Blue Spearman of the Crimson Wind Chapter 1 – Devil's Pact
Here is a new idea from the deep, dark and all around disturbing place known as my mind for the rosters of stories that you bakas are probably not even going to review until I yell at you for it… In this nice little story, I have decided to make a crossover between Harry Potter and High School DxD where Harry makes use of an ancient and forgotten ritual held by the goblins that allows the user to be reborn, because personally I don't like how the life of the savior of magical Britain ended up.
Seriously. He got stuck with the worst sort of crap from his peers, mentors and the ministry simply because they wished to make a martyr out of him in a war that Dumbledore and his lousy little club could have taken care of if they had been serious about real life and not held back against the 'redeemable' Death Eaters, and then he gets stuck with his most clingy fangirl almost directly out of school upon killing the snake faced fuck.
As I was saying, for the basic gist of this story, Harry grows tired of the constant shit piled onto him by the population of the Magical World and all of the wizards and witches constantly chasing after him to become Mrs. Potter or take the fortune of the famous Potter family for themselves. And so, Harry goes to the goblins and enacts an extremely old and forgotten ritual that would probably be deemed dark by the Ministry just like most of the old school stuff to give him a new life away from the constant crap where he would be reborn into a new family…
He just doesn't know that it didn't mean his family had to be human per say…
Lastly as mention, he will be reborn as the older brother of Rias Gremory by ten years and I'm not going to spoil too much for you gakis, so read to find the rest out.
I don't own Harry Potter, nor do I own High School DxD. Please review when you are done reading.
Eleven years after the Battle of Hogwarts
Some people might call what Harry Potter, Savior of the Magical World of Great Britain, was experiencing a mid-life crisis despite only being in his late twenties.
Harry himself…? Well he decided on calling it a living nightmare. He woke up almost every morning to find out that somebody had once again broken into his home, whether it be an overzealous fangirl, a-and he shuddered at this-a fanboy, or worse yet, a worker of the Ministry trying to find where he hid the three Hallows. The concept of personal space and politeness was something the twenty-eight year old Boy-who-Lived very much missed; something the masses of fans he had to deal with, who mobbed him each time he tried to go outside, didn't understand…
At least his Uncle and Aunt had understood the idea despite the abuse they gave him for years…
It had gotten to the point where he often used spells upon entering his house in a habit to scan for intruders that may have broken into his home after he had found two Hogwarts sixth year schoolgirls and one of his Ministry co-workers naked in his bed after coming back from work as an Auror one day.
While the Potter heir was proud to say that he was a straight and hot-blooded male that once scored a threesome with Tracey Davis and Daphne Greengrass from the Slytherin House of his year, and as such could appreciate the sight of a nude female body. The Boy-who-Lived also had a deeply ingrained respect for women and as such wasn't a fan of the idea of people he had never met trying to get into his pants simply because of his fame.
However the worst part of this living nightmare in his eyes was the fact that the people he had seen as friends had also tried to use him!
First there had been his ex-best friend Ron, who had supposedly been his best friend since day one due to their meeting on the train that had-as Harry found out later-been orchestrated by Dumbledore, and had been spreading exaggerated stories about his 'adventures' with the famous Harry Potter, when most of the time the cowardly ginger had often been nowhere to be seen or done anything when there was danger and had even left Hermione and Harry to fend for themselves for the most part on the hunt for Voldemort's soul pieces just because they weren't living it up in high style.
Basically he pulled a Gilderoy Lockhart…
And got decked in the face in retaliation when he pushed Harry too far…
He had even once dated Ginny Weasley up until the end of his disaster of a seventh year in the outdated Hogwarts, where the over-exuberant fangirl had all but demanded for his hand in marriage the day after the Battle of Hogwarts, declaring to the world that it was their destiny to become husband and wife because of the times she fantasized about when she was younger and the marriage contract that Dumbledore and Mrs. Weasley had apparently written up for the two of them.
That contract had caused him to drop most of his contact with the Weasley family, save for a few, after he found out about it and destroyed all evidence that it had existed with help from the goblins…
He had to stay in the form of one of his co-workers for three days using Polyjuice potion given to him by the only Weasley he was truly friendly with, George, in order to make sure that the binding aspects of the contract could not seek out his magic and cripple him because of the stipulations inside said contract.
