MountainBookSage25: Thank you very much! No spoilers, but I promise not much longer to wait for that...his time in a weaker form has given clarity that will serve him once back to 100%. As for the snu snu XD well, he's shown his love to one already, the rest will come in time ;)
Gan315: As usual, I sent you a full reply via PM ;) I am glad you caught the Ingvild notice, I didn't mind her in concept in canon...just coming in 26 volumes late then feeling so forced in so fast. And it means so much you liked the Issei scene, imo that is his biggest character development to date so I knew it had to remain as impactful him getting over such a moment. Oh yes, Hades' hatred of other beings, particularly devils and dragons was something I wished they'd gone into detail in, but they never did so I felt using existing knowledge to formulate a reason. With Dorian's early ties to him, and now he knowing about Despoina's presence in his mind...I hope to ramp that up more and unveil that later. I'm sorry to hear about the lockdown, but am glad I can help make you smile during this crazy time. I hope things improve for you man :)
xXWolfsterXx644: I hope the wait wasn't too long ;)
fanficcyberman: Oh...those 2 have what they feel is a well-deserved gift. That will be soon, I promise lol. Awww, and thank you for that! It's been a great 3 years which is part of what has motivated me to keep this story continuing all this time. Good ideas and better fans to converse with, you've been here almost that whole time. Here is to another 3 years :D It means so much you've been enjoying the changes Dorian's presence causes as they expand the further out we get. I wish you all the best too man! Have a wonderful week!
Tohka123: I am so glad! :)
Uday Sra: Thanks!
Hikari Lupa: Oh wow, thank you so much for such a detailed review and kind words :) Building on his and Issei's relationship is one of my favorite aspects. Neither upstaging or belittling the other, arguments sure but each has their own ideology. They aren't perfect buddy chums, but they learn to respect one another and know when to pull out a fight and when to stand together. And you are correct! Rias will have more urgency, so those 2 will have more interaction in terms of combat...I hope you enjoy my plans going forward. As for Freyja, she isn't prepared to lose again so easily XD XD
TheLycan2026: Wow! That is amazing timing, you are not wrong, in DxD he's canonically the 7th strongest being in the world. Oh yes, being good with seeing dead presences...Despoina couldn't hide from him ;)
Guest1: An interesting idea, though I'd imagine there'd need to be a reason for her stepping down. If she trusts Katerea can do it better than her, anything is possible.
OBVSERVER01: You are not wrong, he may not be able to just annihilate others (though he certainly can), Hades is NOT the kind of guy you'd ever want to mess with.
runelt99: Sorry hahaha, just red hair...though Catherine has pink if that helps :D
Dragonx411: Oh wow, thank you so much for the in-depth review and kind words. I sent a full reply to you via PM. To your questions, however...yes a certain purple-haired Leviathan will be showing up early. She may not be a huge presence, but I quite liked her concept albeit not waiting 26 volumes to be unveiled. And yes, Dorian's favorite color is green...explains why Iggy chose a green-haired, green-silver eyed appearance XD Hades may know about Despoina, but he's all about using something to his advantage. There'd be no point to revealing her presence...yet. You are right, the Sairaorg/Rias fight coming up next, I hope you like it :D And never any issue with a long review, I enjoy conversing with fans and I hope the wait isn't too long ;)
And with that...ONTO THE SHOW!
"Keeping out of their range is ideal with your abilities," Zepar spoke as if reading from a dictionary. "Perhaps be careful against their magic users whose powers are still relatively unknown while keeping away from the melee users. If you try that move we thought about, I am not sure if you can…"
"I am well aware of my specialties, you worry too much," Akeno cupped his face as they stood on their side of the arena obscured by the massive doors separating the battlefield from their locker rooms. "Just keep us safe and watch, I'll put on an even better show for you later," she added with a playful wink and kiss.
As they awaited to be announced, the members of Rias' Peerage were restless, even with the last-minute stretching. As Akeno and Zepar conversed, Rias and Issei stood awkwardly beside one another, the words still elusive. Honda waited in highest spirits, throwing punches at empty air. Catherine and Kiba glanced in all directions, noticing a lack of someone they expected to be there.
"Kuroka did not come by?" Catherine sighed, seeing Koneko as focused as ever. "I am sorry."
"Why?" The nekoshou glanced ever so slightly up. To the two knight's joy, a small black cat was seen hiding in the rafters above watching them. The eyes held far too much sass to be a normal member of the species. They understood immediately, glad that her fellow teammate wouldn't go into the match feeling let down.
Of course, as if she'd publicly show a soft side unless she's ruthlessly embarrassing her. It was Koneko and Kiba's turn to be confused as the Knight suddenly started giggling like a schoolgirl.
"Stay on your toes," Kiba heard the voice of Xenovia behind him, the last of their well-wishers allowed before the match. "They have a lot of skilled fighters, though that goes without saying."
"I have a few tricks I haven't shown," he assured her. "If they defeat me, they will have earned it. "You don't need to worry."
"I wouldn't be much of a girlfriend if I didn't worry a little, right?" Her last question was almost serious, the former Church swordswoman still adapting to the more personal interactions associated with dating. "I wanted to wish you luck and add a little incentive."
"Incentive?" Kiba asked with a tilt of his head. He did not have to wait long for the answer.
Xenovia flipped what little hair she had, a shimmer effect clearly from a minor illusion glistening in the air. Suddenly, from the tips of her locks, additional strands burst forth long enough to stretch down just past her shoulders. Even the green highlight had been expanded, now following the path down leaving a long strip to the end of her now lengthy hair. He had no words as she stood there reveling in the enamored expression he could not contain.
"Turns out Vanaheim's magic does wonders for hair growth," she explained with a proud tone. "A few days without cutting and it was already this long. Kuroka was kind enough to lend some illusion magic so it'd be a surprise. "What do you think?"
"It…it…" Kiba fumbled at his words. When she had overheard his preference for long-haired women, the young man assumed she was just teasing having it done or would be far-off in the future before it became a possibility. To see her standing with it already grown before him caused his brain to fall out of his head. In the end, he decided to go with the first thing that came to mind. "You look beautiful, it really suits you."
"Places people!" A nearby assistant shouted while reaching around the corner. "Your personal time is up; all guests and family need to leave immediately."
"I can make it longer if you like, I don't fear it being used against me anymore," Xenovia snuck closer, planting a kiss on Kiba's cheek. "Can you imagine it as long as Rossweisse's? Maybe we can…"
With an unexpected surge of adrenaline, Kiba gently gripped the Einherjar's shoulders, planting a powerful kiss on her lips. The cheek had not been enough for him, taking a risk towards the next step. He didn't care that the peerage was watching, Rias and Issei especially with looks of proud envy. Even Xenovia was surprised by his boldness but did not complain, instead wrapping her arms around him to continue the embrace.
