Highschool DxD : Actually Satan

3000 words

Give powerstones for an early release.

This arc will be wrapped up in the next chapter.

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Fury sat down with a tired sigh, rubbing his sore shoulder before pulling out his notepad.

He jotted down a few notes, his mind running through everything that had happened.

Life had been crazy ever since that screen appeared in front of him.

In the past 36 hours, he had experienced more change than in 70% of his entire life.

But years of experience allowed him to basically shut off his paranoia and roll with the punches.

Because, let's be real—if these people wanted to screw him over, they wouldn't waste time making him stronger or winning him over.

They'd have just eliminated him from the start.

Still, he had some qualms about working with literal Satan.

But then again, he worked with politicians every damn day.

It wasn't like the bar could get much lower.

Also Tiamat reminded him if his grandma so there's that.

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A few feet away, Tiamat sat in calm silence, listening to the conversation between Tia and Hope.

The two were deep in discussion, comparing the differences in their worlds.

Hope leaned forward slightly, her tone thoughtful.

"Basically, the only reason my family—the Original Vampires—can be killed is because nature itself doesn't like us."

She tapped her fingers against her thigh.

"Nature forcefully adds weaknesses to any immortal beings. It doesn't matter how strong we are—it makes sure we can still die."

Tia scoffed slightly, folding her arms.

"That sounds like a pretty hands-on approach. In my world, nature hasn't interfered for centuries."

Hope raised a brow.

"Why?"

Tia's face darkened slightly.

"Because the gods ,Nature's heralds—were either betrayed, killed, or stopped doing her bidding. Ever since then, Nature has been in decline."

She exhaled, shaking her head.

"At this point, our planet is slowly rotting because humanity has tainted every ounce of natural energy left on the surface."

Hope frowned, looking down at her hands. The conversation fell into an uneasy silence.

And then—a shift in atmosphere occured.

Tiamat was the first to notice.

Her gaze sharpened, and she stood up slowly.

Tia and Hope felt it a few moments later, their bodies tensing as they turned toward the unseen presence approaching them.

Fury, the only one without magical senses, didn't feel it.

But the moment he saw the three on guard, his instincts kicked in.

His grip tightened on his gun as his mind switched into combat mode.

Unnoticed by him the gun gained a slight shine of blue for a brief moment.

For a few moments, there was only the steady, rhythmic crisp of something walking on soil alongside the sound od metallic gears grinding against ome another.

The presence had been approaching for a while now, but only now did it step into view.

And the instant it did, Fury reacted.

His current doctrine was slightly modified given everyone unknown could be enemy Shoot first, ask later.

His gun was already drawn, his finger tightening on the trigger. The shot rang out.

A crack of thunder.

The enchanted bullet shot forward, a streak of glowing energy spiraling around it as it slammed into the figure's chest.

And to Fury's surprise, the impact was far stronger than he had anticipated.

The figure staggered back violently, its upper body snapping backward before it barely managed to stabilize itself.

Fury's brow furrowed in slight confusion.

Was that supposed to hit that hard? he thought.

His bullets were enchanted, yes, but the force behind that shot felt multiplied.

Had the enchantment amplified itself? Or was something interfering?

Before he could dwell on it—Hope moved.

She raised her hand, her voice steady as she cast a death spell.

"Miquiztli ihuan Ilhuicatl"

(Desth From Sky)

A pulse of invisible energy surged from her palm, spiraling around her arm before launching toward the enemy.

The spell struck true.

The death curse took hold, its effects immediate.

The figure jerked violently, its body convulsing as if something inside it was rotting from the core outward.

And then—Tia acted.

She didn't speak. She didn't need to.

With a single motion of her hand, the weight of its own sins crashed upon it.

Because she wasn't just called the Chaos Karma Dragon for nothing.

The figure collapsed to its knees.

A strained, mechanical sound escaped it—something between a groan and a crackle of static—as unseen chains of karma coiled around its very existence, crushing it beneath the weight of its own transgressions forcing it to kneel kicking up dust.

Tia's eyes glowed, the light in them sharp.

The entity sat still for a moment, unfazed by the combined assault, before finally speaking.

