Dxd: The Primordial Judge

Compared to the Mortal Realm, the Underworld held it's own special uniqueness. Being roughly the same size of the Human world, but it held a much larger landmass, as there was no oceans, just lakes.

It was night-time currently, and the twilight coloring of the artificial moon illuminated the realm that was otherwise covered in darkness, combined with the stars that twinkled in the sky.

In the heart of the Satan Territory stood the city of Lilith, the Devil Capital, now thriving under the rule of Ajuka Beelzebub. Protected by towering black walls that encircled the city, and armed by watchtowers, it was practically impossible for a normal person to sneak in.

Inside the city, one could find anything, Devils roamed all around, many filtering in to enjoy the night-life of clubs and brothels. 

It was within this luxurious city that the Erebus Coliseum stood, a testament to the Devil's love for spectacle. It was forged from black obsidian & crimson quartz, outer walls adorned with carvings depicting great battles from the past wars.

This stadium was an iconic landmark of Lilith City, a place which houses many of the legendary Rating Games of the past, and it would hold another Rating Game today.

The entrance to the stadium was a grand archway flanked by statues of the most celebrated Devils in history, and above the archway, a massive banner hung, proudly displaying the sigils of the two houses who competed in the Rating Game, House Vapula & House Dantalion.

Inside the stadium, the atmosphere was already electric. Thousands of Devils were already seated and cheering, waiting for the Rating Game to begin. The rows of seats rose in a perfect gradient to offer an unobstructed view of the arena.

For this particular Rating Game, the arena was transformed into a battlefield of jagged rocks and molten pools, which excited the masses.

Time ticked by and thousands more Devils filtered in, vendors moving through the isles with trays of exotic drinks and food. In the lower levels, common Devils and lesser nobles jostled for the best seats.

While the upper floors were reserved for the most influential and powerful Devils. These sections were a stark contrast to the chaotic energy below, their occupants seated in plush chairs, their every need attended to by impeccably dressed servants.

At the very top, in a private box adorned with banners bearing the sigil of Lucifer, sat Sirzechs Lucifer himself. His crimson hair and sharp features made him an imposing figure, his presence commanding attention even among the most powerful Devils.

Beside him sat another one of the current Four Great Satans, Serafall Leviathan, wearing her classic Magical Girl outfit as she stared at the crowds to spot when her sister entered.

To her right was seated Ajuka Beelzebub, who was currently coordinating with the event organizers to make sure everything was going according to plan.

Finally, to Sirzechs left sat Falbium Asmodeus, who was lazily slouched on his chair, sleeping away peacefully as he waited this event to end so he could go back to his home.

Suddenly, Serafall Leviathan bounced up from her seat with a burst of animated enthusiasm, her magical girl outfit shimmered in the soft glow of the artificial moonlight as she clutched the edge of the railing, her voice carrying over the excitement of the arena.

"Son-tan! I see you! Over here!" she called out, waving vigorously with both hands, her high-pitched voice cutting through the chaos of the crowd.

Ajuka Beelzebub let out a barely audible sigh, glancing up from the tablet he was using to coordinate the logistics of the event.

Sirzechs Lucifer chuckled softly, his crimson eyes briefly following Serafall's gaze, while Falbium Asmodeus, unfazed, let out a quiet snore, entirely detached from the scene.

Sona was busy making her way through the grand archway of the Coliseum as her peerage followed behind her. Alongside her was her childhood friend, Rias Gremory, whose long crimson hair cascaded down her back as she casually chatted.

Behind them, their respective peerages moved, excitement bubbling up between all of them as they chatted about the upcoming Rating Game.

"This place never fails to impress," Rias said, glancing up at the towering rows of seats filled with Devils cheering and shouting.

Sona adjusted her glasses, her expression calm but her mind already analyzing the battlefield below, "This is the first time I've seen this arena setup in person. The jagged rocks and molten pools will force the competitors to strategize carefully. Terrain advantage will play a significant role."

Rias nodded thoughtfully, "House Vapula has always excelled in aggressive combat. If they can force House Dantalion into a corner early on, this might be over quickly."

Sona's lips curved into a faint smile, "True."

As the two discussed the possible outcomes of the Rating Game, they moved through the crowded hallways leading to the upper floors.

Vendors called out to them, offering refreshments and memorabilia, while lesser nobles paused to bow in respect to the two young women.

They finally reached the staircase leading to the exclusive upper levels, the noise of the crowd below fading slightly as they ascended. But just as Sona stepped onto the plush carpet of the upper section, a voice rang out like a beacon.

"Son-tan! Son-tan! Over here!"

Sona froze mid-step, her cheeks instantly turning a bright shade of red. She didn't need to look up to know who it was. Rias stifled a laugh, her crimson eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, it seems your sister has spotted you."

Sona let out a soft groan, adjusting her glasses again in a futile attempt to mask her embarrassment. "Why does she have to call me that in public?!"

From above, Serafall was still waving energetically, her voice echoing across the upper floors, "Son-tan, don't ignore your big sister! Come sit with me! I'll save you a seat!"

