This story is a "rewrite" of Jigoku Tensei. Thanks to all who read the original. I've taken to see Youtube videos about Writting to improve it also and not just hand out a crappy work; this is the last edit i do to this work of already 3 years and barely into Vol. 3 xD. Anyway, I hope you all like it, just as i do so writting. This will stay here regardless of the flames this time, i promise. I've been disconnected from the fandom for a long time because of personal reasons, i'll retake this work and the others, i don't promise to make regular updates.

I've also gotten reacquainted with drawing. Anyway, this story is for my enjoyment and those who enjoy it also; please read and enjoy. I've mashed some of my old DxD stories and challenges I took and left on the fridge to make this story, also big thanks for the fans of the community for keeping DxD alive :D, we will get Season 5.

I've also sent BetaReader requests, please if anyone is willing to beta read, please send a PM. Thank you :D

On the surgical bed a light-purple-haired boy of eight lay, in only a green robe as IV drips were connected to his veins and magical circles were underneath him.

"He's awake. Life signals are stable, breathing normalized after the third injection." A man in a white lab coat replied in a monotone, turning towards a bespectacled brunette woman who held an evil grin on her lips.

"Demonic power has been reduced after procedure down to-." The physician continued, yet the woman's high heels echoed on the floor with her brisk steps, not wanting to hear anything else.

"There we go." The woman seethed with venomous hatred as she studied the unconscious child on the straight bed. Grabbing the boy's hair roughly, many turned away from the woman's cruelty.

"Stupid little whoreson." She insulted. "Your kind is everywhere. Tainting the inviolable bloodline of one such as I…your kind's existence sickens me to the core." She tightened her hold on the child who started to cry and protest. Yet no one did anything.

"Nothing to say!?" She acted deranged as she demanded the crying boy to speak, which caused her to tug his hair rougher her frown turned into a face of anger.

"I thought those treacherous bastards would at least have taught you to respect those above you, but as expected. Your kind cannot even do that right at all." She sounded a bit amused, reveling in the fact her abuse was met with nothing but pained cries of an innocent child.

"Where is your sister?" The woman hissed.

"The one that dares to taint my bloodline by having a gift even the purest as I couldn't get." She inquired to the boy who cried even more.

"Milady." One of the surgeons around spoke in a hurry. "It might be advisable not to put too much stress on the child, the loss of demonic power is-."

"Silence!" She cried out loud.

"Do you think a half-breed would be able to even lay a finger on me!?" The woman's grip ceased to be and turned to one of her followers.

"Have you decrypted the location of the girl?" She demanded to which one of the followers nodded.

"We're almost done decrypting their location." A pink-haired man bowed as he tried to apologize for his misgivings.

"Your services to our faction are most appreciated Lord Nebiros. These urchins are nothing but an insult, not just to the Leviathan clan, but to all Devilkind. Such a disgrace can only struggle uselessly, like worms." The crying child could only bawl even harder as the woman growled in irritation. Turning to one of the doctors, from inside her thighs she took out a dagger which glowered.

"Give me his heart." She demanded to which the man in a white lab coat gulped and widened his eyes.

"Milady, I-." "Did I stutter?" The woman questioned handing the blade to the man in a white lab coat who gulped and held the blade.

The screams pierced the fibers of his soul.

Life is not always fair, and many people tend to blame others for their circumstances. Some may argue that individuals decide their destiny, but one might gain insight and realize that the situations they face in life are predetermined at birth. Sometimes, life seems like a series of unfortunate events leading to critical decisions. Even the most prepared individuals are bound to make mistakes sooner or later. However, during these times of blunder, people tend to reflect deeply on their actions and contemplate how they can change. It is in these moments of change that opportunities arise. Now he's gained an insight to realize that, yes situations of life are determined at birth.

A constant sound brought me out of my musings, as I grunted and opened my eyes, faint neon blue light was the only source in what could be eternal darkness. A sudden jolt of fear spread through my body, unaware of the reason for where I was. Before the very depths of my thought realized where I was. On a single plaque, my eyes glazed was a written name.

Wechnia.

And I remembered. You see, my name is Wechnia, and I am going to tell you, my story. As you see, Wechnia is not my name but an alias to protect my true name. And I wasn't always this, shadow hiding inside another shadow.

