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As always, I aim for 3k words and ends writing double. Either way, enjoy!
A Marvelous Devil.
Chapter 43: Funny Loopholes.
Kuoh, Japan.
Dante Andromalius.
I sat on the altar, staring absentmindedly at the groaning man before me. I wasn't sure how long I'd been there.
I didn't like this. Not one bit.
"What do you think, kid?" I asked curiously, chuckling when the only reply from the man was whimpers as he tried to fall unconscious and failed miserably at it.
The Dark Force's effect on people was not something I was blind to. I had seen the effect on the couple of humans who went against Tyrone before we made our deal. But I hadn't found ways to test it against beings with a sense of self.
The demonic monsters in my territory didn't count. Fuckers were berserk all the time thanks to whatever was inside the Gusion Castle. Which… curious, but at the same time, unimportant in my plans. Tandy did have some good points, even if she thought she succeeded at manipulating me.
She'd misplayed her hand, amusingly enough. I planned to wait until my peerage grew by two more before continuing her training. At least she wouldn't suffer alone.
I didn't need what was inside, but it worked well to create interesting creatures. Now, with my help, that place would yield even more demonic beasts, adapting to the properties of whatever was inside.
And then? I could create a pocket dimension later or a very well-warded coliseum inside my territory, somewhere my confidants could use to train against those kinds of enemies.
Or just dump someone inside… I couldn't say I wouldn't do that to someone who pissed me off enough in the far future.
But the whimpers and moans were getting tiresome, and as unlucky as this exorcist was, he had something valuable to me.
Pulling his body with telekinesis… because I wasn't touching that thing even with a ten-foot pole, I looked at him and held his eyelids open.
No… he wouldn't survive an interrogation this way. Not when I wanted to know everything he knew.
With a snap of my fingers, I channeled Cosmic Power into him, reigniting the weak ember of life in his eyes.
"You are a truly unlucky man," I smiled at him, enjoying how the ember of life roared through his eyes, "but I can't keep calling you that, kid. What's your name?"
"Go to hell…" he barely managed to say before I sent him back into the Dark Force dimension, for barely 3 seconds this time.
Once I pulled him back, I noted his crazed eyes and how his whole body was trembling from fear.
But still conscious. At least, enough for me to start asking questions.
I tutted, dangling his body in front of me.
"That's not good. When I ask something, I expect an honest answer."
"Fuck… you!" he said tiredly.
Well… I wanted to learn more about this.
I pushed him back inside.
Five seconds later, I pulled him back.
"My girls told me to wait before going home, dude… I suggest you start talking, because I have some time to lose."
And he didn't answer. His eyes were glassy and completely devoid of his sense of self.
Oops.
I snapped my fingers, and he jolted awake, gasping.
With Tandy at my side nearly all day, healing someone as weak as him required almost no cosmic power.
"You bastard!" he shouted, struggling to get free of my hold.
I just smiled, and he flinched. Hard.
"Freed. Freed Sellzen," he said through gritted teeth.
"Good man," I nodded calmly. "What did you see on the other side?"
At that, he kept his mouth and eyes shut.
"Nothing to share?" I asked pleasantly. "I can always send you back for a longer visit. I wonder how many times I'll have to heal you for you to learn your place, worm."
His eyes snapped open. The defiance was still there, buried under layers of fresh terror, but it was fading fast.
"Darkness," he whimpered, eyes darting. "Nothing but darkness and cold. Something whispered to me. They knew my name. Everything about me."
"Fascinating," I nodded, genuinely meaning it. Some kind of mind-reading? Or was it something even greater?
"Did they touch you?" I snorted a bit at how that sounded.
He shuddered so violently that a couple of his teeth broke against each other. Not that he seemed to notice that.
"I'll take that as a yes."
I let him hang in silence for a moment, watching the sweat drip from his chin onto the floor. His skin had taken on a greyish tint that didn't disappear even after healing just his body.
Interesting. The Dark Force etched wounds deeper than the physical.
