a fox in a rock," he stated with a cryptic smile, offering no explanation, leaving everyone in the room stupefied, except for those who understood the reference. Before anyone could inquire further or object, he bid his farewell. "If you will excuse me— I have another dragon to meet."

Lucifer's departure was as enigmatic as his arrival. He summoned a swirling portal that defied the laws of time, space, and physics. It emitted an ominous radiance that filled the room with an eerie glow. With a nod towards Rias, acknowledging her status as the host, The Devil then walked towards the portal, his followers—Gabriel and Rossweisse—following suit.

Before stepping into the rift, both Gabriel and Rossweisse politely bowed, a sign of respect for those they were leaving behind. They exchanged a glance, their expressions a mix of curiosity and uncertainty, but they knew better than to ask Lucifer about his destination. He had a tendency to respond with cryptic hints and riddles, and it was often best not to pry too deeply into his plans, elsewise they'd hurt their brains.


As Lucifer and his companions disappeared through the portal, the clubroom was left in an eerie silence. The tension that had filled the air began to dissipate, but it didn't vanish entirely. Serafall, the cheerful Devil who was supposed to lead this meeting couldn't help but release a shaky breath. She had been uncharacteristically tense throughout the entire encounter, and it had taken a toll on her usually playful demeanor.

Azazel, the Lord Governor of the Grigori, leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed. His gaze shifted from the now-closed portal to Serafall, and he offered her a wry smile. "Well, that was quite the visit, wasn't it?"

"...R-Right…" Serafall sighed, deflating, Somehow she felt exhausted despite casting no magic whatsoever. Apart from the barrier that had been proven to be ineffective against Lucifer, that is. "...Are you alright, Rias? Akeno?"

"Y-yeah…" Rias muttered. "We're just… shaken, is all… Thank you for asking."

"Some experience huh?" Azazel chuckled.

Azazel's casual demeanor seemed almost out of place given the circumstances, but it did manage to draw a faint smile from Serafall. "Leave it to you to stay cool, huh, Governor."

To which, he simply shrugged. "Someone had to do it…" If there was a silver lining to be drawn from Lucifer's surprise appearance, it was that he now shared a common ground with Serafall and hopefully the devils' Underworld. Their relations had progressed quicker than any meetings he could hope for.

Penemue, on the other hand, appeared deeply troubled by the revelation of Lucifer's Infernal Legion. When she finally spoke, her voice trembled with residual anger that somehow stayed despite the wave of dread. "His Legion… What should we do about it, Lord Governor?"

"Nothing," Azazel simply stated. "Luckily he's not a megalomaniac that will sic his dogs on random. As long as we don't rile him, we won't have to fear him."

"...So we'll just leave him be then…?" Penemue wistfully said. "To let him do as he pleases?"

"I'm afraid that is the reality pill we all have to swallow, Penny my dear," Azazel sighed.

"Tiamat continued to glare at the spot where the portal had been. Her thoughts raced as she considered Lucifer's cryptic words about a 'fox in a rock.' She turned to Azazel with a questioning look as she repeated the phrase. "Do you have any idea what he meant by that, Governor?"

"Hm? The fox in a rock part?"

Tiamat nodded.

Azazel scratched his goatee, deep in thought. "Well… Honestly I'm as in the dark as you are, Lady Tiamat. He has always had a penchant of keeping his true intentions hidden."

"Is it related to a dragon? And what dragon is he seeking?" She muttered her thoughts aloud, her gaze distant. "Whatever reason he has, it can't be anything good. I must address this issue with my dragons. If they are to meet The Devil, they must report to me posthaste."

"You should really tell Ajuka, y'know. It's not a matter of pride or secrecy here, but no one knows what his goals are other than him and maybe his companions. It's best that we share whatever information we get regarding him."

"That I will," Tiamat nodded. "...I need to leave and see my people."

And thus Tiamat left without sparing so much as a goodbye as she walked over to the pentagram, and teleported away to the Dragon Isles. Her departure left yet another uneasy silence in her wake.

"Perhaps… this is just a guess but, maybe Ddraig? The Dragon Emperor currently in my Pawn's possession?"

"Well why did he leave then?" Azazel pointed out. Your guy is in the same building, no?"

"Y-yes…" Rias muttered. "...Then… What about The Olympus…? He admitted his part in it. Why would he involve himself in such matters?"

"What about it?" Azazel shrugged. "It's a Pantheon. A fallen Pantheon now, but if someone wants to do something about it then it has to be the gods and goddesses and deities. The gods drew a clear line for all us three—our Factions, I mean—and they're not the type to go back on their words. Maybe they're forming a plan. Maybe they have no plan at all. If they've been quiet for this long, then…"

"They don't want to intervene and have good reasons for it," Serafall ended with a deflating sigh. "...Ughh… I just met him once and already I have this massive headache."

