Reds Reveal

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Author note: reminder to self: in work mode Red Hood/issei is apathetic like John Wick, he's here/there to do a job and nothing else, like Yuji from fruit of grisia

For this chapter, I'm making Issei a sort of mute; he won't talk unless he has to.

Fast forward 3 to 6 months
*rewrite*
The Choas Brigade has become more bold: actively seeking out targets, hitting all regions, and living up to their name.

The Devil kings hold a meeting with all teams, including select members from the F.A. (Fallen Angels) and Angels. names being: Irina, Azazel, Gabriel, and Baraquiel.

: we know where a handful of

Team Sona and Rias show up, plus 5 from Rias.

(A/n:The 5 being the same from my Ghost Rider x HSDXD fanfic. I'm lazy)

(Maybe:Sirzeches points to the 5, asking Rias who they are, she deflects saying they're friends and sacred gear users. Sirzeches pays no mind.)

Sirzeches: i have an announcement: as of now, I'm pulling together a strike force of sorts.
*all but Grayfia are shocked*
Sirzeches: we've gotten approval from both races. The names have all been decided. When Grayfia calls your name, step forward.

Grayfia: Irina Shido, *steps forward* Kiba Yuuto, *steps forward* Tsubaki Shinra, Akeno and Baraquiel Himejima *step foward* Ravel Pheonix

Sirzeches: I know you're confused, and given this sudden, you should be. But I'll let your leader fill you in on the rest.

Rias frustrated: So where is he.

Azazel: taking his sweet time, I bet. He's as stubborn as the rumours made him out to be. I hope he didn't take the money and run.

Rias stares daggers at her brother: you hired a bounty hunter?

Sirzeches: Of course not. I called in a favour.

RH walks in, bloodied, injured, and looks at Sirzeches.

RH: *yawns* Am I late? work came up.

Sirzeches smiles: you're right on time, old friend

RH: what am I doing here again?

Grayfia: Khaos Brigade, putting together team...

RH: Sorry, I don't remember.

Serafall: Are you feeling alright?

RH: *tries to stay focused* No, not really

Rias: tch! Great. A drunk bounty hunter.

RH: *heavy breathing* might have a concussion, eh tough.

Koneko:

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