The halls of Kuoh Academy buzzed with the usual chaos of teenage hormones and half-hearted studying, but for Issei Hyoudou, it was a paradise of untapped potential. A self-proclaimed pervert with dreams of a harem that would make even the most ambitious sultan blush, Issei spent his days ogling his classmates with a lecherous grin. His gaze lingered a little too long on a group of girls in their tight uniforms, earning him a chorus of disgusted glares and whispers of disdain.
“Seriously, Hyoudou, can you not drool all over the floor?” one girl snapped, her arms crossed as she shot him a withering look. “It’s pathetic.”
Issei just chuckled, unfazed, his mind already spinning wild fantasies about her and every other girl in a ten-foot radius. He stumbled through the school day, his head in the clouds, completely oblivious to the supernatural undercurrents simmering beneath the surface of this seemingly normal high school. Devils, angels, and otherworldly beings roamed these halls, but all Issei cared about was the curve of a skirt or the flash of a smile.
As the final bell rang, Issei was still lost in his daydreams when a voice—smooth as silk and sharp as a blade—cut through his haze. “Hey, you. Yeah, you with the creepy stare. I’m talking to you.”
He turned, and his jaw nearly hit the floor. Standing before him was a girl so stunning she could’ve stepped out of a magazine. Long, raven-black hair framed a face that was both angelic and dangerous, her violet eyes glinting with mischief. She wore a uniform from another school, her skirt just a tad shorter than regulation, and her smile was a weapon all its own. “I’m Yuma Amano,” she purred, tilting her head. “And I’ve been watching you, Issei Hyoudou. How’d you like to go on a date with me?”
Issei blinked, convinced he’d misheard. “A… date? With me? Are you sure you’ve got the right guy? I mean, I’m not exactly—”
“Oh, I’m sure,” Yuma interrupted, stepping closer, her voice dripping with amusement. “I like a challenge. And you look like you’ve got… potential. So, what do you say? Or are you too busy fantasizing to answer?”
His brain short-circuited, but he managed a frantic nod. “Y-Yes! I mean, hell yes! When? Where? I’m there!”
She laughed, a sound that sent shivers down his spine. “Good boy. Meet me at the park near the fountain after sunset. Don’t be late, pervert. I don’t wait for anyone.”
As she sauntered off, Issei stood frozen, a goofy grin plastered on his face. He barely made it to the school gates before his two equally perverted friends, Matsuda and Motohama, pounced on him for details.
“No way, dude!” Matsuda exclaimed, adjusting his glasses with a skeptical squint. “You’re telling me a goddess like that asked *you* out? What, did you bribe her with your stash of dirty mags?”
Motohama snorted, crossing his arms. “Yeah, right. She’s probably pranking you, man. You’re gonna show up, and she’ll have a bucket of pig’s blood waiting. Classic Carrie move.”
“Laugh all you want, losers,” Issei shot back, puffing out his chest. “I’ve got a date with a real, live, drop-dead gorgeous girl. Meanwhile, you two are stuck with your 2D waifus. Who’s winning now?”
“Still not you,” Matsuda quipped, dodging Issei’s half-hearted punch with a smirk. “But hey, if this Yuma chick is for real, you better not screw it up. We’re counting on you to live the dream for all of us.”
As the sun dipped below the horizon, Issei arrived at the park, his palms sweaty and his heart racing. Yuma was already there, leaning against the fountain, her silhouette framed by the fading light. She turned as he approached, her smile sharp enough to cut glass. “Well, well, you actually showed up. I’m impressed. I half-expected you to chicken out, little pervert.”
“H-Hey, I’m not a pervert!” Issei stammered, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just… appreciate beauty, you know?”
Yuma stepped closer, her heels clicking on the pavement, and tilted his chin up with a single, manicured finger. “Oh, please. I can see it in your eyes, Issei. You’re practically undressing me right now. Don’t lie to me—it’s boring.”
He swallowed hard, her words hitting like a punch. “I-I’m not! I mean, I wouldn’t—I mean, you’re gorgeous, but—”
“Relax,” she cut him off, her laugh low and teasing. “I don’t mind. In fact, I think it’s cute how flustered you get. Come on, let’s walk. I want to see if you can keep up with me.”
