Replies,
Madfrog: Aye. That it is.
Mandvisahuxx: I like me as well. That simply means you have good taste.
Uchiha Jin: can't help you with that I'm afraid, probably some wonkiness on ffn's side. It happens from time to time. Just give it some minutes/hours before checking again. Clearly their back end is not the most...robust.
By the way, big thanks to Madfrog2000 for reminding me of Viser's existence. I'd forgotten about her.
That aside, writing is curious sometimes. You start by wanting to write a chapter with smut, but end up going in entirely different directions.
Or, in simpler terms, smut next chapter. I think.
With that aside, have this big chungus of a chapter.
Unbeknownst to Yami, in the skies above Kuoh, or rather, in a realm overlapping the physical but mapping close to said area, two monstrously powerful entities were busy glaring at one another.
"Stand aside, brat," the purple skinned, nigh naked woman hissed.
"Hah!" Can't do that, hag," the cheeky broad chested, musclebound brat across her said. "After all, whoever this little child is, he called my name and is a child of my sister's people. Thus…" the smile slipped from the face of the brat with the overinflated sense of ego as he gripped his sword.
Hissing, her three eyes narrowing, a long snakelike tongue slithered past her lips, tasting the air as she clutched the weapons adorning some of her many, many arms tighter.
"And he offered a sacrifice to me. If you value your life, whelp…Step aside," she ordered with a glare and the tumultuous seas and skies of this netherealm around them trembled. "I give this courtesy out of respect to your sister and your mother, I won't ask again."
The storm brat outright laughed at that, throwing his head back, clutching his forehead. "Hah! Just like the western godslayer. A spear up your ass and an entirely uncompromising bitch."
Growling, she took a step forward, her white hair dancing as her power surged.
A step answered by the brat with a bloodthirsty impudent smile.
"But then again, what can one expect from a pair of washed up…hags."
They met in the middle, and the realm boiled.
Back in the physical world a sudden storm surged into existence, covering Kuoh.
"Glack! Glack! Glack!"
"H-hng!" with a grunt, his fingers tightening around Raynare's jet black hair, Yami's dick pulsed inside its moist, welcoming prison and shot load after load down her throat, the beauty's throat and mouth making deliciously naughty noises as she swallowed each and every drop, the constriction around his tip making Yami shudder.
"A-ah~!"
And as he shot his last and pulled his dick free, Raynare let out a shuddering, delighted gasp, slurping the few stray strands, pushing to her feet without even bothering to look at her supposed teammates.
Well. More like ex-teammates, hehehe!
Yami grinned and tucking his member back inside his pants, made to speak, only for a hiccup mixed with a sob, coming from behind him to make him frown.
Ah right. She's unaccustomed to such things ain't she? Perhaps…Perhaps he'd erred a bit in just barging in like that and venting his frustrations on the weaklings. Buuuut…
Sparing a glance behind him, he flashed an arrogant smirk in the trembling blonde's direction, making her hug herself and, snorting, gazed at the frozen trio of fallen laying on the floor, surrounded by a gaggle of corpses. Corpses which—
He sniffed, and gagged.
For the air had started smelling foul already.
Oh well.
"Raynare, Sally," he said, making both of his minions perk up.
"Yes?"
"Yes, my lord~?!"
He opened his mouth to speak only to be interrupted by the sound of thunder and lightning, followed by the soft patter of droplets of rain smashing on the roof of the church and the ground outside, droplets which quickly turned into a furious storm, the previously mostly clear sky darkening rapidly and the rain beginning to pour.
Yami had little idea what that was about.
He only knew one thing.
Namely, that he wanted little to do with whatever, if anything, was behind this and, more importantly, the fact that being surrounded by dead people, and people he had killed at that. Was somewhat of a bad idea. Plausible deniability and all that rot.
Thunder flashed overhead again, and from the parted church doors, the mostly dark sky and church almost lit up as again and again lighting seemed to land all over Kuoh at random.
"Help me carry our new volunteers and the healbot. We're going home, staying here much longer is probably a bad idea."
"Eep!"