He only really talked to Arthur and George since Arthur was more interested in the mundane side of humanity than stealing from the younger male and George simply wanted to run his Joke shop in memory of his beloved twin.
Charlie was more interested in raising the dragons of his reserve while Bill was happy just being married to Fleur, with the almost-werewolf husband and Veela wife often going on archeological digs together.
The only ones out of their entire group that hadn't used the tired Potter heir happened to be Hermione, who like him had gotten dead tired of Ron's boasting and had ended their friendship with a high note of giving him a phobia of doorknobs via a curse that would make every doorknob he touched turn into a spider that would then sing the Bohemian Rhapsody song; Luna and Neville who had gotten married right out of school and ran the Quibbler/Herbology shop; and George Weasley, who he often helped run his and his late twin, Fred's dream Joke shop.
Yes, Harry Potter was famous from birth and a national hero for defeating and killing one of the most powerful Dark Lords since the time of Morgan Le Fay and Merlin, but the simple fact was that Harry was dead tired of the way he was treated by the society of magicals time and time again.
In a term, he absolutely hated it.
For years he had decided that he would travel around the world, only sometimes returning home, in order to look for something to give him a way out of the constant trap that was his life, something to give him a long reprieve from the stupidity of the magically inclined.
It had taken him the past seven years to track down something that could help him and possibly give him a new life…
An absolutely ancient ritual that had long since been forgotten by the current magical society, that would have been lost in the ending of the final dynasty of Ancient Egypt had the goblins that now held onto it not been paying attention to the decline of the once great empire.
A ritual that once used would allow him to be reborn into a new body and to have a new family. Now he could only hope that when he got his new body through the ritual he had found that it would give him a new lease on life not dictated by fools and inbred morons.
Current Time; Gringotts Bank
He walked with a purpose through the large, leaning white bank of the goblins with his hair died a dirty blond and his faded scar hidden by a non-magical baseball hat. So long as he acted like he belonged and didn't attract attention from one of his so-called fans, then nobody would question his presence and/or wouldn't pay any attention that he didn't want to him.
"What do you want, wizard?" The irritated goblin in charge of the potions management in the bank growled out as he recognized one of the people that broke into the bank over eleven years ago during the war between the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters.
"Let's talk, Lord Goblin," Harry said as he took a seat opposite of the slightly annoyed goblin. "If we come to an agreement, then perhaps you will come out of this day several thousand galleons richer."
That certainly perked the interest of the goblin. The thing you should always know about the goblin races, was first, that they were a proud race and you should never insult them on the pain of one of them grabbing a sword and dismembering you painfully, and second that they were very greedy and would swindle you out of more money if they find an opportunity to do so.
"Go on."
"I have need of a certain reincarnation ritual that would give me a new body and a new life as somebody else," the last Potter said as he kept eye contact with the goblin he would be working with, seeing understanding pass through the creature's eyes and knowledge of what said ritual was…
Especially considering there was only one known in the world that would do like the Potter was asking for…
"You do realize that you will most likely not even remember who you were if you use this ritual, correct?" The goblin asked with a perked eyebrow, curiosity covering his wizened face at the idea of the most famous wizard in the current era seeking to be reborn in such a manner. "Your previous life would be forever wiped from the recorded memory of your soul and there is no way to recover it or return to who you were once the ritual is activated."
"Thank you for the concern," the Boy-who-Lived replied, getting another cocked eyebrow at his response. "I wouldn't have come here if I didn't intend to leave my life and everything I know behind… You could say that I honestly have no use for it anymore."
"Very well," the goblin said as he released a sigh and hopped down from his spot behind the desk. "If you know about this ritual as you imply, then you should automatically know that this is a very risky and most likely considered 'Dark' ritual… though now that I think about it, finding a ritual or spell from the olden days that isn't automatically labeled dark by those idiots in the Ministry of Magic is near impossible these days."
"I don't care how risky it is," the twenty-eight year old son of Lily and James Potter said as he followed the goblin from the office. "It's not like I intend to return to this life anyways and I could care less about what the morons in charge think about this when they've already ruined my life with their past decisions."
"Good," the goblin potion-master said as he waved off the young wizard. "Come back by this time next week, and I'll have the ritual room prepared for you. Just remember to ask for Skarro when you come."
