On that particular training day, the residents of the Hyoudou household gathered for dinner before dispersing to their respective activities. Akeno, recently healed by Asia after the gruelling training session orchestrated by Issei, now had the freedom to move about independently. In the solitude of her room, she delved into the Lightning-based Grimoire that Issei had gifted her, poring over its pages as instructed. Issei had thoughtfully provided translated annotations, enabling her to read the content despite her inability to read the original text.
Among the captivating techniques and magic within the Grimoire were:
Static Shield: This spell creates a protective barrier of crackling electricity around the caster, deflecting physical and magical attacks. Anyone attempting to touch the shield is shocked.
Chain Lightning: Conjures a bolt of Lightning that can jump from one target to another, chaining through enemies in proximity. The spell is especially effective in crowded battlefields.
Lightning Infusion: This spell imbues the caster with the essence of Lightning, enhancing their physical abilities. They gain heightened agility, reflexes, and strength, becoming a formidable force in combat.
Thunderstep: Allows the caster to teleport instantly from one place to another through a bolt of Lightning, appearing and disappearing in the blink of an eye with a thunderous crack.
Ride the Lightning: Transforms the caster's body into pure electricity, allowing it to travel at the speed of light along conductive surfaces, such as wires or water. It's an excellent escape or infiltration technique.
Akeno's lips curled into a smile tinged with sadistic glee as she expanded her arsenal of techniques. The final one, however, evoked a strange mix of excitement and pain, given her masochistic tendencies, at the prospect of turning Lightning into a medium for travel.
While perusing the pages, her attention was drawn to Issei's handwritten notes. A blush crept onto her cheeks as she murmured, "He may exude ruggedness, yet there's a certain elegance to his handwriting," her voice taking on a seductive tone.
Her thoughts drifted to the stern reprimand Issei had delivered earlier and the physical exertion he had pushed her through. These memories stirred a hot and bothered sensation within her. His strict demeanour, combined with his dominant personality, became an irresistible allure, compelling her to seek pleasure in her own touch, imagining Issei.
She started to think about different scenarios involving herself with Issei.
The first was being rewarded for doing well in her training, which involved a lot of pet play and praise kinks. This made Akeno start groping herself while still rubbing herself.
The second scenario was her being punished by Issei for not doing well in the training and Issei finally having enough of her flirtatious comments, which involved a lot of spanking and breath play. This made Akeno remove her hand from her chest and grab her own throat whilst still rubbing.
The third scenario involved Issei putting her in a submissive position, such as an armbar or pressing on the ground on top of her and starting to have his way with her due to her being in a vulnerable position. Akeno started rubbing a bit harder as her moans got much louder at the idea of CNC, although deep down, she knew that she wouldn't mind the real thing from Issei.
The final scenario was Issei accidentally knocked out Kiba, and he lay unconscious on the training ground. When this happened, Issei moved to Akeno and decided to have fun with her. Akeno took her hand off her throat and wrapped it over her mouth to let out a muffled moan, which would've made everyone else in the house alert as she orgasmed, wetting the sheets over her bed.
Akeno lay there, exhausted from the session; she licked her juices off her hand, but unnoticed to her, some of her fluids had drenched the Grimoire Issei had given her.
Akeno's voice dripped with a mix of desire and reproach as she whispered, her words laden with intensity. "Issei, you truly are wicked," she breathed her tumultuous emotions, "arousing these emotions within me and then neglecting your duties. Rest assured, I will ensure you face the consequences, one way or another." Her lips curled into a seductive smile as she contemplated Issei, the air thick with anticipation and tension.
A/N: I don't know how I feel about this; I didn't plan for it, as it just came up and would've fit perfectly. I would've gone into more detail, but I'm lowkey a bit shy about it since I've never written smut or anything sexual, and I don't understand Wattpad guidelines lmao. If I get more confident in the future, I may come back and make it more detailed.
X
In the quiet expanse of Issei's dimension, he sat at the edge of his bed, engrossed in his research on the computer. A sudden shiver coursed down his spine, unsettling him to his core.
"Why am I experiencing this unsettling sensation?" Issei pondered aloud, his analytical mind trying to dissect the source of his discomfort.
Unbeknownst to him, Akeno had already begun plotting her moves, weaving her plans in the shadows.
At that moment, a sinister version of Issei, Dark-sei, materialised by his bedside, taunting him maliciously. "Maybe that cunning Succubus lurking in the shadows has some wicked plans for you," Dark-sei sneered, his voice dripping with malice.
Issei, his irritation palpable, demanded an explanation. "State your purpose. It's unsettling to see another man by the bedside, especially one warped into an evil version of myself."
With a mocking grin, Dark-sei dismissed the accusation. "I'm not evil. I simply crave what benefits you the most," he retorted, sneering at Issei's disbelief.
Impatient, Issei pressed further. "What might that be?" he inquired, his tone sharp.
"Why bother with questions when you're well aware of the answers?" Dark-sei scoffed, his disdain evident in his words.
Ignoring the mockery, Issei continued, his voice unwavering. "Right. Anyways, I've been having issues," he stated, his concern evident.
With a mocking laugh, Dark-sei ridiculed him. "Pathetic, isn't it? Ignoring all those hot girls. You reap what you sow with your feeble excuses," he sneered, his tone dripping with contempt.
Issei's eyes narrowed as he confronted the apparition with a direct accusation. "I'm asking about these hallucinations I've experienced. The initial incident occurred when I provoked Rias, resulting in her wiping out the entire ORC. Upon snapping back to reality, all was normal, yet I found you in the corner of the room. The second occurrence transpired today when I believed I had killed my parents, only to realise it was a hallucination. Are you behind this?" he questioned, his voice sharp and accusatory, demanding the truth.
Dark-sei taunted Issei, his voice dripping with malice and confidence. "Who cares, really? Maybe, maybe not? Or perhaps it's just a little 'thank you' from that Juggernaut Drive you kept overusing in that little dimension during your 'Rating Match' training," he mocked, a sinister grin stretching across his face. "You only gave it a rest last week when I spelled out the lovely side effects, even though I had to shush those pesky voices for you."
Issei's mind wrestled with the darkness, his thoughts spiralling into the depths of contemplation. "My humanity," he pondered aloud, his voice uncertain.
Dark-sei scoffed at Issei's inner turmoil, dismissing his struggles with a snarl. "Do you believe all this mess in your head can be pinned on some sob story about trauma and solitude? Those devils, the lonely year and a half – they're just convenient excuses," he sneered.
"The real culprit? It's the Juggernaut Drive, kid. You cranked that up to the max, and look what you got in return – a one-way ticket to losing your humanity. That's why you're all twisted up inside, and these hallucinations, they're your gut screaming to take over, like it's in your bones."
Issei's gaze drifted to the side, deep in thought, as he contemplated Dark-sei's unsettling words.
Dark-sei's grin turned sinister as he continued his assault on Issei's resolve. "Remember that brawl with Fenrir? That primal rush, that thirst for vengeance that consumed you?" he taunted, relishing in Issei's inner turmoil. "Well, brace yourself because once this is over, that weakling version of you will tremble before the unstoppable force you've transformed into."
Uncertainty gripped Issei's voice as he questioned, "So, what do I do now?"
Dark-sei's smirk widened, his eyes glinting with a malevolent light. "Accept it. Embrace the power coursing through your veins. Wield it to shield the ones you cherish. In this world, strength reigns supreme. Friends, foes—none shall question your might once they witness the unfathomable depths of your prowess."
Determined, Issei shook his head, dispelling the dark thoughts clouding his mind. "I refuse to forsake my humanity," he declared, his voice unwavering. "I won't descend into monstrosity, not even for the pursuit of power."
Dark-sei's mocking grin grew, his amusement transforming into a cold, calculated gaze. "You're a fool, Issei," he sneered. "In this merciless world, the ones who falter are the ones who perish first. You can hold onto your pathetic morals and ideals, but they won't mean a damn thing when you're up against true dangers out there."
