...RIP a legend, who maybe gone physically, but his legacy will forever live on. We love you Akira Toriyama, for your characters and stories. This has been a rough couple days for me, but I powered through because this chapter has been COMPLETELY REWRITTEN after what happened. If you don't go on the Internet, Legendary Author of Dragon Ball/Dr. Slump/Many others such as Sand Land and designer for series such as Dragon Quest/Chrono Trigger, and Blue Dragon: Akira Toriyama has passed away. It's like a stab to the heart, and this chapter is in honor of him, or at least why this story exist.
Let's get into reviews.
Bromega2477: Yeah, Green and Green means double trouble lol. She might, she might, probably. Oh Cass definitely does. Enjoy!
Jebest4781: Thanks! Enjoy!
Phoinex Slayer5: As in outside the story inspiration? Well the short version is from certain animes like Fire Force, Black Clover, One Punch Man, comics like Spawn. I'll get into it later. Yes, Ragna will get his real hero name soon.
Blindluck92: Yes, yes they do. LOL. Devils do be handsome. Yeah, Hulk can be pretty good when written well, I mean I HATED the Immortal Hulk art but man the comic was pretty damn good. The recent ones are pretty damn good, kind of, it could be worse. Enjoy!
Yakuza2010: Yeah, don't mess with Hulk. Lunella is gonna be an interesting to follow along, the cartoon is pretty good, I mostly just watch when babysitting and I do like some of the songs. Today that dress should still be a sign of appreciation for a load of reasons but today most get offended by EVERYTHING. Hmm, I do like this idea and after recently completing all of the difficulties (Excluding Easy) for the RE4 Remake I do like this idea. I will put this in the folder for later. Thanks, and enjoy!
Onto the story! The final chapter in the Slice of Life arc.
Chapter Eleven: A Devil's Inspiration
(The Marvelous Devil)
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"...Mmm."
"...Can't sleep, Sweetie?" Leslie smirked, slowly opening her eyes to lazily look to her right. The blankets shifted, before a small mop of raven hair popped out, where a small six year old boy stared up at the Nun.
"I….I keep having the nightmare, Auntie." Leslie's playful expressions turned south as she reached over and dragged the boy into her embrace. It had been over six months since that….night, where she had taken the boy under her wing. He still has nightmares, understandably so, and Leslie was no stranger to said nightmares as well. Still, with a small prayer, she lifted a cross from her dress and kissed it, a small shimmer traced the metal before traveling down her body and into the smaller one beside her. Ragna's small whimpers turned into soft sighs, his eyes looking up at the rosary around Leslie's neck.
"Can….Can I play with your Rosary, Auntie?"
"Of course Sweetie." Leslie smiled softly as she unwrapped the cross and handed it to her nephew, watching him mess with the beads. Most of his belongings were burned in the house, save for one thing that she will keep until he is ready, so she had spent a good chunk of money getting him clothes, books to read/study, and rearranging a spare room she had to become his. She sadly hadn't gotten any toys at the moment, since Ragna was still healing, but to her surprise he seemed just fine with some bare minimum such as her rosary.
"Feeling better, Dear?"
"Yeah, I don't know why but these are always so relaxing." Leslie chuckled as she ruffled up his hair.
"Crosses are a way for us to speak to God, or at least to know that he is always with us." While that isn't the whole truth, she knew Ragna was far too young to understand.
"So God is always watching us?"
"Yes, Ragna."
"...Even when I'm in the bathroom?"
"Ha, well I'm sure the Almighty respects our privacy." Leslie chuckled, tickling the child, hearing his giggles echo in her ears.
"Haha! Love ya Auntie!"
Leslie's eyes slowly opened up, finding herself alone in the bed, a small smile on her lips at the distant memory. Letting out a soft sigh she pulled the blankets and began her morning routine: Getting dress, rushing her teeth, eating breakfast, morning prayer, and heading outside for a new day.
"Hmm…..I believe it's gonna might rain tonight, hopefully not a monsoon." Lelsie muttered.
"Ragna~~~! Sweetie, get out of the rain!" Leslie turned to her right, watching a distant memory of herself chasing after a little Ragna who was running and jumping in large puddles in the front lawn, laughing as he did so. She giggled softly before walking down the steps and heading out, waving at her neighbors as she did so. She didn't live in Red Grave, just a bit outside of it in a small suburban neighborhood right at the edge of the island city.
"Morning Miss Cardinay!"
Morning Ma'am."
"Morning Sister."
"Morning." Leslie waved and smiled to everyone that passed her.
"Ragna? What's wrong?" Leslie turned to see herself standing near a bench, a school bus in front of her with a young Ragna standing at the doorway. A red and black backpack on his back, shoulders shaking, before he turned around to reveal his teary eyes. The boy jumped off the steps and lunged for Leslie's legs, crying into her robes.
"I-I don't wanna leave you!" Ragna wailed as Leslie giggled a bit at the fond memory. Ragna was a completely different person back then, when she adopted him the boy was lovely and jovial….but when he was around other people he wasn't as outgoing, nearly shy if anything. She suspected it had to do with a deep distrust after what happened, but it was only a theory, and it didn't matter as soon as he met Penny. Young Parker was so lively and full of joy, just the child and friend Ragna needed in his life. Soon he had more such as Gwen and finally Kyrie, all four just completed as the perfect friends for her Ragna and as he got older he got more confident and outspoken.
Which tended to get himself in trouble, but Ragna was growing and he was finding his way, now more than ever once he found the truth in his origins. She only hopes that with newfound discovery he can grow into the man she believes him to be. Many will, and do, judge Ragna for what he does, but she knows who he is and will always support his belief….so long as it puts him on the right path. It's also why she let him move into Cass' home/cafe, among other reasons, to let him grow and mature. He was growing…physically of course, but with what he is put through she can't say she is surprised by how he acts. Then again, Ragna isn't always the easiest to get along, well if you aren't part of the family. Maybe that's why Penny and the girls are his only friends?
Finally after a good half-hour of walking, Leslie found herself at Red Grave Church, the very first Church made in the United States. It housed a total of ten Nuns, one of them standing at the gate, waving at the Reverend Mother.
"Good Morning, Reverend Mother!"
"Good Morning, Sister Lily." Leslie smiled as the Nun bowed her head. Sister Lily was the youngest Nun here, being nearly just a decade older than Ragna, who helped keep the Church clean in Leslie's absence when she was on her business trips.
