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"If she does choose you," the devil's face had turned crafty, and there was a certain perversity in that expression that should not have belonged to a being of his station, "you will tell me all about it, won't you?"
He twitched.
He would not judge. He would not judge. He would not judge.
If Sirzechs Lucifer was humble and modest in his approach, then Riser Phenex was on the opposite end of the spectrum entirely. Roguishly handsome, with a fitting scar to match, the devil virtually oozed confidence. The arrogance he carried like a cloak wrapped around his body, and he could almost feel the haughtiness radiating from his body in waves. The presence within him laughed, mocked that arrogance, and filled his mind with images of how to violate said arrogance.
Some of those images he would rather have not seen.
The agreed upon battlefield was fairly mundane, as battlefields tended to be. It reminded him somewhat of the Kuoh Academy's school grounds and the surrounding districts. Parts of the landscape were covered with buildings, no doubt summoned there to grant cover for the combatants. Other areas were relatively open, providing zones where opponents could duel in with space to spare.
They were in one such area now, the two opposing peerages, facing each other, gauging each other's strength while their respective masters exchanged words, though in Riser's case they were more akin to boasts. He ignored them. Their words did not concern him, and he instead took the time to study the enemies that he was supposed to fight.
Rias had not been lying when she said their opponent's peerage consisted entirely of female devils. He could even count twins amongst their number, two sets of them, and inwardly he shook his head. Debauchery, it seemed, was prevalent among devils as well as demons.
His eyes roamed across them, studying the way they carried themselves, memorizing the weapons some of them wielded. A few of them gazed curiously back. He could understand. His inclusion into Rias's peerage had only been a recent affair. Then those few started to smile at him, not in a good way, and that was when he realized the conversation had somehow had turned to become about him.
"And where did you get this one?" Riser was in the middle of saying, "He looks too scrawny to be a Rook. You must really have been desperate, Rias. Taking trash off the streets and converting them to be in your peerage."
Out of all those assumptions, he was rather surprised the devil had only gotten one right.
"Do not underestimate him," Rias replied stoically, "You would be surprised at his power."
That was an understatement, and he found himself being amused by it.
"Power?" Riser spread his arms wide, "Power beats within our blood, Rias. We have always been gifted it from our forefathers, the true, pureblooded devils. It does not come from humans and their resurrected ilk. Tradition dictates that we are the superior beings, and that we are the rightful rulers of the Underworld. Judging from the servants you choose to uplift, I see that tradition holds no sway in the Gremory Household. But that is of no consequence," the male devil smirked, "For once this battle ends, you will be my wife and we will have ample time to discuss matters of tradition. In bed, perhaps. Naked, preferably. With you on top, and me on the bottom."
He could literally hear Issei grinding his teeth beside him. Riser noticed, and his smirk grew.
"Though if you are the submissive type, I will not mind if you choose to be on the bottom."
He sighed and placed a hand on Issei's shoulders, pressing firmly down and preventing the anger from rising to unbearable levels. The boy snapped a startled look at him.
"Focus."
"Yeah. Right," the Pawn nodded, somewhat numbly, "Thanks."
He ignored him and turned to the feminine figure standing by his other side.
"When is all this going to end?"
Akeno reluctantly tore her gaze away from what could only be the opposing Queen. The look she gave him could almost be described as affectionate.
"What is?"
He inclined his head towards Riser, who had now rambled on to another subject entirely.
"The talking."
"Impatient, are we?" she teased.
The demon's broiling anger could be loosely defined as such.
"Somewhat."
"Officially the Rating Game has already started," the beautiful girl smiled, "but it is custom for the masters of two peerages to exchange greetings before the fighting begins. It would be seen as dishonorable to interrupt, and it would taint your reputation as a devil if you attack while the exchange is still going on."
"But the tarnishing of that reputation would be meaningless to someone who does not wish to remain a devil," he mentioned.
"Yes," Akeno nodded, "I suppose you're right," and then her features lit up with realization, "Oh my, Arisato-kun, what are you planning to do?"
He shrugged.
"This."
The blast of fire erupted from the ground below Riser's feet and engulfed him in full view of his peerage.
When their opponent emerged from the flames, he was no longer wearing the smirk. He imagined it would be hard to with half the devil's face a scorched, smoldering ruin. All of that had regenerated though, and their opponent had reappeared, pristine and seemingly unharmed. He was not surprised. Rias had mentioned that this would be one of his abilities.
Riser had scowled at him as soon as the last of his wounds healed.
"You."
He had nodded in acknowledgment at the accusation laden within that word.
"Me."
And then promptly engulfed his accuser in another pillar of searing heat.
That seemed to spurn both peerages into action, and the air around him grew thick with fired spells and dueling figures.
For all his arrogance, for all his pride, Riser Phenex was still no fool. As soon as he recovered from the second blast, the rival devil had immediately deduced that he would be the most dangerous piece and hastened to counter. The opposing King had pounced on the fact that as the newest member of Rias's peerage, he would not possess the same cohesiveness that kept the rest of her force working together as a team and slowly funneled him away from the main battlefield, where he hopefully he could be dealt with to the side.
It was why he was currently standing on open ground watching the battle move further and further away from him while the six figures hovering above watched him in return.
Four Pawns, a Rook, and a Knight. Two pieces to match his and four lesser ones just to make sure. He supposed he should be honored Riser deemed him such a threat.
It was a stalemate, and they knew it just as well as he did.
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