Chapter 1: Rebirth in Crimson Obsession
The end came swift and unceremonious—a screech of brakes, the crunch of metal against flesh, and then oblivion. I'd been walking home from a dead-end job, lost in thoughts of anime worlds where the weak became gods. High School DxD was my escape, Gasper Vladi the tragic vampire kid I always pitied. Now, in the void, a voice stirred.
"Accidental termination," it intoned, emotionless. "One wish as recompense. Speak."
Random Omnipotent Being, it named itself. My mind sharpened. Rebirth. Power. I wanted in on that devilish chaos, but on my terms. No frilly dresses for Gasper—that shit grated. And the power? Something to bend reality.
"Reborn as Gasper Vladi from High School DxD," I declared. "Swap his clothes to all male—pants, shirts, the works. And grant me Great Sage: overpowered skill to craft any ultimate-class ability I demand."
"Wish accepted," the ROB replied. "Awaken."
Sensation flooded back. Small body, cool skin, silver hair falling over crimson eyes. I was stuffed in a box, heart pounding in the dim church. Outside, the sounds of battle: explosions, clashes of steel and magic. Rias Gremory's peerage storming in to 'rescue' me from the stray exorcists. But I wasn't the scared kid they expected. Great Sage, I tested mentally.
*Host confirmed. Great Sage online. Command synthesis of ultimate-class powers: unrestricted."
Exhilaration surged. I despised most of this world—their hypocrisies, their bonds. But Rias... from the moment her voice pierced the box, authoritative and warm, obsession ignited. Possessive fire. She was mine to claim, to cherish in my twisted way. No harm to her. The rest? Fuel for my rage.
I burst from the box, clad in a sharp black uniform—tailored pants hugging my slim legs, white shirt crisp. The church reeked of incense and blood. Rias stood at the center, crimson hair flowing, her power crackling as she blasted an exorcist. Issei Hyoudou, that lecherous fool, boosted his sacred gear and smashed another. Akeno rained lightning, Koneko pummeled with tiny fists, Kiba sliced gracefully. And the leaders: Me Say, sneering with holy light in his hands, and East, hulking with a glowing mace.
No mercy for them. Great Sage, ultimate-class temporal halt. Time froze, particles suspended. I seized a splintered pew leg, first approaching Me Say. His smug face locked in a taunt. I swung, shattering his kneecap—crunch—then his elbow, ribs popping like dry twigs. Blood welled but didn't flow yet. For East: I caved in his shoulder, fractured his spine with a stomp, then jammed the wood into his gut, twisting slow. Their eyes screamed silently.
Time flowed. They collapsed howling, writhing in agony. The peerage whirled. "Gasper!" Rias called, relief in her voice that twisted my gut with need.
Issei gaped. "Whoa, kid, you okay?"
I ignored him, eyes on Rias. But first, the trash. Great Sage, manifest pain amplification. Their screams amplified tenfold as I healed Me Say's leg just to rebreak it with a kick, femur splintering anew. East begged incoherently; I crushed his fingers one by one, mending only to snap again. Finally, oblivion surge—they dissolved into ash, their torture etched in my satisfaction.
Now, the peerage. Kiba charged, sword gleaming. Hellfire lance. He incinerated mid-stride, no fuss. Not into guys. Akeno and Koneko tensed, but I sealed the chamber with an unbreakable dome. Issei roared, activating his gear. "Boost!" Power swelled, but I drained his essence, sapping strength until he dropped to his knees, gasping.
"What... are you?" Rias demanded, stepping forward. Her presence pulled me—those curves under her uniform, the fire in her eyes. Mine.
I approached her gently, voice soft. "Rias... I've waited for you." No chains for her. Instead, gentle restraint—soft shadows holding her arms, not bruising. She struggled, confused, but I pressed close, lips brushing her ear. "Let me show you."
The others watched in shock. Issei crawled forward. "Get away from her!" I turned, fury rising. Him? The pervert who lusted after her? No. Great Sage, summon torment chains. Iron links whipped out, coiling around Issei, hoisting him up. I started with his arm—twist, snap. He howled. Healed it with regenerative pulse, bone knitting, then broke the other. Fingers next: each crushed deliberately, nails splitting, mended, repeated.
"Please... stop," he whimpered after the tenth cycle, sweat pouring.
I laughed, shattering his collarbone—crack—while forcing his legs wide, breaking both femurs in sequence. He dangled, body jerking. "Beg louder." Healed, then ribs: one by one, puncturing lungs, blood bubbling from his mouth. He coughed pleas, voice breaking. "Mercy... I'll do anything..." I ignored, fracturing his jaw, teeth grinding as I mended it to hear clearer sobs. His pelvis next—shattered with a telekinetic slam—pelvic bones grinding to dust, agony contorting him. He begged for death now, tears streaming, body a puppet of pain.
Akeno fired a bolt; it dissipated against my absolute ward. Koneko lunged; I sidestepped, slamming her down, breaking her wrist—snap—then healing to grip her in place. But my focus split—Rias watched, horror mixing with something else. I released the shadows on her, pulling her into an embrace instead. "You're safe with me," I murmured, hands roaming her body, unbuttoning her top to expose creamy breasts, nipples pebbling under my touch.
She gasped, pushing weakly. "Gasper, this isn't—" But I kissed her, deep and claiming, tongue invading as my fingers slipped under her skirt, finding her panties damp. Possessive need burned; I lifted her onto the altar, stripping her slowly—skirt hiked, panties tugged aside. My cock, hard and insistent, pressed against her entrance. She moaned despite herself as I slid in, her pussy hot and welcoming, walls clenching around me.
I thrust steady, savoring her—hands on her hips, pulling her onto me deeper. No breaks, no pain; just pleasure building. Her breaths hitched, legs wrapping around as I fucked her with growing rhythm, grinding against her clit. "Mine," I whispered, nipping her neck. She arched, crying out as orgasm hit, her juices coating me. I followed, pumping cum deep inside, marking her.
Meanwhile, Issei's torture escalated. I multiplied the chains, each yanking a limb, dislocating shoulders—pop pop—then resetting to tear again. He screamed hoarsely, begging brokenly: "Kill me... please... no more..." Spine next: vertebrae cracked one by one, paralyzing him in waves, healed to feel every jolt. His face swelled from repeated jaw breaks, eyes pleading. I paused only to amplify nerves, making each fracture a symphony of torment. He banged his head against the chains, mindless now, reduced to babbling for release.
Akeno and Koneko? I spared them deeper wrath for Rias's sake. Teleport bind sent them to a side chamber, sealed but unharmed—yet. Grayfia could deal later.
But obsession pulled me back to Rias. I laid her down gently post-climax, cock still buried, rocking slow as aftershocks rippled through her. "Forever," I promised, kissing her forehead.
Issei dangled, a ruined mess, begging endlessly. Great Sage, eternal agony loop. His prison formed—a pocket realm of endless breaks and heals, no escape. I shoved his broken form through a portal, his final plea echoing.
The church quieted. Rias panted beneath me, eyes dazed but softening. My empire started here—with her at my side, the world to conquer.
End of Chapter 1