Chapter 1: Rebirth in Crimson Shadows
The void was cold, endless, a suffocating blanket that pressed against his fading consciousness. He remembered the accident all too well—the screech of tires, the blinding headlights, the sharp crack of impact that ended his mundane life. No grand heroic death, just stupid, pointless oblivion. But as darkness clawed at him, a voice echoed through the emptiness, detached and omnipotent, like the rumble of cosmic machinery.
"Mortal soul, your thread snaps. I am the ROB, weaver of fates. One wish, granted swiftly. Choose wisely, or fade forever."
His mind raced. Reincarnation? Power? Revenge on the world that chewed him up? But the voice clarified: one body to inhabit, no more. No harem of goddesses, no infinite might—just a vessel. He thought of anime worlds, ones he'd escaped into during his lonely nights. High School DxD flickered in his thoughts—demons, angels, endless battles laced with raw desire. Gasper Vladi, the shy vampire, hidden away. Perfect. Untapped potential, a body that could be molded.
"Gasper Vladi," he gasped into the void. "I choose that one."
The ROB's tone hummed with faint amusement. "Granted. But your form comes as is—vampiric frailty and all. Alter at your peril."
Light exploded, searing his senses. But before the world fully reformed, he seized the moment. One wish, but he'd bend it. "Wait—Great Sage! Give me the Great Sage skill, like in those stories. The one that evolves, creates powers beyond limits."
"Overpowered, indeed," the voice murmured. "It shall manifest as you desire. Ultimate-class abilities at your command. Awaken."
Reality slammed into him. He was small, fragile, huddled in a dim chamber lined with occult symbols. Chains bit into his wrists, and the air reeked of incense and fear—his own. Gasper's body, but not quite. The frilly dress clung to his skin like a mockery, the skirt too short, the blouse too sheer. Disgust roiled in his gut. Not this shit. With a thought, Great Sage activated, a cool interface blooming in his mind.
[Great Sage: Skill acquired. Query: Modify attire to masculine equivalent. Executing...]
Fabric shifted, the dress morphing into a tailored black vest over a crisp white shirt, pants replacing the skirt—simple, sharp, fitting a young lord rather than a doll. He flexed his fingers, feeling the vampiric strength stir beneath the surface. No more hiding. No more weakness.
Shouts echoed from outside. The door burst open, and they flooded in—Rias Gremory and her peerage, heroes in this twisted tale. Issei Hyoudou led the charge, his boosted gear gleaming, eyes wide with that idiotic determination. Behind him, Akeno Himejima crackled with lightning, Asia Argento clutched her healing twilight, Koneko Toujou cracked her knuckles, and Yuuto Kiba flashed his sword with princely grace. Rias strode forward, her crimson hair a banner, commanding the rescue.
"Gasper! We're here to free you!" Rias called, her voice steady but laced with urgency.
He—Gasper now, but reborn—stared at them from his chains. These people, these fools who thought they owned him. Despise surged, hot and venomous. The world had killed him once; these puppets wouldn't get the chance to chain him again. Great Sage whispered possibilities, a arsenal of ultimate powers at his fingertips.
"Free me?" he sneered, voice deeper than Gasper's whimper, laced with newfound venom. The chains snapped with a casual flex, Forbidden Balor View activating instinctively—but amplified. His eyes glowed crimson, time freezing around the intruders in a bubble of stasis.
Issei blinked, mid-step, his mouth open in confusion. Pathetic, he thought. This pervert dragon-boy thinks he's a savior? Great Sage hummed: [Query: Ultimate destruction beam. Generating...] A lance of pure void energy coalesced in his palm, blacker than night, humming with annihilation.
He thrust it forward. The beam pierced Issei's chest, erupting out his back in a spray of blood and charred flesh. The stasis shattered as Issei crumpled, gurgling, his boosted gear flickering out. "What... the fuck..." he wheezed, eyes glazing over before life fled.
Chaos erupted. Rias's eyes widened in horror. "Gasper?! What have you—"
"Shut up," he snarled, teleporting in a blink—Great Sage's instant spatial shift. He grabbed Rias by the throat, slamming her against the wall. Her peerage lunged, but he was faster. Kiba's sword swung; he caught the blade bare-handed, twisting it until it shattered like glass. "You next, pretty boy."
Kiba's eyes flashed with shock. Gasper—no, he—drove his fist into the knight's gut, ribs cracking like dry twigs. Blood sprayed as he yanked Kiba close, fangs elongating. One bite to the neck, tearing artery and vein. Kiba spasmed, sword dropping, collapsing in a pool of his own blood. Dead before he hit the ground.
Akeno unleashed lightning, but he laughed, Great Sage weaving a barrier that absorbed it, converting to his own power. "Witches like you... always playing with fire." He blurred forward, seizing her wrist, snapping it with a wet crack. She screamed, but he silenced her with a backhand, teeth sinking into her shoulder, drinking just enough to taste her fear.
Asia rushed to heal, tears streaming. "Stop! Please, Gasper—"
He turned, eyes locking on her. Innocent little nun. Despise twisted into something darker, hungrier. "Heal them if you can, bitch." But first, he backhanded her too, sending her sprawling, her dress tearing at the seams.
Koneko charged, small fists flying. He caught her mid-air, squeezing until her ribs groaned. "Cat girl? Cute. But breakable." A twist, and her arm popped from the socket. She yowled, but he dropped her, turning to Rias, who struggled against his grip.
