"After all,"
The Soul Reaper glanced at Sirzechs in particular, an eerie chuckle escaping his lips. "It wouldn't look good if I were to kill off my own daughter-in-law's brother."
"…What?" Sirzechs didn't react immediately. He forced the foreboding feeling down. The rest of the Satans were stunned, frozen, as if resembling ice sculptures.
It took a few seconds for the shock to subside before a chill went down their spines. Sirzechs, in particular, went pale.
Tatsuya was the son of the Soul Reaper?
A deep sense of loathing settled in Sirzechs' heart.
There were two major anomalies about Tatsuya—his infinite regeneration and Tiamat's relentless devotion.
Could it be that both of these were related to the Soul Reaper?
The Satans shuddered, deep dread filling their entire being.
It would definitely make sense if Tiamat's devotion to Tatsuya was due to her knowing his secret identity.
But what scared them the most was one possibility.
Did…
Did the Soul Reaper have infinite regeneration as well…?
An invisible pressure locked down on the Satans as they numbly followed behind him. If their speculations were true, didn't that mean, unless the True Dragon Gods interfered, the entire Supernatural World was in danger of being slaughtered?
Tatsuya briefly glanced at them before withdrawing his gaze.
Good. Smart people are pleasant to converse with.
With 500,000 Demonic Energy and Ban's Regeneration, Tatsuya truly was near invincible. As the Satans suspected, in this world, perhaps only the True Dragon Gods could actually harm or kill him.
The identity of Soul Reaper would be used frequently from now on.
Endless battles were a definite conclusion.
If he had to hide his regeneration on top of that, it would only make his life harder.
After all, instead of having baseless accusations of Tatsuya and the Soul Reaper being connected, it was better to just shove this notion down their throats.
What could they do?
By forcefully claiming to be his own father, he not only filled the mystery behind Tatsuya's abilities, but the identity of 'Tatsuya' would also gain incredible leverage within the Underworld from now on.
Because he was the son of the 'Soul Reaper.'
Even Sirzechs wouldn't dare touch the weak 'Tatsuya' now.
Tatsuya glanced at the sky, feeling slightly uneasy.
Why had the Dragon God still not shown itself?
With a resigned sigh, he picked up his pace and entered a dilapidated tavern.
Inside sat a small young boy, happily eating a bloodberry tart.
Though, the sudden visit of the Soul Reaper and the Satans made the young child bewildered.
"Uh…"
"How do you want to die?" Tatsuya smiled beneath the mask, his inhuman voice sounding chilly.
The young boy's bewilderment grew. He popped the tart into his mouth in one full bite before pointing at himself. "H-Have I done somethin—"
"Rizevim." Tatsuya cut him off, and the young boy froze.
Rizevim had been pleasantly surprised by the sudden outburst outside the city. He was even glad that he had been inside the barrier; otherwise, his guise would've been torn apart, and he'd have had to flee.
Just now, he was enjoying the endless misfortune the New Devils were facing, but why had this God of Misfortune suddenly come knocking on his door?
"Coming straight towards me?" Rizevim was somewhat flattered. "Did the high and mighty Soul Reaper cause the fireworks outside because of me?" He smiled somewhat foolishly.
"Have I offended you?" Despite his clownish behavior, Rizevim truly didn't want to end up on this guy's bad side. It would be endless trouble.
Just glancing at the pitiful and helpless Satans behind him reaffirmed his decision.
"You kidnapped my son."
Rizevim froze.
"…?"
He almost choked on the spot.
"When did I kidnap your so—" He froze again, meeting the icy gaze of the Soul Reaper. "Yamamoto Tatsuya…?"
"Correct, now die."
Tatsuya spoke lightly and raised his hand.
Rizevim's eyes widened, and his disguise came off. His own Super Devil aura flared, knocking back everything in its way. The tavern was blown apart, and Rizevim glared at the Soul Reaper…
Suddenly—
"ANOMALY—!!!"
A deafening roar shattered the sky.
The Underworld quaked, the ground splitting beneath their feet. The air grew heavy, suffocating. Above, the crimson-streaked heavens tore open like fragile cloth, revealing a gaping void. From within, an overwhelming presence surged forth, its sheer magnitude pressing down on every living soul in the Gremory Territory.
Great Red, the True Dragon God of Dreams, emerged.
His colossal form eclipsed the sky, a titanic dragon of shimmering scarlet scales, each one radiating an otherworldly glow. His wings, vast enough to blot out the stars, unfurled with a sound like a thousand tempests. His eyes, twin orbs of molten gold, burned with an ancient, unrelenting fury. The Underworld trembled under his gaze, mountains crumbling to dust, rivers boiling into mist. The very fabric of the dimension groaned, struggling to contain his existence.
The bloody ceros, still hovering ominously around Tatsuya, flickered and dimmed in his presence, as if acknowledging their inferiority. The Satans froze, their faces pale, their bodies trembling involuntarily. Even Sirzechs, in his apocalyptic form of pure Destruction, staggered, his fissures widening as he fought to remain upright.
The Satans felt a terrifying sense of pressure wash over them, almost forcing them to kneel.
The most horrifying part of this ordeal was that this mind-numbing hatred wasn't targeted at them at all.
Rizevim, his Super Devil aura blazing, stumbled backward, his bravado evaporating. Staring blankly at the sky, his eyes widened in terror as he muttered, "The Dragon God… why…?"
Tatsuya alone stood unmoved.
His masked face tilted upward, his piercing golden eyes locking onto Great Red's. Beneath the mask, his expression was unreadable, but his posture betrayed no fear.
"—BEGONE!!!"
Great Red's voice rumbled throughout the Underworld like thunder.
Tatsuya's voice, cold and inhuman, cut through the air.