Sally didn't need to be told twice, picking up the healbot under one arm and the semen receptacle, always the lazy bitch, opted to pick up the loli fallen, making Yami roll his eyes and point at the other two.
Receiving the bird alongside some grumbling from clone #1 and #2 as they picked up the neckbeard and purple tits, and with but a jerk of Yami's head, they rushed out of the church. The wind howling in their ears, chilling them and almost sounding like arguing voices as fat droplets of water smacked into the group, sinking and soaking their clothes, making the mid bitches that didn't have the foresight to wear sunglasses squint at the furious droplets even as the groups feet made squelching sounds as they traversed the wet mud like dirt, heading towards the base of the small hill the church was situated upon, the trees on the path around them swaying and groaning in protest under the harsh winds and Yami grinned as behind his glasses, his eyes spun like mad, revealing the world with crystal like clarity, if one tinted with a slight red hue.
Yelps and shouts, coming from some of the peasants and normies infesting the town reached them as they emerged out of the small gathering of trees and into the street proper. The weaklings rushing for cover, holding bags and newspaper overhead even as the winds buffeted them this and that way, and Yami jerked his head.
"We'll take the roofs," he shouted, pointing for the benefit of his minions at a nearby building and, the group, ignoring the honks of cars, rushed across the street, jumping atop the roof with ease, caring little for any surprised normie and, similar to how Yami had made his way to the church in the first place now made for his home hopping from roof to roof.
"My lord!"
"Gkh!"
But Yami did not need Sally's warning for his eyes to widen and to jump back, a bolt of lightning striking where he'd just stood, charring the roof's tiles black and causing cracks to spread even as he popped his chakra and enhanced and thoroughly ringing ears.
"What the…" he murmured and blinked upwards, ignoring the scent of ozone. Upwards, and found a sky rapidly filling with light all over the city as a veritable rain, a curtain of beams of lightning smacked all over the city. "Kirin eat your heart out…" he murmured and glanced at the group. He and his clones could easily survive a sudden strike, courtesy of some clone poping the guardian back up, and Yami supposed, Raynare probably could shrug a hit off…maybe.
But as for the rest…
His eyes fell on the pale, fear-stricken faces of the paralyzed volunteers and the healbot. And even Sally there looked a bit worried.
Shit.
Scanning the town around them, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"The weather is a bit more bad than I expected, best not risk it, yeah?" he pointed towards an unassuming warehouse close by. "We make for that. We'll wait till the storm blows its load in there."
Not hearing any objections, and weary of any more lightning strikes, they softly hoped across a few roofs still and then landed on the pavement near the dark warehouse and made a mad dash for it, Yami breathing a sigh of relief as with the help of Raynare, after the semen receptacle once again dumped Mittelt on the cold hard ground, they pushed the warehouse's door closed.
"Fufufu~"
The rich sensual laugh made Yami tense, the semen receptacle doing the same and as they spun around, his weariness bled off into confusion even as the smell of what he would liken to a wet dog hit his nose.
"Food delivery? How kind of you, fufufu~" in the mostly dark warehouse, a feminine figure could be seen, seemingly hovering in the air near the warehouse's rafters. Doing so while quite naked. Long black-hair cascading down the sides of her face and back, a heart-shaped face with lidded gray eyes and full pouty lips and an impressive pair of breasts capped by puffy pink nipples over a thin waist and tummy bulging into full fertile hips and quite the hairy mound which made him lick his lips and his dick to twitch.
A couple meters in front, clone #1 and #2 dropped their cargo and prepared to fight taking guarding positions in front of Sally and the trembling healbot, but, they too looked confused.
At least, until another lighting strike flashed, striking the ground outside with a deafening boom, but more importantly, momentarily illuminating the dark space enough that Yami's sharingan could pick up the rest of the details and he scowled as he prepared to fight…That is, until the chimera like woman's visage brought to mind a half forgotten memory from another lifetime and he grinned, allowing his racing heart to settle and for his mind to listen to his senses and instincts. For even if his budding chakra sensing capabilities did not allow for a one to one mapping of an opponent's strength. That is an opponent that used a different system. Like say, fallen and devils with their magic. He could still get a pretty good indication. And this?
