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A cool autumn breeze carried the scents of freshly cut grass from the school grounds and distant street food from nearby vendors. He pulled the hood of his black hoodie up, a simple gesture to blend in, as he walked toward the main gates of Kouh Academy.
He didn't have to look for attention; he simply commanded it. Students passing by paused their conversations, their eyes drawn to his effortless grace and striking presence. The girls exchanged excited, hushed whispers.
"He's so hot," one murmured to her friend, who nodded vigorously in agreement.
A few of the older male students looked on with a mix of recognition and jealousy. They remembered him from the last time—the good-looking guy who dropped and kissed their school idol, Rias Gremory.
The whispers followed him like a trail of breadcrumbs.
"Is that him? Rias-senpai's boyfriend?" "No way, he's with the senior rias now, isn't he?" The baseless rumors and gossip of the human world were a stark and amusing contrast to the grand, strategic machinations of the Underworld.
Ignoring them, Algernon's focus remained on the path ahead. The school grounds were a vibrant tapestry of youthful life. Students were gathered in small groups, some laughing while others were deep in conversation.
He passed the main fountain, its gentle splashing a soothing sound, and skirted the athletic fields where the soccer team was practicing. He could sense their auras, the mundane and the supernatural, a faint, almost imperceptible warmth against the backdrop of normal human life.
His destination was the old school building, a relic of a bygone era. Unlike the modern, polished main campus, the old building stood with a quiet dignity, its gothic architecture and ivy-covered walls a perfect facade for the supernatural club it housed.
The air grew heavier with each step he took, the mundane sounds of the school fading as the scent of old wood, dust, and concentrated demonic magic became more pronounced. This place, once just a memory, was now a tangible reality.
He reached the large, heavy wooden door of the Occult Research Club, its dark surface scratched and worn from years of use. He didn't bother to knock. With a hand on the cold iron handle, he pushed the door open, its familiar groan echoing in the sudden silence of the clubroom. The scent of Akeno's freshly brewed tea filled his senses, a stark contrast to the overpowering demonic energy that radiated from within.
Every head turned toward the door. The low murmurs and gentle activity of the club came to an abrupt halt. Rias, seated at her desk, looked up from her paperwork, her crimson eyes widening in shock. Akeno, who was elegantly pouring tea, froze with the teapot suspended in mid-air. Koneko, with a half-eaten chocolate bar in her hand, stopped chewing. Kiba's hand, which was polishing his sword, became still. And Asia Argento, who had been sitting quietly on a sofa, looked up with her gentle, innocent eyes, a soft gasp escaping her lips.
Algernon was briefly surprised Asia still joined Rias's peerage as in original work.
The silence was absolute, filled only with the sudden, charged energy of recognition and surprise. Algernon stood in the doorway, a casual and confident smile on his face, the weight of his immortal existence a silent statement.
Ignoring the stunned silence and shocked looks from the club members, Algernon walked with an easy, confident stride directly to Rias's desk. Her crimson eyes, still wide with surprise, followed his every movement.
He reached her, and without a word, he gently but firmly lifted her from her chair. A soft gasp escaped her lips, her thoughts a jumble of confusion and sputtering words as he settled into the seat behind her desk, pulling her down onto his lap.
He wrapped his arms around her, a warm, reassuring embrace that seemed to calm her frantic mind. She instinctively leaned into his chest, the faint, familiar scent of him filling her senses. A soft blush spread across her cheeks, and a small, genuine smile touched her lips. For a brief, blissful moment, she was lost in the unexpected happiness of his presence.
Just as the rest of the club began to process what they were seeing, Akeno's voice, laced with a teasing, playful lilt, broke the spell. "Oh my, President," she chimed, her smile a little too sweet. "It seems your King has a rather... commanding presence, doesn't he?"
The words shattered Rias's peaceful daze. She immediately stood up in a fluster, her blush deepening to a vibrant red as she turned to face her shocked peerage. Her composure, so rarely broken, was completely gone, replaced by a mixture of panic and embarrassment.
Before the embarrassment could fully consume Rias, Algernon's voice cut through the tense silence, calm and absolute. He rose from the chair, a confident smirk on his face as he approached her.
"A king is right," he stated, his gaze sweeping over the club members. "Rias is already mine."
His words hit the club with the force of a physical blow, leaving them speechless. He met Rias's startled eyes, his own crimson gaze holding a silent, knowing depth that only she could understand. He wasn't talking about a promise or a title. He was speaking of a bond forged in a far more intimate and private setting, one that had been solidified in a shared bed.
The memory of that night, the mix of their auras, and the overwhelming power of their connection flashed through her mind. It was a truth only they shared, and hearing him declare it so openly sent a wave of heat through her body, her blush deepening impossibly.
The air grew heavy with unspoken questions. Akeno's serene expression wavered for the first time, a flicker of genuine shock in her eyes. koneko, was completely silent, her mouth agape.
Rias, too, had been caught off guard. Her blush deepened, and her mind was a whirlwind of emotion—surprise, embarrassment, and a fierce, familiar longing. She was about to deflect, to use his recent battle as a way to regain her composure, when her eyes, darting from Algernon's face to his chest, caught sight of the intricate, newly-formed Azeroth Clan crest on the lapel of his black hoodie.
