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Dragon X Devil: Clockwork Blaze	By : TwistedViper20XX Category: +G to L > Highschool DxD Views: 27062 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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PoV: Shoichiro
"A date?"
"Yeah, next Sunday afternoon. Can you do it?"
"Sure. That sounds great." Yuuma and I have been... doing whatever we've been doing, for about a week now. I shouldn't really call it dating, since this will be our first official date, but I don't have a better word for it.
Most of our time spent together has just been walking to and from school, and to tell the truth, it hasn't been nearly as awkward as I thought it would be. As long as we stick to simple yes-or-no questions, I'm fine. It's the open-ended stuff that produces the word vomit; she once asked me who my favorite singer was, and it turned into a ten-minute breakdown of the vocal pitch of the top ten idols in Japan.
My name is Shoichiro Seiryuu, and I'm still a physics nerd.
We bid each other good night, and she shouts out how happy she is that I'm her boyfriend. Weird flex, but I'm not complaining.
I've been so wrapped up in enjoying Yuuma's presence that I almost completely miss Tetra Tits lurking nearby. She's farther away which makes it more difficult to pinpoint her exact location, but she's still nearby. Close enough to sense, not close enough to shoot.
I figure that's fine, since we're both safe from each other.
I go home, change into my workout clothes and start my routine. Since I have no homework tonight, and I'm supposed to go out with Yuuma on Sunday, I decide to do eight miles instead of my usual four. My body holds up surprisingly well under the added strain.
By the time I get home, I can only hope I've given Tetra Tits a good show. That's another reason I decide to more than double my workout for the next three days. If nothing else, whoever she's working for needs to understand that I refuse to be an easy target.
I'm not a great fighter by any means, but I should at least be able to keep from being overpowered. Failing that, running is always an option.
Sometimes success is defined as simply living to see another day.
It's weird, though... the following day after I made my date with Yuuma, my stalkers have stopped watching me.
Let me rephrase that: I no longer sense them watching me. I eat lunch in the same spot I always do, but don't feel Tree Girl looking over my shoulder. Whatever was watching me on the archery range isn't there anymore. And Tetra Tits isn't watching me run around the city, even though I do a total of fifteen miles before I'm completely convinced.
For whatever reason, they no longer seem interested in me. Or they've figured out I can sense them and are going above and beyond to disguise themselves.
I don't exactly know how to proceed with this new revelation.
Either way, I don't like it. It's my fear of the unknown at work again.
The rest of the week is the same. I can't feel them around me, and I get more uneasy about it. What if it's Yuuma they're after and not me? We still chat via email, but I haven't seen her or heard her voice in a few days. Tomorrow is Sunday though, so I'll have my answer soon enough.
We're supposed to meet at noon, so I arrive downtown at 11:30 to allow the jitters to run their course. Tou-san suggested taking a hundred yen coin with me. When I asked him why, he said "I see you when your hands are empty. You become a nervous wreck. Just take it and hold onto it."
Oddly enough, he was right. I'm flipping the coin, turning it over between my fingers, and it's bringing my social anxiety down to a level I should be able to manage. I'm so focused on the coin that I almost miss it.
That faint yet familiar presence. Had I not been so enthralled with the coin I would have certainly sensed it sooner.
A girl in a red dress and a weird bat cosplay presses a flyer into my hand with a smile and walks away. But there's no mistaking her aura. I don't know how, or who or what she is, but I know where I know her from.
She's the one who watches me on the archery range.
I move to go after her when I hear my name called from behind me. I'm distracted, and I turn around to see Yuuma has finally arrived. I turn back towards Bat Cosplayer, but not only can I no longer see her, I don't sense her either.
There's no way that's a good thing. At least Yuuma's here to take my mind off of what just happened.
We walk through the various stores and shops downtown. I make a conscious decision to not spend a whole lot of money, although I certainly have it to spend. Obaa-san has always seen that I want for absolutely nothing: clothes, entertainment, spending money, whatever I want or need. Thankfully my parents don't have an issue with it. They believe I deserve it because I work so hard in school and am always getting high marks.
My name is Shoichiro Seiryuu, and I am a little spoiled.
We stop for lunch and sit across from each other while we eat. Since this is my first time seeing her in something other than the pullover sweater she wears to school, I'm just now noticing what a phenomenal rack she has. She's a 36C easily, and I can't definitively tell if she's wearing a bra or not. I don't see her nipples poking through, so my guess is yes.
I hear her giggling. "Are you all right?"
Fuck my absolute life, I'm not wearing my sunglasses today and she caught me staring! Thanks for that one, Tou-san... I quickly look away and suck down my drink. The resulting brain freeze doesn't help matters much, but I get through it.
We enjoy the rest of the day together and are winding down at sunset, holding hands as we walk home. I look forward to the prospect of kissing her. Hell, I kind of want to do it now. There's something inside edging me on, boosting my confidence and telling me to just go for it.
