Replies,
Madfrog: Lmao, the holysperm...I might use that, thanks : xD As for what Yami wants Asia for...you'll see.
Jake: in reverse review order:
-72, subjective, hours (for it for sure lasts much longer) might not be the limit, no. But, even with his juiced up 'spehul' eyeballs, Itachi, Madara, Obito, and even Sasuke are once in, multiple, generations geniuses. It'll take Yami more than a couple of days to unlock everything :P
-you, out of my notes, but, all I'll say is that if I do decide to go with it after all it won't be for some time yet.
-indeed, full evil protags are rare. As for the problem of them being boring, the trick is to have the rest of the world act and react to their shit. Like overlord.
Guestreview: sheesh, at least use a more original name. Anyway, to your points:
-Don't like don't read.
-Yami's is still growing yes, but he's by no means 'weak'. Going from ant to able to tussle and stomp low level fallen in a week... He's weak only when compared to the rest of the monsters infesting dxd, and in time...
-Again, growing Uchiha boy and what Itachi and the other geniuses can and can't do isn't a good metric. Also, subjective time again. Unless you think Yami fucked Raynare up the ass in less than a second...
-lmao, don't like don't read bitch. But, I will admit I am confused. What exactly do you think the story is? Yami is breaking shit left and right and fucking bitches as promised, and things will ramp up. Nonetheless, what exactly are you waiting for to say that the story has 'started'? Also, if you think this is a slow burn than hooo boy do I have news for your virgin fanfiction reading ass. Check a few other fics squirt, and you'll soon realize what the meaning of 'slow burn' is.
Huh. As I suspected. Flaring my chakra makes it so that even these pillocks can feel me.
"Halt! Who are you?" A tall, busty beauty with long purple hair asked. "What do you want?" yellow eyes narrowed, as her wings stretched into full view and a lightspear buzzed in her arm.
Yami, for his part, paid little attention to the beauty clad in a miniskirt and a revealing, mostly undone shirt. Or rather, little attention to her words. Instead, licking his lips as he stared at the full tits desperately gasping for air and freedom.
"Fear not, my precious. You'll be free soon!"
The woman blinked before her eyes widened and a furious blush spread across her cheeks.
"Hey!"
"I don't think he paid much attention to your words, Kalawarna," the fedora suit dressed motherfucker said with a snort.
Yami inclined his head with a grin towards the fallen, or at least, he tried. Hastily aborting the movement.
"Bzzz!"
For one of the hooded peons, had, in a move of unexpected boldness, stepped away from the benches, circled around, hugging the walls of the church before trying to spring a surprise attack on what they no doubt thought an unaware fool.
"Heh." Yami, grin still in place, leaned back, easily avoiding the downward blow.
Fools! The Sharingan cannot be beaten!
"Gkh!"
His grin widening as the overextended fool with a death grip on the magical cylinder in his palm only succeeded in cutting a hole in the floor. Burying part of the buzzing white blade's tip into it. And Yami?
Yami had no intention of giving the fool the time to recover and resume his attack.
Chakra blazing within him, augmenting his body beyond the ken of mortal men, his right foot lashed forward, landing a kick on the back of the surprised robed peon's knee, making the fool's upper half buckle backwards, even as his knees bend forward towards the stone ground.
"Ah!"
The peon etting out a cry of surprise and as he did, Yami's left hand also shot forward, smacking the arm holding the blade in a white knuckle grip.
"Eek!"
And the fool's arm reflexively opened, presenting an opportunity which Yami gladly availed himself of, snatching the cylinder before it even had a chance to fly but an inch and, retracting his foot, he raised his arm, inactive sword in hand and, with a bit of focus, activated the blade just as he swung his arm and the brave, foolish, peon's head and top part of the hood flew off, tumbling to the side.
"Heh, didn't they ever teach you never to hold your sword so tight? Fool." Yami snorted, shaking his head as he took another step into the church proper, lowering his blade to his side, the tip pointing diagonally to the ground.
"Steven!" a female robed peon cried. "You'll pay!" the peon cried, surging forward, ignoring the cries of her compatriots and the still silent angel duo watching with interest.
Yami shook his head as he ducked and weaved to the sides between each of the peon's frantic blows and swings. "And he had such a boring ass name too!"