(A/N: here is a image of Algernon clan crest, his symbol of supremacy)
It was a beautiful and terrifying sigil—a crimson-black stylized crest, a symbol of his clan, and a stark reminder of the monumental change he had just forced upon the Underworld. The sight of it triggered a flash in her memory, not of their shared intimacy, but of a battle broadcasted on every demonic channel.
She remembered watching in horror as he faced the might of Falbium Asmodeus. She remembered the explosions, the earth-shaking clashes, and the horrifying moment when Falbium's offensive aura had engulfed him. The broadcast had cut out just as the final blow was about to land, leaving her and every other viewer in a state of terrified uncertainty for a full minute before the dust settled.
Her embarrassment vanished, replaced by a surge of pure, unadulterated fear and relief. The shock of his return was forgotten, as was his brazen declaration. All that mattered was the man standing before her.
"Algernon!" she cried out, her voice a mix of a command and a plea. She threw herself back into his arms, but not with the teasing affection she had shown earlier. This was a genuine, frantic embrace. Her hands flew over his chest, his arms, and the small of his back, checking for any sign of a wound. "Are you alright? I saw the last part of the fight! Did he hurt you? Why did you disappear? Where did you go?
Algernon, for his part, was momentarily taken aback. Her panicked response was so raw, so genuine, that it was completely disarming. He wrapped his arms around her, a gentle, reassuring embrace. He could feel her shuddering against him, her own demonic power flaring in a mix of fear and relief. He had expected a confrontation, a scolding, a defensive wall. He had not expected this.
"Rias, I'm fine," he said softly, his voice a low rumble that resonated through her body. "I'm not hurt. It's all just a superficial scar from a long, tedious battle."
But she wasn't listening. She pulled back slightly, her hands cupping his face, her crimson eyes scanning his features as if memorizing them. "You idiot," she whispered, a tear escaping the corner of her eye. "You scared me. I thought… I thought something terrible had happened to you."
The rest of the club watched in absolute silence, a sense of awe and confusion washing over them. They had never seen their King, the unflappable Rias Gremory, so completely vulnerable, so utterly consumed by a single emotion. It was clear that whatever relationship she and Algernon shared went far deeper than any of them had ever suspected.
Rias, with Algernon's reassuring arms still around her, slowly regained her composure. Her breathing settled, and the frantic fear in her eyes was replaced with a familiar authority, though a deep blush still lingered on her cheeks. She pulled back just enough to look at him, her lips curved into a small, grateful smile. Then, remembering her peerage, she gently slipped from his embrace and faced her stunned family.
"Everyone," she announced, her voice a little shaky but firm. "I'd like to properly introduce you to Algernon. He is my... Algernon, would you do the honors?"
A confident, predatory smile spread across Algernon's face as he stepped forward. He didn't move to the center of the room, but simply stood in place, his presence filling the space. The air grew heavy with his latent power, a silent reminder of his victory over Falbium. He looked at each member of the peerage, his crimson eyes assessing them one by one.
"My name is Algernon Azeroth," he began, his voice calm, yet it carried the undeniable weight of command. "Founder and King of the newly appointed Azeroth Clan."
His declaration was met with silence, the full weight of his title settling over the room. Rias had introduced him as her lover, but he had just introduced himself as a Pillar, an equal to her and her brother.
He turned his gaze to Akeno, who had, with a superhuman effort, regained her composure and was now pouring tea with a serene smile. "Akeno Himejima, the Queen of Rias Gremory. Your loyalty is admirable, and your power, I suspect, is equal to your elegance."
Akeno giggled, a teasing glint returning to her eyes. "My, my, a true gentleman. It's a pleasure to meet a King worthy of our President."
Next, his eyes fell upon the quiet Koneko. He saw the dormant power in her small frame, a raw potential that even she was only beginning to understand. "And this must be Koneko Toujou, the Rook. I felt your power from outside, little one. You're far stronger than you look."
Koneko's ears twitched slightly. She simply stared at him for a moment before nodding in acknowledgment. "He's strong," she murmured to herself, a simple, blunt observation that confirmed his power to the others.
He then turned to Kiba, who was now standing at attention, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. He saw the honor and unwavering dedication in the young knight. "Yuuto Kiba, the Knight of Rias Gremory. You carry a heavy burden, but your resolve is a worthy one."
Kiba's expression remained professional. "A pleasure, sir," he said with a respectful nod, though his eyes narrowed in a silent assessment of Algernon's strength.
His gaze finally landed on Asia Argento, who was sitting quietly on the sofa, her hands clasped in her lap. Her gentle, pure aura was a stark contrast to the overwhelming demonic power in the room. Algernon's expression softened slightly. "And you must be Asia Argento. Your presence is… a welcome one. It is rare to find such purity in our world."
Asia looked up at him, her innocent eyes filled with a mix of awe and shyness. "It's nice to meet you, Sir," she whispered, her voice barely audible.