Highschool DxD : Actually Satan

Just finished rewatching season 1 of Breaking bad.

I still fucking Hate Skyler

[BONUS]

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When Leo pushed open the door to his home, he called out, "I'm back!" His voice carried cheer, something his parents picked up on immediately.

From the kitchen, his mother's voice came sharp and pointed. "Why are you so late?"

Leo stepped inside, kicking his shoes off carelessly.

The smell of something sweet wafted through the air—almond biscuits, freshly baking.

He inhaled deeply, already tempted to raid the kitchen.

His father was seated on the couch, half-hidden behind a newspaper.

He lowered it slightly, raising an eyebrow as Leo walked into the living room.

His mother emerged from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel, her face set in a stern expression.

Still riding the high from the day, Leo ignored the disapproval in her eyes entirely.

Instead, he dropped his bag onto the floor with a grin and declared loudly, "I made a friend!"

The room fell silent.

His mother blinked in surprise, while his father folded the newspaper slowly, his face frozen in disbelief.

"You… what?" his mother finally asked, her tone tinged with both shock and suspicion.

Leo spread his arms, still grinning. "You heard me. I made a friend today.And before you ask yes A real, living, breathing human."

Well technically not human but ehh

His father leaned back on the couch, rubbing his chin theatrically. "A human friend, you say? Not an animal, not some stray you picked up on the street?"

"Not Ronan, not a stray, not even a goldfish," Leo replied, exasperated but amused. "An actual human."

His mother crossed her arms, her disbelief morphing into a deadpan stare. "Leo, are you sure? I need evidence."

"You two are ridiculous," Leo said, rolling his eyes. "Her name's Koneko. We went to a park. We hung out. She's quiet but cool."

His father burst out laughing, shaking his head. "I've got to be honest, son. We fully expected you to graduate without ever making a single friend."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Dad," Leo muttered, narrowing his eyes at him.

"No, seriously," his father continued, his grin widening. "I mean, look at you. You barely talk to anyone. Your idea of fun is sitting in the park with a bird. We were this close to giving up hope entirely."

He held his fingers an inch apart for emphasis.

His mother, though still skeptical, sighed and walked back to the kitchen. "Well, I suppose miracles do happen," she called over her shoulder.

Leo trailed after her, catching a glimpse of the tray of almond biscuits cooling on the counter.

His eyes lit up. "Oooh, are these ready?"

"Don't eat yet!" she snapped, catching him as he reached for one.

She swatted his hand away with her towel.

"Come on, just one," Leo pleaded, trying to sneak past her defenses. "I've had a long day. I deserve a reward!"

"You've been to a park. That's enough of a reward," she shot back, blocking his hand again.

"Fine, fine," Leo said, stepping back with exaggerated defeat.

But the moment her back was turned, he lunged forward, snatching a biscuit from the tray.

"Leo!" she shouted, spinning around, but it was too late—he was already halfway to the living room, munching happily.

His father chuckled as Leo plopped down on the couch. "At least you're consistent."

"Consistently awesome," Leo quipped, grinning through a mouthful of biscuit.

His mother reappeared in the doorway, hands on her hips. "Next time, you're not getting a single bite until you learn some patience."

"Deal," Leo said, not meaning it in the slightest.

His father shook his head, still smiling. "So, this Koneko… are you sure she's real? You're not just making this up to mess with us?"

Leo groaned, leaning back into the couch. "Yes, she's real.."

His mother gave an incredulous laugh. "Well, I suppose you're growing up after all. Just… don't scare this one off, okay?"

"I'll try not to," Leo said with a wink, reaching up as Ronan fluttered over to perch on his shoulder.

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Leo sat cross-legged on his bed, staring at the glowing system screen floating in front of him.

The screen displayed a single button: [Send Invite].

For the past few days, he'd been avoiding this moment.

The idea of starting the chat group felt like too much work, and honestly, he just didn't feel like dealing with it.

But today, for some reason, he finally decided to stop procrastinating.

