There will be some ideas from different authors if I can decide on a linear plot. Probably crossedge, flameclawsxx, or the Dark Lord Shiro.
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The Kurayami clan was the most feared clan in the world. All their members were trained assassins. Governments cannot arrest them without causing mass casualties to their own side, weakening them, so they were left alone, some even paying them for a mission, or even paying them not to kill them.
The several different assassin guilds has tried to match the Kurayami clan, but none came close. There were even some that tried to assassinate them, but they were all slaughtered by a team of Kurayami clan members.
The Clan Head, Kurayami Kenshi was the father of twins, the first twins in Kurayami history. He and his wife decided to name the eldest Jin and the younger Yin.
Despite the rest of the clan's disapproval and input, Kenshi and his wife Meinu constantly favored their older son. Both boys could be labeled prodigies but their parents didn't acknowledge their younger son.
Jin was the better marksman, but Yin was better at weapons proficiency, be it bladed or blunt.
Jin was the better interrogator, but Yin was better at seduction.
Jin was the better escape artist, but Yin was better at stealth and espionage.
Both were equal in hand to hand combat. Both were equal in resisting torture, as well as pleasure. It didn't matter that when one was superior to the other in a certain aspect, it was by an incredibly slim margin.
They were never in missions together due to their parents fearing that Yin would somehow ruin any mission Jin was on.
The constant pressure and expectations their parents put on Jin took its toll when he killed himself at 17.
He left a suicide note, and several of the maids saw it before Kenshi destroyed it without even reading it. Kenshi and Meinu blamed their other son for the death of their favorite. It didn't matter that he was on the other side of the planet with several of his cousins completing a mission.
In the clan's charter, if a member of the clan kills themself outside of restoring honor, then they are not to be buried in the Clan Crypt. Refusing to believe that Jin killed himself, they went against the charter and buried him the Clan Crypt. This didn't sit right with the rest of the clan, so no one showed up the funeral.
Yin would've went had he known, and if his mission allowed him to leave early. When he returned home and found out what happened, he was devastated. His twin, the person he had shared a womb with, killed himself.
His parents had tried to cast out Yin for his supposed crime of killing his brother, but none of the clan supported that, so to prevent a revolt, they didn't cast him out. They instead forced him to shave off all of his hair and to always wear a blank featureless mask. His hair was a sign of his effectiveness in battle. It was long, reaching the middle of his back, but he was forced to shave it all off. His parents felt that Yin wasn't worthy of having a handsome face like Jin, so they made him wear a mask constantly in public. The only time he could eat was in private.
Even through all of this, he didn't hate his parents. He never felt any resentment towards his brother. He only craved his parents love.
His only saving grace was his older cousin, Mio. She made sure that his days weren't always just training and missions. She introduced him to the wonderful world of entertainment. They've watched hundreds of anime and manga, and have gotten into heated debates regarding a topic in anime. They've played and beaten a multitude of different videogames. They've also watched a good amount of shows and movies. Their comic debates got even more heated than their manga ones.
Without her, Yin would've just been a machine, incapable of feeling anything.
His parents, growing increasingly angered at his existence, gave him increasingly difficult missions and made him do it solo. Missions that usually take a team to complete them were completed by Yin.
Those of the Underground called him Charon. Whispered tales of the Ferryman filtered through the the seediest bars, the darkest alleys, and all shady organizations. The bodies he's dropped and the blood he's spilt could fill lakes.
His parents couldn't outright kill him because, whether they want to admit it or not, they already broke a law in the charter once by burying Jin in the Clan Crypt, and they can't break another without dire repercussions. So they decided to send him on a suicide mission.
He was to kill all the assassins in the Silence Society and take the ring off of each corpse as proof. Said guild was right behind the Kurayami clan both in numbers and in skill, so to anyone else it would be an impossible task to complete, but to Yin...
Four hours.
Four hours was all the time he needed in order to slaughter an entire guild single handedly.
That same night, Kenshi and Meinu were drinking wine in celebration until they heard a loud clambering outside their sitting room.
When they went to investigate to their utter shock, Yin was trudging towards them in clear pain. His body riddled with bullet holes, slashes, and cuts. His left arm was clutching a bloody sack, while his right was trembling in effort, trying to keep his broken mask on his face.