"Dozing off on the job Lord Doctor?" Interrupted from the depths of his musings, a pink-haired man with a white lab coat atop his button-up white shirt, black pants black shoes with suspenders instead of using belt, and black bags under his eyelids gave him a crooked smirk that showed pearly teeth from his brown eyes. On his desk stood most of the time old scrolls and papers, pieces of metal, and strands of technology, of old and new origins.

~I must be dreaming.~ Wechnia thought with a frown on his lips as he blinked his eyes twice and gripped the table hard. That's why, in theory, he should be able to get out of his current predicament. No matter how strange or out of the ordinary, or even downright insane it appeared. He would've gathered his thoughts to run away from all these nutjobs centered on world domination and just live his days freer of anything to afflict his thoughts.

But, well, what do you do when you are born once more as a dispossessed orphan with possession of a mansion while your father is in a coma? His father possessed some ancient devil scrolls he learned to read easily, eventually, one day a tall bespectacled brunette woman with her hair tied in a bun and wearing a low-cut purple dress appeared before his household with a long-term job request, beside her a girl with black hair and gray eyes that felt not like a girl at all. Since then, he has worn his hooded robes and his title inside this organization was revealed and he worked under different branches with the same purpose.

Ancient Loremaster

"Do you know why our Devil Kings placed pure-blooded magics on their scripts?" The pink-haired man mused out loud with a crooked smirk.

"I always thought it was a talent."

The pink-haired scientist lightly chuckled at his feigned ignorance.

"You may fool others with your façade Lord Doctor. But I am one of the Lucifer Six. I know when a devil reads ancient devil texts. It means he's a pureblooded descendant of our most graced Devil Kings." The man folded his hands behind his back and stared at the scripts but more so at his work.

"I wouldn't be Zaorama Nebiros if I didn't know." The man teased lightly and took a few steps back. And gestured with his head to follow him, with a nod he grappled the edge of the hoodie of his white hooded robes and sunk himself inside the hood further to hide himself from the world. He was tricked by a spy inside his family to be able to contact such a shady group. Following Zaorama through the blast door of their laboratory into what looked to be a receiving room, he took a flight of stairs which left to a room below even their laboratory, once there the bright white lights almost pained his eyes.

"Why should we help you? We don't need you for anything." Cao Cao questioned the woman before him, her bespectacled-eyed gaze remained patient and calm, calculative in the way her gaze settled at the powerful personal guard of Cao Cao, all Sacred Gear Users, massively powerful in their own right. In A World of Gods and Monsters, what is a simple scientist between them to do but remain in the background?

"Are you sure?" The woman asked as her lips curled up, the good thing about reading is that it always gets you to the advantage, it enabled him to survive.

There was a tiny desk between them, the woman leaned forward, her bosom visible and hanging yet no one concentrated on that when life was on the line. Cao Cao though, surprisingly did stare for once before turning back to the woman's eyes as she left a Hard Drive Disk on the desk.

"Consider it a peace offering from the Leviathan Clan to you, in exchange for your aid in this attack."

Cao Cao stared at it and turned to his magician friend Georg with a bored expression in his eyes, the Magician walked around the back of the sofa in the dimly lit room and approached. The male frowned as he stared at the article.

"It looks like a computer Hard Drive Disk, but there are no cables on it or anything at all." The male magician took the thing with his right hand and with a gaze from his eyes, multiple magical circles appeared, yet nothing made it work or even say anything at all. He snorted, even something as simple as technology and magic no one dared to read about.

It was obvious that whoever did the device knew his stuff or knew enough technology to mix it with magic. The Hard Drive Disk was just a plain metallic rectangle, no computer or laptop could be connected to it at all.

"Ugh," Georg grunted with a frown, and he took a step back, scratching the back of his head.

"Perhaps I can help." The cheerful high-pitched irritating voice of Jeanne, the female knight of Cao Cao's guard approached the article, sword in hand ready to heck it to slashes.

"Wait, there must be another way." Georg insisted pleadingly to Jeanne who huffed.

"I can help." He whispered finally, from the dark creviced corner of the room; all heads turned in his direction. Stepping forward, his black hooded robes with intricate golden patterns fluttered with his steps.

"So much for a College Graduated Mage." He snorted a light insult as he snatched the article from Georg's hand who growled.

"Jackass." He growled and stomped away, using a magical spell to interact with the article given, it soon showed a holographic video projection of planet Earth, but it was destroyed.

As of today, our plan has succeeded. We have turned back time, and now we know how to destroy those that defied us.

This Hard Drive Disk holds all the Data on the Future up to the point where it was last updated.

May it serve to conquer.

"Impossible," Georg whispered in shock as the bespectacled brunette woman with a low-cut dress was silently amused. As he handed back the article to Cao Cao, he took it with fascinated eyes and dilated pupils.

"If this is what I think it is. What happened to me?" Cao Cao asked the woman who smirked.

"I'm afraid that is something you would have to discover by yourself." With an air of superiority and dignity, she got up and narrowed her gaze towards Zaorama.

"Zaorama." She spoke.

"Milady." The pink-haired man lightly bowed towards her in submission.

"Any details on the location of that half-breed they are hiding from me?" Her question was met with a shaken head from the Devil Researcher who was given only a shrug in reply as the woman turned.

"None yet milady, it seems they're quite good at hiding themselves."

The woman snorted, turning back to Cao Cao. "The Three Faction Meeting, we need you there if I'm to win this time." The Female Leviathan named her prize as she retrieved herself from the place with a magical circle, disappearing a bright flash of orange light. Cao Cao however stared at the disk on his right hand. Jeanne though chose her time to voice her own opinions.

"That was boring." She complained as she rolled her eyes. "That devil can go ditch herself to her dark cave and leave us alone. We don't need them."

"We will go." Cao Cao's voice pierced through the blond female who widened her eyes.

"What!?" Jeanne's eyes widened as her eyebrows rose in shock.

"B-but our mission. Georg's research in the Dimensional Gap, us leveling up to fight that Fox woman." She stuttered trying to find a way to convince Cao Cao to stay on the original plan they had to defeat Great Red. Now instead, morphed into something complex.

"I want this unlocked." Cao Cao's blue eyes expressed his annoyance at the moment for not knowing the game that Leviathan devil was playing.

"It is already unlocked. All it needs is to have contact with magic to activate itself." He spoke evenly as the True Longinus user shrugged and waved an arm.

"You're all dismissed." The Leader of the Hero Faction dismissed everyone, even Siegfried who wanted to stay but all he was given was a look to recognize that their leader wanted to be alone.

Prologue

The silence in the background with the incessant passive noise of technology doing its job was something oddly satisfying. My eyes turned their attention to a prone body lying on a straight bed, in between corpses, blood, and pieces of computer hardware, a delicate body in a light-blue nightgown peacefully slept. This is the DraconicDeus Universe; hard to believe I would be in a fictional world of magic with Gods, Devil, and Angels all around playing their own political game to dominate before a superior terrorist force forced them to ditch aside their games and have a common enemy to play against. I still believe this is an illusion that my mind has cooked up –either before or after. What I do know, is that it feels real.

Therefore, I decided to live as thought it was. If it's fake, then I have lost nothing.

But if it is real, then I haven't done things in vain.

"A pure-blooded inheritor of the Sea Serpent of the End, the very recipe for disaster stands right before me." Zaorama Nebiros wondered with a smirk as he grunted, he hated being under the scrutiny of others. A light-purple-haired female in a light-blue transparent nightgown lay on the straight bed with her eyes closed and not responding to the world. Her slim warm right hand was cupped in between his two hands. Lightly patting the dorsal part of her right hand, he gently placed the hand back to the side of her body and sighed with defeat.

"Why did they hand her to me?" He asked himself trying not to ignore the fact he was in a deadly position.

Turning away and shaking his head his concentration was more on a tiny crystal ball, its top was removed to reveal a processor's core, with many unknown components soldered into it. With two micro-soldering machines, holding one in each hand, he slowly started to change the hardware of the most fascinating piece of techno-magic he had ever achieved creating. The pink-haired man however crossed his arms and leaned his back to a nearby wall to his worktable.

"These last lords we've had are all short-sighted, and powerless…" Zaorama Nebiros shook his head in disappointment.