"Alright, no more excuses," he muttered, cracking his knuckles like it was some big task.

His finger hovered over the button for a moment before he pressed it.

The screen flickered and changed to display a new message:

[Wait ten minutes. We are processing this request.]

Leo sighed and leaned back against the wall, folding his arms behind his head.

The screen floated there, the timer ticking down, and he couldn't help but feel a bit nervous—and maybe just a little excited—about what was coming next.

As the ten minutes ticked down, Leo leaned back on his bed, the Rubik's cube spinning between his fingers like a blur.

Ronan was curled up in his new nest, asleep.

Leo's mind, however, was anything but relaxed.

Time moved slowly for him as he activated his superspeed thought process, his brain running a mile a second.

"Alright," he muttered, staring at the glowing system interface. "I need to make this look professional. Can't let them think I'm winging it."

He opened the settings and began preparing a PDF guide for the incoming members. It was clean, simple, and detailed.

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Sections included:

1. Customizing Profiles – Nicknames, avatars, privacy settings.

2. Muting Notifications – Because someone will definitely need it.

3. Rules (Optional) – "Don't piss me off" was listed as Rule #1.

4. Group Purpose – "The Admin will Inform about that."

And other small features like private messaging geo location Love stream.

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He smirked, pleased with his work. "That should give them something to chew on."

Satisfied, he renamed his profile from Admin to The One True Satan.

He also added Golden Colour to his texts so that people can differentiate between his message and others'.

"If I'm running this thing, I might as well enjoy myself," he said, tossing the Rubik's cube onto the desk.

The timer ticked to its final seconds. Ronan stirred, momentarily opening his eyes, but Leo was too focused to notice.

When the timer hit zero, the system chimed, and four notifications appeared on the screen one by one.

[The Lonely Mother has joined.]

[Chair-Sama has joined.]

[The Tribrid has joined.]

[Greatest Motherfucka Alive has joined.]

Leo leaned forward, reading each name carefully.

His brow furrowed in thought.

He tapped his fingers on the desk as he analyzed each nickname.

The Lonely Mother. There was a somber tone to the title. Whoever this is, they've been through something. Loss, maybe? Or guilt?

He couldn't place a face or character to the name just yet.

Chair Sama. His eyes widened, a grin creeping onto his face.

There's no way… Is that the best girl himself Aizen?

The Tribrid. He frowned slightly. Three bloodlines? A hybrid? Could be anyone from a vampire-werewolf combo to something completely insane. Definitely a mystery.

Greatest Motherfucka Alive.. The nickname made it obvious. Fury. No question. This screams Nick Fury energy.

Leo leaned back in his chair, spinning the Rubik's cube lazily in his hand while glancing at the screen.

The chat group interface gleamed softly in front of him.

He cracked his knuckles and began typing, aiming for an introduction that felt casual yet confident—his style.

[Leo: Alright, everyone, welcome to the Chat Group! I'm Leo, your friendly (and devilishly handsome) admin.]

[This group exists to connect people across the multiverse, share knowledge, skills, and maybe, just maybe, save the day together. ]

[Think of it as a multiversal hotline for heroes—or anti-heroes, no judgment here.]

[ I've sent each of you a beginner's guide (yes, I made it myself). It'll help you figure out how to customize your profile, change your name, and other fun settings. Take a look when you have time.

Anyway, feel free to introduce yourselves or lurk awkwardly in silence—it's up to you. Let's make this interesting.]

He hit send and leaned back, smirking. "That should set the tone." For a moment, the chat remained silent.

He sighed, tossing the Rubik's cube aside.

"Tough crowd," Leo muttered.

Finally, a notification pinged, and a new message popped up.

[Tribrid: Ah, well… I don't trust this yet. I've already confirmed this screen isn't magic, so it must be some kind of advanced technology—or perhaps the work of some entity outside my scope. Either way, if this group can actually fulfill its promises, then I'll stay.

I'm Hope. Since the term 'multiverse' is being thrown around, I take it none of you are from my universe?]