Around him was a large amount of his kin, trying their best to convince him to go to the hospital wing. Mio was also in the group desperately begging him to go heal. Realistically, any of them could've just picked him up and carried him to the house wing, but the weak way he would push off the hands of those that touched him made them stop.
As he made it to his parents, he eased to one knee, and tried his damnedest to lift the heavy sack filled with rings.
"Mission... ac...accom... plished." Yin huffed out. He then looked into both their eyes. "Do you... love me... now?"
He then fell over. As his eyes were dimming, he heard the frantic screams of his cousin.
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"Wake up, Yin."
Yin kept his breathing deep as he used his other senses to ascertain his current location. He wasn't tied down, and he could feel the wood of the chair he was resting on. 'A sitting chair. Commonly used in office settings.'
He could smell faint hints of coffee, and dried ink. He could hear footsteps, paper shuffling, office phones ringing and being answered, and keyboards being typed on. 'I'm in an office setting? How did I get here? Aren't I dead?'
"Come on, bruh. I got other shit to do, and other souls to sort." The voice spoke again.
Not sensing any immediate threat, he opened his eyes to see who the voice belonged to. He found he was being stared at by a black gentleman in an expensive navy suit. His long silver hair were in dreadlocks, and he had a short trimmed beard. A pince-nez was resting comfortably on his nose. "S'up."
"Yo." Yin responded.
"I'm Harrison Aldrich Emrys, and you are in one of the offices of the Guild of Gamers. Long story short, you're dead but this isn't a regular afterlife. In your world, there was no afterlife and the only thing waiting for you was an eternity of nothing." The man spoke.
Yin's head was swirling from the information, but one question came first. "Did my brother receive the same chance?"
"Yes. He chose a romantic comedy world to reincarnate into." Harrison shuffled his papers, looking through them. "It was~… the Nisekoi world. He reincarnated as the protagonist. It's a good manga, in my opinion."
"I think so too! I was a bit disappointed that Raku didn't end up with Kosaki, even when it was found out that she was the original girl that he made the promise with, but I was ultimately happy with their decision to move on. If they just spat out how they obviously felt for each other earlier, then all that turmoil wouldn't have happened." Yin ranted a bit.
"Mhm, mhm. I agree. Lucky for Jin, he won't have an issue with choice, because he'll get all four girls. I think he earned a somewhat easy life, don't you." Harrison asked.
Yin nodded. "From the very small interactions we were allowed, I always saw that he was very stressed. What happens to me now?"
"Like your brother before you, the higher ups decided to give you the option of reincarnation or transmigration. You could go to an easy anime and relax, or you could join a harder world, and begin the process of conquering worlds and becoming an official member of the Guild."
Yin sat in silent contemplation. He knew his mental health wasn't the best. The therapist of the clan helped just as much as Mio did, but he knew he couldn't live a normal life and relax. His life was that of violence and death, with the occasional break. "Do I get to choose the world?"
"Yes. It's rare for people to get the choice of which world they'll be joining. Usually people die and wake up being born or thrown directly into a body. Here." Harrison handed him a tablet.
There was so many options, but one jumped out to him. Highschool DxD was a good start, and he could choose different versions of it. He chose a more serious version that also wasn't just ecchi, but straight up hentai. Why would he subject himself to consistent blue balls from 'coincidental' interruptions whenever he's about to have sex?
When that was done, he decided his looks and age next. He chose to be eighteen again, and let the system use his regular body as a base template. The first thing he did was fix his hair. Losing it hurt a lot, and being forced to stay bald hurt worse. He couldn't have long hair anymore, because he wasn't used to it, so he kept it short but stylish. He made his eyes a royal purple, and gave himself some more aristocratic features.
He could chose to be a pureblooded Devil, and he saw that he could choose which House to be born into, but chose the 'surprise me' option. He finalized his choices by choosing the 'badass' start.
"Hm? Oh, you're done. I'll take that, and here. Roll that while I input your choices." Harrison handed Yin a dice while he retook the tablet.
Yin blew on the dice while shaking it in his hand much to Harrison's amusement. He tossed it onto the ground and watched as it landed on a six.
"Great roll. This means you get to pick six different essences." A wheel with an insane amount of choices on it. "Spin the wheel."