Using underworld minerals for technology made things work in a fascinating pattern. Ser Crowley is the name of the intelligence in the components and its power, at the moment was an unknown factor but it was an intelligent piece of machinery. "Sometimes I wonder if maybe I had made a better choice than to be here." He sighed and shook his head, it was futile to regret his choices and what made him be here today—on the desk he worked at, his laptop at the moment seemed on snooze mode, until the screen brightened up once more.

Proximity alert!

Detecting various sources of great power, he guessed it could only be the White Dragon Emperor's group. Feeling a hand gripping on his shoulder he craned his neck in attention.

"I'll go back to the heiress, contact me if you need anything." With those words, Zaorama vanished into the shadows of his laboratory.

He steadied his hand, feeling the urge to speak with the powerful Longinus User, but he steadied his hand. Instead, he continued to check on Ser Crowley's components. He went to the drawers of his work desk to link the computer with Ser Crowley and test the software, his goal was to create artificial intelligence, or the most compatible to it, and have an assistant to record battles and analyze the shatter-points of potential enemies. And if he could plant nanites in the most unpredictable of places, have the greatest spy network the world has ever seen. 'Alas, we all start small. Inside a dark cave; me, myself, and what I most love.' He thought with a shrug and went on.

"Did I get lost Nya?" A female's voice didn't bring him out of his musings, as he went to a very ancient scroll, opened it and easily read through the ancient devil language that in between its aged materials was written, he continued to read through as he brought a tiny cube of a magical mineral and slowly started to solder it on a component of Ser Crawley's hardware. As he turned to the computer, he started to make the input of Ser Crawley's intelligence.

With a smirk, slowly the light of the hard drive disk started blinking alive as it slowly started to introduce the golden yellow letters.

SerpentSystem1024Hz Dream Drive Processor

Slowly, the components of Ser Crawley started to passively emit magical energy.

As he frowned, many different characters were slowly appearing on the computer and then, it all suddenly stopped. He frowned and leaned back in his seat. ~I used Dolerite, Underworld Titanium, and Haderoth. Was my theory on Magical minerals wrong too?~ He thought with frustration massaging his forehead as stress seemed to invade him suddenly.

"What are you doing Nya?" He gasped and got up, some of the scrolls he had on the table were now on the floor and he turned to meet the figure that scared him and almost made a mess of his work. Narrowing his eyes at the sudden invasion of his workspace and haven, met with a pair of hazel-gold eyes with cat-like pupils, a pair of black cat ears, and two black tails, something out of a fairytale. ~Or a Nightmarish realm where there exists no logic and there is no law. Only a lawless world of Gods and Monsters where those weak are enslaved.~ He thought with paranoia, that the very façade he played was for the sheer will of his survival and freedom, to not be in chains and serving someone. As he gazed into her eyes, he could see it on her eyes; simple-mindedness, mischief, and yet a massive sadness trailed behind them, the longing of someone.

~Could she be trusted?~ He questioned himself, hiding in the shadows of the hood of his robe to not be seen, yet staring at her. When in between monsters, one either learns to bark like them or hide in between the pack and just be one more of the sacrificial numbers, it is that way in social relations and the way the brain works.

"Are you a slave, or a master?"

He questioned, that there were many types of slaves and masters in the world; slaves to their thoughts, slaves to their ideas, or slaves to someone's charisma. And there were the Masters, in a duality that causes the world to be painted in grays; a philosophy that has caused him to survive most of the time, he turned away from the female who tilted her head to the side in questioning and he went back to his work.

"Does it meowtter?"

He snorted and rolled his eyes, of course, it mattered in everything. "Do you have someone you wish to protect?" He trailed off and turned towards the direction of the last strand he had that proved he was someone, a piece of his existence that proved who he was. Yet he moved not his head, instead he only turned his eyes.

"A slave has nothing to protect." He turned back around and went back to the computer, and it showed an input he had never seen before.

~More puzzles inside puzzles. You're proving to be a hard thing to do Ser Crowley.~ He thought with crossed arms and turned back to the direction of the Cat Female. The deadliest asset anyone could ever have, the cat lady hid her claws well and as a loyal asset could pull almost anything. Yet she was under the spell of Vali Lucifer, in a game that already favored the White Dragon Emperor more than himself.

