Chapter 5

Sirzechs

Staring at the beautiful grey-haired woman in front of me, I couldn't help but reminisce.

I used to be a normal human, slaving away at college paying an exorbitant amount of money to get a degree that would at most help me make 70k a year after 12 years of constant labor.

I had nothing to be proud of. I didn't have money, I didn't have a nice car or a house, and I wasn't even handsome. I wasn't famous, I didn't have a rare talent, and I wasn't charismatic enough to start a youtube career or stream on twitch and make millions.

No, I was your run-of-the-mill average joe: an ordinary man, one with few friends and fewer conquests with the opposite sex.

Now? Now I am anything but ordinary. I was handsome, even if saying that makes me sound like a narcissistic bastard, I was powerful—powerful enough that I didn't need to be scared of ancient old monsters like Rizevim. I was rich, by virtue of being the heir to one of the 72 pillars.

And here I am having dinner with an incredibly attractive woman, attractive enough that no model in my past world could ever compare.

Attractive enough that her looks were ethereal, looking like an actual goddess plucked out straight from myth.

Honestly, this whole reincarnation business was an absolute win for me even if I had to be wary of universal and omniversal threats in the future.

Thankfully I had hax that should help me get on their level with sufficient work.

Otherwise, I fear when the day comes when I invariably catch the attention of someone I shouldn't.

"What are you thinking about?" The low, but confident voice of the lady of the hour lulled me out of my thoughts.

I locked my gaze with her red eyes, her gaze filled with sudden confidence, not seen since the day I had met her.

'It seems that she finally got a measure of my personality.' Enough to know that I am not like other devils that expect their woman to be completely submissive without back talk or curiosity.

I am not surprised, we had been talking for the past hour and a half about miscellaneous things, teasing each other, and generally enjoying each other's presence.

Plenty of time for us to make sufficient conclusions about each other's personalities.

"Oh nothing, just about how beautiful you are in that dress" And it was a beautiful dress, a black silk one piece, with the back, left exposed showing her creamy smooth back. It was short enough that her bare and meaty thighs were left naked for all to see. And if you tried hard enough you could probably catch a glimpse at her black thong. It was a really short dress.

Grayfia blushed at the praise, though not as much as she did before.

'Getting more confident are you huh.'

By this point, both of us were done with our food, with only Grayfia sporting a glass of red wine while I was just admiring her beauty.

She was beautiful. And I was a man. Ergo I couldn't very well help it. Not with her clearly also being attracted to me.

We hadn't talked a lot about intimate stuff safe for the first few minutes of our convention where she asked me what my intentions were with our relationship. Which is to be expected. You don't really go into intimate details about who you are, and what your 10-year plan is going to be on the first date.

Though I'll admit, announcing to someone that you plan to marry them in the future on the first date isn't really conventional, but we are devils, and we do shit differently. No matter just how much I despise most of the devil species for their inhumane culture, their straightforwardness is something to be admired.

Even if sometimes I question just why I hadn't just said fuck it and nuked the whole place with the sheer depravity that I see on a daily bases.

"Let's get out of here." Suddenly the lull in conversion was broken by the unusual confident voice of Grayifa. She had shugged the glass of red wine in her hand and stood up, holding a pristine and dainty hand to my face as if wanting me to grab it.

'Well that's a surprise. ' I raised a single eyebrow. 'And very unusual.' Well, unusual for me. Never thought a woman would say that line to a man before.

She said it so confidently too. Got to admit that was sexy as fuck.

Nevertheless, I took her hand in mine, our hands connected with each other and she further surprised me by interlocking our hands with each other, before pulling me up to my feet.

" Getting very confident I see." I raised both my eyebrows and locked eyes with her. "Where is the blushing maiden from before?" I made a show of locking around the room as if trying to find said maiden.

" She got used to being around a monstrously powerful Devil who isn't a tyrant," Grayfia chuckled "That, and I am a Devil, and I have needs."

