Ragnarok Tournament Part 3 of 5 - Semi Finals Begin

Schedule change: I will be uploading every other week from now on. This is because I want to make sure I have enough chapters ready to go for sporadic updates, and the chapters I will be writing from this arc onwards, probably to the very end of the fanfic, will be very long. It takes a lot of time writing and revising a chapter that is, for example, 10,000 words long, and that's not even that long compared to other chapters I have already written. I also just want to make sure I am getting you guys my best writing possible.

So you guys know how I said my goal for this fanfic was 100K words? Yeah, that's way too short for the arcs I have planned. My goal is at least 102 chapters and 576,000 words. At the rate I'm writing, I could finish this fanfic with 900K+ words.

Warning: Issei x Rossweisse Lemon in this chapter

Unknown Date Several Centuries Ago

Unknown World, Ocean of Ignora, Ente Islan Island Continents, AKA Ente Isla

The depravity of Humans never ceased to amaze Demonkind. They practiced in all things evil that they preached against, and this was no exception.

It was a peaceful day in a certain Ente Islan Demon village. Little 5 year old Satan Jacob was running around in a field of flowers, playing.

"Satan, don't go too far now, okay son?" His mother voiced her concerns. "Dinner is almost ready, so you should eat soon!"

"Kay!"

Suddenly, the ground trembled as the villagers looked alarmed to see a few Human noblemen and some armored knights riding towards them on horses.

One of them dressed more fancily than the others. He opened his mouth to speak, sounding like an Irish accent. "I am Alex Gregory, an Archbishop of the Church of Ente Isla. Ya filthy heathens are lucky to be alive, for it is not you we are after. It is your children. That's right. We are here to enslave your children into the Holy Aire Kingdom's army. Be grateful, Demon pigs."

Jacob, now by his parents, looked at them to see their worry, so he smiled. "Mom, dad... You'll have to let me go."

"What?!" They both protested.

Even at this age, Jacob was extremely intelligent. "If you don't, they'll kill you."

"Son..." His parents hugged him.

His father gave him a wrist band. "Take this."

Jacob's eyes widened. "But this is your wedding cloth!"

"Please. Your mother and I don't need such items as proof of our love. The proof of our love is you, my boy, but at least you will have something to remember us by. I love you, Jacob. Stay strong." His dad hugged him while his mother gave him a kiss before he was snatched away by the racist Humans.

Anyone who tried to resist the kidnapping of their children was executed on the spot.

. . . . . . .

2 years later

A Human soldier was whipping a platoon of cadets, specifically Demon children that the Church of Ente Isla, also known as the Church of the Divine Creed, had enslaved.

And it was all just because they looked different, something their superiors harshly drilled into their minds every day of their lives. Their horns made them stand out, resulting in them being treated harshly by their Human overlords.

"Jacob! Did you steal from the mess hall?!"

Satan Jacob, now a small 7 year old Demon boy at the time, trembled in fear. "S-Sir, I was hungry and-"

He never got to finish his sentence as the Human punched him in the face and proceeded to severely beat him.

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK HOW HUNGRY YOU WERE, YOU WRETCHED UGLY DEMON BASTARD! CONSIDER THIS DIVINE PUNISHMENT!"

Of course, he would always find a way to screw up and end up getting beaten again, but it was almost always because they just outright hated him for no reason.

"Jacob!" This time it was the whip.

"Jacob!" Another time, he had his nails violently ripped out.

"Jacob!" He was nailed to a cross, the holy position only adding to his agony and shame.

But every time, they all had one thing in common, and that is that they served to slowly increase his hatred for humanity. He learned to take it all laying down, but someday, he would snap.

One time, the Humans had enough of him and decided that he was useless except for one last thing, which was to torture him one last time for their own sadistic pleasure. This time, it wasn't physical pain. Oh no. It was an emotional one, a trauma he would never forget.

It was the death of his parents that made the innocent Demon boy cement his hatred for humanity, a smouldering hatred that would eventually turn him into a monster.

The Humans decided to tie him up and transport him via a wagon to his hometown.

"Watch, you stupid Demon boy. Watch as we kill your precious people."

Unlike the vast majority of Demons, Satan Jacob was not from the red moon that was home to the Demons. Instead, he was among the few unlucky Demons to be born to a family from the hell hole known as Ente Isla. The Demons who lived there had a few scattered villages, even cities here and there. His was in far in the Eastern continent, isolated from society.

But that didn't change the fact that all Demons are discriminated against for being different, for looking different, and for having contrasting beliefs that didn't match with the Church's radical ideals. The Church controlled everything, and their priests had no remorse for any of the people who suffered because of them, especially not Demons.

The Humans rode into Jacob's hometown on horses, setting fire to homes, chopping heads off with swords, murdering mothers and fathers in front of their sons and daughters, violating mothers and daughters in front of their fathers, husbands, and sons, and taking too many female slaves to count. He shuddered to imagine what kind of horrors awaited those beautiful girls who were kidnapped.

Jacob was gagged, unable to say anything as they forced his eyes open to watch in horror as they inflicted every awful atrocity possible to his family. It didn't stop for several hours, and when it finally did, there wasn't a single soul left alive in his hometown, not a single person breathing or with enough freedom to tell the tale.

All except him.

They cut him loose, threw him off, and abandoned him as they rode away laughing, looking for another Demon village to terrorize.

Satan Jacob wasn't crying before, but he was now. He balled his eyes out.

"Dear God, what happened here?!" A concerned woman's voice sounded. It was an Angel, but Jacob didn't care.

The woman looked around in shock at the destruction, and then she looked at the little distraught boy. She never saw a Demon cry before, much less a Demon child. Something inside her heart had her drawn to his innocent appearance.

"What is your name, son?" The Angel kindly inquired.

"... W-Why *hic* does it matter to you? *hic* Kill me."

She gasped in shock at the idea of murdering a child. "I just want to help you." The woman ran her fingers through his hair, comforting him as he slowly stopped sobbing to which she smiled kindly. It was one of the most beautiful smiles he had ever seen, one of the most motherly.

"... M-My name is Satan Jacob."

"Hm. Satan is a very common name among Demons. My boy, I'm sorry for asking, but tell me, are your parents..." She pointed to the rubble of buildings to which the boy nodded sadly. She frowned. "You poor thing." Then she stood up with a determined smile. "That settles it! From this point onwards, I'll be your mother! I'll adopt you!"

"... W-Why?"

"I dunno. Call it my motherly instincts." She smiled.

"You... You really would have me as your son?"

"Yes."

"Even though I am a D-Demon?"

"Yes." She wiped his tears away.

"What's your name? What do I call you? What are you?"

"My name is Lailah, and you may call me that or mom."

"I'll call you Lailah, then. Maybe I'll come to love you as much as I loved mom, but my real mom is dead, and you can never replace her. I'm sorry."

She giggled. "That's fine. As for what I am, I'm an Archangel."

"... An Angel? Like those beings from Heaven? Aren't they supposed to be enemies with my kind?"

"Yes, but I'm not going to hurt you. Besides, I ran away from Heaven. I'm a fugitive since I am neglecting my supposed duties as an Angel." She pouted childishly, puffing out her cheeks. "Those people were mean to little ol' Lailah."

That wasn't the only reason she is a fugitive, but he didn't need to know. Not yet.

"So you're a Fallen Angel?"

"Nope. I'm pure." She showed him a large set of white wings.

"Huh? Eh, whatever."

A Demon being in the good graces of an Angel, no less an Archangel. Such a concept was unheard of, but it did happen.

