The Death We Seek

Good Intentions Accompany Misfortune [Chapter 2]

"How strong was he, Grayfia?"

"I would estimate around a Super-Class human magician. The problem lies in that barrier he cast. I do not believe that anything short of multiple God-Class suicide techniques could even crack it."

"I estimated around the same. Issei Hyoudou is interesting, especially with all this mystery. He has a defined existence, as his killing intent showed us. But he also evaded any scans and reconnaissance we performed before transferring ownership of Kuoh. I also don't believe even Michael could cast a barrier that strong. Gabriel and Raphael may be capable of such, as the main supporting angels of Heaven, but it is unprecedented. Even as Heaven was under assault, no such barrier was recorded by our forces. "

"Would you like me to have him under surveillance?"

"At his level, he could deceive any tail we place on him. It would be pointless, even if you did so yourself. I will contact Azazel about any holy barriers he knows of, and we will rely on Rias and Sona to keep an eye on things."

"Very well, Sirzechs."

Issei had some time to think on the way home. Plans to concoct, his path forward, how to develop his relationships with the devils into friendship. He had lots to do, and now he had the time to do it.

At current, his body was reinforced to the durability and strength of a Middle-Class supernatural entity. He had 6 days until he could use his Balance Breaker, the epitome of the Boosted Gear's strength.

His magical capabilities were still limited to the atmosphere around him, but was at the destructive level of Ddraig in his prime. The amount of humans, devils, and demigods he had to carve through to get to any amount of mirages were far too much.

Issei's first order of business after obtaining Balance Breaker would be to attune to his Eternal Flame, the gift he had received from Lady Amaterasu of the Shinto Faction before her passing. He could then use it as a catalyst for his flame magics, and would not have to worry about his reserves or draining the atmosphere empty.

He had a lot of gifts he had to attune properly to. Some, he did not have the chance to manifest in his past life. Others, he simply could not. Limited by only his will, the Gift of God would surely help, alongside Ddraig and Elsha.

He should be able to communicate with her and Belzard in 6 days, so he can arrange his disgusting power properly. It would be necessary.

Oh. He had been stood outside his front door for an hour, strategising and thinking about mundane matters too.

He opened said door, greeted his loving parents, exchanged a few words about his lack of perversity and left to his room. Specifically because he had a fool to make of himself at this time.

"Will you prove worthy?"

".."

"Damn."

Damn indeed. He would need a specially crafted weapon to handle the mirages. Ascalon, strong as it was and how well it had served him, was not enough. He may need an audience with the Vulcan, the blacksmith of Olympus. Hephaestus.

If he could receive ten, twenty or fifty legendary weapons and fuse them all together in a balance, he could create a tool strong enough to withstand Belzard's power. It would be needed, alongside the loyal demonic sword he had just tried to summon, granted by Falbium Asmodeus and Ajuka Beelzebub. It kept trying to corrupt his mind and it stung like nothing else, but by Satan was it sharp and efficient.

Losing himself to his plans and recording everything in a notebook, he dulled his mind of thought.

Elsewhere, Rias Gremory awoke with a splitting headache and a note pinned to her forehead with minor magic. It simply read: