Highschool DxD : Actually Satan

I apologize for the semi crash-out.

Anyway enjoy.

I'll be out of commison for two days indulging in heavy gambling in the form of game mechanics.

It's a good game Enigma of sepia and one of the resons motivating is fem ...Archer.

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The beam of magic heading his way fizzled out before it could reach him.

Negated by his simple will and control over this portion of the world.

Leo narrowed his eyes as he locked gazes with the winged woman.

Her eerie, lifeless stare sent a shiver down his spine—not out of fear, but because there was nothing behind those eyes.

No thoughts. No will. Just an empty husk acting on something else's orders.

Then, he felt it. The familiar touch of divinity.

"Oh, so you're a god?" he mused, tilting his head slightly. Then, realizing what had been done to her, his expression darkened slightly..

"It's a shame..... Whoever did this to you is one sick fuck."

In response, bands of light erupted around him, divine chains meant to bind and suppress.

Alas she was fighting the Anti-Divine right now..

Before they could tighten, Leo moved.

Light flared from his hands—and something far greater.

For the briefest moment, a phantom image of Rhongomyniad formed around his arms, its brilliance warping reality.

But it didn't remain. The lance collapsed into him, its immense power concentrating into his fists.

His hands glowed, burning like molten iron.

Like Iron fist...heh

Leo didn't need spells. He didn't need fancy techniques.

These hands are enough.

Rhongomyniad, in its full power, could wipe a planet clean.

Now, that same destructive force was in every single punch and greatly enhanced...but obviously leo didn't want to accidentally destroy the planet so he wasn't going all out.

The chains shattered like brittle glass.

Then, he vanished.

Six wings burst from his back—not the void-like ones from before, but something new.

A fusion of his angelic wings and the burning metallic ones..

They looked truly fitting of a Satan not some edgy chunni teens definition of drip.

The goddess reacted instantly. Millions of attacks manifested in the blink of an eye.

Fire burned the air.

Ice froze the very fabric of space. Beams of magic bending concept of distance.

Leo didn't care.

His domain absorbed some.

His sheer durability tanked the rest.

He barreled through it all, closing the distance between them in an instant like the Terminator.

Then, he punched her.

A single strike withiut any fancy techniques.

The impact sent out a shockwave so massive it parted the clouds for hundreds of kilometers.

The force alone should have torn her apart, but instead, her body remained intact—barely.

Her skin charred black, her insides likely shattered beyond recognition.

And yet, she made no expression of pain.

She simply grabbed onto him.

Leo could deduce—she was trying to stop him, to hold him down.

But her hands were shaking.

Leo smirked. She felt that.

The golden glow in his right hand intensified.

With a sharp, decisive movement, he drove his hand into her shoulder.

Her entire right arm separated from her body as his hand sliced it.

She still didn't scream.

Leo glanced at his surrounding , watching as countless conceptual attacks continued raining down on him.

Some were negated by his domain.

Others struck him but barely registered.

He chuckled to himself.

Damn, I feel like evil Superman right now.

It seemed, however, that Leo had underestimated her.

Without warning, she lunged forward, her teeth sinking into his shoulder.

A sharp, burning pain followed as she ripped out a piece of his flesh.

Leo backed away, his wings twitching as he processed what had just happened.

His wound was already beginning to close, but his mind was elsewhere.

This wasn't right.

If she had truly been aiming to eliminate him, she would have struck sooner—without hesitation, without these strange delays in her movements.

Her attacks, while powerful, felt off. They were slow, disjointed—almost uncertain.

A doll-like god with flawed execution.

Something was holding her back.

Leo swatted aside a massive beam of time-distorting magic, the force of his casual motion scattering the attack like mist in the wind.

His expression turned thoughtful as he observed her closely.

She still hadn't moved.

Despite having a better chance at striking him down if she repositioned, she remained planted in place—rigid, mechanical.

She wasn't fighting to win; she was simply executing a sequence.

And more importantly—she wasn't making conscious decisions.

The realization hit him like a shockwave. His eyes widened.

