The Maniac of DxD (Highschool dxd insert/ semi-crack): Chapter 8

“Here little phoenix! Come to Papa!”

My voice rang out across the massive forest that went eerily quiet after I stepped into it a few days ago, searching for my prey after accepting that assignment from Walmart Ash Ketchem.

And yet, I received no reply to my shout, as you would expect after all this time.

I mean, if people (and other beings in general) would just answer my call when I shout, things would not need to escalate much.

Too bad, people always choose the hard (Fun!) way, which is fine by me.

In the past few days, I have been tracking the traces of Demonic Magic of the Stray Devil that took up residence in the Familiar Forest, harvesting the body parts of the various magical creatures for whatever experiments he was conducting.

Normally, I couldn’t care less about such stuff. I mean, you do you man, do whatever is necessary to become stronger.

But, using the body parts of innocent animals to fuel your own power? That crosses a line.

….Or that is what I would like to say but I know that it is just an excuse I made up on the spot to justify my fun.

After tracking that little shit for a few days, I have narrowed down his general location to this part of the forest which is considered off-limits for most people due to the dangerous beasts lurking within this section.

After all, it would not do for some pampered heir or heiress of some devil nobility to encounter a fucking Dragon King and end up as its next meal.

It also doesn’t help that most of the various factions in the world shove their uncontrollable mythical monsters into this place to get rid of them, so this place is really teeming with all kinds of mindfuckery.

Thankfully, the Hindu pantheon manages its own monsters and doesn’t shove them here as well because I am not ready to deal with that level of madness just yet.

I do not want to become the object of ‘affection’ for a Jinn or become the target of Black Magic, or Tantric rituals of their pantheon.

My life is still dear to me thank you very much.

Anyways, the bottom line is, that this place is dangerous and my target has made his home in this place.

The only reason he is willing to take such risks is because, based on my investigations of his abandoned bases throughout the forest, he has somehow acquired a discount version of the physical immortality that the Phenex clan is famous for.

How did he do it? I don’t know and I don’t care.

What I care about is that I have a new toy to play with.

After all, the best toy is one that is unbreakable.

As I slowly walked, tracking his trail with my Touki, I sensed various beings nearby who mostly kept to themselves.

Not out of choice but because they would rather not become my next meal like that little dragon did yesterday.

Zatouji said that it was a Sprite Dragon, a type of a lesser dragon that is usually chooses the opposite gender as their masters and are highly territorial.

It was bad luck that the damned thing that we ran into was a male who tried to fry me with its lighting.

Naturally, I retaliated in kind and turned it into my dinner yesterday, making the poor Familiar Master-in-training cry in heartbreak and leave me alone in the forest.

Fun fact, did you know that dragons taste like chicken? I didn’t know this until I ate the Sprite Dragon yesterday. The taste was so heavenly that I still can’t get the aftertaste out of my mind.

Now I am starting to wonder what a Dragon King will taste like.

Too bad I don’t have the firepower to bring one down just yet and I don’t think Zatouji will approve of me taking out the only Dragon King living in this forest.

Just as I was about to head even deeper into the territory, my senses screamed at me to dodge, which I naturally did since my brain didn’t have much control over my body most of the time, making it run on pure instinct.

I would say I have a discount version of Ultra Instinct but that would be pure bullshit since the only reason my body runs on instincts is that my top floor is empty most of the time.

The moment my body moved out of the way, a fire storm erupted in the place where I was just a second ago, engulfing everything within range and turning it straight to ash.

Damn! That’s some strong firepower.

I am very, very, jealous!!

“I was afraid that the Phenex Clan had finally found my location and had come to kill me. Turns out, I was overthinking and it's just a mere human.”

Turning upwards, I spotted a man who looked fairly handsome and had four Devil Wings on his back that were engulfed in red flames.

Given that his appearance is still mostly humanoid with just a few scale patterns here and there, it is fairly obvious that this man has not been a Stray Devil for long. Probably a couple of months at most.

……Now that I think about it, why is everyone I run into so damned hot? Even regular humans look so good that they would attract a lot of attention in my old world. As for the supernatural and top people, they looked as if they walked out of a fashion magazine.

And then there is me, who would be considered above average in my old world and downright ugly in this one.

…..Yeah, my jealousy is not at its peak. Sorry, kid. You will have to serve as my stress relief for some time.

On the other hand, his Phenex immortality means that he is very durable and will be able to last a long time, so cheers to that!

I flooded my body with Touki and took off at high speeds, tackling the Stray Devil out of the sky and down to the ground before going ham.

With every punch, the ground caved in beneath us as the Stray Devil did not even try to evade my blows, probably because he thought it would be useless.