"Oh, um Reverend Mother, I should tell you that I found….Mr. Redgrave's book here." Lily stated, pulling out one of Ragna's manga, a classic favorite of his.
"Ah of course, he must've forgotten it when he helped clean out the place the other day." Leslie muttered. Ragna had dropped by to help clean and do some chores for Leslie, and while the Church made him physically sick, she always had the remedy to fix it for him. He clearly brought the thing with him to read in his free time…..or when he disappeared to an empty room to read while she wasn't looking.
"S-Should I call him an-!"
"No need. Ragna will be by today after school, I have something to talk to him about."
"O-Oh, R-Ragna's coming here?" Lily asked, cheeks red. Leslie smirked while shaking her head, the younger nun doing her best to get herself under control. It was no secret that Lily had thought the younger man was cute, especially when he had gotten his growth and muscle spurt. Of course Lily had a crush, sadly it would not work under the simple fact that One: She was a Nun and had taken the vow. Two: He was already dating Penny. And Three: Ragna was still a minor. The second one being the most obvious of reasons, though Leslie can't blame the girl. Her nephew was quite the looker, and if he is completely loyal to Penny, which also hurts knowing that both Gwen and Kyrie were completely smitten by Ragna.
Speaking of, she wondered where Ragna was right now?
(The Marvelous Devil)
"Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap-Where is it?!" Ragna frantically searched his entire room, practically thrashing it, searching for his manga. He didn't know how but he had lost his favorite one, and he can't remember where he had put it.
"Ragna~~! School's about to start." Cass called from downstairs.
"UGH! I'll be down there in a min, Cass." Ragna called down.
"Meow."
"Mochi!" You stole it, didn't you!" Ragna accused, glaring down at the cat.
"Meow."
"You always hated my manga and comics, you love scratching them with your claws. You devil."
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"...Meow."
"SPIT IT OUT YOU BASTA-!"
"Ragna! School! Now!"
"Mmmmmm…..Fine!" With that Ragna begrudgingly made his way downstairs and turned on his laptop. He had gotten through most of school, mainly half-heartedly listening as Cass walked by.
"Kay, I gotta head into town and you have to meet Leslie at the Church. Don't forget to feed Mochi and lock the cafe behind you." Cass listed, walking over and kissing Ragna's head, half surprising the hybrid and herself but she quickly saved herself with a pat to his head.
"Behave yourself." With that Cass left the living room leaving Ragna alone.
"Mr. Redgrave?"
Right…alone with the class. Looking back he saw Miss Roman smirking at him, while several students rolled their eyes and glared at the black sheep of Red Grave City.
"Sorry Teach, I'm all ears."
"Actually class just ended, but before you go I would like to have a talk." Miss Roman said, some of the students were chuckling at Ragna's miss fortune, none of them surprised that Ragna got in trouble once again. Once they disconnected it was just Ragna and his sexy teacher, they always have one and Miss Roman was it. Ragna would be lying if he said he didn't have a crush on her, most people would in fact. However, most couldn't get that close with her as she always turned everyone who complimented her down, like a bullet to the heart. Ragna of course always complimented her body, and when they first met she turned him down, but Ragna just thought she was hot and he wanted her to know that.
"So, what did I do this time? I'm sure I can add it to my record." Ragna said, rolling his eyes.
"...Have you've been feeling well?" Now Ragna was surprised, not that he thought she didn't care for his wellbeing. She was a teacher after all, but this is not where he thought this is where the convo was going.
"I uh…..I'm fine, why do you ask?"
"Well, if I have to remind you, Ragna. It has been a few weeks since the attack at the school, and it's not strange for students to be scarred from such an event, especially one as severe as this. Several were eaten before being freed." Miss Roman stated. Those students were no doubt scarred for life, but luckily they survived with a few burns as it seemed the beast had two stomachs.
"Well, I'm okay, thanks for asking though." Ragna said with a small smile. Yeah he knew she was just a big softie…..he also bet she likes him, but he won't make her admit it.
"Good, but the main reason I called is because you're hiding something from me." Miss Roman said, Ragna felt a cold sweat run down his spine. What did she mean by that? Did she finally learn that he cheated a couple times in his science class? Or that he secretly sneaks into the janitor closet to make out with one of his girls, mostly Gwen cause he loved seeing her flustered at the chance of being caught, or tha-!
"I know you always half-listening to my lessons during class, because your mind is always on something else everyday since the minute you got in my class." Ragna didn't know what was scarier, that he was passing her grade by barely listening to the boring crap, or that his teacher pretty much kept a record of his aloof state during his time in her class.
"I-Is that so?"
"Indeed, and after the attack I notice that while you continue to ignore most of my lessons…something else is on your mind." Ragna tilted his head in confusion, wondering where she was getting at? It's not like he was braindead when he got into her class. Sometimes he would think about the girls, or a comic he wanted to get, or some food to cook at home.
"Yes, something that excites you, something that I've been dreaming about since the minute you walked into my class-!"
"What?!"
"You finally have a future plan, you have a dream job and want to put all your focus on it." Miss Roman said in her best ecstatic voice she could make, she was more of a self-contained, cool-headed woman who wasn't as lively like Cass. She gladly crack a joke but she was far more suave about it. But what caught his surprise is that she knew he was thinking about his job…..but did she know what that was.
"O-Oh, yeah. Actually I did. I'm surprised you noticed."
"You're a very boisterous student despite being a black sheep, it'd be hard not to notice."
"...I can't tell if that's insulting or complimentary." Ragna muttered with a deadpan expression.
"So, what is it? What is this job you see yourself doing once you graduate? I promise I will do everything in my power in making sure you study and succeed." Ragna had a gut feeling she had no idea he was a hero, or at least in the makings of one. That being said, he never could think of what his 'real' job would or what he would apply for, they were also boring in comparison to being a hero but to actually being one he needed powers as far as they knew. Well, that wasn't completely true since a lot of the lower ranked heroes had no powers, but they weren't famous and Ragna wasn't looking to be a lame hero by any means.
"It's uh…..It's a secret for now. I want to make sure this is the one for me, ya know?" Miss Roman returned a small smile, seemingly satisfied by his words.
"Very well, so long as you are okay, and I'm just glad you're getting yourself back on track. The last couple weeks were rough but I believe this is a step in the right direction for your life and future. After all, what is Red Grave Academy motto?"