Yin did so, and watched as it made it's rotations. When it slowed and stopped, Harrison announced what it was. "The Essence of the Dark Archmage. It basically makes you a master of all magic that's considered dark. From necromancy to the mind arts, even umbramancy and elementomancy. All that and their branches is yours to control, and they won't negatively effect your mind nor your body."
"Powerful." Yin nodded. He spun again, watching in anticipation.
Harrison bursted out in laughter. "Nice! The Essence of the Archmage.
This is like a power generator of sorts which could make any type of energy you want. Mana, spiritual power, chakra, ki, you name it, you got it. Perfect memory with infinite storage, and beyond genius level intellect. You'll also be able to teach others whatever magic you want, even if they previously lacked the capacity. This is one of the more OP essenses, as you can tell."
Another spin. "The Essence of the Mad Doctor. It basically gives you the knowledge of alchemical and medical lores with the ability to make potions to do practically anything. Like the deals could be anything, the potions are the same. The biggest cheat about this is the ability to spawn the ingredients for the potions or anything involving the Essence."
Another spin. "The Essence of the King.
Infinite stamina and will power, with a pain immunity."
Another spin. "Oh, an interesting one. The Essence of the Dungeon Master. As the Dungeon Master, you have the power to create and manipulate dungeons, with a natural proficiency in architecture, puzzle-making, trap-making and enchanting. You also have the ability to create monster races from scratch to populate and protect your dungeons, which will serve you with complete loyalty, and respawn eventually as long as the dungeon core is intact. Finally, you gain proficiency in two magical crafting arts of your choosing, and the means to progress in the arts, as every dungeon needs it's treasures. What do you choose?"
"Magical crafting? Hm… I'll pick… blacksmithing… and enchanting."
"Good choices. Last spin."
With the final spin, Yin heaved his entire body into it. "The Essence of the Blank. This removes all limits from you. You can learn anything you want, even if it's a bloodline ability. You want to learn the Power of Destruction? That's all you, big dawg. You want to learn light magic? You got it, and all the problems that'll come with it."
"This was a great haul." Yin commented as he sat.
"That it was." Harrison typed a few things into his computer then turn back to Yin. "When you get there, you'll have fifteen minutes to drink your essences and acclimate your new memories. Enjoy your new life, and I officially welcome you to the Guild." Harrison smiled kindly as Yin's vision darkened.
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He awoke in a forest setting, crouched in front of a tree. On the ground before him was six vials, each a different color. He instinctively knew which vial was which, and he thought it best to drink the Blank essence first. Better to remove all limitations first just in case the different essences clash with each other.
Finishing each, he blinked quite a bit while memories of who he was now slotted into place. He was Atticus Dantalion, Heir of the House Dantalion, Leviathan, and Gaap. It seemed some of the essences he won made it's appearance in his early life. This young man was an intellectual monster. He's already surpassed his father in the use of their family magic, something that made the man bitter towards him.
From the notes in the journal his grandfather, Izan Dantalion, had, his father didn't inherit the genius Izan had when it came to wardcrafting. The fact that Atticus took to it so easily, and even surpassed him by the time he was ten, tore and shredded his pride. He kept Atticus at a distance after that.
His mother, Nyssa, on the other hand was immensely proud of Atticus. The fact that he surpassed her knowledge and skill of their family trait was something that she couldn't wait to brag to others about.
Now with Yin fully conscious, Atticus' full potential will be released. His first action was to train Observation Haki. As a former assassin, being aware of one's surroundings is one of the most fundamental lessons to learn, so of course he'd train the one skill that could sense danger. He always had a sixth sense of sorts when it came to danger, and now that he's in a world of magic he could train his sixth sense to be stronger than it was.
He was currently in enemy territory during the Devil Civil War. His parents supported the Old Satan Faction, while he didn't. He acted as a spy for his friends the New Satans, passing them invasion plans, base locations, and openings on battle grounds. He managed to get his hands on the plans for a final invasion, and the location of the different prisoner bases. He had to escape on foot, because any use of magic would alert hostiles of his presence.
As he stalked through the forest, Atticus idly wondered about his badass start. He sensed the danger nearly too late as he looked upwards at the attackers, then flung himself to the side, avoiding several blasts. He didn't have time to comprehend what was happening as several people swooped down to attack him.
One rushed forward and tried to kick Atticus who backed away before dodging three swings to his head. A punch in the ribs, another in the jaw, before a kick to the sternum sent the attacker into the air and another punch sent him flying into two others, delaying them.
