Itachi Sitri

by Michael Shadow

After the edo tensei was undone, Itachi gets offered a second chance by a dark being, the next thing he knows he has a twin sister, an older sister and two new parents, and they are all devils. I don't own anything! No Chakra Itachi, Itachi x harem(small), more information in ch1. Rated M because it's DxD.

41. Itachi vs Sairaorg! Part 2!

Chapter 41: Itachi vs Sairaorg! Part 2!

A bright light flashed onto the center stage of the colosseum, and rising up to be today's commentator was the wife of Sirzechs Lucifer, Grayfia. "Welcome to the last match of the semifinals for the Rating Game tournament. In today's matchups, we have the two mightiest young Devils. Both with great talent and power… And for their generation, they both have some of the mightiest peerage members around."

Bright lights flashed onto the arena of the Rating Game dimension, and were all pulled towards the left side of the arena. "In the left corner, we have the heir to the infamous Bael family. Despite being born without any talent and power; he crawled his way from the depths! And achieved great power and talent for martial arts!" Magic circles flashed in the air above the chess piece statues, as out jumped nine figures, landing on their respective chess piece. "His peerage consists of the rejects of the Devil society! And they are proud to be called as such!" Coming crashing onto the king chess piece, the whole space of the Rating Game Dimension trembled upon his mighty landing. "Like the lion is the King of the jungle, this man is the king on the battlefield!" Colorful displays of firework erupted in the background, as the strong tall figure of Sairaorg stood tall to face the crowd. "Sairaorg Bael!"

Sairaorg greeted the crowd with a wide optimistic smile, and was met with a loud booming cheer from his fans amongst the crowd. Watching them through the two-way screen in the Rating Game dimension, Sairaorg gave a mighty roar. And eagerly awaited his opponent.

"And the ones being thrown into the lion's den, is this man and his nefarious group of Sinners!" Grayfia continued, although one could tell that this flashing display, she had been forced to put on, was embarrassing her. "In the right corner, we have the heir of the great Sitri family! Be his opponent Man, Devil, Angel, or even a God! He has fought them with all his might, and overcome each challenge time and time again!" Coming flying through a series of magic circles, eight figures landed onto the blue chess piece statues. "This man is known to lead his peerage of seven Sinners! He is the Captain of the Seven Deadly Sins!" The dark menacing figure on the King piece was brought into the light. "Defeater of Heroes, vanquisher of the two Heavenly Dragons, and the man who beat a God of Mischief!" The light dimmed into a shade of midnight blue, and flashy dark colored fireworks erupted in the background. As Itachi stood ready, his Sharingan glowing ominously in the dim blue light. "Itachi Sitri!"

Itachi gazed at the crowd, and his eyes locked onto the sights of his friends and family. Thunderous applause echoed through the arena, even though Itachi was disliked in High-class society, he was still well beloved by the lower classes. 'I am guessing this flashy introduction was the idea of nee-sama and Sirzechs-sama.' Itachi had a slight nervous sweat, feeling a little sorry for Grayfia for having to do that flashy introduction. Although through the screens, he noticed Grayfia shooting murderous glances at her own husband. Her look was enough to say it all. "You are going to pay me back for this in tenfold." Itachi then looked at the Maou section, where Sirzechs was bowing his head profusely to apologize to his wife. He still seemed very satisfied with the flashy introduction however.

Grayfia composed herself, and lightly coughed to gain everyone's attention. "The rules of today's game are simple. Much like Sairaorg's previous battle against Zephyrdor Glasya-Labolas. Each contestant is to pick one warrior from their peerage to fight. However, this time whoever wins gets to go back to their team and rest up, or remain and fight the next opponent if they so wish. The loser of each round will be retired, and be unable to fight throughout the remainder of the game. In the final round, there will be a tag-team battle, so both contestants think carefully on who you are sending out first. The first team to defeat the King of the other team, wins the Rating Game. Now, both contestants, pick your first fighter!"

And just like last time, without any moments of hesitation, Sairaorg stepped up to the field. "I will go first!" Sairaorg boldly declared, just like he did against Zephyrdor last time. However, unlike what Zephyrdor had done, Itachi didn't even react. He had expected as much. Sairaorg had picked himself to be his own vanguard in the first battle. "As the King, I am to be the spear head of any battle my peerage faces! This will be no different!"

The crowd wasn't as shocked as last time, but all eyes turned to Itachi. All eagerly wondering if Itachi and Sairaorg would face each other straight away to decide the game. "I expected as much…" Itachi closes his eyes and cracks a light smile, Sairaorg never backed down from his ideology, just like Naruto. And Itachi couldn't help but respect that quality. "Sorry Bob, but I am going to have you play the role of sacrificial pawn here…" Itachi looked to his pawn, as Bob had just finished meditating, and instantly bulked up into his 23-hour state. Mjolnir jr. rattling in its shrunken form as an ornament to Bob's chain necklace.

"Yeah, I'm fine with it." Bob knew, Itachi needed someone that could challenge Sairaorg so that Itachi could get a good idea of any growth in the Bael's ability. Itachi and Sairaorg were best friends and rivals, but both had such a different approach to battle. "I will do my best to win though." Bob declared, looking to Itachi for approval.

"I wouldn't expect anything less." Itachi kindly smiled at Bob. Bob smiled back, and gave a quick nod as he leapt down onto the arena. Cracking the floorboard of the stone made giant chess board.

Sairaorg jumped down as well, landing onto his knee as if he was kneeling. But the King quickly rose to his feet, and greeted his opponent with a smirk as he cracked his neck. "This is just so like Itachi… making me wait for our rematch like this. Can't say I hate it though. I've always wanted to fight you, Bob, the Grizzly Sin of Sloth!" Sairaorg showed his opponent the proper respect, and slammed his mighty fist into his sturdy left palm, lightly cracking his wrist.

"I am honored to hear that from you, Sairaorg. Our Captain holds you in such high regard after all." With a snap of his fingers, the ornament that was Mjolnir jr. on his necklace grew into a giant war hammer, breaking the chain as it flew into Bob's hand. Dark blue crackling thunder erupted from the hammer, and cloaked itself around Bob's body.

Bob started things off, with attempting a heavy haymaker punch down onto Sairaorg's head. But the Bael heir was fast enough to react to the hulking Bob's fist, catching it in his iron grip. The arena cracked from the pressure, as Bob tried to push forward, but Sairaorg didn't budge an inch. Both fighters groaning as they tried to push the other to gain the advantage. With the Mjolnir replica in his free hand, Bob took a swing at Sairaorg. The hammer charged up with immense electricity roared like a bolt of thunder, as it came crashing down. Only to be stopped, as Sairaorg with his free hand grabbed onto Bob's wrist. 'How is he this strong? He is able to match my 23-hour state in power… And he isn't even using that Touki aura of his yet!' Bob gritted his teeth, pushing with his full body weight.

The towering Bob loomed over Sairaorg, who's knees began to buckle slightly under the pressure. "Heh, you are strong! Itachi made a good choice when he picked you to join his peerage!" Sairaorg complimented, sweat beginning to drip down his face from the amount of effort he was putting into it.

In the colosseum, Rossweisse was standing from her seat and shouting at the screen. "Come on Bob! Put your back into it! Push that Devil brat to his knees! Yeah! Come on you brute! Show 'em what you are good for!" Rossweisse shouted her words of "encouragement" towards Bob, the Gremory group all nervously chuckled at the scene she was causing, but didn't seem to mind.

In the God section, specifically the Norse God section. They were especially focused on this fight, as Bob wielded an identical replica of Mjolnir. "H-Hey dad… that hammer. It's no longer a Divine Weapon, right?" The son of Thor, Magni asked and looked towards his father who looked a little agitated.

"Don't think so." Thor replied with a light grunt, only being calmed down as his wife Sif placed her hand onto his. Her hand looking so small in his, he gently squeezed, holding his wife's hand firmly, but not too hard. Thor's facial expressions showed he was very cautious about the strength of his grip. Upon seeing his wife's loving face, the God of Thunder's facial expression softened.

"Oh, relax Thor." Odin came strolling in, interrupting this moment between his son and Sif. Sif showing a small scowl as she glanced at her father-in-law, and Thor looking attentive of his father's word. "And to answer your question, Magni. That hammer still holds certain divine properties… But overall, it's pretty much been turned into a Demonic weapon at this point."

"Heh, guess those dwarves aren't that skilled in making weapons after all, eh dad?" Thor's other son Modi tried to lighten his father's mood a bit, and ease the tension now that his grandfather was here.

"Indeed." Odin chuckled in agreement. "But at least they made this gem for you." Odin said as he lightly tapped the end of his spear to Thor's hammer, the original Mjolnir. "They didn't have that many spare parts to work with either, so… relax son. No one can replace the power of the real Mjolnir." Odin gave his son a firm pat on the back, before returning to his seat to watch the game.

"Hey dad!" Thor's youngest child and only daughter, Thrud called out to him. "You think I can get a hammer like that, huh? Would be sick to have for my Valkyrie duties."

Thor let loose a light hearted chuckle at the excitement from his daughter. "Sure kiddo."

"Thor…" Sif sternly told her husband, clearly not that comfortable with their daughter working as a Valkyrie. Thor looked a little worried, and awkwardly coughed.

"Umm, on second thought… maybe another time Thrud." Thor awkwardly rubbed the top of his daughter's head, who was giving him an annoyed pouty face. Sif however seemed thankful that Thor took her side, as she leaned her head to rest against her husband's arm, and gently began stroking her hand across his muscles.

The sound of a light cough came from behind the curtain to their booth, as a Devil butler walked in with a tray of alcoholic beverages. "Drinks, sir? Madam?"

"Heck yeah! Bring them here penguin!" Magni and Modi cackled laughing, as the two brothers took a bottle each.

"Thank you." Odin accepted a cup as well. Vidar and Baldur both as well accepted some drinks, and cheered.

"Madam?" The butler offered Sif one as well, although she politely smiled and shook her head.

"None for me, thank you." Sif seeing Thrud was reaching for a cup, firmly put her hand on her daughter's shoulder pushing her back into the seat. "She doesn't need anything either."

"Very well. And you sir?" The butler offered Thor.

"Yeah, bring it here." Thor grabbed onto the bottle, although hesitated as he felt Sif's hand tighten around his. Exchanging a look with his wife, he could tell she was concerned as she slowly shook her head and mouthed a silent "please". Thor went silent for a bit. "I, uhh…"

"Thor, come on. Loosen up." Odin slapped his son on the shoulder. "What's wrong with you? Your brothers are ready to have a party here, same with your boys." The disapproving tone of his father's voice, had Thor grab onto the bottle that was on the butler's tray. Although instead of taking the entire thing like his sons. Thor instead poured it into a cup. Giving a nod of thanks to the butler, as he left them to serve the other guests. Sif gave her husband a slight disapproving look, but he just smiled at her.

"It's just one cup, what's the harm?" Thor playfully shrugged, and Sif just sighed.

"Fine… Just, don't overdo it this time…" Sif whispered to Thor, trying to make sure Odin wasn't listening.

"Yeah, I won't. This ain't Asgard, I can be polite in these "social affairs". Every once in a while, at least, hmm?" Thor chuckled a little, as he lightly nudged his arm against Sif, causing Sif to roll her eyes but in the end, she cracked a smile. "See? I can also be quite charming…" Thor said as he pulled Sif's hand up to kiss it.

"Oh, don't I know it." Sif giggled as Thor put his arm around her. Odin seeing this on the other hand scowled a bit, and shook his head. A faint distant memory replaying in his mind of his own first wife. The memory caused Odin to get rather upset, but instead of causing a scene. The wise All Father sat back, and watched the game unfold.

The roaring dark blue thunder shot out violently from Mjolnir jr. Both Bob and Sairaorg were straining themselves, although Sairaorg looked to be handling the situation better. The Bael heir smiled, veins bulging around his temple as he began to actually bend Bob's arm backwards. Sairaorg's muscles swelled, his biceps looking like balloons as they continued to expand.

Bob groaned, feeling a slight sensation of pain from Sairaorg's grip. Even in his 23-hour state, Bob was being overpowered by Sairaorg in his base form. Sairaorg began also pushing back Bob's hulking fist, and with Bob's arms pushed to the side leaving him wide open. Sairaorg using Bob's arms as leverage pushed his entire body off the ground and dealt a double drop kick to Bob's chest.

The force of Sairaorg's kick, shattered several of Bob's ribs. A gush of blood erupting from the hulking Bob's mouth as his face was twisted into one of pain. "Promotion Rook!" Bob's muscles swelled, and his strength grew as suddenly he clasped his arms onto Sairaorg's body in a bear hug.

Sairaorg lightly grunted from the sudden force of Bob's hold, Bob then drove Sairaorg down in a classic wrestling suplex move. Having the Bael heir pinned down, Bob grabbed onto the back of Sairaorg's head and pinned his face into the marble concrete. While having Sairaorg pinned down, Bob raised his dominant arm holding Mjolnir jr. in an attempt to strike Sairaorg down.

Sairaorg grinded his teeth, and unleashed a war cry as a newfound strength surged through his very being. For a split second, Sairaorg's skin turned scolding red, and his body emitted a strong heat. Bob grunted as he felt the heat burn him, but suddenly Bob was thrown into the air. Sairaorg had managed to break free from Bob's hold and threw him several hundreds of feet into the sky.

Sairaorg's skin was back to its normal shade, and the heat he let out had died down. Although it was brief, it did not escape Itachi's sight. Itachi looked baffled, as for a brief moment it appeared as if Sairaorg's strength had grown tenfold. Itachi had managed to notice the brief change in Sairaorg, but not long enough to deduce what it was as Sairaorg had quickly reverted back.

Bob while free falling, threw his left arm behind his back gathering a strong surge of power as the wind itself gathered towards his open palm. "Grizzly Claw!" Thrusting his arm forward, like an air cannon Bob made sure to remain airborne, whilst also unleashing a massive shockwave blast onto Sairaorg. The shockwave roared like that of an angry grizzly bear, and it hit Sairaorg like a freight train.

Sairaorg grunted, as his knees buckled underneath the intense pressure of the shockwave. The ground itself was torn to shreds as a result of Bob's attack, yet Sairaorg remained standing. Sairaorg's body burnt bright, as the flames of his Touki aura eased the pressure of the shockwave had on his body. With a mighty battle roar, Sairaorg dispelled Bob's air cannon attack, sending ripples of wind blasting into the arena.

Bob grabbed both his hands onto the handle of the Mjolnir replica, lifting the hammer over his head as it expanded in size. The hammer head itself was three times bigger than Bob's entire body. And the hammer unleashed a volatile surge of lightning. Sairaorg readied himself, and as Bob and the hammer were about to hit the ground, he took a leap backwards, as Bob struck the Mjolnir replica onto the arena floor. The surging dark blue lightning tore apart the entire arena floor and sent ripples through the empty void of space. The giant skyscraper chess piece statues only remained standing due to a protective barrier.

Sairaorg glanced at the giant smoke screen that had formed from Bob's clash, seeing the dark blue thunder all gathering into a singular point. Bob leapt out from the smoke. Bob's fist cloaked in thunder as he smashed it into Sairaorg's mouth. Sairaorg fell rolling back, a hot trickle of blood running down from his busted lip. "A splendid attack, Sin of Sloth Bob." Sairaorg commended with a smirk on his face.

Bob let out a war cry and jumped forward at Sairaorg, and swung the giant thunder crackling hammer sideways. "But…" Sairaorg held his hand out, and in a bold move he caught the head of the giant hammer. And with a firm grip, Sairaorg dented the face of the hammer head with his fingers grappling a hold of it. The crackling lightning from the hammer tore at Sairaorg's sleeve, ripping up a good portion of his shirt and leaving some burn marks on his arm. Even with all his strength, Bob could not make Sairaorg's arm buckle under the pressure of the Mjolnir replica. Sairaorg's Touki aura suddenly shifted in color, briefly turning fiery hot red.

Although the new red fiery aura around Sairaorg, was quickly snuffed out as Sairaorg threw a heavy right hook punch into Bob's jaw. Bob looked stun locked, his ears were ringing. His eardrum having burst as blood began trickling out. Bob felt light headed, as he suddenly collapsed to the ground. Sairaorg had taken out the professional boxer in an old-fashioned knockout.

Sairaorg looked upon the downed Bob, and like a proper martial artist. Sairaorg slammed his right fist into his left palm, and lowered his head in respect for Bob. "Thank you for this splendid match." Sairaorg thanked as Bob's body began to glow.

Seeing Bob collapse like that, left Itachi and the Sins bewildered. Bob was easily one of Itachi's strongest peerage members, and he was knocked out just like that. "Itachi…" Raven looked to their Captain, having briefly noticed the power increase in Sairaorg's strength as he dealt the final blow. Sairaorg's Touki aura had briefly changed, and its destructive power having increased to great heights. Like a brilliant firework, it left a heavy impact but was quickly snuffed out.

As Bob's body began to glow, five out of the eight giant skyscraper sized Pawn pieces on Itachi's side of the board all broke apart and collapsed. The loss of the five Pawn piece platforms, signifying Bob's defeat, as Bob was worth five Pawns.

