Filler Finale: The Judgment of Gremory
The private quarters of the Gremory Heiress were bathed in a dim, crimson light that felt less like a sanctuary and more like a courtroom. Rias sat on the edge of her bed, her posture perfect, her legs crossed with a lethal elegance. She looked like a Queen passing judgment on a traitor, and Lucian Gremory was currently the man in the dock.
"So," Rias began, her voice a low, dangerous purr that made the hair on Lucian's neck stand up. "Explain to me the 'technical' necessity of a heart-shaped bed and a lightning priestess."
Lucian stood a few feet away, looking like a man who had been caught trying to smuggle contraband across a border. "Rias, I'm telling you... the typing mistakes... the auto-correction... it was a perfect storm of bad software and bad luck. Akeno was just being Akeno. She was messing with us."
"One question, Lucian," she interrupted, her eyes narrowing. "I truly need to know. What in the name of the Underworld were you doing in a Love Hotel with her in the first place?"
"The billboard!" Lucian justified, his hands waving frantically. "I didn't see the billboard! It started pouring, and I thought Akeno would catch a cold. Her uniform was soaked, Rias. I was being a gentleman."
"Oh? You care so much about your 'dear Akeno' catching a cold?" Rias tilted her head, her smile sharpening. "Technically, you were concerned. So tomorrow, practically, you'll be sharing a bath so she doesn't get the chills? Am I right? Who am I to judge? I'm just the girl you called fat."
"Please, Rias! I meant far!"
"Please what?" She stood up, her aura flickering like a candle in a dark room. "I should suffer for you now? I have given you indulgences. I've let you skip work. I've doted on you. I've spoiled you until you were soft. And my reward is a video call from a Love Hotel where my Queen is claiming you've been 'naughty'?"
Lucian looked down at his feet, his shoulders slumping. "It was a mistake. A typing mistake. A life mistake."
"Tomorrow you'll take a photo with her and say it's a 'camera mistake'?" Rias stepped into his personal space, her scent—roses and power—overwhelming his senses. "What do you take me for, Lucian? Your King? Or your doormat?"
"I didn't mean it," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I really didn't."
"Then say it. Say you only love me."
Lucian hesitated, his tactical brain betraying him at the worst possible second. "Well... there may be two more... eventually."
Rias froze. The temperature in the room dropped ten degrees. "Ambitions? You have ambitions for a harem while you're currently in the middle of a trial for your life? You cheated!"
"I didn't! You are my only love, Rias. My first and my center. But the future is... long. And devils are... complex."
"I should have known," Rias muttered, turning away from him. "When you took Riser's Queen... when that fox of yours arrived... I should have seen the pattern. So, it's 'technically' yes for the future now, too?"
Lucian sat down on a nearby chair, his head in his hands. He looked like a kicked dog—hurt, exhausted, and completely defeated. He let out a soft, miserable sound. "You're bullying me, Rias. I'm an injured Bishop. I have a complaint for Lucifer. I'm being harassed by my own King."
He went silent, staring at the floor, refusing to look at her.
"Lucian?" Rias called.
He didn't turn.
"Lucian."
Still nothing.
"Dear." Her voice changed. It wasn't the Queen anymore; it was the girl who had held him all night when his mana was collapsing.
She snapped her fingers, and a pulse of magic pulled him toward her. He stumbled, falling against her, and she immediately draped him over her, her arms locking around his waist.
"You should know who you come home to," she whispered into his ear.
Lucian sighed, his resistance melting as he snuggled into her shoulder. "I'm tired, Rias. I'm so tired of the drama."
"You better be," she replied, her voice a mix of a threat and a promise. She began to dote on him again, her anger evaporating into possessiveness. She peppered his cheeks with small kisses, her fingers playing with the crimson hair at the nape of his neck. "Your mind to cherish, and mine to protect. Do you understand?"
"Maybe three to four more won't be that bad," Lucian muffled against her skin. "You'll still be first. You'll always be the center. You accept that, right? You won't kick me out?"
Rias gave his cheek a sharp, playful nip. "How can I kick you out? You've made yourself a permanent resident in my heart, you scoundrel. Damn you."
The Gremory's Final Play
Rias pulled back, her eyes sparkling with a new, dangerous idea. "You liked what Akeno was wearing yesterday, didn't you? The 'wet look'?"
"Rias, don't—"
"I think I need to remind you who the true mistress of this house is."
She flicked her hand. In a swirl of crimson magical circles, her school uniform vanished. When the light cleared, she was standing before him in a black, form-fitting halter-top dress that was dangerously short, paired with white hot-pants that accentuated her legs, and a pair of red-framed glasses that gave her the look of a seductive, lethal tutor.
Lucian's breath hitched. His heart hammered against his ribs. She looked breathtaking—more beautiful and provocative than anything he had seen in the original anime.
"Now," she said, leaning dangerously close, the red glasses sliding slightly down the bridge of her nose. She pulled him into her lap, her strength absolute. "Tell me, Lucian. Who do you want as your teacher? A private tutor... or Akeno?"
Lucian tried to look away, his face turning a shade of red that matched her hair. "Rias... turn back. This is... too much."
She bit his earlobe gently, a shiver running down his spine. "Private teacher... or Akeno?"
"Private teacher," Lucian groaned, finally surrendering. He hid his face in her neck, his voice turning small and possessive. "Just... don't wear this in public. Ever."
"Oh? Is that a command?" Rias teased, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw.
"A request," he whispered, his voice muffled by her skin. "Hiding his face. "Don't wear this in public. Only wear it for me. I don't want anyone else seeing you like this."
Rias let out a soft, triumphant purr. She gave him a deep kiss on the cheek, her arms holding him tighter. "I'll only wear it for you, my darling Bishop. But in exchange... you're doing double-duty for the rest of the week."
As the moon climbed higher over Kuoh Academy, the "Auto-Correct War" finally came to an end. Lucian was trapped, pampered, and thoroughly claimed by the Gremory Heiress. The filler was over, but the fire between them was just beginning to burn.