This is good, I don’t like it when my punching bags struggle too much.

For about an hour or so, I just kept pounding the stray devil into the ground- wait a minute! That phrasing is wrong! I can already hear the meme in my mind!

I am not Gay!!

Anyway, once I was done releasing all my stress-no, enough with the strange phrasing. After I was done using the Devil as a punching bag (sounds much better!) I stood up and watched as flames engulfed his body and reformed him, as good as new.

He sneered at me and got up casually.

“Do you realize it now? Anything you do is meaningless. I cannot be killed. I have stolen the immortality of the Phenex clan. It is only a matter of time before I crush your race like the insects you are. Then, I will kill the Phenex clan for what they did to me. Well, maybe not all of them since there are a few there that require my tender care. Hehehe!”

Based on the perverted grin on his face, I don’t even need to guess what he means by that and who he is targeting.

It is no secret that the wife of Lord Phenex is a stunning woman, just like the other female members of their clan.

But I digress, before this guy drowns himself in his fantasies (hey, I don’t judge since I am liable to do the same when I have free time) I need to give him a reality check.

I took out a peeled coconut that looked slightly burnt and threw it into the air, before it reached the peak of its arc, I drew a pentagram with my Touki, surrounding it and started chanting a short Tantrik chant taught to me.

In a single second, strange forces erupted from the coconut, manifesting in the form of chains that only I could see and directly bound the soul of the Stray Devil.

Of course, the fool was not aware of any of this and was still droning on about how creatively he was going to capture the men of the Phenex family, torture them for some time by doing what he wanted with the women, and then kill them all wholesale.

Ironically, the fool forgot that they share the same kind of immortality as him. Correction, they have a superior form of immortality since he stole this power from them so my guess is that the original is much stronger than the replica.

He also forgot that there are two Ultimate-Class devils in the Phenex clan and dozens of High-Class devils, while his just a lower-tier High-class devil right now who just happens to be extra durable.

Sometimes I wonder if I can really be considered insane when these kinds of fools are roaming the world. I mean, I must be a thousand times better than these guys, right? Then why is it that it is always my reputation that is dragged through the mud as a Madman?

Shaking my head, I saw that the Devil had stopped talking at some point and was staring at me with rage.

“How dare a mere human ignore me-“

“Alright, enough of your yapping, Kneel!”

The effect was immediate. The fool’s knees crashed to the ground the second my command left my mouth, making him look at me with pure shock.

The grin that appeared on my face must be quite something since his body shivered involuntarily.

“You like it? I prepared this Pishacha Vidya specifically to deal with creatures like you. It was not easy you know, getting an Aghora, a Tantrik, a Pishachachari, and a Mantrik, to sit together and brainstorm without them trying to kill one another. Took me a lot of effort but I think the end result speaks for itself.”

As I continued speaking, his face twisted with abject horror at my words, which is understandable.

Nobody sane would ever involved with the convoluted and life-threatening magic system of the Hindu Myths. It is said that the mortality rate of aspiring Hindu mages is around 40%, the percentage jumps to 80% if the aspirant wants to practice Black Magic or other esoteric stuff even by Hindu Standards.

However, it is also well known that, should someone manage to learn these arts and become accomplished in this magic system, they can go toe-to-toe with Ultimate-Class beings despite being mere humans.

It is one of the reasons why the Devils and most of the other supernatural races keep out of India. Although it is not of much use to the Indian people since they have to deal with the presence of their native supernatural creatures that are straight-up bullshit in their abilities and versatility.

In simple terms, India could be considered the Australia of the Supernatural community, where anything and everything can straight up turn you into a trending story on supernatural Twitter.

And yes, supernatural twitter is a thing, at least in the Underworld.

“Now then, try not to die since I have pent-up frustration worth five years and I need some place to vent it-wait up, wrong phrasing again! Never mind, just try not to die.”

The technique I just used is a one-time use spell that I received from that group I gathered in India. Once the spell has been activated, the coconut will shatter, indicating that the paranormal and eldritch powers stored within it have been expended to bind an entity to my will.

I had this spell copied onto a few hundred coconuts that I have stashed in various safehouses across the world and always carry one with me wherever I go.

I seriously cannot wait to break the paywall on my Touki and unlock the ability to store things in a subspace pocket.

The point is, now that this devil has been bound by this spell, he is literally my slave and I can do whatever I want with him.

And right now, I need him to become my punching bag for the next week, maybe even two weeks, as I release all of my stress on his body-No!!

Why is my phrasing so bad today!??

Stop playing that meme in my bran!! I am not Gay!!