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Kuoh Academy

Kuoh, Japan

The sky churned, thick with dark, ominous clouds, as if the very heavens recoiled from the battle about to unfold.

Inside the meeting chamber, Satria and his clone stood face to face.

The air crackled with tension, every breath a prelude to the inevitable clash of titans.

"Such… unholy power."

Xenovia's voice wavered as she gripped her sword, her knees trembling beneath the sheer weight of the dark aura emanating from Satria's blade.

She had faced many monsters before.

But this—

This was something else.

Kiba, normally composed, clenched his jaw. "Ugh… I can feel it—that blade is… suffocating." Even though he was a Devil, the sheer bloodlust pouring from the weapon sent chills down his spine.

Irina, fists clenched, glared at their opponent.

"How many innocents have you slaughtered with that sword, heretic?!" she snapped, her righteous fury burning through her fear.

But her body—

It refused to move.

Something in her very soul recognized the power standing before her.

Then—

Laughter.

Low, twisted, and rising into madness.

"Ehaheh heh hah hah heha!"

Satria's dark voice resonated through the chamber, shaking the very walls.

Satria's dark voice resonated through the chamber, shaking the very walls.

"Innocents?" he sneered, his smirk wicked.

"I make no distinction between the guilty and the pure. There are no innocents in this world."

His crimson lightning crackled violently around him.

"The strong eat the weak—"

His eyes gleamed with cold amusement.

"And I eat the strong."

"Magnificent."

A silken voice purred within Satria's mind.

Fatalis.

His partner.

"As expected from my mate." Her mirth dripped with bloodlust. "Tell me… why fight the Biblical Factions alone?"

Satria's grin widened.

"Simple." His fingers tightened around the hilt of his blade. "I want to see just how wide the gap is… between me and them."

Fatalis chuckled darkly.

"Hoo~ How interesting." Her whisper was sultry, yet deadly.

"I hope you make this worth my time."

Across the room, the leaders of the Biblical Factions stood ready.

Serafall's usual playfulness vanished, her ocean-blue eyes turning to ice.

"Sirzechs… Get ready."

Sirzechs Lucifer, the Crimson Satan, stood tall and unyielding, his scarlet hair flowing like a river of blood.

His voice was calm, yet absolute.

"Grayfia."

The silver-haired maid snapped to attention.

"Take everyone to safety. This place will become a battlefield."

"Understood."

With a flick of her wrist, teleportation magic flared, whisking away those unfit for war.

"Michael-sama!"

"Serafall-sama!"

"Garou-kun—?!"

"You're better off with them," Garou muttered, pushing Emilia away into Grayfia's teleportation spell.

"Leave this battle to me."

The Archangel and the Devil King shared a glance.

No words were needed.

For the first time in history—

Angels and Devils would fight together.

Michael's golden radiance intensified.

"We cannot allow this evil to roam free."

Serafall's aura chilled the very air, frost forming beneath her feet.

"For once… I agree with you."

Azazel let out a low whistle, rolling his shoulders as his Balance Breaker activated.

His golden armor gleamed, a stark contrast to Vali's—but the power was the same.

He cracked his knuckles.

"Guess I'll handle the psycho-bitch."

With a single burst, he slammed into Katarea, sending them crashing through the wall.

"You disgusting crow! Get off me!" Katarea shrieked, hatred burning in her eyes.

Azazel grinned.

"Not a chance, sweetheart."

Back in the meeting chamber, Satria raised his blade.

"Good."

He smirked.

"I like leaders who make quick decisions."

His black sword pulsed, infused with Dark Dimension Energy and Haoshoku Haki.

"But it's such a pity… that leaders like you will die here." He tilted his head, mock sympathy in his tone. "I'll be merciful, though. Surrender and swear loyalty to me, then... I will ensure you and your people live." His eyes flashed. "How about that?"

Sirzechs growled, his power boiling over.

"I refuse!" His voice thundered, shaking the room.

"Who the hell do you think you are, human?!"

Michael's wings flared, countless spears of light materializing in the air.

"You can't be human. We will defeat you… and reveal your true self."

Serafall's glare could shatter mountains.

"You have no chance of winning this, Black Flash. Surrender!"

"No!"

A fist rocketed forward—

Aimed directly at Black Flash.

His own clone lunged at him.

"You're mine, bastard!"

The room erupted in chaos.

Kazuma—forgotten amidst gods and monsters—

Could only whisper a silent prayer.

'Someone... God... Or whoever is listening to my prayers... Please save me from here!'

Satria's smirk vanished.

"Unfortunate."

With one swing, his black sword cut through the air—

A terrifying force erupted forth.

