Rewritten 17 Sep 2023

Finally watched Eminence in Shadow and goddamn— Cid is a refreshing take. Because he's not edgy, he just wants to live his edgy fantasy. He's living in his own fictional world. Everyone else is just there to be amazed at him and he knows it

Distracted by nothing, knowing nothing but somehow always end up to know everything

What a fucking guy lmao

Hyped for season 2. It's got a fucking hunter from Bloodborne. That, and John Smith shenanigans

〖 Chapter 3 〗

⦕ I Am… Lurking... in the Shadows ⦖

It has come to my attention that I may have landed in the same classroom as a Named Character.

And what's a Named Character, you ask? Well, in a nutshell, they're the folks who actually have names in a story. You know, the important ones. They might not always be the protagonist, mind you; they could be the big bad villain or a fan-favorite sidekick—anyway, you get the picture. Named Characters are the ones who make Mobs (like me) go, "Holy smokes! It's them! The person!"

I've got a sneaky feeling named suspicion that Hyoudou Issei is no longer part of our humble Mob squad. And he's not just any Named Character; he's a rare breed. Why? Well, according to my flawless logic derived from countless movies and novels, Named Characters often stand out like a sore thumb among us Mobs. But this guy? He's blending in better than a chameleon at a rainbow convention.

Or so I thought…

Now that I ponder it, he and his two fellow girl-crazy buddies are like oddballs in this sea of regular dudes... They're seriously off the deep end. They even tried to rope me into being their lookout while they tried to peek into the girls' changing rooms. Specifically, the Kendo Club girls' changing rooms. Naturally, I declined. I'm all for befriending the trio because they're pretty darn hilarious, but there's more to it than that; I thought they were the epitome of perfect Mob characters, and Mobs gotta stick together.

Mobs unite, right?

But alas! Even my calculations can be wrong… sometimes…

And I'm 100% convinced that Hyoudou Issei is no longer a Mob. He's not even at the NPC level. He's no longer a filler character. You know, the kind I, as Cid, aim to be and uphold. Turns out, this 'Cid' fellow is a transfer student at Kuoh Academy, the typical setting for an MC to stumble into. But fear not, Cid Kagenō is no run-of-the-mill MC material.

Now, why am I so sure that Issei has been promoted from Mob status to something grander?

Well, for starters, he was freakin' dead. As far as I'm concerned, dead people don't typically show up at school, hale and hearty. But here he is, flesh and blood, no worse for wear.

I watched the light of life flicker out of him just yesterday. Gruesome, sure, but I don't view this world the same way I did my previous one. The 'me' of my old world, I considered my 'story' done and dusted, and this world and whatever shenanigans are happening here are like the bonus stage. Morality? It's not really on my radar. I'm here to do what I've wanted since I existed as… some guy in my previous world. I can't vividly remember my name or some bleary points in my past, but I don't lose sleep over that stuff.

So, I've categorized people into Named Characters, Mobs, NPCs, and so and so. Edgy? Perhaps. But it simplifies things. It's kinda hard to play chess when you start drawing faces on the pawns and get attached to them.

Anyway, let's circle back to the main point: if that wasn't enough evidence to label Issei as a Named Character, there's also the whole Sacred Gear business. Man, sticking 'sacred' in front of anything automatically makes it twice as cool. Maybe I'll one-up it—Divine Gear, anyone? Metal Gear Rising? Revengeance Device? Eh, I'll figure it out later.

Right now, our guy Issei is in full freak-out mode about his girlfriend-turned-murderer. Apparently, nobody remembers her except for yours truly… I'm not entirely sure why or how, but my memories remain untouched. Maybe they simply forgot me—must be thanks to my perfect Mob act. I've become such a background fixture that whoever's doing the memory-wiping didn't even bother with me. Hats off to me for being the ultimate Mob.

"Look, bud, I know you're desperate—we are too—but this is a bit much…" so says Matsuda, the dude with crop cut that looks more like a soggy tennis ball.

"But I'm not bullshitting!" Issei protests, desperately scrolling through his phone, searching for a picture he took yesterday with that Fallen Angel girl. Whatsherface again? Ray... Ray... Reynault? Oh, whatever. Let's call her Ms. Exhibitionist for now.

Alas, he couldn't find a single one of his pics. Tragedy strikes. "Wh…what the… I… don't get it? I swear I took, like, five of them yesterday?"

