[BOOST] - Ddraig speaking
Flashback - Innerthoughts/Flashbacks
Kuroka - Current Perspective
Kuroka stirred awake to the faint sound of knocking, the muffled rhythm tugging her from the edges of her dream. For a moment, she remained curled against Issei's side, her cheek resting on the steady rise and fall of his chest. The warmth of him, the soothing cadence of his breathing, made her want to stay like this forever.
Then came the voice—soft yet firm, with a touch of exasperated fondness.
"Issei, wake up! You'll be late at this rate!"
Kuroka's ears twitched, the familiar timbre of Raynare's voice cutting through the morning stillness. She opened one golden eye lazily, her lips curling into a smirk as she felt Issei shift beneath her. His body stirred with slow, practiced movements, a groggy stretch that spoke of discipline ingrained from years of early mornings.
"Mmm, morning, Ise-chin," she murmured, her voice a low purr. She draped her tails more possessively over him, savoring the warmth they shared. "Tell her to come back later. I'm not done with you yet, nyaa~."
Issei chuckled softly, his voice still heavy with sleep. "Ray won't wait, you know."
Before he could say more, the door creaked open, and there stood Raynare, framed by the pale light spilling in from the hallway. She was dressed in an oversized white shirt, its hem brushing mid-thigh, her dark hair cascading in loose waves. Kuroka's sharp eyes caught the flicker of emotion in Raynare's violet gaze—something unspoken yet ever-present whenever she looked at Issei.
"Good morning," Raynare greeted, her tone even but warm. She crossed her arms, a soft smile playing at her lips as she took in the scene before her. "Still in bed, I see. If you don't hurry, you'll miss breakfast."
Kuroka grinned, stretching languidly and letting the blanket slip down her shoulder. "Oh, come on, Ray~. Can't he have a few more minutes of rest? He works so hard." Her tails flicked playfully against Issei's side. "Besides, I'm way more entertaining than whatever's waiting for him in the kitchen."
Raynare raised an unimpressed brow, though a hint of amusement flickered in her violet eyes as if she were holding back a sharper retort. "That's debatable. But if you don't get moving, you'll miss breakfast—and good luck finding any hot water after Kuroka's done with it."
"Rude," Kuroka quipped, her golden eyes narrowing with mock indignation as she rested her chin on Issei's shoulder. Her tails flicked lazily against his side. "I was gonna let Ise-chin have his turn. Eventually."
Issei chuckled softly, his tone warm and unhurried, though his body moved with the kind of practiced ease that spoke of a well-worn routine. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he felt Kuroka's tails tighten briefly before she reluctantly let him go. Even half-asleep, his movements carried a quiet grace that Kuroka couldn't help but admire—a remnant, she thought, of the discipline instilled in him during his early years.
"Sounds like I should probably hurry then," Issei said, rising with a stretch, the faint light of the morning sun catching the relaxed smile on his face.
"By the way… I made the eggs the way you like them," Raynare said, her tone steady at first, but then it faltered, softening as her gaze flicked to the floor. "They're probably not as good as yours, but…" Her voice trailed off, a flicker of uncertainty slipping into her otherwise composed demeanor.
Kuroka arched an eyebrow, her golden eyes gleaming with amusement, her tails swishing lazily against the bed. She leaned back, propping herself up with one elbow as she enjoyed the scene unfolding before her.
Issei turned toward Raynare, his violet eyes warm and brimming with that quiet sincerity he always seemed to carry. "I'm sure they're perfect," he said, his voice soft and reassuring, like a gentle hand smoothing over frayed edges. The corners of his mouth curved into a smile, one of those rare ones that lingered just long enough to make Kuroka's chest ache faintly with envy. Damn, he really knows how to make a girl melt, she thought with a pang of begrudging admiration.
Raynare blinked, clearly caught off guard by the genuine weight behind Issei's words. Her cheeks turned the faintest shade of pink, and though she tried to brush it off with a quick toss of her hair, Kuroka could see the slight tremble in her hand. Oh, she's loving this, Kuroka noted, biting back a chuckle as Raynare's lips curved ever so slightly, betraying her satisfaction.
"It's nothing," Raynare murmured, quieter now, the confidence in her voice tempered with something softer. "Just… don't take too long, okay? The tea's getting cold."
Kuroka smirked, letting her gaze flick lazily between them. She saw the way Raynare tried to maintain her composure, though her words held just enough warmth to reveal her deeper feelings. She's always so measured, so careful with him, Kuroka thought, a hint of amusement curling through her. How boring.
As Raynare's eyes darted toward her, Kuroka decided to make things interesting. Stretching languidly, she placed a hand over her heart, her expression shifting to exaggerated endearment, "You're cute when you play house, Ray~."
Raynare glanced at her, and for a moment, Kuroka caught a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. "I'm not playing anything," she said briskly, turning on her heel. She lingered at the door just long enough to add, "Don't let her distract you, Issei."
"Fine, fine," Issei said, ruffling Kuroka's hair lightly before standing. She huffed, feigning annoyance, but her tails swished with contentment.
As the door clicked shut behind Raynare, Kuroka let out a soft laugh. "She's so fun to tease."
Issei gave her a look, part amused, part exasperated. "Play nice, Kuroka."
"No promises, nyaa~," she replied, settling back into the blankets with a satisfied yawn.
