Late afternoon shadows stretched long across the gates of Kuoh Academy. Akari Hayashi stood half-hidden behind the trunk of a thick cherry tree on the opposite side of the street, dressed in her usual white crop top and denim shorts, ponytail swaying lightly in the breeze.
She wasn't here to cause trouble—just to observe. Ever since Raynare's disappearance, she'd felt the faint prickle of being watched. The Boosted Gear's aura was hard to mask completely, even when dormant. And Kuoh Academy was Rias Gremory's territory.
From her vantage point she could see the old school building where the Occult Research Club held their meetings. The four main members were just leaving: Rias Gremory leading with regal poise, crimson hair catching the dying light; Akeno Himejima walking beside her with that signature teasing smile; Koneko Toujou trailing silently, small and stoic; Yuuto Kiba bringing up the rear, ever the perfect knight.
Akari's breath caught when Rias suddenly paused mid-step.
The crimson-haired devil's head turned slowly—directly toward Akari's position.
For a heartbeat their eyes seemed to meet across the distance. Rias's gaze sharpened, brows furrowing faintly. She was sensing something—likely the displaced, powerful draconic signature leaking from Akari's soul. The Boosted Gear wasn't active, but Ddraig's presence was unmistakable to anyone with high-class demonic senses.
Akari immediately dropped her gaze, turning her body sideways and beginning to walk away at a measured pace—casual enough not to scream "flight," deliberate enough to put distance between them. She kept her head down, hands in her pockets, blending into the stream of students heading home.
Behind her, Rias watched for another second… then turned away, resuming her conversation with Akeno as though nothing had happened. Whatever she sensed, it wasn't enough to warrant immediate action. Not yet.
Akari exhaled through her nose, heart still hammering. Close. Too close.
Two minutes later, rounding a quiet corner near the edge of the academy grounds, she collided shoulder-first with someone.
"Ow—!"
She stumbled back, looking up—and froze.
Standing before her was Freed Sellzen: wild white hair, priest's coat unbuttoned to show off his lean, scarred torso, manic grin splitting his face. But his eyes widened in genuine surprise when he saw her current form.
Akari had activated Transform the moment she sensed Rias's attention might linger. Right now she wore Asia Argento's appearance perfectly: petite blonde nun, green eyes wide and innocent, black-and-white habit hugging her small frame, even the scent of faint holy water and timid nervousness replicated.
Freed's grin turned lecherous, pupils dilating.
"What are you doing here, lovely nun?" he drawled, voice dripping with perverted delight as he leaned in too close. "Lost your way to the confessional?"
Disgust roiled in Akari's stomach at the oily tone, but she forced herself to channel Asia perfectly: shrinking back, hands clasped in front of her chest, voice trembling and soft.
"I-I… I was just… walking…"
Freed chuckled, stepping even closer, one hand already reaching to brush a strand of blonde hair from her face.
"Let me take you to the nearby church. Wouldn't want a sweet little thing like you getting hurt out here alone."
Akari hesitated—just long enough to sell the act—then gave a tiny, frightened nod.
"O-Okay…"
She followed him.
The abandoned church was the same one she'd cleared of stray devils days earlier—still dusty, still broken, still reeking faintly of old blood and incense. Freed kicked the door shut behind them with a dramatic flourish, the sound echoing off cracked stone.
The moment the latch clicked, his demeanor shifted from creepy flirt to outright predator.
He lunged.
Akari let out a perfectly timed squeak of fear as Freed's hands tore at her habit. Fabric ripped away in brutal strips—sleeves, bodice, skirt—until nothing remained. She stood naked in Asia's delicate body, arms crossed over her chest, trembling visibly.
Freed licked his lips, eyes raking over her.
"Now we'll have some fun."
"Please… stop…" Akari whimpered, voice cracking exactly like Asia's would. "Don't…"
He didn't listen.
2 hours later
Freed was buckling his belt, still panting, sweat slicking his wild hair. He looked satisfied—smug, even—as he adjusted his coat.
Akari (still in Asia's form) lay limp on the cold stone floor, eyes closed, breathing shallow and ragged. Pretending unconsciousness. Pretending violation had broken her.
Inside her mind, however, she was calm. Calculating.
A familiar blue screen shimmered into view.
Impregnator: Freed Sellzen
Select any items to absorb permanently into your soul:
Equipments:
1. Light Sword — A blade made of condensed holy light used in close combat. Effective against devils and dark-aligned beings.
2. Exorcist Gun — Specialized firearm that fires consecrated light bullets designed to kill or severely wound devils.
Note: This weak-ass dude possesses nothing else of value besides trash talk and an insane mind.
Akari almost snorted.
No Sacred Gear. No demonic power. No unique abilities. Just two pieces of holy weaponry and a fractured psyche. Exactly what she'd expected from a rogue exorcist madman.
She selected both without hesitation.
Light Sword & Exorcist Gun absorbed into your soul.
Items now permanently bound and summonable at will.
The screen faded.
Akari opened her eyes—slowly, deliberately.
Freed was rummaging through his discarded coat pockets, frown deepening.
"Where the hell… my sword? My gun?" He patted himself down frantically. "They were right here—!"
He spun around.
Akari was already standing—still naked in Asia's petite body, blonde hair falling over her shoulders, green eyes no longer wide with fear but cold and focused.
Freed's jaw dropped.
She raised her right arm.
Crimson gauntlet materialized with a resonant clang—Boosted Gear snapping into place.
Boost.
Boost.
Boost.
Boost.
Boost.
Five boosts. Power surging to 5× baseline—far beyond anything a low-tier exorcist like Freed could handle.
Freed staggered back, eyes bulging.
"W-What the—?! Another Sacred Gear?! You're not Asia Argento—you're a fucking imposter!"
Akari didn't waste breath on banter.
She moved.
Boosted speed turned her into a golden-red blur. Her first strike—a backhand—cracked across Freed's cheek, sending teeth flying and blood spraying in an arc.
He stumbled, trying to summon anything (if that was even possible for this shit), but akari was already inside his guard, knee driving into his solar plexus hard enough to fold him in half.
Air exploded from his lungs in a wet wheeze. She grabbed his collar, yanked him upright, and drove an elbow into his temple—once, twice—dazing him.
Freed swung wildly with a conjured knife; she caught his wrist, twisted until bone snapped, then slammed her palm into his chest, cracking ribs.
He screamed. She didn't stop. Fists hammered his face—nose shattering, eyes blackening, lips splitting—then dropped lower: gut punches that made him retch blood, hooks to the kidneys that buckled his legs.
Freed tried to crawl away; Akari stomped on his ankle, grinding bone to powder. For two full minutes she beat him methodically—methodical, merciless, every strike calculated to inflict maximum pain without killing him instantly.
By the end Freed was a broken, bloody heap—whimpering, twitching, barely conscious—his once-maniacal grin replaced by terror.
Akari stepped back, breathing steady.
A new screen appeared.
Sale Opportunity Detected
Target: Freed Sellzen (Rogue Exorcist)
Sell entire entity?
Estimated value: 5,000,000 System Points
(Note: Doing the world a favor by removing this sick bastard.)
Akari's lip curled.
"Yes."
Sale confirmed.
Freed Sellzen sold.
+5,000,000 SP added
Current System Points: 18,000,000
Freed's broken body shimmered, then dissolved into golden motes—no corpse, no evidence, no trace.
Silence returned to the ruined church.
Akari exhaled once.
Her form shimmered—blonde hair darkening to plain brown, petite frame stretching back to average height, nun habit vanishing to reveal her usual crop top and shorts.
She walked out of the church without looking back.
The door creaked shut behind her.