"What are you?" he finally asked, his voice cracking. "You're not a normal devil. I've killed them enough times to know you're not like them. They don't do… whatever the fuck that was."
I laughed. Grinning wide enough that Freed resumed his fight against my hold.
"I'm a demon, Freed." I chuckled, feeling something nice in admitting what I was, "or at least, I used to be."
He blinked. "Demons, devils, they are the same thing."
"No," I felt a scowl forming before I squashed it. "You can't compare the two, young Freed."
He looked at me as if waiting for an explanation, but I stayed silent, reflecting on how much I'd changed in so little time.
Surprisingly… it was a lot. But Seere would not be disappointed with what Dante was. And Dante wouldn't hate or fear what Seere used to be.
"You know what's funny?" I said, leaning back on the altar and pulling one of the remaining crucifixes left by the heretics into my palm. Then I put it onto my forehead and looked at the ceiling. "I met your God a couple of times. Yahweh, after I stole the punishments he made for humanity right under his nose."
"He wasn't amused by that," I chuckled, "As you can imagine, he took offense when his creations thought I was the better ruler."
I grabbed the crucifix and looked at how dead it felt to my senses, then pulled my shirt off and turned around.
"He branded me like cattle. A brand to remind me every waking moment how he had spared me. I, one of the strongest demons the universe had ever seen."
Freed looked at me like I was crazy, not believing a single word out of my mouth. I didn't fault him.
"Of course, you're one crazy ones," he seemed to sigh.
"I do not lie, boy," I sighed, snapping my fingers and pulling his consciousness into a memory.
Yahweh, in all his golden glory, falling from the heavens, our fight, if you could call it that, was how we destroyed a better part of the earth at that time, after he himself got rid of most of humanity.
I took the upper hand briefly before the whole noticed my mischief; then the One Above All focused on the diminished portion, granting him enough strength to defeat me in a single move.
The cunt. He couldn't respect the… what did Tandy call it? The One v One.
The memory ended after Yahweh branded me and said something that, until this day, I didn't know what it meant.
Freed's eyes went wild as he looked at me in disbelief and terror, but at the same time, he was crying, seeing the very proof that his god existed. And he was realizing how fucked he was.
"How…" he breathed. "No… that can't be right! You are not Lucifer; everything that you showed me must be a lie!"
"I told you," I rolled my eyes. "I tell no lies, Freed. Your God was a bastard, and I don't like him. But his source? I respect everything he has done for reality, even if he, too, is a cunt."
The silence that followed was heavier than any show of force could produce. Freed looked at me like he was seeing me for the first time, and whatever conclusion his fractured mind was reaching, it terrified him more than the dimension had.
"Now, I have a question for you," I said, swinging my legs off the altar. "How does a man of God end up excommunicated, running errands for fallen angels in an abandoned church?"
Freed's eyes tightened, and he stayed silent.
"No?" I tilted my head. "That's fine. You don't need to speak."
I focused, stretching out with my senses to peer beyond the surface and examine his soul's essence in detail for the first time.
And immediately sneered in distaste.
It wasn't the worst I had seen. I used to be a demon, for fucks sake. I knew my kind, and there was a very good reason the universe saw us as the scourge of reality. I had more than a million souls in my domain that made what Freed had done seem like a children's story.
But it was… pathetic. In the most literal sense of the word.
Murder, over a hundred victims since he joined the church. Men, women, children, anything that had a connection with devils or dark creatures that his religion condemned. I expected that, and it honestly was nothing more than a footnote.
But his belief? The sheer justification he made to himself? It was pathetic. Every soul he finished was like a trophy for him. For doing God's work.
Then came the rape. Because, of course, he had to be such a piece of shit. Always looking for the vulnerable ones. The ones who couldn't fight back. He savored every single one of those, each one marking something deep inside his soul. Each one rotted it more and more.
And many other sins.
But beneath all that was what made me laugh out loud in disbelief. The complete and total conviction that everything he did was righteous. That the church was stifling him and his calling, and that everything he did was what Yahweh would have wanted.
What a pathetic worm I found for myself.
