One-Punch DxD: NEO - Chapter 100: Recuperation

Long time no see, fellas. I am back!

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When the news reached Sona, indescribable emotions wracked the usually-cool Heiress.

With her peerage behind her, she stormed into Serafall Memorial Hospital and rushed into the VIP section – the rooms were heavily guarded by Devil soldiers, but they gave way at the sight of Sona and her servants.

Behind those doors, Lord and Lady Gremory each laid on their beds, bandages and IV bags strapped to their bodies, a rare and terrible sight to see leaders of Noble Households succumbing to unexpected dangers.

Rias’ Peerage was present, some of their skins were wrapped in bandages, with Lint Sellzen joining the bedridden Gremories with extra bandages wrapped around her.

The matriarch of the Hyoudous sat beside Lady Gremory, holding an apple being peeled until her attention turned to Sona.

Dread filled Sona’s mind when she noticed the absence of a certain redhead, “…Where’s Rias?”

With solemn looks, Zeoticus Gremory took it upon himself to explain what had transpired.

“I regret… to say that the enemies left with her.”

Zeoticus recounted the event to Sona to her curiosity and horror, the unknown enemies armed with Anti-Devil armaments that they had never seen before, made by those with excessive spite towards Devil as Lint liked to describe, and how they managed to abscond with Rias in a teleporting aircraft.

Sona did not think that there was an aircraft that could teleport in and out of the Underworld like that.

A few minutes before the mansion went up in flames – Zeoticus, Venelana, and Tosca reunited with Haruka, who was searching for Black Sperm; then they all decided to check on the household servants in the basement. Thanks to that, they survived the explosion that took up everything from the ground floor.

Sona took her glasses off to massage her face – even her mind could not process all of the new information.

“What is Black’s current status?” Sona asked.

“That’s what I like to know! Knowing him, he might be out there… doing his own thing or something.” Haruka scowled. “Honestly, thinking about it, he took his boasts of mansion security for granted… Zeoticus.”

Haruka’s eyes loomed at Zeoticus with a sharp, piercing gaze.

Zeoticus looked away, knowing that he did reassure Black that his surveillance was not needed under his roof… and encouraged him to take an extended break for the night.

“What of Genos-sensei?” Sona remembered the cyborg.

“I didn’t get the full details, but last time we talked over the phone that he is currently in Greece; meeting with some important figures there.” Haruka shrugged.

“The Olympians….?” Venelana mused, “I see, considering what happened on Mt. Olympus with the Demon God and past terrorist attacks, I guess Genos is aiding their relief effort. Forgive me, Haruka. Can you give Genos a call about our current situation? As much as I hate to impede his current job, we are going to need all the help we can get.”

Haruka nodded as she proceeded to step out of the room with her cellphone.

“And what about Rias? Please, tell me that they left a trail we can follow.” Sona asked, fearing for her rival and closest friend’s safety.

“We may have something.” Akeno said. Her health was better than the rest despite receiving intense holy light burns from the anti-devil flashlights.

She turned to Yuuto, the lone knight sitting in the corner of the sanitized white room in a lotus position, meditating in a deep trance.

His eyes opened as he took a deep breath, meeting everyone’s hopeful gaze.

“…Muramasa is currently being kept in their storage room, but she cannot move without alerting our enemies. Rias was unharmed the last time she saw her.” Yuuto explained the situation.

“Where are they now?” Venelana asked.

Yuuto sighed, “Muramasa described the landscape as best as she could when they were still airborne, but I’m afraid I cannot recognize the landmark. They… flew past a giant burning pit in the middle of a wasteland, or so she told me. Does it ring any bells?”

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Rias slowly woke up, blinking her eyes open. The first thing she registered was mild vertigo, and her still blurry vision could not recognize her surroundings.

She looked down – and found her body was no longer naked as the last time she recalled before losing consciousness. She was wearing some kind of black tunic robe with yellow diamond patterns around the hems, which covered her arms, torso until her knees; and finally, she felt a small metal collar placed around her neck. A bit uncomfortable, but at least the collar was small enough not to restrict her from moving her head around.

Her hazy memories slowly unraveled, explaining the sequence of events that led her to this point. She held the spot where the syringe dug into her neck, frowning as she remembered the unpleasant sensation of foreign chemicals messing with her head.

As for her room, it was not something she expected… It looked like a hotel room, with modest furniture, a clean bed with white sheets and pillows, and a window… the window was reinforced by metal bars.

Walking to the metal bars, she reached it out of curiosity. The bars repelled her fingers as the arcane runes etched into the metal revealed themselves.

“Ack!” Rias hissed and stepped back, holding her hand as she inspected the glowing runes on the metal.