As they approached the private box, Sona could see her sister practically bouncing in place, her exuberance uncontainable.

"Sona, sweetie! You made it! Did you miss me?" Serafall exclaimed, pulling her younger sister into a tight hug the moment she was within reach.

"Serafall, please," Sona mumbled, squirming slightly in her sister's embrace, her embarrassment only deepening as she felt the amused stares of the other Satans and their entourages.

"Aw, you're so cute when you're embarrassed!" Serafall cooed, releasing her only to pinch her cheeks gently.

Rias, watching the scene unfold, leaned closer to Sona with a teasing smile. "I have to admit, Sona, this might be the most entertaining part of the evening."

Sona shot her a sharp look, her composure quickly returning, "Let's just find our seats and focus on the match."

As they settled into their seats, the arena's announcer's voice boomed across the Coliseum, signaling the start of the Rating Game. The crowd erupted into cheers once more, and even in the private box, the atmosphere grew tense with anticipation.

The crowd erupted into a cacophony of cheers as the announcer's voice boomed through the enchanted amplification crystals spread throughout the Erebus Coliseum.

His deep and commanding tone carried an electrifying energy, igniting the already fervent atmosphere.

"Ladies and gentlemen, devils of all standings, welcome to tonight's highly anticipated Rating Game!" The arena trembled with the roar of thousands, and even in the private boxes, the palpable excitement was infectious.

Serafall clapped her hands excitedly, bouncing slightly in her seat, "Son-tan, this is going to be so much fun! I heard House Vapula's leader is super strong. Oh! Do you think she has a chance?"

Sona adjusted her glasses, her composure returning as she ignored her sister's exuberance, "It depends. Their leader is known for her raw strength, but as always, the Rating Game isn't just about power—it's about tactics. I'm curious to see how she'll handle Dantalion's… unconventional strategies."

Rias smirked knowingly, glancing toward the arena floor as the announcer continued.

"In this corner, hailing from the proud House Vapula, known for her ferocious strength and unyielding will… the Lioness of Obsidian, Lady Kaelena Vapula!"

The gates on the far side of the arena groaned open, revealing a striking woman who exuded an aura of dominance and power.

Kaelena Vapula was tall and commanding, her toned frame adorned with black armor etched with golden runes that pulsed faintly with magic. Her short, dark hair framed sharp, angular features, and her piercing golden eyes seemed to scan the arena with predatory intent.

Behind her, her peerage followed, a mix of men and women, each clad in armor tailored for their respective combat styles. They walked in perfect formation, their discipline evident.

The male devils were strong and well-built, their movements precise, while the female devils were agile and poised, their weapons glinting ominously under the artificial moonlight.

Kaelena raised her spear high, and the crowd erupted once more, chanting her name. The entire arena seemed to resonate with the fervor of her supporters.

"She looks impressive," Rias noted, her crimson eyes narrowing as she analyzed the opposing team.

"She is," Sona agreed, her voice even. "But raw power alone won't win this match."

"And in this corner!" the announcer's voice rose again, shifting the focus of the crowd. "The cunning strategist and self-proclaimed connoisseur of beauty, representing House Dantalion… Lord Alistair Dantalion!"

From the opposite gate emerged Alistair Dantalion, an entirely different presence from Kaelena. He was tall and handsome, with platinum blonde hair slicked back in a polished style and piercing blue eyes that sparkled with mischief. His clothing, a mix of elegant robes and armor, emphasized his aristocratic demeanor.

Behind him trailed his peerage, and the crowd's reaction shifted, this time, it wasn't just cheers but a wave of whistles and hollers. Alistair's peerage was composed entirely of stunningly beautiful female devils, each one embodying elegance and allure.

The women in his peerage were all dressed in form-fitting combat attire that seemed to prioritize aesthetics as much as practicality. Their confident smiles and enchanting gazes captivated the audience, and their movements were fluid and calculated, as though they were already performing on a stage.

"Is this guy serious?" Sona muttered under her breath, adjusting her glasses again as a slight frown crossed her face.

Rias chuckled softly. "It's not uncommon for certain houses to play to their strengths, whatever those may be. From what I've heard, his peerage may look like a troupe of dancers, but they're highly skilled in charm-based magic and precise team coordination."

"Even so," Sona replied, her tone skeptical, "a peerage built entirely on appearances and charisma has glaring weaknesses. If Kaelena's team can exploit them, this match won't last long."

Serafall, still bouncing in her seat, clapped her hands together. "Alistair's peerage is so cute! Look at them, Son-tan. Don't you think they're adorable?"

Sona sighed heavily, "This is a Rating Game, Serafall. Not a beauty contest."

The announcer's voice rose above the growing tension. "Combatants, take your positions! The match will begin in thirty seconds!"

As both teams spread out across the battlefield, the arena's enchantments activated, creating shimmering barriers to protect the audience from stray attacks. The jagged rocks glowed faintly with heat, and the molten pools bubbled ominously, the terrain an additional player in the game.

"Five… four… three… two… one… BEGIN!"

The crowd roared as the Rating Game officially commenced, the combatants springing into action with precision and fury.