I pulled back from his soul and found Freed staring at me with an expression of absolute violation. At least he knew some interesting things about this world church, even if it was somewhat lacking.
"What did you do?" he whispered. "What did you just do to me?"
"You don't have to worry about that," I said simply. "You're a vile little thing, aren't you? How does it feel to know that your God would be disappointed with your actions?"
He laughed a broken laugh at that.
My phone buzzed, and I opened the message app.
"Girl's night ended. Teleport back into Sona's room, Dante."
I sent a thumbs up.
"You'll love it. Hurry up before she gets cold feet!"
I chuckled, pocketing the phone.
"Well, Freed. Thanks for the cooperation." I stood from the altar, stretching.
He looked at me warily, his body still trembling from the residual effects. "You're letting me go like the rest of them?"
I tilted my head, considering him for a moment.
"No… I don't think I will. You see, my fog is a bit of a brat, and it looked like he got a liking to you."
His eyes widened as the Dark Force gathered around my hand.
"No. No, no, no, wait, I answered your questions! I gave you what you…"
"You did," I nodded.
I smiled at him, and whatever he saw in that smile made the last drops of color drain from his face.
"My friend has been pouting about losing his toy. It would be rude of me not to share."
The Dark Force swallowed him whole.
I felt the dimension's consciousness perk up, almost giddy, like a child getting a present. The baby inside my soul vibrated with excitement at having something to play with after so long.
"Don't break him too fast," I murmured. "Or do, I don't really care."
A pulse of smug satisfaction was the only reply I received.
Wondered what the girls had planned.
Later that day.
Sona Sitri.
Only me and my big mouth.
But I didn't regret offering Dante a night he wouldn't forget.
Not anymore. Regret was not something I thought of lately. Ever since he entered my life at that party, he had ignored me after throwing our game.
It was… exciting to know there was someone who could beat me without even trying. I obviously knew that there were other devils capable of it, and the only reason I was safe from them was thanks to my sister.
He also knew that and didn't care one single bit.
And that made him hotter, in my opinion, even if he still kept secrets from me.
Jealousy bubbled inside my chest at that, glancing at Tandy from the corner of my eye and seeing the person Dante trusted more than me.
It hurt. A bit, and the feeling thankfully lessened day by day, but it hurt.
And what was the worst part, would you ask? Me and my pride.
At this point in our relationship, I suspected I could just ask, and he would explain what secrets he had. But I didn't want that. I wanted to find out by myself, even when all my theories didn't make any sense.
At this point, only absurd things were left, things I knew weren't possible.
I sighed, watching Tandy skipping inside my bedroom, as it belonged to her.
And… in truth, it did. Not only hers, obviously, but it was ours.
The only place I could let go and act like the real Sona instead of keeping up the act with everyone else.
The fact that I was pushed until I had no other option than to act like my real self was not important.
"So… care to give me a hint of what you planned for Dante, Sona?" Tandy giggled excitedly and jumped into our bed.
"It is a secret," I barely managed to murmur.
My eye twitched as that faint, persistent pressure made itself known again.
It wasn't constant after the first couple of hours, but every time I moved or sat the wrong way, it came right back, impossible to ignore for more than a few minutes at a time.
It was all Momo's fault, with her degeneracy and her ridiculous argument that this wouldn't break the promise I made to my family.
Which… she wasn't wrong, and that was the only reason I was going on with this.
The only reason.
I hated how aware it made me feel. Like my own body didn't want to let me forget about something like that. It was probably my inexperience.
Either way, Dante better enjoy my gift. Because if he didn't, I'd probably smother him in his sleep.
"Oh, really?" Tandy chuckled even as a grin started growing on her face, her eyes lowering to my backside and staying there as I put some bags on the desk.
I felt a blush rising through my cheeks.
No way! She couldn't know!
Then the degenerate bit her lower lip, and I smashed my hands on the desk, making her jump.
"Not a single word, Tandy!" I ground out.
Tandy burst out laughing as she walked towards me, her expression warm. Her understanding and excitement broke every wall I tried to create between us.