"The Price for Higher Education begins with a single step. Kind of foreboding but pretty cool." Ragna said with a chuckle.
"Indeed, now I won't hold you any longer, you may get to your next clas-!"
"Actually, Miss Roman, there has been something I wanted to ask you. Your opinion on something I've always wanted to ask." Ragna began. He never really got around to asking his teacher about this, and never knew her opinion on it, no time like the present right?
"Hmm?"
"...What's your thoughts on heroes in general?" Ragna asked, Roman's eyes widened for a second before focusing, rubbing her chin.
"Well…we should all be thankful for the many heroes that go out there and protect us, superheroes go and save the day stopping the villain…..but we also need to remind ourselves that they are still human."
"Well obviously not the ones from space." Ragna added.
"Ragna."
"Follow up to that question, thoughts on the new hero in Red Grave?" Ragna asked, wincing a bit at the mention of his hero persona. For the last couple of days have been rough for him: Not only had he lost against that green monster, public view had not risen as he had thought. While he did claim he would get stronger to fight that freak again, he had thought saving everyone would give him some hero cred, instead more and more people thought he was…..well a failure. His fight shattered thousands of windows, destroyed several buildings, and nearly got everyone killed. While his fight did scare the green monster off, Ragna barely escaped with his life and had gotten zero credit as most of it went to the heroes for saving everyone. So, he could only imagine what Miss Roman thought of him.
"Well…..he certainly seems young for a hero, must be around your age, Mr. Redgrave. If anything I don't think he's a bad hero…..he's a cocky one for sure."
"I mean….what's wrong with being cocky? Everyones cocky from time to time." Ragna argued.
"Yes, but not when you in turn put peoples lives on the line even when you are trying to save them. If you ask me, being a hero simply isn't his thing, and he isn't cut out for it. If that will be all, I have another class, have a good day Mr. Redgrave." With that she ended the call, Ragna staring at his shocked expression. He hesitantly joined his next class, but for the rest of the day he simply tuned everything out as his teacher's words rang in his ear. What people said online didn't completely affect him, but perhaps because he actually respected Miss Roman….maybe that's why it hurt. Once school was over he fed Mochi and locked the cafe, heading down the street and texting Trish he had to help Leslie. He didn't know if she texted back as he turned off his phone and made his way through Red Grave. He had brought his gear inside the backpack for safe keeping but left his sword behind.
"Not cut out for it…..is….is she right about it?" Ragna muttered, looking up towards one of the hero sponsored billboard. He could picture himself up there right now selling products and getting recognized as this city's great hero like Flash, or even Power Girl and the Arachnid Heroines. What was he doing wrong? He saved people, sure some vehicles or sidewalks get destroyed but thats par the course right? Oh….was it? Now that he thought about he didn't know what happens to heroes that cause big damage such as Mt. Lady or Power Girl. PG usually helped fix Metropolis with her super strength but he had no idea how the others did it. Maybe it was the Hero Association who took care of it?
"Hey, wat-Oof!" Ragna felt someone hit his shoulder, his arms instantly wrapping around them as if to protect their head from hitting the ground.
"Huh? Oh, sorry Michelle." Ragna muttered, staring down at MJ's younger sister. Michelle was wearing some new clothes that he saw were a new trend going online, but what caught his attention was that she let her hair down.
"Were you lost fantasizing about a girl's panties, or was it my sister?" Michelle asked, pushing Ragna away, not surprising to the least for the hybrid. Michelle never had a positive opinion of him, then again most didn't at the school, but she was especially a spitfire when it came to her sister.
"Yeah 'thanks Ragna for catching me from falling'-thats the normal response ya know?" Ragna retorted.
"As if you know anything about being normal."
"Jeez, you are extra spicy today aren't ya? What did I do to you?" Ragna asked, rubbing the back of his head.
"What don't you do?"
"Look if this me complimenting your pants because it makes you petite it wasn't me trying to flirt with ya I was genuinely-!"
"Whatever, I don't have time for this." Michelle pushed Ragna aside, irritating the hybrid even more.
"And where are you in such a hurry?"
"I'm going to see my sister, we're supposed to be meeting at a new pizza joint." Michelle answered.
"Oh MJ? Cool, tell her I said I bet her shirt looks tight today…if she's wearing one."
"And there ya go again?" Michelle groaned, stopping both of them as Ragna looked over his shoulder.
"Excuse me?"
"Oh don't stop and pretend you don't know what I'm getting at?" Michelle turned, glaring at the hybrid.
"I don't, so why don't you amuse me and tell me what I'm pretending to not know about?" Ragna growled, glaring down at the smaller teen. What was with her today, he didn't wanna assume but did he accidentally touch her butt when he caught her?
"Do you even care about my sister's wellbeing?" Ragna stiffened in shock, but before he could ask she kept going.
"My sister was nearly eaten along with several other students, and have you ever asked once if she is okay? Any of them?" Ragna opened his mouth but closed it after a few seconds like a goldfish, unable to form an answer. Just like earlier he didn't think much of the students not that he cared, but he figured they could get back on their feet. After all, he nearly died a couple times from Ancala and he feels fine…which thinking about it made him wonder if he was some sort of unflinching psycho? Questions for later.
"I….I uh….I d-!"
"Of course you haven't, because despite how much you claim to be some innocent bystander, you just as much as a jerk who pretends to care but is really just a perverted p-!"
"You know what, Michelle?!" Ragna cut her off, glaring down at the shorter teen. He was so tempted to tell her off, that she was just as bad as everyone else at school, those that judged him so and that….that…that she might've been right.
"...Ya know what, forget about it. Ya win." With that Ragna turned his back and walked away, unaware of Michelle's shock expression followed by a small curse. Ragna just kept walking, lost deep in thought of so many things. It's not that he didn't care about MJ, he just figured because she was so cool about so many things she would brush this under the table. Though with how Michelle was it seemed MJ was more affected by it then he thought.
Was…..was he a bad person for not thinking about her wellbeing? On paper and just morally speaking it definitely put him in a bad light. Did he care for MJ? At least in the same light as Penny or the girls? Well she was actually one of the few nice students that actually treated him like an equal, but was that just her courtesy since she was friendly with everyone. Shaking his head Ragna just wanted to head to Leslie and maybe forget about the rest of today, maybe things can turn around.
(The Marvelous Devil)
"Ah, Ragna! Is that you?" Ragna's head shot up, pretty much staring at the ground for the last twenty minutes of walking, looking to the source that call his name and surprised to see who it was.