Itachi narrowed his eyes, as he saw Bob ending up getting retired. The sound of Grayfia announcing it was muffled in Itachi's ears, as he was purely focused on Sairaorg. "Itachi Sitri, Pawn retired." Itachi clenched his fists, and lightly smirked at Sairaorg who was glancing up at Itachi with a smirk of his own. 'I miscalculated his growth in power…' Itachi thought, as it was clear. Sairaorg was able to rise his power in the heat of the moment, and quickly lower it without anyone really noticing.

In the colosseum, Rossweisse was left in shock, as she silently mumbled out Bob's name. Rossweisse knew how strong Bob was, they all knew. Rias and her peerage watched intensely at this match. As they knew, whoever won this game would be their opponent in the finals of the Rating Game tournament. "Sairaorg has grown stronger…" Rias mumbled as she glanced on the image of her cousin standing victorious over Bob.

"Are you having a hard time deciding who to cheer for, Rias onee-sama?" Asia asked, wondering if Rias felt conflicted whether to cheer for her own cousin or her boyfriend. Especially as she knew of Sairaorg's struggles to win for his sick mother.

Rias looked to Asia with a warm smile. "Not really. I do hope Itachi ends up winning this game. Not because of our relationship… but because honestly… I feel as if Sairaorg would be a trickier opponent for us to fight. His raw power is just a bad matchup for me…" Rias revealed, as she knew Sairaorg could probably tank nearly everything she could throw at him. Even though Itachi was a tricky opponent as well, and arguably to Rias overall stronger than Sairaorg. Rias at least had managed to formulate a plan of attack against Itachi. "Plus, I also want to show Itachi my growth first hand…" Rias mumbled the last part to herself.

"We now move onto the next match of this game. Pick your next fighter." Grayfia announced over the speakers.

Sairaorg rested in his seat, having his Bishop, the blond beauty Coriana tend to his busted lip with a washcloth. "Hmm, I would like to go again… But I think I should save myself for the final round. Mm, I've been the Vanguard and I will be the final strike as well! But who to send next?" Sairaorg sat down and hummed, he had great faith in all his servants.

"I shall go, master Sairaorg." Sairaorg's Queen, Kuisha Abaddon volunteered herself. "Much like our King being the spear head, it is only natural the Queen follows behind her King." The Queen tied her long blond hair up in a ponytail, and straightened her combat gloves as she jumped from her Queen piece and onto the arena.

"Mm! I like that idea indeed! Go forth Kuisha! Fight to your hearts content!" Sairaorg cheered on for his Queen, who looked immensely happy at hearing her master's cheer.

"Show off…" Coriana jealously pouted looking down on her fellow blond Kuisha, as they both contended for their master's affection.

On Itachi's side, Itachi carefully thought on who to send out next. Itachi knew about Kuisha and her abilities, with her being from an Extra Demon clan. Top-class Devil families that weren't counted as members of the 72 Pillars. Just like Grayfia and her bloodline. 'Much like Tsubaki Shinra, Kuisha is a defense type. Her family's abilities creating holes in time and space to redirect enemy attacks or absorb them. Besides that, she is a highly skilled magic combatant. And being a servant of Sairaorg, she is highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat from near endless training. I need to send someone with a vast arsenal, yet not lacking in power. Which leaves only three…' Itachi looked to Damian, Kuroka and Raven. "Kuroka, you're up." Itachi made the call, and happily the nekomata complied.

"As you wish, captain. Nya~" Kuroka leapt down from her Queen piece and landed onto the arena.

"Queen against Queen, huh? Can't say I dislike that." Kuisha greeted Kuroka with a gentle smile, as she cracked her knuckles.

"Nya, no need to get all poetic now. Let's just fight." Kuroka quickly was on the move, speed blitzing her opponent. Kuroka was in Kuisha's face, her eye pupils slit like a cat on the hunt, with blue fire igniting from the palm of her hands. Kuroka dealt a swift palm strike to Kuisha's shoulder, the Queen of Sairaorg cringed from the stinging pain.

A magic circle formed at Kuisha's right foot, as she quickly dealt a high flame enhanced kick to Kuroka's chin sending the nekomata flipping through the air. Both combatants had landed a successful hit on the other. Although one held more significance than the other. Kuroka spat out some blood, and with bloodied teeth smirked as she glanced at Kuisha's limping arm.

Kuisha kept her eyes trained onto Kuroka, her right limp arm twitched as she tried to lift it up. Clenching, and unclenching her fist to test the level of feeling in her arm. 'It feels numb… I can hardly move it.' Kuisha noted as some sweat trailed down the side of her head. "Heh, not bad…" Kuisha smirked complimenting Kuroka's strategy. "Too bad, had this been a real battle to the death, you could have gone for an instant kill move right there."

"Heh, you caught on quickly~" Kuroka tauntingly purred.

Indra peeked from behind his sunglasses, and looked with slight intrigue. "Senjutsu, eh?" Indra's son Arjuna looked with a questioning gaze.

"Senjutsu?" His son knew of the existence of such a technique of course, but didn't understand exactly what Kuroka had done.

"Yep, that Nekomata… she targeted that Bael's brat's ki flow. Manipulating and disrupting her flow of ki, all while dealing swift surgical damage to her blood vessels and muscle tissue. That Bael Queen won't be able to move that arm properly throughout the rest of this round, probably." Indra enlightened his son on the battle, who actually started looking intrigued. "Had this been a death match, that Nekomata would have won in that moment. With such mastery one could easily use Senjutsu to target internal organs and damage them."

Kuisha despite her numb arm, smiled. "Too bad you won't get a second hit in either~" Her green eyes glowed, as she unleashed a great deal of power causing the arena to rumble ever so slightly. With her good arm, she slammed her fist into the arena floor. Causing the arena floor to crack and split open. Kuisha tore up a giant boulder sized part of the arena, and kicked it towards Kuroka.

Kuroka harnessed her chakra, her ki and lifeforce into her hand. Holding her dominant hand out, making it's ki as sharp as a blade, Kuroka cut the boulder in half. Only to discover that Kuisha was on the other side, dealing a heavy spin kick infused with lightning to enhance the speed to Kuroka's neck.

Kuroka was sent flying to the edge of the arena, laying on the edge Kuroka gasped as she saw Kuisha taking a giant leap over her. "Prominence Lion Heart." Kuisha's body caught ablaze, her arms and legs generating an intense amount of fire. Spinning her body midair, Kuisha unleashed a series of fire slashes at Kuroka.

Generating her ki flow into a constant current, Kuroka's body glowed with the flames of Touki. Her spirit energy arming and strengthening her mind and body. Kuroka welcomed the fire slashes, moving her arms in a circular motion she easily dispelled the fire. "Youjutsu… Elemental Reflection." Cupping her hands together, and exerting them in a forceful forward thrust Kuroka unleashed the gathered fire into a mighty beam towards Kuisha.

"Heh." Kuisha however wasn't concerned, even as the scorching fire soared towards like an incoming freight train. "Hole…" Her eyes widening and glowing, as a small black hole appeared between her and the fire wave. The scorching flame roared, as it was sucked in and absorbed within the confines of this black hole. "Spatial rift." Kuisha's eyes glowing once more, as a second black hole opened right behind Kuroka.

The nekomata's ears twitched, quickly turning around to be faced with the fire wave. Thrusting her palms forward, Kuroka split the wave of fire in half as she held it off. But now with Kuroka distracted, Kuisha blitzed behind her and threw a heavy punch into Kuroka's spine.

Kuroka groaned, her body bending and blood erupting from her lips. Kuisha followed up with a roundhouse kick to Kuroka's face sending her flying. Rushing at the nekomata, Kuisha followed up with a series of fire infused kicks and punches. However, Kuroka only lightly flinched at the last hit, and in a surprise caught Kuisha's fist. Kuroka's Touki aura having enhanced her durability for such attacks. Kuroka gave a feral growl, as she twisted Kuisha's fist backwards. With a feral hiss, Kuroka headbutted Kuisha, shattering her nose and making blood pour out.

Kuisha groaned as she looked into the feral eyes of Kuroka. Kuroka with her free hand, thrusted two of her fingers into Kuisha's core. The Bael's Queen's face twisted into one of pain. Kuroka having aimed to puncture one of Kuisha's lungs, however her attempts had failed. Kuisha with her numb arm had grabbed onto Kuroka's wrist halting her strike even if only a little.

Kuroka gasped as she saw a familiar flame burning around Kuisha's body. "I must thank you and Itachi… Sairaorg-sama when he initially discovered Touki was through pure luck and accident. But you two helped him better understand it, and Sairaorg-sama taught us it in return." Kuisha coughed up a spray of blood, but her Touki aura acted as a way to strengthen her body and lifeforce, even healing her numb arm to a degree. Grabbing onto Kuroka's head, Kuisha drove her knee into Kuroka's face, brutally bashing it and returning the favor by breaking Kuroka's nose as well.

In the Greek Pantheon section, Zeus was practically jumping in his seat. "Hohoho! Nothing is as great as seeing two hotties going at it~!" At her husband's comment, Hera only sneered and glared at the two female devils fighting each other.

"Peh, worthless bottom feeders." Poseidon scoffed at the sight of this battle. These Devils were beneath him, a God. "Why did we have to come here again?"

"Why?" Zeus turned serious for a moment, as he sat back into his seat. "To see the Devil boy who beat a God of course~"

"Hn, that child better not disappoint." Poseidon leaned back in his seat, his eyes glancing at the battle with hardly any interest.

"My, I think that is the highest expectation I have ever heard you have for anyone, brother." Entering the booth, was Hades and Persephone. Hades greeted his family with a light smile, his eyes filled with adoration as he looked at his two younger brothers.

And for once Poseidon's look indifference and lack of feeling changes, as Poseidon actually smiles and his eyes filled with respect and adoration for his elder brother. "Brother…" Poseidon greets Hades.

"Hello, Hades." Zeus shakingly holds his hand up as a greeting to his oldest brother. "I must say, my blood hasn't boiled this much since the Gigantomachy. Makes me want to storm that arena myself~" Zeus eyes glimmered with excitement, glowing bright yellow. Glancing not just at the women of the battlefield, but also Itachi, the Devil who beat a God.

"Heh, you might be more excited just watching brother. I don't think these young Devils are ready to face someone of your caliber just yet." Hades sat down on his golden throne next to Zeus. Quickly noticing however that there was no seat for his wife. Hades with flick of his fingers, summoned a second golden throne next to his own for his wife. "Come my dear." Hades kindly offered his hand to his wife, who gladly accepted and sat down next to her husband.

"Persephone, wouldn't you much rather like to sit with us?" Demeter suggested, patting the empty seat next to hers. "The top row is for… rulers of our realm after all."

"But Demeter, Persephone is a ruler." Hades insisted to his older sister. "She rules by my side as the Queen of the Netherworld."

"Sorry mother, but I don't want Hades to feel bad. After all he did go through the trouble of creating this throne for me." Persephone apologized to her mother, much to Demeter's dismay.

"Let her just sit where she wants Demeter, Persephone isn't going anywhere~" Zeus tried to lighten the mood. "You can chat all you want from where you are sitting, no?"

Demeter scowled and looked to her third brother, Poseidon with a small scowl. "Are you going to let Persephone be seated with you ruler Gods?"

"…" Poseidon glanced down at his sister with an indifferent look. "If elder brother holds her in a high standing. Then Persephone is worthy to sit with us. If you have any complaints, act like a God and solve it yourself instead of looking to me for help like a mere mortal would." Poseidon out of respect for his older brother, allowed it. Much to further of Demeter's dismay, yet out of fear for her younger brother Poseidon she also yielded on the matter.

Back to the fight, Kuroka began circling around Kuisha, moving at near blinding speed to try and catch an opening in the Bael Queen's guard. In this fight, Kuroka needed to get up close in order to win, while Kuisha needed to keep her distance in order to win. Kuroka pounced like a tiger onto her prey, aiming to deal swift ki altering strikes to Kuisha's abdomen. Although Kuisha created a black hole next to herself, instead of using it against Kuroka, Kuisha walked through it herself.

Kuroka gasped as she landed where Kuisha once stood, and a second black hole opened up several feet in the air over Kuroka. "I can't afford to prolong this fight much longer… I will say you are my equal, Cat Sin of Lust." Green glowing eyes emerged within the darkness of the second black hole as Kuisha floated out of it. "But unfortunately for you, I win this one." Kuisha's eyes glowed as she smashed her hands together, generating a black hole so large that it covered the entire arena floor.

Kuroka could only gasp, as she cloaked herself in fire, gathering her strength in an attempt to leap into the air. Kuroka's flames were however snuffed out, and no matter how fast she was, she couldn't escape the power of the black hole. Being sucked into the black hole, rendered unable to move. Kuroka gritted her teeth as she began focusing her full power into her Senjutsu to sustain her body and spirit. Ripples began appearing in the Rating Game dimension itself. Kuroka acted quickly, not going out alone she unleashed a poisonous mist cloud with her Senjutsu. The mist went off like a bomb and spread itself through the entire arena.

Kuisha clicked her teeth, and slipped away into another black hole. Putting her full focus onto where Kuroka was falling, adding such gravitational force that all of Kuroka's attacks were absorbed. In the end, Kuroka cried out in pain, feeling nearly every bone in her body getting crushed.

"Kuroka!" Itachi called out in concern at hearing her cry out in pain.

"Nee-sama!" Koneko from where she was sitting also cried out.

Kuisha took a deep breath, and let out a loud exhale as the black hole vanished. Floating down, Kuisha stood over a broken and crippled Kuroka. "Ugh…" Kuroka groaned, her limbs were bruised and blue. She couldn't move.

"It's my victory." Kuisha declared, although in that instant Kuroka leapt up. Her eyes bloodshot and feral, she was out for blood this time. Foam frothing out from her mouth like a feral beast, Kuroka swung her blue flamed claws at Kuisha.

The Queen of Bael cried out in pain, as she ended up scratched on her right forearm. Her Touki aura being negated as a result, but after that Kuroka couldn't even stand and just slid along the floor. Kuisha fell onto her butt, clutching onto her burnt scratched arm. "… What a fighting spirit." Kuisha trembled at the sight, as Kuroka. Still foaming from her mouth, used her chin to drag herself closer to Kuisha. Her teeth sharpening into fangs, and her Senjutsu affecting the arena itself. Causing trees to grow out from the stone platforms, breaching through the tiles and growing into a forest.

"Kill…! Kill!" Kuroka growled like a feral beast, having used too much Senjutsu to try and fight the effects of Kuisha's black hole. Kuroka was suffering from the side effects of losing her mind to its power.

"Kuroka!" Itachi broke through the barrier, and landed down next to his Queen. However, Kuroka not recognizing her master, slammed her jaw shut onto Itachi's hand as he attempted to reach for her. Itachi barely flinched, even as Kuroka's fangs drew blood from his hand. "It's okay… It's okay… I'm here. It's okay." Itachi gently began stroking Kuroka's head, which seemed to calm her down. Kuroka seeming to have regained her senses, shed a few tears as she began licking the wound on Itachi's hand clean. Itachi gently smiled, as he stroked the side of her face. "You did well." Itachi comforted. Looking to the announcer. "She's done… Please look after her injuries." Itachi pleaded.

"Itachi Sitri, Queen retired." Grayfia announced, although with a slight frightened awe. Normally Kuroka would have been retired while trapped in that black hole. But Kuroka's tenacious spirit, and her Senjutsu power increasing her bodies durability kept her in the game longer. The giant Queen piece statue on Itachi's side, shattered and broke down as a result of Kuroka's defeat. Kuroka's body vanishing in a blue glimmering light.

"You okay?" Kuisha asked Itachi, seeing him looking a little down at Kuroka's defeat.

"I'm fine. Tell Sairaorg he raised a fine group of servants." Despite the situation, Itachi had to praise the power of Kuisha, who easily rivaled someone like Kuroka.

As the public saw Itachi stand up and walk away, a series of High-class Devils burst out laughing and began taunting the Sitri heir. "Notorious Sins?! Yeah, right what a bunch of weaklings! What a bunch of losers! Go home you disgrace of a Devil! Bael reigns superior to your puny household!" This series of insults thrown at Itachi and his peerage, had the likes of Rias, Sona, Serafall and even Sirzechs fuming with anger. Although the Lucifer was calmer in his showing off his anger, as he merely tightened his grip on the armrest of his throne.

Itachi jumped back up to the rest of his servants, Raven quickly beginning to heal Itachi's hand. "Is…" Jack shakingly began to speak. "Is the cat going to be, okay?" Jack looked a little freaked out, and concerned for Kuroka's safety.

"Sure, she will be fine. She's strong, she just needs a little nap is all." Damian put a comforting hand onto Jack. "Right, captain?"

"Yeah, Kuroka would be fine…" Itachi nodded in confirmation.

"She and Bob must be kicking themselves right about now. Two loses in a row… Sairaorg and his bunch are stronger than we thought." Harry stroked his long mustache, and clenched his right hands grip onto his Flame Sword of Pride. "I shall go next… There will be no debate. For our defeated comrades, I shall earn us a win." Harry without letting Itachi get a word in, jumped down into the arena causing it to shake. With a slash of his sword, Harry burnt down and cut the forest made from Kuroka's Senjutsu.