The runes looked like a form of arcane sorcery written in the manner of Angelic Magic, a seamless fusion of magical systems, and some Norse influence. This was very uncommon even amongst the modern magicians, however.

At least she could still get a glimpse of the sight beyond the window. She blinked at the familiar sky and buildings – the human world?

“I hope you had a good sleep.”

Rias heard the thick door creak. She turned towards the exit, hearing a familiar voice spoken in english.

The thick, reinforced steel door opened.

A middle-aged man clad in a tidy suit – a white dress shirt, ashen-gray tie with a matching jacket, slacks, and shoes with a crop-cut hair, neatly trimmed beard and mustache, with his eyes speaking experiences, took a seat on a chair next to her. Even if he did not wear that creepy porcelain mask, Rias knew who that person was. If Rias had to guess, the man seemed from west or Central Asia descent.

Nonetheless, she refocused her mind on the current issue at hand, “…I assume you are the one in charge?”

Rias kept her composure while maintaining eye contact, taking her chance to hypnotize the man… Only to blink when nothing happened whatsoever.

What is happening now?

Rias swore this had become a trend where her enemies would find ways to render her powerless.

“I am. Please call me John.” The man in charge – John, noticed the subtle confusion in Rias’ expression, prompting him to smirk in mild amusement, “…Do you always try to use your hocus pocus on ordinary humans when things don’t go your way?”

In return, Rias scowled defiantly, earning a snort from the man.

“Us materialists and seculars would use words. Analyze the situation and choose our actions carefully. But I understand the appeal of magic…”

John opened his hand.

Rias blinked when she saw the barest minimum of magical manipulation, a sphere of pure mana in his hand.

“But soon, you Devils won’t be the only ones with access to magic. You didn’t see us, mere humans, coming from below your feet, did you?” the man said as he closed his palm, dissipating the magical orb.

“…Where am I?” Rias decided to ask.

“Our base. As for the location, I’m afraid it’s kind of confidential.” John offered a small, apologetic smile.

“…Are you a mage?” Rias could not help but ask again.

“Not quite.” the man replied, “It’s quite… interesting. I don’t have the know-how on how to use it like you do…”

Rias squinted at John. This was abnormal, magic being used in its most basic form yet this man clearly demonstrated a history of service in the military.

“Are you some sort of supernatural hunter?”

“Army – twenty years in the service, I went to Afghanistan and Iraq. That’s all you’re getting from me….. And that thing around your neck?” The man gestured between Rias and his neck, “It’s keeping you from tapping into your magic. I won’t bother you with details, but it blocks the connection between your brain and wherever your magic comes from. To put things simply; that collar is keeping you from… Letting the devil out.”

Rias blinked again, taking notes of the brief description of the man about the collar around her neck. True enough – she could still feel her demonic power in her veins, but somehow, she could not grab any semblance of reign over that energy flow, no matter how hard she tried. She could not even will her wings to come out.

A semblance of insecurity began to creep up on her. Rias then narrowed her eyes at John as she unconsciously scooted her body away.

Noticing her anxiety, the man sighed, “I understand. You’re… feeling quite vulnerable, not unlike when we first found you. But we are not savages like you think.” He then tilted his head, offering her a lop-sided smile, “…And the ones who cleaned and clothed your body were female servants working here. I hope you are comfortable with our local clothes.”

Rias looked down, relieved if John’s words were to be believed, before she tapped on the collar, “If you just take this thing off my neck, I’d be most comfortable, I assure you.”

John briefly chuckled, “Nice try. That collar is to encourage good behavior from our prisoners.”

“…Plural?” She noticed.

“Ah… well, there is one other… actually, would you like to see him? He had quite terrible behavior before we encountered him, so my men have to…. Get rough on his person.”

Rias grimaced as John rose from his seat. He unlocked the reinforced steel door from his side.

“I hope you know the procedure.” The man stepped out of the room and gestured to Rias to follow his lead.

Rias glared at the leader for a second before she walked out of the room, finding armed personnel had been stationed outside – a woman dressed in a sharp black-and-white suit with a submachine gun in hand. She was wearing a short black jilbab hood that covered her head save for her face.

The woman glanced at Rias before she procured a set of handcuffs from her suit jacket, only to be halted by the commander.

“Nat.” John merely said while holding his hand up.

When the woman – Natalie, stopped herself while sporting a confused look, the commander simply smiled knowingly at Rias, conveying a silent message that it would be up to her whether she would be walking in chains or not.

Understanding the subtlety, Rias merely nodded at John, who then nodded at Natalie. The arrangement did not amuse the female soldier, but she did not say anything else as she put the cuffs away and began to walk.

“After you.” The leader then smiled at Rias, gesturing to her to follow the leading woman.

