/ "Dialogue." /
/ 'Internal Thoughts.' /
/ "Flashback Dialogue." /
The Devils' Region of the underworld was far more populated than the neighbors it shared with. From this came a unique system where territory was divided among its inhabitants. Most of the land belonged to the 72 Pillar Clans, as they made up most of the population and were Lords, Archdukes, Dukes, Princes or Princesses, and, of course, the serfs who worked the land for the benefit of the High-Class Devils.
Then, there was the Satan territory—or, in simpler terms, federal land that was deemed to be for Maou ownership. Places such as the capital, Agreas, or anywhere vital to overall interests.
Lucifer occupied the heart of devil society, the capital Lilith. And next to that stretched the largest and deepest lake in all of the underworld, known as Oblivion's Rest.
Perched above this vast body of water, on a mountain overlooking it, was a large castle occupied by another Maou. One that historically had a strong connection to water. Even from the foundation of when devils were created, this element was the signature of all those who were once called Leviathan.
This has not changed in the present day. And though her own clan associated itself with water, she was more solid, like ice, rather than a liquid.
Serafall Leviathan, or Satan Pink, or the amazing-magical-devil-woman, stood before her large mirror. Her dark blue jacket fit neatly, its diplomatic cut complementing her black skirt and matching leggings. Black dress shoes completed the outfit. Her hair, tied into two long twin tails, swayed slightly as she tilted her head, scrutinizing every detail.
"Ready!" she said cheerfully, feeling confident in herself. Then, she flinched, and coughed into her fist. Her tone then shifted, "I mean, yes, I am ready." This was her normal voice, her Satan voice, her leader voice.
She left her quarters, her guards standing at attention, though she hardly needed them. They watched her slide down the smooth, and highly-defined wooden railing. Her mood as bright as her soul.
Yet, when the Maou came down, her gaze looked over to someone standing near the large pink-iron doors that led to outside the castle.
"You look as pristine as always, fantasy-girl-satan-chan!"
Azazel leaned casually against the wall, his black and blonde hair oily, his eyes tired, and his entire appearance ragged and unkempt. But that was hardly unusual for the Governor-General of the Fallen Angels.
A disgraceful appearance in the presence of the Leviathan.
Serafall gave him a look—not of amusement, but frustration. "I hand over the diplomatic proceedings to you, leave Kyoto for one minute, and my imouto's friend gets kidnapped. And you have the audacity to come to me in this condition?"
He raised his hands in self-defense. "I'm close, but I'm not Kami-sama. I can't be everywhere at once. And as you can see, this only confirms my desperation from the incident. I would never disgrace my counterpart like this."
She pressed him further, her eyes narrowing. "Where were you? You were in charge of finding the Kyuubi and securing our alliance. And now it was poor Rias-chan and Sasuke-kun who did all the work?"
"... I was busy."
"Doing what?"
He rubbed the back of his head and avoided eye contact. "Gathering intelligence in the red-light district. Many humans know the Youkai, many women especially. I had to... convince them in various ways to share what they knew. It took time."
Serafall crossed her arms, suspicious. "What ways?"
"That doesn't matter. It went nowhere." He waved his hand dismissively. "Come on, I want this to stay diplomatic. I didn't want to bother Sirzechs about it. He already trusts me with so much, and he's far busier than I am. Plus, you're my favorite Satan. There's no one else I considered bringing this matter to."
The Maou smirked. "Your favorite? Hmph. Regardless, I had a hard time believing what happened when you first mentioned this. You weren't there, so how do you know a deity may be involved in this business? That's a big accusation."
"Sun Wukong."
Just the name carried weight. Though of a different religion, he was highly respected by all for his strength, diplomatic stature, and powerful wisdom.
"...Go on..."
Azazel answered, "Our Buddha friend told me he tried to save our Sasuke, but the power was no doubt Godly, which is why he failed to do so. We don't know if Hades is directly involved, or if the Hero Faction inappropriately used his power. That is why I want this resolved cleanly, professionally—no need for conflict. We just want our favorite human back, and we can all go home happy."
Serafall lowered her eyes, "I have no doubt in my mind that this pagan god is always stirring up trouble. Ever since Kami defeated the Greek Gods, he has been praying on our downfall, Devil or Angel. If Hades continues to pry into our alliance, then confrontation will be unavoidable." She raised her and, and below them, a magic circle with the emblem of House Sitri formed.
When they emerged on the borderlands between the Fallen Angel Territory and the Realm of the Dead, they felt the immediate, sweltering heat.
Hell was always portrayed as warm, but it was usually an exaggeration. Here, the heat felt alive, like a bonfire burning all around them.
What separated each realm was a massive, black, deep pit that stretched endlessly into the abyssal depths of Cocytus. Bridges of bone spanned the gap, making land crossings nearly impossible for either side.
Between the realms was a massive pit stretching deep into the dark depths of Cocytus. Bridges spanned the gap, making land invasions nearly impossible for either side. Teleportation magic though had rendered it less relevant, but not everyone could fly.
The Leviathan suddenly tensed, her voice confused. "Y-You?"
Standing just at the edge of the world, on a pile of rocks and bones, was, strangely, another Satan.
That green hair and cape of his rippled from the hot wind. His aura was calm, as it always was, yet it demanded respect from all. Everyone knew him, everyone trusted him. Though not the most liked Maou, he was powerful, feared, and admired in perfect balance.
"Ajuka-chan," Serafall said, her expression turning into a smile. "What are you doing here? And how did you know we were coming?"
When he turned, his expression was blank, unchanging to their sight. "I didn't." His voice was always quiet, soft, and sharp, yet it always reached its target's ears. "I heard some commotion and tremors. Something was happening with our undead neighbors. I came to investigate. I assume you two did the same?"
Azazel and Serafall looked at one another before the Fallen Angel answered, "We're here because someone important to our cause may have been kidnapped by Hades. A human. Strange, isn't it? For a god to take such interest in a boy who's just trying to do the right thing."
Ajuka waited a long moment before replying, "...That is peculiar, indeed. And who is this... boy you speak of?"