"Mr. Osborn?" Ragna tilted his head in confusion, seeing Harry's father and CEO of Oscorp waiting in line at a taco truck.
"What are the odds, not that I'm complaining to see you."
"Actually pretty crazy odds." Ragna muttered as the CEO walked up and shook his hand.
"How are you doing my boy? You look a little down." Norman said, noticing the tall teens defeated demeanor.
"I'm….fine….I'm fine." Ragna sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, and Norman could see right through it.
"You're a terrible liar my boy, come and have some street tacos with me." Norman offered, guiding the teen back in line.
"Surprise you of all people are eating from this place."
"What? Just because I'm rich doesn't mean I need five star rating seafood and caviar all my life. A man sometimes wants the simple things in life." Norman explained, and man did that make so much sense to Ragna. He loved making some crazy stuff with Cass or for the girls and he really wanted to bring them to a five star fancy restaurant if he had the money….but sometimes just relaxing at a fast food place always brought a smile on the girls faces.
"I hear ya, but I should advise if this is the truck I think it is: Don't put any sauce on your tacos, your butt will thank me later." Norman chuckled as they ordered their tacos, walking over to a nearby bench and taking a bite. After a few bites, Norman finally turned to the young lad, noticing his still troubled expression.
"So….what troubles you, Mr. Redgrave?"
"Mr? Don't make me your age, just call me Ragna. And….it's…..a lot is going on right now."
"Ah, yes the trouble of youth, seeing which door is the right door to step into a new age in your life." Norman said, he could see as if it was painted red all over Ragna, a sort of young-life crisis for the teen.
"Something like that…..Say, Mr. Osborn, did you….want to be a CEO of a highly respected Company? Or was this placed on you, and you went with the flow?"
"The flow?"
"I-I mean…..did you want this?" Ragna asked, unsure how to ask the older man. Norman finished his taco and tossed the wrapper away, humming in thought.
"...You know, OsCorp was not handed down to me, I built it with my bare hands with my blood, sweat, and tears." Norman began, turning to the teen.
"My father was a failure of a man and a business inventor, and he made sure I knew that…..thoroughly." Ragna didn't need to ask or think twice, merely taking in how Norman's features turned down and his hands balled into fists of rage.
"So one day I decided to never be my father, and I will never fail. So with hard earned money and education, I built OsCorp. A future for my son and his children to inherit when hey earn it, when they take it."
"Take it?" Ragna asked, the older man turning to him with a small malicious grin on his lips. The Goblin war in charge now.
"Oh yes, Ragna, you see if you want something, you TAKE it by any means necessary. Less you lose it, like I nearly lost OsCorp." Norman said, a small glare in his eyes. Ragna didn't know why, but he felt something screaming in his mind to back away and walk off from Osborn, but he brushed it aside as he leaned down onto his legs.
"Right, I heard on the news that your Board of Directors were killed by some armored green man? I'm sorry."
"...Heh." Ragna tilted his head, wondering what Norman found so amusing.
"You have nothing to be sorry for, my boy, do you cry for coyotes when they scrounge for leftovers?"
"I…..What?"
"Heh, right, let me explain. My board of directors, people I once thought friends, were going to sell my company to LexCorp." Norman stated, Ragna's eyes widened for a second before turning to Norman.
"They were going to throw everything I ever worked for, they were going to decide MY future, just for their own wants and needs. So while it is a sad loss, you won't see a drop of tear from me." Norman stated, placing a hand on Ragna's shoulder.
"And I can see the same look in your eyes, my boy. You want to follow your dreams but something is keeping it at bay, and the only thing holding you back is YOU." Norman said with a finger pressed against Ragna's chest.
"You remind me of myself when I was younger, and so I'm going to tell you this: If you want to live the life by your choices, YOU TAKE IT." Ragna stared at the CEO in surprise, it seemed the kinder man was gone and replace by a more malicious force, and Ragna could physically sense it. Was this some sort of demonic power, and yet…..he couldn't help but take in the man's words in. It was his life, right? And just like Leslie said before, the way he wanted to live was his choice…..and yet now that he had his dream it felt like everyone wasn't giving him a chance.
"I….Uh…I-!"
"Don't think too hard my boy, you're young and shouldn't be bothered by such things…..just take time in what I said. Also I believe it is going to rain soon, you may want to get to cover soon." With that Norman patted Ragna's shoulder and began to take his leave, stopping to look over his shoulder.
"You're a visionary, young Ragna, take your vision and mold it in what you desire." With that Norman entered a nearby limousine and left. That left Ragna with his own thoughts, which were soon interrupted by the sound of raindrops. Standing from the bench he tossed his half-eaten, which was considered a sin for him, away and made his way to the church.
(The Marvelous Devil)
Leslie hummed as she lit several candles across the church, night had overtaken Red Grave due to the growing clouds above. She could hear thunder in the distance and merely shook her head, thankful for reminding herself to bring an umbrella along. Most of the Nuns, save for Lily, had returned home for the evening, leaving the Reverend Mother and youngest Nun alone.
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"Ah, here he is, Late as always." Leslie muttered.
"I'll get, Mother." Lily said, walking up to the front door, opening it up to the sight of a slick hair teen.
"Ah! Ragna, so glad you could make it."
"Hi Miss Lily." Ragna muttered as his dripping form entered the building just as Leslie entered the room seeing her nephew in his drenched state.
"Oh my Lord, Ragna you're completely soaked. Lily go get some towels before the boy gets a cold." Leslie ordered, the young Nun making her way into another room while Leslie guided her nephew through the halls.
"Sorry for being late, Auntie, I hit a few….roadbumps alo-!"
"Don't worry about that anymore, just get inside, I get some spare clothes and some tea." Leslie ordered, gesturing to the room inside. Ragna walked inside and began undressing as Leslie closed the door, leaving the hybrid alone. Instantly his stomach tightened in disgust, like being in the church just made him sick. Realizing it now, was it because he was half demonic that he physically got weak while inside the Church? That's crazy but it at least answered the long unanswered problem. Leslie opened the door slightly and handed Ragna a simple pair of jeans and a white shirt, the hybrid handing her his wet clothes. He slipped on the shirt and jeans, making his way down the hall once he was clean and drying his hair, finding Leslie sitting at the front row with her eyes staring up at the cross. Ragna joined by her side, the two sitting in silence as Leslie continued her prayer.
