Freed was cornered, his back against the wall, the devil called Sora approached.
Bastard had made two things clear.
One: He absolutely hated him.
Two: He did not believe in reloading.
He had been mostly successful in avoiding being turned into swiss cheese until the bastard's bullets ceased. But his right leg had been shot through three times, and he took two shots through his right side.
Sora said nothing as he reached Freed, he just glared.
Freed remembered how things went down two weeks ago. The fucker had screamed like such a little bitch when he cut him up a bit.
Oh how the tables had turned.
But why was he taking so long? He was just standing there… menacingly. The will to kill was clear in his eyes, but also conflicted.
Oh, of course, that classic 'I'm not like you' spiel was probably going on through the brat's fucking head. Hell, even the gatling gun in his hands was shaking as his lips turned into a snarl. Good fucking Lord, get it over with already!
If he was going to die, at the very least don't make him fucking wait!
That and he was strapped with over a dozen Holy Water Grenades that'd go off the moment the first bullet hits his chest. Shit would absolutely soak the fucker and melt him to the bone like acid. It wasn't the first time he'd used this tactic, but still, having fucking grenades of any kind go off on his body hurt like hell, super soldier bullshit or not.
Click!
Freed blinked.
Click! Click!
Sora's eyes widened.
He pulled the trigger a few more times before the chains around his arms unraveled, and he began to struggle to lift the gatling gun. The gun slipped from his grip and fell to the ground with a harsh sound that echoed throughout the factory.
"Uhhhhhhh…" Sora made an awkward and nervous sound.
'Holy fuck, which one of us has Devil's Luck again? Fucker's out of juice!' A twisted grin began to form on Freed's face. "Having performance issues, buddy?"
All of the bravado and confidence practically drained from his face. "I-I swear this has never happened before!"
Freed barked in laughter as he slowly drew the handle of his light sword. "I'm sure, you fuckin' quickshot."
Irritation flashed across the devil's face. "Okay, first of all: no to that nickname. Second: …can we have like a five minute gatorade break?"
Freed ignited his blade.
Sora's face fell. "Yeah… I figured."
[-]
Sona was confused.
She, her Peerage, and the ORC stood triumphantly before a small army of now defeated exorcists and three Fallen Angels. The battle had taken around a half hour, mostly because they were fighting non-lethally, if that had been going all out it would've only taken five minutes at minimum. But Sora's idea of blackmailing and extorting one of the Grigori's leaders for this nonsense was too good to pass up.
Something that the baker and amateur mangaka took full advantage of.
Even so…
"This was far too easy." Sona crossed her arms.
Her Queen, Tsubaki, nodded. "Agreed."
Tsubaki's Sacred Gear, Mirror Alice, was enough to knock the Fallen out of their formation and immediately ruin whatever strategy they had. After that it was practically clockwork as the Student Council and ORC practically took them apart.
It felt like overkill.
She had good money on it that Kiba and Koneko alone would've been more than enough to handle the exorcists. And Akeno could probably slaughter those Fallen in a single lightning strike. Of course, her own Peerage would've done just as well if not better, but still, she was expecting…more.
She frowned. "Yet it doesn't feel like a trap…"
The sounds of car tires drifting roared throughout the street corner as the sports car that Sona lent Sora slid around the corner. It sped down the street, before slamming on brakes, coming to a complete stop a few meters away from the group of defeated Fallen and exorcists.
The driver's side door opened, and a large sign fell out. It had a chibi illustration of Sora on it with his tongue stuck out and with him pulling one of his eyelids down.
It read: YOUR PRINCESS IS IN ANOTHER CASTLE!
Confetti then burst out of the opened driver's side door.
The collective reaction of everyone was the same. "What?"
The sound of footsteps came down the corner.