Serafall answered cheerfully, her voice slipping, "Uchiha Sasuke-chan, one of my imouto's and Rias chan's friends." Then her voice, turned cold, "The last thing we need is a war with with Hades. So, we just want him back, and then, we can all leave happy. However, if he refuses... well, then the Realm of the Dead may become the Realm of Ice."
A sudden, booming, commanding voice interrupted the three. Across the bridge stood grim reapers, their scythes drawn, as if the battle had already commenced. They were powerful, just from first glance. However, facing off against this trio would have been suicidal, even they knew that. Yet, that did not stop them from confronting their ancient foes.
"My name is Thanatos," one of them said, his voice firm, "And this is Orcus. Lord Hades is seeing no visitors—especially not ones with such... distasteful flesh."
Azazel stepped forward, "We fear we've lost someone—someone who may have wandered into your realm. Have you heard the name, Uchiha Sasuke? He is a human, so you may have to dig into your records. But we can wait."
There was a long, dramatic pause, before the one known as Orcus finally said, "... There is no one here by that name. Now, leave."
Serafall pressed, "We have it on good authority that he is here. We don't wish to disturb Hades-sama."
Thanatos repeated, "... There is no one here by that name."
The Governor-General smirked. "And where would he be, then? Perhaps he was sent elsewhere?"
Another long, drawn out pause.
"Humans are often seen in the human world—or being sexually tortured within the castles of the devils-region. Isn't that right, Lord Astaroth?" Orcus replied in a mocking tone.
The mention of Diodora Astaroth's crimes was well known throughout the world. It had brought great shame to his house and devil society as a whole, sparking a heated debate on how humans—or reincarnated devils—were recruited. Though the outrage was significant, nothing had come of it, as the entire Evil Piece system was too deeply relied upon by the faction to face any real reform.
Ajuka spoke, his tone mild and cool despite the tension. "You have to forgive us for our lack of professionalism. We'll never match the quality of expertise your pagan god possesses in stealing the souls of the deceased and causing eternal suffering. As we can see from you two, the effects are... detrimental."
"We are gods in our own right," Thanatos replied coldly. "You are just bats and crows."
Azazel sighed. "We can call each other names and bring up... incidents. Or, we can help one another." He lowered his eyes and smirked slightly. "Tell me, what happened to our human?"
There was no response—just silence. As the wind blew by, they all felt and saw ash raining down from the sky like snow atop a mountain. It fell thickly, carrying a smoky odor.
The Super Devil looked up, his eyes observing with interest, a faint smirk forming on his lips. "Perhaps you can answer me this," he said, pointing toward the sky. "When did your pagan god obtain a sun?"
The Maou and the Governor-General looked up. Far off in the distance, where the artificial moon of the realm of the dead was supposed to hover, loomed a dark, ominous sphere composed of mystique, pitch-black rock. Not only that, it was coated in unfamiliar, hot black flames, giving the appearance of a star—a corrupted version of the one in the human world.
They both stared in awe, unsure of what type of magic could be responsible for constructing such a colossal entity.
Thanatos turned his back to them, his voice final, "There is no one here by that name... now leave."
There was no direction, only swirling colors stretching endlessly in all directions. No ground beneath his feet, no sky above. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to go.
The Dimensional Gap
Sasuke's Rinnegan and Sharingan snapped open, their power flaring instinctively. Yet, despite the oppressive void, he could hear himself think. More strangely, he could hear sound—something that shouldn't have been possible here.
Ahead of him, floating, was a figure.
Him?!
His hair, once black, now white as snow. His skin, once peach, had turned pale as death. His eyes, once two, now three—with the third in his forehead. He wore the traditional robes of the Otsutsuki, truth-seeking orbs circling him, his staff of power resting in his hand.
Sasuke spoke, his voice oddly calm, "...What are you doing here?"
Uchiha Madara clenched his staff and grinned. "You brought me here. I've come to help."
"You're dead."
The Jinchuuriki chuckled. "Dead? Oh, my, how wrong you are. I'm alive as ever."
Sasuke threatened, his voice low, "Then I'll just have to kill you. What would this be, your third death?" He reached for his sword, yet when he grabbed it, he noticed it was one Orochimaru had given him—not the one he had been using since arriving here.
Madara's grin widened. "Well, well, now that would be interesting. But you won't. Do you know why?"
"I don't care to know."
"Because you're me—just younger. But you haven't learned. You haven't... died, like I have."
Sasuke burst into a laugh. "You wanted to destroy the world with your lies. Turn everyone into Zetsu's. You were Kaguya, just weaker. But I will build a real new world." He pointed his blade toward him. "And since you aren't alive, you don't need to know the details."
The smirk never faltered. "Careful now, I'm closer than you think."
Before he could strike, the void began to collapse inward. The colors of the gap began to distort and he himself began to tear a part, as if it was eating him.
Darkness.
And then—
He woke up.
Those eyes of his saw a familiar sight, feeling its recognition immediately. The brown, wooden, carved ceiling. It was the first thing he had truly recognized upon coming to this world.
Tepes Castle.
He had made it back.
His black eyes blinked, wondering if this, too, was a dream. When nothing changed, he finally sat his body up.
'Madara… what are you doing, haunting me?'
A sudden "tsk" alerted him. He looked over to see a woman sitting. Her eyes were deep red, her skin pale as snow, her long hair, blonde. She looked like… a drawing, or perhaps a painting. Too perfect. Nothing out of the ordinary, like for most vampires.
"I had hoped you would have died," the woman spoke, her face twisting with disgust. "Choking on your own years."
Sasuke groaned, his body shaky and heavy, a massive migraine circulating through his skull.
Then his body flinched, his face turned to panic, "Give me that mirror!" he said urgently.
She rebuked him, "Who do I look like, your servant? Know your place, human, or I'll feed you to my dogs."
The Uchiha got out of bed quickly and approached the mirror against the wall. He pressed his hand against his face and stared intently. The wrinkles he had last seen were gone. The color of his hair, once gray, had returned to black. His face, once hollow, was now filled. His physical strength and stamina, once drained, had come back.