"Argh!"
If anything, that only infuriated the woman, her movements growing more frantic still. And Yami had a suspicion she'd been the now thoroughly and not just mostly dead fool's main squeeze.
Meh. If he didn't want to die he should've been better. Skill issue. Simple as.
Still, with his red eyes spinning madly behind his sunglasses, Yami played with the dead peon walking for a few seconds longer. Wringing the unaware fool for all her worth. Scanning, learning, incorporating the few bits of skill she had with the blade. Even managing to teach him a few things more. After all, while during his training with Sally and the Semen receptacle, after he'd illuminated them both, and Sally enthusiastically offering Yami her blade being the reason Yami knew he could even activate the darn things, he might have learned everything the duo had to teach him about handling the blade. But that did by no means make him a master. And so…
Snorting, he stepped into the overextended fool's guard and took a step past her, his arm rising in an upwards slash to fast for most to follow before lowering again.
"Eh?"
I'll keep doing what we Uchiha do best.
Yami flicked the hissing blade to the side, causing what droplets of blood it didn't manage to burn in the short interval away and coating part of a nearby wooden bench and parts of a peon's robe red.
"AH!" causing the fool to let out a shrill scream as behind Yami the now dead woman's torso and one of her arms slid to the side, landing with a thud while her other arm and bottom half fell as well.
That is to say, cribbing everyone's shit.
"I have to say," Yami said as everyone gazed at him with rather a lot more weariness. "The hospitality of the house of god and its servants leaves a lot to be desired. And here I was but a mere humble traveler come to ask for bread and succor—"
"Cut the crap!" one of the robed fools hissed. "Attack! If we all attack him together we can win!" the fool cried and an answering roar erupted from the throats of his comrades while the angels still seemed content to observe, if on guard.
"Heh! Not likely. But do feel free to try, I could use the exercise."
"Die you arrogant bastard!"
And as the crowd rushed him, Yami let out a dark chuckle, his eyes spinning even faster, sword and hand at the ready.
Asia felt her throat bulge and something rise from within, threatening to escape and she raised an arm to her mouth.
"Hrk!"
Managing to stop herself at the last second as Freed, a solemn expression on his face, light blade humming and at the ready, continued to stand by her side. And Mittelt and lady Raynare, whom had risen from the depths of the church continued to observe, like the other two holy ones, as the carnage continued.
"Hrk!"
And as the grinning brown-haired demon dressed in a leather jacket, a shirt with a skull on it and trousers, all dark, swung his blade bearing arm, another head flew. The hood covering it drawing back as it did, and for a moment, Asia met the eyes of the faithful, locked forevermore in an expression of fear, lips parted in a silent scream.
Asia dropped her arm, bent to the side and emptied her stomach as the sunglasses demon mowed down the faithful with the same ease a farmer with a scythe cut wheat stalks.
"Enough." The hiss coming from the blonde holy one, drew Asia's gaze as she wiped her mouth with her dress' sleeve. And as the faithful were cut down one by one, Asia saw Mittelt's fists clench and shake…
I wonder, is this what Heaven's like?
Euphoria filled every inch of his body as he danced between the blows of his opponents. Cutting them down by the numbers and improving as he did. Euphoria. And a heady rush, courtesy of the sharingan. For whenever he activated, or pushed his eyes to the brim? The resulting rush, the high? Beyond compare.
Alcohol and cocaine have nothing on this bitch!
"Mmh~ Hmm~" swerving his neck to the side, and letting a thrust jut harmlessly past, Yami, infused his right hand's palm and fingers with enough chakra to undoubtedly light up as a beacon to anyone capable of sensing chakra within Kuoh and, making a claw, drove his titanium like fingers past the robes and into the man's sternum, snapping bones and grasping a trembling organ.
"Kali~maaa~"
And, yoinking his limb back from its wet arm prison with a sickening sound, pulped the organ, and around him, the sound of puking could be heard and Yami grinned, the euphoric sensation somehow reaching new heights. For this…this beat anything he ever felt back in his old life. Nothing at all like the old and dreary 9 to 5, the weak mortal body that one bad day, a bit of bad luck and, the slow decay of time could and would rob him of everything. None of that! He no longer had to fear any of that. Nor did he have to worry about the wants and needs of others any longer. For with his eyes. The eyes of the strongest Uchiha the world, would soon be his oyster and all its riches and women his to enjoy and sample at his pleasure and leisure. Yes…he much preferred this than the shit he dealt with before.
