The Maniac of DxD (Highschool dxd insert/ semi-crack): Chapter 14

“So, as you guys can see, I am right now in the town of Kuoh where I am going to spend my ‘vacation’ for the next three years.”

I made sure to make air quotes when I said vacation so that my audience understood my feelings on the matter.

[MgirlL: Looks like a very peaceful town. Hope you enjoy your forced vacation.]

[CuriousCat: @MgirlL, wait a minute, how do you know that it’s a forced vacation? MRen never told us anything about it until this livestream started.]

[MgirlL: Let’s just say, I have a certain reach in the supernatural community and my contacts told me about his current situation.]

[FallenBoobConesour1: Feels a bit Sus to me, @MgirlL. Are you sure you are not stalking MRen?]

[MgirlL: Speak for yourself! I am not like you! Besides, he would be very lucky to have any woman look his way in the first place with how he is. No offence @MRen.]

[CuriousCat: Actually, if he really wants to, I don’t mind meeting him in real life and having a bit of fun~]

I gave an annoyed stare at the camera as I continued to walk toward the school where Baraqiel enrolled me.

The very same school where Akeno recently joined as a first-year student along with the Gremory and Sitri Heiresses.

I had no doubt that Baraquiel pulled a lot of strings to falsify documents and paper trails for me so that I could transfer into this school nearly two months after classes had already begun.

And I also don’t doubt that he must have made some kind of arrangement with the headmaster, which is none other than Zeoticus Gremory, to place me in the same class as Akeno.

“While I appreciate you people making fun of my love life or lack thereof, I didn’t start this stream to vent my current dissatisfaction with becoming a slave to the modern education system again.”

I gave a grin to the camera, took out my phone, and showed the greyed-out names on the long list of my subscribers.

“You people might not have noticed it yet, but right now, the people who are able to see my streams are only those who are my hardcore fans selected from my paid subscribers due to their frequent engagement with others and myself in the chat.”

“The others are not even aware that this stream, and upcoming special streams in general, are no longer visible to them unless I release those recordings at a later time. The reason for this is quite simple.”

I continued to grin as I finally approached the massive building in the distance. Turning the camera to face it, I spoke out my plan.

“For all of you who are my loyal minions in plotting pranks and thefts, for all of you who are my beloved followers and subscribers, starting from today, you will be presented with live streams of a new reality show in the market.”

“The daily life of extraordinary devil heiresses hiding among mortal children, with none other than I, Maniac Ren, as the host!”

“Rejoice, shounen and shoujou~ for your dreams shall now be fulfilled ~ GHAHAHAHA!”

[CuriousCat: What a creepy laugh! I love it~]

[CuriousCat donated 1000 points]

[MgirlL:……I don’t like the implications of those words. Anyways, I got to go!]

[FallenBoobConesour1: What’s the hurry? @MgirlL? Are you worried about what MRen said? Hehehe!]

[MgirlL: @FallenBoobConesour1, shut up your creepy mouth! You must have been one to give MRen this idea in the first place!!]

[FB01: Alright, you two. Enough of that. @MgirlL, go and take care of what you were talking about, I’ll screen record the stream for you to see later.]

[MgirlL: Thanks! @FB01, and fuck you!! @FallenBoobConesour1!]

[Warning! Use of foul language will ban you from the chat]

“Anyways, as I was saying. From now on, I will serve as the host/commentator for the latest gossip in the world of Devil nobility. Of course, I will cut out the camera when things get a bit too personal-“

[CuriousCat: No fair!! Why do these girls get special privileges!? Aren’t you supposed to be the most legitimate and raw source of gossip in the supernatural world?]

[MonkeyWithACrown: Exactly! You are supposed to show us all the juicy bits, uncut and unedited! Come on man! Your reputation is on the line here!! Also, @everyone, can someone fill me in on what I missed till now!? I had to take care of some business and did not notice that the livestream was on.]

“Hey! Don’t blame me for this! Blame the new update to the privacy policy made by the shitty devs of STube that requires me to cut out sensitive information about my victims.”

The sour look on my face instantly changed to a grin as I spoke my next words.

“Don’t worry though. It is only a matter of time until I find a loophole and go back to our usual program.”

“Besides, you guys don’t want to end up like that Diodora guy so it is better for you people to not know my personal life for now.”

At those words, a rather large string of evasive answers and very compliant exclamations flooded my chatbox.