Issei clenched his fists, a fiery determination burning in his eyes. "I won't lose myself," he vowed, his voice resolute. "I'll find a way to regain my humanity, no matter what it takes. And I won't let you or anyone else manipulate me."
Dark-sei's expression hardened, the amusement replaced by a chilling seriousness. "Hmph, Issei. Your resolve might seem strong now but don't delude yourself. Time slips away, and the more you fight, the tighter the grip of darkness becomes. Enjoy your feeble resistance while it lasts."
"Watch me," Issei retorted with a smirk, his defiance echoing through the shadows surrounding him.
Dark-sei's voice dripped with disdain as he snarled, his words laced with mockery. "On a different note, why the hell did you hand the succubus the Lightning Grimoire?"
Issei stood his ground, his determination evident in his reply. "I must assist Akeno; her progress directly impacts my compensation from Azazel," he declared firmly.
Dark-sei scoffed in irritation, sneering as he spoke. "Heh, translating it just enough for her to decipher the other scriptures with the same language, huh? What a waste of time."
Issei narrowed his eyes, seeking clarity. "What are you getting at?" he asked, his tone sharp.
Dark-sei grinned wickedly, his words oozing with cynicism. "They might think they can decipher it, but they're clueless. You and I understand the real deal: knowledge is raw power. If they get their grubby hands on that language, it's a disaster waiting to happen. I can just picture creeps like Astaroth getting all worked up over a treasure like that."
Issei arched an eyebrow, seeking confirmation. "You mean Ajuka Beelzebub?" he inquired.
Dark-sei dismissed the notion with contempt. "Pathetic imitation, a mere gutter rat playing pretend," he sneered, his tone disdainful.
Issei responded sarcastically, unable to resist a retort. "When you put it like that, you sound like the Old Satan Faction."
Dark-sei shrugged nonchalantly, his smirk never fading. "Who knows," he said, his tone cryptic.
With that, Dark-sei melted back into the shadows, leaving Issei deep in thought about their conversation.
In the darkness, Dark-sei's thoughts swirled, shrouded in mystery. "The time approaches. I'm curious how much this event will deviate from the original," he mused, his anticipation cloaked in darkness.
X
The following day arrived, casting a sombre atmosphere over the Hyoudou Residence. The household members, including the members of the Occult Research Club, Miki, and Gorou, gathered around the dining table for breakfast. The weight of Issei's harsh words from the previous day still lingered, evident in the dejected expressions worn by his parents.
Observing their sorrow, Rias, ever perceptive, inquired gently, "Are you both okay?" It was Miki who responded, her voice carrying the burden of past pain.
"We tried to have kids before Issei two times, and both times, they were miscarriages," Miki revealed, her voice heavy with sadness. "When I was pregnant with Issei, the doctors said he might not make it. But he pulled through; he was our miracle child."
A wave of empathy washed over Rias and the others, realising the depth of Miki and Gorou's struggles. Issei's thoughtless words had unwittingly reopened old wounds, and the gravity of their situation became apparent. Rias, embracing her role as a compassionate leader, reached out to offer solace.
"I understand how challenging it must have been for you to endure those difficult times," Rias said, her voice filled with empathy. "Issei may not be aware of your past struggles, which is why his words might have seemed thoughtless. I truly believe he didn't intend to cause you any pain."
Gorou, attempting to mask his lingering sadness, chimed in with a faint smile, "You're right, Rias. Issei has always been a strong and spirited young man. We should have expected him to be a bit impulsive."
Miki, wiping away a tear, expressed her gratitude, saying, "Thank you, Rias. We love Issei deeply, and we don't want him to feel guilty about what happened. It's just hard to see him struggle now."
The remaining household members nodded in understanding, their silent support underscoring the unwavering love and resilience of Issei's parents, who had weathered numerous hardships for the sake of their beloved son.
Rias and the rest of the group deliberated the problematic decision of revealing the truth about their son to his parents. Irina, who had known Issei's parents since childhood, hesitated, not wanting to involve them in the supernatural world and shield them from the knowledge of Issei's hardships.
After much contemplation, they reached a unanimous decision: Issei's parents deserved to know the truth. As one, the supernatural beings in the room stood up, their wings unfurling — devils, fallen angels, and angels alike. Even Koneko released her Nekomata Tail. The display shocked Miki and Gorou, who had been sceptical about the nature of devils, but Irina vouched for their goodness, affirming their trustworthiness.
Once Miki and Gorou's questions about the supernatural were answered, Rias began recounting Issei's story, starting from his ill-fated date with Yuma to his tragic death at the hands of Raynare and his subsequent resurrection by Rias. Their gazes shifted solemnly towards Asia, who had endured such torture, evoking a sense of guilt in the parents for not knowing about their son's death.
The tale continued, detailing Issei's sacrifices — giving up his left arm to save Rias from a forced marriage, confronting threats like Kokabiel and the Khaos Brigade, facing Loki's attack at the Devil Youth Event, and his fierce battle against the Hero faction in Kyoto. The heartbreaking revelation that Issei had lost much of his life force in a fit of rage over Asia's death deeply pained his parents.
The group explained the horrific assault Issei had suffered, including having his left arm severed, his torso stabbed three times, and a fatal blow to his throat. Both parents openly wept, their grief palpable, comforted by Asia. The group recounted how Issei had awakened a new power, enabling him to train within a different dimension for two years while only a week passed in the real world. This transformation explained his altered appearance and demeanour.
As the parents cried, the members of the Occult Research Club hung their heads in shame, acknowledging that their actions had played a role in the events that led to Issei's suffering. If only they had listened to his pleas for help, if only they had allowed him into the clubroom, perhaps Issei's fate could have been different.
Rias acknowledged her own culpability, believing that her obliviousness to Issei's trauma regarding his first girlfriend had played a part in his suffering. Issei's father, Gorou, attempted to console the tearful Rias, emphasising that Issei knew she wasn't to blame.
"If Issei is as you say he is, deep down, he knows that you aren't to blame for his downfall," Gorou assured her, offering a comforting hand.
Despite the reassurance, Rias still carried the heavy weight of guilt. She looked up at Gorou, her eyes brimming with tears, and spoke with regret and concern in her voice. "Thank you for your understanding, but I can't help but feel responsible. Issei endured so much pain because we didn't notice his suffering in time," Rias confessed, her love for Issei evident in her eyes.
Gorou continued to provide support, saying, "It's not about placing blame, Rias. It's about supporting our son and helping him heal. Issei is a strong young man, and he's been through a lot. But it's clear that he has good people around him who care deeply for him."
Miki, wiping away her tears, added, "We're just grateful that he has such wonderful friends who are there for him. We need to focus on helping him move forward now."
Rias nodded, her gratitude for Issei's parents' understanding apparent in her eyes. The burden of what Issei had gone through still weighed heavily on her heart, but she found solace in their support.
Irina, who had initially been reluctant to involve Issei's parents in the supernatural world, had a change of heart. She realised that the truth was better than keeping them in the dark and approached Miki and Gorou with a sincere apology.
"I deeply apologise for concealing this information from you. My intention was to shield you from the complexities of this supernatural realm. However, it's evident that you have the right to understand the reality about your son," Irina declared, her resolve shining through. "Issei is an extraordinary individual, a young man who has made significant sacrifices for those he loves. We pledge to devote ourselves entirely to aid his recovery and guarantee his well-being."
Miki and Gorou appreciated the honesty and support they were receiving from the group. They recognised that the truth was difficult to accept, but their love for Issei had grown stronger, and they were determined to be there for him during his journey to recovery.
In the room, sadness and determination mingled in the air as the Occult Research Club members and Issei's parents were united in their commitment to helping Issei overcome his past traumas and pave the way for a brighter future.
