I do not own High School DxD, elements of Code Geass, or Campione! I am only writing this for fun and for no other reason. If you don't like it then please go and find something more suitable to your tastes because I will not change my stories to try and please everyone. For those of you willing to continue, I hope you all enjoy.

God Slayer DxD

By Ten-Faced Paladin

Chapter 1: Hail to the King

"Kuoh Academy," he whispered to himself, staring at the tastefully European educational facility which stood in front of him.

The young man was a student of the school, wearing the black uniform of the second-year students that went to the school. However, he was easily six feet tall despite his age and so the uniform was tight on his frame. The school just didn't have any uniforms his size so they had to order one special and gave him the largest size they had as a stop-gap The jacket had to be left open otherwise it would not fit, revealing a green t-shirt underneath The pants were also tight, outlining his physique which was good but he had doubts that the girl who passed him the uniform got the size wrong to outline his ass better. He couldn't prove it, but he was sure it turned out that way.

As before, he was breaking six feet in height. Head and shoulders above any of the average Japanese teens who went to the school. However, many foreigners went to the school as well so he didn't stand out as much as he would have anywhere else in Japan. He had brown hair which helped him blend in more rather than the bright and colorful hair of some of the students. The only part of it that really stood out was his sideburns which not many young men in the school had. His face was Caucasian, obviously from North America or Europe.

"Lord Summers, I have already dealt with the details pertaining to your enrollment," a woman's voice spoke. "They have already sent the Student Council President to meet you and answer any questions you might have."

The woman in question walked up to the young man was a beautiful example of the female gender, but there was stern discipline in the way she walked. She was dressed as an impeccable personal assistant with a deep red jacket and pencil dress with a white blouse perfectly buttoned. Her legs was covered by dark stockings and her posture accented by black high heels. Her body shape was slim, but blessed in the hips and bust department. Although she was indeed on the thin side, it belied the strength in her muscles. Her face was beautiful, angled in all the ways a mature woman should ideally be. Her skin was an exotic tan, not the kind achieved by a bottle or even by sunlight, but her natural skin tone. Her eyes were a golden amber while her hair seemed almost gray, tied into a simple, functional ponytail while some at the front framed her face on one side, long enough to reach her chest. She wore tasteful makeup, but her lips were painted purple of all colors which actually looked good on her skin tone. Completing the 'hot secretary' look were the pair of small oval glasses she wore.

"Thanks Villetta," Michael Summers smiled lightly. "I know this probably wasn't what you had in mind when you signed on under me…"

"Think nothing of it Lord Summers," the woman named Viletta smiled back, obvious affection in her features despite her discipline. "I understand that serving under one of the Devil Kings isn't going to be exciting all the time..."

"Just most of the time it seems," Michael grinned weakly.

"True," Villetta's smile grew. "But sometimes skill at mundane things is required. Fortunately, I at least have talent in that."

"Which I very much appreciate," Michael nodded before turning to face the school. "I can face Heretic Gods without balking but going to a Japanese school causes my heart to race."

"You'll do fine," Villetta chuckled, adjusting her glasses to look at the school, "At the very least, the Language ability will let you understand everyone." She grew serious again. "Now you should go. The Student Council President is named Sona Shitori so please follow her for your orientation here."

"Right, Right," Michael heaved a sigh. "Well, see you tonight then."

"I will pick you up this afternoon," Villetta nodded, turning to walk for a very nice sports car parked near the school. "And do try to at least attempt finding some sisters for me, won't you?"

"URK!" Michael turned bright red at the teasing before he turned around. "VILLETTA! DON'T JOKE ABOUT THAT!"

"I never joke," Villetta looked over her shoulder. "Remember, the more skilled operatives you have around you, the stronger your influence. So please don't reject the idea out of hand. Besides, what hot-blooded young man wouldn't want a harem of his own?"

"Me, because I know it'll never happen," Michael grit his teeth.

"With your Authority it can," Villetta snickered, walking for the car again. "It's how you got me after all."

"Ugh," Michael's eye twitched. No one would have thought Villetta was the type to encourage the

'harem ending' and she wouldn't...up until she met him. Sighing, Michael turned and walked towards Kuoh again. "Of all the freaking Authorities I could have gotten, why did I get the perverted one?"

The young man approached the front doors of the school and entered. He came to a stop in the middle of the main foyer. Students milled about, but he was looking for directions instead of someone in particular. Scratching his head, he looked around for someone who looked like they were a part of the Student Council. In a school with uniforms and all that, it meant that they would be wearing a different kind of uniform to show their rank, right?

