Issei arrived at Asgard after a few minutes; he had to put his Unstoppable Spear back in its unique dimension before arriving in Asgard. Still in the clothes that the Judgement Mace gave him, Issei walked up the stone pathway of Göndul's house.

As he arrived on the doorstep, he knocked hesitantly, hoping he wasn't late and slightly cursing himself for messing around with his opponents so much that he was now late. After a few seconds of knocking, the door creaks open, revealing Rossweisse.

"Issei? You're a lot earlier than we expected," Rossweisse said with a warm smile before a frown adorned her face, "I learnt the Underworld was under attack?" she asked.

"Oh hey, Rossweisse, yeah, the Underworld was under attack a moment ago; it's over", Issei answered.

"A moment ago? And it's over. What happened?" Rossweisse asked in curiosity

Issei's mouth hung open for a moment, trying to explain what exactly happened, but the entire day occurred in a flash, and so many things happened that it was hard to find a starting point. So he answered with the only thing he could.

"I happened; I saved the Underworld," Issei says with a smile.

Rossweisse's smile softened, understanding Issei's unspoken sentiments. She knew that his experiences in the Underworld must have been intense, and it wasn't easy to articulate everything that had transpired in a single moment.

Astrid, rushing down the stairs, could not contain her excitement upon seeing Issei. With a bright smile, she embraced Issei in a warm hug. "Dad, you're back!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with joy.

Issei, caught off guard by the sudden hug, chuckled and reciprocated the embrace. "Hey, Astrid. I missed you too," he replied, ruffling her silver hair affectionately.

Rossweisse observed the heartwarming scene with a soft smile. Seeing Issei and Astrid together, she couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and contentment. Their bond was evident, and it reassured her that Issei's presence brought joy to Astrid's life.

After the initial excitement of Issei's return subsided, Astrid turned to Rossweisse with a hopeful expression.

"Mom, is Dad staying over tonight?" Astrid asked, her eyes bright with anticipation.

Rossweisse's heart warmed at Astrid's request, touched by the sincerity in her adopted daughter's words. She knelt at Astrid's level and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

"Well, Astrid, your dad and I do have some catching up to do. How about we spend the evening together as a family?" Rossweisse suggested, her eyes filled with affection.

Astrid's face lit up with joy at the prospect of a family evening. "Yes, please! I'd love that," she exclaimed, unable to contain her excitement.

Issei, seeing the genuine happiness in Astrid's eyes, couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth. "Sounds like a plan. Let's make it a memorable evening," he grinned.

The trio then walked inside the house, closing the door behind them. Due to the time difference between the Underworld and Asgard, there is an 8-hour difference; in the Underworld, it's 5 pm; in Asgard, it's 9 am.

Göndul emerged from another room; she welcomed Issei with a warm smile. "Issei, welcome back to Asgard. It's been a while," Göndul greeted.

With a warm smile, Issei responded, "Hello, ma'am, and I'd swear I was here at the beginning of the week."

A playful smile appeared on Göndul's face before she responded, "That is true, but for Rose, she had sleepless nights", she replied, teasing Rossweisse.

Rossweisse blushed at Göndul's playful remark. "Well, I suppose I did have some concerns about Issei's well-being," she admitted with a shy smile.

Issei, catching the playful banter, grinned. "I appreciate the concern. It's good to be back, though."

Göndul then gestured towards the living room. "Why don't we all sit down and catch up? I'm sure there's much to talk about," she suggested.

As they settled into the comfortable living room of Göndul's, the atmosphere became one of warmth and familial bonds. Issei, Rossweisse, and Astrid shared stories of their recent experiences, Astrid telling her experiences at her new school and Rossweisse telling about her training with the other valkyries, creating a sense of togetherness that eased the tensions of the day.

X

Three hours later, in the Underworld.

After Issei departed from the Underworld and the subsequent end of the invasion by the Khaos Brigade, members of the Old Satan Faction were either killed or detained. Both Sirzechs and Azazel stood side by side, looking at the destruction caused during the invasion. They had just finished a meeting involving the three factions, which discussed recent events, although the meeting was brief since there were more pressing issues.

Sirzechs was the first to speak, "You know, I wouldn't have allowed Issei to go and fight Hades", he said in a stern tone towards Azazel, since Azazel was the one who gave Issei the magic circle to go the realm of the dead and fight Hades.

