Highschool DxD : Actually Satan

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Leo watched the chat as Fury went quiet after his initial outburst.

Sighing, he leaned back in his chair, his mind working through the pieces coming together in this chaotic chat group.

Deciding to shift gears, he sent out his next message.

[Leo: It seems, Mr. Fury, you're going to be raging for a while. ]

[So, I'll send you most of the info I have on Hydra via a PDF. But let me give you one piece of advice—don't make any rash decisions. Hydra's like a hydra in the literal sense. Cut one head, two more pop up.]

A moment of silence passed before Fury's curt reply came through.

[Greatest Motherfucka Alive: Okay.]

As Fury calmed down after agreeing to receive the PDF, Leo decided to get some more context for himself.

If Fury's world was in the Marvel multiverse, then knowing the timeline would help him understand where things stood.

[Leo: Quick question, Fury. What year is it on your side? And what's Stark Industries' main product right now?]

The response came quickly, as though Fury was already wary of why Leo needed such information.

[Greatest Motherfucka Alive: It's 2007. Stark Industries mainly deals in weapons. Why?]

Leo grinned, leaning back in his chair. That confirmed it—this Fury was from the pre-Iron Man era, back when Stark was still a weapons dealer.

It was a pivotal moment in Marvel history, and Leo made a mental note to keep track of the events that would soon unfold in Fury's world.

[Leo: One more question do you know a man named Charles Xavier?]

[Greatest Motherfucka Alive: yeah he's a professor right, again why the random questions ?]

[Leo: Thanks for the info. Just curious, nothing more.]

Fury didn't respond further, likely still chewing over Leo's cryptic demeanor.

Leo couldn't help but imagine the man's frustration boiling under the surface.

Fury didn't like being handled, but the man was smart enough to play along for now.

Good—at least one fire was temporarily doused.

Turning his attention to Hope, Leo decided to address her next.

[Leo: Hope, to help with your problem, I'll need to talk to you about the details. We can take it to the private chat later, but know that I'll do my best to help.]

It didn't take long for her to reply.

[Tribrid: Thank you… I hope you can. My situation is a complicated mess, to say the least.]

Leo could feel the tiredness behind her words.

From the knowledge he had of her story, he knew it was no exaggeration.

He made a mental note to prioritize talking to her soon—her situation wasn't one to leave unresolved.

Satisfied for now, Leo turned his focus to the one person who had yet to engage in the chat: Aizen. The man had been observing quietly, likely calculating his moves as always.

Leo decided to poke the bear.

[Leo: More importantly, Mr. Aizen…@Chair-sama When will you introduce yourself to the others?]

To make sure he couldn't wiggle out of it, Leo tagged him directly as Chair Sama.

After a moment, Aizen finally responded.

[Chair Sama: Ha, I knew you had access to our identities from the start.]

Leo smirked, shaking his head. Typical Aizen—always assuming he had the upper hand.

Leo didn't bother correcting him; it was better to let Aizen think he had everything figured out.

[Leo: How long has it been in Muken for you?]

[Chair Sama: Oh, roughly 1,100 years. I stopped keeping track of time at some point.]

Leo raised an eyebrow. Aizen's sheer resilience and mental strength to endure over a millennium of isolation were impressive, even if his MASSIVE ego overshadowed it.

[Leo: So, why did you join?]

Leo had his own theory, but he wanted Aizen to say it himself.

More importantly, Leo needed the others to see the kind of person they were dealing with—someone who could charm you one moment and stab you in the back the next.

[Chair Sama: Well, I don't have much of anything to look forward to in this world… after Kurosaki died.]

Leo blinked. The casual mention of Kurosaki's death was not expected.

[Chair Sama: The prospect of doing the bidding of multiversal entities seemed like the best option I could've chosen.]

Leo's eyes narrowed. There was truth in Aizen's words, but it was wrapped in layers of manipulation.

He wasn't going to let Aizen get away with skating around the real reason.

[Leo: I don't buy it.]

[Chair Sama: Oh?]

[Leo: I don't trust you at all.]

[Give me one reason why I shouldn't kick you out right now.]

The chat fell silent, tension hanging thick.

Leo's fingers hovered over the admin controls.

If Aizen couldn't provide a satisfactory answer—or if he gave Leo even a hint of trouble—he'd remove him from the group without hesitation.

But this wasn't just about removing a potential threat.

Leo wanted the others to see Aizen for who he truly was.

If they were going to work together, everyone needed to understand what kind of game they were playing.

[Chair Sama: Because you're smart enough to know that removing me would be a waste of potential. Let's not pretend that you, the admin, don't already understand the value I bring to this group.]

Leo's calm demeanor hardened as he typed, delivering a barrage of words that left no room for misunderstanding.

[Leo: Aizen, your arrogance already led to your downfall once. Don't let it drag you down again.]

[ You're not special here. You're not irreplaceable. In fact, this group would function better without someone like you scheming in the background.]

He let the words hang for a second, his eyes narrowing at the screen.

[Leo: If you think your power or intelligence makes you indispensable, let me make this clear—you're neither. ]

[There are people in this group who would crush you in every way that matters.]

[ And as for your plans? Don't think for a second I don't know you're lying. Every word you've said so far has been layered in half-truths. You're trying to manipulate us, Aizen, but it won't work here.]

This confidence in Leo's accusations came from the system itself which had notified Him of Aizen's lie.

What could leo say except admin controls are awesome.

A long pause followed. Leo didn't type further, waiting for Aizen's reply. He needed the man to feel the weight of his accusations.