Thus, Rias started trekking down the hallway, following the female soldier in front of her while John walked behind her.

Pincered and kept in line, unable to do much. She considered overpowering them physically, but she was outnumbered two to one; they were also armed and possibly better trained than her. Too little information was on them for her to take action.

Rias decided to learn everything she could from her surroundings. Looking back – not only she was most likely back in the human realm, but the room she was confined in was more like a hotel room repurposed into a holding cell.

The hallway looked too pristine and tidy to belong to a prison block, with a carpeted floor, ornate lamps and some doors with numbers on. To Rias’ small surprise, when they were approaching an intersection – a maid, judging from her outfit, suddenly appeared and she was carrying a cleaning service trolley.

The said maid jumped slightly at the sight of the trio, before she quickly gave a small bow. “As-salamu’alaikum, sir, ma’am.”

“Wa’alaikum salaam. What did I tell you about calling me ‘ma’am’, Arisa?”

Rias initially expected a reprimand to come from the armed woman, only to see a soft amusement on her face.

“S-sorry, um… Miss Natalie.” the maid – Arisa blushed. Her face was nervous, yet there was no trace of fear.

Natalie gave a light snort before she patted Arisa’s head, “…Better, but we all are still on the clock. Run along now, I’ll see you later.”

Arisa bowed again and quickly pushed her trolley past Rias and John, who nodded at the maid with a fatherly smile.

Noticing the look on Rias’ face, the man exhaled softly, “Don’t mind her. She’s… one of the young bloods among our ranks.”

The trio resumed their track, and Rias could confirm that she was inside some kind of hotel building. What is she, and an armed company doing in a hotel? Not to mention the way the maid acted in front of an armed person – they were clearly not strangers.

There was also another clue that Rias managed to learn. So far, John had been speaking to her in English, but that maid from earlier and the armed woman spoke in Turkic. Adding the islamic greeting they had – at the very least, Rias could deduce that she was probably somewhere in West or Central Asia.

Eventually, they arrived inside an elevator that was heading down. Rias learned that her room was quite up high, and the elevator did not seem to stop at the ground floor. While waiting inside the box, the leaders began a conversation.

“…I am curious about something. I heard that you Devils can turn into grotesque monsters. How does that work, exactly?”

Rias blinked at the sudden question, glancing at the man walking behind her. She would rather not talk with her captors, but considering her situation, she could use this talk as an opportunity to learn more about her current enemies and location.

Thus, she humored him, “Perhaps you are referring to Stray Devils. To put things simply, it’s the case where absolute power corrupts absolutely. Servants grow more powerful in time, yet either they don’t bother to learn or are never taught about how to control that surge of power, which removes both their physical and mental inhibitions. Some decide to run away, or in some cases, kill their masters – and they start a killing spree on innocent lives. Depending on their crimes, their sentences are either imprisonment or kill on sight.”

“Doesn’t that apply to natural-born devils?” John asked.

“That… is under sporadic cases,” Rias admitted.

“Such as?”

“There was one recorded case. A noble Devil from a long time ago turned into a mutant monster due to absorbing too much power from another source during the Devil Civil War.”

“Wait, what’s this about a civil war? Like, civil war among devils?” the female soldier in front asked skeptically.

Rias sighed.

“…It is a historical event in my society. The Old Satan Faction – Devils that still follow Lucifer, Asmodeus, Leviathan, and Beelzebub; fought against the Reformist Faction. My brother led the civil war to break our people free from the influence of the Four Satans. We won in the end but at great cost.”

“Interesting. So why is it that Chimeras – these… Stray devils seem to still flock to our world despite that?”

“Despite the majority of us being part of the new regime, there are still those who are still clinging to their old ways – where the low class and reincarnated devils only exist and live to serve the higher-classes. Some of the stray devils betrayed their masters in the first place due to abuse and unfairness inflicted on them, prompting them to go independent.” Rias replied with a solemn tone.

“Sounds like nothing has changed for me, even after that war. All you did was replace your kings without implementing any change in your practice and policy. In the end, you just don’t like it when your own pets bite the hands who feed them.” Natalie remarked.

Rias’ gaze hardened, “Make no mistake – regardless of the reason for these devils to become stray in the first place, their lives are forfeit once they start endangering innocent lives.”

“Since when do devils care for innocent lives?” the female soldier in front asked with her tone sounding even more skeptical than before.

“We may have a troubled past, but that was long ago. We were close to how the Bible depicts us, but we no longer consider humans as livestock.”

“So we moved up the ladder from ‘food’ to ‘playthings’ now? And we don’t have a say in this sorry excuse of moral politics?” Natalie quipped.