Bald dude, Matsuda, pats him on the shoulder sympathetically. "Issei, buddy, let's call it a day. This is getting depressing. We're your pals, and we're the last people you should pretend to have a girlfriend with."

Issei tilts his head, and for a moment, he starts to doubt himself, it seems. "...Huh…? Was it all just a dream?"

"Probably," Motohama, another fellow Mob except with glasses, adds. "A dream so real you thought it was real… I've had dreams like that too… Waking up is pretty… depressing."

Issei sighs and scratches his head. "Man… this blows…"

I guess I should say something as well. "Well, at least it was a pretty wild dream, huh?"

"...Y-yeah… I died at the end though. Got stabbed."

"If you got stabbed and died, then how are you here, Dingus?" Four-eyes has a point. Even I'm starting to think it might've been a dream. But it couldn't have been, right? Right? Why am I the one getting confused here?

Oh well. My brain still aches from trying to process the whole 'Lost Realm' spiel. I'll just nod and pretend to care.

"Kyaaaaa~!"

"Y-Yuuto-senpai!"

Oh boy. Speaking of Named Characters, here comes another one.

Yuuto Kiba.

You can spot him as a Named Character from a mile away. As soon as he strolled into the classroom, not even a second had passed before the girls started squealing and swarming toward him, demanding his babies. Unlike Issei, this guy's got the looks and the brains. He's got that European-like charm, top of his class, athletic—a real-life character straight out of a girls' manga. You can practically see flowers blooming around him wherever he walks. Look at him, flash that smile, and all the girls in the imminent vicinity are swooning.

And, as is the usual case with popular Named Characters like him, he's got his fair share of haters—those unpopular Mobs who wouldn't mind seeing his handsome butt crucified.

That's where we come in. Well, Issei, Motohama, and Matsuda, to be precise. I'm just here for moral support; I've got nothing against the dude.

"Tch— here comes Prince Charming…" Matsuda mutters, ever the spiteful one.

Motohama follows through, "Why's he here out of all the classrooms? Can't he tell he's polluting the air us mere mortals breathe?"

Heh, you fools. Obviously, he's here for plot reasons. What's the plot? I have precisely zero clue, but it's bound to reveal itself. It's the only explanation for why he's here and why he's scanning the classroom as if he hasn't spotted the guy he's looking for.

"Is Issei around?"

Whoop de fucking doo— there it is! Bingo. Yep. Issei's not a Mob anymore. Named Characters shouldn't even notice let alone seek out and talk to a Mob. While all the girls in the room whine and lament the fact that their Prince Charming isn't looking for them but instead another guy, all our eyes turn to see the man of the hour.

"Huh? Me?" Issei points at himself, dumbstruck, before getting all huffy. "What the hell do you want with me? I'm not going with you."

Matsuda eggs him on. "Yeah, Issei. Go tell him."

"President Rias would like to speak with you."

Issei stands up almost in an instant. The guy practically rocketed the moment he heard that name.

"Gladly, much obliged. Please pardon my manners."

"TRAITOR! SARACEN. GO BALD, SHITSTICK." Both Motohama and Matsuda exclaim in vain, watching their friend-turned-traitor leave the classroom with gusto, inching closer to the treasure these two can't possess. I have to play the part too, so I'm yelling as well.

Issei's exit is also accompanied by the wailings of the female students.

Is it just me, or is everyone in this school hilariously dramatic? The girls have returned to their little circles, chatting away about whatever topics had them going before Blondie made his grand entrance. It's almost like they didn't realize they were going absolutely bonkers over him.

Something smells fishier than a seafood market in July, and it's got nothing to do with maritime life. I've got a theory: memory-altering stuff. That Blondie over there? Probably a Fallen Angel too, messing with memories.

Oh, and speaking of oddities, have you seen the length of those girls' skirts? And where are all the male teachers? Are they part of some underground club or secret society? And let's not even start with the Mob characters and their peculiar hair colors. That girl's hair is a shade of bubblegum pink, and that guy's is greener than a leprechaun's dreams. And that gal over there? Her hair's orange-ish, like it's on the fence about being ginger. Are these even real colors? Meanwhile, us dull guys, we're all sporting variations of brown or black, with Matsuda's hair looking like a permanently soggy tennis ball.

I'm chalking it up to otherworldly weirdness. As long as I can carve out my own slice of fun in this bizarre universe, I couldn't care less about the rules.

Well, mostly.