Meanwhile, in another dimension, Issei was taking his morning shower after a rigorous cardio session when he started sneezing uncontrollably. After a few minutes, the sneezing finally ceased, and he noticed his shampoo bottle.
"Perhaps I should stop using 3-in-1 shampoos," he mused to himself, unaware that the source of his sneezing was the result of people discussing him in another world.
X
On a typical school day, Issei found solace in his routine: attending classes, completing his schoolwork, and spending time with Ravel on the rooftop of the school building.
"You know," Issei began, explaining his limitations to Ravel, "I don't have the luxury of using magic. If I could, I'd teleport wherever I pleased. Unfortunately, my rift ability only lets me revisit the places I've already explored."
Ravel furrowed her brows in confusion. "But I've seen you teleport; you did it in the match with Sairaorg and Regulus," she pointed out.
Issei sighed, trying to clarify. "That's short-range; I'm talking about magic circle teleportation. But even that one takes too long to conjure. I prefer speed and efficiency."
"How much is considered short-range?" Ravel inquired.
"At most 200 meters," Issei replied matter-of-factly.
"200 meters is not short-ranged!" Ravel exclaimed, taken aback.
"Well, for me, it is, and besides, it hurts when I use that type of teleportation," Issei explained.
"It hurts?" Ravel asked, her curiosity piqued.
"My body dematerialises throughout time and space and rematerialises where my desired location is through a time and space transmission; in that instance, all I am is something smaller than electrons," Issei elaborated.
Ravel shuddered at the explanation. Despite her regenerative abilities, the thought of her body dematerialising and rematerialising throughout time and space on a quantum level was haunting.
As the day progressed, the Student Council once again attempted to apprehend Issei, with Saji trying to be forceful. This time, Issei retaliated with a swift finger jab to a vital area in his torso which made him profusely shit himself for the rest of the day. Issei slipped away while the Student Council members looked at Saji with disgust as his school pants gets stained.
Throughout the school day, Issei couldn't help but notice Akeno staring at him in a peculiar way. For the first time in two years, Issei felt uncomfortable.
"The way she's looking at me, it's like she wants to eat me. Is she that upset about me pushing her hard in training yesterday?" Issei pondered, his thoughts racing as he tried to make sense of Akeno's gaze.
Akeno continued to stare at Issei, occasionally biting and licking her lips, leaving him increasingly unsettled by her intense scrutiny.
X
As the school day ended, Issei waited a while before heading to the Hyoudou Residence, where he planned to train Akeno and Kiba. He hoped that they had followed his instructions from the previous day. Upon entering the house, he was met with a familiar sight: his parents standing by the entrance, accompanied by Rias.
Internally, Issei groaned, wondering, "Great, what do they want now?"
In an annoyed tone, he voiced his frustration, "What do you people want now?"
Miki, his mother, spoke solemnly, "Issei, we know everything."
Issei narrowed his eyebrows, his guard immediately going up.
Gorou, his father, chimed in sympathetically, "We know about your death at the hands of the fallen angel and your resurrection as a devil."
Hearing this, Issei felt his anger rising within him.
Miki continued, her voice heavy with sadness, "We know everything up to the point of your isolation in your dimension for two years."
That revelation was the last straw for Issei. He couldn't contain his anger any longer. His aura burst forth, affecting the supernaturals significantly, though the humans in the room were less affected. The temperature dropped, causing the windows to fog and ice up, and everyone's breath became visible.
Suppressing the urge to explode, Issei managed to stay composed. Even though the aura burst lasted only a few seconds, its message was clear.
Issei turned his gaze toward Rias with narrowed eyes, his voice low, "You told them?"
Rias, standing nearby, met his gaze with concern and regret. She stepped forward, attempting to ease the tension in the room.
"Issei, we believe it's the appropriate moment. Your parents deserve to be informed of the truth," she said, her voice steady and confident despite the intense atmosphere.
Clenching his fists, Issei struggled to control his emotions. His parents, who had been kept in the dark about his new life, were now faced with the harsh reality of his existence as a devil. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself before speaking again.
"You had no right," he said, his tone low but aggressive.
Miki pleaded, "Issei, please, let us help you!"
Issei snapped back, his voice harsh, "I had a similar conversation with them, and they couldn't convince me. What makes you think you people will do any better?"
Gorou begged, "Because we're your parents! We've known you since your birth! We know how you're feeling right now, but please!"
Issei scoffed, feeling incredulous at their claim to understand his emotions.
"You know how I feel? What do you know?" he snarled.
Everyone in the room flinched at Issei's response, the tension reaching its peak.
"Have you ever had your heart crushed to the point you can't trust another girl again?" he questioned, his eyes piercing with anger.
"Have you ever begged for your friends to save you from pain, hoping that they'd save you the same way you saved them once?" he pressed on.
"Have you ever given an entire arm and your life to save someone, only for them to be oblivious to your feelings? As if everything you've done for them prior meant nothing?" he asked, his gaze shifting to Rias, who couldn't meet his eyes and looked down in response.
Both parents stood dumbstruck and confused, unable to comprehend the depth of Issei's rage.
"I asked you something. Answer it!" Issei demanded, his voice cutting through the air.
Gorou, his father, sighed in defeat, "No, Issei, we haven't."
"Then you could never understand what it's like to be me," Issei retorted harshly, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the room. His parents exchanged worried glances, realising the enormity of their son's emotional burden, a burden they could never truly grasp. Issei's experiences in the supernatural world had changed him in ways they couldn't fathom, and they were now facing the consequences of their decision to reveal the truth.
Once again, Rias stepped in, her voice filled with empathy and understanding, "Issei, I understand the pain you're going through, and I truly apologise for the hurt you've experienced. We decided to inform your parents because we genuinely believed it was the best course of action. Our intention was to offer you a sense of closure and the unwavering support from those who cherish you deeply."
Issei's anger flared up at Rias's words. "And what makes you think I'm in pain? I'm not; you're just pushing your own problems onto me as a form of projection," he stated vehemently, his eyes ablaze with resentment.
Rias looked taken aback, her concern deepening at Issei's harsh words. She carefully chose her following words, understanding that Issei was lashing out in frustration and confusion.
"Issei, we never intended to weigh you down with our troubles. Our concern for you runs deep, and we believed confiding in your parents would offer you solace. Regrettably, we miscalculated, and for that, I extend my sincere apologies," Rias said, her voice gentle but firm, trying to convey her sincerity.
Issei, still brimming with anger, glared at Rias, his tone unyielding, "Apologies won't fix this. I don't need anyone's pity or sympathy; I thought we had this conversation already." His words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the emotional turmoil he was enduring.
Issei's words hung heavily in the air, his voice cutting through the tension in the room like a sharp blade.
"Let me enlighten all of you with a piece of advice. In this world, whether humans, animals, devils, angels, or fallen angels, we are all products of our experiences. Our experiences shape us into who we are today," he declared, his tone icy and unforgiving. He turned his gaze towards Rias, his words pointed and ruthless, "Let's take Rias, for example. She had everything handed to her on a silver platter, everything spoon-fed and ass wiped, and now she thinks the world revolves around her. Despite wanting to be known as Rias instead of Rias Gremory, she is constantly hiding behind her family name and her brother's title with no accomplishments of her own; in fact, all her accomplishments come from her servants."
Rias winced at Issei's biting critique, stung by his words. She had always strived to be a capable leader, but Issei's accusations struck a nerve. The room fell into an uncomfortable silence, burdened by the weight of his words.
Issei pressed on, his voice firm but frustrated, "And as for you, Mother and Father, I don't care about your concerns; I've managed just fine without your knowledge. I've built my own life, found my own strength, and forged my own path. I don't need anyone else defining who I am or what I should be."
Miki and Gorou exchanged glances, realising the depth of their son's independence and determination. They had underestimated his resilience, assuming he needed their protection more than he did.
"You and I live in two different worlds and should've stayed that way," Issei declared, his eyes narrowed as he glared at Rias through the corner of his eye.
