Hey hey people, danzy here

Guess who's found their writing mojo back? That's right, me. Going from a paltry 1 chapter a year, i'm now pumping out chapters like a factory, spread somewhat evenly across my stories, which you should check out, because they're mine

After you read this one though.


Infernal Renegades: A Tale of Misfits


[Chapter III]

|| Life as a Young Phenex ||


One year has passed since my last ever tea party at Abaddon's.

Thankfully, both my dad and mom told me to 'fly wherever you wish, as long as you soar high'. I'm so blessed I might cry. But alas, I was once raised in a place where crying is for wussies and potential mugging victims, so I didn't.

Today though, begins with an uncharacteristically nervous yours truly, in the waiting room of the Serafall Memorial Hospital. My mother is undergoing labor, and today, my topsy-turvy world is about to change. Why am I nervous, you ask? Well, we're about to welcome a new member into the Phenex family, and I can't help but wonder if she'll be as fiery as Mom or as laid-back as Dad.

Beside me, my twin older brothers, Ruval and Rulex, share in my anxiety. Even my dad Rowan can't hide his unease as he paces the room with his magical cell phone glued to his ear, providing real-time updates to our extended family. I imagine our bright blonde spiky hair makes us stand out like yellow porcupines with blue eyes.

The tension sucks. It's suffocating. I can't resist the temptation to throw in a bit of my misplaced comment. "Maybe we should've brought some orange juice to pass the time. At least it would've felt like a proper Phenex family gathering."

Ruval shoots me a glare that could melt ice in Cocytus. "Riser, now is not the time for your sarcasm."

"Or your appetite," Rulex adds with an eye roll. "Who thinks of orange juice at a moment like this?"

"Well, I do," I retort, feigning indifference, crossing my tiny arms. "It's not every day we get a new sibling. We all could use some orange juice to calm the nerves, right, Dad?"

Dad doesn't respond, his attention still riveted to the call. It's like he's competing in a 'Who Can Ignore Riser's Comments the Best' contest. Spoiler: he's winning.

As the seconds tick by, the suspense in the room grows palpable, like wet socks on your feet. I can't help but think about my soon-to-arrive little sister, Ravel. Will she have Mom's fiery, passionate spirit or Dad's calm, calculated demeanor? Or maybe she'll have her own unique personality. A mix of two.

And while I'm pondering this, I realize something unusual—I'm not alone in my musings. My brothers have fallen into a contemplative silence, and Dad's phone call has hit a lull. We're all anxiously awaiting the newest member of our family, united by the invisible bonds of anticipation and love.

Okay, enough sentimental nonsense. I need to find some orange juice, pronto.

But my quest for some pulpy drink is halted. The tension in the room spikes when the door to the delivery room finally opens. A devil in a white coat, presumably the doctor, steps out, and we all hold our breath, awaiting the news.

"Congratulations," the doctor says with a warm smile as he takes off his medic mask, and we all pick up on the very healthy cry of a baby leaking out from the room. "She's a healthy baby girl, and Lady Phenex is doing well too."

Relief washes over us like a cool breeze on a sweltering day. Ravel is here! And she's healthy and so is Mom! The Phenex family has a new addition, and she's healthy. I can already picture her growing up, causing chaos at our family gatherings, and maybe even taking a liking to orange juice. Who knows?

Dad lets out a sigh of relief, and Ruval and Rulex exchange joyful smiles. I can't help but feel a sense of happiness bubbling up inside me. A little sister—I can't wait to meet her.

"Thank you, doctor," Dad says, his voice filled with gratitude.

The doctor nods and offers a parting smile before heading back into the delivery room. As the door closes behind them, the waiting room erupts with excitement. It's a moment of pure joy, one that I'll remember for a long time.

After a while, once the nurses and other medical people leave, we enter the room one by one, not wanting to overcrowd the space. The sight that greets us is both heartwarming and surreal. There, in a cozy bassinet, lies my baby sister, Ravel. She's swaddled in soft blankets, her tiny fingers curled into fists. Her eyes, still new to the world, blink up at me with a sense of wonder.

Mom looks tired but radiant, her eyes filled with love as she gazes down at baby Ravel in her arms. Dad, standing by her side, looks equally smitten, his pride evident in his eyes. Ruval and Rulex are hovering nearby, trying their best to look composed, but I can tell they're bursting with excitement.

I step closer, peering down at Ravel's little face. She's so tiny, with delicate features and a tuft of hair that's already showing signs of being as fiery as the rest of us Phenex devils. I can't help but feel a rush of protectiveness wash over me.

"She's beautiful," I say, my voice filled with genuine awe.

"Isn't she adorable?" Mom says, her voice filled with pride.

"She's perfect," both Ruval and Rulex chimes in, their usually stoic demeanor replaced with a softness I rarely see. Normally they'll start poking fun at each other for mimicking themselves, but this time, they relent, not wanting to ruin the moment. I'm so proud of them for maturing.