Before Rias could have replied, the elevator dinged, causing her to stop abruptly. The doors opened wide, revealing a more modernized interior on the other side. Although she frowned when she saw the metal bars.

“So you’re relocating me to the actual dungeon…” Rias groused.

“Oh no, you’ll be staying in the room where you woke up. Remember that we have prisoners? We want to show you one of them.” The commander explained.

John gestured for her to follow him with his fingers. Rias followed him while Natalie followed behind her,

Rows of bars on the walls left and right, she caught sight of inhabitants within the shadows, the smell of musk and sometimes urine permeating through her nose.

“O-Ohhhhh! Look! A woman! We have a total babe!” One of the prisoners manically pressed his face against the metal bars before the magic engraved on the metal reacted and repelled him.

Soon more prisoners with various appearances, from small, average until big and grotesque, banged and congregated against the metal bars to behold Rias’ beauty.

“WHOOHOOO!”

“YEAAAH!”

“Look at those knockers!”

“Dat ass!”

“Are we getting some entertainment!? I want to see some tits!”

“Walk a little closer, sweetheart!”

“Come ‘ere, babe!”

“Wait a sec… Holy shit, that crimson hair…. That’s Rias Gremory!”

Rias flinched at the sheer volume of roars, cat-calls and sneers surrounding her; yet she schooled her expression as she pressed on, walking in tandem behind John while surrounded by raving maniacs – they even stuck their arms out, clawing at her as if they wanted to grab her.

“Come on, come closer! I want a taste of that soft skin!”

“A nibble on the ear wouldn’t hurt!”

“I want her feet.”

Their hollers degraded into something more depraved and ravenous.

“Please don’t mind these savages… Actually, do mind them. We have to work hard cleaning up your kind’s mess.” Natalie remarked with a scoff.

“Some of these prisoners…. They’re on our wanted list of fugitives.”

Rias recognized them – wanted rogue devils that have fled their masters and peerages. She glanced around, taking notes whatever she could about the inmates she passed on.

“Are they now?” Natalie replied with a mild sarcasm in her tone, “Well, then I guess you can cross them out of your list or whatever. They’re not going anywhere.”

“Focus, Nat.” John lightly reminded her, “We’ve arrived.”

They arrived at another cell at the end of the hall.

Inside the cell was a humanoid angler-fish man who had seen better days. He was clad in a tattered tank-top and slacks, where his visible skins showed scratch marks and fading bruises – traces of torture. His neck was also strapped with a collar similar to Rias, albeit his was a tad bigger to accommodate his size.

The fish-man was sitting on his bed, his head downcast in despair. His hands were shackled with runes engraved on the cuffs and chains.

Upon setting her sight on the inmate, Rias blinked, “…Gragg Forneus?”

Gragg Forneus then turned at the voice who said his name, his eyes widened in recognition.

“R-Rias Gremory? What are- How are you here?!” Forneus got up from his bedding and moved towards Rias’ direction.

“I… believe I can ask you the same – what are you doing here?” Rias asked with a confused look.

“Arrrk! What do you think?! Those crazy, strong humans broke into me home and abducted me! Wait, don’t tell me that’s how they got you, too?!” Forneus replied before desperately holding on to the metal bars separating him from outside.

“That’s… Pretty much what happened.” Rias could not help but affirm Forneus’s guess as she looked warily at her apparent captors standing by her side.

“You have no idea how easy it is to break into a mansion built in the medieval era. You people didn’t even install home alarms in your mansions.” Natalie quipped.

Rias stared at Natalie, knowing that it was more complicated than that. Their homes were laced with security that would alert them about intruders.

But that did not matter – Rias had more pressing matters.

“Why would you capture Lord Forneus and these stray devils in the first place? And why’d you bring me here too? What are your goals?” Rias decided to go straight to the point.

“You’re about to find out. Come on, fish bag, it’s time to meet your boss.” John approached Forneus’ cell door and unlocked it.

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“Turkmenistan?”

“Yes.” Sona fixed her glasses before exchanging nods with Reya, “Reya and I have narrowed down our search – according to Kiba, the only place that matches Muramasa’s description would be Darvaza’s Natural Gas Crater, also known as ‘Door to Hell’ by the locals. It is located in Karakum Desert in Turkmenistan.”

“Door to Hell… How ironically fitting.” Venelana frowned, “Any landmarks or settlement that might be where those people are holding my daughter captive?”

“There is Ashgabat, the capital of Turkmenistan; a hundred and sixty miles away from the crater. Otherwise there are only ruins and nomadic camps around the crater.” Sona replied.

“I think we can start from there. I remembered Muramasa seeing a city landscape not long after they passed the crater.” Yuuto provided.