Azazel let out a chuckle with a light shrug, "Issei is now something else; I knew trying to convince him otherwise would be a waste of time", he replied

"And because of that, he killed an influential God of a faction we were so close to getting an alliance with", Sirzechs responded.

Azazel raised an eyebrow and asked, "You aren't upset that Hades sent both the Hero Faction and his Grim Reapers after your little sister?"

Clenching his jaw, Sirzechs responded in a cold tone, "No, I'm livid; I would've killed Hades myself", he said, letting out a bit of his aura, which destroyed the nearby objects.

Azazel, unfazed by Sirzechs' display of anger, crossed his arms and maintained a calm demeanour. "I understand your frustration, Sirzechs. But let's not forget that Issei did manage to neutralise the threat. Hades and the Hero Faction were formidable enemies, and Issei's actions, while extreme, secured the safety of the Underworld."

Sirzechs, though still visibly angered, took a deep breath to regain composure. "I can't deny the results, but the way Issei handles these situations worries me. We can't afford to alienate potential allies, especially now that the Khaos Brigade is making their move."

Azazel nodded in agreement, understanding the delicate balance between maintaining alliances and dealing with immediate threats. "I get your concerns, Sirzechs, but Issei's approach has its merits. Sometimes, unconventional methods are needed to ensure the safety of our people. The world has changed, and so has Issei."

Sirzechs sighed, acknowledging the truth in Azazel's words. "I just hope he doesn't become too much of a loose cannon. We need allies, not enemies, especially in times like these."

With a chuckle, Azazel responded, "But you must admit, he's becoming quite the unstoppable force," he says as he emphasises unstoppable force, "Saving your sister and her peerage from an ambush, beating Shalba Beelzebub, single-handedly destroying all the anti-monster, killing Hades and finally killing the wielder of True Longinus. All in the span of a few hours," he lists all of Issei's achievements today.

Sirzechs couldn't help but smile at the impressive list of accomplishments. "Well, he certainly knows how to make an entrance. I just hope he doesn't make too many enemies along the way."

Azazel smirked, "Enemies, allies, it's all a matter of perspective. Issei's actions might not always align with conventional diplomacy, but he gets results. And in times like these, results are what we need."

As Azazel finished his sentence, he looked at Sirzechs thoughtfully. "Speaking of results, Sirzechs, have you considered the possibility of Issei becoming one of the Satans? His power and influence are growing rapidly, and he's proven himself in various critical situations. Having him as an ally within the ranks could be beneficial for all of us."

Sirzechs raised an eyebrow, contemplating Azazel's suggestion. "Issei as one of the Satans? It's an intriguing thought, but it comes with its own set of challenges. The political landscape is already delicate, and his unorthodox methods might not sit well with everyone."

Sirzechs took a moment to collect his thoughts before responding to Azazel's proposition. "While I appreciate Issei's strength and dedication, making him one of the Satans comes with significant risks. His unorthodox methods have proven effective, but they could also disrupt the delicate balance we've maintained for centuries. The Underworld operates on a system of diplomacy, and Issei's approach might be too authoritarian for the taste of many people."

Azazel nodded in understanding, acknowledging the valid concerns. "True, his methods are unconventional, and there's a risk of him steering the Underworld away from its established norms. However, considering the current threats we face, having someone like Issei in a position of power could also bring much-needed stability and swift action. And even if the Underworld were to become a dictatorship under Issei's rule, one thing that cannot be denied is that under Issei's power, the Underworld would prosper like never before."

Sirzechs considered Azazel's words carefully, weighing the potential benefits against the inherent risks. He couldn't deny the truth in Azazel's assessment despite his reservations. While unconventional, Issei's rise to power had already demonstrated its effectiveness in dealing with threats to the Underworld.

"Regardless of what Issei does, there is one thing to ponder about and consider", Sirzechs spoke up after a moment of silence.

Azazel, turning his head towards Sirzechs with a raised eyebrow, responded, "And what would that be?" he asked with a bit of curiosity.

Sirzechs chuckles with a small smile, "If Issei had been born much earlier than later, whether it be the Great War or the Devil Civil War, whichever side he chose, they would've undoubtedly won", he explains.

Azazel couldn't help but nod in agreement, acknowledging the immense power and potential Issei possessed. "Indeed, Issei's strength and determination are unmatched. If he had been born in a different era, his presence could have tipped the scales of history in ways we can scarcely imagine."

