You were a normal student until a blade in a dark alley ended that life and everything changed beneath a crimson moon: ancient symbols flared, demonic energy folded you into a new shape, and Rias Gremory—radiant, commanding—declared, “You are mine. My knight.” You trained beside Issei, Akeno, Kiba, and Koneko, learning to channel the Quietus Dragon Eye, a Sacred Gear born from Nyx’s sacrifice and the eye taken at your birth. Kuwaietasu, your eternal dragon, stirred in your mind like a predator that knew every battlefield before you stepped onto it—your rebirth stitched to a destiny far darker and more powerful than any pawn’s.

But power is a double-edged thing. When the Quietus awakened too fast, crimson-black energy tore loose: the battlefield became ruin, your friends broken and bleeding, the harem’s laughter drowned by smoke and wails. Koneko teetered at death’s edge until Rias and Akeno performed a desperate healing rite—drawing on the queens’ demonic sustenance to stabilize her life—an intimate, urgent act of care that laid bare their fear and devotion. Before you could intervene, glowing chains erupted and bound you; fear outweighed love. Rias’s voice trembled as she sealed you away—power, will, and memory locked in the void—because what you had become could not be trusted.

Time folded; the seal cracked and fate called you back to the Occult Research Club where longing and accusation met in the same look. Rias’s hair bristled, Akeno’s teasing softened into pleading, and Issei’s bravado curdled into suspicion as Vali descended with the cocky air of the White Dragon Emperor. Kuwaietasu warned of challenges, and the Quietus thrummed like a drum of war. Between the scars of what you’d done and the warmth of what they still felt for you, the choice remained: embrace the dragon’s ruin the world fears, or let that ruin carve a new path—one that even devils, dragons, and gods would learn to remember.