Chapter 40:
– Silas –
Always be yourself—unless you can be a dragon. Then, of course, you be a fucking dragon.
After the battle ended, Rebecca, Taylor, and I finally retreated to one of the larger private rooms in Gabriel's fortress. For now, at least, we were safe, and I could sense the tension visibly melting from my friends' shoulders.
Rebecca stretched her arms high above her head and let out a proud sigh. Beside her, Taylor adjusted her glasses—only to realize, with a sheepish smile, that she no longer wore or needed them. Her clear, focused eyes glanced between Rebecca and me.
"I still can't believe the things we did out there," Taylor murmured softly.
Rebecca shot her an approving smirk. "Believe it. You were a total badass today. I don't think Beelzebub saw that coming."
Taylor blushed lightly at the praise. "Thanks, Rebecca."
My attention drifted briefly to the blinking notification floating before me.
[Congratulations, Hero! Before, you only possessed the soul of a dragon, but now you possess the body of one as well! Well—a half-dragon, at least. Your race has officially been upgraded to "Half-Dragon." You now have the ability to manifest draconic features, including scales, claws, wings, and horns. Moreover, you may fully transform yourself into an enormous lightning thunder dragon on command! WARNING: Non-magical clothing may not survive your transformations. Please plan accordingly…]
"Holy shit…" I muttered softly under my breath. A strange sensation suddenly tingled along my scalp. Curious, I reached up toward my hair, feeling for the source of the odd feeling. My fingertips brushed against something incredibly solid—slightly ridged protrusions erupting directly from my skull.
Horns? I had horns now?
Both women had turned their full attention to me now, their eyes widening simultaneously as they registered the newly formed dragon horns on my head.
"Huh," Rebecca said, blinking slowly.
Taylor was covering her mouth with one hand. She took a step closer, studying my face carefully before finally letting out a delighted giggle. "They're adorable!" she exclaimed warmly. "You look cute with dragon horns, Silas. You're like a fantasy character now!"
"Cute?" I muttered…
Rebecca and Taylor both burst into amused giggles at my irritated expression, clearly enjoying my reaction far more than I thought was reasonable.
Rebecca crossed her arms beneath her ample chest, a wicked grin on her lips. "Aw, look, Silas is embarrassed. Who knew dragons could blush?"
Taylor nodded eagerly. "It's honestly adorable, Silas. You went from an intimidating hero to a cute dragon-boy in seconds."
I groaned in mock irritation, running my fingers once again over the solid ridges of the horns that now adorned my head. Thankfully, I was pretty sure I could make them go away if I didn't want them. But it seemed like if I wanted to start calling on more of my new half-dragon powers, they would always pop out…
Rebecca chuckled softly, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "Relax. Horns or not, you're still the badass who made a powerful devil girl drop straight out of the sky."
"I guess I'll take that," I muttered begrudgingly.
After a moment, Rebecca stretched again, glancing down at her body with a weary sigh. "Alright, enough teasing our adorable dragon-boy. I don't know about you, Taylor, but this armor feels incredibly restrictive after the fight we just had. How about we get out of it before checking our own rewards…?"
Taylor's face flushed instantly, her cheeks blooming bright crimson. She hesitated, nibbling nervously on her lower lip, then nodded shyly. "Yeah, that... sounds like a good idea."
Feeling suddenly like I was intruding, I shifted awkwardly and gestured toward the door. "I can, uh—step outside if you two want some privacy…?"
To my absolute surprise, Taylor raised her hand quickly, her voice soft but firm. "Wait, no. Stay, Silas."
I froze in mid-step, blinking at her. Taylor's blush deepened adorably, but she held my gaze bravely. "I mean, we've been through a lot together. It's... it's fine if you stay."
I glanced over at Rebecca, expecting some sort of playful teasing. Instead, she simply smirked knowingly, her eyes holding a warmth that bordered on challenging. "You heard the girl. She wants you to stay. Might as well enjoy the view."
I swallowed hard and stayed where I was, hands loose at my sides, heart thudding. The room was quiet except for our breathing and the small clicks of clasps. Rebecca reached for the hidden seams at her shoulders and hips, and Taylor mirrored her a second later. The black armor separated in smooth panels with soft metallic sounds, gliding back from their bodies.
The suits had been sculpted around them, so every inch they loosened showed more skin. I watched Rebecca first, because she met my eyes as she worked. Her mouth curved like she already knew what this was doing to me. The chestplate eased away and her breasts rose free inside a black bra so thin it barely counted. The cups were sheer enough that I could see the darker circles of her nipples pressing against the fabric. My cock stiffened fast and hard.
Taylor's fingers trembled, but she kept going. She lifted her chestplate up and off with care, cheeks already pink. The white bra she wore looked soft and simple, with a little bow between the cups. It hid more than Rebecca's did, but the way it hugged her made my throat go dry. Pale skin, smooth and warm-looking, freckles scattered lightly across her collarbones and the top swell of her breasts. She peeked at me, saw how I was staring, and blushed deeper without looking away.
They moved lower. Side panels unlatched. Hips came free. Rebecca rolled her armor down over her stomach, then over her ass. The thong she had on was a tiny strip of black that split the curves of her cheeks and vanished between them. When the last of her leg armor cleared her thighs and calves, she kicked it aside and stood there in nothing but that near see-through bra and the thong, wrists planted on her hips. Her caramel skin looked warm and firm under the room's light. She turned slowly, deliberate as hell, showing me the shape of her ass, the way the thong framed it, the faint flex in her legs when she shifted her weight. She knew exactly what she was doing to me and didn't bother pretending otherwise.