The two of them stood in silence for a moment, contemplating the implications of Issei's actions and the path he was forging for himself within the Underworld.

Sirzechs broke the silence with a faint smile. "Well, regardless of what the future holds, one thing is certain: Issei will continue to surprise us all."

Azazel chuckled softly. "That he will, Sirzechs. That he will."

With that, the two of them turned their attention back to the task at hand, knowing that the challenges facing the Underworld were far from over. As they walked side by side, they couldn't help but feel a sense of confidence, knowing that, no matter what obstacles lay ahead, they had Issei—unpredictable, unconventional, and unstoppable—by their side.

X

Back in Asgard

Issei, Rossweisse and Astrid were in the backyard of Göndul's home; Astrid was practising some of the magic in her school textbooks while Issei and Rossweisse were sitting on a nearby swing attached to the tree. Rossweisse was sitting on Issei's lap while Issei kicked off the ground with his right leg to sway the swing gently.

The gentle swaying motion of the swing created a serene atmosphere, punctuated by Astrid's occasional bursts of excitement as she successfully executed spells from her textbooks. Issei and Rossweisse watched her progress with pride, their hearts warm at Astrid's enthusiasm for magic.

As they enjoyed the peaceful moment together, Issei wrapped his arms around Rossweisse, pulling her closer to him. Rossweisse leaned into his embrace, resting her head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Rossweisse, still worrying about Issei's recent actions, asked, "So if things go south with the Greek Pantheon, what will you do?" referring to Issei killing Hades.

Exhaling lightly, Issei responds, "We've got concrete evidence that Hades colluded with a terrorist outfit to wipe out an entire race. I made it crystal clear that I acted solo on this, sparing the other factions any entanglements. If the Greeks are gunning for payback, I won't hesitate; if they're willing to shield one of their own despite his atrocities against an entire populace, then I'll take whatever measures necessary," he stated calmly.

Rossweisse nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "It's a complicated predicament, but you did what you had to do to protect the Underworld. I just hope it doesn't escalate into a full-blown conflict with the Greek Pantheon," she remarked, her tone tinged with concern.

"Can I ask you something?" Issei asked before manifesting his blood-red magic circle in his hand, "Do you recognise this magic circle?" he showed the magic circle to Rossweisse

Rossweisse studied the magic circle closely; her brows furrowed in concentration. The sinister aura emanating from it sent a shiver down her spine. She traced the intricate characters with her eyes but couldn't decipher their meaning. The moving eye within the pentagram intrigued her, but its significance remained elusive.

"I've never seen this magic circle before, Issei. It's intricate and quite ominous in appearance. The characters seem unfamiliar to me, and the eye... it's like it's alive," Rossweisse responded, her tone laced with curiosity.

Issei nodded, his expression serious. "I unlocked my magic when I fought Hades; I'm still trying to get an understanding of it", he explained.

Rossweisse's eyes widened with realisation as Issei mentioned unlocking his magic during the battle with Hades. "So this is a manifestation of your newfound power," she mused, studying the magic circle with renewed interest.

"It's unlike anything I've encountered before," she continued, her tone contemplative. "The energy it emits feels... primal, almost as if it taps into ancient forces beyond our comprehension."

Issei nodded in agreement, a thoughtful expression on his face. "That's one way to describe it. It's as if this power has been dormant within me, waiting for the right moment to awaken."

Before Rossweisse could reply, Astrid called for assistance with a magic technique in her book while Issei still sat in the swing looking at the intricate characters in his magic circle.

"As I thought, this is the same language as the ones in the grimoires I got from the system; only I can understand what it says and means." he thinks to himself as he already read the characters in his magic circle like it is second nature, "'The Universe doesn't give without taking first'" he says to himself reading out the cryptic language.

As Issei delved deeper into his magic circle's cryptic language, its meaning's weight resonated within him. The ominous phrase, "The Universe doesn't give without taking first," echoed in his mind, leaving him pondering the implications of his newfound power.

Meanwhile, Rossweisse approached Astrid, assisting her with the magic technique she struggled to master. Issei watched them with a fond smile, appreciating the bond between his adopted daughter and the Valkyrie, who had become an integral part of their family.

