A Nexus Devil (Dxd x Multi Crossover)

Reflection and Revelation

Chapter 15

Jake was sitting by the shore of the black lake. Blaze, his baby phoenix, was sitting in his lap snoozing. A few weeks ago Jake's entire world had changed after he'd met those four hero assholes and been flung back in time to magical high school. He basically went from an ordinary kid with nothing to his name to the descendent of some super powerful ancient king! Jake was not too afraid to admit to himself that he was too arrogant and that his magical knowledge might have been a tad bit lacking. Jake didn't know what depressed him more, the fact that he had almost died to the dragon, the fact that he had to be saved by someone who had some unironically really cool ice magic. Or maybe it was the fact that he was acting so boastful just like the other champions and ended up getting spanked for it in front of the whole school...

Jake's momentary pity party was interrupted when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione approaching. Jake gave the three of them a wave. "Hey guys," he said with a tone that was somewhat lacking in his usual confidence.

The other three hadn't known Jake long, but they could clearly tell that he was upset. "Hey Jake," Harry waved to Jake, "you shouldn't be too down. That entire fight with that Dragon was absolutely crazy after all!" Ron beside him vehemently nodded in agreement.

"That's right," Ron interrupted with an excited tone, "that was the coolest fight I've ever seen in my entire life! You were just throwing explosive spell after explosive spell, and that horntail was just taking them right in the face and raining fire right back down on you. It was epic, man, truly the stuff of Legends!" Ron said enthusiastically.

Hermione spoke up, "Well... while your battle was impressive, Jake. It was clear that you were wasting a ton of magic, not only with all your bombardas which barely did any real damage to the dragon other than breaking its scales, but THEN you went and blocked the dragon's fire breath with a standard Protego! Not even a protego maxima!? Who does that?" She exclaimed. "That's like trying to stop a freight train with a kitten."

"What?" Jake said in confusion.

"Never mind," Hermione shook her head. "That was a bad analogy, but you get what I was saying! You should have learned better spells before you went into the match, and because you didn't, you almost died when that dragon's tail impaled you. I was absolutely terrified," Hermione said with some concern. She hadn't known Jake Gremory for long, but she absolutely did not want to see anyone she knows die like that, especially a decently nice guy like him! She had a few conversations with him in the common room, and he'd always listened to her and never tried to cut her off or stop her explanations short for being a know-it-all like other students did...

Jake just gave them a small smile and let out a sigh. "It doesn't matter because, in the end, I didn't win that fight," Jake explained. "Someone interfered and saved me. I ended up failing the first task," Jake said in sadness. "One round in, and I've already blown the tournament..."

"That's not true," Harry spoke up. "You were actually passed out at the end, so you missed the judging. They actually awarded you 25 points out of 50 for this first round. They said that it was true that somebody interfered and killed your dragon for you, but it was also true that somebody slipped something called a Berserker potion to the horntail right before your fight started, which apparently made it a whole lot stronger than it should have been," Harry explained. "So, in the end, it kind of evened out, I'd say."

Ron and Hermione nodded along. "That's absolutely true," Hermione said. "Professor Snape actually went in front of the microphone at the end and explained to the whole audience what the Berserker potion was and what it did. It was absolutely horrifying! The moment that the dragon ingested that potion, it was already destined to die. And yes, it was technically possible that it would have died fighting you as well... BUT there's a chance you would have just knocked it out, and then the horntail would have been able to live! Either way, this competition has already proved to be far too barbaric for my liking," Hermione continued on. She had originally thought Quidditch was super violent, but this tournament was gearing up to turn into a horrifying blood sport, and she was not a fan, not at all. She also wasn't a fan of every wizard cheering so vehemently for, what should have been, obvious animal cruelty! Except for Harry facing the dementors, those things could go to hell for all she cared.