"Mustache face is angry~" Eto giggled a little, seeing the frustration in Harry from witnessing two of their friends lose.

"You act indifferent… but I can feel you are itching for a fight yourself right about now." Raven noted, sensing that Eto in her own way also felt eager to fight after witnessing Bob and Kuroka lose. This caused Eto however to frown at Raven for a brief moment.

"What you think captain? Think sending Harry in is the right move?" Damian asked, seeming eager himself to go down there and fight.

"… Don't tell me you are doubting the mighty Harry Newgate now?" Itachi jokingly smiled at Damian, who broke into a light fit of chuckle.

"Nah, you are right… Guess I just wanted the spotlight for myself and get us our first win." Damian said as his greedy hands tightened enough to draw blood.

Over with Sairaorg's Peerage, with these two victories in a row. Some amongst Sairaorg's peerage couldn't help but feel a little bit overconfident. "Looks like these nefarious Sins aren't that much of a hassle after all." The tall lanky Rook, Ladora huffed with a light smirk spread across his face.

"I wouldn't count them out just yet, Ladora…" The other tall muscular Rook with a body seemingly made out of stone, Gandoma. Standing at over nine feet, Gandoma had a disapproving glare as he talked down to Ladora. "Sairaorg-sama and Kuisha are two of the strongest in our group. Do not mistake their strength, as a sign of the enemy lacking power."

"Well said, Gandoma!" Sairaorg looked up at his tallest peerage member, slapping his rock-solid back. "And that is why, I want you to go next!" Sairaorg declared, to which Gandoma merely gave a nod of understanding. And without hesitation, the stone giant leapt down onto the arena to face Harry Newgate.

"Mm, that is quite the unusual appearance…" Harry commented as he took in the sight of Gandoma and his stone-like built body. "I assume you aren't a former human."

"Correct, I am Gandoma Balam. The Balam family is one of the remaining 72 Pillars." Gandoma revealed, showing he was in fact a natural born Devil. Which meant his physical appearance was related to his bloodline's ability.

"Hmm, with that rock solid build of yours. I can only assume you are quite the tank and heavy hitter. Tell me, are you the strongest member of Sairaorg Bael's peerage?" Harry continued to remain calm, or so it appeared judging by his facial expression alone. But one could tell Harry was quite upset, as veins were bulging around his muscly arms.

Gandoma seemed to have taken notice, and easily reached the conclusion that Harry was upset from seeing his comrades lose. Where someone like Ladora would probably have taunted Harry over such feelings, Gandoma didn't even address them. Instead, he went on to answer Harry's question. "I am not." Gandoma's reply earned a dissatisfied sigh from Harry.

"Then I will make this quick." Harry's body vibrantly shined as his aura grew visible to the naked eye. The very dimension itself began to tremble, rubble rising and catching ablaze from the volatile destructive aura of Harry.

Gandoma however, did not take Harry's last comment lightly. In fact, he took great offense. "Make this quick?" Gandoma narrowed his eyes into a glare, as sharp rocks grew out from his knuckles and surrounded his body like a body of armor. Turning around, Gandoma latched his hands onto his own skyscraper sized Rook piece statue, and lifted it off the ground.

Harry calmly glared at Gandoma, sheeting his Flame Sword of Pride. Lightly bending his head to the side to crack his neck. Harry threw his right leg behind his back, dragging his foot across the concrete ground. Throwing his dominant fist back, as it vibrated with great power and emitted strong shockwaves from just clenching his hand into a fist.

"You disarm yourself of your weapon?! Don't take me lightly! I may not be Sairaorg-sama's strongest peerage member! But I am far from being the weakest!" Lifting up the entire skyscraper sized Rook piece. Gandoma flipped it onto the side, and threw it like a giant spear at Harry.

"Gura Gura no Mi…" A spherical bubble of high-pressured air formed itself around Harry's fist, its sheer vibration brought earthquake-like tremors across the entire Rating Game Dimension. "Shingen no Ichigeki." As the giant skyscraper sized Rook statue came spiraling down onto him. once the tip of the Rook statue touched Harry's aura it exploded into dust. Gandoma backed up in awe, seeing Harry standing there unharmed with the spherical bubble of an earthquake hypocenter forming around his fist.

"What the hell is this?" Gandoma grinded his teeth, as his body caught ablaze with the white flames of his Touki aura. Gandoma like a tank rushed headfirst at Harry. Harry's body glowed in a fiery-like aura, his eyes glinting with blazing fire as the hypocenter spherical around his fist caught ablaze. Gandoma grinded his teeth at how little Harry seemed to react to his presence. It was almost like Harry was telling Gandoma, that he wasn't worth his power or time. "Island Crusher! Body Slam!" Taking a giant leap, aiming to smash himself down onto Harry with his full power, Gandoma glared down at the giant elderly man.

"Blaze Gravity Hypocenter." Harry's eyes shot open, showing a serious look in his eye as he stared down his opponent, facing Gandoma with all his might. Harry threw his spherical covered fist of fire forward in a mighty punch that would rattle Gandoma to his core. Unleashing the full concentrated force of his power, and with crackling flames to burn through the rocky armor of Gandoma.

Gandoma's face twisted in pain, as his stone armored body was blown away. His rock covered body left bare showing his actual tan colored skin underneath. The vibrating force of the generated earthquake vibrated through Gandoma's entire being. His entire body feeling like it took a billion punches from Harry, instead of just one. "The reason I asked if you were the strongest… Was to show people how wrong they were for taunting my powerful comrades by prolonging this battle and showing off my superiority. But instead, I shall vanquish you with my full might at once." Harry revealed, leaving Gandoma flabbergasted and stunned. The stone man cracked a smile as his rocky armor was torn apart, and his body burnt.

"What a prideful and sinful man you are…" Gandoma commented as he was blasted away from the pure shockwave of Harry's punch. And launched outside of the bounds of the arena and left to float in the void of the Rating Game dimension.

"Sairaorg Bael, one Rook, retired." Grayfia announced, quickly making sure Gandoma was taken out of the void and to a medical bay. And suddenly, all the taunting laughs from before went dead silent.

The sheer shockwaves unleashed by Harry's attack, breached through the Rating Game Dimension and into the stadium outside. Unleashing strong winds into the audience. The Gods looked mildly intrigued at such a feat, but overall, it was nothing they hadn't seen before. The Devil elders gawked at the ridiculous strength of the Sin of Pride, just when they thought that Itachi would learn some humility, Itachi's most prideful peerage member ends his fight in such a flashy way.

Marco Bael looked indifferent, as he merely glanced at the screen with an unfeeling glance. Then there was Malphas Sitri who loudly cheered for his son. "Yeah! That's what I am talking about! Suck it you stuck up bitches and snobs!" Malphas flipped off every single High-Class Devil that taunted his son and the Sins earlier. Malphas was beyond proud in his son Itachi and his son's peerage. The difference between these two fathers was quite apparent.

The humans were gawking, each battle so far had been astonishing in its own right. Even so, Matsuda and Motohama were actively cheering for Sairaorg, simply out of years of pent-up jealousy towards Itachi. "Smack that pretty boy down a peg!" The two cheered, and ironically and unintentionally earned the support of several other High-Class Devils who joined their cheer, out of their own dislike of Itachi from a political standpoint.

Murayama and Katase on the other hand, looked extremely conflicted as to who they were cheering for. "What to do? They are just both so dreamy…" The two girls struggled to pick between cheering for cold cool pretty boy Itachi. Or the macho dreamboat that was Sairaorg.

Aika in the meantime, just continued to watch with intrigue. Aika simply wanted to witness first-hand what the two mightiest devils of their generation could do. Partially because she wanted to assure herself that no matter what, Asia would be safe during these supernatural battles. And also, because she was genuinely interested in learning more.

However, Aika was completely unaware that she had some eyes on herself at the moment. Two leering Devils a few rows behind her had malicious smirks on their faces as they eyed her. It was the same two Devils Aika had so rudely insulted a few games back, by pouring her drink on them. "There is that bitch…" One whispered.

"Low-class trash… how dare she disrespect us? Now that neither Itachi or Sairaorg are here to save her ass, we'll teach her a lesson."

It came time for Itachi and Sairaorg to pick their next fighters. Itachi had first pick, and looking amongst his servants he could see they were eager, even Harry despite having just gone a round. Itachi looked to the shortest, yet deadliest member of the Sins. "Jack, you are up next." Itachi instructed the little assassin, who quietly nodded. Vanishing in a flash, and appearing onto the arena floor.

Jack had a tattered cloak over her body with a hood. Pulling out from the inner pockets of her cloak, Jack held out two daggers. "I will slash their throats for mommy…"

Damian groaned a little, looking to Itachi. "Why Jack and not me?" Damian lightly pouted, wanting to fight.

"I am just picking my battles. Jack's ability makes her a difficult foe for anyone in Sairaorg's peerage. Besides, I know who Sairaorg will pick now…" Itachi revealed which had Damian raise his brow. How could Itachi know Sairaorg's next move. Especially seeing as the Bael heir seemed to be in deep thought on who to pick next.

"Sir, let me go… I will show them for taking on Gandoma that lightly!" Ladora snarled like a beast, actual fiery smoke emerging from mouth.

"Nay, I will fight." The clanking armory boots of Sairaorg's Knight stepped up to the plate. Beluga Furcas looked down on the little assassin from where he stood. "I will fight this round, no matter what… For my dearest sister Bafeel." Beluga declared, his sister Bafeel the knight of Seekvaria who had lost to Jack during Itachi's game against Seekvaria.

Sairaorg smirked at his loyal knight, and nodded in approval. "A knight for a knight. I like it. Go forth Beluga, fight for me and your darling sister with your manly spirit!"

"Yes sir!" Beluga saluted before leaping down to the arena. Landing on his knee in a thud, as his armor rattled. Beluga stood up on his feet as he faced the tiny assassin, Jack. "Cobra Sin of Wrath, Jack the Ripper…" Beluga pushed his dominant arm through a magical rift in space before him, and pulled out a long dark red lance. "Rue the fact that you are the one, defeated my darling sister Bafeel!" Beluga snarled as his lance pulsated with demonic power, and unleashed mighty winds and shockwaves.

"…" Jack seemed nonchalant at hearing Beluga's little monologue. Although a memory of the female knight, Bafeel briefly flashed before her mind. This only served to anger Jack a little, as she recalled Bafeel calling Jack a noble Knight. Jack had come to terms with that statement thanks to Damian's kind words, and learned a sense of self. But still, the nagging voices of the ten thousand souls in the back of her mind, kept trying to tell her otherwise. Ever since Itachi nearly died to the Hero Faction, the previous silenced voices of those ten thousand aborted souls had been acting up in Jack's head more often. What is more, Beluga seemed like an even more troublesome overbearing person than Bafeel was. Which only angered Jack even more.

"Here I come…" Beluga announced, leaving Jack on guard. Would Beluga's first strike be like Bafeel's was? Swift strikes with the blade up nice and close? Nay. Beluga leapt up into the air, and lifted up his demonic lance that expanded in size. Beluga's attack wasn't as fast as Bafeel's was, but instead it was a power hammer strike meant to kill.

"Rebellion: Gloves of the Queen!" Shoving her tiny hands into two portals, Jack pulled them back out adorned with a pair of gloves. Reaching to counter, and redirect the sheer power of Beluga's strike back at him, as she had done to Bafeel in their battle. Beluga however, counted on this.

"You think I would fall for the same trick my sister even overcame the second time facing it? I have already witnessed this ability of yours and know it's weakness!" Slamming the tip of his lance onto her hands, Beluga firmly landed in place, holding onto the lance as he pulled it backwards. "I am of the proud house Furcas… Knight of the mighty Sairaorg Bael…." Beluga took in a deep breath of air, and released it all in a war cry. "Beluga Furcas! Now fall! And be crushed by my sister's move!" Combining the force of a downwards swing, and pulling the lance back, as well as adding his full body weight Beluga himself was launched up into the air as his lance fell crashing down onto Jack.

The arena exploded, and gained a cobweb of cracks as Beluga smashed Jack into the concrete. Exhaling as he landed onto his feet, Beluga looked back at Jack. "Hmm, perhaps my sister was wrong about you-" As Beluga was about to finish his sentence, blood erupted from his mouth. "Harck!" Beluga coughed as Jack appeared latched onto his back with her dagger stabbed into his back.

"I will not… fall for the same trick twice either. Don't try and play the cool older brother trying to defeat me with the same moves your sister used. Especially when she was the one who lost against me. How arrogant for a knight." Jack kicked Beluga in the back of the head, sending him crashing to his knees.

"Heh, magnificent…" Beluga smirked as the dagger lodged into his back, suddenly popped flying out of him as Beluga unleashed his aura. "As expected, of one Bafeel herself acknowledged as a superior warrior!" Beluga smiled at Jack, the same smile his sister had given him during their match.

"Overbearing and troublesome knight…" Jack clicked her teeth at being reminded of Bafeel.

The said sister sat groaning with her face tucked behind her hands, her ears red from embarrassment. Bafeel groaned next to her master Seekvaria who lightly chuckled at Bafeel's predicament. "Older brother, must you be so embarrassing…" Bafeel groaned, while Beluga looked to the screen. His eyes glistening with pride as he looked at his sister.

'Are you watching Bafeel? Your onii-chan shall avenge your loss!' Completely unaware of his sister's embarrassment. Seemed Beluga was too extreme even for the likes of his sister at times. Beluga had a proud smile on his face, puffing out air from his nonsterols as he readied himself with his lance. The red lance pulsated something awful, emitting a strange red glow. "As two fellow Knights! Let us dual to our hearts content! Cobra Sin of Wrath, Jack the Ripper!"

"…" Jack was at a loss for words, and had a cold sweat drip down from her forehead. "Weirdo." Jack casually mumbled underneath her breath. A black foggy mist started forming around them, with Jack at the center of it.

"Ho? One of your concealment skills I see…" Beluga however had studied up on the former assassin for this battle. And was well aware of what this skill as designed for.

"Murder on a Misty Night." Jack's voice echoed from all corners of the arena once the mist obscured her position from Beluga's eyes. Jack's green eyes turned blood red, as she lurked around the mist.

"Quite a skill indeed. Concealing your presence not just from my eyes… but also disrupt my hearing by making it sound like you are at every corner. And this black foggy mist… even carries a musky scent to prevent me from smelling you as well. A prime skill for assassination, blocking out all your targets' senses of your location." Beluga continued to praise Jack's technique, remaining on guard to ensure he wouldn't get caught by surprise. Out from the mist, two scalpels came flying towards Beluga. "However…" Beluga held off the scalpels with the aura emitting from his lance. The lance itself began emitting a red fog to counter Jack's black fog, the light emitting from the lance shining off Jack's body revealing her within the mist. "I came prepared for such a technique!" Swinging the lance around, it was like a giant wind turbine blew through the arena and blew away the surrounding mist.

Jack stood there with a shocked expression on her face, locking eyes with Beluga who smirked at seeing the look on her face. "Caught you!" Beluga rushed forward at super speed, his red demonic lance unleashing a red spiraling energy around it as he rushed towards Jack.

"Tch!" Jack clicked her tongue, a frown spread across her face. Feeling Beluga was taking her too lightly with such a direct approach. Even though Jack had to admit, she hadn't expected anyone to have a counter for her mist. "Rebellion Field!" A dark ominous bubble formed itself around Jack, ready to take on Beluga's attack. Once he would be in range. The bubble would pulsate out its energy and take effect on Beluga's weapon whilst strengthening Jack's own.

Jack held her daggers ready, and Beluga however smiled. "Don't underestimate my might! Jack the Ripper!" Beluga declared as suddenly his body duplicated into the dozens of identical copies with the same red energy powered lance. Jack flinched as they charged from every corner. "I must thank the Fallen Angel Governor, for explaining the workings of your Balance Breaker after your match with Bafeel! The weakness of your Balance Breaker is, so long as your opponent can overwhelm you with their own demonic power, or their sheer spirit! They can break through your field! Just in preparation for this battle, I attained this special made lance to increase my own attack power to overcome your Rebellion Field!"

Azazel from where he was sitting, shrunk into his seat feeling the glares from Itachi and his group through the screen. "Aww, shit…" Azazel mumbled. He had only done the proper role of a teacher and explain the Rebellion Field to his curious students at the time. He had completely ignored that Beluga sat with them that day.

The dozens of red spiraling energy made lances clashed into Jack's Rebellion Field, causing a massive explosion. Flying out of the smoke, was Jack as she rolled across the ground. Hissing in pain as her body was covered in small bruises and burns, a cut on her left shoulder that made her entire arm feel numb.

Beluga had not come out unscratched himself however, his armor was dented from the explosion and blood trickled down over his face from a cut on his forehead. "Not the perfect counter… but still effective!" All his duplicates had vanished as a result of the explosion, yet Beluga stood proud. "As a Knight of Sairaorg-sama! And as Bafeel's elder brother! I shall not lose!" Beluga declared passionately, his will to not lose before his master and younger sister keeping him going.