I struggle to keep that something down. I may be a lustful teenage pervert, but I can at least try to act like a gentleman.
We end up in a park near a beautiful fountain. I recognize it easily, as I run past it (and usually stop to drink from it) every day after school. The sun setting in the background just makes the moment all the more perfect. She must feel the same way, as she asks me to do something to commemorate this special occasion.
I might get to kiss her after all. "Of course... what did you have in mind?"
She looks up at me, and I notice her eyes are darker than before. "Would you... die for me?"
...NANI?!
"I'm sorry, my ears must not be functioning properly. I don't think I heard you correctly; could you maybe say that one more time?" I'm positive I didn't hear that correctly, or so I attempt to convince myself. She gets right up in my ear and not only repeats herself, she does so with a new deeper and darker voice. One that sends chills through my blood.
"I want you to die for me." I don't know if it's her or the fear that has suddenly consumed me, but it sounds like a hiss this time, loaded with venom. Like a serpent to its cornered prey.
She steps back and starts this wicked transformation. Her clothes explode and I am granted a full view of a woman's naked body for the first time in my life. As much as I would love to be able to concentrate on that, the sinister look in her eyes and the black feathered wings that explode from her back make it a little bit difficult to do so.
She starts talking about how much fun she had, even motioning to a hair scrunchie I bought her as a present. "Still, even so..." She conjures a magic spear out of thin air.
"Yuuma, wait, please!" The only words I manage to leak out.
"It's time to die!" With that, she runs me through. She stabs me with that magic spear right in the gut. I collapse to the ground bleeding out. She didn't hit any vital organs, which means her continuing monologue is the background noise to my needlessly drawn-out death.
Somehow, the only words that make any sort of impact are 'sacred gear.' Whatever a 'sacred gear' is, a fat lot of good it's doing me here and now.
And then, silence. She's gone, leaving me here to die alone.
Somebody, anybody... please... save me... I don't want to die here...
My head is buzzing. The blood loss is beyond recovery now. I don't remember who said it, but they were right:
Death is natural. Dying is terrible.
I have just about accepted the reality of my situation when the buzzing in my head intensifies. It's a sensation similar to the ones I got from my stalkers, only much sharper and stronger.
It can only mean one thing. The only thing it ever meant, I just never understood it.
Magic.
Someone is attempting to use magic to save my life. Someone is attempting to tether me to themselves, and thus to this current plane of existence. Whoever it is, I would be incredibly grateful to.
Key words, would be.
Because as much as I try to cooperate, something else inside me refuses to.
As a result, it doesn't work.
My name is Shoichiro Seiryuu... or at least it was.
PoV: Rias
"You were right, one hundred percent."
"Yup, you totally called it."
Akeno and Koneko have both confirmed it. The fallen angel has decided the time has come.
"I'm just glad I asked you two to keep a close eye on him."
Much as I wish I could spare him, I have too much at stake here. If he rejects me...
Akeno asks me what to do with him now. While we need to make our preparations right away, any further surveillance is pointless now. All we can do is wait on him.
The next few days are a shining example of how much I hate waiting. Chalk it up to growing up as an heiress of one of the 72 Pillars, demonic nobility. I realize now just how spoiled rotten I really am, something Akeno has taken occasion to remind me of since we've known each other.
I really am grateful to have her as my best friend. Not only does she keep me grounded, she's the one who identified the fallen angel who approached the boy in the first place.
It's Sunday. The day.
My familiar confirms that she gave him one of my flyers. Hopefully he doesn't trash it or anything. It's the only way he'll be able to summon me once... things happen.
My stomach is in knots knowing what awaits me later. What awaits both of us, really. Him a gristly death at the hands of a fallen angel, and me the responsibility for cleaning it up.
It then dawns on me that he'll be my first resurrection.
The others I found destitute and running away from their circumstances, but alive. They gladly agreed to my offers to join my Peerage, and I can't thank them enough for it. Raising the dead is a new venture for me, though.
That realization has me even more nervous than I was before.
I spend the day around my home, and what family there are to be found. My father is off doing Lord Gremory things, and my brother is off being the Devil King Lucifer, leaving my mother, my sister-in-law Grayfia, and my nephew Millicas around the castle.
They can all sense my agitation, and I almost break down and tell my mother about the situation, but... I can't.
I can't face their judgment. My resolve is hanging by a thread as it is, and if they were to somehow talk me out of it, then this boy would die for nothing.
It's evening when I hear the call, clear as a bell.
Somebody, anybody... please... save me... I don't want to die here...
That's my cue, finally.
I jump to the scene and find pretty much what I expected. The boy is lying on the ground, bled out from a gaping hole in his stomach. At first glance, it looks like the fallen angel missed any vital organs, so his suffering must have been unimaginable.