Satan Jacob narrowed his eyes as he glared at his former hometown while his new adoptive mother held him by his shoulders from behind. "I may be just a lowly Goblin, but someday... Someday, I promise I'll make humanity pay for what they have done to my kind!"

Lailah knew there was nothing she could do to change his mindset. She hated seeing him on this possibly self-destructive path, so she would have to at try to fix his belief that all Humans are evil, which they aren't.

And so, he began living and training under his new guardian. From that day forward, he decided that he wouldn't be weak anymore. He wouldn't be bullied anymore. His kin would take back what belonged to them.

Satan Jacob would become the greatest Demon King to ever live.

Issei's Dragons:

('Ddraig speaking telepathically')

("Ddraig talking out loud")

|'Vritra speaking telepathically'|

|"Vritra talking out loud"|

Other Dragons:

['Albion speaking telepathically']

["Albion talking out loud"]

{'Bahamut speaking telepathically'}

'A character's thoughts'

Chapter 30: Ragnarok Tournament Part 3 of 5 - Semi Finals Begin

Tournament Day 5 of 7

Everyone, including the trainers not named Tiamat, Vali, and Sona's peerage were all gathered in Issei and Raynare's master suite. The two of them lay on the bed sitting up with everyone looking at them.

The Master Chief and the Doom Slayer sat at a table in a corner, eating potato chips, while the Arbiter stood next to them.

"Today is supposed to be the day that Thor fights Loki. However, to the girls of my peerage, be ready to fight. I am going try to convince Thor to forfeit."

"EHHHHHH?!" Everyone except Raynare, Arisu, Sona, the Chief, Slayer, Arbiter, Leonidas, Tannin, Great Red, and Ophis yelled.

Issei covered his ears. "Jeez, overreaction much?"

As everyone else questioned him, Raynare and Arisu shrugged as they mentally told their peerage, 'You all heard him! Let's get ready!'

. . . . . . .

Thor was eating breakfast with his peerage when he heard what Issei asked him. "You what?!" He yelled out of surprise.

"I said I would like for you to retire from your fight with Loki, please."

"Why?" Hervor asked, feeling a bit angry. "Here we have the chance to avenge the honor of our King, and you want us to give up before we can even try?"

Issei frowned. "I know, and I'm sorry because I am sure that I would feel the same way in your shoes... But listen, my reason is simple. I think Thor would easily win in a fight between him and Loki. I don't know about the other fights, but the one between the two Kings would be a slaughter. I want to be the one to do that. This is personal between me and him. Remember? He attacked one of my girlfriends without reason or provocation."

Kratos stoically looked at Issei. "I also would prefer to fight, but it is the choice of my King."

Thor scratched his beard. "Hm. Very well, I shall withdraw. I will also give Loki those exact reasons you just gave, and while I am sure he will find a way to try to twist them around and try to taunt me, the fight between the two of you will still happen as long as you make the Finals."

Sif nodded with a smile. "I support your decision!"

Geir was quiet the entire time, feeling conflicted as both sides gave compelling arguments.

Issei let out a breath of relief. "Thank you. Leave the rest up to me."

Thor nodded. "Good luck against Sairaorg."

. . . . . . .

Issei and his peerage, now done stretching, stood just outside the locker room and tunnel entrance so that no cameras could see them, waiting for Odin to make the announcement.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Day 5 of the Annual Rating Game Tournament! I have a special announcement to make. Earlier this morning, as some of you may have already heard on Shittwer, the schedule has been changed. The Sekiryuutei asked Thor to retire, which he did, meaning Loki automatically advances to the Finals! Congrats Loki!"

Many booed.

"BOO! YOU STINK!"

"TAKE A SHOWER!"

"FUCK YOU, LOKI!"

"YEAH! I SAW THAT DUDE STEAL SOMEBODY'S PIZZA (86)!"

Odin interrupted. "Ahem. Anyway, today, we have the remaining three matches of the tournament. Our first one is a peerage match between Issei Hyoudou and Sairaorg Bael!"

Upon hearing that, both peerages walked down the tunnels, and the crowd erupted into cheers. Everyone took their seats except Issei and Sairaorg who walked up to each other. At first, the judges were cautious in case they were to fight, but instead, they shook hands much to their bewilderment.

Issei smiled. "I saw your fight against Sona, and I have to say that seeing what you are capable of, I look forward to our one on one fight!"

Sairaorg's eyes shimmered with the same excitement as his opponent. "And I could tell you were holding back against Cao Cao, so I look forward to going all out against you. I hope you take me seriously, though."

"Haha! No can do. We all know who is watching." Issei winked at him as he sent him a telepathic message. 'Until our fight, pretend that I won't go all out, but when it's time for us to battle, I will tell you at the last second screw it and give it my all. I've decided that there is no point in hiding what I am capable of. However, I will only go all out in my base form, so I will not be using Boosted Gear.'

'Good to know! In that case, as a courtesy to you and your Queen, I'll send my pieces up first in every fight except the first one, and I promise to be fast.'

'My Queen? You mean you know?'

'Yeah, using Senjutsu. Congrats on the baby.'

'I see. Thank you. I already have a male best friend, that being Vali Lucifer the White Dragon Emperor, but you know, you're a pretty cool dude, so when this match is all over, you can call me Issei. I'd like to be friends with you, despite the fact that you're Rias' cousin.'

'Sounds good!'

They pulled up their still intertwined handshake together in a friendly, manly gesture up to their shoulders, as if they were about to arm wrestle, accentuating their biceps, making every female present blush and some squeal like fangirls.

As Issei went to take his seat, he sent a shit-eating grin towards Loki, who grit his teeth in annoyance. "Tch! Be grateful I agreed to this, Shittyryuutei. This doesn't change anything. Even if you somehow win the next two matches, y-you will never win against the likes of me." He mentally cursed himself for stuttering, a sign of fear.

"Oh, we'll see about that, little pig." Just to annoy Loki further, he walked with an obvious show of overconfidence in his steps as he gestured some finger-guns to a few squealing fangirls in the crowd, Bully Maguire style (87).

Sona face palmed, cringing from Issei's theatrics. "Ugh."

"Tch!" Loki had taunted Thor when he told him the news, but he was not pleased that his adoptive brother didn't react at all. The Sekiryuutei only helped further his agitation.

Said Sekiryuutei took a seat facing his peerage. "Alright, ladies. There are four pieces I am going to use for this match: Natsuki, Ravel, Kuroka, and Raynare. Raynare, I will only send you if Sairaorg hopefully deploys his Queen, but that is the only fight I'm allowing you to participate in for this tournament. This time, go all out. Show those Khaos Brigade pussies and that PIECE OF UGLY PIG MANURE SITTING OVER THERE," Issei screamed, pointing at Loki, earning his glare, making the audience wonder what their beef was about, "the difference in our efforts from when we fought Cao Cao to now. Do not hold back. Make that shit heel crap his pants." He finished quietly, not letting anyone but the judges hear him, making his girls smirk.

"One last thing. Sairaorg can't be sure of exactly how powerful we are yet since we're not radiating power because of Bahamut's training, specifically his lessons on concealing our auras, but I think he has a feeling that we will win every fight. However, it is up to us to go out there and make it happen, okay?!

"RIGHT!"

First Fight

"The dice is rolling, and it... is... a... Okay, you can stop it from rolling, Grayfia... Grayfia?"

So much later that the old narrator got tired of waiting and they had to hire a new one (88).

"Grayfia, is something the matter?" Azazel spoke, seeing the former Strongest Queen deep in thought.

