High School DxD: Sons of Satan

In the elegant sitting room of the Gremory Clan's mansion, the air was thick with the scent of fine tea leaves and subtle tension.

The late morning sun spilled through the tall windows, but inside, things were far from peaceful.

At a round marble table adorned with a tea set and fresh biscuits, two noble figures sat across from each other.

The woman, dignified and graceful, had long flaxen hair and violet eyes that, despite her warm smile, held back her true emotions.

She was dressed in regal white robes, the fabric embroidered with black designs.

This was Venelana Gremory, formerly Venelana Bael, matriarch of the Gremory household.

Across from her, seated rigidly with a teacup in hand, was a tall, imposing man with long crimson hair tied into a neat ponytail, who had bright blue eyes and a short, red beard with horn-like protrusions.

His fingers trembled against the porcelain.

This was Zeoticus Gremory, current head of the Gremory clan and husband to the increasingly dangerous woman in front of him.

Venelana sipped her tea with perfect posture, humming a pleasant tune as though nothing in the world was amiss.

But Zeoticus, who had known her for centuries, could feel the low-burning fury simmering beneath her gentle demeanor.

He cleared his throat.

"Venelana, are you… alright?"

He said cautiously, setting his teacup down with a soft clink. 

Venelana paused her humming and turned her eyes toward her husband with a sweet smile that somehow made the room feel colder.

"Yes, Zeoticus. I am perfectly fine… Well, aside from the overwhelming urge to bury our son alive the moment I see him for somehow siring a firstborn child without telling anyone, especially not his mother, nor having the decency to introduce our grandson to us…"

Her smile widened slightly as her violet eyes practically glowed.

"Other than that... I am indeed fine, my love."

Zeoticus blinked and gave a weak, nervous chuckle.

"Ah… right. Perfectly fine."

He swallowed and thought to himself with growing dread.

(Son… you better have one hell of an apology planned. Because your mother is not pleased.)

The moment of silent terror was interrupted by the echoing sound of the large doors swinging open with a creak.

"MOTHER! FATHER!"

A cheerful voice rang through the room as a young girl with long crimson hair and sparkling blue eyes bounded toward them with energetic steps.

Behind her followed another girl of the same age, with long raven-black hair tied in a high ponytail and violet eyes, wearing a traditional miko outfit, and walking with quiet poise, though her expression was warm and gentle.

Venelana's stern features instantly softened at the sight of her daughter.

"Rias, Akeno, welcome. You seem rather excited. Is something the matter?"

Rias skidded to a stop right in front of them, eyes sparkling with excitement, her hands clasped tightly together.

"Mother! Father! Is it true?! Is it really true that big brother Sirzechs has a son who is half-human half-devil, and the famous Red Dragon Emperor who killed a god?!"

Venelana glanced toward Zeoticus, who immediately looked away and pretended to sip his tea again.

Venelana smiled gently at her daughter and answered.

"Yes, darling. It is true."

Rias's entire body lit up with excitement.

"That's so cool! Oh, can we visit him? Please, can we go meet him?! I want to see what he looks like and what he's like! I want to meet my nephew!"

Before Venelana could say anything, Zeoticus hurriedly raised his hand.

"Rias, perhaps we should wait until your big brother comes back first. It might be best to... coordinate with him before we visit."

Rias deflated slightly, her face scrunching into a small pout.

"But Father… I really wanna meet him! Can't we just call Big Brother or something?"

Venelana, however, raised an eyebrow with sudden interest and calmly asked.

"Rias, dear. Is there a… particular reason... you're so eager to meet him?"

The question hit Rias like a splash of cold water.

Her excitement flickered, and her eyes widened ever so slightly as she stiffened under her mother's gaze.

(Oh no. I can't tell them the real reason why I want to meet him. If they find out then...)

She opened her mouth, then closed it, visibly trying to find the right words.

Akeno, quick to pick up on the shift in atmosphere, stepped in smoothly with a smile.

"Venelana-sama, I believe Rias just got caught up in the excitement. But perhaps… we should wait until Sirzechs-sama returns."

Venelana tilted her head, studying both girls closely.

Her smile didn't falter, but the sharpness in her gaze made Rias squirm.

"…Yes. Perhaps that's best."

She said slowly.

Rias let out a tiny sigh of relief and nodded rapidly.

"Yes! We'll wait! Of course! We'll wait!"

Akeno gave a small bow, hiding her relief well.

"Thank you for your time, Venelana-sama, Zeoticus-sama. We'll take our leave now."

As the two girls turned to go, Rias glanced over her shoulder with renewed cheer.

