DXD: the despair Bringer

Karar's Perspective

"This woman is dangerous." That was my first thought when I laid eyes on her. She emanated an aura equivalent to a Level Three entity. (Author's Note: Levels in this classification range from One to Fifteen. Level Three is akin to the power of a sovereign nation.)

Not only that, but she had devoured souls before.

"Who are you?" I asked.

She responded in a childlike voice, "I am Serafall Leviathan, and you will soon become my slave. Don't worry, little one—I'll take good care of you." Her gaze was filled with hunger and desire.

I prepared to use teleportation magic to leave this place before she added with a smirk, "Don't think I'll let you escape."

She cast a spell to interrupt my attempt, then unleashed a wave of ice that stiffened my limbs and clouded my thoughts. She approached, her voice taunting:

"I designed this spell to capture troublesome ones like you. Are you ready for some fun before I will take you to my pleasure chamber.

Her eyes sparkled with the glee of a child who had just found a new toy. She reached for my black garments, ripping off my upper shirt to reveal my chest. Her smile turned wicked as she commented, "I hope what's below matches this perfection."

As she reached for my lower clothing, we both heard a voice resonate through the space:

"Devil! Do you think the lands of Mesopotamia are your hunting ground to do as you please?"

Karar's Flashback

Sitting in the Headmaster's office, I strategized—not just about the devil but also the one who had placed the Grimoire of Runes in that location. Were they an ally or an enemy?

A plan formed in my mind: Since this is a devil, and these lands belong to the Python of Mesopotamia, I'd force it to summon its master. No ruler would allow such chaos on their territory. But if the one responsible for this land was also behind the Grimoire, my troubles would only deepen.

Perhaps I could feign capture, appearing as though I fell into their hands. This way, I could uncover their intentions while retaining my freedom of teleportation.

Return to the Present

Turning to the source of the voice, my smile of triumph faltered into shock. "How… could this be?" I whispered in my native tongue. The figure before me bore an uncanny resemblance to Laksh, my lover from another world. But after a few moments, I realized it was merely a lookalike—her aura was inhuman.

Serafall Leviathan addressed the newcomer:

"Dearest Ereshkigal, I'm here to apprehend someone who grievously injured my servant," she said threateningly.

Ereshkigal replied with equal resolve, "I don't care. You're trespassing on my territory and targeting my new apprentice. Did you not notice the mark I placed on him?"

Confused, I glanced down at myself, wondering about the mark she mentioned. Serafall revealed a skull-shaped ring my mother had given me in this world.

"If you're aware of the mark, leave now before I declare war," Ereshkigal warned, anger flashing in her eyes.

Serafall smirked. "I won't leave without him. I'm willing to fight for him," she declared, pointing at me. Then, with a mischievous tone, she added, "I, Levi-tan, will protect children from evil death gods!"

Just as their battle seemed imminent, a voice interrupted:

"Beautiful ladies, perhaps you should consider a more civilized negotiation."

Sunlil's Perspective

Sensing Mazen 's aura clash with another unfamiliar one, I knew he had encountered the Black Death. I quickly sent a message to Azazel, notifying him of the situation. From the fluctuations in Mazen's aura, it was clear he was losing. Azazel promised to arrive shortly.

Back to the Present

Turning to the new voice, I saw a man with six pairs of black wings, his aura matching that of the two women. He stepped between them and said, "It's best to end this here before we start a war we cannot afford."

He turned to me and continued, "Since the boy, Karrar, is the cause of this dispute, why not ask him which side he wishes to join—me," he gestured to himself, "or Ereshkigal," pointing to the gray-haired woman.

Serafall interjected, "What about me? Perhaps he wants to join me!"

Azazel and Ereshkigal responded in unison:

"Given your history of harassing young ones, that's not an option."

The two exchanged glances, then glared at Serafall as if daring her to refuse. Reluctantly, she stepped back but grabbed my face tightly, saying, "Don't worry, little brother. Your big sister will come for you soon."

Summoning a magic circle, she shot a sharp glare at both Azazel and Ereshkigal before vanishing.

Azazel sighed. "Well, that's not good. A furious Serafall is bad news," he muttered before turning to me.

"Now, boy, which side will you choose? You must pick one—neutrality is not an option."

After deliberating, I chose Ereshkigal.

Walking toward her, I said, "I am now under your protection, my lady."

Ereshkigal smiled and turned to Azazel. "He has decided. Now, leave my territory."

Azazel smirked as he departed. "You're not very hospitable, are you, ma'am?"

As soon as he left, Ereshkigal turned to a specific spot and said, "Serafall, I know you're still here. Come out."

I looked in the same direction and saw Serafall emerge, slowly approaching us. "Ereshkigal, how about a deal—"

"No," Ereshkigal cut her off firmly.

Ereshkigal summoned an army of skeletons, including one towering above the rest like a building. "This is your final warning. Leave, or I will kill you here."

Serafall hesitated but eventually retreated, her expression one of regret. This time, she left for good