GHK DXD Chapter 5 New Summon

Read it fast before they hide this from you again. All characters are 18 years old or older.

The door clicked shut behind them. The group could be seen inside Issei’s room and at the center of it all lay Raynare, the once-proud Fallen Angel, now lay tied up, bound by shimmering black rope etched with glowing runes.

Her limbs were tightly secured, ankles crossed, arms behind her back, her dark wings pinned beneath her body and a thick cloth gag was tied across her mouth to keep her from shouting. Her dark hair splayed across the floor, and her expression screamed furious indignation as she wriggled and glared at everything in sight.

She squirmed violently, wings twitching. “MMMMPH!”

“Calm down,” Nyaruko muttered, tapping the end of her crowbar against her shoulder like a club. “You're lucky we didn’t just kill you.”

Issei stood by the wall, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“This is... not how I imagined our date to end.” He muttered. “I thought the weirdest thing today was Kaguya eating cake like a hungry raccoon, not interrogating a tied-up dominatrix fallen angel in my room.”

“I HEARD THAT,” Kaguya snapped from beside the bed. “And for the record, I was gracefully enjoying a moment of culinary culture, thank you.”

“So... what now?” Issei looked at the three girls, his summoned harem, all of whom had turned their eyes to one figure in particular.

Evangeline. The vampire witch sat cross-legged atop Issei’s desk. Her eyes were half-lidded, and her voice was as dry as the Sahara.

“…Why are you all staring at me?”

Issei raised a hand weakly. “Uh… well… we kinda have no idea what to do with her? So… advice?”

Nyaruko nodded solemnly. “If it were me, I’d just splatter her across the wall and be done with it.”

Issei waved his hands. “Hey, hey! Let’s not jump straight to murder, okay?!”

Kaguya scoffed. “Did you forget she tried to kill you not once, but twice?”

Nyaruko added, “She interrupted our date, darling! There’s no greater crime!”

Issei sighed, looked at Eva again and pointed to Raynare. “That’s why we’re asking you. You’re the ancient vampire with centuries of magical knowledge. I mean, she tried to kill me, sure… but she also mentioned something about a Sacred Gear. I think she was talking about this glove thing and I still have no idea what that even is. She might have information.”

“She definitely does,” Evangeline said simply, setting down her cup.

Raynare let out another muffled grunt, kicking slightly against her restraints.

Kaguya rolled her eyes. “Someone, gag her more.”

Evangeline waved a finger, and the ropes around Raynare tightened slightly, pinning her wings down completely.

Then Eva sighed, her expression unreadable.

““Fine. You want answers? There’s one obvious solution,” She said.

Issei blinked. “There is?”

Evangeline raised her hand and a glowing black magic circle began to spin beneath Raynare. Dark tendrils of shadow rose up slowly, flickering with tiny arcane symbols that pulsed with cursed energy.

“This is a binding array. If completed, it will forcibly link this Fallen Angel’s life force to Issei’s. She’ll become a thrall. This way she won’t be able to hurt, lie or betray us.” Evangeline said plainly. 

Issei blinked. “Come again?”

“I’m suggesting a Binding Contract of Subjugation,” Eva replied, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. “We turn her into a slave.”

“Excuse me. WHAT? That sounds kinda extreme!”

Nyaruko’s eyes sparkled. “Ooooh~ I like where this is going.”

Even Kaguya gave an approving nod. “A good punishment. Attempted regicide must be met with consequences. I could use another attendant. A house isn’t truly complete without them. She can fold my laundry.”

Issei looked around in disbelief. “Girls, she tried to murder me, yeah, but isn’t turning her into a slave a little… I dunno… much?”

All three girls turned to glare at him in unison.

“Issei,” Kaguya said coldly, “she tried to kill you. Twice.”

“She threw light spears at you during our date,” Nyaruko added, pouting.

Evangeline’s voice was flat. “If she’d succeeded, we’d all be dead. Do you think we’re doing this for fun?”

Raynare made a muffled groan beneath the cloth, as if insulted.

“We’re doing this,” Kaguya added, folding her arms, “Because we’re too soft, it will get us all killed.”

“Exactly,” Evangeline said. “If we want to keep existing, we’ll need to make hard choices.”

Issei looked at the glowing circle around Raynare. The dark hands had begun wrapping around her legs, gripping tightly. She thrashed harder, panic rising in her muffled gasps.

“…Fine,” Issei muttered. “But I’m not gonna watch this. Do what you have to do. I just…”

He then remembered the announcement he received when he defeated Raynare.

Issei then looked at the three girls. “I didn’t tell you what happened after I knocked her out. The Gacha system told me I can do another roll and summon another girl.