"You've come!"
His voice boomed similarly, but everyone present looked at him in shock.
Why… Why did he sound excited?
The Satans exchanged glances, their minds reeling.
Anomaly?
They looked at Tatsuya, their dread deepening. Was this why he had come? Was this why he had unleashed such destruction? To draw out the Dragon God himself? They could not understand the reason behind the Dragon God's fury.
Tatsuya gazed solely at the world-ending being in the sky, his mind shaking.
Great Red— |11,557,899|
A maniacal grin erupted on his face behind the mask.
He spread his arms.
Then, as if clapping, he brought his hands together—
But!
They didn't connect!
A breathless pause. A shimmer between his palms—a membrane, a pressure field? His hands were trembling, and his body shook briefly.
The Satans and Rizevim noticed this gesture, and just as they felt confused, they noticed the sky darkening.
They stiffly raised their heads, and horror filled their eyes.
The sky turned darker.
The bloody ceros multiplied instantly, blotting out the entire sky.
They layered one atop another until they formed a ceiling of blood and fury, trembling under their own weight.
Above it, a spiral began to twist—small at first, almost imperceptible. Then a wind caught, and it grew.
A storm.
A pulling.
The ceros were dragged toward it.
They merged.
Writhing. Clawing at one another. Then fusing, melting into a single mass of boiling red. Chaotic, directionless. A black sun, flaring in the midday sky.
The madness in Tatsuya's eyes deepened as he faced both palms forward.
The sun shattered.
BOOOM!
A vortex of energy, thick and ungovernable, burst outward, then honed itself into a spear of raw annihilation and thundered toward the Dragon God.
Great Red exhaled through his nose.
"HMPH!"
He spread his jaw wide.
Pure white light gathered between his fangs.
Then he released it.
The beam snapped the sky in half.
Both attacks met.
And then—
The world went white.
The shockwaves alone caused the barrier surrounding the Gremory Capital City to burst open. An ice dome appeared above the city; Ajuka did his best to make a temporary barrier, and Sirzechs bombarded the sky with attacks, trying to deflect the shockwaves. Falbium protected the city with his Absolute Defence.
By the time everything had cleared up, Tatsuya and Rizevim had disappeared, leaving Great Red furiously roaring.
…
Rizevim felt his vision blur.
He had been petrified by the sheer pressure emanating from the Dragon God of Dreams when, all of a sudden, he felt himself lose all weight.
A second later, he fell onto his knees, gasping for breath. By the time he gathered himself, he stared at the man in front of him.
His mind was reeling.
What could this man have done for the Dragon God of Dreams to become so enraged?
Rizevim was much more familiar with the True Dragon Gods than anyone else. After observing Ophis for so long, Rizevim had truly deciphered that these beings, who were far above everyone else, seemed to have no purpose in life.
Their existence almost seemed meaningless, with no goals, no aspirations. Even Ophis, who was collaborating with him, only wanted to sleep and enjoy peace in the Dimensional Gap.
So how exactly had this man enraged it?
Rizevim conceded.
He definitely wasn't a match for the Soul Reaper's prowess. The state of the four Satans, especially when two of them were as strong as, if not stronger than, him, had been a clear indicator of his strength.
But even though the Soul Reaper seemed invincible, he was nowhere near close to the strength of the True Dragon Gods.
So why?
Why was Great Red so enraged?
"Do you possess a Sacred Gear?" Rizevim couldn't help but ask as he sneakily glanced around. "How have you cast such seamless instant teleportation?"
His pupils dilated in shock as he realized his current location.
They were in Heaven!
"For a dying dog, you're quite curious." Tatsuya tilted his head with an amused smile. Kaguya hovered behind him, clearly the one who had done the teleportation.
Rizevim frowned grimly, not in the mood to joke around.
"No matter how strong you may be, you can't kill me instantly, especially if I focus on fleeing. The only reason I didn't leave the Gremory Capital City was because of that damned barrier. Don't underestimate me." Rizevim stood up, his aura flaring once again. "The barriers of Heaven left by the Christian God won't be able to hold Great Red for long if he discovers you. Your best course of action will be to let me leave and hide yourself. Don't bring calamity onto yourself."
Tatsuya didn't reply, simply staring at Rizevim without any indication of moving.
Rizevim grew incredibly uneasy.
"Isn't it just about kidnapping your son? We haven't harmed him at all. Drop this matter, and I'll immediately have him released; he's of no great importance to us. Surely, you care about your son. If something happens to me, I wonder when you'll be able to reunite with your son… safely, that is."
Rizevim, like the old Devil he was, instantly strung together the most plausible outcomes for both. He couldn't afford to die yet.
He hadn't released Trihexa yet.
He hadn't witnessed the Otherworld yet, the place where even the True Dragon Gods would be insignificant.
The flame of desire burned deeply within his eyes as he realized his life was truly on the line if the Soul Reaper attacked him without considering the consequences.
"Hehehehehe~"
Suddenly, creepy laughter escaped the lips of the Soul Reaper. The mask caused his giggling to sound distorted and horrifying. It grated Rizevim's ears.
He looked at the maniacal human in front of him and frowned heavily.
Tatsuya's laughter grew.
"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha—!"
Rizevim had devised everything perfectly, but there were a few flaws in his reasoning.
At the moment, Tatsuya had no fear of Great Red finding him.
Nor was he concerned about Tatsuya's safety.
And finally, Rizevim couldn't escape.
As his laughter subsided, the air grew heavy. Rizevim felt it instantly, and just as he was about to escape, a large stretch of blood filled his surroundings. He was instantly enveloped in a bloody sphere. Rizevim paid it no mind and flapped his wings, bursting out of the blood dome.