If Aizen wanted to stay in this group, it was time for him to prove why he deserved to given his personality being the most dangerous.

Finally, a message popped up.

[Chair Sama: ...I see. You've made your point, Leo.]

Leo crossed his arms, staring at the screen. Aizen rarely conceded anything without an ulterior motive.

[Chair Sama: If it's proof of my value you want, consider this: I have no intention of disrupting this group. My interest here is not in undermining you or the others, but in understanding this so-called multiverse. My world has nothing left to offer me, and this group is… intriguing.]

[ I can provide knowledge, insight, and power when necessary. That should be enough to warrant my place here, don't you think?]

Leo read Aizen's response, his lips curving into a smirk as his suspicions deepened.

He knew Aizen wasn't fully honest—he never was.

But now, Leo wanted to cut through the façade entirely.

[Leo: You make a decent argument, but you're still not being truthful. Tell me the real reason you joined.]

There was a long pause, longer than Leo expected. He almost thought Aizen wasn't going to reply until a flurry of messages suddenly appeared, breaking the silence.

[Chair Sama: You want the truth? Fine. Just stop with the endless suspicion, alright?]

[Chair Sama: I loed about the time It's been more than 11,000 years, Leo. Eleven. Thousand. Years.]

Leo blinked, the number hitting him like a freight train. He leaned closer to the screen as Aizen's rant continued.

[Chair Sama: Muken has been locked away, forgotten, after my restraints were strengthened a hundredfold. I'm not even sure if anyone remembers I'm here anymore. Not even Kyoraku bothers to visit. Just endless darkness and silence.]

[Chair Sama: I've been abandoned to rot, my mind left to unravel in this nothingness. And now, you want to lecture me about honesty?]

[ I'm sorry if I grabbed onto this chance, no matter how absurd, to flee this pathetic existence.]

[Chair Sama: I can't have my end be this pathetic. Is that what you want to hear? That I've been reduced to hoping that this ridiculous multiversal group is my way out?]

Leo sat back, the corners of his lips tightening into a thin line what Aizen said was confirmed 100% truth.

For a moment, he felt the faint stirrings of empathy.

The idea of being alone for over 11,000 years, forgotten by the world, was… horrifying.

He reread the messages, his initial frustration fading into something else entirely.

He couldn't even imagine what kind of mental toll that kind of solitude could take, even on someone as composed and calculating as Aizen.

[Leo: Look, I'll admit I came onto you a bit harsh, I didn't expect this from you. I thought you'd throw out another manipulative excuse or some half-truth, but this?.]

Leo paused, his fingers hovering over the keys before he typed again.

[Leo: I'll keep you in the group. And I'm not saying this because I trust you—because frankly I don't. ]

[But maybe this group can be something you need. A way to get out of that hellhole and actually do something meaningful.]

There was a pause, then a response.

[Chair Sama: Meaningful, huh? You think I'd stoop to redemption now?]

[Leo: Nah. You're way too arrogant for that. But maybe you can prove to the rest of us that you're not just the schemer I expect you to be. It's your call, Aizen. Just remember, you're playing by my rules now.]

Aizen's response was quick, but it lacked the usual bite.

[Chair Sama: Noted.]

Leo exhaled, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly.

leaning back in his chair, addressed the group chat once more.

[Leo: Alright, everyone, before we move forward, let me explain the purpose of this group in detail. This isn't just a social club for people or a place to trade knowledge and power. The Chat Group was created to tackle localized problems in different worlds—problems that might spiral out of control if left unchecked. These missions, or group quests, are the core of what we do here.]

He waited a beat, letting his words sink in.

[Leo: Group quests are our primary directive. They'll send us to different universes, where we'll handle unique, often dangerous situations. They're designed to make a difference. The system pairs us with tasks based on the current state of the worlds involved.]

[Tribrid: So, it's like being a multiversal firefighter?]

[Leo: …Sure. .]

[Greatest Motherfucka Alive: As long as the payoff's worth the risk.]

[Chair Sama: The concept is straightforward enough. Do proceed.]

[Tiamat: …I don't understand, but I'll do my best.🤗 ]

After a brief moment of silence, Leo messaged again.

[Leo: Alright, since there are no objections, I'll initiate the first group quest.]

The moment he pressed the button to initiate, the chat screen briefly flashed before them.

A strange hum filled the air as the quest system sorted through potential missions. Then, a notification appeared.

[Group Quest Initiated!]

Mission Objective: Exterminate three rogue system users who have violated the Universal Charter.

Infractions include:

1. Jailbreaking their system.

2. Triggering universal destruction in multiple timelines.

3. Conspiring with eldritch apostles.

Location: Sector 6(18)95(18)5(14).

Additional Objective: Revive Himmel and complete the bittersweet love story.]

The chat was silent for a few seconds as the details of the mission sunk in.

[Tribrid: …Wait, what's this about a bittersweet love story?]

[Leo: Honestly? No idea. The system must have thrown in these additional . We'll get more details when we arrive.]

[Greatest Motherfucka Alive: This sounds like a clusterfuck waiting to happen.]

[Leo: Most group quests are. But we're not exactly amateurs here.]

[Chair Sama: Rogue system users… intriguing. I'd wager their methods will be fascinating to observe.]

[Leo: Focus on the extermination part, Aizen. And no, we're not keeping their toys for ourselves.]

[Leo: Alright, everyone. Get ready. The system will handle the logistics of getting us there as well as pausing time in your native worldJust be prepared for anything.]

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A below average chapter

Stones and Reviews please