Chapter 27 (~11.5k words):
– Serafall –
Serafall stood confidently, her slender figure hugged perfectly by her tight, revealing Magical Girl Levia-tan costume. The vivid colors and short skirt emphasized the generous curves of her hips, ass, and chest, and she posed gracefully in her knee-high pink boots, staring across the elaborate set toward Harry, who stood facing her.
Harry, playing the tragic villain Cassium, wore a torn, dark costume that showcased his muscular build. His dark hair fell stylishly over his forehead, accentuating his handsome features, and the prop staff in his hand hummed softly with magical special effects. He was a natural at this role—confident yet convincingly tormented.
Serafall's heart swelled with pride. She loved how easily her son could immerse himself into character, despite never admitting openly how much he enjoyed performing these past couple days. She knew he liked it! He took after her after all!
She took a slow breath, fully immersing herself into Levia-tan's passionate character. It was time for their final dramatic scene. The set was perfectly lit, the film crew silently watching from behind their cameras, capturing every detail. Serafall parted her lips and stepped forward, raising one hand dramatically toward Harry.
"THIS ISN'T YOU, CASSIUM!" Serafall declared passionately, her voice loud and clear, filled with emotional sincerity. "Please, you must fight those evil thoughts inside your head! I know the Church has corrupted your mind, filled you with lies and forced you to fight against everything we believe in. But you can still resist! Remember who you truly are! You must remember the love we once shared as childhood friends! Think back, Cassium—please remember all of those precious, cherished memories we made growing up together! Our friendship, our laughter, and our love—nothing can erase those memories!"
Serafall paused, letting her heartfelt words echo dramatically across the stage. The bright, glittery lighting illuminated her flushed cheeks and trembling lips, reflecting the emotional intensity of the scene. Harry stared back at her, his green eyes widened convincingly in conflicted anguish. He took several slow steps backward, shaking his head and gripping his prop staff tightly in visible distress.
"No... Levia-tan!" Harry spoke firmly yet mournfully, his voice deep, anguished, and filled with sincere regret. His jaw clenched tightly, emphasizing the internal struggle of his character. "I can't... I just can't fight it! The brainwashing they forced upon me... it's far too strong. You don't understand how deeply it's ingrained into my very soul! It commands me to harm you, to attack you! Please, run away from me now, before I lose control again! I couldn't bear it if I caused you harm once more!"
As Harry spoke these emotional lines, Serafall watched, completely captivated. His acting was so good that even knowing it was fake, she felt genuine emotional pain tug at her heartstrings. Harry's magical aura, enhanced by special effects, began visibly radiating off his muscular frame, the film crew smoothly zooming their cameras in closer to capture every anguished detail of his handsome face and tense, powerful body.
But Serafall's character Levia-tan was determined, fiercely loyal, and driven entirely by her love for Cassium. Serafall took another deliberate step forward, placing her delicate hands gently over her chest, leaning toward Harry as she passionately delivered her final declaration of love and determination.
"No brainwashing, no matter how powerful, can ever overpower our love, Cassium!" Serafall said fervently, her voice thick with heartfelt sincerity. "Because the bond between us—our true love—is stronger than any evil magic the Church could ever produce! Let our love set you free!"
She closed the distance between them confidently, her hips swaying with each seductive step, drawing every eye on set toward the hypnotic movements of her voluptuous figure. Serafall's heart raced wildly in her chest, her pulse quickening as she reached Harry's strong, broad frame. Wrapping both arms around his neck, she pressed her voluptuous breasts firmly against his chest, tilting her beautiful face upward to gaze deeply into his startled, conflicted eyes.
Then, without hesitation or restraint, she passionately kissed him, her lips soft, warm, and inviting against his. At first, Harry's character tensed convincingly beneath her embrace, before his arms slowly and dramatically relaxed, wrapping protectively around Serafall's slender waist. He pulled her even closer, deepening their passionate kiss with skillful ease.
As their kiss intensified, a giant glowing pink heart appeared on the backdrop behind them, perfectly synchronized with the magical special effects that began sparkling and glittering across the stage. Levia-tan's cheerful, upbeat theme song filled the studio, echoing loudly in perfect timing. Fireworks and magical sparks exploded around their embracing forms, further illuminating and emphasizing the powerful passion of the climactic moment.
Her entire body tingled with pleasure as Harry eagerly deepened their kiss further, losing themselves completely in the moment, despite the cameras rolling and the film crew intently watching. The special effects continued dazzling brilliantly all around them, creating an undeniably magical and romantic visual scene. Serafall's soft moan of pleasure was entirely genuine as Harry's tongue explored sensually against hers, their mouths passionately entwined.
But eventually, Serafall remembered they were still filming, and she finally, reluctantly ended their incredibly passionate kiss, gently pulling back just enough to gaze lovingly up into Harry's beautifully flushed, slightly dazed face. Harry blinked, clearly taken aback by how deeply genuine their kiss had become.
Serafall simply smiled up at him, her cheeks flushed warmly as she kept her slender arms wrapped snugly around his strong neck.
"I love you, Cassium," Serafall murmured tenderly, her voice barely above a whisper but still clearly audible to the microphones. She smiled warmly, brushing her fingertips gently along his jawline. "I'll never stop fighting for you. You'll always be mine."
Harry stared down at her, visibly moved by the genuine emotion in her voice. "Levia-tan..." he whispered softly, his strong arms tightening protectively around her small waist. "I... thank you..."
The director loudly called out, "Cut! That was absolutely perfect! Wonderful job, everyone!"
Serafall reluctantly eased herself away from Harry's warm, muscular body.
She giggled brightly, still flushed and giddy from their intense kiss. She gazed warmly into Harry's handsome face, her blue eyes sparkling playfully. "You were absolutely wonderful, Harry!" she praised enthusiastically, squeezing his hand affectionately. "Your acting was so convincing, I nearly forgot we were filming. You made me feel every emotion so intensely!"
Harry smiled back warmly, though his cheeks still held a faint flush. "You were incredible yourself, Mother. Though I wasn't exactly expecting such a realistic kiss in front of everyone. You're certainly full of surprises."
Serafall giggled mischievously, winking at him as she hugged herself intimately against his side once again, uncaring who might be watching. "Oh, trust me, Harry dear, when it comes to surprises, we've only just begun!"
Harry laughed softly, placing an affectionate kiss upon her forehead. "Somehow, I completely believe you."
Serafall beamed happily up at him, already eagerly anticipating the next time she could get him onto her show!
Serafall happily skipped off the filming set with a bright, satisfied smile stretched widely across her flushed face. Her long, dark ponytails swayed energetically behind her as she moved eagerly toward the director, waving enthusiastically in his direction to ensure she had his full attention.
"Director-san! Director-san!" Serafall called loudly and sweetly, her voice carrying easily across the bustling studio. She clapped her delicate hands together, practically bouncing on the tips of her toes in excitement as she reached the bewildered man. "That was amazing, right? You got every single moment of it, didn't you?"
The director looked slightly startled by her boundless enthusiasm, adjusting his glasses nervously as he smiled hesitantly. "Ah, yes, Lady Leviathan—er, Levia-tan," he quickly corrected at her playful pout. "We got it all perfectly. It was absolutely splendid footage. Some of the finest we've ever shot!"
Serafall giggled delightedly, clasping her hands behind her back and leaning closer with exaggerated cuteness. "Oh, that's wonderful!" she exclaimed brightly, her blue eyes gleaming with barely restrained excitement. She leaned in even closer, lowering her voice to a playful, conspiratorial whisper. "In fact, Director-san, I'd like to request a special favor, if I could."