Taylor eased her lower armor down more carefully. The white panties matched her bra, snug and modest, a soft band riding high on her hips. She pressed her lips together while she worked the plates past her knees and off her ankles, then she straightened, arms hovering like she had to fight the instinct to cover herself. I met her eyes and shook my head once. She lowered her hands. Her chest rose, her nipples hard under the fabric, and the small movement made the cups tighten around her. The pale smoothness of her stomach led down to the thin curve of her panties. She looked nervous and beautiful and very turned on.
"Fuck," I said, because there wasn't anything else honest to say.
Rebecca smiled wider. "Good answer."
Taylor bit her lip and took a small step closer. "Is this okay?" she asked, even though she knew it was.
"It's more than okay," I said. My voice came out lower than I expected.
Before anything else could happen, Rebecca gave Taylor a teasing smirk and broke the charged silence. "Let's check our rewards now!" she announced eagerly.
Taylor fidgeted shyly in her bra and panties, cheeks flushed and eyes wide behind messy strands of her hair. She opened her mouth slowly in surprise, blinking at Rebecca in embarrassment. "Eh? Weren't we going to… do stuff now?" she asked softly, voice trailing into a whisper. She glanced up at me, biting her lower lip nervously. "I—I kind of thought it was going that way, to be honest." Her slender arms folded protectively across her chest, pushing the soft swell of her breasts upward unintentionally.
I cleared my throat as I admitted carefully, "I kind of thought we were heading in that direction too, if I'm being completely honest…"
Rebecca giggled at both of our awkward reactions, covering her mouth to unsuccessfully hide her amusement. Without hesitation, she reached out and grabbed both Taylor and me by the wrists. Her fingers were warm and firm against my skin, dragging us gently but insistently over towards the large, luxurious bed tucked into the corner of the chamber.
It looked oddly comforting and inviting, which was strange for an angelic fortress in the Underworld—did angels even sleep? Apparently so. Too bad the fortress didn't have baths…
"I want to see what rewards I got! I've been looking forward to this!" Rebecca said, clearly excited. She guided us onto the soft mattress, positioning herself on my right side while Taylor nervously settled herself to my left.
I found myself sandwiched comfortably between them—Rebecca's nearly naked, athletic body warm and enticing on one side, Taylor's shy presence radiating soft heat from the other. Both women's thighs brushed lightly against mine as we sat close, making it incredibly difficult for me to think about anything besides how little clothing they had on.
Rebecca might've been acting playful and confident, but I could tell from the faint blush on her cheeks and the subtle trembling of her fingertips that she was actually as nervous as Taylor, despite her bravado.
Moments later, the familiar blue system screens flickered to life in front of both women. Immediately curious, I turned first to read Taylor's glowing notification floating above her lap:
[Congratulations on helping defeat a Demon Lord! You, Hero Taylor Hebert, have been granted the perk: Insect Kaiju Queen! By expending your own stores of energy, you can enlarge your insects to massive proportions, making them as large as buildings if you desire. Please note: Enlarged insects will require significantly increased sustenance to survive. It is strongly recommended that you limit their numbers to avoid unforeseen consequences…]
Taylor's mouth dropped open, her expression one of complete disbelief. Her eyes darted rapidly across the text multiple times before finally rising up to meet mine, the astonishment plain on her face.
My mind raced as I considered exactly what that reward meant. "Holy shit, Taylor," I muttered softly, meeting her stunned gaze, "you can basically create insects the size of Endbringers now, can't you?"
She gave a slow, hesitant nod, eyes still wide. "I… I think so," she said carefully. "This is insane."
Before I could dwell any further on the terrifying implications of Taylor's new reward, a frustrated sigh drew my attention to Rebecca. She had her arms crossed tightly beneath her ample chest, her brow creased deeply as she stared at her own notification screen.
"Silas," Rebecca said slowly, turning to look at me with clear confusion and concern on her face. "My reward says that I'm no longer a parahuman. It says I've become something called a Viltrumite? What the fuck is a Viltrumite?"
Her dark eyes stared intensely into mine, waiting for an explanation. My thoughts went blank momentarily, processing what she'd just said.
"A Viltrumite?" I repeated slowly, disbelief seeping into my voice. "Are you fucking serious, Rebecca? That's your reward!?"
What was her freaking luck!? That was amazing!
"Should I be worried? Or excited?" she asked nervously while leaning closer.
My gaze flickered briefly down to the generous curves of her breasts beneath the sheer black bra, before I quickly met her eyes again. I cleared my throat awkwardly and started to explain. "A Viltrumite is... well, imagine YOU, but about a dozen times stronger and more durable. You'll age incredibly slowly, heal from basically any injury, you can fly at near lightspeed in outer space—which you can now survive in as well."
Her eyes widened gradually with every word, her irritation fading and replaced by stunned amazement. "Are… are you serious?" Rebecca whispered, almost reverently. Her voice trembled slightly, betraying genuine disbelief. "I'm even stronger now? Even tougher than before?"
I nodded firmly, eyes locked on hers. "Rebecca, this power upgrade you've gotten is off-the-charts ridiculous. I think you can really go toe to toe with the endbringers now!"
I don't know if she could kill them by herself just yet because Viltrumites took years—decades—of training to get stronger but she was definitely far more powerful now.
I wanted to see how she stacked up against my full size lightning dragon form.
Rebecca's breath came faster, her chest rising and falling noticeably as she stared down at her shaking hands. Her expression had shifted dramatically—from skeptical curiosity to amazed realization. "Holy shit," Rebecca whispered breathlessly, "That's… that's insane..."