"Viser, was it?" he asked and the giggling stray devil froze, her laughter dying off as Raynare looked at him in surprise.
"You know it? My lord?"
His shoulders shook and a wild grin overtook his features.
Heh. It seems that with my appearance, things changed enough that Rias and co didn't have time nor, most likely, noticed this one, heh! All the better for me!
"In a manner of speaking? You could say that, yeah. And Raynare?"
"Yes, my lord?"
"That's no way to talk to a future teammate, hehehe."
"Ah…"
The fallen, allowed her lightspear to dissipate from her hand and flashed a look of pity at the looming monster that Yami could even now still clearly see now that he knew what to look for, only requiring he push a bit more chakra into his eyes, pushing back the dark and making the euphoric rush filling him to reach new heights still.
"What are you talking about? Food should not talk back to its betters!" the monster woman shrieked and charged forward and all three Yami's grinned, for they'd wanted to further test the sharingan's capabilities and this potential cutie? Well, she thoughtfully provided. He'd break her in well as a reward.
I was curious to see if, like with Jugo, I can push back. Dominate, the stray devils transformation, replace their absentee master and stabilizing factor both with myself. Time to find out, I guess, hehehe~!
"Rejoice, Viser."
"How do you know who I am?!"
But Yami did not answer, taking steps towards the girl who shrieked as clone #2 manifested the guardian in full, or at least as much as he could right now. But even just a fully functioning skeletal upper torso with some muscle around it and a buttload of arms kinda like the goddess Kali, was enough. The clone bleeding profusely from the eyes for his efforts, gritting his teeth and wrestling down the monstrous form to the ground.
"L-let go of me!" the woman shrieked and as she did, the fur covering large parts of the monstrous parts of her body flung water droplets this and that way and Yami had his answer as to the origin of the stink.
Clone #1's eyes also shifted into the mangekyo state and as taking off his sunglasses, he too joined Yami in stepping close to the immobilized monster, whom, courtesy of the other clone's effort had its humanoid torso shifted low to the ground, resulting in Viser's head, and more importantly eyes being in the two sharingan bearers direct line of sight…
The fight left Viser, alongside control of her body, but, judging by the plastered wide-eyed expression of terror on her face, it was anything but voluntary.
Stopping in front of the girl, Yami raised his left arm, removing his sunglasses before cupping the girl's pale, cool cheek, caressing it softly as the paralyzed, for the most part, girl trembled.
No! Please! No! Not again!
Under the dreadful red light of those ominous madly spinning eyes coming from the twins in front of her, for what else could they be? Viser could do nothing. For her body was no longer her own, just like back then, and it would seem, if the horrible suspicion welling in her gut was anything to go by and the leader of the trio of triplets that barged into her house was anything to go by? Soon, not even her mind would be her own.
A sob tried to escape her body, but nothing but the faintest of whimpers left her lips. For they too were frozen. Like the rest of her body as the purple limbs formed by the other member of the trio held her down. The spectral arms unyielding like the bones of the earth and spreading a dull ache across her body from the point of contact. Filling her with an urge to shiver, for the purple hands somehow felt as if with but a switch, they could burn her to cinders.
Did his family send you? Are you here to clean up the last of the bastard's mistakes?
But her lips would not move and the hand that caressed her cheek with such disgusting familiarity moved on to playing with her hair, making her want to wince and pull backwards.
Just like that beast! For even if he had never preferred to play with her hair like that, Viser had the misfortune of observing her master do that plenty of times to the younger members of his peerage. Often followed by taking them then and there…and when he grew bored of them…
"Oho?"
Somehow, she managed to regain enough control, enough to shiver at the memory, even if she lost said control right after.
That's right! I had to do it! For Viser refused to play the bastard's sadistic games any longer or to bury any more of her new family, often not even a few days after getting to know them. So, decision made, a moment when the bastard's guard was down and… Tears spilled freely down the sides of her face.
"Hush now, no tears please. It's a waste of good suffering."