"You are so damn cute, Sona," she said delightedly, "and I know Dante will love it, girl. I'm blaming myself for not thinking about that before."
"You aren't disgusted?" I asked, feeling a bit embarrassed at being seen through by my archnemesis, whom I started to like.
"Of course not, sweety," Tandy smiled, kissing my cheek for good measure. My heart beat harder at that, and I found myself hugging her.
"Thank you, Tandy. It really means a lot," I whispered.
"It is a wonderful gift, dear," she giggled, and I found myself rolling my eyes, hearing her copying Dante. "In fact, I have a really good idea."
I didn't like the sound of her perverse giggle, and at the same time, I found myself getting wetter.
There had to be something wrong with me.
"Do tell?" I poked her ribs.
"Ufufu," she tittered, and again, I rolled my eyes. Now, Akeno. "Leave that to me, Sona. It will be a night to remember. Just… trust me, okay?"
Despite every bone in my body telling me to run and ignore my drenched panties, I nodded slowly.
"Perfect timing," she grinned, and the door opened, revealing Dante himself standing there with a growing grin.
I always wondered how she seemed that connected to him.
"Dante!" Tandy grinned and launched herself at him, trying her damned best to knock him over. "Do you trust me?"
"What brings that on?" he asked curiously before he shook his head, "you know I do, my light."
Again, a small fire in my chest flared at hearing Dante's nickname for Tandy, but I shut it down.
"Then, let me control the bedroom tonight! I promise no one will regret it later!" Tandy clapped excitedly.
I felt equal parts excitement and dread but smiled softly when Dante looked at me for my opinion, a confident grin on his face.
Did I want this? Fuck… yes, I did.
I nodded slowly, earning a loving smile from Dante that made my heart beat erratically.
"Fine, but Sona has the chance of ending it. Say So-tan is the best magical girl if you want to stop, love."
And the need to smother him returned with vengeance as I glared at him.
Before I could curse him as he deserved, I felt my arms and legs bound by Tandy's light as I was put in bed without anyone touching me.
"Oh, you absolute bitch," I scowled in Tandy's direction, earning a shit-eating grin.
I gasped in surprise when another leash formed in the middle of my legs, my face burning with embarrassment as Dante's eyes raked over my clothed body appreciatively. Tandy pushed me to the side as the leash ground itself against my core, and she straddled Dante's lap instead, her hands roaming and taking off his clothes.
"Before we start, I had a small question, love," Tandy purred huskily to Dante as she ground herself against his cock.
"And what does my light need of me?" Dante tilted his head curiously.
Tandy bit her bottom lip as she smiled coyly. "You can modify your own body, right?"
"That is something possible," Dante nodded, his eyes shining in amusement.
A slow, wicked grin formed on Tandy's face as she murmured something in his ear, so low I couldn't hear it under the sound of my gasps as Tandy's light rubbed my wetting core.
"Consider it done," Dante smirked.
I watched breathlessly from the bed as they started making out, their hands roaming each other's bodies with need. When Tandy pulled away, she was flushed and panting. Dante flipped them over so Tandy was pinned beneath him on the mattress.
Then he snapped his fingers, and Tandy's clothes disappeared, making her pout.
He began trailing kisses down her neck to her chest, with his strong hands cupping her breasts and sucking at her tiny pink nipples.
She moaned loudly, arching her body towards him.
Something I imitated feeling Tandy's light grow tighter.
"Can we start, Dante? Pretty please?" She whimpered needily, "I want your fat cock inside my tight little pussy."
Both Tandy and I shivered hearing the filth coming out of the normally proper devil.
By Lucifer, I was surrounded by degenerates.
Dante slapped her tits a bit harshly, earning another loud moan from her. My eyes focused on the way they bounced.
Ugh. So jealous.
But... Dante could modify biology? I shuddered for a moment before vanishing that thought.
I continued squirming helplessly against my bonds as I watched them, my pussy throbbing with desire at the sight. Tandy cried in pleasure once Dante finally put that fat cock I hated and loved inside of her pink lips.