Sona's eyes widened. 'What? But I set up a barrier. No humans should be able to…'
"H-Hello?" A timid voice called out, a blonde girl with emerald eyes and wearing a nun's habit stepped onto the street, in her hands she held one of the flyers used to summon them for contracts, it must've been used to pass the barrier. "I'm Asia Argento, Sora sent me. Are Sona Sitri and Rias Gremory here?"
"Holy crap, she's cute!" Saji exclaimed.
Sona stared at her for a few seconds, glanced at the defeated group, the car, then back at the nun. "Yes, I am Sona Sitri. Where did you just come from, if you wouldn't mind me asking?"
"Oh, uh, the hotel that way." Asia pointed to the large fancy five star hotel a dozen blocks down.
Sona and Rias looked at each other for a few seconds.
The location, the timing, basically everything…
'How far ahead did Sora plan?'
Asia approached Sona, presenting the summoning flier. "He told me to give this to you."
"Ah, thank you." Sona took the flier, and flipped it front and back.
Nothing.
She turned to her Peerage. "Tsubaki, Tomoe, please make sure she's safe and guard her."
They nodded. "Yes, Kaichou."
As the two began chatting with the former nun, Sona noticed the ORC approaching the Fallen, specifically the one wearing the fedora.
"Alright, I'm going to make this simple." Rias spoke. There was a noticeable edge to her voice, "Tell me where Sora is."
The hat wearing Fallen scowled. "Tch. What makes you think I'll tell you a damn thing?"
The small blonde one laughed. "Besides, I'm sure that by now, Raynare's already done tearing your boy toy to shreds!"
Rias took a deep breath. "Akeno?"
The Queen smiled maliciously. "Of course, Buchou."
Akeno raised her dainty hand, and lightning struck the blonde Fallen Angel.
"AAAARRRRRRUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHH!" She screamed in agony for ten full seconds before the Queen lowered her hand.
The lightning stopped, and the Fallen had slumped over unconscious. The one in the hooker outfit suddenly looked very nervous, and began scooting away from her comrade's now smoking body.
Akeno let out a rather sensuous giggle. "Ufufufu… tuckered out already? And you had such nice screams."
Saji paled. "O-Oi, Himejima-senpai is scary…"
Rias looked at him with utter disdain. "Feel like talking now?"
The male Fallen began sweating, but put up a brave face. "Y-You don't intimidate me! Damn Devils!"
Koneko, who had previously quietly let her King handle the situation, had enough of this Fallen's posturing. She walked past Rias, raised her leg and then-
CRACK!
Shattered the asphalt mere inches away from the Fallen's crotch with a single stomp. The Fallen let out a rather unmanly yelp as he scooted back a few feet.
"If you don't tell us where he is, I'll smash 'them.'" The small girl threatened darkly.
"T-Them?" The Fallen's voice turned small and slightly shrill.
Kiba, who'd already caught on to what his fellow Peerage member was doing, created a particularly dangerous looking sword and stood beside Koneko with an all too sweet smile. "I'll cut 'them' off."
Next was Akeno, she walked up beside Kiba, her hands arcing with electricity. "I'll zap 'them' till they pop!"
"I'll vaporize 'them,'" Rias said, the Power of Destruction floating in a ball over her hand, "And then the rest of you."
With each new threat to the Fallen's manhood, he paled further and further until he looked outright ghoulish. Even Saji looked like he was experiencing second hand agony at the mere images those threats brought up.
And at long last, he caved. "H-He's at the abandoned factory on the north side of town! God damn, just leave me alone!"
Koneko narrowed her eyes. "If you lied to us, then you can say goodbye to your balls. Am I understood?"
"Geez! It was the last place we saw him before we were apparently thrown for a wild goose chase!"
"The abandoned factory…" Rias nodded to herself. "I think I know where that is. Follow me!"
Sona watched as the ORC ran off, their wings soon unfurled and they took to the skies. No doubt Sora was going to get an earful or two after this whole mess was said and done, but speaking of the idiot…
Her attention was brought back to the summoning flier. What real purpose did it have? He was thinking so many steps ahead. He was able to predict the location they'd meet the Fallen, and even the amount of time it would take to beat them. Which was doubly confusing since Sora had never seen them fight.