The director swallowed nervously at her close proximity, clearly a bit intimidated yet undeniably charmed by her presence. "Ah, of course, Serafall," he said quickly, nodding vigorously. "Anything at all!"
Serafall grinned wickedly, batting her long lashes playfully as she whispered with shameless enthusiasm. "I'd like all the raw footage from that last scene—the entire thing in crystal clear, full HD—for my personal private collection," she said, clearly emphasizing 'private' with a knowing smile. "Every kiss, every embrace, every little moan of pleasure—please make sure you don't miss a single delicious detail."
The director turned a deep shade of crimson, coughing awkwardly at her very specific request. "Ah, y-yes, of course, Serafall! I'll have it prepared for you immediately," he stammered shyly.
"Perfect!" Serafall cooed happily, smiling warmly again. "You're the absolute best, Director-san! I knew you'd understand. I can't wait to watch it over and over again."
Giggling shamelessly to herself, she twirled gracefully on her heels, already picturing her relaxing evening spent savoring every passionate second of that final romantic scene with her precious Harry. It was going to make for quite a stimulating evening indeed.
– Harry –
Meanwhile, I slowly stepped off the brightly lit set, letting out a long, relieved sigh. I ran one hand through my messy black hair, feeling awkwardly conscious of every pair of eyes around the studio, knowing they'd all witnessed that surprisingly intense performance—especially the lovely girls from my peerage standing near the cameras.
I felt my cheeks heating up quickly, an embarrassed blush spreading across my face as I glanced shyly over to where Hermione, Narcissa, Tonks, and my two beautiful devil-maids, Lyra and Lyna, waited for me. Each wore varying expressions of excitement, amusement, embarrassment, and affection—all unmistakably clear on their beautiful faces.
As I approached, Lyra and Lyna immediately sprang forward with loud, emotional cries, tears streaming openly down their pretty faces as they practically launched themselves at me.
"Oh, Master Harry!" Lyra sobbed dramatically, hugging herself tightly to my left arm. I felt her soft, curvy body press eagerly against me. "That was absolutely beautiful! So passionate—so incredibly romantic! I could hardly breathe watching you kiss Lady Serafall like that!"
"I completely agree!" Lyna wailed dramatically from my right, gripping my other arm just as tightly. Her generous breasts flattened enticingly against me as she sniffled loudly, pressing herself as close as possible. "Your performance moved me deeply, Master! I'll remember it forever. I'm so proud that we belong to you!"
Chuckling awkwardly at their enthusiastic reactions, I gently rubbed their backs comfortingly. "Thank you, Lyra, Lyna," I said softly, smiling despite the faint embarrassment that still lingered. "I'm really glad you both enjoyed it, even if it was pretty embarrassing performing in front of everyone like that."
"More than enjoyed!" Lyra insisted passionately, staring up at me through tearful eyes. "It truly touched us, Master Harry! It was a moment we'll cherish forever!"
I laughed softly again at her sincere intensity and turned my attention toward Hermione, who stood waiting just behind them. Her pretty face was faintly flushed, her expressive brown eyes still slightly red from shedding a few emotional tears of her own during filming.
Hermione gave a gentle laugh as she dabbed delicately at her eyes with her fingertips. "Honestly, Harry," she admitted softly, smiling shyly, "I wasn't prepared to get so emotionally involved in your performance. When I was younger, my mother and I would spend hours watching dramas together, and your scene with Serafall just brought all those memories rushing back. I never imagined myself enjoying something like a magical girl show, but you may have changed my mind today."
I grinned warmly at her adorable confession. "Well, maybe you've just discovered your new guilty pleasure, Hermione," I teased playfully.
She blushed prettily in response, smiling sweetly up at me. "Perhaps," she murmured softly. "But only if you continue starring in it, Harry."
My smile widened, affection for her swelling inside me as I turned my attention toward Tonks next. She shifted awkwardly on her feet, cheeks flushed vividly pink as she stared fixedly at the studio floor, nervously twisting a strand of her bright pink hair.
I tilted my head curiously, stepping a bit closer to her. "Tonks?" I asked softly, gently prompting her. "What was that you just mumbled? I couldn't quite hear you."
She swallowed nervously, finally gathering the courage to glance shyly up at my face. "I—I just still can't believe you actually did all that with Serafall," she said awkwardly, her cheeks turning even brighter. "I mean—she's your mother, Harry! Doesn't that… well, isn't it kind of… strange?"
Narcissa's smooth, amused laugh interrupted before I could respond. She gently placed a comforting hand onto Tonks's shoulder, smiling warmly down at her blushing niece. "Oh, dear Nymphadora," Narcissa teased gently, blue eyes glittering with mischievous amusement, "you're going to have to get used to accepting far more shocking things now that we're devils. Things like this will seem positively tame soon enough, trust me. The expectations and rules for devils—especially those in a peerage—are very different from those we used to know."
Tonks blushed even deeper at Narcissa's knowing smirk, ducking her head shyly. "Y-yes, Aunt Cissa," she admitted awkwardly, a small smile breaking through her embarrassment. "I suppose you're right. It's just all a bit new for me."
Narcissa leaned close, lowering her voice seductively as she whispered teasingly into Tonks's ear, clearly enjoying her niece's reaction. "In fact, dear niece, I doubt it'll be very long at all before you and I find ourselves happily joining forces in intimately servicing our handsome young master. Just picture it, Nymphadora—the two of us together, completely naked and eagerly pleasuring Harry's cock."
Tonks inhaled sharply, eyes widening in shocked embarrassment. Her entire face glowed scarlet as she gasped, scandalized, "Aunt Cissa!"
I chuckled warmly at Tonks's adorable reaction, stepping in closer to gently cup her flushed face with one hand. "Relax, Tonks," I murmured soothingly, meeting her startled gaze directly. "There's no rush whatsoever. Take all the time you need to get used to being part of my peerage—I'll never pressure you."
Her expression softened immediately at my gentle reassurance, her embarrassment slowly fading into a tender, grateful smile. I leaned forward slowly, softly pressing my lips against hers in a sweet, gentle kiss, conveying to her exactly how happy I was to have her at my side.
Tonks melted slightly into my embrace, her lips warm and responsive against mine. When I slowly pulled back, she gazed up at me through dazed, affectionate eyes. "Thank you, Harry," she whispered softly, sincerity clear in her quiet tone. "I… I'm really glad I'm here with you."
Smiling warmly, I gave her a gentle nod of acknowledgement. Then, turning to each of my other girls in turn—Hermione, Narcissa, Lyra, and Lyna—I made sure to tenderly kiss each of them, expressing my genuine appreciation for every member of my wonderful, affectionate peerage.
After the intensity of filming that dramatic scene with Serafall, surrounded by the girls I deeply cared about, I knew without a doubt how lucky I truly was.
…Everyone had more free time now that my obligations for the weekend were taken care of. Filming was wrapped for the day, the crew was breaking down the set, and Serafall had sprinted off to bullying the post team for a "special cut." That meant the rest of my girls could breathe a little.
Since this was the Underworld and no one here cared about a sabbath, Narcissa decided to take Tonks shopping. She fixed Tonks with that cool professor stare, looked her up and down, and told her she was done letting her niece live in nothing but Hot Topic.
"Honestly, Nymphadora," Narcissa sighed in her refined voice. "I know this style of yours is quite popular in the human world these days, especially amongst rebellious teenage girls. But surely now, as a member of Harry's peerage, it's time to expand your wardrobe and choose something more fitting to your new station."