"Yes," The woman spoke. "She fixed you. Solved your age issue." Then, her tone became venomous. "What else have you made her do for you, you disgusting, pathetic vermin? I don't doubt you had your lust-cravings, you sick old man. You are the lowest of the low, you hear me? And you serve that devil—gross upon gross. I've stepped on feces worth more than yo—"
Sasuke appeared close, his height towering over the woman, "What did you just say to me?" he asked, "I'm not one of your toys. Learn to speak to others properly, or you'll end up looking far worse than you already do." Frustrated, he tried grabbing her, to kick her out of the room.
"Get your filthy paws off me, you dirty rapist. You're no friend of hers!"
Now, the temptation came to throw her out of the window, but a sudden moan shifted his attention entirely. He walked over to the edge of the bed, where a couch rested. Looking down, he gave a gentle sigh. Lying there was none other than Valerie Tepes, in his room. She often came here when she was awake, or he went to hers when she wasn't, which was usually the case.
'There was more than enough room in the bed for the both of us.'
Gently, he lifted her up, but he was immediately called out.
"Put her down!" the awake vampire shouted. "I will call the guards! I will—"
"Lower. Your. Voice." Sasuke replied, his tone as menacing as it could be, "If you wake her up, you will rue the day you were born with a naturally long life. Suffering can exist for a lifetime."
That quieted her down.
Often times, whenever Valerie woke up because of outside influences, like noise, it could be dangerous. Her mind would scramble, the light would be too bright, the sound would be too loud. Her senses in general became very overwhelmed and she could not even walk or talk properly. He does not know why it happens, but it is very important that when she does wake up, it's because her own body tells her to.
When the dhampir was placed down, he sighed and sat on a chair next to the bed. His hands fell to his face, squeezing it, feeling the smoothness, yes, this was him. Still young, still with hope, still with a future.
"I CURSE YOU WITH HUMANITY!"
When Hades' scythe had cut him, it imbued a curse—a powerful one. It accelerated his aging so rapidly that he turned from what he was into an old man within just a few hours. Had he been a supernatural being, like a devil, perhaps he would have endured it longer—or perhaps not.
He hadn't faced the full might of the God, as Chibaku Tensei had imprisoned him, but that was his choice. In his anger, Sasuke had wanted to destroy the world Hades seemed to love so much—his world—without ever fighting him directly. A tad sadistic in nature, but his enemy was a God. Nothing about it felt unfair in his eyes.
In the corner of his eye, on the table next to the bed, was the answer to the looming question.
There was perhaps no better antidote to any curse, any poison, any sense of misfortune, than the Sephiroth Graal. Its power is by far one of the most spectacular things this world had come to offer. And when he arrived, she must have used it to cure him, and set his age correctly. Simply using the sacred gear does not hurt her, as sacred gears are meant to be used. However, she had used its most powerful feat, reviving the dead, on numerous occasions, and now, it likely hurts to do anything else.
"Drink it." The vampire across the room said quietly, "She said to tell you if you woke up. Finish it, and you'll go back to being young again."
Sasuke immediately did so, and it was perhaps the most elegant-tasting liquid he had ever consumed.
When he placed it down, he made sure it was near her. Behind the pillow, just in case Marius came snooping around for it.
"You're wrong." Sauke then said to the vampire, "This is me, at my oldest. I was never the man you saw me as." he then explained, "I was cursed by a grim reaper, and aged extremely rapidly. He slashed my life. I'm not sure what I would have done had she not been here."
The woman gasped, "Reapers? How disgusting! Undead filth..." she then crossed her arms and avoided his eyes, "... I apologize, then. I didn't believe her when she said you were a friend. I thought she didn't have any here. Ever since that brother of hers usurped his father and aligned with that devil."
"Who are you? I've never seen you around here."
"Elmenhilde Karnstein," The vampire said with a bow. "I represent the Queen of the Carmilla Vampire Faction. I came here for peace talks, as our Houses are on the brink of war. But Lord Marius has been making me wait for... days. He does not want to see me. I would like your advice, since you seem to know this place, does he often make his diplomatic envoys wait?"
What a mouthful of a name.
Sasuke replied, "I will give you some advice. Leave. This place is dangerous, and Marius is a coward. I have overheard your squabbles before. They have no intention of defusing them. He wants to prove himself, and wants to submit your faction. Also, some members from your side are hiding here. Not sure what they are doing, but last I seen them they were being led to the basement. I suppose, though, that was your true intention for coming here?"
She swallowed hard and gave a nod, a horrified look on her face. Clearly, she knew things were bad, but not this bad.
It was true. Many men from the vampire female-led Carmilla Faction had started feeling… insignificant. When news spread that the Holy Grail could enhance the power of vampires, they seized the opportunity to grow stronger.
Elmenhilde rose to her feet, "I should take her with me." she said softly, looking at Valerie, "But they'd stop me. Crucify me. Or worse, give me to one of their… abominations." Her face then frowned, "Look at her. She's dying. When I got here, a few days ago, she was running around. I couldn't even get a word with her either until she wanted to rest."
Sasuke looked at her oddly, "... Running?" she didn't run. Maybe skip, jog, jump if daring, but running took... a lot of energy.
She nodded, "When I arrived, Valerie was approaching every vampire in this castle, as well as the ones guarding outside. She wanted to see if they would join those barbaric dragons on some attack they were planning to do. Some went, some didn't. It made me think that some of these useless lot actually support her over her brother. But of course, Marius told her to stop making so much noise, and to stop trying to harm his rule."
He stared back, his eyes widened.
'It wasn't Euclid. It was you.'
Of course, Euclid did not command the vampires, nor did Rizevim. Only Marius held that authority, yet some seemed to have honored her request to fight for her.
The pure-blood vampire bowed once more, "I will leave and bring this all to my Queen at once." Elmenhilde then approached him, and, strangely, placed her hand on his cheek. "I apologize again for my hurtful words. It looks like you were the one she was so worried about. I was wrong. Thank you for the information. I don't know why you're here, but be careful, human. War will come soon… and you're too pretty to burn."
She then stood on her toes, inspecting the area around his neck, "Are you currently marked by anyone? No? That's a surprise."
"...Am I what?"
