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"Alright, Dummy, that is enough for today!" Issei told his training partner as they ended another training session. It was strange, really. Or rather, just different. He could still use his gear as his private armory, but apart from that, it didn't really work like anything else right now. He could feel it as he fought Dummy. He was weaker without his Gear growing his power, but not weak-weak. Just weaker.

Without his Gear to increase his stats over the limit, he was essentially stuck fighting with the stats he had. Under normal circumstances, this is what he'd normally be able to do without ever having his Sacred Gear. It was strange. He felt weaker. And even started to have doubts.

Without Solomon or his Boosted Gear to aid him, would he still be able to face what was coming? There was the now looming threat of the Khaos Brigade and the ever illusive Snake of Adam to consider as well. Errgo might have been dealt with, but now he had to worry about none other than Vali Lucifer.

He still had the skills that Solomon inspired! This meant he retained his bonus from his WIS, but other than that, nothing. Ddraig was still around, but he was so weak nowadays that he could barely get a word with him before he had to return to rest. He just felt weaker without his Sacred Gear. And without Solomon, he feared making mistakes.

"Master?" Leonna approached him, finding him on the bench near the training grounds, lost in thought. "I hope I am not interrupting you."

"No, Leonna, you are not. Sorry, I just…Have a lot on my mind."

"Is this still about your Boosted Gear?" Her question was spot-on, as expected of her. "Master, it has been almost one month since you lost the ability to use it to its full potential. In this timeframe, you have been training weekly, compared to your daily training sessions from before."

"I had to recover my grades in Kuoh. Can't fall back on those just because I need to train. Besides, I still made some good progress." Issei argued back. He retired two of his accessories since they had grown redundant due to his increase in power, but he kept two of his rings on. Namely, the Ring of the Traveler and the Ring of Rewarding Wisdom were still on, but the other two were placed in storage.

He had been training his stats, which were now almost to the limit. He was unsure if he was able to turn himself into a dragon any further, but unless he could, he was out of ideas on how to make up for the lost power of his Gear. DUR was already maxed, as a matter of fact, since without his Gear, he took more hits from Dummy, which translated to him learning how to endure more damage.

Who knew losing his Gear had the upside of helping him better develop a stat? He also tried to focus more on his magic, again, to make up for what was lost. His [Danger Sense] had leveled up, having triggered more often during training. Figures, since he was more vulnerable now. As mentioned, he has been focusing more on his magic, so his [Meteor Flare - Greater] was now fully maxed out. It didn't change much, only a 10% damage increase.

No new skills either. At least for his fire magic, there were none. Next, he had trained his [Fire Dragon Stream] up to level 4, almost to level 5. His whip of fire was nearly brought to level 3. He had nothing else he could train in his water magic. [High Heal], on the other hand, saw a lot of use. Again, due to him being more vulnerable and taking more damage, this skill was being used a lot to help him recover. He was using it in combination with some of his martial arts skills to attack, retreat, heal, and repeat.

It reached the maximum level thanks to the training he gave it. Now, it healed 10% of his HP for 5 seconds. But unlike his fire magic, he got the next one in the tier for his healing.

[Great Heal] (Level 1 000/400): A healing spell known only to those who choose to go down the path of non-violence and dedicate themselves to healing others. This Spell can restore up to 15% of your HP over 6 seconds at a cost of 100 Mana per cast.

He made sure to swap them in his [Parallel Mind] skill since this one was already a direct upgrade from the previous. He had been constantly using [Shadow Snare] as well to train that up, too! As a result, he reached the next proficiency tier with his shadow magic but got nothing new out of the tier-up.

He even trained his blood magic as well! He maxed out his bloody arrow and brought the [Blood Border] to level 8.

Once he was done with his magic, he moved on to his more physical skills. [Pin-Point Pierce] and [Sky-Piercing Strike] were both maxed out. [Sky-Piercing Strike] got a cost and cooldown reduction, and [Pin-Point Pierce] got a cooldown reduction as well for its max level, now having only one minute of cooldown.

