NAME: Arthur "Art" Pendragon
ALIAS: King Arthur's Descendant, Son of Satan, Red Dragon Emperor, The First God Killer, Archbishop, Vampire Slayer
AGE: 17
SPECIES: Draconic Cambion (Human - 35%, Devil - 35%, Dragon - 30%)
SEX: Male
HAIR COLOR: Crimson Red
EYE COLOR: Emerald Green
CLASS: High-Tier Ultimate-Class (w/ Boosted Gear: Mid-Tier Transcendental-Class)
OCCUPATION: Exorcist, Founder/Leader of C×C
AFFILIATION/FACTION: Himself, Pendragon Household, Heaven/Church, Counter Corps (C×C)
ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good
ABILITIES:
Natural-Born Holy Sword Wielder: Arthur is a natural-born Holy Sword wielder and can wield the Seven Excalibur Swords.
Touki: He possesses enormous Touki, achieved through rigorous physical training, and can generate wind pressure and crack the ground with a simple punch. It increases Arthur's physical prowess & durability, with his arm alone being enough to release a shockwave, causing Isaiah to be knocked unconscious and his armor to be shattered.
Dragon Heart: Grants the user enhanced physical capabilities & senses, and minor draconic features (ex., Dragon horns and Devil wings/tail have red scales).
Immense Demonic Power: As the firstborn son of Sirzechs Lucifer, he has extraordinary Demonic Power and talent superior to others, which he developed further through dedicated training since his time in the Pendragon Household.
Power of Destruction: Grants its users great offensive power and can annihilate things when used. Originally belonged to the Bael Clan.
- Destruction Blades: Summons ethereal swords that hover around the user and automatically cut down anything that causes harm.
- Arrow of Destruction: Summons an arrow that multiplies into thousands of identical arrows, destroying anything it hits.
Advanced Magic: Arthur studied various magics, such as Elemental Magic, Demonic Magic, and Light Magic. This was further advanced during his time being trained by Lavinia Reni and Georg.
- Open: Arthur can create and manipulate fire to form a long-range attack by chanting "Open" and forming an arrow before launching it. Its firepower is enough to pulverize an entire mountain. This spell was inspired by Sukuna's Cursed Technique.
Flight: Being a half-Devil, Arthur can fly using his 4 pairs of wings, in addition to the Dragon wings provided to him by the Boosted Gear: Scale Mail.
EQUIPMENT:
Boosted Gear (Sub-Species): One of the Thirteen Longinus that houses the spirit of Ddraig. It allows the user to double their powers every ten seconds without limit until the user reaches their limit, transfer the increased power to other people or items, store weapons and items, and let the user bypass all defenses. Due to being a Sub-Species, an additional ability was formed that allows the user to create multiple clones of themselves.
- Boosted Gear: Scale Mail: A Crest Side Balance Breaker. This generates a Dragon Armor while drastically increasing the user's power, abilities, speed, and defense. It also temporarily allows the user to use the power of the Boosted Gear without the 10-second interval.
- Double Dimension: Inspired by Vali Lucifer, this ability doubles the size of objects and living beings, and the user does not need to make any contact with the target to use this ability.
- Juggernaut Drive: This form temporarily removes the seal placed on the Heavenly Dragons, but the users will lose their sanity while their lives are devoured by the power. Arthur manages to solve this issue by using his large amount of demonic powers as an alternative source of power instead of his lifespan; however, if used for extended periods of time, it will eventually cause him to go berserk. Even after deactivation, Arthur suffered from immense exhaustion.
- Blazing Inferno of Scorching Flames: An ability that was sealed by the God of the Bible, which Arthur used when he's using his Juggernaut Drive form for the second time. Arthur releases a powerful breath of crimson fire that can incinerate anything, flames that never go out once ignited as they continue to burn even after being reduced to ashes and can probably burn the soul until nothing remains. The only existences known to be immune to these flames are Albion, Ophis, and Great Red. Its area of effect can cover an entire island.
- Longinus Smasher: It is a finishing move and one of Arthur's most powerful attacks, which opens a hidden launcher on his chest before releasing an enormous amount of destructive power, which can change the environment. When Arthur used it on King Tepes, the blast caused a bright red beacon that was seen and felt by nearly everyone within Romania.