A howling, black dragon materialized, its massive jaws splitting the air itself.

"CALAMITY DEPARTURE."

•

In a place hidden from the eyes of gods and mortals alike, a figure sat upon a throne of shadows.

Her lips curled into an amused smile as she watched the battle unfold, golden eyes gleaming with something between delight and hunger.

She shifted, crossing her legs, her form draped in cosmic darkness—a body of ever-shifting hues, reality itself warping around her presence.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips.

"How lovely~"

She traced a finger along the armrest of her throne, the very space around her trembling at her touch.

"This female form is… not bad."

Her voice was silken—a melody of both elegance and destruction.

"Unlike those pathetic fools outside, I never grow bored watching him."

Her eyes burned, flickering with ancient power.

"It was not a mistake, granting him a fragment of my strength."

She leaned forward, her gaze piercing through the veil of existence, watching her consort.

Then—

Her lips parted.

And the universe itself shuddered.

"Look upon my visage and know fear."

Her voice was a whisper and a scream, echoing in the souls of all who dared to listen.

"Hear my words in your very essence… and feel it crumble."

The stars themselves trembled, their light dimming as if cowering before her presence.

Her fingers curled, and the fabric of space cracked at her mere gesture.

"I scream blood and murder at your weak stars!"

Her laughter rang out like a funeral bell, each note weaving despair into existence.

Her golden irises pulsed—a celestial prophecy woven into her words.

"And the day when eternal darkness meets its match shall come."

A slow smile spread across her lips, her gaze intensely fixed on the battlefield.

"Show me more of your beauty, my consort."

She leaned back, her form melding with the shadows, fingers curling like a puppeteer waiting for her next move.

"Show these insignificant creatures… the might of Dormammu."

•

Satria—**or rather, Black Flash—**shuddered.

A weird chill ran down his spine, the kind you get when you know someone's staring at you just a little too hard.

"What the… Am I imagining things?" he muttered, glancing around.

No—this was real.

Somebody was watching.

Not just watching—practically breathing down his neck.

It wasn't the usual "I-want-to-kill-you" stare.

No, no.

This was different.

This was "I'm-evaluating-you-like-a-juicy-steak" levels of intense.

His eye twitched.

He was used to being the hunter, not the appetizer.

His grip tightened around his sword.

"Alright, whoever's out there with the heavy breathing—buy me dinner first!" he snapped, shaking off the unease.

His gaze swept over the battlefield.

Total devastation.

The Biblical Faction's leaders had been sent flying, some of them probably reconsidering their life choices mid-air before landing in very undignified positions.

Others lay flat on their backs, staring at the ceiling like NPCs after losing a cutscene fight.

One poor guy twitched. Another let out a soft, defeated "ow."

"...Whoops." Satria rubbed the back of his head. "Okay, maybe I overdid it a little," he admitted.

But that damn presence was still there.

Watching.

Judging.

Possibly drooling.

Satria let out a long, exaggerated sigh.

"First, I have to deal with these guys." He gestured at the battlefield. "Now, I've got some weirdo creeping on me? Great! Why am I always surrounded by strange people?"

•

The tense teleportation flash faded, and the room was filled with confused faces.

"This is... the Occult Research Club?" Rias blinked. "Grayfia, why did you bring us here?"

Grayfia, ever the composed maid of Sirzechs Lucifer, crossed her arms.

"Sirzechs-sama deemed the battlefield too dangerous. You are all still young, and we cannot risk unnecessary casualties."

A heavy silence followed—before the inevitable protest.

"EXCUSE ME?!"

Rias' crimson eyes flared with indignation. Sona adjusted her glasses furiously. Issei looked ready to throw hands (or, more realistically, boobs).

"You think we can't handle ourselves?" Rias argued. "We've been through countless battles!"

"I'm the Heiress of House Sitri! I won't stand by while others fight!" Sona chimed in.

Issei pumped his fist. "Yeah! I've trained hard! I won't lose to that jerk, Black Flash!"

Koneko, standing beside him, sighed internally.

'He doesn't realize who he's picking a fight with…'

Meanwhile, in a corner—

Emilia whispered urgently to Valiana, the White Dragon Emperor. "Valiana-san, are we actually safe? This feels… too much."

Valiana smirked. "Don't worry, Emilia. My husband knows what he's doing."

Internally, however—

'Why the hell did they teleport me too? Did they think I'm as weak as these clueless chicks?!'

Albion, the ancient dragon within Valiana, chuckled.

"Your mate plays the villain well. He's got guts—challenging all three Biblical Faction leaders at once."