He nodded and left the bank after giving Skarro over three hundred Galleons and giving half of the entirety of the Potter/Black fortune to the goblin nation, surprising and nearly giving the goblin in charge of the bank a heart attack at the decision.
It was time that he got as far out of reach of the magical society and his fans as he could… even if it meant giving up his life as the boy-who-lived to become someone unknown.
Two Weeks Later
Within a week of Harry Potter enlisting the use of a forbidden ritual through the goblins, the corpse of the young 'Master of Death' was found in his living room by a now very traumatized fangirl that had broken into his home to show her love i.e. stalk her idol and a massive funeral was held for the greatest hero of the modern magical era that was attended by millions of magicals from all across the world; from each and every Pureblood family of Magical Britain and the neighboring countries to nearly every first generation and half-blood from all across Europe that he had inadvertedly saved from the purist extremists under the Dark Lord Voldemort.
What nobody but the goblins and a certain few would ever find out was that the goblin nation had absorbed well over half of the Potter/Black fortune, which consisted of over thirty billion Galleons, and Hermione Granger along with the Lovegood-Longbottom family and the owner of the Weasley Joke shop had all grown much richer from an anonymous transfer from an unknown benefactor.
The Deathly Hallows that the Ministry so coveted and wished to obtain from the young Potter would forever be lost to the Magical World as a final act of defiance leading Harry to scatter them around the world in places that would never be expected to hold such important artifacts.
The Underworld; July 31, 1980 (13 years before the birth of Rias and 30 years before the start of High School DxD canon)
In the mansion of the Gremory House of the Seventy-Two Pillars of the Underworld, a beautiful woman that appeared in her early twenties was breathing heavily from the exertion she faced from the practice of giving birth. Despite in truth being several hundred years old, she was an extremely beautiful woman that had a buxom figure many women of the world would be jealous of with a light skin tone and violet colored eyes. She had light brown hair that fell down to her mid-back, with an ahoge sticking out from the top of her bangs that were currently framing her face as the sweat from her exertion caked her in the soothing, cool bodily fluid.
This woman is Venelana Gremory nee Bael, the lady wife of Zeoticus Gremory, the Lord of the Gremory clan and the younger sister of Alek Bael, Lord of the Bael clan; and the woman was currently in a white bed gown with her beautiful legs spread wide open while giving birth to her second child, who would become the newest member of the Gremory clan of Devils.
It could be seen as a miracle by many of the women of the world that she was still able to keep such an amazing figure despite already giving birth to her soon-to-be eldest son Sirzechs, who had become the current Lucifer of the Underworld after the civil war between the New and Old Satan factions. But then again, she was of the Underworld's Devil race and such a thing was child's play to the genetically superior and near immortal beings compared to the human race.
"One more push milady, just one more," Grayfia Lucifuge, the wife and personal maid of her son Sirzechs, said as the crown of the Gremory's newest child peeked out from the woman's swollen vagina.
Her response from her mother-in-law was an evil glare and the extended crushing of her husband's hand in her grip becoming much worse than it was already, making Grayfia hope that the birth of her own child sometime in the future, should Sirzechs ever get her pregnant, wouldn't be as painful as Venelana was making it look.
"It's a boy!" The strongest Queen of the Underworld declared as with a final push from the overtaxed mother the newborn baby popped out of the older she-devil's abused womanhood, getting a groan of relief from Venelana… and a happy whimper from Zeoticus as she finally released his shattered hand that had been in her titanic grip for the past seven hours.
After the maids finished cleaning the newborn and his umbilical cord was snipped, the child was carried over to the Matriarch of House Gremory with the newborn baby boy swaddled up inside a red blanket.
"A boy, Lady Venelana," Grayfia said with a smile as she handed the bundle to his mother, getting a smile of happiness that only a mother could pull off from the tired and strained she-devil.
The boy was already blessed with a tuft of crimson-red hair that was a signature feature of the Gremory clan, with the newborn having the same light skin as herself and her eldest son. His red eyes were however vastly different from that of his older brother and parents, his father and brother possessing blue-green eyes while his mother possessed a vibrant purple, getting twin gasps of wonderment from the parents.