Mom smiles up at us, her expression tired but content. "She'll have wonderful big brothers."

"And a wonderful mother," Dad adds as he leans in to give Mom a kiss on her temple, sharing a chuckle. I can spot a stray tear rolling down his cheek, soaked by his yellow goatee.

I can't help but feel a swell of pride at her words. Being a big brother to Ravel is a responsibility I'm ready to embrace. After all, it's in my nature to protect and care for my family. This time without blinking.

The room is filled with a sense of warmth and happiness as we all take turns admiring our newest family member. Ruval, Rulex, and I exchange knowing glances. Our lives just got a lot more interesting, and I wouldn't have it any other way.


Several weeks later, it's another one of those serene nights, interrupted only by the occasional symphony of Ravel's baby cries. I've taken residence in a plush armchair next to her crib, the room softly illuminated by a gentle lamp. Ravel's wails tug at my heartstrings, but honestly, I'd rather be here than anywhere else.

My family has an army of maids at our disposal, all capable of attending to Ravel's needs, but tonight, it's just me and her. Mom gave her blessing for this solo operation, though I'm well aware that Zest is lurking nearby, ready to spring into action at the slightest provocation.

With practiced ease, I scoop up Ravel and hold her close, her tiny form nestled snugly against my chest. As her cries begin to ebb, I can't help but beam down at her. Babies have this way of turning even the toughest devil into a marshmallow.

My index finger finds its way to her delightfully chubby cheek, and to my amazement, her miniature hand latches onto my digit. It's a simple gesture, but it triggers a surge of warmth and protectiveness within me. In this moment, I'm transported back to memories of my past life's sister, whose face has grown fuzzy with time but whose influence on my heart remains strong.

"I got you, Ravel," I whisper softly to her. "I swear, I won't let anything bad happen to you. You're my little sister, and I'll be your guardian angel. Or devil, I guess."

Ravel looks up at me with wide, innocent eyes, and I can't help but feel a sense of responsibility settling over me. I may be young, but I'll do everything in my power to ensure her safety and happiness. As her cries fade into contented coos and incoherent gurgles, I know that this bond between us is something truly special.

The night passes peacefully as I continue to hold Ravel in my arms, swaying gently back and forth. Her tiny fingers grip my finger with surprising strength, and I marvel at how such a small creature can hold so much promise and potential.

Soon, the first rays of morning sunlight begin to filter through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the nursery. Ravel's eyelids start to droop, and her cries have transformed into soft, sleepy sounds. It's a sign that she's ready to drift off into dreamland once again.

I carefully place her back in her crib, making sure she's comfortable and safe.

The door to the nursery creaks open, and Dad enters, his expression softening when he sees me by Ravel's crib. He gives me a nod of approval, silently acknowledging the bond that's forming between me and my baby sister.

"You did a great job, Riser," he says, his voice filled with pride. "She seems to like having you around."

I smile at him, grateful for his words of encouragement. "I'll always be here for her, Dad. No matter what."

Dad ruffles my hair affectionately before turning his attention to Ravel, who continues to sleep peacefully. It's a quiet, tender moment between father and son, one that I'll cherish as a memory of the night I made a promise to my baby sister.


Our living room resonates with the joyful sounds of family as we all gather to spend quality time with our newest addition, the ever-adorable baby Ravel. She's five months old now, her bright midnight blue eyes filled with the wonder of the world unfolding around her.

The twins, Ruval and Rulex, who technically have the lifespan of ancient oaks despite looking as young as ever, have made it their mission to capture their little sister's attention. They sit at a distance from her, trying to coax her into crawling their way.

"Come on, Ravel! This way!" Ruval coos, brandishing a colorful toy as if it were the Holy Grail.

Rulex joins in, jingling a set of shiny keys. "Look, Ravel, the keys to the human realm!"

But much to their dismay and the amusement of our parents, Ravel doesn't seem interested in her brothers' efforts. Instead, with a determined glint in her eye, she starts to wiggle and crawl, inching her way towards—you guessed it—me.

A smug grin spreads across my face as my older brothers exchange baffled glances. Ravel reaches me, her laughter filling the room as her chubby hands reach out for mine. I scoop her up into my arms, and her giggles fill the air.

"It seems like Ravel has chosen her favorite," my father chuckles, while my mother beams with amusement at the twins.

The twins put on playful pouts, realizing that their baby sister seems to favor her immediate big brother. I hold Ravel close, my heart swelling with affection for this little bundle of joy. Despite her youth, she's already managed to wrap us all around her tiny fingers. It seems you and I are destined to be heartbreakers, little one. But should anyone dare break your heart, rest assured, it'll be their face I'll break.

With a mischievous twinkle in my eye, I lean in even closer to Ravel and whisper conspiring to her, "You know, sister, if you ever find yourself in dire need of clever comebacks or guidance on navigating those dreadfully dull tea parties, just remember, your big brother is here to swoop in and save the day."

But before I can finish my sentence and impart my infinite wisdom, I'm met with a harmonious chorus of unified voices. "Don't, Riser!"