I resolve to make that up to him. Once he's under my control, that is.
I can still sense some life in him, so I speak directly to him: "Since death is upon you, I will gladly take you in. From this moment forward, you will live your life for my sake."
I've committed to resurrecting him as a Pawn, although I have no idea how many it will actually take. So I do the logical thing: start with one and get ready to use more if necessary.
I place the piece on his chest and utter the incantation. "In the name of Rias Gremory, I call to Shoichiro Seiryuu. Hear my command, and return thy soul from the shadow of death into the human realm. Rise once more as my demon servant. Rejoice, for you have been given new life! Wake as my pawn and footsoldier!"
Then, I wait. Nothing happens for several tense moments.
Finally, the piece begins to be absorbed by his body. My happiness is immeasurable... in both intensity and duration.
It doesn't take long for my pawn piece to fly back at me and strike me square in the forehead.
I pick myself up off the ground and reach up to where a nice-sized knot is forming right above my eyebrows. Hopefully Grayfia can take care of that, but I have a much bigger problem now.
He has rejected me after all. Even in death, this human somehow has the power to refuse my summons. Which brings me to a terrifying conclusion.
He's not human.
Before I can contemplate any further what this means, for both him and myself, his blood catches fire. The flames consume him, and something rises up from the flame.
That is my exit cue. I jump back home before I get myself killed.
PoV: Chronostrasza
Sorry, kid.
If there was any other way but this, I would have spared you this agony. But one problem with casting "Blood of the Aspect" on a new vessel is that it requires the vessel's blood to be purged first.
In short, to grant you my powers, you had to die first. In times and incarnations past, it required some type of ritual sacrifice. Seriously... people made an entire party of it. Not my host being gutted like livestock and left to bleed out on the grass.
You would think a god-level being would have figured out a workaround for that, but it seems even the powers of the Aspects are somewhat limited.
As one of the Thirteen Aspects, second only to the Dragon God Queen Alexstrasza herself, I have been given the gift of eternal life. And as long as my vessels please me and do my bidding, I impart the gift of long life to them as well.
Not quite eternity, as I get bored living the same life for too many millennia. But close enough.
This is my first time possessing an Earthling, though. And as much as I must admit it has been quite fascinating so far, I had no idea my chosen vessel would be so... unimpressive.
Don't get me wrong; you're extremely intelligent and physically fit, not to mention a hell of a shot with an arrow. But you're a walking ball of neuroses, not to mention you can't talk to women to save your life. Then there's the matter of you being a total horndog.
Granted, being infused with the blood of a dragon probably isn't going to help that particular matter. We are particularly lustful and perverted creatures after all. Hell, it's that lust and perversion to which you owe your very existence.
But, those are conversations we can have at another time. Right now, let's focus on getting you back to... wait a second... what is this?
Is that a - no, it can't be - yup, it is.
I can't fucking believe this shit...
WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, YOU DEVIL CUNT?!
Just for shits and giggles, I pull the object in question into my host's body, and it's worse than I first thought. Not only is it a chess piece, meaning some underworld snatch plans on enslaving him, it's a pawn.
A. Single. Pawn.
Are his optical systems still intact? Mercifully they are, so I get a look at this bitch. She's got long red hair, those devil wings I would recognize anywhere, and tits that rival the Dragonqueen herself. And of course, she set my vessel up to be murdered in hopes of snatching him up for herself. For the price of a single Pawn, no less.
Fat chance.
I fire the piece out of his body, aiming right at her forehead. A direct hit that knocks her on her ass. I could maybe see if it were a Queen, to bind someone of my power. But a Pawn? I am unbelievably insulted.
I review his systems once more. He's dead now, and almost completely bled out. It's about damn time.
I chant the rite in the ancient tongue of the Aspects.
"Ntawm lub Npe Ntawm Qhov Saib Xyuas Ntawm Lub Sij Hawm, Bronze Dragon God Chronostrasza, Kuv qhib lub qhov rooj ntawm tus ntsuj plig los mus Shoichiro Seiryuu. Rov qab mus rau hauv lub tshauv ntawm Sijhawm kom rov yug dua tshiab raws li kuv lub nkoj kom ntev."
I can feel his blood catching fire. It worked - not that there was every any doubt, but still.
But wait a moment... the devil scum is still here.
Not for long... I shape the flames into a dragon. She nope's out of there, taking her Pawn with her, leaving me alone to complete the reconstruction of my vessel.
I have to burn it completely to nothing, which is why I'm glad it requires his death first. Can you imagine burning someone alive from the inside out like this? He'd never forgive me for causing him that level of pain.
I take a look at my handiwork. It's done. No blood, no bones, no ash, not even scorch marks on the grass.
Now, to remake him faster, stronger, better... this is going to be fun. I haven't decided exactly how yet, but one thing I know for sure.
That hair and those sunglasses have got to go.
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