"Here you go, Reverend Mother." Lily said, handing Leslie a tray of tea.
"Thank you, Sister Lily, why don't you head home before the rain gets worse." Leslie offered, smiling up at the young Nun.
"Okay, Mother, let me finish some work in the back and I'll be off. It was good seeing you, Ragna." Lily bowed to the two before leaving them alone.
"Good, now here, Sweetie." Leslie reached for a cup and poured it for the teen.
"Um, Auntie I'm okay I don't need te-!"
"Oh hush and take a drink, you need it dear." Ragna chuckled as he took the cup and sipped down the whole cup. Instantly the knot in his stomach went away, how he was not sure but damn was it good tea. He wasn't big on tea, but Leslie always made it just right.
"So….. what troubles you, Ragna?" Leslie had raised Ragna for most of his life, taught him, fed him, nurtured him until he moved out and into Cass' place. She knew when something was troubling her nephew, and she would always help him in his time of need.
"...Auntie…..is there another reason why you didn't tell me my origins?" Leslie wasn't entirely surprised by the questions, but Ragna let out a sigh as he handed her the cup back, roughly his nearly dried hair.
"I mean…..did….did you and my parents think I couldn't handle it?" Ragna asked, turning over to stare at his aunt. Leslie could see the torment and indecision in her nephew's eyes, whatever happened today or even the last couple weeks since that demon attack has affected something in her nephew. Letting out a sigh, she smiled softly as she looked up at the cross, hands on her lap.
"It was your mother who asked me to never tell you of your origins should you never remember. If, and it was only a matter of when, you should understand it was your parents' wishes to live a life meant for you."
"Meant for me?"
"Yes, Ragna. That story I told you of your father wasn't some fairy tale, but a warning. Your father, before he became human, lived an entire life of constant wars and bloodbaths both of Paradiso and Inferno. He only ever knew war battle, until he met your mother and humans, one of the main reasons for conflict of Light and Dark. It was us that inspired him to fight for a new path, and a future that wasn't conflict. When he gave up his demon form, do you know what he gave up?"
"...Awesome….power-Ow." Ragna muttered as Leslie flicked his forehead.
"No. He gave a sword, for a heart. He gave up his powers so that his enemies may never harm his home, his family, his son." Leslie said, placing a hand over Ragna's.
"But….they are here, Auntie….and my mom is gone."
"I know Sweetie, but I believe that is why your father is not here, to keep you protected. I know it hurts, but your parents did this because they love you with all your heart."
"So…So is that why you never told me? Because I couldn't handle it?"
"My god, Lord, have mercy on him. Ragna, for someone I know is smarter than he lets others think, you need to understand it's not about whether you can handle it, it's if YOU should have the responsibility. Sweetie you're not even a full fledged adult and already you are trying to hold a weight that is far beyond your capabilities." Leslie explained.
"But….isn't it my life, my choices? You said so yourself."
"Of course it is, Ragna, a life I want you to live, but it is also a dangerous life. It also never hurts to have another voice to listen to, those that care for the safety of your well being like your parents, Penny, Gwen, Kyrie, Cass, May, and-!"
"Uncle Ben." Ragna muttered, a soft smile on his lips as Leslie clasped his hands together.
"And I. We want is for the best of you, and will support your choices, but never be afraid to ask for a guiding hand." Leslie offered. Ragna nodded slowly, before slowly looking back at his aunt, hesitating for a few seconds before sighing.
"Auntie, what are your thoughts on the new hero, that Crimson Swordsman."
"Is that really his official name?"
"What about it? It sounds cool."
"Perhaps for children, Sweetie." Ragna was keeping his cool, but his inner self was crying in shame, his Aunt chuckling before clearing her throat.
"Well, if you ask me I think this hero is clearly younger than he looks. I don't know if he has a full understanding how the hero world works and might get himself or someone hurt badly….However, I can clearly see he is trying his best to help people, because he loves this dream of his. I believe that the young man simply needs a helping hand in the right direction, and he might be one of the best heroes of this age." Leslie finished, leaning over and resting her head on Ragna's shoulder, humming peacefully as he leaned down as well. For a split second Ragna was a child again, leaning on his Aunt for support, just like the old times. No school troubles, no hero problems, no criticism, no hatred, no rage. Just a teen and his aunt enjoying the long silence in the presence of the Lord.
"Ah….that reminds me." After some time, Leslie clicked her tongue, and reached into her robes, pulling out Ragna's manga: Devilman Z.
"You left this here the other day."
"Oh thank God." Ragna muttered happily, accepting his book.
"I know those are very important to you." Leslie chuckled as Ragna ran his fingers down the cover.
"This one most of all."
"Why is that?"
"Hehe, how can you forget, Auntie? This is the first ever manga you got for me." Leslie tilted her head in confusion before staring at the book again. She took in the worn manga cover and curves, and it finally hit her.
"Ah! Hmm, I remember now as if it was yesterday." She hit memory lane again, on one Saturday Ragna was bored and they both sat down one night to watch some tv, hitting a channel that played a strange anime in her eyes, but to her shock Ragna was completely enthralled by the adventure of a Devilboy searching for seven emeralds. So from then on, shows such as those and even hero cartoons, collecting comics/manga and toys.
"This series really inspired me ya know, I think in a way, this is one of the many reasons why I want to make my dream come true." Ragna admitted. Leslie smiled softly before standing up, guiding Ragna back on his feet.
"It is getting late, and I think you should head home." Leslie walked Ragna to the door, handing him an umbrella, before pulling her nephew into a tight hug.
"Ragna…..never stop following your dreams, your heart." Leslie pulled Ragna down and kissed both his cheeks and forehead.
"Thanks Auntie, good night." With that Ragna left with the umbrella over his head. Leslie took a deep breath as she turned around and returned to the central room, making her way to the center. She held her finger up, holding a single lock of raven hair, before pulling out a silver cross.
"Oh Eva, I wish I did a better job protecting your son from the truth." Leslie whispered, placing the lock on her cross.
"But…I will never break my promise in protecting him with all I have."
...Sparda…..
"For in your Grace, the Lord shall always protect him." Leslie finished as the lights flickered and burned, before every single candle went out. In the dark Leslie stood completely still, for she knew she was not alone. No, not Lily who was still in the back cleaning, no not God who was always by her side. Them.