She drew closer to me, a hand snaked around my neck, while the other still held my other hand.

"I am also very wet right now, and my thong is getting uncomfortable." She whispered, panting. Her hot breath tickled my ear and her natural scent invaded my nose.

"Say no more." And in a flash of crimson red, we were gone.

Devils really have a hard-on for power. And it would seem being a gentleman doesn't hurt.

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Grayfia

She didn't think it would come to this.

No, that would be a lie. She didn't think it would come to this, this fast. Or that she would be actually excited about it.

When her father told her about the assignment given to her by the Satans she had thought that her life would be miserable for the coming years, maybe for eternity. She of course had heard about the Gremory heir, his power, and what he had done in the last young devils meeting.

She expected a tyrant lording his power over her, one who thrived in debauchery and depravity like the rest of her race. She had thought that she would have been raped from the minute she stepped foot in the Gremory household, taken against her will, becoming a toy for a sick young devil with a monstrous amount of power.

It didn't help that the first time she met him she attacked him inside his own home. Any Devil in his place would have killed her for her transgression. But he hadn't, he even laughed and took it stirred.

Hell, they might have done worse.

Grayfia shuddered remembering how a girl from the Abaddon clan was placed inside a breeding den full of demonic beasts after she refused to entrain a few young lords.

Yeah, it could have ended much much worse for her. Even being a Lucifuge and being a part of the six Lucifers clan wouldn't have saved her. Not with how powerful the young Gremory Heir was said to be.

After that, she still expected something to happen, like for him to just take her once her father had left or something along those lines.

But he hadn't, again he had subverted her expectations. And honestly kinda slighted her womanly pride, no matter how inane that thought was.

His asking her on a date was unconventional and frankly pleased her immensely. Grayfia was a romantic at heart, and while humans have a silly idea that preserving your virginity for only your love or your husband she, as a Devil, had none of those inhibitions.

And while she at 16 years of age, was still a virgin—an unusual age to be a virgin for a devil—it wasn't because she was against the idea of sex, it was because frankly, all male devils disgusted her. Not because she found males disgusting or anything, but because of how terrible their personalities are.

So vain, and filled with evil for the sake of being evil.

And she wasn't attracted much to the female gender. So, staying a virgin she was.

Now comes in an incredibly handsome, ludicrously powerful, and very kind devil—at least from what she had seen for the past couple of hours— who wined and dined her, whilst also flexing his power over her father who she had thought was the epitome of strength—leaving him sitting there in the Gremory castle living room, like a little child who got scolded— and taking her from him without waiting for said fathers permission.

Oh, and he also was apparently planning to marry her.

It was too much. Can anyone really blame her for being absolutely ravenous with lust?

Lust not love. That is probably coming soon if Grayfia was right about him.

Case in point, right now Grayifa was naked, glistening with sweat from all pores, and spread eagle wide on the crimson sheets of Sirzechs bed. She was sweating so much that the crimson sheets beneath were more black than red. The aforementioned Devil was currently in between her gushing pussy eating her like was the most delicious of meals, uncaring of her unshaven mound.

She wasn't really trying to impress him before, thankfully he didn't comment on it. Not that she cared about a silly thing such as embarrassment, no, embarrassment went out the window when she squirted all over his face after her first orgasm 5 minutes in.

It's been… honestly Grayfia wasn't sure how long it's been it could be a week for all she knew. But what she did know was that she can't remember how many times she has orgasmed or how many times she stained Sirzechs face with her cum, she was just having the time of her life.

She moaned, then screamed when Sirzechs stuck a finger inside of her suddenly.

"Mmmf~ fuck fuck fuck~ I AM CUMMING!~" She sprayed a veritable fountain, her cunt red and raw from being abused so much. She huffed, looking down and seeing completely soaked Sirzechs, his hair, and face completely drenched from her cum.

She would've blushed after seeing the line of girl cum on his lips if she hadn't lost all forms of embarrassment. She heaved getting up to lie on the headboard of the bed, trying to catch her breath after a mind-blowing orgasm, her breasts were soaked with sweat and she could see a white substance being excreted out of her gushing quim.

