Riser Phenex? DXD SI. Multicross?

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(Pov. Riser Phenex.)

"Remember," I said, my voice calm but firm, "the Zanpakutō is not just a weapon. It is an extension of yourselves, a reflection of your soul."

"To awaken your Zanpakutō," I continued, "you will need to meditate. Reach into the depths of your being. The spirit of the sword will manifest to you, perhaps as a voice, an image, or a sensation."

I watched as Sona, always the studious one, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, clearly trying to start the process immediately.

"Don't rush," I gently cautioned. "This is not a race. Each of you will have your own pace, your own path to..."

Suddenly, a bluish glow enveloped Sona. Her eyes opened abruptly, wide with surprise.

SPLASH!

A jet of water shot from the tip of her Zanpakutō, dancing in the air for a moment before dissipating.

"Incredible," I murmured, genuinely impressed. "Sona, it seems you've already established an initial connection."

She blinked, looking a bit dazed. "I... I heard a voice. Something about 'flow and change'."

I nodded, smiling. "That's an excellent start. Now, about the training..."

I paused, organizing my thoughts. How to explain years of knowledge and experience in a few words?

"The training will be different for each of you," I began. "For those with Akuma no Mi, you will need to learn to master your new abilities. This will involve a lot of practice and experimentation."

Small sparks danced at the tips of Rias's fingers, an unconscious manifestation of her growing energy.

"For the Zanpakutō," I continued, "the training will be more... spiritual. You will need to strengthen the bond with the spirit of your sword. This might involve more meditation, facing aspects of yourselves you might prefer to ignore."

"And what about the abilities you gave us?" Medea asked, her voice calm but her eyes shining with an intensity that reminded me why she was so feared in her legend.

"Ah, yes," I replied, feeling a slight tingling on my skin as I remembered the transfer process. "These abilities are part of you now, but they still need to be refined. I suggest you start practicing on a small scale, gradually increasing as you become more comfortable."

It was both exciting and terrifying to see them all on the brink of such great power.

"Remember," I added, my voice turning serious, "with great power comes great responsibility. Use these abilities wisely."

I looked at each of them, feeling a wave of pride and affection. They were more than my harem, more than allies. They were my family, my hope for a better future.

"I will be here to guide you," I promised. "But in the end, true power will come from within you. Trust in yourselves, trust in each other."

WHOOSH!

Another gentle breeze passed through the room, as if sealing my words. I saw determination in Rias's eyes, curiosity in Sona's, a burning flame in Medea's.

"Now," I said, a smile forming on my lips, "who's ready to begin?"

A chorus of enthusiastic voices filled the air. I laughed, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. The path ahead would be difficult, full of challenges I could hardly imagine. But looking at the determined faces around me, I felt a spark of hope.

Maybe, just maybe, we could change destiny. And I would do everything in my power to ensure we had that chance.

As I began to guide the first training session, I couldn't help but think of Athena, of our newly formed alliance. How would she react knowing I was strengthening my group so quickly?

FLASH!

For a moment, I saw her face in my mind, those blue eyes filled with wisdom and... something more.

I shook my head, pushing the thought away. There was much to be done, much to be prepared. The future was uncertain, full of dangers, but with this group by my side, I felt that maybe, just maybe, we could face anything destiny threw our way.

And so, with the sound of metal against metal, water dancing in the air, and the hum of newly awakened powers, we began our journey towards an unknown but full of possibilities future.

**

(Pov Shadow.)

SLASH! THUD!

My spear cut through the air, piercing another evil spirit that dared to approach. Its ethereal body dissipated into dark mist, joining the shadows that permeated this cursed land.

"Pathetic," I murmured, my red eyes scanning the horizon for more prey.

WHOOSH!

The icy wind of the Shadowlands whipped my purple hair, a constant reminder of my self-imposed exile. How many centuries had passed since I came here? Time lost its meaning in this realm of eternal twilight.

CRACK! HISS!

Two more spirits emerged from the darkness, their empty eyes fixed on me. With a fluid motion, I spun my spear, Gáe Bolg, and dispatched them effortlessly.

"Is that all you have to offer?" I taunted, my voice laden with boredom and contempt.

Centuries of monotony had hardened my heart. I, Scáthach, the Warrior Queen, reduced to exterminating worthless vermin day after day. An existence without purpose, without true challenge.

