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The street was quiet outside the small single-story house. The buzz of a flickering streetlamp, the only noise disturbing the calm.

"I smell blood," Koneko says. It looks like I was right. I honestly wasn't sure, but it was too coincidental that the summons came exactly then. Not that I think there is some grand conspiracy within the world or something. No, it's more likely this was set up by those who crazy glued the pieces of this world together.

I've already fucked with the story's plot several times. How often can they force the situation back in line? Or maybe they aren't doing it at all, and it's the story's natural state trying to reassert itself. Maybe I need to completely shatter the world's story to allow the world to develop itself naturally.

I guess we'll find out.

'Sora,' I think to the grimoire.

'Yes, master?'

'Is there a limitation on how far away from me you can get?'

'No, master. Why do you ask?'

'I need you to do something for me. I need to prepare for a few contingencies. Are you up for it?'

'Of course, Master.'

I explain my plan and make sure she can manage the parts I need her to, and she bursts out laughing. 'Hahaha. Master, you really are a pervert, but will you be alright here without me?'

'Of course. Can you head there directly, or do you need me to ask Akeno to send you?'

'I can manage,' she says, and the book on my hip disappears.

"Hmm?" Akeno looks down at where the book once was. "What was that?"

"Just some precautions for the future. Nothing to worry about," I say.

"Ara, aren't you mysterious," she says.

"Yes, mysterious and powerful, and my mystery is only exceeded by my power, and my power is only exceeded by my mystery," I reply dryly. I wink at her. "Koneko and I will go in to deal with the exorcist. Akeno, there is a young excommunicated nun that's probably out here creating a ward or something. If you could do me a favor and keep her safe and out of the line of fire, that would be best."

"Isn't she an enemy?" she asks.

"No. She's an innocent that has no idea what's happening right now. She's been told she is here to help people. Actually, she's the one I was thinking about for your other bishop piece. She has the Twilight Healing Sacred Gear that allows her to heal anyone regardless of origin. Even dark beings like vampires, devils, and demons. It would be handy for your peerage to have her."

Akeno has her eyebrows raised, and Koneko... well, she just looks like she usually does. Adorable and impassive.

"Shall we go?" I ask as the Boosted Gear forms over my hand and forearm. BOOST.

Koneko and I arrive at the door to find it unlocked. Koneko frowns. I look at her. "you know what we're going to find, right?"

"Un."

"Are you alright with this?"

"Un," she grunts and nods.

"Alright, let's go have a conversation with a nutjob."

We walk in, and I play up the lines. "Hello. I'm the devil sent her by Lady Gremory. Is there a solicitor in the house? I'm coming in."

We advance to a room a little light is streaming from. I keep Koneko hidden behind me and look around. I'm acting rudely since I left my shoes on, unlike the original Issei, because I don't want my sock soaked in the blood pooling on the floor.

The mutilated corpse of the client has been dragged to the side and left in the shadows of the room. Gross. This asshole is just such a waste of flesh. That's why I wanted Akeno to keep Asia out of here. I don't think she needs to see this mess. I don't even like Koneko seeing this mess, but she's seen 'worse,' I think.

"The wicked must be punished..." a creepy voice says from the couch as he leans back to look over his shoulder, a deranged look on his face. "To quote the words of a holy man."

Obviously, that holy man was talking about this douchebag. He gets up and circles the couch to face me.

"Well, well, if it isn't a little devil," he says, bowing from the waist presenting his head to me. "My name is Freed S-"

Splat!

I'd been using 'Boost' every ten seconds since I'd activated the Boosted Gear outside. That was about two minutes ago. That's thirteen uses of 'Boost,' give or take. 'Boost' doubles the strength of your attack, and I already am stronger than any normal human by a significant margin even before a single 'Boost.' Freed serves no purpose for me, and I have no interest in listening to his deranged ramblings. So, when he got close and presented his head as such a tempting target... I clapped.

The only reason I waited as long as I did was to confirm some information I had Sage gather. I figured that the commonalities are probably easier to integrate between these two seemingly dominant worlds that made up the majority of what I've seen in this life. Plot points like cloning individuals to create supersoldiers seems a no-brainer, and that's exactly what we have here. Freed was a clone. I'm sure in the future, when I see Shiba, he'll be a clone as well, just like in the anime.

I look back over my shoulder at Koneko. "It's a little messy. You may not want to come in."

