DxD: The Runaway Gremory

Devils.

Main inhabitants of the Underworld, better known as Hell.

And that was the only thing that most stereotypes of Devils actually got right.

Devils are not all red, they do not carry tridents, and they don't go round killing innocent beings for the fun of it. And no, there is not one Devil, commanding an army of demons to do his bidding.

No, Devils mainly look exactly like human, albeit with one (at least) pair of jet-black bat-like wings that protrude from their back, and can be hidden at will.

Devils don't go round killing innocent beings, like humans, for the fun of it, either. And there's not one true Devil that commands and army of demons to do his bidding.

Devils are a civilized race of beings, and they have families, 72 main families (or 72 Pillars, if you want to be technical) though over half of the Devil Pillars were destroyed in the Great War of the Three Factions, between the Angels, led by the God of the Bible, the Fallen Angels, led by Azazel, and the Devils, led by the Four Great Satans (Lucifer, Leviathan, Beelzebub and Asmodeus).

The fighting in the war had ended a short time ago, but there was still tension between the Factions.

Back to the families.

Of the remaining 33 families in the 72 Pillars, one of the most famous was the Gremory family. They were mainly famous for having produced the current Devil King Lucifer, Sirzechs Lucifer (formerly Gremory), who was the most powerful Devil in the Underworld.

But Zeoticus and Venelana Gremory (neé Bael) had birthed two more children, two twins, as a matter of fact. One girl, and one boy.

The girl was Rias Gremory. She was a beautiful 11-year-old girl with crimson-red hair (a trademark of the Gremory family) that went down to her lower back, and turquoise eyes.

She had inherited, from her mother, the famous Power of Destruction, an explosive power attack which had the ability to annihilate anything. No-one in Devil society was in any doubt that Rias Gremory would grow up to be a true beauty when she grew up, and that any husband Rias had would be extremely lucky to have her.

The boy was Kenji Gremory. He was a handsome young 11-year-old boy with the same crimson-red hair, but he kept it short, letting the hair go down to his chin, and he had grown the fringe to it was able to cover his eyes, which, unlike the rest of his family, were heterochromic.

His left eye was violet, the exact same colour as his mother, whereas his right eye was the same turquoise colour as his father. He had inherited the Power of Destruction, as well as Rias.

Even at the age of 11, he had started to have some decent muscles on him, and was beginning to show the beginnings of a six-pack. No-one in Devil society had any doubt that Kenji Gremory would be a very handsome man, like his father and older brother, when he grew up.

He, as the oldest male of the household, was heir to the title of Lord Gremory, as his older brother Sirzechs had lost the right to after becoming a Satan.

Rias was the older of the twins, by exactly seventy-two seconds, which was a running joke among the Devils, albeit a nonsensical one.

Devils had a crappy sense of humour, to be honest.

But back to the twins.

"Keeeeennnnnnnjiiiii!" Rias Gremory shouted, as she ran through the halls of the Gremory Manor house, towards her younger brother's bedroom, dressed in a small red dress, white socks and pink and white flat shoes, while ignoring the morning greetings of the servants.

She wasn't a rude child by any means, it was just that she loved her younger brother so much, and wanted to spend every waking moment with him. She had tried to get her parents to let her sleep in the same room as her younger brother, but her parents, along with Kenji himself, had denied, much to Rias' disappointment.

But that didn't mean that she couldn't be there to wake him up every day!

Skidding to a halt in front of Kenji's door, Rias pushed it open and ran in, a huge smile on her face. Said smile instantly disappeared when she saw the state her brother was in.

He was…

Asleep.

Fast asleep.

Dead-to-the-world, out-for-the-count, asleep.

"Kenji, wake up!" Rias grabbed her brother's arm and started pulling him out of bed. "Wake up, you lazy boy!"

Even when Kenji had been fully pulled out of bed and had landed on the floor with a painful-sounding bump, Kenji still slumbered on. Rias was, understandably, not happy.

"Kenji…" she said in a warning, yet playful, voice. "Don't make me kiss you.

" Kenji stayed asleep, sat up against the side of his bed. Rias pouted cutely, and sat down on her brother's lap, straddling him.

"Kenji," she whispered, sweetly. "I'll kiss you on the lips."

Kenji stirred slightly, but still stayed asleep. Rias, seeing no other alternative, pressed her lips against her brother's lips, and held them there, enjoying the peppermint taste of her brother's mouth mixing with her mouth's taste of cherries.

After thirty seconds, Rias had to come up for air. As she looked back at her brother, she was angry to see that HE WAS STILL ASLEEP.

"Okay…" she said to herself. Taking a deep breath, she placed her mouth right next to her younger brother's ear, and yelled at the top of her lungs.

"WAKE! UP! KENJI!"

She only had to wait a fraction of a second, before an annoyed voice called "Alright, alright! I'm up!"

Rias had to jump aside as Kenji pushed her off his lap.

Kenji was a young boy at the age of eleven, with straight, chin-length crimson-red hair. His eyes were two different colours: his left eye being turquoise, just like his older sister's, and his right eye being violet, just like his mother's.

He was wearing nothing except a pair of black boxers, which only accentuated his body (which was quite toned, for an eleven-year-old).