As soon as his vision cleared, dozens of glowing golden chains erupted from Tatsuya's palm and created a makeshift barrier in the sky. Mysterious runes glowed beautifully, illuminating the surroundings.
This was the same barrier Kushina had created to suppress the Kyuubi, but, being powered by Tatsuya's Demonic Energy, its might had reached an unprecedented level.
Rizevim looked grim as he crashed into the translucent barrier.
He involuntarily bounced back and felt his heart thump.
He turned around and noticed the innumerable bloody spheres forming inside the barrier.
"Fucking lunatic, do you plan to blow yourself up as well!?" Rizevim roared in anger and bombarded the barrier. The chains shook, and the runes flickered, but he couldn't escape.
His face was pale as he constantly attacked the barrier.
But, much to his horror, the bloody ceros began to descend.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The scale of such a battle couldn't be hidden.
The danger sensors of Heaven were already blasting everywhere. Angels had begun to gather as apocalyptic explosions rang constantly, shaking the realm.
Heaven resembled a place sitting above the clouds with a bright white ceiling high overhead. It was guarded by a large gate and had a white stone path and stone buildings, which appeared to be floating.
The First Gate of Heaven stood solemn and unmoving.
Its towering alabaster surface shimmered with sacred light and the sanctum of the righteous. But that sanctity now trembled.
A blaring siren, high and sharp, ripped through Heaven's upper skies.
An SOS alarm.
The highest level of emergency.
From the Garden of Eden to the Soul Purification Depths, every layer of Heaven had heard it. Golden glyphs flared on every holy tablet, glowing red—
[Hostile Entity Detected at Gate One!]
Dozens of Angels shot through the air like divine comets, trailing afterimages of silver and gold. Their wings buzzed with urgency. Orders screamed through mental links. Defensive circles activated. Battle stations armed.
Yet none reached the front line.
Because just outside the First Gate, within a golden rune-lined barrier woven of seemingly holy chains, there was something unbelievable happening.
Inside that blood-glazed cage, the atmosphere churned like boiling tar. Explosions continued one after another, blistering bursts of raw destruction that threw shockwaves up into Heaven's sky. Each blast was followed by an ear-splitting silence. Then another boom. And another.
The chains groaned, stretching, reforming, absorbing damage, reinforced by mysterious glowing runes pulsing with demonic energy.
At the center of it all stood a man, perfectly still, a demonic mask hiding his face.
His body was being obliterated—again and again.
Chunks of flesh burst off his limbs. His left side incinerated entirely. The mask over his face cracked, shattered, and reformed. One leg disintegrated, then immediately began regrowing from torn fibers and molten bone. His chest collapsed inward with a fiery blast, only to balloon outward seconds later as it reassembled.
Death. Rebirth. Silence. Repeat.
A cycle that defied logic.
That defied mortality.
And yet it continued, uninterrupted.
Each time his body was reduced to meat and blood, he came back.
The golden runes around the barrier flickered—pushed to their limit by the chaos within. But they held.
Outside, hundreds of angels had gathered now, weapons drawn, faces pale. Their eyes locked on the figure within the dome. Not a single one dared move forward.
Their target—if he could even be called that—was not attacking.
He wasn't even moving.
Even more terrifying—he wasn't alone.
At his feet lay Rizevim.
Charred.
Barely breathing.
The self-proclaimed Super Devil twitched occasionally, his scorched face twisted into something between disbelief and agony. Most of his body was gone. No healing, no regeneration. He was alive through sheer demonic will—but only barely.
He had been blown apart once. Twice. A dozen times.
But unlike Tatsuya…
He wasn't coming back.
"S-spare me…" the half-dead man whispered.
"—Michael-sama!" a shout rang through the air as a squadron of Seraph-level angels emerged, their wings blazing, their expressions thunderous.
Behind them came the blinding radiance of the Seraphs themselves.
Gabriel. Raphael. Uriel. And above them all—Michael.
Their arrival dimmed the surrounding stars.
Golden halos hovered like crowns above their heads.
Even as they descended, their eyes locked onto the scene—first the barrier, then the figure regenerating endlessly within it, then the barely recognizable husk of Rizevim.
Michael's lips drew tight.
"The Soul Reaper…" Uriel muttered, clenching his fists.
"Impossible," Raphael said softly. "Didn't the data say he was on par with a Satan-Class Devil at best?"
Gabriel said nothing. Her gaze lingered on Tatsuya, her expression unreadable, but fury burned within her angelic eyes.
Michael stepped forward, raising a hand in alarm.
He alone strode toward the apocalyptic barrier.
But suddenly, he froze, and the angels behind him tensed.
The bombardment within the barrier had ceased.
The Soul Reaper, still regenerating, walked toward Rizevim calmly and picked him up by the collar. His body was half gone; organs and blood spilled over. Even his beating heart could be seen from below.
No one knew why he was even still alive.
But—
The angels noticed the Soul Reaper seemingly whisper something in Rizevim's ears.
They could see Rizevim's expression morph into shock and regret before he combusted into flames, disappearing from the world forever.
But that wasn't the end of it.
The angels saw the Soul Reaper turn his head toward them. Half his face was still visible as specks of white slowly gathered back, covering his face.
His dull, dead eye sent a chill down their spines, and if that wasn't enough—
—They saw his lips form a demonic smile before the mask regenerated.
The Soul Reaper turned towards the army of angels.
-x-X-x-
Tatsuya stared at the Angels menacingly.
The assembly of Angels was indeed somewhat intimidating but even the highest power level, Michael, was just 97,789.
To the near 500,000 Demonic Energy bearing Tatsuya that was nothing but a joke.
And the Angels could tell this as well.