"She's a distraction."

Leo's expression turned serious as he flicked a finger in her direction.

A surge of pure, destructive intent rippled through reality as he activated—Super Attack Skill the unnamed skill system gave him.

A skill designed to directly target and obliterate an enemy's informational core, bypassing all defenses to deliver devastating, irreversible damage.

The moment the attack triggered—whiteness engulfed the space in front of him, erasing everything in its path.

The winged woman glitched, her form fracturing like a corrupted file on the verge of collapse.

She screamed.

Not in pain, but in a raw, existential dread, as her very existence was unraveling into nothingness.

And then—

She collapsed into a sea of meaningless information particles, dispersing into the air like dust.

Leo didn't wait.

The next instant—he teleported.

His destination?

Aizen.

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The city of Äußerst lay in ruins.

Smoke and dust choked the sky, and the ground was littered with debris from crumbling buildings.

The battle between Aizen and the visor-wearing girl had reduced much of the once-thriving city to rubble.

First-class mages like Serie, Frieren, and Fern had done their best to help, but the sheer scale of destruction left them struggling.

Fern had nearly died, her stomach almost torn open before Aizen had ordered her and the others to focus on evacuating.

Only Serie remained by his side.

The girl stood in front of them, barely resembling the warrior she had been at the start.

A hole gaped in her abdomen, a result of Serie's overcharged Zoltrak.

Aizen had bombarded by scamming Hado: 100 over ten times, burning away most of her flesh and leaving her body crusted over like charred potato.

Her sword had melted into nothing, and she now resorted to elemental magic in a desperate attempt to fight back.

Aizen, too, bore signs of battle—his clothes were tattered,—but his healing factor made any significant damage meaningless.

Then, with a thunderous boom, Leo arrived.

His gaze swept over the devastation, taking in the destroyed city, the fading embers of battle, and finally, Aizen.

His "friend " looked worn but nothing serious.

Satisfied, Leo turned his attention to their opponent, analyzing her with a

"She isn't stronger than the god I fought…" Leo muttered under his breath.

This woman wasn't the real threat then

She was just another pawn.

Wasting no time, Leo descended, his presence alone distorting the air around him.

In a single, decisive motion, he raised his hand and brought it down in a chopping strike.

There was no resistance.

The girl was cleaved in half instantly, her body splitting cleanly before she even realized what had happened.

Before slicing her in half leo had taken a snapshot of her brain in a split second in order to analyse his opponent with her memories.

Leo didn't bother watching her fall. Instead, his gaze flicked to Aizen and Serie.

What caught his attention wasn't the aftermath of battle but the way Serie stood beside Aizen.

The reclusive elf—infamously cold and detached—seemed almost comfortable fighting alongside him.

There was something like admiration in her.

Leo raised an eyebrow.

Impeccable rizz? he thought, but he kept it to himself.

His expression turned serious as he met Aizen's eyes. "Let's go," he said firmly.

Aizen gave him a look but didn't question it.

"We've got one more fish to hunt," Leo continued. "I'm not too concerned—Tiamat can handle herself—but I think we should go nonetheless."

Aizen nodded.

Before leaving, Leo paused and looked around the ruined city.

The sight of so many freshly dead souls made him hesitate—just for a second.

He debated the ethicality of what he was about to do.

Then, without another thought, he snatched their souls and stored them away.

Guess there's going to be "life" on my world now…

With a simple wave of his hand, the city rebuilt itself—structures rising, debris rewinding, everything returning to how it was before the devastation.

A localized, heavily simplified form of time magic the result of reversing the registered damage.

Aizen observed the phenomenon with an impressed expression, watching as things reversed in the exact sequence they were destroyed.

"So… time magic too?" he mused.

Then, with a smirk, he added:

"What can't you do?"

Leo froze at that.

Slowly, he turned to Aizen, his expression unreadable.

"…That's a very good question."

A pause.

"I don't know. I never asked myself that."

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Before leo Woke up

Fury lay on the ground, bruised and battered, his body aching all over.