Miki and Gorou looked crestfallen, coming to terms with the reality of their son's feelings. They had hoped for reconciliation, but Issei's anger and determination to distance himself from his past life were palpable.
Miki attempted to explain, her voice laced with regret, "Issei, we never wanted to intrude on your life or force our world on you. We only thought you should have the truth, that's all."
Gorou nodded in agreement, his voice heavy with remorse, "We understand that you're a grown man now, and you have your own path. We won't interfere any further."
"Good, just the way I would like it to be," Issei responded coldly, his resolve unyielding as he turned away, walking off towards the basement where Akeno and Kiba awaited him.
Amid the heavy atmosphere, Miki turned to Gorou, her voice pleading, "He'll come around, right?"
Gorou sighed, his expression sombre, "Give him time; he's been through a lot. Eventually, he should come around."
Rias, her eyes filled with tears, watched Issei's departure silently. She decided to retreat to her room, allowing the weight of Issei's words to sink in as she contemplated their impact, waiting until the training session was over to address the situation further.
X
Descending the staircase with frustration etched on his face, Issei couldn't contain his annoyance. "Stupid parents. What do they know?" he muttered under his breath, his voice filled with exasperation.
As he continued his descent, he caught sight of Kiba and Akeno diligently practising, their dedication evident. Observing their efforts, Issei found a glimmer of satisfaction. "At least they're taking the initiative," he thought to himself, acknowledging their commitment to their training.
Approaching the determined duo, Issei took charge. "Alright, let's begin," he commanded, his voice firm and authoritative.
In response, Kiba and Akeno straightened up instantly, recognising Issei's presence and sensing his frustration. Despite his mood, they were resolved to prove their dedication to their training.
"We're ready, Issei," Kiba affirmed, his voice steady and unwavering.
Akeno nodded in agreement, her determination shining brightly in her eyes. "We won't let you down," she declared, her voice resolute.
Issei, maintaining his usual tone, questioned them, "Did you two do as I asked yesterday?"
Both nodded their heads in confirmation.
"Kiba, let's begin with you. What have you learned from the anime I assigned you to watch?" Issei demanded, his focus on Kiba.
"I've decided to learn to use my sword birth while in the air, having my swords hover around me, both as protection and projectiles," Kiba stated confidently.
Internally, Issei made a connection. "So it's like Vergil's summon swords," he thought to himself, recognising the resemblance.
"Excellent, that's the focus for today. And what about you, Akeno?" Issei inquired, shifting his gaze purposefully to Akeno.
"I've looked through the book and found five techniques I wish to learn," Akeno replied, her determination evident in her response.
"Five? An excellent and reasonable number. Well done. Show them to me afterwards, and I'll help you," Issei said matter-of-factly, acknowledging her efforts.
Akeno blushed, overwhelmed by the praise and Issei's encouragement. Despite noticing her reaction, Issei chose to focus on the task at hand, knowing that their training required his full attention.
Issei, determined to maintain control of the situation, took a deep breath, trying to compose himself despite the unexpected turn of events. "Alright, let's get started then. Kiba, I want you to demonstrate your new technique," Issei instructed, his gaze focused intently on Kiba.
Kiba nodded, his expression focused and determined. With a swift motion, he activated his balance breaker, Sword Birth, causing multiple swords to materialise in the air around him. They formed a protective barrier and then shot forward with precision, slicing through the air. Issei watched keenly, evaluating Kiba's control and technique. The swords hit the targets, their lethal potential evident, although the speed of the projectiles needed refinement.
"Nicely done, Kiba. I appreciate your progress in control, but there's room for improvement, particularly in timing and accuracy with the projectiles. We'll focus on refining those skills during our practice," Issei stated assertively, his tone unwavering as he provided constructive feedback.
While Kiba continued his training, Issei moved over to Akeno, who held the Grimoire in her hands. Issei gently took the book from her and began flipping through its pages, searching for the techniques Akeno wanted to learn.
--
Lightning Spell Book For Beginners
Rarity: Rare
Classification: Grimoire
Stats: 10 Intelligence, 5 Luck
Ability: A Grimoire filled with a variety of lightning spells and magic. When used in conjunction, all Lightning magic effectiveness increases by 50%
--
As he turned the pages, Issei noticed an unusual stickiness on them, prompting him to narrow his eyes in confusion. "Why is it so sticky? Did she have honey or syrup on her hands when she touched this?" he pondered, trying to make sense of the situation.
Glancing up at Akeno, he found her blushing with a knowing smirk, realising the source of the stickiness. Issei made the connection, his expression shifting to a glare as he confronted her. "Akeno! Don't tell me you did what I think you did!" he demanded, his voice filled with disbelief and frustration.
Kiba, who had been engrossed in his training, heard the commotion and stopped to see what was happening, his curiosity piqued.
Akeno's face turned an even deeper shade of red, her embarrassment evident as she stammered, clearly caught off guard by Issei's accusation. "I-I didn't mean to! It was an accident, I swear!" she protested, her voice tinged with embarrassment.
"Why did you do this? And why did you finish all over my Grimoire?" Issei demanded, his tone stern as he sought an explanation.
Akeno's embarrassment rose as she struggled to find the right words. "I-I didn't mean to, Issei! It was really an accident, I swear! I didn't realise my hands were... sticky," she replied, her voice barely audible, avoiding eye contact.
"Don't lie to me; I know you purposely released your bodily fluids on the Grimoire," Issei accused, his frustration evident.
Akeno's eyes widened in shock, and her face turned an even darker shade of crimson. She stammered, desperately trying to defend herself. "I-I promise, Issei, it wasn't intentional! I would never do something like that on purpose!" she protested, her voice quivering with embarrassment and frustration.
At that moment, Issei realised the complexity of their interactions. He couldn't help but feel confusion and exasperation as he understood Akeno's desires. "I just can't win against her. I try to be serious, and she flirts and teases me. When I'm angry, she wants me to take it out on her," he mused, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, trying to navigate the delicate balance of their relationship.
"Let's just get back to the training," Issei said reluctantly, picking up the book again and holding it out to Akeno.
"Tell me which ones you want to learn," he asked, his tone patient as he awaited her response.
Akeno pointed out the techniques that piqued her interest:
Static Shield: This spell creates a protective barrier of crackling electricity around the caster, deflecting physical and magical attacks. Anyone attempting to touch the shield is shocked.
Chain Lightning: Conjures a bolt of Lightning that can jump from one target to another, chaining through enemies in proximity. The spell is especially effective in crowded battlefields.
Lightning Infusion: This spell imbues the caster with the essence of Lightning, enhancing their physical abilities. They gain heightened agility, reflexes, and strength, becoming a formidable force in combat.
Thunderstep: Allows the caster to teleport instantly from one place to another through a bolt of Lightning, appearing and disappearing in the blink of an eye with a thunderous crack.
Ride the Lightning: Transforms the caster's body into pure electricity, allowing it to travel at the speed of light along conductive surfaces, such as wires or water. It's an excellent escape or infiltration technique.
"The Ride the Lightning technique seems a bit too advanced for now, but I can certainly help you with Thunderstep and Static Shield," Issei offered, his tone reassuring.
Akeno found the prospect of mastering these techniques intriguing. "I find the prospect of mastering techniques like Static Shield and Thunderstep quite intriguing. Their potential usefulness in battle is undeniable," she remarked, a playful yet determined glimmer in her violet eyes.
"Excellent choices, Akeno. Those techniques are undeniably potent. We'll begin with Static Shield. It's a versatile defensive spell. Pay careful attention," Issei commanded, his voice firm.
[Ability Used: Elemental Manipulation: Elemental Creation Lightning]
[Ability Used: Elemental Manipulation: Elemental Configuration: Lightning]
Using his elemental powers, Issei conjured up a red shield of crackling Lightning around his body, demonstrating the Static Shield technique effortlessly. Akeno watched in awe, captivated by his mastery.