'Damn, I am really fucking turned on right now.' The overwhelming smell of sex around the room and the masculine musk coming off Sirzechs didn't help curb her lust either.

"Heh, already done?" Sirzechs asked, he was sitting in front of her, still dressed in his suit having only taken his shirt and jacket, he wasn't even sweating the bastard.

"N-no just catching my breath." She said hotly, stumbling over her words. Her eyes glanced to the side and found that his trousers were pitching a markedly large tent for her. "How about I help you with that?" She wasn't going to lie and say she wasn't looking forward to his cock being rammed up her throat. If he smelled so good even from here, she couldn't imagine what his cock smelled like. Or what his cum tasted for that matter.

Sirzehcs smirked, got up, and took off his trousers and his underwear. All under the gaze of her horny eyes.

She almost drooled. Sirzechs was tall, easily 5'11—though she couldn't really be sure since she didn't have measuring tapes for eyes—and he was ripped. Utterly and truly ripped. And not ripped in a lean way, but in bulky muscles that you can grate cheese on. Muscles packed with explosive strength and power.

Grayfia's eyes, however, were drawn to what was between his legs, it was a pulsing huge rod of man meat. Thicker than her wrist, and with a huge set of balls that she couldn't wait to suck on.

She couldn't say how long his cock was—again she didn't have measuring tapes for eyes—, but it was probably 9 or so inches. Truly massive.

Grayfia crawled on her hands and feet across the bed to him. Her eyes locked on the cock in front of her. Her cunt was already opening and closing on its own in anticipation of being dicked down by it.

Once she got to her destination, Sirzechs green eyes following her every step, she put a shaky—not from fear but from sheer excitement—hand around the blistering hot rod. Grayfia inched her face closer to it, its manly musk scorching her nose, its smell instantly making her even wetter.

'By Lucifer, it smells amazing.' Grayfia's mouth salivated, if it smelled so good then it must mean that it tastes just as good. Grayfia sniffed the cock in her hand again, taking note that his balls smelled similarly heavenly. 'But how? Everywhere I read says that it shouldn't smell that good. Is some sort of magic involved?' It was definitely possible, but for some reason, Grayfia doubted it was as simple as that.

Nonetheless, Grayfia wasn't about to look at a gift in a horse's mouth. Preferably this gift will be in her mouth. And so she did, she took the entirety how his massive and absurdly thick dick in her throat.

"Fuck." Sirzechs growled, and Grayfia shivered. She loved that sound, and by all that was unholy she needed his cock to be inside her.

Right after she was done guzzling his cock and cum in her stomach of course.

Drool, she was drooling. Drooling all over the cock inside her throat, the taste was heavenly, it almost tasted like chocolate to her. The smell was overpowering unlike anything she smelled before, but it was amazing, and she wanted it to be all over her. , and the heat oh the heat, it was sizzling hot in her throat.

Grayfia wanted to move, to fuck herself—her throat on the dick impaled in her throat, but she couldn't, she couldn't get enough of the taste.

Thankfully, Sirzechs didn't seem to have a problem with taking charge.

He took her hair in his large warm hand and tugged her back by it. It sent a searing spike of pleasure throughout her body, almost giving her an orgasm. By satan, she loved it when he was rough with her.

"It would seem that you need some help with moving, hmm?" He raised an eyebrow at her, looking straight in her eyes, She almost blushed, his cock in her throat, and he was looking at her in the eyes, she felt like a whore. It was dominating. Almost servant-like. " Well then, allow me to help then." And with that he pushed her head into his cock with full force, drawing a long and drawn muffled moan out of her.

He didn't stop. No, he kept pushing and pulling her hair back and force fucking her throat and esophagus like he would fuck a cunt.

"guack~guack~ guack~" Obscene sounds of a throat getting fucked echoed around the room.