Jack panted, trying to catch her breath. Her eyes glancing up at Itachi and her other comrades. Damian looking worried for her like always, and Itachi showing great confidence in her. "Well… you are going to have to lose." Jack declared as she picked herself up, blood dripping down over her numb arm. Taking one of her belts, Jack tightened it around her left arm. Wielding one dagger in her right hand, and the other in her mouth. "Because I will not lose with mommy and my friends watching!" Jack declared through gritted teeth as she held onto her dagger.

"Mm! A wonderous fighting spirit!" Beluga smiled, as he tapped his foot onto the floor, forming a magic circle. "Altobrau!" Out from the magic circle, emerged out a pale horse adorned with armor itself. Beluga leapt onto the pale horse, pulling out a regular second lance from its mane. "I shall face your resolve with all my might!" Beluga declared, as suddenly he and his horse Altobrau began to duplicate themselves. "Here I come!" Beluga announced, as the red demonic lances wielded by him and his duplicates charged up the same energy as before.

Jack looking around, could tell she was once again completely surrounded. And she didn't have much of a counter to this ability. "Rebellion Field!" Once again, Jack resulted into using her Rebellion Field.

"No! Jack, that won't work!" Damian shouted a warning down at the former assassin.

"We just established; I have learnt to counter your Balance Breaker!" Beluga as well advised against this tactic, or at least berated Jack for using the same move twice after it failed the first time.

"Counter, eh? You fool…" Jack smirked as the field around her began to grow and expand. "… you don't get to determine my limits." Jack declared as the Rebellion Field grew into a giant dome of energy that covered the entire arena. "London Bridge is falling down~ Falling down~ Falling down~ London Bridge is falling down~ My fair lady~" Ghostly chants of what sounded as ten thousand children echoed out from Jack's voice. Her eyes blood red, as the dark mist began cloaking her entire being.

Raven gasped at seeing this state of Jack. "This is just like… against the Hero Faction." Raven and many others of the Sins recalled seeing Jack like this, after Itachi nearly died.

Ghostly shadow apparitions surrounded Jack, and pale ghastly tiny hands reached out from the shadows and embraced Jack's being. Beluga had for a moment hesitated on his advance, as he felt genuine sick at seeing such a wretched abomination of power. Eyeless faces of children crying tears of blood, slowly emerged from the shadowy dark mist around Jack. Wailing, crying in Jack's ears. Filling her with bloodlust and killing intent. "Rebellion Field: Vengeful Souls." Jack unleashed such a dark and vibrant power, that the very fabric of reality within this Rating Game Dimension began to change.

The field expanded, and pushed itself into Beluga and his advancing duplicates, pushing them all backwards. The sound of the chanting spirits of children and a sense of dread filled the air. Beluga cried out in pain, as his armor itself began to actually rust, and was being blown apart as the damage effect Jack was supposed to suffer from his attack, was flipped upside down, and Beluga took the full blunt force of his own attack.

The ring itself got devoured by the explosion that followed, leaving a giant spherical field of black mist in place. Itachi, the Sins and Sairaorg and his peerage all equally stared in awe at the sheer power of Jack's Sacred Gear. Powerful surges of wind blew across the sunken remains of the arena, showing Jack standing there out of breath.

Blood trickled down from Jack's nostrils, seems that last attack carried its own risks. She was still surrounded by the black mist with the ghostly child apparitions around her. Then there was Beluga, blood leaked out from the cervices of his armor. And his horse as well, was a little injured yet like its master it endured. As in the last minute, Beluga had cloaked himself and his horse with the fiery aura of Touki. "What a terrifying attack… My weapon couldn't even overwhelm its power." Beluga panted trying to catch his breath. "Although… it seems you don't have any more in the tank for another one like that." Beluga commented as Jack seemed beyond exhausted.

Indeed, Beluga was right, Jack couldn't manage another attack like that without injuring herself beyond the point of repair. The ghostly children continued to fuel Jack's hatred and killing intent. Trying to guide her how to best kill Beluga. "Once more~ Destroy~ Kill~" They urged Jack to use Rebellion Field again, but Jack knew she couldn't. Not like she had just done anyway. 'What to do?'

Jack thought back on a conversation between her and Damian during training. "Hey, perv… how come you are able to make your strings that powerful? They are just threads that even I normally can cut. And yet when you fight, they don't break. Why?"

"Hmm? Well, I just swirl it all around together, to create a stronger and more durable weapon. I just, get creative, I guess. I can pretty much weave any kind of weapon into existence." Damian demonstrated as he created, swords, spears, lances, Morningstar, and shields. "They key is to be creative with what you have."

Remembering the words of her comrade, Jack smiled. "Creative… I see. I think I can manage now. And not kill him in the process…" At saying this, the child apparitions began to cry and wail in her ear. "No! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Jack stood up straight, took in a deep breath, before letting it all out in an exhale as she shouted with a maddening grin on her face. "You don't think I can do that again?! Well, bring it on stinky knight! I will make the destruction bigger next time! I've already told you! Don't assume you get to decide my limit you troublesome knight! If you bring those duplicates of yours again, boom fucker! I will blow you out of this fucking dimension!" Jack flipped Beluga off and let out a maddening crazed sounding cackle.

"Hmm, I see. Guess I shouldn't assume anything before it is all over. Indeed…" Beluga hummed and gave a nod. Truth be told, he didn't have enough in him either to create anymore duplicates. At least not enough to overwhelm Jack's Rebellion Field. "Guess I should rush in at full speed!" Beluga resulted in using his speed next, his horse running so fast it looked like it was practically teleporting from place to place as it bounced around the remains of the arena.

Sheeting her blades, Jack held her right hand out as she breathed out some a spherical dark bubble into the palm of her hand. "Rebellion Field: Surgical Strike!" Tightening her tiny weak hand into a fist as it was surrounded by the Rebellion Field bubble. Jack's eyes tracked the movements of Beluga and his horse Altobrau. Seeing signs of red aura from Beluga's demonic lance.

Making a one-eighty turn, Jack threw her tiny spherical bubble fist in an upper cut punch into Altobrau. The horse whines, as its ribcage was shattered and it was sent flying. Beluga was thrown off his saddle, however as he was being thrown, he thrusted his lance forward at Jack. The bubble around Jack's hand faded, and a sharp pain was felt in her wrist. Followed by a piercing pain to her left shoulder.

In the stadium, Azazel hummed with intrigue. "Interesting~" Azazel chuckled as he studied Jack carefully.

"What just happened, sensei?" Issei whispered to the Governor.

"That Jack… she keeps improving the longer this fight goes on. Seems she found a new way to use her Balance Breaker. One, the destructive expansion she did earlier. And two, by condensing the field into smaller bubbles. The condensed state, is not as durable as the original, but it still carries a great deal of power. In a sense, one could say Jack used the tiny bubble to boost her own power like you do, Issei. Only on top of increasing the power of her own punch, Jack also weakened the point of impact which was Beluga's horse." Besides Issei, hardly anyone was listening as they were all mostly too busy gasping at the ghastly sight on the screen.

Jack's limb left arm fell in a thud on the floor next to Jack. Jack held her bleeding stump, and grunted as she fell to her knees. In the last second as he was getting thrown, Beluga had used his lance to tear Jack's left arm off. Beluga's horse vanished from the battlefield, having been taken out of commission. Yet Beluga was still standing.

"A valiant effort, Cobra Sin of Wrath, Jack the Ripper. But this is the end." His regular lance having broken apart, Beluga only had his red demonic lance left.

Jack panted, feeling the deceased spirits of the children that made up her own soul whispering to her. Fueling her with power, hatred and trying to guide Jack to kill her opponent. Jack flinched, as she thought back on Damian's words after her battle with Bafeel. "Face it, Jack, you haven't been an assassin since the day Captain Itachi took you in." Shakingly Jack took out a long sword, and used it as a cane to push herself back up. As Itachi's words from their first meeting echoed next. "I can grant you the warmth… I promise to give you warmth. Just stop this madness and end your quest for vengeance, become a member of my peerage." And finally, Jack remembered the words of Beluga's own sister Bafeel that stuck with her. "You are a true noble warrior!"

Beluga looked shocked as Jack was able to stand, even as she continued to lose blood. "Itachi… gave us warmth. Damian, gave us a sense of self. And you… and your troublesome sister Bafeel… Seems to have made me into quite the troublesome stubborn person as well!" Jack grins at her opponent, her words making Beluga and her share a grin as they prepare to go in for a final attack.

"Beautiful… such a beautiful fighting spirit. So strong." Beluga smiled brightly as he sprang forward at Jack. In a similar fashion to Jack and Bafeel's final attack in their battle. Jack stood at the ready to counter. However, Beluga unlike his sister who had thrusted her lance forward, brought his lance down in a mighty power strike infused with his Touki aura. And Jack swings her blade upwards to counter.

Jack fights back, seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. As the wailing cries of the spirits in her body are deafened by the clash. Jack concentrates on her own power, thinking back on Itachi and her fellow Sins. The loss Bob and Kuroka, her friends suffered earlier, fueled her tiny body with a great will power. "I will win…! For master Itachi and my friends!" Jack declares passionately, as their weapons clash.

As they clash, Jack releases a puff of air from her lips carrying the black mist. "Murder on a Misty Night! Puffing her cheeks, as she also spits something out. Beluga seeing this mist, knew Jack was going to try and conceal her presence again. Beluga is prepared, as his lance released a mighty aura to blow back the mist.

However, as the mist is blown away, it reveals a concealed Rebellion Field bubble. Beluga gasps, as he sees the bubble travel into his red demonic lance. In an instant, Beluga could feel the power in his lance weaken. And the metal of it began to rust and weaken. "No!" Beluga gasped as Jack finally broke through the lance, and slashed through Beluga's armor like a hot knife through butter.

Blood rained out from the gash in Beluga's armor, drenching Jack's face in it. Beluga stood still for a moment, blood leaking out from his lips as he smirked. "I would expect nothing less! Noble warrior!" Resulting in using his fists, Beluga threw his arm forward, only for Jack to slash him again.

This time, Beluga's body gave in, as he fell backwards. Looking at the screen, Beluga saw the shocked look on his sister Bafeel's face amongst the audience. 'Forgive me… Bafeel. Your onii-chan could not make good on his vow.' Turning his head back to look at Jack, seeing the fierce will and determination in her eyes he conceded. 'She is just too strong.' Beluga collapsed onto his back.

Jack supported herself up using her sword as a crutch, the black mist and the ghostly apparitions finally fading away. Jack's red eyes turned green; her tiny face drenched in Beluga's blood as she lifted up her sword to the heavens. "Sairaorg Bael, one Knight, retired." Beluga's fallen body vanished away in a bright blue light. However, as it was announced, Jack collapsed onto her back as well.

"Jack!" Damian leapt down onto the damaged arena to pick up the former assassin. Only for her to begin to fade away in a blue light as well.

"Itachi Sitri, one Knight, retired. Jack is too injured to continue to fight." Grayfia announced, even though Jack had won the battle. She had been too injured during the battle to continue.

Damian shakingly held onto Jack as she faded away in a blue light. Wordlessly, Damian returned to where the others were. "We require a brief intermission to repair the damaged arena. Estimated time, ten minutes." Grayfia announced.

Damian wordlessly stood next to Itachi. Until he finally decided to speak out, with clenched fists. "Hey, Captain… I'm going next, you hear? Don't try and debate me on this."

Itachi sighed, but gave a nod of approval. "I understand."

"You sure he is the smartest choice? I mean, isn't Damian arguably the weakest amongst us?" Eto yawned as she sat down on the Knight piece statue with her legs crossed. Watching calmly as the Jack's Knight piece statue shattered next to her, as did Beluga's Knight piece statue on Sairaorg's side.

"He is not weak." Surprisingly, it was Harry that spoke up at Damian's power being brought into question.

"Didn't say he was, just stating the fact that all of us can beat him in a fight one-on-one. And Sairaorg clearly has people that rival our level and all that." Eto corrected herself, even though she might be right in that statement, it didn't matter.

"Want to test that theory?" Damain twitched his fingers, as Eto was suddenly surrounded by near invisible strings.

"Hmm? You sure about that?" Flames sparked around Eto, the flames of Loki burning through the strings around her.

"Enough." Itachi got between them, giving each of them a glare. "No in-fighting. I believe in Damian's skill and ability. His Sacred Gear makes him the worst matchup for magic types. He is skilled in various martial arts forms. And has more experience than nearly all in Sairaorg's peerage. I wouldn't have had him in my peerage if I didn't think him capable."

Damian lightly smiled, feeling touched. "Ahh, shucks captain… I love you too bro, no homo." Damian was suddenly in his unserious perverted personality, his hair let down and he was wearing his "Oppai" t-shirt and his red double-D hat.

"And he also has an alternate personality that significantly makes him weaker." Eto remarked her final complaint of Damian.

"And you, are a nice and plump sexy lady. Too bad you nuttier than a squirrel for nuts. I don't stick my dick in crazy." Damian's remark actually had Eto twitch her eyes a bit.

"Bring that thing near me… and I will bite it off." Eto felt insulted that Damian even insinuated he had a chance to bed her at all.

"Whatever you say bitch. I'm going to prepare for my round. Gotta win this for my brother from another mother, Bob… My gal pal Kuroka. And little adorable Jack." Damian sat himself down onto one of his Pawn statues. He removed his hat, and was suddenly dressed in his elegant butler-like outfit. He slicked his hair backwards, getting into his serious mode as he simply waited for the arena to finish rebuilding.

The audience themselves, sat mostly and waited while some used the chance for a bathroom break. Aika and Asia just finished up in the little girls' room, discussing the game so far. "I feel bad for Bob-san… Having to face someone like Sairaorg Bael right away." Asia pouted. She had not forgotten the lazy sleeping Grizzly Sin that saved her all those months ago from the Fallen Angels.

"Ho, does Hyoudou got some competition after all?" Aika smirked as she lightly teased Asia.

"N-No, it's nothing like that. Bob-san is just a kindhearted friend! B-Besides… Issei-san is still-" Asia having gotten a bit heated up, quickly stopped herself from saying anything more embarrassing. As she was about to say how she found Issei to be handsomer, or cooler.

Aika snorted out a giggle. "Relax, I know. Besides, Bob seems more likely to attract types of women like Rossweisse-sensei. Hyoudou's boyish charms seems more like your thing to fancy~"

"Hehe, you think so?" Asia sheepishly asked, her face growing hotter as they talked more about Issei.

"Yeah… He's not that bad of a guy after all either." Aika mumbled out the last part with some interest in her eye. Recalling how Issei was the one who pulled her out of that exploding warehouse during the Diodora incident.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" The boasting confident voice of a man came from behind them. Aika and Asia both turned around in a fright, to see two male devils standing behind them with malicious grins on their faces. "If it isn't the little bitch who poured her drink on us?" The Devil chuckled as he grabbed violently onto Aika's wrist, and pinned her against the wall.

"Kiryuu-san!" Asia in panic tried to take action, although quickly found herself in a similar position. As the other Devil pushed her against the wall.

"And look here, she's got a cute little blond friend~" The second Devil tauntingly grabbed onto Asia's face making her pucker her lips. "She looks so sweet too~"

"Don't you touch her!" Aika shrieked in anger, trying to wrestle her way out by kicking the devil holding her restrained. Although, her kicks had no effect.

"Oi, what's this? Heh, dude this is fricking hilarious, she's even weaker than a fucking kid. Her kicks feel like insect bites." The Devil pinning Aika down chuckled. "I've been kicked harder by my toddler brother."

"Wait, is she even a Devil? Cause this blond bitch smells like a reincarnated Devil at least." The second devil said as he sniffed Asia's blond hair, making her flinch. "Mm, you smell good girly~" Asia frightfully whimpered a little in this man's grip, trying to call out for Issei, but her cries came out muffled.

"Bastard! Eat shit and die!" Aika snarled at the Devil holding her back. By regular means he would be described as a pretty boy, his tan colored skin and emerald green eyes made him a good looker. Too bad his personality was shit. Aika spat in the Devil's face as he leaned in to smell her.

"Little bitch!" He placed his second hand onto her throat. "And no, she doesn't smell like a Devil or a reincarnated one. She certainly doesn't smell holy, or fallen. Don't tell me… You just human~" Upon hearing this pretty boy Devil's claim, the other looked shocked. And then they both adopted this malicious smirk on their faces. "Perfect, means no one even owns her~"

"Why would Itachi Sitri and Sairaorg Bael even protect her ass?" The other chuckled.

"Who knows… She ain't even that much to look at." The pretty boy Devil snickered as he dragged his finger down Aika's cheek. "But I guess she does look cute with that mean look in her eye. Maybe she will make a nice household pet for us to break in~" Aika's glares suddenly vanished, as she flinched feeling this Devil grope her chest. "Not much to grab onto, but still, plenty of fun~"

"Haha, look how much she is trembling~" Aika was actually trembling, her face drained of any courage or bravery. As the Devil lifted up her skirt, she wanted to scream.