THUMP-THUMP...

My heart beat, an irritating reminder that, despite everything, I still lived. Immortal, yes, but trapped in an existence that had long lost its flavor.

"Haaa!"

With a cry of frustration, I hurled Gáe Bolg into the air. The spear spun, cutting down dozens of spirits that I hadn't even noticed approaching.

CLANG!

I caught the spear back, feeling its familiar weight in my hands. How many warriors had I trained with this weapon? How many heroes had I molded only to watch them leave, leaving me behind in this forgotten realm?

"Cú Chulainn..." the name escaped my lips before I could stop it.

WHOOSH!

The wind seemed to howl in response, mocking my loneliness.

My brightest pupil, the Hound of Ulster. Sometimes, on nights like this, I found myself reminiscing about our duels, the gleam in his eyes when he finally managed to wound me. That had been the last time I felt... something. Emotion. Purpose. And then she had a flash in her mind of a woman with blonde hair and green eyes. A smile on her lips.

CRACK! SLASH!

More spirits fell before my spear, their ethereal forms dissipating like smoke. It was almost numbing, this endless dance of death.

"Is there something beyond this?" I murmured to the void. "A worthy challenge? A purpose beyond this empty existence?"

RUMBLE...

The ground trembled lightly beneath my feet, as if the very land of shadows responded to my unrest.

For a brief moment, I felt a spark of... something. A premonition, perhaps? A change in the wind of fate?

WHOOSH!

I raised Gáe Bolg, my eyes scanning the dark horizon. For the first time in centuries, I felt a twinge of anticipation.

"Come," I challenged the shadows. "Show me something new. Give me a purpose beyond this tedious existence."

And so, I continued my eternal dance with the shadows, my spear cutting through the air, dispatching worthless enemies. But now, there was a spark in my eyes, a tension in my muscles.

Something was changing. And I, Scáthach, would be ready to face whatever fate brought.

**

In the distance entering the land of shadows. A woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. She had pairs of wings on fire emerging from her back.

**

(Pov Rumix Phenex. Minutes earlier)

WHOOSH!

The flames dance around me, an extension of my own being. I close my eyes for a moment, letting the memories flood over me.

A thousand years... It seems like yesterday that I was that middle-class devil, trembling under Scáthach's icy gaze.

"Weak," her voice echoes in my mind. "Pathetic."

CRACK!

I open my eyes suddenly, the sound of my own energy crackling in the air bringing me back to the present. I am no longer that scared girl. I am Rumix Phenex, one of the few to reach the level of Satan Class.

"Heh," a bitter smile curves my lips. If Scáthach saw me now...

FWOOSH!

I hurl a fireball at a nearby rock, pulverizing it instantly. The power flows through my veins like lava, intense, uncontrollable.

"Focus, you fool!" Scáthach's voice resonates in my memories. "Power without control is nothing but destructive chaos!"

I take a deep breath, calming the flames that threaten to consume everything around me. Even after all these years, her lessons still guide my steps.

THUMP-THUMP... THUMP-THUMP...

My heart beats at a steady rhythm, an anchor amidst the storm of power that inhabits my being. I remember the endless days of training, every muscle in my body screaming in agony as Scáthach pushed me beyond my limits.

"Stronger!" she would shout. "You want to change the world? Then you must be able to carry it on your shoulders!"

SWOOSH!

I spin my body, executing a sequence of movements that have become second nature. Every gesture, every breath, a deadly dance perfected over centuries.

CRACK! BOOM!

Thunder rumbles in the distance, as if the heavens respond to the imminence of war. I close my eyes once more, seeking that spark of determination that brought me here.

"Remember, child," Scáthach's voice echoes in my mind, softer now. "True power comes not just from brute strength. It comes from unwavering will, from the heart that refuses to give up."

I open my eyes, feeling a new resolution form within me. I am no longer that scared devil who begged for training. I am forged in shadows, tempered by fire, elevated to the level of Satan.

FWOOSH!

My fiery wings open majestically, and a magic circle transforms my outfit. I feel my corset and dress leave my body, giving way to my battle attire. My spear materializes in my hands.

I notice my slender figure, with ample breasts and wide hips, a form that reflects my warrior nature. My pale skin contrasts with the tight outfit I now wear. Predominantly black, with red and purple details, it covers most of my body, including gloves that extend to my arms.