I was so fucking horny, and I was being ignored!
I opened my mouth to scream at them, only for a fucking ball gag to materialize in my mouth.
My eyes tightened in anger, but I couldn't do anything.
Dante cackled in amusement as he started pounding into Tandy, making her scream in ecstasy.
The wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room along with Tandy's sweet moans and Dante's grunts of pleasure. I could only watch, panting hard against the ball and writhing as I imagined how good it must feel to be taken by Dante in such a way.
I was starting to hate that we weren't engaged.
Suddenly, Tandy sat up and pushed Dante onto his back, the bastard lying next to me and grabbing my boobs through my shirt under my livid glare.
She then straddled him, sinking into his dick with another cry.
"Mhm, just like that, Dante," Tandy began rolling her hips as she grabbed Dante's neck with both arms, pressing her forehead against his.
The wet, squelching sounds made me hornier than ever, seeing the way both were lost in each other's gazes.
"I love how you fill me up," she murmured against his lips before kissing him, "Fuck me harder, baby. Harder!"
Dante grunted, and his hips started blurring with how fast he was going, Tandy's tits bouncing even harder as she cried and cried, drops of sweat falling into Dante's form as both began glistening in unison.
"Ready for your plan?" Dante said through gritted teeth.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Tandy screamed so loud that I could only thank my lucky stars I had activated the silencing wards in my room.
Only for my eyes to widen seeing they weren't active.
Dante looked at me with a quirk on his lips for a second before turning his attention to Tandy once more.
What a fucking bastard!
"Fill me up! Fill me up! Fill me up!" Tandy started chanting, screaming to the ceiling as a torrent of cum seemed to seep from Dante's dick like no tomorrow.
An amount that couldn't come out of a normal person began to flood Tandy's womb, almost exploding out of her pink pussy once her womb couldn't hold more of it.
With a final, silent cry, Tandy squirted all over Dante, bathing him and me thanks to the proximity of her love juices.
My nose flared at the smell.
I couldn't articulate the feelings inside my chest as I fought against the bindings, but before I could try anything, Tandy collapsed against Dante's chest before falling between us two, panting as she basked in the afterglow.
"Hmm, good. Now for the second part," Tandy chuckled tiredly before lifting me up like I weighed nothing, turning me around, and dropping me gently on my stomach.
Then she pulled my ass to the air, and the bindings on my legs disappeared as she pushed them open.
Then Dante snapped his fingers once more, and I felt the last line of defense disappear.
"What is this?" Dante asked after a moment, "What's your plan, little vixen?"
He slapped Tandy's cheeks, making me bite my lip as another shudder passed my body.
"You know Sona's situation. I will not break her trust," he said firmly, and I felt my heart soar to my throat.
"That's the thing, baby," Tandy giggled, her hands ghosting over my ass cheeks. "Our little devil learned that technically, she is not breaking any rules by letting you play… here."
And she spread my ass cheeks lewdly, revealing the small Butt plug nestled between them that I'd inserted earlier that day.
The blush that rose through my cheeks was hot enough that I was honestly surprised the bed didn't catch on fire.
I barely managed to look at Dante's expression under my embarrassment, but I was glad I did. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw it, and a slow grin spread across his face. He stepped closer to the bed and reached out to grab the plug, taking it out tenderly out of my tight hole with a wet pop.
I whimpered at the sudden emptiness, clenching reflexively around nothing.
Tandy giggled and spanked me hard on one cheek, making me jolt forward.
"She prepared herself for you, Dante. See how much she cares?" she cooed in his ear, giving my ass another firm smack that left it stinging. "She wants you so badly she couldn't wait."
Dante stepped up behind me, and I felt his bigger hand gripping my hips possessively as he notched the head of his semi-hard cock against my taint.
My breath came out in pants, feeling the weight of it so close to my pussy.
"Sona, I want to hear it from you," Dante whispered, the weight disappearing as I felt him moving and kissing my right cheek before nipping it, probably leaving a mark.