"Oh, Issei, that's truly remarkable! Your mastery of elemental powers is absolutely awe-inspiring," she exclaimed, genuine admiration in her eyes.
Issei acknowledged their differences, reminding Akeno that her magic worked differently. She nodded, understanding the challenge ahead.
"You're right, Issei. I'll find my own way to master it," she replied, determination shining in her eyes.
Akeno attempted to replicate the Static Shield, but her version appeared only in front of her and was yellow instead of red. Issei noticed her struggle and decided to offer guidance.
"You work on this for now; I'm going to help Kiba. If you need me, call me," he said, his tone encouraging.
Akeno nodded in understanding, her focus entirely on mastering the technique. With newfound determination, she continued to practice the Static Shield, determined to make it her own.
Issei observed Kiba's practice, noticing the challenges he faced with the sword projectiles. "Kiba, you need any help?" Issei offered his willingness to assist, evident in his tone.
Kiba turned to face Issei, a smile on his face as he explained the issues he encountered. "Indeed, I find myself facing a challenge with the sword projectiles. Occasionally, they collide mid-air on their journey to the target, and I've noticed disparities in their speeds as well," Kiba said, his voice calm and thoughtful.
"Show me so I can find a fix," Issei commanded, his attention entirely on Kiba's technique.
Kiba nodded, appreciating Issei's readiness to assist him. Activating his Balance Breaker Sword Birth once more, he conjured multiple swords in the air and released them toward the targets. Issei keenly observed, identifying the problems: mid-air collisions and varying speeds.
"I understand your point. To prevent collisions, modify their spacing, release them with uniform force, and transform swords into daggers during materialisation. Tweak their design for greater aerodynamics to maintain their abilities while addressing speed differences," Issei explained, offering precise advice.
Kiba absorbed Issei's suggestions, nodding in understanding. "Got it, Issei. Adjust spacing, materialise them shorter, and enhance their aerodynamics. I'll work on it," he declared, his determination evident.
With renewed focus, Kiba practised again, incorporating Issei's guidance. He adjusted his techniques, spacing the swords more effectively and creating projectiles with improved aerodynamics. Gradually, his control and precision improved, the blades now shooting forward seamlessly.
Issei observed Kiba's progress with satisfaction, knowing that his guidance had made a difference. Meanwhile, Akeno continued her training with the Static Shield, maintaining her concentration and determination.
Impressed with her progress, Issei walked over to Akeno. "You've done it, well done," he praised, acknowledging her achievement.
Akeno blushed deeply at the praise, her eyes lighting up with gratitude.
"Let's test it out," Issei suggested, preparing to challenge the shield Akeno had mastered. His confidence in her abilities was evident, and Akeno nodded, ready to put her newfound skills to the test.
Both participants prepared themselves for the test; Issei, focused and determined, lunged toward Akeno, ready to punch. However, the moment his fist made contact with the shield, his entire momentum came to an abrupt halt, as if the shield had stopped him dead in his tracks. Upon closer inspection, he noticed a gap between his fist and the shield, which puzzled him.
"What is this? Limitless?!" Issei thought to himself, his mind racing with confusion before being repelled backward by the shield's repulsive force.
As he stumbled backward, he quickly realised what had occurred. "The phenomenon is electromagnetism; undoubtedly, it repelled the iron within me. But the precision to target a specific aspect of human anatomy is intriguing. She evidently generates a substantial electric current through that shield to create a live-wired electromagnetic effect. Currently, she employs a repulsive force. I'm curious if she possesses the ability to harness an attractive force," he mused, his analytical mind working in overdrive.
Concerned about Issei's well-being, Akeno inquired, "Issei, my dear, are you feeling alright? I couldn't help but notice you drifting off into your thoughts over there," her voice laced with genuine concern.
"I'm fine. Whatever you did to make the shield, reverse it this time. Like mirror it," Issei requested, his curiosity piqued.
Understanding his request, Akeno focused her concentration, recalling the process she used to create the shield. With determination in her eyes, she channelled her elemental magic in reverse, altering the configuration of the shield.
The air crackled with energy as the shield transformed. Issei sensed the change in the atmosphere, realising that Akeno had successfully reversed the polarity of her Static Shield.
"Now, try to attract rather than repel. Let's see if you can control both forces," he instructed, his intrigue evident.
"Oh, Issei, there's no need for an shield to attract you in; I've accomplished that quite effectively," she purred, a sly smile gracing her lips.
Issei gave her a deadpan look before sighing, acknowledging her playful remark.
Undeterred, Akeno extended her hand, and the shield responded, creating a subtle, invisible force. Issei felt a gentle pull, like an invisible hand was tugging at him. He smirked, impressed by Akeno's ability to control both repulsive and attractive forces with her electromagnetism.
"Impressive work, Akeno. Mastering both facets of electromagnetic manipulation is a strategic advantage in combat," Issei acknowledged, his tone authoritative yet respectful.
Akeno blushed, appreciating Issei's praise and encouragement. She knew that her abilities had grown significantly during their training, and she felt a surge of confidence in her newfound skills.
"Now, let's work on your Thunderstep," Issei instructed Akeno, his tone firm but encouraging.
Akeno nodded, her determination rekindled as she focused on Issei, ready to learn the following technique.
"Mastering Thunderstep demands meticulous mastery of your elemental magic and a vivid mental image of your destination. Envision yourself there, sense the crackle of electricity in the atmosphere, and allow it to steer your teleportation," Issei declared, his instructions clear and precise.
Closing her eyes, Akeno took a deep breath, visualising her destination and feeling the electric energy coursing through her veins. In an instant, she vanished from her spot. She reappeared several meters away, the sound of thunder echoing in the training ground, capturing Kiba's attention.
Issei's eyes widened in surprise. Akeno had flawlessly executed Thunderstep on her first attempt.
"Outstanding, Akeno! Your ability to grasp concepts swiftly is truly commendable. Your level of control is exceptional," Issei praised, genuinely impressed by her progress.
Akeno blushed, her confidence boosted by Issei's words of encouragement. She was beginning to realise the extent of her abilities, thanks to Issei's patient guidance and unwavering support.
"Let's test your ability to chain Thunderstep with your other techniques. Mastering swift movement and strategic strikes will undoubtedly grant you a substantial advantage on the battlefield," Issei proposed, his mind already calculating numerous tactical scenarios.
Eager to explore the full potential of her newfound abilities, Akeno nodded. Together, they continued their training, experimenting with different combinations of techniques. Akeno seamlessly integrated Thunderstep with her Static Shield, creating a formidable offensive and defensive strategy.
As the training session progressed, Issei dedicated the last 30 minutes to sparring with both Akeno and Kiba, allowing them to use their new techniques in battle. Despite their progress, Issei remained on a different level, ultimately overpowering them both. However, he refrained from vocalising the noticeable improvement from yesterday's sparring session.
Once again, Kiba left the training room, using his swords as makeshift crutches. At the same time, Issei carried Akeno in a bridal style, much to his annoyance.
"Perhaps I should just bring a stretcher from the hospital with me next time," Issei commented, looking down at Akeno.
Akeno replied suggestively, "Oh, Issei, you're the only stretcher I need."
Issei almost tripped from hearing her remark, acknowledging her verbal prowess.
"One day, one day, I'll find something that'll make this sadomasochist tick," Issei thought to himself, determined to match Akeno's wit someday.
Akeno, with a mischievous smirk, teased him, "You know, Issei, there's something I'm still curious about."
"What?" Issei asked, his tone bored.
"I'm deciding whether you are a kuudere or tsundere," she said teasingly, her expression playful.
Ddraig chimed in mentally, "Actually, he is a Kamidere," he commented to Issei.
"Shut up," Issei replied mentally to Ddraig, rolling his eyes in response.
With a sigh, Issei carried Akeno out of the training room and into the living room, their banter continuing as they left the training behind for the day.