Two more rushed him and he blocked a high kick and a kick aimed at his ribs before weaving a wild swing. He smacked the fist down and instinctively brought the same hand up with his bone extending out like a hidden blade. A stab right under his jaw and into his mouth made the man suffocate on his own blood. He dodged a downward slash from a dagger and stabbed another attacker directly into the forehead.
Magical attacks struck at the wards he quickly rose in defense. When the onslaught stopped, one of them charged at him, drawing his attention to the blade that approached him.
The holy sword swings past him, the dreadful feeling blade barely missing him. He dodged the next swing with ease, slipping into the assassin's guard and stabbing him in the chest.
He figured the holy sword wielder was their trump card, because there was a small lull in the violence when he attacked. When the wielder was easily killed, dozens more leapt in to join the fray.
Attacks rained down upon him. Fire, water, lightning, earth, air, elemental spells of all kinds, but he was already gone. He was in the sky, raining down bones from his fingers like guns, each bone bullet infused with necrotic magic. All his shots hit directly on their heads, killing them instantly. He couldn't use flashier magic unless he wanted even more attention.
Some realized what was happening, and spears of elements shot toward Atticus at inhuman speeds. He dodged nearly all of them, but one made it through his senses before he could react. It hit a barrier inches from his skin, and exploded as his personal ward activated.
When the assassins stupidly stood still in the air to witness what happened inside the smoke cloud from their attacks, they were too late to notice a cloud of gaseous poison that covered a third of their numbers.
The unaware fools that breathed it in had their faces turn purple and blood quickly began pouring out of their facial orifices and they fell like bats with their wings cut.
It was a necrotic poison that freezes their limbs and slowly liquifies their innards. If they didn't land on their heads and snapped their own necks, they were paralyzed and unable to move while suffering in agony as their organs were dissolved.
Before he could finish with the many left, they were instantly incased in ice. A furious woman with twin tailed raven hair glared at the glaciers. He was about to thank his savior when a bright spell circle lit up underneath him. He flung the scroll with the invasion plans at the raven haired woman as she tried to rush to his position.
He stabbed the Devil who activated the circle, and he glanced at the now unstable magic as he recognized the Agares sigil as he felt himself be flung, and a bright flash appeared.
His vision cleared as he rose from the ground. He found himself surrounded by strangers, some looking at him curiously, others looking extremely excited. He saw some modern looking buildings, and the people were wearing modern clothing, so he figured he wasn't trapped in the past. He frankly was glad about that. By the time he fully gained his bearings, a magic circle appeared in front of him. Frost creeped up his legs as the temperature drops.
"Dah dah dah! Tis I, the Miracle Levia-tan here to save the day from you, foolish troublem-!" A beautiful raven haired woman with a curvy figure wearing a pink magical girl outfit cut off her declaration as she fully looked at Atticus.
"Lady Sera? What, in the name of the Pits, are thou wearing? Why does thou magic feel older? Where am I?" He had an act to keep up. Serafall sprinted into his chest, holding him tightly. "Why do your eyes moisten, milady? What are those devices these civilians are pointing at us, and why do they flash? Just what is going on?"
"It's been nearly five centuries, Atticus. What happened?" She asked, looking up at him.
"Five centuries?! The last I remember was throwing the final invasion plans of the Old Faction in thou direction before slaying my last opponent. I gathered that the Devil was from the Agares clan due to the sigil on the magic circle. I killed them as they activated their spell, and I could only surmise that I am in the future somehow because of that. I will need to consume a soul in order to be caught up with what is common." She kept her grip on him while he looked at the growing crowd. "You seem to be rather famous, so you and your friends must've won the war."
"Yes, we did. It's really thanks to you that we did, especially the last plans you managed to give me. I personally made sure that every contribution you made is in every history book that is printed. The people gave you the title of the Hidden Hero."
"Hm. I rather like that." He admitted.
"I knew you would." She also looked around at the crowd. "Let's continue this in my office. We're causing a scene."
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Serafall spent a good amount of time explaining the state of both the Underworld, and the Supernatural world as a whole. She went on quite the tangent when he asked about her sister, but went back on topic.
The Zagan clan, the clan with the power of Life, the direct antithesis of the Bael clan's Power of Destruction, were declared extinct a couple centuries ago. This was a massive blow to the devils because, the Zagans were the biggest food producers as well as the source of the largest sum of cannon fodders in the form of monsters created by Life Magic.