"Yeah, I was thinking that I should now propose a rule change. For this match as well as the Finals, we should increase the maximum dice number roll to 24 instead of 12. This would give Sairaorg's peerage a slight advantage as they would be able to deploy more pieces while it would handicap Hyoudou. I don't think Hyoudou will send everything he can."

Azazel nodded. "I agree. Bahamut, what do you say?"

"Let's do it. The max roll for this match and the Finals will be 24."

Odin sighed. "Okay, take two! The dice is rolling... The number is 6! Three minutes are now on the clock."

Issei stood up. "I am sending my Pawn, Natsuki Murayama to fight."

Sairaorg smirked. 'I see. As I suspected, his peerage must truly be stronger than we could possibly imagine. You must have trained them very hard, and for that, I respect your work ethic even more, Issei Hyoudou. This match will be a fast and easy one for your pieces. Just be ready for me.' He announced, "I'll send my Bishop Misteeta Sabnock and my Knight Beruka Furcas."

The three were teleported to an absurdly, unrealistically wide pathway between cherry blossoms that leads to a dojo with Murayama standing in the way, her eyes closed.

Sairaorg had a few choice words for Misteeta's unacceptable, rude behavior during their match with the Sitri, but while certain people can change for the better, others cannot, and he's the latter.

The little boy smirked maniacally. "Hey, you dumb bitch! Do you really think standing there with your eyes closed is the wisest idea?!"

Momo growled, "The next time I see that little androgynous shit, I'm so gonna kill him," to which Mira and Ruruko gulped.

Beruka looked at him in disbelief. "Oi! What the hell are you doing?! Our King said he would trade you if you behave like this again!"

"Huh? No, he didn't. Stop making shit up."

Beruka was incensed. "Making shit up?! Like you with your age?! God, you're infuriating to deal with!"

Issei mumbled, "That I can agree on. Misteeta reminds me of those little 8 year olds on S Box Live, using microphones to cuss me out. That shit was both annoying and hilarious."

Sairaorg huffed. "Hmph. I am trading Misteeta for a new roll of toilet paper or something. Nobody would want him with that kind of attitude."

Kuisha was elated. "Yes, please my King! He is a locker room cancer." She kissed his cheek, making him blush.

"N-Not now please, Kuisha. Maybe later when we're alone..." It was rare for Sairaorg's peerage to see him flustered. His response earned a giggle from his Queen.

Meanwhile...

Murayama glared at Misteeta as she unsheathed her sword, and without warning or any need for words, she charged at the now terrified Bishop. She held true to her Samurai code, her Bushido. While she finds trash talk that doesn't involve herself and her peerage amusing, she does not partake in it, so she lets her skill do the talking.

She unleashed an insanely fast torrent of attacks, too fast for everyone to keep up with except her fellow peers, her sword infused with an impossibly cold aura and ice. Every hack and slash of her sword struck true. A whirlwind of her aura physically froze Beruka in place as she punished Misteeta.

Misteeta fell back, cuts all over his body, coughing up blood, giggling creepily while blushing with a look of sexual pleasure, his nose oozing red. "Hue hue hue. Hit me more, sexy onee-san." Unfortunately for him, Murayama ignored the remark, so he passed out.

"Sairaorg's Bishop Misteeta Sabnock has retired! Wow, what an amazing, I mean, ahem, brutal way to go!"

Momo stood up, her hands in Kazuma grabby mode as she looked skyward and roared, "HE'S A SHOTACON, TOO!"

Ruruko's eyes were spinning in fright. "Whaaaaa... C-C-C-C-Calm d-down, M-Momo-senpai! Everything will be daijoubu! Right, President?"

Tsubaki sweatdropped. "Oi, you're making the author look like weeb scum. Stop it, get some help (89)."

Sona was about to respond before she was cut off.

"HORYYYYY SHETTT!!!" Issei bellowed, scaring everyone except for the judges and his acquaintances.

'W-What is it all of a sudden?!' His peerage thought in worry.

"I WISH I HAD A HOT OLDER SISTER FIGURE WHO'S TOTALLY NOT BLOOD RELATED TO ME SO WE CAN DO MORE NAUGHTY THINGS THAN JUST HITTING ME LIKE SOME OF THOSE AMAZING DOUJINSHI I HAVE READ!"

'Oh.' They looked dead on the inside for a moment while everyone else in the stadium roared in laughter except the Angels and the Church.

Beruka, now unfrozen and on Pale Horse, tried to charge in but was met with a downward slash that split his head in half. His horse disappeared as he fell onto the ground in mid-air, landing on his feet. He took a few steps in a random direction as he shrugged his shoulders and thought, 'Huh. Well, I guess I'll die now,' before collapsing.

"Sairaorg's Knight Beruka Furcas has been eliminated! Natsuki Murayama wins!"

More murmuring among the audience happened.

"That Human wasn't trying before, but this seems way different!"

"I couldn't even see that attack! She's fast!"

"That was boring."

"Yeah, at least give us a challenge."

"Hey, at least they died in funny fashion."

"Yeah, for sure."

Second Fight

5 was rolled next.

Sairaorg proclaimed, "I'm sending my Rook Gandoma Balam."

Issei nodded. "Very well. I shall deploy my Bishop, Ravel Phenex."

They were both put into a boxing ring. Artificial people, not Homunculi but rather just faceless shadows of people, surrounded them, cheering for whoever has the momentum.

Gandoma Balam scoffed. "Is a little squirt like you actually supposed to hurt me? Ha! Don't make me laugh!"

Sairaorg clicked his tongue. "Oof. Welp, guess I'm trading him, too."

Mira scowled. "Bastard! How dare he look down on Ravel just because she's small! Size isn't everything in a fight! And I. Proved. That!" She slammed her fists down three times onto Tsubaki's head with the last three words of her sentence.

Tsubaki, sitting right in front of Mira, was stoic in expression, but she growled slightly. "Ow. Mira..."

She snapped out of it. "S-Sorry, senpai!"

Tsubaki sighed. "It's fine."

Ravel smirked as she held her staff behind her back, slightly crouched in a combat stance. "Your move!"

Gandoma pointed at her with a condescending look on his face. "Nah, you first! I insist!"

"You fool! I've been trained in the magic arts by Great Red and Ophis!"

The audience reacted again.

"EHHHHH?!"

"Great Red and Ophis trained her?!"

"No way! She's lying!" Diodora was in denial. 'If the Ouroboros and the Apocalypse Dragon trained them, then that would make it harder for me to force myself on one or more of the Sekiryuutei's girls! Tch. Filthy Dragons.'

Suddenly, Issei roared at them, making them quiet down. "It is true. Great Red and Ophis were two of the fourteen people who trained us. I thought that was obvious by the fact that they're sitting with them, but most of you people are clearly fucking idiots."

Ravel relaxed her stance and tapped her staff on the floor. A goldish-orange beam fired at Gandoma and hit his chest.

For a while, nothing happened.

Gandoma grunted "Was that supposed to hurt? It tickled." Then suddenly, he burst into white flames and yelped in surprised before he screamed in pain while he melted. His skin slowly melted away as his physicaly body was replaced by a still screaming, fleshy skeleton before it disintegrated.

"Sairaorg's Rook Gandoma has retired! Ravel Phenex wins!"

The Angels were in shock.

"H-Hey, wasn't that-"

"Yeah. Holy Fire."

"But to be able to create such powerful magic that emerges from that beam and then the target's body instead of her hands is just..."

"She's so powerful!"

"A former Devil shouldn't be allowed to use Holy Fire! Judges, disqualif-"

The male Angel who said that began choking as a malicious aura emitted from Issei, aimed right at him.