I pout playfully at their response, realizing that it's a bit too early to introduce Ravel to the art of witty banter. "Alright, alright, I'll save that for later," I say, earning relieved smiles from my family. Ravel simply giggles, completely unaware of what I'm saying, and I hold her a little closer, grateful for the warmth and happiness that she has brought into our lives.

However, it seems our little mischief-maker has other plans in mind as she starts to squirm in my arms, her tiny hands reaching out towards Mother's elegant dress. It appears that Ravel is determined to have her own little adventure and, once again, successfully ignores the twins' playful antics.

We all watch with a fond smile as Mother picks her up, settling her on her lap and sharing a loving moment with her youngest daughter, with Father leaning in affectionately at his girls. Ravel may be tiny, but she's already a force to be reckoned with in our family, capturing hearts with every coo and giggle.

As the adults engage in their conversations, discussing various family matters and other important affairs that seem about as interesting as a rock, I find myself sprawled on the carpet, rolling around like a kid who's embraced their inner mischief maker—because, well, I guess I'm officially a kid now.

An idea begins to form in my head, one that's undoubtedly mischievous. Unable to resist sharing it, I blurt my thoughts out for those who care, "You know, when I'm all grown up, I think I want to start my own business."

My parents exchange amused glances, and my father, Rowan, raises an eyebrow. "Oh, really? And what kind of business venture are you cooking up, Riser?"

I roll over to face him, my eyes gleaming with entrepreneurial fervor. "I want to create my own line of alcoholic beverages, Dad. I'll call them 'Phoenix's Downs.'"

There's a momentary pause in the room, as if everyone is collectively trying to process the audacious declaration of a six-year-old planning to conquer the world of spirits, and not the spooky kind.

"Phoenix's Downs, huh?" my father finally responds, his tone carrying a playful glint. "And why, young sir, have you chosen such an intriguing name for your concoctions?"

"Because they'll down people, Dad. Down them hard, especially if they're not strong enough to handle the fiery kick."

Another beat of silence hangs in the air as everyone processes what I've just revealed. Then, my mother, Rhysella, bursts into laughter, her melodious voice filling the room, and it's infectious. Even my Ruval and Rulex can't help but chuckle. My father, attempting to maintain a serious expression, can't hold back a playful smile.

Laughter erupts throughout the room, echoing like a devilish symphony, and even Ravel seems to join in with her own adorable giggles from the safety of my mother's arms. My family may think I'm just being a mischievous little devil, but deep down, I take genuine pleasure in making them laugh. As I lounge there, feeling satisfied for a job well done, I'm enveloped by the warmth of my family's laughter. I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for these precious moments.

But underneath the whimsy of my words, there's a kernel of truth. While my family may see my idea as a child's fantastical dream, there's a flicker of potential that I can't ignore. The rigid world of the Rating Game has never truly been my domain, and honestly, that's Ruval's territory anyway. Schmoozing with high-and-mighty nobles? Well, that's Rulex's forte. As for me, I've grown weary of maintaining the ruthless persona I honed during my tenure as a mafioso.

Sometimes, a devil just needs a new path, something different from the expected. While the idea of creating "Phoenix's Downs" might be a lighthearted jest, it symbolizes my desire to break free from the mold and explore uncharted territory. The prospect of steering my own business ship, crafting unique libations, and maybe even adding a dash of mischief to the Underworld holds undeniable appeal.


Break


A few weeks later, the momentous 'playdate' with Sai, Latia, and Kuisha finally dawns, and their excitement is practically bursting out of their very pores. Kuisha and Latia appear more thrilled about meeting baby Ravel than the prospect of setting their eyes upon yours truly. But, of course, I can't let the moment pass without some theatrical flair.

"But what about me?" I adopt an exaggerated pose, hand dramatically clutching my chest. "Aren't you guys even a tad bit excited to bask in the presence of your cherished friend, Riser?"

"It's always good to see you again, Riser," Sai, my bud, says in earnest.

However the ladies' response is quick, almost choreographed—a resounding "No" that lands in my heart like a sledgehammer. I continue with my theatrics, feigning deep wounds from their indifference.

"Oh, Madams, you wound me!" I exclaim, oozing faux sorrow. "How can you say such things when my heart beats like a drum solo every time I lay eyes on you three?"

Latia unexpectedly blushes, her response stuttered and flustered. "W-Well, you see, Riser... It's different. Though, hearing that from you makes me happy, I'll admit…"

I chuckle at her flustered response, still unaware of her true intentions. Meanwhile, it seems to me that Kuisha has a soft spot for Sairaorg—I see you stealing glances now and then, you sly devil—and I'm genuinely happy for them. The irony, however, lies in the fact that I remain blissfully ignorant of Latia's hidden affections for me, a twist of fate I couldn't have seen coming.