Tonks instantly pouted, crossing her arms over her chest defiantly. She tilted her chin upwards with exaggerated stubbornness, obviously defensive. "Hey! There's nothing wrong with my clothes, Aunt Cissa," Tonks huffed in irritation. "Hot Topic has plenty of awesome outfits. I like dressing punk—it's cool and it suits my personality. Just because I'm a devil now doesn't mean I suddenly need to dress in boring fancy dresses and pearls every single day."
Narcissa gave her niece an amused, indulgent smile, shaking her head slightly as she tried reasoning with Tonks again. "Oh, darling, I'm certainly not saying you need to abandon your sense of personal style," Narcissa explained calmly. "Far from it. But you can at least broaden your horizons a bit. The Underworld's fashion boutiques have selections far superior to that cheap human mall store you seem obsessed with. Who knows? You may even find punk styles here that are far superior to anything in the human world."
Tonks hesitated, narrowing her eyes slightly in suspicion before finally shrugging reluctantly. "Well... okay, fine. I guess maybe it couldn't hurt to at least check it out," she admitted grudgingly, though she still wore a skeptical expression. Then, in a lower voice, she muttered quietly, "Maybe the devils invented punk fashion in the first place? Was my style actually invented in Hell? That would actually be pretty cool!"
The other girls standing nearby overheard Tonks's quiet musings and immediately giggled lightly amongst themselves, clearly amused by her candid reaction.
Chuckling softly myself, I decided it was probably a good idea to send Lyra and Lyna along on this shopping trip as well. The Sitri territory was generally safe, of course—my family's influence and power was strong here, but I still felt better sending along my two devil-maids as added protection for Narcissa and Tonks. Neither Narcissa nor Tonks had fully mastered their newfound devil abilities just yet. They were both extremely beautiful women, and I knew firsthand how entitled some of the high-class devils could feel when seeing attractive women unescorted. If any arrogant young noble devils got the wrong idea about approaching or bothering my girls, Lyra and Lyna would swiftly correct their misunderstandings.
"Lyra, Lyna," I addressed both maids directly, motioning for them to join Narcissa and Tonks. "Please accompany Narcissa and Tonks on their shopping trip today. Keep an eye on them, and make sure no one tries to harass or bother them. I trust both of you to protect them completely."
Lyra instantly stood straighter, her pretty face brightening with pride and determination. "Of course, Master Harry! You can absolutely count on us. We won't let anyone lay even a finger on your precious girls!"
"Exactly right!" Lyna agreed cheerfully, her lovely features set in an equally determined expression. "Lyra and I will make certain nobody dares to cause trouble or disturb Narcissa or Tonks while they're out shopping today. You can trust us!"
After a few more playful protests from Tonks and gentle encouragement from Narcissa, the four lovely women finally departed together for their shopping trip, leaving me behind in the peaceful quiet of Sitri Manor.
This left me alone with my first girlfriend and bishop, Hermione. I took Hermione to the back gardens to be alone. Both of us changed into swimsuits to spend time together in a hot tub.
We slid into one of the smaller jacuzzis—one of several set into the terraces that overlooked our family's koi lake and the soft, lit paths through the orchards. Pale blue runes glowed along the tub's lips, keeping the temperature perfect and the jets steady.
Hermione leaned back against my chest and set her head on my shoulder. Her curls were pinned up, but a few damp strands stuck to the side of her neck. The heat softened the muscles in her back and shoulders. I felt the slow rise and fall of her breathing against me. For a while, we said nothing. I just held her and felt the way her body relaxed by inches.
"We don't get much time like this," she said finally. Her voice was soft and calm. "At Hogwarts, I thought we would, but there's always something—classes, politics, your mother, the tournament, devils dropping into the castle, Dementors, Lockhart being Lockhart… or not Lockhart," she finished with a giggle.
"Well, at least we took care of that last problem."
"I was just making a point," Hermione said with a cute pout.
"I know." I kissed the side of her head. "I've been feeling guilty about that. You were the first one to say yes to me, the first one to stand with me, and I keep getting pulled every direction but yours."
She turned her face a little so she could look up at me. "You don't have to apologize for having a life, Harry. But I do like when you say things like that." A small smile tugged at her mouth. "Keep going."
I huffed a laugh. "I'm sorry for not taking you on enough dates. I'm sorry for letting things crowd you out. And I want to fix it. Tonight is just us. No cameras, no crew, no family, no emergencies. Just you and me."
"That," she said, "is an acceptable plan."
We fell back into the warm hum of the water. She started talking about magic like she always did when her hands were free and her brain was happy. She'd been throwing herself into elemental work since her turn—more than that, she was chasing how our devil imagination magic could thread into magical processes that normally needed innate capacity or expensive catalysts to perform for humans. Things like rituals or alchemy.
"Human alchemy was always going to be impossible for me," she said. "I didn't have the raw power needed for the subject. Most students didn't, which was why it's not offered as a course anymore and everything has to be learned with self study."
I stroked her skin and teased her a bit. "And knowing you, Hermione, I'm sure you did plenty of that."
"Of course I did," she chuckled proudly. "I could memorize every circle and ratio in all the ancient books I found in the library, but at the end of the day it required magical fuel I didn't have. Now I do. So I've been thinking about pursuing water-borne arrays, steam-phase transmutation, controlled crystallization under devil field pressure…" She paused. "I know that sounds like gobbledygook."
"It doesn't," I said. "You're talking about using demonic water as a carrier and your new demonic force as the driver. You sketch the reaction with chalk, then hold the containment with the Sitri Clan crest, and you push the change with your will and enhanced powers."
Yes, I had been studying and not just spending most of my time at school flirting with women…
"It's so sexy when my boyfriend acts smart…" Hermione took her head off my shoulder and I saw her warm brown eyes darkening lustfully and she leaned in and kissed me…
After a couple hours of spending time with Hermione, my peerage returned from shopping. Narcissa seemed very pleased with her outing, so did Tonks actually.
All of us met in the extravagant dining room where we had dinner with my grandparents alongside mother and her queen Behemoth. It was a nice dinner until Serafall ended up getting an emergency message looking annoyed.
Hermione gently squeezed my thigh beneath the table. "Harry," she murmured softly, "I think you should go check on your mother. She looked pretty upset about something. It's not like her to leave dinner abruptly like that without a good reason."
I glanced sideways, meeting Hermione's thoughtful brown eyes. She was genuinely concerned for Serafall. Dinner with our family and peerage had been pleasant, but Serafall receiving that urgent message and abruptly excusing herself was unusual enough to raise alarm bells.
"Are you sure?" I asked quietly, hesitating slightly. "We finally managed to get some time alone tonight, Hermione. I don't want to ruin that by rushing away."
She smiled at me gently, her gaze affectionate yet firm. "Harry, you're sweet, but your mother clearly needs you right now. Go after her—whatever it is, she'll feel better having you there. Plus we already had sex in the hot tub earlier…" she added slyly.
Leaning toward Hermione, I pressed a soft, grateful kiss against her lips. When I finally pulled away, she was looking up at me with a satisfied, slightly smug expression.
"You're amazing," I admitted quietly, smiling warmly into her eyes. "Thank you for understanding."
Hermione grinned smugly, clearly pleased with herself. "I know," she replied confidently. "Now go—before your mother and Behemoth leave without you."
Excusing myself from the dining table, I quickly stepped away from the cheerful chatter of Narcissa, Tonks, and my maids. Moving swiftly through Sitri Manor's familiar halls, I reached the teleportation chamber just in time. The large teleportation circle was already shimmering with faint blue magical energy, my mother Serafall standing impatiently at its center, accompanied by her ever-faithful Queen, Behemoth.
Both women turned sharply as I entered the room. Behemoth raised an eyebrow, regarding me with amused curiosity. Her elegant blonde hair was styled neatly behind her shoulders, her expression composed and professional as always.