A scream came alright, as blazing hot fire burnt the two Devils causing them to recoil backwards and letting go of Aika and Asia. "Seize this unsightly disgusting behavior at once." A booming voice commanded, the frightened Aika and Asia shakingly looked up to gaze upon a noble man. Dressed in proper noble clothing, carrying the mark of the Pheonix bird. A man with slicked back blond hair, and bright blue eyes that burnt with a righteous fury. The oldest of the Phenex Siblings, Ruval Phenex.

The two Devils instantly recognized Ruval, and cowered in fear. As the young Ravel Phenex moved out from behind her brother's shadow to tend to the girls. "You two okay?" Ravel carefully approached Asia and Aika. Asia gave a thankful nod, a bit teary eyed as well. But unlike Aika, she was taking this relatively well.

"N-No way… Ruval Phenex, one of the top 10 players in the Rating Games… Why are all these High-Class Devils saving that bitch?" The pretty boy Devil cowered before the righteous flames of Ruval.

"Hmph! That is Ultimate-Class Devil to you!" Ravel scolded the two for wrongfully addressing her brother. They both flinch, yet turned to face Ruval once more, still trembling in fear.

"S-Sorry Lord Phenex… B-But that woman, she's human you know! What's the big deal?!" Aika trembled, recalling Azazel's initial warning about them being careful as to not reveal themselves as humans. Now she understood why, these two Devil pricks thought that because she was human, they could do whatever they wanted to her and get away with it.

Ruval instead of accepting their claim however, burnt with powerful blue flames of rage. "So, what if she is human? If she is here, she was invited." Ruval talked down to the two Mid-Class ranked Devils as they trembled before him.

"B-But she disrespected us! She needs to be taught a lesson! She needs to be punished!" The pretty boy Devil tried to defend his case.

Ruval cast a quick glance at the frightened trembling Aika. "I would say you've already done too much." Ruval snarled a bit as he turned back to face the two Devils. "It is such a pity, that Devils like you still exist in our society. Even though, you do not descend from a mighty household. You think yourself entitled to bully the weak." Ruval with a look of rage in his eye, raised his hand up as he generated a storm of blue fire. "If we follow your philosophy… then I am entitled to burn you both to a crisp if I so desired."

Upon hearing Ruval's threat, the two Devils immediately began to grovel and begging for forgiveness. Aika thinks she even saw one of them piss themselves in fear, as they both scurried off like cockroaches. As they scurried away however, the foot of Xenovia and Issei stood in their way. They had both arrived to see just the aftermath, and understood the situation. With righteous anger, Issei and Xenovia clobbered the two Devils to the ground. Leaving their faces bloodied and swollen, and with a few broken bones.

"Asia!" Issei and Xenovia quickly went to their comrades' sides. "Azazel-sensei thought you were taking too long… He got worried and we decided to go and check on you. Did those bastards hurt you two?" Issei showed equal concern for both Asia and Aika.

"Y-Yes… it was scary. But Ravel-san here and her brother thankfully was around to interfere…" Asia hugged Issei tightly, still a bit shaken up, but relatively she was fine.

Aika was in awe. How was Asia able to brush past this so quickly? Aika had just frozen in fear as she realized she couldn't do anything. Asia continued to resist. 'Asia… She's so much stronger than me…' Aika thought. She was still worried about Asia living this Devil life, but seeing her handle such a situation way better than her. Made Aika realize that Asia was more cut out for this life, than she was.

"Hey, take a few deep breaths… You are safe." Ruval kindly smiled at the shaken up Aika. Aika had to admit, Ruval was also quite the pretty boy. But he radiated such kindness, and righteousness like a true Prince from a fairy tale.

"Umm, thanks, uh… Lord Phenex?" Issei of course never having met Ruval until now, was a bit nervous on how to address him.

"Ruval is just fine." The oldest Phenex sibling lightheartedly chuckled.

"Ruval-sama, thank you for saving our classmates." Xenovia politely bowed her head to Ruval.

"Ah, please no need. If I hadn't been here, you two would still have arrived in time to stop those two, I am sure." Ruval was so unlike Raiser, he humbly turned down their praise of him. Not displaying any hint of arrogance.

"Here. Take my hand." Ravel kindly extended her hand to the shaken up Aika, who accepted and was pulled up by the youngest Phenex.

"Thank you… both of you." The shaken up Aika showed her gratitude, holding back her tears as she thanked the two Phenex siblings. Even though everyone here were Devils, Aika now saw their society in a whole other light. The Devil society was a lot like human society. There were always assholes, corrupt scumbags that though might makes right. But then there were just people like Itachi, Rias, Sona, Sairaorg, and Ruval and Ravel. Genuinely kindhearted people. Perhaps Devil society wasn't that dangerous and constantly under world ending threats as Aika had initially imagined. If Asia had so many kindhearted people around her.

With that, Issei and Xenovia guided Asia and Aika back to their seats. Parting ways with Ruval and Ravel Phenex who went to join their family to spectate the game. Now that the arena had been restored after that brief intermission.

"Now that the arena has been repaired! We can recommence with the Rating Game! Both players have made their selection of fighters!" On Itachi's end, leapt down the former bounty hunter, the Raccoon Sin of Greed, Damian. His eyes steeled on the price of victory, tightening his fingerless gloves as the strings on his fingertip danced in the wind.

And on Sairaorg's end, he sent down his second Rook. The lanky looking Ladora. The man snarled like a feral beast as glared at Damian. His lips twitching up into a smirk. "Finally, it is my turn… I've been itching to fight. I will show you and your master, why master Sairaorg is the true mightiest Devil of his generation."

"Don't really care. You can call yourself the greatest all you want. More importantly… You don't seem to have anything valuable on you… well, other than that old fashioned armor. Maybe I should just strip you off that armor and sell it?" Damian hummed, which only enraged Ladora. "Heh, nah… I'm not so cruel as to expose everyone's eyes to your lanky ass body~" Damian lightheartedly chuckled, then his lighthearted nature turned serious. His icy cold eyes glaring at Ladora. "I will just settle to win this whole thing for Bob, Kuroka, Jack's… and of course for the sake of our captain Itachi."

"Heh, can't say I dislike your confidence… But that confidence won't beat me. In fact, I doubt you will even be able to scratch me." Ladora's teeth barred themselves into fangs, his eyes turning yellow and looking animalistic.

"Well, I on the other hand, can say I dislike that arrogance of yours. Seriously, we get that enough from old man Harry." Damian dragged his right leg back, taking a gigantic leap Damian flew towards Ladora. Damian saw that Ladora was attempting some form of transformation, his lanky body beginning to bulge up. Without a word, Damian weaved his strings together into creating a giant metallic spear. Thrusting his spear forward, Damian pierced it into Ladora's right shoulder.

However, Damian's eyes widened a bit, as he noticed his spear hadn't even breached past Ladora's skin. No, not skin, scales. Ladora's body grew blackened with dragon like scales, as his body also emitted a golden aura of power. Ladora chuckled. His sharp teeth twisted up into a grin. "I am Ladora Bunè, of the Bunè household… We may be extinct, but my kind were known as Dragon tamers. Like most in Sairaorg's peerage, we are all shunned by Devil society for one reason or the other. Half breeds, Extra demons, and in my case… just for being from an Extinct Pillar household. As if my name no longer carries any power… I will demonstrate the forgotten power of my household to all today. And show why I am not to be shunned!" Ladora's body began growing in size, and Damian found himself quickly pushed back.

Damian looked up with wide eyes, seeing Ladora turn himself into a black scaled western styled Dragon. Ladora rivaled Tannin in size, he stood towering over Damian and raised his head to let out a ferocious roar. "Now worm, prepared to be crushed!" Ladora violently slammed his dragon claw down onto Damian, who barely had time to leap away. Despite his massive size, Ladora hadn't lost any speed.

"Damn, this might be tougher than I expected…" Damian with a snap of his fingers latched his strings onto the arena floor. "But don't count me out just yet!" With a heave of his arms, Damian ripped open the concreate ground and chucked various pieces of marble at Ladora. The rocks clashing into his scaly skin, serving merely to mildly irritate Ladora.

"Heh, I could smell it on you! You have no talent for magic at all!" Ladora's confidence grew, as without any magical talent, Damian couldn't possibly hope to injure him.

"Maybe not! But like I said, don't count me out just yet!" With a pull of his arms, the rocks that had clashed into Ladora had attached strings onto his body. Ladora flinched, as he actually found himself getting pulled back. "Promotion Rook!" Damian enhanced his strength, as he pulled Ladora towards him.

"Tch! Insect!" Ladora spewed out a wave of fire onto Damian. However, through years of training his body to its physical peak, and with devil physiology now to boot. Damian easily jumped over the flames, and Ladora himself. With a pull of his strings, Damian had Ladora's arms restrained and also snared the strings around Ladora's neck.

"Your body might be more durable! But even Dragons have soft spots on their bodies somewhere!" Damian continued to pull, until he had yanked Ladora crashing to the ground. Taking a leap, Damian jumped to Ladora's face, standing right in front of his yellow eyeball. "I'm sure your eye is still soft!" Damian pulled his fist back, and slammed it directly into Ladora's right eyeball.

"Argh!" Ladora roared in pain, rolling around to shake Damian off. His eye now bloodshot, Ladora stretched his wings out breaking free from Damian's strings as he took flight.

"Told you not to count me out yet, bud~" Damian had a cheeky grin on his face, forming a web out of his strings. "But hey, does that bloodshot eye count as a scratch? Or nah? Cause if not, I would be happy to try again~"

"Oh, you think you are being cute?!" Ladora roared down onto Damian.

"Bitch… I am adorable~" The webbed strings formed themselves into a giant shield on Damian's left arm, and a sword in his right hand. Ladora unleashed another fire breath attack, that clashed into Damian's newly formed shield. The sheer force of the blast, had Damian skidding back several feet, dragging up the floorboard of the arena by the heel of his feet. The flames heated up Damian's shield, and burnt his arm as he tried to hold it up.

Damian grinded his teeth, trying to make his string made shield negate Ladora's fire breath attack. The main feature of Damian's Sacred Gear, was to negate magical powered attacks. Damian's limit, he can negate up to double of Damian's sheer own power not just in magic, but his strength and spirit itself. Which is why, Damian looked panicked as his strings could not negate Ladora's fire blast. Ladora's sheer magical power was more than double of Damian's sheer power. Damian groaned as he launched back by the powerful blast of the fire.

Damian fell crashing to the ground like a meteorite, dragging up the arena floor with him. Blood pouring over a cut on his forehead, his suit mostly burnt around the arms. "Crap… not good." Damian groaned, picking himself back onto his feet. 'I can't negate his fire… And his scales are a bitch to pierce through. What to do now?' Damian raised his brow, as he looked at his strings, they were burning from the fire yet they didn't vanish. Looking around the arena, it was a field of fire as Damian's strings were visible now that they were burning. 'They don't melt, huh?' Looking at his own hand, Damian saw the fire reach his fingertips, yet it did not hurt him. Damian's strings, had become infused with Ladora's fire. Damian's lips twitched up into a smirk, as he confidently stared up at the dragon before him. "You are right, I don't have much of a talent for magic. I can use the basics, but that is about it. However, … You have a great talent for it~"

"Huh?" Ladora grunted in confusion.

"You have a great talent for magic, so I'm gonna steal it, kay~?" Damian leapt forward at Ladora, pulling his now flame infused strings and swinging them like whips into Ladora's body. The fire combined with the razor-sharp strings, actually seemed to burn through the weaker parts of Ladora's scales, like his belly and neck, leaving small cuts and slashes.

Weaving the flame infused strings into a giant lance of fire, Damian thrusted it straight into Ladora's belly. Ladora roared in pain, as Damian's attack actually pierced into his flesh. "Creative, I must admit!" Ladora groans, grabbing onto Damian's lance and using his superior Rook strength to push Damian's weapon back. Damian gasped as Ladora swung his dragon claw into him, effectively gutting Damian.

Damian gagged on his own blood, as he was launched flying. Damian's body felt hot, blood pouring out from the giant gash wound on Damian's belly. Damian desperately held onto his own guts, to prevent them from spilling out. "Too bad, this is the end for you…" Ladora stood over Damian, his giant Dragon head reeling backwards as he charged up a final breath attack to finish off Damian.

"Damian! Get up from your lazy ass and fight!" Harry shouted down onto Damian, the old man's booming voice sounding strict yet compassionate.

"Nagging old man…" Damian groaned, weaving his strings, Damian began patching himself back up. Actually, using his own strings to stitch up his own organs to keep him going in the game.

Ladora was surprised by this tenacity Damian showed, he actually just straight up stitched up his own wounds. Not wasting a second, Ladora unleashed his breath attack onto Damian. "Shit!" Damian cursed as he quickly formed a giant web of his strings to catch the fire as he finished stitching himself up.

"You are tenacious! But I will not allow this to continue any further!" Ladora slammed his claw onto the net, trying to slash it up with his claws. As Ladora slashed open Damian's defenses, his flames advanced onto the downed Damian. However, the tenacious Raccoon Sin of Greed would not fall. Using his strings, to yank himself up into the air Damian launched himself high over Ladora's Dragon form.

"Sloppy… but it will have to do…" Damian grunted, showing his stitched-up stomach.

"You actually went that far…" Ladora sounded amazed, as he let out a deep booming chuckle. "Your name was Damian, was it? From one warrior to another, you have my respect!" Ladora took flight after Damian, opening his massive jaw, giving Damian a full view of the charging flames in the back of Ladora's throat.

"Promotion Knight, String Form!" Encasing his own body in an armor of strings tightly wrapped around. Damian leapt at super speed and zoomed past Ladora head, leaving a series of cuts as he moved down the Dragon's belly. Blood leaked out from Damian's mouth, despite having stitched-up his inner organs, he had still taken quite the damage back there. 'My stamina suffered a huge blow back there! I need to end this fight quickly!'

Ladora acts quickly, and swats his tail into Damian. The sheer force of Ladora's tail swing could tear down entire mountains, yet Damian with his string made body armor was able to endure so much more. The strings absorbing the blunt force of Ladora's attacks, as the power of the attack vibrates through the strings to prevent harm from coming to Damian's body. And most of all, it allows Damian to redirect that power. Jumping onto Ladora's tail, Damian sprinted up with his knight speed, and quickly got in Ladora's face. "Promotion Rook!" Adding to the power, Damian threw a heavy punch into the Dragon's face. The vibrating shockwaves tearing off several scales from Ladora's head.

Ladora seeming not to have picked up on that feature of Damian's armor, as he continued with a heavy slam of his claw onto Damian's body. Once again, the strings absorbing the blunt force of the blow, sending it vibrating through it, as Damian dealt a sucker punch blow to Ladora's jaw cracking a few teeth. And again, Ladora bawled his claw into a fist and smacked Damian upside the head. The force of this blow however, the full weight of Ladora's fist sent Damian crashing to the ground bellow. Still, the strings absorbed majority of the blunt force of the attack. However, Damian's armor still held the main feature rule of his strings. He could only handle blows roughly twice of Damian's own full power. And Ladora at full power, could probably destroy an entire city or a small country. Damian leapt out from underneath, and slammed his fist into Ladora's gut making the Dragon lean forward and gasping for air.

Damian leapt back, not ready to take on another onslaught of attacks. Even though this armor prevented Damian from taking on a great deal of damage. It of course, had its drawbacks. Damian could take the force of the punches, but the sheer weight was nearly enough to break his bones. 'But now I seem to have confirmed to be able to take quite the hits from him… I need to charge a great deal more power to take him down though. His sheer strength alone is nearly more than double of my sheer full power.'

Ladora seeing Damian having gained some distance, went for a long-ranged fire breath attack. Damian rushed forward, the flames clashing into his armor catching it ablaze. Damian jumped out from the fire; his string made armor burning hot red from the heat. As he got close to Ladora, Ladora dealt a fire claw slash attack at Damian's armor. Damian grunted as the claws managed to cut a little through his armor and lightly scratch his body.

"You have spirit and more strength than I expected! Damian! But before my crushing might it is nothing! I shall pull my punches no more!" Ladora's declaration had Damian groan in frustration, Ladora wasn't using his full strength in those hits earlier.

Ladora threw a heavy punch into Damian's body, sending him flying into the air. "One…" Damian grunted. The sheer weight of the punch nearly broke the bones in his arms. Ladora followed up, flying after Damian and flipping his giant Dragon body to smash his tail into Damian. Damian was smacked down to the ground hard, yet his armor sustained. The vibrations of the power it consumed coming off in shockwaves as it tore the ground a bit. "Two…"

Ladora dealt another hit, yet Damian only counted. "Three…!" And another. "Four!". And another. "Five!" Another! "Six!" Another! "Seven!" Another! "Eight!" Another! "Nine!" Each hit from Ladora sent such powerful shockwaves that the newly rebuilt arena was nearly falling apart once again.

"Now perish!" Ladora threw yet another heavy haymaker punch to Damian, smacking him crashing like a meteorite to the ground.

"Hahaha! And that was ten baby!" Damian cackled like a madman, causing Ladora to sweat drop a little. Looking with bewildered eyes, the dragon just blinked.

"D-Did I maybe hit him too hard?" Ladora couldn't help but wonder if Damian had suffered some form of brain damage from those hits. "Guess I will end this!" Throwing his head back, Ladora unleashed his strongest breath attack down onto Damian. The sheer power of the fire breath attack, rivaling that of a meteorite strike.