"I can't give you my virginity," I panted, "but I'm yours, Dante, and I will forever be. This? This is me showing you how much I want you."
My cheeks burned, but I smiled at him. My eyes conveyed everything I needed them to do.
He chuckled warmly at that.
"Thank you, Sona. You won't regret it, love."
"Let me help," Tandy cooed, and I felt her hands spread my asshole to their viewing pleasure.
Then something wet landed directly on top of my puckered hole, making me try to move.
Tandy didn't allow that, as I felt a thin, dainty finger rub circles around the rim.
"Tandy!" I squeaked out, making her laugh.
"How much did you prepare, Sona?" she asked excitedly, and I felt myself shivering at her pushing the tip of her finger inside just for a second.
"I did everything I found online," I explained softly.
"Everything?" she asked once more, her finger speeding up.
"Uhu!" I closed my eyes tightly.
"Then I can do this," she said wickedly, and something wet, but pliable pressed against my asshole.
I squeaked, trying to move away from the thing that could only be a tongue kissing my hole. But Dante held his grip tight.
"I was always curious," Tandy giggled, and I felt my face burning.
"It doesn't taste like much," she shrugged, and I felt her tongue going in once more.
Shutting my eyes, I grit my teeth at the unfamiliar feeling.
I didn't know how long it passed, but after what felt like hours, Tandy finally left me alone and spread myself once more.
And something solid and fat started pushing inside me.
Little by little, he buried his huge cock into my tight asshole. I screamed in a mix of pain and pleasure as he split me open on his thick shaft, my fingers clutching the sheets.
"Tight," was the only thing that came out of Dante's mouth.
I didn't know what to think. The only thing on my mind was freaking stars.
"So good," I panted, having my mouth open in a silent scream that left me breathless, feeling Dante start pistoning inside of me, "don't you dare to stop!"
The burning feeling felt surprisingly… nice. I didn't focus on that because I didn't know if it said something about me that I rather did not.
The stretch. It had to be.
All the nerves there sprang to life all at once as I felt my body explode, squirting out of my pussy a healthy dose of cum and spraying the bed.
"Our little anal slut," Tandy giggled, sitting in front of me. "Now, your gift."
She grabbed my hair and lifted my head, my eyes opening to find her sitting in front of me with her legs spread. A veritable river of cum flowing out of the tight slit.
"Bon Appétit, Sona," she smirked viciously, "Dante will make sure to fill you up just as he did me."
She bit her lip, "Who knows, I might even return the favor."
The world turned into flashes of light as my ears were muffled by Tandy's thick thighs, and I didn't know how long I spent there until I screamed my throat raw, feeling something molten running around my bowels.
"Fuck," I panted, my eyes refusing to open as I lay there almost comatose, "I can't believe sex feels so good."
"We aim to please," Tandy tittered, kissing my brow as another weight made itself known at my side.
"You were perfect, Sona. Thank you," Dante kissed my lips, and I smiled against them.
"I am yours, Dante," I sighed, snuggling against his broad chest, feeling completely satisfied even when I knew it would hurt in the morning.
"Then it's good we immortalized the date," Tandy cackled, and my heart froze as the sounds of my moans came from somewhere.
Oh… you absolute bitch.
She was lucky my eyelids were dropping. And despite everything… I trusted them as much as I loved them.
Which was saying something.
I could only hope no one else would see this video.
The next day.
Dante Andromalius.
Arriving at Rias's house, Sona couldn't hold my gaze for more than two seconds before blushing.
It hadn't helped that her whole peerage, bar one… sad young man, cheered her on for over an hour straight while we had our breakfast.
It turned out that Sona was a screamer, and thanks to my little mischief, the whole house heard us going for hours.
The poor man was obviously crushing on Sona, which made me his number one enemy. It was adorable, to be honest. Especially when the two girls of her peerage wanted him badly.
He didn't notice, and that made it even funnier.
But that was the past, and I had something important to do here.
Why? Because Isane said yes to Rias's offer.
