The world was blurred to my eyes, I was only just able to make out the door to my room through the tears splashing down my cheeks.

I could still feel the phantom sensation of my brother's power bearing down on me, the barest hints of destruction personified tearing into reality like a hungry beast. A shiver crawled down my spine in a near languid fashion, the feeling warped by my own state.

If it wasn't for the fact I already had an understanding of what exactly my brother had done to himself I would be in a much worse state.

Really any normal child would have absolution shit their pants, and turned into a complete sobbing mess, if they didn't pass out.

I on the other hand had only done one of those things.

Well I'd also run out of the room in a sobbing mess, but to be honest the I would have probably stayed in the same spot if only to get comforting hugs if not for one thing.

My Brother had let his power out, a power that the changes he's made to himself ment it came out as Destruction. Admittedly nowhere near as threatening to me as it would be to your average joe. After all I was a Gremory, more specifically I was a Gremory descended from a Bael, one with access to the Power Of Destruction. I was naturally resistant to all forms of supernatural Destruction.

It was one of the reasons the Bael were so feared, as a result of POD they were slightly more resistant to all forms of magic that could try and 'destroy' us. It had allowed the bael to fight on the same battlefield as god himself despite shining his holy light at its strongest.

I naturally had the same thing and while my brother's destruction was a great deal more potent than what my resistance could handle. That would only be if he was actually trying, uncontrolled destruction like that was like throwing a gust of wind at a brick wall.

However I had essentially been in a bathtub full of destruction, with my clothes on. I was probably cleaner than I'd ever been if I was honest, but I was also completely naked.

I could feel the blush climbing my face, as I raced into my room. All but scrambling to pull on another set, though I noted my shoes had survived along with my socks.

Was this a result of a near hentai world running on anime logic? I feel like I should be cursing someone out for this.

It was only when I finally threw on a blue overly large hoodie, over my white button up did I start to feel my tears cut off. I could still feel shivers trailing down my spine, aftershocks as my mind tried to calm down.

I was still a mess, my eyes were red and my face was covered in tear tracks. It didn't help that my hair had seemingly turned shocking white again. I'd only just started getting my red hair back dammit!

Though as much as I'd like to hole up in my room, I knew I needed to go back and talk to my brother. So I walked back over to the door, and turned the knob. Only to hiss as a jolt of pain shot down my arm from my palm.

Jumping back I looked at my hand only to see my burn, now completely visible since my brother had destroyed the bandages along with my clothes.

I sighed, mostly in exasperation as tears started falling down my face again. Wiping the tears off my face with the sleeve of my incredibly soft hoodie, I walked over to my bathroom and started treating it.

Since it was conceptual damage I had to rub in a really smelly paste before I could wrap it again. Honestly the fact it was well known you could heal conceptual damage with a paste made of some fairly common plants was a little stunning.

I mean I made myself with only a couple of common plants scattered around the grounds as decoration. Some of them had been growing in the garden as weeds!

Regardless I tightened the wrap around my palm, before the lack of light shining in through my window. Usually the position of my window means light was always glaring in at all times, sans just before about eight at night.

Which meant I'd wasted more than an hour wrapping my hand! I rushed out of my room nearly tripping as I sprinted down the halls. The old doors passed in a blur as I rushed back to the drawing room.

I slid to a stop, my shoes scraping against what I assume to be incredibly expensive carpet as I stopped in front of the old wooden doors.

I ran my hand through my hair out of nervous habit, realizing in the back of my mind that that meant I had lost another hair tie,I shook my head and pushed the door open.

Inside it was a wreck, or about a fourth of one I guess.

Most of the room was fine, having been spared my brothers, fit? I'm honestly not really sure what happened. It probably didn't matter much either way, because there was now a small crater taking up about a fourth of the room. The walls were missing random sections, gouges like something had clawed sections out of it.

To top it off, standing at the edge of the crater was Grayfia. Her dress was completely unruffled, and not a hair out of place, like she hadn't been shoved to the floor under my brother's power.

She maintained perfect posture and bowed to me at my entrance like she wasn't standing next to a crater in the floor, as she stated in a perfectly level tone. "Welcome back Lady Rias."

I could almost pretend I hadn't run out of the room after flashing her when my brother destroyed my clothes.

I never thought I would think of such a sentence.

The amount of effort I had to expend just to get Grayfia to sit, really she needs to know when her maid fetish should take the backseat.

Also something I'm never going to say to her face, even her currently calm face was a little intimidating in just how flat it was. Then again she'd had to deal with my brother's eccentricities for more than four centuries. Just about anyone would develop a straight face after dealing with him that long every day.

"Lady Rias, I must apologize for my Master's behavior and his swift departure. He had discovered some upsetting things and his reaction was overblown in his emotions."

Grayfia should do book readings, even with the subject her voice was kind of soothing, wait that's not important. "Grayfia, It's Rias. We've talked about this before and my brother having some kind of panic attack won't change it." She blinked in a way that reminded me of a cat.