- Welsh Inferno Dominator: An X Side Balance Breaker. This was created when Arthur thought, "What if I grant the Excalibur Swords a Scale Mail armor?". This new Balance Breaker temporarily fuses the Seven Excalibur Swords into one Excalibur and grants it the Boosted Gear's abilities. This also enhances Excalibur Swords' special abilities. Also, its appearance resembles Pyra's Aegis from Xenoblade Chronicles 2.
- Heavenly Dragon Ruler: This ability creates clones that are clad in Scale Mail armor.
- Heavenly Dragon Destruction: This ability generates a massive crimson slash projectile that destroys anything it makes contact with.
- Heavenly Dragon Rapidly: This ability causes multiple near-instantaneous cuts on the target when in contact with the blade.
- Heavenly Dragon Mimic: This ability copies objects that the user imagines. Arthur copied EMIYA (Archer)'s bow but with the Boosted Gear's features.
- Heavenly Dragon Transparency: This ability completely erases the wielder's presence so that even Ultimate-Class beings are unable to detect them.
- Heavenly Dragon Nightmare: This ability controls the five senses, allowing Arthur to make his enemies misperceive everything about someone or something: form, shape, mass, feel, smell, etc.
- Heavenly Dragon Blessing: This ability has a variety of effects. Arthur uses it to exorcise Balor from Connla's body.
Seven Excalibur Swords: Originally owned by King Arthur, it was unknowingly broken and reforged into seven Holy Swords. These swords possess a variety of special abilities.
- Excalibur Ruler: This Holy Sword controls all things its wielder desires.
- Excalibur Destruction: This Holy Sword causes destructive beams that shatter anything it touches.
- Excalibur Rapidly: This Holy Sword grants both the wielder and the blade enhanced speed.
- Excalibur Mimic: This Holy Sword transforms itself into any shape according to its wielder's desires.
- Excalibur Transparency: This Holy Sword allows the blade and its wielder to become invisible.
- Excalibur Nightmare: This Holy Sword allows the wielder to cast illusions and manipulate dreams.
- Excalibur Blessing: This Holy Sword relates to one's belief in the teaching of the religion, and it has been said that it mainly shows its effects when you use it during holy rituals. Arthur mostly uses it for recovery or exorcism.
Ophis' Blessing: Ophis granted Arthur her blessing in the form of a mark that bears resemblance to Meliodas' Dragon Sin Tattoo. Its effects are unknown.
Blood Relatives:
- Mother: Artoria Pendragon (Deceased)
- Uncle: Uther Pendragon
- Older Cousin: Kay Pendragon
- Younger Cousin: Morgan "Le Fay" Pendragon
- Father: Sirzechs Lucifer
- Stepmother: Grayfia Lucifuge
- Younger Half-Brother: Millicas Gremory
- Aunt: Rias Gremory
- Grandfather: Zeoticus Gremory
- Grandmother: Venelana Gremory
DxD
Omake 3: Heracles the Terrorist
FBI Headquarters, Washington, D.C.
Inside a room with a large oval table in the center, around it sat at least twelve personnel, all dressed in suits, folders, and tablets in front of them.
"Alright, people, let's go over this again."
Special Agent Thompson said.
He clicked a remote, and the screen behind him displayed a mugshot-like photo of a young man with a massive build, long grey hair, and a cocky smirk on his face.
"Subject: no official last name, calls himself 'Heracles'. Estimated age, late teens. Physically inhumanely strong based on eyewitness reports. Arrested at Athens International Airport three days ago, carrying what we initially believed was enough military-grade hardware to start a small war."
A young female analyst flipped open her folder, scanning through the report.
"Sir, we still haven't been able to verify his identity in any database. No school records, no birth certificate, nothing on Interpol's list. Fingerprints don't match any known criminal, no record of ever having applied for a passport, and yet he somehow managed to get on an international flight."
"Which means he's either off the grid, or someone is helping him stay that way."
Thompson muttered, his voice grave.
"And considering the amount of weapons he had in his possession, we cannot rule out the possibility of him being connected to a terror cell. The problem is-"
"The problem is, he doesn't act like any radicalized individual we've ever seen. Interrogation so far has yielded nothing. He's calm, confident, almost too confident for someone in custody. He cracks jokes, asks for more food, and when asked who he works for, he just says, and I quote, 'Yo Mama'."
