The One Bathed in White (DxD)

A Lesson in Arrogance

Y/N let out a huff of breath, throwing his arms high overhead he stretched his body out. He was standing in the center of a long stone corridor, limbering up for the battle that was too come. Though it would be childs-play even without the majority of his power. He had done his report on Riser Phenex and the child was nothing special. A waste of talent, a waste of power, perhaps even a waste of space. That is at least if Y/N didn't mold him into shape.

A grin stretched across Y/N's face, his teeth shining sharp in the glum light of the corridor. Y/N would take the waste that could be considered Riser and make him gold. Make Riser a true warrior, a warrior just like himself. Though it would take Riser eons before he was to reach Y/N at his peak, maybe a few years to reach him as he was now. Though if Y/N assisted him here then perhaps he'd reach there within a few months.

Hearing the announcers voice start to echo down the hallway, Y/N walked forward, his muscular body carrying with it a white glow. Despite his renown as a warrior he bore not a single scar or blemish on his skin, which combined with the glow that emitted from his power, it looked as if he was a saint descended from Heaven.

"Coming out of the tunnel on my right is Y/N ARIE! The Queen of Venelana Gremory our very own Flaxen-haired Madame of Extinction! Otherwise known as WHITE, THE STRONGEST QUEEN!"

As his feet hit the packed dirt of the stadium Y/N gazed out onto the crowd, the cheers of countless denizens of the Underworld bouncing off the walls as they saw one of their strongest soldiers for the first time in centuries. Murmured mutterings starting to fill the air, remarking on Y/N's beauty and how he truly was a son of Aphrodite. Men and Women all over swooning over his mixture of defined musculature, sharp face, and hourglass figure which somehow fit together perfectly.

Up in the stands Venelana watched the scene with a dark smile, a glint in her eyes and an unsolicited growl escaping her lips as she glared down at the arena. The group gathered in the viewers box with her casting a concerned glance mixed with confusion, mainly her children being the confused ones. All the while her ex-husband bore a scowl all of his own. Venelana noticing the attention being placed upon her Venelana eased her face, hiding her emotions behind a pleasant smile.

Y/N was only doing this to elicit a reaction from her after all, she knew that all too well. He was showing his displeasure with her by acting like a floozy, showing off, grabbing attention like his drama loving uncle. He wanted a reaction from her so that he could appease his own discontent, but she wouldn't give it to him any longer. No she would twist her own displeasure into a sick form of possessiveness. A sultry smile forming on her face as her eyes shined with darkness. Her imagination starting to run wild as everyone around her could feel sweat build up on their neck, Rias in particular wondering what the hell was going on with her mother.

Why was Venelana experiencing such sudden and weird mood shifts?

Down on the battlefield, Y/N used his experience to hype up the crowd as much as possible. Showing off his sword, and body to all who wished to look. Using every ounce of power he commanded as a son of Aphrodite to keep their attention. He wanted the whole world to know he was back, he wasn't going to just come back quietly. No it had to be a spectacle! It'd be more fun that way. If he had to do this, the least he could do was make his re-entrance to the supernatural society enjoyable.

Finally though Riser started to appear from across the way, exiting out of his own tunnel with a flash of fire and a toss of his sun soaked hair. His face set in a permanent wide smile as he threw his arms up expecting cheers to come.

"Now on the right we have RISER PHENEX! Who is defending his right to marry Rias Gremory!"

Except to spite his expectations not a single onlooker was focused on him during this moment, no they were all focused on Y/N still. Riser's entrance getting completely overlooked, which led to him feeling a little ticked off, his ego wounded by the fact that Y/N was receiving all the fanfare. The crowd was in his favor, and so was the announcer from the differences in their introductions.