As Astrid gradually grasped the intricacies of the spell, Issei's attention returned to the magic circle in his hand. The eye within the pentagram seemed to flicker with an otherworldly intelligence, almost as if it held ancient secrets waiting to be unravelled.

Meanwhile, Astrid successfully executed the magical technique she had been practising, her excitement evident as she rushed toward Issei and Rossweisse. "Did you see, Dad? Mom? I did it!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with pride.

Issei and Rossweisse shared a proud glance, acknowledging Astrid's progress. "That's incredible, Astrid! You're mastering magic at an impressive pace," Issei praised, ruffling her silver hair.

Rossweisse smiled at Astrid's enthusiasm. "You're truly becoming a skilled magician, Astrid. Keep up the good work."

Astrid beamed at the encouragement, her confidence boosted by her family's support. As they basked in the joy of Astrid's accomplishments, the mysteries of Issei's newfound power lingered in the background, a reminder of the challenges ahead.

X

Around this time, the different supernatural factions worldwide received prophecies centred around a particular person.

In the Greek pantheon, The Pythia, also known as the Oracle of Delphi, served as the priestess at the Temple of Apollo on Mount Parnassus's slopes, near the Castalian Spring. She was renowned for delivering prophecies.

While doing her usual daily chores, her body suddenly became stiff as a board; her eyes started to glow yellow, and she began to whine words.

In shadows deep, a tale does lie,
Of parents' love, and sorrow's cry.
Two souls entwined, their dreams to share,
But fate's cruel hand, left them in despair.

Twice they dared, to bring forth life,
Yet both attempts, were met with strife.
A silent sorrow, filled their days,
As hope grew thin, in sorrow's maze.

But destiny's thread, it did unwind,
A third attempt, a glimmer they'd find.
A son was born, a miracle to behold,
Yet secrets dark, within him, untold.

For in the womb, where life did bloom,
A darkness stirred, within the gloom.
The third child, with hunger rife,
Consumed his kin, and claimed their life.

Body, mind, spirit, and soul,
He devoured them whole, to make him whole.
A tyrant born, in innocence's guise,
His reign of terror, to claim the skies.

With each breath drawn, his power grew,
A force of chaos, the world he'd subdue.
Unknown to all, the truth concealed,
In his veins, the darkness sealed.

So beware the child, with eyes so wild,
For he bears the mark, of the unborn child.
A tyrant born, from the womb's embrace,
To shape the world, in his dark grace.

After Pythia recited the prophecy, she fell onto her hands and knees, panting heavily. "What- what is- the meaning of this?" she muttered as sweat dropped like rain droplets off her head onto the floorboard she was facing.

"I must tell the others! Lord Zeus! Lord Poseidon! Lord Hades! They must know!" she says to herself, shivering, not knowing the fate of Hades by Issei's hand.

She quickly rushed out of the temple and made her way towards Mount Olympus to warn the Gods of the malevolent prophecy.

--

In the Norse Pantheon, within the realm of Midgard, three sisters stood next to each other, all with the same body expressions as Pythia when she recited the prophecy. Each of them spoke in unison,

In the silent chambers where life begins,
A tale of hope, of sorrow, and of sins,
Parents yearned for joys, for laughter's sweet sound,
Yet fate's cruel hand cast shadows all around.

Their first embrace, a dream in flight,
But fate's harsh whisper stole the light,
A soul too fragile for earthly shore,
Lost in the depths, forevermore.

Years waned on, a second try,
Yet destiny's veil refused to comply,
Another heartbeat, a flicker of hope,
Snuffed out too soon on life's steep slope.

With hearts weighed heavy, doubts took hold,
In the murky depths, their dreams turned cold,
But a whisper, a glimmer, refused to fade,
A promise of light in the darkness, it bade.

Once more they dared, with trembling hope,
To brave fate's storm, to climb the slope,
And lo, from the ashes, a miracle arose,
A son, a beacon, where hope now flows.

Unbeknownst to all, within his frame,
Lies a secret, veiled by fate's cruel game,
For in the womb where life's tale began,
A darkness lurked, a sinister plan.

Brother to the unborn, he devoured the kin,
Body, mind, spirit, and soul within,
A harbinger of chaos, a tyrant's seed,
Born of secrets, in shadows, they plead.

Upon his flesh, a dragon's mark,
A silent omen, looming dark,
And in his left arm, an ancient power lies,
A force unseen, where darkness vies.