“Then let’s talk about our plan.” Sona pushed up her glasses and inhaled.

To think that the rush of her recent duel with Rias would help her focus.

“…We will send Reya to Ashgabat first. She will map out the territory and share her sights. With her equipment, she should be able to detect traces of magic within any building, assuming that they do not have anything to hide themselves from her.” Sona began with reconnaissance.

“From what I’ve seen of what our enemies are capable of, I don’t think Reya alone would be enough.” Akeno remarked, “These people…. They have means to suppress our magic somehow, turning the battlefield to tip in their favor. It won’t be surprising if they have means to counter surveillance.”

“Rugal and Bennia will accompany her as support. Yuuto will act as our compass, secondary scout, accompanied by chosen escorts.” Sona inhaled as she closed her eyes, attempting to calculate her options.

“…We need to infiltrate the city. They might have the means to detect Devil’s signatures, given how extremely well-versed their weapons are against us.” Sona pointed out.

“I might be able to make swords that can help with that.” Yuuto raised his hands.

“That is good, we can use that.”

“Wait.” Yuuto recalled. “…I… Might be able to… make a sword that can sniff for Rias’ scent…”

He remembered making a sword like that before in the Holy Sword Incident, a sword based on Rover. It dragged him across the asphalt, a wild animal that would not listen once it found a trail.

“But we need a sample of Rias herself, did you manage to salvage anything from the mansion?” Sona asked.

“I wouldn’t call the sword ‘tame’… but there should be something in the Kuoh Academy that we can use.” Yuuto suggested. “In the meantime, Muramasa will contact me as soon as she learns more.”

“But we still have to decide who will accompany Yuuto.” Sona pointed out again, “If we must cover as much territory as we can, we need reinforcements, but more importantly – if we do pinpoint Rias’ location within that city, we will need strength in numbers and power. To stop them from relocating Rias… or worse.”

The room’s mood went lower at the prospect of Rias being lost forever.

“We can help.”

Everyone turned to the new voice at the door, where Gasper, Ravel and Riser Phenex were standing, meeting everyone’s surprised gaze.

“Gasper!”

“Riser? Ravel? What are you doing here?” Sona could not help but ask.

“I-I was planning to drop by to surprise you guys, but the mansion is in ruins! I’m so happy you are alright!” Gasper replied before he stepped inside the room to share an emotional reunion and hug with the rest of his comrades.

“I came as soon as I learned of what happened. I’m still Lady Rias’ Bishop, after all.” Ravel replied.

“I am here by coincidence, but to think the matter is this dire…” Riser put in his two-cents, “A bunch of humans raiding and abducting a high-class devil of Rias’ caliber… That idea is either stupid or terrifying.”

“I say both, considering how that ended up.” Akeno replied before giving a small bow, “Regardless, thank you for coming to our aid. We do need every help we can get.”

“I caught ears of your plans for Ashgabat.” Ravel said, “We must be careful. Too many of us might alert them to our presence earlier than we need. Although my brother’s peerage and I can set up posts around the city’s outskirts to observe and act as reinforcement in case of emergencies.”

“A sound plan to mobilize. Do you agree?” Riser nodded.

“That is more than enough.” Zeoticus nodded gratefully. “But that still doesn’t solve our issue regarding reconnaissance. Our enemies have devices and weapons to counter us; if possible, I’d like to request aid from the Grigori and the church, perhaps they can lend us some people…”

“Don’t hold your breath.” Haruka rejoined the room, prompting everyone to turn and see her showing her phone, where Irina’s caller ID was giving her a call, “I think I can help you with that arrangement.”

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Compared to her treatment, that of Forneus’ was much worse, the female soldier hitting him to move while her gun was constantly aimed behind his head.

She was not sure why he deserved that treatment as the door to the elevator opened.

She saw a war room, a large table with maps and holographic projections of unknown locations, knives nailing pictures of faces to the walls on the far end ahead of her, one side having soldiers cleaning their weapons while some were lounging.

The soldiers straightened their backs when John entered the room and saluted.

“Attention!”

“At ease.” John raised his hand. “Connect to our ’employer.'”

Everyone then immediately went to work. Rias and Forneus then were escorted towards their seats where they could have a good look around the room. While looking around, Rias’ eyes trailed towards the wall at the far end, where many pictures were pinned on.

Her eyes widened when she recognized Sona’s picture among them – pinned next to hers.

Are these people planning to go after Sona as well?

Soon enough, everyone finally settled down and took their seats. Rias and Forneus were seated with armed soldiers flanking them from all sides. The light in the room dimmed down, as a holographic screen came to life, revealing a face that Rias was all too familiar with.

[…Do my eyes deceive me? No… Impossible…]

The face of Mordax Bael stared at Rias.