It was something that they still hadn't recovered from as even now, a majority of the devil's food was being imported from the other factions. Except for certain crops, the Underworld was bad for cultivating plants.
Atticus already had quite a few different ideas on how to fix that problem.
The Political atmosphere was a mess with the Great King faction, the almost invisible but still lurking Old Satan faction, the supporters of Archduke Agares and finally, the New Satans. Among these, The New Satans and the Great King faction were the major players due to the economic grasp of the Great King faction on the underworld.
The New Satans were basically child soldiers in the Civil War. They were all practically born powerful, and when they won the war, they were in their late teens, early 20s. They were inexperienced, but the Underworld needed some type of leadership, so they stepped up. The Great King faction saw how inexperienced they were and managed to gain and maintain a good portion of political power. It's not enough to overthrow the New Satans, but it's enough to cause major problems.
"I already have an idea for the food problem, but I should prepare some land for it. I'm sure my wards are still intact on my home, and my parents were handled, so I should have adequate funds." Atticus gave her a questioning look.
"Oh yeah. I handled it." She confirmed, nodding. Atticus purposely left an opening in the Dantalion wards for Serafall to sneak in and kill his parents.
"Good, then I am the new Lord Dantalion-Leviathan-Gaap. My public support should give your Faction more political power. I'd have to see about who has taken over all my lands. I'd need a big space for what I have planned."
"My family has some of your land, as do Sirzechs' family, the Agares, and the Phenex." Serafall answered.
"Sirzechs? The Gremory ponce? No matter. Is there anything important in those lands? If it is empty, I would like it back, but if it is being used, then I would take proper compensation."
"Lord Gremory claimed the Gaap Forest and renamed it the Familiar Forest. He sells tickets for devils to enter and pick familiars for themselves. He also took the Gaap mines and had the precious stones turned into jewelry to sell. I think the Phenex only had a summer home. The Agares have homes and businesses there." Serafall expounded.
"Then I'll get a cut from the revenue Lord Gremory made on my land, same as the Agares. I guess the Phenex can keep the house. I don't really need it." Atticus rose. "I'm going home. I have tests to run before I introduce it. Send me the new technology of this age when you get the chance. I'll consume a soul or two to get an understanding of them."
He got another tight hug before he could leave, then he teleported through the Dantalion wards. With his lordship status, he could finally get through the warded off areas that his father couldn't even break through. The petty man forbade him from even trying, not willing to take another blow to his ego.
He made a beeline to the wardstones, and made the needed fixes to the small holes in the defenses. They weren't really a problem, but it was best to not have any holes.
After that was done, he went to the master bedroom, and went to sleep.
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Many don't know that when the 72 pillar Devils abandoned heaven with Lucifer, they did not have their clan traits. They did what Devils are known for: made contracts. They made contracts with beings of a higher power, Bune made a contract with a Dragon of great power, Phenex made a contract with a phoenix, Vapula with a Lion Spirit and so on. Both the Bael and the Gaap were brazen enough to make a contract with the Aspect, Death.
Bael gained the power to kill and destroy everything in his path; The Power of Destruction. Gaap was willing to take whatever Death would give, so she gave him all the power that falls under her domain, except for destruction.
Gaap spent centuries in seclusion studying, experimenting, and documenting everything that fell under his new control. When Lucifer came to his home regarding the Great War, he chose a random devil to impregnate, then made monsters as canon fodder with the Zagan lord, giving the Devils the upper hand.
Studying his ancestor's journal and notes didn't reveal how he managed to contact Death, but he had an idea for that. He filled several buckets with his blood, then he and a lot of clones spent time writing the word 'death' in every language ever known to man, even Enochian and Bellsybabble, the language of the Angels and Devils. He was completely nude, feeling it was best to not hide anything from an Aspect.
They all made sure to use pencils first before using blood to trace the lines into a ritual circle. At the center, where the sigil of whoever he was calling should be, he put the Deathly Hollows. A being such as her should easily be aware of the multiverse, and maybe she might find it funny. As soon as he finished the final swipe, the hours of work bore fruit immediately as the circle glowed.