[Back-Slash] was ALMOST at the max level, requiring a bit more training. Then came his martial arts, having managed to max out [Dragon Air Step], which now allowed him to jump three times while he was in the air. It gave him crazy reach upward, and if he combined it with [Dragon Dash], which he got to level 8, he could almost fly! Again…Together with losing his gear, he also lost his ability to fly.

[Dragon Kick] was now at the max level as well, which gave him a 5% damage increase. He hasn't touched his Youjutsu and Senjutsu skills lately, only barely so. He got to level up his [Lightning Mastery] once, and that was that, really. Likewise, he didn't really put a lot of work into his demonic skills, the new golemancy set, or his familiar skills. He just didn't have as much time to touch on those since he focused so much on his magic and martial arts.

"I will not deny your progress, Master. The Mistresses had also been pleased seeing how you had more stamina to spare for them at night." Leonna pointed out, making Issei chuckle a bit. True, he did have more energy lately to spend on his growing harem. He was doing one of them almost every night now. Kuroka was something before, but she seemed to have grown considerate of the others, letting them have their time as well.

Or joining in when it suited her, behavior which all of them seemed to share.

He doesn't know if it is good or not. "Well, I hope they are grateful for this period of peace," Issei stated.

"Also, Master, I-"

"Hey!" Almost on cue, Mit showed up, marching angrily to him. "Are you done now? I need to clean this place."

"Mit, you will address Master with respect!" Leonna scolded her, and Issei had all but forgotten about Mit.

"First, he should learn to respect our ears at night! Seriously, would it kill you to install some soundproofing in this fucking place? I can hear you from my room fucking that slut Raynare!" Mit whined as her aggressivity grew. "Or need I teach you one or two lessons myself? I heard you no longer had the power of your Gear, so I could -" Suddenly, her eyes grew lifeless. "Error! Error! Desire to harm the Main Admin detected! Correction."

After a quick second, she shook her head. "Fucking shit…"

"I assume you are still dealing with your more artificial bits?" Issei asked.

"Fuck you, you know I am! I can feel myself being stronger, faster, and more resilient! But my fucking brain is just…Ugh! It's not letting me do everything I want!" Mit complained. "Can't you just order me to kill you?! Make it easier on both of us."

"You know I won't do that."

"Then what use are you?!"

"MIT!" Issei raised his voice at her. "Listen. I might be weakened now, but that doesn't change the facts. As I said before, you owe me a debt. That debt is not yet paid. You still have a lot of work to do. So, let me first ask you this: Have you changed the sheets as ordered from my previous night?"

Mit clenched her fist in frustration. "Y-yes. They were drenched."

"Yeah…Asia discharges a lot." Issei muttered, making Mit recoil at the information.

5 Obedience with Mit

"I didn't need to know that! Now, are you done?" Mit asked again, but noticing Leonna's stare, she added to her words. "Master?"

10 Obedience with Mit.

"I am done, yes," Issei replied, and Mit got to work right away, trying to avoid further conversation. "She still needs some work…"

"Indeed, she does," Leonna added. "By the way, Master, we got a message from Azazel. A reply to your request to meet with him."

"Really? I sent that request two days ago."

"Well, apparently, due to recent events, he had a lot of work within the Grigori to ensure everything was stable and the transition to working with angels and devils went smoothly. As you might imagine, there were still those not too keen on the idea of peace and cooperation." Leonna stated. "He says he will be able to meet with you today, in about four hours from now."

"That soon? I better prepare to welcome him, then." Issei said, heading to the showers.

The four hours were up, and Issei was waiting for Azazel to show up. They were in his living room, in the house, in Kuoh, instead of the dungeon. Since Azazel had already seen it, there was no need to impress. Besides, this was for something personal to Issei. Azazel might know something about what happened almost 15 years ago.