So beware the child, born of strife,
For within him dwells the blade and knife,
A tyrant's heart, a world to bend,
A saga unfolds, where darkness ascends.

In the quiet whispers of the night,
Beware the child, born of shadow's might,
For he shall rise, his destiny unfurled,
A tale of chaos, in a shattered world.

After reciting the prophecy, the sisters dropped to their knees, panting heavily.

Urð, the taller and more robust of her siblings, spoke first, "That prophecy... it was about him, wasn't it?" she asked for confirmation from her other sisters.

"Yes, it was the child we confronted last week..." Verðandi answers, still breathing heavily from the sudden prophecy

The final sister, Skuld, added to her sister's answer, "To think he holds this much power over the supernatural world." she said with a bit of trepidation.

Verðandi, looking at Skuld after finally catching her breath, spoke again, "Not just the supernatural world, but also the entire world itself."

The sisters then got up from their hands and knees, finally getting a grip on themselves and composing themselves. Recounting the prophecy over and over again, they thought to themselves about the implications of this prophecy.

X

After an entire day of Issei and Rossweisse spending time with their adopted daughter, nighttime finally came. The parents tucked Astrid into her bed and then went to Rossweisse's room.

When the two entered the room, Issei's eyes fell on Rossweisse's bed; he then chuckled, remembering that Rossweisse got a bigger bed recently for a peculiar reason.

"Ah, the infamous bigger bed," Issei teased with a mischievous grin, recalling the amusing reason behind Rossweisse's recent upgrade.

"Planning to take advantage of the extra space tonight?"

Rossweisse blushed furiously, swatting Issei's arm in response. "Don't be ridiculous. It's just... I realised the perks of having a bigger bed after spending time in yours," she stammered, her voice barely audible.

Issei raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "Oh, so it's all about the perks, huh? Care to elaborate on those perks?" he teased, enjoying the banter.

Rossweisse rolled her eyes, her cheeks burning brighter. "It's... um, for comfort. And, well, to avoid... falling," she mumbled, barely coherent.

Issei laughed dryly, "Well, you won't be falling off anytime soon, considering you cling onto me like a vice grip when we sleep together."

Rossweisse giggled nervously, her embarrassment evident. "I-I do not cling onto you like a vice grip," she protested weakly, her words stumbling over each other.

Issei chuckled, a warm affection evident in his eyes as he approached Rossweisse. "Sure, sure, whatever you say, my dear Valkyrie," he teased, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close.

Rossweisse couldn't meet his eyes, feeling overwhelmed by his closeness. "I just... find you comfortable to sleep on," she admitted quietly, her voice barely audible.

Issei continued to tease Rossweisse, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. "Comfortable to sleep on, huh? I guess that makes me your personal body pillow," he quipped with a grin.

Rossweisse chuckled, enjoying the light banter. "Well, if the shoe fits," she replied, lifting herself onto her toes to give Issei a quick peck on the cheek.

Issei pretended to ponder for a moment before responding, "I suppose being a body pillow has its perks. Good thing I'm a comfortable one."

Rossweisse blushed deeper, but a small smile tugged at her lips. "You're impossible, Issei," she murmured softly.

The couple settled onto Rossweisse's larger bed as the playful banter continued. Issei pulled the covers over them, creating a cozy cocoon. In the quiet moments that followed, the room was filled with the soft rustle of the bedsheets and the comforting warmth of their shared space.

"You know, I missed you quite a bit this week, our time in my time dilated dimension, training for two weeks, I've grown quite attached to you", Issei says in a warm tone.

Rossweisse's eyes softened as she listened to Issei's sincere words. She nestled closer to him, appreciating the warmth of their shared moments. "I missed you too, Issei. It felt strange not having you around, especially after getting used to our routine," she admitted, her tone conveying a mix of vulnerability and affection.

Issei tightened his hold on Rossweisse, his gaze gentle yet filled with genuine warmth. "Well, I'm back now, and I don't plan on going anywhere. Our time together is precious to me," he reassured her.

Meanwhile, Ddraig, observing the entire exchange since Issei got to Asgard, thought, "It's amazing how he can switch from a ruthless sadist in one second to a loving and caring partner in the next. He truly has become a force to be reckoned with, not just in terms of power but also in the depth of his relationships. In his two years of training, he matured both physically and mentally, but he neglected his emotional side; deep down, he has the same heart as back then," he concludes, shutting his eyes and falling asleep.

