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The Supe Devil by StarWaves
High School DxD/ハイスクールD×D & Boys Xover Rated: M, English, Words: 55k+, Favs: 491, Follows: 563, Published: Sep 23, 2024 Updated: Dec 26, 2024
73Chapter 9
Chapter 9:
– Marcus –
"I can't believe you actually went and rented this entire place out…"
"You underestimate my pettiness…"
I smirked at the pout Queen Maeve was giving me as we strolled through the completely empty theme park. Well, not entirely empty. The employees and staff were still around, ready to serve us at a moment's notice. But our group had the whole park to ourselves, and it only set me back around two and a half million dollars…
Worth it.
Especially to see the way Asia's face lit up as she darted around with A-Train and his teenage nephews. I wasn't a complete asshole. Of course I'd let A-Train bring his family to the theme park I'd rented out. His brother and personal trainer, Nathan, kept shooting appreciative glances at Asia. Nathan had apparently been trying to convince A-Train to quit Compound V for years, but nothing seemed to work until Asia completely purged the speedster's system of that shit...
And speaking of the girl in question, Asia suddenly came bounding over me. She grabbed my hand with both of hers and started tugging. "Marcus, Marcus! Come ride the roller coaster with me!"
I smiled down at her and ruffled her hair. "Hell yeah, let's do it." I glanced over my shoulder at Maeve. "But Maeve has to come with us too!"
Maeve shot me a look that was half playful, half pleading. "...I get motion sickness. Please don't make me ride that," she mumbled, already looking a little green at the idea.
Asia, however, wasn't having it. She looked up at Maeve with the biggest, most innocent puppy eyes you could imagine. "Please? It'll be fun…" Asia begged.
Maeve groaned in defeat. "Ugh, fine! But if I puke, it's going all over you, Marcus."
I chuckled, knowing I was fast enough to avoid that mess if it came to it. Or at least, I hoped I was.
The three of us skipped the nonexistent line, making our way to the front of the roller coaster.
Maeve immediately tensed up as we approached the ride, her eyes locking onto the figure standing casually by the roller coaster. "Oh no…" she mumbled under her breath, fear flashing across her face.
Homelander was here, casually waiting for us with a smile.
Maeve was having a borderline panic attack just from seeing the man. Seriously, what the hell had he done to her to make her flinch at just the sight of him? As far as I knew, Homelander had never physically laid hands on her when they were together. I wondered if Vought had therapy for things like this? If not, then house Sitri did. We did run most of the Underworld's hospital's after all.
I shook the thought from my mind, flashing a grin as I waved over at Homelander. "Hey there, Dad!"
Homelander's smile widened. "You all went to a theme park, and you didn't even invite me..?" he asked, giving me a look that could almost pass for a pout.
"I did invite you. I sent you a text and everything," I told him with a shrug.
He cocked an eyebrow, fishing his phone out of his belt. After a quick glance, he shrugged right back at me. "Oh, so you did. Gotta remember to check this thing more often," he muttered to himself. Then his gaze landed on Asia, who had been staring at him with wide eyes. "Hey there, Asia, right? I wanted to thank you for healing my son and me after our... sparring match."
Asia's face flushed and her hands fidgeting nervously behind her back. "It was no problem…" she said with a mumble.
There was a bit of awkward tension hanging in the air, most caused by Maeve and Homelander, and I wasn't having any of it!
The whole point of spending a ridiculous amount of money to rent out an entire theme park was to avoid awkward tension in my own life! The kind that would inevitably come when Annie found out about my two other girlfriends. I wasn't about to let today get spoiled by anyone else's drama.
I placed my hand on Asia's back and nudged her toward the roller coaster. Maeve, on the other hand, needed a bit more coaxing, so I grabbed her by the arm and dragged her along too, ignoring the grumbled protest that escaped her lips.
I cocked an eyebrow at Homelander, who was watching us with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "You riding with us, or are you gonna sit this one out like a chicken?" I asked, resorting to schoolyard insults.
Homelander's eyes narrowed slightly at the challenge. "Chicken?" He scoffed, strapping himself into the seat behind us without hesitation. "You know, I don't think I've ever been on a roller coaster before," he admitted. "It can't be as fun as flying, though."