Not that it was much of a surprise. Between the fallen angels that were no longer here (Rias, amusingly, didn't mention that), Rias's earnest plea, and my blunt explanation of reality, the girl didn't have many options that ended with her freedom and life.
And her relationship with Red meant that I couldn't simply ignore her. If she had told Rias no, I would have grabbed her and convinced her… however needed.
It was good that it didn't reach that point.
But that was the problem. Because Rias had no way in hell of reincarnating Isane as she was.
Hell… I even had my doubts that even the Satans could do it. Red's flesh had mingled with hers, and at this point, her talent was going to be divine at the bare minimum.
So, here I was.
"Yeah… you truly needed me here," I sighed, my eyes shining gold as I observed the nervous Rias and Isane as they sat next to each other.
Rias's pieces were on the table, and I barely had to glance at them before deciding on what path to take.
"Now, what we say here stays here," I said firmly, "I want all of you gone. Bar Isane, Sona, Tandy, and Rias."
Rias opened her mouth to complain, but I raised my hand to stop her.
"I'm not saying that I don't trust them, I know them enough to say they wouldn't consciously spread what I'm about to do. But the fewer people who know, the better."
Before Rias could answer, Akeno flashed me a smile and started pulling the rest of the peerage outside.
"He's right, Rias. And it doesn't matter. Call us after you finish, yeah?" she giggled behind her hand, and I nodded at her in thanks.
Rias pouted, but after everyone left, I got to work.
I grabbed four of her pieces. She wasn't the same as Sona, who had lost one thanks to our little accident, so I couldn't simply create another one without messing with the Matrix Ajuka left behind.
Clasping my hands, I modified them the same way I did with Sona's. Fusing them together to give a higher ceiling before my tattoos came to life and pumped an honestly absurd amount of demonic power straight from the source. At one point, I felt them hit the limit, but cosmic power made sure to break through that dam into something more.
Something similar to mutated pieces, or at least I suspected so. It was delicate work, not as complex as creating something new from scratch, but different in its own way.
Tandy grabbed my hand, and the light force came to play. The very spark needed to birth something that shouldn't be alive by pumping so much life force directly into it.
The four pieces finally merged under my fingers, after a bit of resistance, then accepting the new architecture.
"There. I don't even know how to call this shit," I put it on the table.
The bastard was emitting more power than my own. Obviously, mine worked on a different scale than this one, but it was special in its own way.
Rias's mouth hadn't closed ever since I started, her eyes wide as dinner plates as she looked at the thing lying on the table.
Funnily enough, Isane didn't react much.
Even Sona was surprised.
"Now, shouldn't you do something, dear?" I smiled at Rias and pushed the piece into her palms.
She brightened, clutching the piece to her chest and tearing up a bit.
"Thank you, Dante. I'll never forget this if it works," she smiled beautifully.
"If it works?" I asked, almost offended.
Rias giggled sheepishly under my glare.
"As long as you do your best to pay me back, dear, we'll be good," I smiled. "I did like the way that skirt looked on you."
Rias blushed a bit, but she was more focused on Isane.
She placed the piece on her chest as the woman shivered when it went inside her.
Isane's body arched, and for a moment, I felt the three power sources inside of her clash. Red's flesh, Ddraig's soul, and the sealed blessing, before the modified piece wrapped around them all and held them hostage.
Barely, but it was enough for the reincarnation to finish.
Isane gasped before going still. Her breathing went into disarray for a moment as her mouth spat a small glob of blue fire.
I shut that down before it could burn, noting that it had some of Red's properties inside it.
Damn. Dreamfyre? An apt name, if I say so myself.
"Welcome to the best decision of your life, Isane." I grinned at her.
Rias grinned and clapped, her chest jiggling as she jumped in excitement.
Sona sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose.
"But now, I need to have a small conversation with someone inside of you," I said apologetically as I flashed next to her, my hand on her head. "It might feel weird, but nothing wrong will happen to you, my dear."
My consciousness was pulled inside the sacred gear, and I grinned, seeing the gargantuan Dragon gaping in my direction.
Well… Time to make sure he knows how to keep his mouth shut.
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