"Panic attack?" She said nonplussed, as though having never heard the expression before. I had to admit to being confused by her lack of knowledge. "Something that happens to Humans when they're overwhelmed by emotions. Typically triggered by something specific or distressing." I said trying to explain in the briefest way possible.

"Anyway I don't suppose he's going to be back anytime soon?" I said with a slight hope only for it to be dashed when she shook her head. Damn I'd been hoping to get some tips on how to use my Destruction. Sure I could shoot it and move it around, and I'd been training on some more esoteric uses by making my dinnerware, but that couldn't be all of it? Could it? I shook the thought off, looking at Grayfia. "I don't suppose you've picked up on any tricks for the Power of Destruction have you?" Grayfia did that slow cat-like blink again though I was confused on why she was confused.

"Tricks?" She said "I'm not sure what you mean Rias." She said as she pulled up the cup of tea I'd set out for my brother for a sip. "Well," I said, summoning a small marble of destruction. " I Know how to summon it and move around but-" I said, making the marble grow into a basketball and having it wiggle around my head like it was possessed by the spirit of Lebron only for a small crash to break my train of thought.

Grayfia was sitting there with the first real expression I'd seen on her face since my brother left. The tea cup sitting cracked on the ground, as she stared with mindless intensity at my blob of destruction.

I could only stare at confusion, I'd never seen Grayfia break anything outside a spar. Let alone fine china.

I wonder if I passed out when my brother had his panic attack, Grayfia breaking her tea cup was just surreal enough for me to believe this was a dream.

I never did get an explanation for the stunned expression on her face or the breaking of the tea cup. Grayfia just smoothed her face again and deflected my questions before hurrying through the visit like a speedrunner.

In the end I was left alone in the Drawing room, confused and more than a little annoyed.

I was also just a little sad, their visits were the only real social interaction I got anymore and I was kind of looking forward to having a little movie marathon with my brother while I could.

I mean I had my magic skype visits with Sona, but that only seemed to enforce just how lonely I was. Sure I was functioning way better than I should be for a child left alone for more than a year, but I wasn't exactly the picture of wellness.

I shook my head again, trying to banish the creeping isolation from my head, as I stood up.

I had a book on golemancy to read up on, and if I got bored I could go do my dragon practice. Well I say dragon practice but all I'm really doing is reading books about dragons, looking at pictures of dragons, and just about anything I could to get in the mindset of 'I am a dragon'.

I'm not sure if it's working if I'm honest.

Sometimes I think I felt something different, other times I got absolutely zilch. Their was that one time I lost something like four hours just staring at a wall muttering 'I am a Dragon.' over and over. But I might have just fallen asleep.

However none of that matters, it's time for golemancy.

Golemancy is actually pretty interesting, sure I'm starting from the very basics. To be honest it's still really complicated. If I didn't have experience with algebra and calculus I probably wouldn't understand any of it.

However in the end it was still the basics, and pretty easy to learn since it was designed to be. As a result I was scraping the chalk off my hand after scratching a complicated geometric pattern inside a circle.

Alongside a really derpy clay statue of an indiscernible four legged creature in the middle of the circle. To be honest I'd tried for a dog, but in the end I couldn't even tell which side was supposed to be the front.

Regardless I brushed off my skirt and stood up taking a step back, just in case. A glance around the room to double check in case I missed something I started the spell.

Green light sparked off the circle, being wider than my brother was tall it lit up the small store room I'd chosen for my little experiment. Glancing off the stone bricks it looked particularly ominous for the equivalent of an apprentice learning their first minor spell to create a training light.

Then the room was drowned in a flash of light bright enough I had to blink my eyes furiously trying to clear my vision. It was bad enough I had to rub my eyes with my hands trying to get rid of the blur as I groaned in irritation.

When my vision cleared I opened my eyes to see the circle had been burned into the floor, still crackling with residual energy. In the center was my little derpy clay doll, magic still climbing over it even as the circle drained it away.

I licked my lips, edging my way along the circle. I knew from the book it would be a bit too hot for a human to touch, but I was a Devil Dragon so I could take it.

Reaching down I picked up the clay doll, it was about the size of a brick so I was able to hold it in my hand. I was almost disappointed when I brought it up to my face and it didn't move at all.

Maybe I screwed up the spell? I might have made a mistake in the circle, or maybe I hadn't used enough power?

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I felt movement. Looking at my hand I found the derpy thing struggling in my grip and put it on the ground, only for it to crawl over and start tugging on my pant leg.

I couldn't help the smile that grew on my face.

Sure this was literally the most basic spell in Golemancy, creating a small figure that mirrored the actions the caster associated with a small creature like a dog.

However it was also permanent, so this little derp would be around until I purposefully destroyed the circle. Otherwise you'd have to break the doll itself, not an easy thing to do since the ritual imparted the strength of granite onto the clay.

Either way, it was a start.