Its voice carried an artificial smoothness, an eerie attempt at warmth, as if it were trying too hard to sound human.

"That was a very rude introduction..."

As the dust settled, the figure became fully visible—a tall man dressed in a pristine all-black suit, stark white shoes, and a matching white hat tilted ever so slightly.

His entire presence radiated something... off.

Then, for a brief moment, his body glitched, flickering like a corrupted image on a faulty screen—one second, he was kneeling from the weight of Tia's power, the next, he was standing again as if nothing had happened.

He smiled—or at least, he imitated what should have been a smile, stretching his lips just enough but failing to convey any real emotion.

"Please, there's no need to be so tense, my friends." He lifted his hands in a mock gesture of peace. "Unlike my foot soldiers, I am a civilized individual. I am sure we can come to a truce."

Despite his words, something about him set off every instinct in the group.

His face, his mannerisms—every movement was too perfect, too uncanny in nature.

"Truce?"

Tiamat was the one to speak, her voice carrying an air of ancient indifference.

She remained seated, unbothered, her posture relaxed as if the entity before them was hardly worth standing for, though her expression was greatly changed.

"Yes, truce," the being replied smoothly. "As beings of high intelligence, surely we can come to an understanding."

He adjusted his white hat with a deliberate motion, as if rehearsed.

"My name is Weltfresser. Herald of Sir ■■■■■"

The final words were incomprehensible.

A ripple passed through the air, a static-like distortion, and for a brief moment, reality itself hiccupped.

The sound of his "master's" name never reached their ears—it was as if the universe refused to let it be perceived, filtering it out before their minds could even register its existence.

Hope frowned, her senses screaming at her that something was wrong.

Fury felt an instinctive shiver run down his spine despite not even hearing the name.

Tia, on the other hand, merely narrowed her eyes, her draconic nature resisting whatever force had just tampered with their perception.

Tiamat, still seated, finally gave Weltfresser a slow look.

"A truce... implies mutual... interest," she said, her voice calm.

"So tell me, .....herald—what.... do you want?"

Tiamat paused for a moment, then finished her sentence with an edge of amusement.

"And why.... shouldn't we.... hunt down your..... 'Master' ?"

For the first time since his arrival there was genuine emotion in Weltfresser He laughed—a sharp, glitched-out sound that seemed to distort air around him.

But within seconds, he controlled it, smoothing out his expression like a machine resetting itself.

"I apologize, I lost my composure for a moment," he said, adjusting his pristine white hat. "But truly, that was amusing. The rats of the Multiverse Charter would never send anyone but Administrators to deal with my Master. You're not here to fight him."

He tilted his head slightly, his face still carrying that eerie, too human-like simulation of emotion.

"You're here to fight me."

The atmosphere grew tense.

Weltfresser's voice remained eerily smooth as he spoke, his presence glitching ever so slightly, but his words carried a practiced elegance.

He adjusted his pristine white hat, his suit unblemished despite the hostility radiating from the three before him.

"I must say, it is truly an honor to stand before you, Tiamat."

His eyes—too perfect, too calculated—gleamed with something resembling admiration, though it felt synthetic, like a machine attempting to mimic awe.

"You are a true wonder. A being capable of crafting life where there was none without relying on external factors."

" It is no small feat—what you are, what you represent. It is why you will be invaluable in my grand design.You, will have the grand opportunity to serve as the foundation for something greater."

He gestured outward, as if envisioning a future only he could see.

"With your ability to produce life, we can create perfect beings. Better, stronger, more refined than the flawed creatures that infest this and every other reality. You will be the cornerstone, the factory from which all superior life shall be—"

His words never finished.

A violent crack echoed through the air.

With sheer, unbridled rage, Tia moved.

Not with thought. Not with restraint. Not even with technique.

One moment, Weltfresser was speaking.

The next, his body was gone as Tia unleashed a Giagantic beam of raw destruction using Chaos Magic on Him.

Creak ....Click

A harsh, mechanical click echoed through the space, like gears grinding against one another.

The air broke apart like glass, distorting in jagged, fragmented patterns before he reappeared—unscathed.

Weltfresser adjusted his hat with a smooth, deliberate motion, his unnervingly calm demeanor unwavering.

His voice carried a trace of mockery now.

"Impressive power, truly. But it seems intelligence isn't quite on the same level, is it?"

Before Tia could react, his body flickered—no, glitched—and in the next instant, he was in front of her.

She barely had time to tense before his fist drove into her stomach.

A shockwave erupted from the impact.

Tia's breath hitched, her eyes widening as her body was launched backward like a bullet, shattering trees and stone alike before crashing into the ground in a violent skid.

Dust and debris shot into the air as the land cracked.

Hope instinctively took a step forward, ready to retaliate, but—

"Don't bother..."

Tiamat's voice was calm, unaffected, as she lazily uncrossed her arms.

For a brief moment, her crossed eyes pulsed, locking onto Weltfresser.

"He has a.... conduit somewhere," she continued, exhaling as if explaining something tedious.

"A tether to.... reality . Destroying ....this body..... is meaningless..... He'll just reconstruct himself..... over and over."

Tia groaned as she pushed herself up from the rubble, her eyes burning with fury.

But the rage in her expression faltered slightly as she processed Tiamat's words.

Hope narrowed her eyes. "A conduit...?"

Weltfresser chuckled, the sound both grating and artificial. He adjusted his tie with an almost theatrical sigh.

"Ah, see? The mother understands. What I am cannot be erased so easily. My existence is not bound to something so fragile as flesh."

His smile widened—too perfect, too manufactured.

"You are not dealing with something as simple as a 'being.'"

Weltfresser's eerie smile twitched ever so slightly.

"So what will it be?" he continued, his voice smooth, assured. "In my opinion, joining me in my glorious dream is the best possible option a being like you can make. It'll be—"

He never got to finish.

Tiamat rose to her feet, her mana erupting outward in a spiraling storm of pressure.

The ground beneath her darkened, twisting into a vast sea of Shadow.

Her expression was unreadable.

"I refuse."

A blinding pink light ignited in her hands.

A beam of mana, unstable , launched forward—she wasn't attacking, she was forcing it to track something.

She had seen the concept before, observed it in many weapons.

And now, she enforced it upon her own magic to track down his tether.

The beam twisted unnaturally midair, bending, shifting—and then, without hesitation, it shot toward the moon.

For a brief moment, there was silence.

Weltfresser's head turned slightly, following the beam's path.

His unsettlingly perfect face remained emotionless, unreadable.

Then, finally, he spoke, his voice devoid of its earlier charm.

"That's disappointing."

The space around him trembled as his entire demeanor shifted.

The air turned heavy, suffocating. The false politeness, the civilized veneer—all of it was gone.

His cold, synthetic eyes locked onto Tiamat.

"Well, I'll just take you by force, then—"

He stopped.

A flicker of something foreign crossed his features.

Then his expression contorted in anger.

His gaze was distant, not looking at Tiamat anymore but at something—someone else.

His mind was processing something unexpected, something he had not accounted for.

Leo.

Leo had become an unpredictable variable.

Even worse—

The Goddess of Creation had failed to hold him off.

And now, she was dying at his hands.

Fury had moved away dueing the confrontation his hands were steady, his breathing controlled.

He had a clear shot.

He pulled the trigger using the strongest enchanted bullet of his arsenal.

CRACK!

The enchanted bullet, forged to bypass magical resistance, shattered midair, dissolving into harmless fragments before it could reach Weltfresser's head.

"What the—" Fury barely had time to process before—

SCHLICK.

A thin, near-invisible line of distortion ripped through space as Weltfresser made a casual slashing motion.

The attack was silent—deadly in its precision.

Fury's instincts screamed at him. He moved, but he was still not fast enough.

A sharp, searing pain exploded in his side.

His arm—gone.

For a split second, there was no sound—only the sensation of something being taken away.

Then—

Blood.

A crimson spray burst into the air, staining the earth.

Fury collapsed to one knee, his remaining hand clutching the bleeding stump, breath ragged but controlled.

He didn't scream.

He just stared at Weltfresser, gritting his teeth as his mind worked through the pain.

But Weltfresser wasn't done.

With another motion, the fabric of space around Fury twisted—a second strike, aiming to finish the job.

