/ "Dialogue." /
/ 'Internal Thoughts.' /
/ "Flashback Dialogue." /
F3mi: There was one idea I had for both Naruto/Sasuke in DxD.
It would be generic, at first. Kids again. Memories wiped (they would return). Separated as they grew up. Naruto/Church. Sasuke/Grigori. The unique factor would be that when they eventually meet each other (and remember)... let's just say they are NOT happy, and are very, very hostile.
Anyways, this story is M-Rated (Hint, hint).
There had never been a time when he walked into the castle without the forever scowl on his face.
Rizevim Livian Lucifer smirked, reclining as if this entire ordeal amused him. His silver hair shimmered under the dim light, and in his hand was the Sephiroth Graal. He waved the cup back and forth, now suddenly annoyed by the lack of power within it. The grail had become his favorite cup, and he had become addicted to its content. No other liquid could produce so much power as the one in this sacred gear.
Euclid sat nearby, flipping through the black book that had been aggressively thrown to him, a smug smile playing on his lips. His expression shifted from boredom, to intrigue, to outright amusement. There was even a small chuckle.
"Your Majesty, it appears our friends Indra and Hades hold a certain level of respect for our favorite human."
The superdevil grinned. "You go, boy. Show those pagan losers your might. Bring chaos to their realms, madness to their people, show them what it means to cross you. Or for them to say no."
Sasuke eventually spoke, his eyes low, his tone low with restrained anger, "I'm starting to suspect just how long have you been playing me for a fool? No, don't answer. That was my mistake. I let it happen. But now, I'm done. I want answers, and I will have them. When does it end? Your deceit, your games? I've given you everything, and still, you plot behind my back. Tell me, did you send me on this mission for nothing?" He paused, his voice dropping further, "And Ophis… what did you do to her? You told me she was my way back. Now, she's weakened. So much that even I could take her down if I wished. What does that mean for me? How does that serve my purpose?"
"You, you, you!" Lucifer replied in a mocking tone while inspecting his polished nails. "Is 'you' all 'you' ever think about!?"
He deadpanned. "Yes."
Rizevim grinned, "That's the answer I wanted to hear. Selfishness. Greed. Ambition. Wrath… ah, music to my ears!" He waved his hand dismissively. "Yes, I struck a deal with that naïve little spearman and my dear old friend. And where are they now?" He let out a delighted chuckle. "Dead! Rotting! Forgotten!"
He leaned forward, his smirk widening. "But don't sulk. No, no, no. I have a gift for you. A new Ophis. An improved one. Stronger. Purer. And best of all... ours."
They had never outright disrespected the Uchiha, likely because they had some admiration for him being from another world. Or perhaps, they had feared him as an enemy. It had become very apparent when they had first met the shinobi that he was clearly not someone to take lightly, and they had remained cautious around him. But this certainly had felt like mockery, one way or another.
However, it was not as if he had not done the same to them.
Sasuke had often dismissed them, ignored them, mocked them, disrespected them and outright refused to do what they asked if they felt it did not serve him. In turn, they had not taken him as seriously as he felt he was entitled to.
Feeling no further point in discussion, as well as his frustration reaching a dangerous point, he turned around.
And immediately jolted.
He slid back, his hand instinctively reaching for his sword—
But it was not there.
'What the hell!?'
Standing there, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, was a young girl.
Ophis!?
She saw his confusion and spoke. "Her name is Lilith."
There was no denying that this clone or spawn bore a strong resemblance to the Ouroboros Dragon. Though, there were smaller details he noted. A different outfit, and her hair tied in a ponytail. Then, his sharingan evaluated her as best it could. The power she held was… significant. There was no doubt about it. This was Ophis' clone. Though, a more accurate way to describe her would be as a unique entity born from Ophis' own power.
It was difficult to determine how much she had inherited. But one thing was certain.
When compared directly, they did not seem equal in strength. Lilith appeared to hold the majority of the power, making her the stronger of the two and, potentially, a much more useful ally.
Sasuke narrowed his eyes and asked the most important question.
"What is your dream?"
Lilith gave an answer, though only half of what he wanted to hear.
"She does not dream. Only Great Red dreams. She protects. She protects Rizevim."
He did not know why she spoke in the third person, but he did not care either.
Protect Rizevim?
"You're no Ophis," Sasuke replied, almost cruelly. "Your goal should be to get rid of Great Red."
The superdevil let out a long, exaggerated sigh.
"Nothing has changed. Our little dragon friend refused to advance our cause. Do you have any idea how many times I asked her to take me waltzing into Heaven? Plenty. Plenty! We could have already been ruling a brand-new world if she had just done as she was told! But no! She's indifferent! She does not feel, she does not care! She's just like any other God. Aloof, detached, playing her little games while her minions do all the work."
He leaned back, shaking his head with disappointment. "But not us! No, no, no. We make things happen. So, I made my move. Struck a deal to use Samael against her. And would you look at that! We are exactly where we need to be.
Sasuke spat with irritation. "New world. Old world." His fist clenched. "Does it even exist? Because from where I stand, you're not much better. Indifferent. Naïve. Bored. Playing at some grand game like Ophis. And sometimes, I have to ask myself... am I dealing with the devil, or just another spoiled child?"
[SLAM]
Rizevim slammed his palms onto his chair, rising to his feet as he glared down at Sasuke. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he tossed the Holy Grail toward him. The Uchiha didn't move, letting it crash onto the floor before him.
"Drink. The. Graal."
He looked down at it.
Empty.
There was no doubt in his mind that this power was as prominent as it was said to be. He had witnessed it firsthand. Dragons, clawing their way from the dead. Curses, placed by gods like Hades, being cured. Even being around Valerie had boosted his awareness, his health, and his fortitude. Though, it had also translated negatively. Her complaints, her pains, they were real. No one could say she had been lying or faking any of the side effects or positives.
Rizevim sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "Instead of burying your face between that whore of a Fallen Angel's legs, heed my advice and take a sip from that cup. Your questions will be answered. Though, I suspect you'll only find yourself burdened with even more."
Once again, temptation struck him.
He wanted to drink it. To see if this cup truly could see beyond.
"Drink. The. Graal."
Euclid suddenly spoke, noticing the hesitation on Sasuke's face.
"From what His Majesty, Valerie, and I have documented, we have been able to both hear and see visions from the old world. The manner in which this happens has, so far, only come from figures who are… deceased. Or those about to die, in their final moments. We've witnessed battles through their own eyes, as well as the thoughts and voices of creatures in the afterlife. It is quite a strange and phenomenal situation."
That was it, then.
"...What's this world called?" the Uchiha asked, his curiosity simmering beneath his previous fury. "And what are they like?"
Rizevim answered with a twisted delight. "We've named them... ExE. But if you wish to know more... Drink. The. Graal."
Euclid gave a nod. "Judging from our observations, there is currently a war taking place between two races or factions. The Evie and the Etoulde." Then, he shrugged. "If you do decide to help us in this endeavor, please document your findings so we may compile them. Any research is good research before His Majesty takes their world."
Sasuke paused, absorbing it all. The thought of an entirely different world filled with new entities was overwhelming. He was already annoyed dealing with the ones here. Instead, his focus shift onto what mattered most.