Her drool splattered on the bed, and on her face, reaching her eyes and nose, covering her face with drool and spit.

Her eyes almost rolled into the back of her head after a full 4 minutes of intense and extremely forceful face fucking, and if it weren't for the fact that devils didn't need to breathe, she would have probably died.

After another 2 minutes, Sirzechs grunted. And with no warrning whatsoever hot churning, and blistering hot cum blasted down her throat and directly into her stomach.

Her eyes did roll to the back of her head now.

It tasted like the greatest of drinks she had ever drank, and by everything unholy she couldn't get enough.

She gulped and gulped until after a couple of seconds the wave of cum stopped. And she was finally let go.

She almost didn't want to leave her place, her mouth was experiencing a taste of orgasm. But reluctantly she removed herself from his cock.

Strings of saliva stretched from his cock to her mouth, and globs of spit covered her breasts and face.

She saw Sirzechs eyes on her sweat and spittle-covered breasts and smirked.

"Mmm~ Do... Do you like them?" She whispered huskily, she must have had an obscene smirk on her face. She fondled her breasts, getting her hands sticky with her fluids " Oh you, don't you?~ They are all yours. Come here and take them~"

She was ready to get fucked already.

Sirzechs growled, pouncing on her like a hungry tiger. Her breasts were pinched, kneaded, and fondled by his strong hands.

"Mmmf~Oh yes~" She looked down at his cock, she was on her back now, Sirzechs was looming above her playing with her breasts, and his cock was inches away from her virgin and overflowing cunt.

"It appears that someone else is interested as well." She grinned slyly "You know that you can just fuck me right now, right?"

Sirzehcs growled again. But didn't say anything except hooking his hands underneath her armpits—and she almost slipped off his arms from just how sweaty she was there thankfully he had a tight grip on her— and threw her up against his pillows before he blurred on top of her again.

Again, a spike of immense pleasure traveled through her at the rough treatment. Grayfia was learning a lot about herself today.

Grayfia's heart leaped when his large form went up on top of her and laid his very massive and wet with her drool cock on her virgin slit. She was very tempted to impale herself right here and right now with his member, inpatient was she was.

Sirzechs rubbed his length along her lips drawing a moan from her.

"Please~" She mewled, desperate, and horny.

"Please what?" Oh, he was cruel. Grayfa noted.

"Please just put it in me alrea-OH MY SATANNNN~~" Her plea was answered midway by Sirzechs shoving his cock with one thrust of his hips. Spearing his cock into her tight, hot, and previously virgin tunnel. Scraping his cock inside her fleshy canal. Claiming it as his own.

"FUCK YESSSSSSS~" She howled, no pain being seen on her face. Devils didn't have hymens. She wrapped her sweaty and glistening toned legs around his waist and heaved herself up to place her face in the crook of his neck, licking and kissing it. " Don't you dare stop! Oh fuck I am cumming alreaddddddy~!"

She screamed again, creaming on his dick. Taking his lips in a searing kiss while she was orgasming. Tasting herself on his lips and the heavenly taste of his lips.

The wet folds of her virgin pussy clung tightly like a vice grip around his shaft messaging it continuously from her nonstop orgasm.

She screamed in his mouth as he pounded into her harder, creaking the bed in his movement. Loud wet slaps echoed around the room as his thrusts met her cunt. Splatters of girl cum and sweat sprinkled everywhere around the room. And the rancid smell of sex and sweat filled the room further enhancing her lust.

She didn't stop cumming. She couldn't.

"FUCK~ FUCK~ FUCK~. FUCK ME MORE~. KEEP POUNDING ME~. FUCK ME INTO THE FUCKING MATTRESS. " She shrieked. "Fuck my little pussy until it is shaped to your cock! Claim me!"

"Fucking hell, you are a screamer." Sirzechs grunted, not stopping his thrusts. He leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss, and just as she was starting to enjoy it, he broke the kiss drawing a groan of disappointment in the middle of her moans, before she moaned louder when he started sucking on her sweaty neck. Lapping her sweat with his tongue, and living hickeys on her neck.

