Sho was currently in class, staring out the window while the rest of the students chattered and gossiped, waiting for the teacher who still hadn't arrived. Meanwhile, Issei sat restlessly, his eyes darting toward every girl in the room, wide and desperate, as if searching for an antidote to a deadly illness.
"Guys… I think I need to see some titties or I might actually die," Issei muttered. His mind was still tangled up with the confusion of yesterday's events. On top of that, when he asked his two friends, Motohama and Matsuda, about Yuuma Amano, both swore they had never even heard of that name nor saw her.
That left Issei with only one conclusion—everything that happened was just a dream. A cruel, perverted dream. But what made him truly angry was this: If it was a dream, why the hell wasn't I allowed to squeeze some boobs? If it was his own dream, wasn't it his right to do at least that? Instead, all he got was death.
Still, a dangerous thought slipped into his head—but what if I could control that dream? Just the possibility made him drool, imagining all the dirty things he could do if it happened again.
Motohama and Matsuda glanced at Issei, who was already lost in his own perverted daydreams.
"Maybe we shouldn't have shown him those uncensored DVDs," Motohama whispered.
"You're right," Matsuda replied with a resigned nod.
...
Classes finally ended, and Sho made his way toward the school gate. Just as he was about to step outside, he halted mid-stride. Standing a short distance away was a man in a long coat and a wide-brimmed hat, his presence almost too deliberate to ignore.
Sho's eyes narrowed. "Dohnaseek… why the hell is he here?" he muttered under his breath, instantly recognizing the fallen angel. But then, as he followed the man's line of sight, a realization struck him—Dohnaseek wasn't here for just anyone. His attention was fixed squarely on Issei.
"Tch… I totally forgot to tell Azazel what those idiots actually pulled on Issei," Sho hissed quietly, irritation bubbling up. "And now it looks like they've figured out he's still alive. So this bastard's probably here to try his luck again."
Without wasting a second, Sho slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He scrolled swiftly before pressing call to Azazel.
Sho trailed behind Issei at a steady pace, his voice low as he spoke into the phone. He explained everything—how Raynare had disguised herself as Yuuma Amano, lured Issei into a trap, and tried to kill him, and now how Dohnaseek seemed to be watching Issei closely, waiting for another chance.
On the other end of the call, Azazel's tone was sharp, barely holding back his irritation. "Those damn fools… I told them not to act recklessly! Sho, listen—protect the kid. I'll send someone right away to catch those bastards."
Sho, however, cut him off firmly. "No need. I'll bring them in myself. Besides… I want to test how my Sacred Gear works in real combat."
There was a pause, Azazel clearly weighing his words, the silence filled with tension. Finally, he let out a long sigh. "…Fine. I'll trust you on this one. But remember, if things get out of hand since they won't surrender that easily and Probably give excuses so simply tell them I sent you. Use my name, make them surrender quietly. And if it's still get's dangerous—just run."
Sho smirked faintly, slipping his phone back into his pocket.
" I doubt it'll come to that." Sho muttered.
He kept on following issei as they reached the same park where he was killed by Raynare.
Issei looked around juggling his memories of Yuuma Amano.
While Sho, concealed behind a tree under the cover of his stealth cloak, scanned the area for Dohnaseek. A moment ago the fallen had been in sight, but now he seemed to have completely vanished. Or so Sho thought—until the air shimmered, and suddenly a thick magic barrier snapped into place around the park, cutting it off from the outside world.
"Well, well… seems like Raynare didn't finish the job properly," a deep voice echoed as a man in a coat and wide-brimmed hat stepped into view. The atmosphere grew heavy, the pressure of the barrier making it clear this was no simple attack.
"Wait—you're a man?! Where's the hot chick with the huge boobs?!" Issei shouted in panic, his priorities as twisted as ever.
"Pathetic bug," Dohnaseek sneered, raising his hand as a glowing light spear materialized. Without hesitation, he hurled it straight at Issei. The boy didn't even register when it pierced clean through his abdomen.
