A Kiss with the Devil!
Like how every story begins, this one started in a startling darkness.
'Remember…'
"Remember? Remember what?"
'Remember who you are... Remember the blood that runs inside you.'
"Blood? You are not making sense. Wait, first off, who the hell are you? And where the hell am I?! Cause last thing I remember… I was… I was… What was I been doing, anyway?"
'Choices, --. Choices decides the life and death, destiny and design, elevation and demotion of a being. Whatever the case maybe or however it came to be, you have made the choice to accept who you really are and what you are meant to be… So as the last of our race – remember.'
"Dammit, before anything else, why don't you show your face, 'cause I don't think there's going to be much remembering when I don't even know who's speaking to me, is there?"
Soon came the sound of great rumbling resonating across the darkness.
… … The darkness slow receded as two dim orange suns stared down at me… No, those weren't suns…
They were eyes.
Eyes that increased in size until they were over 18 in number, all belonging to various mountainous-sized beings enshrouded in the darkness.
'Remember.' The being whose eyes burned like magma spoke like a thundering deity. 'Remember, who you really are——'
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"Hrrk!!"
With a gasp, I opened my eyes—only to slightly hiss as my head began to throb furiously. Gritting my teeth, I lifted a hand rubbing at one side of my head to mitigate the pain.
"What the hell was that?" I muttered to no one in particular.
That dream, the darkness, and those… Monsters.
But then I paused in my misery as I realized that I wasn't in my room anymore.
Where there was supposed to be a room with clothes strewn around with some of my favorite and 'personal' AVs hidden around was replaced with a luxurious bright room that looked nothing like it and smelled strongly of medicine and antiseptic.
Before I could voice out my confusion about my present location, the door abruptly opened and a woman in a nurse garb entered.
'Whoa not bad, a D huh.' I thought, the painful grimace gone and a perverted wonder was etched upon my face. 'Thank you for the meal.'
It wasn't on Akeno-senpai or Rias-senpai's level by any means, but boy is she big – definitely bigger than Sona-senpai. I almost thanked the gods for bringing me here—wherever this is… Though the keyword would be almost.
A light cough brought a cold shiver to my spine as I realized in horror that the nurse seemed to have known that I had been staring at her bosom since she had entered the room.
'Crap, I'm dead meat.'
Wincing, I prepared myself for a slap or a cold disgusted look, but then the unexplainable happened.
Giggling, the nurse said. "Mr. Motohama."
"Hah… Ye-Yes."
I was absolutely prepared for a slap or insult being thrown my way, but without pause the nurse took my hand checking my pulse and before moving towards my face with a pen torchlight in her hand, so that she could examine my eyes.
"How are you feeling at the moment?"
"Eh…" I looked at her face flummoxed before realizing that she was expecting my answer. "F-Fine. I mean, I'm not feeling strange or anything. Though there's the headache."
Smiling, the nurse nodded proceeding to my other eye.
"That's good. The headache is normal considering how long you had been on that bed…"
"Oh, ok…" I dumbly replied.
Now I want to get this out loud and clear. I am not handsome. Yes, this declaration was a mixture of self-depreciation and life experience from a past trauma.
I wasn't tall. Even though I wore glasses that didn't seem to make me appear like an intellectual. I didn't have a delicate appearance like my school bastard prince 'Kiba Yuuto' nor had a firm build like my brother from another mother 'Matsuda.' Fuck, even Issei could be considered more handsome compared to me.
I was simply… Plain.
Plain old Motohama.
Fuck… Now I'm already going into that dark territory.
Bad thoughts go away.
Anyway, like I said before, I wasn't handsome and this world just isn't fair to those without the physical desirable qualities.
Like for example; women, if a handsome man were to eye them desirably or dare I say lecherously, they were more liable to let them have a look or even in some 'cases' more than a look, which is in stark contrast to boys that weren't of their taste… Namely me.
I'll repeat once again, I am not handsome, this was a mixture of self-depreciation and an experience from a past event so I understood where I stood at the ladies man's totem pole.
The bottom.
Now imagine my surprise when rather than slapping, insulting, or even chiding me. The nurse continued examining me without pause. Heck, I could even swear on my dead pops that she was actually flashing me her boobs just now.
That was goddam weird.
After she was done with all the necessary checkups, I had asked her why I was here in the first place.
"You don't remember?" The nurse said, seeing as I shook my head, her expression turned sympathetic. "You had been found unconscious at the city outskirts, and it had been over 4 days since you were having your beauty sleep."
"Four days…"
My tongue felt dry while my throat parched at the bombshell of information.
Four days?! What I had been doing that took me out of the city in the first place.
Originally, I and Matsuda had planned on going to the beach mainly to feast our eyes on the hot ladies and milfs that would be there due to the summer, but the trip had to be cancelled to due Matsuda's grampa sudden stroke.
With the trip being cancelled and Issei not being around due to some club outing (seriously, screw that betrayer for hanging out with the hotties from the ORC!) I had planned to spend the rest of the holidays gaming, reading manga, watching anime, and porn…
What? It's my life and how I spend it is none of your business.