"YESSSSSS~" She elucidated "mmf~ keep doing that"

She whimpered when started picking speed again.

"Would you like me to pump you full of my seed" He growled into her ear, picking up even more speed. " Filing you up so fully that you get pregnant with my kids?"

"Fuck! P-please~" She shrieked "F-fuck I am cummingg againnnnnn~" She squirted harder than she ever did, drenching his chest and stomach completely.

"Hm, you would like that wouldn't you?" He whispered in her ear, his warm breath tickling her

"Y-yes~" She moaned "I'll go crazy if you do that!" She screamed orgasming again.

"Is that so?" He asked, sucking and nibbling on her neck all the while "You want me to cum inside you, painting your womb in white with my cum, and filling you up until you get pregnant?"

Grayfia shivered, her body convulsing.

"Being all mine. With my kids in your womb." He leaned further into her, their bodies now sticking together, his hips still moving in and out of her. "Being my wife."

"YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!" She screamed like she never screamed before "I WANT THAT! PLEAASSE I WANT THAT!" Her hips buckled, and she moved her hips for the first time with him. Fucking herself on his cock.

"PLEASE CUM IN ME! FILL ME UP TO THE BRIM!" She blurted out, taking a deep breath and adding "I want to be yours! ALL yours!"

"Fuck!" Sirzechs grunted.

"Come on cum in me! Please cum in me!" She screamed, her drenched pussy squeezing tight on his cock, wanting to milk him. Her legs were still wrapped around him, preventing him from escaping or pulling out.

"Here. It. Cums!"

She came with a silent scream of pure pleasure while her body shook in her greatest orgasm up to now.

Hot sizzling cum pumped inside her, rope after rope of thick cum was pushed inside her soaking and thirsty pussy. Her pussy overflowing with fertile cum and making its way to their womb. Her already sweaty form was so drenched that it almost looked like she took a bath or just came out of a shower, and her hair was sticking uncomfortably to her skin. Her eyes must have looked like they were staring at the abyss because she couldn't feel her body after the earth-shaking orgasm that just ran through her.

Sirzechs rested on top of her his head in the crook of her neck while his cock was still lodged inside of her, preventing his cum from escaping.

After about five minutes she was finally able to come through. And she did so by kissing Sirzechs all over his face and neck. Getting him to open one eye and look at her.

"T-that was amazing," She said breathlessly. Then yelped when Sirzechs got up, took his cock out, and before most of his cum could escape, turned her around on her stomach, and plunged himself right in.

She moaned into the pillow her face was suddenly in.

"We're not done yet." He growled at her.

"Yess!" She squealed in delight as he started hammering into her.

Yes, what she might be feeling right might be just lust, however, she can see herself falling in love with this man.

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Sirzechs

Clan traits were weird. They were unique abilities that devils had, each one uncopyable and idiosyncratic.

Or at least that is supposedly what most devils believed. It was the general consensus and was widely accepted as a fact.

The problem I had was that devil magic was based on imagination. As in anything you imagine will happen as long as you have the magical power to fuel it. So, wouldn't clan traits be easily duplicated by virtue that all of them are powered by magic and that any shmuck could just imagine the power of destruction or the flames of the Phenex clan easily?

I couldn't very well test that theory myself since Archmage was hax and any abilities—even those unique to a specific race—could easily be duplicated.

I also highly doubt no one tried to duplicate a clan's ability in the millions of years devils have existed. Unfrounantly I found no texts pertaining to someone trying to recreate a clan ability just with devils magic, and I doubt there is any text anywhere in the underworld like that.

After all, trying to steal what makes a noble family unique is one of the greatest 'crimes' you can commit in the Underworld. I say 'crimes' because there aren't really any laws in the underworld, other than the strong rule and the weak serve.

It's some Xianxia bullshit but it's what the Underworld was.

I, however, had a theory, one that is probably closer to the truth than being false.