"Lord Harry," Behemoth spoke politely, though her tone held an obvious question. "What brings you here? Shouldn't you be finishing dinner?"
Serafall immediately perked up at the sight of me, her previously tense expression lighting up with obvious relief and delight. "Harry darling!" she exclaimed happily, clapping her hands together once in excitement. "Did you come to see me off? That's so sweet!"
"Actually, Mum," I said smoothly, stepping forward onto the teleportation circle with her, "I wanted to see if I could help you somehow. The fact you had to leave mid-dinner didn't exactly ease my concerns."
Serafall's blue eyes widened dramatically, her expression shifting into a bright, joyful smile as she quickly threw her slender arms around my waist, hugging herself tightly against my chest. I felt the soft pressure of her generous breasts pushing gently against me through her tight Magical Girl costume as she happily squeezed herself even closer.
"Oh, Harry!" Serafall cooed happily, her voice filled with genuine warmth. "You're such a thoughtful, loving son! Having you there would make me feel much better!"
I chuckled softly, rubbing her back reassuringly. "Then let's get going, Mother. We wouldn't want to keep whoever sent that urgent message waiting."
She giggled excitedly, nodding vigorously, and immediately activated the teleportation circle. A bright flash of blue magical light surrounded us, and in a split second, our surroundings abruptly shifted.
We materialized instantly in the middle of a quaint, elegantly constructed village—clearly still somewhere in the Underworld, judging by the unmistakable violet glow of the sky above us.
Directly ahead, a tall, handsome young man strode toward us purposefully.
He wore expensive-looking clothing tailored impeccably to his athletic build, and his blond hair was styled neatly. His gaze locked onto us.
"Lady Leviathan," he greeted with a forced smile. "Thank you for responding to Riser's family's message so quickly…"
I eyed him curiously, wondering who exactly he was. I had never met this particular devil before.
Behemoth seemed to sense my confusion, subtly leaning closer to whisper discreetly into my ear. "That's Riser Phenex, third son of Lord Phenex. We're currently standing in Phenex territory, young master."
I raised an eyebrow, surprised yet intrigued. "The Phenex family? As in Rias's former fiancé? That Riser Phenex?"
Behemoth nodded discreetly. "The very same, Lord Harry," she confirmed quietly, her voice dripping with quiet amusement at my reaction.
I nearly grimaced aloud. Oh, great. Talk about an awkward meeting. If Riser Phenex knew about Rias and me—well, things could potentially get complicated fast.
But hopefully, he had no idea Rias was currently engaged to me. Maybe we'd get lucky, and he'd be blissfully unaware of the fact he was speaking to his ex-fiancée's current fiancé.
Right as the hopeful thought crossed my mind, my mother joyfully shattered any chance at subtlety by immediately grabbing my arm, tugging me forward enthusiastically, and practically squealing with pride, "Oh, and of course you must meet my precious son, Harry! Isn't he just the most handsome devil you've ever seen, Riser?"
Riser Phenex immediately went rigid. His previously polite expression darkened noticeably, glaring daggers straight at me.
Yeah. So much for subtlety. The man absolutely knew exactly who I was—and more importantly, who I was currently engaged to. The intense hatred practically radiating from his body language told me everything I needed to know.
He absolutely hated my guts.
I cleared my throat awkwardly, offering Riser a polite but clearly fake smile. "Ah, hello," I greeted carefully, trying to keep my voice neutral and non-confrontational. "It's nice to finally meet you, Riser Phenex. I've, ah... heard a lot about you."
Riser's sharp eyes narrowed dangerously, his voice cold and clearly filled with restrained anger as he responded, "Oh, Riser assures you, Harry Sitri—Riser has heard far more about you..."
Well, shit.
Serafall smirked playfully, obviously she knew why he was mad. "Is something wrong, darling? Did you two meet before?" she asked innocently.
"No," I replied quickly, still eyeing Riser cautiously. "But we certainly have common acquaintances."
Riser's scowl deepened further, his voice dropping even colder and more clipped. "Indeed we do," he agreed tightly. "And some of us seem to enjoy stealing things that aren't rightfully theirs."
Rias wasn't a thing…
But before either of us could escalate things further, Behemoth smoothly stepped forward, placing herself gracefully between me and Riser, subtly but deliberately cutting off the aggressive tension.
"Gentlemen," she interjected politely yet firmly, her serene voice easily diffusing the growing hostility, "I believe there are more pressing matters demanding our immediate attention, yes? Lady Leviathan's presence here was requested urgently, after all."
Riser visibly forced himself to calm down, exhaling harshly and stepping back slightly. He turned stiffly toward my mother, composing himself carefully once again. "Yes, of course," he responded tensely. "My apologies, Lady Leviathan. Let Riser brief you quickly on the current situation..."
…Serafall and Behemoth had already gone on ahead, intent on catching up to and handling the bulk of the invading force.
Goblins had attacked this town—that's right, fucking goblins. The creatures were small, sure, and usually weaker physically and magically than a low-class devil—which, normally, would have made any assault they could mount here laughable at best. But these weren't soldiers or trained fighters they'd ambushed, just peaceful devil villagers who hadn't been expecting anything like a sudden attack. These goblins had arrived heavily armed—with fucking silver weapons, each blade, dagger, and spear enchanted to do holy damage.
Most of the village women and children had managed to escape, either running for safety in neighboring towns or teleporting out before the anti-magic barriers the goblins had placed took hold. The men, though, had stayed behind, desperately trying to protect their families and homes. They'd fought bravely, given how totally unprepared they were, but bravery wasn't enough against these surprise attacks, especially not against holy-enhanced silver.
Bodies littered the ground as we walked. I couldn't avoid seeing their empty eyes staring blankly upward, skin and muscle scorched by the touch of the silver, expressions frozen in pain or fear. Blood pooled and congealed on the streets. The goblins had ransacked the town afterward, and clearly hadn't been gentle about it. Doors had been ripped from hinges, windows smashed, belongings strewn across the muddy streets and pathways. Furniture was overturned or hacked apart, valuables looted, anything breakable smashed into worthless fragments out of sheer spite.
And the smell—fuck, the smell was god-awful. Smoke and burned flesh, mixed with the sour stench of goblin sweat and grime lingering in the air.
I forced myself to breathe shallowly through my mouth, trying not to gag.
Worst of all, this was my mother's fault—sort of, anyway. Or maybe it was even MY fault…
Serafall hated the Goblins, but she owed them a favor for discovering me. That's why she allowed them to peacefully visit their ancestral homes in the underworld in small groups, like a pilgrimage. Obviously, the goblins ignored the "peaceful" and "small groups" part of the agreement, but the fact that Serafall still allowed them in the underworld in the first place meant the victims would mostly end up blaming her after all this was over.
Fucking politics…
And, of course, I had the wonderful misfortune of hearing about all this directly from Riser himself. I'd been left alone with him, the two of us tasked with sweeping through the devastated village streets for any survivors—though from the carnage around us, I seriously doubted we'd find any alive.
Riser Phenex, as it turned out, had a very distinct method of coping with the horrific scene. He bitched. Loudly. And constantly.
He wasn't just bitching about the situation either. No, he had to keep coming back to me and Rias, as if losing her was somehow my fault personally. Apparently, the Phenex heir hadn't gotten over having his engagement broken yet, and every two minutes he'd bring her up again in increasingly crude ways.
"You know, Harry," he said with an arrogant smirk, nudging the corpse of a dead goblin with his polished boot. "Riser has to wonder, now that you've stolen Rias away from him—what exactly is she like behind closed doors? Come on, be honest with Riser. How do her tits look up close? Are they as soft as they look beneath that tight uniform she always wears? Have you fucked her yet? Because surely, you've at least sampled what you've taken from Riser."