How much did their chess games, the ones that she was sure he was cheating with that supercomputer of his, then proceeded to act like a smug little shit when he won three times in a row-
A blur moved through her version a few buildings down. She could make out a Kuoh Academy male uniform, and a red shirt.
Saji blinked. "Was that Hyoudou-san?"
Sona looked at the flier again, and ran a few basic analysis spells on it. There was some writing on the back of the paper.
All According To Keikaku.
(Translator's note: keikaku means plan)
Sona took a deep breath.
If Freed didn't kill him, she would!
[-]
Freed was going to fucking kill this bastard.
It was a matter of principle at this point!
"You! Have! Got! To! Be! Shitting! Me!" Each word was punctuated by the sound of a high-powered rifle going off, and the sound of him blocking it with his light sword.
That shitty devil couldn't just take his death with grace when he ran out of magic. No!
That Sora fucker ran like a little bitch, and then the bullets came flying all over again! This time at a much slower pace, but from the second floor!
He really should've seen this coming. The fucker lured them out to the factory, the location obviously should've had some importance - and now he knew why. He had a Plan B incase he fucked up. The whole second floor was rigged with booby traps and hidden weapons.
He couldn't get anywhere close to the twink-looking piece of shit without something out of that one old American cartoon about a cat and mouse happening! The tar and feathers was the last fucking straw! How the fuck was he more irritating to fight without magic?!
Freed let out a few shots into the darkness, and clicked his teeth when he heard only the sounds of striking metal. He was running out of bullets-
Click! Click!
Correction. He was out of bullets!
And all of his grenades had been used up.
But Sora had made something very clear as they ran through this shitty factory like a pair of fucking monkeys… he was a shit shot without magic. Devils had natural night vision, meaning he should be able to see him clearly, from how his shots came close but never hit their mark… but his aim was getting better by the minute.
Bastard had to be running out of ammo and weapons sooner or later. He'd seen so many spent cases and empty firearms scattered on the floor it was ridiculous!
Still, being forced to run around like crazy to avoid bullets made his wounds hurt like a bitch. Especially the wound on his side.
"Shit!" Freed dodged a particularly close shot. It actually grazed his cheek.
The insane exorcist heard running footsteps racing across the catwalk he was currently on, and Sora shot out of the darkness, a rifle gripped backwards in his hands. He swung, and the butt of the rifle struck true as it hit him right in his side.
"Grraaaah!" Freed screamed in agony. "You fucking cunt!"
He swung his fist wildly, and finally managed to land a blow against the devil. Punching him across the face and making him stumble back a few steps. Sora massaged his now sore jaw, and spat out a glob of blood.
Little shit had the audacity to smirk. "Is the Pot calling the Kettle black?"
Freed snarled as he drew the handle of his light sword and ignited the blade. "I'll be calling you 'Minced Meat' soon enough!"
Sora's eyes glowed red, the tiny magic circles from before overlapping his eyes once again. He reached into his trench coat and… pulled out an identical light sword and ignited the blade.
Freed's eyes widened. The whole chase and runaround… he wasn't trying to kill him.
That bastard was buying time for his magic to recharge!
Sora grinned viciously. "Show me what you got, Freddy-boy!"
The exorcist let out a battle cry as he rushed Sora, and the schoolboy did the same. The dark factory lit up with each clash of their blades, and Freed began to notice something about Sora's fighting style as he met him blow for blow. Their styles were incredibly similar. No, their styles were exactly the same! It was like fighting against a mirror.
He couldn't penetrate his defenses, every slash, stab, or dirty trick was met with a perfect, calculated counter.
But he also noticed something else, he wasn't talking. His eyes were trained on him like a hawk, the battle taking his complete and utter focus.