The sheer oppressive force waving outwards from him caused their body to tremble and shake in fear. But none of the Angels retreated, they stood fearlessly, weapon clasped and battle ready.
So what if they had to die?
To protect Heaven, to protect the countless innocents, and to protect the Holy Land left by God, they would gladly sacrifice themselves.
A flicker of annoyance passed through Tatsuya's eyes.
He'd love to slaughter them but he could see the invisible barrier above them. Even with his strength it'd take at least five minutes of constant bombardment to break the barrier.
But even that wasn't what deterred Tatsuya from committing a slaughter.
It was his Spidey Sense.
He felt a faint tingle of danger whenever he thought of attacking Heaven.
This made him surprised and thoughtful.
With Great Red on his back and only enough World Essence for one more teleportation, Tatsuya couldn't afford mistakes. Kaguya could only passively stall Great Red from sensing the lingering World Essence.
But who was Tatsuya?
Would he leave without any benefits?
A primal aura erupted from his body, far stronger than before. It crashed towards the Angels and thousands of them instantly fell to their knees, bleeding from their seven orifices.
Even Michael felt his knees buckle from the unrestrained display of power.
But he wasn't too worried, the Soul Reaper had just expended so much energy in killing Rizevim. Did he truly have enough magic reserves to wage war against Heaven?
Fighting against an individual and fighting against an entire race…
The sheer difference between the two was astronomical.
"Are you truly going against Heaven?" Michael asked with a grave face as he raised his hand and stared at the airborne Soul Reaper, "Why?"
Tatsuya lowered his head to match Michael's gaze.
"Negotiation?" He muttered, his inhumane voice echoing in the ears of the soldiers of Heaven, "That is not out of the table. Will you be willing to listen to one of my demands?" He asked softly.
"State it." Michael gritted his teeth.
It was humiliating.
A psychopathic murderer was negotiating with Heaven.
Father… how low we have fallen…
Michael felt a profound sense of sadness settle in his heart.
"Seraph Gabriel."
Suddenly, Tatsuya's voice reached them and the Angels paled.
"I want Gabriel."
"Impossible!" Uriel roared.
Raphael and Uriel immediately jumped in front of the stunned Gabriel, protecting her from his demonic gaze. To them, Gabriel was no different than a precious little sister. How could they accept this unreasonable demand?
Their thoughts were synonymous with all the Angels present.
Michael was not surprised by his request.
"Soul Reaper."
His voice echoed, filled with unwavering determination yet tinged with sadness.
"This is Heaven."
Michael's wings unfurled, bringing a bright radiance with them, it soothed the mind of all the Angels present.
"Heaven may be weak…"
The truth of God's death was not known to most Angels, only privy to the most hierarchical Angels.
Michael's body was covered by armor in an instant. Golden runes shimmered beautifully and they illuminated the surroundings.
"... But it will never cower!"
As Michael's words fell the bloody bruised Angels got up.
Nearly a hundred thousand Angels had gathered and simultaneously their wings unfurled as their holy radiance coalesced in the sky, defying the Soul Reaper's will.
Gabriel felt her eyes go red.
They were all standing up for her.
Many she had never even spoken to or knew.
Yet now, for her, all of Heaven was willing to go into battle.
The Soul Reaper stood alone, a hundred thousand Angels standing against him.
It seemed like a stalemate had been achieved as the Soul Reaper fell silent. Whether out of respect, anger or awe… it remained unknown.
But one thing was for sure.
They would not bow!
But!
He-he-he-he-he-he-he-he...
All of a sudden.
An eerie laughter escaped the Soul Reaper's lips, sending a shiver down the spines of all the Angels present. They could not see his face, but they could imagine the crazed madness hidden behind the mask.
"Angels of Heaven!"
The Soul Reaper's bloody wings retracted yet he stood seamlessly in the air. His bone-chilling voice reached the end of Heaven.
"Do not mistake my mercy for cowardice!"
As his words echoed the Angels noticed the previously holy sky turn red. The holy clouds behind the Soul Reaper began churning.
The Angels watched in horror as the sky began to bleed.
Swirling intangible masses of blood began forming behind the Soul Reaper, hanging like broken stars in the sky. The Angels watched as the attack that had flattened Japan now hovered in numbers of hundreds above them.
The glorious sky of Heaven had been tarnished.
And the Soul Reaper who stood motionless in the sky, the harbinger of death, stared at them silently.
The faces of the Seraphs paled.
"Should you defy my order today—"
The Soul Reaper raised his hand, his fair palm facing the entrance of Heaven.
"—Heaven shall cease to exist."
In response to his words, the bloody ceros in the sky began multiplying, glowing menacingly, washing despair over the Angels.
But they weren't hopeless.
Their faith told them.
Should the Soul Reaper attack Heaven, God will intervene.
God would protect them.
But the Seraphs knew better.
God was dead.
Should the Soul Reaper wage war against Heaven today a mountain of corpses would be formed and rivers of blood would flow.
The Seraphs knew not of the Soul Reaper's confrontation with the Dragon God of Dreams. They did not know the Soul Reaper did not have much time left.
Swish!
All of a sudden, a bright light erupted, like a shooting star and crashed towards the Soul Reaper.
For a second, time froze.
And before the Angels could come to their senses they saw a crying Gabriel standing next to the Soul Reaper.
"N-No!"
"Gabriel!!!"
"Angel Gabriel!!!!"
The voices of the grieving Angels reached her ears, especially those of her dear brothers. Her eyes, filled with tears, could see no one properly, her vision blurry. She looked towards the gathered Angels and smiled, tears streaming down her cheeks.
A smile that was undoubtedly the most beautiful in the world.
Please stay safe.
Her lips parted soundlessly.
"GABRIEL!"