As long as it doesn't crash my Mob life's party, it's all good. Not even a single care to spare. And Issei's transformation into a Named Character? It's a silver lining for me. Now, he's shining like a supernova in a room of dim stars. All eyes should be on him.

Obviously I'm waiting for the perfect moment to reveal Shadow's existence to the… I guess, the supernatural side of things, but now I'm standing at a crossroad. A new 'path' opened up yesterday thanks to the Lost Person thingamajig.

If I take the path of chasing after the "mysterious otherworlder," it means waving goodbye to my gig as the Eminence of Shadow in this world. It wouldn't make sense for a rookie from another realm to outshine me after only a month. Sure, it's the easier option. Less effort, less late-night cramming about the mystical workings of this world. But will it truly satisfy my craving for adventure and intrigue? (Read: my secret chuuni fantasies)

Hell no.

Who do you think I am (as Shadow), some run-of-the-mill side character? A chessmaster never goes for the easy moves! I'll be the Eminence in Shadow come what may, even if I have to start my own secret society to unlock the mysteries of this supernatural realm! While these folks are busy flipping skirts, I'll be flipping stones, unraveling the enigmas of this world one shadow at a time!

…

So here I am, standing at the crossroads of destiny, with a head full of grandiose plans and a name like Styli Shadow to avoid. I've spouted my lofty ambitions, but the truth is, I have no clue what I want to do next.

Priority number one, though, is making sure I don't flub my next introduction as Shadow. The next time that enigmatic persona emerges, it has to be at the most epic, jaw-dropping moment imaginable. I'm talking at least three people and AT LEAST THREE in the room going, "Who the hell is he?" or "How is he so damn powerful?" Anything less, and it's back to the drawing board for my alter ego. Ideally, there should be someone formidable enough to give me "The Nod," you know, that nod of recognition that screams, "This guy means business."

As long as magic courses through this thrilling world, nothing is out of my grasp.

…Damn that was a slick line. 'Nothing in this world is beyond my grasp'. Very appropriate for Shadow.

And speaking of Shadow, I definitely need to up my outfit game for that persona. My usual wardrobe takes me minutes to put together, even if I do it in the Shadow Dimension. I need something magical, something that allows me to slip in and out of it in a flash, preferably with a badass visual effect, like billowing black smoke with violet sparks. Yeah, that's the ticket.

It's time to work on that for the next transformation. Time to level up the Shadow aesthetic.

Break

So, I've decided to lay low for the week – straight to my part-time job at McRonald's and then diving into the Shadow Dimension afterward. Yeah, you read that right, I'm flipping burgers to make ends meet. Money may not buy happiness, but it sure can buy some sweet stuff, and also mostly because I. WANT. MONEY.

But let's not dwell on my financial woes right now; we'll save that sob story for another time. In summary, your boy's scraping the bottom of the piggy bank right now.

Now, here's the juicy part about the Shadow Dimension. When I'm in there, time in the real world moves at a snail's pace. I tested this whole time dilation thing with a wall clock (I ain't got fancy equipment), and it turns out that for every hour I spend in the Shadow Dimension, only a single minute passes in the real world.

Which is, as you may perceive, dope as hell.

It means I can slip in and out of reality faster than you can say "supernatural shenanigans." The possibilities are endless. Picture this: I appear behind my enemy in the blink of an eye, drop a killer one-liner like "too slow" or "you're fast, but not fast enough," and then BAM. I'm gone. As the Eminence in the Shadow, I've gotta create an insurmountable gap between me and whoever I'm up against. They should be left in awe or forced to admit they can't touch me.

The current hiccup is that I have no clue how strong I am compared to the supernatural folks around here. The exhibitionist Fallen Angel from the other day was a pushover, but maybe she's just low-ranking. I need a real challenge, someone to test my powers against.

I was hoping I could test my powers against a bad guy but NOOO. This town has no biker gangs or rampant criminal activity… Hell, I've been here for a bit more than half a month and other than that incident with Hyoudou last week, it has been so ridiculously peaceful. They say it's the calm before the storm, but what if the storm's on vacation or something?

So, here I am, roaming the town at night—well, more like gliding above the rooftops. I'm working on honing my magic control. I can't fly yet, but I can create solid platforms right under my feet. It took a couple of days of falling flat on my face before I got the hang of it.