"He is not here." A voice cackled from the darkness, multitude of red eyes appearing from the darkness.
"Yet his scent is so close." Another voice growled, eyes turning to the single figure they surrounded.
"Well….at least we have a snack for the night." The dozen upon dozen of shadows cackled and growled, mouths watering at the sight of a pure soul.
"In the name of the Father-!"
"Your God does not hear you, wretch."
"And of the Son-"
"There is only the blood. And yours is sickeningly sweet to devour."
"And of the Holy Spirit." Leslie prayed as the shadows crept closer, their foul breaths on her shoulders.
"May their Fiery Wrath burn you wicked souls." From her hand, the single lock of hair burst into flames before it traveled to her cross.
"Amen."
FWOOSH
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"Reverend Mother? I just finished the chores, I'm about to…..is something burning?" Lily asked, walking into the room to find Leslie praying once again at the cross, the candles lit and everything looked quite ordinary, but she smelled a fire.
"Oh, must be one of the candles dear, I will deal with it. You head home and have a nice rest while I finish closing the Church." Leslie said, guiding Lily out the door with an umbrella, wishing the young Nun a good night, leaving the elder Nun to her thoughts.
(The Marvelous Devil)
Ragna walked through the rain, mind a bit more at ease if he still felt troubled by it. He also thought about Norman's words, how he should achieve his dreams by any means necessary, that they were his and he will decide them. Yet Leslie's words echoed true, his girlfriends and family were looking out for him. Just like Uncle Ben. Leslie's words of his hero persona hit…..they hit very hard for him. It was what he needed to hear, to help him clear his head. Shaking his head he made his way through puddles, playing a happy memory of him and Leslie jumping through puddles when he was a kid. He even got Penny and Kyrie to join him a few times, Gwen always thought it looked and was dumb. Speaking of, he should text her and hang out, they haven't gotten that much alone time in a while and he felt like he owed it to her.
"...Well, that's a sad sight to see." Ragna muttered, looking up to see the one person he did not expect to see standing in the rain. Michelle stood at a bus stop with her back to him, unfortunately there was no cover for the bench so Michelle was completely soaked. Ragna slowly made his way over to the teen…then quietly kept on walking. Her words echoed in his head, so karma was paying her back, and Ragna saw it as swift justice.
"Ya know thats what she gets for being rude, I'm awesome and she should see that, it's not my fault that….her sister…..God, I hate that I care." Ragna growled, turning back with a small glare, walking back over to Michelle.
"Man you haven't melted yet? The Wizard of Oz lied to me." Ragna joked, standing over Michelle, finally getting her attention. He instantly made note that her makeup was ruined, he would've assumed the rain but her eyes were red and puffy, which proved she was crying.
"...What do you want? Were you following me?" Michelle asked with a small glare.
"Naw, I was heading back home from the Church."
"Surprised you didn't burst into flames when entering."
"...Okay, I'm gonna have that one, cause that was funny." Ragna said with a smirk, cause the joke was VERY ironic in his case.
"Just go away." Michelle grunted, looking back down at her hands. She felt the rain come to a stop, looking up to see Ragna standing by her side with the umbrella covering his head and hers.
"And leave ya to catch a cold? As mean as you are, I don't wish that on pretty girls." Ragna joked, looking around to see any taxi nearby but surprisingly there was no sign of one. Not wishing to stand in awkward silence, Ragna cleared his throat.
"So where's your sister? I thought you two were hanging out?" Ragna asked, noting that Michelle's shoulders stiffened at the mention of MJ.
"..."
"...Kay, if you don't wanna answer that's fine with me-!"
"I…I don't think she wants to hang out with me."
"What makes you think that?" Ragna asked, looking down at Michelle. She said nothing but handed her phone to him, showing him her tracker, showing that MJ was at some Jazz club.
"She's probably with Harry or something." Michelle muttered.
"Is that a bad thing?" Ragna asked, maybe they have a mutual friendship in hating Harry.
"No, but…it's been a while since it was just the two of us." Michelle admitted. She didn't know why she was opening up to Ragna, but it's not like she thought he was gonna hold it against her. If there was one thing she knew about Ragna is that like most guys he had a soft spot for girls, and in his case he never held dirt over them no matter how much they despised him.
"A while huh? You enjoy hanging out with your sister that much eh?" Ragna asked, Michelle remained silent but slowly shook her head. Truthfully he owned Michelle nothing, especially as they weren't as close as he was with the girls. Still, clearly this day was for her and MJ, and the sight of a girl crying always made him break.
Plus he gets to piss off Harry, so thats a win-win in his book.
"Alright, stay right here. I'll be back." Handing Michelle his rain Ragna ran down the street to the club. He recognized the place and while it took ten minutes, he did it in less time once he jumped up a roof and began sprinting across them. He slid to a stop at the edge to see the club….and MJ walking out? Yet he saw no sign of Harry, which either meant she was alone, he left, or he was still in there but considering MJ was still walking away meant the former. He noted she was actually walking in the direction he came from so she must be looking for Michelle…..only she was so focused on her phone she never saw a few not so great looking men following her.
Ragna did.
MJ covered her head with a purse Harry bought as a gift, trying to locate Michelle with her tracker. It was until she made a turn that she began to notice two men following her. Now usually she wouldn't assume that someone was a creep, but when she noticed those men were originally walking past her before turning around, that's when she got an eerie feeling down her spine.
She tried to make haste in her step, her heels clacked against the pavement as she tried to lose them. She even heard one of them call out to her, but MJ wasn't having any of this, god she hoped anyone was nearby, but no one wanted to get caught in the rain at this time. As she turned the corner, she was immediately blocked by two more of them. The ones behind her caught up and grabbed her shoulders, nearly ripping off her jacket. MJ cried in fear as she slammed her head back hoping to knock the one behind her in the chin. Her body panicked in fear, only to feel those hands groping to be pulled away as the two thugs behind her cried out in shock. Their heads were slammed together, knocking both of them out, followed by MJ's body being flung into the air. Two fists collided into the other thugs, knocking them out cold, before they held their arms out catching MJ.
"You have a knack for getting into trouble, are you sure you're not a thrill seeker?" MJ opened her eyes to find herself staring up at the new hooded hero of Red Grave City.
"You have a knack for saving my life, I think I have a super hero stalker." MJ teased, her feet touching the ground as the hero stood over her, his hood lightly protecting her from the rain.