By the time Issei joined them in the kitchen, the tantalizing aroma of breakfast filled the air, mingling with the faint scent of tea. Morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm, golden glow over the cozy space. Kuroka lounged on a stool, her tails flicking lazily as she cradled a steaming cup of tea. She took a long, slow sip, her sharp golden eyes flicking toward Raynare, who was busy straightening a napkin at the table. The Fallen Angel's meticulous habits never failed to amuse her, even if they did balance out her own lack of effort in these moments.
"Morning again, Ise-chin~," Kuroka purred as Issei walked in, her voice dripping with playful warmth. Her gaze trailed over him, noting how the morning light caught the faint sheen of water in his still-damp hair. She flashed him a cheeky grin. "We saved you some—barely."
Raynare shot her a sharp look, her violet eyes narrowing in that way that meant she was this close to rolling them. "I would've let him eat," she said primly, taking her seat with a deliberate air of composure. "Some of us have more self-control than others."
Kuroka snorted, leaning forward on her stool, her grin widening. "Right," she drawled, her voice heavy with mock disbelief. She tilted her head, her ears twitching with amusement as she let her gaze drift deliberately. "Self-control is why you're wearing that shirt and nothing else, huh?"
Raynare froze mid-sip, the color rising in her cheeks. She placed her teacup down with a pointed slowness, clearly trying to regain her footing. Gotcha. Though clearly flustered, Raynare maintained her cool, "You're insufferable," she muttered, though her tone lacked any real bite.
Kuroka's grin only grew. "Nyaa~. And yet you still keep me around." She turned her attention to Issei as he took a seat, catching the flicker of amusement in his eyes. "See? He gets it," she added smugly, her tails swishing in satisfaction.
Issei shook his head, though the small smile playing on his lips betrayed his amusement. He picked up his fork, taking a bite of his breakfast. "This is great, Ray. Thanks."
The praise landed like a soft blow to Raynare's already frayed composure. Kuroka caught the subtle twitch of her shoulders, the way her blush deepened as she turned slightly away, busying herself with her tea. But even then, the faintest smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "It's nothing," she murmured, her voice softer now. "I'm just glad you like it."
"Of course he does," Kuroka interjected breezily, resting her chin in her hand as she shot Raynare a sidelong glance. "But let's be real, Ise-chin spoils us with his cooking. We're all doomed to second place."
Raynare's gaze snapped toward her, irritation flashing briefly in her eyes, but she didn't rise to the bait. Instead, she turned back to her tea, muttering, "Some of us know how to enjoy a meal without turning it into a competition."
Kuroka snorted, clearly unbothered. "Competition's what makes life interesting, Ray~." She flicked her tail for emphasis.
Issei cut in before their banter could escalate, his chuckle breaking the tension. "It's not a competition, you two," he said lightly, shaking his head as he reached for his tea.
"Of course it isn't," Kuroka agreed, though the teasing glint in her eyes suggested otherwise. She leaned back on her stool, her grin turning impish. "We all know who'd win anyway."
Raynare exhaled slowly, clearly debating whether or not to respond, but Issei didn't give her the chance. He set his fork down, his tone shifting slightly as he asked, "What's the plan for today?"
Kuroka smirked, her posture relaxing as she waved a hand airily. "Oh, you know, just another lazy day for me, nyaa~. But you, Ise-chin? Off to charm all those Kuoh girls with that smile of yours?"
Issei rolled his eyes, though his grin remained easy. "Surviving my classes is enough of a goal, thanks."
Raynare's teasing edge softened, her gaze settling on him with quiet concern. "Just don't overdo it," she said, her voice low but earnest. "And… take care of yourself, okay?"
Kuroka's ears twitched as she caught the change in tone. Well, isn't that sweet? She watched as Issei's expression softened, his warm violet gaze lingering on Raynare for just a moment longer than usual.
"Don't worry, I will," he said with a reassuring smile. Grabbing his bag, he slung it over his shoulder. "See you both later."
The door closed with a soft click, leaving the kitchen in comfortable silence. Kuroka stretched, leaning back with a lazy grin. "You're cute when you're worried, Ray~."
Raynare's gaze lingered on the door for a beat before she turned back to Kuroka, her cheeks tinged faintly pink. "And you're impossible," she muttered, though there was no real heat in her voice.
Kuroka laughed, the sound light and melodic. "Nyaa~. I'll take that as a compliment."
"I wonder how Murayama and Katase's first contract went…" Hyoudou Issei muttered, strolling along the sunlit sidewalk. The warmth of the morning settled comfortably on his shoulders, though his thoughts drifted elsewhere. Kuoh's streets were like a puzzle, each corner a piece that looked frustratingly similar. Without Murayama or Katase's guidance, he was never sure he'd find his destination.
"Uwah!"
A sudden yelp pulled Issei from his wandering thoughts. He turned sharply, catching sight of a girl sprawled across the pavement a few steps away. Her white veil had slipped askew, draping over her face like a misplaced curtain. Beneath the fabric, soft golden strands caught the sunlight, shimmering faintly. As she sat up, adjusting herself, the brief flutter of her skirt revealed a glimpse of pure white beneath—an unintentional detail that had Issei glancing away with a slight cough.
"Why do I keep tripping?" the girl murmured, brushing dust from her hands. Her voice was delicate, tinged with frustration. Then, as though realizing she wasn't alone, she looked up. Bright green eyes met his violet ones, wide and unguarded.