The once numerous fanatics had now dwindled to but a few handful as Yami danced in between them, leaving only dead bodies in his wake.
This shit is like stealing candy from a baby. Or a church! Heh~!
Laughing at his own thoughts, he parried and diverted the blade of the last living peon to the side before flicking his red coated palm towards his surprised opponent. "Here, catch~"
"Ah!"
The bits of blood and pulped organ remains flying past the fool's blade, some sizzling on contact, making him reflexively wince and draw back, closing his eyes. And Yami took advantage of it. Ending the last fool's life and—
"Your back is open," a female voice said, and Yami, eyes wide, the sound of crackling thunder in his ears, tried to turn, but, aside from managing to meet the grinning blonde loli's eyes, he failed to react in time, a fact that caused said loli's grin to widen as her lightspear drew closer and closer to his unprotected back and—
'Poof'
"Eh?"
Yami, heart hammering in his chest courtesy of almost finding out what a spear through the heart felt like, grinned at the surprised girl behind the protective coating of purple. The fact that he'd come so close to biting it? Not hampering his pleasure in the least. In fact, it merely sent his adrenaline sky high. Making him shudder in no small amount of pleasure. For he'd always been somewhat of a adrenaline junkie even before that. What with sky-diving, diving, motorcycles, drugs, the whole lot. And well…
His grin widened.
"Close, squeaks. But no cigar~" he taunted.
"W-what?" the blue eyed beauty that'd been pushed back stammered, gazing with wide eyes at him and…the other him next to him. Namely clone #1 whose eyes blazed in the mangekyo shape and who'd, after managing to get it down, been serving as his jacket for the whole day. "H-how?"
Surprised or not, the girl still tried her best to push her light spear past the ethereal purple ribs and aura protecting Yami and…Yami.
Making Yami snort alongside his clone.
"Don't bother, squeaks. This is the Susanoo. The Guardian. The one who helps, and in this case, protects by all means. Your puny efforts won't cut it here."
At that, something seemed to click in the girl's mind and her eyes narrowed into thin slits. "W-who are you calling squeaks and puny you bacterium! I'm not so tiny and flat that the world's stickiest liquid would fail to achieve friction!" a dreadfull aura manifested around the girl. "Dieee!"
Making Yami and his clone snort again just as two other slams echoed around them as the girl's compatriots tried to drive their own spears past the guardian…with the same predictable results.
"You got this?" Yami asked, ignoring the weaklings and gazing at his clone.
"Yeah. Go for it," #1 said, and Yami, nodding, raised his arms, closed his eyes, and running through a set of handseals felt as chakra returned to him before it was redistributed. Leaving him panting and sweating.
'Pop'
'Pop'
…redistributed in the form of clones #2 and #3, who puffed into existence within the protective confines of the ribs and, grinning, jumped outside the guardian, engaging the big tittied angel and the 4chan lurker.
As for the loli…
"Eek!"
In a flutter of dark wing's, Raynare appeared, grasping the loli by the head and slamming her hard against the guardian's ribs, and the dizzy loli's focus failed, her lightspear vanishing and before she could recover, Raynare raised the girl to eyesight level.
Yami's that is.
Making him grin as he looked deep into Mittelt's unguarded soul.
"Good job, semen receptacle," he said a moment later, and a pleased shudder racked Raynare's form as the girl chewed on her lip. "She's no longer a threat. You can let go of her," he said and immediately, Raynare did just that. Opening her palm and letting the still dazed and thoroughly paralyzed girl slam to the stone floor.
"Ow…"
"Still."
Yami glanced at #1.
"I can't believe it was that easy—"
Yami felt the remaining chakra returning to him a moment before the memories did, alleviating his exhaustion and he glared at the idiot. "You just had to jinx it, didn't you."
"Oops?"
"Raynare! What's the meaning of this?" the fedora motherfucker asked with anger and Yami sighed as the black-haired beauty gazed at him with fear, all but crying for orders with her eyes.