The three girls each had different reactions to the news.

Nyaruko’s face darkened immediately. ‘Oh no. More competition?’

Kaguya frowned in displeasure. ‘More peasants cluttering the house?’

Evangeline… just smirked. “I’m curious to see who else was dumb enough to agree to this system.”

Meanwhile Evangeline showed interest on who would be summoned next. ‘I wonder if another powerful character will be summoned.’ 

I’m gonna go to the guest room to summon her.”

Evangeline gave a small nod. “Good. Summon your next girl while we… handle things.”

Issei made his way to the door, sparing one last glance at the struggling Fallen Angel. ‘This is wrong. This feels wrong. But it’s better than killing her, right?’

He shut the door behind him just as the magic intensified and Raynare began thrashing violently.

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The guest room was quiet. Issei stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

He leaned against it and sighed. “…What the hell is my life even anymore?”

He crossed the room and sat on the futon, his legs feeling like they carried the weight of a hundred questions. Raynare. Sacred Gears. The System. The girls.

It was only a few days ago that his biggest concern was peeking into the girls' kendo changing room without getting caught.

He now had three incredibly dangerous and attractive women living in his house, one of whom was an actual space entity who wielded a crowbar with the force of an anti-tank missile.

He scratched his cheek. ‘Please. Just let the next girl be normal. Or at least… not a chibi.’

“…Okay,” He murmured. “Let’s see if this works.”

As if reacting to his voice, a faint ping echoed in the air—and a black and pink holographic screen blinked into existence in front of him.

[Gacha Harem System Interface Loaded]

A sleek, almost sci-fi interface unfolded before his eyes, its style similar to an RPG menu.

Three icons hovered at the center.

• Status

• Summoning (1 Pull Available)

• Items

Issei’s eyes widened. “…Okay. This is new.” He tilted his head, staring at the pulsing menu. “Did it get an upgrade..”

With a million questions he tapped the [Status] option with his finger.

The screen shimmered—then transitioned.

[Current Summons: 3]

Nyaruko

• Species: Nyarlathotep

• Age: Unknown 

• Height: 155cm

• Chest: 88cm

• Personality: Over-affectionate, Chaotic, Protective, Unstable

• History: Cosmic horror from space. Has worked in the service of the Space Defense Agency to protect the galaxy from outside threats.

• Strengths: CQC Mastery, Spatial Manipulation, Hammerspace Arsenal, Unpredictability

• Weaknesses: Easily Distracted, Jealous, Poor Planning Skills

• Favorability: 105% — “My Darling~!”

Issei blinked. “She’s at 105%?!” Then he shook his head. “...Actually, yeah. That makes sense.”

Kaguya Houraisan

• Species: Lunarian 

• Age: 1300+

• Height: 140cm

• Chest: 78cm

• Personality: Proud, Arrogant, Intelligent, Easily Flustered

• History: Exiled for drinking the Elixir of Immortality. Stuck in a childish form. Seeks entertainment and status.

• Strengths: Time Manipulation, Immortality, Barrier Magic

• Weaknesses: Stubborn, Refuses Commoner Life, Fragile Ego

• Favorability: 62% — “You are barely tolerable as a husband.”

Issei snorted and had a small smile. “At least her impression on me is better than before.”

Evangeline A.K. McDowell

• Species: True Vampire

• Age: 600+

• Height: 130cm

• Chest: 79cm

• Personality: Sarcastic, Cold, Calculating, Proud

• History: Formerly human turned vampire. Repeatedly betrayed and cursed. Master of elemental and dark magic.

• Strengths: Ice/Shadow/Blood Magic, Combat Genius, Soul Binding

• Weaknesses: Low Patience, Hates Authority, Constantly Bored

• Favorability: 28% — “Tolerates you, slightly.”

Issei winced. “Ouch.” Then he got out of [Status] and entered the [Summoning] option and saw the screen flash in bright pink.

[1x Gacha Summon Available – Would You Like to Pull Now?]

“Please be a Busty Onee-chan”

His finger hovered over the two options and tapped [YES].

The screen transformed instantly into a massive roulette wheel. Various names blinked rapidly—some familiar, some completely alien. Symbols in languages he couldn’t read scrolled across the borders. Then the wheel began to spin.

Faster. Blurring.

Until finally…

DING!

[Roll 4: Priscilla has been summoned.]

Issei stood, eyes wide. ‘Oh boy… here we go again.’

From within that swirling light, a figure began to emerge.

First came long, flowing strands of snow-white hair that shimmered with faint iridescence.

Lying on her side, curled in a graceful pose, was a massive woman, her form ethereal, regal, and distinctly inhuman. She was easily five meters tall, her limbs long with smooth, pale skin.

