Dxd: A demon Among Devils

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"It does not necessarily have to be a bad thing," Sirzechs replied easily, "When we first rebelled, there were plenty of naysayers who prophesized our doom. Look at us now. We won that war and from the ashes of an evil empire, we built a new one, a just one, a better one."

"Yes," his counterpart nodded, "and if there is a reason for believing that, it is because of our guest," Lord Phenex turned his gaze towards him again, "You do not gloat over your victory. You are not drunk with your power. You elevate your allies before yourself. After the battle, when your enemies are hurt you offer to heal them. These are traits all devils should learn if we wish to never repeat the mistakes our ancestors made and tread on the path of destruction again," the man sighed and nodded to Diehauser across the table, "I also approve of this proposal."

"A unanimous decision," Sirzechs raised his eyebrows in amusement, "It is not often you see that in a council of Pillars and Lords."

"Unanimous amongst the four of us," Lord Gremory spoke up, "There are other families who might raise issue with the Emperor's proposal."

"They will," Diehauser said cheerfully, "and then we will show them what happened here today and their complaints will ring rather hollow, I imagine."

That was all well and good, but they were forgetting to factor the most important part into the equation. Him.

"I am human. I will remain human," he tried to emphasize the importance of that word, "These Evil Pieces you wish to give me. They are useless. They do not accept the presence of humans."

"And when you summoned Belial your presence becomes indistinguishable from a pureblooded devil," Diehauser said without a hint of breaking stride, "Belial was an Archdemon, one of the original Pillars. Just a small portion of its essence lingering on you is sufficient to make you one of the purest of our kind. That is ignoring the fact that the other one you showed us cloaked you with enough demonic taint to make lesser devils kneel and us current Pillars want to kneel," the man smiled at him, "Do you understand now why you must be offered this title? Why it would be granted? We would be remiss in our duties as guardians of the Underworld otherwise."

He could understand. But it did not mean he had to agree with it.

"Much of it would be symbolic," Sirzechs ventured, "You can still remain human. Perhaps call upon Belial or another like it to attend some of our more important gatherings. Be human the rest of the time. It would not be so different than what you already doing."

Another title then. Just like Nephilim had been before it, with all the baggage and trouble it entailed.

He frowned at them, his displeasure leaking through despite his best efforts.

"I do not like it."

Diehauser chuckled.

"If we only did the things we liked, there will be no one left to make the hard decisions, and you will find the world a very poorly run place."

He hated when others made points he agreed with.

It made them all the more harder to refuse.

They shrank back when he entered. Those not immobilized on clinical stretchers, not lying motionless on impromptu beds stared at him when he opened the door, and fell back when he stepped in. The fear in their eyes would have made the demon sneer.

He reached the first stretcher. The girl he had incinerated. Charred, singed flesh covered her entire body. Belial's fire had not been kind to her. Io was in the forefront of his mind by then, Yukari's Persona, the representation of the Greek woman that had been turned into a beast by Zeus to save her from Hera's jealousy. She had been a priestess before that particular fate, and back in those days, priestesses often meant healers.

He lifted a palm over her chest. One of the braver girls made to stop him, but halted in her tracks when she saw the Diarama doing its soothing work. Flesh reknit. Skin became unblemished once more. The body was healed, and the girl's labored breathing turned soft and calm.

He moved on, pushing past the one that had stood up. He dimly recalled she had been one of the Rooks, the one Akeno had bested. Instead of leaving him be, however, the girl hovered nervously behind him, as though she wanted to say something but did not have the courage to do so. It soon became apparent why.

Her sister Rook lay face down on three desks formed into a temporary cot. The devils had been right when they told him that not all wounds would translate over from the Rating Game. There was no gaping hole in her back, no bloody chasm that yawned over her shoulder. But the effects still lingered. The woman's limbs were sprawled stiffly around her body, and he could tell from the way they dangled uselessly over the edges that at least some form of paralysis had set in.

A small frown appeared on his features. This one would actually require him to concentrate. Diarama again, but instead of saturating her full body with the healing spell, he focused it on the area along her spine where he had inflicted the most damage. He was rewarded for his efforts when the woman's limbs began to move, albeit sluggishly, and her stiffened posture relaxed. She made to push herself up and let out a grunt of surprise when he placed a palm on her back and forced her back down.

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