Chapter 1: Fractured Dawn
The coliseum thrummed with infernal fury, its ancient stones scarred by blasts of hellfire and shadowed by the wings of a thousand spectators—devils with horns curling like thorns, angels whose halos flickered like dying stars. The air reeked of sulfur and sweat, the ground cracked under the weight of clashing powers. This Rating Game was no mere sport; it was a ritual of dominance, Rias Gremory's freedom hanging in the balance against Riser Phenex's insatiable ego. Flames danced at Riser's command, his phoenix wings casting erratic shadows as he prowled the field, eyes locked on his prey.
Issei Hyoudou stood amid the storm, his form deceptively ordinary: tousled brown hair matted with grime, school uniform torn at the sleeves, a faint bruise blooming on his cheek. Beneath the facade, he was no boy—no mere pawn in this devilish chessboard. He was the brother of the Divine One, the unseen architect of creation's undercurrents, who had wandered eternity as a ghost in the machine of existence. For ages uncounted, he'd witnessed the symphony of souls: the birth of galaxies in ecstatic bursts, the fall of civilizations in agonized screams, humans entwining in passions that birthed legacies and ruins. Joy, sorrow, rage—he'd cataloged them all, detached as a star surveying dust. But love? It had always been an enigma, a whisper in the code, observed but untouched, like light bending around a black hole.
Riser struck without mercy, his fiery fist slicing through the air toward Issei's ribs. Issei parried, the impact jarring his bones, sending him skidding across the scorched earth. Pain registered—a data point, nothing more. He retaliated with a swift elbow to Riser's side, the blow landing with calculated force, cracking ribs that would knit back in seconds thanks to Phenex regeneration. The crowd bellowed, a cacophony of cheers and jeers, but Issei tuned it out, his mind a vast archive replaying human follies: lovers whispering vows under moonlit skies, only to shatter them in betrayal's grip; parents cradling dying children, their tears carving rivers of grief. He'd seen the patterns, the beauty in the breakage, yet it stirred no echo in his core.
Rias watched from beyond the barrier, her voluptuous frame tense, crimson locks framing a face etched with worry. Her battle dress clung to her ample curves, rising and falling with each ragged breath, blue eyes pleading across the divide. She was his anchor in this mortal coil, the devil princess who'd claimed him as her knight, unaware of the abyss he concealed. Riser's taunts echoed, mocking her impending fate as his bride, but Rias's focus never wavered from Issei.
"Issei..." Her voice pierced the blaze, soft yet insistent, pulling his gaze like gravity's inexorable tug.
He turned, mid-dodge, as Riser's next inferno roared toward him. But the flames blurred, insignificant against the raw plea in her eyes—the vulnerability that stripped away her regal poise, revealing the woman beneath.
"I trust you," she called, stepping closer to the shimmering wall, fists balled at her sides. "You've fought for me, bled for me, when no one else would. Issei... I love you. With everything I am."
The confession landed like a supernova's core imploding. Time fractured. Issei's world, built on observation's cold pillars, trembled. Riser's attack grazed him, searing fabric and skin, but he didn't flinch. Within, something ancient and armored splintered—centuries of solitude crashing down in a torrent of sensation.
His breath hitched, chest constricting as memories flooded: eons of watching from the void, his brother's grand designs unfolding without the messy warmth of connection. God, the Creator, had forged worlds with logic's hammer, imposing order on chaos, but love? Their father had never taught it, never embodied it. Issei, the shadow sibling, had inherited that void—endless knowledge, zero feeling. He'd envied humans their heartaches, their ecstasies, piecing together love from afar like a scholar dissecting a corpse. Heartbreak in forbidden romances, happiness in stolen kisses—it was theory, not truth. Until now.
Tears—actual tears—pricked his eyes, hot and foreign. Joy bloomed, sharp and sweet, intertwining with the ache of all he'd missed. Rias's words weren't just sound; they were the spark igniting his dormant soul, rewriting his essence from observer to participant.