"So, you CAN be straight forward when you want to be. I love that about you," she whispered as they finally parted. "We can do more after you win." At last, she was finally pulled away by the staff as the door started to rise accompanied by the voice of the booming announcer.
AND FINALLY, EMERGING FROM THE WEST GATE IS THE RIAS GREMORY TEAM!
Agares Arena…
The audience filling every seat exploded with cheers as Rias Gremory led the way for her peerage through the grand arches adorning the path to the field. They all had serious expressions, only Asia, Gasper and Issei showed any signs of nervousness. From the opposite end, Sairaorg similarly led his team floating upon one of the many boulders towards the center. The time had finally come.
Will both teams please head to your designated bases as the rules are set for the match? We can start with thanking our sponsors within the Gremory and Bael families as well as Agares for hosting this match today. We have a special thanks for the High King and Oppai Dragon Show donations for such extravagance and the upcoming Magical Girl Feature Film by Serafall Leviathan…
"That must be tricky," Dorian remarked as he walked between the rows of onlookers, the announcers continuing to speak. He was admiring the bases of each group, a rock formation surrounded by snake-like staircases. "Not even knowing what kind of fight it will be prior to the beginning."
"It's more fitting that way," Seekvaira explained, pressing several keys on a pad in her hand. "Neither has time to prepare for something specific. It will test their ability to adapt on the fly. See the seats in each base? Enough for each member of the peerage, the circle at the front will teleport them to the field for each fight."
"Are you…managing the incoming update reports for the arena's activity?" Dorian realized what was on the device. "I thought you said your family had that covered while you were watching the match."
"It's okay," she only seemed to be half listening. "It's only a bit more work, reports on concession stand stocks, small crime attempts or capacity issues and intruders. There were slight fluctuations near the core in section 42, but I keep busy so as to…" she paused as she glanced up, Dorian just looking at her with a raised eyebrow. Slowly, almost sheepishly, she put it away. "But perhaps it can wait until later."
You're always so busy, Dorian smiled back a silent thank you. Security will be easy as it stands, at the very least you should be able to enjoy the fight without worrying about every little thing.
While our teams are getting set up, allow me to introduce myself as Naud Gamigin of the house Gamigin, I will be your announcer for this evening. In place of Grayfia Lucifuge, Rudiger Rosenkreutz will be arbiter!
A man dressed in a very over-the top fashion appeared on the monitor emoting every inflection holding a microphone. Motioning to the side, he pointed out the arbiter, dressed far more professionally in a uniform with long expertly groomed hair. Dorian could already see many of the audience swooning at his appearance.
It makes sense they'd have to replace Grayfia I suppose, he considered. As Rias' sister-in law they'd want to make sure there's no chance of perceived bias just as with picking the location.
"Any status updates?" Dorian whispered into his collar for the rest of the Crossroads scattered about the stadium.
"West side all clear," he heard Hecuba report. "A few heated arguments over who will win but nothing serious."
"East side fine," Bennia added quickly. "I think Irina and I got the kiddie section, there's Oppai Dragon stuff all over the place. That is something I never expected to say. Hey, is that the limited collectors High King Horn Cap?! Where did you get that?"
"She'll be right at home there," he teased a little to Seekvaira as the transmission cut out at her discovery, her nod of agreement far too serious for the attempted joke.
And as a special guest, we have the Governor-General of the Grigori himself here in the box with us tonight. Welcome Governor Azazel, how does it feel to be the first fallen angel within these walls?
[Hello there everyone. It is a real treat to be here, the legends of the wonder of this island did not exaggerate.]
I wonder how he got them to let him in the VIP box, the Einherjar mused as he glanced to Rias' side of the field, Issei and the others looking shocked and understandably nervous that the older fallen angel was in a position for his voice to be heard by thousands.
Governor Azazel, you are not only an expert on Sacred Gears but also are quite familiar with both sides. How do you rate the chances of each?
[It all depends on who can unleash their full power first.] Azazel started, coming across like a sport's announcer. If Dorian didn't know better, he would have thought of him as a collected and proper adult. His skill at hiding his more childish side in front of a crowd was truly impressive. [We truly could not have picked a more exciting matchup. I know these kids and we will not be disappointed.]
It almost makes me worried for the next tournaments, if they are the best then who would be next to put on such a great show outside the big leagues?
[What we need is to expand the qualifications for Rating Games.] Seekvaira raised an eyebrow at his sudden statement. [Not only are there mountains of untapped potential within our own society who are not part of larger families, but also among our allies.]
You are speaking of the other mythologies we formerly warred with?
[The very same, imagine Rating Game matches of Devils against Angels, Einherjar against Cadre, Valkyries facing our own? All without that pesky messy business of warfare. Why, I had an idea just the other day…]
{A fascinating proposal, perhaps I may find a true challenge.}
Ah, our surprise guest commentator has made his appearance, allow me to introduce our very own Champion who wanted to overview this match personally. Give a round of applause for the Emperor himself, Diehauser Belial!
The stadium practically shook at the welcome given to the grey-haired older man beside him. He had a friendly, polite expression with eyes matching his hair who suddenly appeared beside Naud. His fame was without question receiving a greater welcome than either Sairaorg or Rias.
"He's the number one in the Rating Game circuit?" Dorian asked, the Agares heiress nodding. He did not need to see the determined expressions on Rias and Issei's faces to know the two saw him as their true target. Whether they won or lost, their Rating Game career would begin that day. As the best of the best surmounting all others, it made sense that Diehauser would be who they aimed to best one day and take his place. At that very moment, Issei's blood was rushing just thinking about it.
"He's completely indomitable, not even any of the other top ten contenders can even come close in a match against his peerage."
Just as Governor Azazel coached the Gremory team, so too did Emperor Belial do the same for Bael's. What do you think we need to watch out for each team?
"Oh, Dorian, I am so glad you were on my side of the stands," Lady Freyja beckoned him over as the trio of announcers started debating natural devil power against Sairaorg's iron body and training. "I pray all is well?"
"No trouble so far, thank goodness," Dorian confirmed with a smile. "If the Brigade came here, it'd be nearly impossible to keep everyone safe."
He's thinking of the civilians first, good lad.
"This part is always on the dull side," Freyja admitted as she leaned with a restrained yawn fanning herself. "I am sure my husband will find his way back in time to see the brawl. We reserved seats for our sons, but they couldn't make it. If you need to rest your weary feet, their places are open to you."