Elmenhilde giggled. "My apologizes, I forgot it works differently here. In our faction, we are led by women, so whenever we see someone we come to be fond of, especially if they are human, we will mark them to be ours. It's a mutual, beneficial relationship, but it is not forced. There are other factions that practice such things, but not us." She inspected him once more, "... But you don't seem to have any bites anywhere."
Sasuke lowered his eyes. "I'm no servant."
"...Ah, it isn't servitude as you imagine. It's more…" she suddenly blushed. "...more... carnal obedience..."
"...No."
The vampire pulled back. "Well, if you ever wish to assist us, come to our castle. If not for our sake, then for Valerie's. We're on the opposite side of these mountains. But be careful, as we often clash in border disputes. Take care and be safe."
With that, she left the room, hopefully to return home before it was too late.
Now alone, Sasuke stared down at the bed, his eyes distant, his expression soft.
'You were right about one thing,' he thought. 'I am no friend.'
Valerie is a flower, slowly withering. How long before her petals fall apart and return to the ground?
There was no desire to see Euclid, Rizevim, or the Evil Dragons. He would eventually report on the entire issue, but there was no rush. He wanted to leave, to go elsewhere. Somewhere warm, somewhere where he could actually speak to someone.
Kuoh immediately came to mind, but the thought of returning now felt exhausting. He would have to explain too much—perhaps not to the school, but still. No, another place crossed his mind, or rather, someone in particular.
Yes, she came to mind. Her black hair, her violet eyes, and that soothing voice. Never too panicked, never too draining to listen to.
The shrine.
A peaceful place to visit. Not as grand as the one in Kyoto, but there would be someone there—someone familiar.
Either be alone, or see her.
"Issei! I heard you were exploring the red-light district in Kyoto without us!?"
Kuoh Academy student Hyoudou Issei sat with his hand holding his head up, his expression and mood filled with a sense of melancholy. When his school returned from Kyoto, they were given a break to reunite with their families and prepare for the winter quarter. However, it had not been full of relaxation for them. There was a lot of preparation for the upcoming Rating Game against Sairaorg Bael.
And then, of course… the other reason for the cloud above his head.
"We were supposed to go together!" Matsuda cried. "You bribed Azazel-sensei to let you go alone!"
Issei raised his hands in defense. "It was every man for himself! Sensei knew all the great spots, and if we'd all gone together, it would've raised suspicion!"
"Did you see anything good!?" Motohama pressed. "We kept getting caught at the hotel!"
The pawn leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes with a smug grin. "I've seen things… things they don't even show online." A massive blush overtook his face. "Such great things…"
"What things!?" They screamed in unison.
Before his friends could punish him out of envy, a feminine voice interrupted from beside his desk.
Aika Kiryuu grinned, mocking the trio. "I see the no-action trio didn't get any action again." She crossed her arms, "I got my full, no doubt. I organized some of the girls from the Kendo Club with a few of the Theater Club pretty boys. And watched."
"Watching is the best you'll ever get to!" Motohama snapped back.
"Speaking of watching better men," Kiryuu added, turning her gaze to Issei. "Where's Uchiha-kun? I heard a rumor he got drugged, joined an orgy, and is in the hospital."
"That's just a rumor!" Issei yelled. "That you started!"
"Sometimes fantasies become rumors, and then become reality."
Hyoudou spat, "You're gross. Lowest of the low. He will never go for you."
"Truly." Motohama added.
"Embarrassment..." Matsuda muttered.
Suddenly, a collective gasp swept across the classroom. The four looked over to see one of their classmates standing by the window with her hand covering her mouth and her eyes wide.
"What is it, Hase-chan?" Asia asked, walking over.
"It's him!"
The entire class surged toward the windows, shoving to get a look outside. Almost in unison, the students erupted in both awe, admiration, jealousy, and glee.
Walking through the school's front gates was one of the great onee-samas of Kuoh Academy. She stood tall, her black hair tied back, blowing gently in the wind.
Akeno Himejima wore a graceful smile, one far brighter than usual.
And beside her, just a tad taller, was the academy's mysterious dark-haired student.
Uchiha Sasuke looked awkward, his expression blank, yet not as annoyed as he often appeared.
They had often been seen together in the past, so at first glance, it was nothing unusual.
Except, now, there was one more detail.
A scandalous public display of affection.
Arm-in-arm, the two strolled through the staring crowd, silence falling over the usually roudy courtyard.
The implication was impossible to deny.
This was no casual walk to school—this was a statement.
A declaration that, they, together, are together.
"Sometimes, I wonder why she wanted it so desperately."
There was nothing wrong with being alone, and no one understood that better than he did. Sasuke was alone-between classes, during lunch, and after school, unless training was scheduled. It was simply who he was, nothing out of the ordinary. Yet, when he ate lunch by the fountain at school today, he wasn't alone. In fact, he had not been alone ever since arriving back in Kuoh.
His black eyes drifted toward Akeno, who was unpacking her lunch—or rather, both her lunches. She must have been eating more to replenish the calories burned from training. Smart of her to be prepared.
She had still not asked him where he had gone, or rather, where he had been sent. But he wasn't eager to disclose it.
Over the past few days, he had come to learn quite a bit about her. Some things he already knew, others he didn't.
"I'm a Fallen Angel," she said somberly, her tone heavy. "Disgusting, isn't it? Being a mix of devil, human, and Fallen Angel?"
He had stared at her, wondering if this was her idea of humor or something more serious. His initial response hadn't been ideal.
"…I had no idea," he said with sarcasm. "... I've never suffered betrayal like this. How could you?"
That hadn't landed well, humor or not. But he quickly added, more sincerely.
"If you were even a shred different than you are now, I would leave and not come back."
That had been better.
Later, she shared the story of her father, Baraqiel, and her mother... as well as how it ended.
Sasuke had hesitated to offer advice because his immediate instincts suggested justifiable anger—yes, even rage—to be heavily emotional, to harbor justifiable resentment and disappointment over the lack of action from her father. Her mother had been killed right before her eyes, an extremely traumatic memory to recall. She had been physically barred from her arms and made to watch.
Even when his own parents had died, Sasuke had only seen the memories in genjutsu. He had not witnessed it in person, had not seen with his own eyes his parents being cut down, since they were already down when he found them at home.