Well, I had two theories.

1. Lucifer probably had something to do with it when he created the devils.

2. Clan traits drew on concepts rather than magic. As in they were more conceptual than actual magic.

The only problem with theory number 2 is that some clan traits were weirdly…mundane? Like the Phenex's family regeneration or the Stiri clan's high water affinity.

Sure the Phenex family had a bullshit regeneration factor that requires literal god-level power to overcome, and I can somehow see that they might have been fueled by the concept of life itself, but there are other characters in DC that have even greater regeneration factors that don't have any connections with cosmic powers or conceptual powers.

Archmage wasn't any help in trying to understand where clan traits come from. Sure it helped me copy literally any power I see but it didn't help me understand the origin of the power itself. That was something it would seem I had to do on my own.

At least I can confirm that Ajuka's bullshit Kankura formula was actually conceptual—not that it really helps since that was something Ajuka came up with and wasn't a clan trait—or the Gremory probability manipulation being the same.

The power of destruction was also similar conceptual in power, it literally destroyed everything the user wanted to destroy, even destroying reality itself wasn't out of its means.

Kinda makes me curious if I can destroy the source wall itself. I doubt it, at least as I am currently, but it's a fun idea that was floating in my head.

I probably have to wait until I meet with Lucifer and ask him about it. But I am honestly leaning toward it being a mixture of both theories. Lucifer probably did something, and the clan traits are probably conceptual in power.

"In your head again Siri?" Ajuka's voice broke me out of my thoughts. He was sitting next to me fiddling with a miniature black hole. Playing with it like a fidget spinner.

We were both sitting in the Germory castle living room hanging out. Grayfia was still asleep up in my room. A smelly sex rancid room. Though I made sure to change the sheets before I left.

I am so thankful that I was able to invent a spell that stops my cum from being fertile, otherwise, I might have been a teen dad by now. Even with the devil's terrible fertility rate.

"Dude, no, just no." I deadpanned dying a little inside at the blasted nickname being used.

"No? I don't understand what you could possibly mean Siri?" This motherfucker.

"Wipe that shit-eating grin off your face you watermelon-haired bitch." It looked wired on his usually stoic face.

"How mean of you Siri. I thought we were close. "

I sighed, I swear sometimes I question my decision of introducing Ajuka to the constituents of sarcasm and trolling.

The dude is a menace now.

"Stop being gay." I shucked an orb of power destruction at him, and he just nonchalantly threw the miniature black hole at it.

They canceled each other out thankfully. Otherwise, the Underworld would be in big trouble.

"I heard that Levithan is having some trouble with Trigon." Ajuka continued on like nothing happened.

I sighed, slumping in my chair.

"Yeah, and it would seem that some nobles are kicking up a fuss. The idiots want to attack Heaven while they are 'weak'." Bunch of Neanderthals.

The absence of God, Micheal, and Gabriel, and the supposed power of Rizhivim Lucifer, Ajuka, and I gave them an overinflated ego and suicidal levels of confidence.

Most angels from what I can gather were Solar system level, that's not mentioning the higher level angels like Raphel, an Archangel, who is still up there in Heaven holding down the fort.

" Bael and Agares are on the move," Ajuka said, his voice oddly sober.

"Ahh, a civil war huh." It would seem that it's starting early this time around. Sirzechs was 60 when it began.

" I am surprised, to be honest. Bael worships the ground the Satans walk on. I never thought he would go against their descendants."

"He isn't an idiot, a war with Angels…another great war isn't really a bright idea right now." I sighed, it really wasn't. "I don't like this. A civil war while Trigon is at our doorsteps is a terrible idea. "

Trigon was a big problem that I honestly had no idea why most devils were alright with being at our doorstep. The only ones that seem to be worried are Leviathan and Ajuka and I.

It's like the devils were so arrogant that they didn't care that a literal universal threat was at our doorstep.

Sure he might be weakened if he ever dares step foot in the Underworld, and Hades would probably step up if he does, but that doesn't mean he wasn't a threat to all devil kind.