"Summers, Michael-san?"

Michael, or Mike as he'd insist, turned at the mention of his name and spotted a student looking at him. She was slender and perhaps a little on the shorter side. She had short hair which was tamed with a single hairclip and red glasses which were cute but professional at the same time, being oval with red frames. What made her unusual though was the fetching shade of pink that her eyes were.

"Yes?" Mike asked, already guessing who the girl was.

"I am Shitori Sona, the Student Council President here at Kuoh Academy," the girl approached Mike and bowed in greeting to him. "Welcome to our school."

"Ah, thank you for having me," Mike bowed back. "I'm under the impression that I'll be relying on you to help me learn the layout of the school and all that."

"Your guardian already sent notice," Sona nodded. "I was sent by the principal to welcome you and escort you to your homeroom as well as provide answers to any of your questions you may have."

"Viletta always is ahead of the mark," Mike smiled. "Thank you for making time for me then Kaichou. Please lead the way."

"Follow me," Sona nodded, turning and beginning to walk towards one of the main stairwells in the school. Mike swiftly moved to keep up, making sure he remembered any landmarks he might need to know while traversing the hallways. Kuoh was just as impressive on the inside as it was on the outside, being aesthetically pleasing while at the same time boasting the functionality which all of the Japanese schools wished to have to ensure all of their staff and students could get the best results to their efforts.

As they walked, Mike could feel something...off...about Sona. So off, it was ringing warning bells in his head. Some kind of...miasma, seemed to waft off of her in his mind. It didn't spark the recognition which he came to associate with his natural enemies, but something that was...opposite, of them. It didn't make sense to his mind, but whatever the reason it did tell Mike that Sona was not human. That just put him on edge.

"I understand that you are here on a scholarship, managing to test in with very high scores," Sona commented as they walked.

"Ah...yes," Mike nodded, coming out of his observation. "Japan's sort of always held this appeal to me and when the chance came up to score a scholarship I just had to go for it. Of course, the only way my parents would let me go for it is if I applied to some of the best schools. Kuoh was at the top of that list and it's experience with foreign students just helped make that choice easier."

"I see. Well I must say you chose wisely and Kuoh is lucky to have you," Sona agreed. "Your test scores if I recall correctly were in the top percentile of all of the applicants for that scholarship. Many teachers were foaming at the mouth to send your acceptance."

"It wasn't easy, but nothing worthwhile really is," Mike shrugged. "I'm glad the effort paid off though."

"Indeed," Sona nodded. The pair continued travelling, reaching the second floor of the building where the second-year students were placed. Eventually they stopped at one of the classrooms. "Here is your class. 2-B. The teacher will call you in when it is time to introduce you."

"I understand," Mike nodded neutrally.

"I have other duties to see to," Sona continued. "But do not be afraid to seek me out should any issues or concerns arise. I am always available for my fellow students as the Kaicho."

"I appreciate that. Thank you for taking time out of your schedule for me," Mike bowed a second time. "Incidentally, are there any dedicated groups or clubs for chess?"

Sona raised an eyebrow at the question, but not in confusion or any other reason, but in actual interest, "While the school does not have an official club for the sport, there are a dedicated few enthusiasts who enjoy the challenge."

"Ah, good," Mike grinned. "Would it be beyond your abilities to introduce me, or at least point me in their direction? I've been itching for a serious opponent for a while now and so few people who know the game and can be good at it exist."

"I am one of them," Sona smiled at Mike. "I do have time after school. If you are interested in a game then please visit. Perhaps you will meet some of the other enthusiasts as well."

"I look forward to it," Mike grinned even wider. "Until then Kaichou."

"Until then," Sona nodded, walking away to pursue her other duties.

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The day followed as typical in Mike's experiences. He introduced himself to his class, the vast majority of them being girls. Many of them swooned at having an attractive foreigner joining their class and commented about how lucky they were. Mike didn't pay the attention any mind though. Since Kuoh only just became a mixed gender school such a short time ago, the girls likely weren't used to being in such constant close contact with boys their own age outside of their brothers or cousins. Of course they were going to giggle and swoon over a new male face.

He worked through the lessons of course, but it was simply going through the motions for him. He knew the subject matter from tutors and from all the self-study he did to get into Kuoh. His mind was more focused on his upcoming chess match against Sona. He hadn't had a real opponent in the sport for a while now since so few people around him really played the game aside from owning some elaborate sets for decoration. The only people he could regularly play against were Villetta and she was still leagues above him despite how far he'd come. He needed some variety if he wanted to finally overcome her.

