High School Dxd: Word of Creation

Hiyama's house, Kuoh town –

POV: Hiyama –

"Well shit…" I groan as the sun's light pours into my room waking me. I feel like I got hit by a truck. Despite not doing as much physical movement in the fight last night as expected, I am still physically tired. Getting out of bed I am beginning to get ready for the day.

After taking a shower, I make breakfast for Shiori and myself, she seems to not have noticed that I went out last night. I really need her out of the house though.

Deciding to plant an idea in her head I say, "Hey Shiori, I was thinking we have like four or five days till school starts so why don't you get together with some friends and do some last-minute shopping for the Kendo club? I know you guys are always looking to buy new gear."

Shiori thinks for a moment before saying, "Yeah, we could use some stuff for the new school year. It will also give us a chance to think of something to get the first years to join. I'll call them once I'm done eating."

That was surprisingly easy, but I won't complain as I needed time alone with my new friend in the basement. After she finished eating, she called her friends and an hour later she was out of the house.

Sensing my chance, I immediately went downstairs to the little prison room. Opening the bookshelf I am greeted by a still unconscious Mittelt. She appeared mostly healed of the major damage; my power seemed to work well despite me not having much energy at the time. Maybe I'm stronger than I think.

Kneeling to her level after making sure the restraints were tight, I began to nudge her head saying, "Wakey~ Wakey~ sleepyhead…"

It took a few more tries but eventually she began to stir. Eventually, I lose my patience and use the voice as I have decided to call it.

"Wake up!" I say in with the Voice. Almost immediately she shoots awake in panic, even more so once she realizes she is restrained.

"What? Where am I?! What did you do to me?! Let me go!" She said in quick succession.

I responded somewhat cheekily, "Well~ You are in my super-secret sex dungeon. As for what I did to you… Nothing yet."

As expected of a several eons old being, she ignored the joke quickly adapting to the situation. She looked at me in a much calmer manner, "You do realize I am not alone, right? Based off how you reacted to seeing me for the first time, you clearly knew I was someone not to mess with…"

"You were a random loli maid talking to herself in the middle of the night. I don't think that is someone to mess with regardless of whether they are supernatural." I responded sarcastically yet also seriously.

Brushing past my sarcasm she responds, "Regardless, I am not alone. My fellow fallen will come to find me. And by the fact I am not dead means you don't have the heart to kill me, even though it would be better for you. They will be knocking on your door any day now. They may even be in the house already."

She was trying to scare me to carve out an advantage. By now she's realized she can't escape on her own, so she is trying to gain some semblance of power in the situation. I have just the solution for that.

Time for a reminder…

Summoning the Voice, I say "You are rather confident in your friends, aren't you?" The sound of the raspy whispers of the Voice caused her face to drop.

"That voice? I feel like I've heard it before. I thought I wasn't hearing right before, but that is father's voice!" She said surprised.

"Well, I am not your father. Though I imagine I have some connection to God, beyond simply being a believer." I respond. I perhaps could have deceived her, but that seemed overly cruel. She clearly has daddy issues.

"Then how do you have his voice then?" Mittelt questioned.

Not wanting to divulge any more information, "You clearly don't understand that I have captured you, not the other way around. I will ask the questions." Getting only silence I continue, "So, I understand the general nature of your mission. I know Azazel, the perv, has sent you to find and eliminate Issei Hyoudou for his sacred gear. I also know that Raynare has gone a bit rogue, building a device that can forcefully extract sacred gears."

Upon realizing how much I know Mittelt's eyes widen, but before she can respond I begin my questioning. "What don't I understand is Kokabiel's involvement in all this? Why encourage Raynare to build a device to extract sacred gears? I imagine this is machinery that the Grigori already has access too. Kokabiel is just allowing Raynare to think she is special to serve his purposes" At that moment Mittelt's eyes widened not in shock but in fear.

"How do you know Kokabiel is involved?" She said in a shaky voice. Time to press harder.

Using the Voice I said, "What is he planning to do? Do not lie!"

Now under compulsion she let everything slip, "Lord Kokabiel said we would be able to go home if we could acquire sacred gears for ourselves. By taking the power our father intended for humanity we would be able to go back to Heaven and raise our status amongst the Grigori. We were simply told to create the sacred gear extractor and begin taking sacred gear for later use. I imagine he was planning on sending other fallen to receive sacred gear from us."

Understanding the situation now, "So, he has simply used you fools as pawns in his game with Azazel. An army of sacred gear wielding fallen angels." With that information I also understand what Raynare's defeat in canon unintentionally avoided.

Kokabiel intended to wait and build an army by collecting sacred gear before he made a go at starting another war. When Raynare was defeated by Rias and co, it threw his plan off the rails. Then with his primary plan diverted, instead he goes for the Excalibur's hoping Michael takes the bait as he is much easier to deal with than Sirzechs. Yet, Michael didn't take the bait, so he panics because Azazel likely has caught on at this point and makes moves to counter him resulting in him recklessly attacking on Kuoh.