Ahem…
Anyways, last thing I remember was leaving the house around dusk for an emporium around town due to the fact that there had been a time sale on some goods he had been eyeing.
After that… Blank. I can't remember anything else.
The nurse placed her hand on my shoulder comfortingly.
"You shouldn't stress yourself, that will only be creating for problems and there's your health to consider. I'll prescribe some drugs for you to take since you said that your head is throbbing."
"I hope it's nothing serious."
"No need to worry. You're tried and your body is weak from staying on one position for too long. Just take some glucose medications and soon you'll be good as new."
The nurse pocketed her pen torch on her breast pocket exchanging for a card which she handed to me.
"Here's my card. Call me when you're out, handsome."
"Erm, ok?" I squeaked in bafflement.
With mouth gapping like a baffled baboon, I nodded to nurse who giggled and sashayed her way out.
"Before I forget." The nurse said as she was at the door. "You have a… Ahem, visitor waiting for you. Says he's a close friend of yours."
'That would be Matsuda seeing that the only other male friend of mine is probably busy enjoying the life… Although, why does it seem like she's blushing. Wait a minute, is she also interested in that guy? Is she a nympho or something?!'
With that thought in mind, I nodded at her to allow my friend in before sighing as she left the room.
"God, she's weird. Hot and weird."
Still though, everything is weird when looking at it retrospectively. The amnesia was weird. The nurse is weird. I feel weird.
My hand went to rub the edge of my eyes only to pause upon feeling no glasses. Grabbing my face for confirmation, I craned my head around for my glasses only for my mind to freeze as a question slithered into my mind.
'How am I seeing without my glasses?'
I didn't wear those glasses because it would make me look cool or anything - I actually despise wearing glasses. But if I don't wear them my sight would only be as good as an elderly man.
Which was no good at all.
But that wasn't true at this moment. If it weren't for the fact that I wanted to rub my eyes, I wouldn't have realized that I was not wearing my glasses.
As impossible as it is to admit my sight has been corrected… All without me knowing.
'Dammit, what the hell happened to me.'
Just as I was about sinking into the cesspool which is my thoughts, the door opened as I heard a voice that I (really) never wanted to hear again.
"Yo, Moto-kun."
"!!"
My back was instantly doused in cold sweat.
'It-It can't be…'
The one coming in was certainly a friend - in fact, he could be considered my first and closest friend with every aspect considered. It was just that there was one aspect of him that I wasn't comfortable with.
Opening the door, the boy who entered was exactly how I remembered him only that he was a bit matured.
Now before I continue, do you know about those fanarts about 'Traps', not cosplayers, actual Traps. Boys that looked so much like girls that you had to check the heading to be sure that yes, this is a boy or something.
If yes, then you might get where I am coming from because the boy before me is an actual natural god damn Rank A plus Trap.
He wasn't handsome nor cute nor pretty. He was beautiful - the kind of beauty that makes one to question their sexuality.
He had bright blue eyes which had red highlights at the edge which strangely weren't makeup and lustrous shoulder-length blond locks that went pass a black chocker, and also, he was unsurprisingly dressed in unisex clothes which showcased his rather very 'feminine' figure.
"Ugh… Ryo."
My lips twitched as his smile was making my heart to beat even faster.
'Dammit, not again!'
Allow me to set this straight. I am a heterosexual. I am an avid lover of breasts and ass - a pure Japanese man of culture. Every single evening, I make sure to burst a nut to relive daily stress and I was damn sure that I don't see men the kind of way I see women.
You know, if it were just me then I 'might' have come into the conclusion that it was possible that I might be a bi or something. But no, it's every single one; be they boys or girls they all had a sort of attraction towards Ryo.
In fact, back in Elementary, there was this male teacher that had been arrested because he was Ryo's stalker.
That's how much attraction power he had - both genders aren't safe from his looks…
But that isn't the reason why I'm like this.
Around my first year in middle school where I was meet with a world divide by the jocks, queen bees, goths, and nerds. Ryo stood at the top of school's pyramid. Obvious to say, he was the target of love letters and confessions from 'both genders'.
Ryo had been the school's sweetheart and heartbreaker as he rebuffed all the confessions saying that his heart already belonged to someone… Namely me.
Ok, it may be presumptuous of me saying this, but I always had an inkling of Ryo's intentions towards me… And there was the fact that a normal best friend in my book doesn't try to hold hands and peck you in the cheek at every chance he gets.
I don't even know why Ryo even likes me in the first place.
So yeah… I'm not really good with him.
"What are you doing here?" I asked as Ryo sat beside me tinging the air with a sweet scent.
"Why do you have to put it that way, Moto-kun?" Ryo said, cupping the side of his cheek. "Can't I come see my only friend when he's in the hospital?"
"Urg… It--It's just I'm surprised that you even know I'm here."
"Well that shouldn't surprise you… Considering when I had been the one who brought you here in the first place."
Now that got my attention.
"Really?! Then why didn't that nurse say anything about that. Wait a minute, do you know how I ended up there?!"
"Yup." Ryo said, as he raised a finger to bop my nose. "Just like how I also know the reason behind the change of your physical appearance."
