You are Phantom Lucifer or (Y/N) (L/N) as you wish to be called. You are son of Devil Supreme Mephistopheles and have moved to Kuoh to continue your education and to search the suspicious rise in Abyssal and supernatural activity in the city but thi...
A/N : hey guys Knightmare here hope you're all having a wonderful day and here we are with the second chapter of "The Undead Devil" now without further ado. Enjoy.
Rias POV
We were watching (Y/N) as he confronted the priest.
Freed : Freed Sellzen at your service. And I guess you're the bitch I have to exorcise.
(Y/N) : by all means......try.
Freed didn't look like he liked his comment and charged at him and stabbed him in the chest.
Freed : gotcha. Huh?
His light sword suddenly disappeared and turned into a small black needle that (Y/N) was holding.
(Y/N) : see this needle? It's all the Holy power in that sword. Pretty pathetic if you ask me.
Freed just stepped back and started shooting (Y/N) with his gun and all of his bullets were shot right at his face. But the bullets had no effect so he took out another gun and started firing again. But that didn't work either. So (Y/N) casually walked towards Freed and took his guns.
(Y/N) : looks like your guns are broken. Let me fix them.
Some black shadow thing started to emit from his hand and went to the guns and the guns started changing shape and after a few seconds their change was finished.
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Freed : what the-
(Y/N) : now let's try this again.
He then shot Freed in the arm making him scream in agony.
Freed : AHH......WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY DOES IT BURN?!
(Y/N) : they now fire hell shots. works pretty well surprisingly. I might keep them as a souvenir.
Freed : you think you're so clever huh?! I'll rip you apart.
Freed then took out another light sword and swung it at (Y/N) but he just caught it with his bare hand and pushed Freed back.
Freed : just die already!
He took a couple of swings at (Y/N) which none of them affected him in the slightest. After a minute or two the priest had finally grown tired and was panting out of exhaustion.
(Y/N) : are you done?
Freed : no. *pant* I must *pant* kill *pant* YOU!
(Y/N) : great.....another one of these ones. Unfortunately for you I don't have time for this shit.
Freed : you can't escape me. I'll find you and I'll-*(Y/N) aims a gun at his head*
(Y/N) : sorry, you thought I'm going to run? Sorry to mislead you. Now......say your last prayers priest. Because where you're going......no one's going to answer them.