Dorian hesitated at her words; the seats specifically set aside for children of Gods almost beckoning him. The fact the Queen of Asgard had offered such made him smile at her generosity she always seemed to focus on him above any others outside her family. In that moment, he envied those who had grown up with her their whole lives more than ever.
"That means a lot, Lady Freyja, maybe after a few more patrols if all is well, I will join you for the finals."
And let us not forget the rules of today's match, as few as there are!Naud raised his voice to catch the attention of those who had grown less focused from their commentary. Starting specifically with the usage surrounded Phenex Tears…
In the Arena…
So, we can only use 1 tear apiece, Rias mused as the details of the match began. It can't be helped, with how much Ravel and her family are trying to help those attacked by the Khaos Brigade, using them for a Rating Game too much would be quite excessive.
"So, we will likely have to defeat Sairaorg twice," Kiba thought aloud. "With his overwhelming strength it would likely feel wasted on any other."
"Then we should reserve ours for the President," Issei surprised the others as he tried to offer what he felt was the best option. "Even if all of us are beaten, there is still a chance of winning, but it's an automatic loss if she falls, right?"
"And Asia will be more important than ever," Rias announced. "We must keep her safe at all costs, she can heal anyone who wins a fight and returns to the bench."
"Right!" Asia asserted with a fist bump in the air. Rassei screeched an approval, licking her face affectionately.
In addition, this will not be a free-for all fight but instead a match-based system! He continued. All made to amp up the audience and keep it from being over too quickly. We are taking into account the same styles used by the pros here people!
"I've never been in one like this before," Issei almost bounced with excitement, all his previous Rating Games having been team fights.
As for the special rules, will the Kings from each side please approach the personal stand located within each of your bases?
Rias and Sairaorg each did as instructed, a circular dome covering the center sliding back to reveal the object nestled inside.
"A dice?" Members of each team tilted their head in confusion, only a few recognizing the rarely used game type.
This will be the game type selected for today's match…the DICE FIGURE!
"I have competed in this type before," Cat started before Kiba could explain to the confused Issei and Asia. "Essentially, the dice roll will be choosing who Sairaorg or Rias can send out onto the field for each fight. The announcer explained the same, however continued.
With each possessing a six-sided dice, the kings will roll, and the combined value is what will determine who can fight. Each piece has their own value with King's evaluated based on their individual power. Exceptional strength of the servants will not be considered in today's match and basic values will be adhered to. With this in mind, Knights and Bishops will be considered a 3, Rooks equal 5 and Queens 9. Pawns are worth 1 per each piece used in their reincarnation meaning Issei Hyoudou will be an 8, Hikari a 1 and Regulus 7.
I got a pretty high value, Issei felt pride swell in him being the highest number of the pawns on each team. That makes things tricky as I can only pair up with Asia, Gasper, Kiba or Cat. Everyone else would require higher than the maximum 12 we can roll. Issei was so deep in thought, he barely noticed Rias watching him out of the corner of her eye. She let a slight smirk escape, realizing he was truly trying to improve his ability to coordinate fights.
If a value is rolled too low for one side to send out a combatant, that side shall continue to roll until able to. In regard to the kings, as they have no pieces, a judging committee has determined based on the powers of each. They have concluded that Rias Gremory shall be considered an 8, with Sairaorg Bael a 12.
"We knew he was stronger," Akeno reassured the team at the reveal. "This may be an advantage as it requires a perfect roll for him to come out. Despite the apparent jab at her strength from the judges, Rias held her composure without letting any emotion show.
"So, if a 12 is rolled, Sairaorg will emerge," Kiba stroked his chin. "Or not, knowing them, they will save him to overwhelm us when exhausted at the end. And then, of course he wants to keep his rating high for his sponsors."
"But wouldn't it be quite high if he wins fast?" Asia asked, her desire to study the Rating Game and be more proactive spiking to new heights.
"More is judged than simply an individual win," Rias answered this time. "You get rated higher for using your group to the fullest. A lone trump card carrying a team wouldn't make it far in the pros even if they won every match. Sairaorg wants to make himself known to every corner of Hell, if he came out and eliminated every one of us alone, not only would his score drop but he would lose support. No, he wants to prove himself as a true King, winning with his servants, not for them."
"And you thought of all this too when utilizing our training. You are incredible," Issei's words did not fail to get a response, the slightest smile clearly restrained forming on her face. "Everyone will see that was your doing Pres! We'll make sure of it."
And I'll remember that, when I become a King, I will show the world what I am capable of.
The rest of the team gave a shout of agreement with the Pawn.
Also, it is forbidden to send the same combatant out consecutively. I hope both sides have honed the individuals to stand on their own power just in case!
The audience roared in agreement, if nothing else it eased Issei's worry of Sairaorg going for an early game attack if 12 was rolled. Even he knew they wouldn't risk sidelining him if he was needed later on due to the stipulation.
Those are all the rules and restrictions currently in place. At the request of Lord Sairaorg as agreed upon by Lady Gremory, all other restrictions and limitations on combat have been lifted so long as they do not threaten the safety of the arena. Combatants, do your best and fight with all you have. Are you prepared?!
Rias and Sairaorg nodded with absolute commitment, the chosen arbiter raising his right hand high.
Then with that, the Rating Game between Sairaorg Bael and Rias Gremory's teams shall now begin! Roll your first dice!
Sairaorg and Rias complied with the arbiter's command, casting the dice across the stand with a single determine flick of the wrist. The stadium held their breath as the values slowly spun and rolled until finally landing on their selected sides.
The value of Rias' Gremory's dice is only a 2, but better than Sairaorg Bael who rolled a 1! With only a total of three, each side can send out but one fighter at most. Which will they choose? Pawn or Knight, perhaps even a Bishop! Each side has five minutes to decide, pick wisely!
The enthusiasm of the announcer only hyped up the fans, the mystery heightening as a shroud enveloped each side to prevent the other from seeing who was chosen. Completely impervious to vision, magic and soundproof at the same time. Issei glanced up at the monitor, relieved to see they were blocked from even the audience seeing within. He took the moment to look out into the crowd, swallowing hard at the sheer number of children in the closer rows. There was scarcely one without some form of Oppai Dragon or Switch Princess merchandise. Even a few had Koneko's Hell Cat plushie.
"They know we will send out a knight," Rias spoke aloud and quickly with the time limit. "Gasper and Asia are completely out of the question as support-types for one-on-one combat. If we must send someone as the first…Cat."
"It should be me," Catherine agreed with her recalling the many situations they had decided she would be sent in preparation. "Kiba's abilities from his Holy Demonic sword are varied and barely known while I've been fighting in Rating Games for years. They no doubt know everything about me. Better for me to go first rather than reveal an unknown."
