Replies,
Danzy: Oh good, I'm glad! For a moment I was starting to fear this wasn't edgy enough...wait, you cut just your fingers? Fuck, we need to be even edgier then! Quick! To the edge machine.
Madfrog: Interesting idea, the problem being that Issei actual is thoroughly dead, his soul digested and part of Yami. Technically though? Sure, he could do something like that but it wouldn't be possible for some time yet. He'd have to improve his sealing art skills quite a bit, somehow make an actual female body for fem-Issei and scavenge enough leftover soul bits from within himself to form a soul for his 'sister'.
In other words, probably more effort than its worth, for now at least. But in the future? Eh, who knows.
Anon Reviewer: Neat! I finally get the chance to use this!
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Xerzo: Lol. Lmao even. A wall of text just to say the story isn't to your tastes. Buddy here's some advice to help you in the future and don't worry, this one's on the house. If the store sign says Mcdonalds you go in and it sells big mac...Then the fact that you don't like cheap ass plastic food...Well that's on you and not on the store selling what it advertised. What did you expect going in? Hmm, but then again, judging by all that whining...
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Neat! Now we are cooking!
"That sounds…" Rias trailed off.
"Bad."
Akeno rolled her eyes.
"Yes. Eloquently put, Kiba-kun."
The blonde had the good grace to blush and further sink into his sofa, scratching at his cheek.
"Err…"
"Enough. We're all family here," Rias said. Putting her metaphorical foot down as she met the eyes of each member of her family, once again gathered under the aegis of the occult club building. "Teasing and heckling one another will get us nowhere."
"Apologies, Rias."
"Sorry, Butchou!"
She waved her arm, shaking her head and looked at the silent and slightly trembling Koneko and Rias rose from her seat, curving around the small table, kneeling in front of her young peerage member and taking the white-haired girl's soft palm in her hand.
"I know this is tough for you, Koneko-chan, but, if you could…" she rubbed soothing circles in the young beauty's palm.
And Koneko met her eyes, giving her a determined nod.
"I-its ok, Butchou," the girl whispered, making Rias smile. "It…it is as Akeno-senpai said. Pervert-senpai's aura changed once more and given what she described…" the girl took a shuddering breath, closing her eyes and clearly fighting the urge to hug herself.
"Koneko-chan—"
"I'm…I'm ok, Butchou," the girl whispered. "B-but yes. Even if I'm not quite as versed in that? What Pervert-senpai seems to be going through is not unheard off."
"Meaning?"
"Whether due to some freak accident, a one in a million chance or for whatever reason in general? Unlocking and using his chakra, and probably senjutsu as well, seems to have split his personality in two. One half containing his good qualities, while the other…"
"Oh my~!"
Glancing at her Queen over her shoulder, Rias felt little surprise over the fact that a wide deviant smile could be found on Akeno's face. Or that the girl licked her lips. "You mean to tell me that this 'dark Issei', this Yami, is full of nothing but deviant thoughts and…Ufufufu~!"
Out of the corner of her eye, Rias caught Kiba-kun wincing and trying to scoot his sofa further away from Rias' Queen.
"Akeno…not the time," she said.
"Ufufufu~"
"Still, even if that's the case, what about the…manifestation of another Issei?"
Koneko gazed at the carpet lining the floor. "That too is not unheard off. Although the fact that Pervert-senpai is that talented with C—chakra…enough to create clone bodies? Very much is."
A frustrated sigh escaped Rias' lips. "Great." and Koneko seemed to wilt, forcing her to plaster on a quick smile, and with her free hand tussle the girl's short white hair. "Fear not, I'm not mad at you, Koneko-chan. Thank you for your help, you are a very brave girl!"
The white-haired girl let out an adorable purr and leaned into her palm, making Rias smile turn genuine before she stood up, and joined Koneko on the couch, hoisting the girl up and onto her thighs, continuing to pamper her precious family member even as she met Akeno's and Kiba-kun's eyes.
"I think we need to share our suspicions with Sona…
Moving away from her perch upon the window, jumping down and walking off, the tiny black cat quickly shifted into a gorgeous, black-haired, golden eyed beauty clad in a very revealing kimono. Her eyes and facial structure eerily similar to that of a certain white-haired girl within the building and its occupants she'd been spying upon for the last couple minutes.
Kuroka felt conflicted.
For one, Koneko, her Master and the rest of her sister's peerage? To Kuroka they seemed akin to tiny little kittens taking their first steps out into the wider world, and by their actions so far she couldn't help but feel pride in both her sister, and by extension, her new family.
But then again…
Speeding out of the school and onto the packed streets outside, a small application of illusions coupled with a touch of sage chakra made it so Kuroka remained unseen by anyone she did not wish to find her.