Her cheeks flushed as pink as spring blossoms.
Issei stepped forward, offering his hand without hesitation. "You okay?"
The girl hesitated, then slipped her smaller hand into his. "Arigato," she whispered, her voice barely louder than the morning breeze. With his help, she stood, patting down her skirt with hurried movements.
A sudden gust of wind swept through the street, catching the veil still in her grasp. It slipped free, spiraling high into the air. She gasped, reaching for it too late as her golden hair cascaded around her shoulders, gleaming in the sun.
Issei moved without thinking, his hand darting out to snatch the veil midair. "Got it," he said, holding it out to her.
The girl clutched the veil to her chest, her relief was evident. "Thank you again," she said, bowing slightly. Then, more hesitantly, she added, "Ano… I got lost. I don't know much Japanese yet, and I couldn't find anyone who speaks Italian."
Her sheepish smile was almost too endearing, tugging at something protective in Issei's chest.
"Lost, huh?" He glanced down at the modest suitcase beside her. "Where are you supposed to go?"
"The church in this town," she said earnestly. "I was sent there, but I couldn't find my way."
"You're a nun?"
She nodded, her gaze shy but unwavering.
Issei tilted his head, thinking. "Well, I'm new here too, but I think there's only one church nearby—that rundown one on the hill."
Her eyes lit up instantly. "That's the one! Do you know how to get there?"
"I think so," he admitted with a small laugh. "Though if I'm honest, I'm not great with directions either."
Before she could reply, a voice called out behind them.
"Issei-kun!"
Issei turned to see Murayama jogging toward him, her ponytail swaying in rhythm with her steps. Katase followed behind her at a steadier pace, her expression calm and composed as ever.
"Oh, Katase, Murayama. Your new place must be close by?" Issei asked as they approached.
"Just around the corner," Katase said, offering a small smile. "Good morning, Issei."
"Morning!" Murayama chimed, hands on her hips.
"I was just showing this sister to the church," Issei explained, motioning to the girl beside him. "You two want to come along? I could use the backup in case I get lost."
Katase raised a brow. "You? Giving directions? Yeah, we'd better come. Don't want you wandering into the woods or something."
Murayama grinned. "Exactly. Let's go."
As the group began walking, a small boy's cries caught their attention. The child sat on the edge of the sidewalk, clutching his knee. A nasty scrape stretched across his skin, raw and red.
The nun moved immediately, kneeling before the boy with a gentle smile. "Don't cry, little one," she soothed. "It's just a scratch. You're very brave, aren't you?"
The boy sniffled, looking up at her with wide, tear-filled eyes. She placed her hands over his injured knee, and a soft green light emanated from her palms. The rings on her fingers glowed faintly as the wound knit itself closed in mere moments.
The boy blinked at his now-healed knee, his tears forgotten. "It's all better now," the nun said, her smile radiant.
"Thank you, Onee-chan!" the boy exclaimed before scampering off.
The nun stood, brushing off her skirt. She turned back to the group, her cheeks pink with embarrassment. "Ah, sorry. Force of habit," she said, sticking her tongue out in a playful gesture.
"That was amazing," Katase said, her gaze lingering on the glowing rings.
"It's a gift from God," the nun replied softly, though her smile faltered briefly. "Yes… a wonderful gift."
The group walked in silence for a while, the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant hum of the town filling the gaps in their conversation. Asia's steps were light but deliberate, as though the weight of her thoughts slowed her pace. Her fingers brushed over the veil she now clutched tightly, her smile warm yet contemplative.
"That must be it," she said suddenly, pointing toward a weathered silhouette on the hill.
Issei followed her gaze, spotting the old, abandoned church. Its steeple jutted against the sky, a stark reminder of its lonely state.
"Yeah, I think that's the only church around here," he confirmed, though unease flickered in his chest.
Katase and Murayama exchanged a glance, their expressions tightening ever so slightly.
Asia clasped her hands together, her radiant smile returning. "Thank goodness," she said with a soft sigh of relief. "I've finally made it."
Her gratitude was genuine, but there was something almost fragile in her joy—like a fleeting ember that might be extinguished with a single breath. She turned to them, bowing deeply. "Thank you so much for helping me. I hope we can meet again someday."
"Are you sure this is the right place?" Katase asked, hesitation creeping into her voice. "It's been abandoned for years."
"I'm sure," she replied, her conviction unshaken. "This is where I'm meant to be."
"Well, alright," Issei said, scratching the back of his neck. "We'd come with you, but school's about to start. If I don't stick with these two, I'll probably end up hopelessly lost."
Asia laughed softly, the sound delicate and pure. "That's okay. You've already helped me so much. God bless you all."
"Hyoudou Issei," he said, offering her a small wave. "Just call me Issei."
"Murayama Kaori," Murayama added, grinning. "Kaori's fine."
"Katase Yui," Katase said simply. "Feel free to call me Yui."
"Issei-san, Kaori-san, Yui-san," Asia said, her voice like a melody. "I'm so glad to have met such kind people. If you ever find the time, please visit the church."
"Promise," Issei replied, giving her one last smile as the group turned to leave.
As they walked away, Issei glanced back once more. Asia stood at the church's gate, waving. The sunlight framed her like a painting, her veil flowing gently in the breeze.
Her innocence lingered in his mind, a quiet reminder of something almost too precious for the world around them.
"She's so pure," Issei thought, his chest tightening unexpectedly. "I feel like I need to protect her from everything."