Damian stood up just in time, to take on the full blunt force of the breath attack. The flames raining down onto him, yet Damian's knee didn't even budge. The power of the fire blast nearly rocked him to his core, yet he stood standing. "Touki…" Damian smirked, his body encasing itself in a white flaming aura that had Ladora gasp.

"Y-You know how to use Touki?!" Ladora's question was met with the stiffened laughter of Damian.

"Don't think… you guys are the only ones who can pick this technique up from just watching your boss practice it. We have a Senjutsu expert on our team, and she taught Itachi, and your boss Sairaorg how to perfect it!" Damian declared, as Kuroka had been the one to teach both Itachi and Sairaorg more about how Senjutsu worked. And this was what enabled Sairaorg to teach this technique to his own peerage as well. "Promotion Queen!" Damian stepped out from the fire. His string made armor engulfed in its mighty flames.

A series of fiery strings fly towards Ladora, wrapping themselves around his limbs, wing and neck keeping him stuck in place. "Now… I will finish this!" Damian pulls his fist back, where the strings had swollen up around his arm signifying the amount of power he absorbed from taking that 10 combo hits from Ladora. The end of his fist took the shape of a drill, as the surging flame from Ladora's absorbed breath attack swirl around it.

"D-Don't tell me! You absorbed the force of each of my attacks?!" Ladora seemed to have finally caught on, every time Ladora had hit him, Damian had absorbed the force of the blow. And now, having taken 10 full powered hits from Ladora. Damian has unleashed all the collected power in a burst of power that pierced the air around them. "T-Touki!" Quickly Ladora tries to use a last minute Touki power up to enhance his defenses. But to his surprise, Damian's strings negated the fiery aura around his Dragon body. With his own Touki, and the 10 times collected amount of power from Ladora, Damian's full power was strong enough to negate the power of Ladora.

Damian jumps at Ladora, who is unable to move due to the strings keeping him still. Reeling his fist back, the spear tip formed around his fist is caught ablaze and glows bright red from the collected burst of power. "Reverse Flow Explosion! Spear Edition!" Damian slams his fist into Ladora's gut, the spear head formed on his fist, piercing through the Dragon scales with ease. As Damian shoots out like bullet from Ladora's back, having gone clean through his stomach.

"S-Such tenacious fighting spirit…" Ladora gasps as he collapses to the ground. Damian still in the air, falls onto Ladora's head.

Taking a couple of deep breaths, Damian sits on Ladora's head. Reaching into his pocket, Damian pulls out a Cuban cigar and a lighter. As he puts the cigar in his mouth, he tries to light the lighter only for sparks to come out. "Damn… no fluid." Damian groans, but a solution presents itself. Looking down at Ladora's open gaping dragon mouth. Damian slams his fist into Ladora's neck, causing a puff of fire to emerge from his mouth. Placing his cigar against the fire, it lights up.

"Heh, I've outdone myself this time…" Damian takes a drag of his cigar, and puffs out the smoke as Ladora's body vanishes in a blue bright light.

"Sairaorg Bael, Rook retired." As it was announced, Damian looked up at his friends and gave a thumbs up. His sore gut was screaming in pain, he needed to rest for a moment.

The giant Rook piece statue on Sairaorg's side, crumbled as Ladora vanished. The blond-haired knight of Sairaorg, Liban looked in disbelief. "Ladora, lost?"

"That arrogant fool, had he used his Touki early on this wouldn't have happened." The light green haired mage, Misteeta groaned at his comrade's failure.

"Probably…" Sairaorg acknowledged, by all means at the start of the fight Ladora had the power advantage. But as time went on, Damian continued to take more power for himself and turned the tables on Ladora. "But, no use in dwelling on what could have been. Yosh! Liban, I have decided you shall go next!" Sairaorg announced, and his knight bowed his head upon receiving his command.

"As you wish, Sairaorg-sama." Vanishing in a flash, Liban appeared standing on the arena awaiting his opponent.

Itachi eyed Sairaorg's next choice, and seemed to have immediately found a good enough counter to Sairaorg's Knight. "Eto… you will be going next." Looking to his last remaining Knight, the half Ghoul only smirked as she jumped down onto the arena.

"Do treat me kindly~" Eto greeted in an almost childlike tone as she faces down her opponent.

"A half Ghoul, huh?" Liban with a stoic face, pulled his sword up and went on guard. "The first ever Ghoul… half or otherwise, to be reincarnated into a Devil."

"My, I should hope so~" Eto teasingly giggled, though the trained eye could tell rage was slowly bubbling up within her. "After all, I am a one of a kind~" Without any word of warning, Eto surrounded her body within her Kakuja. Standing towering over Liban as a monstrous one-eyed Owl.

"Owl Sin of Envy, Eto Yoshimura. Sairaorg-sama had us study all of Itachi Sitri's peerage members. You are the one enigma we could not figure out… Why? Why would someone Sairaorg-sama respect so much, take in a vile, psychopathic lunatic like you as a part of his peerage?" At the question, Eto merely giggled within her Kakuja.

Speaking in a distorted voice of a monster and a girl, Eto laughed in his face. "Who knows? The mind boggles, doesn't it? Questions like 'why' Is something all living things eventually find themselves asking. Be it, why didn't I work harder on this project? Why didn't I exercise today? All the way to questions such as… Why are we here? Why did that person have to die? And my personal favorite… Why was I even born?"

The mere sight of Eto's Kakuja, had various Devils and Gods alike look in disgust. Having someone like Eto represent Ghouls to them, probably didn't help their impression of the maneaters. A particular Devil, and a particular God both shared the exact same thought as they looked upon Eto. 'Unsightly beast.' Marco Bael and the Greek God of the Seas Poseidon. Both looked so revolted at the sight of Eto.

Poseidon snarled under his breath. "I should slaughter the whole lot of them." A thought all the other Greek Gods, except for one seemed to share.

"Come now brother…" The eldest brother Hades spoke up, earning his siblings and two nephews' attention. "Why bother acknowledging such creatures? If they are less than animals, why bother take action against something so none threatening?"

Had any other God spoken against him, even Zeus himself. Poseidon would have challenged them. But it being his elder brother Hades, Poseidon calmly listened to his brother's treasured insight. "Ghouls do their part; they give humans something to fear. Something to pray and seek protection from. Something for us to test them against. Such are the way of the Gods. Now why would we remove such a test from them?" Hades words resonated with Poseidon, who smiled and nodded to his brother in agreement.

"Indeed brother… Humans are such lowlifes I forgot them briefly. Yes, they require constant testing of faith." Having calmed the storm that was his ill-tempered younger brother, Hades and the Greek Gods returned to watch the game unfold.

Marco Bael frowned from his seat, almost considering interfering with the match to erase Eto himself from existence. If only the pride of their bloodline had not been at stake during this match. As disgraceful as Sairaorg was, he was his blood. And Marco could not allow any implication that his blood, would need help against a lesser Devil of the Sitri household.

Eto quickly pounced onto Liban, smacking one of her giant pale hands down onto him. "Huh?" Eto briefly paused, seeing her hand having been sliced off. "Ho, you are a fast one~" Eto noticed Liban's eyes glowing golden. Eto sniffed the air playfully. "You don't smell like a regular human reincarnated into a Devil. But I do recognize the scent of human blood. Ah, you are a half breed too~" Eto reached the conclusion, speaking tauntingly towards Liban who earlier pointed out Eto being half Ghoul.

"… Yes, half Devil and half human." Liban admitted, it was the reason he was shunned. For being half human, it was the reason he was loyal towards Sairaorg who accepted him regardless. Liban Crocell, from the extinct house of Crocell. With their bloodline being near extinct, having held the rank of Duke. Liban's father had mated with a human woman, and given birth to him. "The Devils shunned me, and failed to recognize my talent… Unlike Sairaorg-sama. The man I believe best fitted for the title of King. Saw the value in me."

"Ain't that sweet~" Eto tauntingly spoke down to Liban, as she fired off crystal like projectiles coated in the flames of Asmodeus. The power of Creuserey Asmodeus leaving many high-ranking Devils stunned. The endless fire of the fire crystals bombarded down onto Liban, who vanished in several flashes and instances moving and avoiding the projectiles with grace. With a slash of his blade, Liban froze the air before him and slashed a wound into the upper body of Eto's Kakuja leaving a trail of ice with it.

Liban swiftly advances on Eto, snapping off the owl's wings as he slashed her from the back. The eye of Eto's Kakuja was visibly shaken with anger, as it roared like a feral beast swinging its claws around attempting to strike its speedy foe. The throat of Eto's Kakuja swelled, and like a Dragon it spewed out the vile flames of Asmodeus.

Liban narrowed his gaze at the incoming fire, summoning forth an ornament floating mirror. The mirror sucked in the flames from Eto, and then swiftly vanished from sight. Liban's eyes glowed once more, as he laid eyes upon Eto. Eto hardly reacted, but her lack of reaction to Liban was suspicious. Any seasoned fighter should notice, once their movements grow heavier and sloppier. Yet Eto merely continued to strike at him, firing off a series of red crystal projectiles. Liban's eyes glowed again, and he moved at blinding speed.

"Heh~" Eto snickered much to Liban's shock, as Eto regrow all the limbs and wings, she had lost from Liban's blade. Slamming the hand of her Kakuja down, the arena began to undergo a rapid decay. Liban gasped in fright, and quickly took flight to avoid the decaying process. First the fire of Asmodeus, now the decaying power of Shalba Beelzebub. "You think increasing my gravitational mass is going to slow me down forever~?" Eto tauntingly asked, and Liban widened his eyes a bit.

"So, you did notice… I expected you to, but you hardly seemed to react." Liban had indeed increased Eto's gravitational field. Thanks to his half human heritage, Liban had been gifted with the Sacred Gear "Gravity Jail." Which enables Liban to alter the gravity of himself and anything within his line of sight.

"It's called analyzing… I wanted to see what you could change the gravity of. And it seems to me, you can change the gravity of anything within your line of sight. And you can even lighten your own gravity to make yourself move faster. Easy enough to work around, this fight is already in the bag~" Eto confidently declared, causing for once Liban to look annoyed.

"Easy huh? Well, let's see you handle this!" Summoning his mirror back, Liban unleashed the same fire of Asmodeus he had absorbed from Eto earlier. Sending it raining down onto the half Ghoul.

"Fool~" Eto cackled, as she sprayed out a new fire to counter the Asmodeus flames. This time, Eto's flames were different, they burnt brighter and stronger. "Logi…" It was the flames of Loki, using the flames of a God, Eto easily overpowered the Asmodeus flames.

"She had a stronger fire?!" Liban questioned in disbelief. How could Eto have a fire beyond that of a Maou level?

"What kind of idiot goes full force right away while trying to figure out their prey~?" Eto's voice came from above, Liban looked up to gasp. Having exploited the key weakness of Liban's Sacred Gear. Anything within his sight has their gravity increased, by goading him into using the fire attack, Eto had blocked off Liban's field of vision to her. Allowing her to use her full speed to sneak up on him.

"Shit!" Liban cursed as he realized he had been had, quickly activating Gravity Jail to force Eto out from the sky and back to the ground. Eto however, counted on it, as she swiftly reached out and grabbed onto Liban. Like a rock, they both fell crashing down.

Liban cried out in pain, as Eto squeezed him hard enough to shatter his ribs. All the while, Eto cackled maniacally despite blood beginning to pour out from her nostrils. She merely licked that blood up, and continued to hold onto Liban as this way they were both affected by his Sacred Gear. "Dammit!" If he wanted to avoid being crushed, Liban had to deactivate his own Gravity Jail. As the pressure lightened, Liban slammed his hand onto the claw of Eto's Kakuja holding him.

A chill was felt in the air, as Liban used ice magic to freeze Eto's Kakuja claw. And swiftly smashed it to pieces using his blade. "Ohoho~" Eto playfully cackled, as Liban lightened the gravity around himself to move at super speed. Dealing icy slashes to Eto's Kakuja, leaving at least a hundred slices that left Eto's Kakuja a frozen ice statue.

Liban took a small leap backwards, and prepared to rush in to deal the final blow as his body glowed in a white fiery aura. "Touki!" Although as he moved in at super speed, Eto's Kakuja broke apart and Eto herself rushed out at full speed barehanded. Eto was pierced by Liban's blade through her abdomen, and in return Eto had coated her hands in the sharp blades of her Kakuja form, and run her hands through Liban's torso. Having also simultaneously used decay to weaken Liban's armor and make it easy to break through.

Liban looked with wide eyes of shock, as he coughed up a spray of blood onto Eto's face. "H-How were you that fast?" Liban asked through gritted teeth.

Eto in responds chuckled tauntingly at him, as she licked up some of Liban's blood sprayed onto her face. "Like I said, what idiot goes full force when analyzing her prey?" In truth, Eto knew Liban was a rather powerful foe if taken lightly. However, the same applied for her in reverse. The fact that Liban revealed they all had studied upon the sins, meant they thought they knew everything about them. But Eto knew they only knew what Sairaorg knew. They weren't there to see their battle against Loki for example. As evident that Liban had no idea Eto had Loki's flames. Eto knew, Liban would go into this fight taking her lightly, and she exploited it to its fullest. "You lot are like an open book, so easy to read~" As Eto said that, in the back of her head she thought of Itachi. 'Unlike him…' Eto slowly backed away, as to easy pull Liban's blade out from her abdomen. Eto also yanked her arms out from Liban's torso, letting him collapse into a bloody puddle, as she licked the remains of his blood on her hands.

"Sairaorg Bael, Knight retired." Grayfia announced the end of the battle, as Liban vanished in a bright blue light. And Sairaorg's last remaining Knight piece statue crumbled to pieces.

Eto happily hummed as she skipped back towards to her comrades. The sheer abilities she had shown today, was enough to earn her collective gazes from High-ranking Devils and Gods alike. Eto leapt back onto her knight piece statue, and looked to Itachi with a bright smile holding her hands in a peace sign. "I won~"

Itachi acknowledged Eto with a mere nod and light hum. "Good job Eto." Itachi's stoic tone, had Eto gaze upon him with intrigue.

'So different from everyone else…' Eto sighed almost dreamingly, as she looked at Itachi.

Itachi had to pick his next fighter, so he didn't really pay much attention to Eto seemingly fawning over him. "Raven, you go next." Itachi instructed, sending down his Bishop.

"Okay…" Stoically Raven agreed, and simply teleported herself into the arena. Her presence to the Gods, reeked that of Purgatory. Some looked in terror at what they were sensing, some wary, outraged, and some with great intrigue.

"Ho? Daughter of Trigon, eh?" Shiva smiled as he leaned in for a closer look.

"Let's see what she can do." Indra from the other side, shared his rival's interest. Even though leaned back, he paid close attention to the daughter of Trigon.

"Even Liban got careless…!" Misteeta snarled at the incompetence of his teammates. Had they no shame?! Putting on such a shameful amateur display in front of Sairaorg-sama?!

Despite Misteeta's fury, his master seemed pretty chill about the whole situation. "Hahaha! I see, that half Ghoul shares Itachi's strength in brain power and tactical skills! She is without a doubt a befitting peerage member for my rival!"

"Sairaorg-sama!" Misteeta called out to his master, earning a look of curiosity from his King. "Let me fight next! I will earn us a win!" Misteeta declared.

"Mm! Your manly spirit is much appreciated, Misteeta! Alright! If you wish to fight, then you shall fight!" As Sairaorg said that it was decided, his Bishop like Raven had, teleported himself down onto the arena.

Misteeta stared down at Raven, already unleashing the full blunt force of his aura. Added with the white fiery aura of Touki. "I will admit that anyone Sairaorg-sama deem as worthy is strong. And you, and your friends have proven yourselves. However, I will end this instantly." Misteeta Sabnock, another from an extinct household that once held the title of Marquis. And with a human heritage as well, which has granted Misteeta a Sacred Gear. "Trick Vanisher!" Pointing his magic staff at Raven, it glowed in an ominous violet glow.

Violet colored runes spread themselves around Raven's body. Raven looked slightly caught off guard, feeling her power draining and feeling her body going limp. "My Sacred Gear, can seal away my opponent's ability for certain amount of time. At the cost of my own stamina. As a magic type with hardly any physical stats… you are done for." Misteeta declared, as he unleashed a gigantic sphere of fire from his staff.

Raven groaned with mild annoyance as the fire sphere came closer to her. "Azarath Metrion Zinthos!" Raven's entire body exploded with a colossal pillar of power, washing over the entire dimension with her darkness. The shockwaves of her power even reached the outside of the Rating Game dimension, spreading itself to the stadium and even beyond throughout most of the Underworld itself.

"Wha-?!" Misteeta could barely gasp in disbelief as he was engulfed by the darkness of Raven's magic. Raven's power was simply too overwhelming and canceled out Misteeta's Sacred Gear, causing Raven's ability to unseal itself.