And yet…
"Such vile chakra…Vali…Vali will have to hear this," she muttered with a shudder as she made her way towards the outskirts of the city with superhuman strides.
Kuroka had thought about attacking the monster in human skin, and yet. And yet, her instincts, the instincts that had led her to save her and Koneko's life so long ago, and who'd saved her tuna so many times since…
They all but screamed at her that it would be a bad idea to attack the pervert.
And when, she caught sight of a red gauntlet on the boy's arm…
A lot of things fell into place.
Vali definitely needs to hear of this. But the thought of leaving her poor innocent sister and her little kitten teammates alone against such a monster…Stay strong, Koneko. Stay safe…
Inside Raynare love and hate danced. The first having originated from an outside source to begin with but by now. The feeling just as real and equal to the second.
"Goddamn this is boring. Are we there yet, semen receptacle?"
At the sound of his voice, she couldn't help but scowl, and smile like a lovestruck maiden, and want to punch him, followed by snogging him and—
"We are almost there, my lord, please, I implore you to be patient," she said, and as they neared the barrier, the traffic of unwashed plebs around the sidewalk and the street in general thinned.
The weaklings no doubt being able to sense, on some nigh unconscious level the magical ward and the presence of their betters, like her lord and herself, and steering right clear off it. And even though she never bothered to specialize in magical sensing, she felt pretty certain that even most wildlife knew better than to remain inside the barrier, like a few owls perched on a nearby tree, shivering and gazing with what seemed to Raynare to be apprehension in the direction of the barrier.
Yes! Just a few more steps, and then, and then…
And then what?
"Argkh!"
What felt like a spike of agony seemed to drive itself, burning tip first through her temple, and she paused. Clutching her head.
"Semen…Raynare. Are you ok?" her lord—the bastard asked. The bastard that had made her wait even now as they neared the end. Going to get dinner and do other things before at last deigning to follow her out for tonight's event. The concern in his voice as he closed the distance, coming to a stop behind her and putting his hand on her shoulder in support...she didn't know how to feel, how to respond!
Now you care, you bastard? I hate you…I love you…
"Y-yes! I merely overdid it in the morning. L-let's continue, please?"
"Oh well, if you're sure…" the man said, and she could feel him shrugging before he let go and took the lead.
And Raynare bit her lip.
Am I…Am I doing the right thing? Perhaps…perhaps I've been to hasty and—
"Hot damn. I can't wait to get back home and plow your sweet tits off and have you toss my mom's salad, semen receptacle," her master said, grin in his voice as he crossed his arms behind his head. Walking ahead in a carefree manner.
Her lips thinned. Yes. I am doing the right thing.
They emerged into a terrace, seemingly empty of people and animals and the moon shone bright above them while the doors and windows of the surrounding houses remained dark.
"Ok. I take it this is where we are going to train?" her lord asked, coming to a stop near the middle and turning to face her, lowering his sunglasses, his red eyes glinting as the tomoe within them spun in a lazy manner. "Weird place, but, whatever floats your boat I guess."
She smiled and stopped.
"Raynare?"
"Fufufu…"
"Err, are you ok?"
She threw her head back and laughed.
"Goddamn. Don't tell me you've gone cuckoo for cocoa puffs already."
Getting her chuckles under control, even if her shoulders still shook some, she flashed a sensual smile in her master—bastard—Lord's direction.
"Ah~ No, you misunderstand, master."
At least for a few minutes longer.
"Come again?"
"Oh with pleasure, but you, I'm afraid…"
The man crossed his arms and looked at her with furrowed brows.
"Ok, now I am concerned."
You should be!
"Are you ok, semen receptacle? Is…Oh fuck!" the man's eyes widened and she felt relish in her bones and heart as he uncrossed his arms.. The kind of joy she hadn't felt for centuries.
Now. Now he's about to realize his folly and despair will soon follow and—
"Don't tell me."
Yes!
"It's that time of the month, isn't it?" Yami asked, slapping a fist onto an open palm and nodding.
Raynare stilled, her jaw flying open.
"Fuck. I'm afraid I can't help you there, for you are both a woman, and thus a bitch by default, as well as a fallen angel on top of that. So…Well, mom will be able to help you and tell you all about the birds and the bees…I think. But if you were still hoping to become a bride or something, well…"
"I'm older than your entire family tree you protozoan!" she roared, her eyes opening wide and a vein on her temple throbbing.
"Sheesh. And now the pms starts. At this rate I won't get any training done today."
That does it.
"You are right, my master."
"Nani?"
"You won't be getting any training tonight. Or ever again. For you'll be dead! Freed! Kill him!"