That, and Kiba has been training. If we can hold off them knowing the results of his labor, so much the better. Rias nodded to confirm her calculations.
"Precisely. They will want to test the waters. I have no doubt he'll send a knight out as well. And I have an idea of which one, be careful Cat."
"I haven't won a Rating Game match on my own in some time," the pink-haired woman clenched her fist tightly recalling how her former King would take all the wins for himself once the enemy was weakened. "I can't very well start my time at your side with a loss now, can I?"
"Knock em dead," Issei gave her an enthusiastic thumbs up she could not help but nod at. "Show them not to mess with us!"
"Fight well," Kiba bowed politely as one Knight to another. The rest of Team Gremory giving her all the support they could muster.
THE FIVE MINUTES ARE NEALY UP. WILL ALL CHOSEN COMBATANTS PLEASE STAND UPON THE MAGIC CIRCLE? THE BATTLEGROUND TERRAIN SHALL BE RANDOMLY CHOSEN FOR EACH FIGHT. THE IDENTITY OF EACH FIGHTER WILL ONLY BE REVEALED UPON THEIR ARRIVAL ON THE FIELD.
"So, we'll have no idea who we are fighting until it's time," the hair on Koneko's head furrowed in frustration. "I don't like it.'
"Can't be helped," Akeno shrugged with an accepting smile. "If it were possible to see prior, the less honorable competitors may switch out their own chosen piece. It's the reason they started monitoring inside these barriers for any foul play to begin with."
"The jerks just have to ruin it for everyone else," she sighed disappointed.
They are watching us even now? Issei glanced every which way as if he would be able to see the surveillance device. I didn't know that, maybe I should study more after this game.
"I'll head out then," Catherine took her place on the platform, tightening her twin swords securely to her belt. Raising her hand to both bid her team farewell and announce the selection, she vanished before them in a puff of smoke.
Elsewhere in the Arena…
And the chosen fighters have appeared! As you can see, the current battlefield is a ruined castle, the perfect backdrop for a noble match between Knights wouldn't you say?
"Come on Cat!" Dorian whistled through his fingers, forcing those near to shirk at the high-pitched sound. "That means her opponent is…"
Selected from Team Gremory, we have the Dual-Wielding pink hurricane, Catherine the Sword Saint! And from Team Bael, Liban Crocell of the former 72 Pillars house and Mage-Knight extraordinaire!
Across from Catherine stood a young man with gold hair and silver eyes reminding her far too much of Dorian in his demeanor. He wore armor; however, it was not full body but light, allowing him ample maneuverability to move around. His only apparent weapon was a longsword at his hip. In return, Catherine materialized her plate armor, earning a roar from the audience as the metal clung to her frame and winged helm formed around her head. She'd purposefully waited until now, recalling the advice to play towards the crowd.
"I am glad to be facing you alone," the man remarked without a hint of mockery. "Single combat between our skill with the sword. I look forward to it."
"As do I," Catherine nodded with respect. "I would not have it any other way.
As they exchanged pleasantries, the arbiter appeared before them, raising his hand high as both fighters dropped into a stance.
It finally begins.
Both combatants ready! First match…START!
In a flash, the two dashed forward clashing almost instantly causing a gust of wind and energy to reverberate past them. Liban's lone sword held back the crossed blades of Catherine, both realizing their strength was quite even, neither able to push the other even a step back.
Catherine broke contact first, spinning fluidly like a ballerina only barely missing striking his exposed neck as he ducked low, her shorter blade catching his counterattack. The spectators cheered as the duel of skill sped throughout the castle ruins. The Bael Knight's attacks were clearly heavier, hewing stone as he missed caving in walls, but Catherine was faster and had more flexibility. Half the men in the audience swooned as she dropped down into a full split to avoid his next blow, clipping his legs and drawing the first blood as he fell to a knee.
"Your skill with the sword is superb my lady," Liban congratulated. "But that is not all I have spent my days studying."
Catherine moved the jump back at his threat only to find her feet unable to move. To her dismay, a slow creep of ice had enveloped her left foot protruding from his sword stuck into the ground she had originally thought he was using to catch a breath. An electric current followed the ice, surging into her body and locking her joints in pain. Dorian turned as Seekvaira noticeably flinched at the attack.
"Are you okay?" He offered a hand, but she recoiled, clearly regretting it a moment later.
"I am…fine Dorian, I merely have lost my enjoyment of the game." She rested a palm on her right lower back, where her maimed wing resided.
She would say that, even though Rating Games are required by her people to gauge their social standing? I suppose as the sole heiress she doesn't have to worry about that, but still…
"I am sorry," he started, only for her to round on him, her eyes demanding silence.
"Only Diodora should be apologizing for that day, and he is dead. My peerage understands, but there is more than one way to prove our strength. Standing with the Crossroads, with you," she clenched her fists for a moment before releasing them. "I will prove my worth that way and maybe one day return to the field."
"We'll help however we can," Dorian insisted as they returned their attention to the field, Catherine still unable to move before Sairaorg's Knight's assault. "Take all the time you need."
"Thank you, Dorian."
Thank you, for everything.
"I am the result of the last member of House Crocell and his affair with a powerful mage," he called out for all the audience to hear. "My skill in magecraft and swordsmanship complement each other!"
"I kn…k…k…"
"You what?"
"I k-knew that, saw your match against Z-zephyrdor…you were inspiri-ng."
With a sudden push of strength, Catherine cast one of her swords right at Liban, the man barely dodging it in time. The curved blade sailed through the air, imbedding itself in the back wall.
"You needn't lash out so crudely," Liban announced securely as he sent a stronger wave of electricity into her. "It is unbecoming of you."
"And arrogance doesn't f-fit you," Catherine bit through the pain and convulsions of the energy still coursing through her. "Th-these swords are sisters, j-just like mine they are linked, now and forever."
Liban cried in pain as his own electrical attack jumped from the hilt of the sword still in Catherine's hands towards the one now situated directly behind him like a magnet. The bolt passed through his armor, skin and bone beneath being amplified by the natural magic of the swords. He released the spell far too late, his body smoking with a disgusting smell in the air as he crumpled against the back wall. Finally released of the powerful attack, Catherine stood to her feet, pulling the second blade out of the wall, and holding them up to his chest.
"Do you yield?"
"I-if this were a pure knightly duel, I would be compelled to," he admitted as his eyes began to glow gold. "But my loyalty to my Lord Sairaorg goes beyond my chivalrous code. I WILL ensure victory, no matter the cost to my honor."
Catherine jumped back too late to counter his assault. In a flash, the young devil felt many times heavier, the force of gravity beneath her multiplying to ridiculous degrees. It took all she could to not slam into the ground face first, collapsing to a knee as the pressures around her grew. As Catherine was brought low, Crocell stood himself back up on unsteady legs.
