DxD: The Runaway Gremory

"Heh, that's the fiftieth between us. " He said.

"Twenty-five for me, five for Valian, one for Zest, fourteen for Erza, and five for Seras. " Kenji was impressed, as the fifty Stray Devils that he and his peerage had killed had only happened in a couple of short months.

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He was especially impressed at the fact that Erza of all people had gotten the second-most Stray Devil kills.

Granted, the magic she used may have had a factor in it.

Azazel had coined the term of Erza's magic as 'Re-Equip' magic, as the magic gave her the ability to store any weapon she came across in a pocket dimension, and 're-equip' it into her hands for use any time she pleased.

Kenji had to admit, the magic had a fuckton of potential. She could be fighting an opponent with a dagger one second, then switch to an axe and cut their fucking head off, right the hell out of nowhere.

But it didn't stop at weapons, oh no it didn't. Azazel, just for shits and giggles, had decided to create a suit of armour for Erza, and tried to have her store it in that pocket dimension of hers.

And, much to Kenji's surprise, unlike every single other of Azazel's hair-brained experiments, this one had worked.

Almost every part of the armour Azazel had made was seemingly made of silver metal. The upper part of the armour only consisted of a small breastplate that was composed of feather-shaped plates pointing upwards, with a large metal flower on the front which extended along her hips.

Erza's biceps (when she was wearing the armour) were covered by metal straps and her very large plated gauntlets sported feather-shaped plates at the edges.

Her waist was circled by large, decorated plates, reminiscent of feathers, that lay on a long skirt. The armour also had a pair of plated boots which, when worn, were partially hidden under her skirt, each sporting metal ornaments shaped like wings.

It also had a neck guard made of feather-like plates, and a tiara with prominent metal wings. The armour also sports two pairs of large metal wings which adorned Erza's back, composed of metal feathers which get longer and larger at the edges.

Though Azazel made the wings in such a way so they could be thrown back to the pocket dimension without the rest of the armour going with it, and the metal wings being replaced with the eight wings Erza had gotten from her Mutation Pawn piece.

To be perfectly blunt, Erza looked fucking badass when wielding that armour. And when she wore it, along with promoting herself (a feature of her Pawn piece) to Queen, she actually gave Valian a run for her money in terms of one-on-one fighting, though 99 times out of every 100 they sparred, Kenji's Queen was the one to claim victory.

But anyway…

Kenji floated down to the ground, leaving the Nahual's body, still in snake form, up on the roof to rot, and landed on the ground of the city he was in.

From what he could gather, the city was known as Roanapur, and it was a total fucking shithole, from what Kenji had seen. Litter, crime, prostitutes everywhere, and don't get Kenji started on the smell of the place!

But anyway, Kenji had time for a drink before he headed back to the Grigori, and besides, he had a bit of cash to spare.

Walking through the streets, Kenji came to a place called the 'Yellowflag Bar'. Quietly walking inside, he made his way to a stool in the corner, and sat his ass down.

Ordering a beer, he drank.

'Heh. ' The Ultimate-Class Devil-Vampiric Dragon (he'd been turned into a vampire by Seras on accident, during one of their sexual romps.

She'd said his blood was the best thing she'd ever tasted). 'For a bar placed in a total shithole city like this, this stuff isn't too bad.

'.

Kenji's eyes wavered around the bar, before they rested on a woman wearing a maid outfit, with dark blue hair and glasses. Kenji shrugged, as Zest almost always wore her maid outfit when in Kenji's house, and Kenji didn't really give a shit.

What caught Kenji's attention about this lady was that while she had ordered a beer, she hadn't taken a sip.

Another thing was that she didn't seem to be moving in any way, shape or form.

She didn't even look like she was breathing!

But anyway, they were there, Kenji drinking slowly, and observing everyone else. The door to the bar opened, and eight men walked into the bar.

Right at that moment, the glass of beer that the woman had been looking at suddenly smashed in her hands, and the loud smashing noise caught Kenji off guard.

As the eight men walked towards the woman, everyone in the bar got up and left, though Kenji didn't. He cast a subtle invisibility spell over himself, downed the rest of his drink, and slunk into the shadows.

"Woman. " The leader of the group said, in a very thick accent.

"I've got business with you. I hear some crazy bitch dressed up like a maid is asking all over town where she can find the Columbian Mafia.

Wearing this crazy outfit you'd only see in a movie. "

'Or an anime. ' Kenji added, in his head.

'Or some fucked-up fanfiction. '

"Any pendejo would remember someone in an outfit like that. " He raised his voice.

"So now that you've called us here, what the fuck do you want?! Who the hell are you?!" the woman picked up a suitcase and an umbrella, and stood up.

"I'm glad that you came here, as it was my intention that you find me. " She said.

Her voice was like a robot's voice. "You are from the Manisalera Cartel, is that not correct? I am a servant of the Lovelace family, and I have come a long way to be here.

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