As hard as it was for him to say it, before them; he was at a massive disadvantage.

~Hence my anonymity and hiding behind robes laced with complex spells to not reveal my identity.~ He thought with frustration, some had it harder than others in life. In between this hellish place of criminals who sell their souls to Cao Cao, a radical Charles Manson with tinges of Hitler focused on the supremacy of Humanity over all other races; was a recipe that is bound to get blown in everyone's faces. He needed to trust someone inside this hell badly, and fast.

And the evil Cat Girl Kuroka was the only one at the moment who seemed trustworthy enough to do so. She had potential, that much was of no doubt. With an arsenal to go against most if not all Devil Kings, her powers were a strategic weapon. One that could potentially topple anything he wanted to discard. But for that, he knew he had to get on her skin. He will have to prod enough to urge her interest, to cause her to turn in his direction; to be someone in the background of her life to slowly come up front.

~And snatch her from that obsession she has with the White Dragon Emperor.~ He thought desperately because earning her trust was now imperative if he were to survive the coming fires. Her simple-mindedness mirrored the ones of most of Issei's friends.

And he never enjoyed the main character at all and how he easily swept through his villains.

Thus, torn between the danger of the situation he is in now and his fear, trying as he might to be someone tangentially involved in the main events. The last thing he wanted was to have the entirety of the world against him, he took a breath. What else could he do but take it to the cheek and prepare for the worst?

"You have someone." He trailed off without turning back to her as he went to another scroll and trailed off. "Someone you want to protect but can't, someone that you hurt without knowing it. Someone dear to your heart. Right?" He trailed off, in his eyes he read her emotions clearly like an open book. Behind him, however, he could feel a spike of magical power targeting him, he could feel the laced murderous intent to end him as silently and swiftly as possible. You don't mess with a cat's family and expect to not be wounded or killed in the process, others tried and failed. More so in the darkest shrouded world of crime.

"What will you do about it?" Her question carried its edge, if he moved even a muscle, he would be dead.

"Nothing." He shrugged, uncaringly.

"Meow, who is she?" The cat girl asked turning to the sleeping female just as the blast doors of his laboratory opened once again, the cat-girl turned to meet the approaching figure who was none other than the blond-haired loyal female knight of Cao Cao, unlike the dark-haired cat girl who wore a revealing kimono with sandals, she chose to wear a girl school uniform with an armor atop it. Alongside her, however, came a strict-looking buff guy wearing the same type of school uniform, this silver-haired person was however double himself in size, at least two meters in height and burly muscular.

"Creep-kun." She called light-heartedly and cheerfully with that annoying high-pitched voice, she always had names for every one of the members of their Messiah Complex group of rejects. She didn't even acknowledge Kuroka's presence, which spoke of levels of sheer fanatism they treated whatever came out of Cao Cao's mouth. He knew false prophets and all about messiahs, in the end, they just brought misery and pain to society with their beliefs.

"Before that." The boy called forth.

"What do you think about thermonuclear weapons?"

He went into silence and fear spread through the entirety of his being. ~They can't, can they?~ He thought as his hand that started to shake massaged his left bicep. ~What have I gotten involved with?~ His thoughts spiraled down as he tried to open his mouth.

"Destruction." He spoke absent-mindedly being aware of enough images of human devastation caused by the vestiges of World War II in the world. The Khaos Brigade wasn't insane enough to get itself on one of those warheads, it was just impossible. There was no way that someone as insane as Cao Cao with a volatile temper and sheer insanity and adrenalin in his veins could get his hands on something as frail and destructive as a Thermonuclear Bomb. If he did, then whatever kiddie gloves were present around would be gone and the Khaos Brigade would now call the attention of organizations as heavy as the INTERPOL.

With an envelope in his hands, the giant of a man stared at him expectantly. He stared at it, and he slowly took hold of it. Jeanne and the giant guy were oblivious as always, ignorant of what they were just doing. Their grins had an appetite for destruction. With shaking hands, out of nervousness, he took hold of the yellow envelope, he hissed as the strong hand of the giant was on his shoulder and squeezed with all the strength.

"You're now part of us Doctor Wechnia."