"Leonardo of the Hero Faction. What are his whereabouts? I would like to speak with him."
Once more, Euclid answered. "During your battle, the Hakuryuūkō found him and handed him over to the Grigori. Our spies report that he is being held in a comfortable cell in the Fallen Angel capital, Genesis."
'Vali...' The Uchiha thought, irritation flashing in his eyes.
"Why do you ask? Looking to build your own faction?"
Sasuke smirked but did not answer.
When he walked through the castle, following his familiar path, he caught sight of the scheming unfolding around him. There were more unfamiliar vampires present, likely from the rival Carmilla Faction. They seemed to be amassing, arming themselves, training both underground and outside the fortress.
Interestingly enough, after the representative from the Carmilla Faction had arrived, Lord Marius had fully reignited the war between the two vampire factions. And these who were once loyal to the female-led faction have now switched sides.
War would come here.
But with the assistance of the Evil Dragons and the Holy Grail, House Tepes would win.
"Drink. The. Graal."
And then there would be no left to save her.
Sasuke walked through the door and immediately became suspiciously at the sound of… laughter.
Inside, he saw both of them.
Thankfully, still alive.
Ever since Raynare had been defeated by mere low-class reincarnated devils, she had struggled to find any purpose in life. Mostly, she spent her days nagging Sasuke and indulging in the fact that someone was willing to take care of her, as well as her comrades, who had come to somewhat resent her for being exiled from the Grigori. However, since Azazel had agreed to reinstate them, they had departed for the Underworld.
But that did not mean they had stopped working for him.
"Sasuke-kun!" Valerie said with a surprising amount of excitement and warmth.
When he stepped inside, he smirked, but his eyes darted toward the number of empty wine bottles resting on the table. He glared at Raynare, who appeared innocent enough.
"How long have you been awake?"
Valerie smiled. "I don't know." She looked toward her newfound Fallen Angel friend. "...How long?"
"...Long..." Raynare muttered, exhausted. "You vampires... you drink too much..."
To his surprise, they appeared to be getting along well. Valerie did not carry the aura of superiority that other vampires did. She was open-minded toward anyone, despite being raised in an environment where that was unlikely. As for Raynare, well, she had been ordered to get along with her. Though she still harbored negative opinions toward anyone who wasn't a Fallen Angel, she seemed to be adapting well to the caretaker role.
Suddenly, the Dhampir rose and ran off toward her vast closet. She opened the doors and scoured inside.
When they were alone, his subordinate whispered to him, "I've seen ritual artifacts being placed. Ones I had used against that witch-girl. They are going to take her Sacred Gear..."
Sasuke frowned and stared. Once more, he questioned his own ethics and moral values. He was a shinobi. Having emotions was something they spoke against. The mission was of utmost importance. And he was a member of the Khaos Brigade. There was no denying it. This faction was the only one that could give him what he wanted.
To go home again. Everyone had that right.
But at what cost?
How much would he sacrifice to go back to the Elemental Nations?
When he had first started this journey, he had nothing to sacrifice, so it hadn't mattered.
Now… there were faces. Many faces. Many different people who had come into his life. He had taken this mission seriously, yes, but along the way, he had made friends—important friends. That was his humanity speaking. The urge to do what was right. It overshadowed any rule of a shinobi that had been drilled into him. Team 7 had taught him that. Even his brother had taught him that.
"In the ninja world, those who break the rules are scum, that's true... but those who abandon their friends are worse than scum!"
Kakashi's words and wisdom reached him, even in this different world, where there were no shinobi.
Raynare added, "...She told me not to tell you..."
Valerie suddenly peeked out of the closet, holding an assortment of aristocratic attire.
"Sasuke!" she said gleefully. "Can I dress you in this?"
The only problem was—it was for women.
He looked at her and crossed his arms. "Is that how you see me? Some noblewoman?"
She protested, "C'mon! I used to put Gasper in women's clothing when we were kids. He hated it at first, but then he loved it." Her eyes fell. "I wonder if he still does it..."
Sasuke smirked. "He does." Then he thought, 'And it's led to some detrimental effects on him...'
That seemed to light her spirit up. When her back was turned, he frowned and stared at her.
One thought clawed at the back of his mind when he considered the only way to help her.
Her brother.
Lord Marius—hated by all—was the one person to be concerned about regarding her future. That was what always gave him some reluctance in confronting him, though he had never been afraid to do so. Sometimes, Valerie would tell him stories of their childhood, and that would make the Uchiha even more hesitant to act. Perhaps the most vile brother he had ever come across, but a brother, nonetheless.
But why should he be concerned about that? He already made a pledge to harbor all the darkness in his world.
Sasuke had told Naruto before their fight:
"I am alone. I alone can bear the weight of all the hatred now."
And despite not being back home, that did not mean he was unwilling to carry that weight here as well.
For better, or worse, it was now the Uchiha really took into consideration the consequences of planning something like this.
Valerie came over and showed him another outfit, "You would look good in it." she said, "If you grow your hair out, you could be a beautiful girl..."
He deadpanned, "... I'll pass."
She replied, thought out loud to herself, "I hope I can see Gasp-kun in it some day."
Whether or not Valerie will hate him for what was going to happen, he did not know, but, it was a risk he was willing to take.
As for the others? His own faction?
"Drink. The. Graal."
Sasuke recalled the words and shook his head.
'No. And... if you don't need Ophis. Then you certainly do not need Valerie.'
'This is it!'
There were many details, both small and big, about Rias Gremory. She enjoyed cooking, shopping, gardening, and having tea parties with her friends. But what she loved—what she truly loved, was reading.
In her hands, as she stood by the large oak-wood desk, was another story from her favorite and most beloved genre—romance. Like her Queen, she adored the concept of intense, poetic, and genuine true love. Hopefully, in her endeavors, she would find it one day. But for now, reading about it made her feel warm inside—happy. It was an escape from her own reality, from the lack of meaningful emotional affection in her life.
Though she kept most of her collection of romance stories back in the Underworld, she could not escape her addiction to the genre and often left books either in the clubroom or back in her apartment. It was not a hobby she shied away from. Many knew of her love for reading.
However, no one knew just how much she consumed, and if they did, they might look at her differently.
In her hands was the final chapter of the manga, Nazo no Kanojo X, or, Mysterious Girlfriend X.
It was not a very intense story, but it was charming in its simplicity.
The main protagonist had once sipped on the drool of the female lead—not exactly the most hygienic way for them to meet, but it had worked.
And boy, did she love to read things like this.
Now, it had come to an end.
The last page!
'NO KISS!? NOT EVEN ONE!?'
The entire series had been filled with teasing, as many were. Despite seeing each other borderline naked and spending months together, sipping on each other's drool to understand their emotional connection, they had stood by the setting sun as they often did.
And still, they had not kissed.
Rias slammed the book shut and sighed.
'A cute story... but... I would have liked one kiss... is that so much to ask!?'
Feeling satisfied yet disappointed, she opened the drawer behind her desk, but dropped it on the ground at the unexpected voice that spoke in the room.
"What are you doing!?"
The sound of a booming, authoritative voice, filled with accusation, filled with such firm and aggressive fervor, the devil almost had a heart attack. She turned around, placing a hand on her chest as she exhaled in relief.