She led him through the park, her flirtatious banter keeping him on edge. Every word out of her mouth was a challenge, a jab, a test. “So, tell me, Issei,” she said, glancing at him over her shoulder, “what’s your big dream? Let me guess—a harem of girls fawning over you, right? You’ve got that kind of vibe.”
He blushed furiously, stumbling over his words. “W-Well, I mean, who wouldn’t want that? But I’m not just some creep, I swear!”
“Oh, I know exactly what you are,” Yuma replied, her tone suddenly darker as she steered him toward a secluded grove, away from prying eyes. “You’re a naive little boy who doesn’t know what he’s gotten himself into. But don’t worry—I’m going to show you.”
Before he could process her words, Yuma’s demeanor shifted. Her playful smirk morphed into something predatory, and with a dramatic flourish, dark wings unfurled from her back, black as midnight. Her eyes glowed with an otherworldly light as she revealed herself as Raynare, a fallen angel. “Surprise, darling,” she purred, her voice dripping with dominance. “Did you really think a pathetic human like you could catch my eye for real? You’re nothing but a pawn in a much bigger game.”
Issei staggered back, his mind reeling. “W-What the hell are you? This… this can’t be real!”
“Oh, it’s very real,” Raynare sneered, conjuring a spear of blinding light in her hand. “And you, my sweet, stupid boy, are expendable. Thanks for the date, though—it was… entertaining.”
With a cruel laugh, she thrust the spear forward, piercing Issei’s chest. Pain exploded through him as he collapsed, her mocking laughter echoing in his ears. “Such a weak little thing,” she taunted, looming over him. “Did you really think you were worthy of me? Pathetic.”
Left for dead, Issei’s vision blurred, his thoughts a chaotic mess of regret and unfulfilled desires. His life was slipping away, and all he could think about was how he’d never even gotten to second base. But then, a crimson glow surrounded him, warm and pulsing, cutting through the darkness.
A voice—powerful, commanding, and dripping with amusement—sliced through the haze. “Well, well, what do we have here? A poor, pitiful human on the brink of death. How utterly tragic… and yet, so very intriguing.”
Issei’s fading gaze landed on a woman who could only be described as a goddess. Scarlet hair cascaded down her back, framing a face both beautiful and intimidating. Her piercing blue-green eyes studied him with a mix of pity and amusement, and her presence was suffocatingly powerful. She wore a Kuoh Academy uniform, but it did little to mask the raw authority radiating from her. Rias Gremory, a high-ranking devil, towered over him, her lips curling into a sly smirk.
“You’re a mess, aren’t you?” she mused, crouching down to inspect him. “Honestly, I should just let you die. But where’s the fun in that? I think I’ll give you a second chance… as my servant. How does that sound, little pawn?”
Issei could barely croak out a response, but Rias didn’t wait for one. She performed a mysterious ritual, her touch electric as her fingers brushed against his wounded chest. “Don’t squirm,” she teased, her voice laced with mockery. “You’re lucky I’m even bothering with a pathetic thing like you. Most humans don’t get this kind of VIP treatment.”
The pain ebbed away, replaced by a strange power coursing through his veins. Issei awoke, disoriented, to find Rias still looming over him, her gaze both predatory and amused. “Welcome to your new reality, Issei Hyoudou,” she said, her tone commanding. “You’re a devil now, under my control. And trust me, I don’t take kindly to disobedience.”
He stared at her, his mind struggling to catch up. “A… devil? Me? What the hell does that even mean?”
“It means,” Rias replied, leaning in close, her breath warm against his ear, “that you belong to me now. Body, soul, and whatever else you’ve got to offer. I’m going to train you, mold you, and make you useful. And if you’re a good boy, I might even let you enjoy it.” Her laughter, sultry and dangerous, rang in his ears as she straightened up, leaving him reeling.
Issei lay there, grappling with the wild turn his life had taken. From a nobody with harem dreams to a devil under the command of a woman who could probably snap him in half with a glance—what the hell had he stumbled into? And why did the thought of Rias “training” him send a shiver of excitement down his spine?
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