"Behold the Sacred Gear born of my human heritage. Gravity Jail."
"Mr. Azazel told us about that gear!" Issei shouted over the earpiece provided to the competitors, allowing them to receive orders from their King. "It enhances the gravity in any location he is looking at!"
"You have to break his eye contact," Rias commanded.
I have no such magic to do that, Catherine groaned in pain while attempting to overpower the pulses of gravity. It was in vain, each time she made headway at great exertion, he would increase the pressure while advancing. I can buy a little time. As subtly as she could, Catherine inched her fingers towards the armor joints.
"Please retire yourself," Crocell requested. "If you do not, I will be forced to attack you until injuries do so. That would be shameful on mys…"
He jumped back too late as Catherine suddenly stood back up, her blades singing and succeeding in impaling him under the arm where his armor was most open. As she elevated herself, the crowd cheered. She was using her devil wings to fly having undid the straps on her armor allowing the plates to fall free to the ground below, crushing it with the weight. Free of the constraints, the Knight slashed again, the pull of gravity still prevalent, however not so powerful without the heavy gear. The men of the audience were quite enamored, there being little but a thin leotard with all other protection, including her gambeson, discarded.
Just another step, Catherine pleaded with herself as she went for the follow-up blow. Just one more and I can strike at…
She did not get the second step, her opponent reacting quickly as his Sacred Gear spiked to full power. Even with no armor, the levels of gravity upon her became too great, Catherine smashing into the ground so hard that blood spat from her mouth. Crocell followed up, a spear of fire erupting from his blade to impale her as she stood immobilized. No matter how much she tried again, she could not move.
"That was excellent," the blonde knight admitted with a gasp of pain trying to stop the bleeding under his arm. "But I must end things here."
That was my last strategy, the pink-haired woman growled, angry at herself more than her foe. If I could only lift these arms.
"Cat," the calm voice of Kiba entered her ears next. "Please, you have to use them."
Them? She glanced towards each sword in her quivering hands, even as unbearably heavy as they now were she refused to drop them. The instruments forged in Heaven she had been granted prior to her excommunication. Ever since her reincarnation as a devil she had used them as blades only, fearful to tap further into their might for the consequences of failure.
"You were afraid in Kyoto," he stressed further. "But Holy and Devil powers need not fear mixing anymore. Like my Balance Breaker, don't be afraid of what could happen, stand up and fight with all you have. I know you can, you nearly beat me, remember?"
"I…did," she replied aloud. "But these powers were meant for humans. If I use them as a devil, it could burn me to nothing." She recalled the stories from her childhood, devils consumed in holy fire to such an extent not even a soul remained much in the way Cao Cao had threatened Issei with the True Longinus. If a devil died by such a method, reincarnation and an afterlife would be impossible, nothing would remain. That terror in the back of her mind had paralyzed her from their use for so long, even in the face of death in Kyoto. "Not even the retirement system may react to it in time."
"Or you could become something more," Kiba insisted once more. "It won't destroy you, you're too strong for that."
"Yea, you even got a hit on pretty boy," Issei piped in, drawing a confused glance from Kiba. "If that's not impressive, I don't know what is!"
"Even if something happened, we'd all rush the field to keep you from burning," Rias raised her voice loud enough to almost be heard without the earpiece. Catherine was not sure how to respond to her assertion as entering the field out of turn would result in an instant disqualification. "You will not perish here today. I will not allow it…YOU will not allow it! Show us what you can do!"
"What I can do?" she repeated as Crocell approached, finally having tended to his wounds. Looking out to the audience, she spotted where Riser Phenex' peerage was sat, Migdalia among them on her feet shouting. She could not hear her words, but it was clear she cheered for her win. She knew beyond a doubt that the others were watching from Vanaheim which spurred strength into her legs. "I am a Knight, a Knight to Rias Gremory. I have overcome worse and shall do so again here. You…" her booming voice caused her opponent to pause fearing where the newfound confidence arose from. "Do you know what these are?" She propped up her swords, allowing her up to one knee.
"Holy swords," he answered bluntly. "Altered variants from the look."
"Not just holy swords," she explained. "These are known as Seraphim Gladios. They were gifted so that I may grow closer to God in time. Alas I never got to use them when I was alive. To defeat you, I will risk the flames of annihilation!"
Catherine screamed aloud as a golden fire erupted from the swords forcing Crocell to halt his advance once more lest he be caught up in them. It was holy fire, flames brought to Earth from Heaven itself emerging from within the depths of the jewels set within the pommels finally unleashed after years sealed. Her screams heightened as the flames crept along her body, eventually engulfing her wings. As the conflagration spread, the plumes consuming her devil wings enveloped them, taking on the silhouette of those born by angels.
"Cat!" Kiba screamed, the rest of the Gremory Team calling her name in concern, Rias taking all her willpower not to join them and hold her composure before the crowd. She readied herself, prepared to make good on her oath to save her if need be.
WHAT A DISPLAY! The announcer boomed. Mr. Azazel, can you explain what is going on?
[It's been a while since I've seen one Seraphim Gladios, let alone two of them.]Azazel called out boisterously to the audience. [Think of them as a sneak peek for those who were working towards Heaven. It allows the wielder to take on attributes and powers of a low-tier angel.]
Magnificent, so if she were a human, she'd become an angel for a time? But she has been a devil for years!
[And that is what she risks now.] Azazel was leaning out of his seat. [If you had asked me a year ago what would happen if a devil tried to wield those particular swords, I'd tell you they were destined for death. But I have seen these kids do so much in the last year. I couldn't tell you now!]
"Please stand down!" Crocell called out, true concern for his opponent in his voice. "You have satisfied honor, do not let it burn away all that you…are?"
Halfway through his statement the Knight faltered, realizing that the screams had lessened, finally stopping altogether. Across the way, Catherine stood up tall despite the flames still burning bright. The golden light of Heaven and the black of her devil powers seemed to have mixed, a dark light shining, surrounding her wreathed in gold flames. Instead of angel wings, a fiery outline enveloped her devil ones, upon her head a blazing crown bore down on him, the light of her eyes commanding his respect. It was as if she had donned armor made of energy.
"What is this?"
"Something wonderful," Catherine held up her hands, looking herself over completely stunned by the transformation she had undergone. "I am a devil but bask in the warmth of Heaven. What a blessing this is, both sides hurt me and my sisters…yet together are so serene. Kiba, is this what you feel when you wield your Balance Breaker? Angels are meant to be the light in the darkness, but I have become both the light and dark at once."