Riser laughed, sensing weakness. "Pathetic! Distracted by a devil's whim? I'll end this now!" He unleashed a maelstrom of flames, the heat warping the air into a vortex of destruction.
But Issei stood his ground, the fire washing over him like a baptism. When it parted, his eyes burned with newfound light— not divine coldness, but human fire. He faced Riser, voice emerging in a low rumble that silenced the arena.
"Wait," Issei said, not to his foe, but to the unraveling within. He stepped forward, words pouring out in a monologue born of shattering isolation, his tone weaving heartbreak's lament with happiness's dawn. The crowd leaned in, compelled by the raw timbre that echoed like thunder in a cathedral.
"For eternity, I wandered the edges of creation," he began, his voice steady yet laced with tremor, eyes distant as visions replayed. "I am... was... the brother of the One who shaped the stars, who breathed life into voids. We watched together, analyzed the dance of souls. But love? My brother never understood it. He built empires on faith and fear, laws etched in stone, but the quiet fire between two hearts? It eluded him, a flaw in his perfect design. And me—I was his echo, the observer in the shadows. I saw humans weep for lost loves, their chests hollowed by betrayal's knife. I witnessed the heartbreak that twists the gut, leaves you gasping in the dark, questioning if any bond endures. Mothers cradling stillborn dreams, warriors dying with a lover's name on bloodied lips. I cataloged it all, detached, as if it were rain falling on distant shores."
Riser hesitated, flames flickering uncertainly, but Issei pressed on, his words gaining fervor, hands clenching as emotion surged.
"I thought I knew happiness—the fleeting highs of victory, the warmth of a shared laugh. But it was illusion, surface ripples on an ocean I never swam. Love wasn't data, not a equation to solve. It was the storm inside, the ache that hurts so good, the joy that rebuilds what sorrow tore down. My brother couldn't love; he admitted it once, in the quiet after creation's roar, saying emotions were chains for lesser beings. I believed him. I envied you all—mortals who burned and broke for it. Until today. Until her."
His gaze locked on Rias, softening, voice dropping to a whisper that carried across the field. "Rias... your words—they cracked me open. I feel it now, this heartbreak of never knowing, mingled with a happiness so profound it terrifies me. The pull in my chest, like gravity demanding I orbit you. The happiness of finally understanding why humans fight, why they endure. It's not strategy or survival. It's this—love, raw and real, remaking me from stone to flesh. I never understood what love was, not until your voice pierced the veil. Today, I do. And for you, I'll burn eternity to ash."
The monologue hung heavy, the arena breathless. Rias's eyes glistened, her lips parting in awe, body trembling with the weight of his revelation. Emotion fueled Issei's power; the Boosted Gear ignited in his left arm, scales pulsing with heartfelt rhythm, each boost a vow etched in his soul.
Riser snarled, pride wounded. "Enough dramatics! Die!" He charged, wings blazing, unleashing a spear of pure inferno.
Issei met it head-on, no longer calculating—feeling every pulse. His fist shattered the flame, slamming into Riser's chest with cosmic force laced with passion. The Phenex flew back, crashing into the barrier, body smoking, regeneration faltering under the emotional onslaught. Issei advanced, strikes flowing like a lover's caress turned fierce: a hook to the jaw that split lips, a knee driving into the gut that expelled breath in a wheeze, each blow a declaration.
The final punch connected with Riser's temple, sending him crumpling, flames snuffed. Victory declared, the crowd exploded, but Issei turned only to Rias. The barrier vanished; she flung herself into his arms, her soft breasts pressing against his chest, thighs brushing his in urgent need. He held her, inhaling her scent—jasmine and power—his hands tracing her back, feeling the curve of her ass for the first time with true desire's heat.
"Issei... that was... you..." she murmured, face buried in his neck, tears wetting his skin.
He cupped her chin, thumb brushing her full lips. "You gave me this. Love. I understand now—heartbreak healed by happiness. And I want more. With you."
In her embrace, the eternal brother became Issei Hyoudou, alive in love's embrace, the cosmic veil torn asunder. The fight ended, but their story—woven of emotion's threads—had only ignited.
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