Lily couldn't explain how she felt at that moment. It was as if her senses had been corrupted, heightened. She thought she could crush her former self with a snap of her fingers.
It felt good.
Her magic was more uncontrollable, more wild. But she managed to keep it in check; she didn't want any accidental magic problems, like the ones she had when she was ten years old.
"I feel... strong," she said aloud.
The truth was that she felt other things too. She felt anger and lust bubbling up inside her—greed hidden beneath the rest.
"Well, you certainly are powerful," said Altair. "I think I underestimated how much your strength would increase," said the boy. "First, you changed races, and second, the piece increased your power exponentially," he commented.
Lily agreed with him. If he had used the piece on a devil, it would not have increased her strength as much as it did with her.
A feeling of heaviness filled her chest.
If she had had that strength before, perhaps Harry would still be alive.
"I feel my magic divided in two, but still as one," she said. Mundane magic and devil magic were in her body. Although devil magic was superior to the first, it did not overwhelm it.
"Honestly, I've always felt my magic this way, so I can't help you much," Altair said. "I only know that devil magic is more related to the soul."
Lily listened carefully. She knew a little about that kind of magic, more because of Voldemort than of her own volition. She had never been very involved in that branch of magic, even though her own birth stemmed from it.
She didn't want her pain to lead her to try to bring Harry back, as her father had done with his sister.
Lily wondered if, considering he was a pseudo-devil, Voldemort still kept his Horcruxes. It was somewhat absurd to think about that possibility. It was very likely that with his information about devils, he had taken the Horcruxes to another level.
Altair had taken Helga's cup, and Albus had destroyed it, just as he had destroyed the locket. Even Harley had destroyed Tom Riddle's diary.
Lily shook her head. This was not the time to start inquiring about Tom Riddle's possible moves.
"Is there somewhere I can train?" she asked.
"I can ask. I'm curious to see what you can do," said Altair, as he called Rias.
Lily didn't dare cast a spell, not even a simple one. She didn't know what this new energy in her body was like, and she didn't want to put anyone in the house at risk.
"Rias will lend us a training ground in the underworld," Altair said. "Do you want to go now or—"
"Yes, the sooner I can test myself, the better. I don't feel entirely comfortable without knowing my capabilities," Lily began.
The woman watched as Altair continued his call. She had never found him so... hot. The shape of his shoulders, his broad back. Even his butt was quite pleasing to the eye. His hands holding the W-phone as he called. The way he smiled. All of that sparked a small fire inside Lily.
The devil had to breathe to control herself. It wasn't that she had never inappropriately seen the young man before. But she had never thought of jumping on him to fuck him.
"We'll go to the Kuoh Academy first, then Rias will take us to the underworld," Altair extended his hand in her direction.
She took it; it was warm. His fingers were long and considerably thick, but not enough to call them fat. For a moment, she imagined those fingers caressing her—
"Altair!" A girl with crimson hair approached Lily's owner. The word sent a rush of excitement through her that she could barely hide.
"Red," Altair said affectionately.
Lily thought she would feel jealous of how he addressed her. He had never called Lily that, despite her red hair. But it wasn't jealousy she felt, it was something like a competitive flame. It had been a long time since she had felt that desire to win. The last time was with Alice, when she wanted to break all the records the girl had set during her time at Hogwarts.
She did so, of course, although she had to restrain herself a little so as not to attract attention. At that moment, she didn't know she was Dumbledore's daughter and didn't want to face all the purebloods who would undoubtedly seek to persecute her.
"Lily-san," Rias said with a tense smile.
"Rias-san, you look happier," Lily said lightly. The girl blushed and looked at Altair for a second before turning her gaze to the ground.
"Hey, let's go to the training ground. I'm curious about the queen of Altair," the girl said as she walked toward her nobility.
Lily looked at the brown-haired boy, Issei, or something like that was his name. He couldn't take his eyes off her breasts. He had a magnetic aura around him, even though he was pretty average physically. That aura made him attractive, but it was like a small flame in front of the volcano that was Altair.
She looked at him with narrowed eyes; the boy finally met her gaze and then looked away.
"Let's go, Rias-san," the young heiress heard her and activated a transportation circle.
Lily had studied that magic before, seeking to apply it with her own magic. But now she could practice it without any problems. It was more stable than apparition, but not as useful in direct combat; she could apply both depending on the situation.
The training ground was a vast expanse of land enclosed by walls. It was empty, not a soul training there.
Lily took out her wand, made of willow with hair from a Thestral's tail. It had been with her her whole life. She felt a little sad when she saw that the wand no longer gave off the same welcoming vibe it used to.
"Bombarda," she chanted.
An enormous crater appeared several meters in front of her.
She looked to her side. Altair had cast a shield to protect himself from the resulting debris. Lily hadn't put much magic into the spell, but it was still stronger than when she was just a witch.
Crack!
Lily looked up at the sky, even though the sound came from near her palm. She didn't want to look down and see her broken wand. Her fingers moved over the wood and found the place where the wand had broken. She put it away in her tunic.
"Reparo," she cast another spell, this time using only her hand.
She watched with satisfaction as the debris returned to the place from which it had flown. It was as if time in the world had begun to reverse.
"Wow!" she heard Rias say. "That's pretty powerful," the girl praised her.
Lily didn't respond, just looked at her hand and frowned.
She hadn't used any overly complicated spells, yet she had used up a massive amount of her magical reserves. It wasn't that she had few reserves and would hardly notice the loss in a fight, but before, her control, even in wandless magic, had little waste. And she said little because perfection didn't exist.
Controlling devil magic is much more complicated; it was almost as if it wanted only to destroy.
"Altair," she called to her king. She could feel a bond between them.
Altair didn't control her, no, but she somehow felt that he was in charge.
"Yes, Lily?" he asked.
"I want to fight," she said, looking directly at Rias.
She was a woman in her forties wanting to fight a young girl, which was absurd.
But at that moment, they were both devils; they would live for hundreds of years so that a twenty-year difference would be nothing in the future.
"Eh, well, Lily-san, if that's what you want," Rias said. Altair shrugged.
"Lily, fight against all of Rias' nobility," Altair said.
She nodded. Before playing with holy magic, she could fight against devils of a higher class than her own. Now, even without holy magic, she felt she could fight on equal terms against those of her own rank.
But deep down, she knew that even though Rias was a pure-blooded devil and Lily had just been reincarnated less than an hour ago, she was much stronger than the Gremory heiress.
'It remains to be seen whether that power of destruction can tip the scales in her favor,' Lily thought.
"Are you sure?" asked Rias, perhaps a little hurt.
"Yes, Rias, fight," he said.