'Well, isn't this interesting…' A cold voice uttered with an echo. He stood at once as the room darkened, the circle pulsing before they all go dark and plunge the room into darkness. Devils can see in ordinary darkness, but he can barely see his hands. He quickly turned to find the figure that appeared at the corner of his eye and found nothing. Turning back, he flinched at the face that was barely an inch from his.
"I'll admit that this is truly a creative way to get my attention." Her voice was a mix of husky and sultry that sent pleasant tingles right to his dick. She took a step back, and it was a losing battle trying to stave off the erection that was growing. She appeared as an attractive, very pale goth girl dressed in a tight black tank top that practically has her large breasts fully on display, and a miniskirt that just barely covers her privates. She also wore a silver anch on a chain around her neck, and has a marking similar to the eye of Horus around her right eye.
She looked like the DC version of Death, just a lot curvier and sexier.
"I thought to take a form familiar to you. Be glad I didn't choose to be a skeleton that somehow had breasts." Her sexy voice had a bit of amusement leaked into it.
"I thank you for your consideration, my Lady, as well as the time you are giving me." He bowed before straightening. "I contacted you to reaffirm that I and my future children still have your generous blessing to utilize most of what falls under your domain."
She giggled. "Yes, dear, you have it. Maybe as you grow in power, you might give me something in return." She ran a cold finger at the underside of his cock, making it harden fully. "But I don't think you're ready to pleasure a being of my power."
"I would die giving my full effort, regardless." He replied.
"I know you would, dear. How about we seal this deal?" She pulled him in for a kiss, his erection surreptitiously sliding between her thick thighs, and his hands reflexively grabbed her meaty ass, her skirt not even fully covering it. He didn't know how long the kiss lasted, not that he kept track. It from quick and fervent, to small loving pecks, to deep and passionate. He used all of tricks from his seduction training to try and give her as much pleasure as he could.
She sighed contentedly when they broke apart. "Yes, you'll be the perfect champion. It's unfortunate that your ancestor didn't have even a quarter of your skill, but she did leave Heaven with Lucifer, so she was still inexperienced."
"She?" He couldn't help but ask.
"Yes, dear, she. Lucifer used to be a misogynist, so Gaap just fleshcrafted a male body and transferred her soul into it whenever she had to meet others." Death casually dropped a bomb. "I gave her my blessing so that a future member of her House would become my Champion, and you are it." She gave him another tongue-filled kiss. "You will be my representation in the world. Solve matters that I can't be bothered to do with my backing, and have my support should deities get uppity with you. Hell, you could even revive whoever you want, just so long as you don't go overboard."
"Thank you for this honor, my Lady."
She giggled and gave him another peck before she faded away, and the light returned. He looked down at his still throbbing erection. "Fuck."
"Not yet."
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"Atticus! I brought presents!" Serafall announced as she teleported into the designated area. She had three small boxes and a tube with her. She handed him the boxes, and opened the tube, pulling out a current map of the Underworld.
He opened the boxes and found a cellphone, a laptop, and a set of Evil Pieces. "Are these all mutated pieces?"
"Yup! I bugged Ajuka until he gave me a full set. It's the least you deserved for all you've done. I take it you're familiar with Evil Pieces?"
"I consumed a couple different souls last night and caught up with the world. I noticed quite a bit has gotten lazier, from speech to training." He replied as he looked at the map.
She shrugged. "Peace Times will do that. Well, it's really a Cold War, but it's still a shaky peace."
He hummed as he scanned the map. The lands he could reclaim damn near has himself surrounded by other Lords, something he definitely wasn't comfortable with. His current home is in a land that's constantly snowing, and is riddled with ancient wards. He looked at the side of the map, where another House seemed to like their seclusion, since it was far from any other House, but it had 'uninhabitable' under it's name. "Why is the Bune land uninhabitable?"
"Before they were wiped out, they were the House that handled all the Demonic Beasts that emerged from the Pits. Since their extinction, the Beasts overran the entire landscape. Ajuka put up a ward to keep the Beasts from expanding further, but he isn't a wardcrafter, so we have soldiers regularly patrol around there." Serafall explained, while playing with his hair.
"Demonic Beasts meat is still a delicacy, isn't it?" He asked.
"Yes, and there skin as well as their fur is well sought after. Are you planning on buying the land? You can just take it, since everyone views it as a lost cause."
"Perfect."
They stayed in companionable silence until Serafall spoke up. "You know you'll have to acquaint yourself with the youths of today, right?"