"Shut... the fuck up."

Kuisha looked over to her King, wondering why he seems so excited when they're losing. 'Perhaps his exchange with Hyoudou before the match started has him in a good mood? Hm...'

Third Fight

As the replays finished with Azazel providing his analysis, the next dice number was rolled.

"18! Ladies and gentlemen, that is the first ever dice number rolled over 12 in the history of the annual Rating Game Tournament."

Sairaorg cleared his throat. "I choose my seven-piece Pawn Regulus, my Rook Ladora Buné, my Bishop Coriana Andrealphus, and my Knight Liban Crocell."

Loki looked over at Issei and growled, "Don't you dare do it..."

Issei grinned at Loki for a moment. "I shall send unto thee... Bishop of Issei Hyoudou, Kuroka Toujou."

Loki grabbed his hair with both hands in frustration. "HE DID IT AGAIN!" The judges were getting annoyed by sitting next to him.

Kuroka smirked. "Thy loyal servant will do her utmost to uphold thine honor, nya!"

Issei's other peerage members all snickered at this play by play.

They were teleported to the same canyon Mira, Kiba, and Xenovia fought Sairaorg's Rooks in.

Regulus took command of the four-man team. "Careful team, she's a nekoshou, meaning she can use Senjutsu."

Liban shrugged. "She's just one girl."

Ruruko stood up and shouted, "SEXIST ASSHAT!"

Sairaorg frowned. "Looks like I have to trade him, too. Damn! So that's three pieces I'm going to lose!"

Kuisha smiled nervously. "Ahahaha. Well, at least there are plenty of bright young prospects that you have scouted, plus with your connections, you will always get a favorable return."

Regulus looked over at Liban incredulously. "Yeah, and I'm just one small punk, now get your ass in line or I'll spank you myself later AND convince Sairaorg to punish you!"

Suddenly, an ear-piercing clap of thunder frightened them as they saw a bolt of lightning constantly zapping their opponent, or at least that's what it looked like at first. In reality, Kuroka was holding her hand to the sky and letting it all hit her outstretched appendage. When it ended, she shot her hands towards them and unleashed a blinding white flash of lightning.

Zeus' face paled. "T-That's my..."

Athena was astonished. "That's my father's lightning, the most dangerous of them all! How did she learn this?"

Odin chuckled. "My son, Thor, took it upon himself to allow the Sekiryuutei's peerage into a certain restricted section of our castle's library."

"You mean-"

"Yes. She read about it. Physical training increases ones potential, allowing the magically-sensitive to practice magic while learning new ones. Thoughts, Azazel?"

Azazel nodded. "Of course, ones potential is also limited by genetics and what sacred gears one holds. The Sekiryuutei converted his girls into Dragons to limit break them."

The bolt struck Liban who screamed in horror and, you guessed it, pleasure. "AAAAAAAH! THIS HURTS! BUT WHY DOES IT FEEL GOOD?! I'm gonna... I'm gonna... AAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUGHHH!" His clothes all ripped off in that moment.

The men in the crowd turned into hyenas as they rolled around laughing while the women shook their heads, blushing in embarrassment.

Odin managed to hold back his laughter to announce, "Sairaorg's Knight Liban Crocell has retired!"

Regulus clicked his teeth in annoyance. "Tch! Ladora, attack! Coriana, you keep me covered while I transform and promote, then we go help Ladora!"

"Understood!"

Ladora got in close quarters and began throwing heavy, high, easy-to-dodge punches at Kuroka while Coriana stood in front of a transforming Regulus. 24 seconds of dramatic anime transformation later, Regulus stood in his Lion form and promoted to Queen, the two of them now jumping into the play.

Kuroka, who they thought was running away or trying to tire them out, was actually casually dodging them while charging up a large amount of Holy Lightning, Holy Fire, and Senjutsu, wanting to show off. She could have launched such an attack from the very beginning, but she wanted to have a little fun toying with them, casually dodging Ladora's punches, Coriana's ice, and a charging roaring Regulus Nemea.

Suddenly, she pivoted off to the right and then jumped while turning around, lining up all three targets, and firing her attack. A mix of white lightning, white fire, and blue aura of Senjutsu Kasha flew towards them and hit them since it was too fast for them to react. Kuroka slowly skidded to a stop, her shoes digging into the dirt, and then standing up like a badass.

"Sairaorg's Pawn Regulus Nemea, Rook Ladora Buné, and Bishop Coriana Andrealphus have all retired! Kuroka Toujou wins!"

Koneko was amazed at her sister's capabilities. No words could be formulated to express her amazement at what she just saw.

Kuisha was flabbergasted. Every time a fight ended, she looked over to see Sairaorg's smirk widen further and further, now grinning from ear to ear like a child on Christmas Eve, left at home alone by his family traveling on vacation. 'Does he want to battle the Sekiryuutei that bad?'

As the crowd clamored, Loki's eyebrows twitched in annoyance as he angrily muttered, "Okay, we get it, they're powerful. Now shut UP already."

Bahamut looked at him. "What's that, Loki? You don't like democracy, where other people can freely express their opinions, even when you don't like it? No? Oh, well that's too bad!"

Loki's eyes widened in rage as he stood up and screamed. "You! HOW DARE YOU! I AM THE GUEST OF HONOR! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO TREAT ME WITH RESPECT!"

Bahamut channeled an astronomically small amount of his aura, but it was enough to get the Norse God of Mischief to stop talking and tremble in fear. "Be a good little mutt and shut the fuck up. I make the rules around here. You think I care if you're the guest of honor? You think just because you have that meaningless title other than the person chosen to choose who competes in the tournament and when, that you hold some sort of power over me?"

"I... Maybe that wasn't what I meant to say, but-" Loki attempted to back track for the sake of saving face, but the damage was already done.

The sky suddenly darkened and became pitch-black as the giant TV and jumbotron flickered off, the only source of light became Bahamut's glowing golden eyes of fury. "You think darkness is your ally?" He growled every word. "You merely adopted the dark. I was born in it... Molded by it. I didn't see the light until I was already a man. By then, it was nothing to me but BLINDING!" He suddenly shouted as he reappeared in front of Loki, making the terrified deity fall on his ass and crawl backwards.

"I'm sorry! Please forgive me!"

The sky cleared, and everyone was able to breath again. "That's what I thought, pussy. Know that your place is under me. You're an ant." Bahamut cleared his throat as he looked at Odin. "Anyways, continue."

Loki sat down with a click of his tongue, thoroughly embarrassed. gritting his teeth. "Tch!"

Fourth Fight

Odin nodded. "The next number is... 9! Sairaorg is only able to send out his Queen. Would both contestants like a Queen battle?" They nodded. "Excellent!"

Issei stared at Raynare as they both stood up. "Will you be alright?"

She nodded and smiled reassuringly. "I'll be fine. If this is my only battle of the entire tournament, I will make it count. Besides, we already know beforehand what she's capable of."

"Okay. Be careful, my love." Issei kissed Raynare on the forehead, to which she smiled and kissed his lips briefly before walking up to the platform.

This time, the two fighters were transported to a place that made both Issei and Raynare's eyes widen: a park with a fountain.

Issei saw Bahamut's smirk. 'Oh, you sly bastard!' He smiled and shook his head.

Of course, it wasn't an exact copy of Kuoh Park. Bahamut didn't want anyone in Issei's family to be stalked by paparazzi or someone with malicious intent after they find Kuoh Park from the version shown in the fight, so the scenery was changed from what the two experienced on their first date; tall apartment buildings were added in the background to make it look like New York City's Central Park.