I clenched my jaw tightly, forcing myself to stay calm and focused. My hand instinctively curled into a fist, muscles tightening as I desperately fought the urge to slug him right across that smug fucking face. If the situation weren't as serious as it was—if we weren't literally picking our way through the bodies of innocent devils slaughtered brutally by these goblins—I would have knocked him onto his arrogant ass without a second thought.
Riser, however, seemed blissfully unaware of how close I was to breaking his jaw. He leaned closer toward me. "Oh, come on," he prodded further, grinning like a complete bastard. "Surely you can at least tell Riser this much—how tight is she? Has anyone else ever been inside her before, or did Riser miss out on the chance to pop her cherry himself?"
I stopped dead in my tracks. "You really don't fucking know when to shut up, do you?" I growled sharply, my voice low and dangerous. "We're standing in the middle of a fucking massacre, Phenex. Innocent people have been slaughtered around us. Do you really think now is the time to be asking about my fiancé's pussy?"
Riser simply chuckled, utterly unaffected by my anger. "You know," he said, seemingly oblivious or simply uncaring about my warning, "Riser finds your reaction rather amusing. But really, Sitri, you can't blame him for being curious. Rias Gremory is one of the most beautiful women in the Underworld—one of the purest-blooded high-class devils to exist. It's only natural for Riser to feel bitter at losing her to someone like you."
"You lost her because you're a fucking creep," I said flatly, turning away and stepping carefully over a pile of broken wooden beams. "Now, shut the hell up, and focus on the damn job."
Riser scowled at me petulantly, clearly not pleased with my response. But at least he was quiet for a few precious moments while we continued checking houses and buildings for survivors.
Unable to resist provoking him, I finally broke our tense silence with a pointed question of my own. "Speaking of beautiful women—where exactly is that harem of yours? I mean, your peerage. According to Rias, don't you usually have a flock of adoring servants trailing along behind you, ready to praise and flatter your every idiotic word?"
He snorted dismissively, waving my question away. "Riser does not subject the beautiful young ladies of his peerage to scenes of brutality like this," he said loftily, indicating the carnage around us with an elegant sweep of his arm. "Unlike certain devils, Riser respects his peerage members too much to traumatize them unnecessarily."
"Right," I scoffed irritably. "I get that you don't want your peerage here. But wouldn't it at least have been smart to bring along guards from your clan? Showing up alone to a potential battlefield seems pretty damn stupid to me."
Riser shot me another condescending look. "Riser does not require the protection of others to handle such trivial creatures," he proclaimed smugly. "A Phenex's immortal body makes them practically invincible—these pathetic goblins could never harm Riser in any meaningful way."
The timing of his arrogant boast couldn't have been more perfect—or more ironic.
Because at precisely that moment, the ground directly behind Riser erupted violently upward, dirt and rubble spraying into the air as a small goblin warrior burst free from the earth beneath our feet.
Before either of us could react, a silver dagger plunged viciously into the lower part of Riser's leg, piercing cleanly through his expensive trousers and sinking deeply into his flesh.
Riser Phenex let out an embarrassingly shrill, ear-splitting scream of shock and pain, collapsing instantly onto the filthy ground beneath him. Golden flames immediately flickering around the wound as his Phoenix bloodline desperately tried—and failed—to heal the silver-inflicted injury.
"F-FUCK!" Riser shrieked in pure panic, kicking wildly at the goblin, his face pale and terrified as he stared at the silver blade embedded in his flesh. "It hurts! Shit! Fucking help Riser, damn you!"
The goblin sneered cruelly before scrambling forward for a second strike.
I reacted quickly. My palm thrust forward as I fired a powerful jew of high pressure water directly into the goblin's torso. The small creature exploded in a shower of gore and bone fragments, splattering across the dirt and debris around us.
I turned back toward Riser. His eyes were wide with pain and panic, his chest heaving as sweat dripped down his forehead. "A-are you just going to stand there gawking, Sitri?" Riser gasped, his voice filled with desperate anger. "Fucking help Riser! Pull the damn dagger out!"
I glared down at him for a long, satisfying moment, enjoying seeing the arrogant prick humbled. But now really wasn't the time to savor petty revenge.
Dropping to one knee beside him, I grabbed the silver dagger's handle, meeting Riser's fearful gaze evenly. "This is going to hurt like a motherfucker," I warned bluntly.
"Just do it!" Riser snapped furiously, sweat pouring down his temples.
I yanked the blade sharply from his flesh in one quick motion. Riser howled in agony once again, thrashing and screaming curses loud enough to echo through the ruined village streets.
I tossed the bloody silver dagger aside and watched as golden flames finally began slowly closing Riser's injury, though the flesh still sizzled horribly from silver burns.
"Congratulations," I said sarcastically, rising smoothly to my feet and staring down at his crumpled, shaking form. "You managed to survive a single goblin attack. Maybe next time, bring some fucking guards."
Riser simply moaned weakly in response, glaring at me through watery, hate-filled eyes.
Only seconds after I'd tossed aside the bloody dagger, doors splintered, windows shattered, and bodies surged out of the abandoned homes that lined both sides of the street. More goblins, fully armored from head to toe, came rushing out like a fucking army.
Even more of these disgusting creatures erupted from beneath the ground itself—burrowing up through the dirt and rubble, spraying debris everywhere, making it clear they'd laid this ambush perfectly. Dozens quickly surrounded us in seconds.
One goblin stood out from the rest—his armor heavier, ornate runes glowing dully across its metal surface. He stepped forward confidently, his beady red eyes fixed eagerly on Riser Phenex.
"There he is—a member of the Phenex clan! Ha! I fucking told you fools attacking this worthless village would lure one of those arrogant chickens out here eventually!" His followers laughed harshly, nodding eagerly as their leader continued speaking in that grating voice. "Capture him alive—he'll make a perfect hostage! Once we have him, his noble family will have no choice but to meet our demands! Our nation will reclaim our place in the underworld, starting with this territory!"
Another goblin beside him squinted suspiciously, pointing at me with his curved silver sword. "Wait, who's this other one? He wasn't part of the plan."
The leader snorted. "Who gives a fuck? Kill the useless bastard! He's worthless—it's the Phenex we need alive. The other one's nothing but an obstacle—get rid of him quickly!"
"You disgusting, filthy insects," Riser spat furiously, his voice trembling with barely-restrained hatred. He slowly pushed himself up from the ground, his golden flames finally licking away the last traces of injury. "How dare you lowly vermin even dream of laying your filthy hands upon a noble member of the Phenex clan?" He paused, eyes briefly flicking over in my direction, clearly annoyed to even acknowledge my existence. "And—begrudgingly, Riser must admit—how dare you threaten the Sitri clan as well…"
I rolled my eyes at his tone—he'd obviously only included me because our parents were political allies, not out of any genuine concern for my safety.
The goblin leader sneered again, clearly unimpressed. "Oh? And what exactly are you going to do, Phenex brat? Our weapons and armor are specifically enchanted to resist fire magic. Your pathetic flames won't harm us!"
Riser narrowed his eyes sharply and a cold smirk spread slowly across his lips. Without another word, he extended one palm outward, manifesting a detailed golden spell circle directly in front of him before a massive torrent of blazing golden fire exploded violently outward toward the assembled goblins.
The goblins confidently braced themselves against the incoming flames. Their sneering leader even laughed mockingly, his shrill voice dripping with disdain. "Ha! See, fools? These noble devils are one trick ponies! Just as I said, his pathetic fire magic can never penetrate our fire-resistant enchanted armor!"