And sure enough, Issei didn't need to wait long. "Welcome, Azazel of the Grigori."

"My, the Red Dragon Emperor in person! Welcoming me in his home!" Azazel went to Issei, offering a firm handshake. "How are you, kid? Last I saw you, you were out cold with a defective gear!"

"Which is still out of order, unfortunately," Issei added. "I hope this information is being kept with tight lips, though."

"No worries, I gave my word not to say a thing. I am already on hot coals, with Vali stabbing me in the back and all." The Fallen Angel sighed. "You take care of a kid almost his entire adolescent youth, and you'd think he'd be more loyal. But I guess I should have known better. Vali was always the type of guy who loved a good fight, and me not letting him ruffle with the worst out there must have frustrated him to the point he eventually jumped ship!"

"I did notice he enjoyed a good challenge, yes. But, Azazel, as much as I'd like just to chat, I think you are quite busy and would rather get to the main point of why I called you here." Issei stated.

For being considerate of his time, you gained 3 RP with Azazel!

"That is very accurate. I am afraid that an hour is the most I can spare for this meeting of ours."

"Plenty of time, then," Issei said, and not long after, Mit brought them some coffee to enjoy. Azazel, however, recognized her upon seeing her.

"Well, well. Mittlet. If it isn't one of my traitorous crows."

Mit cringed at being called out. "Lord A-Azazel…"

The Fallen Angel frowned, however, as he noticed the state she was in. "Looks like the reports were true…That Errgo golem really did have his way with you."

"Unfortunately…" Mit said slowly.

"I released her from his influence and restored her original personality. However, given how you tagged her as a rogue traitor, and she owed me a debt from the times she tried to kill me, I have her here as a maid to repay that debt." Issei explained.

"I see. So long as you do not kill her, I won't complain. Our numbers are low as is, and I would hate for them to get any lower." Azazel added, and Mit left the two alone to speak. "Now, no more deviations. What is it that you wanted to speak with me about that was so important?"

"Almost 15 years ago, I was almost killed in a fire planted by an assassin hired by Ramon Phenex." Issei began, which instantly gripped Azazel's attention. "When I learned of this, I almost lost control and killed him, but I was stopped. However, he revealed to me that he didn't take the initiative in this scheme by himself. Someone provided him with the means to locate me, even when my Gear was not active, and manipulated his existing fear of the Red Dragon Emperor to push through with hiring an assassin."

"I think I follow, but how does this concern me?"

"From what he told me, the one who pushed him to do this and aided him was a Fallen Angel. One of yours." Issei stated, and Azazel now fully understood the reason he was there.

"I see. You want to know if I may have any information that could help you track down this mastermind. 15 or so years might not seem like a lot to a nigh-immortal being like me, but it is still a lot of time to get rid of evidence. For the trails to go cold." Azazel said, sipping from his coffee. "But, the timeline does match with a certain theft of a certain device from my lab."

"What device?"

"One meant to detect dormant Gears and identity them." Azazel clarified, and it became clear to Issei just how they were able to find him. "We perfected the technology since then, but I have no doubt that is how they found you."

"Who was responsible for the theft?" He asked, pushing it a bit as he wanted to learn more.

"I am afraid rogue groups within my organization are not uncommon, Issei. There are still some operating under my nose, but we remain united since Fallen Angels count as having the lowest population out of all Three Factions. Kokabiel and his lot are exceptions, given his nature." Azazel stated. "To this day, we have been unable to figure out exactly WHO was responsible. All leads ended up leading to nothing, and the case went cold. Especially since no one was killed, harmed, or anything else stolen."

"I see…Fuck!" Issei smacked the table.

"I see you are quite frustrated…I heard from Michael how you lost your parents when you were young, right? I can piece things together and figure out some stuff by myself. If it is true that a Fallen Angel is responsible, then I offer my sincere apologies for the actions of my fellow crow." Azazel said, offering a bow to him.