"Oh! We should tell little Millicas! He'd love to know he has a big brother now!"

Venelana smiled sweetly and waved them off.

"Of course, dear. Go on."

The girls disappeared through the door, the sound of Rias' excitement fading down the hallway.

The room was quiet again.

Venelana turned back to her husband, her smile still in place.

Zeoticus immediately looked down at his teacup, trying not to make eye contact.

"Zeoticus."

She said in a calm and reasonable voice.

"Yes, dearest?"

"When Sirzechs returns, do make sure he's escorted directly to me."

Zeoticus gulped and nodded.

"Yes, of course."

As he said this, he murmured in his mind.

(Son, you're on your own. Good luck.)

DxD

Somewhere in the Nine Realms.

In Asgard, an elderly man wearing blue robes and a monocle on his left eye sat alone upon his high throne.

Odin, King of the Æsir, Allfather of the Norse pantheon, reclined slightly on his throne, the divine spear Gungnir resting beside him.

His remaining eye stared into the streams of thought and memory passed to him by his twin ravens perched atop each of his armored shoulders, Huginn and Muninn.

The two birds flapped their wings occasionally as they whispered their report, their voices barely audible except to Odin's ears.

"The Tepes line lies in ruin..."

Huginn murmured in a voice like rustling parchment.

"Slain by the beast in red and those who walk beside him..."

Muninn added with a solemn echo.

Odin hummed to himself, fingers stroking his silver beard, lips curling into a half-smile as he leaned back in his throne.

A low chuckle escaped him, echoing through the empty court.

"Good riddance to those arrogant bloodsuckers. They deserve what's coming to them."

He muttered, his voice gravelly but amused, and let out a full-bellied laugh.

"And bravo to the Pendragon boy! First, he lays low an Evil God; now, he topples a vampire dynasty. He's shaping up to be quite the interesting brat."

Before he could muse further, a gentle cough echoed through the marble chamber.

Odin blinked and looked down from his throne.

Standing just before him, her posture rigid and respectful, was a tall, beautiful young woman clad in full Valkyrie armor, her long silver hair combed neatly, and her aqua-colored eyes avoiding direct contact.

Odin grinned.

"Ah! Rossweisse, my favorite Valkyrie! Did you manage to do the very important thing I discussed earlier?"

Rossweisse flushed red to the tips of her ears, her hands clasped behind her back as she fought to retain her composure.

"Y-yes, Allfather... Your appointment with the 'Oppai Club' has been successfully scheduled. You have a private booth and an overnight reservation... As you requested."

She said with strained professionalism. 

Odin raised a hand and gave her an enthusiastic thumbs-up.

"Perfect. Excellent work, as always! I knew I could count on you, my little mai-I mean... bodyguard."

Rossweisse forced a smile, twitching slightly at the corners.

"Is there… anything else you require, Allfather? Probably something important, such as... documents, important meetings, or anything similar?"

Odin leaned on the side of his throne, eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Hmm… Rossweisse, can you not loosen up even a bit? You're so stiff most of the time. No wonder you haven't landed a boyfriend yet! They're probably too boring in their eyes."

The moment the words left his mouth, Rossweisse visibly stiffened, her expression cracking.

"That's… not fair…"

She whimpered quietly, slowly sinking to the floor beside the throne.

"Please don't remind me that… It's just been so hard to get into a relationship..."

She hugged her knees in comical despair, streams of tears rolling down her cheek.

The massive doors of the throne room creaked open once again, and a graceful yet powerful presence entered the chamber.

Approaching the throne was a tall, statuesque woman draped in flowing robes, her honey-blonde hair braided intricately and adorned with flowers, and her golden eyes were sharp with disapproval at the old man.

"Odin, must you torment your Valkyries with such cruelty?"

She said curtly, her voice tinged with reprimand.

Odin blinked and chuckled nervously.

"Frigg, my love… I assure you, it was a harmless jest. She's always so serious, I thought I'd get a smile out of her."

Frigg shook her head and made her way toward Rossweisse, who was still curled up like a disappointed child.

The queen of Asgard knelt beside the young Valkyrie and gently began patting her head, her voice soft.

"There, there. Don't mind him. You're lovely and capable, and any suitor would be lucky to have you."

Rossweisse sniffled softly.

"Y-you really think so…?"

Frigg nodded.

"Of course. You just need to smile more. And perhaps avoid speaking about work in casual conversations."

Rossweisse managed a tiny smile and wiped her eyes, trying to regain her professional stance.