His thoughts scattered as he suddenly realized something was amiss. Looking around, he found himself standing alone.
"Wait—where did Katase and Murayama go?" he blurted, panic flashing across his face.
The sound of stifled laughter reached his ears, and he turned to see Murayama poking her head out from behind a corner, grinning impishly. Katase stood beside her, arms crossed but a faint smile tugging at her lips.
"Honestly," Katase said with mock exasperation, "how do you get lost with us right here?"
Murayama giggled, waving him over. "Come on, Issei! We'll make sure you don't miss class."
With a sheepish grin, Issei jogged to catch up, the lingering image of Asia still tucked quietly in the back of his mind.
"Don't go near a church again."
Rias Gremory's voice was firm yet calm as she addressed Murayama Kaori and Katase Yui. Her aquamarine eyes held a quiet intensity, the light streaming through the stained glass catching the fiery sheen of her crimson hair. Leaning against the wooden railing of the balcony, she exuded an air of authority that left little room for argument.
"Churches are hostile territory for devils. Even approaching one is enough to incite a fight with God," she continued, her words laced with an edge that sent a shiver down Kaori's spine.
Kaori shifted uneasily, the memory of the strange chill near the church earlier lingering in her mind. She opened her mouth to speak, but Yui beat her to it.
"Then the cold feeling we got when we walked by?" Yui asked, her voice calm but inquisitive, her hands clasped tightly in front of her as though bracing for the answer.
Rias glanced at her, her gaze softening ever so slightly. "Likely your demonic instincts warning you of danger," she explained. "Remaining near a church is practically inviting death. Some exorcists even wield Sacred Gears of their own. A careless mistake could cost you everything."
The mention of Sacred Gears tugged at Kaori's memory. Her thoughts wandered to the green glow of Asia's rings, her brow furrowing. Sacred Gear... She turned the words over in her mind, but before she could ask, Rias's tone grew heavier.
"Do you two know what it means to exorcise a devil?"
Kaori and Yui exchanged glances, a shared unease flickering between them. Slowly, they shook their heads, their breaths hitching in anticipation of her explanation.
"To exorcise a devil," Rias began, her voice quieter now but no less impactful, "is to annihilate them completely. It's not just death. You cease to exist—erased into nothingness. No soul, no afterlife. You simply... disappear."
The words hit like a thunderclap, the weight of their meaning sinking into the silence that followed. Kaori's fingers curled at her sides, the thought too vast and terrifying to fully grasp.
Rias sighed, the faintest hint of regret softening her expression. "I don't mean to sound harsh," she said, her voice gentler now. "But you need to be more careful. You're still adjusting to this world, and I can't always be there to protect you."
"H-Hai," Kaori and Yui murmured in unison, their voices subdued.
Rias straightened, her posture elegant as always, and with a swirl of crimson hair, she turned and walked away, leaving the two girls in a heavy silence.
As they made their way down the hallway toward the clubroom, Kaori's voice broke the silence, edged with frustration. "Why was Buchou so upset? It's not like we went inside or anything."
Yui kept her gaze forward, her tone thoughtful as she replied, "She's just trying to make sure we're careful. We're still figuring out how the supernatural works, and the more we understand, the safer we'll be."
Kaori let out an exaggerated sigh, throwing her hands in the air. "I get that, but it feels like no matter what I do, I'm always messing up. I just want to show her I'm not a total screw-up."
Yui glanced at her briefly, her voice quiet yet resolute. "If it helps us survive, I don't mind a few lectures."
A lilting voice, playful and amused, suddenly chimed in. "Buchou is only looking out for you, Kaori-chan."
Kaori and Yui jumped, spinning around to see Akeno Himejima standing behind them. Her purple eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint, her smile as disarming as it was teasing.
"Himejima-senpai!" they exclaimed in unison, startled.
Akeno chuckled, a melodic sound that danced in the air. She waved a hand dismissively, her tone light and teasing. "Oh my, you two are so formal. Just call me Akeno. No need to be so stiff—I don't bite. Not hard, anyway."
Kaori puffed out her cheeks in a mock pout. "Senpai, do you have to sneak up on us like that? My heart can only take so much!"
"Well, Kaori-chan, maybe I'm just testing your reflexes," Akeno quipped, leaning slightly toward her. "Consider it part of your devil training."
Kaori rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress the smirk tugging at her lips. "You've got a real talent for keeping us on edge, Akeno-senpai."
Yui, on the other hand, cast a fleeting glance at Akeno before quickly looking away, her fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt in a subtle, nervous gesture. "Do you always enjoy making us jump, Akeno-senpai?" she asked, her tone quiet yet laced with an almost forced composure as if trying to mask her flustered state.
Akeno's smile widened, her gaze warm yet mischievous. "How could I not?" she said, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "You're both just so cute—I simply can't help myself."
Yui's cheeks flushed crimson, and she quickly averted her gaze, mumbling something incoherent.
The trio rounded a corner and entered the main clubroom. Kaori flopped onto the couch by the window with dramatic flair, throwing her arms over the backrest. "Ah, finally! My poor feet. Being a devil is way more exhausting than I expected."
Yui quietly took a seat across from her, pulling out a book she had tucked under her arm. She opened it but hesitated, her gaze flickering toward Kaori's antics before dropping back to the page.