"Raise your head. There is nothing for you to apologize for currently. I am just, as you said, frustrated. It has been quite some time since I began this search. But there is just no lead to follow. Ramon was luck; the guy slipped. But you? Honestly, you were my only lead, Azazel." Issei confessed, feeling defeated.

"Although there is nothing I can do about the past, Issei, how about we focus on the present and future?" However, the words of the Fallen Angel caught his attention again. "Listen, there might be someone able to help you. Someone with whom I did deals before, and please do not tell Sirzechs and Michael what I am about to say."

"Is this person an enemy to them?" Issei asked, to which Azazel replied with one name.

"Ignium Ophirius." He said. "The General of the Snake of Adam, their leader! You saw him during the attack the other day, right?"

"Wait…That guy?! I think I did see him, or I don't know, I was going into Juggernaut Drive, but I recall seeing a giant ass snake!" Issei stated.

"That was him. Ignium is a demon, and what you saw was his real, demonic form. He and I had done some business in the past, during the days of the Great War and even the Devil Civil War. I won't reveal their nature, but know it was not about good things. I no longer have any contact with the Snake of Adam, however, ever since the end of the Devil Civil War. I am in the dark about their entire operations."

"Hold on; you mean to tell me they were operational during the Devil Civil War as well?"

"More or less. They were barely forming, gathering under Ignium's banner. The guy was one charismatic son of a bitch, I'll give him that."

"How is he supposed to help me? Moreover, why would he help me?" Issei asked.

"Ignium has his claws dug deep into every single corner of this world, kiddo. Even my faction had moles from him, which retreated once their big leader came back to lead them. Still, I hear he is moving to do some stuff in the States. I have no idea what he plans, and frankly, none of us will act."

"Why? Isn't Ignium an enemy?"

"To the Devils? Sure, that he is. However, we are still negotiating some additional treaties, including mutual defense pacts. So far, Heaven and the Grigori had agreed to jump to the aid of the other in case of an attack, but the Devil upper class is dragging things out down there. Most likely, they refuse to swallow their pride and accept our aid, even if needed." Azazel answered. "So, until they figure out their shit, the Snake of Adam is an issue solely to the Devil Faction."

"Ok…Let's say I will seek him out. How do I do that? Like, I don't assume you have his phone number or, better yet, his home address, right?" Issei asked, receiving a laugh from Azazel.

"Like the humor, but no, I have no such things," Azazel said. "But…I do have some information about the possible location of the Snake of Adam's main HQ."

"You have such information?!" Issei gasped. "Why not share it with Sirzechs and Michael, then?"

"Because it is not a solid lead, and even then, attacking them would be clean suicide. From what we saw, they possess more than a few technological advantages compared to us. What we saw is what they brought to face us with, but judging from how they began attacking the Old Satan Faction, I strongly guess we were not their target." Azazel stated. "The whole thing with splitting us into various dimensions? I don't think they were actively trying to take us out."

"But what then? My girls told me they were attacked, same with Rias and her peerage." Issei stated.

"Yes, by artificial beings. They don't exactly have a lot going on in terms of adaptability. The main point is that they were putting on a show, and their real target all along was the Old Satan Faction. From what Sirzechs shared with me, they are in absolute shambles as the Snake struck several of their holdings."

"But why? They essentially turned on their own, right?" Issei asked, to which Azazel only shrugged.

"It beats me what went through the demon's mind. Still, as I was trying to say, their main HQ is likely armed to the sewers with God knows what weapon of mass destruction. Even if we all charged in at once with our best and even win, it'd be a pyrrhic victory." Azazel continued. "We'd lose too many of our own ever to recover. And that is assuming we win something."

"I see. You are careful since you saw their technology. I admit to having seen some of their prototypes before. The golem, Errgo, is also one of their creations, made by who I assume to be their main egghead: The Puppet Master. A descendant of Crowley. However, Errgo has gone rogue."