Agent Miller interrupted.
Several people exchanged uneasy glances.
"Could be trained. Maybe a child soldier from some private paramilitary group. Physique matches someone who's been doing combat training for years."
Another agent said.
"But that doesn't explain his story about 'just wanting to get home to add these weapons to his collection. Who in their right mind calls a crate of C4 a collectible?"
The analyst said, shaking her head.
The room went silent for a moment before one of the junior agents raised a hand nervously.
"Sir, with all due respect, we've run into a dead end here. The subject refuses to cooperate, has no digital footprint, and no known associates, and yet we're treating him like a standard domestic threat. I think we should consider bringing in a profiler who specializes in-"
"No."
Thompson cut him off sharply.
"We do this by the book. The subject is a potential national security threat until proven otherwise. We're keeping him in holding until we can extract something useful. Miller, I want a full psychological profile by tomorrow morning. And I want a list of any and all black-market groups in Europe who might have access to the type of weaponry he was carrying."
"Yes, sir."
Miller replied, scribbling notes.
Another agent, Agent Ruiz, leaned forward.
"What about the possibility that he's not working alone? If he had that much firepower, there's a chance his group is still out there, waiting for him. This could be part of a bigger operation."
"That's what worries me, Ruiz. If this kid is just the courier, then the ones who sent him could still be planning something big. I want to know who paid for that arsenal, where it was headed, and why it was being moved now. Until we have answers, treat this as a potential Level Three threat scenario."
Thompson admitted, rubbing his temple.
Before anyone could respond, the door to the conference room flew open.
A younger agent, looking visibly panicked, rushed inside, almost tripping over himself as he spoke.
"Sir! The subject is gone!"
Everyone shot up from their seats.
"What do you mean he's gone?!"
Thompson barked.
"He was in holding less than ten minutes ago! Cameras went static, guards reported a purple gas covering the whole cell, and then nothing! No forced entry, no signs of struggle. He just… vanished!"
"Lock the building down! Check every exit, every security feed, every possible escape route. I want to know how the hell he got out of a maximum-security cell!"
Thompson ordered.
"Already done, sir. But there's no trace. He's just not there anymore."
The agent replied nervously.
The room filled with urgent chatter as everyone began scrambling.
Agents called for satellite scans, pulled out radios to coordinate with local field teams, and within minutes, Heracles' status was officially escalated to "Priority National Threat."
"Great. Now we have a teenage terrorist who can apparently vanish into thin air."
Thompson muttered under his breath, staring at Heracles' smirking face on the screen.
...
Meanwhile, back at Grauzauberer.
In the cozy dining hall, Heracles was sitting cross-legged on the floor, a plate stacked with food in front of him.
Arthur sat across from him, arms crossed, watching with a mixture of amusement and disbelief as Heracles casually recounted what had happened.
"So yeah. I was just minding my own business, trying to bring my stuff back to Greece. You know, a few guns, some ammo, maybe a few bricks of C4. Next thing I know, the airport security tackles me, calls me a terrorist, and locks me up. I swear, people are so sensitive these days."
Heracles said between bites of meat.
Arthur blinked slowly, then sighed.
"You tried to take what through an international airport?"
Heracles shrugged.
"Relax, it wasn't armed. It was just for my collection."
Across the table, Cao Cao facepalmed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Do you even hear yourself when you talk?"
"Hey, I was fine until they started asking too many questions. Then I figured I'd just wait for Georg to bail me out. Which he did. Thanks a bunch, by the way."
Heracles replied with a grin.
"Don't mention it... Ever."
Georg, who was too busy reading My Little Pony Fanfics in silence, just replied in indifference.
Regulus lifted his head from where he had been resting in the corner.
"You're an idiot, Heracles."
He said flatly before lying back down.
The rest of the boys nodded in agreement, and the table went silent.
Heracles just kept eating, completely unbothered.
As Heracles continued to eat happily, he was completely oblivious to the fact that somewhere across the ocean, the entire FBI was now looking for him.
DxD
Omake 4: Pokémon One
On top of the Empire State Building, smoke billowed from the ruins below as fires still raged across blocks.
Sirens wailed faintly in the distance, drowned out by the roar of the massive crowd filling the streets and rooftops as far as the eye could see.