"So what should we name them?" Zeoticus asked as he returned to her side after having one of the maids cast a healing spell on the crushed and powdered bones of his hand, the crimson haired devil taking in the appearance of his newborn children with a calm, yet happy smile on his face.
"Hmm," Venelana hummed as she stroked the now sleeping child on his cheeks in thought, secretly marveling at the softness of the baby's cheeks. "How about we name him Zaratras? After that druid you befriended after he saved your life from those zealots in France during the Hundred Years War."
Zeoticus smiled sadly at the name of his old friend who had long since passed away and kissed his wife on the forehead before leaning over and placing his still functioning hand on the top of the boy's head. "That sounds like a wonderful idea. Welcome to the family, Zaratras."
Seven years later; August 4, 1987
"This way Zaratras!" Came the voice of an excitable child that echoed amongst the large gardens of the Gremory mansion's gardens.
"Hey! Wait up Rumpel!"
The two young boys that were shouting at each other as they raced through the maze of the Gremory family's garden were Zaratras Gremory, youngest son of Lord and Lady Gremory and one of his two best friends and cousin, Rumpelstiltskin Bael, the only son of Lord Bael's youngest sister.
Both of the hyperactive children were laughing with wide grins on their faces as they ran through the long corridors of the Gremory family garden maze, where many the family gardeners were clipping away at stray leaves and branches.
Leading the charge in the game of tag which would likely later spiral into the usual Old vs New Satan Factions game they liked to play where they would emulate the opposing sides in a mock battle, was a seven year old boy with lightly-tanned skin and violet eyes similar to Lady Venelana. His neck length hair was black and slicked back to reveal his angular face that held his inquisitive violet eyes while he wore a black t-shirt with the Bael family crest on the back and a pair of cargo shorts that were once red and now had the bleach of several different food colorings imbued upon it.
This was Rumpelstiltskin Bael, only child of Lord Bael and Lady Gremory's youngest sister, Morgana Bael.
Following behind him was his best friend and cousin Zaratras Gremory, who had the same skin tone as most of the Bael family, but in return bore scarlet red eyes and the signature crimson hair of the current Lucifer's family. This child was wearing a dark green shirt that bore the crimson runic crest of the Gremory on his right and left sleeves, while also sitting in the middle of his chest like a coat of arms on a knight's armor. On his lower body, he wore a pair of running pants that his older brother had gotten for him on his previous birthday and a pair of sneakers from the human world.
The two were quick to dart around the carefully tended maze as some of the servants that worked on making it as beautiful as ever, stopped and gave smiles at the sight of the children having fun. The cousins and their friend Riser, whenever he was allowed to come over, always enjoyed running about the estate and playing about in the outdoors.
Without taking a second of thought when Zaratras finally gained on him, Rumpelstiltskin let his demonic wings burst from his back and he quickly flew up onto the branches of a tree before turning back to stick out his tongue and pull down his bottom eyelid in his cousin's direction.
"Hey!" Zaratras whined out as he glared out at his cousin, "We said no flying! You know I'm still learning to fly!"
"Come on Zaratras," Rumpelstiltskin mocked the other boy from his position in the tree as he stared down at his cousin with his usual smirk on his face. "You know the theory behind it, just bring your wings out and fly to me. It's not like you don't know how to flap your wings."
Zaratras just glared at his cousin for what he knew to be teasing and turned away to pout much like his older brother making the other devil roll his purple eyes. His Gremory cousin was often times always so dramatic like his older brother or their friend Riser and liked to make a fuss over small problems.
"What's wrong little Zara?" Rumpel goaded his cousin with his infuriating smirk and flicked a pebble he had in his pocket down at the other boy. "Why don't you come up here and get me? Or is it too high for the scaredy cat?"
"Shut up!" Zaratras yelled as he began climbing up the tree towards his ever annoying cousin. "I'll show you!"
Rumpelstiltskin just laughed and flew to a high branch out of the other child's reach as soon as Zaratras made it to the branch he was on, before putting his finger on his chin in a thinking position and mockingly said. "I thought you were going to catch me, lil' Zara."
"Grr!" Was the answer he received from the red haired devil child before Zaratras began climbing even further up the large tree to get at the other boy who was just smirking in an infuriating manner.