As we venture into the mansion, Zest, my personal maid and a proud member of the Leporine Clan, takes up the mantle of overseeing both me and baby Ravel. Her fluffy bunny ears, with the uncanny ability to harden into obsidian horns, twitch ever so subtly. It's a conundrum that playfully tickles my intellect—whether her elven-like ears are purely ornamental or if her bunny ears, as she once asserted, serve to 'lull potential threats into a deceptive calm,' leading them to underestimate the true might of the Leporine Clan. They possess the meanest roundhouse kick in all the realms, much to the chagrin of their unsuspecting 'opponents turned somersaulting victims.'

I trust Zest wholeheartedly with Ravel's care, and it's quite clear that Ravel is fond of her too. Zest is exceptionally skilled at balancing her responsibilities, ensuring Ravel's well-being while attending to my occasional whims. While I may not be interested in following the traditional paths of my family, there's one thing I've learned – having a trustworthy and dedicated maid like Zest is invaluable.

As we enter Ravel's colorful playroom, our quartet of pint-sized devils is immediately struck by an overwhelming sense of adorableness that emanates from the center of the room. Ravel, my baby sister, sits there like a tiny queen on her playmat, surrounded by a kingdom of stuffed animals and toys. Her cherubic face lights up with glee at our arrival, and her infectious laughter fills the room.

Kuisha, Latia, and Sairaorg can't resist the urge to coo and aww at the sight of Ravel's unadulterated happiness. Kuisha even takes a knee and playfully waves her fingers in front of Ravel, eliciting a symphony of giggles from the baby. Latia is equally entranced, her eyes glittering as she observes Ravel's every move. Sairaorg, my ever-loyal friend, grins from ear to ear as he attempts to engage Ravel in a game of peekaboo.

Amid this heartwarming spectacle, Zest remains her usual composed and vigilant self, poised to step in if the need arises. Ravel, in her innocence, possesses the uncanny ability to unveil the softer sides of everyone, even the typically stoic and secretly clumsy Zest.

As for me, I can't help but bask in a warm sense of pride and protectiveness. In this moment, I feel like I should be holding a cigar, celebrating this precious scene like a proud patriarch.

With the baby Ravel as our adorable centerpiece, we settle down on the playroom floor. Amid the colorful toys and plush creatures, we begin to catch up with each other, like old friends reunited after a long absence.

Sairaorg starts with a big smile, directing his question at Kuisha. "How have you guys been? Last time I saw you guys, you were all busy practicing your diplomacy skills at the tea party."

Kuisha, her childlike curiosity ever-present, answers with enthusiasm. "I've been well, Sairaorg. I've been practicing my diplomatic speeches, just like you suggested. Oh, and I attended a 'Snack Diplomacy' event recently. It was quite enlightening."

"It was nice. We've met new acquaintances," Latia joins in, her eyes still filled with wonder as she speaks to me. "And you, Riser? How have you been faring in life?"

As the attention turns to me, I clear my throat, feeling a bit out of place. "And, um, I've been… well, just being myself, I suppose." I hesitate for a moment, then decide to share a bit more. "I've been spending time with my family and trying not to get into too much trouble."

They all laugh at that, recognizing my tendency for mischief.

"And what about your dreams?" Kuisha the Quizzical, asks. I think this is her own way of looking after me.

"Well, I've got something different in mind. I plan to run my own line of alcoholic distilleries."

They all burst into laughter, and even Zest, who has been watching us with a faint smile, seems to find my dream amusing, even if it isn't the first time she's heard of it.

"Be serious for once, Riser," demands Kuisha.

"But I am serious."

Kuisha raises an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "Running an alcohol business at your age? You've got to be kidding."

I lean in closer, lowering my voice conspiratorially. "You'll understand when you taste the first batch of my Phoenix's Downs. They'll make you question everything."

Sairaorg, ever the voice of reason, adds, "I think it's good to have dreams, even if they're a bit unconventional."

Latia nods in agreement, her curiosity piqued. "I'd love to try this Phoenix's Downs someday, Riser."

I grin at her. "Consider it a deal. I'll save a bottle just for you."

Kuisha still seems skeptical, but she can't hide the hint of curiosity in her eyes. "Fine, Riser, we'll see if your distilleries can live up to the hype."

As our conversation continues, I can't help but feel a sense of contentment. These moments with my friends, even when they question my ambitions, are priceless to me.

"And what about you, Sai?" I shift the subject then. "How's your training been going? Any exciting developments?"

He then beams with pride, clearly eager to share his recent experiences. I did notice he's much bulkier right now, no longer the lanky kid I've met a year ago. "It's been great!" he exclaims. "Surprisingly, Father has been supportive. I told him about my dream, Riser, about the Rating Game."

"Well that's great!" I smile, happy to learn of his dad's unexpected approval. It will take me years before I finally learn that it's actually my father who has spoken directly to Lord Bael that causes a slight shift in his approach on growing Sai. Looks like that my last Abaddon Soirée wasn't all for nothing.