But his subordinate's arrogant smirks quickly turned into expressions of pure horror as the scorching flames engulfed their armored bodies completely. Initially, their protective equipment indeed seemed to hold up quite well against the fierce inferno—glowing brightly beneath the onslaught but never actually melting or breaking apart.
Unfortunately for the goblins, while their armor remained intact, the soft, vulnerable flesh beneath most certainly did not.
Within seconds, agonized screams filled the air, cutting sharply through the roar of the flames. The goblins trapped within their own armor began thrashing desperately, shrieking in pure agony as Riser's relentless fire rapidly superheated the metal encasing their bodies. Skin blistered, muscle cooked, blood boiled—each armored goblin collapsed onto the muddy ground in screaming, writhing heaps of agony, roasted alive inside their very own armor.
Enraged, the remaining goblins roared furiously around us. Their previously smug confidence shattered instantly, replaced by desperate rage and fear.
"He killed our kin! Fuck the plan! Kill them! Fucking kill both of those filthy devils!" several goblins screamed at once. "Don't let either of them leave here alive!"
Riser calmly turned his arrogant gaze back toward me, entirely unbothered by the dozens of armed goblins barreling toward us. "Try not to embarrass yourself too much, Sitri," he sneered. "Riser would rather not explain to Lady Leviathan how her precious little boy ended up skewered by these worthless insects."
"Shut your fucking mouth, Phenex. You were the idiot who just got stabbed. Maybe I should let them take your sorry ass hostage after all."
Riser merely scoffed disdainfully, golden flames flickering ominously across his fingertips. "We'll see who ends up saving who in the end, half-breed."
"Fuck off, Riser," I growled irritably, as the two of us stood back-to-back.
The first group rushed us, loud and sloppy. I lifted my hand and pulled moisture from the air and ruptured pipes under the street. The water was already there, so I might as well save some magic and use it. That was a good lesson Sona and Serafall both taught me since conjuring our own demonic water used up our magical reserves a lot faster.
Water surged around my forearm in a sharp cone formation. I clenched my fist. The cone snapped into a high-pressure jet. It hit the closest goblin dead center. His breastplate dented, then folded and punctured, and the jet of high pressure water punched through him explosively.
Riser dumped a fan of golden fire across the front ranks to my right. It washed over their armor. Screams came a second later. They toppled, limbs jerking, cooked inside their own shells. The ones behind them tried to pull them clear and slipped on the boiling fat slicking the stones.
A spear point lunged for my ribs. I let the jet die and pivoted. The shaft scraped my forearm. I grabbed it, twisted, and yanked. The goblin stumbled forward. I slammed my palm under his visor and blasted. His neck snapped back. He went down hard.
Another came from my left with a hooked blade aimed at my ankle. I stepped back and kicked. My heel met his jaw. I brought the water back up as a whip and cut low. The water line hacked through the tendon behind an armored knee. The little bastard collapsed. I stamped the side of his helmet until it dented and stopped moving.
"Behind you," Riser snapped.
I spun. A goblin burst up from a fresh hole at my back, swinging a silver hatchet. I threw a flat sheet of water straight down into the hole. Dirt slumped in instantly, swallowing the next climbers and wedging the current one halfway out. He screeched, stuck at the hips. I gripped the embedded hatchet, ripped it from his hand, and buried it into his visor. He went limp.
To my right, Riser took three quick steps forward and drove his fist into a shield wall. Golden flames rolled across his knuckles, then jetted from his forearm in a tight lance that broke the wall and the goblins hiding behind it.
More goblins came at me and I smashed them away with the water whip in my hand, but I missed that they were a distraction.
A silver dagger caught me clean across the thigh through the open edge of my robe. The pain detonated up my leg, like acid poured straight into my nerves. My vision blurred for a second, and bile rose in my throat.
I stumbled and swore, "Fuck—holy shit." The goblin lunged to finish me, blade high for my throat. I met him with a hard water jet under his chin. His head snapped back at a wrong angle. He fell in a heap.
I grabbed my thigh and gritted my teeth. The flesh sizzled where the silver had touched.
"Are you hit?" Riser called out.
"Just a graze," I lied.
"Don't get sloppy now, Sitri. There's still more of them popping up…"
"Watch your own ass," I shot back, and I went forward again.
The goblin leader barked orders from behind the line of his men, waving a silver longsword and pointing at Riser. "We can win this! The plan is back on! Take the phoenix alive! Kill the half-breed, drown him in knives!"
They rushed faster and tried to swamp my front. I reformed my water whip and then split my water whip into two thinner lines. I sent the right line straight for the closest goblin's weapon hand. I looped his wrist, yanked tight, and snapped the line. His hand came off at the gauntlet. His sword dropped and spun across the stones. With the left line, I struck the next goblin's knee joint. The cut hit the leather strap behind the plate and the joint failed. He fell forward. I stepped in, drove my shoulder into his chest to put him flat, and fired a short jet through his visor slit. His head kicked once. His armor went still.
I needed space. I pulled up more water from burst pipes and the gutter and blasted a wide fan into the cobbles in front of me. The sheet slapped the ground and kicked back into the mob as a solid wall. I dumped a quick burst of heat into it and turned the wall into steam. The fog rose to my waist, hot and thick. Their line lost sight of me and they tripped over each other.
I pushed the steam sideways with my palm, hard to the left, right into a wing of goblins who were climbing in from a broken doorway. They lost footing. I condensed a strip of that steam into a slick sheet of water right under their boots and froze it in place. Their feet stuck for a heartbeat. I cut ankles with fast whip passes and shoved bodies over. I kept it simple, not trying to burn quickly through my demonic reserves, because these beasts just kept coming in waves.
On my right, a silver spear punched clean through Riser's shoulder. He screamed high and ragged. Flames flared around the wound and then sputtered out where the silver touched. Phoenix healing tried to kick in and got shut down by the metal. He grabbed the spear shaft with both hands, snapped it in the middle, and dragged the broken length through his shoulder and out the other side. He screamed again. He seized the goblin who had stabbed him, jammed the jagged spear butt into the visor slit, and shoved until it punched out the back of the helmet.
Riser staggered and sucked air through his teeth. "Fuck that hurts!"
I glanced over my shoulder and scowled deeply. "You know," I growled irritably toward Riser, "I was just about to suggest we take to the air and attack these ugly little fuckers from above—but that's obviously out of the question now."
Riser, still breathing heavily as golden flames flickered along his injured shoulder, turned and followed my gaze. His expression darkened visibly, his voice dripping with barely-contained disgust. "Yes, unfortunately, Riser noticed it too. There's an entire damned line of goblin archers back there, each one holding bows carved completely from silver." He spat onto the blood-soaked ground. "These pathetic creatures clearly planned every detail of this ambush thoroughly. It seems they truly came prepared."
"No shit," I muttered irritably. I slowly turned in a full circle, surveying the carnage and chaos surrounding us. "And to make matters worse," I continued darkly, "it looks like their numbers have somehow doubled or tripled from what we started with. What began as just a few dozen filthy goblins has turned into close to a hundred—maybe even more. They're pouring out of those tunnels beneath the streets like fucking cockroaches."
Riser glanced around grimly, finally nodding stiffly in reluctant agreement. "Indeed," he said with a heavy sigh. "They're practically swarming us now. More of them every second."
"Listen, Sitri," he said bluntly. "Everyone in this village is clearly already dead—we haven't found a single survivor anywhere. At this point, holding back serves no purpose."
"So, you're suggesting we go big and just flatten this entire town completely?" I asked, making sure I understood him correctly.
"This village falls within Phenex territory anyway—my family can easily afford to rebuild it afterward. Destroying it now won't be an issue. These worthless creatures need to be eradicated immediately, before they spread further into our land."