"My appearance?" I slowly said, a sense of strangeness I couldn't comprehend suffused my being. "What's changed about my appearance? Well apart from the fact that I strangely don't need my glasses anymore."
Ryo tilted his head in bemusement.
"Hmm~ so you haven't seen your current appearance? Alright, Moto-kun tell me how do you feel now?"
"What do you mean by that? Wait, what about my appearance has changed?" I said, internally cursing that there was no mirror or any other alternative to see what Ryo is talking about.
"Just answer the question, Moto-kun."
"Fine, I guess. I feel… Better with my eyesight setting itself. There's also this feeling of strength… Of power… Like I'd been juiced up to unimaginable levels…"
I trailed off, as I realized that indeed something had actually changed. My hands, feet, heck my body seemed to have gained more muscle. Turning towards the smirking Ryo, I realized that it wasn't that he had not gained height it was more like I was the one who seemed to have grown taller.
Disregarding Ryo, I raised my hospital shirt and was shocked to see my abdomen had signs of six packs forming. I had never done any form of exercise - except if my running from the Karate girls club could be counted as one.
Seriously this is getting spooky! What the hell happened to me that day?!
(Here's my card. Call me when you're out, handsome.)
"That nurse… She called me, handsome." I muttered as my hand went towards my face. "How do I even look like right now?"
Chuckling at what could presumably be my fretful antics, Ryo snapped his fingers and a large ornate oval mirror sprang into existence.
"!!"
Now, I would like to say I didn't yelp like a girl, but that wouldn't change the truth. But even more than that—more than the magic mirror (?) that manifested out of nowhere, what was more shocking was the image that mirror reflected.
"Oi, Ryo, is that… Me?"
"What do you think, Moto-kun?"
"What do I think?"
The white wavy with black tresses hair very handsome bastard currently emulating my actions feels like me, but, I couldn't open my mouth to say that 'This' is me.
Fuck, the bastard even looked more handsome than that bastard handsome guy, Kiba Yuto.
Waving a hand as the bastard repeated the same motion, I mouthed dumbly. "Holy shit, what kind of plastic supernatural surgery did I sign up for?"
As the mirror dispersed, Ryo left his seat for the bed where I was lying down. It was then I was once again subjected to his now confirmed supernatural beauty.
"So…" I trailed off. "You're a magician, huh."
"Heh, I'm more than that." Ryo replied with a quip—before his face took on a solemn expression. "Here's the thing, Moto-kun. You have a power lurking within you that could, no, would change the course of the world as we know it. Rules will change and Rankings will be rearranged…"
Ryo stretched his hand.
"Take my hand, Moto-kun. I'll show you the mysteries of the world veneered by the one you see now. That power of yours, I'll help you take it and shape it to your desire. As long as you take my hand."
Sighing, I folded my arms. "Honestly, this… Well, everything has just been one heck of a roller coaster; my amnesia and this sudden hot body of mine. And now there's you, my best friend who's a magician-not-magician telling me something about a whole a world…"
There was no need to think any further, is there?
Grasping Ryo's hand, I smiled. "I trust you, Ryo. I can't say I understand what's going on, but as long as you say you're going to help me then I'll trust you."
Closing his eyes, Ryo smiled… And glowed.
It was a radiance that lit up the room, like I was standing before sun - only that this sun didn't burn my eyes. I could faintly see an outline of large wings over sixteen in number spread out.
The luminance died down and my breath hitched as I found even the ability to inhale had elude me. Where Ryo sat had been replaced with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life.
Rank A had been upgraded to Rank EX.
"Now I can finally introduce myself to you." The celestial beauty said cupping my frozen face.
"I am the First Child of the Abrahamic God and Leader of the Devils. I am Lucifer…"
Pearly lips seized mine and sweet tasty tongue slithered in as Ryo, no, Satan huskily breathed. "Here's to our new life, Moto-kun~"
Author's Note,
Originally I wanted to create an OC or an SIOC that doesn't know anything about the DXD world. But then I saw the perfect character just waving around, Motohama, who I would add a thick spice of OCness. I chose him mainly because I can easily include him in the cannon timeline and deviate things with everything spiraling out of control.
I'm basing Motohama's new appearance on Sigurd (Fgo) appearance.
As for the powers, I am making him a half-Ultima (initially contemplated Asura Wrath but even scaled down could still be too high level)
Played FF16, the fights were cool, Bahamut and Odin especially was just fucking Dragon Ball lite. But of course the ending… It's like FF game makers just don't want their characters to gain their ultimate powers without dying – yeah looking at you Noctis, Lightning and now, Clive. So I said fuck that I'm making my own character that gain cool powers and gets to keep them.
There's also the personal fact that I want to pit Eikons vs Heavenly Dragons and Dragon Gods…
This story begins at the beginning of season three when Issei and the ORC had gone to the underworld for training.
There will be Harem and I've chosen the members from DxD, Slash Dog, Takh Op (check out the anime fight scenes are cool), Fate series and Devilman. But note, the Harem would be a slow one. This would be the first fic that I'm deliberately going for a Harem so wish me luck…