"Why?" Rias gasped, crimson eyes blazing with betrayal. "We're your family!"
"Family?" He laughed, cold and bitter. "I despise you all. Weak, meddling insects." With a thought, Great Sage granted regeneration—his own, ultimate class. Wounds would knit in seconds, but theirs? He'd control it.
He dragged Rias into the center of the room, the peerage— the females: Rias, Akeno, Asia, Koneko—groaning on the floor, males' corpses cooling nearby. Issei and Kiba, dead weights. Good riddance. No fags in my story. His cock hardened at the sight, pants tightening. These women, powerful yet broken before him. Non-consensual? They'd beg soon enough.
Starting with Rias. He ripped her uniform open, buttons scattering, exposing full breasts heaving with panic. "No—Gasper, stop!" she pleaded, but he pinned her down, knees forcing her thighs apart. His hand shot between her legs, tearing panties aside, fingers plunging into her dry pussy. She cried out, body arching in pain.
"Scream all you want, heiress." He freed his cock—Gasper's body, but enhanced by Great Sage, thick and veined, throbbing with vampiric heat. He thrust in hard, no prep, her walls clenching in protest around him. Blood slicked the entry, but he pounded deeper, hips slamming against hers. Each thrust broke something—her spirit, maybe.
While buried inside her, he turned to Akeno, who clutched her broken wrist. "You. Crawl over." When she hesitated, he yanked her by the hair, forcing her face near where he fucked Rias. "Watch your president get ruined." Akeno's yukata tore under his free hand, exposing pale skin. He snapped her other arm at the elbow, bone jutting white. She wailed, but he shoved her down, cock pulling from Rias to ram into Akeno's mouth.
"Suck it, thunder bitch." She gagged, tears mixing with saliva as he face-fucked her, broken limbs flopping uselessly. Pull out, back to Rias's pussy, alternating thrusts. Great Sage healed them just enough—bones knitting partially, pain lingering—to keep them conscious.
Asia sobbed nearby, trying to crawl away. He teleported her back, flipping her skirt up, ass exposed. "Heal your friends, or I'll start on you." She whimpered, twilight glowing faintly, mending Akeno's fractures just as he broke Koneko's leg with a stomp, the nekomata's scream echoing.
He mounted Asia next, her virgin tightness yielding to his brutal entry. She screamed, body shuddering as he fucked her raw, blood and tears staining the floor. "Please... mercy..." But mercy was for the weak. He broke her fingers one by one, forcing her to heal herself mid-thrust, the cycle of agony fueling his arousal.
Koneko was last, small body trembling. He lifted her like a ragdoll, impaling her on his cock while snapping her collarbone. She bit back cries, but he forced her mouth open, fangs grazing her tongue. "Tight little pussy," he growled, bouncing her up and down, her broken bones grinding with each motion. Heal, break, fuck—over and over, their bodies slick with sweat, cum, and blood.
Rias watched, chained now by his will, as he rotated through them. He came inside Akeno first, flooding her womb while twisting her ankle. Then Asia, pulling out to paint her face, snapping her ribs. Koneko took his load in her ass, a fresh fracture in her spine healing just enough to let her feel every inch.
Exhausted but unbroken, they lay in a heap, bodies marked with bruises that faded and reformed. He despised their whimpers, their humanity. Time to escalate. Great Sage: [Ultimate spatial prison. Generating...] A pocket dimension unfolded in his mind—inescapable void, eternal torment.
But first, Grayfia. The silver-haired maid, Sirzechs' wife, Rias's sister-in-law. She'd come sniffing soon. He smirked, gathering the broken women. With a snap, he teleported—straight to the Gremory estate, into Grayfia's private quarters.
She stood there, elegant in her maid uniform, eyes widening at the intrusion. "Gasper Vladi? What is the meaning—"
He dumped the peerage at her feet—Rias, Akeno, Asia, Koneko—naked, cum leaking from abused holes, bones already cracking anew under his casual touch. Grayfia gasped, holy aura flaring, but he froze her in place with Balor View.
"Watch, bitch," he said, voice dripping malice. He started with Rias again, bending her over in front of Grayfia, cock sliding into her ass this time. Rias sobbed, "Grayfia... help..." but the maid could only stare, horrified, as he rutted like an animal, breaking Rias's wrist mid-thrust.
Akeno next, forced to ride him reverse, facing Grayfia, her breasts bouncing as he snapped her knee. Asia on her back, legs spread wide for the audience, fingers delving into her pussy before his cock followed, ribs cracking under his weight. Koneko straddled his face, pussy grinding unwillingly as he bit her thigh, femur fracturing.
Grayfia's face twisted in rage and despair, but he laughed, forcing her to witness every violation. Cum dripped from their bodies, pooling on the pristine floor. He healed them sporadically, drawing out the torment, their screams a symphony.
Finally, sated for now, he stood, peerage curling at his feet. "This is just the start." Great Sage wove the prison—a self-contained hell, chains of shadow binding souls. He shoved them in one by one, their forms vanishing into the void he'd created. Eternal, unless he willed otherwise.
Grayfia lunged as the stasis broke, but he teleported away, back to the academy. The Occult Research Club waited—empty now, but Rias would come. Let her. He'd fuck her silly, break her world.
Despise burned bright. This body, this power—his new life began in blood and ecstasy.