She has become a…Holy Devil! The resounding announcement sent the audience into a flurry. What an extraordinary turn of events to open this series! Something never before seen in history, and our audience members are witnesses firsthand!
"I can't let you do this, Gravity Jail!" He called out, the surge of gravity pulling against her newfound strength. "When you are down once more…"
He did not finish the sentence as with a flourish of her wings a light matching that of the sun itself erupted from her body. Crocell could not keep his eyes open, breaking the connection to slam them shut against the burn. With no sight, his Sacred Gear shut down, the wounded knight raising his sword to defend any attack as he generated a magic mirror to reflect the rays. He did not have time to complete his plan.
All became darkness for Crocell, but the audience saw Catherine, soaring overheard like a star dashing past her opponent, blades swinging so fast none but the strongest could make out their path. The seconds passed as the Holy Devil just stood there beside Crocell before the man crumpled to the ground engulfed in flame. The retirement system quickly kicked in, dousing the knight as he began to disappear, being teleported to safety officially defeated at last.
AND THE FIRST MATCH GOES TO TEAM GREMORY WITH A MAGNIFICENT OPENING! Simply incredible! With but a single sensational sword swipe she sends him soaring! He barely noticed the awkward glance of Azazel and Diehauser at his alliteration wordplay.
The audience cheered as Catherine finally released the transformation, feeling the strain of using the power for too long. Making her way to the teleportation circle, she returned to their base, collapsing into a seat as Asia quickly started administering Twilight Healing.
"Well done," Rias complimented. "Rest now, you have more than earned it."
"I guess we got two now who can mix holy and devil energies," Akeno congratulated while glancing between her and Kiba. "A few more and they'll be mistaking us for a Crossroad."
"Kiba," she looked up into her fellow Knight's eyes. "I am sorry, if I had used that at Kyoto, we might have…"
"We don't know what would have happened," he gently cut off her apology. "It may not have worked; it may have transformed you and we still lost. There is no need to dwell on it. This is your accomplishment. You merged two opposing forces together far more closely than I."
"I don't care what they call it," Issei blurted out, his blood pumping from watching the fight. "You sure looked like an angel to me!" Catherine looked away with an uncharacteristic blush, flexing her wings wondering if that were true.
No time for mourning our fallen combatant, gotta keep that ball rolling for the second match of the day! KINGS, ROLL YOUR DICE!Rias and Sairaorg quickly followed the commands once more, the values landing once more. Three and five, total of eight. Oh my, there are many more combinations from that roll! If you will head back to your bases, we'll engage the shroud to…
"I choose Coriana Andrealphus!" Sairaorg suddenly called out before he could be given the privacy to make the decision unseen. The crowd started mumbling between one another, uncertain if it had been a mistake or purposeful. The beautiful blonde who was a bit older than the high school students stepped forward, her wavy hair and professional skirted suit giving the image of a proper businesswoman. Her glamor sent the crowd roaring again.
You've given up the element of secrecy for such a declaration? Why?
"Sairaorg wants her to face him specifically," Dorian muttered under his breath, he and Freyja spotting the Bael heir's eyes drift across the field to Issei. The Einherjar had been so enthralled by the previous fight that he'd drifted towards empty seat beside the Goddess without realizing it mid-patrol. The Queen of the Norse did not mind, using a sip from her wine up to hide the smile of contentment.
"I wish to know how Issei Hyoudou will respond! Coriana has a technique that will nullify all his perverted moves! I challenge them directly and his assertion that no woman can defeat him!"
[A Bold Claim indeed!] This time it was Azazel who took over. [I have seen these moves of Issei's firsthand, being able to read the thoughts of breasts and blow away their clothes makes him unequalled against women]
And he comes up with such moves often? Somehow the commentary had taken a turn into an odd topic. Even Diehauser Belial seemed fascinated with the coming bout.
[The kid has a brain like a sponge absorbing anything that is taught or enters his head. Especially when it comes to perverted things, he is a savant in that regard.]
"Sponge Dragon! Sponge Dragon! Sponge Dragon!" Dorian groaned as the sudden cry rose up from the children's section of the audience while the rest seemed unable to resist laughter at the fallen angel's remarks. Issei covered his face as the rest of the team started to look very uncomfortable.
"Am I hearing things?" Dorian muttered in horror to Freyja who could not give him a blissfully ignorant lie. She shook her head, confirming this was indeed reality.
"FINE!" Issei shouted at last if only to silence the laughter. "I accept your challenge!"
"Geez," Rias sighed, rubbing her temples harder than ever before. "It's clearly a trap, but maybe this can still work. In terms of pure strength, you are far stronger than her, but they are definitely up to something."
"I can't turn down a direct challenge, can I?" He insisted. "Especially targeting the techniques I took so much pride in developing! They may be up to something, but I doubt he'd try anything underhanded."
I saw how he spoke in the hospital; he isn't the type to set a cheap trap. Anyone as high up and powerful as him kneeling to help his mother isn't that kind of person. He would barely admit it, but he was excited to see what this technique of the Bishop's was to challenge his own. With all the restrictions lifted, he could use any of them without penalty.
"Go then, I permit it," Rias finally allowed. "But don't let your guard down."
"You're the best!" He half-jumped for joy before bowing politely and rushing towards the transfer circle, appearing upon the field moments later. He breathed deep realizing the new environment chosen was a beautiful field of flowers. The smell cleared his sinuses, many he recognized from the rooftop of the Crossroad Tower, the makers clearly having used various species beyond the Underworld's borders.
And the Oppai Dragon joins the fray! The fans exploded, Irina and Bennia amping them up as they walked between the rows. Give it up for your hero!
"Oppai! Oppai! Oppai!" They chanted, Irina suddenly looking very uncomfortable at the words coming out of the kid's mouths. She still cheered for Issei, bearing the embarrassment. She'd never seen her childhood friend look so proud, not used to being looked up to by so many. His face said it all, it was a fight he knew he couldn't afford to lose lest he disappoint so many.
At last, Coriana approached from their base popping her hip to the side teasingly. Issei was not alone noticing the coy smile and lick of her lips, the woman receiving as many cheers as he did only from the older male demographic in the stadium.
She excels in all categories of demonic power, but it's more standard. Issei ran over the briefings they'd had on what they knew of Sairaorg's team. No Sacred Gear, predominately a support-class fighter. What could she possibly be up to?
Let the second match…BEGIN!
Issei summoned his gauntlet instantly, activating a promotion to Queen. With the return of his potential in Kyoto, he'd discovered he could do this without Rias' direct assistance. There was still a countdown before he could activate his promoted Balance Breaker where he was weaker. Coriana took advantage of that moment, generating spears of ice glowing with demonic power. The projectiles rained across the field, Issei scrambling to avoid them.