They were cheering, screaming in unison, chanting one word like a battle cry.
"SHUCKLES! SHUCKLES! SHUCKLES!"
Mephisto stood at the very edge of the skyscraper's spire, his red and blue hair whipping wildly in the storm winds.
He held a single Pokéball in his hand, raising it high over his head.
"THE AGE OF PIKACHU HAS ENDED!"
He began, his voice magically amplified so it echoed through the entire city.
"NO MORE ELECTRIC RODENTS!"
The crowd erupted into cheers, stomping, clapping, and screaming.
"FOLLOW ME, AND SHUCKLES WILL REIGN SUPREME!"
Mephisto roared, his eyes gleaming with unhinged passion.
"RISE UP!"
The people below went wild, many throwing their hands up, some lifting Shuckle plushies, some holding banners painted with slogans like "SHUCKLE SUPREMACY" and "PURGE ALL PIKACHUS!"
"I WILL LEAD US ALL INTO THE FUTURE!"
Mephisto, standing like a prophet of doom, pressed the Pokéball against his chest.
There was a brilliant flash of light, a shockwave rolling out over the rooftops.
When the light faded, Mephisto was gone.
"I…"
In his place stood a massive, red-shelled Shuckle, its little yellow tendrils waving menacingly.
"AM…"
Its beady eyes glowed with unnatural power.
"SHUCKLE!!!"
Mephisto's voice boomed, distorted, and deeper now.
The crowd's roar reached a fever pitch, people screaming so loud it rattled windows.
Shuckle-Mephisto raised his tiny appendages toward the sky like a conquering emperor.
But then the clouds above began to churn, and dark storm clouds formed.
A massive bolt of lightning struck the building's antenna with an ear-splitting crack.
The crowd gasped as the lightning bolt didn't just fizzle away.
When the smoke cleared, standing there was a single figure.
A yellow rodent-like creature, clad in electricity, its tail resembles a lightning bolt.
It slowly raised its head, eyes glowing with determination.
Shuckle-Mephisto froze, his beady eyes widening in disbelief.
"Impossible…"
He whispered.
Then his voice rose in shock.
"Azazel… YOU have become Pikachu?!"
The Pikachu tilted its head; its voice was unmistakably Azazel's, calm but filled with disappointment.
"We could have catch 'em all together."
Pikachu-Azazel said, lightning dancing across his fur.
"I'll catch 'em all myself."
Shuckle-Mephisto stated, his tendrils flaring as energy radiated off his shell.
"AFTER I TEAR DOWN EVERYONE IN MY WAY!"
The air grew tense, static crackling, the rooftop trembling under the sheer power of the two Pokémon.
Then, without warning, both of them charged, the ground shattering beneath them.
Pikachu lunged, trailing lightning, while Shuckle-Mephisto unleashed a wave of glowing energy, their clash lighting up the street.
Meanwhile, a few rooftops away, Arthur and the others stood together, watching the apocalyptic battle with a mixture of awe and confusion.
"…How in the world did this happen?"
Arthur finally asked, his tone somewhere between disbelief and resignation.
Lavinia sighed deeply, rubbing her temples like she had a headache.
"Honestly... we have no idea."
She admitted.
"But from what I could piece together, it started with a drunken bet, then somehow involved a twelve-pack of Red Bulls, a broken Nintendo Switch, and… what was the last one?"
She asked Georg, who stood nearby.
"…Shrek Rule 34."
Georg replied without looking up from his book about Five Nights at Freddy's: Sex Edition.
Arthur stared at her for several seconds before nodding slowly.
"…Yeah, that tracks."
He reached out to Heracles, who was sitting cross-legged on a vent behind them with a bucket of popcorn, and grabbed a handful and leaned against the railing, eyes fixed on the battlefield as another shockwave ripped across the skyline.
"So... Who's winning?"
Arthur asked casually.
"Pkachu, obviously."
Heracles said through a mouthful of popcorn.
As another explosion rocked the city, Arthur just let out a long sigh.
"We're so not cleaning this mess up."
He said flatly.
Everyone agreed.
DxD
Omake 5: Good Luck, Son
At the Gremory Estate.
The massive mansion stood proudly amid its crimson gardens, the banners of the noble House of Gremory fluttering lazily in the gentle breeze.