I wield my characteristic spear, Gáe Bolg, feeling its familiar power. As I finish my transformation, I invoke the spell and teleport to the entrance of the Shadowlands, ready to face whatever comes.

WHOOSH!

**

As I finish the teleport, I find myself in rugged terrain, much more terrible than any figure I could conjure in my mind, not even during the old Satan's times, the underworld was as terrible as this place.

The Shadowlands stretch before me, a realm of desolation and twilight. The ground is arid and cracked, with a dark gray hue that seems to absorb the scant light that exists. Jagged and twisted rocks emerge from the ground like the teeth of a slumbering monster.

The sky is a perpetual cloak of heavy, dark clouds, occasionally torn by silent lightning that briefly illuminates the gloomy landscape. There is no visible sun, only a diffuse and oppressive light that doesn't seem to have a defined origin.

Dead and twisted trees dot the terrain, their bare branches like skeletal fingers pointing to the sky. Some are still standing, others lie fallen, forming natural obstacles on the uneven ground.

Pools of a viscous, dark liquid - which could be stagnant water or something more sinister - accumulate in the terrain's depressions. Faint, mysterious vapors emanate from these pools, adding an extra layer of apprehension to the environment.

The wind, when it blows, is cold and carries unsettling whispers and the occasional distant howl of unknown creatures. The air has a pungent smell, a mix of sulfur, decay, and something indescribable that makes the throat close.

On the horizon, sharp and menacing mountains rise, their steep slopes disappearing into the low clouds. Ruins of ancient and long-forgotten structures can be seen scattered across the landscape, silent witnesses to a civilization long lost.

This is a place where hope seems to have been drained, leaving only a sense of emptiness and imminent danger. It's terrain that challenges the senses and tests the courage of anyone who dares to enter it.

I close my eyes and try to feel the energy. Quickly, I sense it.

Ping!

I open my eyes at the same time I feel a massive energy, completely stagnant like a lake. Many would imagine it as a frightening coldness. Many who moved against it met their end. But for me, only a painful sensation permeated my mons pubis. It was almost like anticipation post-battle. I already knew what would happen after our fight.

I moved quickly and in a few seconds, I was in front of her. The woman as beautiful as I, but only more deadly. We silently looked at each other. Almost as if a terrifying pressure was growing. Red eyes met blue eyes.

The air vibrates with tension as Rumix Phenex and Scáthach face each other in the desolate plain of the Shadowlands. Rumix, the determined apprentice, holds her spear firmly, her eyes fixed on her master. Scáthach, the legendary warrior, maintains a relaxed posture, but her crimson eyes shine with intensity.

Rumix is the first to move, advancing with supernatural speed. Her spear cuts through the air, aiming at Scáthach's flank. But the master is faster, dodging with a fluid movement that seems to defy gravity.

"Good attack, but predictable," Scáthach comments, her voice calm as she counterattacks. Gáe Bolg glints, forcing Rumix to retreat.

Rumix spins, using the momentum to launch a series of quick thrusts. Scáthach deflects them with precision, but a subtle smile crosses her lips - her apprentice is improving.

The combat intensifies, the spears clashing in a deadly dance. Sparks fly with each impact, briefly illuminating the dark battlefield. Rumix demonstrates impressive agility, her movements a fusion of learned techniques and natural instinct.

Scáthach, however, always seems a step ahead. She moves like water, flowing around Rumix's attacks with supernatural grace. "Focus," she instructs, her spear passing dangerously close to the apprentice's face.

Determined, Rumix invokes her phoenix flames, enveloping her spear in burning fire. The surprise attack catches Scáthach off guard, forcing her into a more active defense.

For a moment, it seems Rumix might have the advantage, but Scáthach smiles. With an almost imperceptible movement, she disappears from Rumix's sight, reappearing behind her. "Never underestimate your opponent," she warns, the tip of Gáe Bolg lightly touching Rumix's back.

The fight ends as abruptly as it began. Rumix pants, a mixture of frustration and admiration on her face. Scáthach lowers her weapon, her gaze softening.

"You are progressing, Rumix," Scáthach says, her voice carrying a tone of approval. "But there is still much to learn. True strength comes not just from skill, but from the wisdom to use it."

"But you're not here for that. How about we go inside and talk?" Scáthach said, pointing to a distant castle.