Akeno sauntered over to the couch and leaned against the backrest, her posture elegant despite her relaxed demeanor. "Now, now, Kaori-chan. You've only just started. Surely you're not ready to retire already?"
Kaori sat up, throwing her hands into the air. "It's not that! I just feel like I keep screwing up, and Buchou's always so serious with me."
Akeno's teasing softened as she rested a hand lightly on Kaori's shoulder. "Rias-sama means well. She's hard on you because she cares. Believe me, if she didn't think you were worth her time, she wouldn't bother at all."
Kaori blinked, the words settling into her chest like a small weight. "Yeah, I guess… It's just frustrating, you know?"
Yui glanced up from her book, her voice tentative but thoughtful. "Maybe… Buchou sees potential in us. She wouldn't have saved us otherwise, right? I think she just wants us to be prepared."
Akeno straightened, brushing invisible dust from her skirt. "Speaking of Rias-sama, did either of you see where she went? I just got a message from the Archduke."
Kaori shrugged, leaning back into the couch. "Not a clue."
"She mentioned the Student Council Room," Yui offered. "Not sure why, though."
Akeno's lips curled into a knowing smile. "I see. Well, you two stay here. I'll bring her back. She'll explain everything soon."
With a graceful turn, Akeno strode toward the door, her presence as commanding as it was elegant. The soft click of the door echoed faintly as it closed behind her.
For a moment, the room was quiet. Yui turned back to her book, her focus steady but her expression contemplative.
Kaori stared at her hand, and with quiet concentration, she summoned her Sacred Gear. A soft hum of power filled the room as the dark gray gauntlet materialized around her arm. The dragon-like head over her hand glinted faintly in the fading sunlight, the hollow eyes seeming to stare back at her in eerie silence. She traced her fingers over the cold surface, the metal smooth and solid beneath her touch, yet there was a strange weight to it. It was as if it had its own presence, a reminder of the power that had been thrust upon her.
The gem embedded in the gauntlet shimmered softly, like a warning, or perhaps a promise. Her heart fluttered with unease as she thought of its potential—what it could mean for her future, and the dangers she might face. It was so much power, and yet it felt so... alien. A part of her didn't know if she could control it—or if it was controlling her.
She dispelled the gear with a flick of her wrist, the weight lifting immediately, but its presence remained in the back of her mind. She leaned back into the couch, her gaze drifting toward the darkening sky outside.
"Guess we'll find out what she has in store for us soon enough," she muttered.
Yui glanced at her briefly before returning to her book, the room settling into a companionable quiet.
(THIS SECTION IS ME EXPERIMENTING WITH 1st PERSON POV PLEASE BARE WITH ME I WANTED TO TRY IT)
The end of the school day was usually a godsend—a free pass to escape endless lectures, gossiping students, and an overabundance of teenage hormones. But today, as the final bell rang, it felt more like the starter pistol for a race Hyoudou Issei couldn't afford to lose.
The crowds surged toward the gates of Kuoh Academy, their chatter blending into a dull roar. I hung back, keeping my steps casual and deliberate. A few of my classmates glanced my way—Katase and Murayama whispering to each other like they always did when I walked by. One of them was definitely debating whether to talk to me, but I just gave them my best easygoing smile.
"See you tomorrow," I said, loud enough to carry over the noise, my feet already aiming for the side exit.
Stepping into the crisp afternoon air, I tugged at the collar of my uniform, loosening the ribbon that felt more like a noose after those long hours. Freedom, at last. Well, sort of.
The streets around Kuoh were quiet, bathed in the warm orange hues of the setting sun. It would've been a picturesque stroll if I wasn't actively hunting for rogue Fallen Angels. Romantic sunsets kind of lose their charm when you're tracking creatures who love to literally stab you in the back.
I ducked into a narrow alley, leaving the chatter of the streets behind. The air here was damp and heavy, carrying hints of old blood and ozone—traces of supernatural activity that lingered like ghostly fingerprints. My instincts buzzed, my senses stretching out like a second set of eyes.
"Alright, let's see what you've got, you bastards," I muttered under my breath.
The Fallen Angels in the area had been sloppy lately, leaving energy trails that even a blind man could follow. They reeked of arrogance—or desperation. Lucky for me, sniffing out spiritual traces was almost second nature, a gift from my bloodlines.
[Our bloodlines], a voice rumbled in the back of my mind.
"Yeah, yeah, Ddraig," I whispered, shaking my head. "Not the time for a history lesson."
[Hmph. If you took more pride in who you are, you'd embrace the thrill of the hunt instead of skulking like a thief.]
I didn't bother responding. Ddraig had a point—he usually did—but his timing was trash—as it usually was. It wasn't like I hated my Fallen Angel heritage; I just didn't see the point in dwelling on it. Comfort was enough for me, nothing to be proud of, at least not there. My fingers brushed against the necklace under my shirt, the talisman Okaa-sama had made for me. The warmth it gave off was steady, grounding. It kept me focused, kept me from falling too deep into my own head.
But Ddraig's growl lingered, low and faint, like the echo of distant thunder.
Another turn led me deeper into the maze of alleys. The light from the streetlamps barely reached here, shadows pooling like spilled ink. Perfect. If there was anywhere a Fallen might set up shop, it'd be a place like this—forgotten, suffocating, and crawling with bad vibes.