X
In the bizarre and awkward situation, Issei gently placed Akeno on the couch, the Grimoire stained with her bodily fluids resting next to her. Intrigued by the mysterious language within the book, Rias picked it up, unaware of its unusual origins. Kiba's horror was palpable as he watched Rias handle the Grimoire, and Akeno wore a mischievous smirk on her face. Issei, surprisingly indifferent, observed the unfolding scene.
Rias, her curiosity piqued, inquired, "Issei, may I inquire about the language within this Grimoire? It seems to elude my familiarity. Would you be so kind as to enlighten me about its origin?" she asked.
Caught off guard, Issei noticed Dark-sei's disapproving expression, urging him to fabricate a story. "You don't recognise it because I was the one who made it," he replied, his tone serious.
Silence fell upon the room; even the usually cheerful Irina was left speechless among the members of the ORC.
"You created your own language?" Rias asked, confusion evident in her tone.
"Occasionally, I find myself bored, and in those moments, I indulge my impulses, whether it's inventing a new language or designing world-altering weaponry," Issei explained casually, his confidence unwavering.
His revelation left the entire room stunned.
"By the way, Akeno spread her love nectar all over the Grimoire," he added nonchalantly, causing Rias to drop the book in shock.
"Hey! Be careful with that!" Issei scolded her.
"Akeno!" Rias exclaimed, her face flushed with embarrassment.
Akeno burst into laughter, finding Rias's reaction incredibly amusing, breaking the tension in the room. Despite Rias's glare, Akeno's playful demeanour remained intact.
"Akeno, your lack of shame truly knows no bounds," Rias remarked, a mix of exasperation and affection in her tone, her cheeks still flushed.
"Well, you did pick it up, Rias," Akeno teased, her voice dripping with seductive playfulness.
Trying to diffuse the situation, Issei retrieved the Grimoire and inspected it, attempting to maintain his composure. Rias, however, couldn't contain her frustration.
"And you, Issei! You knew, but you still let me pick it up?!" she demanded, her irritation evident.
Issei returned the book to Akeno before making a swift exit into his dimension, avoiding Rias's temper tantrum. The other club members were left dumbfounded by the events that had just transpired.
As he disappeared through the portal, the Occult Research Club members remained in disbelief. Rias, still blushing and irritated, crossed her arms and huffed in frustration.
"I can't believe he just walked away like that," she muttered.
Akeno chuckled softly, finding the situation amusing. Kiba shook his head in disbelief, trying to understand what had happened. Irina, although still confused, giggled nervously, uncertain about how to react to the unexpected turn of events.
Eventually, the tension in the room subsided, and the club members regained their composure. Rias took a deep breath, accepting the peculiarities of their extraordinary lives.
"Well, I suppose we should clean up this mess and carry on with our day," she said, trying to sound composed, although she couldn't hide her disgust as she cleaned her hands with sanitiser.
After diligently sanitising her hands, Rias joined the others for dinner before retiring to their room, preparing for the challenges the next day might bring.
X
On an ordinary school day, an unusual event unfolded. Azazel received a video call from Vali, discussing plans about Ophis being targeted from the Shadows that had been meticulously gathered from Intel sources.
After school, Azazel decided to visit Issei at the Hyoudou residence, where he was overseeing Akeno and Kiba's training session. His primary purpose was to assess the progress of Akeno and Kiba's training and share the information he had gathered, albeit in a vague manner.
As Azazel entered the training ground, he witnessed Akeno and Kiba practising techniques he hadn't seen before, a testament to Issei's influence. Issei stood on the sidelines, observing the duo intently. Azazel approached him, initiating a conversation with a playful glint in his eyes.
"Seems like their training's coming along nicely," Azazel remarked to Issei, mischief evident in his tone.
Issei, appearing nonchalant, responded, "Was there any doubt?"
Azazel teased with a sly grin, "I just figured you wouldn't train them properly, considering your intense dislike for them."
"You assume that I'm some one-dimensional being who isn't capable of repressing his emotions for his own gain," Issei retorted.
Curious, Azazel inquired, "And what gain would that be?"
Issei, wearing a devious smirk, replied, "You're paying me, aren't you?"
Azazel, slightly taken aback, asked, "Your only motivation for training them is getting paid?"
"If you're good at something, never do it for free," Issei retorted, almost as if reciting a line.
Azazel chuckled, remarking, "Christopher Nolan's Joker, huh?"
The conversation shifted as Azazel inquired, "So, who did you find harder to train? Rossweisse or these two?"
After a moment of contemplation, Issei responded, "Rossweisse. She was harder to train than these two."
Intrigued, Azazel questioned further, "And pray tell why?"
Issei explained, "I noticed that Rossweisse is quite by the book; it took some time for me to steer her away from her conventional approach and introduce a more unconventional style of tactics. However, these two individuals are not on the same level as her, making it easier for me to persuade them to embrace new and unorthodox ideas."
Issei continued, elaborating on his analogy, "Allow me to simplify: Rossweisse is the mature plant I meticulously cultivated, laying the groundwork for her growth into a formidable tree. In contrast, these newcomers have just begun sprouting from the soil, providing me with ample room for further cultivation and development."
Azazel nodded, understanding Issei's perspective. He remarked with a playful chuckle, "Ah, your grasp of both magic and Sacred Gears might just outshine mine."
Issei, confident in his abilities, explained, "It's my eyes; I can see the strength and weakness in everything it analyses, such as a predetermined cancer cell that hasn't mutated yet or even a tooth that is about to rot and decay. On the opposite end of the spectrum, I can also see the potential one has." He turned his head to Azazel, revealing his glowing red eyes.
Feeling uneasy under Issei's intense gaze, Azazel looked away. Issei, amused by Azazel's discomfort, chuckled and returned his attention to observing Akeno and Kiba's training session.
Azazel turned his attention back to the training session, his mind still filled with the weight of the impending danger. After a moment, he decided to approach Issei with a request.
"Hey Issei, can you be more active in the following days?" Azazel asked concern etched on his face.
"Active how?" Issei questioned, his eyes narrowing in curiosity.
"As in battle-ready," Azazel replied, his tone serious.
"Why? Is something happening?" Issei inquired, suspicion clouding his gaze.
"Maybe, but I won't say just yet," Azazel said, a mischievous tone colouring his words.
Issei scoffed at Azazel's vague response, his distrust evident.
In Azazel's mind, concern brewed. "I'm going to get into deep trouble for associating myself with the leader of the Khaos Brigade, and I can't allow Issei to involve himself, with the entire underworld against him," he pondered solemnly. With a heavy heart, he left Issei in the dark to protect him.
After a while, Azazel left, leaving Issei behind. Undeterred, Issei continued to assist in training both Akeno and Kiba. He aided Akeno in developing the two magic techniques she aimed to master. Meanwhile, Kiba relentlessly practised his swordsmanship, exclaiming, "Trace On!" each time he summoned a sword with his Sacred Gear, much to Issei's annoyance.
Once the training session concluded, Issei made a firm announcement.
"I won't be training you tomorrow," he stated, his expression unwavering. Akeno and Kiba exchanged puzzled glances, surprised by Issei's unexpected decision. They had anticipated another day of intense training but were met with unexpected respite.
"You've both achieved so much in these three days, and your last day should be spent resting. If you wish to continue training, polish your skills, but don't exhaust yourselves. You'll need your strength for the challenges ahead," Issei advised sternly, his concern for their well-being evident based on Azazel's words about being 'battle-ready'.