I glanced back at him with a grin. "Oh, I think you'll like it. Unlike flying, you're not in control here. You don't know what's coming next."
Before he could respond, the ride operator hit the button, and we were launched forward with a powerful jolt.
My hands shot into the air, and I let out a cheer, feeling the rush of wind against my face. Asia was right beside me, her laughter filling the air as we sped down the first long drop.
I thought I heard Homelander cheering as well, but it was hard to tell over the sound of Maeve's ear piercing scream right next to me. I grinned, glancing over at her as she clutched the safety bar like her life depended on it. I don't know why she was so scared, even if the roller coaster crashed she would be completely fine.
When the ride finally came to a stop, she immediately got off without waiting for anyone else. She stumbled her way off the coaster, making a beeline for a nearby bench. She didn't puke on anyone but the gurgling of her stomach told me it was a close thing.
"Oh dear!" Asia hurried over to Maeve's side and sat down next to her, placing her hands gently on Maeve's arm. A soft green light began to glow from her palms.
"Thanks, kid," Maeve muttered.
"You were right, that was fun." Homelander gave me a nudge. "Let's grab a pretzel," he said.
As we walked off the ride, Homelander glanced around the empty park. "So, you actually rented this entire place out?" He whistled, shaking his head slightly. "You weren't kidding when you told me your mom came from money…" Homelander chuckled. "Can't believe I met her at a comic-con of all places…"
"Yeah, well, she pretty much lives for cosplay. Especially the whole magical girl thing," I said with a chuckle. "Or Levia-tan, as she loves to be called." I made air quotes with my fingers.
Homelander raised an eyebrow at me. "Levia-tan? Is that Japanese or something?"
"Yep. It's her whole magical girl persona—she's really into it! No one really calls her that though, except the fans of her TV show of course…"
Homelander gaped at me. "What TV show?"
I couldn't help but chuckle as I started explaining. "Serafall's TV show. Miracle Girl Levia-tan. In it, she plays the role of a magical girl who routinely saves the world by battling against the evil forces of Heaven or whatever random weekly villain the writers make up."
Homelander gave me a skeptical look. "You've got to be kidding me."
I shook my head and smirked. "Nope, it's real. And I'm on the show too. I play a recurring character named Marcus. Yeah, I didn't bother changing my name. Too lazy for that… Anyway, I'm the resident bad boy character. You know, the guy who goes around breaking the hearts of other magical girls, but occasionally swoops in to save the day when they get in over their heads. Or when they get captured by villains who want to have their wicked ways with them. You know, standard stuff," I explained. I didn't have any lewd scenes myself though. All my trysts on the show took place off screen so far. "...And then there's even the occasional tentacle scene… although that's not really my thing," I added.
I glanced over at him, waiting for his reaction. Obviously, he thought I was still screwing with him.
"There's no way a show like that exists, and I've never heard of it." He crossed his arms in disbelief.
I grinned even wider. "Oh, it exists. Hold up." I pulled out my phone, scrolling through my saved videos until I found exactly what I was looking for. I kept a few clips saved—for moments when I was alone. Her show is basically porn with a magical girl plot thrown in. The underworld didn't believe in censorship…
I pulled up a clip and hit play, leaning over to let Homelander see. The scene on screen showed Serafall, or Levia-tan, in one of her more "memorable" moments. She had just been captured by an evil magical girl who was doing her best to corrupt Levia-tan and turn her to the dark side. How was she corrupting Serafall? By railing on her from behind with a large strap-on…
Homelander's face turned a bit red as he watched the clip. "Wow… that's your mom!?" He glanced at me, then back at the screen, clearly having trouble reconciling what he was seeing. "Damn, she is really hot. I think I'm starting to remember her more clearly!"
"Hey! What are you two looking at?" A-Train's voice came out of nowhere as he appeared behind us. He leaned over my shoulder, his eyes locking onto my phone screen. "Damn, that's one sexy bitch right there!" A-Train blurted out.
I smacked him hard on the arm.
"What the hell was that for?" he grumbled, rubbing his arm as he glared at me.
I gave him a deadpan look. "That's my called a bitch."
A-Train's mouth snapping shut as he turned pale. His eyes flickered between me and the video for a second, not even daring to ask why I had that on my phone.