Framing her forehead was a tuft of fur resembling a widow’s peak, nestled just beneath a line of small white spikes that arched above her brows.

Her face was stunning. High cheekbones, long lashes, and yellowish-green eyes that blinked open slowly, like she was waking from a long sleep.

But what truly caught Issei’s breath was the enormous, fluffy white tail curling behind her. It trailed between the two layers of her elaborate gown, which shimmered with the same silky texture. The contrast of beast and beauty made something stir deep in his chest.

And his pants. ‘Oh no. Not again.  Okay, don’t stare—don’t stare—DON’T STARE—’

His eyes betrayed him.

Though she lay reclined and her dress hid much, the curves of her chest were massive, and impossible not to notice. They rose and fell with each breath, perfectly proportioned despite her enormous size.

‘Those… might be the biggest ones yet.’

But then the woman blinked. Her gaze shifted and found Issei.

Time stopped.

For a moment, neither moved. Then, slowly, she stirred.

She moved to stand up… and promptly slammed her head into the ceiling with a dull thunk.

“Ah—!” Her soft, velvety voice escaped in a small yelp as she flinched and placed a hand over her forehead.

Issei immediately stepped forward in a panic. “Are you okay?! That looked like it hurt!”

The towering woman winced, rubbing the crown of her head delicately. “Y-Yes… my apologies. I forgot my size again…”

Issei winced in sympathy. “Sorry! I didn’t think the summoning would bring in someone so… uh…” He paused, scratching his cheek. “Tall?”

She chuckled lightly—a sound like soft bells ringing through mist. “You needn’t apologize. I’m the one intruding into your space.”

She lowered herself carefully this time, sitting cross-legged in a way that curled her tail protectively around her. Though her movements were graceful, Issei could sense the power coiled within her form.

And… something else.

For some strange reason there was a stir inside his body as if something was reacting to her presence.

The tall white woman studied him for a long, quiet moment.

“You…” Her voice was gentle, curious. “There’s… a scent. A hum. Something familiar clings to you.”

He blinked. “Huh?”

Her eyes narrowed slightly. “You carry the faintest whisper of a dragon’s aura… Are you… like me?”

“Wait—you’re a dragon?!” Issei asked, astonished.

“Not quite,” she murmured. “But close enough. I’m what you would call a hybrid.”

Before he could ask more, she tilted her head in a way that made her expression soften.

“…You summoned me.”

Issei coughed awkwardly and bowed politely. “Y-Yeah. I’m Issei Hyoudou. Sorry about the cramped room. But it’s, uh… nice to meet you.”

The towering woman blinked. Then smiled. A small, genuine, graceful thing. “I am Priscilla,” She said, lowering her head slightly in return. “And it’s an honor to meet you as well… Issei.”

Just then, the familiar Gacha System chime rang in his mind.

[Summoning Complete: Priscilla. Love Meter: 65% ]

Issei blinked. “Sixty-five percent?!”

Priscilla tilted her head. “What does that mean?”

He turned a little pink. “N-Nothing! Just… this thing I’ve got going on. You’re great! I mean—I mean your number’s great! Not that you’re just a number—I mean—”

She giggled again. “You’re very cute when you ramble.”

Just as Issei was trying to remember how to talk around the colossal dragon-woman now sitting cross-legged like a goddess, the door creaked rapidly open.

“Issei, honey, I just went to your room and saw the girls doing some kind of… uh… dark ritual on a poor girl wearing BDSM. Should I be worried?” His mother’s voice rang out, light and casual.

Then she looked up—and stopped mid-sentence.

Eyes met the ceiling and the five-meter-tall dragon-woman sitting gracefully beside her son.

Miki Hyoudou blinked once. Twice. She then opened her mouth and closed it.

Priscilla, noticing the unfamiliar woman, inclined her head respectfully. Her yellowish-green eyes shimmered as she offered a slight bow from her seated position—still towering over both of them.

“Good evening,” She said with a soft voice that carried strength beneath its gentleness. “I’am Priscilla. May I know who you are.”

Miki gave a half-bow on instinct. “Miki Hyoudou. Uh… welcome to our home? I’m Issei’s mother.”

Priscilla smiled. “Oh, the mother of my summoner. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

Miki blinked again and looked to her son with raised eyebrows. “So Issei, who is she?”

Issei rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “She’s my new Gacha summon.”

“I see,” Miki said slowly, like someone playing a quiz game without the answers. “And the dark ritual happening in your room?”

“W-Well, see,” Issei began to stammer, “That’s sort of complicated to explain.”