My thoughts wandered, briefly, to the girls at school. At least two of them had been blatantly checking me out today. Not that I blamed them. Who wouldn't notice the handsome new guy with mysterious vibes? Not to toot my own horn or anything, but hey, credit where credit's due.
I chuckled softly, shaking my head. "Focus, Issei. You're here for work, not… whatever that was."
And then I felt it—a ripple in the air, faint but unmistakable. My grin vanished, replaced by something sharper, colder. The energy was tainted, heavy with malice, and distinctively Fallen.
I pressed my back against the alley wall, my breaths steady and controlled. The talisman around my neck warmed slightly, its protective charm dampening my presence. Another pulse followed the first, stronger this time, closer. Whoever—or whatever—was out there wasn't bothering to hide itself. Bold. Or stupid. Probably both.
I moved silently, my steps light and deliberate. The energy trail was stronger now, like a beacon drawing me toward its source. It wasn't long before I spotted them—two figures huddled near the shell of an abandoned warehouse. Cloaked in black, their wings were folded tight against their backs, casting jagged shadows across the cracked walls.
"Fools," one of them hissed, his voice sharp and guttural. "We should've left days ago. Staying here is asking for trouble."
The other figure, a woman by her silhouette, scoffed. "And lose the chance to finish this job? You've grown soft, Kalek. What's a few devils compared to what we stand to gain?"
I frowned, straining to hear more. Their words weren't making much sense yet, but the mention of devils made my stomach twist. Rias and her peerage were already on my radar for other reasons, but if these two were planning something against her…
The male, Kalek, stepped forward, his wings unfurling slightly. "We're playing with fire. That Gremory brat and her lackeys are already sniffing around. If we stay, we'll be—"
A sharp noise cut him off, something between a snarl and a hiss. Both figures stiffened, their heads snapping in my direction.
Smooth, Issei. Real smooth. My shoe had brushed against a stray can, the metallic clatter shattering the silence like a gunshot.
The woman turned toward me, her eyes gleaming red in the dim light. "Looks like we've got an audience," she purred, her voice laced with malice. "Why don't you come out, little rat?"
I sighed, stepping into the faint glow of a nearby streetlamp. My hands were shoved into my pockets, my expression deliberately casual. But my body was ready—every muscle taut, every nerve on edge.
"Rat? That's a bit harsh," I said, flashing a lopsided grin. "I prefer 'concerned citizen.'"
The woman sneered, her wings flaring out behind her. "Bold for a human. You must have a death wish."
Kalek growled, his gaze darting between me and the alley behind him. "This isn't worth our time. Let's just—"
"Shut up," the woman snapped, her eyes never leaving mine. "He's heard too much."
The air grew thick with tension, the faint crackle of energy sparking like static.
[Let them strike first], Ddraig advised. [Teach them the price of underestimating you.]
I sighed again, the talisman growing warmer against my chest. "Man, I was really hoping we could talk this out. Guess not."
The woman laughed, sharp and cruel. "Oh, we'll talk. Right after I rip that smug grin off your face."
My smile widened, but my eyes hardened. "You're welcome to try."
The alley fell silent, the weight of the coming fight pressing down like a stormfront.
Time to remind them why they're on the run.
Katase Yui blinked, her heart pounding in her chest. When her eyes opened, she found herself in a completely different place. The lingering shimmer of a magic circle faded beneath her feet, its faint hum giving way to an eerie silence as she took in her surroundings.
The ORC had materialized in the middle of a decrepit warehouse, its crumbling walls barely holding up against the night's chill. Moonlight spilled through broken windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. Rias Gremory stepped forward, her crimson hair catching the silvery glow like a banner of authority.
"According to the Archduke, there's a stray devil in this area," Rias announced, her voice calm yet carrying an undeniable edge of command. She cast a brief glance over her shoulder, her aquamarine eyes sharp and assessing. "If I'd known where Issei was, I would've invited him to join us. Unfortunately, he seemed to disappear as soon as classes ended."
"Strays are devils who used to serve another master," Kiba explained, his voice measured and serious as he addressed Yui and Kaori. "But sometimes, they betray or even kill their masters, believing they can live however they please. That's why we call them strays."
"Like us?" Kaori asked, a flicker of unease in her voice.
Kiba nodded solemnly. "Yes, but without the rules or bonds we follow, they descend into something monstrous."
Akeno took over, her usual playful demeanor giving way to a cold edge. "This one has been luring people to a deserted house, where it kills and devours them," she said, a faint frown tugging at her lips. "Tonight's mission is to eliminate it."
"Chances are you'll encounter a true monstrosity," Kiba added. "Overflowing demonic power can twist both body and mind."
"They're gross…" Koneko muttered, her soft voice carrying a sharp note of disgust.
As the group approached their destination, the dilapidated building loomed ominously before them, its crumbling façade partially lit by the moonlight spilling into the open hall. The air was heavy, and each step echoed ominously on the stone floor. When they entered, the front doors creaked shut behind them, the sound reverberating like a warning.
"Yui, Kaori," Rias began, turning to the two new recruits. "Are you familiar with the rules of chess?"
"You mean the board game?" Kaori asked, tilting her head.
"Of course, Buchou," Yui answered more confidently. "Why?"
Rias's lips curved into a small, approving smile. "This is the perfect opportunity to explain Evil Pieces to you," she said. "As the master, I am the king. My peerage consists of a Queen, Knights, Rooks, Bishops, and Pawns. High-Class Devils use these pieces to reincarnate others into their servants. Tonight, I want you two to observe how the others fight. Take note of their roles and abilities—it will help you understand what it means to be a member of my peerage."