That had shredded his instincts and forced him to slow down, to take a step back and view the situation as a whole.
"Your father had one choice his entire life. Loyalty to Azazel, to serve in his Grigori. Perhaps he owed it to him. Perhaps he didn't. But not so long ago, he found your mother, married her, and then you happened. He had a choice—his duty or his family. And when it mattered most, he must have realized then, he chose wrong. He stayed in the underworld, and he came too late to save his family."
He shook his head.
"You have every reason to be upset. I don't blame you. I don't think anyone could. Especially considering what happened after, how you roamed without guidance. That's what bothers me the most. A clan is a clan, they stick by one another, no matter what. They should have been there. They should have been there, for you, if not for your dead mother.
Sasuke thought about his own clan then—the Uchiha Clan Massacre. Had just one other member survived, a boy or girl his age, a father or mother figure, or even an elder to look up to, they would have taken care of him, no doubt.
No doubt in his mind.
"You are strong. I'm not sure I would have handled it with... patience, as you have. You have not let it take over you, and that is an important strength." He paused, "...Yet... he is your only parent alive, and he must regret that decision deeply. There is no right answer, but there are wrong ones. Good thing you have not let the wrong ones consume you with hate or vengeance. Whatever you decide. forgiveness or not. I will help you."
Akeno had leaned against him after that, her eyes soft, unsure what to do, what to feel, what to think. But it did comfort her, telling him, getting it off her chest. Only Rias had known. They watched the snow together around a bonfire at the shrine. It was a lot to deal with at once, but he was there, and he did not leave, until she felt the desire to sleep.
Now, they were back at Kuoh Academy.
"I made you a lunch."
Sasuke looked over at her, his own lunch already open and about to be eaten, "... I already have mine. You should keep yours for later."
"I made you a lunch."
Her face was smiling, her eyes closed, her head tilted slightly. This was a social cue, one she hoped he would recognize. It was not his specialty, but he was learning fast.
"...Thanks." he said, taking the box she offered and setting his aside for later.
Akeno looked away, a slight blush, "... If you want, I can bring you one tomorrow."
"...Sure."
That meant to bring him one everyday.
From what he can understand from this moment, is that, to her and to many, making food for someone is considered a very signature sign of affection. Which made sense to him, since symbolically and literally it was feeding a person, keeping them alive, giving them what they needed.
"They are all staring." Sasuke said looking around, "... Did something happen while I was gone?"
The Queen gave a nod, "Yes, something important happened. Very important, in fact."
"... What is it?"
She leaned in closer, whispering as if not wanting anyone to overhear. He respected that and leaned in as well. When her lips neared his ear, he waited for words, but none came. Instead, a gentle, soft touch met his cheek. He felt her lips against his skin, the scent of her perfume filling his senses—soothing, not overly intoxicating.
A sudden wave of rowdy whispers erupted from their fellow students. He glanced over, half-expecting another school fight to be breaking out. Those were common, usually involving Issei and his friends being assaulted by women—likely in self-defense.
"…...Why?" he asked, rubbing the wetness from his cheek. "Did I do something?"
Akeno giggled. "Ara, just giving the crowd what they want." She leaned against him. "And because I wanted to. Do you mind?"
He shook his head. "No, but I'd like some… warning."
These two didn't know relationships—at least, not in the traditional sense. She learned about romance, of course, through media. She adored the concept, often reading about it or imagining it. A dream of love had always been a part of her.
As for him, he… knew nothing. He had never inquired about it, never imagined it.
Yet, somehow, they were doing just fine.
The 'King' stood alongside another 'King'.
Both peerages had gathered in the clubroom, and the statement of the day had spread through the halls like wildfire. Rias leaned against her desk, her crimson hair falling over her shoulder as her mind wandered. Two people were missing—not late, but not as early as usual, especially for them individually.
She still couldn't believe Sasuke was back after being gone. She had witnessed him vanish right before her eyes. Yet, he was back, likely acting nonchalant about it.
There was a desire to simply summon him, to ask him a million questions, to inquire. To wonder, to worry, to be relieved. Yet, she had come to know him a little, and so she knew—when he wanted to come and tell, he would.
"…Is it true?" Sona asked, breaking the silence. She stood curious, yet with a mixed reaction, "That seems... unprofessional for Himejima-chan. I mean, for it to be so open. Public displays of affection are against the rules of the school, and not wise in general. And relationships within our ranks? Likely a bad idea as well."
Rias gave a smile, "Don't be so cynical. Relationships can be amazing. And... Akeno loves to love. There's no shame in that."
"You sound jealous."
Rias flinched, her posture stiffening slightly. "About what?"
Her friend smiled. "We both are." She adjusted her glasses, "That same boy who refused to join either of our peerages, yet stays so close—so close—as if teasing us. It's bad to hide it, Rias. Before, you and I had a deal, since we knew he had potential the moment he joined this school. Yet, we didn't know he would become so powerful and reliable. Still, I didn't expect him to confess himself to your Queen. Truth be told, I didn't think he was the type to accept or disclose such feelings. I figured he was more..."
"... Like you?" Her friend finished, "Well, I think it's a great thing." Then, her tone lightened, "But as her King, I won't let her go so easily. If he wants her hand, he'll have to come to me with a strong dowry."
The student-council president smiled, feeling the amusement, then, she whispered, "I heard from Saji. Did Uchiha-kun say anything on what happened?"
"... We did not even know he was back until today."
A heavy creek came at the clubrooms door. All eyes turned toward the entrance, the missing pair had finally arrived.
When they entered, it should have been nothing unusual. But it was most certainly unique. Relationships, as of now, were uncommon in this clubroom. No one was dating one another, though many harbored unrevealed feelings.
Akeno stood out, as she often did. Her confidence had never seemed higher, her smile never more genuine. Her arm was loosely draped around Uchiha Sasuke, as if showing him off to the world.
He was as blank as ever, composed, his posture straight and erect. Though, when they saw his awkwardness from being held, he looked more like a prisoner.
The two pawns stood in the back, eyeing with pure envy.