Once you figure it out, you can mold it into anything your heart desires. I'm still a newbie, though. My magical platforms are basic stuff, but this is just the beginning. Soon, I'll be crafting a badass outfit with it.

The magic in this world is so… what's the word here… raw? Flexible? It's like playdough for the soul. Once you figure it out, you can mold it into anything your heart desires. I'm still a newbie, though. My magical platforms are basic stuff, but this is just the beginning. Soon, I'll be crafting a slick outfit with it, with a billowing cloak and a hood that hides half my face, so I can pull off cool smirks.

Because, seriously, running around the night sky in a trench coat? It's cool and all, but it's also stuffy as hell. I bet it looks so epic, though—a shadowy figure silencing through the air, his dark cloak billowing theatrically despite the lack of any breeze, lit by the vibrant moonlight…!

I can see it in my mind's eye. Just don't ask me to paint it, because I can't. Trust me, I've tried. Fortunately, being an underground mastermind doesn't require artistic talent.

But enough of that. Soon, me. Soon™.

Tonight, I've decided to scrounge around the ruined industrial zone. Apparently, the place burned down years ago, leaving behind the skeletons of warehouses and factories. You'd expect it to be a haven for vandals, but oddly enough, it's mostly untouched. Just soot and ashes among the ruins. It used to house heavy machinery, which I'm sure has been pilfered by looters or seized by the authorities. Still, you never know what treasures might be lurking here. Call me a romantic, but I've always dreamt of stumbling upon some unexpected buried treasure worth a cool million yen.

Because goddammit if I ain't broke.

I swear, the residents of this town are so docile, they'd probably serve a robber tea and ask if they'd gotten lost instead of calling the cops. It's like Pleasantville meets the Twilight Zone.

But let's not dwell on the strange peace of this place. My aimless wandering has finally paid off. I can hear commotion coming from one of the warehouses, tucked away in the far corner of this district. Its strategic location probably saved it from the fiery fate that befell the others. It's relatively small, could maybe fit a commercial airplane if you squint. If I were a kid, I'd claim that place as my secret hideout.

Talking about hideouts; I gotta think—or rather, dedicate—one too in the future. No way in hell I'd let Shadow step in my cheap apartment. Cid and Shadow can't have a single connection between them.

Anyway let's leave all that jazz for later, because I'm getting amped up. The 'clang' and 'bam' coming from the warehouse are without a doubt the sounds of a violent clash, and judging by the erratic mana flow around that place, it's undoubtedly the work of supernaturals.

Time for some sweet action.

Break

In a manner completely uncharacteristic of what one might expect from an Eminence in Shadow, Shadow wormed his way up to the warehouse's roof, his lithe form lying flat as he peered intently through the skylight. The sight that unfolded before him was not one that inspired fear but rather an exhilarating excitement that shook him to his very core.

Down below, amidst the sprawling floor of the warehouse, a supernatural brawl was in full swing. One particular entity grabbed Shadow's attention—it was like something out of a mythological fever dream. The creature had the lower body of a mammoth but the upper body of a curvaceous human woman.

'It's like a centaur that has really let herself go… What's her parents like? A human and a wooly mammoth?'

And as if battling such an aberration wasn't bizarre enough, the woman unleashed a beam of energy from her—yes, her—'WHOA. Did she just fire lasers out of her nipples? …Seriously?'

Engaged in combat with this peculiar adversary was a group of individuals, though it didn't seem like they were taking the threat entirely seriously. Even more intriguing, Cid recognized most of them—well, at least their faces.

The one having a go at the monstrous hybrid was unmistakably Yuuto Kiba.

'Oh, he's pretty fast. Is he faster than me though?'

At that moment, the blondie seemed content to dart around, gracefully evading the monster's powerful strikes and attacks. Shadow, ever the curious one, decided to eavesdrop on their sideline conversation by tuning into the vibrations of the mana in the area, akin to two cans connected by a string.

"...is a Knight. As you can see, his speed and agility are greatly enhanced."

"D-damn… Even my eyes can't keep up with this. I feel like I'm in a shounen anime…"

'Yea no joke, bud,— wait a minute… This voice…? Huh? Hyoudou?' Cid squinted his eyes to focus at the figures standing under the shadow cast by one of the pillars and— 'Well well well. Fancy seeing you here. And next to you is…'

A stunning crimson-haired woman with notably ample assets, further accentuated by her crossed arms, supporting them from beneath. She was clad in the female uniform of Kuoh Academy, he noted, as were the others. Indeed, they were all students from his school, and Cid would have recognized them sooner if he had bothered to remember their names or faces. He was far from the outgoing type.