Those eyes covered by those magic circles…
If it was true that he was a mere schoolboy before he turned into a Devil then he must've figured out something that could actually give him an edge against him! Could he see the future? No, even Freed would have to admit that even this complete hack of a Devil before him would've been able to slaughter him within seconds. Besides, something of that magnitude would require a genuine Sacred Gear, and from Freed's understanding, Sora didn't have Gears, he had enchanted equipment.
A spell that used the eyes, needed the user's full attention, and needed complete focus on an opponent.
Mind reading? Maybe, but that wouldn't explain how pin-point accurate his swordplay was. Perhaps it was… prediction! If it was a prediction ability, then that could explain the sheer amount of focus he was displaying. He could only just keep up with Freed and nothing more. Then if that was the case, all he had to do was throw off the predictions somehow, but even before Sora had originally run out of mana, he was able to keep up with even the most erratic of fighting styles. So the only solution was to take advantage of the prediction. If Sora was merely copying his movements, then he would be just as easily predictable.
Freed swung his light sword again, and as expected, the devil copied him; but before their blades met, Freed shut off his sword. With an awkward moment, bending backwards, Sora's sword sailed over him, and Freed grabbed his arm.
The devil's eyes widened. "Ah fuck!"
And Freed yanked Sora's arm, bringing the devil towards him, shoving the unignited light sword into his abdomen.
"Got you!" Freed yelled triumphantly as he reactivated the holy weapon.
The sword of light pierced Sora's body at point blank range.
[-]
My whole being was in utter agony. I tried to scream, but it was garbled as blood came out of my mouth. My vision turned black, but the pain brought a certain clarity to my mind that wasn't there before, and I asked myself a question…
Why?
In reality, I could've just used my Grimoire to create a bunch of ballistics and send the abandoned church to kingdom come and everyone in it. Why did I do this? Why did I go through all this trouble and put myself through all this danger? It wasn't just because Freed killed me. If that was the case I would've gone with the explosive method and be done with it.
Fucking hell, why did I even go to Kuoh Academy?
Near the end of middle school, I got into an accident and hit my head really hard, and then I remembered my past life. I didn't have to get involved in the main plot. Hell, before I realized I was a reincarnation I wasn't even planning on going to Kuoh Academy. And in all reality, I didn't need to. After all, Issei would awaken his Gear, beat Riser, Oppai Dragon, Harem King, and so on and so forth. That's just how DxD goes.
I didn't expect to be friends with the ORC, Student Council, or even Issei himself.
But…
With knowing all that I knew, I wasn't satisfied with just letting things play out. I was in a world of magic, ecchi insanity, and nonsensical power scaling. I wanted to be a part of it, perhaps just a small part, but that was it.
I knew about Rias's crush on me, but I never acted on it. It was fleeting, it had to be, and it wasn't really my place. Rias and Issei were practically soul mates, and I didn't want to get in the way of that. I wasn't going to be some badass hero, and I wasn't going to get the girl. I was a background character, through and through. Stay in my lane and let Issei handle things, that's how it was supposed to go.
Then Rias brought me back to life.
I never expected for things to spiral so much out of control. Issei couldn't be reincarnated any more. Rias needed all eight of her pawns to do so, and I wasn't putting any stock in the fanon of being able to use multiple types of pieces to make up the difference.
I fucked up.
I had been thrown under the spotlight without so much as a prayer. And yet, I couldn't help but feel excited, the chance to take center stage. There was a certain pride in it, or maybe that was the Devil in me talking, I knew that some parts of the Evil Piece reincarnation had to be psychological, it just made sense that it would. Though maybe that was just me making excuses. And maybe I was just that fucked in the head, but something in my heart pushed me to this ever since Rias reincarnated me. A burning deep within the very depths of my soul, that expressed itself with just two words:
Prove it.
Prove that I deserved to be on center stage. Prove that I was worthy of Rias's love. Prove that I could be just as good as Issei - no! That I could be better!