"Yeah it is. You're probably the strongest hero on Earth Bet now…"
She paused for a second at the implications of that statement. "...Silas, what do you think?" she asked quietly, eyes searching my face carefully. "You think I can handle that kind of power? You know… I've done things—bad things. I've made a lot of terrible and cruel decisions I'm not proud of… I don't want even more power to end up going to my head…"
"If anyone can handle that level of power responsibly, Rebecca, it's definitely you," I told her firmly, placing one reassuring hand lightly on her bare shoulder. "I believe in you…"
"I do too, Rebecca! You're my best friend!" Taylor added supportively!
Rebecca released a relieved sigh. "Thanks, you two," she murmured gratefully. "Hearing you both say that means a lot."
After everything we'd been through, I could tell Taylor and Rebecca were completely exhausted. As much as my mind was screaming at me to do every filthy thing imaginable with them, I pushed the urge down. Taylor especially was riding high on the leftover adrenaline from the battle—she wasn't fully herself.
I didn't want our first time together happening like that.
Instead, we lay back together, their warm, nearly naked bodies nestled comfortably against mine. Taylor curled up tightly against my left side, shyly draping one slim arm across my chest and resting her cheek against my shoulder. Rebecca settled in confidently on my right, pressing close, her barely covered breasts pushing gently into my side. Her leg hooked possessively over my thigh, casually anchoring herself to me.
I wrapped my arms around both of them protectively, savoring the soft sounds of their breathing as exhaustion claimed them quickly.
When morning arrived, I woke up first, blinking slowly as consciousness returned. I glanced to my left first, catching sight of Taylor's sleeping face, peaceful and serene. Her long lashes fluttered slightly against pale skin dotted lightly with freckles. My gaze slid appreciatively lower, taking in the way the bedsheet had partially slipped off her shoulder to reveal the smooth slope of her bare collarbone and the tempting curve of her breasts beneath the thin fabric of her bra.
Shifting my eyes to my right, I admired Rebecca's sleeping form next. Her silky black hair fanned out messily over the pillow, framing her beautiful, relaxed face. Her generous curves pressed confidently into my side, one hand resting possessively atop my chest. She was stunning even asleep, radiating the confidence and sexuality she always carried.
Rebecca stirred first, her dark eyes opening slowly as she stretched out luxuriously. She turned her head slightly, meeting my gaze with a sleepy, content smile. "Good morning," she murmured quietly, leaning in close to press her warm, full lips softly against my cheek. Her mouth lingered just long enough to send pleasant warmth flooding through my skin before pulling away.
On my other side, Taylor shifted slightly, clearly waking as well. Her eyes fluttered open slowly and I watched as realization spread across her face, quickly followed by a vibrant red blush. She squeaked in embarrassment, pulling the bedsheet tightly around herself, hiding her pale, slender body beneath it. "O-oh my God," she stammered shyly, refusing to meet my gaze directly. "I—I can't believe yesterday really happened. We… um, we were almost…"
Rebecca chuckled softly from my right, propping herself up confidently on one elbow. Her generous curves shifted enticingly beneath the thin covering. "Relax, Taylor. Yesterday was… definitely one of the strangest, most incredible days of my life," she admitted, her voice low and intimate. She glanced over at me again, smirking playfully. "And honestly, I have no regrets."
Taylor's blush deepened further. But despite her embarrassment, I caught the flicker of jealousy in her gaze as she watched Rebecca's casual affection towards me. Gathering her courage, Taylor shifted forward on the bed, cautiously leaning in to gently press her lips against my other cheek. Her kiss was softer and much shyer, but still full of genuine warmth and affection.
My heart skipped pleasantly at her boldness.
A broad grin spread across my lips as I looked between both beautiful women. "Well, good morning to both of you, too," I said with amusement, thoroughly pleased by this turn of events.
Taylor fidgeted shyly beside me, still clutching the sheets tightly around herself. Her soft, worried voice broke the comfortable silence, her eyes big behind the tangled mess of her dark hair. "Um, Silas? Rebecca?" she asked hesitantly, her tone cautious. "So…what happens now?"
Rebecca looked thoughtfully at Taylor, then back to me, raising one delicate eyebrow in silent curiosity.
I sighed gently, running one hand affectionately down Taylor's bare shoulder, feeling her shiver beneath my touch. "We should probably find Gabriel first," I told them both. "We took out Beelzebub yesterday, one of Lucifer's Maous. The angels must be making plans on what to do next."
I made sure to make my horns vanish before we stepped out of the room. They were dragon horns, but in the underworld—especially during the Great War—they could be mistaken for devil horns.
Both girls pouted saying they didn't want their cute dragon-boy to leave so soon!
…Rebecca and Taylor slipped back into their armor, the pieces gliding smoothly and clicking into place over their barely-covered bodies. I watched reluctantly as each curve I'd admired last night vanished beneath the black angelic metal.
Eventually, I forced myself to dismiss my lingering disappointment and stepped with them out of the privacy of the room, heading back into the fortress courtyard.
Outside, the endless darkness of the Underworld greeted us once more. The so-called sky above wasn't really sky at all, just the oppressive shadow of the Earth's crust looming perpetually overhead. And even with nightvision, it was still depressing. No wonder the devils end up changing the sky in the future.
Being stuck underground sucked.
The angels had thoughtfully scattered floating orbs of bright, softly-glowing golden light around the fortress grounds, bathing the area in a comforting, almost soothing radiance. It helped ease the suffocating gloom, but I still missed natural sunlight more than ever.
As soon as we emerged into view, every angelic head in the courtyard turned instantly toward us. Wide-eyed, whispering angels began murmuring excitedly, staring at us in awe.
I overheard snippets of conversations, gossip flowing freely among them. They marveled openly about how "incredible" and "heroic" we three humans had been yesterday!