Then Sairaorg does something unexpected. He lifts up his shirt, revealing the results of his rigorous training. I can't help but stare, my jaw dropping as I see the sculpted pecs and defined muscles on Sai's eight-year-old frame. It's a sight that defies all logic, leaving me utterly baffled.

I stammer, struggling to find words. "Sai... are those... Are those pecs?" I say as I reach to probe his well-sculpted stomach, and confirm that they are indeed, pecs. "Buddy, you're like, eight!"

Sairaorg chuckles, clearly used to the reaction. "I know, right? I guess I hit a growth spurt or something. But hey, it's been helping me in training, so I can't complain."

"Oh my…" "Wow." Kuisha and Latia, still in awe of Sairaorg's newly chiseled physique, can't resist the temptation to investigate further. They take turns poking and prodding at his pecs, curiosity dancing in their eyes, must be thinking like they've stumbled upon a real-life action figure.

"Hehe, stop. That tickles." However, their playful exploration takes an unexpected turn as Sairaorg's snickers erupts. It turns out that Sai, despite his impressive muscles, is remarkably ticklish. His giggles fill the room as Kuisha and Latia exchange amused glances.

I can't help but grin, seeing the mighty eight-year-old reduced to a giggling mess. "Well, well, well. Looks like you're not without a weakness, dear Sai."

The tickle war continues unabated, and Sai's laughter fills the room. Meanwhile, I've made myself quite comfortable on a giant purple bean cushion in the shape of a deformed octopus, a 'Tako' merchandise from the famous squid demon that's been taking the Underworld by storm.

"Hehe— wait!"

With my command, Kuisha, now with a wicked glint in her eye, doubles down on her ticklish assault, targeting Sai's sides with even more enthusiasm. He squirms and wriggles, desperately trying to evade her tickling fingers, but she's unyielding in her pursuit of laughter. Meanwhile, Latia continues her attack on Sai's ribs with equal determination. It becomes an all-out tickle war, with Sai caught in the crossfire of giggles and laughter. Baby Ravel seems to join in by enthusiastically giggling and waving her hands.

As for me, I've taken a more laid-back approach. Perhaps it's the influence of my past life, where I was accustomed to delegating tasks to my underlings. I find myself reclining against a giant purple bean cushion in the shape of a deformed octopus. It's a 'Tako' merchandise from the famous squid demon idol that's been taking the Underworld by storm. It's comfortable, quirky, and provides the perfect vantage point to enjoy the tickle-induced chaos unfolding before me.

As the tickling finally subsides and Sai catches his breath, his cheeks flushed with mirth, I can't resist a teasing remark. "Well, Sai, it seems even the mighty have their vulnerabilities. Consider this a lesson in humility, my friend."

He grins, still recovering from his ticklish ordeal. "You got me there, Riser…"


Break


The eight-year-old me is currently sprawled on the plush living room carpet, eyes glued to the action-packed drama unfolding on the magical girl series, "Magical Girl Levia-tan." The protagonist, Serafall Leviathan (formerly Serafall Sitri, I think), is a devil with the incredible power to summon cute yet deadly creatures. She's locked in an epic showdown against a horde of menacing pirates. With every swish of her wand, those dark baddies get a one-way ticket out of town.

Right by my side, Ravel, now two, is doing her best to match my level of enthusiasm. Her itty-bitty fingers clutch a toy wand as she mimics the protagonist's extravagant poses. Now, she might not grasp all the intricacies of the plot, but she's absolutely certain of one thing: hanging out with her big brother is the best thing in the world.

"Look, Ravel," I nudge her gently, pointing at the screen. "Levia-tan's about to use her super-duper magical attack!"

Ravel's eyes widen in awe as she watches the heroine unleash a dazzling burst of colorful magic. She squeals in delight, her baby laughter filling the room.

Of course, things are never entirely quiet in the Phenex household. Mom and Dad are as busy as ever with their devilish affairs, and the twins, Ruval and Rulex, continue to be their responsible selves. Rival beating people up left and right while Rulex making deals front to back.

But amidst the hustle and bustle, I find solace in these simple moments—watching "Magical Girl Levia-tan" with Ravel and sharing our laughter.

She tugs at my sleeve, her way of saying she wants a cuddle. Without hesitation, I scoop her up into my lap, and she snuggles against me, her eyes never straying too far from the TV. With her warm presence beside me, I'm filled with an overwhelming sense of contentment.

As Levia-tan defeats the rowdy privateers and saves the day once again, Ravel claps her hands in joy, and I can't help but join in her applause. Woohoo! Go Levia-tan! You cute, slightly scary, magical powerhouse you!

As the show carries on, my thoughts drift back to the past few serene years. Life has been remarkably stable for the Phenex family, at least for me. I've been spared from any major Rating Game battles, underworld political quagmires, or those dreaded soirées—those fancy devil gatherings with their haughty nobles and forced pleasantries. I can't say I miss them one bit.