Kuisha bowed. "Hello there, Queen of the Sekiryuutei. My name is Ku-" She noticed that Raynare wasn't paying attention, a tick mark making its way onto her forehead. "HEY! I'M TRYING TO TALK TO YOU!"

Raynare snapped out of her daydream. "Huh?!"

"I was trying to introduce myself to you! Why weren't you listening?!"

"Oh, I'm sorry." Raynare smiled and chuckled sheepishly. "It's just that this place is similar to a park my King and I agreed to go to when we finished our first date. I was lost down memory lane."

Kuisha's frustration and glare subsided, a blush making its way onto her face. "O-Oh. I see. Sorry for yelling at you."

Raynare shook her head. "Don't be. Anyway, my name is Raynare Hyoudou, the first girlfriend and Queen of my Issei." She proudly stated the fact.

Her other nine peers plus two non-peerage girls in the audience frowned. 'You don't need to rub it in that you were the first before any of us.'

Kuisha nodded. "Nice to meet you. My name is Kuisha Abaddon, Queen of the young Devil that many call a stud for his age, Sairaorg Bael, also my boyfriend."

Sairaraorg covered his face. "Agh. Y-You didn't need to publicly announce our relationship, Kuisha..."

The crowd reacted in various ways.

"EHHHHHHH?!"

"I knew they were together!"

"No! Now Sairaorg-sama will never notice me!"

"Senpai! I must kill for Senpai!"

"Yandere-chan, calm down!"

Raynare unfurled sixteen Draconic wings, much to everyone shock except for Issei's peerage and the trainers. The wings held the same appearance as her Fallen Angel wings, only that they have several small green gems embedded in them to signify that she belongs to Issei. "Well then... Let's fight!"

She floated as she jumped backwards and performed her spell, Blinding Justice, which summoned several dozens of pink light spears hundreds of feet above both of them, all while gathering Holy Lightning infused with Senjutsu in one hand and Holy Fire infused with Senjutsu in the other before unleashing them in one massive volley.

"Pink light spears?" Arisu asked, surprised. "I thought her light magic was light blue!"

Issei clarified, "Well, pink is the color that represents the most powerful light magic any female Fallen Angel would be lucky enough to perform. Very few are actually able to use them. For her, it's the next step in her evolution."

Ravel furrowed her eyebrows. "Why pink, though?"

"Because Fallen Angels like to paaartay, if you know what I mean." He winked at Ravel.

They blushed.

Vali nodded to himself. "I see. Pink is like the Los Santos strip club, so that makes sense."

Gabriel tilted her head innocently. "What's a strip club?"

He coughed. "It's... It's a place like a brothel but without the sex and with more public nudity and erotic dancing to music. It has to do with Raynare since she used to be a Fallen Angel."

"Oh, I see..."

Sona sweatdropped. "Too much detail!"

Kuisha was shocked. She knew the Queen of the Sekiryuutei wouldn't fuck around, but she wasn't expecting this level of power. 'Crap! She is more than worthy to have her own peerage! Actually, almost all of the Sekiryuutei's pieces are!'

She quickly summoned Hole, the black holes appearing mere milliseconds before the attacks could hit her, sucking them away.

Seeing this, Raynare knew what was going to happen next, so she reacted quickly by teleporting away from the reverse black holes appearing around her.

Kuisha's eyes widened. 'What?! Where is-'

Her train of thought was cut off when Raynare grabbed her arms and restrained them behind her back with her left arm while using her right arm to put the Queen into a choke hold.

Vali smirked at this, knowing what's about to happen. "Ha ha! Well, that's a rather sticky situation for Sairaorg's Queen."

Raynare frowned. "Sorry about this Uno reverse reverse card, but I have to do this."

Kuisha tried to thrash around in her hold. "No! Let me go!"

Raynare flared her full aura, causing Kuisha to weaken, her body temperature fluctuating at uncomfortable levels, making her flailing to slowly cease.

Grayfia's eyes widened. "It seems that I am no longer the Strongest Queen. Even if I am among Devils, the Sekiryuutei's Queen has surpassed me."

The spectators shouted, "EHHHHH?!"

Raynare's attacks that were supposed to be redirected on herself were flying towards her because the reverse black holes sensed her, yes, but the problem for Kuisha is that she's being used as a shield.

As the spears, fire, and lightning made it to Raynare's position, she teleported far away at the last second to see the opposing Queen getting skewered.

Kuisha was in a world of pain, her eyes wide. 'Did she at least get hit, too?' As she fell in mid-air, she turned her head to look at Raynare without a scratch and far out of the gravitational reach of the reverse black holes. 'Fuck.' She closed her eyes, but she never hit the ground as Raynare gently set her down respectfully using Senjutsu.

"Sairaorg's Queen Kuisha Abaddon has retired! Raynare Hyoudou wins!"

"YES!" Issei let out a very audible cheer as the others also clapped.

Murayama pouted. "Hey now, how come you never cheer like that when the rest of us win?"

He smiled sheepishly. "Haha. Sorry, sorry. It's just that you can't blame me when it's my number one girl we're talking about here."

Arisu cleared her throat and glared at him.

"N-Number one in terms of everything not related to fighting. Of course, while Raynare is my 2nd best fighter, Arisu is my secret weapon."

The Princess smirked. "You're goddamn right."

As Raynare teleported back, she was met by thunderous applause and cheers, but above all, the cheers of her mother.

"YAHOO! GO RAYE!" Gabriel shouted.

Raynare chuckled nervously. As she made her way down to her peerage, Issei enveloped her in a hug.

"Idiot! You put yourself in a danger-close situation!"

"S-Sorry, but that was my plan."

"It's fine. But seriously, that was actually pretty awesome! Nice work!"

She giggled as Issei proceeded to bombard her with kisses, much to her embarrassment. "Dummy..."

"Alright, every single piece of Sairaorg's has been taken care of, but this has been a very short match that has lasted only 20 minutes thus far, so we will be back after this commercial break for the final fight. Stay tuned!"

The audience discussed the match among themselves.

"Hey, why do you think the Sekiryuutei's peerage is trying much harder this time?"

"Maybe it's to send a message to the Khaos Brigade."

"Obviously because they're scared of the Bael. I bet a great Devil like me would destroy those Dragons in a fight," Diodora claimed with a smirk.

"You're an idiot! Have you not realized that such comments can get you scarred for life by Bahamut or eaten by Ophis?!"

"I heard Great Red punishes people by forcing them to ride on top of him as he does a bunch of crazy tricks in his Dragon form, making them throw up."

Diodora scoffed. "Suuuure. As if those lowly Dragons could ever touch this."

Great Red and Ophis, who heard this, exchanged looks.

'We need to keep an eye on that Devil.'

'Or I could just consume him.'

'Ophis...'

She sighed. 'Fiiiine. We'll be cautious, then.'

Great Red smiled and kissed her head. 'Good girl!' He pet her, making his wife purr much to the amusement of the other trainers around them.

Fifth and Final Fight

"And we're back! It is time for the final fight between Sairaorg and whoever Issei Hyoudou chooses to send up. He himself can go, and it appears that is exactly what's going to happen. Any thoughts, Azazel?"

"I think this will be the most interesting King vs King fight of the tournament thus far, if I'm being honest."

Both Issei and Sairaorg were teleported to massive version of the Roman Colosseum.

"Issei Hyoudou, let me start by apologizing on behalf of my cousin, Rias Gremory." In the audience, Rias' eyes widened as Sairaorg continued. "I had no idea that the circumstances of your resurrection into her household were so terrible that she would allow you to die. Please forgive-"

Issei raised a hand. "No. You must not apologize on her behalf. Do I despise her? Absolutely, and I will never forgive her, but it wasn't your fault. It's quite pathetic that she would need other people to apologize for her wrongdoings."