Because I was a half-Devil, that's why. All of us Devils were horny bastards.
A-Train shook his head like he was trying to clear the image from his mind. "Uh, right. Uh… thanks, man, for inviting me and my family. Really. It means a lot."
I shrugged. "No problem. It made Asia happy to have you guys around."
I wanted Asia to see me in the best light possible—especially when the inevitable day came that she found out I was actually a half-Devil. Knowing how kind she was in canon, especially toward a degenerate letch like Issei, I figured I didn't have much to worry about. But still, better safe than sorry. By the end of today, her impression of me would be sky-high. I couldn't help but smirk internally at the thought.
Homelander, who seemed a bit annoyed that A-Train was interrupting our family time, spoke up finally. "Is that all you came over to say, A-Train?"
A-Train, catching the vibe, shook his head quickly. "Yeah, yeah, that's it. I was just thanking Marcus, Homelander."
Homelander's lips twitched into a tight smile. "Well, you thanked him. Now you can leave."
A-Train knowing he had been dismissed, turned around to leave. "Right," he mumbled. "I'll just—"
I quickly reached out and yanked him back by the collar of his shirt, just as a spear of light whizzed through the air. Right where his head had been a split second ago!
"What the hell, man?!" A-Train yelled, stumbling as I let go of his shirt. His eyes darted to the spot where the spear had just embedded itself in the ground, and his face turned pale.
"You're welcome," I said coolly, scanning the area to see where that Lightspear had come from. What the hell was an Angel doing here?
A-Train gulped audibly. The Lightspear was embedded halfway in the concrete. "What the fuck," he whispered, clearly rattled about almost getting his head popped.
I glanced at the spear, unimpressed. There wasn't much power behind it—it was weak, almost laughably so.
"Tch, can't believe I missed." The voice came from above, followed by the distinct sound of wings flapping. I looked up, and sure enough, there he was—a Fallen Angel was hovering in the air dramatically like he was the baddest guy around here. He only had two black wings, which meant he was weak. A complete loser in the supernatural world.
"What the fuck, man! Was that you? You almost killed me!" A-Train snapped, still clearly on edge. "The fuck is your problem!?"
I had to remind myself that despite being one of the fastest people in the world and a member of The Seven, A-Train had never been in a real life-or-death fight against other super beings. All his "battles" were staged for ratings and views on TV.
"Silence, filthy human!" the fallen angel spat out, his voice dripping with disdain as he slowly descended to the ground. He was making a show of it, clearly trying to be dramatic, but the effect was ruined by his choice of attire—a trench coat and a fedora.
Homelander, however, was smiling at the guy's entrance. His eyes lit up like he'd just been handed a new toy to break. He seemed genuinely intrigued by the whole situation.
The fallen angel's gaze locked onto me. "Where is the girl?" he demanded.
I rolled my eyes, already tired of this clown. "Why should I tell you anything, two wings?" I said, giving him a dismissive wave.
Now that I thought about it, he seemed kind of familiar. I think he was some minor character in canon? One of Raynare's lackeys or something? It had been almost two decades since I reincarnated in this world so I couldn't completely remember. Not that I really mattered, this guy was the peon of the weakest villain in DxD.
Her name I did remember though. Raynare. Mostly because she was a hot piece of ass despite being batshit crazy. I spread out my senses, half-expecting to feel Raynare nearby as, but nope. This guy was all by himself…
Lame.
"Fuck you, man! You don't get to try and kill me and then not answer!" A-Train shouted, anger flaring up now that the shock had worn off.
The fallen angel's eyes narrowed, and without a word, he conjured another light spear and hurled it straight at A-Train.
This time, though, A-Train was actually looking. He easily sidestepped the attack, watching in slow motion as the spear whizzed past him and destroyed the pretzel stand. The theme park employee threw his hands up in the air and ran off in panic!
"Did you just try to kill me again?! Hell no! You're fucking dead!" A-Train snarled.
Before he could charge at the fallen angel, Homelander raised a hand, stopping him. "Wait, A-Train," Homelander said with an almost childlike fascination. "I want to know what this guy is here for. We've never had an actual supervillain challenge us openly before."