The angels especially focused their praise on Taylor. They pointed excitedly at her, loudly declaring their admiration and gratitude, openly fawning over the human girl who'd managed to wrest away control of Beelzebub's terrifying insect swarm.
"You saved us all!" one pretty angel declared breathlessly.
Another shouted out enthusiastically, "You were incredible! I've never seen such power!"
Taylor's cheeks turned immediately bright pink from all the attention. Her shy embarrassment was absolutely adorable. Beside her, Rebecca chuckled softly at Taylor's obvious discomfort, gently nudging her shoulder in playful amusement.
Before Taylor could melt entirely into a puddle of embarrassment, I spotted Gabriel gracefully striding toward us from across the courtyard. What immediately drew my attention, though, was the silver chain held loosely in her hand.
The chain led down to a matching silver collar around Runeas Gremory's slim, delicate neck.
Runeas walked obediently at Gabriel's side. She was a prisoner obviously, except the proud devil woman wore a smug, flirtatious smirk.
I wondered if Gabriel had any idea just how sexual the imagery looked from our perspective. Probably not. Has S&M even been invented yet at this time?
Eh, considering Runeas' next words, I think it had…
She bit down seductively on her lower lip, fluttering her lashes suggestively at the clueless angel leading her along. "Mmm, pull me harder, mommy," Runeas teased loudly as Gabriel pulled her alongside.
Gabriel paused briefly with confusion etched plainly onto her flawless face. She gave Runeas an odd, curious glance, oblivious to the flirtatious taunting the devil was giving her.
She shook her head gently in mild confusion before finally stepping closer, stopping before us. "Silas, Rebecca, Taylor," Gabriel greeted warmly, her face lighting up with genuine pleasure at seeing us again. "I hope you all had a restful night after yesterday's fierce battle." Her clear blue eyes sparkled with deep gratitude and admiration as she studied each of us carefully, her gaze lingering especially on Taylor. "I cannot thank you enough for everything you've done. Yesterday's victory altered the course of the war effort dramatically. With the death of Beelzebub and Runeas now captured, Lucifer's forces have been dealt a staggering blow. Heaven is rejoicing at this extraordinary triumph!"
"Glad we could help, Gabriel," I said evenly, forcing myself to ignore Runeas's provocative little smirk and the way she deliberately tugged at her collar, clearly enjoying herself far too much. She knew we couldn't kill or really harm her because her descendants were important in the future…
Rebecca stepped forward confidently, cutting right to the heart of things. "So what happens now, Gabriel? Where exactly do we go from here?"
Gabriel's serene expression brightened dramatically. Her enormous, snow-white wings fluttered rapidly behind her. "With Beelzebub now dead, my assignment here is finally complete," Gabriel explained. "I've spent far too long stationed at this dreary corner of the Underworld. Now I am free to return to my father's side!" She paused, letting the weight of her words hang dramatically before continuing with reverent excitement. "We will teleport directly to the heart of Lucifer's territory, where the bulk of Heaven's army is already amassed. Father himself—God—is there leading the charge. We're about to launch one final offensive against Lucifer and Azazel. This war has dragged on for far too long, and Father believes it is finally time to end it decisively." Gabriel turned gracefully, her eyes locking onto mine with clear affection and gratitude. "Of course, Silas, Rebecca, Taylor—you will all be coming along as my personal guests of honor! Father is eager to meet the heroes who delivered such a devastating blow to the forces of Hell. Your bravery will undoubtedly be celebrated across Heaven for generations to come!"
At Gabriel's enthusiastic declaration, Runeas snorted rudely. "Oh yay," Runeas drawled in an exaggerated voice, tilting her head mockingly. "I'm just so incredibly excited to finally meet Grandpa Big-G himself! Really. Truly. I've waited my entire immortal life for this thrilling moment." Her voice oozed pure sarcasm, accompanied by an exaggerated roll of her vibrant pink eyes.
Gabriel turned and scowled at her disapprovingly, visibly displeased with Runeas' disrespectful tone.
Runeas, of course, seemed to thrive off the angel's annoyance, deliberately flicking her silky crimson hair over one shoulder and offering an innocent, taunting smile in response.
Next to me, Rebecca and Taylor sputtered simultaneously.
"Hold on—wait just a minute!" Rebecca finally managed. "You can't just casually drop something like that and move on! You're seriously taking us to meet the literal, actual God? Right now?"
Taylor nodded furiously, still clearly shell-shocked. "Y-yeah! I mean… isn't meeting the creator of the universe supposed to be kind of a big deal? You make it sound like we're dropping by your dad's house for lunch or something!"
Gabriel tilted her head thoughtfully, looking genuinely puzzled by their stunned reactions. Her expression grew sheepish as she murmured softly, "Ah—I apologize if that seemed overly casual. For angels, conversing with Father is entirely natural. I forget how momentous the experience might feel to humans."
Runeas scoffed loudly. "Oh, sure. Meeting an omnipotent being who can literally smite your mortal souls into oblivion—no pressure, right?"
I rubbed one hand down my face, exhaling deeply to steady my nerves. Honestly, the girls weren't alone in their shock. I was feeling pretty damn nervous myself. Gabriel believed we were emissaries of her father sent here personally by him to help Heaven win the war.
Except, that was mostly bullshit. To be fair, she actually came to those conclusions on her own.
We just… didn't bother correcting her.
…One teleportation and an hour later…
"…Welp, that didn't go as planned," I grumbled in annoyance.
Well—shit.
I probably should have remembered from the DxD lore that Big-G wasn't exactly a chill dude. That was a fact, given how many beings he hunted down, and carved up to create Sacred Gears for his followers.
Sure, he was technically the God of this world, but he sure as hell wasn't anything like the God I prayed to back in my old life. My memories of my former life had clouded my judgment of what God in an anime world would be like, and now I was chained like a damned criminal to the damp, cold stone wall in the dungeons beneath this new base.