Issei's steel silver eyes stared into Rossweisse's blue eyes, and in that quiet moment, the unspoken connection between them spoke volumes. Feeling the magnetic pull between them, Issei and Rossweisse shared a lingering gaze, each understanding the depth of their connection. In that intimate silence, words became unnecessary, and the unspoken bond that had grown between them spoke louder than any verbal affirmation.

As their lips met in a tender kiss, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of their embrace and the softness of their shared affection. Time seemed to stand still in that intimate moment, their hearts beating in unison as they lost themselves in the sweetness of their connection.

The kiss deepened, fueled by the unspoken emotions that had simmered beneath the surface for so long. Issei's hand gently cupped Rossweisse's cheek; Rossweisse melted into his embrace, her fingers tangling in his hair as she responded with equal enthusiasm.

Their breaths mingled in the quiet space between them as they gazed into each other's eyes, the intensity of their emotions palpable in the air. For a moment, all they could hear was their heartbeats, echoing the rhythm of their shared love.

Issei's steel silver eyes searched Rossweisse's blue depths, finding a reflection of his longing and affection. In that silent exchange, they communicated volumes without uttering a single word, their connection transcending the need for verbal reassurance. Soon after, the two broke the kiss and just stared at one another, breathing slightly heavily.

Rossweisse blushed and looked away in shyness. "How was that? I know you've kissed other girls before," referring to Rias and Akeno. "Did you like it?" she asked shyly, feeling a bit insecure since Issei had experience with it, but she didn't. So, she was afraid that Issei might not have liked the kiss as she did.

Issei smirked teasingly, "Well, I did enjoy it," he said in a reassuring tone, "And besides, it was much better than last time since there was no boozy breath", he teased, referring to his and Rossweisse's first kiss, where Rossweisse was drunk and kissed Issei.

Rossweisse's cheeks flushed deeper at the playful jab, memories of their first kiss eliciting embarrassment and amusement. "I suppose I owe you for that," she admitted with a sheepish smile, recalling the rather unconventional circumstances of their initial encounter.

Issei chuckled, his eyes sparkling affectionately as he gently brushed a stray strand of hair from Rossweisse's face. "I wouldn't trade that moment for anything," he confessed softly, his tone laced with sincerity. "It was... memorable, to say the least."

Their lips met again, the kiss lingering with a newfound passion and tenderness. At that moment, any lingering doubts or uncertainties melted away, leaving only their connection's pure, unadulterated joy.

Issei's arms wrapped around Rossweisse, pulling her closer as they deepened the kiss, their hearts beating. Rossweisse responded eagerly, her hands reaching Issei's broad shoulders, her touch gentle yet filled with longing.

As their kiss deepened, Rossweisse found herself intoxicated by Issei's presence, his pheromones acting like an irresistible aphrodisiac. The scent of his skin enveloped her, sending waves of desire coursing through her veins.

With each passing moment, the intensity of their connection grew, fueled by the primal instincts that stirred within them. Rossweisse's senses heightened, her entire being consumed by the overwhelming desire for Issei.

Issei sensed the change in Rossweisse's demeanour, the subtle shift in her scent and the dilated pupils that betrayed her arousal. His own desire flared in response, his heart racing as he surrendered himself to the magnetic pull of their passion.

Their kiss became more fervent, each touch igniting a fire that burned hotter with every passing second. Issei's hands roamed over Rossweisse's body, his touch igniting a trail of sensation that left her trembling with anticipation.

Rossweisse moaned softly against Issei's lips, her inhibitions fading away as she surrendered herself to the primal desire that consumed them both. They were no longer Valkyrie and Dragon Emperor at that moment but two souls bound together in an unbreakable bond of love and passion.

Their embrace deepened, their bodies pressed against each other in a symphony of desire. Rossweisse's voluptuous body pressed against Issei's firm and muscular body.

As Issei leaned back into the bed, he allowed Rossweisse to straddle him, their bodies pressed together in a primal embrace. The soft fabric of the sheets enveloped them, adding to the sensual intimacy of the moment as they surrendered themselves to the fiery passion that burned between them.