Hope moved.

A barrier flared into existence.

She didn't hesitate, pouring everything into reinforcing the space around Fury.

The attack hit.

The force shattered the barrier, sending cracks through the air , but it held long enough.

Fury was safe.

But Hope wasn't.

A glitch.

In the time it took her to protect Fury—he was above her.

No movement. No sound.

One moment, Weltfresser was yards away. The next—

His hand was gently resting on Hope's head.

Her body locked up.

Her soul screamed.

And then—

BOOM.

A pillar of Chaos erupted.

The battlefield was consumed in a black-and-red explosion, raw chaotic destruction annihilating Weltfresser.

Everything about him— Except his hand.

The rest of his body was gone, erased entirely, but his hand remained, still resting atop Hope's head.

The dust settled.

Tia stood there.

Her dragon aura crackled violently, her body surrounded by Dragon Haki, the sheer weight of her power distorting the air.

Her eyes burned with fury.

Click.

A sound of a gear shifting—

He reappeared.

This time, his human-like features were gone.

The mask he had been wearing had shattered, revealing a cold, mechanical frame, eerie in its artificial perfection but still mimicking a human face

He reappeared beside Tia.

His voice was smooth, almost casual, as if the battle was nothing but an inconvenience.

"Did you know—" he mused, "—every object has a speed at which its matter waves distort beyond recovery? Beyond that point, even the most durable forms will permanently degenerate into energy."

Tia's blood ran cold.

She understood.

Weltfresser moved with perfect precision, his hand blurring forward, poised to strike Tia in the stomach.

A blow that could reduce even the most resilient beings to nothing but scattered particles.

But the instant his attack neared her—

Something changed.

Tiamat's eyes burned with rage, her emotions giving her more ane more energy.

She reached deep into herself, into the very foundation of her existence— Her Origin.

The moment she touched it, the world around her warped.

Weltfresser's strike, meant to land in an instant, instead felt infinitely delayed.

Tiamat had moved.

No—she had already moved as deigned by history.

Before the thought of the strike could even complete in Weltfresser's mind—

She was gone.

And then—

CRACK.

Her fist connected.

His body jerked violently, his entire form disrupting like a shattered simulation.

For the first time, he was caught off guard.

He flickered, his body momentarily losing cohesion, but before he could even attempt to recover—

She was already there.

Her attacks were no longer simply fast—they were inevitable.

The Origin deemed it so.

Every strike bent concepts, distance, and time, denying any attempt at simple evasion.

Weltfresser tried to dodge because her attacks were doing real damage even if recovery was easy.

Then tried again.

And again.

Each movement became more erratic, more desperate.

But no matter how he flickered, how he twisted between dimensions—

Tiamat's blows followed.

Unrelenting.

One punch tore through the air at light speed.

Another ignored the concept of space.

Each one tracked him.

Each one landed.

And for the first time, Weltfresser was forced to react.

His previously , methodical —Now nothing but scrambling survival.

Tiamat's expression remained enraged throughout.

Weltfresser muttered under his breath, his voice carrying an odd mix of reluctance and frustration.

"I didn't want to use this on you, Tiamat…"

Before the next punch could land,

A beam tore through the sky.

It struck both of them with absolute precision.

BOOM.

Tiamat's momentum halted instantly—not because of the raw damage, but because of the nature of the attack itself.

A crater, at least a kilometer wide, carved itself into the land—

But the beam's true power wasn't in its destructive force.

It was designed for her.

A weapon of pure concept, tailored to attack her mind.

For the first time, Tiamat staggered.

A haze settled over her thoughts.

Not stopped, but inhibited.

Meanwhile, Weltfresser's body flickered, damaged beyond recognition.

His pristine black suit was in shreds, revealing the mechanical framework beneath—a body far from human.

But despite his battered state, despite being on the brink of losing, he straightened his posture and smiled.

His voice, now more controlled, carried an unmistakable edge of satisfaction.

"A specifically designed anti-unit attack."

He adjusted his torn collar, rolling his shoulders as his wounds sealed themselves rapidly.

"Let's see how well you fight when your mind isn't functioning properly."

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Power Stones and Reviews please