Sighing, and with the benefit of the memories, Yami merely shook his head, focused on his left hand, causing a red gauntlet to appear.
"Get inside," he said simply, and the fallen hastened to do so as Yami run through handseals again in a blurring motion and with a puff of smoke a…kunai appeared in his hands.
Causing even the two fallen that had once again slammed their spears against the barrier to blink in confusion. No doubt the idiots expecting another clone.
Heh. Fools.
Yami threw the kunai which sailed harmlessly past the barrier and…landed in between Asia and Sally.
Making the straining fedora fucker scoff as he batted his wings repeatedly, no doubt seeking to add more momentum and strength to his thrust.
"What was the point of this—"
'Poof'
The kunai turned into another clone. A clone whose eyes also blazed with the mangekyo. And another guardian's ribs sprang into existence. Shielding Asia and Freed.
It wasn't just a clone, but a transformed one! Mwahahaha!
[boost!]
A voice sounded and before anyone could get their wits about them, Yami chuckled.
"Now for the fun part," Yami said, and before the surprised eyes of the fallen duo raised his left palm in front of his face. "This hand of mine glows with an awesome power!"
"And it's telling me to kick your mid bitches ass!"
[boost!]
Reaching the limits of the 'twice critical', and not interested into truly awakening the boosted gear quite yet, despite the furious flashing of the boosted gear's gem all but pleading for him to do so. For that way lay having to interact with Ddraig, Yami took a step.
And with his chakra in full blaze, and boosted twice over? The world, or at least the two weaklings surrounding the purple ribs seemed to him, to be moving in slow motion. Allowing him to dispatch them with ease after a couple of blows and a few instants spent staring into their eyes.
And just like that, the battle was over.
Amidst the scattered bodies, the stench of death, and staring over the frozen forms of the three fallen while ignoring the trembling healbot near Sally, Yami rubbed his chin as the semen receptacle was busy living up to her name, down on her knees and busy bobbing her head back and forth on his member.
"Now. What to do with you l-lot? Gkh!" he glanced at Raynare. "Damn, girl! And here I thought I was the only one to get urges after a good workout or exciting shit in general…"
"M-master…"
"Later, Sally, you, gkh, know that." He glanced at Raynare again, the girl's cheeks all but caving in. "Is someone jealous~?"
"M-monster…" the healbot whispered.
"Mmh? Oh, yeah. Calm your tits sweet cheeks, I'll get to you later."
"Rias…"
"Shush, Akeno. I'm thinking."
"But Rias, we have but a week to prepare and—"
She turned furious blue eyes, glaring at her friend and Queen. "And you think I don't know that? So, as I told you, shush. I'm…I'm working on it," she said, tone final and with rather more conviction than she felt.
"Ah…Apologies Rias…" Akeno said, taking a step back from the couch, eyes growing downcast and making Rias wince and already feel like a prat. For Akeno did not deserve this or to be the target of her ire. After all, Akeno had been her best friend and most trusted partner for so many years already and, her brother wiling, it would continue to remain the case for many, many years to come. And if Akeno had also been her partner in other ways, well…Rias' cheeks burned as a tiny smile spread before she shook her head for now wasn't the time. At any rate, both due to being her oldest companion and Rias demanding better of herself snapping at her friend was unacceptable and Rias would make it up to her later. But for now…
She chewed on her lip hard enough to bruise and wince.
The problem remained.
One week till the rating game.
The rating game that would either free her or seal her fate. Dooming her forever more. The game her family, nor she, if Rias was honest with herself, were ready for.
And despite their best efforts. Rias held little hope that the upcoming week of preparations and training would be enough to make up for the difference in strength between her and Riser's peerage.
That is, as her other best friend would say, unless they introduced some new variable…right before Sona would badger and scold her for being lazy for this long.
But, despite how it might have looked to outsiders, Rias had been anything but lazy. Yes, she hadn't trained overmuch herself. But, what need did she have to do so? The supernatural world was in, as the humans would no doubt liken it to, a period of rapidly cooling cold war, with said state of affairs going on for centuries on end, and no interest in rekindling active hostilities from anyone as far as she knew. And thus, given her own, by most reasonable measures, prodigious strength and the fact that until today, she didn't have to worry about dealing with him for a couple more years still?