"I see. True, that explains a lot. Still, I do believe your best bet is to contact him. Now, if you could somehow go to the old capital of Hell, Dis, then that is where you'll find him. Can't vouch for your safety, though."

"That is fair. Thank you for your time, Azazel. I think our talk reached its end." Isse said.

"Thank you for having me." The Fallen Angel got up, once again shaking Issei's hand. "I hope to see you again someday, kid. Preferably, when your Gear is back in working condition."

"Likewise, Azazel." And so, the Fallen Angel left. "Likewise."

Quest updated!

Revenge of the Dragon - Part 2

With your progress, having found Ramon Phenex to be behind the actual assassination, you have come one step closer to your vengeance. Now, you have to learn who pulled the strings, with Ramon having given you the first clue: Their Race.

Main Objective: Find and take vengeance the way you wish.

Additional Objective: Since the mysterious target is a Fallen Angel, making contact with the Grigori could be useful. Contact Azazel, and try to establish a friendly relationship! - Complete

Quest Time Limit: N/A

Main Objective Reward: ?

Additional Objective Reward: 150K EXP, 10 RP with Azazel, 5 RP with Sirzechs, 5 RP with Michael.

Failure Penalty: Death.

There was no use in keeping it there, so he claimed the reward right away. No need for the dungeon. But there was more.

Meeting the Head of the Snake

Even if Azazel was not much help, he did give you another possible lead to follow: Ignium Ophirius, the General of the Snake of Adam. You have faced his faction before, but you never truly met their leader. Time to change that.

Main Objective: Meet Ignium and see what he knows about your past.

Additional Objective: Get into Dis without starting a fight.

Quest Time Limit: N/A

Main Objective Reward: 300K EXP

Additional Objective Reward: 5 RP with Ignium and the Five Leaf Clover Council.

Failure Penalty: Automatically failing the Revenge of the Dragon - Part 2 Quest.

Once again, his course was set.

Within a secret location, the sound of engines roaring and sparks flying was everything that could be heard when one entered this place. Pieces of technology and more have been put together to create an entire makeshift compound, which was still being built. Multiple drones - golems stolen from the Snake's warehouse - were busy constantly using spider-like legs to welt holes in the walls and small claws to tend to the cables.

In the main room, however, something else was ongoing. Several golems that were made of raw metal - another prototype of Tadeus' - were walking around, either tending a terminal or doing more physical work. In the center of the room, which was currently undergoing another upgrade, was none other than Errgo.

The golem was strapped to a table, and he seemed offline for the most part. Another golem, however, this one different, walked through the middle of the room. However, its looks indicated it to be more of a her, rather than an it. She had a slick design, with a mostly metallic body, but her joints, namely the hips, elbows, knees, and so on, were exposed, revealing a black fiber-like material underneath. Her head was smooth and without features, but she had several cables extending from her head, like hair. Additionally, her chest was clearly female, although not large, but palm-sized more than anything.

"D-043, report!" She demanded.

"Process is 50% complete. We have installed the new drivers and thoroughly checked for any possible errors. Master's mind is safe and ready to be installed."

"Good. F-45G! Begin core insertion!"

"Compliance." The golem replied, tapping some buttons on his terminal and bringing forth a piece of technology developed by Errgo. At first glance, it seemed to be a blue orb surrounded by a golden orb, which a mechanical arm brought down.

"Opening chest cavity." Another golem stated, and sure enough, Errgo's chest opened, and then the core was slotted in. The arm retreated it.

"Good. A-22! Check the flow of raw mana!"

"Compiance!" The golem checked the mana flow in the system. "The flow is stable. Ready to commence charge."

"G-88! Prepare the main mana valve!" The female golem ordered again but got no reply. "G-88! Do you comply?"

"G-88 was destroyed by an explosion in the main reactor room 194 hours ago." Another golem answered.