Michael cared for nothing, his face sweating with anxiety, tears threatening to spill. Raphael and Uriel roared behind him.
But in front of their eyes, a bright white light erupted and both the Soul Reaper and Gabriel disappeared.
"ANOMALY!!!"
As they disappeared a furious roar echoed in the Heavens.
But it was too late.
…
Japan, Shibuya.
Inside a seemingly empty house, two individuals appeared out of nowhere.
It was a man and a woman.
The man wore a black robe with white sashes around his arms. There was a small Japanese character near his collar, just above his chest. He had flowing long hair that reached his waist, as black as ink. He wore a demonic mask with two vertical red lines streaming down, and a pair of golden eyes.
Beside him stood a tear-stricken woman, her beautiful yet soft-looking blonde curly hair was slightly dishevelled. She wore golden armor, accentuating her voluptuous figure.
She had a large flower with ribbon-like decoration on the side of her head, near her ear. She wore a thin, ornamental headband with a small design on her forehead. Her eyes were large and reflective, with a downcast, teary expression. Her face was smooth, with delicate features marred by the streaks of tears flowing down.
"You will face retribution one day."
Tatsuya ignored Gabriel's choking voice filled with sorrow.
"I missed about a hundred strands of World Essence," Kaguya whispered in his ear.
Was the fluctuation caused by killing Rizevim and kidnapping Gabriel that great?
"Rizevim was one of the major antagonists of the story. I've gotten about 3,000 Chaos strands just from him." Kaguya frowned, "While absorbing it and trying to hide the fluctuations from the Dragon God of Dreams I had my hands full. The moment Gabriel rushed towards your side the second burst of World Essence, while less wasn't what I could hide."
Tatsuya looked at his panel and noticed the newly acquired 4,000 World Essence, feeling a bit forlorn. A single unhindered Teleportation costs 1,000 World Essence.
Did slaughtering 90% of the Gremory Territory net me nothing?
He couldn't help but ask. The destruction he had caused was as great if not greater than when he attacked Japan first.
"The Heavenly Spirit is strictly controlling the flow of World Essence. Minor acts of genocide won't amount to anything. Unless you change the fate of Major Characters like Gabriel and Rizevim you won't get anything. Even if not Major, at least known characters are needed for World Essence." Kaguya explained, floating behind him.
Tatsuya closed his eyes before sighing.
His head was aching.
Currently, he had two active clones.
One was being escorted away by the Khaos Brigade and one was taking care of Issei, Asia and Issei's mother.
After thinking about it, he dispelled the clone looking over Issei.
He gave Issei some minor instructions and told him he'd return tomorrow. He wasn't worried about Issei touching Asia. Not only wasn't he aware of her existence but even if he was, with his current condition Tatsuya doubted whether he was even capable of thinking anything sexual.
Having your mother raped in front of you so cruelly and then having repeated nightmares of it was a trauma that would take at least a decade to heal.
His headache lessened and he sat down on the couch, waving the mask away. Gabriel who was silently observing him was stunned. For a second she froze.
The man was impossibly beautiful.
She couldn't find a single flaw in his appearance.
If she weren't aware of his identity she'd think he was an Angel.
The Blood Clones were made in the image of Tatsuya's original body but even further refined. The Soul Reaper was designed to look like Tatsuya but more mature and sharp-looking.
A few minutes passed in silence, the air heavy.
"Why have you kidnapped me?" Gabriel couldn't bear it any longer.
"I wanted to taste an Angel," Tatsuya spoke bluntly, his gaze towards her impassive.
One eye glowed menacingly while the other remained dull without any luster, as if dead.
"...What did you say?" Gabriel's turned pale as she desperately hoped to have heard wrong.
Thud!
Tatsuya stood up and grabbed her by her neck before slamming her into the wall of the house. Gabriel choked, tears spilling from her eyes as she saw the demon scrutinising her.
"I spared hundreds of thousands of Angels, all in exchange for lust. Are you unwilling?" Tatsuya had no reason to pretend otherwise.
To him, who only feared the True Dragon Gods, there was no need for any pretense. If he wanted to fuck someone he'd fuck them and if he wanted to kill someone he'd kill them.
Why bother explaining himself to ants?
"Tell me, are you unwilling to accept some mere humiliation in exchange for the lives of countless Angels?"
Gabriel's body went limp, her resistance gone. Tears streamed down her face as she closed her eyes.
"Please… please don't. I…" Gabriel's face twisted into one of grief, "I will fall…"
Tatsuya's grip loosened as Gabriel fell to the ground on her knees, not daring to raise her head should she accidentally cause him arousal.
Angels could have sexual relationships but there were very strict conditions for it for Angels to not fall.
Angels need to purify themselves when making love and both the Angel and partner must undergo a lengthy purification ritual (it takes several hours).
They must also need to do it inside a specially crafted barrier and they both must not harbor any kind of possessive feelings while doing it, rather it must be done out of pure love.
If any of these conditions are not met, the Angel would fall.
And most importantly, the barrier that would allow the Angels to have sex hasn't even been developed yet. It would be made in the future for Issei and Irina as Michael would create a loophole in the rules for them.
Though, neither Tatsuya nor Gabriel were aware of this.
Tatsuya's gaze towards Gabriel didn't change.
"Is falling not worth saving the Angels?"
Gabriel trembled.
Could she refute his words?
Of course not.
And Tatsuya knew this too.
"Get up." He ordered coldly and Gabriel remained unresponsive. The kind and naive angel would face hell from now on and no one could save her.
Gabriel placed her soft fair hands on the floor and shakily got up.
Tatsuya's command echoed in the small house, "Strip."
His voice was a harsh, cold order that left no room for refusal.