"Fine, Phenex. Let's fucking do this," I said firmly.
I stepped slightly to the side, turning deliberately to face toward the left side of town. Riser immediately mirrored my movements, positioning himself to aim toward the right. We stood back-to-back again as both of us began slowly pulling together every ounce of magical power remaining.
The goblin leader suddenly realized exactly what we intended. His eyes widened sharply with panic, his shrill voice rising desperately as he waved his silver longsword frantically in the air. "STOP THEM, YOU FOOLS!" he screamed frantically. "Don't let them unleash their full magic! Charge them now, quickly!"
But he was already far too late.
We'd been holding back significantly throughout the entire fight—cautiously reserving our strength in the slim hope there might still be survivors hidden somewhere within the ruined town. But with the goblin forces clearly overwhelming us now, that obviously wasn't the case anymore.
Time to stop fucking around.
I released all restraints on my magic, allowing the full raw force of my demonic power to surge rapidly outward from deep inside me. Before I was using the water around me to conserve magic, but now I was summoning my own demonic water. My power quickly gathered into an enormous, towering wall of water directly ahead of me. It swelled rapidly into an absolutely massive tidal wave—easily several stories high—looming over the scrambling goblins.
Beside me, Riser's own magic flared violently to life. A large wall of fire that matched my own towering wave.
"Burn in agony, you miserable little insects!" Riser snarled coldly. He thrust both hands sharply forward, and his towering wall of golden fire erupted violently outward, instantly engulfing everything in its path. Dozens of goblins shrieked in raw agony, their armor glowing red-hot, their flesh quickly cooking and melting from their bones beneath the unstoppable inferno.
At the same instant, I released my own enormous tidal wave, directing it fiercely in the opposite direction. Thousands upon thousands of gallons of water slammed down onto the remaining goblin ranks with devastating force, violently crushing armored bodies, shattering bones, and instantly drowning countless of the screaming bastards beneath its immense weight.
I clenched my jaw tightly, pouring every last ounce of magical energy into the relentless wave, ruthlessly sweeping it back and forth across the entire left side of the ruined village, systematically obliterating everything in its path. Wood splintered, stone crumbled, metal armor flattened beneath the overwhelming pressure, and the agonized screams of dying goblins echoed sharply above the roaring torrent.
I barely registered Riser unleashing similar destruction in the opposite direction, his relentless inferno completely incinerating everything it touched. Both our combined powers shook the very ground beneath our feet, creating a blazing, steaming maelstrom of annihilation all around us.
The sheer intensity of the magical power we both unleashed quickly formed into a massive beacon—clearly visible for miles around, even if the goblins had managed to erect wards attempting to hide their attack. There was no way Serafall or Behemoth wouldn't immediately sense us now!
Both my tidal wave and Riser's blazing inferno finally began slowing and weakening, the massive expenditure of magical energy leaving us drained, exhausted, and breathing raggedly. Steam rose thickly from the water and fire meeting, blanketing the completely flattened, utterly destroyed remains of the goblin-infested village.
I wiped sweat from my forehead, breathing heavily as I finally allowed my battered, weary body to relax slightly.
Turning slowly, I met Riser's equally exhausted gaze, offering him a faint, grudging nod of respect.
"Well," I said dryly, surveying the obliterated ruins around us, "I'd say that's one effective way to handle a goblin infestation."
Riser snorted softly in tired amusement. "Indeed, Sitri. Crude—but certainly effective."
Man, this was going to be a really weird story to tell Rias when I got back to Hogwarts. The fact that I ended up teaming up with the guy she hated most and fought off an entire legion of goblins together…
A pink missile slammed violently into the ruined ground right in front of us, blasting up chunks of dirt and stone!
Serafall rose quickly from the crouched position she'd landed in, her long, dark hair swirling around her as an aura of pinkish, raw magical energy pulsed furiously off her small body. For a second, the full extent of her immense devil power crashed over Riser and me like a physical wave, thick and suffocating enough to make even my muscles lock up. A shiver jolted down my spine as I instinctively froze—Serafall Leviathan pissed off was genuinely terrifying.
But the moment she recognized my face through the clouds of steam and smoke, the murderous glare evaporated from her face, replaced instantly by open relief and warmth.
"Harry!" Serafall gasped, eyes wide and shimmering now with a completely different emotion. She closed the distance between us in less than a second, practically tackling me as she wrapped her slender arms tightly around my neck, pulling my head firmly against her soft chest. My face was immediately smothered warmly between the plush softness of her large breasts, making it slightly difficult to breathe. Her fingers gripped me desperately as if afraid I'd disappear if she let go for even a second.
"I'm so sorry, Harry! Those sneaky, disgusting little goblins tricked me and Behe-tan!" she said loudly, her voice muffled slightly by her soft curves pressed snugly against my face. "The stupid little bastards had us chasing a fake trail miles away! It was only a small group, I can't believe I fell for something so dumb!"
I managed to gently pull my face back just enough to speak, gasping slightly for air while Serafall's generous tits still pressed warmly against my chin and cheeks. "Mother, relax," I reassured her calmly, placing my hands on her slender waist to steady her and meet her worried gaze. "It's alright now. Riser and I handled it here…"
Serafall pulled back slightly, blinking at me in surprise and confusion, her vibrant blue eyes wide with disbelief as she finally took notice of the extensive damage surrounding us—the flattened village, the scorched earth, the bodies littering the ground.
"You two handled this yourselves?" she asked incredulously, glancing skeptically toward Riser, who stood nearby with his arms crossed, looking extremely annoyed and still in pain.
"Yes, It got pretty brutal, but we managed to kill most—maybe even all of them."
Serafall visibly paled at my casual statement. Her beautiful face twisted into a look of immediate concern and guilt, eyes darting anxiously between me and Riser. "Over a hundred goblins attacked you? Shit! That was never supposed to happen—" She grimaced, clearly angry with herself. "It's all my fault. I never should've agreed to allow those disgusting creatures access to the Underworld."
A second later, Behemoth descended from above, her wings folding neatly behind her back as she touched down beside Serafall. "Lady Leviathan," Behemoth stated firmly. "If there are any survivors from the goblins' ranks still alive within the rubble, I will find them immediately. I assure you—whoever survives will wish they hadn't once the interrogation begins." Her gaze then drifted downward, narrowing as she stared pointedly at my leg. "Lord Harry—you're wounded."
"What?" Serafall gasped loudly, stepping back to frantically look me over. Her worried blue eyes immediately locked onto the blood-soaked gash along my thigh, where the silver dagger had left its mark. Her face went from guilty to outright panicked in less than a second. "Oh no! Harry, you're hurt! Why didn't you say something immediately? You shouldn't have tried to hide this from me!" Serafall began fussing instantly, dropping to her knees in front of me to frantically inspect my injury more closely, her gentle hands trembling slightly as she delicately brushed fingertips around the angry wound.
I grimaced at the sharp sting of pain. "Relax, Mum," I tried reassuring her again, reaching down to gently touch her shoulder. "It's not that bad, really—just a graze. It hurts like a fucking bitch because it was some kind of holy enchanted silver, but I'm alright. I'll be fine in a bit."
"Bullshit," Riser scoffed irritably from where he stood a few feet away, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Your injury was deep enough for that silver dagger to easily poison your system if not treated immediately. Stop playing tough in front of your mother, Sitri—it's pathetic."
Ignoring my irritated glare, Riser dug into his coat pocket, pulling out a small glass vial filled with a softly glowing golden liquid. Phenex Tears. He stared at the vial briefly before sighing dramatically, stepping forward to offer it grudgingly toward me.