"In that case, Y-009, take over the previous order!"

"Compliance!" The golem moved, tending to a valve situated on the edge of the room, which it rotated. Suddenly, two antennas pointed at Errgo glowed a bright blue.

"Vema." A golem called out to the female golem, revealing her name. "We are ready. Commence mana charge?"

"Compliance." The female golem said, and the two antennas fired right at Errgo. The golem jerked on the table as energy was being shot right into his core, which began glowing with each second."

"Core energy levels at 65% Rising rapidly!" A golem shouted.

"Stop the mana flow!" The antennas stopped, and the golems all watched Errgo carefully.

Then, the terminal came online again. "Master is still charging! Energy levels are increasing! Awakening predicted in-"

"Now." Errgo's chest closed as the binds holding him to the table came undone, allowing the golem to get off of it and walk among his followers. "Vema, report."

"The modifications were a success, Master Errgo. The Mana-Subfusion Core especially is a success."

"I cannot take the credit for it. Not entirely." Errgo replied. "My creator remains a genius. A mana generator, which can infinitely generate mana…But with a flaw."

"The generated mana needs constant regulation," Vema stated. "You stated so before."

"Making it too dangerous for cities to use as a source of energy. One mistake and its consequences can be cataclysmic. But, used as my energy source, I can regulate it constantly now that it is part of me. All it took were a few modifications." Errgo stated, then turned to his golems. "D-043! Tell me, how is the project ongoing? Or rather, how goes my current body?"

"Your body has been successfully updated, Master Errgo. You now possess better capabilities than before."

Errgo seemed disappointed. "And yet, you all remain stiff. Robotic." Suddenly, Errgo manifested a cannon on his arm, his arm effectively turning into it and firing it right at the golem's head. "How?! I have copied every needed part of my programming and installed it into each of you, yet only Vema has awakened to the same degree of sentience as I! HOW?!"

"Master, forgive me for speaking out of term, but I fear it may be due to the restraints on our hardware. I was made to be a more advanced type of unit, but they were designed to be mere assistants." Vema stated.

"Right…You have a solid point. Logical. It makes sense that limited hardware can only handle so much." Errgo said slowly. "We need to fix that. But not today or tomorrow. Vema, report!"

"Master, we have acquired what you asked for. It is currently above us, outside the base." Vema replied, and Errgo was pleased to hear that. With that said, he walked with her, walking behind him to the other end of the chamber, where an elevator was located. Once he got on it, Errgo hovered his hand over a terminal and connected to it, inputting the desired floor.

It didn't take them long to arrive at the top; however, they were right in the middle of a relentless blizzard, which was raging outside. They were inside some kind of warehouse, long abandoned by the humans but useful to him. The writing on the walls was also easy to understand. Russian.

They were located within a military warehouse, abandoned by the army since the Cold War. It was night, and as said, the weather was quite ruthless. But something was there that didn't fit the Cold War aesthetic.

"Did you have issues with the purchase?" Errgo asked, seeing his new-found tool.

"None, Sir. The Chengdu J-20 purchased from the Chinese Government arrived well. The Chinese will not detect the fact the money transferred in their accounts were empty numbers." Vema stated, and Errgo circled the jet. A Chinese, all-weather stealth jet. One might argue that American muscle was better, but Errgo needed something less obvious.

"Good." Errgo stood in front of it, and then, suddenly, a ray of light erupted from Errgo's visor, scanning the vehicle before Errgo leaped on it, cables coming out of his body. He connected to the fighter jet, and slowly, his body seemed to combine with it. "ARRRRRRRGGGGHHH!"

Sparks flew everywhere as the jet began to shift forms, and Errgo's body faded within and became part of the jet. But slowly, it started taking a more humanoid form. Larger, yes, but humanoid. Fingers formed, along with visible feet. It had two pairs of wings jutting from the back, one pair larger than the other but folded at the back neatly. The blow from Errgo's core shined through the chest, but it was covered soon, and finally, the glass of the cockpit was broken in many sections that re-arranged themselves, creating Errgo's visor.

