The Maniac of DxD (Highschool dxd insert/ semi-crack): Chapter 9

So, turns out, there is a way to escape the spell I used on the stray devil.

It’s to press the self-delete button. Who knew? The people who made the spell didn’t and I definitely didn’t know that.

Looks like I’ll have to brainstorm with those guys once again to implement an anti-self-deletion feature in my spell. I can’t have my vic- ahem- prisoners end themselves before I get to have some fun or extract any useful knowledge they have!

At least let me turn you into a meme and post on my bio page damn it!! My income depends on those views and I am tired of using clickbait!!

Especially since those devils have figured out how to filter out clickbait titles and thumbnails in the supernatural YouTube.

You can only use titles like ‘Ten Ways to Skin a Dragon’ or ‘The Secrets of Hexennacht: is Walburga a Closet Masochist!?’ so many times before they stop going viral and you are called out for using clickbait to generate views.

Sure, the content might be a little different from what is on the can, like instead of a real dragon, it is a Chinese Flood Dragon that I hunted, which is more of a snake than a dragon, and I may or may not have been hunted across the world by Hexennaucht for the latter video which based on pure speculation in the supernatural community.

But still! I would like to see those keyboard warriors do the same thing as I did instead of hiding in the underworld all day long and criticizing someone from behind a screen!!

Anyways, back to the point.

The foolish Stray served well as my punching bag and training dummy for over a week before he realized that he could never hope to escape from his fate thanks to his immortality and my spell. This prompted him to use his own magic and spells to detonate his soul directly, bypassing his physical immortality and the bindings of my spell.

As usual, instead of being praised for a job well done, I was once again criticized by my employer, Zatouji, who wailed at me and said that I was a monster for killing and eating his familiars for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for two weeks straight (I mean, a guy has to eat, and there is no normal animal in the forest for me to hunt).

He said that I single-handedly reduced the population of most low-level familiars by 10% (Bullshit! I only consumed a few of those bat-looking things, a few of the fish monsters, and a few other things) and that I reduced the population of Sprite Dragons by half (Which is fair considering that I got hooked on their taste and couldn't help myself in the second week where I spend my days training with the stray. How am I supposed to have GAINS!! Without sufficient protein!?)

Anyways, he paid me for the work but straight up denied me from having a familiar of my own (Which is a shame considering that I wanted to try my hand at getting the Dragon King, Tiamat, as my familiar)

No big loss, except for my reputation since this little shit posted on his bio about my deeds after safely smuggling me out of the Underworld while also cleaning his hands off the incident by saying that I ‘broke into the familiar forest without permission’.

If I had not been barred from entering the Underworld, I would have gone back down there and committed arson against his precious forest for that comment ruining my reputation even further.

Fortunately, people have either become used to my reputation as a Madman or are not bothered by it anymore.

Case in point, my new client.

“You’ve got some nerve showing up again, old man.”

“….”

My current client stayed silent at my words which only made me even more irritated.

“Not going to say anything? Even after you pushed off the responsibility of your daughter onto me right after such a big incident?”

“…I knew she was in good hands since I’ve seen you growing up. I knew that you would help her escape, and my belief was proven right.”

“In other words, you are a deadbeat who couldn’t be bothered to pick up the slack and pushed your responsibilities onto an insane child. Fucking hell, old man, I thought you were supposed to be a former angel, not a devil.”

Yeah, the guy standing next to me as we walked in the streets of New York, letting its nightlife obscure our conversation from prying ears, was none other than Akeno’s dad, Baraqiel, the fallen angel.

Even my insanity and air-headedness are not enough to suppress my anger at seeing his face again after so many years.

I can’t even imagine how little Akeno must be feeling if I am feeling like this about him, provided she is alive.

The last I heard was that she was taken in by the Gremory clan before all of my sources in the Underworld cut off contact with me, making me blind to the current situation down there.

The silence from the old man who once taught me Touki is truly grating on my mind so I ignored him outright.

The reason why I am so angry at him is because this fool just left his daughter like that with me without even trying to take her out of the Himejima clan, knowing that she would meet a fate worse than death at those fanatic supremacists.

Even if I think of this incident as a momentary lapse in his judgment, driven by the emotional turmoil of having his life upturned in a single night with his wife dead, it would still not explain his continued absence in Akeno’s life from that point on, especially since even someone like me, who had relatively low connections in the supernatural world, could keep an eye on her situation and try to divert the clan’s forces away from her either directly or indirectly.

Someone like him who is so high up the foot chain should be able to do a lot more than a half-arsed merc like me. But he did no such thing as far as I can tell.

That is why I am angry at this guy.

Shaking my head to get rid of those thoughts, I concentrated on my senses, trying to find our current query.

“You picking up anything? Old man?”

“…North-west, towards the outskirts. Our target is there.”

“…You knew his location all this time and you still had us walk all the way from Central Park? Are you daft?”

“..I thought it would give us some time to talk.”

“Yeah, right. If you really wanted to talk, you would not keep silent when I take out my anger on you.”

“….I deserve it. That is why I stayed silent.”

“You do deserve it, but just taking out my anger through a one-sided tongue-lashing is no fun!”

I spotted a tiny smile on his face which irritated me while also making me a little happy.

I will not deny that Baraqiel had been more of a father to me in the relatively short time we spent in the clan than my actual father. It is one of the reasons why I took his abandonment of Akeno so personally.

It is why I did not like the stoic look on his face because my Touki had grown a lot in my previous training session with that unbreakable stray devil (Hey! A cool title! Maybe I should make an anima about that?) allowing me to sense the surface level emotions of others around me.

What does advancing in Touki have to do with mind arts? Again, I don’t know, I just go with the flow. As long as I get my death beams and planet-busting energy balls, I won’t complain.

From what I can tell, Baraqiel’s mind is dominated by self-loathing, despair, and anger. Emotions which should not exist in such high quantities if a person wants a healthy mind.

This is why I feel a little happy that the happy-go-lucky Fallen Angel from my childhood had shone through to the surface, even if only a tiny bit, at my comment.

Again, I shook my head to get rid of those thoughts.

Now that I know exactly how to contact this old fool again in the future (Thank you, FallenBoobConesour1, I’ll make sure to pay extra attention to your comments on my channel from now on for leaking Baraquiel’s personal info to me in a DM) I’ll make sure to drag him to the Underworld somehow and try to reconnect him with his daughter.

I may be insane, but I at least know that no father and daughter should remain estranged like these two problem children have been for the past few years.

“So, let’s go over my task again. I go in, kill the Rogue Fallen, retrieve the stolen prototype Artificial Sacred Gear, and get out. Clean and Simple. My Payment will be ten million US dollars, along with a relatively high-rank registration in the Grigori as one of its freelance agents and access to all the information allowed as per the rank. Correct?”

“Indeed. But your rank will be decided by how quickly you kill the Stray Fallen in question. The faster you kill her, the higher you rank. I will be the evaluator for the fight. And before I forget, you cannot use those binding spells that you used on that stray last week since it won’t let me evaluate your true level.”

“…Fine. Killjoy. Let’s get going.”

Baraqiel nodded at my words as we took flight.

He made sure to cast an illusion and keep the regular humans from spotting us.

Grigori’s secret Touki manuals, here I come!!