"I'll… I'll try, my lady…"

Meanwhile, Odin turned back to his ravens, his mirth fading as he gestured for them to take flight.

"Huginn. Muninn. Go fly. Keep watch over the Red One. I want eyes on him when he goes into action again."

The two ravens flapped their wings, launching into the air and disappearing into a portal that closed behind them.

Frigg stood, brushing her hands off, and looked back at Odin with a piercing gaze.

"Ever since his debut in Ireland, you seem quite invested in this boy."

Odin's good eye narrowed as he sat straighter on his throne, his jovial tone replaced by seriousness.

"I am. There's something about him. Something tangled in fate. His steps ripple across the branches of Yggdrasil. I can feel it in the Well of Urd. The future has become… uncertain."

Frigg's expression grew serious.

"Is that… a good thing? Or a bad thing?"

Rossweisse stood attentively beside her, curious despite herself.

Even though she could feel the air shift, the Allfather was never vague without reason.

Odin looked at both women, his eye distant yet focused.

"I don't know"

He said after a long pause.

"But I hope it's a good thing. Because if it isn't…"

He didn't finish the sentence, but the silence that followed was more ominous than any words.

DxD

Somewhere in Japan, a sleek high-rise tower loomed above the cityscape, its glass windows reflecting the urban lights.

On the topmost balcony of that tower, the gentle breeze rustled the curtains behind a half-open door, carrying with it the faint sounds of sirens and distant laughter from the streets below.

A tall man sat on a polished ebony chair, poised near a marble table.

His brown hair was slicked back neatly, and his silver eyes shimmered in the moonlight.

His features were sharp and noble, yet so cold that they instilled instinctive caution.

He held a wine glass between his fingers, the red wine within moving around, and brought the glass to his lips and took a quiet sip.

Floating before him in the air was a translucent screen, and on it played looped footage of the Tepes Castle ruins, crimson flames consumed the battlefield, vampires turned to ash, and the sky had burned red as Arthur, in his Juggernaut Drive, descended upon the battlefield.

The man watched intently, his eyes unblinking.

"Fascinating... Such raw power and yet controlled. And those eyes… they were not lost in the madness."

He muttered to himself.

The man leaned back slightly, letting the glass rest in his hand as his expression darkened with curiosity, the kind a man of science might have.

Just then, behind him, a teleportation circle flashed, and a figure emerged from its center, kneeling immediately.

A male fallen angel, cloaked in dark armor and bearing two black wings, bowed low with reverence.

"Lord Satanael, I bring news."

The fallen said, his voice laced with respect.

Satanael didn't turn, but simply gestured with one gloved hand, signaling the fallen to speak.

"The Utsusemi Agency has responded. They have accepted the alliance… on the condition that their autonomy is respected."

Satanael's silver eyes narrowed, not in disapproval but calculation.

"Expected. They are prideful insects hiding behind the scenes. And yet… useful."

The fallen angel nodded.

"Additionally, a boy and a girl, both claiming ties to the Nakiri Clan, have made contact with our observers. They appear to be seeking an audience."

At this, Satanael finally turned his gaze slightly toward the fallen angel, his voice now low and commanding.

"Send in the Abyss Team. Secure the two humans. If they hold anything of value, I want them extracted."

The fallen angel bowed his head.

"As you command, Lord Satanael. Anything else?"

Satanael turned fully toward the screen again, the footage of Arthur's rampage still playing in slow loops.

"Gather everything we can about the Red Dragon Emperor. If possible, I want data on his Boosted Gear."

The fallen gave one final nod.

"As you wish, my lord."

He said, before vanishing in a flash, the teleportation circle vanished along with him.

Now alone once more, Satanael leaned forward and tapped the screen.

It zoomed in on Arthur's final attack, releasing a burst of pure destructive beam that left the battlefield and the castle in ruin.

He replayed that frame many times, and a small, delighted smile played at the edge of his lips.

"So much potential for chaos and evolution."

He stood slowly, walking to the edge of the balcony, looking out over the neon-lit sprawl of Tokyo as the wind tugged at his coat, but he didn't notice.

"How beautiful,"

He said, spreading his arms as if embracing the city.

"The world is changing. The wheels of fate spin anew. And when it breaks… I will be there."

His smile widened, silver eyes glowing faintly in the dark.

"And I cannot wait to understand you, Arthur Pendragon."

The screen cracked and dimmed, the sound of Arthur's draconic roar echoing one last time across the still night.

DxD

At the heart of Vatican City, in an interrogation chamber, a small table stood at the center, surrounded by two chairs, and only one was currently occupied.