Taylor, Rebecca, and Runeas Gremory were all chained up alongside me in the same dark cell, glaring daggers in every direction.
"What the actual hell!?" Taylor snapped, tugging furiously on the thick metal cuffs around her wrists. "This is bullshit! I'm never going to church again. Well—not that Dad and I ever really went since Mom passed away anyway… but still! Seriously, fuck this!"
Across from us, Runeas threw her crimson-haired head back and laughed her cute little ass off. "How the mighty have fallen!" she crowed as she watched Taylor fume. "Welcome to the club, my adorable human friends! Maybe now you'll finally appreciate how shitty it is dealing with Big Grandpa upstairs."
Taylor glared at Runeas, but the devil just smiled back sweetly and blew her a kiss.
To be fair, the situation was exactly what I'd been nervous about earlier. When Gabriel first teleported us into this place, she'd eagerly marched us through gleaming hallways into an audience chamber to meet her all-powerful father himself. Big-G had been exactly as intimidating as I expected—a wise-looking older man with a long white beard and golden robes radiating incredible power.
But instead of being pleased, he'd taken one stern glance at us and sneered, declaring he had never given us his blessing at all.
In his eyes, that apparently meant we were obviously devil spies infiltrating Heaven's holy ranks.
Gabriel had immediately started protesting, desperately trying to explain herself. But the other archangels simply ignored her, grabbing hold of me, Taylor, Rebecca, and Runeas before hauling our asses straight to these dark, shitty dungeons without another word.
Now here we were—chained up like the damned devil spies they accused us of being.
Rebecca let out a weary sigh from my left as she glanced around the bleak stone cell. "So," she drawled irritably, "what do you think will happen now?"
"They're obviously going to torture, interrogate, and eventually kill us all," Runeas said. "What else?"
Taylor shifted alarmed at Runeas's blunt words. "Wait, hold on!" she protested sharply. "Silas literally told Gabriel you were important to the future! If they kill you, they're screwing up the entire timeline!"
"And you really think Big Grandpa upstairs will believe any of that crap? Please. He already thinks you're all devil spies. Good luck convincing him otherwise now." Runeas pointed out as she tugged on her chains a bit, but sighed when she realized she wasn't breaking them.
Fuck. She had a point. If Big-G thought we were lying now, there was almost no chance he'd trust anything we said again.
"Then I guess we break ourselves out," I finally suggested.
After all, this wasn't the first time I'd been labeled a villain—hell, I'd been labelled a Sith in the Star Wars universe. Still, being treated like a devil spy by the literal biblical God was something else entirely.
Especially after Taylor, Rebecca, and I had put our lives on the line yesterday to kill one of Lucifer's strongest generals.
Runeas scoffed openly, rolling her vivid pink eyes at me. "And exactly how do you plan on doing that, my handsome blonde hero?" she drawled. "These chains are extremely durable, reinforced by holy enchantments, and designed specifically to suppress magic and supernatural power—"
With a casual flex of my mutant magnetism abilities, the iron cuffs around my wrists snapped clean off, falling uselessly to the floor with a loud metallic clank. "Yeah, that might work on devils, angels, or magicians," I said with a smug grin, rubbing at my freed wrists, "but unfortunately for Big-G, mutant powers aren't magic."
Runeas's mouth dropped open, stunned silence following as she stared in shock.
Next to me, Rebecca casually rolled her eyes. With zero visible effort, the gorgeous, newly-minted Viltrumite flexed her wrists, snapping her shackles apart like paper chains. The broken cuffs clattered to the dungeon floor, useless.
Taylor gave a small, hesitant shrug as dozens of tiny insects emerged from the locking mechanisms of her restraints, clicking them open with ease. She stepped calmly out of her chains. "Ancient locks suck," she explained casually. "They were really easy to pick…"
Runeas looked from Taylor to Rebecca, to me, then back to Taylor again, her jaw hanging comically open. "You three humans are absolute bullshit!" she spluttered indignantly, struggling uselessly against her own enchanted restraints. "This is cheating! Someone help me get out too!"
Taylor leaned forward, a smug smirk tugging her lips upward. "Ah, ah. You didn't say the magic words."
Runeas narrowed her pretty pink eyes, hesitating for only a second before giving a deliberately exaggerated sigh. "Fine," she drawled sweetly, batting her eyelashes provocatively. "If you help me out of these chains, I'll happily eat your pretty little pussy for you. Happy now?"
Taylor sputtered violently, choking on air as her face exploded with furious blush. "That is NOT what I meant by magic words! What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Runeas tilted her head innocently. "Oh? It isn't?"
Honestly, I couldn't even tell if the devil was fucking with us or not? I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt because of her borderline evil culture and the fact that she just learned English literally yesterday.
I lifted my hand, focusing briefly, and the magical iron chains binding Runeas's wrists, ankles, and neck snapped open all at once. They clattered heavily to the floor with an echoing clang, and suddenly I felt a surge of raw, intoxicating magical power radiate from her petite body.
It pulsed out for just an instant, intense enough to send a shiver down my spine, before Runeas quickly reined it in, suppressing her aura. She didn't want any of the nearby angels to detect that their powerful prisoner had just broken free.
Runeas's vibrant pink eyes glittered with pure delight, and a wide, seductive grin spread over her lips. "You really are a hero!" she declared happily, and without another second's hesitation, she rushed towards me like a woman possessed. Before I could even think to react, Runeas had leapt straight into the air, hurtling her slender body at me. I barely had time to brace myself before she crashed into my chest, her strong legs instantly locking around my waist with possessive strength.