To Misteeta's credit, he did bravely try to stand within this vast empty void of darkness. Although as he tried to push forward, he felt short of breath. And amidst the darkness, a tall cloaked being with four red glowing eyes glared back at him. The darkness screeched like something awful, sounding like thousands of ravens. Misteeta had a cold sweat run down his face, as he faced the overwhelming might of the daughter of Trigon. "Ah…Ahh… Ahhhhh!" Misteeta began to panic and scream as he was overcome by the darkness.

Vanishing as quickly as it had appeared, Raven's power died down. Revealing a burning field of darkness from Raven, that had actually repaired previous damage to the arena. Raven stood there with her hood pulled up, four red glowing eyes staring out from underneath and her skin red as blood itself.

Misteeta's legs were trembling, as he collapsed onto his knees unable to continue the battle. "I… I yield…" Misteeta mumbled out with a frightful feeling filling his heart. As he said those words, Raven's skin returned to its pale self and her extra pair of eyes vanished. Leaving Misteeta to glance into the violet apologetic eyes of Rachel Roth, that seemed to soothe his frightened soul.

"Sairaorg Bael, one Bishop, retired." Grayfia announced, as Misteeta passed out from mental exhaustion. And one of the skyscraper bishop statues on Sairaorg's side crumbled to dust.

Raven returned to her comrades, all who gave her a collective of surprised looks. Raven feeling slightly ashamed for having flexed so much of her power, wanted to hide away from her comrades' eyes. "Well done, Raven." Itachi however, praised her with a gentle smile on his face.

"N-No problem." Raven mumbled gaining shade hint of red on her pale face.

"That was wickedly awesome!" Damian praised with a smirk of glee. "For a moment I was scared you were going to get like you were against Shalba Beelzebub. But seems things worked out."

"Even though she did have to use some of that power… Seems you were emotionally affected by the loses some of our comrades have suffered today." Eto pointed out, having reached the conclusion that Raven unleashed that side of her because she felt for their teammates that had lost. "Nah, or maybe this was all the pent-up emotions you have had in you since seeing Itachi's past history~?" Eto recalled how close Raven had been to breaking out of her emotionless shell that day.

Raven silently groaned, not acknowledging or denying Eto's claim. As Raven merely returned to her seat, and began meditating to calm herself. "Well… I would say I need to send someone else out for this one." Itachi noted seeing Raven calmly meditating. "Damian… you up for another round?" Itachi asked, even though he valued all his peerage members for their strengths. He had to consider who he would need in the tag team finale of the game.

"Yup! Still a bit sore, but I recon I can manage!" Damian jumped down onto the arena, ready to face another opponent.

Sairaorg seeing it was Damian's turn again, looked to his second Bishop, Coriana. "It seems it is that Damian's turn again. If you feel comfortable with it, are you willing to use the secret technique we discussed?"

Coriana chuckled a little at the fact that Sairaorg even had to ask. "For you Sairaorg-sama, I would do anything no matter what~" Coriana declared confidently, the long blond-haired beauty gracefully jumped down onto the arena.

"Ohoho? A nice specimen jumps to the playing field?" Damian with a smug smirk on his face, eyed the beautiful feminine form of Coriana before him. Her red business suit hid some of her bust, but that skirt really brought forth her voluptuous hips. "I don't usually hit ladies… Well, I hit on you~"

"I am sure you do stud~" Coriana smiled seductively and winked at Damian, making his interest meter only rise up along with something in his pants. Coriana Andrealphus, another lost soul from an extinct 72 pillars household that held the rank of Marquis. And like all in Sairaorg's group of misfits, shunned for her mixed heritage.

"W-Well, let's get this show on the… r-r-road! Oh mama!" Damian's eyes went wide as dinner plates. As Coriana began slowly undressing, starting with the red coat of her suit. Bringing it down over her shoulders, while squeezing her arms together to present her chest out some more. Fully caught off guard by the show taking place before his eyes, Damian watched, practically drooled with anticipation as Coriana began unbuttoning her black undershirt, showing off her cleavage. While playfully bouncing her chest up and down.

"Oh boy…." Eto lightheartedly chuckled, while Itachi and even the meditating Raven sweat dropped. Harry twitched his brow at this shameful display, getting caught up in such frivolous things mid battle.

In the stadium, Issei and his friends were practically ogling the screen along with their sensei Azazel. Howling like wolves, many of the men whistled at the show they were getting.

Even the Gods were not innocent, especially on the Greek side. Zeus was jumping up and down in his seat, his tongue sticking out like a dog. "These devil gals know how to party~! Woohoo! Shake it girly!"

"Brother…" Hades facepalmed, feeling like crying. Especially as even Poseidon, although not sharing Zeus enthusiasm was keeping a close eye on the strip show. Hera on the other hand, grinded her teeth as she felt her face grow hot with rage from Zeus' behavior.

Throwing her shirt away, Coriana was left standing there in a purple bra. She slowly moved her hips back and forth, blowing kisses in Damian's direction as she pulled down her skirt, revealing a purple thong.

"Hoho! The money shot right there! Make it rain!" Damian out of pure compulsion, brought forth several bills of cash and started throwing them at Coriana. "I am so glad I keep all my money in one's for such special occasions!"

Coriana slyly smirked as her plan seemed to be working, blowing Damian a kiss, she turned her body around giving him a full view of her plump ass. Damian was drooling upon seeing what he deemed as true culture. "Yes! Yes! The build up! Come on! Come on!" Although, then suddenly Damian's immersion was ruined, as Coriana began pulling down her thong giving a full view of her ass as she bent forward.

"…" Damian wordlessly slumped his arms, and hung his head low. "No, no, no! This is all wrong!" Damian declared causing Coriana to gasp as she turned around to face Damian. Had her body failed her in distracting this fool?! Had he been able to go past his libido and uncover her true plan?!

"You are doing it all wrong! Everyone knows the bottoms are supposed to go last!" But no, Damian cried over the fact that Coriana attempted to remove her thong before her bra.

"Eh?" Coriana gasped in disbelief.

"I may be a man of true culture! But I respect the art of strip teases! You are supposed to tease me! Build up until we get to the true culture! It is common sense for a striper to remove her bra before her panties!"

Coriana then shouted in disbelief at what this fool was saying. "There is such a stupid rule?!" Coriana backed up in disbelief, she had put herself up for such a show thinking it would defeat Damian. 'Our reports said he was an ass man! I thought he would appreciate getting to see my ass first!'

"The illusion is broken! You won't trap me again!" Damian rushed forward at Coriana with his strings ready.

"Shit!" Coriana unleashed a bombardment of giant spinning ice crystals. Although Damian breaks through them all, and deals a swift blow to her body with a heavy punch, launching her into the air. Coriana screams as she falls face first to the ground, with her ass tooted up in the air. And from Damian's angle, he could see everything.

"Huh, did not expect the carpet to match the drapes…" Damian casually commented, dealing quite the emotional damage to his opponent.

"N-No!" Coriana cried, as she began fading away in a blue light.

"… Sairaorg Bael, Bishop, retired." Even Grayfia sounded to be in disbelief of what she had just witnessed. One could hear just how done she was with everything by the tone of her voice.

An awkward silence followed as the last of Sairaorg's bishop piece statues crumbled. All while Damian with a serious expression on his face, stood there showing a peace sign. While crying tears of disappointment. A sentiment shared with many men of the true culture. All who were standing from their seat, giving Damian a salute while shedding tears.

With the Greek Gods. Hades felt like shrinking in his seat, as both Zeus and Poseidon stood up while saluting. Although only Zeus actually shed tears over the situation. With a deep sigh, Hades got up as well and saluted whilst casting glances over at his wife Persephone and her hipline from her seat. All three brothers shared the same interest.

"… Quite the, interesting match." Itachi hardly had words for what he had just witnessed.

Sairaorg crossed his arms and tilted his head. "Huh, I genuinely thought that would work." Now only left with his Queen Kuisha and his Pawn Regulus, Sairaorg hummed for who to send next.

"Sairaorg-sama, I'm good to go again." Kuisha announced, as she realized how crucial the teamwork of Regulus and Sairaorg were to their team.

"Hmm, I don't know Kuisha. Well, maybe if you try going in the correct order unlike Coriana…" At mumbling out such a ludicrous idea, Kuisha's face flushed red.

"I-I won't do that for anyone but you Sairaorg-sama! A-Anyway! I am more than capable of winning by my own power!" Kuisha's shouting had Sairaorg slightly caught off guard.

"O-Oh, yes of course! Go on ahead!" Sairaorg allowed it, as Kuisha leapt down onto the arena floor where Damian was still standing.

Damian looked over to Itachi. "Hey captain, I'm still good to go, so I will take this one!" Damian hadn't really tired himself out against Coriana, and was ready for more. Plus seeing another blond beauty before him, Damian couldn't help but wonder if he would get a new show. Nah, Damian knew from seeing Kuisha's fight with Kuroka that most likely wasn't going to be the case. 'Her Hole ability is rather dangerous… I will need to attack her from afar most likely.'

Taking a deep sigh, Damian was the first one to spring into action. "Well here goes nothing!" Throwing his arms forward, his string stretched towards Kuisha.

"Hole." Kuisha mumbled as a black hole formed in front of her, sucking in Damian's strings. "Your fight with Ladora showed us your strengths. Stealing someone's strength through absorbing the impact of their blows. And negating magical attacks that are less than double of your own full power. That is quite the Sacred Gear. Too bad, out of everyone in Sairaorg-sama's peerage, I have the highest amount of magic power. If you originally couldn't handle Ladora's breath attacks before absorbing his power… Then you don't stand a chance to negate mine." Kuisha snapped her fingers, as multiple coin sized black holes appeared around Damian.

"What the?!" Damian suddenly found himself ensnared by his own strings. With a flick of her wrist, Kuisha had the various coin sized black holes suck the strings back in. All while dragging Damian with them. 'Does she intend to split me to pieces?!' With a snap of his fingers, Damian loosened the strings wrapped around his body, and cut the threads connected to his fingers.

Taking a huge leap into the air, Damian appeared to be floating midair. When in reality, he was just standing on a web of his strings. "That was a close one…" A cold chill was felt at the nape of his neck, and Damian quickly reacted as he turned around to block a hit from Kuisha, who had traveled through a black hole behind him.

"Be crushed…" Kuisha snarled at him, as she slammed her fist down ramming the force of the black hole onto Damian. Feeling his bones, and stitched up inner organs about to be crushed and burst. Damian flung his arm to the side, and swung himself away like Spiderman.

"Crap… that was close." Damian had no time to rest, as he quickly had to swing himself out of the way again. As Kuisha kept appearing out of a black hole next to him. 'A direct approach is no good… Then how about this!' First Damian had his Touki aura cloak his body, boosting up his strength, speed and durability. Then, aiming his finger at Kuisha like if it was a gun, Damian fired off a string made bullet.

Kuisha without batting an eye, smacked the bullet away through a black rift made from her hand. "Touki." Kuisha as well boosted up the power of her body, she couldn't risk Damian suddenly overpowering her. She needed to end this fight, quickly. "Ugh!" Although a sharp pain felt in her shoulder suddenly had her stop in her tracks. A string, a single string had stabbed itself into her shoulder.

"That bullet, was a distraction…" Damian smirked as he yanked his arm back, pulling on Kuisha's muscle causing it to tear. Kuisha grunted in pain, sweat visibly pouring down her face. Kuisha snapped her fingers, creating a black hole in front of her, and one behind Damian. Swinging her body through, she double drop-kicked Damian in the back, shattering his spine.

"And I, was waiting for this opportunity!" Kuisha revealed as she had kicked Damian towards the black hole she went through earlier. Damian fell into the black hole, and Kuisha tightened her fist. Turning around to the one she just got out from to kick Damian, Kuisha rammed her fist into the black hole and shattered Damian's ribs. "Now, be crushed!" Kuisha pulled her arm out, and tightened her grip as the black hole began to shrink.

The sound of crunching bones, and Damian's screams echoed through the arena. His body feeling like it was getting pulled apart. Damian groaned within the black hole, thinking fast he wrapped his strings around his broken body. Damian quickly found himself outside again, as the black hole spat him back out. Kuisha glared down at him, and yanked out the piece of string latched into her shoulder.

"I see… you held yourself together like you did against Ladora." Kuisha commented, seeing Damian's entire body appeared to be stitched up. With even his broken femur bone sticking out from his right back leg. "Still willing to fight?"

"Heh…" Damian smirked, as he shakingly tried to get up. "I could… but I honestly don't think I can get around that ability of yours. Not like this anyway. Besides, thanks to your Dragon friend Ladora, my stamina was already shit. I will settle for this I suppose…" Damian twitched his fingers, as suddenly multiple strings were revealed to be attached to Kuisha's body. With a thug of his arm, several of Kuisha's muscles were pulled out of place causing her to cry in pain. "I give up… But at least I didn't go down like a bitch. And I ruined your chances of winning your next round too~" Damian snickered as his body began fading away in a blue light.

"Damn you…" Kuisha groaned as she collapsed onto her knees.

"Itachi Sitri, Pawn, retired." Following Grayfia's announcement, the remaining Pawn skyscraper statues on Itachi's side crumbled to dust.

Limping her way back over to her team, Kuisha groaned and began using whatever healing spell she knew. Sairaorg jumped down to her aid, picking her up bridal style causing Kuisha to blush bright red as they suddenly jumped back onto their skyscraper sized piece statues. "Hmm, Regulus, you good to go?" Sairaorg looked to the short orange haired young boy, who barred his fangs as he let out a longing sigh.

"Yes master, I've been so patiently waiting for my turn." Regulus' aura was bright golden, unlike anything Demonic or Divine. He pounced down onto the arena floor awaiting his opponent.

"Eto." Itachi called for the half Ghoul, even stopping Harry from going onto the arena. Harry looking at Itachi with a questioning gaze asking why he was being held back. "We need to strategize who we send, right? Well, you are up." Itachi said as he looked towards Eto.

The half Ghoul smirked as she realized this was Itachi's way of saying amongst the four of them, she was the weakest link. That, and Itachi had no data on this Regulus character. "Fine, I will be your test run." Eto sighed as she instantly transformed into her Kakuja form, and leapt down in a loud thud to the ground. Standing towering over the young Regulus.

One thing Itachi could tell without any certainty in regards to this Regulus character, he was the strongest member of Sairaorg's peerage, being worth a total of 7 Pawns. This young boy emitted such a strange aura, yet it felt so familiar. The aura felt like how one would sense someone having a Sacred Gear. Only that this child, felt like a literal walking Sacred Gear himself.

Eto's Kakuja creepily crawled around Regulus, sniffing the air around Regulus to try and figure him out. The boy's eyes like a predator followed the monstrous owl, his eyes turning golden with a black slit like that of a feline. His teeth barred into fangs, and his nails turned into claws. Golden flames ignited at his claws, burning in a straight golden line as Regulus crossed his arms and knelt down.

Regulus vanished in a flash, causing Eto to gasp as instantly the entire head of her Kakuja had been torn off. "Tch! I missed!" Regulus snarled as he hovered over Eto.

"Little brat…" Eto smirked, although suddenly she looked to be panicking. 'I can't regenerate…' Eto was unable to regenerate the lost head of her Kakuja. 'Those claws… what are they? They smell like… Itachi's Divine Weapons? Must be, they are hindering my regenerative abilities.' Eto didn't feel the need to announce her discovery, she could tell judging by the look on Itachi's face he had reached a similar conclusion.

Barring his fangs into a smirk, Regulus kicked the air itself as he launched himself towards Eto coating his body in golden fire. "Fiery Impact!" Regulus shot through the body of Eto's Kakuja like a bullet, leaving a gaping burning hole in it.

Eto clicked her tongue and took flight to the sky, unleashing a bombardment of Asmodeus fire coated crystal projectiles. Regulus growled, as a lion's tail grew out from his lower back. Swinging his new tail made of gold, Regulus unleashed a wave of golden fire that burnt Eto's projectiles to ash. Regulus reeled his fist back, and kicked the air once more to launch himself at Eto. "Gattling Impact!" Unleashing a gatling rain of fiery punches onto Eto, Regulus pushed Eto's Kakuja body back.

Eto could only grunt lightly as her Kakuja body was torn apart by the ferocious flames of Regulus' fists. 'This brat… might be as strong as old man Harry.' Eto split the remains of her Kakuja into tentacles to surround and shield her body. Placing her hand onto the floor, Eto unleashed a rapid decay to the arena using Shalba Beelzebub's power.

Regulus widened his eyes at the incoming decay, quickly taking a leap to the sky. "Promotion Knight!" His speed having nearly doubled, Regulus bounced around like a ball of light continuously laying in attacks onto Eto while avoiding the decaying arena.

Eto held her arms to her face, shielding her head from the ruthless barrage. She gritted her teeth and snarled out. "Logi!" Unleashing the divine flame of Loki around her like a bomb, Eto unleashed waves of fire that clashed into Regulus. And finally, it looked like her opponent took some damage.

"Argh!" Regulus groaned in pain, as he rolled around on the floor.

Eto's body was covered in burning slashing claw gashes, her right leg was gushing out blood and halfway cut around the knee. The last of her Kakuja had been torn to shreds. Eto snarled, looking with killing intent in her eye. Her Ghoul eye letting out a red vibrant glow.