'...Risa? Risa Gregory I think? Wait, that sounds off…

Because it was. Unless Rias had a name change, Rias was still Rias. Cid was the kind of person that remembers faces, not names.

'Now who's the midget here…'

White haired. Short. Flat. And yet she could easily lift the monster that was the size of a small house with ease, thanks to her 'powers' from the 'Rook' piece.

A fact that Shadow simply scoffed at.

Borrowed powers were no true powers.

.

The 'fight' had dragged on for what felt like an eternity, more akin to a lecture than a true battle. Yet, Shadow didn't mind. In fact, he welcomed the opportunity to gather information about these supernatural beings, their roles, and their peculiar terminology. Words like 'Devil,' 'Stray Devil,' 'Evil Pieces,' 'Knight,' 'Rook,' 'Queen,' and 'Pawn' were thrown around, all reminiscent of the popular board game that had seen a surge in sales due to a TV series in his old world.

Cid had taken an interest in that game as well, not because of the TV series, but because he assumed Shadow must have Shadow-esque hobbies. Playing the piano was one of them, and chess was another. Regrettably, he had been so absorbed in his Mob life that he hadn't attained the title of Master or any other lofty rank in the world of online chess.

'Devils, eh…? So blondie's not a fallen angel… Hyoudou's also one of them as well, a Servant at that… Bit weird choice of word but whatever.' If it were up to him, he'd picked 'Associate'. It sounded more formal and therefore cooler. 'Hmm… Are they enemies with the fallen angels? Or do they just coexist and simply tolerate each other's presence? And what about the angels? Any angels around?'

As the 'lesson' neared its conclusion, Shadow positioned himself by the skylight, his (fake) crimson eyes laser-focused on the fierce battle below. His fingers tingled with anticipation, and a sly grin crept across his face as he readied himself for his grand entrance.

'A clean sweep~' echoed in his mind as he envisioned the dramatic moment. He would shatter the glass with flair, descending upon the scene like a shadowy avenger. His magic-infused crowbar would find its mark, plunging straight through the stray devil's head, throat, and lungs—a symphony showcasing Shadow's brutal efficiency and elegance.

It was a brilliant plan, at least according to him. As long as it made him look good, it was a good plan as far as he was concerned. Consequences be damned; he could handle those.

Yet, just as he was about to execute his flawless plan, the Stray Devil's head was unceremoniously severed from her shoulders. Her body slumped lifelessly, the female humanoid head rolling to a corner, eyes wide open. She was dead before she even realized it.

Thus, Cid expressed his disappointment eloquently in his mind, 'You're shittin' me. Who's writing this goddamn scene?! I did! How dare you steal my spotlight!'

Fuming, livid, scathing, Shadow nonetheless kept his composure and let Cid do the fuming bit in his mind. Shadow should never lose his cool even in the face of the unexpected, which was truly the reason why Shadow retained a cool demeanor despite the smoke of frustration oozing from his head.

It became apparent that it wasn't the stray devil who had disrupted his scene, for they too appeared baffled.

"...if that was neither of us," Shadow listened to the voice of Busty Redhead, Rias Gremory—or at least that's what he dubbed her. "then who did?"

Emerging from the shroud of darkness, the figure of a woman took deliberate steps, unveiling her presence to the dumbstruck and highly alerted devils. In a cruel twist of fate, she stole Shadow's coveted spotlight.

With each measured stride, she walked into the dim lunar glow filtering through the skylight. The echoing tap of her wooden sandals on the cold factory ground sounded like a distant drumbeat, sending shivers down the spines of those fortunate enough—or unfortunate enough—to witness the unfolding scene. As the woman inched closer to the ethereal light, her features became distinct.

Draped in a flowing black kimono that bled seamlessly with the shadows, she revealed herself to the devils. The fabric whispered its approval as a gentle breeze swept through, and mystical purple flames danced around her, giving her a rather intimidating air and consequently making Cid envious as hell, but at the same time, also inspired him to up his ante should his moment ever arrive.

A murmur of surprise and fear rippled through the devils, who recognized her immediately.

"You… Kuroka…" Rias remarked, her tension bleeding to her voice.

"N-Neesama…!"