"If she's a general," Issei muttered under his breath, "I'd surrender in an instant."
"Gladly..." Saji whispered back.
Xenovia, who some suspected had her own passion for the human, cried out, "Sensei! What happened to you!?" she ran up to him, brazenly close, "Even Sun Wukong tried to help you escape, but he said something about godly power—he—"
The Uchiha answered, his voice soft yet firm, "...They sent me to Cocytus," he lied. "I got lost. It was a very difficult place to navigate. But I made it back." His tone seemed final, as if that were the end of the story. They, of course, had no reason not to believe him.
Cocytus—the deepest part of the Underworld. It hosted some of the most twisted, defiled, anguished, sadistic, and monstrous souls in existence. It served as a convenient cover, with a direct link between that place and the Realm of the Dead. It would keep people from getting too nosy. Admitting that he had been a prisoner of a Greek god would only lead to more questions than he was willing to answer.
Rias crossed her arms and smiled at him. "I had no doubt you would come back in one piece."
'The monkey...' He recalled him. It hadn't been his intention to genuinely insult the Buddha like that, but it was in the heat of the moment. Then again, Sasuke didn't appreciate being called "boy" or constantly being told what to do—especially in a fight.
'He was pure senjutsu and seemed as ancient as they come. Far stronger than the Kyuubi. If anyone knew where I had gone, it would be him. Yet, he did not tell them.'
Sasuke then locked eyes with the King and walked toward her. He came close, closer than usual, his dark eyes still soft. She was not used to him this close, not used to his... eagerness to see her. But she did not flinch, or fumble, as she often did whenever around him.
There was a strong hint of pride in his voice, "I heard you did well, despite my... disappearance. Good. When leadership breaks, everything else falls apart." A sudden smile came to him, "It's been a pleasure seeing your fortitude has improved, despite the chaos. It will only get worse, but we're all counting on you to make up for our shortfalls."
Yes, Rias did swallow and slightly avoid his eyes. He had that smile on his face, the one that often swayed people toward him. It was hard to look at for long without feeling some heat, "Thank you. That means a lot. And I knew you'd be fine. Though, I'd be lying if I said we weren't… concerned." Her eyes lit up with sudden recollection. "Oh, and Lady Yasaka—the Kyuubi—were worried as well. She wishes to thank you personally for, as she put it, gently subduing her.'"
Saji mumbled under his breath, "Is that what happened?"
"I'll stay away from Kyoto," Sasuke replied. "I prefer it here."
Sona commented, "They will be attending the upcoming Rating Game. I'm sure you can accept their grace, as the Maous will. My sister, in particular, was very impressed to know that everything had gone to plan. Though, she voiced concern for your... well-being as well. You've helped put us on the map, despite not being a devil, and for that, you have our gratitude—always."
He stared at her, the words processing.
A soft purring sound broke his focus. He looked down to see a mess of white hair pressed against his stomach. Koneko's golden eyes stared up at him, her gaze unblinking. Without waiting for permission, she hugged him tightly.
"You were gone. Too long." Koneko said softly. He rubbed the top of her head, his hand reaching to the back of it. A nudge, pressing her against his stomach. Yes, she wanted to be here.
"Oi," Kiba called from across the room, "Their swordsman was crazy. But I hurt him a bit before they all retreated."
"That fight prepared us for the Rating Game better than any training could," Xenovia added. "But we still need to prepare more."
"Too much pressure," Gasper muttered, his voice trembling. "Do I really have to fight?"
"We all fight," Rias said firmly. "Or none of us fight."
Issei stepped forward and raised his fist toward Sasuke. "I was worried," he admitted. "But... I made sure to give Cao Cao a good right hook. He felt it. Badly."
Sasuke stared at him for a moment, then gave a faint nod. "Good. I'll be sure to remind him of that when I settle the score."
The room grew tense at his words.
"You're going to face the Hero Faction?" Sona asked, her brow furrowing. "... By yourself?"
"Hopefully," Sasuke replied. "I wouldn't want anyone else getting in the way."
Rias smiled faintly, though concern flickered in her eyes. "I hope we can handle them together. As a unit. No doubt they'll make a move again. The only reason the last fight ended was because Sun Wukong scared them off. Azazel-sensei eventually arrived too."
"That's one way of putting it..." Issei muttered under his breath.
"The Rating Game," Akeno finally spoke, "We'll need all the help we can get—from Lady Sona, and from you." She gave Sasuke's arm a playful tug, her smile teasing as she glanced at the others, who stared with quiet envy.
Sasuke looked at her hand on his arm, then at her smile. "Very well."
Rias stood by the door and faced them all. She took a deep breath and prepared herself, "This Rating Game will be the most important one so far. Yes, even more than the one against Riser. The whole world will be watching. We, have improved, far better than we realized. There is no denying it, and even now, we are the underdogs in this match. I say to you all, train, focus, and we will win this. I love my cousin, but this victory is within our grasp, we only have to take it!
They all clapped, cheered, felt the faith from there King. Even Sona's peerage wished for the success. No doubt the closest two among the Young Devils. Having them to fight and train with during this intense moment will only help them all. Strategy, fortitude, endurance, strength, it was all something they all could improve and only grow from.
Gasper whimpered, "... The whole world?" he asked softly, "How many is that?"
Sona smiled, "Virtually every major God from every major religion. It would be easier to list who isn't coming."
Sasuke suddenly smirked, 'Not every God...'
He wondered if his Chibaku Tensei remained. That special rock in the Realm of the Dead also had strong magical properties. It might be difficult to break apart like regular earth.
Kiba suddenly patted him on the back. "It's good to have you back. It truly wasn't the same without you." He smiled warmly. "You can't be fooled. You know how... worried we were. We wanted to stay in Kyoto, but only Azazel-sensei did. He said it would be his responsibility."
Sasuke looked around the room, taking in the smiles and faces of those who knew him. Even Gasper and Asia, who were often cautious of him, seemed satisfied to see him. The student council's peerage, though he hadn't come to know them deeply, also thought of him as one of their own. It did not matter that he was human, just as it did not matter that Irina was a reincarnated Angel. Rias, too, looked at him, though her gaze a tad more soft, maybe even sad, but he did not know why. While Akeno was giving her comforting expression, the one he was beginning to become fond of looking at himself.