Her lush, incredibly soft breasts pressed into me hard, the warmth of her full curves molding tightly against my torso. My hands instinctively moved to her hips, catching her firmly against my body, and I could feel the tautness of her muscles beneath her smooth skin. Runeas's fingers tangled roughly into my hair as she yanked my head down to meet hers, her mouth aggressively claiming mine in a fiercely passionate kiss.
Her lips were soft but hungry, urgent in their demand. She immediately parted them, plunging her hot, wet tongue forcefully between my teeth and exploring my mouth without restraint. Runeas moaned shamelessly into the kiss, grinding her hips lewdly against me, and I felt my cock surge to full, uncomfortable hardness as her hips rocked firmly into mine. The taste of her mouth was sweet and hot, her tongue skillful and eager as she continued to deepen the kiss.
Behind me, I vaguely registered Taylor and Rebecca making noises of startled indignation—Rebecca let out an outraged growl, while Taylor squeaked out a flustered protest—but Runeas ignored them entirely. Instead, she tightened her powerful thighs around me, greedily pulling me closer, her mouth moving more insistently, urgently against mine. Her hips began a deliberate rhythm, rubbing and grinding against my rapidly stiffening cock through the thin fabric between us.
When Runeas finally broke the kiss, she left me panting heavily, staring down into her flushed, triumphant face. Her bright eyes were heavy with lust, lips swollen and slick from our intense kiss. She gave me a knowing, filthy smile, gently biting her lower lip as she squeezed her legs tighter around my waist. "Mmm, I think my hero deserves a proper thank-you, don't you?" she purred teasingly, completely ignoring the furious glares coming from Rebecca and Taylor.
Runeas then let out an undignified squawk as Rebecca's hand clamped firmly onto the back of her delicate neck. The petite, crimson-haired devil was forcibly yanked off my waist and pulled back like a misbehaving pet.
I heard Rebecca growl quietly in irritation, the new Viltrumite strength easily controlling the short, sultry creature who had practically been riding my cock through our clothes a few seconds earlier.
Rebecca glared down angrily at Runeas, who squirmed helplessly in her grasp, trying uselessly to twist free and resume grinding herself against me.
"Ow—hey!" Runeas protested, wriggling against Rebecca's hold. "What the hell!? HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET SO MUCH STRONGER OVERNIGHT?"
Rebecca's dark eyes flashed dangerously as she gave the squirming devil girl a firm shake, rattling her to remind her exactly who was in control now. "None of your damn business," Rebecca growled in a low, dangerous voice. "And would you knock it off already? Stop being so fucking horny for five minutes! Don't you get that we need to get out of here, dumbass?"
Runeas's pretty, porcelain-white face scrunched into a deeply dissatisfied pout as she glared stubbornly back up at Rebecca, still struggling futilely to break free from the other woman's unyielding grip. After another moment of struggling—and realizing her efforts were pointless—Runeas finally sighed melodramatically, her slender shoulders slumping in exaggerated defeat.
"Awww, but come on," she whined petulantly, eyes glittering mischievously as her voice dropped into a sultry, teasing purr. "Wouldn't having a filthy, debauched orgy down here—right beneath Grandpa Big G's pompous, stuck-up nose—be the absolute perfect revenge?"
Runeas's soft, pink tongue darted suggestively out to trace slowly over her plush, tempting lips. She deliberately glanced between Rebecca, Taylor, and myself, openly admiring each of us in turn, her gaze lingering shamelessly on my body.
Rebecca scoffed loudly, rolling her eyes in exasperation. Taylor blushed furiously, sputtering softly under her breath and shyly looking away. I just shook my head, unable to suppress a small grin despite myself. The horny little redheaded devil was nothing if not persistent—I had to give her credit for that much at least.
Suddenly, Runeas yelped loudly, jumping slightly and twisting her neck in alarm as she peered down at her own ass. Her eyes widened incredulously, then narrowed accusingly toward Taylor. "Ouch! What the fuck? Did something just bite me on my ass!?"
Taylor glanced back innocently, a faint smile playing on her lips as she casually shrugged her slender shoulders. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she murmured sweetly.
Runeas grumbled irritably under her breath, rubbing at her backside in exaggerated annoyance while glaring suspiciously at Taylor.
Clearly, Taylor had discreetly sent one of her insects lurking in the corners of this dirty dungeon cell after Runeas as punishment for her constant shameless behavior. Honestly, I was proud of Taylor—it showed she was growing more comfortable standing up for herself, even if she did blush uncontrollably the entire time.
"Alright, enough," I finally said, stepping forward and deliberately placing myself firmly between Runeas and the two girls—partly to regain some semblance of control over the situation and partly because Runeas was clearly having way too much fun teasing them both. "Let's actually focus for a minute. We need a solid escape plan. Somehow, I doubt we can just casually teleport out of Big G's fortress."
But Runeas immediately tilted her head toward me, arching one slender eyebrow smugly. Her vivid pink eyes practically sparkled with arrogant amusement and confidence as she stared back at me. It was a look that blatantly said "you're completely wrong."
"Oh, my dear Silas," Runeas cooed dramatically, her voice dripping condescending sweetness as she placed a delicate hand on her hip. "That's exactly where you're mistaken. Sure, there are plenty of wards here designed specifically to stop devils and fallen angels from teleporting IN. But..." She leaned forward conspiratorially, lowering her voice into an exaggerated stage whisper. "...there isn't a single ward here that prevents us from teleporting OUT. Big Grandpa G never imagined any prisoner would be strong enough—or crazy enough—to try escaping once captured." Her wickedly smug smile widened even further, openly basking in her own supposed cleverness. Runeas lifted her chin proudly, crimson hair cascading over her shoulders in silky waves as she placed one hand elegantly over her ample chest, dramatically boasting with shameless pride. "And remember—my special Gremory clan trait is supernatural luck itself! Of course, it was inevitable I'd be able to make a daring escape, even right under Big G's pompous nose!"