Sairaorg nodded. "I must also thank you."

"Hm? For what?"

"For killing my father, Zekram Bael. He was the head of the elders, the group of nobles whom you annihilated."

Issei was confused. "I don't understand. Shouldn't you hate me, then?"

"No. Rather, I'm very grateful. It was because of that old man and a few other now deceased Bael clan members that my mother and I lived terrible lives. Even though I am a High Class Devil, it is widely known in the Underworld that I did not have an easy life."

Flashback With Sairaorg Narrating

"My father was Zekram Bael, the younger half-brother of Venelana Gremory, making me Rias Gremory's cousin. At the age of 4, I, alongside my mother, Misla Bael, were kicked out of the Bael estate for supposedly being of no use to the Bael family. They thought that just because my Power of Destruction never manifested itself by that age, that I couldn't be used as a tool to them. Zekram didn't let anyone take us in.

We were homeless, and it was hell for us. There were so many days that I remember sleeping in my mother's arms in alleyways, trying to find shelter from the frequent, harshly cold rain. That's one thing I remember about my childhood more than anything, the rain, because it rained almost all year long every year where we ended up far from the estate, so I ended up hating rain. That, and the rats; how they'd come running towards us when they got hungry, gnawing at us, only to run away when they realize that we're alive.

One day, my mother came down with a terrible illness. She told to me to go find a doctor, which is what I did."

A/N: I wrote the above three paragraphs without looking at Misla Bael's wiki, so my version of Sairaorg's story accidentally ended up being very similar to canon without me knowing lol. Power of Destruction is such a lame name for a power, so I will sometimes refer to it as Destruction.

A young six year old Sairaorg frantically runs to the location his mother told him about a few blocks away. He burst into the door, breathing heavy, startling the nurses inside.

A nurse spoke. "Y-Young man?! Are you okay?! You're soaking wet!"

"F-Forget about... me! My... My mother is sick! She can't move! Please help her!"

Sairaorg continued narrating. "I took them back to my mother, and they admitted her to their hospital. Thankfully, they had a kind young doctor who earned a PhD in medicinal magic. He told me that my mother had a terrible pneumonia, and that unfortunately, because my mother has a weak immune system, she will take a long time to recover. The doctor, who was married and had two kids, could have been spending his time with his family, but instead, he spent it comforting me as I sat by my mother, watching her struggle to breathe. Once my mother's condition was stabalized, the doctor took me in and let me temporarily live with his family. She stayed in the hospital for almost four years and was released shortly before my 10th birthday.

I then slowly made a name for myself. I felt indebted to the townspeople, who gave us a free roof over our heads, so I wanted to help out. While my mother looked over me as I grew older, she eventually stopped supervising me after she slowly came to trust the locals who were all really good to me, and she got a job as an Elementary school teacher. I did hard manual labor working as a miner, a lumberjack, and eventually, a magician who kills infestations of dangerous beasts inside the town. That's how I got my Power of Destruction by the age of 14, which Sirzechs sensed, so he offered me a position as a High Class Devil, which I gladly accepted."

Flashback End

"Since then, my mother has supported me. She is in the audience right now, watching my every match," Sairaorg finished with his eyes half-lidded, a proud smirk on his face.

For the audience, a second camera showed on the giant screen as well as in the sky for the two contestants, capturing a beautiful woman with brown hair tied into a side ponytail draped over her left shoulder and dark purple eyes. The audience, mainly most of the Devils save for the few who didn't appreciate Sairaorg thanking Issei for murdering the elders, erupted into applause. Misla clapped too, not for herself, but rather for her son as tears of joy streamed down her cheeks.

Sairaorg opened his eyes. "That's why I-"

"THAT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL!" Issei was sobbing comedically.

Vali chuckled. "He has turned into Koro-sensei."

Sairaorg was thrown off. "W--Why are you crying?!"

"SORRY, I'M JUST SO TOUCHED TO HEAR HOW DEVOTED YOU AND YOUR MOTHER ARE TO EACH OTHER! How tragic for a mother and child to be kicked out of their own home! Uh huhuhu!" Issei stopped crying and blew his nose with a tissue that he then destroyed with fire.

Issei turned serious. "Anyway, I'm happy to know that I helped you and your mother out. For all of the other Devil children out there, you are a shining beacon of hope, strength, and resilience. You have earned my respect, and for two reasons, I am going to go all out in this fight without using my Boosted Gear.

The first reason is because you have earned this fight and my respect, so you will get my 100%."

Sairaorg grinned at this. "Excellent!"

"The second reason is to show those Khaos Brigade chickens why they should never fuck with me again. I will demonstrate my full power to them in my base form!" Issei began shouting. "Let's not worry about them and have fun! Let's not worry what some shitty High Class wannabe douchebags think! RIGHT NOW, IT'S JUST YOU AND ME, SAIRAORG, SO LET'S DESTROY SOME SHIT AND FIGHT LIKE REAL WARRIORS IN THE BATTLEFIELD!"

They could hear the audio of the audience cheering louder than they ever have.

Sairaorg returned Issei's battle-crazed smile and said, "Then let's begin!"

Both fighters stood back and simultaneously charged up Senjutsu, coating their bodies in Touki, their auras exploding outwards to their fullest, startling those who made enemies with Issei and those who underestimated him.

Loki trembled, sweat dripping down his chin. 'This aura... It reminds me of the burst of power I felt while the Sekiryuutei was training! Have I made enemies with the wrong person?'

Great Red's eyes widened a little. "This... This is his full aura?! Hot damn, son! Bahamut really whipped his magic into shape!"

Ophis was also mildly surprised. "... Issei, is now stronger than almost everyone in this stadium combined."

The crowd heard this. "EHHHHHH?!"

Sona's glasses nearly fell off her face. "This entire time..."

"Issei was holding back?" Sirzechs was in shock, voicing the same thoughts as Sona.

Bahamut chuckled into the microphone in front of him. "The only ones who could beat Issei in a fight are the Doom Slayer and I. Even then, he would still pose a significant challenge, but he is worthy. Someday, he may succeed me as the new Dragon God King."

The crowd shouted again. "EHHHHH?!"

Vali muttered, "All this time, as you people monologue, now the fight starts after all that? How cliche."

Sairaorg was the first to attack, firing a really fast ball of Destruction, but Issei simply cut it in half, sending one half into a section of seats in the Colosseum, destroying them with an explosion while the other half flew towards the sky and never came back. He then decided to fire a massive ball of water at Issei, but when the attack hit, Issei absorbed it in his hands, forcing the ball to compress smaller and smaller until suddenly...

"Haaaaah!" Issei war cried as he threw his arms forward, causing Hurricane force winds to hit Sairaorg, who closed his eyes, wincing as he dug his feet into the ground.

Sairaorg refused to budge. 'He turned the water into air! Unbelievable! Issei is so talented, and this is only making me want to fight him even more!'

When the attack subsided, Sairaorg lifted Issei up with his hands in a grabbing motion from afar, using Kasha, levitating him. However, Issei roared mightily as he threw his arms to the side and broke out of the telekinetic hold, unleashing a powerful shockwave.

Kuroka was shocked. "Sairaorg can use Kasha!"

Rossweisse rose an eyebrow. "It seems so. Why? Is that a big deal?"

Kuroka looked at her like she's crazy. "Of course it is! I thought only you guys as well as a very rare few users of Senjutsu could use it, but I was not expecting to see one here since it is a technique almost entirely exclusive to Youkai."