"Don't be so hard on Creep-kun Heracles. He's always been loyal, right?" The female's eyes stared right through his even in the depths of the hood of his robes. He gave a single tense nod, now that he was in, he didn't know if he was going to survive. The most unfavorable position of a servant to be now, a part of the intimate inner circle of Cao Cao.

"Cao Cao-kun wants us to meet with the Vali Group." And once the words of Jeanne were said. With a nod of his head, in silence, he followed Jeanne all while Kuroka followed but with a few steps back from them. Using small bits of magic to cloak himself and further clinging to his cloak and hood, hiding from the world is what he enjoyed the most.

~What are you getting involved in Cao Cao?~ He thought in tension as his arms clung to the envelope he was given, no doubt the megalomaniac god-complexed bastard wanted to add the cherry on top by using one of humanity's most destructive weapons against the supernatural for fun. Was it worth, the lives of millions in this? He turned lightly back towards Kuroka, and he lightly smiled, she was curious of him. Her presence at least distracted him from the thoughts that wrecked his mind, a distraction he so desperately needed.

~You will only find someone hiding underneath a commoner.~ He thought with realism, like many others one ends in the bad side of life for reasons outside of their own volition, all for the sake of survival. Once through the blast doors, it revealed a complex luxurious mansion given by Ophis to Cao Cao to house the entirety of the Hero Faction and its ranks, Cao Cao treated it as his palace where he would pick up those disgraced sacred gear users and give them a chance, feeding them with his own words of hope and leading them to the crusade against the entirety of the world.

He could've used it for peace, but he preaches War and domination.

~A merchant of broken souls. Who now wants or already has a nuclear bomb.~ Passing through the main receiving room, they ascended through the stairs where in an office with an open window overlooking a beautiful lake Cao Cao held his gaze on the lake and the surrounding foliage through the window. Vali nonchalantly leaned on the wall with his arms crossed as he turned to the ones arriving. There was also another swordsman of blond hair and wearing a school uniform with a black blazer and by his side also another blond-haired girl who seemed to be the swordsman's sister.

"I need eyes." The Messiah of the Hero Faction grunted and turned. His eyes glanced at the folder that rested on his mahogany desk. With his blue-eyed gaze deposited on him again, taking a step forward and opened the folder, inside were the specifics of all the DxD Anti-Terrorist Team, printed and with dossiers on each of the members. The Ultimate Advantage passed down between all the groups of the Khaos Brigade, a group originally formed to combat Rizevim Livan Lucifer and the Khaos Brigade, now however it's been opened to the eyes of others.

~I'm the blank file in their drive disk.~ He eased his breath, his heart, and his soul. Cao Cao however inflexibly spoke.

"Doctor Wechnia." Cao Cao called towards him, and he stood up in tension, which was his name inside the organization when he about his special abilities. He had nothing else but his smarts and his wish to help others, he would've said Doctor, but he felt not like a doctor anymore and he knew inside here, he wouldn't feel like one. He said scientist, and it has stayed since then.

"We got information about a potential Sacred Gear user, I want him monitored. And, I want you to spy on Sona Sitri." But he knew the truth, Cao Cao was testing his mettle, and he was sending him to the depths of enemy territory to see if he came back. Yet the name he said.

Sitri.

"Don't forget to study the envelope that Heracles gave you. For as it shall be one of our backup plans. When the time comes, you will be pulled into that assignment." Cao Cao reminded.

He knelt submissively and bowed his head.

"It shall be done, your grace."

Cao Cao made a motion with his hand for him to raise, so he did, and with one last bow, he left the debriefing room and went to his laboratory to take only the essentials he wouldn't trust anyone with. Mostly the ancient scrolls he owned would be worth a thousand treasures. As he picked the essentials, he turned back to the lonely sleeping maiden in his laboratory, caressing her cheek, he could only almost cry. Would she ever wake up? Would she even know him at all? He gripped the envelope he was given tightly.

~Am I a coward for being a witness and not speaking? Am I an accomplice too?~ He thought with his head hung, he would play a part in a genocide, and he was sure Cao Cao would shove the disgusting pill of that fact down his throat if necessary.

"I'll be back before you know it." He went back to his laptop and at once started a protocol.