Her eyes softened when she saw him standing there, a playful smirk on his face.
"My Lucifer, when did you get here!? And why did you speak to me in that tone!? You made it sound like you were accusing me of something..."
Sasuke walked over, his tone softening. "You should be more aware of your surroundings. I was watching you for some time." He paused and knelt down. "What book is this?" When he reached for it, she tried to snatch it from his hands, but his reaction time was far greater. She watched as he inspected it, flipped it open, and scanned through the pages.
"Have you read that one?"
He appeared skeptical, "... I've never read anything like this."
What he saw were just two, sometimes four, people having normal day-to-day adventures. Nothing special. Nothing unique. Nothing meaningful.
Then, toward the end of the chapters, something strange would happen—some intimate moment unfolding.
'He... eats her drool?'
His eyes lifted to the 'King', who stared back at him.
"You? Erotica?"
Rias gasped. "Huh? This is not that! Not even close!" She snatched the book back. "This is adorable. And they don't even kiss. It's a good story."
Sasuke rolled his eyes. "Swapping spit? That's your definition of a good story?" He shrugged. "Whatever helps you."
Then, he recalled something Kakashi would often read, even in the middle of a conversation. That must have been no doubt something similar.
"Have you read... Icha Icha?"
The woman tilted her head. "Icha Icha? No."
"Make-Out Paradise?"
She shook her head again.
'Why would you?' he thought to himself, frowning. "No matter. I came to speak with you."
Sasuke paced around the room, scanning every corner, ensuring no one else was present. He even stepped into the bathroom, briefly eyeing the elegantly placed shower.
Rias watched him, her mind as full of fantasy as the romance stories she often read alone. He was becoming more and more open with all of them at a very fast pace. And not just with the Queen, either. It appeared that everyone was seeing him more, seeing him smile more as well. They would invite the Uchiha out on leisure adventures. School sports games, meals, or simply anywhere.
She often saw him with Akeno, which was normal. Except… they were always together.
Always.
Sasuke then appeared before her, his eyes trailing as something shiny caught his attention.
She watched his hand come near her face, and for a moment, she thought he was going to cup her cheek, and hopefully place a kiss. A surge of adrenaline coursed through her. It was like one of her own fantasies coming to life.
Yes, she had hoped for that, but he was far too intimidating for her to do the same toward him.
Instead, with a swift pull, he yanked a strand of her hair.
"You're turning grey."
The devil was angered, her face red. "It's stress!" she yelled. "And I don't appreciate being riled up." She crossed her arms. "And what would have happened if it had been me who grabbed your grey hair? You would scold me, make fun of me, and not even let me get close to you." She huffed. "You're a bully."
He shrugged, "Maybe I just wanted to see how red you could really get."
She had reached a boiling point, almost literally. Her cheeks were as crimson as her hair. Her fists clenched, as if she were ready to strike him. Touching a noble, High-Class devil in such a teasing, playful manner would never be accepted in the Underworld. However, they were not there. And secretly, Rias somewhat enjoyed the small levels of aggression he was displaying.
If only he went further.
Then, she sighed, letting her head fall forward. It landed against his chest, and to her surprise, he did not immediately pull away as he once had.
"My home is gone," she whispered. "Destroyed. And I'm not allowed to return." Her voice trembled, "At night, it's so cold. I have no one to hold on to. I cannot sleep. I am not hungry. All I hear when I am alone is this rain… this endless, deafening rain." She looked up at him, her blue-green eyes searching his. She knew. She knew Akeno had shared a bed with him.
And she wondered… if she could too.
"I..."
Suddenly, before them, a glowing gray light filled the space between them. Both immediately recognized the teleportation magic circle, though the identity of the arriving figure remained uncertain at first.
Before she spoke, the woman observed them curiously. And now, the younger devil had separated herself from the grasp she had held onto him.
"Lady Rias-sama," Grayfia said with a bow. "And to you, Uchiha Sasuke-kun, I am glad you are both here."
Without wasting any time on mindless catch-up, she revealed the reason for her surprise visit.
"Lord Sirzechs Lucifer-sama is hosting a Devil's Accord at the Hellfire Assembly in our capital. Attendees from all walks of class and life are invited and expected to be present. We also request that you and some of your peerage attend. It is imperative that we show unity in this time of crisis, as well as support your brother. There are whispers questioning his leadership following the recent terrorist attack. Though, I know I do not need to remind you of that."
Rias gave a serious nod. "I understand. And we will support Lucifer-sama. Always."
Grayfia smiled. "That is very nice to hear." Then, her attention shifted. "And you, Uchiha Sasuke-kun, were personally requested to receive an invitation. Though a Devil's Accord has traditionally been exclusive to devils, we wish for you to become the first-ever human to attend. Typically, these large meetings serve as formal negotiations or avenues for major decisions among our kind. It would be an honor for you to be present."
At one point, the King would have spoken on his behalf.
But she had come a long way.
"...I'll consider it," he replied. "Who invited me?"
"Leviathan-sama brought up your name, and Lucifer-sama agreed to it, along with Beelzebub-sama."
He hadn't forgotten that he was supposed to meet the Leviathan at some point. Though, that had likely been delayed due to the attack.
'Beelzebub?'
"There will also be an announcement regarding your peerage, though after his speech." Grayfia added. "And before you inquire, it concerns the Middle-Class Promotion Test. He had hoped to bring you the pleasant news after your successful Rating Game. Unfortunately, that has been overshadowed by… recent events. But do not think he has forgotten. You have no idea how happy he was to see your 'Queen' standing victorious in the final engagement. It was almost as if he had been there himself."
The 'King' blushed. "I just hope he doesn't call me any nicknames or try to embarrass us in front of the whole court."
Grayfia gave a subtle smirk. "…You know he will. But I will try to convince him otherwise." She then gave a bow. "Thank you both for your time. I hope to see you there tonight." Then, she looked over her shoulder. "I would recommend you two save your... activities for after the Accord. That way, you can rest amongst yourselves. And, truth be told, the heat will only be hotter once it is over."
With that, the woman left, leaving them alone once more.
Rias was once again, as red as a tomato, "EH!?" She turned toward Sasuke, who thankfully looked confused.
"What was she talking about?"
"I-I don't know..." the 'King' replied. "But I have to get ready. Excuse me!"
She hurried toward the closet, where there was always an emergency change of clothes.
During this, he paced behind the desk, curious to see more of her choice of literature. On the opposite drawer, he pulled out one of the few organized series and eyed the ominous yet unique cover.
It featured a man with limited clothing and a blindfold. He appeared to be a prisoner, being escorted into a traditional ancient castle.
This looked more interesting.
A war? An escapee?
He kept turning the pages...
Torture.
A very... different type of torture.
It was then when he noticed the ones escorting the prisoner were... all women.
'What is this?' Sasuke wondered, his eyes lowering. Feeling impatient, he skipped through the pages, scanning period from period, chapter to the next. There was not much dialogue going on anymore, no more unique scenery.
Just imprisoned in the same dungeon.
The man.
