Don't Own the DXD or whatever other nonsense I eventually add in this fic, Only The Oc
'thought'
"Speech"
"Tvs, Radios, and Text via book or newspaper... when those are around..."

I toss open the door and step inside the room where I'm being told that a certain black haired siscon is currently staying.

Her eyes flick to the door, a frown on her face as Azazel enters after me.

"I heard that you wanted to see me?" I question bluntly. "What do you want?"

She seems caught off guard by my sheer audaciousness as walk forwards, taking a seat at the table, propping my head up with a single arm, a smile that doesn't reach my half-lidded and bored looking eyes as I quietly tap my finger on the table. "I also heard you were threatening that the devil race would cry and stomp their feet while trying and put a stop to the Eden System."

"Who..." The woman begins. "You can't be the one who made that game."

"But I am. My life's work in fact." I state with a happy and upbeat tone. "I've been working on Eden since I was just four years old."

My smile falls. "and yet here you are trying to put a stop to my childhood dream."

Her expression hardens slightly. "What is the purpose of the Eden system."

"Virtual Reality gaming."

"But Azazel said that it is being used to collect information on sacred gear wielders. Due to the nature of your game and this capability, there is only one assumption to be made... the Grigori is preparing for war."

"Hm. I can see why you would think that, but the data collection of sacred gears is vital for the safety of not only mundane, but also potentially even the supernatural. Allow me to paint you a picture, Miss Leviathan. Lets say, that in this game, there is a man. Nothing special about him, works a nine to five with an overbearing boss, no wife. No girlfriend, just your ordinary everyday wage slave. He goes into domain of magic and he transforms. Gone is Steve from accounting and in his place is 'Jack Duh Rippah'. A man who willingly flays his opponents alive, slowly as possible. Players. Npcs. Monsters. It doesn't matter to him. Now. That's worrying, right? Surely this should be of notice to someone, right?"

"But, oh, it's just a game." I continue. "Let the weak humans have their fun. He'll never amount to anything threatening, right? Let's just let him have his fun- boom. True Longinus. What do you think is the first thing that this hidden psychopath with a god killing weapon is going to do first? Murder? Rape? Honestly its a fifty-fifty. But now he's a problem for not just the police- they don't even stand a chance- but GODS. That, Miss Leviathan, is the reason why the sacred gear detection system is in the Eden. Player data will be logged alongside, location, personal information, and sacred gear factor in determining potential future ticking timebombs."

"But this could also be used to find potential recruits, correct?" The woman frowns.

"Of course." I scoff. "We'd be genuine idiots to not use it as such."

She frowns as she looks over my body, eyes flicking to Azazel who has a cheesy grin, seemingly enjoying the chaos.

"The devil race would be far more willing to back this sort of thing if we also had access to this database." She begins.

"No." I state, causing her to flinch back as if she were struck.

"Pardon."

"I said no. Because, frankly, while I did make the database, the sacred gear detector, the method the Eden System uses for its virtual reality, and the game, Domain of Magic almost in its entirety allowing you into the system is not a call I am freely allowed to make." I begin, gesturing to Azazel with a thumb. "It's his."

"In addition." I continue before any words can be interjected. "We don't really... need... the devil race's permission. You can ban us from your part of the underworld, yes. You can ban us from devil owned cities, sure. But the thing is. We don't need your permission. How would you ever police this? Each and every single person from here to heaven- actually scratch that, they're boring and probably don't even know that advancements have been made on the automobile-"

Azazel snorts.

"But the point I was trying to make... is that everyone wants to play... and everyone will play. Be it in Lucifaad or by traveling to the human world and playing there. Try as you might and at whatever lengths you have at your fingertips... you won't be able to stop them, just hinder and bother them. You frankly hold zero power in this negotiation as you'd be the ones losing out in this scenario."

"What would we be losing out on in this scenario?" The woman questions. "From what I can see it's merely a trade of our secrecy for basic and boring games."