But in the end, what had she accomplished? For her master, even if taken by surprise, refused to go quietly, the ensuing fight and rebellion both decimating the peerage, leaving Viser the last one standing. The victor and a free woman both. A woman surrounded by the dead corpses of her remaining, if adopted family. And so, she'd screamed, sobbed and then run. Refusing to ever be weak again, ever be forced into subservience and…
She blinked with horrified realization.
And I've become just as bad as him! Even if her body refused to yield to her commands, she still tried to look at the rest of her body, but even if she couldn't? She could feel the mutated appendages clinging to her, twitching impotently, their feeble twitching intensifying as a low keening moan of horror managed to escape her lips. What…what have I become? What have I done?! If she could have, she would have puked. For she could remember the taste of flesh and what she'd, she'd…
"Hmm, it seems our suspicion was correct," the twin with the weirdly shaped eyes said.
Prompting a nod from the grinning three tomoed man playing with her hair. "Oh yes, we can bitchslap the wild energies back into line. Now, to see if we can't do something about that body of hers, it can't be that different than what Sasuke did to Kyuubi's bubbling chakra…oh, and the mind of course, hehehe!"
Viser stilled in horror, realization dawning on her, gratitude and loathing mixed in equal measure. Both aimed at the bastard in front of her.
For the cruel, cruel man not only had given her mind back with an insidious touch. A touch so soft that she couldn't even feel its presence. A fact that she wasn't sure if she would have kissed or killed him for had she been able to move, for the memories and the guilt washing over her right now… But, the bastard all but confirmed her suspicions that he also planned to rob her of her will yet again. The pitying gaze of the fallen angel suddenly made sense.
No! Please! No!
"Rejoice. For the answer to your copious amounts of daddy issues is here and unlike your daddy actual, I won't go out of cigars and milk and I have the tastiest of lollipops for you to enjoy. Soon. Hehehe~"
Lighting flashed outside, the red eyes straight out of the deepest parts of hell spun and Viser saw the light.
Deep in the bowels of the underworld, within the innermost parts of the underworld's premier genius lab, a small alarm beeped, breaking the otherwise silent and calm atmosphere of the climate controlled lab.
"Mmh? What's this?" raising his head away from the tome in his arms, he dropped it on the desk, rose and approached the pulsing instrument. For his alarms only sprung to life when truly necessary or interesting, unlike those of other lesser scientists.
He wondered what this counted as.
Peering at the gauge and its reading, he blinked, for it took him a few seconds to run through his mind's vast catalog until he found the number correlating with this alarm and coupled with said alarm's thick coating of dust, the poor little thing probably sitting there not once used since he bothered to install it…
"Interesting…"
Well, he had his answer at least. For a stray devil managing to return to a semblance of sanity? He amended his prior statement. This here little gauge had lit but a handful of times over the course of its lifespan. And its lifespan, so far at least, could be measured in centuries.
'Pop'
With a nigh silent sound and the whirring of tubes, a second gauge sprang to life, casting a dull green glow near the first and, due to its mental and physical proximity he had his answer in an instant, raising a hand and rubbing his chin in wonder.
"Very interesting," he murmured, whirling about and heading for another desk inside the room, one adorned with an unassuming computer that would put most of the mortal world's supercomputers to shame and, checking the notifications connected to the gauges, read the more detailed readings as a third gauge lit.
This one, unlike the other two, he knew for a fact, had never activated before.
For a stray devil might regain their sanity, and, perhaps, even their body, but, to have ownership of the role of 'king' as pertaining to said stray devil stolen by someone else?
He glanced warily at another gauge, one quite a bit further on the massive wall, this one unlit and breathed a sigh of relief. For it would seem no King piece was involved. At least, they wouldn't have to nearly drop everything again and make sure to silence all parties involved as they had to do a couple times before. Once again he couldn't help but wonder if the creation of the King piece had been a smart thing to do and once again he squashed said thought for what ifs mattered little. Only the present and preparing for the future mattered. The past being there only to learn from and to ensure they made different mistakes than those of their predecessors. After all, they hadn't sacrificed so much, He hadn't sacrificed so much that such a thing could be allowed. And as long as Sirzech continued to burden himself with the fate of their people and charting a better future for them all? Then he too would continue to strive to ensure a better future for all devilkind, and, if their luck held and their hush hush meetings with Azazel and Michael panned out? The whole world soon enough.