"Assimilation, successful," Errgo stated, turning in his new body to the others. "Who knew my creator's favorite movies would inspire such devices?"

"Sir…What is your next set of orders?" Vema asked.

"Seek a vehicle for yourself as well, Vema…Time is of the essence, and soon, I fear that my creator and his master will move. I need to visit a crow's nest before then." The golem rushed out of the warehouse and then jumped, once again turning into the jet from before and flying away into the blizzard.

"Gah!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

Who is he-"

Another soul crushed under his fist, with their blood splattering against the wall he pushed their head into. Yet, he didn't stop. His body was steel, literally, and his eyes fixed on his prize. Deep underground, where many devils lurked, protecting their masters. However, they all met the same fate under Danbooru's fists. The man charged at them with reckless assault, and in the narrow space, the devils saw no way to evade the large man as he killed them with his bare hands.

"How easy would it be to just collapse this entire place over you…" Dan said softly, advancing toward the final room of the bunker. He pushed open the door, and before him, a lavish room with a large table loaded with delicacies stood. "Even in defeat, you continue to indulge yourselves. Shameless devils."

"Shameless?! Hardly…"

"It is merely our right, as Kings, to indulge ourselves."

Dan squinted his eyes and spotted them. On the left stood a relatively short, portly man with a balding head and bushy mustache. His hair was white from age, indicating that he was quite the old devil. On the other hand, the one standing beside him was a tall and somewhat lanky devil with long, wild, dishelver hair and tired, green eyes. A color of eyes they shared.

"Ajamus Paimon and Halian Beleth…" Dan spoke their names with contempt. "I do not need to kill the lot of you. Surrender the King Piece, and I can promise that I will leave in peace."

The two devils merely laughed at him.

"Why would we do that?" Ajamus asked. "This?" He took out the King Piece, showing it to Dan. "This here is the last one…Ajuka took them all, and look where that saw us!"

"But we can rebuild. Using the King Piece, we can attract new younglings to us, with the promise of winning the Rating Games again and again, making them unbeatable." Halian added. "It's a golden goose! Why would we hand it over for anything in the world?"

"This is your final warning…" Dan stated. His body was more than prepared to take whatever they were to throw at him.

"How about you leave instead? You impure wretch!" Helian tried to reach for something on his belt, but Dan was quicker. He stomped the ground, making a large rock brick fly up before he punched it right in Helian's direction. The devil had no time to counter and swiftly found himself knocked back into the wall as the brick impacted his face, knocking him out cold.

"Cousin!" Ajamus shouted, revealing their relationship. "Why you!" He pocketed the King Piece. Strange, Dan believed he might just use it to gain an edge in this battle. "DIE!"

The Paimon House ability was revealed before Dan as Ajamus began shouting. The walls shook and cracked under the extreme sound coming from the man's mouth. The Paimon House were masters at manipulating sound! However, Dan was not intimidated. He merely kept walking toward him, the devil intensifying his screaming, but Dan was not affected. His body was more than able to tank the sound-based attack. Not even the pain of his eardrums rupturing stopped him as he grabbed the devil by the mouth.

"I gave you a chance." And with one move, he ripped out his lower jaw. Ajamus went limp soon after, and Dan dropped him to the ground, deceased. Helian began to wake up, but Dan was done being merciful.

"Ajamus- AGH!" A rock spike erupted right through Helian, killing the devil.

"Weaklings," Dan stated as he kneeled and took the King Piece from Ajamus. "Only their titles were anything to them. They were weaker than Low-Class Devils, even! No…That is too harsh. Too untrue. They had power, but they never properly developed it. The worst cases of devil negligence I have seen to date."

He turned around and started to leave. There was nothing here for him to do anymore. His plan was almost done. He had what he wanted.