Mike found his way to the Student Council Room after the final bell had rung and everyone was getting ready to go home. Reaching out, he gently rapped on the door since he didn't want to disturb Sona or anyone else if they were busy doing whatever the student council did. He was never on one so he was never really sure what it was the group was supposed to do. Organize events he supposed or worked the budgets for the various clubs if nothing else.

"Enter," Sona's voice called from inside.

Mike opened the door, entering the room proper. Sona was sitting behind a desk at the other end. Lining the room were more desks with other students, mostly girls save for one blonde guy who were busy with their own paperwork. To Mike, they were likely Sona's other ministers or whatever the term was who took care of their own portion of the school and what not. Treasurer, student athletics, etc. The girl sitting at the desk right next to Sona where the others didn't had to be her vice-president, a long-haired girl who wore the same kind of glasses Sona did.

At the same time, Mike's senses kicked up. The entire room was saturated with the same power that Sona possessed. Each student in the room was even giving it off, although Sona's was definitely the strongest. It sent a shiver down his spine, but he didn't feel anything hostile coming from it all. It was just...heavy, being the best word he could think for it.

"Ah, hello Summers-san," Sona nodded. "I trust your first day has gone well?"

"As well as first days go," Mike nodded. "I was wondering if that offer of a game of chess was still open."

"Of course," Sona nodded, turning to her vice-president. "Tsubaki, of you could set up the chess board while I finish with this document?"

"Of course Kaichou," the young woman nodded as she got up and retrieved what looked like an elaborate chess board, the kind which was like a polished wooden box with the pieces inside. Another one of the council produced a table to play on while a third brought over nice chairs to sit on. The board was quickly set up as Tsubaki removed the chess pieces from small drawers and arranged them into their beginning positions. When she was done, she presented the playing space to both Mike and Sona who nodded their thanks and took their seats, Sona taking the black pieces while Mike took the white ones. The pieces themselves looked like typical chess pieces, save they looked like polished porcelain with gold accents, making Mike almost unwilling to touch them. At the least, he could tell Sona respected the game if she had a set which looked so good.

"Would you be adverse to my fellow council members watching?" asked Sona. "They enjoy watching me play."

"Not at all," Mike smiled. "Shall we begin?"

"Indeed," Sona smiled slightly. "Your move."

Mike nodded and moved one of his pawns, beginning the game. It started out much like any Chess game did, both players moving their pieces in their opening gambits. The student council had seen Sona play the game many times so they could tell the first moves were about setting up strategies and preparing for future moves. As the game began to progress though, Mike did something which caused Sona to quirk an eyeball at the unconventional tactic: He had begun moving his king across the board.

"Do you think it is wise to move the king so early in the game?" asked Sona as she positioned a knight to remove a bishop.

"If a king does not lead, how can his subjects be expected to follow?" asked Mike with a grin as he moved a rook and took out one of Sona's pawns.

"Hm," Sona raised an eyebrow, knowing there was something to the move.

Moving the king was always a risky move, but it was also a smart one. The king was the goal of the players, trying to bring down that piece was the point of the game. Mike knew this, but he also knew that he had strength in moving the king. By moving the king, you moved where the flow of the game was going. Moving the king meant forcing the opponent to rethink their moves to try and get to him. He could also predict a few moves his opponent would take to try and reach the king and he could prepare accordingly and spring his own traps.

The council members began to grow more interested as they saw the moves being played out. Sona had to rethink her movements a few times as Mike moved his king, changing the avenue of where she would have to go in order to bring it down. It was also taking her longer and longer to make each move as she paused to consider the consequences of each move. More than once she was about to attempt one of her forward assaults when she noticed an enemy piece waiting in the wings. She suffered it once when the knight she moved to take his bishop was instead itself removed by a well-positioned rook. Mike was proving quite experienced in the game which Sona found to be a pleasant surprise.

Finally, Sona seemed to make progress, "I do believe this places you in check." She punctuated the statement by placing a rook within spitting distance of his king.

"Does it?" asked Mike, moving said king one square away.

Sona opened her mouth to confirm it, but then saw where the king had been moved. If she tried to follow it with her rook then it would be removed by one of his knights. Quickly seeing that it was a trap, she instead moved her queen to pick up the slack and prepare for a more thorough check on her next turn. Mike smiled at the move before he reached across the board and nudged his pawn into the last square on the board, deep in Sona's territory, "Promotion: Queen."