Pain surged through my body once again, but it wasn't the light sword in my gut, I was numb to it. It was nails being hammered through my palms and feet, blades being stabbed into my chest, it was the biting cold as I started feeling the effects of blood loss.
I took a breath, the knives in my chest falling out. I took a step, the nails in my feet coming loose. I pulled my arms out of the wall, nails in tow.
PROVE IT!
I felt my lips tug upwards.
Alright then…
[-]
Freed's eyes widened as the devil's hands gripped the sides of his head, fingernails digging into his scalp.
The devil's expression twisted into one of utter madness, not the bloodthirsty, battle hungry one he saw earlier. It was far more… scary? No, that was also an insufficient description of it. It was something that touched a primal part of his being. Like how some scientists theorize how humanity is scared of certain things like the dark, and spiders, because our ancient ancestors learned the hard way that they were dangerous.
Devil.
The word rang through his mind. Not as to what Sora was, but as to what that word represented. The one who would drag their souls down to be tortured for all eternity for their sins. Agony without end, an incomprehensible torment.
Evil.
That was the only appropriate description Freed could come up with for what he saw in Sora's eyes.
His lips curled into a bone-chilling grin. "I…am going to kill you."
It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a promise. It was a simple fact.
Before him was an evil that he himself had cultivated and brought into this world with his own actions.
"...Aw fuck."
Sora reared his head back, and slammed his forehead right into the exorcist's face.
Hellsing OST RAID Track 19 When Going to War, Fight with Arrows, Spears, and Swords
Freed's eyes were filled with stars on impact. He let out a cry in agony, but had no time to get his bearings as Sora rared his head back again.
SLAM!
And again…
SLAM!
And again…
SLAM!
And again…
Blood sprayed from his nose and mouth with each impact. How his nose didn't break from the abuse was beyond him.
His vision went dark after the final headbutt. Sora let go of Freed's head, and took two steps back as the exorcist began to fall, but before he could hit the floor the devil spun and delivered a reverse roundhouse kick to the side of his head, sending the serial killer flying over the catwalk and back down to the first floor of the factory.
He landed harshly on his back, the back of his head hitting the concrete floor hard. The pain brought him back though, and he groaned as he got up.
Sora's devil wings unfurled, and he glided down somewhat gracefully, the light sword still stuck in his abdomen. Speaking of, the schoolboy grabbed the handle and pulled it out without even flinching, and tossed it to the side. He cracked his neck and knuckles and he stalked towards him, demented grin still on his face.
Freed put his arms up in a textbook boxer stance. "Alright, you shitty devil, if that's how you want it!"
The exorcist threw a jab, and Sora all but turned into a blur as he cleanly weaved through the jab, fist pulled back and-
WHAM!
Freed's head snapped to the side as Sora's haymaker made contact.
Oh yeah, prediction spell…
He stumbled back a few steps and shook his head clear.
Freed rushed back in and threw a right hook, only to miss as Sora stepped back and leaned backwards, his fist missing the schoolboy by a hair's breadth. He lashed out with a kick from his left leg and the devil caught his leg by the shin and pulled, throwing him off balance and making him an easy target for Sora's next haymaker which laid him flat on the ground.
Sora's shadow loomed over him, and he scrambled to get up, but was met by a fist in his gut as he did. A glob of saliva left his mouth as the wind was knocked out of him, he folded over, he grabbed his stomach in pain. Freed felt hands grab his head as the sight of Sora's knee filled his vision.
"Arrrgghh!" Freed's head snapped back. "My fucking nose! Why is it always the fucking nose?!"
He powered through the pain. He had been put through worse than this, the Vatican had made sure of that. He just needed some distance and-
His back had just hit the wall. "Ah shit…"
He didn't have time to think before Sora was upon him. The first blow broke his guard almost immediately, it came from the right, a hook. The world seemed to shake, he couldn't feel the ground on his feet for a split second. Then the left hook came.