Nearly a year ago, I had a run-in with a young Devil called Diodora. I didn’t know his family name or which family he belonged to back then since I did not give him that much time to talk.

His first mistake was approaching me without an appointment since I don’t do business with people who don’t respect the procedure.

His second mistake was ordering me around and trying to make me do his bidding without any payment.

His final mistake was that he dung into my personal life and pulled out info from my time in the Himejima clan.

I don’t know what he was planning to do with that information. Try to threaten me with Akeno’s life or something else?

Whatever the case might have been, strike three was all I waited for before taking action directly.

I didn’t kill him because that would be too much heat even for me (Again, I may be insane but I ain’t stupid)

What I did, was cripple his demonic energy by sealing a part of his soul into a stuffed toy.

It was a spell that I learned from an Indian Rakshasa, or rather as they are called by the natives, the Asura, who was one of my previous victims.

In exchange for not broadcasting his humiliation on my channel, he taught me everything he knew, which also included a few nifty upgrades to my Touki training.

Long story short, this spell is based on the ancient legends in Indian mythology where a Rakshasa hides his soul in a parrot to escape death. It is a similar story to the Russian equivalent called ‘The Death of Koschei the Deathless’ or many other similar stories across many other pantheons.

What the spell does is allow the user to either split their own soul or that of their victim, and hide that part away in an inanimate object, animal, or familiars.

There is a catch, however. The spell affects the very soul of a being. This means that most of the supernatural magic and martial arts systems that rely on the soul to power them will fall prey to this spell.

Why is this important? Because when a soul is split, the power within the soul, which, in the case of Diodora was his Demonic Power,  is also split according to how large of a chunk I tore away from his soul.

Since I was not feeling particularly merciful that day, it ended up being nearly all of his Demonic Energy since I took out a very, very, large chunk of his soul and placed it into that stuffed toy that I threw into the junkyard that is my subspace pocket.

Of course, that was not the end of it since I would be targeted by every Devil in existence if I didn’t justify why attacked that brat like I did. So, I immediately took action and directly tarnished his reputation across the supernatural world.

Which was not all that hard to achieve. I mean, I thought his kink of forcefully capturing former nuns as his peerage was the end of it, who knew that I kept finding all sorts of juicy stuff the more I dug into it?

Banned spells, Rating Games rigging, dealings with the Old Satan faction, plotting against the current regime in the Underworld, illegally trespassing into church territory, the list went on and on. It was also during this raid on his home and personal stuff both physically and through my contacts across the world, that I realized who this dumb kid was.

Diodora Astaroth, the younger brother of Ajuka Beelzebub, and heir to the Astaroth family of the 72 pillars.

Of course, being the good samaritan I am, I directly dumped all this raw, unfiltered, info straight onto the supernatural internet and made sure that it could not be scrubbed by hiring a few Grigori agents to encrypt and protect the data with their patentented security systems so that it could be protected from all kinds of scrubbing attempts.

Needless to say, the Astaroth family, and Diodora in particular, did not have a good time after that incident.

Now, nearly a year later, Diodora Astaroth has been sentenced to the death penalty with his punishment to be carried out in a few months.

Shaking my head to get rid of those thoughts, I turned to the entrance of the massive building that was to be my school, ignoring the young teenagers, which were oddly consisted with a majority of females with very few males.

I spoke into the camera one last time.

“Well then, I’ll continue the stream after the first section of the class is done and we get recess, or if something really juicy comes up. Till then, Chao!”

With that, I stopped the livestream.

Just in time for a black-haired missile to collide with me and send us both sprawling on the ground.

The muffled sobs felt familiar, as did the death grip on my shirt.

Her hair had grown much longer, so much so that she could easily rival her mother if she were alive. The same went for her beauty which was objectively extraordinary.

But beyond all the physical differences, beyond all the maturity she displayed in front of others that I knew of thanks to my investigations, beyond her outward strength.

I still saw the small, lonely, girl that clung to me as her lifeline in the Himejima clan.

With an emotion that I could not understand, with feelings I failed to put into words, I placed my hand lightly on her back like I always used to back in our childhood when she tackled me in a similar manner to now.

With practice long forgotten, I spoke familiar words that made her tighten her grip.

“I’m home, Akeno.”

In response, the little girl from back then overlapped with the mature beauty on top of me, giving a watery but radiant smile that never failed to brighten my day.

“Welcome home, Ren.”