"I'm fine."

"Okay. I'm going to find a bathroom and scrape some of the blood, bone, and brain off my face and hands. Can you contact Rias to have her send someone to clean this up?"

"Un."

I walk around and find a bathroom to wash up in and think about the other things Sage found. Most notably, and initially suspected Corrupted Energy. It was almost trace amounts but still present. Was it a byproduct of the process to clone them? Did they get the tech from the Naberius? Or was it the other way around? Maybe I'll know more when I see Shiba. He's the one that used the Corrupted Energy to such an extent in the Testament series.

"Issei?" Koneko calls out.

"Yeah?"

"Several fallen angels are reportedly coming this way. We should go."

"Oh? Well, that's convenient. Go ahead and meet up with Akeno and keep the nun hidden. I'll be right out."

She pauses for a moment. "Un."

BOOST

I walk back to the living room that no one is living in and interrogate the dead taking Freed's light sword and exorcist's gun. I take a seat on a couch that isn't covered in gore and wait for the fallen angels to arrive. I'm confident that I know who they are, and if I'm wrong, I could always run away if need be.

A moment later, the room fills with waves of undulating blue light, and space warps.

"I swear, Kalawarna," a familiar voice says as Raynare, Mittelt, and Kalawarna step across space into the room. "If Sellzen has laid a single finger on that girl, I will feed his heart to you. I need her safe and well."

"I don't get why you two are so nervous about this, Raynare. As long as he doesn't kill her, we can still get her Sacred Gear," says Kalawarna, the tall, buxom woman with long, dark blue hair. "She'll just be a little more traumatized. We can use that to keep her quiet."

Mittelt and Raynare look at each other nervously. Kalawarna shakes her head and steps forward, almost tripping over Freed's headless corpse. Looking down, she seems surprised. Like what she's seeing is illogical. "W-what happened to him?" she says rhetorically.

"I crushed his head, so I wouldn't have to hear his inane insane rantings," I say from the couch. The three of them jerk their gazes towards me, but while Kalawarna looks wary, the other two look like they just saw a ghost. I feel like this is exaggerated. I'm not that scary. Is the new Master-Slave Pact that bad? I don't want to have to Edit it again.

"Who are you?" Kalawarna says.

I wave my hand dismissively. "We'll get to that. First though. Girls? If you'd please."

"Wha-" Kalawarna tries to say but is tackled to the ground, and her arms are locked behind her back. I get up and walk over to the three fallen angels. I hear Raynare whisper, "Just be smart and submit. I'm not kidding. I'm already stronger than you, and it's only been a few days. That's what we wanted, isn't it? If you screw this up, I'll kill you myself."

"Hey, now," I say. "There will be no killing. Remember, I'm not changing your fates just so that you can die in some other way."

I squat down in front of the restrained angel, and Mittelt grabs her hair and pulls back hard, straining Kalawarna's neck so that her face is pointed at me. I look at the little blond loli. "Mittelt, sweetie, curb your sadistic tendencies, please. We're all friends here. Isn't that right, Yuuma?"

"Yes, of course, master," Raynare says.

I look down at Kalawarna's face. "Now, Miss Kalawarna, I hope you understand the situation and will comply with my requests. So, a simple yes or no. Will you submit?"

"I would rather-" she starts, and I cover her mouth with my hand and roll my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I've heard this before. 'I'd rather die than submit to a human,'" I mock. "What is it with you fallen angels and this cliche? This arrogance is going to get your entire species wiped off the planet. It's wasteful, and I'm done with it. It's such kiddie pool bull shit. Grow up. Do you want to become strong enough to survive when the big kids come over to kick your sandcastle down? Or do you want to be eliminated by the first Devil princess that you cross? 'Cause, let me tell you, that's how you would die if I didn't give you this chance. Now I can force this down your throat, or you can accept it. Ask Raynare about me forcing things down her throat."

Raynare turns bright red, and Mittelt snorts.

"Now, I'm going to ask you to do two things when I remove my hand. After you say yes to my question, I will give you instructions, and you will do it without hesitating. If you hesitate, the consequences will be severe, and I don't have time to deal with them right now, so your suffering will be greatly prolonged. Blink once if you understand."

She blinks. "Good. I will ask again and then pull my hand away. Do you, Kalawarna of the Grigori, submit to me Issei Toujou?"