Dulio sat comfortably, legs stretched and hands folded behind his head, his chair tilted back at a precarious angle.

His expression was annoyingly calm, carefree even, as if he hadn't just been responsible for causing the deaths of the Council.

The golden-haired youth looked as if he were lounging on a summer day, not sitting in the middle of an official disciplinary inquiry.

Across from him, pacing with tension in every step, was Uriel, the Flame of God, who is currently very frustrated.

His face, usually serene and unreadable, was twisted with disbelief, as if trying to process just how absurd this whole situation had become.

His eyes finally locked onto Dulio again, and he stopped pacing.

"Do you even realize what you've done?"

Uriel said sharply, voice echoing slightly through the sanctified walls.

"Do you understand what your actions have caused?"

Dulio didn't flinch or stop smiling.

He turned his head lazily toward the Seraph and nodded once.

"Yep. I totally did."

He said, popping the "p."

Uriel's lips tightened, his fingers twitched before he slammed his palm on the table, not out of violence, but exasperation.

"Then give me a reason!"

Uriel shouted, wings flaring for a brief second in a flare of holy light.

"Give me one good reason why you did it! Why you, Heaven's Vanguard, would cause such a scene!"

Dulio lowered his chair back onto all four legs, his expression unchanged.

He slowly reached forward and tapped at the folder on the table, filled with reports, images, and names.

"You already know the reason. Everyone knows now. Hell, I bet even old man Strada knows. So why do I need to explain it again?"

Dulio said flatly. 

Uriel ran a hand down his face and rubbed his temple, inhaling deeply.

There was a long pause, and he sighed.

"I understand why you did it. I almost wanted to pat you on the back for doing it."

Dulio smirked.

"You're welcome."

Uriel gave him a silent glare.

He leaned over the table now, both hands pressed against the surface as he looked the younger man directly in the eyes.

"What I want to know is why you would go that far. Why risk the instability of the entire Church and its faith? Why not at least attempt a more rational, diplomatic approach?"

The joking look in Dulio's eyes dimmed.

He sat up straight for the first time, and his expression grew serious.

"Because people like the council wouldn't have listened otherwise. Such as when they turn war orphans like him into child soldiers against their wishes, and close their eyes while innocent people are dying because they are no longer useful. Innocent people, whole families, children, were butchered by the supernatural or other humans while they sat in their thrones arguing about the status quo or the greater good."

Uriel remained still; he knew Dulio was referring to his dark past.

"When vampires marched on cities, when exorcists died begging for help that never came, they still did nothing. So yeah, I made my choice. We all did. Me, Arthur, the others... We decided we're done waiting for the world to change."

Dulio continued, his voice filled with conviction. 

Another long pause followed, and Uriel slowly sat in the chair across from him, folding his hands together.

"So you think that joining Arthur in this… new organization he's forming, you believe that's the best way to make a difference?"

Uriel said slowly, and Dulio didn't hesitate to answer.

"I don't 'think' so, Uriel, I know so. Just one look in his eyes, and I knew."

Uriel tilted his head.

"Knew what?"

"That he CAN do it."

Dulio answered firmly.

"Arthur is not just strong; he understands what needs to be done. He doesn't want power or glory. He wants to protect others from suffering, and he doesn't hesitate. He's the kind of person who makes things happen, even if the world stands against him. That's the kind of person I can follow."

Uriel leaned back in his chair, exhaling heavily as he stared at the ceiling.

A faint groan escaped his lips, and he muttered to himself.

"You two are going to be the death of me."

Dulio grinned.

"I'll take that as a compliment."

With that, the golden-haired exorcist stood up from his chair and began walking toward the door.

"Where do you think you're going? You're still being interrogated."

Uriel asked, lifting a brow.

Dulio glanced back over his shoulder with a playful glint in his eye.

"Come on, Uriel. You and I both know this interrogation's just for formality. I'm not getting punished. No one's gonna throw Heaven's strongest exorcist in a cell when the world's starting to crack again."

Uriel stared at him, expression unreadable.

Dulio reached for the door handle.

"Though if you could talk the other exorcists out of going rogue, that'd be great. I'd appreciate it. Thanks!"

He gave a cheeky salute, opened the door, and disappeared into the hall with a casual wave.

Uriel sat there in silence for a long moment. The Seraph stared at the files on the table, at the photographs of a crimson red hair young man with emerald green eyes.

He rubbed his face again, sighing heavily.

"His eyes... They really do look like hers."

He muttered to himself. 

DxD

Hello readers!

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Now, do me a favor and give me all your Power Stones.

Thank you, everyone, and see you later!