Issei took one last observation at their stats to see how much they had progressed under his tutelage
--
Name: Yuuto Kiba
Race: Reincarnated Devil
Affiliation: Underworld
Rank: Low-Class Devil
Relationship: Trainee, Ex-Friend
Type: Melee (Warrior)
Stats:
Vitality: 36
Strength: 48
Agility: 60
Intelligence: 36
Senses: 36
Dexterity: 48
Luck: 24
Overall Power Level: 41
Abilities: None
Gear: Sword Birth, Blade Blacksmith
--
--
Name: Akeno Himejima
Race: Reincarnated Devil/ Fallen Angel Hybrid
Affiliation: Underworld
Rank: Low-Class Devil
Relationship: Trainee, Ex-Lover
Type: Caster (Mage)
Stats:
Vitality: 36
Strength: 24
Agility: 48
Intelligence: 48
Senses: 60
Dexterity: 60
Luck: 36
Overall Power Level: 44
Abilities: Elemental Demonic Magic (Lightning, Fire, Water, Ice), Defensive Magic, Teleportation, Holy Lightning, Issei Hyoudou Original Techniques
Gear: Lightning Spells for Beginners (Grimoire)
--
He noticed that within 3 days he had been able to increase their capabilities by around 20% which made him inwardly smirk at his accomplishment.
"Thank you, Issei. We'll make sure to rest and be prepared for whatever comes next," Akeno expressed her gratitude, her voice filled with sincerity.
"We appreciate your guidance, Issei. We won't let you down," Kiba added, determination shining in his eyes.
With grateful hearts, Akeno and Kiba walked away, relieved that Issei had spared them from further intense training. Seizing the opportunity, Issei opened a portal to his dimension and departed from the Hyoudou Residence.
Meanwhile, back at the Grigori headquarters, Azazel resumed his duties, discussing the recent developments with Vali and other organisation members. The information about the attack on Ophis weighed heavily on his mind, reminding him of the growing danger they faced. With each passing moment, Azazel knew he had to tread carefully in the face of the impending battle.
The following day, Akeno and Kiba followed Issei's advice diligently, balancing rest with focused skill enhancement. Issei, too, prepared himself both mentally and physically, fully aware of the unknown battle that loomed on the horizon.
X
On a bright Saturday morning, the members of the Occult Research Club gathered in the halls of the Hyoudou Residence, their excitement palpable. Akeno and Kiba, the focus of their cheers, were about to embark on the Mid-class promotion exams. The air was filled with encouragement, and the club planned to celebrate with the duo after their exams.
Yet, the joyous atmosphere was abruptly shattered when Azazel, accompanied by four mysterious figures, appeared in the room, a Magic Circle serving as their portal. Among the newcomers were Kuroka, Le Fay Pendragon, the enigmatic Infinite Dragon God Ophis, and a canine companion resembling Fenrir, albeit smaller in size.
The sudden appearance of Ophis sent a wave of fear through the entire Occult Research Club, freezing them in place. Koneko, however, stiffened at the sight of her older sister, Kuroka.
Rias, her expression a mix of concern and curiosity, questioned Azazel, "Azazel, what on earth is she doing here?!" Her eyes narrowed slightly as they settled on Ophis.
Azazel, attempting to diffuse the tension, calmly explained, "Rias, I know what you're thinking, but hear me out first. Someone is after Ophis, and she's in trouble. Vali asked me to look after her."
"Then why is she here of all places?!" Rias inquired, her voice tinged with concern and a hint of apprehension.
Azazel, in a calming tone, replied, "Well, she wanted to see Issei's growth since she is interested in him."
Rias, her patience waning, pressed further, "And what about the SS-Class Stray Devil? Along with the other members of the Khaos Brigade?"
Kuroka, adopting a sultry tone, responded, "We're here as Ophis's bodyguards, nyaa."
Rias's gaze shifted to the large dog standing beside Le Fay. "Oh my, and who might this be? If my memory serves me right, Issei bravely vanquished Fenrir during his battle against Loki just a week ago. Even Fenrir's sons met their end at the hands of the Khaos Brigade," she remarked, her irritation evident.
Le Fay stepped forward, explaining, "When Fenrir was with us, he found a mate; this is his other offspring; his name is Garmr."
Sensing the tension in the room, Azazel took charge of the situation. "I understand that this is unexpected, Rias, but as I said, Ophis is in danger, and Vali asked me to keep an eye on her. Someone is hunting her down, and she wanted to see Issei's growth firsthand, considering her interest in him."
Although sceptical, Rias couldn't ignore the urgency in Azazel's voice. She knew the delicate balance between the factions required Ophis's safety to be ensured.
"Fine, Azazel, but we need to ensure that Ophis doesn't disrupt our activities, and these bodyguards of hers should behave themselves as well," Rias stated firmly.
Kuroka, with a mischievous grin, assured, "Don't worry, Rias, we're here to protect Ophis, not cause trouble. And besides, we're quite interested in seeing Issei's progress, nyaa."
The dog-like creature named Garmr observed Rias with curiosity while Le Fay approached Rias with a polite bow. "I assure you, Lady Rias, Garmr is well-behaved, and we will ensure that Ophis causes no trouble during her stay."
Reluctantly, Rias agreed to let Ophis and her entourage stay temporarily. She understood the importance of protecting Ophis but couldn't shake off her unease about the situation.
"Thank you for your understanding, Rias. We will stay out of your way as much as possible and make sure Ophis remains discreet during her visit," Azazel promised.
Rias nodded, attempting to set aside her reservations. The looming Mid-class promotion exams demanded their attention. As the members of the Occult Research Club turned their focus back to Akeno and Kiba, hoping the day's events wouldn't further disrupt their preparations, Ophis looked around the room, her eyes searching.
"Where's Ddraig's host?" she asked quietly, her words carrying across the room, reaching everyone's ears.
The Occult Research Club turned their demanding gazes toward Azazel, who, with a sigh, contacted Issei and instructed him to come to the Hyoudou residence.
As time passed, a portal materialised in the corridor, capturing the attention of everyone in the room except for the Occult Research Club and Azazel. Ophis remained unmoved until a figure finally emerged from the portal.
Issei, rubbing his eyes in a drowsy manner, questioned, "Azazel, why did you call me on a Saturday morning?"
Issei had hastily donned a tracksuit, the result of his rush to respond to Azazel's summons. His gaze then fell upon the unexpected visitors.
Kuroka, her sultry tone carrying an undercurrent of desire, complimented Issei, "Wow, you have gotten much stronger! You'll definitely be the one to help me rebuild the nekoshou race, nyaa."
Inwardly, Kuroka pondered, her senjutsu prowess gauging Issei's energy, "The last time I saw him, his energy was warm and comforting, but now it's cold and sinister. Even Vali, being the descendant of Lucifer, doesn't have overwhelming and oppressing energy as opposed to him."
--
Name: Kuroka
Race: Reincarnated Devil/ Nekomata (Nekoshou)
Affiliation: Chaos Brigade (Vali Team)
Rank: SS Class Stray Devil
Relationship: None
Type: Caster (Mage)
Stats:
Vitality: 70
Strength: 80
Agility: 90
Intelligence: 70
Senses: 80
Dexterity: 80
Luck: 60
Overall Power Level: 75
Abilities: Senjutsu, Youjutsu, Touki, Kasha, Magic
Gear: Gleipnir
--
Rias couldn't hide her jealousy at Kuroka's blatant interest in Issei.
On the other hand, Garmr, seeing Issei, whimpered and sought refuge behind Le Fay, fearing a fate similar to his father, Fenrir.
Issei, his eyes narrowing at Kuroka's words, was about to respond, but his attention was abruptly drawn back to Ophis, who had appeared before him seemingly out of nowhere. The members of the room were astonished by her sudden movement or, rather, lack of movement due to her speed.
--
Name: Ophis
Race: Dragon
Affiliation: Khaos Brigade
Rank: Leader
Relationship: None
Type: Unknown
Stats:
Vitality: Infinite
Strength: Infinite
Agility: Infinite
Intelligence: Infinite
Senses: Infinite
Dexterity: Infinite
Luck: Infinite
Overall Power Level: Infinite
Abilities: Shapeshifting, Snakes, Blessings, Telepathy, Flight
Gear: None
--
Suddenly, the system observation starts to glitch out.