The courtyard was filled with servants lined in formation, all awaiting the return of their master.
Moments later, a noble carriage descended from a crimson magic circle, landing smoothly before the estate's gates.
As the gates opened, stepping out first was the ever-elegant Grayfia Lucifuge.
Her silver hair shimmered like moonlight against her maid uniform, her expression calm yet graceful.
Following her was the man everyone in the Underworld revered, Sirzechs Lucifer.
The servants immediately bowed low, voices ringing in unison.
"Welcome home, Lord Lucifer! Lady Grayfia!"
Sirzechs smiled warmly, raising a hand politely.
"At ease, everyone. It's good to be home again."
Grayfia gave a polite nod, her usual composed demeanor unshaken despite the formal welcome.
But before either could take another step, the massive mansion doors swung open, and a flash of crimson hair dashed out.
"Onii-sama!"
Rias ran toward him, her red hair swaying as her bright blue eyes sparkled with joy.
Sirzechs barely had time to react before his little sister hugged his waist tightly, her face pressed against his coat.
"Welcome back, Onii-sama!"
Sirzechs blinked, momentarily stunned, before his own smile softened as he gently placed a hand on her head, ruffling her hair.
"It's good to see you, too, Rias."
Externally, he was calm, but internally, his mind was overreacting.
(She's too cute! How can anyone be this adorable?! My little sister has grown so much! I must protect her forever! No evil shall ever lay a hand on her, not while I draw breath!)
Grayfia, standing just behind him, glanced at her husband with her usual cool gaze, easily reading every single thought that passed through his head.
A tiny sigh escaped her lips before she spoke, her tone polite.
"It's good to see you again, Lady Rias. You've grown even more beautiful since we last met."
"Thank you, Grayfia-san!"
Rias said, beaming.
Grayfia smiled faintly and then turned to Sirzechs.
"If you'll excuse me, my lord, I will go and check on little Millicas. I'm sure he'll be delighted to see you later."
Sirzechs nodded with his usual gentle smile.
"Of course, dear. I'll join you soon."
Grayfia bowed slightly and left, her heels softly clicking as she disappeared down the hallway.
Meanwhile, Rias tugged on Sirzechs' sleeve, her excitement returning full force.
"So, tell me, how was your trip, big brother? Did you visit any new factions? Did you bring me any gifts? Oh, and what about the other Satans?"
Sirzechs chuckled warmly as they walked into the grand hall together.
"Well, Ajuka was as distracted as ever, Serafall found something interesting in the Human World, and Falbium mostly napped. As for gifts..."
He gestured to one of his attendants, who presented a box containing Japanese snacks.
"From what I heard from Akeno, I believe this is something you like."
Rias gasped with delight.
"You remembered! Thank you, Onii-sama!"
Her joy was infectious, and Sirzechs felt an immense wave of happiness.
Today seemed perfect… until Rias tilted her head curiously.
"By the way, Onii-sama, I heard something interesting. They say you have a son! His name is Arthur, right? What's he like? Can Millicas and I meet him?"
Sirzechs froze mid-step.
His face didn't move, but his eyes darted rapidly.
A faint bead of sweat trailed down the side of his forehead.
"Ah hehe... R-Rias… w-where did you hear that from?"
He asked with a strained laugh.
Rias blinked, confused.
"Um… I think I overheard one of the servants talking. Something about 'Arthur Pendragon the Vampire Slayer'."
Before Sirzechs could even begin to formulate an excuse, a deep, familiar voice spoke from behind them.
"Ahem."
Both turned to see Zeoticus Gremory, their father, standing near the grand staircase, arms crossed, his expression caught somewhere between stern and amused.
"Rias, shouldn't you be studying right now?"
Rias froze on the spot, her happy demeanor vanishing instantly.
"Eh? But Father… I was just welcoming Onii-sama! Can't I take a little break?"
Zeoticus sighed.
"Your mother and I have been very clear. Your studies come first. No excuses, young lady."
Rias pouted, her lower lip trembling.
"But studying is so boring…"
"No buts. Please escort young lady Rias back to her room."
Zeoticus replied firmly, signaling to one of the servants.
"Yes, Lord Gremory."
As the servant approached, Rias gave one last look at her brother, puffing her cheeks in protest.