Regulus panted, having put out the fire of Loki Eto had unleashed onto him. "Divine fire…? That stings." Regulus groaned as his body began bulking up, his orange hair growing into a glorious mane. "You Ghouls sure are durable… I could probably cut you in half, and you would still live." Regulus turned into a five-meter-tall golden lion with a jewel embedded into his forehead.

The Gods of the Greek Pantheon looked in outrage as they laid their eyes onto the form of Regulus. "That lion… it's!" Zeus looked in disbelief. "I thought the God of the Bible had sealed him… after Heracles defeated him." Zeus mumbled; his long dead half bastard son Heracles had defeated this lion in one of his great labors.

Hades was the only one who seemed intrigued. "Ho, seems he has escaped his prison in that case. Though I must say, to know my deceased nephew's great opponent still roams around… bothers me a little."

Eto with her hearing, picked up some of the Gods conversations. Eto cracked a light smile, as she had figured out Regulus' true identity. "I see… The Nemean Lion. The lion slain by the great hero Heracles of Greece… turned into a Sacred Gear by the God of the Bible. And now, roams free."

Regulus growled at the mention of the Greek hero. "Mine former wielder died in battle… I… in anger of his passing materialized myself to slaughter all those around me responsible for his murder. That is when, Master Sairaorg appeared… He beat me with his mighty strength, calmed me down, and ever since I have been in his servitude."

"Heh, seems like Itachi and Sairaorg both like doing such pointless things. Bring in monsters to their peerage." Eto had a few more card to play in this battle. She still had Loki's flame, and one more ability she had gotten from the Queen of all Monsters, Angrboda.

"Pointless? Master Sairaorg has earned my support! Unlike that fool Heracles, Sairaorg-sama has true herculean strength." Regulus proudly declared, showing his dedication to his master.

"I wonder~" Eto threw her arms forward, creating a fire sphere in her palms. "Logi!" Unleashing a wave of fire, Eto blasted it towards Regulus in a final attempt to try and win this match.

"Fool!" Regulus was about to run towards Eto, although seemed to halt himself as he felt a seductive voice whispering into his head.

Eto was using the monster tamer ability of Angrboda through her whistling, to force Regulus to stand still while getting consumed by the divine fire. Regulus caught onto Eto's scheme, and snarled at the insult. "Ghoul woman! Don't dare say I am some mere monster or beast!" Regulus jumped over the fire wave, and pounced towards Eto.

"Crap…" Eto out of tricks to play, held her hands up as a sign of surrender. "Fine, kitty, I give up… this time~" Eto playfully smirked at the lion as he stood towering before her, having the decency to not attack a surrendering foe. Showing how Regulus was not a mere mindless beast or monster.

"Itachi Sitri, Knight, retired." Grayfia announced, as Eto vanished in a blue flashing light. And her skyscraper knight piece statue crumbled to dust.

And then, there were three left on each side. Sairaorg had Kuisha and Regulus left on his side. And Itachi had Raven and Harry left. Sairaorg looked to his Queen, seeing Kuisha had relatively given herself the basic treatment from getting her muscles pulled by Damian. She could probably not move in for a direct approach anymore in a fight, and had to rely on her black holes to move around the battlefield. Sairaorg knew this, and wondered if it would be for the best to have Regulus continue to fight, and risk losing his chosen partner for the final tag team matchup. Or if he should send Kuisha out as a sacrificial piece. He honestly didn't want to do either, Sairaorg was so close to just jump into the arena himself, although the comforting hands of Kuisha clasped around his hand. "Kuisha…" Sairaorg mumbled.

"I am fine, Sairaorg-sama. We're here to win this game, right? Then I will go. You save Regulus for your tag team combo." Kuisha warmly smiled at her master, she adored the fact he was concerned for her. Especially as she knew how much Sairaorg had looked forward to fight Itachi. "I will go, and I will try and at least take my opponent down with me."

"… Alright." Solemnly Sairaorg agreed, as Kuisha moved through a black hole she had created underneath herself. And opened a second one onto the arena.

Regulus transformed into his human form, and gazed towards Kuisha before he returned to Sairaorg's side. "Are you certain of this, Lady Kuisha?" Regulus asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Kuisha declared, her legs trembling, not having fully recovered from Damian pulling all her muscles. Her body ached and felt like it was on fire.

Itachi had already decided that Harry was going to be his tag team battle partner. Even though Raven potentially held more power than anyone, the fact that she couldn't control it was concerning. "Raven, you are up next." Itachi woke up the meditating Rachel.

"Alright…" Stoically she nodded, and teleported herself onto the arena.

Both Raven and Kuisha could tell just by looking at each other. This would be a long-ranged battle of magic. Raven wasn't the close-ranged hand to hand combat type. And Kuisha was too injured to even move a muscle.

Kuisha cautiously eyes Raven, remembering how easily she defeated Misteeta. Kuisha's entire body was tense, not just from the pain but for having to face someone like Raven. What Kuisha didn't realize, was that Raven picked up on it. Raven like usual, had a stoic look on her face, and remained unreadable even by her body language. Raven with her empath powers could sense Kuisha's concern over fighting her. This alone told Raven that Kuisha would take this fight very cautiously from the start.

Kuisha wordlessly created a magic circle, that launched a sphere of fire towards Raven. Raven's eyes glowed, as she used her telekinetic powers to yank up a piece of the arena itself, and held it before her like a shield to tank the blast. The rock was obliterated in the face of the fire, spreading pieces of burning rocks onto the arena.

Kuisha took a deep breath, and the moment she let it out in an exhale her body was surrounded by the white fiery aura of Touki. Strengthening her injured body with her undying loyal spirit towards Sairaorg, making her to be able to perform basic enough movement without too much pain. Yet it still stung to just tighten her fist.

The fight continues on in silence, as neither Kuisha or Raven exchange a single word. Kuisha instantly creates another sphere of fire, although this time she smacks it to the arena floor. The fire exploded with a chunk of the arena, and created a smoke screen.

Raven quickly catches on, and turns around in time to see Kuisha appear out of a black hole behind her. Kuisha had formed a tiny black hole at the tip of her fist, as she attempted to strike Raven with an upper cut space rift tearing punch. Raven gasps, as she narrowly dodges the hit, seeing the very fabric of space before her getting torn. Raven's hood however is torn apart from the punch, and a small cut appears on Raven's cheek.

Raven backs up a few steps, eyeing the still form of Kuisha. She still struggled to move, and found herself unable to advance upon Raven. Kuisha retreated back into her black hole, and appeared out from the other one where she stood earlier at the start.

Kuisha glanced down at Raven's hand, seeing it having been coated in darkness. This had been the reason for Kuisha retreating to make some distance from Raven. Raven had been ready to counterattack should Kuisha have had the strength to advance on her.

Raven tiredly sighed, as she raised her hand, coating the arena around her with her aura. Raven tore up the floor of the arena, forming several giant cubical pieces of rock, and hurdling them at Kuisha. Kuisha clicks her tongue, and retreats into her black hole to avoid the bombardment.

Raven sensed everything going on around her, and most of all sensed for Kuisha's feelings to predict where she would attack from next. That is when Raven noticed several of her cubical rocks also vanished through multiple other black holes. "I see…" Raven figured out Kuisha's plan of attack, forming a barrier around herself as the rocks emerged out from new black holes and bombarded into Raven's barrier.

Raven looked down, and gasped as a new black hole opened itself within her own barrier, and out from it shot a fire bullet into Raven. Raven groaned as she was launched crashing out from her own barrier, and skidded backwards. Mild burns on her stomach, Raven groaned a little, but quickly recovered as she used her magic to heal herself. "Where is she?" Raven groans, only to notice a new black hole opening above her, and out came a final cubical rock piece that Raven had shot at Kuisha earlier. Raven saw it coming, and coating her hand in a blade of darkness she sliced through the cubical rock with ease.

Although then, Raven felt a jabbing pain in her gut seeing Kuisha emerging out from another black hole, having thrown a heavy punch into Raven's gut. Kuisha's face was twitching from the pain, sweat pouring down her face signifying the strain she was putting on herself to just throw that one punch.

Raven buckles over in pain, and spits out a spray of blood. Getting a coughing fit from having the air knocked out of her. "Don't take me lightly!" Kuisha groaned as she threw another upper cut punch into Raven's jaw. Busting the witch's lip and spraying more blood onto the arena floor. Kuisha followed up with a chop to Raven's throat, preventing her from casting any spells. Kuisha's body felt like it was burning up, as she continued to unload a beating onto Raven.

Raven fell to the floor, with a broken nose and a busted lip. Letting out a frustrated growl, growing more agitated. Raven unleashed more of her power in waves that blew Kuisha backwards several feet. Kuisha flinched in pain, feeling like her legs were about to give in. Kuisha stared into the pillar of darkness surrounding Raven.

Raven took a few deep breaths, calming her power down, not wanting to overuse it any more than she had to. That one time against Misteeta to overcome his ability negation had already mentally drained Raven somewhat. "I'm not… you defeated both Kuroka and Damian. I am aware of how strong you are." Raven summoned various giant hands made from her dark aura, sending them all flying in a flurry of punches to smash into Kuisha.

Kuisha clicks her tongue, and unleashes a hailing blast of fire spheres to counter Raven's hands of darkness. "I see… Even though I can tell you hold back, at least I know why. We've studied up on all of you Sins, so no need to explain why you hold back." Kuisha knew Raven didn't use her true power because she couldn't control it, and the fact that her father Trigon had great influence over that side of her. A side of herself Raven rather wants to avoid showing anyone. "Though in this situation, I guess I should count my blessings you don't go all out."

Kuisha suddenly out of nowhere begins to chuckle, causing Raven to raise her brow in confusion. "What's so funny?" Raven asked, as she tried to use her empath powers on Kuisha. However, Raven could only feel the burning passionate feeling she had so many times seen in many women of her friend group. She had seen this feeling in Rias, Akeno, Kuroka, Koneko, and even in herself in regards to Itachi. All Raven felt from Kuisha, was the strong romantic passionate feelings of love she had for her master Sairaorg.

"No, it's just… There is a lot I can't seem to figure out about you. I can't tell what you are thinking, or what you are going to do next. But no matter what, I always recognize a fellow maiden in love." Kuisha revealed, causing Raven to widen her eyes in surprise. Her cheeks gaining a small tint of pink.

"Huh?" Raven let out a light sounding gasp, sounding almost too girly for her own liking. As she quickly tried to regain her composure.

"I saw it… after you defeated Misteeta. The way you looked at Itachi Sitri, and reacted to his praise. It is the same way I look at Sairaorg-sama. Must be tough, for someone like you to feel such emotions. Especially with that Kuroka having similar feelings for Itachi Sitri. Same with Rias Gremory and some others I assume." Kuisha looked somewhat sympathetic. Luckily, Kuisha didn't have as many rivals as Raven did for Itachi's affection.

Raven doesn't deny anything, she merely gazes to the floor looking almost sad. But then, Raven had a light smile form on her face. "I will have you know… my feelings for Itachi, aren't one sided. So, you can stop with that pity look." Raven openly revealed her and Itachi's relationship, both of them had feelings for the other and it was made clear for everyone watching. Itachi himself reacted with a sheepishly looking blush, as he awkwardly scratches his cheek feeling several eyes on him at the moment. Harry cracked a knowing smirk as he looked at Itachi, lightly bumping his fist into Itachi as a sign to say something.

"Indeed, they are not…" Itachi confirmed his feelings for Raven in his own way. With her empath powers, she of course knew. And the fact that Itachi had openly admitted his feelings towards her in the past when they were alone.

"Well, that is nice to hear…" Kuisha looked genuinely happy for Raven, as the two shared a light hearted giggle.

"I hope it works out for you." Raven wished Kuisha good luck with her own romance. And in that instant, Raven teleported herself through a portal. Appearing hovering high in the air over the arena. Raven's eyes glowed white, as she summoned forth an entire meteorite from her pocket dimension. Coating the entire meteorite with her power, she sent it crashing down towards the arena in an aim to end the battle straight away.

Kuisha responds by slamming her hands together, and cracks open a massive black hole that nearly covers the entire arena, threatening to even destroy it, all in order to swallow up the meteorite. "Go ahead! I will not lose with Sairaorg-sama watching!" Kuisha screams with great passion.

As the meteorite got obliterated in the face of the colossal black hole, Raven began using her telekinetic powers to try and close the blackhole herself. "And I will not lose in front of Itachi either!" With her passionate declaration, Raven unleashed more of her power with it.

Raven's darkness swallowed up the black hole, but Kuisha continued to resist by trying to have her black hole absorb Raven's power. The combined uses of their powers, caused spatial tears in the Rating Game dimension itself. Lightning crackled around them, as the black hole and Raven's telekinetic powers all began to shrink into a tiny sphere of pure vibrant energy. Raven and Kuisha don't let up, both straining themselves to their limit. When suddenly their combined powers, causes a giant powerful explosion that knocks them both backwards.

Two blurs moved into the arena, as Itachi and Sairaorg caught their individual peerage member. Itachi held onto Raven, and flashed his eyes into the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan briefly to form the Susano'o around them. And Sairaorg unleashed his blood red aura, as he physically pushed back the blast wave as he held Kuisha underneath his left arm.

"Due to interference of both Kings. This round is declared a tie. Sairaorg Bael's Queen, and Itachi Sitri's Bishop, are both retired." Grayfia announced, as both Raven and Kuisha began vanishing while in their masters' arms. Itachi and Sairaorg both leapt up to their individual King Piece statue. As Itachi's Bishop pieces crumbled, and Sairaorg's Queen piece crumbled as well.

"Rest up…" Itachi advised Raven as she vanished.

"You have once again made me proud, Kuisha." Sairaorg took Kuisha's hand and gently kissed it as she vanished. Both Kings turned around to face each other.

The final match of this intense Rating Game was about to begin, both Kings and their remaining peerage member stood ready at their respective piece statues. The orange haired boy, Regulus standing atop of the center giant violet colored pawn statue. And his King Sairaorg standing on the head of the giant violet King piece.

As was the same for Itachi, who stood atop of a giant blue King piece, while Harry stood atop of a giant blue Rook piece. "The final battle of this Rating Game shall commence… Now!" Grayfia declared through the loudspeakers, and instantly Harry and Regulus jumped from their individual piece platforms, which shattered from the mere shockwave of their jump. Harry's Flame Sword of Pride, clashed with the golden transformed lion claw of Regulus. A bright golden flame emitted from the lion's claw, and a surging blazing spiral of fire emerged from Harry's blade. The heat of their shared attacks, caused the other giant chess piece statues to melt as a result.

All that remained, the two King pieces Itachi and Sairaorg were standing on. Itachi narrowed his gaze at Sairaorg, already activating his Sharingan. Having learnt from Bob's defeat at the hands of Sairaorg, Itachi knew he would need to be on the lookout for that instant change in Sairaorg's aura.

Sairaorg smirks with great excitement, as to him, this was a long-awaited rematch from when they were kids. Neither of them even exchanged a word, both merely vanished from sight in an instant. The audience gasped, as suddenly both Itachi and Sairaorg were running down the giant King chess pieces. For each step they took along the side of the King piece, it began to crack.

As both fighters reached the bottom of the statue, a giant dust cloud began to gather as the two giant King pieces collapsed. Both fighters ran out from their individual giant dust cloud, and sprinted towards each other. As they were reaching the center of the arena, both Itachi and Sairaorg simultaneously jumped high into the air where they clashed their dominant forearms together, creating a powerful shockwave that vibrated through the Rating Game dimension. As they clashed, both fighters, these two best friends that were practically like brothers, smiled at each other.

That's the end for now!

Not much to say here, going to work on part 3 now. But yeah, anyway leave a review with what you thought of the chapter. Personally, I wanted some of the fights to be longer. But at the end of the day, the word count was getting way to high.

The Sins thoughts on Eto:

Kuroka: Creepy, she continues to try and seduce and steal Itachi from me. I hardly consider her a rival in love, but I am cautious of her and whatever she plans to do with my Itachi.

Bob: She freaks me out a bit, lowkey. She seems to be on our side however, despite her mental state. So, like all my comrades I would fight for her if she needs help.

Jack: She watches everyone from the sidelines like an owl in the middle of the night, waiting to catch its prey. I don't trust her. But mommy seems to, so I will stand back for now.

Harry: She seems like a confused and hurt woman. From what I have seen of her, I am not quite certain what her intentions are. But I will give her the benefit of the doubt, and trust her.

Damian: She is hot, but crazy. And I don't put my dick in crazy. Still a nice plump ass though.

Raven: I don't trust her. And why Itachi does, even if it is to a small degree, I have no idea. She seems to try and act friendly with me, but from what her aura tells she holds nothing but malicious intent and pain in her heart.

Itachi: She has always been a handful. But even if her intentions might not benefit me and the others in the future, I feel like when the moment comes, we can sort things out. I trust her enough to know she won't betray me, as by now she could have turned on us many times. But I am still wary of her, and I keep a close eye on her at all times. In some ways, with her secrecy and cold bloodedness, she reminds me of myself as an ANBU or a member of the Akatsuki. I wish to save her from this dark path, and avoid the mistakes I made.

-Later!