Yet, his internal protests meant nothing because he found himself inside of a darkened home. The only light coming from the open door he'd just entered and between the gaps of the boards on the windows. The interior of the house was completely trashed with debris scattered about. Just a cursory glance would make anyone wonder how the place still stood with the interior so thoroughly destroyed.
"Mmmmm dinner smells wonderful."
Junichiro's head rapidly looked around trying to locate the sensual female voice. Now that he was paying attention, he could hear an undertone of magic laced within the female voice. He finally located two large eyes floating in the darkness reflecting golden light back at him.
"Come, come, such pleasure and pain will you find in here."
The magic laced into the voice became stronger, urging him to walk deeper into the darkness. He could easily see how such a voice could ensnare his senses if he wasn't paying attention. Now that he was, it was entirely useless and the female voice seemed to realize that as well when he spun on his heels and fled toward the still open door. There was no way in hell he was dealing with whatever was in the house. Though his mind, not so helpfully, decided that it was likely a stray devil or man eating yokai of some sort. Those seemed the most plausible.
He'd just barely made it to the threshold when a pair of impossibly strong hands tipped with wickedly sharp nails grabbed him by the shoulders. The next moment he was flying through the air until gravity took hold once more and violently slammed him into the floor. Junichiro quickly sat up to get his eyes on his enemy while his right hand moved toward his belt when his Wand of Fireballs was located.
Standing silhouetted by the moonlight in the door frame was a female figure. She might have been beautiful once upon a time, but now she was a hideous monster. Though she was nowhere near as deformed as the centaur-like stray devil shown in the beginning of DxD cannon, it was still pretty bad. He skin was bone white while moonlight glinted off of fish-like scales covering her face and what was visible of her arms. What was visible of her legs was similarly covered in scales though her feet looked more like swimming flippers than actual feet.
Most hideous of all though was her face. Her eyes were massive and reminded him of a dead fish. Her mouth was so wide it looked like the bottom half of her face had been sliced open, fitted with a hinge, and filled to the brim with rotting black dagger-like teeth. She stared at him as he fumbled for his wand, "Dinner should know it needs to stay in the house."
Despite her hideous looks, her voice was still melodious and tinged with magic that wanted him to listen and obey. He completely ignored her as he whipped his wand out and pointed it in her direction. The very moment he had it aimed at her, she was gone.
Junichiro turned to his torso to his right, his eyes having just barely followed her movement, moving his arm so he could aim his wand at her the moment he spotted her and fire off as many fireballs as it took to put her down or make his escape. He'd use the entire thing if he had to. It was only as he finally had her within his vision once again that his brain finally noticed there was something seriously wrong.
The fish-like stray devil was holding something in her hands that she hadn't had just a moment ago, a human arm.
A human arm holding a wooden stick in its fist.
A human arm that looked hauntingly familiar.
His arm.
Slowly, painfully slowly, he turned his head to look at his arm. Or, at where his arm used to be. His shoulder was still intact, that was nice. However, disconcertingly, his arm stopped at a clean cut just a few inches further down. Where his arm once existed there was nothing but a stump spurting thick red blood. It was only as he looked at the wound that his shock clouded mind finally registered the mind altering pain.
PAINPAINPAINPAINPAIN!
Junichiro screamed in agony as a pain so deep he was certain he could feel it in his soul tried to crush his mind. He'd never felt pain more deeply in either life and had no point of reference to even beging to understand how something could hurt so deeply. It was agony beyond anything he could have imagined. Yet, even with his mind clouded by nothing but sheer agony, his throat burning from his screams, and his mind floundering in an attempt to even work, he could clearly hear the sharp cracks of teeth crushing bone. The loud cracking sound was quickly followed by a rapturous moan so sinfully sensual it wouldn't have been out of place in the highest class of pornography