But before he could explain more. A familiar voice interrupted him.

“Mother-in-law! It isn’t what it looks like—-..” A silver blur rocketed into the room, practically skidding to a stop at the entrance of the door.

Nyaruko appeared wanting to explain what she and the other three were doing until her head craned up and was staring directly at Priscilla’s serene face.

Nyaruko’s mouth fell open. “...You’re huge.”

Priscilla blinked, not offended in the slightest. “I apologize if my size causes discomfort.”

“It doesn’t!” Nyaruko blurted, then puffed her cheeks. “It’s just... you’re really, really big. Like, you could use me as a handbag.” Nyaruko then remembered why she came here. “Mother-in-law! It’s not what it looked like! We were just performing a harmless magical ritual!”

Miki’s face twitched. “...That’s not reassuring.”

Meanwhile, Priscilla tilted her head ever so slightly. “Are you also… a summon?”

“Yup!” Nyaruko grinned brightly. “The first! And therefore the main girlfriend! I’m Nyaruko.”

Priscilla placed a hand delicately over her chest and bowed again, an elegant gesture despite her size. “Then I am honored to meet you, Nyaruko. I hope we can get along.”

Nyaruko blinked, taken aback by the calm, courteous tone. “Huh. You’re surprisingly well-mannered for a giant.”

“I was raised to respect my peers,” Priscilla replied without a hint of offense, her voice smooth and deliberate.

Issei internally screamed. ‘Please don’t fight. Please don’t fight. Please don’t make this into a dominance thing.’

Miki tapped her chin thoughtfully, her gaze shifting between the two women. “Well, at least she’s polite. I approve of that.”

Nyaruko puffed out her cheeks, looking almost insulted. “I’m polite too!”

“You have yet to explain to me what you’re doing to that poor girl,” Miki said, raising a brow.

“She totally deserves it, Mother-in-law! Don’t be fooled by her face—she tried to kill Issei!” Nyaruko shot back with conviction.

“WHAT?!” Miki’s voice cracked into a shout, her expression snapping into full motherly panic.

“Nyaruko! You weren’t supposed to tell her that!” Issei groaned, his hands flying up to his head. He knew exactly how his mom would react.

“I’m sorry, darling…” Nyaruko’s tone shifted instantly, her eyes welling with exaggerated tears as she sniffled.

“Are you being threatened, Issei?” Priscilla’s voice suddenly dropped into a serious tone, her eyes narrowing at the mere thought of her summoner in danger.

Issei froze, glancing between Nyaruko’s watery gaze, his mother’s rising worry, and Priscilla’s guarded stance. He sighed heavily. “It’s fine, Nyaruko. I’m sorry for yelling… but Mom really shouldn’t know all the details about that.”

Miki’s frown deepened, but before she could press him further, Issei quickly began explaining the situation—glossing over the worst parts.

By the time he finished, Miki was pacing, clearly stressed. “You weren’t hurt, were you? You would tell me if you were hurt!”

“I’m fine, Mom. Really. Nyaruko protected me and beat the girl down. Right now, the others are just… doing some kind of ritual to make her talk about why she came after me.”

Priscilla moved forward, her towering frame casting a protective shadow over him. “With me here, you won’t have to worry. I will keep you safe.”

Issei gave her a small, appreciative smile. “Thanks, Priscilla.” Then, turning to Nyaruko, he reached out and gently ruffled her hair. “And thanks to you, too.”

Nyaruko instantly melted, her earlier defensiveness replaced by a pleased purr as she leaned into his touch.

Just then, Kaguya entered the room, her eyes immediately locking onto Priscilla. She froze mid-step, blinking up at the sheer height of the new girl. “Oh my, you're quite tall.”

Issei ignored the commentary and focused on why she was here. “What’s up? Did something happen?”

Kaguya straightened her posture, her expression shifting to something more composed. “The ritual was a success. The depraved woman is ready for questioning.”

“Alright. Let’s go,” Issei said, already moving toward the door.

Priscilla, however, had to awkwardly crouch and practically crawl just to fit through the frame, much to her embarrassment. Though Issei was given a nice view of her rear.

Miki quickly apologized for having such a small house but Priscilla simply said not to worry.

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The moment Issei stepped back into his room, he froze mid-step. His brain stalled and his mouth went dry. His eyes widened, scanning the scene in front of him.

Standing in the center of the room untied, uninjured, and disturbingly composed was Raynare. The same Raynare who, not too long ago, had been bound like a dangerous criminal and spitting venom through a gag. Now she stood with perfect posture, her hands folded neatly in front of her with a pleasant smile on her face and wearing a crisp form fitting black-and-white maid outfit. 