“As you can see, we’ve fulfilled our end of the bargain.” John gestured towards Rias and Forneus, before he stared straight at the face of the devil on the screen, “Now I would like to remind you of our contract. We would’ve grabbed the other girl, but we’ve decided that one is more than enough. Now, let’s talk about payment.” John took out his gun and aimed it at Forneus. “No bullshit.”

To his credit, Mordax regained his composure in a blink of an eye.

[…I believe our agreement states that you are to capture both Rias Gremory and Sona Sitri. A deal is a deal for a reason.]

Rias could not hold herself back anymore. She stood up from her seat, prompting everyone to turn towards her.

“Mordax Bael, what is the meaning of this?! What is your involvement with these people?!”

The nearby guards quickly forced Rias back to her seat. She struggled for a moment, until she settled glaring at Mordax from her seat with the guards placing their hands on her shoulders to keep her in place.

Mordax on the other hand, merely glanced at the redhead before replying.

[I am pleased to see you are well, Rias Gremory. Believe me… Our relationship is a violent coincidence.]

John pulled the trigger.

“AAGH?!” Forneus cried when a light bullet dug into Gragg’s right lap.

Rias gasped at the sudden resort to violence.

“Strike one.” John aimed the gun closer to the fishman’s head. “Do you want to have strike two to three?”

“P-Please, Lord Bael! Save me!” Forneus begged.

In return, Mordax’s expression did not shift.

[I must say, I am disappointed. Is this how professionals are supposed to conduct themselves?]

“This is how we handle those with a history of deceit. But if this one doesn’t faze you…” John slowly aimed his gun towards Rias’. “…I heard that her brother would go to war on anyone that harms her… I wonder what would happen if we sent her corpse to him with your name carved into her.

Rias held her breath. On the other hand, Mordax’s eyes narrowed.

[I advise you to consider your next action very carefully. I may have bad blood with her family, but her brother, as emotional as he tends to be sometimes, is far from foolish. I will probably suffer some damage, but eventually you people will be the ones to perish under the might of the 72 Pillars in the end. Kill her, and you will plunge yourselves into a war you have no hope of winning.]

“I will count to three. If I don’t hear what I want, we will all go to hell together. One…” John tightened his finger on the trigger.

“Two…”

Rias kept her breath in as she looked at Bael.

John looked away from Bael and moved closer to Rias, whose heart pounded in her chest at the sight of death in that barrel which was pressed against her temple.

Mordax simply tilted his head up, his eyes taunting the man to pull the trigger. Rias bit her lip as she closed her eyes, surrendering herself to fate.

Only to feel the cold steel of the gun barrel leave her temple. Rias opened her eyes and saw John putting the gun safety back on.

“…Well, I’ll be damned.” John gave a lop-sided smirk towards Mordax, “You seem to have grown some balls. What did you kill to get that kind of testosterone?”

Rias gasped for breath she had been holding in, relief was palpable on her sweaty face as her body slumped back against her seat.

“How about this? If death and war don’t scare you… Say, little missy. You think you can buy us out?” John asked Rias.

“W… What are you talking about?” Rias returned with whatever composure she managed to salvage.

“In case you don’t know, we are mercenaries. Our employer offered us many valuable artifacts and magical items as payment for our services… So, tell me. Can you outbid him?”

Schooling her beating heart, Rias narrowed at John.

“…While my family possesses a considerable fortune, do excuse me that I am reluctant to strike a deal with my captors. I don’t know who you are, nor your goals, and any intention to play along with your games. If you are willing to return me back to my family, then we can talk business… After putting you people through trials for your transgression.”

“My, and I thought you were raised to be the smart one… Well, no matter.” John then shot Forneu’s shoulder.

“AGH?!” Forneus cried out. “S-Stop! Please…”

“Might as well take out my frustrations on the other one. Who knows if he’ll last. It seems our negotiations have been put on hold, Mordax. We can’t get the other girl yet, and we’ve lost our element of surprise. There’s no way they’ll let us break into her house like the others, so you either have to make do, or suffer the consequences for playing games with us. Your choice, Mordax.”

Mordax was not amused.

[It seems I have overestimated you lot; one misstep and you lose your mettle. But I suppose I can be lenient; half payment after you hand Rias Gremory over to me, and the other half after you capture the Sitri.]

“Hmmmmm… a hard bargain.” John twirled his gun around the trigger. “But I’m afraid we have to double the price on the Sitri. We need to prepare and resupply for this one. We’ll send the dead drop location for the first half. We expect advance payment up front.”

Mordax paused as he watched the commander play with his gun.

[…If you need time to prepare for your next assignment, then I need time to prepare your payment. What is entailed in our agreement is not cheap whatsoever.]