Their fun was unfortunately cut short when upon reaching the third branch to catch Rumpelstiltskin, the branch that the Gremory had grabbed onto snapped and Zaratras felt fear as he became weightless in the air for a moment before he began falling from the high height.
Rumpel's laughter immediately stopped as his violet eyes widened at the sight and immediately stretched his arm out in terror to catch his falling cousin. "Zaratras!"
Instead of catching his falling cousin, both boys were startled to see Rumpelstiltskin's arm become consumed by an aura of black energy with a red outline before an orb of the energy blew from his outstretch hand and raced past the Gremory heir.
Falling the rest of the way to the ground, Zaratras let out a gasp of breath as the air of his lungs was expelled from his body on impact with the softened ground and felt a slight pain in his back as a terrified Rumpel hurriedly flew down from his branch towards his cousin, neither noticing one of the maids run inside to get Zaratras' parents.
"Oww… that hurt," Zaratras groaned just as his cousin landed next to him and knelt at his side before helping him sit up.
"You okay Zaratras?"
"Yeah," the crimson haired boy groaned out before looking at his cousin. "I'm good, what was that thing you did though?"
"I…" Rumpelstiltskin began as he looked at his hand, wondering where that aura had come from. "I don't know…"
"That would be the Power of Destruction," a voice said from behind the two, making the young devils twirl around to find Zaratras' mother standing behind them with a worried Grayfia just behind her.
"Mother/Auntie Venelana!" The two seven year old devils exclaimed at the sight of the beautiful woman, her face bearing a smile at the sight of her son being alright. Though it had been seven years since Zaratras' birth, the Gremory Matriarch didn't look a day older than when she had given birth to the young boy. With a smile she looked from face to face as they grinned back up at her. "Now would you mind telling me about what happened out here?"
Nodding, both devils eager to please the beautiful she-devil, Zaratras and Rumpelstiltskin eagerly retold the epic tale of their chase through the house and gardens to where they came to the tree, with both boys filling in spots the other had missed.
Finally when they finished with Zaratras falling and the orb of reddish black energy, Venelana gave a smile and nodded her head. "It's like I thought," she said as she looked over at her nephew. "Rumpelstiltskin, it would seem that you have awakened the Bael clan's Power of Destruction. Your uncle and mother will be very happy to learn that you've activated it."
Looking towards her son with a smile, she gave Zaratras a pat on the head before speaking. "As for you Zaratras, we can start working on getting you to bring it out so that you can do it too, just like your big brother and Rumpelstiltskin."
"Really?" Zaratras asked with sparkles in his eyes at the idea of learning to use the awesome power of his mother's clan.
"How about we get started after I contact my brother and sister?" Venelana said before looking over at her daughter-in-law who was standing quietly behind them.
"Yeah!"
Several Hours Later; Gremory Mansion Dining Room
"So Rumpelstiltskin-chan activated his Power of Destruction today?" Sirzechs Lucifer, eldest son of Lord and Lady Gremory and current Lucifer of the Underworld, asked as he sat at the dining table with his parents after his younger brother had run off to play with his Pawns Enku and Beowulf once dinner had ended.
"Yes, his mother will be so proud," Venelana said with a smile as she recounted the day she had spent with the two boys showing Rumpelstiltskin how to use his power while at the same time awaken Zaratras' own ability. "Though it seems that it won't awaken for Zaratras just yet; after the boys explained what had happened with Zaratras falling and the ball of energy Rumpelstiltskin fired, I took them outside to help them work with it. Rumpelstiltskin simply absorbed everything I was saying and is already making large balls of the power while Zaratras couldn't activate it for some reason. I think it might just take a couple more days of training for him to manifest it though, perhaps less if you could help him with that Sirzechs."
"I would love to," Sirzechs said in a happy manner that just amused his parents to no end, the younger Gremory male always showing the world the full extent of the Gremory family's affection for one another when it came to his younger sibling. "I'll try to come early tomorrow to work with him once breakfast is over to see if I can help him awaken it."