"Nii-sama! Save me!"
Sirzechs gave a helpless smile and waved weakly.
"Sorry, Rias. Maybe later."
Rias sighed dramatically as she was led away, muttering about unfair treatment and boring lectures.
Once she was gone, Zeoticus turned to Sirzechs, his tone soft but serious.
"Welcome home, son. But as much as I wanted to hear about your work, I need you to come with me. There's something I want you to see."
Sirzechs, still slightly uneasy, nodded.
"Of course, Father."
They walked through the quiet hallways of the estate, the silence only broken by the faint sound of distant servants working.
After a few minutes, Sirzechs realized the direction they were taking, and the familiarity of the path made him frown.
"Father… why are we heading toward your and Mother's chambers?"
Zeoticus didn't answer immediately.
He seemed nervous, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he kept walking.
When they finally stopped before the large, ornate double doors, Zeoticus hesitated, cleared his throat, and then opened them slightly.
"Here we are."
He said, his voice unusually tight.
Sirzechs blinked, now feeling an inexplicable sense of dread.
"…Father? What's the meaning of this?"
Zeoticus avoided eye contact.
"Good luck, my son."
He muttered quickly before pushing Sirzechs through the doorway and closing it behind him.
Sirzechs blinked, turning back to the closed door in confusion.
"Good luck? What-"
"Sirzechs~"
The voice was gentle, elegant, and filled with unmistakable hostility.
Sirzechs froze.
His entire body went stiff as he slowly turned his head toward the sound.
There, sitting gracefully on a chair near the window, was Venelana Gremory.
Her flaxen hair glowed in the light, her calm eyes fixed sharply on him as she closed the book she had been reading.
"M-Mother… Good afternoon."
Sirzechs said softly, his voice almost trembling.
Venelana smiled, a smile that did not reach her eyes.
"My, my, it's been quite some time since you last visited, my dear son. We have a lot to talk about."
She rose from her chair, her steps slow and deliberate.
"Particularly about this unknown grandson of mine and how you decided to keep the poor boy away from everyone in the Underworld, including his own family."
Sirzechs went pale as his heart sank.
(Shit.)
Venelana stopped just a few feet away from him, her elegant presence radiating power.
"Now, Sirzechs… do you have anything to say in your defense, hmm?"
Sirzechs opened his mouth to speak.
"..."
But he had nothing to say.
Venelana narrowed her eyes and took off one of her slippers.
"Very well, then... Assume the position."
...
Outside the chamber, Zeoticus flinched as a muffled scream echoed through the mansion.
Then another.
And another.
The entire estate fell silent as the sound of Sirzechs' agonized yells of panic rang through every hall.
Rias, sitting at her desk alongside Akeno as she was doodling on her notes, froze mid-doodle.
"Oh no…"
She muttered softly as Akeno looked towards the source of the noises.
Her face heated up a bit as she thought.
(Ara ara~)
Grayfia, meanwhile, had just stepped out of Millicas' room after tucking him in.
She closed the door quietly, hearing the distant echo of her husband's screams reverberating through the halls.
She sighed deeply, pressing a hand to her forehead.
"Honestly, my dear, you brought this upon yourself."
After a pause, she clasped her hands together in silent prayer.
"May you at least survive the night."
And as the echoes of Sirzechs Lucifer's torment continued to haunt the halls, the servants quietly resumed their duties, pretending not to hear anything at all.
DxD
Hello readers!
Here's the first bonus chapter, but the second bonus chapter is not in here.
It's actually on my JJK fanfic, Okkotsu Yuta: The King Of Sorcerers... which is in the process of being remade... again....
The reason I got back to this fanfic is because of the newly released JJK sequel, Jujutsu Kaisen Modulo.
(!!!SPOILER ALERT!!!)
In my personal opinion, I have mixed feelings about it.
On one hand, I'm glad that JJK is back and my favorite JJK character, Yuta, married Maki, my favorite JJK waifu.
On the other hand, I felt like it's unnecessary, especially the additional threat of aliens... out of all things.
I really hope this isn't gonna be another B*r*t* scenario, which is 100% an Infinite Tsukuyomi dream, in my opinion.
But never mind my ranting, just see for yourself and comment down below on how you feel about the sequel.
Thank you, everyone, and see you later!