Deepest Darkness

•§• 1. The Demon

1. The Demon

"Voldigoad."

Twin, cherry-red eyes, open to the sound of that name. The owner of said eyes looked rather laissez faire in his own actions. An elbow to his desk with his enclosed fist gently pressed against the right side of his face. To his left was the source of his attention.

"Yes?" He responds as if he already knows what is being asked of him. Hushed whispers bounce around the room and even less quiet answers follow.

"Question seven. Do you have an answer for—"

"The answer I believe you're looking for is welting." His words were dipped in an untold but not unfounded confidence. They were unmatched; unchallenged. This truth was one the class knew well.

"That is..." The teacher who called upon him prompted a slight pause. She gave the book in hand a quick look over and nods to herself, "correct, but please, Voldigoad. Do try to keep your eyes open for my lecture. If only to set a good example for your peers."

"Of course," Was the reply that grazed the teacher's ears. The woman seems to be satisfied and continues on with her lesson.

Few students turn to their fellow peer, whether in awe or anger. Only a handful glare. Burning holes to the back of his head and somehow he remained unbothered.

The atmosphere had already been set and there was nothing more that needed to be said. This was a common occurrence, if nothing else. He glances at the clock on the wall— something he finds himself doing more often. Less than ten minutes left for class.

A sudden mental chuckle follows. What he would have given to experience this in his first life. A simple school life, one not plagued with war and strife. Did he even deserve such a thing?

This life, he meant.

Anos Voldigoad; the man who crushed fate under his heel. Wiping clean such a providence from under his boot— he felt for one of the rare times in his new and old life; undeserving.

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Fate hated her. It just had to.

Power, fame and wealth. She had all three and more. Yet, misfortune followed her. Hunted her. Eager to rip her to shreds and leave her for the crows to feast upon.

And while it made for a good anime. She thought fate to be a curse and nothing more.

Rias Gremory was a girl who was also a devil. She was also extraordinary in her own ways. Someone who would gladly give her own life to those she held dear. A young lady of high class. A King with much to gain; and to lose. An heiress of proper upbringings, and upon the many regal titles— an otaku. She would never admit to the last one though.

Above all else, Rias Gremory was determined to change her fate. To destroy it with her own two hands. Leaving it in ruin, in its destruction.

'President,' Rias felt her small smile rise, somewhat, "you were right. The pervert does indeed have the scent of a dragon.'

Her Rook, Koneko. She mentally messaged her report, there was detachment in her voice which was oh so familiar to the red King. A tune that Rias wished to change but she had no such luck. Koneko was never one for needless chitchat. She was blunt in every sense of the word.

'Thank you, Koneko. Continue being my eyes and ears. If anything happens to him then inform me posthaste.' Rias regally gave her instructions.