Gabriel stood frozen, her body trembling as tears continued to stream down her face, leaving glistening trails on her porcelain skin. She remained silent, her breath hitching as she tried to process the humiliation and fear that gripped her.
"I said, strip," Tatsuya repeated, his tone even more icy and unyielding.
With shaking hands, Gabriel began to comply, her fingers fumbling with the clasps of her golden armor. Piece by piece, the armor fell to the floor, clattering loudly in the silent room.
Her body was revealed inch by inch, her skin flawless and smooth, her curves generous and enticing. She wore only a thin, white undergarment that did little to hide her most intimate areas.
Her breasts heaved with each shaky breath, her nipples hardening from a mix of fear and the cool air that touched her exposed skin.
She slid the undergarment down her hips, her body shaking with sobs as she stood completely naked and vulnerable before him, her tears falling freely, her body glistening with sweat and tears.
Tatsuya's gaze roamed over her body, taking in every curve, every line, every flawless inch of her skin.
His eyes lingered on her full breasts, her narrow waist, her rounded hips, and the triangle of blonde curls between her legs.
He reached out, his hands following his gaze, starting from her shoulders, down her arms, and then back up to her neck, where he felt her rapid pulse beneath his fingers.
He cupped her breasts, feeling their weight and softness, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples, eliciting a shiver from her that she couldn't suppress.
He moved his hands down her stomach, her skin quivering under his touch, and then to her hips, pulling her closer to him, pressing her body against his.
He inhaled deeply, taking in her scent, a heady mix of sweet and musky that was uniquely her, a scent that drove him wild with lust.
Gabriel stood rigid, her eyes downcast, trying her best to clear her mind, to not feel, to not react.
She tried to focus on her breathing, on the cool air against her skin, on anything but the hands that roamed her body, violating her, claiming her. Gabriel stood like carved wood, utterly motionless, her mind a frantic, desperate blankness, trying her best to block out everything, to prevent any possessive feeling that would cause her to fall.
Tatsuya's hand tangled in her hair, gripping it tightly as he cupped her cheek with his other hand, forcing her to look at him.
He leaned in, his tongue tracing the path of her tears, tasting their saltiness on her skin.
He moved to her lips, licking them gently at first, then more insistently, probing her teeth with his tongue.
Gabriel kept her lips tightly sealed, her body rigid as she tried to endure the violation, her mind screaming at her to resist, to not give in.
Tatsuya tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her head back slightly, causing her to wince in pain, her eyes watering from the sharp tug.
His tongue plunged into her mouth, exploring every part, his kiss becoming sloppy and forceful, his breath hot and heavy as it mingled with hers. He dominated her completely, his tongue invading her mouth, his hands gripping her tightly, holding her in place as he took what he wanted.
He devoured her mouth, his kiss brutal and passionate, his hands roaming her body, squeezing, caressing, before devolving into a raw, forced, sloppy kiss, wet and open-mouthed, utterly consuming her, sucking the very air from her lungs.
Their saliva mixed together as Gabriel stared blankly ahead, her vision blurry from crying.
Nnngh!
A sudden pain assaulted Gabriel as she was forcefully brought down to her knees.
Tatsuya stared at the kneeling Angel without a hint of pity. He admired her character, her willingness to sacrifice herself for her loved ones.
But that's all.
His affection was limited to admiration.
He pulled his left hand back and loosened his robe. The long cloth fell and his chiseled body was on full display. Gabriel shuddered as a musky scent wafted to her small cute nose causing it to twitch. She slowly backed away but instantly hit the wall.
She raised her head and looked at Tatsuya with terror, the shadow of his large throbbing cock gracing her features.
Tatsuya looked down at her.
"Bring your wings out," Tatsuya commanded and Gabriel cried, letting out soft whimpers. She had hoped he would back down but realisation slowly settled.
Today she would fall.
Her wings burst forth, pressed against the wall.
They were beautiful.
They were pure white.
"Gabriel…" Tatsuya whispered, "Forget your identity. You're my maidservant from today onwards. No one will be able to save you and if you ever try to escape remember…"
Tatsuya stepped forward, the tip of his throbbing hot cock pressed against her delicate pearly nose.
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Despite there being no physical pain, it hurt.
He walked towards me. I've lived for an immeasurable amount of time. The days I walked with Father when I was newly born were still fresh in my mind.
Michael, Raphael and Uriel played games with me. They trained me in combat and we helped humans whenever we could. It filled me with joy seeing their smiles, when I was young I even thought that the ability of humans was sharing their joy with their benefactors.
My life has never known suffering.
I thank my Father and my three brothers.
I love them… I love them so much.
How could I bear seeing them suffer for my sake? That's why, despite my fear, I walked without hesitation and stood beside the Soul Reaper.
Whatever my fate may be, I accept it.
Even as he loosened his robe and pulled that out, I did my best to not cower.
The long cloth fell and I shuddered as a musky scent wafted towards me, causing my small cute nose to twitch. I may accept my fate but that doesn't mean I wasn't scared.
I don't want to fall…
Thud
I hit the wall.
Subconsciously raising my head I felt horror gnawing at my heart as I stared at the large bulging thing. Its shadow loomed over my face menacingly.
I raised my head and looked at him with terror.
"Bring your wings out."
A small whimper escaped my lips.
No one will save me… today…
Today I will fall.
"Gabriel…"
A soft whisper reached my ears.
"Forget your identity. You're my personal maidservant from today onwards. No one will be able to save you and if you ever try to escape remember…"
He stepped forward and my mind swirled, the scent grew heavy and his thing poked my nose.
"...Heaven can't."
Ah…
He's right.
I have no escape.
Despair settled inside my heart.
Father… please save me.
My plea was destined to go unheard.