Tsubasa nodded. "He's obviously very talented. It's no wonder he's the strongest young Devil."

Akeno tilted her head. "Ara ara, but can he match Issei?"

Issei expanded a large blue ball of fire before firing it at Sairaorg, who caught the attack in his hands before compressing it into his hands and sending it back to Issei, who merely made the flames disappear with a wave of his hands as they flew upwards, a loud explosion resonating from the expanding air, shaking the ground, causing a small Earthquake, but one that they both felt.

Sona was befuddled. "I know Issei said he went to train, but I wasn't expecting this..."

Mira blushed as she felt Issei's aura hit her, making her moan and rub her thighs together. "Aaaaahn! This power... No~" All of the females present ages 15+ reacted the same way.

The Sekiryuutei took advantage of the Earthquake and used his Earth magic to make several sections of the ground rise, making Sairaorg lose his balance as he fell onto another platform on his left that began rising.

Issei charged forward. 'To end this, I must fight him up close!'

Sairaorg's eyes widen when he saw Issei gathering his own aura in his hands, the pearly green color covering his arms and legs. 'He's using Chakra to boost his attacks! In that case, I'll do the same!' Sairaorg's red-black aura covered the same areas.

When their fists met, the ground disappeared entirely underneath them as most of the colosseum collapsed, leaving nothing but a void of space rock below as if they were in a videogame and the map broke, billions of visible stars spanning the area behind them.

Azazel was shocked. "They tore a hole in the fabric of space. At this rate, if they keep it up, they might just destroy that dimension and lose themselves in the process..."

Raynare and the girls trembled in fear, not wanting to lose Issei. "Azazel, if that is about to happen, aren't you able to pull them out?"

He scratched his goatee. "I can't. The only one who can is Bahamut."

Bahamut smirked, not bothered by their glares. "In order to keep the tournament going, this fight must see a winner."

They looked at the Dragon God King with glares except Arisu.

"Dad..." Arisu softly said.

Meanwhile, Issei and Sairaorg traded magic-infused blows back and forth at insane speeds, but Issei was winning by a tad.

"The power of the sun in the palm of my hand!" Sairaorg shouted as he created a star and threw it at a surprised Issei. Seeing Issei catch it but struggle to hold its weight, Sairaorg flew towards him with his leg raised up, intending to kick him from above.

Issei saw his idea, so he mustered all of his physical strength and tossed the ball of gas aside, sending it zooming into the void at the speed of light. He jumped upwards to dodge Sairaorg and flew down towards him, landing a solid kick on his face, sending him flying backwards uncontrollably.

The Red Dragon Emperor chased after him and repeatedly punched him over and over as they zoomed through space, but Sairaorg regained control and grabbed him by the lower torso in a tight hug, spun him around at a fast rate, and tossed him away while chasing after him to attack again.

Issei was dizzy for a moment, but then he had an idea. Recollecting himself, he stopped the Bael heir in his tracks using Angelic Lightning, the golden bolts causing the Bael to scream in pain. 'Using Zeus Lightning will end him too quickly, so that will not be necessary.'

He threw his hands upwards and unleashed a massive shockwave of blue aura, traveling all around them, passing through Sairaorg harmlessly as it literally shattered the void, causing cracks to appear throughout space. Then, he used illusion magic to make copies of himself to attack Sairaorg, who engaged in hand-to-hand combat against the illusions, already tired enough as is.

Arisu had enough. "Dad, please! If that dimension is about to break, then-"

Bahamut silenced his daughter with a raise of his hand. "Watch closely. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised to see that this is part of Issei's attack strategy. Yes, he damaged the dimension, but only half of it."

"Half?"

"Yes. The other half-"

Issei roared, "is the colosseum!"

Sairaorg, no longer fighting the illusions, was flying, trying to catch up to Issei as both tried to get back to the area where the fight started. "I see. You really are something- Oh crap! Issei, Look out!"

Both began dodging as billions of stars fell towards them, all of them going supernova and exploding. Some detonated above them, some below. They booked it and flew as fast as they could.

"Why is this happening?! And why can't we teleport back to where our fight started?!" Issei shouted.

"Probably because you tried to destroy space!" Sairaorg replied.

The scorching hot flames of nature pursued the two, and they could feel it right behind them.

"HAaaaaaaauuuuuurrrrrghhhHHHHH!!!" They both shouted as they flew as fast as they could. For the audience, the camera was right in front of Issei as it turned a blinding white.

"ISSEI!" All eleven of his harem girls screamed.

At the last second, they passed the last standing wall of the colosseum, and immediately after doing so, Issei erected Revelation Barrier, the loud explosions and fire of the stars kept out from their half of the dimension.

The girls cheered while Raynare sighed a breath of relief, placing a hand on the bump on her stomach.

Sairaorg collapsed onto his back, panting hard much like Issei except he was losing consciousness. "That took too much out of me. Looks like you win, Issei. Good game, brother."

Issei smiled. "Good game to you as well... Sai... You put up a hell of a fight. As a reward for your efforts, I hope the Devils give you a badass title, like 'The Fresh Prince of Bael-Heir' or something."

Vali shook his head with a snicker, smirking. "Even at these kind of moments, Issei is still making jokes."

Tomoe looked at him, confused. "Is that a bad thing?"

"No. It's one of the many reasons why he's my friend. I mean, there's no denying how amusing he is."

Sairaorg grinned as he closed his eyes. "Thank you... my first ever friend."

"Sairaorg Bael has retired! Issei Hyoudou is the winner and will be facing Atlas to decide who goes to the Finals!"

As the crowd cheered, a notification appeared in front of Issei: 'Seeing that you are also capable of fighting honorably, your reputation has increased among the male Angels who were uncertain of you before.'

. . . . . . .

After the match ended, the group teleported straight to Vali's room, not wanting to deal with the media this time. Sona and Mira were there too, of course.

Tannin and Gabriel burst into the room. "Issei!"

"What?"

Gabriel smiled cheerfully. "At the top floor of this hotel is a five star restaurant. I was hoping to take you and Raye there."

Tannin glared at her. "Hey, no fair! I wanted to hang out with my grandson!"

Ravel shyly voiced her opinion, garnering everyone's attention. "Um... Why don't we draw sticks? That way the person with the longest stick gets to have dinner with Issei."

Vali reclined backwards, his hands in his hair. "I'm not participating, so all of you can have at it."

Issei sighed. "Fine, but only one person between Raynare and Gabriel gets to draw since both of you drawing would be unfair because both of you want to hang out with me."

Gabriel nodded. "Humu. Then I'll let Raye draw. Go win for us!" She showed Raynare a thumbs up and a wink, making her sweatdrop. "Also, Issei chooses the person holding the sticks."

Everyone looked at him, making him nervous. "Eh? Well... Then I think it's only fair that Ravel holds the sticks since she suggested the idea."

Ravel nodded. "Understood."

They all proceeded to draw sticks and compare lengths.

Kuroka bragged to Akeno. "Ah ha! Looks like yours is smaller, nya. That means you're unable to satisfy meowster with that tiny stick, nya."

Akeno pouted. "I wanted to make that dirty joke..."

Tannin was disqualified for cheating. Issei caught him trying to use magic to find the longer straws. He proceeded to sulk in a corner. "But I wanted to hang out with Issei..."

Issei sighed. "That leaves you eleven girls participating."

First one out is Raynare with the shortest stick. The longer sticks went in this order:

Irina.

Ravel.

Murayama.

Akeno.

Kuroka.

Arisu.