"Here," Riser said flatly, thrusting the vial roughly into my hand. "Take this and drink it quickly. Consider it payment for having helped Riser out earlier. After all, without your assistance, those disgusting goblins might have actually managed to capture Riser—which would've been completely humiliating."
"How very generous of you," I muttered sarcastically. But I didn't waste time arguing further. I swiftly popped open the vial and downed the glowing golden liquid. Instantly, a soothing, pleasantly warm sensation spread rapidly from my throat down to my wounded thigh, completely washing away the sharp agony within seconds.
As I handed the empty vial back to Riser, I glanced toward his injured shoulder, noticing that despite his regenerative flames finally sealing the wound, he was clearly still hurting badly. He twitched slightly whenever he moved his arm, face still tense with discomfort.
Serafall rose slowly back to her feet beside me, sighing deeply in visible relief when she saw my injury completely vanish.
Her expression turned serious again as she asked us to tell her everything that happened…
…Despite being in the underworld, I mostly kept to a Scotland time zone schedule so that my sleep schedule wouldn't get ruined when I headed back to Hogwarts tomorrow. It was well past "midnight" when we finally finished everything up. I got to meet Riser's parents when they showed up after Serafall called them. They were frantic of course about the attack in their own territory, but when it came to meeting me they were surprisingly a lot more chill than their son was. Well, he had chilled out a bit since we'd fought for our lives side by side, but I doubted we'd ever be anything close to friends.
Behemoth managed to find a couple goblin survivors and would spend the night getting them to talk.
My mother and I teleported back to the Sitri manor and I figured most of my peerage would have gone to sleep by now.
Serafall slowly turned toward me, a soft blush warming her cheeks as she looked up into my eyes with that playful gleam I knew all too well. She reached out gently and took hold of my hand, intertwining her slender fingers with mine. Her thumb brushed soothingly across the back of my hand.
"Harry-kun," she said softly, her voice dropping into that sweet, seductive tone of hers. "You were a real hero today, weren't you? Not just during filming—even though your performance as Cassium was absolutely amazing—but also for bravely fighting off all those nasty little goblins alongside Riser. My brave, handsome son is truly incredible."
I chuckled awkwardly, feeling the warmth creep up the back of my neck. "Well, someone had to clean up that mess," I muttered modestly.
Serafall giggled at that, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. "Oh, Harry, you don't give yourself enough credit. You went above and beyond today, and you deserve a special reward. Luckily for you," she added playfully, her bright blue eyes twinkling mischievously, "the beautiful and powerful Magical Girl Levia-tan is right here, ready to properly reward her beloved hero!"
Before I could ask what exactly she had in mind, Serafall flashed me a wicked little grin and stepped closer, her free hand moving boldly to the neckline of her tight Magical Girl costume. She pulled it downward, slowly sliding the stretchy fabric over the rounded curves of her magnificent, perfectly shaped breasts. They bounced gently into view, heavy and full, capped by soft pink nipples already hardening eagerly beneath my stare.
I swallowed thickly, my cock immediately hardening beneath my pants as I stared at her large, flawless tits. Serafall smiled smugly at my obvious reaction, pressing herself firmly against me. Her soft curves molded perfectly against my chest as she leaned up onto her tiptoes to whisper teasingly into my ear. "I've been wanting this all weekend, Harry," she purred softly, her breath hot against my ear. "Come with me to my bedroom, and let Magical Girl Levia-tan properly reward her brave hero."
I nodded dumbly, my mind already filling with vivid images of everything I wanted to do to her gorgeous body. Serafall giggled happily at my obvious enthusiasm and began leading me eagerly down the hall by the hand, her exposed tits bouncing hypnotically with each step she took.
Just as we reached the grand staircase leading toward the private wing of the manor, a stern, familiar voice suddenly rang out behind us. "Not so fast, young lady."
Serafall yelped loudly in surprise, jumping nearly a foot into the air. She hastily tried covering herself back up as we both spun around to face the newcomer. Standing there, with a thoroughly unimpressed look on her face, was my grandmother Selene Sitri.
Selene fixed her stern gaze firmly on her daughter, raising one eyebrow critically. "Serafall Leviathan Sitri," she said calmly, her voice dripping with clear disappointment, "I believe we have a lot to talk about."
Serafall's face flushed a deep, embarrassed crimson. "Mama!" she whined childishly, her cheeks puffing out as she pouted adorably. "Don't sneak up on us like that! It's embarrassing!"
Selene's expression remained utterly unamused, her gaze shifting pointedly toward me. "Harry has classes early tomorrow morning, and he requires proper rest—not being kept awake all night fulfilling your... 'special reward' fantasies." She sighed heavily, shaking her head slightly in exasperation. "Furthermore, thanks to tonight's disastrous goblin invasion, we are facing an imminent political scandal. Our family needs to immediately prepare a coordinated response. You and I will be staying up late strategizing exactly how we intend to manage this PR nightmare."
"Nooooo!" Serafall wailed dramatically, her eyes comically welling up with tears as she stomped her foot like a spoiled child. "I don't wanna do more boring work tonight, Mama! Harry and I have plans—very important plans! Can't this wait until morning? Pleeeease?"
Selene calmly ignored her daughter's exaggerated tantrum, stepping forward and taking hold of Serafall's arm, beginning to firmly guide her protesting daughter back down the hall. "Absolutely not," Selene stated evenly, her tone leaving zero room for argument. "You've caused quite enough trouble for one weekend, my dear daughter. It's time to handle your responsibilities as a proper Maou."
Serafall kicked her feet uselessly, whining and struggling dramatically—though she didn't actually put up any genuine resistance against her mother's grip. "This isn't fair!" she sobbed theatrically, shooting me one last longing glance over her shoulder as Selene dragged her away. "Harry, help! Save your Magical Girl Levia-tan from even more boring work!"
Selene paused briefly, giving me a polite nod of acknowledgment. "Goodnight, Harry dear," she said gently, ignoring her daughter's continued protests. "Sleep well—and please forgive your mother's inability to behave maturely."
I chuckled softly, shaking my head with a resigned smile. "Goodnight, Grandma," I replied warmly, waving slightly. "And don't worry, I'm already used to Mother's antics."
Selene nodded once more, then she firmly pulled Serafall away down the hall, Serafall's loud whining gradually fading into the distance as they disappeared around the corner.
I stood there alone for a moment, staring after them with a wry smirk on my face.
"Damn," I muttered dryly beneath my breath, rubbing the back of my neck sheepishly. "So that's definitely where Sona inherited her strict personality from. Makes a lot of sense now."
Realizing my evening plans with Serafall had officially been derailed, I turned and walked quietly to my own bedroom instead. I pushed open the heavy doors, fully expecting it to be empty—only to pause abruptly in surprise.
Lying peacefully atop my enormous king-sized bed were all the beautiful members of my peerage. Hermione was curled comfortably in the center, breathing softly. Narcissa lay gracefully beside her, while Tonks sprawled casually across the foot of the mattress. Lyra and Lyna, my devil-maids, lay snuggled together at the far side, peacefully intertwined with each other.
They'd obviously fallen asleep waiting up for me—just another reminder of how lucky I truly was.
Smiling fondly, I quietly approached the bed, gently easing myself into the warm space between their beautiful, sleeping bodies. Immediately, as if sensing my presence, Hermione murmured softly in her sleep, shifting closer and cuddling against my side. Narcissa and Tonks stirred as well, instinctively curling toward me and pressing their soft, warm bodies comfortably against mine.
Tomorrow I'd be back at Hogwarts, and wondered with my last cognizant thoughts—if anything interesting happened in the castle while we were away over the weekend…?
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