Leo froze mid-yawn, his brain clicking into overdrive. Hope. Tribrid.

Hope Mikaelson.

"Well, I'll be damned," he muttered.

Leo had barely recovered from the realization that Hope Mikaelson was part of the group when another message popped up.

[The Lonely Mother: …Hello? Is this working? …I… I wanted to talk, but…]

[ oh, my thoughts are being sent? …]

[Even this? …Oh…]

Leo raised an eyebrow, seeing she was confused by the system.

The next message appeared, slow and fragmented, each line a window into a weary mind.

[The Lonely Mother: …I am… Tiamat… Will this group… truly fulfill its promise? …Will I… truly be able to live… with my children... again?]

Leo froze. His jaw dropped as the name registered in his mind.

Is this who I think it is

Tiamat.

Mother of life.

Beast II.

The origin of all life in the Type-Moon multiverse.

He blinked at the screen, struggling to process the sheer weight of her identity.

He muttered to himself, "No way… The Lonely Mother isn't just some random sad mother—it's THE MOTHER."

Still, he needed confirmation.

Projecting his own thoughts he wrote.

[Leo: Wait, Tiamat? Where are you right now?]

There was a pause before another slow, fragmented thought came through.

[The Lonely Mother: …I am… in the Imaginary Number Space… waiting…]

Leo's heart skipped a beat. He leaned back, rubbing his temples. "Imaginary Number Space?....That confirms my doubts."

He took a deep breath.

[Leo: Tiamat, I promise you this group isn't a lie. You will be able to live with your children again. ]

[I'll personally make sure of it. You've waited long enough, haven't you? I'll visit you as soon as it's possible. Just hang in there a little longer, okay?]

There was a moment of silence before her reply came, this time accompanied by something that made Leo smile despite the gravity of the situation.

[The Lonely Mother: …Thank you… 😊]

Leo chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "She's using emojis now?."

The chat group pinged with a new notification.

[Greatest Motherfucka Alive has changed their name to Greatest Detective Alive.]

Leo raised an eyebrow at the name change, a mischievous smirk creeping onto his face.

Without a moment's hesitation, he accessed the admin settings and changed the name back.

[Admin: Name reverted and Locked to Greatest Motherfucka Alive.]

He followed up with a quick message.

[Leo: Naw, Mr. Fury, don't change that glorious name. It suits you perfectly.]

The chat fell silent for a moment before Fury's next message popped up.

[Greatest Motherfucka Alive: How the hell do you know my motherfucking name?]

Leo blinked. "Oh, crap," he muttered under his breath, realizing his slip-up.

[Greatest Motherfucka Alive: You know what? It doesn't motherfucking matter. Tell me the intel on spies in S.H.I.E.L.D. NOW, as this damn screen promised!]

Leo tilted his head, now genuinely confused.

Again with the Promise what did the system promise these people he thought, . He decided to ask directly.

Hey, system, what the hell did you promise to these people?

A separate screen popped up instantly, detailing the promises made to each member upon their recruitment.

With his super-speed processing, Leo skimmed through it in less than a second.

His eyes narrowed as he read Fury's entry: "Intel on internal S.H.I.E.L.D. threats and infiltrators."

Leo let out a low whistle. "No wonder this guy joined " he muttered, shaking his head.

Switching back to the chat, he began typing.

[Leo: Hate to break it to you, chief, but your whole organization is a big joke.]

[Greatest Motherfucka Alive: The hell are you talking about Motherfucka?]

[Leo: I mean, you've got Hydra so deeply embedded in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s command structure, it might as well be a Hydra branch office. You're basically running their errands at this point.]

The chat went silent for a beat, but Leo could practically feel Fury's paranoia skyrocketing through the screen.

[Greatest Motherfucka Alive: Motherf—]

[The message cut off for being too erratic]

Leo leaned back, smirking. "Yeah, he's definitely freaking out right now," he muttered, waiting for the inevitable barrage of questions.

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Stones and Reviews please