From the very straight bed, a plexiglass covered above her, and slowly the ventilation parameters were shown, verifying vital signs and building a steady shield. Slowly multiple tiny magical circles started to surround the plex-glass adding magical protection. He touched the plexiglass and hanging from the edge of the bed was a beautiful necklace and two dog tags, each with a name.

Ingvild L.

Caressing the dog tag, he shook his head and turned around, took Ser Crawley, and assembled him back before finally approaching a magical circle. He stared at the envelope and stored it inside his robes. ~Not today, not today yet.~ With those last thoughts, he disappeared.

You're a special boy. Never let anyone see you down.

The heavy feeling of emptiness invaded me as I walked through the ajar gates, nobody ever bothered with abandoned territories nobody wanted to live in. With the appearance of a gore castle rather than what it once used to be, the entrance through its gates gave a screech that seemed to summon all ghosts of old. Entering the castle, through a lonely stairway with carpeted red floor, maids and butlers might've been lined in the glory days of the castle, but not today. From the receiver to the left was a living room but my mind cared not about that, instead taking the next flight of stairs that were to the left and built from the wall. Once on the second floor, the carpet could be seen unmaintained, rough, unclean, symptoms of an abandoned castle, and a home that ached just as much as my heart did whenever I remembered the past. At the end of the hallway, a pair of mahogany wood doors waited. As I pushed them to open, it revealed a big wide room with everything so clean and orderly arranged. It seemed virtual, it screamed a farce and fallacy, but it was a truth. A painful truth.

Walking around the room, my head dismissed everything in favor of the big bed, which had an occupant. At the moment someone was taking care of it, a man in a three-piece black suit, a black beard and mustache, his black sclerae sulfuric yellow eyes noted his power, Monsieur Allairo, the only loyal man of his house he had left. The occupant of the bed was however connected to a Mechanical Ventilator, to the entirety of the world, the man was a vegetable, and would never answer ever again. The man with skin clinging to bones and frail blond hair that once used to be so bright was no dull, he wore a simple hospital blue robe and nothing more, thin white bedsheets covering him.

Caressing the face of my biological father, I removed my hood.

"Hello, father." I spoke with a multitude of feelings and broken, just as the day I was told you would be unconscious for the rest of my life and when you answered not my calls. So near yet so far, yet it still hurts. Sitting down near a wooden chair near to the bed, Placing an iris flower just as always, on the vase on my father's bedside desk.

"I managed to pull the trick on Lord Ajuka with a simple transfiguration spell and got my evil pieces made from star sapphires and weighted with underworld minerals as we discussed."

Speaking about my days to my father was the only thing that kept me sane from losing myself to the persona that was a member of the Khaos Brigade. The only thing between me and giving myself completely to Cao Cao's foolishness was right before me and still breathing through that mechanical ventilator. Bringing an ornate obsidian box and placing it near his form, resting my hands on my lap once more.

"I found her." I confessed barely able to hold my smile.

"One of my cousins." I went on drawling about Ingvild, how I've been keeping her safe and under the radar from anyone to take. We were the last of our family and we must remain together.

"I also made a dog tag with your name, mother's, and…mine." I voiced my thoughts freely to my father, at times speaking my worries also. Was a liberating exercise that also worked as therapeutic, something I so desperately needed at times. Leaning my back onto the chair as I combed my hair, my thoughts settled finally at the peace I felt long gone from my life with a few whisps of my household. Getting up from the chair and approaching my father's supine body, with a kiss on the forehead and taking the evil piece box.

"My Lord, I shall remain with your father as you have ordered me." Monsieur Allairo toned loyally which earned my nod.

"I thank you for your service to my Household Monsieur, if I could give anything I would."

"There is no need My Lord."

With a nod, I turned around and took the scenic route outside the castle. The once great Astaroth Family that had connections so near to the Phenex, Sitri, Agares, and Phenex, all that was left of it was a lonely decrepit castle, a lonely child, and a father who had been in a coma since he was born.

As if on automatic, by the time I realized I was even walking the gates of the castle closed behind me and I looked at the beautiful parage of the underworld.

~The world stops for No one.~ Wearing the hood of my robes once more, the night befell on the underworld.