What reason did she have to push and prod at her already fragile and very precious family? Could they have been stronger? Strong enough to crush the smug prick if she had opted to push them to train and train and train? Oh yes, but that would have necessitated for Rias to have pushed her brittle, precious, peerage beyond their breaking point. And she wouldn't step on their pride and traumas like that.
No. The only thing she could be accused of was being overly dotting. Not lazy. And given the choice between being overly dotting or personally suffering? She'd take the suffering.
Only…I won't be the only one suffering here, will I? She wondered, drawing blood at last and feeling the coppery taste filling her mouth as she leaned further back in the couch and hated herself all the more. For the piper had come calling and Rias found herself ill prepared. Stupid!
Only now realizing the depths of her folly.
For whoever said that she needed to have pushed her peerage to the breaking point to win? Growling, she crossed her arms and gazed at the table while soft, classical and normally pleasant music filled the rest of the Occult Club, only now making her want nothing more than to destroy the record player. Did her beloved brother need his peerage to win his fights?
The image of Sirzech the super devil came to mind and she snorted, shaking her head.
No, of course not. Due to his strength alone, her brother could defend devil kind and deal with most threats by his lonesome.
And Rias…
Well, she couldn't defend the world, and even if neither a super devil or a genius, she did share the same blood and abilities did she not?
So…
Who says I couldn't have defended my peerage if I'd trained these past few years? Trained enough to have crushed Riser…
For in the face of a matured power of destruction, Riser's regeneration would have amounted to little.
What a fool I've been…
Rias, at least, should have trained. But, she saw no reason. Coasting on her naturally superior strength, which granted, would have been enough in any other circumstance. But in this? But now?
The clack of porcelain on glass made her blink, and then the pleasant strong aroma with a touch of bergamont hit her nose, drawing her back to the present and outside the confines of her mind.
"Here."
"Eh?" blinking she glanced from the steaming porcelain cup to the soft smiling expression of her Queen.
"Ah. Yes, thank you," Rias said, taking the warm cup in her hand and taking a sip, closing her eyes in momentary bliss as the taste of earl gray slithered down her throat. "Mmh. Perfect as always," she said, opening her eyes and glancing at the dark liquid within.
"Fufufu~ It pleases me to hear it is so, Rias," Akeno tittered and she winced.
"Akeno, I…I'm sorry—"
Only for her Queen to hold up a palm and minutely shake her head. "I understand, Rias," Akeno said and Rias inclined her head in thanks and shame, giving a swirl to her cup, watching the liquid dance and swirl within, deep in thought still, her brows furrowing. The problem remaining.
I need…I need a hidden ace. Something which Riser doesn't expect and which can help turn the tables alongside the training from hell we'll have to go through. Something, or someone strong enough to—
A mewling, terrified, whine made her and Akeno's gaze snap back up, Across from Rias, on the couch on the other side of the table a wide-eyed Koneko let a cookie slip out of her fingers and tumble down to the carpet, spreading bits everywhere.
Not that Rias cared overmuch about the carpet, for her precious family trembled, and even the poor girl's normally hidden fluffy ears had broke through their concealment and lay flat on the girl's head.
"Koneko, what's wrong?!" she asked, setting the cup on the table and rounding around, clutching the trembling young girl to her bosom, Koneko quick to return the hug.
"Scary…"
"What is?"
"Pervert-senpai…his chakra…"
Issei? Rias blinked. "What about him?" she asked and then, a terrible, dark thought slipped into existence inside her head.
"Pervert-senpai is…is currently doing something. And such potent dark chakra…" the girl shuddered and clutched at Rias all the tighter. "Mama…" shuddering and lost to the world causing Rias to glance haplessly at her wide-eyed Queen.
Even as the horrible thought continued to worm itself inside her brain, making itself cozy.
Surely not. But then again… she bit on her bruised lip. Even if they won't like it. If we can continue to be free…then I'll apologize after, help them get over it just like the rest of their issues and make it up to them. That is…if Issei-kun is even willing and strong enough to help in the first place…
This is a bittersweet day, Noodlehammer's "Metagaming" has come to an end and with it, most likely, that Harry's story.
I'm going to miss that bugger, and even if I normally hate worm shit, I'll tentatively give a read once he uploads his new shit cause its Noodleboy...