His arms twisted behind him, bound tight with knots. His legs were spread, tied to the edges of a bed. He inhaled and exhaled profusely, rising and descending. There was no doubt pain coming from him. Yet, the way his body also relaxed made it seem as if he was in... pleasure. The redness on his cheeks and his widened pulsing eyes looked oddly genuine.
A woman loomed over him, dressed in something Raynare would wear. Her expression was unreadable… except for her eyes. That look in her eyes, dark and filled with an eerie sense of ecstasy and hunger.
She held a candle above his bare chest.
The next page showed a single drop, a bead of wax falling onto his skin. His body squirmed, jerking upward, but the way his fists clenched and his breathing quickened told a different story.
Sasuke skipped through the pages, wondering if this was just part of a more elaborate, intricate, and detailed story.
The next chapter... was even worse.
She whispered into the captives ear, words dripping with amusement.
Her dialogue was sharp, taunting.
"You look so pathetic like this."
"Do you even remember what dignity feels like?"
"Good boys don't struggle."
A whip coiled in her hand, but she hadn't used it yet.
The next page showed her standing behind him, he was in a pillory, forced to bend over.
The mere presence of it sent another shudder through the Uchiha.
And in between her legs was something... was something... something...
Then... he saw... he saw... he saw... more...
"DON'T!"
Rias screamed and leaped over the desk, kicking the novel out of his hands.
It fell to the floor, where she quickly picked it up, shoved it back into the drawer, slammed it shut, and even locked it with a key.
Sasuke stood motionless, his eyes darting to where the book had been in his hands.
Never in his life had he seen such images.
Eventually, his stare shifted toward the devil, who stood with wide eyes, her body trembling. She knew what he had been reading. The lust, ravenous, intoxicating, ecstatic, carnal, beastly lust.
"...This is you?" he asked cautiously.
She flinched. "N-no! That's... that's...!"
To his surprise, she was actually telling the truth. All those erotic, downright sadistic, and tortured writings and drawings were not hers.
Though Rias did own her own collection of similar material, they were not here.
No, instead, these books belonged to someone else. But as a great friend, the 'King' was hesitant to admit their true ownership, choosing to protect the identity of whoever they belonged to.
"Yes..." Rias sighed, "Those are mine..."
But Sasuke could spot her lie from a mile away.
"Xenovia?"
She widened her eyes, "N-No! M-Mine! Those are mine!"
Then, the boy stepped back. He kept retreating until he hit the desk, his mouth opening to speak. Yet, no words came.
Rias frowned at the sight of him now. Uchiha Sasuke was by no means an innocent young man. There were many instances where he could be outright cruel and dark. However, there was still a purity to him, one that was clear by the horrified expression on his face. He had never even truly witnessed a woman completely naked before him. Nor had he ever had sex, and kissing was new enough. Intimacy, in general, had always been in the back of his mind.
So, to see what he had just seen was... a unique sight.
And now, knowing who truly enjoyed this type of… literature brought even more shock upon him.
"...No..."
When he walked home, the rain had conveniently stopped.
It was as if the world knew he was walking through the streets late at night.
There was much to think about, much planning that needed to be done. From what Rias had disclosed before he left, the Middle-Class Promotion test would take some time in the Underworld. perhaps one to two weeks. That meant Sasuke would be alone in the human world and had been advised not to attend, as it was a test of writing and academics, not combat.
That gave him ample time to be alone and explore other avenues.
Perhaps some solitude would do him wonders...
'Kunou...'
He had not forgotten the Youkai. A trip to Kyoto would be a good escape, a chance to get out of the city. And since they seemed to trust him, perhaps they would not mind if Ophis tagged along, assuming she took on a different identity for the time being. He missed the kitsune. She was fun to see, fun to be around. Something about her made it a challenge for him. Maybe she had learned a few jutsu from that scroll he had given her.
Suddenly, he turned around.
"Come on out. I know you've been following me since I left the school."
Sasuke watched a black cat with golden eyes emerged from a nearby alley. Then, when it realized it had been caught in the open, its form began to change.
Kuroka emerged, her limbs stretching, "How?" she wondered, "You aren't good enough to sense me!"
A sudden drop of rain fell from the roof off the building they stood under. Yet, the nekomata did not seem to realize what was in those droplets.
He smirked, "What do you want?
The Nekomata slithered up to him, her smirk playful, her tone, sly, "~Nya, I've been busy. And so have you, apparently. Kyoto. The Underworld. Your name is being reign across many different factions. People are starting to notice you... especially me." her hands crept up him, "How goes my sister?"
"...We are heading to the Underworld, some meeting. But they will be staying for some promotion test. Though, I do not believe Koneko was recommended for it, which is ridiculous."
A smile came to Kuroka's face. "You're right. And one day, when she does become a High-Class Devil, she will be able to break free and be her own woman. But perhaps it's good until then. She has much untapped power and will need it in the fights to come. I wouldn't want her out of my sight—or yours, for that matter."
She tried to nibble on him, but he avoided her. "So, what will you do? Help them study?"
Sasuke paused. "I have some loose ends."
"Sun Wukong called for you, did he not?" she asked. "Maybe swing by his mountain, and he can teach you what he taught me."
He raised an eyebrow. "You learned from him?"
She gave a serious nod. "He gave me everything I have. Taught me balance in my soul, in my heart, and in my body. How to ease trauma, how to become... one with nature. And now, I am better than ever." Her golden eyes gleamed. "I would like to see you there. Perhaps we could learn... together."
'Senjutsu...'
There was no doubt he wished for it and had even hoped to learn it from her. But if someone as powerful as Sun Wukong was willing to help him, he would not reject it. Truth be told, he appreciated the sage's insight during the Rating Game, before the attacks. Perhaps, he would be a god Sasuke could finally learn to trust—and come to rely on.
Kyoto and Mount Huaguo, where the Buddha resided.
Kuroka gave him a wink. "Think about it." Then, she whispered, "You will feel at peace there. Truly. It is like nothing else. Remember that waterfall I showed you? That serene, beautiful place? I can take you there and make you feel... relaxed."
Sasuke stepped aside and frowned. "I do not need to feel relaxed. I need to learn. To fight."
She shrugged. "We can do that too..."
Suddenly, a voice called out from down the straight. When he turned his head, he saw the 'Queen' bolting at him like lighting. The way her body swayed as she ran, he could not, not see it.
When he faced the nekomata once more, she had vanished like the wind.
"There you are!" Akeno said with a smile, "Sorry! I was helping out the kendo club negotiate for better practice swords for next semester."
Sasuke stood, composed as best he could. He stared at her now, and for some reason, he could not get those images out of his mind. It was not fair, of course, as those were likely private readings and art that she kept to herself. However, he could not fathom why she had kept them in the clubroom, of all places. If they had been at her home, hidden away, he would have never inquired unless she had chosen to tell him.
"Ara ara, cat got your tongue?" she asked.
He frowned. "...What do you mean by that?"
Akeno smirked. "Ufufu. Well, you haven't said anything. All day, we didn't see each other, and it makes me sad that you don't seem happy to see me…" She displayed some fake sadness. "How horrible… A few nights in my bed, and now I'm just another girl on the street…"
Sasuke stood. "Sorry," he replied casually. "Did Rias tell you about the Underworld? And your Middle-Class promotion test?"