"Ah shit." Azazel sighs.

My eyebrow twitches. "Boring? BORING?! Do you fucking hear yourself right now? You think a game where you can see, hear, touch, smell and taste everything before you is boring?! You think that the feelings of joy from the people who have lost their limbs or become paralyzed, now regaining their lost sensations is boring?! You think a game where you can punch a dragon in the fucking face is a waste of time?! You think technology that is a good two hundred years more advanced than anything YOU supernatural races can accomplish with FUCKING MAGIC is basic?! Are you stupid or something?!"

I take a deep breath then exhale. "Ooh. Pardon me. That was quite rude of me. Lost my cool for a moment there. But. As I was saying, you think a game where you can hone your techniques is a boring game? A game where you can face numerous life or death challenges without an actual grim reaper's scythe around your neck?! The magic in the game doesn't transfer exactly over to demonic power, however how many ways are there to shoot a fireball? How many ways are there to shoot a spike of ice? How many ways are there to call down a bolt of lightning from the sky... and I haven't even begun to talk about nonmagical melee or ranged combat yet. Or the proficiency and muscle memory granted from doing other in-game tasks like blacksmithing, tailoring, or cooking."

"Frankly, your race gets the most out of this little system as you can use it to train your reincarnated previously non-supernatural slaves in a method where you don't have to worry as much about their safety."

"Hn" the woman mutely hums.

"She's just playing you, brat. She's trying to look disinterested to work you up, so you'd reveal more information." The blonde banged man standing to the side announces.

Serafall lets out a small sigh shooting a half-lidded glare at Azazel who just shrugs with a smug smirk. "What, I just can't just let you bully someone more than thirty times under your age."

"Oh, I was aware of what she was doing." I state, now unnaturally calm. "I was allowing her to think it was working."

She flinches back slightly, her eyes widening minutely.

"Oh damn." Azazel whistles letting out a small chuckle.

"So. Now comes negotiation." I continue, the corners of my mouth turning upwards in amusement. "We both know where we lie in this negotiation. With you realizing that this could be a tremendous force of good for your race, potentially even leading to peace between the three factions as we could just simply hash out grudges in the virtual world, and me knowing that you have basically zero power in this debate."

"Now, I personally believe that you should allow the Eden system within your cities, as frankly, I want as many people as possible to have access to this game. Now, I am aware that you consider the fact that we log player data to be concerning, as reasonably we could tell when perhaps yourself or your fellow satans were using an Eden device and launch an attack then, but let me ask you this, Serafall Leviathan."

My smile falls as I glare into her eyes. "You had no idea I even existed before today. No idea what I was capable of until Eden Interactive's presentation. If I truly wanted to eradicate the devil race... don't you think I could haveeasily done so already?"

She stares at me as I continue.

"At age six, I created a method to manipulate light energy like an angel. By age eleven, if I so chose, and if I was given a reason to don't you think I could have done more with that? A bomb that puts nukes to shame, leaving holy radiation in its wake. Perhaps a genetically altered cold virus that has access to holy energy... I could rid this world of each and everything that has a weakness to light energy in perhaps a decade or so..."

An ominous silence descends on the room.

"But I don't want that." I smile brightly, cheer re-entering the tone of my voice. "I'm fully aware that there are genuine psychopathic monsters in your race. But, then again. Humanity speaking here. There's no real end to psychopathic monsters on our side either. I don't want to punish the many for the actions of the few. Nor have you or your people even done anything to me, so I never even really looked into light energy beyond making that gauntlet of mine, hell, I wasn't even intending to make it light energy. I just wanted a laser sword or spear on demand to protect myself."

"But anyways, I have digressed from our original topic. What can I offer you for the devil race to allow my Eden system in their cities?" I ask. "But keep in mind. We don't need you, so maybe keep your demands light or I have few doubts that Azazel here will simply decide 'fuck it' and just accept that devils using the Eden is not meant to be."