Instead, I've been investing my time in something even scarier: studying magic. Yes, you heard me right, magic. In order to make up for my lack and Soirée and cull my parents' understandable fear of their son growing up to be a useless booze-hoarding maniac, they have assigned Zest, my ever diligent guardian and scolding aficionado, to take it upon herself to ensure I don't slack off in the magical and physical department.

Meanwhile, Sai, who's seemingly channeling Hercules with each visit, and our dynamic duo of blonde buddies, are frequent fixtures in our lives. Kuisha, in particular, has concocted an ambitious plan that involves me hosting my very own Soirée once Ravel matures enough to grasp the concept. As tempting as it is to hibernate under my blankets at the mere thought of those formal devil gatherings, I also can't deny the importance of setting a shining example for my little sister.

Ravel gazes up at me with those wide, innocent eyes, and I can't bear the thought of being a less-than-stellar role model for her. Although, I'm sure I'll have my share of devilish misadventures once I grow up.

Let's just hope Ravel hones her coping skills before that time comes around.

But right now, at this moment, I'm fine with basking in the glow of the TV screen and the warmth of Ravel's admiration. She might not comprehend the intricacies of devil society just yet, and I'll make sure she enjoys her blissful ignorance for as long as possible. After all, I've got years ahead to prepare her for the devilish challenges that await us. So, at least for now, I'll wear the mantle of the best big brother I can be, even if it means trading my comfy pajamas for a suit and tie for a Soirée in the distant future.

Just as I'm settling into my pudgy baby Ravel-induced relaxation, the bedroom door swings open, and Zest strides in, her expression slightly perturbed. She points an accusing finger at the plate of half-eaten vegetables sitting on my bedside table.

"Young Master, I see you haven't finished your vegetables," she scolds me, her tone carrying the weight of disappointed authority.

My eyes dart to the green peas on the plate, then back to Zest, and without a moment's hesitation, I leap off the bed and make a dash for the window. My fiery wings burst from my back in a blaze of crimson, casting a warm glow across the room.

"Today is the day you almost caught Captain Blazing Sparrow!" Shooting a mock salute at Zest, I take flight with all the grace and speed a mischievous eight-year-old devil can muster. Ravel claps her hands in gleeful anticipation behind me. Avast, Lil' Sister! Prepare for the most daring escape of your young life.

But Zest isn't one to back down from capturing my elusive self. Without hesitation, she leaps out of the window, her frilly black and white maid's dress fluttering like the Jolly Roger of determination. With the agility of an admiral navigating treacherous seas, she soars through the air, closing the gap between us in seconds.

"Arrr, by the Mother of Lilith!" I exclaim, realizing I might have underestimated her skyfaring skills.

"Not this time, Young Captain," she declares, her voice as firm as a ship's mast but not unkind, as she reaches out to catch me in mid-air. Her grip is surprisingly gentle, despite her incredible speed.

With Zest's expert maneuvering, we touch down softly in the lush garden below, right next to the koi pond. To the amusement of the other maids, butlers, and housekeepers of the Phenex estate. They've become accustomed to my daredevil escape artist skills over the years as well as Zest's equally impressive ability to catch me. It's become a bit of a routine around here, a spectacle to break the monotony of their daily tasks.

As we regroup in the garden, the other staff members exchange knowing glances and chuckles. It's just another day in the Phenex household, where antics and adventures seem to find me at every turn, much to their entertained delight.

"Captain Blazing Sparrow is a slippery one," Zest comments with a hint of playfulness, her bunny ears twitching as if they were sea breezes ruffling her pirate hat. "But even the wiliest of pirates must return to port eventually."

I can't help but grin at her playful response. Zest has a way of turning even my most daring escapades into memorable moments.

As I've grown taller over the years, I find myself able to reach out and pat Zest's ivory hair with a sense of pride. Looking up at her with a mischievous twinkle in my eye, I declare, "Zest, once I get my own ship, I expect you to be my first mate. No one else I'd trust to sail the seven seas with me. Except maybe Sai, he'll beat up Krakens for me, while Kuisha and Latia can keep track of our finances."

Zest's bunny ears twitch in amusement, and she gives me a playful salute, her eyes reflecting warmth. "As you wish, Captain Phenex," she responds in her ever-professional yet endearing manner. "I'll be ready to set sail whenever you are."


Break


Skipping a few years into the future, I've now hit the ripe old age of eleven, while my adorable shadow, Ravel, has sprouted into a lively five-year-old. She's my little sidekick, with her twin drills bouncing as she tails me like a detective hot on the trail of a devilish case. She even throws in some dramatic crying whenever I decide to scale the heights of the mighty trees in our estate, a feat she's not yet ready to tackle. Her wide-eyed curiosity serves as a constant reminder of the immense responsibility I carry as her big brother.

"Come on, Sai!" I declare with the determination of a pirate hunting for buried treasure. My demonic powers crackle around my fist, igniting it in a fiery blaze. "Let's see if you can keep up with Captain Blazing Sparrow!"