She suddenly paused, moving closer to him. Her hands rested on his waist, her forehead gently pressing against his own. He felt her lips on his cheek, and he did not resist. Then, they moved to his lips, but when they kissed, he kept his eyes open, something he often did because he forgot to close them.
The 'Queen' leaned into his ear and whispered, her voice as cold as ice, "She told me a few things..."
There was a sound of swallowing, and he suddenly stepped back. "Good. You should be packed soon and attend the meeting. I am planning to go as well, so if you wish, we can go together." Though, the truth was that he did not have a magic circle to the Underworld.
Akeno's seductive eyes looked up at him, a grin on her face. "I think that's a wonderful idea. Instead of going home, we should go to the shrine together. That way, we can leave faster."
That made sense, and he scolded himself for forcing his own position into a box.
He replied, "We should eat, then. Let's not waste time."
"Saaassukeeeee..."
The sound of the hard rain slammed against the city of Kuoh once more.
When inside, he insisted on making her miso soup, alone, which she refused, saying she wanted to help. He would not win the argument, so the two began work in the kitchen. For a long time, there was just silence, with only the sounds of the weather, the cutting of vegetables, the pouring of liquids, and the boiling of water. She had recently gone to the store, and he enjoyed a healthy amount of extra green onions, and especially seaweed.
There was an elephant in the room, so massive it was almost literal.
To him, he had no mind to mention it, but Akeno, insisted.
"What you saw…" Akeno's voice was soft, her cheeks faintly red, "It must have been… a lot." She pressed her forehead lightly against the back of his neck, her warmth settling against him. "I never wanted you to find out this way. It's so embarrassing…"
Sasuke remained still, "You don't have to explain." His tone was blunt, "I didn't mean to go through your personal… interests. And you don't have to justify them to me. It's none of my business."
She squeezed him, her fingers trailing slightly along his side, "Normally, I wouldn't care who knew," she murmured, "But around you… I don't know, I get shy."
He almost laughed. "You're not shy."
She giggled, her lips brushing dangerously close to his ear. "Did it ruin your image of me, Sasuke-kun?"
"No." he then thought, 'Though I'm starting to think that is what you wanted to happen...'
It had been surprising, sure, but hardly out of character. Akeno had always been like this. Openly flirtatious, endlessly teasing, effortlessly affectionate. From the moment they met, she had found amusement in getting reactions out of him. And now that they were together, she was very physical, draping herself over him whenever the moment suited her. It was just who she was.
He wasn't the type to control her, nor did he care to.
Besides, it was her love language.
A pause. Then, she asked, "How many of them did you read?"
Sasuke's eyes slightly widened. 'There was more than one!?' but he answered with, "Enough."
She grinned. "Enough to understand?"
His eyes narrowed slightly, but he said nothing.
Akeno's smile widened, "Fufufu… if you ever do want to understand, Sasuke-kun, I would be happy to learn with you..."
Suddenly, without a word, Sasuke broke from her grasp and did something she never expected from him.
He lifted a spoonful of soup and held it out to her.
The woman blinked, momentarily surprised, before her lips curled into a delighted smirk.
Oh? So he could play along.
Leaning in, she parted her lips, far wider than necessary, her eyes never leaving his.
"Mmmhmm~"
She let him feed her, but just as the spoon left her mouth, her tongue curled around it, dragging slowly, lingering just a moment too long. Then, at the very last second, the tip of her tongue flicked, just barely enough to touch his finger.
Sasuke remained still, unreadable, his face as blank as ever.
Then, Akeno exhaled heavily, "I think we're ready…"
He narrowed his eyes "... For the soup." he finished.
The rain poured hard against the windows, a steady, rhythmic sound that filled the silence between them.
They had finished eating, and the scent of tea and soup still lingered in the air. In a few hours, they would depart for the accord in the Underworld. She had already packed quickly, not wanting to waste a single moment away from him.
Sasuke remained on the couch, his arm resting on his leg, his eyes focused on the warm pit that heated the entire residence. She leaned against him, her body once more at his side. It wasn't the first time she had done so, but tonight felt different.
More deliberate.
More certain.
Akeno shifted slightly, tilting her head to look at him. "You're quiet." she murmured, though they both knew that wasn't unusual.
"Just thinking."
Her fingers traced along his wrist, "The battle? The war? The meeting?"
"No."
She smiled, slow and knowing. She wasn't going to push. She never did. But her presence alone was enough now for him to slowly, but surely give away whatever was on his mind. And there was always a lot on his mind.
Then, her body shifted toward him, turning so that she was kneeling on the couch, her arms draped over his shoulders. "You've known everything a lot about me now," she said softly. "And now, with you learning my... little secret... I feel like I have nothing else to show you." Her hands moved over him, massaging his back, his neck, his cheeks. He felt her lips press lightly against the top of his head.
Sasuke didn't flinch. He didn't pull away. But she could tell, he was thinking, processing, hesitant, in a way he never was on the battlefield. And that was what intimacy felt like at times.
Like he was marching into war, and he had no idea what to do first. Charge at the enemy? Brace for impact? Use a jutsu? Draw his sword? None of that would work here.
He had no answer.
Akeno leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his temple before lingering near his ear.
"I don't need you to say anything." Her voice was gentle, patient. "I just want to be with you."
Then, she moved her hand toward his chin, moving it so his face would be toward her. And, so there eyes could finally meet.
Trust.
She had never rushed him. She never demanded more than what he could give. But she was here, offering herself, offering this moment, and it was his choice to take it.
Sasuke wasn't the type for casual relationships. He was used to being in control. Letting someone in, emotionally, physically, had reached a point now where it was difficult. The small gestures, like hand-holding or resting against her, carried much more significance than outright passion. He did know everything about her, and she knew much about him, though not nearly as much as she would like.
He had spent most of his life consumed by revenge and the pursuit of power. He had struggled with expressing emotions, with trusting others.
Physical intimacy felt... foreign. And perhaps, in this moment, he was more vulnerable than he had ever been in his entire life.
But… he did trust her. Her past. Her pain. Her worries. They were real. And that mattered to him. A lot.
"Akeno."
The way he said her name, low, firm, demanding, immediately caught her attention. He had never spoken to her like that before. And truth be told, she liked it.
"Would you ever leave this place?"
She tilted her head, confused. "You mean, my shrine?"
Sasuke paused, considering his own question. That was part of what he meant, but not all of it. He didn't want to ask what he truly meant. Instead, he chose to inquire out of curiosity, if only for himself.
"Your shrine. Your 'King.' Your… life. Would you ever give it up?"
Akeno hesitated, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. "You mean…" she trailed off, thinking. "...Grow up? Achieve High-Class Devil status? Perhaps move to the Underworld? Or Another country? Seek a life elsewhere with… someone special?"
Her lips curled into a sly grin as she caught his shift in attention.
"As for that? I'm not so sure," she teased, her tone laced with amusement. "It would depend on who I'm with… and how we envision a future together."
He remained blank, unreadable.
"...Why do you ask?"
"Just curious."
For the first time, he kissed her.
It was always her engaging first, initiating everything. From the first touch to the lips parting. Even when it was over.
His hand tightened at her waist. Hers ran through his hair, nails gently grazing his scalp.