"Or I could do something petty and tell you to develop some sort of devil-lock on the technology so they can't use it anyways." Azazel shrugs with a smug grin.

Serafall's eyes flicker over me, the corners of her mouth turning upwards as she looks to Azazel. "Who the heck is this audacious brat here? He really just does not care who is speaking to, does he?"

"Heh, yeah." The man snorts. "But I've got to say, he does have you in quite the bind here, Serafall. Though he might have jumped the gun a bit by mentioning biological warfare."

I shrug mutely. "I've never studied much biology, I'm more of a tech guy. Who's to say what I might have been capable of if I were a hateful little bastard who just wanted to cause pain to a race. I just want to play a game. Those are my goals. Simple as that."

"I can't say that the idea of this game doesn't intrigue me, and, yes, I do think you have good intentions, but..." The woman begins slowly. "Not everyone does have good intentions. There are those who could very well take advantage of this to do harm to our race."

"I'm going to stop you right there. The Eden system is nonmagical. I never said that it had to be nonmagical. You can enchant it to your heart's content- as long as you don't fuck around with the core technology. God forbid some idiot fucks around with the inner workings and somehow deletes his own brain- but I've streamlined the system enough and patched enough bugs. That the chances of that happening are lower than one percent."

"That is quite high still." She frowns.

"Oh, I'm sorry, is the race who still does gladiatorial combat wanting to chime in aboutsafety?" I ask with a raised eyebrow. "I said that as long as you don't mess with anything important. It would be fine. The outer shell is mostly just housing for the many outer world cameras, smoke detectors, carbon monoxide detectors, and motion sensors."

"Besides, I don't really get why the devil race is getting so worked up. Pretty hypocritical if you ask me. After all, you've got pieces that enslave other races... hell, it's worse than enslavement, as even if they get away, they'll be turned into giant monstrous abominations that hunger for human flesh... and these pieces don't require consent. Plus you give it to a bunch of ornery, arrogant, and puberty riddled teens." I hum mutely. "How you managed to survive the outrage of every faction, I just don't know, but I do suppose I have to commend you for bearing the brunt of all that bullshit."

"So, what can I offer you? I'm limiting it to in-game cosmetics and vanities. You want to start with a magic outfit that transforms all of your clothes into a magical girl outfit? By all means. Want your in-game ice magic to look pink? Sure. What does the Satan of Foreign affairs want."

The woman frowns. "This is... not something that I alone can make a decision on. I will need to speak with my fellow satans, then to the great king faction. the best-case scenario, we would allow the lords of each territory the option of allowing this system, or not."

I stare for a long moment.

A small devious grin appearing on my lips as I cover my mouth with a hand. "You know... I'm technically not supposed to do this, but I could perhaps make it so one of the Eden systems has a special program on it. Perhaps you could, if you had time and took the effort, carefully design a character in the program that you are able to do anything you want with if said character were to perhaps look like... someone you know quite well and knew the body structure of to an incredible degree, you could hypothetically make a copy of said person that is indistinguishable from the original with a personality you could code to be whatever you want."

I can see Serafall's professional demeanor crack slightly. A maddened lust in her eyes before she quickly wrangles her demons and get them back under control.

Azazel opens his mouth to say something, causing me to turn to him. "No."

"Come on. You didn't even know what I was going to say."

"Something something. Fuck Gabriel's tits." I deadpan.

"..."

"You don't know if I was going to say that." He protests, causing me to give him a half-lidded stare. "Why aren't we selling this thing anyways?"

"Because I don't want to. Merely out of principal. Imagine for a moment that you get married to the hottest model on earth. You would be forced to realize that thousands of other men are now fucking an exact replica. I'm the super greedy and jealous type, so I'd more than likely just try to kill them if they tried that with my hypothetical wife. So. Best not to try and open pandora's box of customizable Vr sex."