Not in her usual leather dominatrix getup. The frills framed her slim waist, and the skirt swished just enough to draw his eyes, against his better judgment. The stockings didn’t help. Neither did the perfectly tied ribbon at her neck.

She looked… composed. Polite. And oddly friendly.

“Welcome back, Master,” Raynare said, bowing low with practiced elegance. “I apologize for all the trouble I’ve caused you.”

Issei blinked. Once. Twice. “...Okay. What the hell is going on?”

His eyes darted to the three culprits lounging in various parts of the room, Nyaruko leaning casually against the wall with a smug grin, Kaguya sipping tea, and Evangeline perched cross-legged atop the desk with a look that could only be described as self-satisfied smugness incarnate.

“Why is she calm? Why is she walking around free?!” Issei tore his gaze away from the dress, which, he had to admit, was doing dangerous things to his imagination and asked, jabbing a finger at Raynare.

Evangeline tilted her head, her smirk widening. “Because, dear boy, the ritual is complete. We now have a loyal servant who won’t cause us any trouble.”

Issei’s stomach sank. “...What did you do to her?”

Kaguya’s lips curled faintly. “We simply… reset her personality. Among other things.”

His eyes narrowed. “Other things?”

“She now obeys orders without question,” Kaguya continued smoothly, as if explaining the weather. Then she turned her gaze to Raynare. “Isn’t that correct?”

Raynare bowed again, her voice soft yet unwavering. “Yes, Your Majesty. I will carry out any command given to me.”

Kaguya’s eyes gleamed in satisfaction at the title. “Good girl.”

Issei dragged a hand down his face, muttering under his breath. ‘Great. She’s gone from deadly assassin to brainwashed maid in under an hour. That’s… definitely not a moral grey area at all.’

Still, as much as he wanted to call the whole thing insane, he wasn’t going to win that argument tonight. He exhaled sharply, making a silent promise to himself. ‘Fine. If they’re going to keep her like this, I’ll at least make sure they don’t push her too far.’

Before he could speak up, the door behind him creaked open.

Miki stepped in first, with Priscilla right behind her—though “behind” was relative. The towering dragon-woman had to crouch low, her long white hair brushing against the floor as she maneuvered awkwardly into the cramped space. Even on her knees, she seemed to take up half the room.

The sudden presence of the enormous newcomer immediately drew every eye in the room.

Evangeline’s brows shot up. “...And who, exactly, is this?”

Her tone was calm, but her sharp eyes locked onto Issei, clearly demanding an explanation.

Issei raised a hand awkwardly. “Uh… this is my new Gacha summon. Everyone, meet Priscilla.”

He took a moment to properly introduce her to the rest of the group. Kaguya gave a curt nod, Evangeline a slow, assessing glance, and Raynare a polite curtsey with each giving their own greeting

Priscilla offered a warm, polite smile in return, inclining her head slightly. “It’s a pleasure to meet my fellow summons.”

But as her gaze swept the room, her expression shifted when it landed on Raynare. Her smile thinned into a faint frown. At the same moment, Miki’s eyes narrowed at the maid as well.

Issei could feel the sudden change in atmosphere—the subtle sharpening of tension in the air like the prelude to a thunderstorm.

Quickly, he cut in. “Sooo… where exactly did you get the maid outfit from, anyway?”

Kaguya and Evangeline didn’t miss a beat. Both casually raised their hands and pointed directly at Nyaruko.

Nyaruko puffed her chest out proudly. “Well, if we were gonna make her into a maid, she had to look the part! I just happened to have the perfect uniform lying around.”

Issei blinked. “...Why do you just have maid outfits lying around?”

Nyaruko’s grin widened, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Trade secret, darling~.”

Issei decided not to press any further about the maid uniform. He could already feel a headache creeping in from trying to make sense of everything that had happened in the last hour. Instead, he took a deep breath, looked directly at Raynare, and went for the question that mattered most.

“Alright,” He said, voice steady but firm. “Why did you want to kill me?”

Raynare, standing with her hands clasped neatly in front of her, tilted her head ever so slightly. “If the Master wishes to know, then I will explain.”

Her tone was calm and her expression was perfectly composed. “My group and I were sent by the higher-ups in Grigori to Kouh. Our mission was to investigate Master Issei, on the suspicion that you might possess a Sacred Gear.”

From her perch on the desk, Evangeline leaned forward, one elegant brow arched. “Grigori?” She repeated with interest. “And who, exactly, are they supposed to be?”

Raynare’s gaze shifted toward her, polite but unflinching. “The Grigori are an organization created by Azazel and the Cadre Fallen Angels. They were once angels of the Lord, but fell from his grace after succumbing to impure thoughts.”