Rossweisse's fingers trailed along Issei's chest, tracing the lines of his muscles with a feather-light touch. Every caress sent shivers of pleasure down Issei's spine, his breath hitching at the electrifying sensation. Issei's hands roamed over Rossweisse's back and down to her waist; his firm hands gripping it elicited a moan from Rossweisse, his touch igniting a trail of sensation that left her trembling with desire.

Issei's lips sought out Rossweisse's with a hunger that matched her own, their kiss deepening with every passing second. The taste of her lips was intoxicating, igniting a fire within him that burned hotter with each passing moment.

Rossweisse moaned softly against Issei's lips, her body arching into his touch as she surrendered herself to the ecstasy of their shared passion. Their bodies moved together in a rhythm as old as time, each touch and caress a testament to the depth of their connection.

Their movements became more urgent, driven by an insatiable hunger that threatened to consume them both. Issei's hands roamed Rossweisse's body, exploring every curve and contour with a reverence bordering on worship. Rossweisse's breath hitched with each touch, her skin tingling with the exquisite sensation of Issei's caress.

Issei's confidence surged as Rossweisse's encouraging whispers fueled his daring spirit. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he trailed kisses down her neck, savouring the softness of her skin against his lips.

Rossweisse's breath caught in her throat as Issei's lips left a trail of fire along her collarbone, his touch igniting a primal desire within her. She arched into his embrace, her hands threading through his hair as she urged him on with soft moans of pleasure.

Emboldened by Rossweisse's response, Issei's hands roamed further, exploring the curves of her body with a hunger that matched her own. His touch sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins, leaving her trembling with anticipation.

With a wicked grin, Issei teased the edge of Rossweisse's nightgown, his fingers dancing along the fabric as he toyed with her. Rossweisse's breath hitched with each teasing touch, her body thrumming with a heady mixture of desire and anticipation.

"Issei," she breathed his name like a prayer, her voice laced with need as she leaned into his touch, her eyes dark with desire.

With a swift motion, Issei pulled Rossweisse closer, his lips crashing against hers in a hungry kiss that left them both breathless. Their bodies moved together in a desperate dance, each touch and caress driving them to the brink of ecstasy.

As they reached the peak of their passion, their bodies trembled with the intensity of their release. Waves of pleasure washed over them, leaving them breathless and sated in each other's arms.

In the aftermath of their lovemaking, Issei and Rossweisse lay entwined in a tangle of limbs, their hearts still racing with the echoes of their shared passion. The room was filled with the soft sound of their breathing, a testament to the depth of their connection.

As the flames of their passion gradually subsided, Issei and Rossweisse found themselves wrapped in each other's arms, their bodies entwined in a cocoon of warmth and affection. The soft glow of moonlight bathed the room, casting a serene ambience over their entangled forms as they lay together in the aftermath of their lovemaking.

Issei's fingers traced lazy patterns along Rossweisse's back, his touch gentle and tender as he savoured the sensation of her skin against his own. Rossweisse nestled closer to him, her head resting against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling her into a state of blissful contentment.

In the quiet intimacy of their shared space, words became unnecessary as Issei and Rossweisse basked in the comforting silence of their connection. Their breaths mingled in the air, creating a symphony of tranquillity that enveloped them like a warm embrace.

As sleep began to claim them, Issei pressed a soft kiss to Rossweisse's forehead, his lips lingering against her skin in a silent promise of love and devotion. Rossweisse smiled sleepily, her heart overflowing with gratitude for the man who held her in his arms, her soul at peace in his presence. Slowly but surely, the two lovers' eyes closed until they fell asleep in each other's arms.

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After the two fell asleep, a mysterious figure emerged from the room's shadows. Looking at the sight of Issei and Rossweisse sleeping in each other's arms peacefully, he grinned manically.

"Aww, how cute..." Dark-sei says almost mockingly, "The plan seems to be going even better than expected, but I wonder, with how much has changed from the original, how would this affect the upcoming events." he says to himself

"Soon enough, my dear Issei, you will meet the man who will bring the end of the world to you; I wonder how you will deal with that," Dark-sei says to the sleeping Issei, "But as you said, 'The Universe doesn't give, without taking first'" he finishes.

As he says, a lock of his hair in the front turns black, while simultaneously, a lock of hair on Issei's head in the same spot turns white, leaving a streak of white hair on the front part of his head. Dark-sei vanished into the shadows with a sinister chuckle, leaving an ominous aura that lingered in the room long after his departure.

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