Sai flashes a grin, with his sleeveless shirt, his muscles bulging in a show of strength that could rival even the most fearsome sea monster. But as per usual, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. With a swift incantation, I conjure a fiery projectile, hurling it towards Sai with all the gusto of a cannonball fired from a pirate ship. He dances out of its path with surprising grace for a lad of his size, but now I'm far from his reach again.

Here in the sprawling garden of the Phenex estate, Sai and I are locked in an epic magical and physical sparring match. Over the years, Sai has transformed into a veritable behemoth of muscle and might. Frankly, it's not a challenge I'm eager to take head-on. However, my advantage lies in agility and speed, honed to the sharpness of a cutlass.

As the skirmish unfolds, we paint the field with streaks of dazzling magic. Ravel watches in awe, clutching her stuffed plush 'Tako' in anticipation. Flanking her are Kuisha and Latia, now at the ages of thirteen and twelve, respectively. They observe our clash with the intensity of a crew of pirates spotting a distant enemy ship. Despite growing up and developing their own devilish skills, the bonds we formed during our childhood playdates remain as unbreakable as a pirate's code.

And then there's Zest, always present like a vigilant guardian. She's been my mentor in both magic and discipline, a steady hand in my life, and a regular target for my pranks – though, I must confess, she's not my only victim. I've given most of the staff a taste of my mischievous side, especially the newcomers.

Latia and Kuisha exchange impressed glances as they watch the battle unfold. Latia leans over to Kuisha and whispers, "You know, Riser may be pint-sized, but he's got the agility and tricks of a crafty fox. It's like watching a nimble rogue outmaneuver a lumbering giant."

As the magical duel rages on, Ravel can't contain her excitement. She claps her tiny hands, her eyes filled with admiration for her big brother. "Go, Big Bro! Go!" she cheers, her voice ringing with pure enthusiasm. Latia simply titters along, every bit the poised heiress.

Kuisha, on the other hand, plays the loyal cheerleader for Sai, clapping and cheering just as enthusiastically. She can't help but giggle at the friendly rivalry unfolding before her eyes. It's a spectacle that never fails to entertain, and she knows that these moments of camaraderie are the stuff of cherished memories.

As our magical duel continues, it becomes evident that while Sai may have the strength and power, I have the agility and slipperiness of the slimiest of fish. My short stature and low center of gravity serve me well as I dart and weave, dodging Sai's formidable attacks with the finesse of a nimble buccaneer. It's not about overpowering him; it's about outsmarting and outmaneuvering, and I revel in every swashbuckling moment.

However, there's a twist to this duel that even I can't seem to overcome. Sai has this strange white aura around him, like an impenetrable force field. Touki, he calls it, and it effortlessly deflects my fiery onslaught. With neither of us able to land a telling blow on the other, it seems we're locked in another one of our legendary draws. Aye, matey, it's a deadlock once more in the high seas of our spar.

Just as the battle reaches its stalemate, a crew of my estate maids, like a well-drilled fleet, approaches with trays of refreshing drinks and snacks. It's an irresistible sight for a pair of young buccaneers in need of some replenishment. The magical duel immediately grinds to a halt as Sai and I lock eyes on the approaching treasure trove of treats.

"Race!" I declare, my competitive spirit ignited as I launch into a sprint, my youthful energy propelling me forward.

With a burst of speed, I dash towards the refreshments table, grabbing a plate of cookies and a chilled glass of lemonade. But Sai surprises me by deftly dodging the other way, snatching up a plate of sandwiches and a slice of chocolate cake. He then raises his eyebrows at me with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"You've got quicker now eh?"

"Gotta keep up with you, one way or another," he says, a playful edge to his voice.

I chuckle, realizing he's referring to my penchant for unexpected tactics. As we meet in the middle, plates laden with snacks, we share a hearty laugh. Our rivalry might be fierce, but our friendship is stronger.

"Well then you've got to teach me your Touki thing. I can't have you get too far ahead of me."

"Hah! I still think I'm lagging a little, but sure, Riser. I'd be honored."

"Yes, and then you can honor the dirt you'll eat."

Sai grins, accepting my challenge. "We'll see about that."

With sandwiches and cookies in hand, Sai and I exchange a triumphant fist bump, sealing our impromptu race as a tie and sealing our promise to be stronger together.

Then Ravel, carried in Zest's capable arms, clamors for my attention. Her adorable voice chimes in, demanding, "Uppies, Riser! Uppies!"

I can't help but laugh at her cuteness, but I have to decline for her sake. "Sorry, Ravel, I'm all sweaty from our duel. How about Zest gives you 'uppies' instead?"

Ravel's pouty face lasts about as long as it takes for a phoenix to soar across the sky before she perks up with boundless enthusiasm. "Okay!" she exclaims, adjusting to the change of plans like a seasoned diplomat.

Zest, ever the picture of composure, steps in to take on the noble duty of carrying Ravel. Her bunny ears, those mystical relics of the Leporine Clan, twitch ever so slightly, as if they're engaged in a silent tête-à-tête about the good ol' days when she used to ferry me around like royalty.