After letting the redheaded devil boast a moment longer, Rebecca finally sighed loudly, dryly interrupting Runeas's proud gloating. "You do realize you'd already be dead if it weren't for us, right?"
Runeas visibly deflated, shoulders slumping dramatically again as she let out a long-suffering sigh. Crossing her arms tightly beneath her voluptuous chest, she pouted childishly at Rebecca, mumbling irritably under her breath. "Well, if it wasn't for you three meddling humans, I wouldn't have been captured in the first place. And Beelzebub would still be alive too." She paused, reconsidering her own words with a grimace. "Except he was a disgusting asshole, so actually, I'm pretty glad you killed him. He always creeped me out anyway."
Runeas shook her head quickly, dismissing the entire tangent with an impatient wave of one slender hand. "Whatever. Enough talking. Let's just get the fuck out of here already!"
Before anyone could protest or ask her further questions, Runeas snapped her fingers decisively. Instantly, an intricate, blood-red teleportation circle flared to brilliant life on the filthy dungeon floor beneath her dainty feet, illuminating the dark cell brightly in sinister crimson light.
Taylor and Rebecca both stared down at the circle with clear skepticism, then simultaneously looked back at me, silently asking the same obvious question. Should we actually trust the infuriatingly horny, arrogant devil girl who barely knew us?
Fuck it. It wasn't like we had much better options.
With a resigned sigh, I stepped firmly into the glowing teleportation circle alongside Runeas, glancing expectantly at the two women beside me. "Might as well," I muttered wryly, shrugging one shoulder. "It's not like we have a better plan right now."
Rebecca sighed irritably, clearly frustrated by our limited choices. "Fine," she agreed gruffly, stepping into the circle beside me.
Taylor hesitated nervously for a heartbeat longer, nibbling shyly on her lower lip. But when she saw both of us waiting expectantly for her, she finally squared her slender shoulders determinedly, gathering her courage and stepping into the teleportation circle alongside Rebecca.
Runeas gave us all a dazzling, triumphant smile, tossing her crimson hair back dramatically. "Alright then—hold tight, my adorable human rescuers. And try not to vomit!"
Before we had time to brace ourselves, the circle flared blindingly bright. I felt a sudden, gut-wrenching yank on my entire being, reality twisting violently around us.
In a flash of brilliant crimson light and dizzying vertigo, we vanished completely from Big G's dungeon, whisked off to wherever the hell Runeas intended to take us next.
…Runeas stood proudly in the center of a warmly-lit room with her arms flung out dramatically as she laughed like an anime villain for some reason. "Hahaha! Welcome, humans, to my luxurious secret base—I mean my home!"
Blinking away the lingering disorientation of teleportation, I glanced around the large room curiously. At first glance, it seemed surprisingly normal for the dwelling of an infamous original pillar devil. Comfortable-looking furniture, plush chairs and sofas, a few well-stocked bookshelves, and even an ornate marble fireplace on one side—it all had the appearance of a cozy, inviting mansion living room.
But as my eyes moved around, one oddity jumped out immediately. "Hey Runeas, why aren't there any windows in here?"
Runeas shot me an incredulous look, raising one delicate eyebrow as if my question was absurd. "Windows are dumb, Silas! They just let assassins know exactly where you are in your home." She huffed softly, crossing her arms beneath her ample chest and shaking her head at me like I was hopelessly naive. "Honestly, humans are such reckless creatures—so trusting of your silly 'holes' in the wall. That's how you get your head blown off!"
Ok then…
Devils really were ruthless bastards even to each other in this era.
And then, the polished wooden door at the far end of the room swung open smoothly.
My jaw nearly hit the floor.
Stepping into view was a stunningly attractive woman—she appeared slightly older and definitely taller than Runeas. Her long hair was the exact same deep crimson shade. Her eyes were the same vibrant pink as Runeas's too. Her full, tempting lips were set in a mildly exasperated smile. She wore a simple but elegant white dress, the thin fabric clinging to every provocative curve of her mature, shapely figure.
It was almost impossible not to stare openly at the sensual woman who could've easily passed as Runeas's sexier older sister. Even with the pouts Rebecca and Taylor were both giving me…
The gorgeous newcomer bowed her head slightly toward Runeas. "Welcome home, Mother."
Mother!?
Never mind about the sister thing, then. Fucking hell, Runeas actually had a daughter this whole time? I'd distinctly remembered her acting shocked earlier when I'd mentioned her eventual descendants.
Beside me, Rebecca clearly thought the exact same thing, because she immediately whirled around accusingly to glare at Runeas. "Hold the fuck up," Rebecca said bluntly, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. "You actually have a daughter already? You specifically told Gabriel and the rest of us you didn't have any children yet. What the hell?"
Runeas scoffed loudly, rolling her eyes dismissively as if it were completely obvious. "Oh please, Rebecca! I was lying to an archangel's face, of course! What kind of idiot willingly hands their enemies personal information like that?" She smirked smugly, clearly amused by Rebecca's irritation, and waved a hand in casual introduction toward her stunning daughter. "Anyway, humans, meet my beautiful and absolutely sexy daughter—Chysis Gremory."\
I realized that this was Rias Gremory's grandmother…
Chysis placed a hand gently over her forehead, shaking her head slightly. "Mother, must you embarrass me immediately in front of your guests?"