"Gahhhh!" Issei collapsed, clutching at the wound as blood began to spill, pooling rapidly beneath him. "F-fuck… this dream… why does it hurt so much…?" he groaned, his voice trembling in disbelief and agony as he collapsed to the ground.
Dohnaseek stepped forward slowly, his expression cold and merciless. "I will not repeat Raynare's mistake. This time… I'll finish the job properly."
Just as he raised another spear, a sudden burst of water exploded against him with a violent splash, knocking him a step back.
"Who's there?!" Dohnaseek snarled, his eyes darting through the mist of water. From the shadows, a cloaked figure flickered into view for the briefest moment before vanishing again.
Dohnaseek staggered slightly, droplets of water dripping from his coat. The attack hadn't hurt him in the slightest, but what unsettled him was far worse—he couldn't see his opponent, couldn't sense his presence, not even the faintest trace of energy. Whoever this cloaked figure was, they weren't fighting seriously. They were toying with him.
A chill ran down Dohnaseek's spine. He clicked his tongue, unwilling to gamble his life against an unknown threat. Without a second thought, he leapt upward, black crow-like wings unfurling from his back as he shot into the night sky. Within moments, he was gone, the oppressive atmosphere of the barrier dispersing along with him.
Sho, still cloaked, lowered his hand and blinked in confusion. "...Wait. Why did he run away?"
"That attack was weak as hell… it's the first time I've even tried using it, so of course I couldn't launch it right. I kinda just threw it out in a hurry to distract him"
Sho looked down at his palm, stretched his fingers. The attack had been sloppy, his first real attempt at turning that kind of magic into an offensive attack.
Meanwhile, high above the city, Dohnaseek's thoughts raced as he fled. That wasn't a simple attack. He hid his presence completely, struck without warning, and then vanished. Whoever he was… he was playing with me. If I'd stayed any longer, I'd be dead.
Back at the park, Sho crouched beside Issei once more and poured the healing potion on issei.
Then summoned a splash of water, washing away the blood from Issei's shirt and the dark stains on the ground. With the traces of battle erased, Sho straightened up, his eyes narrowing.
" Time to hunt for crows " Sho muttered as he left the scene.
As for the base For Crows It was Abandoned old church.
Moments later, Issei stirred with a groan. He blinked blearily, fingers brushing over the hole in his shirt where blood still lingered—but his skin was smooth, unscarred. "What the hell…?" he whispered, baffled by the sudden recovery and once again accepted it was a dream or hallucination.
Then, as if snapping back to his usual self, Issei clenched his fists and muttered, "I need to squeeze some breasts ASAP, or I'm gonna lose it!" With that, he bolted off toward his house, completely oblivious to the reality or was it dream.
.....
At the abandoned church, the heavy doors slammed open as Dohnaseek stormed inside, his expression uncharacteristically shaken.
"Dohnaseek, did something happen?" Kalawarna a Buxom women with long navy blue hair asked, rising to her feet as she noticed his nervous demeanor.
"Where is Raynare?" he demanded sharply.
Kalawarna frowned. "At least tell me what happened first—"
"Just tell me where she is!" Dohnaseek snapped, his voice carrying both urgency and unease.
"I'm here," Raynare's voice echoed as she emerged from the underground basement, her eyes narrowing at the sight of her flustered comrade.
"Raynare… I think we should change our location," Dohnaseek said, his tone unusually grave.
"Why?" Raynare asked, confused.
"I don't know myself," he admitted, glancing back at the door as though expecting someone to follow. "But I've got a bad feeling… like something dangerous is already watching us."
Meanwhile, outside the church, just a few meters away, Sho slowly approached, his steps steady as he conversed with the system in his mind.
"Are you sure it won't create any problems combining Leviathan's power with the Sacred Gear?" Sho asked silently.