Sona.

Mira.

Tsubasa. She was disappointed alongside Sona and Mira that they were so close to winning. A chance to have Issei all to themselves got them very excited, so they were quite disappointed. "What a let down..." She mumbled.

And lastly, the winner...

Rossweisse.

Everybody looked at her in amazement.

Issei grinned at her. "Looks like we're going on a date, Rossweisse."

She was a little flustered but happy. "E-Eh?! R-Right. Be sure to dress up."

. . . . . . .

An hour later, Issei was wearing a suit that consisted of a red undershirt, black coat with matching black pants and dress shoes, and an amethyst tie with violet and pink stripes. As he made his way to Rossweisse's room, he chuckled to himself since Raynare picked his tie.

'Raye is obsessed with purple!'

('How so?')

'Well, pretty much everything she owns is purple. Purple dress, purple everyday clothes, purple purse, purple socks, purple tooth brush, etc. Even when she first moved in with me, she renovated so that some of the chairs in my house are purple.'

|'I haven't known her for as long as you or Ddraig. What kind of person is she?'|

'Well, she's brave, kind, intelligent, can cook, obeys every order I give her, is willing to lead my peerage in my absence, and rarely gets stressed out. What makes me happy is that she prioritizes me over anything or anyone.'

|'I can tell. She loves you to death.'|

'Yeah... So do I. Anyway, I'm on a date with a different girl, so I gotta focus on said girl. Rossweisse won't be happy if I'm thinking of someone else when we go out.'

Issei knocked on Rossweisse's door. He heard running inside as well as a few crashing sounds, making him sweatdrop, knowing the girl is scrambling to finish preparations. He contemplated opening the door and checking on her, knowing how clumsy she is, but finally, the door opened.

Rossweisse blushed seeing his eyes widen when she shyly stepped out. "How do I look?" She wore a thin, black dress that showed plenty of her cleavage and thighs, tightly hugging her body, displaying her curvy figure.

Issei picked his jaw up from the floor and coughed. "You look gorgeous! It's perfect attire for where we're headed."

She let out a sigh of relief and smiled. "Really? That's good to hear. You look very handsome, too." Taking one of his arms, the two took an elevator as they chatted, making their way to the restaurant.

Inside, the place wasn't super huge, but it was definitely above the average size of a restaurant, making it obvious that it's a five star location. A pleasant aroma filled the air with soft classical music playing in the background. No other customers were present, much to the content of Issei and Rossweisse, and the two took a seat by a window that overlooked the massive stadium and parts of the outside city.

A Devil waitress with her dark hair tied in a ponytail smiled kindly as she took their orders. "Greetings Sekiryuutei-sama, Rossweisse-sama. What may I get for you to drink and for appetizers?"

Issei shook his head as he smiled apologetically. "Ah, I would prefer to skip the appetizer or else I won't be able to finish my meal. Sorry about that. I don't mean to be rude."

The waitress blushed a little and shook her head. "It's no problem!"

Issei ordered ice water. For the food, he wanted to try something new, something he wouldn't normally be able to eat in Japan, so he ordered cheese enchiladas with spicy rice and black beans.

Rossweisse ordered a glass of wine, in the mood for alcohol but nothing strong, as well as a strange French cuisine that neither of them had any idea how to pronounce, having never eaten it before.

They both ordered salad.

Dinner flew by as the two occasionally talked about the food. It wasn't awkward, but they usually kept quiet while eating to avoid choking. Once they finished eating, they began conversing about each other's hobbies and future aspirations.

"Tell me about yourself, Rossweisse."

She occasionally took a sip from her wine. "What do you want to know?"

"Well, if you could live a normal life, what would you want to be?"

"Hm... It's kind of embarrassing, but I have always wanted to be a house wife. Having a stay-at-home job is something I have always wanted. Do you think that's stupid?"

Issei shook his head. "No, not at all. A stay-at-home job sounds wonderful."

"What about you, Issei? What do you want to become?"

"Well, it's pretty hard for me to imagine a normal life outside this crazy supernatural business, so I'm not sure about my career after school, but I've always wanted a family of my own."

"A family of your own?"

"Yeah, you know, a wife, or in my case, multiple wives as well as at least a few kids."

She blushed. "I see. Someday, w-would you like to have kids with me?"

"Of course I would! I love you."

Rossweisse leaned across the table and suddenly kissed Issei on the lips. "In that case, Issei, I want you..."

"W-What?! Hold on! At least let me pay for the food!"

Timeskip A Few Minutes

LEMON WARNING

The two teleported back to Rossweisse's room and eagerly kissed as Issei carried her to her bed. They eagerly shed their clothing as they wriggled on the bed together with Issei on top.

He furiously groped her large breasts, taking them in his mouth, earning her moans. They were bigger than Irina and the other more petite girls, but they still didn't compare to Arisu, Akeno, or Raynare. That didn't make them any less attractive, because to Issei, every girl in his harem is extremely beautiful.

'Some more than others, such as Raynare and Arisu, but still... I love them all.'

"Rossweisse," He spoke softly. "Are you ready?" He rubbed his erection against her womanhood, making her moan.

"Yes! Take me, Issei. I don't care how you do it, gentle or rough, just don't use a condom or any protection. I want to feel everything."

Her words made him harder and spurred him on. Without another word, he lined himself up and buried himself to the base of his shaft inside her, making them both cry out.

"OH! Issei!"

"Agh! Fuck. You're so tight, Rossweisse!"

Issei, still on top of her, grabbed her sexy hips and pounded her pussy as hard and as fast as he could. A loud slapping sound emanated whenever the base of his shaft met her wet skin. "Argh! My cock is reaching your womb."

"HAAAHN! YOU'RE SO BIG!"

"R-Rossweisse, I..." He began breathing heavy.

She nodded. "Yes, cum inside me! Cum inside me, Issei!"

"ROSSWEISSE!"

"ISSEI! AHHHHHN!"

Burying himself as deep inside her as possible, his twitching penis exploded, the hot semen flooding her womb as their faces contorted in ecstasy.

LEMON END

Issei collapsed and lay next to her for a few minutes before the two of them took a shower together and headed back to Issei's room, deciding that it was Rossweisse's turn to share Issei with Raynare for the night.

As the two got ready for bed and then cuddled on the blanket, Issei noticed Raynare fiddling with something. "Raye, what's wrong?"

Raynare hummed. "Hm. I'm not sure. My watch appears to not be working anymore. Oh, whatever. I'll deal with that some other time." She set the watch on her nightstand and turned off the lamp before resting her head on Issei's chest, mirroring Rossweisse. "Good night."

"Good night." Issei kissed the two.

As they slept, the watch on Raynare's nightstand, a small yet beautiful feminine design with a dark metallic purple color as well as small black diamonds in between each link, kept ticking as the second hand kept moving forward then backwards between 3 and 4 seconds, the time stuck at 11:00 AM.

To Be Continued

References:

(86) Spider-Man 2

(87) Spider-Man 3

(88) SpongeBob

(89) Michael Jordan meme

Issei's Harem From Peerage (same as peerage members, most to least powerful):

Issei Hyoudou (Mutated King)

Arisu Yamauchi (OC, Six Mutated Pawn Pieces)

Raynare (Main Girl, Queen)

Akeno Himejima (Knight)

Kuroka Toujou (Bishop)

Irina Shidou (Rook)

Rossweisse (Rook)

Ravel Phenex (Bishop)

Natsuki Murayama (Two Pawns)

Tsubasa Yura (Knight)

Non-Peerage Harem Girls:

OC yet to be introduced

Sona Sitri

Mira