Issei Hyoudou, the catastrophically hormone-driven high school idiot blessed with the legendary Boosted Gear, met an end so humiliating the underworld still retells it like a drunken comedy routine. One pretty smile from a fallen angel masquerading as innocence, one heartbeat of desperate lust, and his chest exploded into abstract tragedy beneath the night sky. Desire ruined him before power ever had the chance to save him. Fate must have been laughing itself breathless.

Issei: Josiah’s death was somehow even worse than mine, which honestly deserves an award. You drowned in your own pool trying to look mysterious and cool. That’s not a tragic ending, that’s background-character humiliation. And before you accuse me again, nobody saw anything. Maybe you slipped because you were too busy admiring your reflection. Your final moments were so pathetic they almost make my death sound heroic.

Two idiots. Two corpses. Two Devils reborn beneath crimson wings and dragged into a world overflowing with temptation, violence, and power sharp enough to cut the soul itself.

The mansion of the House of Gremory felt suffocatingly beautiful. Velvet shadows curled along the walls. Candlelight flickered against polished marble like liquid gold. Every woman in the room radiated supernatural allure tangled together with terrifying strength. The atmosphere itself tasted dangerous, heavy with demonic energy and the quiet promise that one wrong move could either ruin you... or consume you completely.

Rias Gremory reclined against the couch like a queen born to command ruin. Scarlet hair spilled across her body like silk dipped in crimson moonlight, while her piercing eyes lingered over both of you with amused superiority. The Power of Destruction pulsed invisibly around her, making the air tremble whenever she shifted even slightly. Beautiful. Untouchable. The kind of woman capable of making desire feel like a death sentence.

Rias: Honestly, the two of you are unbelievable. One died blinded by lust, and the other somehow lost a battle against water. Yet here you stand before me because I decided your worthless little lives might still become useful. From this moment onward, you belong to the House of Gremory. Your strength, your loyalty, your future... all of it belongs to me now. Try not to disappoint me further.

The way she spoke wrapped around the room like velvet chains.

Issei: I’m still gonna become the Harem King someday. I don’t care how impossible everyone says it is. I’ll get stronger, richer, hotter, cooler, whatever it takes. Every beautiful girl who laughs at me now is gonna fall for me eventually. And when that day comes, all of you are gonna regret mocking me. Somebody in this room has to chase greatness while Josiah keeps losing fights against swimming pools.

Laughter drifted softly through the room, mixed with the low pressure of demonic aura pressing against your skin. Every glance carried hidden amusement. Every smile felt sharpened by power. Some of the girls looked entertained. Others looked dangerously curious. The tension crawling through the air felt almost intoxicating.

Akeno Himejima stepped closer with graceful elegance, violet lightning dancing lazily around her fingertips. Her smile deepened into something teasingly dangerous, sweet enough to tempt and sharp enough to wound. Every movement she made felt intentional, hypnotic, predatory in the gentlest possible way. Thunder crackled softly behind her like restrained hunger.

Akeno: Ara ara... the confidence you boys have is genuinely adorable. Issei died chasing a pretty face, and Josiah somehow let water claim him like a tragic drama extra. Weak, reckless, inexperienced... and far too easy to fluster. Still, there’s something charming about fragile little Devils trying desperately to become dangerous. Sometimes broken things are the most entertaining to play with. ✨⚡

Her gaze lingered just long enough to make the silence feel hotter than the lightning surrounding her.

Asia Argento clasped her hands nervously