"Heh, I was in the neighborhood. Anyway, you should get to safety, those guys will be out for a while but it's better safe than sorry." With that, Ragna turned around and began walking towards an alleyway.
"Wait! I….Is it you?" That question stopped the hybrid in his tracks, eyes widened under the hood, slowly turning around to face MJ. Did…..did she recognize him? Did she somehow find out he was just another student at Red Grave.
"It is you, Isn't it? You….You're the one who saved me back at the school, when that monster attacked, and the other day during the festival." Ragna's shoulders relaxed as MJ slowly made her way towards the hero. Taking in MJ, Ragna truly saw her beauty in the rain, her red fiery hair slick and hugging her head perfectly.
"I….Yes. I'm sorry I couldn't stick around. Are…..are you and the others okay?" Ragna asked as she finally stood under him.
"I….I'll manage." Her eyes lied, but they seemed to warm up once he was close to her space, confusing the hybrid. MJ looked up and down the hero's body, his clothes soaked in the rain, he looked so mysterious yet his costume was clearly homemade. His eyes, hidden behind the domino mask, were crimson red…..it was so alluring. She reached up, slowly running a finger down his cheek.
"You are….amazing." Ragna's eyes widened at the words, cheeks red from the small compliment, aside from that old lady MJ was probably the only other citizen to compliment him.
"I'm glad someone thinks so, hard to feel that way when no else thinks I am." Ragna muttered. MJ could see what the hero was talking about, she had seen online about the negative stigma about the new hero, but that's nothing new since many heroes that aren't associated with the Association are considered 'vigilantes' and not heroes.
"But you are." MJ whispered, reaching with her other hand and cupping his face, stroking his cheeks soothingly, relaxing Ragna's nerves. He should put a stop to this, he was in a relationship…..well with three girls who were all in on it, but that still showed the issue. He thinks he is awesome, the best, and maybe he deserved it. Still, there was a difference between wanting this and actually deserving it.
"Well…..nice to know I have a fan." Ragna muttered, feeling his neck bent down a bit as MJ stood on her tippy toes.
"Do….May I properly thank you this time?" MJ asked, slowly removing the bandana around Ragna's neck. The hybrid licked his lips as he reached for MJ's shoulders, fighting to gently pry her away, but the devil inside of him was hungry, and it wanted a bite. MJ pulled the hero down the rest of the way, their lips meshed together. They simply stood in the rain, just enjoying each other's embrace, lips slowly departing and shifting to get a proper kiss. One that seemed to last an eternity, before Ragna remembered who he was kissing, the last few seconds ending as he slowly pulled away. The hybrid pulled his mask up and cleared his throat, looking away from the redhead.
"I…..I really enjoyed that, and I appreciate it." MJ giggled softly as Ragna turned around.
"I'm sorry that I don't have an umbrella with me, but you should get home now." With that, Ragna ran towards a building and began hopping across the walls. MJ smiled and hummed
softly, turning around and making her way far from the street and thugs. She rubbed her lips, still feeling his lips on them, it was so….fiery. His entire body felt warm to the touch, perhaps he has some sort of fire ability. It's a shame he didn't stick around, she wouldn't mind getting an autograph.
"There you are, MJ!" Said redhead looked ahead to see a familiar mop of raven hair run towards her, backpack over his shoulder.
"Ragna? What are you doing out here?"
"I ran into your sister, she's waiting for you, come on I'll bring ya to her." Ragna said, offering his hand and his recently dried shirt as cover. MJ took the shirt and covered her head as Ragna guided her down the street and after some time walking MJ saw her sister. Ragna stood off to the side but leaned in listening. Turns out MJ was trying to audition as a singer at the club, why he had no idea but that seemed satisfying enough for Michelle. Ragna offered to walk them home since he didn't want them alone in the rain. After nearly an hour or so of walking, Ragna stood at the doorsteps of the Watson house. He made note of the voices inside, albeit the male one was not pleased.
"I'd offer you to come inside, but….ya know." MJ shrugged her shoulders, knowing that her dad will jump at the chance to fight Ragna after what he did before.
"It's fine, have a good night, MJ." Ragna said, the redhead waving him goodbye before she closed the door, leaving just him and Michelle. Ragna shrugged his shoulders, turning around and about to take his leave, when someone tugged at his arm.
"I…..Thanks for looking for my sister. I guess you're not a complete pervert."
"That's probably the closest I'm gonna get from a compliment huh?" Ragna chuckled as he turned back around to smile down at Michelle.
"Listen I…..What I said today…..I did….." Ragna could see Michelle was trying to find the right words, but never once hearing the girl ever apologize he could tell she was trying. Michelle's words were lost as a hand placed itself on her head, soothingly rubbing her scalp and roughly her already soaked hair.
"Apology accepted. Don't worry about it, with how long I've been dealing with it, ya get used to it." Ragna smiled, ruffling her hair before turning around and walking away, throwing a peace sign over his shoulder. On his way home Ragna thought about what everyone had said: Miss Roman's dismissal of his dream, Norman's passion to seize the opportunity, Leslie's lesson in listening for advice, and….MJ.
"I'm amazing huh? Yeah, yeah I think I am." Ragna muttered, reaching for his first manga, one of his many inspirations for being a hero and the love for all things like it.
"I think I'll be alright, thanks to you."
(The Marvelous Devil)
Achievement Unlocked: The Legend will never Die (RIP Akira Toriyama)
Before I get into the chapter, let me just talk about what happened. Dragon Ball has been a huge part of my life, especially as one of the main inspirations for A Devil's Justice, and it's successor The Marvelous Devil. My first time watching Dragon Ball is a pretty small memory, it was such a long time ago, but it was the fight between Kid Goku and Demon King Piccolo. I didn't live in a Christian Household, but my Mom didn't like anime so I could watch it. However, when I spent the night at my Grandma (My Mom's Mom) in the late night while our grandparents were sleeping, my cousins and I would sneakily turn on the TV to watch Family Guy, one night we got something else: Freeza turning into his second form and oh boy was that a sight. Legendary. After that though, I stopped watching Anime (Can't remember the reason why, I was just into Cartoon Network at the time) until years later when my family went on vacation and while everyone was asleep I watched TV and frickin the first thing was Bleach, not just any episode but motherfucken Ichigo vs Grimmjow in Hueco Mundo. AND RIGHT after it was Super Saiyan Goku vs Freeza. Fuck were those the times, afterwards I got into Anime and I loved it. I watched the anime, read the books online, never saw Evolution and don't plan on it.