I couldn't help but burst his bubble. "He's no supervillain, Dad," I said. "This is just a two-winged fallen angel. He's a low-rank mook—barely stronger or tougher than your average human. Hell, he's not even bulletproof."
Homelander's grin faltered as I rained on his parade. "A fallen angel? You talked about Lucifer before… Were you actually being serious?"
"Duh fuck? Angels are real?" A-Train asked before pausing. "Wait!? I just broke into the Vatican! Is he here for me?!"
The Fallen Angel sneered at A-Train again. "No, I'm not here for you, human! I'm here for the filthy devil." He pointed a finger straight at me, his eyes blazing with hatred.
Both Homelander and A-Train's eyes widened at that. "Devil?" Homelander repeated.
I thought I was doing a good job of suppressing my aura so far, but there was only so much you could hide when you were Ultimate Class.
I smirked at my father and let my devil wings manifest behind me. A-Train stumbled back, his mouth hanging open as he muttered confused curses under his breath. Homelander just stood there, looking utterly perplexed but equally intrigued.
"There's a reason you've never heard of Mom's TV show," I said with a grin as I let my wings recede back into my body. "It's not aired in the human world—only in the underworld."
Homelander blinked. "...Your mom isn't human?"
I chuckled. "Nope. You fucked Serafall Leviathan. One of the four Maou, and the most powerful woman in the underworld!" I gave him a devilish grin. "Congrats, Dad."
Instead of attacking us, the Fallen Angel had just been standing there listening while we talked. "That can't be! You're lying! One of the Maou would never… never sleep with some pathetic human!" he exclaimed.
I obviously wasn't even close to as famous as my mom in the supernatural world, but I could feel my pride take a bit of a hit at the fact that a lower ranked Fallen Angel like this hadn't even heard of me…
Homelander did not seem happy about being called a "pathetic human." His jaw twitched and I saw his eyes flicker red for a second. "...You said this guy is a nobody right? It doesn't matter what happens to him?"
I grinned. "He's just some low-level lackey. He's probably here to capture Asia so his boss can sell her off."
That snapped A-Train out of his daze. The second I mentioned Asia, he glared. "Oh hell no!" he yelled. He jabbed a finger toward the Fallen. "You're not going anywhere near that girl, you trench coat-wearing, fedora-loving pedo! I'm gonna rip your fucking dick off!"
A-Train crouched down and tensed, ready to charge at the Fallen, but Homelander's arm shot out, stopping him in his tracks.
"Allow me to handle this one," Homelander said coolly. "I don't like the way he was talking to me just now. I would like to correct his behavior personally."
The Fallen sneered at Homelander. "Fuck you and your dumb cape!" he spat, conjuring another light spear and hurling it straight at my dad.
Homelander casually snatched the spear out of the air like it was a mere toy. He examined it for a moment, looking almost bored. "I guess you really are just a weakling," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. With a simple squeeze of his hand, the light spear shattered into glittering fragments, falling to the ground like dust.
"Oh fuck!" The Fallen Angel's eyes widened in panic as the reality of the situation finally hit him. He quickly spun around, his wings flapping desperately as he tried to flee.
But Homelander was faster. In an instant, he was on him, grabbing the Fallen by both wings. The guy barely had time to scream before—
RIP!
A sickening, wet sound echoed in the air as Homelander easily tore both of the Fallen Angel's wings off. The now wingless Angel let out an ear-piercing shriek with blood pouring from the stumps where his wings had been…
– Annie January –
Annie January stormed out of Vought Tower, her heart pounding with anger as she hit the streets of New York City.
"Where the hell is Marcus?" she fumed, weaving through pedestrians. The handsome bastard had given her one of the best nights of her life—only for her to walk into work the next day and be met with a barrage of strange looks from Vought employees. At first, she shrugged it off, but the stares grew too uncomfortable to ignore.
When she finally confronted one of them, he had the audacity to smirk and tell her, "Rumor has it, you're Marcus' third girlfriend."
Third!
She couldn't believe it. Marcus, the same Marcus who swept her off her feet, already had two other girlfriends, and yet, he hadn't thought to mention that little detail when he was busy giving her the best night of her life!
She clenched her fists. She was going to find him, and she was going to give him a piece of her mind! Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she pulled it out again, scowling when she saw that Marcus still hadn't replied to any of her texts or calls. Where the hell was he?
