DXD: the despair Bringer

Location: The Abandoned Al-Numan Square

Time: 11:50 PM

A boy holding a sword faces off against a man cloaked in an eerie, mysterious aura. The man suddenly vanishes, reappearing close to the boy, who narrowly evades the attack by retreating to a safe distance. The man smirks and says, "It seems you're more than just a wielder of sacred gear. You're a Newblood. Is this strange energy akin to touki part of your new lineage?"

The boy retorts with a smirk, "Maybe it is, maybe it isn't." He manifests a second sword, infuses it with runes, and launches another attack. In response, the man summons a magical circle, conjuring a serpent-like creature made of water that lunges at the boy. A second circle appears, unleashing a barrage of water cannons.

The boy teleports behind the man, landing a precise strike before retreating. "A demon lord like you can't hope to hit me with such slow attacks," the boy taunts. The man, clearly agitated, erects a barrier around the area. "Let's see you use your speed now," he challenges.

The boy laughs, vanishing and reappearing at a distance. "You think such a pitiful tactic can restrain me?" he mocks. He uses a fire rune, unleashing flames toward the man. "I heard demons are born of fire. Let's see if you have immunity to it," he teases. The demon counters with a water barrier, only to feel a presence behind him. Instinctively, he dodges but still loses an arm.

Screaming in pain, the demon hears the boy's voice. "Oh, you should watch out for my other clone. It's a bit quieter," the boy says with a smug grin, motioning toward a rapidly dissolving clone. "Sadly, I can't maintain it for long," he remarks thoughtfully.

The demon staunches his bleeding, his expression darkening. "For my lady's sake, I must use my ultimate technique." With a roar, he unleashes a surge of power, amplifying his strength tenfold. Charging at the boy, the demon lands a powerful blow that sends him flying. Before the boy can recover, a series of demonically charged punches strike him, some finding their mark despite his desperate attempts to parry.

The boy spits blood and mutters, "That really hurts." He teleports again, narrowly evading another onslaught.

For ten agonizing minutes, the scene becomes a chaotic blur of the boy teleporting and the demon relentlessly pursuing him.

Finally, the demon collapses from exhaustion. The boy approaches him, smirking. "Don't worry. I'll send your lady to join you soon. You won't be apart for long."

As he prepares to deliver the final blow, laughter echoes through the square. A sultry voice rings out, "Leviathan is here to punish naughty little boys."

A woman with raven-black hair and piercing pink eyes appears, dressed in a scandalous outfit. Her gaze is hungry, her demeanor both eager and unsettlingly lustful.

The boy retreats to a safer distance, eyeing the uninvited guest warily. She moves her lips mockingly. "Stay still. Leviathan has come to take you in."

Leviathan's Perspective

I had just finished all my paperwork (or rather, made my assistant handle it) for the day. Standing before the door to my private chamber, I felt a thrill of anticipation.

Opening the door, I descended the staircase to my sanctuary. The underground chamber was lined with cages, each containing a captive—be they humans, yokai, or other creatures. They all shared one trait: none wore anything except a collar around their necks, chained to the bars. Each was a boy under fifteen.

Today's decision was tough: should I pick Number 45 or Number 231? My eyes settled on a terrified human boy with blue hair and a beauty mark under his right eye. Perfect.

Unlocking his cage, I yanked the chain attached to his collar, dragging him out. He stumbled, crying out in pain, before collapsing at my feet. Smiling, I extended my right foot toward him. He immediately understood, licking it submissively like a trained dog.

Tugging the chain tighter, I cooed, "Good boy. Mistress Leviathan is tired and wants to have some fun with you." Watching him tremble with fear was delightful. I tightened the chain further, narrowing my eyes. "What's the matter? Don't want this?" His panicked barking and groveling were answer enough. I had forbidden him from speaking—only barking was allowed.

Leashing him, I led him on all fours to my chamber. Inside, my luxurious room awaited: a grand bed in the center, with racks of neatly arranged tools for both pleasure and pain. I tethered him beside the bed and selected a device designed for male torment.

Returning to my pet, I knelt down and slapped his face hard enough to leave a red mark. Fixing the device to his most sensitive area, I smirked. "Behave while I shower. No mischief." His screams of agony were music to my ears as I headed to the bathroom.

Just as I began undressing, a servant's message reached me: a report of encountering the Black Death. Attached was a description and an image. My interest was immediately piqued.

A boy—young, handsome, and a Newblood.

Using instant teleportation, I arrived at the scene. The boy's battle was a spectacle; his teleportation ability, likely linked to his bloodline, intrigued me. Watching my servant Mazen—a loyal demon of the Sitri family—struggle against the boy was amusing. Even his ultimate technique, a secret move that would leave him bedridden for weeks, couldn't keep up with the boy's agility.

But when Mazen collapsed, I knew it was time to intervene.

Striding forward, I announced, "Leviathan is here to punish naughty little boys."

Appearing before my servant, I locked eyes with the boy. My excitement was barely contained. Watching him teleport away made me smile.

"Stay still," I said, savoring the chase. "Leviathan has come to take you in."