"She's here…" Koneko muttered, her golden eyes narrowing as she scanned the shadows.
A distorted, guttural voice echoed through the chamber, laced with a mocking tone. "Ahh, I smell something foul... yet tantalizingly sweet!" The sound bounced off the walls, making it impossible to pinpoint its source. "Will it be Sweet?" The voice lingered, teasing them as though savoring the moment. "Or will it be Bitter?"
The figure finally emerged from behind a crumbling pillar, her grotesque form bathed in the dim moonlight filtering through the broken roof. Her bare, twisted body moved with perverse confidence, her dull purple eyes gleaming with malice. Long black hair hung down her back in disarray, contrasting with the monstrous alterations to her form—an unnatural blending of woman and beast. Her lips twisted into a grin, exposing jagged teeth as she towered over the group, her movements almost hypnotic in their grotesqueness.
"Stray Devil Visor," Rias declared, stepping forward with her voice firm and commanding. "In the name of Duke Gremory, we have come to eliminate you."
Visor's grin widened, and her laughter filled the room, chilling and unhinged. "How insolent! A little girl dares to challenge me? I'll paint that pretty red hair of yours with your blood!" Her hands roamed her body in a disturbingly lewd display, her laughter growing louder.
"About as good of a line as I'd expect from a low-class stray like you," Rias replied coldly, her gaze unwavering.
The stray hissed, her rage evident as she slammed a clawed foot into the ground, sending cracks spider-webbing across the floor. As she stepped into full view, her monstrous form became clear: elongated, clawed limbs reminiscent of a spider's legs supported her grotesque frame. The gaping maw on her stomach, lined with rows of jagged teeth, pulsed grotesquely, dripping with saliva.
"Told you they were gross," Koneko deadpanned, her voice tinged with faint disgust.
"In both body and mind, they become abominations," Kiba added, his tone grim.
Visor's manic laughter filled the air again, her tongue flicking out between her jagged teeth as she continued her bizarre performance. Her twisted sense of humor culminated in an unsettling display—magic circles formed at her chest, and with a shriek of amusement, beams of energy erupted from her grotesquely altered body.
The group scattered as the blasts narrowly missed them, instead striking the walls and leaving sizzling craters in their wake. Dust and debris filled the air, the walls groaning under the strain. Yui's stomach churned as she instinctively ducked behind a pillar.
"Keep your guard up," Rias commanded, her voice cutting through the chaos. Her gaze flicked to the smoking crater left by the stray's energy blast, her expression one of clear distaste. "Yuuto," she said, her tone sharp yet calm.
Kiba nodded without a word. In one fluid motion, he unsheathed his sword, his form blurring as he vanished from sight.
"Where did he go?" Yui gasped, her eyes darting around the room.
Rias offered a small, confident smile. "Yuuto is my Knight. His trait is speed—so much so that to an untrained eye, he's practically invisible."
Before Yui could respond, Kiba reappeared beneath the stray, his blade flashed with deadly precision, severing the stray's elongated arm with a sickening crack. Blood sprayed in crimson arcs, splattering the stone floor as the creature staggered back, shrieking in agony. It clutched the stump of its limb, the gory mess of muscle and sinew spilling from its open wound as Kiba leaped to safety, his movements as smooth as they were deadly.
The stray writhed, its monstrous form trembling with rage. With a guttural roar, the mouth on its stomach split open, revealing rows of jagged, saliva-coated teeth. "DIE!" it bellowed, lunging toward Koneko with terrifying speed.
"Koneko-chan!" Kaori cried out in alarm as the massive maw closed around the petite girl, the teeth snapping shut with a sickening crunch.
"Don't worry," Rias said, her tone steady and composed despite the horrifying sight.
The stray's grotesque laughter echoed through the room, its stomach convulsing as if savoring its supposed victory. But the laughter quickly turned into a garbled screech of confusion as the mouth began to shake violently. With a wet, tearing sound, the jaws were pried open, revealing Koneko standing unharmed, her small hands effortlessly forcing the monstrous teeth apart. Slime clung to her clothes, which were now tattered, exposing her pale skin and the straps of her white bra.
"Koneko is my Rook," Rias explained, her voice tinged with a hint of pride. "Her traits are tremendous strength and near-impenetrable defense. An attack like that won't even leave a mark."
"Begone," Koneko said flatly, her golden eyes narrowing in disgust. With a sudden twist, she hurled the stray across the room with enough force to shatter its rows of teeth. The monstrous body slammed into a pillar, completely obliterating it in a cascade of rubble and dust.
Yui's breath hitched as she stared at the aftermath of Koneko's devastating attack. The sheer force displayed left her speechless. Her stomach churned as Koneko's monstrous strength tore through the stray's defenses with ease. She couldn't stop staring, awed and frightened in equal measure. Note to self: never get on Koneko-chan's bad side. Her gaze swept across the room, now thick with swirling dirt and debris. The already fragile pillars had been reduced to crumbled heaps, and the once-solid walls bore deep scars from the stray's earlier onslaught.
Her eyes caught a sudden flicker in the shadows—a subtle, sharp movement that sent a jolt through her. Her heart leaped into her throat as she realized what it was: a severed claw, hurtling through the air with lethal speed straight toward Rias.