"And give you a good reason for why you are ditching your paperwork yet again so Grayfia doesn't scold you, isn't that right Sirzechs?" Zeoticus said with a smirk on his face at the paling of his son from the mentioning of his strict, yet sexy, maid of a wife and her tendency to force him to complete all of his paperwork… he swore the things bred like rabbits when he wasn't looking. "I hope she accepts it more than your previous ones…"
"Maa, maa," Sirzechs said to wave away the thought of his terrifying wife and the painful memories of what she could do when kneeling behind him with her hands clasped together with her pointer and middle fingers sticking out. "She'll accept it, I mean, why wouldn't she? I'd be helping my most precious little brother Zara-tan become strong like me! That's a lot better than being stuck doing the stuffy as hell paperwork!"
Zeoticus and his wife just chuckled as they slowly stood up from the table at the sight of their irritated daughter-in-law standing behind their oblivious son with a blue aura of demonic energy surrounding her figure. "Well, I hope that proves true son, and hopefully it won't be too painful…"
With that they walked out of the room, leaving a confused Sirzechs to wonder why the conversation had been cut short before he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and the Super-class Devil slowly turned his head to see the cold eyes and expressionless face of his lovely, lovely wife staring down at him with the promise of pain.
Turning back to look at the door that had just closed with a click he knew to be the lock, he sighed, "You guys suck…"
Outside in the hallway, Venelana and Zeoticus both giggled when the screams of pain and begging for mercy started coming from their eldest child began.
The next few days mostly ended the same as the first time they had tried to bring the Power of Destruction out of Zaratras as Sirzechs came by time and again to try to get his precious Zara-tan to unlock the Power of Destruction, either with or without his wife's permission, only for it to fail each and every time, producing no results except for an exhausted Zaratras and a very confused Lucifer.
"Come on, you can do it Zara-tan," Sirzechs cheered for his brother as they came to the end of the second week since Rumpelstiltskin had displayed the Bael clan's power of destruction and been taken into training by his uncle. "You can't hope to awaken your Power of Destruction if you're not concentrating."
However his only response from the seven year old child was huffing and puffing as he gasped for air from the exertion he was putting forward. The brothers were currently standing in the main training ground of the Gremory estate. In the far distance was a lonely tree that Grayfia had kindly grown with some magic for target practice.
"I'm trying big brother!" The younger of the two Gremory complained with a wheezing gasp as he stood back up and placed his hands in the position his brother had showed him at the beginning of the two weeks of training. Quickly a rather large red aura of demonic energy began radiating off of his body as he concentrated and tried to create the same ball of red and black energy as he remembered his brother and mother demonstrating.
However nothing happened for the next few minutes of concentration before the tired boy gave a gasp and collapsed to the ground in a tired and sweaty heap from once again overexerting his small, yet powerful amount of demonic energy for the past five hours.
Briefly looking away from his younger brother, Sirzechs sighed as he turned towards the large mansion behind the two of them, looking towards the window where he sensed their mother to be watching from alongside the annoyed presence of his uncle Alek Bael, the Lord of the Bael clan. The Satan sighed again as he felt a pang of sympathy for his beloved younger brother and wished despite the growing truth of things, that the young boy could manifest the powers he had inherited from his mother's clan. However from the repeated failures despite the unlocking of Zaratras' rather large demonic energy, he knew now that it just wasn't going to happen.
"Let's get you to your room kiddo," Sirzechs sighed out as he looped his arms under his brother's legs and back before carrying the younger devil up towards the mansion, the Satan Lucifer already feeling the aura of smug disdain coming from his uncle as the man watched them return to the house alongside his sister.
As Sirzechs predicted, behind the window of a music room facing the training field, its occupants were currently watching as the second son of the Gremory clan failed once again in the past few hours to activate the gift of the Bael. Next to Venelana sat her elder brother Alek Bael, current lord of the Bael family and one of the many 'power is everything' people that occupied the Underworld.
Alek is a tall and very handsome man with shoulder-length dark brown hair and he had violet eyes just like his sisters. He was very well-built with a muscular build that was mostly hidden by a purple silk dress shirt except for the top part of his chest and he wore a pair of black leather pants, while covering his shoulders was a fur lined black long-coat that he wore as a cape.
"Your brat is pathetic Venelana," Alek said as his eyes stared down at the youngest Gremory with clear disgust in his eyes. "It's a good thing he was born to the Gremory clan, because if he had been a full Bael, I wouldn't have hesitated to cast him out. It is very clear that he does not have the Power of Destruction and that you have wasted my time by calling me out here to watch a failure."