Kaguya gave a slow sip of her tea, her expression unreadable, though Issei swore he saw the corner of her mouth twitch in disapproval.

Raynare continued, her voice taking on the practiced rhythm of someone reciting doctrine. “Our main purpose is to uncover all mysteries of the world through technology or magic, and to oversee the balance of the world as watchers. We have a strict policy of not causing unnecessary harm to the human world. However…” She paused for just a moment, “There are occasions when we are ordered to eliminate Sacred Gear users who may threaten that balance.”

Issei crossed his arms, brows furrowed. He could feel the weight of everyone’s attention in the room.

Then Kaguya set her cup down with deliberate grace. Her crimson eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “You said you were sent here to observe him. So why, exactly, did you attempt to kill him?”

A flicker passed through Raynare’s eyes but it was gone in an instant, replaced with her perfectly composed mask. “Because,” She said without hesitation, “while I was observing him, I received additional orders from another higher authority within Grigori. I was instructed to kill him immediately. I did not question those orders.”

The room’s atmosphere seemed to shift. Miki stiffened instantly, her motherly instincts flaring. She took a step forward, her hands curling into fists. “So what—you just follow orders without thinking?!” She snapped. Then, her voice rising in alarm, “Are they going to send more assassins after my son?!”

Raynare didn’t flinch. “Since I failed my mission, it is… very likely that another member of my group will be sent to complete it.”

Issei exhaled slowly, shoulders slumping. That tiny, fragile hope he’d been clinging to—that maybe, just maybe, his life could go back to normal—crumbled into dust.

“Great…” He muttered under his breath. “So much for a peaceful life.”

Inwardly, he was already picturing himself walking to school only to have a spear of light come flying at his face. Again.

Issei exhaled, deciding to cut through the uncertainty hanging in the air. Without another word, he raised his left hand, willing the familiar crimson glow to flare to life.

The red glove appeared with its usual surge of energy. “This,” He said, looking straight at Raynare, “Is what you were talking about, right? This is a Sacred Gear?”

Raynare’s eyes flicked to the glove, and for a moment her polished calm faltered. “…Yes. That is indeed a Sacred Gear.” She stepped closer, gaze narrowing in scrutiny. But then her brows drew together in mild confusion. “However… this is called Twice Critical, a very common Sacred Gear. It shouldn’t pose any threat to us.” She tilted her head slightly, speaking almost to herself. “If this is all you possess, I don’t understand why they would have sent us orders to kill you at all.”

Issei felt a twinge of annoyance at how easily she dismissed it, but before he could respond, Priscilla’s soft voice cut in.

“Perhaps,” The towering woman said, “that is only its shell. I feel… something deeper within Issei. A strength not yet awakened.” Her eyes lingered on him, golden-green and assessing, as though she could see straight through his soul to whatever was hiding beneath.

Kaguya gave a slow nod, setting down her cup. “I have sensed it as well. My husband has more power hidden within him than he realizes. That much is certain.”

Evangeline, leaning back against the desk, crossed her arms. “Hidden power or not, I want more details on your associates. The ones who might come next.”

Raynare’s answer was smooth and immediate. “The others in my team are Dohnaseek, Kalawarna, and Mittelt. Along with various excommunicated exorcists. None of them are as strong as I am. With all three fallen angels having similar abilities to myself.”

That drew a smirk from Nyaruko. “Well, if I could handle you without breaking a sweat, then those guys will be nothing but a warm-up.”

The mood in the room lightened—slightly. Even Evangeline’s expression eased, though her tone remained matter-of-fact. “Still, I’ll be putting up wards. If they do come sniffing around, I’d rather greet them with a surprise.” She pushed herself off the desk, the hem of her dress swishing around her ankles as she left the room with that cool, predatory confidence of hers.

Issei stretched, feeling the weight of exhaustion start to press down now that the tension had faded. “Alright… well, I guess we should get the bed ready if we want to get any sleep tonight.” He glanced toward Priscilla, suddenly realizing the obvious problem. “…But, uh… where are you going to sleep?”

Priscilla’s lips curved into a small, warm smile. “If it is acceptable to you, Issei… I would like to share your bed.”

His brain short-circuited just long enough for Nyaruko to swoop in. “Nope! Not happening! I’m already sleeping with him tonight!”

Priscilla’s smile didn’t waver, her tone that of a perfect diplomat. “Then we can all sleep together.”

The sheer innocence with which she said it made Issei’s ears burn. 

Before the argument could escalate, Raynare spoke up from her place near the door. “If you intend to rest, Master, I will go prepare the guest room for you.”