Meanwhile, our intrepid duo of girls, Latia and Kuisha, spring into action, each gracefully liberating a towel from the observant maids. The maids, of course, are not oblivious to the ever-burgeoning fascination that the girls have developed for Sai and yours truly. They're well-versed in the art of matchmaking through household chores, it seems.

Kuisha sashays over to Sai, towel in hand, offering it up with a playful smile. "Here you go, Sai."

Sai chuckles and accepts the towel. "Thanks, Kuisha."

Latia, not one to be outdone, approaches me with a towel in hand, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "And here's yours, Riser. Wouldn't want to get your pointy hair lose its pointiness."

I chuckle at her theatrics, at this blondie with sparkly blue tips at her golden bangs. "Ah, Latia, your concern for my hair is truly heartwarming. I shall humbly accept your assistance."

The girls watch us like smiling creeps as Sai and I take the towels, we exchange a glance, silently appreciating the bonds we've formed with our friends over the years. With towels in hand, we start wiping away the sweat and grime from our faces and necks, feeling refreshed after our duel and snack race. It's moments like these, surrounded by friends who have become like my extended family, that I treasure the most.

My only hope is that it'll last forever.


Break


The night envelops her like a comforting shroud, its gentle darkness an intimate confidant to her inner turmoil. The moonlight spills its pale glow onto the pages of her diary as she writes, each word a whisper against the backdrop of silence.

Dear Diary,

Tonight, I find myself wrestling with emotions I can no longer dismiss as mere childhood whims.

Mother and Father have always been quite clear about their expectations. Diplomacy is our way of life, and securing the Phoenix Tears would undoubtedly elevate our family's standing among the elite of devil society. It's a practical goal, one that I've trained for since I was old enough to understand the significance of our lineage.

My parents, as they often do, have advised me on a course of action that serves the best interests of our noble family—the Astaroth Clan. They've encouraged me to get closer to Riser, the young Phoenix of the Phenex Clan, a family of great importance. He is someone who has undoubtedly instilled confidence in the Bael who was once known as the Coward.

And so, it was no surprise when my parents suggested that I get closer to Riser, the young Phoenix of the Phenex clan. It's a strategic move, a calculated step to secure our family's standing among the elite of the devil hierarchy. The Phenex clan possesses something that is nothing less than legendary, something highly coveted by every devil with ambition—the legendary Phoenix Tears. These tears are a symbol of healing, of restoration, and in the devil world, they are worth their weight in diamonds.

My mission was clear: cultivate a connection with Riser, win his trust, and in doing so, pave the way for our family to access the coveted Tears. With my elder brother, Ajuka, now a powerful Satan, and the enigmatic Diodora charting his own dubious course, the onus of elevating our family falls squarely upon my shoulders.

But as time passed, something shifted within me. What began as a calculated endeavor to befriend Riser for the sake of familial ambition has metamorphosed into a complex emotion that eludes definition. As if trying to capture a fleeting wisp of smoke with my bare hands.

Riser is no longer just a pawn in my parents' grand scheme. He's become a living, breathing presence in my life, one that I've grown inexplicably attached to. His laughter, so infectious, his impish grin, and the genuine warmth he radiates, the way his eyes light up when he sees us, it's all etched into my heart.

I feel like I'm betraying him. Betraying his trust by approaching him with hidden motives, even though my feelings for him are genuine. It's an emotional puzzle, one with no easy solution. How do you balance the scales of duty and affection, of family expectations and personal desires?

Riser is unlike anyone I've ever met. He's charming and playful, and he has a way of making everyone around him smile. His protective nature, especially toward his sister Ravel, stands as a stark contrast to the interactions I share with my own brothers, leaving me yearning for the warmth and security he effortlessly provides. His laughter, a melody of pure joy, has the power to chase away even the darkest of shadows, and his presence alone is a soothing balm to the soul.

In the quiet of the night, with only the rustling of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl for company, I reflect on the path ahead. I'm torn between my loyalty to my family and the growing realization that my feelings for Riser might be more profound than I can comprehend.

Whatever the future holds, one thing is clear—life has a way of complicating even the best-laid plans. I'm navigating uncharted territory, guided by the uncertain flicker of emotions I can no longer ignore.

Yours,

Latia


To be continued…


I'm sorry, Latia. I'm afraid you have been diagnosed with a severe case of cooties

It's still a bit slicey of lifey, but not without the undertone of something bigger about to come. I think i've covered enough. There's baby Ravel moments, Phenex family moments, Zest moments to stave off Whimsy, and bro moments with Sai as well as hints of blooming romance

I r8 this chapter 8 out of 8

Next stop is the Evil Pieces ceremony — though I'll likely skip this part. What i find boring will be written boringly and it'll be boring for you guys. This isn't a deep dive into the world of dxd, but about the unconventional yet meteoric rise of a kingpin in the making

And my reviews. WHERE ARE THEY?!