"I see..." Serafall weakly begins.

She lets out a quiet cough she crosses her arms over her chest, looking away with a quiet 'huff' trying desperately to not break. "What use would I have for something like that."

"You could punch Gabriel in the face with no consequence." I announce blandly. "I've heard you have quite the rivalry with her."

Her eyes widened, as she had apparently been blinded to the possibilities beyond the 'Scissor So-Tan' possibility..

"Though, of course, I will be forced to make it so you can't record anything that happens there. That's an entire new can of blackmailing worms I don't want to touch." I continue.

She looks like she is going to break for a moment.

She points at me. "Join my peerage!"

"heh. This'll be good." Azazel snorts.

I cup my chin, looking over her a frown on my face.

"..."

Azazel seems mildly displeased that I'm not saying anything. "Oi brat... why aren't you saying no?"

"Because I'm considering it." I answer.

"What? What changed from when Mephisto asked you?!" The man questions.

I give him a half lidded stare, then gesture wildly to Serafall.

"Ah. I see. I completely understand." He nods slowly.

"Regretfully- and I actually mean it this time- I will have to refuse." I sigh as I turn back to Serafall. "It's a shame, but I have my reasons. Firstly, I do not believe my only friend would appreciate me becoming a devil, next, my entire corporation here has been built up using Grigori funds and has been tightly intertwined with it. If I leave, I'd be abandoning my dream. Next, I am not particularly fond of your slave pieces. It's a bummer that I'll die earlier than most, but honestly? I'll just figure something out in the future."

"I see..." The woman lets out a disappointed click of her tongue. "Well, I will not beg you- even if I want to. I am aware of the stigma around Evil Pieces... that is where their name came from, after all. But it is incredibly difficult- if not impossible- to code a method that takes the receiver's will into consideration, especially when you consider that they can already revive the recently deceased. Even for Ajuka, such a modification is out of his reach. As is the Stray Devil flaw... however that one is more of a boon than a detriment. You may not know, but the only way to become a stray devil is through indulging in tremendous sin. Not merely running away."

"I mean, it's theoretically impossible to do what I've done, so I mean, Ajuka just isn't trying hard enough." I point out as I rise to my feet. "Regardless, it appears that negotiation here has come to an end, you need to go and speak with your fellow satans, I need to get back to work."

"It has been a lovely distraction to mess with you, though." I smile brightly. "Please, come again soon!"

The woman pouts slightly as I abruptly turn and walk towards the door.

"Azazel, tag in." I call over blandly.

"Wait." Serafall calls out. "You never even gave me your name."

"Suzutsu." I answer as I glance over my shoulder. "That's all you get, though."

With that, I step outside.

"So, what's our preorders looking like?" I question

"Ah. It's doing pretty well, all things considered. It's been just under five and a half months, but we've got around two million pre-orders... even with how utterly expensive the Eden is." The blonde I am stood just behind observes "I assume a lot more will likely just make an account and go to the rental places to stay... at least to see if it is worth it before dropping a nice, crisp one million yen on it."

"That's good." I agree quietly. "It's about time we start picking out the names for who gets the beta systems, right?"

"Ah. Right. December first." The girl mutters.

Serafall had come back about a week after our last meeting. We've hashed out a little deal with the devil faction.

Rias get reskinned fire magic, Sera-tan herself got a magical girl vanity outfit, the Phenex gets flame wings if they ever get Aera magic or some other form with wings like Takeover, that sort of thing.

Cosmetics all around.

Same with the Youkai faction. But Azazel more or less covered the negotiation for this.

Turns out Yasaka just wanted to give her daughters cute little fox ears in the game as well.

I did her one better and gave Kunou's account the ability to grow more tails as she gets stronger.

Provided she chooses the beast folk race, of course.

Regardless, turns out I have quite the fans, as the two just couldn't stop talking about what they're going to do in the game, according to Azazel.

Also. That's right.