Dragon Ball is just THAT series, and when I heard Akira Toriyama died it really did hurt. I actually let a few tears fall down, and the last time I really cried was when my Grandma (My Dad's Mom) died. Thank you so much Akira Toriyama for all your work and the legendary characters you made, and I believe your series is in good hands. Sure Toyotarou had a rough start and hit a few road bumps but I trust him to carry the series, Toriyama did. Plus with Daima on the way I am excited. I as a Dragon Ball fan actually loved most of the series from OG, to Kai, to GT and finally Super even with all their faults. DB is one of the main inspirations for this series, and by proxy Goku is too. While main inspirations I mentioned in the other chapters are still true, Goku will always be another main inspiration for many of my characters. Ragna most of all. Which is why when I heard the news, I was literally working on this chapter.
I completely scrapped it and rewrote everything. This entire chapter has been like seventy-percent rewritten just in honor/inspired by Toriyama. In the original, I didn't have the beginning with Leslie and young Ragna which is obv the same one from ADJ but with one minor twist that will be shown later in the series. In the original chapter I was gonna have after the talk with Norman, Scorpion would appear fighting Penny and Gwen, forcing Ragna to join the fight which would've had destruction of several cars and making the Heroines look bad putting more strain on Ragna's relationship with heroes. However, I felt like I focused on the girls enough and the next arc is pretty about Ragna, Penny, and Gwen against you know who. So this chapter was much more slice of life, and is the final chapter of the first SoL arc until the next one is over. I even changed the chapters name too. So I scrapped that scene and it will appear later, I promise, for the arc. OBV I could say Michelle was being a bit harsh, but there is a reason behind it and it's not because of Ragna he just got the full force of it, unlucky timing basically. MJ and Ragna was a scene I really wanted to do, based on the Raining scene with the exception of being upside down because Ragna can't stick to walls. It's also the start of MJ's intro into the harem, which I tried doing earlier, but no time but the present right? I believe I've said this before, but girls getting in isn't the hard part, building that relationship is the journey for every girl: Some easy, some hard, some really dramatic.
The scene in the Church with Leslie was my favorite bit, it's completely new and was the scene I wanted most. I feel like I haven't describe or truly showed what the relationship between TMD Ragna is with Leslie compared to ADJ Ragna. From the second chapter it seemed strained due to the hidden secret, that Ragna seems to have a short fuse with his aunt. But that's not true at all, this chapter is essentially what their relationship is like, Leslie is basically Ragna's mother, raised for most of his life, and is the main reason why he loved heroism. Of course tho...she still has secrets of her own, and they are for Ragna's safety.
Devilman Z is an parody and I love it, I might even make a side story just for the fun of it.
That is pretty much it for the chapter, I loved what I wrote and I will continue to write in honor of Toriyama. But let's move onto some positive things. I don't want to bring down the mood with negatives but one: What IF S2 had some good moments, two episodes were fine, the rest were awful and Captain Carter is not a fun character I stand by that sry.
So, I replayed Dark Souls 3 and 1 recently because I had the series on my Xbox when it was on Sale and so I could beat the series before Shadow of the Erdtree. I played 3 for a time but took a break again after I beat Sister Friede and before I faced Lothric and Lorian. After I beat them I moved onto the Ringed City DLC, where I knew challenges would await me.
I beat the Demon Princes in one try. I beat The Halflight giant whatever the fuck his name is in two tries. I beat Darkeater Midir in like six tries. I beat Slave Knight Gael...IN...ONE...GO. I'm not joking it was three am in the morning, tired as shit, thought I could give it a try just to see how rusty I was, I literally dropped my controller when I beat him. Afterwards I faced the Soul of Cinder and won. Then I went onto DS1 and beat the game in like three days. Literally beat it like Friday morning. I beat Ornstein and Smough in one try.
Speaking of Soulsborne: Shadow of Erdtree looks AMAZING. Messmer better be this universes Devil because fuck does he look like one.
Speaking of Elden Ring, you guys remember when the game first came out and Ubisoft Devs lost their shit cause of the UI Hud or something. People made memes of if Ubi made the game and the screen to the brim...That is what Suicide Squad: Kill the Justice League is. It's a slodge of every fucking thing on screen. Like holy shit, and I didn't play the game or bought it, I just watched it because holy moly what a shitshow. One of the worst games of the year. I MIGHT buy it if it's on sale, but that's not really worth it. Seriously, Kevin's last performance that they try and tribute with the worst sendoff and the most disgusting death for a Batman. One of them at least, like holy fuck. The dick riding for Journalism and from King Shark of all people (Why does the shark man care about journalists?). The kiss assing for Wonder Woman is so obvious they wrote it down thinking they were clever but JESUS. The clear racism against Green Lantern because oh sorry that he's not a stereotypical criminal like you Deadshot you raceswapped bitch. Holy shit the more I think of this game...yeah I'm not buying it.
I lie the direction they are going with in Immortal Thor...but jeez do I get really tired of the Meta control of the series, actually in recent Marvel. I get it works for like the cosmology or the upper echelon of it, but it really has reached absurdity. Like characters breaking the fourth wall and panels once in a while is fun, but now it's like: We don't know we're in a comic book, but we also know we're in a comic book and will manipulate it to ridiculous levels. That's just my opinion of course, it's not the worst thing, but now I feel like it losts its magic as much as Crisis events in DC. Dune Part 2 was actually pretty good, I'm not gonna say I am a super fan of Dune and know everything. I have the first three books, I watched the 80s version, but it was fun to watch. I highly recommend it.
And with that I hope everyone has a good night/morning, rest in peace Akira Toriyama you legend, thank you for one of the best series alive.
Next Time on TMD: With new determination Ragna fights harder to earn the love of his city, but that is easier said than done. Even the likes of the spider heroine's seem to butt heads with the hybrid when facing off against their poisonous adversary the Scorpion. Meanwhile, Norman's mind descends into madness as the Goblin within begins to take over, setting his sight on the three heroes. Can they defeat this villainous foe? Can Ragna earn the love of the city? Find out next time on The Marvelous Devil first Character Arc, The Devil's Web Part One: Eye of the Devil.
Yes, the summary is essentially last chapters, but since I rewrote this one I decided to just shift the next chapter around for this summary. Anyways, goodnight. Zer0the0mega108 out!