> Unnamed Sacred Gear[Img]
Created by Azazel
Specially designed to merge with Leviathan's power so practically no problems should emerge except for some technical issues which can be fixed by the creator himself.
Also Sacred will boost the output power along with granting greater control and stability.
Does Host wish to proceed with the merge?
YES / NO
Sho's eyes narrowed at the prompt. His hand hovered for a second as if he could press an invisible button in the air.
By then, he had reached the church door, and from inside, the fallen angels noticed a tall shadow cast across the entrance from the harsh sunlight. The silhouette stretched ominously across the floor, making them freeze for a moment.
"Who's there?" Kalawarna muttered under her breath, her wings twitching slightly in unease.
Dohnaseek squinted at Sho, still uneasy. Was it really him—the same shadow from before? The doubt lingered in his mind, gnawing at his instincts.
Sho stepped further inside, the dim light of the abandoned church flickering against his figure.
"A human…" Raynare sighed with a bored expression. "Kalawarna, erase his memory and send him back."
Before Kalawarna could move, a faint white glow shone from Sho's left palm. A sleek glove formed, its surface shimmering like polished crystal, with a dial-like glass core embedded above the hand.
Kalawarna immediately raised her guard, her eyes narrowing at the sight. Dohnaseek, already suspicious of this stranger, spread his wings in readiness, the tension in the room thickening.
Only Raynare remained unfazed, a smirk tugging at her lips.
"Seriously, guys? What happened to you both? Look at it—it's just a mere low-grade Sacred Gear. I don't even feel any energy from it."
Kalawarna and Dohnaseek exchanged glances, and after a moment, reluctantly nodded. Raynare's words made sense—at least on the surface. To them, it was nothing more than a harmless trinket.
But Sho's expression didn't change. He simply stared at them calmly, as if waiting for something.
"Yes." Sho muttered.
> Congratulations on merging the Leviathan's power with the Sacred Gear.
Will host name the Sacred Gear to register it?
"Just name it as X."
The moment those words left his mouth, a massive surge of demonic energy erupted from his body, so thick it seemed to twist the very air around him. The energy seeped into the Sacred Gear, its dial glowing brighter, pulling in the torrent like a bottomless abyss.
With a casual snap of his fingers, a barrier sealed the church, locking everything inside. The unstable torrent of energy suddenly shifted, condensing into raging water that spiraled around Sho's body, forming a towering pillar that pierced the ceiling.
But unlike before, where his power leaked uncontrollably, Sho's focus sharpened. His will bent the raging water, and slowly, the pillar crumbled, collapsing inward, twisting into a swirling vortex that compressed tighter and tighter—before sinking completely into his Sacred Gear.
The church shook under the pressure.
Raynare, Dohnaseek, and Kalawarna all staggered back, eyes wide in horror. Their chests tightened, lungs struggling to breathe—the weight of that demonic energy was crushing, suffocating, nothing like the "low-level" gear they mocked earlier.
This was no ordinary Sacred Gear. This was something far beyond their understanding.
And yet… what they didn't know was that the overwhelming aura wasn't Sho's real strength—it was only the residual leak from the dormant Leviathan power being drawn into the gear.
As the Sacred Gear's glow dimmed and the energy filling the church finally subsided, Sho exhaled lightly, rolling his shoulders.
"So, all three of you… wait—shouldn't there be four?" Sho tilted his head, as if confused. "If I remember correctly, there's supposed to be four members in your little gang."
Raynare's smile stiffened, her eyes narrowing. "Who are you, human? And why are you here?" she demanded, trying to sound bold even though her voice wavered slightly.
Sho crossed his arms, pretending to think. Should I just say Azazel sent me? Maybe they'll surrender without wasting my time…
"Well, you see," Sho said casually, "I came here under Azazel's orders to bring you back."
The three of them froze. Their faces went pale, eyes darting between one another in panic.