"Heh. That idiot belongs to me." Valiana grinned.

Meanwhile, back in the main room—

Xenovia suddenly leaned closer to Issei, her assets in full display.

"Issei, if you truly defeat Black Flash…" she whispered huskily, "...I'll reward you."

Issei gulped. "R-Reward?"

"You can do whatever you want with my body."

Silence.

Then—

"NOT FAIR! I WANT TO GIVE ISSEI-SAN A PRESENT TOO!" Asia clung to his arm.

"AraAra I won't be left out either." Akeno licked her lips suggestively. "Show us your strength, Issei-kun, and you'll get pleasures beyond your wildest dreams."

Issei.exe has stopped functioning.

His face turned red. His imagination went into overdrive.

"YES! OF COURSE! LEAVE IT TO ME!" He grinned like a maniac.

Koneko facepalmed. "They're not serious… right?"

Valiana, trying not to laugh—'They actually think they can defeat my husband?! In what universe?!'

Albion, cackling in Valiana's mind—'HAAHAA! This is the best joke I've ever heard!'

Ddraig, Issei's dragon, sighed. "I don't know why… but I feel like this is a very bad idea."

Saji, seeing the "rewards" being offered, quickly turned to Sona.

"President! If I defeat the enemies too, do I get a prize?"

Sona: "...No."

Saji: "Aw—HEY!"

Grayfia sighed deeply. "Fine. Go. But don't you regret it later."

Rias smiled triumphantly. "Thank you, Grayfia."

As the group rushed out to battle, Grayfia stood behind, watching.

"...They've grown." And then, with the tiniest smirk—"But they still have no idea what they're getting into…"

•

Azazel, Governor General of Grigori, stood firm as Katarea Leviathan, a remnant of the old era, glared at him with pure hatred.

"Azazel," Katarea spat, dark energy crackling around her. "Your meddling ends here. The era of these so-called new Satans is a disgrace! I will restore what was lost!"

Azazel's golden eyes reflected the moonlight, his expression calm but edged with sharp intent.

"Katarea, you're so fixated on the past that you can't see the future. There's no place for your brand of hatred in the world we're building."

Katarea snarled, summoning a torrent of dark energy. "Then you'll perish along with your dreams!"

With a fierce cry, she unleashed a barrage of demonic magic, each attack warping the space around them. Azazel, quick as a shadow, dodged effortlessly, weaving through the onslaught with practiced ease.

His light spears ignited, golden energy clashing violently against her darkness in a dazzling explosion of power.

Katarea grinned wickedly. "Do you see now, Azazel? This is the power bestowed upon me by Ophis!"

She raised her hands to the sky, the air trembling as an ominous force pulsed through the battlefield.

"Today, I will end that woman and claim the title of Maou Leviathan! Then, Ophis will rule the new world as its god! The system, the laws, everything—reborn under our vision!"

Azazel twirled a light spear in his hand, his expression almost amused.

"You're strong, Katarea. I'll give you that." His voice lowered, his power rising exponentially. "But strength alone isn't enough."

With a swift movement, he merged multiple light spears into one massive construct, its radiance blinding.

"Let's see if you can handle this."

The spear shot forward, slicing through the air like divine judgment itself.

"AGHHHHH!!!"

Katarea tried to shield herself, but the sheer force of the attack overwhelmed her, tearing through her defenses.

'No… no… I can't lose… not like this!'

But then, a mad grin spread across her face.

'Fine. If I die, I'm taking you with me, Azazel.'

Just as Azazel moved in for the finishing blow, dark tendrils shot out from Katarea's body, her arms splitting and extending unnaturally to wrap around him.

Azazel gritted his teeth.

"Dammit—!"

Katarea laughed breathlessly, holding him in a vice grip. "Got you~!"

Her demonic energy surged, glowing violently. A self-destruct spell.

"You're not escaping this one, Azazel! Die with me!"

Azazel quickly analyzed his options. He could feel the surge of energy building—it would consume both of them.

Then, without hesitation—

He severed his own arm and broke free.

Before Katarea could react, Azazel struck a final, fatal blow, ending her in an instant.

Katarea's eyes widened, realization dawning as the darkness faded.

"I… you… bastard…!"

Her body crumbled, disintegrating into nothing.

Azazel exhaled, shaking off the pain.

"One down."

He glanced at his severed arm, shrugged, and then pocketed a small device—an imitation Sacred Gear. "So...That the limit of mere imitation, there's room for improvement probably, stick with me now. Gigantic Dragon, Fafnir."

But then—

"Valiana...?"

A high-speed projectile shot toward him.