In her frustration, she barely noticed she was walking aimlessly up and down the same block, muttering curses under her breath. That is, until someone called out, snapping her out of her colorful ranting.
"Are you okay, miss?"
Annie stopped in her tracks, turning to see a couple standing nearby, arm in arm. They were both looking at her with a mixture of concern and amusement.
"I'm okay," Annie mumbled, her face flushing with embarrassment.
The guy, tall with messy hair and an awkward grin, gave a small chuckle. "Are you sure? Because you've been walking up and down the sidewalk cursing up a storm. Something about a cheating asshole named Marcus?"
Annie's cheeks burned even more. Great. People heard me. She rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly. "Uh, sorry about that…"
The woman next to him waved her off. "No worries. I've been there before. I was cheated on once, before I met my darling Hughie here. It sucks."
Annie bit her lip, feeling a mix of frustration and reluctant understanding. "He didn't really cheat on me," she admitted begrudgingly. "It's not like he kept the fact that he had two other girlfriends a secret... he just didn't exactly get around to telling me yet."
The guy—Hughie—gaped at her response, while the woman raised an eyebrow. "Two other girlfriends, and you're still defending him?" she asked Annie. "Wow, the guy must be really good in bed for you to still defend him," she said with a small grin.
Annie's face turned bright red, and she nearly choked. She definitely wasn't going to admit out loud how right that comment was, so she just looked away, muttering something incoherent.
The woman stuck out her hand. "I'm Robin, by the way."
Annie took the offered hand, grateful for the shift in conversation. "I'm Annie. And, uh, sorry if my little rant made you uncomfortable."
"Not at all," Robin said, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Everyone needs to vent sometimes."
Hughie nodded quickly, his grin returning. "Yeah, I scream into my pillow every night to let it all out."
Annie blinked at that, unsure if he was serious or just trying to lighten the mood. She decided not to comment on how... strange that sounded. But she appreciated the effort.
"We were just about to grab some coffee at the café across the street. Would you like to join us?" Robin asked kindly.
Annie hesitated for a second, but, since she didn't have anything better to do until she could find Marcus, she agreed. "Sure, that sounds nice."
The three of them made their way to a small outdoor table and ordered drinks.
The conversation flowed easily. Robin and Hughie were both pretty down-to-earth, and as Annie learned more about them, she found herself genuinely liking the couple.
They shared stories about how they'd just gotten engaged, about their jobs and day-to-day lives in New York. Hughie worked in IT, while Robin was a social worker, and they both seemed so grounded compared to the insanity of Annie's world currently.
Annie nodded along, congratulating them when she heard about their engagement!
Robin beamed, her hand finding Hughie's, while Hughie turned pink but smiled sheepishly. "Thanks," he muttered.
Annie, in turn, shared a little about herself—though she carefully omitted the part about being a Superhero. Out of costume, no one seemed to recognize her, and honestly, she liked it that way. She didn't want to make a scene either.
It was nice, just chatting like a regular person for a little bit.
"Well, it was really nice meeting you, Robin. And you too, Hughie," Annie said as she stood up after they'd finished their drinks.
"Nice meeting you too, Annie! Maybe we can do this again sometime?" Robin suggested.
Annie paused, realizing just how rare it was for her to connect with normal people, let alone make friends. And Robin seemed nice—really nice. She could use someone like that in her life. "Yeah, I'd like that," Annie agreed, pulling out her phone to exchange contact information. Robin reached into her purse to do the same.
But before Robin could even pull her phone out, something slammed into her from behind.
Annie froze as the world seemed to stop for an instant as her mind caught up to what she was seeing. Her breath caught in her throat as warm blood splattered across her face and clothes.
Robin stood rigid, her body shaking as she gasped for air, and then Annie's eyes locked onto the horrific sight of a glowing, purple spear protruding from Robin's chest.
The spear had skewered straight through Robin's heart. Blood poured down her front, and with a sickening thud, Robin collapsed onto the ground, lifeless.
Hughie's face went pale. His hands trembled as he reached for Robin, his voice caught in his throat. "R-Robin?" Hughie whispered, but Robin's blank, unblinking eyes gave him no answer.