"...Okay," Raynare said at last, forcing a small laugh. "We will report back to Azazel-sama. You can go back now."
"Okay then…" Sho nodded lightly, turning as if he was about to leave.
The Fallen Angels all sighed in relief, shoulders loosening.
Sho's lips curled into a smirk. "Did you really think I'd fall for that?" His mocking tone cut through the room like a blade. "Azazel warned me—you'd throw excuses like this. I'm not here to 'ask nicely.' I'm here to make you surrender immediately and drag you back myself."
Raynare's expression twisted, her false bravado shattering. "You… human… you're crossing the line!" she spat, her voice sharp and venomous. But deep inside, she already knew—if she went back now, her failure would be exposed, and her plans would crumble.
She clenched her fists, wings flaring out. "I can't let that happen."
Raynare's eyes flicked sharply toward Dohnaseek and Kalawarner, a silent signal passed between them. The message was clear—she would distract the intruder for a moment, and they would use that chance to escape. Without wasting a second, Raynare conjured a glowing spear of light in her hand and hurled it forward with murderous intent.
But before it could even reach its target, Sho's Sacred Gear pulsed with a blinding glow. A deafening splashhh followed as a torrent of water erupted outward, flooding the entire church in an instant. The fallen angels' eyes went wide with shock. There was nowhere to dodge, nowhere to retreat. In the blink of an eye, the church became an underwater prison, and all three of them were dragged under, thrashing and gasping desperately for air.
Sho, however, stood rooted to the same spot, completely unaffected. The rushing water swirled and roared around him, but he didn't move an inch. His presence was steady, unyielding, as though the water itself bent to his will.
The torrent eventually began to subside, draining away bit by bit. Maintaining that much water continuously was too mana consuming even for him, and he knew it. But instead of waiting until exhaustion set in, Sho calmly pulled out a mana potion and downed it in one smooth motion. Not because his reserves were running dry, not even close—they hadn't reached half.
It was precaution. With three enemies before him, it was wiser to stay at peak condition, and even wiser to strike while they were still choking for breath
The three fallen angels lay sprawled across the church floor, coughing and choking as they tried to regain their breath. Their drenched wings twitched feebly, and the once-arrogant air around them was now replaced with panic.
"Let's attack him together!" Dohnaseek barked hoarsely, his pride gone, replaced only by survival instinct. He knew now that alone he wouldn't last a second against this boy. Their only chance—if any—was to strike in unison.
Sho's expression didn't change. He merely tapped his foot against the stone floor, and at once a violent wave of water roared to life as it moved toward them.
The fallen angels scrambled to their feet, spears of light forming in their hands. They hurled them forward with desperation, but the luminous weapons passed straight through the tide without slowing it for even a heartbeat.
BOOM!
The crashing wave slammed into them mercilessly, hurling their bodies against the wall with bone shaking force.
"Arghhh!" they cried out in pain, their weapons flickering uselessly out of existence.
Sho didn't wait for them to recover. With a flick of his finger, the water twisted and enclosed around them, forming a massive, suffocating sphere.
Trapped inside, the three thrashed wildly, gasping for what little air they could manage. In desperation they released volley after volley of light spears, but every attack slipped through the watery prison without leaving so much as a ripple. Their strength drained quickly, their movements becoming sluggish as fatigue consumed them.
Finally, Sho allowed the sphere to collapse, spilling them back onto the floor like broken dolls.
"So," he asked, his voice calm but edged with iron, "will you surrender?"
"Yes… we do," Kalawarner wheezed, still coughing.
But Sho's eyes narrowed. With another motion, water surged up again, trapping them inside the prison for a second time. Then, just as quickly, he dissolved it.
"Cough! Cough! Why are you doing this?!" Kalawarner cried, clutching her chest. "I already said I surrender!"
Sho's gaze remained cold. "I need all three of you. The other two haven't said anything."