“Buying for time, eh? Fine.” John scoffed. “We’ll keep in touch to talk about the time and place for the exchange.”

[Then our business today is concluded.]

The transmission was cut.

John sighed and muttered under his breath, “Overprivileged fucker…” His expression softened a little as he turned to Rias, “Now, I hope this explains enough of your queries.”

“What do you benefit in the long run? Something tells me that fortunes are not your only goal here.” Rias asked while glaring at John.

John looked like he was pondering for a moment before replying, “…Loosely put? Justice. Ponder on what that means for your kind.” He replied before the guards went to escort Rias and Forneus back to their respective quarters.

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When she returned slowly to consciousness, the first thing Roygun Belphegor registered was the brief discomfort coursing through her frame before a sudden sense of comfort enveloping her, followed by an unfamiliar ceiling above her.

She slowly sat up on her bed, massaging the phantom pain of her headache – trying to remember what happened after she escaped Mordax’s mansion.

“Ah, good morning, good morning! How are you doing?!” A chippy unfamiliar voice greeted her ears.

Roygun slightly jumped before she turned towards the opened door – where a young woman stood. She appeared to be around twenty years old, with large bosoms which Roygun could see through her dress. Her face had a soft expression, with droopy eyes and her crimson hair was tied backwards in a ponytail.

It took a second for Roygun to recognize the features, “…Chysis Gremory?”

“Indeed.” Chysis nodded before she stepped in while carrying a tray of tea set. “I am honored that the second ranker of Rating Game recognizes this old lady. Well… your new status not-withstanding.”

Roygun blinked, “Um, new status? What do you mean? Can you tell me how long I have been asleep? What happened?”

Chysis tapped on her chin, “Ummmmm… One moment.” The Gremory closed the door on her sudden exit.

Roygun was left alone in the room, pondering over what could have possibly happened when she was unconscious. Is Mordax still chasing after her? What of the rest of her clan? Did they make it to their safe house?

Roygun then was snapped out of her musing when the door was slammed open, revealing another redhead – a young looking woman with transcendental, unequaled beauty including a huge bosom and appears to be around teenagers, her height being shorter than Chysis. Her eyes were pink and upturned, giving a strong-willed vibe compared to Chysis’ gentler ones. Her crimson hair was styled into a two-sided updo and a small crown-like accessory on top of her head. For some reason, she was wearing what Roygun believed to be a female school uniform from the mortal realm.

“Aha! So you are awake! Excellent!” the newcomer remarked with an exuberant tone.

Roygun blinked twice this time, her mind was unable to recognize the new redhead, aside from the assumption that she was another member of the Gremory clan, “Um…. Who might you be?”

“Umu! I’m glad that you asked!” The newcomer gave a proud smile while folding her arms under her breasts, “I am Runeas Gremory, the founder of the Noble House of Gremory! Pleasure to meet you, Roygun of The House of Belphegor!”

To be Continued…..

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Omake: Girl’s Kitchen

“Welcome to my manor. Thank you for your time, Mrs. Hyoudou.”

“Call me Haruka, Sona. I think we’ve known each other a tad too long to be so formal.”

“If you say so… Auntie Haruka.”

Haruka smiled as she was sitting together with Sona within the living room of the latter’s house, and a maid came to serve them tea before leaving them alone.

They enjoyed the company, the drinks and the small talk for some time until Haruka spoke, “While I am more than happy that you invited me here, Sona… Something tells me that this is more than just a social invitation.”

“You are correct, ma’am.” Sona nodded as she schooled her features and straightened up, “I…. want to ask you a favor.”

Haruka took another sip of her tea, gently beckoning Sona to elaborate further.

“The truth is, I’ve been picking up cooking as a small hobby, as well as for me to reward my servants and friends for their hard work. So far, I’ve had my sister and Saji to taste my cooking, but… Despite their positive opinions, I’m not convinced yet.”

“Because they might be biased, being your sister and your Pawn.” Haruka nodded in understanding, before she gave a sly smile, “So you want me, who can give a more objective opinion, to taste-test your poison?”

“Please don’t call it poison, and… If that’s too much trouble, I will not force you.” Sona quickly rebuked.

“Calm down, sweetie. I’m just kidding with you.” Haruka giggled, “…I’d be happy to help.”

Sona smiled in relief, “Then… I hope you are not full at the moment, because I’ve already prepared a cake beforehand. Would you like to have some?”

Haruka nodded and soon enough, a small plate with a slice of dark-chocolate cake was served before her. She then took the plate to have a better look as she analyzed every nook and cranny.

“Looks presentable…” Haruka muttered under her breath before she leaned closer to take a quick whiff. She blinked when her nose caught something faint that should not belong to a cake.