I pull my hand away. "Yes," she says with a glacial expression.

I smile. "Perfect."

I create a new Master-Slave Pact on Kalawarna, and the sigil on my hand begins to glow. "Now Kalawarna, I need you to kiss this sigil to seal the pact. I should warn you; the pact has been formed based on succubus magic, which affects the curse that will trigger if you don't seal the pact in time. This is the first submission," I say and hold out my hand.

"Don't hesitate, or you'll regret it," Mittelt says, and she and Raynare release their grip on Kalawarna.

Well, she didn't hesitate, but she still regrets it. Instead of the smart thing, which would be to kiss the damn sigil and get this over with, Kalawarna decided on the same route as Raynare did and tried to summon a light lance. Big mistake.

I wish I had a camera for these moments. The eyes bulge, and the face blanches as the realization that their body is no longer listening to them takes hold. Their insides spasm, and muscles lock up. Kalawarna hit the floor like a sack of flour.

"Idiot," Mittelt scoffs. Raynare simply shakes her head. They warned her. She didn't want to listen.

"W-what is happening to me?" she asks.

I let out a long-suffering sigh. "What do you think? You tried to attack your master. You activated the curse to the highest level. I hate to say this, but it may kill you if you don't submit in time. The problem is, I don't have the time right now to deal with your nonsense, so you'll just have to suffer for a while."

She looked panicked at that. Academically, I know it's bad. It wouldn't have this effect if it weren't bad, but a little part of me doesn't quite get it. Is it horniness? Sexual frustration? Rippling orgasms? Insatiability? All of the above?

I asked Maria once, and she said it was slightly different depending on the person, but that I was close to the core of the effect. It was like all of your sexual senses were being overwhelmed, and no matter what you did, you couldn't satisfy your need. You could have a thousand orgasms but never be satisfied if you didn't submit to your master. Whatever it is, I'm glad I'm not on the wrong end of it. Blue balls are bad enough.

I return to the couch and sit back. "Yuuma dear, would you keep Miss Kalawarna company for a while. I'd like to... talk with Mittelt?"

"Of course, master," she says, but a look of disappointment flashes through her eyes. I would say it was for missing out on a potential power boost, but it didn't feel exactly like that.

Mittelt rises from the floor and walks over to me. She's a little stiff but not terrified, which is nice. I don't actually get off on scaring girls, regardless of how fucked up in the heads they are. Three fallen angels, all sadists, lucky me. I roll my eyes at the thought.

It makes me think of Akeno and the title Rias gave her of Ultimate Sadist. Wasn't her fallen angel father actually the masochist in the relationship, and Akeno actually got her sadistic side from her mother? Maybe it's just that female fallen angels are sadists and males are masochists? Food for thought. Azazel, the masochist... Seems plausible.

I pat my leg, and Mittelt sits down. I pull her in close and wrap my arms around her waist. "So, Mittelt, we haven't gotten much of a chance to talk since you joined our little family. How are you settling in?"

"F-fine, master," she says, obviously fighting her instincts which would probably end with her in Kalawarna's state.

"Good. Good," I say. At this point, I know I sound patronizing, and I can almost hear Mittelt grinding her teeth, but the scene is mostly for Kalawarna's benefit. Also, I haven't dealt much with Mittelt, so I should assert a little control before she gets any rebellious ideas and causes issues.

I click my tongue. "Mittelt, I just realized that you are the only one of my fallen angels who didn't try to kill me and the only one who kissed the sigil as instructed to. Why is that?"

She frowns. "Because I'm not an idiot who refuses to read a situation," she says with a little extra venom directed at Kalawarna.

"Well, that's good to hear. Intelligent servants are always a plus. They can learn and anticipate their master's wants and needs," I say. After a pause, I ask, "Do you understand how my powers work?" Mittelt's eyes are fixed on Kalawarna leaning back against Raynare's chest, her skirt sliding up, exposing the long expanse of her thigh and the hint of white panties.

I wasn't expecting that. Maybe maroon to match her skirt or black to match her wings or even blue to match her hair, but white seems too innocent for this angel tightly clad in miniskirt and ravine deep cleavage.

"No, master. I'm unfamiliar with all of your capabilities, but I'm certain they are quite potent," she replies.

