Dxd: A demon Among Devils

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She stared at him as though he had gone mad.

"She had a Sacred Gear I wanted. I killed her to get it."

He did not miss how her tone wavered at the end.

"But why didn't you do so in the very beginning? When she first came to you for aid. It would have been a simple affair to lure her in and remove the Sacred Gear then. Yet you didn't. Did you sympathize with her? Was that what led you to stay your hand?"

She looked down at the table and remained silent.

"Or was it because there was something about her that reminded you of yourself?"

"Shut up," she muttered.

He shrugged. It was not his job to pry. He merely accepted things for what they were.

He turned and lifted the knapsack from the ground. He reached within it and pulled its contents out, feeling the hardened edges and soft leather that covered its surface. A case, thick and rectangular, with golden embellishments flowing down its side. He let it drop from his hands, and it made a thudding noise as it impacted against the table.

It was enough to make her start from her reverie.

"What… is that?" the Fallen Angel asked.

His fingers were already working on the latch by then, and when the muted click of unlocking clasps was heard, he flipped the case open, revealing what was inside.

Sixteen pieces lay in sheathes of red velvet, eight to a side, their elaborate forms cushioned by soft cloth. Each was immaculately detailed, finely carved, a flawless example of skilled craftsmanship. They were inert for now, lifeless and without power, but should he choose another demon for his Persona, they would begin reacting. That, at least, was what Sirzechs had told him.

He shook his head at her stunned stare.

"In truth, I do not now know what to do with these."

"Those are…" she sputtered, at a loss for words, "The devils use them for… And you don't know what to do with them…"

"Yes," he said patiently, "and I cannot use them because I am human."

She seemed to recover her wits when he mentioned that.

"And they gave these to you despite knowing you are human?"

He nodded.

"They must have been either really impressed by you," Raynare swallowed, "or really frightened by you."

He smiled.

It was a little bit of both.

When Belial, Lord of Shadow and Flame, stepped fully into existence, the first thing it did was turn everything in front of it into a sea of fire.

The gathered Maragidyne, a throbbing, volatile sphere of rippling heat, was finally unleashed, blasting from its cave-like mouth in a continuous stream, like a dragon breathing fire.

It covered anything and everything, lapped over the ground like flowing water, carpeting the earth with churning, wrathful flames. Grass was incinerated in a bare instant, the dirt beneath scorched into blackened sand. Pavement lasted a fraction of a second longer, and then gave in to the heat as well and became puddles of bubbling asphalt. Trees were stripped bare, their branches torn off by the whipping wind, their waifish trunks bending and snapping before turning into blazing, fiery torches as the flames finally found them. Those buildings that had been spared the worst of the battle did not escape this time, their innards blown inside out by immense, suffocating force and their shattered, eviscerated frames lit ablaze in an almost contemptuous afterthought.

One breath. One breath and it had managed to turn the entire battlefield into an ocean of hissing, spitting fire.

Such was the nature of a demon if allowed to take form. Such was the power of a Persona if allowed to manifest. Such was the danger of an entity if allowed to let loose.

Belial's beast-like head craned up to stare at the three figures that hovered above them, only spared from eradication by the wings that held them afloat from the ground. The cracks that surrounded its bulging neck lit up with orange flames like a mane.

YOU ARE, ALL OF YOU, VERMIN.

The voice was deep and guttural, heavy and resonant, sounding of earth and stone, and lapped with the crash of lava on rock. The intonation made the muscles in his body spasm involuntarily with each uttered word.

COWERING IN THE DARK. SCAMPERING ABOUT LIKE RATS.

He could see Riser's face going through a myriad of different emotions. Could see his Queen watching the archaic monstrosity with wide, frightened eyes. Could see how his last remaining Bishop held her hands over her ears to try and drown out the damning voice to no avail.

MEWLING PITEOUSLY AS YOUR SUPERIORS, YOUR BETTERS TRAMPLED YOUR MISBEGOTTEN RACE INTO THE GROUND.

It burst amongst them with tremendous speed, lifting from the floor on shadowy wings and with a swiftness that belied its immense bulk. The clawed hand swept down before they could react and batted Riser's Queen aside as though she were a mere fly.

She fell like a comet. Streaking down from the sky. The charred skeleton of a building stood in her path. She ploughed through it, crashing into the ramshackle frame, obliterating its already weakened supports with her impact, and sending the whole thing cascading down on top of her in a heap of broken timber and flaming debris.

She did not get up again.

A hideous grin spread over the Belial's monstrous face as it stared down at ruin it had just wrought.

I FORGET HOW FRAGILE YOUR KIND CAN BE.

They scattered. Riser and his last piece, fleeing from the great slab of fire and menace that had suddenly appeared in their midst.

BUT THAT HAD ALWAYS BEEN YOUR FATE AMONGST US. YOU DEVILS WHO GROVELLED AND BEGGED FOR OUR FAVOR.

Its descent was far from graceful. The massive body crashed back down to earth, cratering the ground beneath its taloned feet. The resulting storm of dust and debris temporarily obscured everything from view, and for a moment there was nothing but biting sand and the howling shriek of wind whipping past him. But even that could not quite drown out the Archdemon's mocking voice.

WHAT WERE YOU TO US BUT MERE FODDER? WHAT COULD YOU OFFER US BUT YOUR FRAIL BODIES FOR OUR PROTECTION?

The storm finally passed, and when it did, he saw Belial chasing them on foot, stalking forward on its backwards-jointed legs, leaving a path of molten fire behind it.

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