He snorted, a tiny smile forming unbidden on his face as his fingers danced across the keyboard. Hell, after so long at this? Even if Sizech decided to step down, the other two as well? New faces replacing them? He had the sneaking suspicion he'd keep going still. After all aside from a few distant family members, a loving and dutiful niece and a little shit of a brother who only saw fit to call when he wanted something but whom he still loved dearly…what else did he have other than working for his people? No wife and kids. That's for sure. And unlike during the war and the tumultuous times after, Sirzech, Serafall, and even Falbium, the lazy bastard. All now lived their own lives and thus, the meetings, gatherings, and wild excursions of the four, sometimes even in the purpose of actually keeping the peace and protecting people instead of just blowing shit up…had slowed down, fading into fond memories.
So yeah, he'd probably keep going even if the others quit.
The clacking of keys ceased and for a moment, all was silent once more within the lab, and then he sighed, pushed back his chair and strode back to his other desk and the book on the desk, picking it up and resuming where he left off. For given that the alarm had revealed itself to be merely curious instead of something requiring intervention right this very moment…
Well, he felt little interest on exploring further the circumstances behind it.
Why did it have to be Kuoh again?
Still, he'd get to it.
Eventually.
If the stray, now stable devil again lived long enough for it to matter that is.
Dohnaseek, as some mortal he'd overheard had put it, well, in his long years of life? He'd 'seen some shit'.
But this?
This took the cake or at least, nestled comfortably in the top ten.
For even if he'd been but a lowly ranked angel before creation, just as he still was now…He'd been with his feet on the ground since the whole thing begun or at least, what felt close to like it. Fighting in the trenches, quite literally in the past century, first for the Weimar republic and then, but a few decades later, a blink of an eye really, against its self proclaimed successor regime and alongside the gits from the other side of the pond. So, for him to say this? Well, it meant something. For such manipulation, domination really of another's will and form? It brought uncomfortable memories and comparisons to mind to say the least.
As the monster in the guise of a human dropped the but a few moments prior monster actual to the floor, now in the guise of a naked young woman and then he and his clones turned towards him, Kalawarner and Mittelt…
Well, Dohnaseek, even if immortal and older than dirt, rather regretted that this current state of affairs and if he could move, would have flown out of this place like the hounds of Lucifer were after him. Which, given the monster in human skin facing him…well, it wasn't an inaccurate comparison. Even if his paralyzed body continued to ignore his commands and he desperately longed for a cigar as he did when stressed.
"Hmm, what should we do with them?" the real human asked.
"Same thing we do to everyone else?" the clone by his side asked even as the other clone, the one that had summoned that purple monstrosity sauntered up to the other two with a tune and picked up the now meek 'Viser', throwing her over his shoulder and fondling the girl's plump butt.
"M-master…"
Ignoring the woman's stammering.
"Oh, you met that guy too?" the so called Yami asked with a wide-eyed blink aimed at his clone as Dohnaseek tried and failed to get his body to move again.
"What guy?"
"You know, the guy. First name 'shit sherlock' last name 'no'."
"Goddammit…I walked right into that one."
"That you did," Yami said with a grin, his clone grumbling and crossing his arms.
"Much as it pleases my heart to see you too lovely ladies bicker I, unlike you too smoothbrains have an idea."
"Who you calling smoothbrain."
"Quiet, let's hear him," Yami said with a wave of his arm.
But the third clone grinned. "I have a better idea," he said and passed the girl to Yami, the man immediately starting to play with her butt, before the clone vanished into a puff of smoke.
"That's retarded," the remaining clone said.
"No, no, he has a point," Yami said with a shake, still fondling Viser's ass before throwing her over his shoulder and with but a few gestures resummoned the clone. "I like it, let's roll," and with that the trio passed Dohnaseek and the two just as frozen girls, and he felt like sighing in relief, for the longer they didn't pay direct attention to them, the higher the chance that they'd somehow manage to escape but as he did. An echo of a familiar chuckle and the scent of cigarette smoke rose unbidden from the depths of his mind, alongside the spat of machine fire raining down and towards their barricades as shells continued to dance and fall nearby, screams of pain and roars of furry and encouragement mingling and mixing in equal measure.