He huffed a bit. "Yes, I understand that. I plan on going to a club tonight for that very reason."
"Good, though I have a favor to ask." She took a breath before continuing. "I am in love with my younger sister. If she weren't so adamant in maintaining public appearances, I'd ravish her slender frame until her voice was hoarse from screaming in pleasure."
"Public appearance?"
"A homosexual union is looked down upon, because children can't be born from it, but recreational sex is fine. If I were to marry you and Sona became your mistress, a threesome is far more acceptable." She was rubbing his chest from behind, her breasts pressed on his back while she whispered into his ear.
"What is your plan?"
"My sister and her friend, Rias, are ruling a city on Earth called Kuoh. With you living there and getting along with siblings of two Satans, it'll only be beneficial for our faction."
"And that time could be used to seduce your sister." Atticus finished.
"Exactly! Foolproof. Careful with Rias, though. She might try to drag you into her plans to break her engagement with the Phenex's tertiary heir."
Serafall stayed a bit more afterwards, but before she could leave, he had to stare her down until she relented and took out all the monitoring programs and chips in both devices she gave him. It was mildly amusing to see her pout the entire time, but he didn't need nor want constant monitoring of his actions.
Before he left to observe his future lands, he made several different clones to different places where either magic is in abundance or nature. He needed them to practice absorbing senjutsu.
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Out of all the clubs in the Underworld, this was Riser's favourite.
Not because it was the biggest or most popular club in the capital city of Lilith, though he could see why. It was his favourite because during one of his parental-mandated dates with Rias, she tripped and spilled her drink on herself because she was too busy glaring to notice the step.
It was a fond memory, and it made him smile, even if the pictures of Rias wearing a soaked white top, almost see-through, had been taken down quickly by her overbearing siscon brother. He wouldn't be surprised if Sirzechs had a copy saved somewhere, as Lucifer's lust for his little sister was a poorly kept secret, and anyone who saw them together would notice the way his eyes lingered on her body, but who in their right mind would call out fucking Sirzechs Lucifer?
It wasn't even that surprising. Incest was hardly outlawed in the underworld, it was a sin and they were devils after all. The only reason it was even frowned upon, even if just barely, was because of the incredibly small chance of birth defects.
When it could take centuries for a woman to get pregnant, even with constant sex, the worst possible thing would be the baby dying in childbirth or having genetic defects.
If two relatives were just fucking for the sake of fucking and using the very rarely used devil contraceptives, who cared? Sex was fun, and who cared who was fucking who if no-one got hurt. So, if Sirzechs decided to take Rias as his assistant and have her spend her day-shifts on her knees beneath his desk, no one would really care... or amusingly enough the Old Satans wouldn't care but some of the more sensitive New Satans would.
There was always that rift between the reincarnated devils with their human sensibilities and the Pureblood devils.
It was the main reason he didn't particularly like reincarnated devils. Half the time they forgot they weren't human anymore and they were almost as judging as his 'beloved' betrothed. Perhaps that was why she liked living among them.
Sitting at his private booth, he winced at the thought of how much it had cost him to arrange for one of the booths in the most popular club in the underworld... on a weekend. He might be a Phenex, but he was also a third son and had a strict spending limit that he had a habit of exceeding, but it was all about the prestige.
Plenty of his fellow nobles were in this club, from Pillar family heirs and heiresses to his fellow second and third sons and he was the only one in their age group to have one of the coveted private booths while the rest were in the public area of the club.
He'd pick someone later to invite to join him, whether it be a friend to help maintain their friendship or a stranger to make a new one, and for a third son like him having alliances and friendships was essential.
Normally, he'd be looking for a female Heiress to attempt to woo for a marriage to raise his station, but obviously that wasn't in the cards for him, though that sometimes worked in his favour as his position as a 'taken man' meant he could invite female nobles to join him without it seeming like he was trying to court them, allowing him to make some friendships that would have been impossible otherwise, and friendships were essential to an easy life.
Last week, he'd invited Latia Astaroth, the niece of Ajuka Beelzebub himself, and since his engagement was well-known, she had believed that he wasn't trying to get in her panties. She wasn't an heiress but having even a small friendship with a relative of a Satan was helpful since Rias and even Sona didn't like him.