Right, left, right, left, right, left…
It couldn't have been more than a minute, but it felt like he was being whaled on for hours. His legs shook before they gave out on him, and Freed fell to his knees. Sora grabbed him by his hair, keeping him still before he delivered one last punch that sent him crashing to the ground.
Through the ringing in his ears, he could hear footsteps moving away from him. His body was in utter agony. His body convulsed as he coughed up blood… and a tooth. He watched as Sora walked back into the darkness with his blurry eyes, but a light in the corner of his vision caught his attention.
There was a humanoid made of light, and orb of light, and what looked like… Jesus Christ himself all sitting behind a long table with microphones in front of them!
"Hello, returning viewers, we're coming at you live with this latest grudge match, watching this absolutely Biblical ass beating!" The humanoid of light yelled excitedly.
Freed's eyes widened. "What… the… fuck…?"
"This reincarnated American turned Japanese school boy is going all Old Testament on this psychotic Italian! Jesus, my boy, what are your thoughts on this?"
Was he hallucinating now? How many fucking blows to the head did he take? Wait, the hell did he mean by 'reincarnated American'?!
The Jesus lookalike spoke next. "Father, this Sora kid is nailing him like the fucking Romans! I haven't seen an ass beating this brutal since the days of the Spanish Inquisition, and I can assure you, no one expected this!"
The light humanoid nodded. "It's an absolute thing of beauty. Too bad he doesn't have a Keyblade to fit the name better."
Oh come on! He had gotten worse beatings in his life, this was just a brat swinging his fists and getting lucky!
The humanoid turned to the ball of light. "Holy Spirit, what are your thoughts?"
The orb began to shake, then…
"WOOOOOOOOOOO! FREED IS GETTIN HIS ASS AB-SO-LUTE-LY WHOOOOOOOOPED! EVEN FROM THE TRUE LONGINUS WE CAN SEE A BEATIN' LIKE THIS! GAWD DAYMN! GLORIOUS HALLELUJAH!"
Freed stared at the orb that his elaborate hallucination claimed to be the Holy Spirit, utterly speechless for a few seconds. "...What the actual fuck is wrong with my head?"
"That's wonderful, Holy Spirit-" Something caught the light humanoid's attention. "Oh? Oh! AND HERE COMES SORA WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!"
Nine Inch Nails - 1,000,000
Freed blinked. "With wha-"
Freed's eyes suddenly started looking at the ceiling as an intense pain spread through his chin. His teeth rattled and his brain shook within his skull, and his back hit the wall once again. He shook the spots out of his eyes, to see in front of him, Sora, with a steel fucking chair.
He saw the glint of metal in his dazed eyes, and immediately ducked as the chair sailed past his head. He acted quickly and sprung off the wall behind him, and tacked into Sora's abdomen, right where he had stabbed him.
"Fuck!" Sora yelled in pain as he and Freed hit the floor.
The devil let out a groan on the floor, and gave Freed enough time to act. The exorcist rolled on top of Sora and began throwing punch after punch. He noticed Sora's eyes were blue once again, meaning he was out of magic again.
He couldn't predict his attacks anymore!
"Piece of shit fucking devil!" Freed screamed as his punches broke through Sora's half-assed guard. "You think you can get the better of me! Freed Sellzen-"
Sora powered through Freed's punches and struck him right in the mouth. Freed grabbed his mouth as he cursed in pain.
Sora grinned with bloodied teeth. "Talk shit, get hit!"
The devil grabbed Freed by his collar and threw him to the ground next to him. He rolled on the cold floor, on top of Freed, reversing their previous position. He reared his fist back, and mercilessly rained blows down upon Freed, his face showed the unrestrained glee he felt from causing the exorcist pain.