I roll my eyes. "Geez, Mittelt. If I wanted to get stroked off, I would have my dick out," I say. Actually, that's pretty much exactly what I'd like right now. Still... "But I can't say that you're wrong. That said, some of my more potent gifts require a special type of power to use. I get this power from engaging in intimate acts with beautiful women. Such as yourself and your sisters here. That's the reason I use a succubus-based servant pact. It's killing two birds with one stone. I also have another ability that also uses intimacy as a medium to empower myself and the woman I'm with, but that requires a... greater level of intimacy than we have time for now."

The pulse point in Mittelt's neck has started to quicken. I reach up and guide her chin towards me. I look her in the eyes, which are wide and breathing shallow. "Do you understand what I'm saying, Mittelt?"

"I think so, master," she says quietly.

"Mittelt, I'm not going to force you. You aren't being punished by the curse and need the relief that comes with submission. You're free to choose right now. Since you've been so well behaved, I wanted to give you the first choice. If you'd like, you can trade places with Yuuma and simply watch and learn. As much as I'd like to say you'll always have a choice, there are several potential situations where we may not have the luxury. You've seen that with Yuuma and now with Kalawarna."

Mittelt looks at Kalawarna, dazed, her tongue lolling out, sweat streaming down her face and into the valley between her breasts that Raynare is currently squeezing. A puddle of clear fluid forming under her, the juices already soaked through her clothes. Conversely, Raynare looks excited, like she's hoping that Mittelt will take the option to trade places with her.

"I-I'd like to try, master," she says.

I smile. "Alright," I say. "I tell you what. If this helps me achieve my goals this evening, I will definitely reward you. Now, if you don't mind, I'll take the lead. I'm familiar with what I need to do, and we're a little short on time."

She nods, and I slide my hands up her body, one on her knee the other her waist. Pulling her directly into my lap, facing the other fallen angels, I peer over her shoulder and stare into the eyes of the suffering Kalawarna. "Pay close attention, Miss Kalawarna; your turn will come... eventually."

'Embracing your sadistic side?' Ddraig says.

'Is that what I'm doing?' I think, feeling expression twist into a frown briefly. 'Am I going too far?'

'Hmm. No, honestly, most would just slaughter them and be done with it or use their bodies to slake their lust until they were broken and then dispose of them. They're not powerful enough to be truly useful. So, why do you bother?'

'Cause I'm a fucking idiot. Maybe I just like sticking it in the crazy or turning the tables on the bad girl and make her beg. Make her my pet and for her to be willing to do anything for just one more of my touches,' I think, and that may be close because I feel my body respond to the thought. Staring at Kalawarna's tits, I definitely am thinking a little paizuri is in order, but it'll have to wait, unfortunately. She needs to stew a little longer.

As for them not being powerful enough to be useful. Heh. Who cares? I can make them powerful enough if I want to. In a relatively short span of time, I could make them as powerful as Azazel. Sadly not as smart, but not everyone needs to be a general; some must be the foot soldiers.

'Well, if Raynare is any indication, you're well on your way to having your pet.'

I glance over to Raynare, and while she is still massaging Kalawarna's breast, she also has her other hand down between their bodies, obviously rubbing away. Her cheeks are flushed, and breathing rapidly. She's giving me her version of bedroom eyes, but of course, they're more like red room eyes.

A high-pitched moan draws my attention back to Mittelt. My fingers are dripping from in juice. I look at her glowing red cheeks and hunched shoulders. "Did you just squirt, my dear?"

"S-sorry, master," she says quietly, subtle jerks in her body revealing the aftershocks of her first orgasm of the session.

"It's alright, my dear, but I'm afraid you've soiled your panties, and they'll have to be removed," I say, and she gasps as I twist our bodies, so she ends up with her back on the couch and I end up kneeling before her with her legs over my shoulders. I tear away the black lace panties and throw their remains in front of Kalawarna. Looking down, I'm almost surprised to see a well-manicured blond landing strip soaked in her nectar.

I look into the eyes of the squirming fallen angel and lick my lips. "Oh my, Mittelt. You have made a bit of a mess down here, but don't worry, I'll clean you up."

I lean down and let my tongue and mouth run wild. Mittelt bucks and grabs my hair trying to close her thighs around my head, but I'm significantly stronger. For such a tiny girl, she has quite the set of lungs, though. I'll have to remember to use a silencing ward when we have more time to explore her depths.

For now, the world will just have to enjoy her serenade.