When they parted, Akeno's forehead rested against his, her fingers still tangled in his hair. "See?" she whispered, a teasing smile in her voice. "Not so scary, is it?"
It wasn't scary. It was something else entirely.
"You should get ready first," he said, pulling back slightly, "I'll take a shower after."
Akeno's gaze held something unreadable, but she didn't protest. Instead, she took his hand in hers and rose from the couch.
"Come." she said simply.
Sasuke's eyes widened slightly with hesitation. He looked up, almost expecting something unexpected, something bad.
As he rose, they walked through the apartment. He didn't know where she was leading him or why. Perhaps she wanted to go to bed, skip the meeting entirely, which would have surprised him. But as their footsteps slowed and the sound of rain continued to pour outside, his heartbeat began to pound. And pound.
Suddenly, she let go and stepped inside the sole bathroom of the complex. Steam had already begun to gather from the warmth of the running water.
Sasuke remained by the door, watching her for a moment longer than he should have.
She turned back to him, her expression softer now. "You're still standing there."
"I'll wait outside."
Akeno studied his expression, reading the hesitation in his eyes, the way his body remained still yet completely aware of her. She never pushed, never forced anything. She simply offered, and if he wasn't ready, she would wait.
A playful smile curved her lips as she took a step back, tilting her head. "You know," she mused, "we would save time if we went together."
He exhaled, a quiet sigh that wasn't quite disagreement but not immediate acceptance either. His fingers flexed slightly at his side, and for a moment, Akeno thought he would refuse.
"Hn."
When he stepped into the bathroom, it was like crossing into another dimension.
No words were spoken.
Both their minds were clouded.
She shut the door and kissed him, again and again. He accepted it, though he was caught off guard when her tongue suddenly forced its way into his mouth. It felt strange at first, unfamiliar and overwhelming. He thought it was gross, having never experienced it before, but he did not pull away.
Then, out of nowhere, she drew back slightly, her head lowering. He watched as her hands moved to the buttons of her shirt, undoing them one by one, revealing more and more of her chest. Her breathing quickened, a clear sign that she wasn't as composed as she pretended to be. When the fabric slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor, only her bra remained. She urged him to do the same, to shed his own clothing. Though reluctant, he followed her lead.
There was no reason to overthink it, no reason to think at all, really.
The only sounds filling the room were their breaths, the steady patter of the shower, and the rain beyond the walls.
Yet something else was stirring inside him. His heart pounded, louder than before.
And it carried a message.
This was happening.
Had enough time been built between them for this to happen? He did not know. There would perhaps never be an answer to that question.
He only knew that he was trusting her, that he was feeling a rush of unfamiliar vulnerability, and that a part of his mind was screaming.
Go back. This is wrong. In more ways than you already know.
"Look at me..."
Sasuke looked down and truly looked at her, perhaps for the first time he ever had. Her hair was down, her face red, redder than it had ever been before. As sly as she was, as playful as she had been, even with her interests involving very creative forms of intimacy, Akeno was still a person who was nervous at this very moment and very much concerned about her trust in him.
He then took the lead as best he could, seeing her own scarcity. His hand trailed down her legs, his lips on hers. She grabbed his hand and guided it to her breasts.
If this was what she wanted, he would do it.
His hands felt, squeezed, massaged, truth be told, not knowing what he was doing, but he did it regardless.
Akeno placed her hands on his groin, adjusting his belt and trying to remove it with her eyes closed. Sasuke pulled back, discarding the remainder of his clothing.
As he did, strange thoughts rushed in for seemingly no reason. Why were they there? Where had they come from?
She did the same, and the two embraced, their hands exploring uncharted territory. Kissing only went so far. His hands moved, one on her large breast, the other on her stomach, trailing downward at her guidance.
"Hn!" Akeno suddenly yelped. She paused, avoiding his eyes and looking away. "Come..."
They entered the shower, the hot water steaming, providing both warmth and distraction.
Toward the opposite side was a resting area filled with products. soap, conditioner, shampoo.
The Queen threw them all off and sat on the area.
When she looked up at him, he had a whole different look.
Sasuke was steamed and wet. His drenched black hair clung to his forehead, trailing down just above his nose. As always, when he was unsure of how to express himself, his face remained neutral, blank, expressionless. But his mind jolted when he looked down, and without even realizing it, he had become fully erect at the sight, the passion, and the aroma of this woman.
Akeno rested her back against the wall, her legs spread against the sides. She wrapped her soft hand around his penis, almost being able to wrap entirely around it. Her movements were elegant. It felt good, it felt right. She looked up at him, his black eyes drawing closer and closer. She closed her own and felt his lips press against hers.
"Do it..." she whispered to him nervously.
He kissed her, her neck, her chests, even her breasts, which she seemed to love. She pressed them against his mouth, his tongue absorbing, licking. His lips sucking and following her moans.
Whatever she craved, he tried to satisfy.
"S-Sasuke..." her voice whimpered.
When he pulled back, he positioned himself, his basic instinct telling him what to do. He gripped his member, long with girth, and placed it against where he thought it should go. His tip rubbed against her womanhood, a slight sound of pleasure coming from his mouth,
"Ah..."
Akeno felt it, but eventually guided him. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and aimed it low, but not too low, and entered, slow, and surely. Her body absorbed it at first, and paused, accumulating to its shape.
He went in forward, too fast, and she squirmed.
"B-Back!" she yelled in pain, "N-Not all the way..."
Sasuke actually flinched himself, realizing she was hurt. He pulled out, but she squeezed his hand, and assured him.
"Slow..."
Traces of sweat, not water, came down his cheek.
When he entered, this time, more measured, he felt an even better sensation. It was warm, just like the water on his back. His eyes kept focus on the view, so far just the tip. He pulled out, and did the same. He would go, a little further, then back out, then further once more.
Akeno moaned, "M-more..."
The repetition came in and out, a straightforward motion. He did not all the way in, as he could see her face squirm whenever he tried to.
She moaned his name, "Sasuke... Sasuke... Sasuke..."
He was quiet, not uttering anything, his jaw open. Only a faint sound of pleasure emitting from his mouth. His hands on her breasts, covering the top of them. He squeezed, using them almost like grips.
As he kept exploring, the feeling overtook him. His stresses, his issues, everything. Nothing in the past mattered, nothing in the future concerned him. What kept his mind still and sharp was the only being inside of her. To hear his name, to feel the passion overcome his vulnerability, and to lick the sweat that came down his face.
Sasuke's momentum went on and on, for what felt like a beautiful and enjoyable forever.
Suddenly, a rush hit his mind. His legs began to tense, and a built up feeling was being felt in his cock. It did not slow him down, no, he kept going, harder, faster, deeper, even when she would moan louder and louder, taking it as a sign that is what he was supposed to. His mind went blank, his hands still on her breasts continued to squeeze, to feel, to admire, to enjoy.
His eyes trailed toward her face, her beautiful face. The blush on her cheeks, the seductive look in her eyes, the smirk on her face, the allure of her entirety.
Never had he looked at a woman like this.
And then he came.
"A-Akeno..."
He grunted through the sounds. She felt his body suddenly clench, his stomach rising and falling.
Eventually, clarity hit him. His senses returning.