"Yahoo!"
At the excited shout, her beloved hated master spun behind him with surprise.
"What?!"
Barely managing to react in time to the appearance of the degenerate excommunicated exorcist.
The white-haired man leaping from behind the dumpster serving as his hiding spot, igniting a light sword and attempting to skewer Yami, the man for his part, managing to swerve to the side, and then hastily duck underneath Freed's grinning horizontal swing, avoiding the slice that would have cut him in two and displaying remarkable speed and flexibility as he did.
As expected of my lord! The unconscious proud smile slipped of her face as she shook her head with horror. "N-no! Fuck you!" she shouted, and at being ignored by both combatants in front of her, the priest busy trying to cut her lord and her lord fighting to remain amongst the living, Raynare growled and, throwing her trembling arm to the side, managed to manifest a lightspear…if a short lived one.
"Gkh!"
For, as she tumbled to her knees, clutching her throbbing head, the spear vanished.
Bastard… it would seem enough of his control remained in place still to stop her from intervening. Not that it mattered.
"Heh…" for Freed didn't seem to be in any need of her help.
Busy playing with his food as he was.
"Mmh~! For a heretic, you move pretty good~!" the degenerate said, lazily swiping at Yami, and as her lord dodged, Freed threw a punch, and then a kick. And alternating his moves, adding more and more thin cuts to her master's body alongside lining Yami's body with bruises, courtesy of the cqc, Raynare felt joy.
"How does it feel~?" she purred, her visage a mask of hate. Pupils wide, lips stretched into a smile wide enough to hurt as Yami desperately tried to avoid, block, and from time to time, land one of his blows back at Freed.
The later busy toying with her lord as they danced around the terrace, ignoring the odd punch and kick slipping past his guard here and there.
"How does it feel to know your death is close at hand, my lord?" she asked, rising to her feet once more, content to observe.
Yami, as expected, was too busy fighting, and soon too busy dying to offer a rebuttal. And Freed? Freed knew better than to answer.
"Yeeees. Despair for me, cry, beg, and maybe…maybe I will deign to keep you alive as my pet. Ufufufu~!" she laughed for a few seconds before stopping.
"Tsk."
Much as she would never admit it, the fact that Yami didn't break and plead, did hamper her enjoyment quite a bit. And no, his grunts and hisses of pain as the light blade drew thin hissing lines on his skin wasn't the same.
She let out an irritated sigh.
"Freed. Stop playing with your food and finish this."
"What…what do you think I'm doing, my lady?" the man managed to grunt, before Yami blocked and diverted a punch to the side, replying with a hook of his own, sending the exorcist spinning a few steps back.
"What…" she stared with wide eyes and then, as Freed rubbed a thin steak of blood from his chin, spitting a blood stained globule to the side and appraising Yami with interest, she felt trepidation grow in her heart.
"Eeeh? Where did this come from, heretic-chan?" Freed asked, and with his free arm reached inside his coat and retrieved another cylinder, snapping it to life with a hiss, a second brilliant blade extending. "Has my desire to fill your guts with my hot burning blade and snuff your heathen existence from this world filled your heart with love and a desire to make this interesting for me, hmm?"
"Heh. Something like that," Yami said, also spitting some red tinted saliva to the side.
"Mmh~!" Freed shuddered and let out an almost erotic moan, making Raynare gag. "Then, please die well for me, heretic-chan!" and then, the exorcist jumped into the fray once again, and the cold feeling inside Raynare's gut spread.
For she could no longer deny what her eyes were telling her.
He's…he's improving as he fights!
Ducking and avoiding blows that would have previously landed, weaving between two swords with relative ease whereas when the fight started he could barely handle Freed toying with him with one…
She bit her lip.
If this continues, then…
Then Yami could very well win, and then…
Horror filled her.
For she had little doubt that her lord would be angry, and as the instigator of this. She had little doubt he'd take it out on her and then…
"Hah!"
"Gkh!"
But then, in a stroke of unexpected, blind luck, it happened.
The smell of burning flesh hit her nose about the same time the pained grunt did. And a hopeful, tear-stricken smile spread across her face. For impaled upon Freed's blades, the vibrating swords sticking out the middle of his back similar to an inverted v, was none other than Yami, the body of her lord, almost bent over, if not for the fact that Freed, being right in front of him stopped Yami's head with his shoulder.
"Ssh. Shh. You did well, heretic-chan, die proud knowing that," The mad exorcist said, trying to sooth her soon to be dead lord of all things, and Yami's body shook.
And Raynare did not know how to feel. For in a few short moments, she would, at long last, be free!
Oh no. How will Yami get out of this? Gasp, don't tell me is he doomed? Doooomed!