A few feet away, Hope was unconscious, her wounds healing—but far too slowly for her usual regeneration.

The match had ended.

Tia had won.

It had started innocently enough.

Tiamat had suggested waiting for Leo before doing anything reckless.

Then, Fury—ever the strategist—had proposed something else.

"If we're gonna wait, might as well make it productive...."

And that was all it took.

What followed was a ruthless beatdown of a 50-year-old bald superspy and a teenage tribrid—at the hands of a Primordial Dragon who had only used her aura and martial arts…

…Martial arts that she had learned from human films.

Fury coughed, groaning as he tried to sit up slightly.

"I don't know whether to be impressed or terrified."

Tia stood above them, arms crossed, looking entirely unbothered.

"Both would be wise."

Fury tried to push himself up, but a sharp wave of pain shot through his body, forcing him back onto the ground with a grunt of frustration.

Tia walked up to him, a mischievous smile on her face as she placed her foot near his head.

A single bead of sweat had formed on her forehead from the match—barely noticeable, but enough.

She reached up, wiped it away with her fingers, and casually flicked it onto him.

The moment the drop touched his skin, his pain dulled.

His wounds began to heal.

Fury exhaled, watching as the aches and bruises faded.

His body still felt like it had been put through a blender, but at least he could move again.

Tia chuckled. "Guess you earned that. You actually fought with a brain."

Then, her playful expression shifted to something more analytical as she tilted her head.

"Your enchantments are... rudimentary," she mused. "They don't suit your level of sophistication in combat. I mean, you're a superspy, aren't you?"

She crouched down slightly, her eyes sharp and thoughtful.

"You should develop something lethal. Magic that prevents ongoing confrontations before they begin."

Fury smirked slightly, despite himself. "So, you're telling me to get sneakier?"

Tia grinned, standing up. "Yeah, like a spy."

Tiamat sat at a distance, watching Tia talk to Fury with mild interest. Her focus, however, kept drifting elsewhere.

It was that strange feeling—a connection she had barely noticed before but now could no longer ignore.

Hope and Fury…

They felt distinctly like Leo.

At first, she thought it was just an impression, but the more she focused, the more she realized it was something deeper.

Then, a thought struck her.

Wait… are they considered our children now?

The realization sent a rare blush across her face.

She had never truly thought to be a "mother" beyond her role as a Primordial Mother,she crested life but never shared the responsibility of being a parent with anyone.

After all, she had glimpsed Leo's emotions more clearly than ever before when she kissed him—accidentally, of course.

Sweeping through Hope's memories had given her a clearer understanding of how he saw her, of the way he… felt about her.

It made her wonder—was this intentional?

Had Leo done this as a sign of something, pointing toward a deeper connection? Or was it something entirely different, unrelated to anything 'romantical'?

Romantical. The word itself still felt foreign to her, a concept she had yet to fully grasp.

But as she sat there, lost in thought, she realized something else.

It didn't sound bad.

A small flutter of wings broke Tiamat's thoughts as a bird landed gently on one of her curved horns.

Her sharp blue eyes flicked toward it, drawn from her musings.

She reached up, carefully taking the tiny creature in her hands. It trembled slightly, its feathers ruffled and one of its wings bent at an unnatural angle.

Injured.

Her expression softened.

For a brief moment, memories surfaced—the days she had raised her children. The countless hatchlings she had nurtured, protected, and taught.

She hadn't thought about it in a long time.

A rare, almost wistful smile crossed her lips as she cupped the delicate creature with surprising gentleness.

She brought it closer and, with a quiet whisper of warmth, pressed a soft kiss to its head. A faint glow pulsed from her lips, and in the next instant, the bird's wounds mended as if they had never existed.

Its eyes brightened, and with a small chirp of gratitude, it flapped its wings, strong once more.

Tiamat watched as it flew away, disappearing into the sky.

Her fingers lingered in the empty space where it had been.

"...Hmph." She let out a small breath, shaking her head at herself before turning her gaze back toward the others.

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