"He's far better," Rossweisse complimented to Thrud from their perch in the stands. She recalled his haphazard dodges of her own strikes in Kyoto compared to now. "While not very graceful, his evasion tactics are…surprisingly effective."
"He has to be," Thrud nodded. "He is most vulnerable in his base form but once he gets to Balance Breaker, the match is over. It makes sense he would prioritize battle avoidance until he can reach that state."
"You aren't half bad," the Bishop complimented as all her attacks failed to reach him. "And here I was hoping I could get you on your knees before you reached your impressive form." Her voice was dripping with seductive tones that would have made even Akeno proud.
"Y-you won't catch me, and it's too late now. BALANCE BREAK!" Issei shouted as red dragon armor surrounded his body. In that form, there was likely none on their team aside from Sairaorg himself who could stand against him. "Now I have the power I need to use all my moves against you!"
The Oppai Dragon has taken the field! The younger audience members are even more excited to see their hero! Which move will he use first?
"DO YOUR BEST OPPAI DRAGON!" The rows shouted down to him, none louder than Lirenkus. With the motivation of so many behind him, Issei turned on Coriana at last.
"Now, tell me what you plan to do first! Booblingual!"
This'll be perfect, Issei thought to himself. I'll use this to find out her strategy and blow away her clothes the instant she gets close. Once I have her body saved to memory it'll be simple to…
"To strip, of course."
Before the field of effect for his ability could reach the voluptuous Bishop, it receded as he realized what she was doing. Without any coaxing or words from her, the woman had already popped the top three buttons of her blazer to reveal generous cleavage. Issei's eyes locked onto her breasts unable remove them.
"What is she doing?" Dorian blurted out from the stands as he leaned forward. She had her business jacket removed in due course, throwing it to the wind to smack Issei in the face.
"Maybe it's weighted to unleash power?" Zepar asked, though clearly knew before he finished that was not the case.
"Now THIS is my kind of fight," Odin adjusted his false eye allowing for a better look. "An ingenious counter to Mr. Hyoudou's abilities. He can't blow her clothes off if she doesn't have any," he slapped his knee with a guffaw as his wife glared him almost literal daggers.
Issei quickly removed the jacket obscuring his vision only to be struck by a sudden surge of demonic spears, his agility from before gone. He moved to close the gap only to freeze again as a pair of shoes flew past. Coriana had just discarded her footwear and was working on the clasp of her skirt.
"The skirt too?"
I can't attack her during this! Even Mr. Azazel is looking at her!
"Issei, what are you doing?" Rias insisted strongly over the earpiece. "She is wide open; a single Dragon Shot will finish this!"
"I…I can't!"
Combatant Coriana is actually taking her clothes off in front of the entire stadium! Fortunately, our filters will add an effect for the younger audience members. Glancing upward, Dorian noticed that to those on the monitor, Coriana remained clothed, a series of rotating costumes from a purple dragon to swimsuits preventing any from realizing what she was really doing. A shroud similar to that used on the bases for privacy prevented them from just looking into the arena.
"Blasphemy!" Ratatoskr slammed his fists on the railing. "I'm going in for a closer look! If I don't return, remember me as I was!" Dorian could not stop him before he bounded towards the field to reach closer sight-range. Odin had no such issue, his eye seeing past all illusions.
"Sh-she must have a deeper plan, BOOBLINGUAL!" Issei called upon his ability yet again, the field of power encompassing the young woman at last. "Now tell me breasts, what is her plan?"
"I am going to take off my blouse buttons one. at. a. time."
"She…what?" Issei was frozen again with blood dribbling from his nose, realizing the voice was not lying as her buttons fell open one after another. He did not wait for her next thought as another hail of javelins struck him. Despite being much weaker than the Red Dragon Emperor, the sheer number was starting to hurt. Yet through the pain, he refused to counterattack.
"Issei!" Rias shouted again. "YOU HAVE to fight back! If this keeps up, you are going to lose!"
"I can't do that!" he cried aloud. "How can I Dress Break a woman who is willingly taking them off? And Booblingual is just telling me what clothing she'll take off next! How often I've dreamed of a situation like this!"
[So that is Sairaorg's plan], Azazel finally explained. [Her breasts tell Issei what she will take off next, blinding him from her actual attack plans and rendering his Dress Break useless. Men cannot resist a woman taking off their clothes just for them. Issei is worse than most, he'd never pass up this situation, what a terrifying technique. Issei has no counter for this as the Oppai Dragon.]
"You…have GOT to be kidding me,' color drained from Dorian's face as he heard the explanation. Even as the members of Rias' team sighed at Issei incredulously, the young Pawn's face made it clear that everything the Governor-General said was true. He even had tears of joy streaming from his eyes as the ice javelins continued to fly. All the while, Coriana continued her strip show, shedding her skirt with a playful twirl.
"Would I be allowed to beat up my own teammate?" Koneko asked flatly, Catherine slowly banging her head off the nearby seat even as Asia tried to heal it again and again. She flinched as more spears struck Issei, the last managing the crack his armor. It didn't matter, even as the last started chipping away at his Balance Breaker, he continued to just stare.
She's down to just her bra and panties, her breasts are almost as big as the President's. I have no words, I cannot hit her, it would be a crime against all men!
"I hear you're a breast-man," Coriana turned, showing off her back as she unhooked her bra. Catching the front with her hands, she refused to let it fall, her back bare but chest still obscured.
"Indeed," Sairaorg grinned with the unparalleled success of his plan. "Mr. Held made it quite clear in the hospital how focused Issei is on the chest. Play to that strength and he will be utterly powerless."
If I wait a little longer, she'll show them off. I can hear her breasts, that is her plan. All I need to do is wait a bit more and…
"WHAT THE HEL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?"
The resounding scream was so loud from the audience that Issei still heard it from the field. Looking up, he saw Dorian leaning so far over the railing he was worried he'd fall over. His eyes were wide, a vein throbbing at the top of his head and knuckles white from gripping the safety bar so strongly. Even Coriana stopped to look up, the scream louder than all others cheering.
"She is playing you! Is seeing one more pair of breasts so much greater than your goal to prove yourself here and win for Rias?! Shoot her, punch her, kick her, bite her, pick her up and throw her…do…SOMETHING!"
"I think he broke Dorian," Bennia remarked while trying to hold in her laugh, Hecuba torn between joining in or hiding back before such an awkward exchange. "Forget the match, wanna bet how long before that vein blows?"
"Dorian bites?" Kuroka's enthusiasm was far too chipper for their comfort.