Runeas ignored her entirely. "And Chysis, darling, these humans are my new friends! They heroically rescued your poor mother from the disgusting clutches of your cruel great-grandpa Big-G himself after I got myself captured." Her pretty face broke into an excited grin. "Oh, and by the way, Beelzebub is totally dead now too! Isn't that delightful news? The war isn't looking too good for Hell anymore—hehehe."
Chysis just let out another soft, exasperated sigh. "Yes, Mother, I heard the news already. I swear, you cause more trouble every time you leave the mansion."
Runeas pouted childishly at her daughter's reprimand, folding her arms beneath her breasts and deliberately accentuating the alluring swell. "You're no fun at all, Chysis! Lighten up!"
With a quiet, resigned smile, Chysis turned toward me and my companions, stepping forward gracefully to properly introduce herself. "Please excuse my mother's behavior. She rarely brings home visitors who aren't just drunken, lustful friends of hers."
Runeas sputtered indignantly behind her. "Hey!"
Chysis smoothly ignored her mother, offering me a politely warm smile. "You're the one who led my mother's escape, yes? Allow me to properly welcome you to the House of Gremory. Please, call me Chysis."
Her deep pink eyes held my gaze calmly and confidently, but I could see the spark of curiosity in them—along with a hint of interest. Her gaze flickered subtly downward over my chest before lifting back to meet my eyes.
I cleared my throat awkwardly, nodding politely. "Thank you, Chysis. I'm Silas Thorn. And yes, your mother's freedom was somewhat of a team effort."
I gestured toward Rebecca, who stood stiffly at my side. "This is Rebecca, and over there is Taylor."
Chysis smiled pleasantly, nodding in greeting toward each of the women. "Welcome, all of you. It's unusual, but certainly refreshing, to see humans bold enough—and skilled enough—to challenge the powers of Heaven and Hell alike. Mother always did love finding ways to cause extra chaos. I can only imagine the story behind your unexpected alliance."
Rebecca sighed dryly, rolling her eyes toward Runeas. "Oh, trust me, it wasn't exactly planned."
Runeas grinned shamelessly, clearly delighted by the entire situation. "Come now, humans! Let's not dwell on minor details. What's important is that you're here now—and safe within my beautiful home." Her eyes glittered mischievously. "You know, we really should celebrate properly. Maybe a luxurious, wild orgy in the hot baths? Nothing says celebration quite like hot, steamy group sex!"
Chysis groaned softly, placing a hand to her face again in embarrassment. "Mother, please…"
"...You know, this house doesn't have windows, but we can fix that…" Rebecca said with a sudden feral grin.
Runeas turned to the beautiful latina woman in confusion. "Huh? What are you talking about—KYA!" she shouted as she was suddenly kicked hard by Rebecca.
Runeas ended up smashing clean through the nearest wall, causing the entire house to shake around us. Thankfully it didn't collapse.
Chysis didn't seem remotely upset about what just happened to her mother. Instead she just shook her head a few times back and forth, muttering about how her "mother never learns." She then turned back to the rest of us with a warm smile. Although, I think a lot of the smile was directed in my direction? Maybe this mother and daughter weren't so different after all.
"You all must be famished after such a daring escape. I'd love to hear all about it, I can have the maids prepare us dinner," she suggested.
"Dinner sounds great! Those dumb angels didn't even feed me while I was their prisoner!" Runeas whined as she climbed back inside her house through the hole. She shook her head rapidly, flinging dust off herself.
I could admit that I was starving as well. My stomach growled loudly, reminding me how long it had been since I'd eaten anything decent. Over 24 hours at this point. The angels had nothing but inedible rotten rations stored away.
Taylor, Rebecca, and I had reluctantly rationed out the limited food I had stored away in my inventory instead because we didn't know how long we'd be in the Underworld.
Taylor fidgeted restlessly, finally glancing up at Chysis and Runeas with a shy but hopeful expression. "Um… would it be alright if we bathed before dinner?" she asked softly, cheeks coloring slightly from embarrassment at having to ask such a basic favor. "The angels didn't exactly have, um, good accommodations…"
Rebecca crossed her arms beneath her chest and nodded seriously, clearly echoing Taylor's sentiment. "Yeah, I can't even remember the last time I felt clean," she admitted. "The fortress we were stuck in didn't have baths. Or soap. Are angels just naturally clean creatures…?"
Runeas burst into giggles as she quickly leered at all three of us. "Oh my, now this is delightful," she purred, placing one delicate finger teasingly to her chin. "Are you sure you wouldn't prefer to bathe together? I promise the baths here are incredibly luxurious and spacious. I'd happily wash your backs—or fronts! Whatever you'd like. I'm very thorough." She punctuated her offer with a playful, exaggerated wink.
Rebecca just gave Runeas a withering glare, making her opinion perfectly clear without needing a single word.
Chysis cleared her throat softly, gracefully stepping forward before Runeas could tease further. "Of course, you may bathe before dinner," she said smoothly, ignoring her mother's lewd remarks entirely. "The House of Gremory has extensive baths. Hot water, soaps, oils—anything you could desire. I'll instruct our servants to prepare them immediately."
I let out a relieved sigh. "Thank you."
Chysis smiled warmly at my blunt sincerity. "It's the least we can offer, considering you've brought my troublesome mother home safely. Mother may lack tact, but I promise you, our house prides itself on proper hospitality."
Runeas pouted dramatically at her daughter's gentle scolding, crossing her arms petulantly. "Honestly, Chysis, you're so boring! You should loosen up and join us—"
Before Runeas could finish her suggestive invitation, Rebecca raised a fist warningly. Runeas wisely shut her mouth, muttering something quietly about humans not appreciating generosity.
Chysis gracefully ignored her mother's sulking and gestured to the door. "Please, follow me," she said warmly.
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