Venelana sent her elder brother a glare from the side of her eye, while holding her tongue from unleashing cruel words onto the power-hungry bastard. While it had come as a small blow to her pride as a Bael that her second son didn't have the power she had inherited from her family, she still didn't appreciate her brother's callous manner in which he spoke of his own nephew.
She was proud that Zaratras had been trying his best for the past two weeks to try to use the same power as his cousin and older brother, the boy had even managed to unlock his demonic power, which as many Gremory before him, was massive.
And while it appeared that he didn't have the Bael clan's mighty power, she knew that her husband was extremely proud of their youngest son for the effort he was putting into this and the fact that it would seem that Zaratras had taken more after him than he did his mother.
As they watched Sirzechs take the younger devil into the mansion from the windows overseeing the training ground, the two Bael clan members heard the door to the room gently open and the sound of footsteps approach them, the mother and uncle of the devil-in-training looking over to find Zeoticus approaching them with his daughter-in-law Grayfia following behind him while carrying a tray of tea.
"Ah Venelana, Alek; how's the training going?"
Later on in Zaratras' room after dinner
"What's wrong Zaratras? You look sad," Zeoticus said as he walked into his son's room to find the young child sulking about not being able to use the same power as his mother and brother.
"I'm not sad. I just wish that I could use the Power of Destruction like mama and big brother," Zaratras denied while sniffing as he wiped a tear from his eye before feeling his father's hand gently pat his back. He had just been told at dinner bluntly by his uncle that he was a failure before his mother explained much more kindly that it wasn't likely that he had any ability to utilize the power of the Bael clan while his father and older brother had glared at Lord Bael for the cruel words.
"It is ok to feel sad Zaratras, after all you are a Gremory first and foremost, not a Bael," Lord Gremory said with a sad smile at the sight of his son's sadness, the elder devil wishing dearly to challenge his brother-in-law to a Rating Game in order to beat him into the ground and wipe his holier than thou attitude out for speaking that way to his son. "We of the Gremory clan may not have the power to use the Power of Destruction just as your mother and brother do, however while we are lacking in the Bael clan's power, we have a great strength that many whether they be good or bad have always sought to make their own. Even before I married your mother and joined the Bael and Gremory clans, we have always been a superpower in the seventy-two pillars in our own right."
Though Zeoticus would probably not say it in front of his wife, the powerful devil was actually proud that one of his children hadn't inherited the power of their mother's clan and instead had taken after him.
For as great as it was, the Power of Destruction that the members of the Bael family possessed was not what the Gremory clan had been known for eons and was not the power that had won this family's place in the Seventy-Two Pillars that made up the Underworld's main hierarchy. Zeoticus along with his father before him and grandfather before even him had never relied on the Bael's power, but had instead used their own advanced magical powers and naturally massive Demonic reserves.
The Gremory was the clan with the most range of what they could perform since, they did not rely on a one shot kill power like the Power of Destruction or Phenex clan's universal revolution around flames and regeneration. No, the Gremory were more of the grand sorcerers of the Underworld with the ability to perform even the most powerful of magiks known to the factions.
"But what am I supposed to do now?" Zaratras asked as he wiped away some snot that had congregated under his nose. "Big brother Sirzechs is a Super Devil because of the Power of Destruction and he is a Satan that is well-known for it, and I can always hear mama and you praising him about his success."
The youngest child of the Gremory clan was lost on what he could do now that it was apparent that he didn't have the ability to use his mother's power.
"Just because you don't have the same power as your brother and mother does not mean that you cannot become strong in your own right on your own power and strength," Zeoticus said with a smile as he looked down at the young Gremory. "How about I give you some examples that you can use? How strong do you think the other three Satans are?"
"They're the Satans," Zaratras deadpanned as he looked at the older devil as if he was stupid getting a chuckle from his father. "Falbium and Levia-tan are Ultimate-class Devils and big bro Ajuka is a Super Devil like Sirzechs."
"That's true, what about Grayfia?" Zeoticus asked with a smile at his son's attitude and the pink color that came to his cheeks at the thought of the beautiful maid Zaratras had a crush on. "Do you believe that she is weak since she does not have the Power of Destruction like Sirzechs?"
"No," the young devil said as he turned his unique crimson eyes to his father. "Big sis Grayfia is the Strongest Queen and she's capable of keeping big brother from running away from his work."