[False Information has been recorded]
[Reseting System to gain the True Information]
[Observation: Ophis]
Then Ophis's true Stats were revealed
--
Name: Ophis
Race: Dragon
Affiliation: Khaos Brigade
Rank: Leader
Relationship: None
Type: Caster (Sorcerer)
Stats:
Vitality: False Infinite
Strength: False Infinite
Agility: False Infinite
Intelligence: False Infinite
Senses: False Infinite
Dexterity: False Infinite
Luck: False Infinite
Overall Power Level: False Infinite
Abilities: Shapeshifting, Snakes, Blessings, Telepathy, Flight
Gear: None
--.
"False Infinite? Does that mean she is not truly infinite?" Issei ponders inwardly when looking at Ophis's stats.
Ophis began to touch Issei's left hand as if searching for something.
Issei responded by activating his sacred gear, which manifested as a black and red jagged gauntlet on his left arm—his Boosted Gear. Ophis ran her fingers across it.
"Ddraig, your host has gotten much stronger along with yourself," Ophis acknowledged in a low tone. Ddraig's voice resonated from the gem on the gauntlet.
"Indeed, he has," Ddraig replied with a mix of surprise and pride.
"My partner has grown immensely, both in power and determination. I'm proud to have him as my host."
Satisfied with her inspection, Ophis withdrew her hand, and a moment of silence descended upon the room as everyone tried to process the encounter. Azazel broke the silence by stepping forward.
"Issei, these guests are here under my watch. Ophis is in danger, and Vali asked for our assistance. Kuroka, Le Fay Pendragon, Garmr, and the Infinite Dragon God Ophis. They'll be staying here temporarily. Please make them feel welcome," Azazel instructed.
Issei's thoughts turned to Azazel's previous mention of being "battle-ready." He then walked towards Le Fay, but his focus shifted to the whimpering dog hiding behind her.
[Fear Induced]
[Opponents Stats reduced by 38%]
[Paralysis due to Fear Inducement has been applied]
Issei inquired with a sadistic glint in his eye, "Who's this wretched cur, and why does he bear the likeness of Fenrir?"
--
Name: Garmr
Race: Demi-God
Affiliation: Khaos Brigade (Vali Team)
Rank: None
Relationship: None
Type: Melee (Barbarian)
Stats:
Vitality: 45
Strength: 50
Agility: 40
Intelligence: 35
Senses: 45
Dexterity: 40
Luck: 25
Overall Power Level: 40
Abilities: God Slayer, Cryokinesis, Interdimensional Rift Creation
Gear: None
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Le Fay, protective of Garmr, responded firmly, "This is Garmr, Fenrir's son. And I won't let you hurt him!" being protective of Garmr since Issei had killed Fenrir just a week prior.
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Name: Le Fay Pendragon
Race: Human (Magician)
Affiliation: Khaos Brigade (Vali Team)
Rank: None
Relationship: None
Type: Caster (Mage)
Stats:
Vitality: 30
Strength: 10
Agility: 20
Intelligence: 80
Senses: 30
Dexterity: 60
Luck: 60
Overall Power Level: 41
Abilities: Magic (Elemental, Defensive, Teleportation, Summoning {Contract}, Black, White, Norse, Fairy)
Gear: Unnamed Staff, Broomstick, Gogmagog, Garmr
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Issei, equipping the Fenrir Gauntlets and Grieves using his Dimension Inventory ability, taunted, "Do you truly desire to meet the same fate as your pathetic father, you insignificant mongrel?"
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Fenrir
Rarity: Legendary
Classification: Gauntlets and Greaves
Stats: 15 Vitality, 20 Strength, 8 Dexterity, -3 Agility
Ability: A pair of Gauntlet and Greaves imbued with Fenrir's God Slaying Powers. The Gauntlets and Greaves resemble the legs of the Legendary Wolf; the fingers of the Gauntlets have extended nails with deadly spikes, and the same can be said for the feet of the Greaves. When the forearm muscles are flexed, three-pronged blades will extend from the top of the forearm, resembling beast claws imbued with God Slaying Powers.
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Le Fay, a mix of fear and determination in her eyes, stepped forward, pleading, "You don't understand! Garmr is not like his father! He's different, innocent! Please, don't judge him based on his lineage.". However, her eyes widen in horror as she sees what happened to Fenrir, and tears start to swell in her eyes.
Issei scoffed, dismissing the weapons and turning his attention to Azazel, his tone accusatory, "Azazel, whatever you did. Do you really think the other faction leaders will let you get away with it? Making deals and plans with a terrorist organisation?"
Azazel's response was cryptic, "We'll cross that bridge when we get there."
Issei, seeming uninterested in further discussion, stated, "Whatever, if this is all, I'm leaving. If you need anything, call me." He opened a portal and vanished, leaving the room in an uneasy silence.
Rias turned to Azazel, her expression filled with concern and frustration.
"Azazel, was this the right decision? Bringing them here, especially with the exams so close?" she asked.
Azazel sighed, his gaze fixed on the spot where Issei had stood moments ago.
"Rias, I understand your concerns, but Vali requested our help. Ophis is in danger, and we can't afford to ignore that," Azazel responded, emphasising the gravity of the situation. The delicate balance between the factions was hanging in the balance, and their actions could have far-reaching consequences.
After a while, the room's occupants found their places, sitting at opposite ends of the room, eyeing each other warily. Kuroka made an attempt to bridge the gap with Koneko.
"Shirone, how have you been, nyaa?" she asked, employing Koneko's real name.
Koneko, still visibly tense, responded cautiously, "I'm fine, thanks. But I don't understand why you're here, especially after what happened last time."
A rare hint of remorse flickered in Kuroka's eyes, her expression softening. "I know I messed up in the past, Shirone. But I've changed. I've found a new purpose, and it doesn't involve causing trouble for you or your friends. I just want a chance to make things right, nyaa."
Though sceptical, Koneko remained silent. The wounds from their previous encounters ran deep, and trust wasn't something quickly regained.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Le Fay approached Akeno, attempting to strike up a conversation.
"You're Akeno, right? I've heard a lot about you. Your lightning abilities are quite impressive," Le Fay remarked.
Akeno smiled politely, acknowledging the compliment. "Ah, thank you for the kind words, Le Fay Pendragon. Your reputation as a skilled sorceress precedes you. I believe our exchange of knowledge and magical expertise could be quite enlightening for both of us."
Le Fay nodded, genuinely interested. "Definitely. It's always good to exchange knowledge and skills. Maybe we can train together sometime."
Their conversation seemed to flow smoothly, a glimmer of camaraderie emerging amidst the tension. The rest of the group observed these interactions cautiously, aware of the delicate balance hanging in the air.
Asia, curious yet cautious, approached Ophis, her innocent curiosity evident in her voice.
"Um, hello, Ophis. I've heard a lot about you. Is there anything you'd like to know about us?" Asia inquired.
Ophis turned her emotionless gaze toward Asia, her curiosity piqued.
"You have healing abilities. I find that intriguing. How does it feel to mend wounds and restore life?" Ophis asked.
Asia smiled warmly, sensing Ophis's genuine curiosity beneath her stoic demeanour. "It feels wonderful, Ophis. Knowing that I can help others, ease their pain, and bring them back from the brink of death, it's a gift I cherish. Healing is about hope and restoration, about giving people a chance to live their lives again."
Ophis observed Asia, processing her words in silence. The room became contemplative stillness as the dragon god contemplated Asia's perspective on life and healing.
In another corner, Kiba played fetch with Garmr, using a rubber ball. Xenovia and Irina joined him, adding to the lighthearted moment.
As the room settled into an uneasy peace, the members of the Occult Research Club braced themselves for the challenges ahead. The impending exams and the unforeseen circumstances brought by their new guests would test their resolve, adaptability, and ability to navigate the intricate alliances and rivalries that defined their world—the day ahead promised trials that would shape their destiny.