Freed felt punch after punch rain down against his arms as Sora kept hammering away at him. He couldn't get through his guard, and his punches weren't as hard hitting as they were earlier, but he couldn't find an opening to fight back. But then the punches began to slow down, and Freed saw his opportunity. The insane exorcist threw a punch in between Sora's, and landed a hit square in his stab wound.
"Ahhraag!" Sora coughed up blood.
Freed slammed his fist into the side of Sora's face. The punch sent Sora tumbling a few meters away from the exorcist, he didn't move, just grasped at the stab wound in a futile attempt to soothe the pain.
The white-haired madman coughed as he began to heave in great quantities of air. He laid down on his back, exhausted beyond belief. It was unbelievable that after decades of butchering demonic filth (among other things) that this greenhorn brat was the thing that might actually kill him.
Tch! Like hell I'm letting myself get killed by some no-name hack of a…
Freed was broken out of his thoughts as a shadow loomed over him. Sora… with his goddamn chair again.
The devil raised the steel chair. "See you in Hell, Fredy-boy. Be sure to tell me how they laugh at you for being beaten by a single Pawn when I visit!"
Freed's eyes widen as-
Shink!
A red spear of light pierced Sora's chest from behind. Both Freed and Sora stared at the spear for a few seconds in utter disbelief before Sora threw up a large amount of blood, the chair slipping from his fingers and clattering as it hit the ground.
The schoolboy fell to his knees, the click of heels echoing throughout the factory as Raynare walked out of the shadows, disdain clear on her face.
"I told you, didn't I…" Raynare grabbed the part of the spear that had been stabbed through Sora. "I swore I'd kill you."
High School DxD Hero OST - Furuitatsu Ketsui
She then pulled the rest of the spear out of him. It was clear she had hit a lung from how hard it was for him to breathe, and the blood flowing from his mouth. He fell onto his side, his breaths turned into garbled, desperate, gasps as his blood began pooling around him.
Freed struggled to stand as Raynare approached him. "About damn time! The hell were you doing, getting beauty sleep!?"
Raynare scowled. "I got knocked out, dumbass. What's your excuse?"
Freed spat out a wad of blood. "I'm half sure this asshole is some kind of prodigy or some shit. Hit me so hard I think I saw God!"
She rolled her eyes as she handed him the hilt of his light sword. "Tch, 'prodigy'. You humans love slapping on special titles on things you don't understand. This devil scum is just an annoying gnat that got lucky."
They heard the sound of movement and turned their heads to the source of it. It was Sora, he had dragged himself to a nearby support beam and propped himself against it. He probably didn't have the strength to stand anymore, muchless sit upright without support.
"Jesus fuck you're resilient!" Freed exclaimed.
"Unlike… you… mama didn't raise a little bitch!" The devil mocked.
Raynare smiled sadistically at the opportunity to cause Sora more pain. "And I'll be sure to personally thank her for making sure my fun didn't end too soon."
Sora looked completely unperturbed by the subtle threat against his family. "Mhmm…"
Raynare placed her spear under his chin, and raised his head up to look at them. "Any last words?"
The spear may have been tainted holy energy, but it was still more than holy enough to make the devil's skin sizzle and burn on contact.
"Just four…" Sora had the audacity to smirk. "All… According… To…"
Loud, running footsteps could be heard.
"EXPLOSION!"
A green light flooded the dark factory, blinding everyone.
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM SORA!"
WHAM!
A fist clad in a red gauntlet made of dragon scales with a large green gem on the back of the hand, punched Raynare in the side of her face. Raynare crashed into Freed, and the sheer force of the blow sent both flying so hard and fast that they destroyed the concrete wall of the factory on impact.
The green light had finally died down, and Sora could properly see who had saved him.
Brown, unkempt hair, and brown eyes that blazed with fury. He wore black school uniform with a red shirt under the blazer, and over his left arm was an all too iconic red gauntlet.
Issei Hyoudou, The Red Dragon Emperor.
"Keikaku."
Chapter End