Before they could respond, he raised his hand again. The water engulfed them a third time. Their gasps for breath grew weaker, their wings flailing helplessly as if they were prey caught in the claws of some unseen beast. Finally, Sho released the spell, water splattering across the church floor as they collapsed once more.
"We surrender! Stop it!" Raynare and Dohnaseek shouted in unison, desperation breaking their pride.
Sho studied the three of them silently, his presence looming like a predator watching over prey. "One last time,".
Fallen Angels "..."
The fallen angels shivered. In that moment, they didn't see a human boy or was he a devil. They saw a monster—one who was toying with them as if their lives were nothing but a game.
But in truth, Sho wasn't simply trying to win—he wanted to wear them down, shatter their will, and crush any thought of a sneak attack later. Exhaustion and fear were better shackles than chains.
"What's going on here?" a new voice cut through the air.
Sho turned his head, his expression unchanging, but his hand moved almost instinctively—at once, Raynare, Dohnaseek, and Kalawarner were forced back into water spheres, thrashing helplessly.
From the shadows stepped a short, blonde girl with twin ponytails, her sharp eyes narrowed. Mittelt.
"So the fourth one is here," Sho muttered. "Azazel wants you back in Grigori, So Will you surrender… or fight?"
"I surrender," Mittelt said quickly, her gaze flicking toward her three comrades, who were still suffocating and clawing for air.
"I see," Sho replied flatly. With a flick of his finger, another globe of water swallowed Mittelt whole. She flailed, gasping and wriggling inside the prison, panic flashing in her eyes.
She couldn't understand how he had read her so easily. Her plan had been simple—first agree, then make him drop his guard, and then strike when the chance came. But he had anticipated her intentions before she even acted.
Sho knew well that Fallen Angels weren't the type to surrender so easily. Better to attack first than be deceived. And if he was wrong, if Mittelt truly meant her surrender, then a little drowning wouldn't kill her—though it would still remind her who she was dealing with.
Finally, with a wave of his hand, the magic dispersed. All four of them collapsed onto the floor, coughing violently, their chests heaving for breath. They were barely alive, their strength spent, their spirits broken.
Raynare, Dohnaseek, and Kalawarner lay sprawled as though they had glimpsed Heaven again, their trembling bodies silently begging for mercy.
...
After a while, all four Fallen Angels sat huddled together, coughing and wheezing, as Sho began preparing a teleportation circle beneath them.
"Please!" Raynare suddenly cried out, desperation flashing in her eyes. "I can't return to Grigori like this. Azazel-sama will be disappointed in me. Let me complete my mission first—he'll praise me, I promise. And… for sparing me—" She pressed her chest forward, giving it a little jiggle in an attempt to seduce him.
Sho's gaze fell on her, blank and unmoved. For a moment it looked as though he was considering her words. Seeing this, Kalawarner and Mittelt quickly leaned in, trying their luck as well.
"Yes… we'll also offer ourselves to you," Kalawarner said smoothly, while Mittelt nodded in forced confidence.
Off to the side, Dohnaseek glanced at Sho nervously, his mind racing. What should I do? Should I… also offer myself?
Sho's lips twitched, his expression twisting with disgust. Then, in a low growl, he hissed, "You… filthy thots. You think I'd let you anywhere near me? Who knows what kind of diseases you're carrying?"
With a flick of his hand, all three women were instantly dragged back into suffocating water spheres, thrashing helplessly once more.
Sho's glare then snapped toward Dohnaseek and Dohnaseek eyes meets sho, They looked at each other for a second as Dohnaseek tooked a huge gulp.
BAM!
Sho's boot slammed him to the ground. "You're all a bunch of weirdos!" he roared. "Do I look that desperate to you? Sure, I may be a little desperate—" his voice cracked with irritation, "—but that doesn't mean I'll taint my body with whores like you!"
The magic circle beneath them flared to life, glowing brighter and brighter.
Dohnaseek whimpered silently to himself. but I didn't even say anything…
...