"Well, aren't we in a right pickle?"
Dohnaseek, peering over the foxhole's lip, before hastily ducking back down as bullets wheezed by overhead, a few even pinging against his helmet winced and turned towards the man laying down with his back against the dirt slope, a placid expression of calm on his lips, one only marred by the grin on the Lieutenant's lips as somehow, the man managed to take a puff out of the fig in his mouth while also humming a jolly tune as he loaded a fresh cartridge into his gun.
"Lieutenant?"
"Relax, John," the lieutenant said, patting the moist dirt next to him. "Take a seat, and wait, there's no point in worrying overmuch. One way or another this will all be over soon enough methinks."
"But, the emplacements—"
"Take a seat, private, that's an order."
Feeling, as he always did, a mild hint of incredulity at being ordered by a mortal, despite it being of his own volition. Dohnaseek still did just that.
"There, that's better, cigar?" the lieutenant asked, offering a fig.
"I don't smoke."
"Well, between you and me, John, you have little reason not do. God won't judge you if you do."
At that he snorted. For the mortal. The lieutenant, had the right of it but not just for the reasons he thought…
"It's the truth! I've read the scriptures and nowhere in them does it prohibit smoking. And, unless its for somekind of personal belief or disdain…"
"It isn't."
"Then all the more reason to give it a try, John. It helps calm the nerves and if you are worried about those health rumors making the rounds, a puff here and there till we win or end up feeding the crawlies underground? It won't make a damn difference one way or another, so…"
With shells wheezing overhead, Dohnaseek sighed and took the cigar, putting it on his lips and the lieutenant raising his zippo, flicking his thump and producing a tiny flame with a grinding noise, lighting Dohnaseek, or rather, 'John's' cigar.
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it," the lieutenant said as the artillery bombardment began to slow alongside the rain of suppressing fire, the German voices overhead mixing with that of angry American ones. "Say, John."
"Yeah?"
"You a believer?"
He bit his fig a tad too hard, almost cleaving it two.
"John?"
"I…have a complicated relationship with God."
"Mmh, don't we all," Dave said with a shrug before the machine gun fire aimed at them puttered out, and almost immediately, from nearby foxholes orders to advance echoed, and Dave, rose and—
"No!"
Peeked over the rim, nodding at John a second later.
"As I thought, the lads circled round and took the buggers out, up and at them, John. We need to regroup with the rest of the lads.
He rose and glared at the mortal.
"That was foolish!"
Causing the man to shrug and grin. "Maybe so, but, in time John, you'll find that death comes for us all in the end. So, there's no reason to worry overmuch about it, merely to do what you can to fight for what is right while you're still here."
Yami's voice made Dohnaseek blink back to the present.
"Here, hold her for me, will you Semen Receptacle?"
Raynare offered a small bow as she accepted the stray turned humanoid once again, and Dohnaseek felt like retching. "Of course, my lord." For even if he wasn't particularly fond of the overly opinionated bint, she'd been a comrade, so to see her reduced to this. And to know that something similar awaited them all if they didn't manage to escape…
"Master~"
"Patience, Sally," Yami purred, batting away the freak's grasping arms and propping up the little blonde human, the other two clones gathering around him.
Please resist and buy us more time, little one.
And the moment the thought passed through his mind he felt ill, for Dave, his once lieutenant and now thoroughly dead friend…
What would he think of me…of this?
With his probable death imminent and with nothing else to occupy his mind aside from his feeble attempts at escape, Dohnaseek reexamined his last few decades of life, and what he found…filled him with disappointment.
As regret filled Dohnaseek, if he had known what his future held in store perhaps he would have wished for something other than the young girl to buy them time. For by doing so…
To assuage any fears, no, aside from a few characters maybe looking like people from fate do, don't expect much more fateshit beyond that.
What can I say, fate's porn is excellent.