I said daughters.

Seems that Mr Isekai guy's warning about new people was very real.

Senko is Yasaka's daughter.

Y'know, 'Helpful Fox Senko-San'?

To be fair, I can totally see it.

Senko was basically a carbon copy of Kunou.

Or... was Kunou a carbon copy of Senko?

I'm honestly not sure, and it's not like I can just check the internet for obvious reasons.

Anyways, another person I saw would be Milim Nava... or rather, Milim Gremory.

Bit weird, considering she's supposed to be a dragon, but whatever. She's apparently Millicas' older sister.

Obviously the Sword Art gang is here- which means I've got to keep an eye on Kayaba Akihiko, the fucking prick.

That guy would ruin Vr for me and quite possibly millions of others.

If I hear even one word about 'Nerve Gear' I'll have him assassinated.

I Bet Azzy would be down with that if I get a copy of the blueprints and show him that they have fucking microwaves in them.

Mittelt slowly scrolls through the list.

I grab a tablet and wordlessly open the same page.

"Damn. The Gremory's entered a lot of people into the giveaway." Mittelt mutters under her breath. "It looks like they've had each and every servant and peerage member enter."

"Well, Obviously." I huff in amusement. "Rias is clearly obsessed with Vr... Add her to the accepted list."

"Aren't we supposed to randomly determine this?"

"Bah." I wave off. "We totally will... after we've given out a bunch to important figures first and foremost to curry favor. Add Sona Sitri, Milim Gremory, Senko and Kunou. Oh. Add in Mephisto and Serafall as well."

"..."

"Issei Hyoudou." I eventually decide.

"Ah. Yep. There it is. Nepotism." The girl laughs. "At least you didn't say his name first."

"Shove it, Mildred." I frown causing her head to swing around to glare at me pointedly.

"..."

"..."

"Anyways." I continue. "Speaking of Nepotism... are... you doing anything this Christmas?"

"Fallen angels don't celebrate Christmas. We've been over this. Well, I mean, some do. I'm not one of them." She scoffs. "I take it you're going back home again?"

"You're such a scrooge, Mittelt." I sigh. "But, yeah, I was thinking about it."

"I see..." She whispers as she continues scrolling through the list.

"Do... you want to come with me?" I ask with a hopeful smile.

"Huh?!" The blonde blinks as she looks to me.

"Want to come back home with me for Christmas?" I ask.

"It... is going to be a really busy month. I'm not sure-"

"Come ooonn, Milly." I pout. "I mentioned you as my only friend a while back and they've been begging me to bring you for a visit. I'm their son, it's my right to let them embarrass me by saying something like 'so when are you going to get married' or something like that."

There's a small flush to her face as she looks away.

"I'll... think about it."

"I was also thinking of going back home... more permanently."

"What?" She whispers, her eyes grow wide, there's some hurt deep within her pupils.

"I was planning on opening one of those Eden rental places in Kuoh, we don't necessarily need to be here at the Grigori to do our work, right? Besides, we will be playing with the Eden as well." I begin. "We could very easily continue to update and work on the game from the comfort of Kuoh, right? Besides, we don't really need to even worry about updates for a good year or so considering how much we pre-prepared."

"I-I'll think about it." The girl mutters. "Despite being a second generation fallen, I really didn't have much of a... family... to go back to."

"Yeah, I noticed that you lived alone, I just didn't want to bring it up." I nod quietly.

"I was orphaned at a young age." She admits quietly only to cringe.

She looks over to me, seemingly trying desperately to decide on something then looks away with a quiet sigh. "I'd like to see what a normal family is like, honestly."

The corners of my mouth turn upwards. "I'm sure my parents would love to have you!"

AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Holy SHIT my muse! I posted the last chapter as soon as I finished it, yet here I am with a second only SEVEN hours later! What the fuck?! This isn't normal!
Totally rad, though. I wish I could keep up this pace.