Azazel barely had time to react before—

"White Dragon Fist." Valiana channeled the Chi of Shou-Lao and focused it into her hand, sending the leader of Fallen Angels flying through the wall, shocking everyone.

BOOM!

A devastating impact sent him crashing through a wall.

Everyone stared in shock.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Issei shouted, his mind racing. "Did… did Valiana just punch Azazel through a building?!"

Valiana, White Dragon Emperor, lowered her fist, her aura crackling with untamed energy.

Azazel groaned, rising from the rubble. He wiped blood from his lip and stared at her with genuine surprise.

Azazel grimaced. 'What the hell was that punch? It was precise. It was like she gathered all her energy into a single point and struck my vital area.'

"Guess I really lost my edge if I let myself get hit like that," Azazel muttered.

Then, his golden eyes hardened.

"But tell me, Valiana—why the hell did you betray me?"

Valiana simply smirked.

Azazel, still recovering from Valiana's devastating punch, rubbed his sore jaw as he studied his former protégé with a mixture of disappointment and curiosity.

"So, tell me, Valiana…" His golden eyes gleamed with sharp intelligence. "Why the hell are you siding with Chaos Brigade?"

Valiana simply shrugged, her expression utterly relaxed.

"There's no grand reason," she said with a carefree smirk. "Their side is more fun. That's all."

Azazel let out a dry chuckle. "Oh, I see… So the great White Dragon Emperor has finally bowed to Ophis? How disappointing."

Valiana waved a hand dismissively. "No, no. I'm just cooperating." She leaned against a nearby wall, arms crossed. "Ophis asked if I wanted to fight Asgard, and honestly, it sounded like a good idea to test my strength."

She shot Azazel a knowing look. "I'm pretty sure you wouldn't let me pick a fight with Valhalla and the other Earth gods, would you?"

Azazel sighed, rubbing his temples. "I told you to get stronger, not to contribute to the destruction of the world."

Valiana scoffed. "Like I care? I just want to fight strong opponents." Then, her expression darkened slightly. "And… there are other things you don't need to know, old man."

Albion's chuckling voice echoed in Valiana's mind.

"Your mate's definitely gonna lecture you later about karma for disrespecting your parents," Albion teased. "You know he's from a country that reveres elders, right? Oh, I can't wait for the day your own kid treats you just like this—just like Azazel's getting from you right now. Hahaha!"

Valiana twitched. "Shut up!" she hissed mentally. "You really think I'd let my brat act like a punk? Not happening under my watch."

Azazel, meanwhile, sighed deeply. His expression softened, but his eyes held a weight of regret.

"You're hiding a lot from me, aren't you?" he murmured. "While your boyfriend is out there trying to achieve peace, you're siding with the very people who want to destroy it."

His voice became quieter, tinged with disappointment. "I wanted the best for you, Valiana. I didn't want you to go through the same pain you endured in the past."

Valiana's smirk faltered—just for a second. But she quickly recovered.

"Talk all you want, Azazel," she said, flicking a stray strand of hair from her face. "It won't change my decision."

Azazel narrowed his eyes. "Then tell me the truth. When I learned Katarea and the Old Devil Faction joined up with the Chaos Brigade… I had a suspicion."

The tension in the air grew thick.

"What exactly are you trying to say?" he asked.

Valiana's smirk widened, a knowing glint in her eyes.

"Don't play dumb, Azazel." She stepped forward, her presence commanding attention. "I'm a half-blood, born to a human mother…"

She paused dramatically.

"…and the granddaughter of an Old Demon King."

A stunned silence filled the room.

Rias' eyes widened in disbelief. "No way… You have Old Demon King blood in you?"

Ddraig's deep voice rumbled from the Boosted Gear on Issei's hand.

"I see… So that's why she was dubbed the strongest White Dragon Emperor in history." Ddraig let out a reluctant sigh. "You're lucky to have a host like her, Albion."

Albion chuckled darkly in response.

"Lucky? You have no idea about the antics in this family."

The others blinked.

"Uh… What?" Issei scratched his head.

"Silence, fool!" Valiana snapped, cutting off Albion's musings. "Stop rambling about our family matters!"

She turned her gaze back to Azazel, her expression fierce.

"Now, where were we?" Her eyes glowed with dangerous excitement. "Ah, yes… I inherited Royal Blood. And my human side houses the Vanishing Dragon."

A powerful pressure radiated from her, making the air shimmer with raw energy.

"If fate and miracles truly exist in this world…" she whispered, her voice carrying an unshakable resolve.

"Then I am their proof."

She lifted her chin, a bold grin on her face.

"My true name is—"

"Valiana Lucifer."

To be continued...