…
As Tatsuya's cock poked her nose, he couldn't help but smile.
Today he was going to taste an Angel.
The Heaven's Strongest Female Angel.
The Heaven's Most Beautiful Female Angel.
Gabriel could feel the rough stone digging into her back, but it was nothing compared to the humiliation and dread that filled her heart. She was doing this for heaven, to save her brothers and her father from suffering. The thought was the only thing keeping her from breaking down completely.
Tatsuya's cock pressed against her nose, the musky scent invading her senses. She wanted to turn away, to escape the inevitable, but she knew there was no use. He was right; heaven couldn't save her now. She was his, a maidservant, a plaything.
"Open your mouth, Gabriel," he commanded, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. She complied, her lips parting slightly, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He grabbed her by the hair, his fingers tangling in her soft locks, and forced her head forward.
The first touch of his cock on her lips was like a brand, searing her with its filth.
She could feel the wetness of his pre-cum, the pulsating heat of his flesh. He pushed forward, forcing her mouth open wider, and she could feel the head of his cock pressing against her teeth, her tongue.
She gagged, a small, pathetic sound that was swallowed by his brutal thrusts.
He fucked her mouth mercilessly, his hips moving in a brutal rhythm that left her sputtering and drooling.
Her saliva mixed with his pre-cum, creating a sloppy, wet mess that dripped down her chin and onto her chest. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, blurring her vision as she struggled to breathe through her nose, her mouth full of his cock.
"Look at you," Tatsuya said, his voice a mix of amusement and arousal. "The great Gabriel, reduced to a cocksleeve. A fucking mouthpussy."
She wanted to scream, to fight back, but she was helpless. Her wings flickered wildly, their white feathers turning a sickly grey as she was defiled. She could feel the choking, gagging sounds ripping from her throat, the wet, sloppy noises of his cock fucking her mouth. It was degrading, humiliating, and she hated every second of it.
But she endured, for heaven, for her family.
Tatsuya's grip on her hair tightened, and he pushed her head further onto his cock, forcing her to take more of him.
She gagged again, her eyes watering as she struggled to take his length. He held her there for a moment, savoring the feeling of her throat constricting around his cock, before pulling out slightly to let her breathe.
"Please..." she managed to gasp out, her voice hoarse and broken. "Please, just get it over with."
He smiled, a mocking expression that sent a fresh wave of dread through her. "Oh, I will," he promised.
And with that, he began to fuck her mouth in earnest, his hips moving in a brutal, relentless rhythm that left her helpless, her body jerking with each thrust.
Tatsuya felt his cock tighten and a burst of cum splathered Gabriel's mouth. The taste was incredibly bitter to her.
She wanted to cough, to spit it all out but his cock remained aggressive.
Tatsuya, feeling a rush of pleasure, pulled his cock out of Gabriel's mouth with a wet pop. He wiped the mix of her saliva and his pre-cum from his shaft using her face, a smug smile playing on his lips as he looked down at the angel, now a pathetic, drooling mess.
"Let's move forward," he spoke softly.
With a sudden, brutal movement, he grabbed her by the waist and flipped her onto her stomach.
The cold, hard ground pressed against her chest, her breasts squashed beneath her as he pulled her ass up, exposing her most sacred place to his hungry gaze. He could see the tight, pink folds of her pussy, untouched and perfect, a holy sight that made his cock throb with anticipation.
He grabbed his shaft, aiming the head at her entrance, and with one swift, merciless thrust, he sheathed himself fully inside her.
Gabriel let out a sharp cry, a sound of pure, unadulterated shock and pain as he hit her womb. Her wings, once a pure, radiant white, flickered and turned a deep, profound black, a sign of her fall from grace.
Tatsuya could feel the weird tingling sensation spreading throughout her body, a sensation she refused to admit was a pleasure. He smiled, knowing that he was the cause of her downfall, her ruin.
"Congratulations, Gabriel," he panted, his voice a low, mocking drawl. "You've fallen. You're a fallen angel now, my personal little whore."
He began to move, his hips thrusting against her ass as he fucked her tight, angelic pussy. The sensation was unlike anything he'd ever experienced.
Her pussy was tight, so fucking tight, and wet, her holy fluids coating his cock, making it glisten in the dim light. He could feel her inner muscles clenching around him, trying to push him out, but he was relentless, his thrusts deep and brutal, each one eliciting a cry from her lips.
He leaned over her, his body pressing against hers as he reached around and grabbed her breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft, holy flesh.
He could feel her heart racing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he played with her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, pulling and twisting until she cried out in pain.
"Please...stop" she gasped, her voice hoarse and broken. She had never experienced anything like this. Having fallen, her spirits were at their lowest.
"No."
He pulled out of her suddenly, leaving her feeling empty and used. He flipped her onto her back, his body covering hers as he kissed and licked his way down her collarbone, her breasts. He sucked on her nipples, biting them gently, making her cry out in a mix of pain and something else, something she refused to acknowledge as pleasure.
His hands roamed her body, touching, exploring, claiming. He could feel her holy energy, her light, and it was intoxicating, a drug that he couldn't get enough of. He kissed his way down her stomach, his tongue dipping into her belly button, making her squirm.
He looked up at her, a grin on his lips as he settled between her legs, his cock hard and ready for more.
"So this is the taste of Heaven,"
He entered her again, his cock sliding into her tight, wet pussy with ease. He could feel her inner muscles clenching around him, trying to push him out, but he was relentless, his thrusts deep and brutal, each one eliciting a cry from her lips.
He reached up, grabbing her breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft, holy flesh as he fucked her, his hips moving in a brutal, relentless rhythm.
Gabriel could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, blurring her vision as she looked up at the ceiling, her body jerking with each of his thrusts.