This growing group had each other's backs, and would fight for one another, no matter what.
'They would have come for me.' he thought.
Yes, had they known he was imprisoned in the Realm of the Dead, they would have come—just as the evil dragons had.
No doubt. No doubt at all.
'Sound...
Loud...
Why...?
Friends...
Why...?'
The Infinite Dragon God levitated silently in the center of the hall. Her power was so vast that it would normally have dominated the room without effort. She was almighty, a being far more powerful than all of the others here combined.
Yet, there was still this... ringing in her ears. An increasing, grating noise that she despised.
Her gaze drifted over the group before her. Despite her overwhelming aura, they continued talking, moving, and shifting in their seats. Every word they spoke, every whisper and gesture, only amplified that horrible sound.
Ophis loathed these moments. It wasn't fear or defiance that disturbed her. It was this—this unbearable, constant noise of existence around her.
"The Three-Factions' growing alliance is encompassing many sects of various religions. They are building an alliance like no other. Yet, we have nothing to show for it!"
"Perhaps if our grand leader showed some tenacity, we would be motivated to do the same!"
"Do not fret. This could work in our favor. Ancient tensions will brew once more, as they always have. We can use this resentment to recruit those dissatisfied—perhaps even some of the more historically neutral religions to our cause."
"Ajuka Beelzebub has been rooting out some spies in the Underworld. Rats, he calls them. Executing them in tribunals. Luckily, they were only loose-associates."
There had been growing frustration within the Khaos Brigade. Though not a centralized organization, it was still one with various powerful factions and many connections to influential entities. However, the built-up tension stemmed from the fact that, despite having arguably the second most powerful entity in the world leading them, they had been suffering defeat after defeat.
And yet, Ophis did not seem to care.
"...Silence..." The Infinite Dragon God commanded, yet no one reacted.
And neither did they it seemed.
Euclid suddenly spoke, a smirk on his face, "Our friends in the Hero Faction, in their infinite wisdom, decided to attack the Kyuubi in Kyoto. And now, the West Youkai Faction has declared for our enemies. Not only that, the little sister of the pretender-Lucifer was caught in the attack. But I'm sure it was not their intention to be an utter embarrassment for us all."
"They say Zeus may guide the Greek Gods toward them as well."
Another voice replied, "It's only a matter of time before all the youkai factions, as well as the entire Eastern religions, join them! And if they do, the Shinto gods will feel pressured to follow!"
"Human youth. Human ignorance. Human naiveite. Human failure."
Rizevim rubbed his chin and chuckled, "Green boy. That toy spear of yours really makes you think you're quite the man, eh, Cao Cao?"
[THUD]
The leader of the Hero Faction stood tall before them and explained, "I had orders from Ophis—to use the Kyuubi's power to raise hell in Kyoto, then utilize it to draw out Great Red from the Dimensional Gap." He looked around the room, lowering his eyes. "From the looks of it, we are the only ones actually contributing to this organization's true goal!"
This room held many powerful figures, and the next to speak was a god. His appearance was strange compared to the others. Though he had a body, it resembled more of a shadow or a phantom. Yet, his form was well-defined, muscular, and, most importantly, powerful. His eyes were not eyes but wide streaks of glowing red fire.
Angra Mainyu - The Evil God of Zoroastrianism - Had recently joined the Khaos Brigade when it began to grow.
"... And how did that go, boy?" The deity spoke.
Euclid, once again, fueled the fire, "Very well. I heard rumors that Sun Wukong will declare for our foes at the next rating game in the underworld." He looked to Cao Cao, "I have to ask you, did you not confront this... baboon? Why did you not deal with him?" Though, the devil knew full-well, that the Hero Faction combined, would not win that fight.
Cao Cao lowered his eyes. "The Buddha is a godly entity. He is fearsome. And we were betrayed."
Ophis suddenly floated above him, her gaze fixed on the spearman. Though her expression and presence gave no overt hostility, the tension thickened.
"You lied, Cao Cao," she said plainly. "You told me our friend would join you. Friends don't lie."
Euclid interrupted again, chuckling softly. "Ah, yes. Human-for-human. Another folly for the descendant of heroes, it seems."
They of course were speaking about Sasuke, but only a few in the room knew of the context.
Cao Cao ignored the Dragon God and smirked at the Devil. "Battle is chaos. It's often difficult to determine friend from foe. If a fellow human were to unfortunately pass away, then we should sleep well, knowing they are resting in peace with the God of Souls."
Behind Rizevim, a low, grumbling voice spoke as a new figure stepped forward, unafraid of the spear being postured. His black and blonde hair complemented his mismatched, multi-colored eyes, which stared with amusement.
Crom Cruach's grin widened. "The God of Souls? I haven't heard much of him," he chuckled. "Strange, isn't it? Hades never fails the opportunity to send an emissary to these meetings. Perhaps he's sleeping somewhere."
"... What do you mean?" The boy asked, his tone full of skepticism.
"You haven't heard?" replied Euclid, full of smug, "Someone set the Realm of the Dead on fire."
[DARKNESS]
The room was suddenly engulfed in a swarm of pitch-black darkness. It filled the space so fast that only the stronger representatives reacted in time. All they could see was the Dimension Gap swallowing any light that dared to reach through. However, just as quickly as it appeared, the darkness vanished entirely.
Ophis spoke now, her power eclipsing the shadows, restoring the room to its normal state.
"... Don't, Nyx." The dragon god warned.
A young woman with long, tied black hair stood up, her face set in a strong, low, menacing glare. An ominous aura of pure darkness surrounded her, a sign not only of her immense power but also of her ruthless personality.
The Greek Goddess of the Night, Nyx, eyed the room coldly. "Someone set my uncle Hades-sama's realm ablaze. And now, he appears to be missing. Does anyone in this room know anything about it? Speak now, because if I find out who is behind it, and no one here informed me, you will suffer the unbearable consequences the perpetrators will." Her eyes traced to Crom Cruach, "A firestorm like that makes me think of disgusting dragons. Do you wish to disclose something, you beast?"