"Hah! Imagine being in my shoes, Lady Leviathan."

"I hate this," Serafall grumbled. "This sucks. I'm going to pick a fight with those damn Brigades—"

"Ah, that reminds me—" Azazel perked up. "I was going to bring up that topic."

Serafall, though clearly not in the mood for further discussions at the moment, raised an eyebrow. "Well, save it for later because I am livid!"

As Serafall stormed off towards the pentagram, her mood was far from jovial. The encounter with Lucifer had left her deeply unsettled, and her frustrations only seemed to grow. Azazel watched her departure with a hint of amusement and a knowing smile.

"So does this mean you'll agree on the alliance?" Azazel asked, raising the topic once more.

Serafall, still clearly in no mood for further discussions, shot him a pointed look. "I'll bring it up to Zechs," she replied, her tone indicating that this was a matter she needed to discuss with her superior. "And then us four will bring it to the Great King—he'll know what to do. See you later, Old Man, and you too, Penny-chan~ bye Ria-tan and Akeno-chan~ Tata for now! Serafall, signing off~"

As her form seemed to blur and shimmer, a dazzling burst of cerulean light enveloped her, obscuring her from view. Then, in the blink of an eye, she vanished from the clubroom, leaving behind only the fading echoes of her cheerful laughter.

Penemue physically shuddered at such joviality. 'Penny' was not a nickname she was fond of but hearing it from the cheerful Satan sent shivers down her spine.


Break


Rossweisse stepped out the portal and found herself arriving at an imposing castle. Its dark and foreboding presence dominated the desolate landscape, its massive obsidian walls towering high into the crimson sky, lined with intricate carvings of satanic symbols etched into the stones. Crumbled jagged spires and destroyed cannons adorned the castle's exterior, casting eerie shadows over the surrounding terrain.

The very ground beneath it appeared scorched and desecrated. Ashen dirt. Felt like hardened bones rather than solid ground.

And empty.

Gabriel was quiet with a million thoughts in her head, whereas Rossweisse couldn't help but glance around nervously, her lilac business suit a stark contrast to the gloomy atmosphere of the castle yard.

"So... where are we?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of unease.

"Castle Black," Lucifer replied, his crimson eyes focused on the massive entrance ahead.

"...Yeah, I thought so," Rossweisse muttered, feeling out of her element and completely unaware of the castle's significance. She only knew they were in Hell; the traces of magic here were as desolate as the wasteland surrounding them. That, and the imitation sun's glow didn't really reach this part.

She did not like this place one bit. It felt like the souls of the dead were going to crawl out the ground and shamble at them, and Lucifer was going to make her and Gabriel fight those things all on her own because they weren't worth his time.

Why were they here again?

"What are we doing here in this 'Castle Black'? What dragon are you seeing?"

A lone figure emerged from the depth of the ruined castle, her dark dress billowing behind her as she stepped out her temporary shelter with a pale face devoid of emotions.

As jaded obsidian black eyes met his smoldering crimson red, Lucifer's response was succinct.

"I... found you," so spoke the Ouroboros Dragon in an eerily tranquil voice.

.

.

At her potentially cryptic reply, Rossweisse couldn't help but feel a surge of disbelief. 'Excuse me? He got to you first. If anything, he found you. Why am I even getting upset about this…'


To be continued…


Lucifer's so chill man. he doesn't have to try hard to be intimidating. he got his demon dogs to do it for him

Next chapter is going to be INSANE.

No spoilers tho. But i'll tell you there'll be more Yasaka fluffing in the next chap for sure. Fr fr. Gabster and Rossie will have more pronounced roles too rather than simply being Lucifer's silent hypemen. It can't be helped, alright. This chapter is his chapter,

This won't be the last time Serafall interacts with Lucifer. Zechs and waif will meet him too. Soon™. Will he remember the Lucifuges? Well, he will. But will he care? Well. probably not.

And of course, there's still good ole Mikey... Mikey, Mikey, Mikey. I have so much plan for you, Michael

That Tamamo scene in the beginning is just to showcase the peaceful life of the Old Kyoto, contrast to the real shit happening outside their tiny world

I don't have any good faceclaims for Tiamat other than Esdeath for the moment, so I'm just sorta winging it with my imagination when describing her looks. She's got blue hair, she's pretty tall, she's hot, great racks, and that's it.

There's Fate's Tiamat but she looks too… passive if you know what i mean. Just lack the scary factor. You should be intimidated by Tiamat, not want to pet her and tell her she's been a good mom before asking to sleep on her thighs

Will Lucifer really get off scot-free from his little powerplay in Olympus? Well, of course not. Other forces are in cahoots, and they're not the type to name themselves something lame like Khaos Brigade or Alliance of Hell

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