Kokabiel seems to have not only an obsession with war but a compulsive need for it. Otherwise, he would have been much more patient. Though I don't imagine he predicted that the White Dragon Emperor would get to him before Sirzechs or Serafall could.

Anyways, that's all I needed. "Well, there is officially nothing left you have to offer me Mittelt. So, what shall I do with you?" I feign a threat.

Sensing danger Mittelt immediately began to beg, "Wait! I will do whatever you want, I'll serve you. That's it! I'll be your servant. I'll cook your food, clean your house, do your laundry, I'll even let you use my body!"

Feeling a bit sorry that she felt the need to offer her body, I relented. "Well, I can't exact let you do whatever you want. So, if I am to keep you alive, I suppose I shall confine you to the basement." Seeing relief wash over her I continued, "once I deal with your friends, I will decide what to do with you. Though, keep the using your body part out of it…"

"Thank you!" She exclaimed almost too excited.

Gathering the Voice I command, "You are not permitted to leave this basement under any circumstances. Should anyone but me enter the basement, you will use your powers to get into this room before they can see you." As the Voice began the compulsion she simply nodded somewhat absentmindedly. After that I freed her from the restraints. Before coming up with a question, "hey, you said my voice was your father's, I hear a dozen different raspy whispers. Do you not hear the same?" I questioned.

"No, I hear my father's voice when you use your power. Maybe you have a sacred gear. Perhaps you could get in contact with Lord Azazel, he may know more" She suggested.

"I see…" I don't really know what to do with that information, but it is good to know the specifics of my power.

Seeing no further reason to linger in the basement, I begin to go back upstairs to my room. Having nothing else to do, I spend the rest of the day practicing using the Voice while also making money.

As practice, I have decided to turn various materials into other materials. Mostly things I could sell at a pawn shop, things like turning a pencil into a jewel encrusted pen and turning paper clips into silver rings. Sometimes I try to replicate miracles that were performed in the bible, such as turning water to wine and making bread into more bread. Considering I healed a bowling ball sized hole in my stomach and then proceeded to fight an angel, only to create a dungeon room with seemingly magical restraints all in the same night. Turning water to wine was actually pretty easy. All of which I planned on selling.

One thing I discovered about my powers is that like Human magic, if I outline the process that a certain command would take to achieve an effect it will make the energy requirement progressively light. Though intent and context can do most of the heavy lifting, I can always have the option to go into longer and more detailed commands. Though, in a fight every second counts it would be wise to keep it short then.

I also wanted to test out modifying my body. Like earlier when I tried to make my eyes be able to see if my sister had a sacred gear. So, by combining the two concepts together it should make it a bit more achievable.

Clearly making modifications to myself was incredibly difficult and energy intensive. It made sense, a natural safeguard against the wielder killing themselves was a requirement. However, the attempt still consumed energy, which meant that I could do it, it was just a matter of how much magical power it would take. So, I'll start off with something a bit less significant.

The first thing I do is create a smoothie. But not just any smoothie, a SUPER smoothie. Using the Voice, I made the smoothie contain enough nutrients and essential vitamins to feed me for several days. This was an important step, because what I was about to do next was crucial for my development. By reducing the number of things Logos Reverie had to do at one time I should be able to get a better result to modify my body.

Waiting until after my sister got home and settled in so I could have some time to do it. I sat on my bedside getting ready for what I was about to do, which would no doubt take a while.

Gathering my magical power into my vocal cords, "My body shall enter a state of growth for the next hour. My muscle fibers will get microtears on them throughout this hour period, while they also restructure themselves to grow stronger with less mass to maintain a lean physique. My body shall gather the necessary nutrients from the smoothie I will drink at the beginning of the process." I finished, feeling a massive portion of my magical power consumed.

Without waiting for another moment, I immediately bring the smoothie cup to my lips and start chugging as I feel my muscles beginning to tear themselves apart and put themselves back together. The pain wasn't unbearable, it was more like a persistent feeling of extreme soreness you get after working out. I lay down on my bed to make it slightly more bearable as I prepared for the uncomfortable hour.

Eventually the hour had passed, I got out of bed to look at myself in the mirror.

Standing before me was the same Hiyama Oreki, but instead of the tall lean body, stood a tall jacked lean body. I could see my muscles clearly defined. I wasn't bulky, thank God… But I was definitely jacked.

Where there was once a flat surface now had six chiseled abs. My shoulder to waist ratio made for the perfect v-taper. Even my jawline was sharper… "Damn, I am hot. Kiba, my main man, you are so screwed…" I said with confidence.

Tomorrow I will be testing out my newfound body, but for now I will hit the hay.

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A/N: So what do you guys think? Any constructive criticism is welcome. Also, be sure to leave a review and power stones as that is my motivation.