"Buchou!" Yui cried out, panic flooding her voice as she instinctively moved, her legs propelling her forward. But she wasn't fast enough—the claw closed the distance far too quickly for her to intercept.
Before the claw could reach its target, a spear of crimson light pierced through it mid-air, stopping it cold. Black feathers fluttered to the ground, and a familiar voice rang out, calm yet laced with amusement.
"Looks like you were all having fun without me," Issei quipped, his black wings carrying him gracefully down to the group. His voice was light, but the sharp gleam in his violet eyes hinted at the power lurking just beneath the surface.
"Thank you, Issei. Nice of you to show up," Rias said, brushing some dust off her shoulder with practiced nonchalance.
"Issei, where did you go after class?" Yui demanded, marching over to him. Without hesitation, she grabbed his cheek and pulled him down to her level, her face a mixture of frustration and concern.
"I gwot wost on the way to the clubwoom," he said, his speech muffled by Yui's relentless grip. He raised his hands in a pleading gesture, but the girl wasn't done.
"And why weren't you following us?" she pressed, narrowing her eyes.
"I had swomething to do," Issei stammered, his cheeks reddening as she tightened her hold.
Yui sighed and finally released him, her frustration melting into a soft blush. "Call me next time, baka," she muttered, her eyes darting away for a moment.
Rias sweatdropped, shaking her head at the spectacle. "Akeno," she said, her tone shifting back to one of authority.
"Of course, Buchou," Akeno replied, stepping forward. Her ever-present smile turned sharp, predatory, as her gaze landed on the bleeding form of Visor. "Ara ara, what should I do?" she mused aloud, her voice dripping with sadistic glee as electricity began crackling around her fingers.
With an elegant grace, Akeno approached the writhing stray devil, her expression one of cruel delight. "A bad girl who dares to harm our Buchou needs to be punished," she said, her grin widening as the stray let out a pitiful groan.
Rias turned slightly, addressing Yui and Kaori. "Akeno is my Queen," she explained. "As the King's second-in-command, she possesses the abilities of all the other pieces, though to a lesser degree. Most Queens specialize in offensive demonic magic."
The scent of ozone grew heavy in the air as Akeno's power built. Lightning coiled and danced around her outstretched hands, the energy combining into a single, blindingly bright stream. With a dramatic flourish, she unleashed the combined bolt. The lightning arced high before slamming into the stray devil, its body jerking violently as the crackling energy coursed through it. The room was filled with the sound of thunder and the stray's agonized screams as Akeno's attacks continued to ravage the stray devil.
"On top of that, she's also a complete sadist," Rias added, her tone carrying a note of exasperation.
"Ara ara, you're still energetic," Akeno said, her breathing deepening as she placed a hand on her flushed face. Her lips curled into a sultry smile as she licked them slowly, savoring the stray devil's agonized twitching. The air around her sizzled with the crackle of lightning as she continued to send bolts of electricity surging through Visor's mutilated body.
"That could be fun," Issei muttered under his breath, his violet eyes briefly flickering with amusement. The silence that followed made him realize his mistake as Yui and Kaori turned sharply toward him, their expressions a mix of disbelief and annoyance.
"I have no defense for myself," he sighed, raising his hands in surrender.
"Ise-kun says I could be fun," Akeno cooed, her breathing growing even heavier. Her voice dripped with unrestrained glee as she unleashed another flurry of lightning bolts. The stray's screams reverberated through the chamber, its body convulsing violently under her relentless assault. "I wonder how long this one can last," she mused, her tone dangerously playful.
"Akeno, that's enough," Rias commanded firmly, her voice cutting through the crackling static in the air.
Akeno turned, placing a hand on her cheek and offering an innocent smile, her demeanor shifting in an instant. "We're done already? How disappointing." She stepped back gracefully, her power fading as the stray collapsed behind her in a charred, twitching heap. A flicker of mischief returned to her expression as she glanced at Issei. "I wonder if Ise-kun would help me finish next time," she thought, her lips curling into a teasing smirk.
Rias approached the stray's quivering form, her aquamarine eyes cold and unyielding. "Any last words?" she asked, her voice steady and commanding.
"Kill me…" Visor rasped, barely able to force the words out.
"Really? If that's all, then vanish." Rias extended her arms, a crimson and black magic circle forming beneath her feet. The air around her shimmered with raw power as she spoke her final word: "Checkmate."
A burst of energy erupted from the circle, engulfing the stray devil in a brilliant blaze. When the light faded, no trace of Visor remained, the room eerily silent in the aftermath.
"We're done here," Rias announced, turning to her group. "Let's get back, 'kay?"
"Hai, Buchou," the group replied in unison, save for Yui and Kaori, who exchanged a glance before Kaori hesitantly spoke up.
"Wait, Buchou," Kaori said, stepping forward. "What pieces are Yui and I?"
Rias paused, her expression softening as she turned to the pair.
"You're Pawns."
A/N: Hi chat! Sorry this chapter was a little delay, I really wasn't happy with any of the ways the rewrite was going. I probably almost published 4 separate drafts before landing on this one. It's not perfect, it's a bit clunky I can't lie, but it's the best I think I can revise that god-awful chapter I wrote years ago. Anyways, hope you're all doing well! PLEASE let me know what you think of the first-person POV chapter! I don't usually write in that perspective, so I'd love feedback. Regardless, have a good rest of your day/night everyone!
With Love,
- Petra