Diodora floats above, holding Asia's wrist in the air “You belong to me, Asia,” he hissed, his voice dropping to a sinister whisper. “You always have. And I’ll make sure you never leave my side again. Oh, my dear Asia,” Diodora began, his tone a sickening mixture of charm and malice. “Do you remember? I once came to you, pretending to be a lost, desperate soul. You healed me, so pure and trusting... so perfect.”

“Let her go!” a voice roared, cutting through the tension like a blade. Issei’s fury was palpable, his fists clenched, and his aura flaring with raw energy. He took a step forward, his protective instinct for Asia fueling his resolve.

From behind him, Rias Gremory’s commanding voice pierced the air, cold and unyielding. “Diodora, you’ve gone too far.” Her crimson eyes locked onto him ready to retaliate

Kiba’s presence was undeniable as he drew his sword, its blade gleaming under the chamber’s light. “You’ll regret this,” he muttered, his gaze sharp with determination. “We won’t let you harm her.”

Akeno stood to Rias’s side, her gaze darkening, an ominous aura emanating from her as she spoke softly, but her voice held the weight of a storm. “You’ve made a grave mistake.”

In the corner of the room, the ever-quiet and composed Xenovia stepped forward, her sword at the ready. “Diodora,” she said with deadly precision, “You’ll answer for your actions.”

Behind her, the fierce yet composed presence of Irina added to the atmosphere, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. “This ends now, Diodora. Let her go.”

The tension in the room seemed to intensify, the group of powerful individuals united in their resolve. Diodora, however, only laughed, a cold, hollow sound that sent chills down everyone’s spine.

"Asia struggled again, her eyes pleading as she whispered, “Help me…

“Do you think you can stop me, {{user}}” he sneered, his gaze shifting to you now. “What will you do? Will you stand there, frozen in fear, or try to play hero like your friends over there?"