She could feel the sensation building, the weird tingling spreading throughout her body, but she refused to admit it was pleasure. It was just a sensation, a reaction to the invasion of her body, nothing more.
Tatsuya could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he pounded into her, his cock swelling inside her.
He came, his seed spilling into her, marking her as his.
He pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her holy fluids, and looked down at her, a smug, satisfied smile on his lips.
Gabriel lay there, her body aching, her wings a deep, profound black, a sign of her fall from grace. She could feel the tears streaming down her face, her body shaking with sobs as she looked up at the ceiling, her heart breaking.
She had done this for heaven, for her family, and now she was ruined, fallen, a plaything for Tatsuya's pleasure.
Tatsuya, his breath still ragged from his recent release, looked down at Gabriel with a wicked glint in his eye. He saw the tears streaming down her face, the quivering of her lips, and the sheer hatred in her gaze. It was a heady mix of emotions that only served to stoke the fires of his desire. He wanted more—more of her tears, more of her humiliation, more of her body.
"Don't be like that Gabriel, we're not done yet~"
He grabbed her by the hair, his grip tight and unyielding, and yanked her head back, forcing her to look up at him. Her eyes were wide with a mix of fear and loathing, but he didn't care. He wanted to see that look of utter submission and degradation. He pulled her towards him, his cock already hardening again at the thought of what was to come.
"Open that pretty little mouth of yours," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. "It's time for another lesson in what it means to be a Fallen Angel."
Gabriel's lips parted slightly, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He could see the defiance in her eyes, but also the resignation. She knew she had no choice but to comply. He pushed his cock into her mouth, feeling the soft, wet heat envelop him. He groaned, his head falling back slightly as he savored the sensation.
He began to move his hips, fucking her mouth with long, deep thrusts. He grabbed her head with both hands, using it as a lever to control the depth and pace. Her lips stretched wide around his shaft, her tongue involuntarily swirling around the sensitive head with each thrust. The sounds of her gagging and choking were music to his ears, a symphony of her degradation that only served to heighten his arousal.
"That's it," he growled. "Take it all, you little slut. You're mine now, a fallen angel whore, and it's time you started acting like it."
He could feel her teeth grazing his shaft, her tongue trying to push him out, but he didn't care. He was in control, and he was going to use her for his pleasure. He pulled her head up and down, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with ease, the wet, sloppy sounds of their coupling filling the air.
He could feel her struggling to breathe, her nose flaring as she tried to get air through her blocked nostrils, but he didn't let up. He was relentless, his hips moving in a brutal, unyielding rhythm.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he said, "Your mouth is like a vice, so tight and wet. It's like you were made for this."
He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he pounded her mouth. He looked down at her, her eyes watering, her face red and splotchy, and he knew he was close. With a final, brutal thrust, he came, his seed spilling into her mouth, coating her tongue, her teeth, her lips. He held her head in place, forcing her to take it all, to swallow every last drop of his cum.
Only when he was spent did he pull out, his cock sliding from her mouth with a wet pop. Gabriel coughed and spluttered, her body shaking with sobs as she looked up at him, hate and disgust written all over her face. But he didn't care.
He had used her for his pleasure, and that was all that mattered.
Tatsuya, his body still throbbing with the aftermath of his release, pulled Gabriel onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her tightly. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her sweaty body, a heady mix of angelic purity and human musk.
Her tears fell onto his shoulders, but he didn't care. He relished in the feeling of her body against his, the softness of her skin, the warmth of her breath on his neck.
He began to caress her black wings, his fingers tracing the delicate feathers, feeling the strange energy that pulsed from them.
Gabriel shuddered, a weird sensation of pleasure coursing through her body, despite her best efforts to stomp it out.
Her wings flickered slightly, responding to his touch, and he smiled, knowing that he was the cause of her confusion and arousal.
"Shh, it's alright," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "Let me take care of you. Let me show you what it means to be mine."
He raised her body slightly, positioning her above his cock, which was already hard and ready for more. He could feel her pleas, her disgust, but he ignored them, his focus solely on his own pleasure.
He aimed his cock at her tight, virgin asshole, and with a slow, deliberate thrust, he sheathed himself fully inside her.
Gabriel let out a blood-curdling scream, her body tensing as she felt the intrusion, the stretching, the burning.
Tatsuya groaned, his eyes rolling back slightly as he felt the tightness of her ass, the way it gripped his cock like a vice. It was almost too much, the pleasure so intense it was bordering on pain.
He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to move her up and down on his lap, using her body for his pleasure.
"Please... please, stop," Gabriel begged, her voice hoarse and broken. "It hurts... it hurts so much."
But Tatsuya didn't listen. He was lost in his own world of pleasure, his hips moving in a brutal, relentless rhythm as he fucked her ass.
He could feel her body jerking with each thrust, her screams filling the air, but he didn't care. He was taking what he wanted, and she was going to give it to him.
The room was filled with the sounds of their coupling, the wet, sloppy noises of his cock sliding in and out of her ass, the squelching of her fluids, the slapping of their skin.
Tatsuya could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he pounded into her, his cock swelling inside her.
With a final, brutal thrust, he came, his seed spilling into her ass, coating her insides, marking her as his. He held her down, forcing her to take it all, to feel every last pulse of his release.
Only when he was spent did he let her go, her body falling limp and unconscious onto his lap.
Tatsuya looked down at her, a smug, satisfied smile on his lips.
Her body was a mess of sweat and tears, her ass red and raw from his use. He had taken her virginity, her purity, and he had loved every second of it.
He stroked her hair.
"Sleep now, my little Fallen Angel," he murmured, "We'll be having more fun when you wake up."
Gabriel did not hear him.
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