“That’s… not necessary,” Issei said quickly. “Really.”

But Raynare simply bowed. “As your maid, it is my duty.” Without another word, she glided out of the room, skirt swaying with every graceful step.

Issei turned toward Kaguya, an eyebrow raised. “You sure it’s safe to just let her wander off alone?”

Kaguya gave a faint, knowing smile. “We were quite thorough with her… reprogramming. She won’t cause trouble.”

Miki, who had been quietly observing with arms folded, finally sighed and stepped toward the door. “Well, I’d better go tell Gorou what happened and warn him about the fact there are two more girls in this house now.”

Issei could only groan at the thought of that conversation.

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Outskirts of Kouh — Abandoned Church

The ruined steeple of the old church loomed against the cloudy night sky, its shadow stretched long across the ground. The air here smelled of dust and damp wood, and the faint creak of rotting beams whispered through the silence. Inside, the flicker of a few cheap lanterns cast long, wavering shadows across the cracked stone floor.

Three figures stood in the center of the nave, their black wings folded but restless—occasionally twitching with irritation as the conversation grew more tense.

“Raynare still hasn’t returned,” Dohnaseek said at last, his deep voice breaking the stagnant quiet. The tall, broad-shouldered Fallen adjusted his fedora, his expression sharp and calculating. “Do either of you believe she was… eliminated? By the Sacred Gear user we were sent to kill?”

Kalawarna crossed her arms, her short, blue hair glinting faintly in the lantern light. “That’s the most likely scenario,” She said, her tone laced with frustration. “Though… it could also be the devils in this town. We were sent here without their permission. If they decided to make an example out of us…” She let the thought hang in the air.

Mittelt sat casually on the edge of a broken pew, kicking her legs in a deceptively playful manner. “No. The devils wouldn’t kill us unless we started something first. Doing so could spark a war. We’re still Grigori, after all—politics matter.” Her voice was flippant, but her eyes were sharp.

“Then what?” Kalawarna demanded. “We just sit here and do nothing?”

“That plan with Twilight Healing is already in pieces without Raynare,” Mittelt replied. “The question is… do we even try to go after the boy now?”

Dohnaseek adjusted his gloves with deliberate slowness. “If his Sacred Gear is dangerous and we fail to eliminate it, there will be consequences. Probably punishment from the top.”

Kalawarna frowned. “Would the three of us be enough? Raynare wasn’t weak, and if she lost, then…”

Mittelt smirked. “Then we bring numbers. We still have the various exorcists in our service. Let them soften the target. Mob tactics work wonders, especially if the boy doesn’t see it coming.”

At the mention, a low chuckle echoed from deeper in the church. “Ohhh, you’re finally gonna let me have some fun?”

Freed Sellzen stepped into the light, his priest’s outfit stained and torn, his grin wide enough to look unhinged. He twirled his gun in one hand and idly tapped his sword against his shoulder with the other. “About time. Been dying for a good hunt. Tell me I get to carve him up nice and slow.”

“Try to keep the drooling to a minimum,” Mittelt said dryly, though she didn’t bother hiding her smirk.

Kalawarna looked between them. “If we’re going after him, we need to do it quickly. The longer we wait, the more time the devils have to notice us.”

Dohnaseek’s gaze darkened. “Then it’s decided. Raynare is gone, and someone else will claim the ex-nun’s Sacred Gear. But before that… we finish the boy.”

Mittelt’s grin widened into something feral. “Lucky for us, we’ve been keeping an eye on him. I know exactly where he lives.”

The church seemed to grow colder as they began gathering weapons, the scrape of steel and the click of ammunition echoing under the vaulted ceiling. One by one, black wings stretched wide in preparation for flight.

Tonight, the hunt was on.

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Hyoudou Household

If there was a heaven, Issei was pretty sure it looked something like this—minus the fear that Nyaruko was about to bite him out of jealousy.

They laid sprawled on a massive blanket Raynare had spread across the floor, Issei’s face was buried against the warm, impossibly soft expanse of Priscilla’s chest. Her sheer size meant that “snuggling” was more like being swallowed whole by a warm, living cloud.

To make matters even more surreal, Nyaruko was draped across one of his arms, pressing herself close and glaring at Priscilla in silent territorial warning, though her own cheeks were faintly pink.

Both were rested atop Priscilla’s long, graceful body, her snowy tail curled around Issei. She was lying comfortably on her side, head propped up by one arm, looking utterly content.

Issei tilted his head up enough to meet her serene gaze. “…You’re awfully affectionate for someone I just met,” He said, his voice muffled by the cushion of her dress. “Not that I’m complaining, but… why?”