Sasuke looked down at everything.
The mess he had made coming out of her.
Those large breast swaying with her heavy breathes.
Her elegant legs, and smooth, flat stomach.
When his eyes met hers, he saw ecstasy, desire, and soothed tension. Even her blush had faded, and she looked at him with a newfound hunger that, for now, had been satisfied.
"I..."
She got up, interrupted him, and kissed him.
"Too late. I'll say it first."
Her voice dropped as she whispered into his ear, "I love you."
That had not been what he was going to say. But he had responded.
However, he did not even take his time to think about it.
Those words, shocking to hear from him, had left his mouth.
They just came, as naturally as he did moments earlier.
"I... love you too..."
Suddenly, Akeno began to giggle, her hand covering her mouth.
Sasuke looked at her, unsure what could be so funny
"... What is it?" he asked softly.
She grinned, "I never thought... even in my dreams... that I could make you... blush."
Though he had been flustered in rare moments in his life, never before had a woman made his cheeks as red as they were right now...
"Silence."
There were few moments in his reign as Lucifer when Sirzechs Gremory had to speak in what many called his Satan voice. Low. Commanding. Authoritative. It resonated with everyone, each feeling its effect. But there was no denying it was necessary. Never had he appeared more stalwart, more stern, more stoic. This was their leader, without question. No other devil could be what he was, especially in this situation.
Though there were three other Satans, he held this title for a reason.
Even in the old days, before the original Lucifer had fallen, he had always been the one true leader.
Just as Heaven had one God, the Underworld had Lucifer.
He sat at the head of it all—a large table—his cascading crimson hair draped over his shoulders. His presence, unwavering.
Surrounding him were his fellow Maous, each attempting to command a similar presence. But they never could come close.
They all presided in Lilith, the capital of the devils' region of the Underworld, within a grand structure known as The Hellfire Assembly.
Long ago, the old hub of devil society had been Lucifaad, but it had been destroyed during the First Devil Civil War. That city, in its prime, had served as a meeting ground between the descendants of the four original devils and the 72 Pillar Clans. However, it was more of a show of force, where the highest aristocracy looked down on the lower nobility. It was tradition and had been endured for generations.
It was also where the start of the war had begun.
However, this assembly was made to connect the current leadership of the world with the rest of everyone else. To not shun, or look down, but to bring awareness, unity, and connection to all devils, regardless of status or rank.
The Noble 72 Pillar Clans. Ultimate-Class Devils. High-Class. Middle-Class. Low-Class. Extra Demons. Even some more significant reincarnated devils.
They all shared the same status as Devil, blood or no blood.
Uniquely, however, there was one guest, one entity who was not a devil.
A singular human, who sat in the crowd and had been invited as an honored guest.
Sirzechs rose to his feet, his voice carrying a weight that silenced the murmurs.
"There is no use in downplaying what has transpired," he stated, his tone calm yet firm. "Our society—our very home—was attacked in an unprecedented assault by the Khaos Brigade. Our warriors, our fathers, our mothers, our sons, and our daughters have fallen. We welcomed guests into our halls, treated them as our own, and yet, we failed to protect many of them."
He let his words settle, his piercing gaze sweeping across the room.
"And the enemy was not entirely foreign. This betrayal came from within. Yes, we faced enemies from the Greeks—the so-called Evil Gods—as well as members from other factions. But among them stood one of our own. A devil of our blood. Shalba Beelzebub."
A hush fell over the hall.
Lucifer's lips barely moved, but the impact of his next words struck like a hammer.
"Yet, I am proud to say, we endured his assault. His violence. His vengeance. His blood. And now, it is not our society that has died. It was he who perished in battle."
A moment of stunned silence.
Then, thunderous applause. Cheers erupted, voices rising in triumph, in rage, in grief.
Rias Gremory did not cheer, nor did she look upset by the declaration. She already knew, of course. It had been her 'Pawn' who had dealt the final blow toward the Old-Devil. She looked down aisle, where her peerage were assorted among those from Sona Sitri's as well.
Issei sat, for once, calm and attentive. Even he was taking this speech seriously, which the 'King' no doubt appreciated.
Then, further down, her Queen sat next to the one person she wanted to be next to.
They held hands, which Rias thought was cute in this perilous time.
But her eyes suddenly began to really observe what was going on...
Akeno held Sasuke's hand on top of her leg.
And... she was moving it, slowly, but gradually, around her thigh.
But she was also smiling.
Oh, yes, that smile of hers.
She moved his fingers to gently rub against her skin, going lower, then higher, in a smooth, fluid motion.
He appeared… nonchalant about it, maybe because he too was actually focused on the speech, and did not know what was going on.
'A-Akeno!'
The 'King' immediately flustered at the realization. Never since knowing her 'Queen' had she acted in such an unprofessional manner in the presence of others. Even though she was not the center of attention and was just one face in the crowd, this was out of character, even for her. There was a time and a place for her to pleasure herself, but this was definitely not one of them.
No! This was dire situation, and serious speech, from Lucifer!
Rias, had raised her better.
'What am I thinking? This has always been you...'
She then sighed, and looked down. Her thoughts trailed, wondering what it was like for someone else to do that. The devil closed her eyes and gently rubbed the tip of fingers on her leg, so calmly. Yes, it was nice, it was soothing, especially in a stressful moment like this one. But instead of seeing darkness, she began to... imagine. Imagine if it was someone's else hand that was so gentle with there caressing. She envisioned, a man, a tall man, a human man. A man who... goes to the same school. A man with black hair, and black eyes.
A man with a smile, yes, that man.
'-EH-!'
She recoiled her hand back and opened her eyes wide.
'Bad idea! Terrible idea!'
Thankfully, she kept her mouth closed as she yelped. Being caught like this, in a situation like this, would be horrific for her reputation. Devils are often known for their strong sexual nature, similar to Fallen Angels, yet they are not as openly indulgent. Instead, their race prefers discretion. Keeping it calm on the outside, but once inside, in a castle or a dungeon, letting all fantasies be unleashed was the traditional ideal view.
'I have a castle...'
Rias shook her head and discarded her lust. In the corner of her eye, she saw Sona looking back at her with a confused but also very judgmental expression on her face.
'You mind your fucking business!'
Lucifer announced, "We know war. We do not crave it, we do not seek it. Our entire society was built on the idea of preserving peace at all costs. Even if it means throwing away our traditions, our morals, our former allies. Brother against brother. Sister against sister. Peace is everything. I would not be Satan if it were not for peace. But peace is a precious thing, and so, war must be there to protect peace."
A round of applause, maybe necessary, maybe not.
"However, it cannot just be us devils who navigate this peace. I have always strongly believed in bringing in friends, and especially, former enemies. Let us end this cycle of mutual hatred toward one another so that our army for peace will be even larger and more grand. Angels. Fallen Angels. Pagans. Youkai. Humans. They are welcome to our universal goal for peace."
Another round of clapping.
"What we need is a coalition force. An anti-terrorist organization. One to combat the Khaos Brigade. It will be politically neutral, open to any faction or religion. And so, it must have a diverse range of leadership for better trust and cooperation."
This time, there was a climactic silence.