Furrowing her eyebrows slightly, Haruka decided to take a small piece into her mouth. A few seconds later, her face went stiff for a brief second before she turned to Sona with a strained smile.

“Sona, dear? Why don’t you have a bite yourself? Humor this old lady.”

Sona raised her eyebrows at the request, but did so nonetheless. Taking a small piece of her cake, Sona ate and chewed for a couple of seconds before she lurched into a coughing fit.

“W-what was that…?” Sona asked as she spat and cleaned her mouth with a napkin.

“Your cooking, apparently. Did you taste this…. Cooking yourself before serving this to anyone?”

To her credit, Sona looked a bit embarrassed, “Um, no…. I thought it’d be rude if I were to have a taste first before anyone else.”

“Dear, all chefs taste test their food before serving others for a reason. It’s even ruder to serve garbage to your guests.” Haruka retorted, causing Sona to blush in shame.

“But at the same time, you still managed to make this look presentable, so I don’t think you messed up that badly. Why don’t we take this to the kitchen and retrace your steps? We can figure the rest out from there.” Haruka proposed.

Seeing a woman with more experience in the kitchen, offering help to improve her culinary skills – Sona’s face brightened up and she bowed to the older woman, “Yes, I’ll be in your care, auntie Haruka.”

OxO

When Rias and Akeno dropped by the Sitri manor to check on their friend, the servants in the house pointed them towards the kitchen, where they took a peek and saw something…. Bizarre.

The kitchen was a mess; grease and sauce were plastered and spilled over the walls and the floor. Various ingredients – or what was left of them, were all over the tables and floor as well. Dirty pans and pots were placed on the stoves…. Where some of them had something still on fire.

“You’re getting your knickers in a twist! Calm down!”

Following the voice, Rias and Akeno’s eyes trailed towards the source. In the middle of everything stood Haruka and Sona; both of them were wearing aprons covered in dirt and stains, with the latter sweating while working on her next dish, while the former was seemingly on the verge of meltdown.

Then, Sona seemed to have fumbled over something, she hissed in frustration while Haruka groaned, “What the fuck are you doing now!? Now there’s too much salt and pepper; I can hear the dish singing ‘Push It’!”

“S-Sorry!” Sona quickly moved on and grabbed the next ingredients.

“Get your shit together! No, no, no!” Haruka intervened and took what appeared to be an oil bottle away from Sona’s hands, “The fuck do you plan by adding a garlic oil!? There’s already enough garlic in that thing to kill every single vampire in fucking Europe! And this dish has already enough oil that the U.S. wants to invade the fucking plate!”

The ladies never saw Sona this… whipped before, especially from Haruka’s verbal tirade.

The way Sona scrambled to follow her instructions did not match the image of a cool-headed president; who was having problems working on the veggies and fishes with the knife.

“You know what, instead of fucking around – you might as well put that knife on my throat and finish the job!” Haruka scolded as she went into another tirade, much to Sona’s chagrin.

“Akeno, do you think we should-” Rias trailed off when she saw her Queen was recording the whole scene with her smartphone, “…Really?”

“When else can we have something this good to hold over Sona’s head again?” Akeno merely retorted, sending Rias a knowing look, “Come on, Rias. You want this, I know.”

Rias held Akeno’s stare for a few seconds, before she glanced at the unfolding scenery in the kitchen, where Sona was working on the frying pan when its contents caught fire, causing the heiress to jump and use her spatula to abate the blaze somewhat.

“Oh, for the love of-!” Haruka threw her arms up in exasperation, “That one’s burnt! You’re cooking on a burning pan, you fucking cunt!”

Rias then returned to her Queen, “…Hold your phone horizontally, so you can get a full view of this spectacle.”

“Will do!” Akeno giggled, watching Sona become more panicked at the fire on her pan growing bigger.

“Leave it, just fucking leave it!” Haruka stepped in again, took the pan’s handle and turning the stove off, “You nearly got a fire blowing up your face, you fucking donkey!”

Haruka then took two pieces of toast from a nearby table, and pressed them against Sona’s temple, sandwiching the heiress’ head in the process.

“Look at me! WHAT ARE YOU!?”

“A-an idiot sandwich, ma’am!” Sona stammered.

“Good! Now fuck off to that pantry and start over! We don’t have all night here!”

As Haruka pushed Sona towards the direction where the pantry was located, the latter’s cooking class was far from over.

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Yeah, sorry about the rather short update. But the next chapter is where things start to get cookin’ again, you can have a look on my P treon

Btw, for those who want to have a better visual of Rias’ outfit in this chapter, you can have a look in my AO3 counterpart.