Priscilla’s smile softened, her golden-green eyes distant as though peering into a memory. “…If you wish to know, I will tell you.”

Her voice became quieter, gentler, but with an undercurrent of something old—something heavy.

“The real me,” She began, “was feared by the gods of Anor Londo. I was called an abomination… because my body was infused from birth with an occult power that could kill them. I was also born with the life-hunting curse, a power capable of ending even the divine.”

Nyaruko’s grip on Issei’s arm tightening slightly.

Priscilla’s gaze lowered. “Because of this, my lineage marked me as antithetical to their order and to the very life of the gods. My mere existence… was a taboo.”

Issei swallowed, feeling the faint tremor in her voice despite her calm expression.

“They banished me,” She continued, “to the Painted World, a cold, lonely prison where the gods sealed away dangerous relics, accursed beings, and those they deemed sinners. A place where the unwanted are hidden, never to see the sun again.” She paused, her voice thickening almost imperceptibly. “It was a world of exiles… and while I was alone, I pitied them. For the outside had given them only hatred… and locked them away, as it had me.”

Issei found himself holding his breath. In his mind, he pictured it: a vast, snow-covered realm framed by the borders of a painted canvas, where forgotten souls wandered in silence, unseen and unloved.

“One day,” she said, “I was given an offer to send a fragment of myself elsewhere. A chance to… see another world and experience something new, even if it was not my whole being. I accepted. I thought no harm could come of it. And thus… I came to be here, with you.”

She finally looked at him again, and this time her smile was faint but true. “Now, I am free. No longer alone. Even knowing that somewhere, the real me still tends to those poor souls… I am quite happy with this arrangement."

The silence that followed was thick with unspoken feelings.

Issei blinked rapidly, but the sting in his eyes didn’t go away. “That’s… not fair,” he muttered, his voice cracking before he could stop it. “They just… threw you away? For something you didn’t even choose?”

Beside him, Nyaruko’s own eyes shimmered, her usual smile replaced by an uncharacteristically quiet frown. “…That’s so unfair,” She echoed, her voice trembling just slightly. “You didn’t deserve that.”

Priscilla’s gaze lingered on the two of them, her expression softening further. Seeing the tears in their eyes, tears for a version of her they had never met, stirred something deep in her chest.

For so long, she had been told she was dangerous, unnatural, unworthy of compassion. Yet here, these two had shed tears for her without hesitation.

It was, in its own way, the most powerful magic she had ever felt.

“…Thank you,” She whispered. “I am glad… that I was summoned by a kind soul.”

Priscilla’s soft smile lingered for only a moment longer—then her expression shifted.

Her golden-green eyes narrowed, pupils contracting to sharp slits. The tip of her tail twitched once, then coiled protectively around Issei and Nyaruko.

Issei noticed instantly. “Uh… Priscilla? You okay? You look like you just smelled something bad.”

Nyaruko tilted her head, still resting against his arm. “Yeah, what’s with the scary face? You went from fluffy dragon waifu to scary murder dragon in two seconds.”

Priscilla didn’t answer right away. Her head tilted slightly, as though listening to something no one else could hear. A low rumble—half growl, half exhale—escaped her throat.

Then she spoke, her voice low and edged with steel. “…We are not alone.”

Issei sat up immediately, the warmth of the earlier moment gone in an instant. “Not alone?”

“I can feel them,” Priscilla continued, her tone precise. “Several presences, moving quickly toward this house. They carry bloodlust.” Her gaze sharpened, locking toward the far wall as if she could see straight through it to the oncoming intruders. “They are not here by accident.”

Nyaruko’s casual expression melted into a sharp grin, like someone just told her there was free prey outside. “Ohhh, someone’s here to play?~”

Issei, however, groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Are you kidding me? Already? I don’t even get one night of peace?”

Priscilla’s eyes never left the distance. “No. And from the pace they are moving, they will be here soon.”

He clenched his fists, forcing himself to focus. “Alright. Nyaruko—go wake Kaguya and Evangeline. Tell them we’ve got company, and it’s not the friendly kind.”

She gave him a quick mock salute. “On it, darling.” In a blur of silver hair and boundless energy, she darted out of the room, her voice already echoing down the hall as she called for the others.

Issei exhaled through his nose, already feeling his heartbeat shift. He got to his feet, rolling his shoulders.

“Guess the welcome party came to us this time,” He muttered, eyes narrowing. “Fine.” 

Done with the second chapter of this month. Tell me what you think and if I made any mistakes. How do you think this fight will go? Do you think the fallen angels have a shot at winning? Tell me if I wrote Priscilla correctly? This is a commission for Dues Ex Mina. So thank him for allowing me to post this for everyone.