"I hereby announce that my imouto, Rias Gremory, will be the first High-Class Devil peerage to join such an organization. She will be among the first to fight, and likely, the first to die if misfortune comes her way."
The idea of using his own family to establish a multi-faction order was, without a doubt, a testament to the commitment Sirzechs wished to display. Of course, Rias already knew this, and would agree to anything her brother asked of her, despite the danger. But he had faith in her, as well as in the allies who would hopefully stand beside her in their mission.
"I will speak to the other leaders, and together, we will bring about a unified world, dominated by peace. We will defeat the Khaos Brigade and bring not vengeance, but justice to the fallen."
A surge of support, a thunderous, rampant cheer for all to hear, so loud it could be heard from across the Underworld.
Rias looked toward Grayfia, who sat in the front row. Her eyes narrowed as she noticed the woman's hand gently rubbing against her own leg.
'You too!?'
Ever since she had first met Grayfia Lucifuge, the young heiress to House Gremory had known that she and her brother were very, very close. It was before she had understood what relationships, love, or marriage were even about. Those two had been inseparable, and as Rias grew older and learned more about affection and intimacy, she began to recognize the signs between her brother and his wife.
Nothing seemed to awaken Grayfia's desire more than witnessing her husband speak the way he had just spoken.
To be the Lucifer everyone knew him to be. His stature, his voice, his composure, his authority that he so rarely flexed. It was the ultimate presence that stirred something deep within her.
Rias recalled one time, a few years back, when her brother had spoken at an anniversary commemorating the fallen during the Great War. He had been amazing then, just as he was now.
Nine months later, her nephew Millicas was born.
Sirzechs then stated, "I was hoping for Azazel to lead this group. And perhaps, another leader from a different faction. Perhaps the Chief Norse God, Lord Odin-sama. But he appears to be..." he paused, smiling, "...preoccupied, for the moment."
Rias looked to see Sasuke, his infamous scowl now on his face.
She smiled and read his mind.
'Oh God, please no.'
She giggled at that. It had become well known how much disdain he held for the older deity.
"However," he said, returning to his serious tone, "Azazel is still in a coma, and it is uncertain when he will awaken. For the moment, we will allow one of our own to temporarily establish this alliance until we find viable leaders to fill the roles of leader and co-leader."
"Please, use this time wisely to decide if you wish to join this special force. But do remember, you will face the fire head-on. We are looking for many capable fighters, as well as supportive ones to assist. If you feel you are suited for either role, then make your case to our beloved Leviathan-sama."
Sirzechs Lucifer gave a handsome, radiant smile, and bowed, "Thank you all, for—"
"I wish to volunteer."
Suddenly, a voice halted his conclusion.
There were many unspoken rules in devil society. And this one had been broken. It had existed since the founding days of the Underworld, created by none other than the original Lucifer himself. It still applied, usually, to this day.
And it defined itself simply:
Whenever Lucifer spoke, no one was to interrupt, cut him off, or disagree until his words had been spoken to all.
Though he did not have a microphone, everyone heard him. Yet, he did not yell—his voice was smooth, cold as ice, gentle even.
Ajuka Beelzebub rose to his feet and faced his best friend.
His only friend.
"Please, Lord Lucifer-sama, let me lead this interim of leadership."
When Sirzechs nodded and stepped back, he allowed his fellow Maou to approach the edge of the stadium and face the crowd. He stood tall, confident, his green hair slicked back, his pale-blue eyes sweeping over the vast number of figures gathered before him.
This was Beelzebub. A fearsome, reputed figure in the Underworld. No doubt the second most powerful among them, and one who possessed just as much charisma as he did intelligence.
"The Khaos Brigade seeks to shatter what we have built. They did not stand before us with honor or strength. No, they slithered in the dark, struck from the shadows, and fled. They are not conquerors. They are parasites—terrorists, traitors, rats."
"But let me make this clear... there is no escape. Not for them. Not for those who shelter them. Not for those who whisper their names in the dark and believe themselves unseen."
"We do not fall. We do not bend. We do not forgive."
"I do not ask for power. I do not need to. You already know who must lead this hunt. You already know who can end this."
"So give me your faith, your fury, your vengeance. And I will deliver you justice. No more whispers. No more shadows."
"Only the sound of rats screaming."
Never before had he spoken so openly, with such... fervor.
Those who were close to Ajuka, namely the Maous, exchanged strange looks.
It played into the minds of those who had suffered at the hands of their enemies.
And then, they roared.
Even louder than when Lucifer had spoken.
Rias looked over at Sasuke with a smile, something she was starting to do out of habit. But her mind paused as she caught sight of another scowl, his eyes lowered. Akeno was watching him too. Though they held hands, his grip was tight, borderline clenching, a silent yet undeniable display of irritation, or outright simmering anger. A rare, unexpected look of dissatisfaction at the words he had just heard.
Suddenly, Ajuka spoke once more.
"You are all heroes," Beelzebub said, a false smirk on his face. "And you all deserve recognition for your contributions to what we have endured together in the face of adversity. It is not us Maous, but you who have carried this burden."
Then, he turned to where the Gremory Peerage had been sitting.
"However, there are two among us. Young children. Who rose to the occasion in the defense of our Underworld. One, a prime example of our successful, beloved Evil Piece system. He faced Shalba Beelzebub without fear and struck him down before he could deal any more damage to our society, and to our peace."
"Next, is someone who struck back against the sickening Hero Faction. The ones who brought true misery upon the Youkai in the human world. The ones who conjured those meddlesome squid behemoths that trampled on our lands, on our hopes, on our dreams. Even my own father perished in those attacks. My father, whom I loved so dearly."
"And the most unique thing about this person is that… they are not even a devil. A human boy came to our aid. We need to do better. Or perhaps, one of our High-Class nobles may recruit him into their respective peerage. Ultimately, it is up to him. But please, let us all show our appreciation, and from me, a personal thanks."
The names dropped…
"Come up here… Hyoudou Issei and Uchiha Sasuke!"
These were names that had been growing in the Underworld. Both in praise and controversy. Crashing an engagement ceremony. Fighting Loki on behalf of the Underworld. Securing an alliance in Kyoto. And now, standing as significant fighters against the Khaos Brigade.
So, when they both reluctantly stood up, the crowd cheered for them as well.
They had no choice but to go up. It would have been strange if they hadn't. And now, all eyes were on them. For their friends, it was incredible to see them honored in front of the highest-ranking and most respected members of society. It made them feel as if, perhaps, they too were on that list.
When they arrived on stage, the 'Pawn' looked overwhelmed from the sound and the faces. He rubbed the back of his head and gave a gentle wave.
Sasuke stepped forward next to him, his face blank and as unreadable as ever.
Ajuka stared at them, his icy-blue eyes unreadable, as his voice carried across all of devil society.
"I look forward to hopefully working with you both. It will be a lengthy, painful, difficult journey. There are many threats out there... Devils... Angels... Humans... Pagans..."
Then, his voice lowered into the microphone...
"... Dragon Gods..."
Hopefully the Sasuke/Romance has been as authentic, uncomfortable, and most importantly, awkward, as it should be. No way he could know what the hell he was doing from his first time.
I plan to write at least one lemon for each girl.
Let me know what you thought!