"Mind your tongue, whore-of-night." Apophis said, standing next to his fellow dragon, "A common civil-dispute has no need to irk the attention of other Gods or Goddesses."
Nyx sat down, "The Grim Reapers offered me no explanation. They just remained silent, even lambs speak more than they do. Perhaps, it was someone sent to my uncle."
Though she was not actually Hades' niece, the Goddess did have a strong sense of admiration for the Skeleton-God. As did her brothers. Many of the darker and more evil-minded Greek deities often sided with the God of the Dead over Zeus in many occasions.
Cao Cao hid caution, "Those who go to Hades, do not come back."
Rizevim grinned, "Be warned, green child. Our boy is much more crafty than you give him for."
Georg, who had been standing behind his leader leaned in, panic in his voice, "... He escaped!?"
However, his friend hushed him.
The leader of Hexennacht, Walburga, smiled, "Oi, pretty boy. If you want, you could thrust that big-boy spear of yours into me. I know how much you like to pull it out."
Cao Cao looked away, his voice low. "...You're not my type."
Walburga pressed further, a sly grin forming. "I had a feeling you prefer being entered more than entering. No matter." She flexed the massive cross on her back—her own holy-based Sacred Gear—and added, "How's your Hindu god doing? Is he satisfied with our work?"
Surprisingly, Georg answered instead, "...We are not associated with the God of War. We do contracts for resources, as you yourself perform. And… he's furious with you. I wouldn't recommend ever visiting Mount Meru again, if I were you."
She laughed maniacally. "Just because we serve one Hindu god doesn't mean we can't serve another. That was never in the contract. Indra wanted his army enhanced for magical strength, and we obliged! Yet, when it came to our… deluxe special, he refused. So, I brought the offer to Shiva, who gladly accepted. It's just business."
"…Don't tell him that," Georg finished coldly. "He will kill you."
Vali Lucifer sighed loudly, "Who the bloody hell cares about the Hindu gods? If there's nothing of substance in this meeting, I'm leaving."
[BOOM]
This was not the sound of a god wielding power. No, this was the sound of a dead man rising. The sound echoed through the room, reaching one person who had sat silently until now. Slowly, he stood. He had not spoken a word throughout the entire meeting, yet he knew this was his moment. His only moment. His last moment.
Shalba Beelzebub stepped forward into the center of the room. The long brown hair he had being brushed back, his royal purple cape flowing back behind him. He was the least leader of his faction, they all knew, yet, he came as if he had a second-wind to life. A surge of fury, and determination in his eyes, like they had not seen before.
"Who killed our spies? Ajuka. Who killed my allies? The Three Factions. Who caused the decline of all your religions? God Almighty and His Kingdom of Heaven. Nyx, you wish to know who attacked Hades? Who set fire to the Realm of the Dead? Look no further... than the heavenly dragon of destruction. His name is Hyoudou Issei, the Sekiryūutei. He is dragon incarnate, capable of ending you entirely. And do not be fooled, it came under the order of the pretender-Satans. Cao Cao, you want to prove you are worthy of the spear you wield? Then use it when all your foes are gathered together at once!"
"My old friend Rizevim would have you conquer an irrelevant false world. Our leader Ophis offers us even less."
"But I say, we take it all! The Underworld! The Vatican! Purgatory! Heaven! Mount Olympus! Mount Asgard! Valhalla! The ancient magical libraries of the human world! Wealth, power, and vengeance—for you stepped-on gods and your pissed-on religions!
"We strike them all down in a single blow so our spies in the shadows, our gods hiding in plain sight, can rise and take the lead of all factions and put an end to this facade alliance!
"I say we take it all!"
Vali Lucifer looked around the faces of the room. The smirking, the grinning, the drooling over potential. The roar of support, the cheer at the speech, all that vendetta each person had in this room was expressing.
Kuroka leaned in close, whispering gently, "I saw Sasuke-chan, Georg sent him to the Realm of the Dead. Shalba is lying."
The Hakuryuūkō thought, 'I figured as much. Still, it does not seem to matter. They all want blood. To hell with logic. It's all about desire. Shalba has a death wish, and he wants us to die with him. Does he even care about being Maou anymore? Still, I can't imagine everyone here going along with this. Who will betray who?'
Rizevim shook his head and inspected his nails with a grin, "Kya! That destruction sounds amazing, but… I'd prefer it to be for something useful. You all can have your fun, but we'll be… masturbating to the carnage from afar."
'As you always do.' Crom Cruach muttered to himself. He exchanged a look with Apophis, who had the same thought.
The Persian and Greek Gods nodded toward one another. Devils, Fallen Angels, disgruntled members of the Church seemed to feel the heat and felt the passion in it as well. Human-Magician factions also seemed to agree that they were getting nothing from this alliance, so far. Perhaps, Shalba, could lead them into success. As for the other potential outcome? Well, they will cross that road if it comes.
A sudden mounting pressure alerted them all, impossible to ignore. For just a brief moment, silence had returned.
Ophis then spoke, she declared, "There will be no strike."
That should have ended the discussion.
It was rare for the Infinite Dragon God to flex her power, but they felt it—the intensity, the overwhelming weight of it. The sheer force of her will silenced the room.
Yet, even under the crushing presence of her command, they glanced at one another. These were beings who thrived on breaking rules, shattering laws, and defying sacred vows. Comradery? Chain of command? It meant nothing to them. Everything revolved around their desires. No matter how insane a plan seemed, if there was something in it for them, they would take the risk.
And they wanted it all.
In that moment, most of Khaos Brigade did not see Ophis as their fearsome leader, but instead, as a roadblock floating in their way of want.
I was originally going to make the next chapter the rating game, which is where some stuff happens.
But I think I'll need one more "chill" chapter for some scenes I still really want to do.
Also, I'm not sure when this story will end, but it will not go too far into the Light Novels. So, that is why I decided to simply combine characters like Nyx and Angra Mainyu into the Khaos Brigade (way sooner). They are cool. I may add some more, so if there are characters in the LN you wish to see, MAYBE I can add them.
I also hate OC characters, so I'd rather use them.