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After the sudden transfer, the Gremory family materialized on the outskirts of the city. The landscape stretched before them—quiet, eerie, and seemingly abandoned. The tall trees surrounding the clearing rustled under a heavy wind, as if nature itself was holding its breath. A low hum of magical residue still lingered in the air.
Rias Gremory narrowed her crimson eyes, her long scarlet hair fluttering in the breeze. She took a step forward, glancing warily around the area.
"What could've happened that made you bring us here?" she asked sharply, her tone laced with suspicion.
Beside her, Azazel—fallen angel and one-time Governor-General—crossed his arms, eyes fixed on a particular point just beyond the trees.
"You'll see now," he said, his voice unusually serious.
A sudden movement caught everyone's attention. From behind one of the massive oaks, a silhouette appeared—slim yet disorderly, his ash-blond hair tangled, eyes gleaming with manic energy.
"And once again, the filthy Gremory family assembles," the figure sneered, stepping into the open. It was Freed Sellzen, the deranged ex-priest, bearing his usual unhinged grin and twisted expression. His aura reeked of dark energy and bloodlust.
"You're that fallen priest?" Rias snapped. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Well, today's not about me," Freed chuckled darkly. "I think you lot can handle what's coming by yourselves. I'll be going back to my little domain."
"Aren't you going to help us?" Akeno asked, perplexed.
Azazel shook his head. "My hands are tied. This city's under Gremory jurisdiction now. Legally, politically, magically—I can't interfere."
"I see," Rias said. "Then thank you for the warning."
"Yeah," Azazel muttered, casting a hand seal. Crimson light glowed beneath his feet before he vanished in a flare of flame.
"Well, did he just run away?" Freed cackled, licking his lips gleefully. "And here I was hoping to fight him. Disappointment."
"You wouldn't last three seconds against him," the redhead muttered coldly.
"Shut up, you red-haired slut," Freed spat, venom lacing every word. "Someone wants to talk to you."
"What are you talking about?" Rias growled, positioning herself in front of her companions.
"You'll see soon enough."
At that moment, Freed gazed upward. The entire sky dimmed in an unnatural instant, twilight creeping over the city like a dark tide. The wind stopped, and a sinister silence descended. High above them, space twisted, giving birth to something otherworldly.
A massive throne materialized, suspended in the air as if defying gravity. Upon it sat a regal, foreboding figure. He had long black hair that shimmered like ink under moonlight, glowing red eyes that pierced through the darkness, and elongated ears that unmistakably marked his inhumanity.
"The daughter of the Gremory family," he spoke with calm malice, his voice booming across the clouds. "Sister of that false ruler, Sirzechs. Rias Gremory."
"Who are you?" Rias demanded. "What is this madness?"
"My name is Kokabiel," the figure replied. "A fallen angel—and a rightful ruler of the Underworld."
"What do you want from us?" the redhead hissed.
"From you?" he repeated mockingly. "Isn't it obvious? I came to kill you all. Not just you—but every puppet serving under those false kings and queens. I will burn down their empires and take back what belongs to the true bloodlines."
"You're insane!" Issei shouted.
"Do you even understand what you're declaring?" Rias asked coldly.
"Every word," Kokabiel said with a smirk. "You doubt I can do it?"
"You sound confident. But if you believe you can stand up to my brother," she stepped forward defiantly, "then you're delusional."
"Such arrogance," Kokabiel chuckled. "Let's test yours at the place you treasure most—Kuoh Academy."
A mass of violent, red-and-black energy coalesced in Kokabiel's palm. With a sneer, he hurled it toward them. Before it could hit, he vanished—leaving only a shockwave and a scorched crater behind.
"Oh no," Rias gasped. "We have to get to the academy. Now!"
"Yes, President!"
Without wasting another second, Rias grabbed Issei's hand. A teleportation circle formed around them. In the glow of magic, she activated a communicator and contacted Sona Sitri, the student council president and heiress to the Sitri family.
On the other side, Sona immediately grasped the situation.
"Understood," she responded efficiently. "I'll gather the student council and the Sitri family. We'll erect a barrier."
Within minutes, a protective barrier covered Kuoh Academy in layered magical shields. As soon as three high-level energy signatures were detected within school grounds, the trap was sprung. The Sitri family tightened the net, severing all exit routes.
Soon after, the Gremory team arrived.
"Did it work?" Rias asked.
"Yes," Sona confirmed. "They're sealed inside the wards."
"Good. We're going in."
"Are you sure about this?" Sona hesitated. "If you lose—"
"We won't," Rias assured her. "We can't allow them to destroy everything we've built."
Sona nodded and reluctantly lowered the section of the barrier for them to enter.
Inside, the air crackled with tension. Shadows moved through the empty school corridors. Then, from around the corner, emerged the despicable visage of Freed once again.
"Ugh, how annoying you Gremorys are. Fine, let's fight. Valper! Hand me Excalibur!" he shouted.
The name struck like a whip to Yuto Kiba's nerves. His calm, composed aura shattered. His pupils contracted, jaw clenched, and his hands trembled with unspent fury.
"Yuto?" Rias turned to him. "What's wrong? You know him?"
"That... That bastard," he growled through clenched teeth. "He's the one responsible... for killing my friends."
"It's true…?" Akeno blinked.
"I am Valper Galilei," an elderly man with a sinister smile stepped forward. "Did any of them survive back then?"
"Valper!" Kiba roared. "I'll end you!"
Sword in hand, Kiba surged forward, a blur of fury and vengeance. But before he reached him, Freed deflected the attack mid-air. His sword slashed across Kiba's side, tearing flesh. The wound sizzled and refused to close.
"Tsk, tsk. Rude," Freed drawled. "You should feel honored, blondie. You'll be the first of many to be cut down by Excalibur."
Then Freed turned and spotted yet another figure—Xenovia. Younger, more distant, but familiar.
"So you survived, you little bastard," he sneered. "I thought Raynare dealt with you. Guess I'll finish what she couldn't. You crossed the wrong nutjob—"
But then he stopped.
Something primal filled the space.
A murderous aura thickened the air. It was oppressive, focused, animalistic. All turned toward its source—Issei, now glowing, his armor forming piece by piece with each beat of his heart. His chocolate-brown eyes blazed with fury, and horns emerged as his draconic presence roared to life.
"Fool," he growled, his voice deeper, edged with an ancient tone. "You've just signed your death warrant."
Freed hesitated. "What... What's up with this scaly degenerate?"
"Yuto. Issei," Rias commanded, voice unflinching. "Kill them."
"Yes, President!" they answered in unison.
[A/N: Issei's words are more like a growl so in this context, only Yuto is saying the spoken words.]
The blond swordsman steadied his stance, his rage honed into focus. Opposite him, the crimson-armored dragon snorted smoke from his nostrils.
Side by side, the sword and the dragon stepped forward—avatars of vengeance, protectors of their queen, and destroyers of those who dared to corrupt their sanctuary.
Together, they charged, tearing through the veil of evil with a deafening cry—
"Forward!"
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