Annie's heart pounded as adrenaline surged through her. She whipped her head around, her brain immediately switching into fight-or-flight mode, scanning the area for whoever was responsible for this horrific attack.
Laughter echoed from above. Annie's eyes snapped upward, and she saw her—a woman was hovering in the air.
The woman wore a bizarre, almost fetish-like bondage outfit that clung to her, and barely covered any important areas. On top of that she had two black wings sporting out of her back.
The nearby pedestrians who witnessed the attack had either begun to flee in a panic or, as expected, pulled out their phones to film the scene.
Annie's hands shook. "What the fuck?" Annie shouted, her voice shaking. "Why did you kill Robin!?"
The winged woman landed in the middle of the street. She clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Ugh, I was aiming for you, but she just had to stand up and get in the way," the Fallen Angel spat, her voice dripping with irritation as if killing an innocent woman was nothing more than an inconvenience. "I was just passing by when I smelled the filthy stench of a Devil. It's clinging all over your body. Absolutely disgusting! I thought I'd do the world a quick favor by getting rid of a whore like you…"
Annie's heart raced as she stood face to face with the winged woman. 'She must be some kind of deranged Supe,' Annie thought, her mind still reeling from what had just happened. This woman had killed Robin.
She needed to take this woman down before anyone else got hurt.
Annie's eyes started to glow bright white as she absorbed the electricity from the city around her, pulling it from the power lines, streetlights, anything she could draw from. Thankfully, in the heart of New York, there was always plenty of energy to tap into.
The winged woman's gaze darkened, her lips curling into a twisted smirk as she watched the display of power. "Oh? Looks like you've got a bit of fight in you, human," she taunted. "I hope you don't disappoint me." With a flick of her wrist, another purple spear materialized in her hand. "My name is Raynare, and I will be your executioner."
Annie clenched her jaw and pointed both of her glowing palms forward. The crowd around them started to stir, recognizing her as Starlight, the murmurs turned into cheers!
"Take her down, Starlight!" someone shouted from the sidelines.
"You got this!" another voice called out, as more and more onlookers started to rally behind her.
Annie could hear the support, but her focus was locked on the woman in front of her. "You killed an innocent person," Annie said. "And now, you're going to pay for it."
Raynare laughed, raising the spear in preparation to throw. "Innocent? Who cares about worthless humans! They're all expendable, girl."
Annie unleashed a blast of white energy from her palms. Raynare barely had time to react as the surge of light and power slammed into her, sending her stumbling backward with a yelp of pain.
The crowd erupted into cheers, but Raynare wasn't finished yet. Her bondage outfit was singed, barely hanging onto her scorched body as she scowled at Annie with pure hatred. "Die, human!" she screamed, hurling her spear with all her strength.
Annie could feel the spear as it approached—literally. Something deep inside her stirred, instinctively guiding her. She held her glowing hand out toward the incoming light spear. Before it could even reach halfway, the spear disintegrated into particles of light, which Annie effortlessly absorbed.
"What!?" Raynare shrieked, her eyes wide with disbelief.
The energy Annie absorbed felt... different. Not the usual electricity she was used to, but energy was energy. The white glow around her hands shifted, a hint of purple blending into it as she harnessed the new power. Without hesitation, she fired another blast of energy, this time infused with the strange light she had just taken in.
The blast hit Raynare square in the stomach, knocking the air out of her. She gasped, her wings twitching as she dropped to her knees, wheezing in pain.
Before Raynare could recover, Annie made her move. She sprinted across the street, closing the distance in seconds, and unleashed a flurry of punches. Her fighting wasn't graceful—there was no technique, just pure, raw emotion driving her. But it didn't matter. The crowd roared as Annie landed blow after blow, her fists connecting with Raynare's face until she was barely conscious, her head snapping back with each hit.
Blood smeared Annie's knuckles as Raynare's body slumped to the ground, unmoving. Annie stumbled back a few steps, her chest heaving as she stared at her bloodied hands.
"What the fuck…?" she muttered, trying to process the chaos she had just lived through. Her heart was still racing. Despite everything that had happened earlier—despite how furious she had been with him—she couldn't stop the thought from slipping into her mind.
'I wish Marcus were here.'
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