"Is the Oppai Dragon okay mom?" Lirenkus asked his parents, the two glancing back and forth uncertain how to explain.
"He…must have been put under a spell of the opponent," his father tried to rationalize. "Yes, that is it."
"Quite the effective one, I recall you succumbing to that once or twice." His wife coyly replied.
"You two used to fight?"
"DEAR!"
It's not so simple Goldie, you wouldn't understand. This is what I live for, moments like this. Nothing else matters, right?
Issei deflected another spear barely, the damage starting to compound. She still had yet to drop her bra, the anticipation blinding him to all else…almost all else. From their team base, he spotted not just the others looking at him ashamed, but Rias with an expression that bit deep. An expression of uncertainty
She doesn't know if I can make it. How can I? This is what I live for, how can I pass up an opportunity like this? But if I lose here, Sairaorg will probably steamroll the rest of the team. If I lose here, she loses. This is what I live for…right?
"Oops," Coriana covered her mouth feigning true embarrassment as her bra finally fluttered to the ground revealing her breasts wholly for Issei to see. Neither spotted a wide-eyed squirrel watching through binoculars just outside the field's boundaries. "Let me get that." She bent over, subtly working on sliding her panties down last.
If I don't do something, I am going to lose. Issei's nose was dripping blood, eyes fixed upon her breasts swaying in and out of view as she knelt to retrieve her clothes. Even as his blood pumped at the dream come true, he felt the same sensation of determination in his chest that assailed him in Kyoto when his potential had returned. Like a second presence inside his soul striving for him to see the whole picture. I have to choose here and now; the vision of this dance burned into my brain for all time, or…
BOOST! BOOST! BOOST! BOOST! BOOST! BOOST! BOOST! BOOST! BOOST! BOOST! BOOST! BOOST! BOOST! BOOST! BOOST! BOOST! BOOST! BOOST! BOOST!
"WHAT?" Coriana looked up, having retrieved her bra just in time to spot the largest Dragon Shot she had ever seen rocketing towards her. The blast did not connect, rather exploding next to her feet with such force the unprepared Bishop was sent flying nearly reaching the audience before being retired. Even with the incredible willpower mustered, Issei could not bear to blast a woman stripping her bra before panties head-on.
Combatant Sairaorg's Bishop has been retired for leaving the field area, the Oppai Dragon wins. Naud announced, but his voice had no emotion behind it, clearly agreeing with the shocked Azazel beside him that they had wished the spectacle to continue longer.
"He…did it," Dorian muttered in shock almost the exact moment Koneko did from the field. "He actually did it."
"I don't know whether to be proud or embarrassed it took so much effort," Freyja mused with a sip of her drink. "He chose victory over his perversions, possibly the first time he actually had to truly pick."
Two major changes in as many days, Dorian thought while leaning back in his seat. If that and my own realizations don't prove miracles can happen, nothing will. He used his perverted attacks to help Yasaka and now he's bypassed that same perversion to win for Rias…
"Well done, though that was a horrible match," Kiba remarked with an awkward smile as Issei returned to their base.
"Are you alright?" Rias asked as she approached, Issei stopping just in front of her.
"Yea Pres, I'm okay. I just wish they'd turn off the rain."
"But Issei, it's not…" she stopped only upon seeing that tears were running down his cheeks as the realization set in, no longer ones of joy. The chance to watch a full strip tease just for him from start to end, but he'd chosen to end it of his own will. "Oh Issei." Rias stepped forward, embracing him with a pull of his head towards her bountiful bosom.
It wasn't the same, but against all odds, it helped. They wouldn't have long until the next match was called, but the young Pawn would take every opportunity he could. It was just a hug, even being so close to her breasts on the surface it was nothing compared to a full strip tease. Despite that thought running through his head, Issei slowly started feeling better, the concept of Rias doing something so simple as a hug rivaling what Coriana offered starting to register in his mind.
Elsewhere within Agares Isle…
"Section 40, clear," the Agares guardsman sighed as he stepped through, glancing each way before moving to the next. "Section 41…clear."
How did I get the bad luck of core duty on today of all days? He half sobbed, the overtime pay being the only shining light through it all. The final match going on right above me and I'm stuck on patrol duty. I'll watch the recording later, if anyone spoils it for me, I'll…
He froze, raising his weapon as he heard a clanging sound as he reached Section 42. The cold hatch was closed, but he was sure he'd heard something. Opening it slowly, he peeked around the corner ready to fire at a moment's notice. He saw nothing. The room was as vacant as ever, the soft thrumming below making his ears shake. Due to the proximity to the core, it could be used for little more than basic storage, scattered crates and other supplies thrown haphazardly around. He nearly jumped as the rattling caused one to fall, allowing him to sigh in relief.
"Don't scare me like that," he finally breathed easy. "Section 42, clear." He announced proudly with a slam of the door. He did not know how wrong he was. A trench coated man stepped out from around the box that had just fallen whistling an eerie melody softly enough to be covered by the poundings of the core that were like music to his ears. Adjusting the hat on his head, he pulled out a strange device in his hand, the instruments on it moving wildly from one side to the other.
If all their followers were so inept this war would be over in a day, Moloch grinned as he looked over the readings he was receiving from the Core of Agares Isle. Even better than we hoped. Their precious Evil Pieces mineral is truly something, in such quantities as the core it is the most potent power source on the planet.
The devil tipped his hat the other way, half-dancing around the room before laying the device on the floor, plopping down cross legged in prepared for the duration.
An hour or so, then we'll have everything we need. This is almost too easy, the worst part will be the boredom of…huh? For the first time in longer than he cared to admit, Moloch was surprised as the device suddenly started going haywire. It wasn't due to the power of the core, even their highest estimates wouldn't have caused any issues in gathering the hourly energy output of Agares Isle, however now the device was whirring almost loudly enough to be heard outside the room. There was only one explanation he could think of. With a trepidation and curiosity surpassing all expectations, he glanced upward towards the ceiling and arena that lay far above him.
"A power reading rivaling the core itself?" The device had been supplied by their vaunted benefactors as supposedly able to read any energy signature in existence, even those not yet acknowledged by the world at large, it was meant to peer deep into the core of Agares Isle and discern its power, yet now was registering something unknown and the two were nearly overloading its capacity. Not even the combined deities and forces watching above should have been able to do that without firing their best attacks simultaneously. "Now what kind of monster would be capable of that?"
The finals of the tournament to determine the strongest young devil begin with a strong start for Team Gremory, but will it last? Dorian and the Crossroads protect them unaware of the subtlety of their foe's machinations long in the planning, yet not even their sinister foresight capable of seeing all. Until next time, I hope everyone stays safe, Reads and Reviews…but most of all Enjoys! :D