"I heard you and a certain Lucifuge are getting along." Ajuka decided to move on from the serious topics. There was really nothing we could do to stop the civil war that was coming up. And If I was being totally honest even though it is a terrible idea to have a civil war while Trigon is in the equation, I needed the civil war to happen. I dislike the current status quo.

I am sure we can probably delay it for a couple of years. Enough time to figure out something that can take care of Tirgon, or at least seal up the Underworld from his influence.

"She's pretty fun I'll admit." She also wasn't a complete degenerate like most devils. She was certainly kinky though.

"Any plans for marriage?"

"We are still getting to know each other, I doubt either of us are ready." And neither of us loved the other yet. I was a pretty traditional man, I wouldn't marry someone I didn't love. I did like her, and from the recent events that happened upstairs not too long ago, the feeling is mutual. But what happened upstairs wasn't born out of love but lust and mutual attraction.

"You are really lucky you know? I am stuck with my cousin." The green-haired teenager sulked in his chair. His cousin while beautiful had the personality of a rancid trash can.

"My parents tried to marry me off to Roygun Belphegor. You know you could easily just say no right? They can't do shit in forcing you to marry that harlot." I really disliked his cousin, mostly because she was a grade-A bitch, and because her name was Arturia, effectively blemishing the name forever in my eyes.

And also because she tried to cheat on Ajuka with me. Fucking NTR-loving bitch.

"Yeah, but I do need to marry someone. It's too much work trying to find someone else." What in the ever living fuck is that logic…

"Too much time wasted that I can spend furthering my research." He helpfully provided an explanation once he saw my flabbergasted face.

I held my face in between my palms. I swear Ajuka is the Reed Richards of DxD. Asexual and moronic.

"You could just flex your power and easily get someone better dude. It's not that hard to woo a Devil. " I deadpanned "Anyone is better than that bitch."

"Too much work." He said that like flexing his powers would take him a monumental amount of time and effort.

I honestly think he's just fucking with me at this point.

I was just about to ask him if he was a cuck before a truly catastrophic boom sounded out across the entirety of the underworld. Almost shaking the whole realm off its foundations. And if it weren't for the quick burst of power on my and Ajuka's part the castle would have probably been destroyed into shreds from the proceeding shock wave that ripped across the castle and the lands beyond it.

Ajuka and I got up, and without saying anything blurred out of existence.

It would seem Trigon is making his move finally.

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Leviathan

Everything was going to shit.

No, everything was shit before, it was going further into shit and into 'fuck this is the end.'

It was a usual day, filled with tortured screams, hellfire, moans(of all kinds), and hoards of Trigons demons.

You know? The usual.

And as usual, She was all alone dealing with said bullshit without anyone's help. Because devils are right bastards. Herself included.

Not that she needed help, what's a couple of thousands of demons against her might? Frankly, they were ants before her. And at this point is became almost a routine part of her day to smite a couple of thousands of demons before going back to bed or fucking.

Today was such a day, she smote a couple of thousands of demons when she woke up, then eat breakfast, smote a couple of thousands of demons again, eat lunch, and was about to have some hot sweaty raunchy sex with a couple of boys, before a literal giant red hand to appear from straight out fucking nowhere and smack her across battlefield hard enough to create the mother of all explosions.

If she hadn't just barely been able to block that attack before it landed, Leviathan would have probably been dead. And probably most of the underworld would be destroyed from the blast from just that one punch if she hadn't been there to block most of it.

Now? Now she was lying in the middle of a giant carter her armor in pieces, her hands a mangled mess, and her entire body sore. She was, of course, regenerating already but that sucker punch took her by surprise, the power behind the punch was also insane. And for just a split second, Leviathan felt fear. Fear that Trigon finally decided to stop playing with his food.

So she was almost relieved when instead of a giant six-eyed-red-skinned demon, a four-eyed-red-skinned, not quite giant—or at least not as gigantic as Trigon—demon appeared next to her prone form.