"Hello there, sister~"

Kuroka, the embodiment of feline grace and ferocity, emerged from the depths of darkness. Her lithe form was adorned with a black kimono. The moon's luminance played upon her golden feline eyes, aglow with a predatory brilliance that hinted at both danger and fascination.

Whispers of her name, Kuroka, spread through the air, spoken in hushed reverence by those who knew of her legendary persona. She was a mythical being, a living enigma with a past as veiled as the night itself. The atmosphere seemed to shimmer with an almost tangible anticipation, as if the very air bore the weight of her reputation.

And at that moment, Cid's envy had been replaced by curiosity, 'Catgirls exist too? Huh. How many races are there in this world? Any wolfgirls around? What about mermaids? Aliens? Any aliens?'

But returning to the matter at hand, beneath the silken cascade of raven hair framing her face, her distinctly feline ears twitched with heightened awareness. The moonlight seemed to single her out, highlighting her with an ethereal radiance, as though the universe had conspired to acknowledge her presence, much to Cid's seething annoyance.

In that suspended moment, Kuroka bestowed a tightlipped smile upon the devils, a smile so simple, yet one that effortlessly sent shivers down their spines.

"Why… Why are you here? Have you been following us?!"

"Why? Do I need to have a reason to see my sister?" Kuroka whirred as she extended her hand toward the group. "Shirone-nyan~ let's go."

"If she wishes so, then I'll allow it. We're not keeping her against her will, Kuroka. Your sister is safe with us."

"Safer with me than you," Kuroka retorted. "Come, Shironyan. You don't have to stay with these people anymore. Be free like me, no?"

"Life as a criminal is hardly a life of freedom."

"Oh but I'm free to do anything I want."

"As long as you don't get caught."

"I happen to be slippery~ cat-like and whatnot… But what I am not is patient. So… Hand her over, Devils. I won't ask twice."

She received her answer soon enough. Koneko anxiously hid behind Rias.

"There you have it. She's staying with us. Her family."

That flared the anger in her. Kuroka clenched her fists. Her gaze flicked to each member of the peerage, her amber eyes holding a concealed mix of anger and desperation. "I finally found you," she declared, her voice edged with a hint of desperation. "I'm not leaving without her nyan~"

Akeno, the second entry in the busty girls lineup, gracefully stepped forward, her gentle smile belying the sparks of electricity crackling around her hands. "Koneko-chan has told us about you, Kuroka-san. She's grateful for your concern, but she's found a family here. We won't force her to leave… and neither should you."

There was hostility in their could feel the rising hostility, and Cid inched even closer to the skylight, his anticipation growing. The heightened tension suggested an impending showdown, and a skirmish would provide him the perfect opportunity—a chance at redemption!

'Now hurry up and start duking it out, dammit! So I can swoop in and steal the show! I don't wanna get blueballed here!'

To be continued…

Get cockblocked, Cid. Next chapter for sure you'll have your perfect dynamic entry

Cid really is a sociopath. Canonically and here, so don't expect him to show sympathies or empathize unless it's beneficial for him. He's here to live out his fantasies and have mad fun goddammit, and have mad fun he shall, and be the best mob around

Mobs together pog. Repeat after me. Mobs together pog. :moggers:

And who do you think I am? Following DxD's storyline? BAH. No. I want Kuroka. I want Delta. I want Kuroka and Delta. I want to write the two of them going cats and dogs at each other and more shennanigans. Can you see it? Kuroka tossing a frisbee or a bone to get rid of Delta, or Delta stealing Kuroka's yarn, or randomly bark at her because Kuroka's part cat

It's perfect. Perfect I tell you.

I went overboard with Kuroka's introduction because that was how Shadow saw it. He envisioned her entrance to be as cool as shit, and i hope you did too at least

And lastly, there will be a harem for sure, but just like canon, Cid isn't the kind of guy that's interested in that sort of thing, and he'll be denser than a blackhole because he's socially inept. so it'll be a one-sided harem. heresy, i know, considering this is dxd, but that's also what makes Cid/Shadow stands out amidst the sea of garbage MCs. guy knows what he wants and just goes for it full stop no brakes

I hate to say this, but he's sigma male incarnated

REVIEW GODDAMMIT. ALLAH WILLING, I WILL POST THE NEXT CHAPTER WITHIN A WEEK

If you're confused as to what to say, just tell me what you like most during the chapter, thereby i can add more of the same scenes with different flavor. stroke my ego a little here. throw me a bone