He didn't think Sona's dislike of him was due to Rias, but Sona was just too serious to get along with someone like him. Latia didn't have Rias's hatred and she was more easy-going than Sona, so it made for a nice night and allowed the seeds of friendship to be planted.
Watching the club doors open, he felt his brain reboot as he watched a familiar looking figure walk through the door, with an absolutely gorgeous stranger in his arm. She had medium brown skin, long raven-black hair, an hourglass figure, and striking emerald green eyes. Her hair was tied by a pink ribbon, and her short dress matched the color. She was practically spilling out of it.
Atticus Dantalion.
His abrupt arrival in the busy streets of Lilith the previous day still dominated most discussions all over the DevilNet and the media. His accolades were well documented, and his handsome features made him even more desirable. He looked around in mild interest, while paying no mind to the crowd that gawked at him.
"Luna, why don't you go invite the Hidden Hero to join us?" Riser ordered as he smacked away her hand, sighing at her amused look even as she rose and sashayed across the club towards where his potential guest was located.
He didn't want to look foolish in front of such a prominent figure, so he tried his hardest not to ogle the woman who practically oozed sultry and passion.
"Lord Dantalion, yes? I've seen your face in several history books. Please, join us. I am Riser Phenex, third son of the Phenex House, and this is my Queen Yubelluna." Riser said politely as he watched them sit opposite him at their booth.
"A pleasure, Riser. I've seen your name and face pop up as well, but this isn't a place to stand on ceremony so just call me Atticus." He responded calmly. "This lovely lady is Esmeralda, one of my creations."
"Your creation?"
"Yes, I was made by my master's use of Gaap magic." Esmeralda spoke, her voice just as sexy as her body.
Riser knew he shouldn't, but he let his intrusive thoughts take over. "Can they look like anyone?" Yubelluna's knowing look, and her giggles were ignored.
"Yes. I plan on opening a business in the future selling them." Atticus responded casually.
"I need to think on this. Please excuse me while I go for a walk." Riser rose and left. He wanted a Rias servant to do whatever he wanted to it, since the real one spends her time pissing him off. But, he had to weigh the consequences of his actions. He couldn't properly think with the mocha skin beauty in his face, so he needed space.
Atticus looked to Yubelluna in askance, and she sighed. "The Gremory heiress has been nothing but uncooperative. She puts the blame of their marriage contract solely on Riser's shoulders despite the fact he was barely a toddler when it was agreed. Her hatred of him and the marriage is well known, and every second they spend near each other is unpleasant for both. There's not much he could do since he's just a third son, while she's the heiress, and her siscon brother would probably kill him if Riser even raised his voice at her."
"So he'd want a servant that looks like her so that he could hate fuck it, and get rid of all that accumulated stress." Atticus surmised.
"Basically." She agreed.
"Sounds reasona-" He started, trailing off as he heard footsteps approaching. Turning, he expected to see Riser returning, but instead, three unfamiliar men approached.
"Dantalion?" The lead man asked.
"Correct." The man was quick to raise his hand and fire a spell, but Atticus already had a magical barrier raised, blocking himself and his servant. An explosion sent the three assassins flying back as Yubelluna returns fire, screams filling the club as he spoted more heading towards them. "How odd."
"Kill the Dantalion, the rest don't matter!" One of them shouts out, a dark red orb flying past Atticus as he sidesteps. Another explosion rang out and they were sent flying into the wall, leaving behind a gory mess.
Yubelluna was taking no prisoners. Atticus snapped, and his shadow grew darker as several black wolves emerged from it and attacked his assailants.
A roar fills the room and flames engulf them, the room immediately growing much hotter as Riser glares at their attackers, his hands cloaked in flames. "Who the fuck do you peasants think you are?"
The trio advanced to the exit, and mowed down all their opposition. Atticus long since returned Esmeralda home with a teleportation circle. She was his first cartoon crush, there was no way he'd let her be harmed.
By the time they made it to the exit, the building was on fire, and all the assassins were dead.
"I thank you for your assistance, Riser. You didn't have to aide me, but you did nonetheless. What's your number? I'd like to talk to your father at his earliest convenience regarding an appropriate award for your actions today." Atticus spoke. Riser was quick to pull his phone out so that they could exchange numbers.
"Don't worry about the damages." Riser assured. "This place gets destroyed at least once a week."
They both said their goodbyes and went their separate ways.
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