"That's correct Zaratras," the crimson haired leader of the Gremory clan said as he wrapped an arm around his son's shoulders and they proceeded to lean back against the wall behind his bed. "Grayfia along with Serafall, Ajuka and Falbium along with many others are very powerful in their own right." Seeing that he had the boy's attention, "Do you know what they all have in common besides being powerful devils? Each and every one of them do not possess the ability to use the Bael's Power of Destruction, they became who they are through hard work and their own power that they cultivated by themselves."
"If I remember correctly," Zeoticus continued, noting that he had his son's rapt attention. "Serafall's clan, the Sitri mainly uses water and ice magic, like us they do not use the Bael's power. The same can be said for your friend Riser's family, the Phenex clan uses their unique control over fire and wind that they gained from their ancestor, the original Phoenix along with their clan's unique immortality and regeneration."
"Riser's clan, huh?" Zaratras asked as he remembered Lord Phenex demonstrating his clan's power to the younger devils when he and Rumpelstiltskin had visited Riser back when they were six, the flames produced having astonished the young Gremory and Bael devils of the time. "So what should I do to become strong like them?"
"It is quite simple my son," the Gremory leader said with a bright smile on his face at the look of determination now crossing the boy's face to become as strong if not stronger than his brother. "Since you can't follow your brother and mother's footsteps with the power of the Bael, then you should follow mine to embrace the power that comes from being a Gremory. Why don't we go to the clan library tomorrow morning and I will teach you how to use any form of magic that you wish to learn?"
The man felt a large amount of pride swell up in his chest as his youngest son's face lit up at the thought of learning something new like this, not even Sirzechs had been that positive about learning magic due to having already gained his power of destruction at a young age.
"Well then, I will come collect you in the morning," Zeoticus said with a proud smile on his face at the affirmative he got from Zaratras. "Get some sleep and make sure you are ready to work hard tomorrow!"
"Yes father!" Zaratras declared before his father ruffled his crimson hair and walked towards the door while his son crawled into bed, almost unable to wait to begin his journey to become just as strong, if not stronger than his brother.
Well how did you all like this story idea? I've been sitting on this idea for the better part of a year after watching High School DxD and Fate/Stay Night in close tandem with each other after re-watching the Harry Potter movies. In this story as shown in the top, Harry gets tired of the constant shit leveled at him because of his fame and family name and he decides to find a way out of the continuous life style of run from fans that seek to rape him, keep the Hallows away from the corrupt ministry and being used by people he thought were friends.
While I did have him reborn into the Gremory clan, I decided to go with a different approach from the usual High School DxD crossovers I usually read that give whichever person is becoming a sibling the power of destruction that by all rights is a Bael clan power and if someone like Sairaorg, who is the heir of the Bael can't inherit, then why not a member of the Gremory who is basically a branch of the family.
In here, I designed Zaratras (A.K.A Harry) after Cu Chulainn from Fate/Stay Night, only with red hair. He will train his body to peak condition like Sairaorg has done and his main magical form of attack will be Ancient Runes like Scathach and Cu Chulainn. Next chapter if I choose to continue, we will be skipping ahead by a few years and introduce Rias-chan into the fold and deliver a bit of strain between the family before having Zeoticus send Zaratras off to be apprenticed under Scathach, the immortal warrior-queen of Alba, who trained the legendary Child of Light of Ireland's Ulster Cycle.
In here for devil politics since you probably saw the name of the overgrown chicken earlier, yes he is childhood friends with Riser and will be disappointed when the wedding gets tossed.
Also for the name of Zaratras if you guys are wondering, yes I did get it from Nanatsu no Taizai (Seven Deadly Sins). The Druid that saved Zeoticus in the Hundred Years war was Zaratras from that anime.
That is all the spoilers for now, PLEASE REVIEW BEFORE YOU GO BACK AND REVIEW THE OTHER STORIES THAT I HAVE POSTED IN HERE IF YOU HAVE NOT!
In short, I am tired of constantly getting favorited only and not getting any reviews about how you people feel about my stories! An author needs to know if his writing is good, otherwise it is pointless to even give you people a good story to read when you are bored.
See ya next time, Iskander Mandoraekon signing out. Ja Ne!