"Pleasure to meet the great Leviathan." The demon rubbled, his voice booming and demonic.

"Y-you know me but I am afraid I haven't heard of you before." She huffed, getting up slowly to face the behemoth in front of her.

Now that she got a good look at him, he looked disturbingly similar to Trigon, Save for a broken left horn, his size, and a number of eyes, he looked almost identical to Tirgon. Even his armor was the same. A silver neck brace, nothing to cover his chest, and a black loincloth with a decorative silver belt.

"I am Wrath, son of Trigon." The now-named Wrath, introduced himself, seemingly uncaring that she was quickly recovering from his sneak attack.

Shit.

"Shit indeed." The Demon chuckled. Clearly amused.

She cursed and immediately slammed her mind shut from outside influences. If before was relieved, now she was nervous. If he was so easily able to break into her mind without him noticing then it was safe to say she was fucked. And not in the good way.

"I'll have to admit I didn't think any of Trigon's sons would lower themselves to deal with some puny devils." She bit out, trying to delay him or distract him enough for reinforcements to arrive.

She almost cursed the fact that Rizevim wasn't in the Underworld at the moment, before she remembered he probably wouldn't have helped either way even if he was.

"Lower? You are Lucifer's creations, dealing with you is an honor."

'Great a Lucifer fanboy.' She almost showed her thoughts on her face, before remembering that she was most definitely outmatched in this battle.

Trigon's sons while nowhere near their Father's power, were incredibly powerful. Powerful enough to beat any of the Great Satans, save perhaps Beelzebub before his death at the hands of Micheal.

Not that helps really. Beelzebub was in Hell with old Lucy.

"I don't suppose we can talk this out?" She tried to de-escalate the situation at hand, knowing that she stood fuck all of a chance against one of the six sons of Trigon.

"I am afraid that my father grows tired of waiting. He sent me here to wrap things up." The Demon half bowed a mocking simile on his face. "You know my father, I do not relish in disappointing him. "

And suddenly, he was in front of her, a hand inches away from her face.

Fuck she didn't even see him move. She closed her eyes instinctively. Before she heard feet planting themselves in front of her and crimson light breaking through her closed eyelids.

She opened her eyes quickly, only to see the broad back of a man with crimson-colored hair holding the gigantic red hand of the Demon in place with just a finger.

Sirzechs Gremory, his name echoed in her mind. She heard of him. The new hot topic across the underworld. A young devil of unusual strength, and a monstrous amount of power.

And it would see that the information about him was true.

He truly was a monster.

"Lady Levithan, I don't suppose you can vacate the battlefield." She almost jumped out of her skin when a voice called out to her from behind. Almost.

She whirled around coming face to face with a green-haired teenager.

Ajuka Astaroth. The other monstrous devil.

Her pride snarled at his audacity, but she understood. She was just a liability for what was about to happen.

That didn't mean she liked it. Still, he was right. She needed to leave. But before she did, she looked at her…savior, who was still locked in an intense stare-off with the demon. Both of them seemingly waiting for something.

"I don't suppose you can do me a favor young Gremory?" She half asked half demanded. She was a Satan and she had her own pride, even though it was essentially in tatters.

The Gremory heir didn't turn his head to face her, but hummed in acknowledgment that he heard her.

It was rude, but considering the circumstances and who he was facing, she let it go. Not like she can really do anything to him anyways.

"Slaughter him for me. " She ordered. Any false calmness she had before gone. She almost frothed at the mouth in rage from her loss and having to resort to asking someone not even 1/100th of her age.

He chuckled looking back at her with crimson-colored eyes.

"Was already planning to."

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AN:

So Liverpool won 7-0 and I am on top of the world.

Yes yes I know, Wrath isn't as cool as he is here compared to DC. But fuck that Wrath, dude is a chump for being a son of Trigon.

Also writing lemons is fucking cringe. I hope you know I was dying from cringe while I was writing it.