"Ah," Sona nodded, mentally chiding herself for not paying attention to all the pieces on the board. The lure of getting to his king distracted her. "You let me get your king in check so you could move the pawn didn't you?"

"A slight risk, but one that paid off," Mike smiled, placing a removed pawn with his promoted one, one of the ways to represent a second queen on the board. "I do believe it is your turn."

The game became more intense and the audience in the room were soon ignoring their paperwork to instead watch how the game was going. Sona was indeed being challenged and whenever she seemed to get the upper hand on Mike, he seemed to have some kind of backup plan ready. Several times she almost missed some of the subtle moves he made towards her king, using all of his pieces extremely well, even the rather limited pawns who Sona would catch sneaking up on her more important pieces while she was paying attention to his stronger ones.

And then the turning point hit. Sona moved in with her queen to place Mike's king in check after chasing it all over the board. She was sure that she had effectively pinned him down for the win, but he then went and turned it around. Sneaking his last bishop through her line of pawns and single knight, he managed to capture her queen, robbing her of her most powerful attacker. She tried to compensate for the loss by moving in her rooks and her last knight, but he moved his rooks past her and his second queen through her ranks. Finally, he moved his remaining bishop into a fatal spot.

"Checkmate," he declared. Sona blinked and looked to her king. Sure enough, her king was pinned between the rooks, cut off by the bishop, and had two pawns guarding the last escape routes it had. Sighing, but far from upset, Sona tipped over her king to show her defeat. The other council members gasped in surprise. Mike assumed it meant Sona didn't lose very often in the game.

"Excellent game," she complimented, feeling quite invigorated. She usually didn't have so much fun unless she was challenging her best friend to a match.

"Thank you. You're very good. I had to reorganize several of my plans since you managed to spot them and slip through," Mike smiled as he and Sona began packing up the board. "I'd love to have the chance to play you again."

"I think I can agree to that," Sona smiled slightly as she placed her pieces into the drawer on her side.

After cleaning up, Mike said his goodbyes and left the student council room where mutterings could be heard. No doubt Sona losing a game of chess was something to gossip about if her council knew her as well as he suspected. She was quite the cunning strategist and a very challenging opponent. He'd look forward to challenging her again once they both had the time. Besides, if he was lucky maybe she'd introduce him to some of the other chess enthusiasts that were hidden among the ranks at the school. If they were anything like Sona, it would definitely be fun.

"Still," he pondered as he glanced back at the Student Council Office, "Just what the heck are they? Nothing divine, that's for sure, but not human either."

He'd have to keep an eye out for clues. Maybe kickstarting his Heart of Wisdom wouldn't be a bad idea, if only to try and piece together the clues he was or may soon see.

"Have to ask Viletta when I see her," he resolved.

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"Thank you for your patronage!"

Mike waved to the cute cashier before he stepped out of the convenience store with his gains. His sweet tooth had demanded satisfaction so he wandered through the streets to the store so he could buy a few snacks to munch on before he went home to get his homework done. It was fairly simple stuff for him so he could afford to be lazy about it. The sweets demanded much more attention for the time being. It still didn't divert his attention from the fact that apparently the whole student council was composed entirely of non-humans of unknown origin.

Now, he didn't have anything against non-humans. At least he didn't think so since he hadn't met any aside from Heretic Gods and they were generally douchebags all the time anyway. Now if those non-humans were doing something malicious to the rest of the school then he'd have to exercise his own power as one of the eight Devil Kings and start kicking some butt, the Japanese King's lands be damned.

"Man, I thought once I got to Japan things would cool down," He stopped at a side street when a boy wearing his school's uniform walked past looking like his world was ending. Blinking, Mike watched him go and realized he recognized the kid, "Hyoudou?"

Although he didn't know the boy personally, all of the girls in his class made it a very important point to show Mike what Issei Hyoudou looked like, as well as stress the fact to never be around him lest he get infected with something. Issei, it turned out, was a huge pervert and the only reason he chose to go to Kuoh was because of the imbalance between boys and girls. His goal, as he publicly stated many times, was to collect a harem of women who he could do ecchi things to day and night. With that perverted drive, he was also caught peeking on the various girls' sports teams again and again and never seemed apologetic for it unless he was caught. Teamed up with him was Matsuda, a short-haired lolicon who had no shame, judging if he talked about watching porn or lending it out in class to be any indication. There was also a third stooge, Motohama, a bespectacled pervert who would unashamedly stare at women to estimate their BWH sizes. Sadly, he was able to nail it down exactly which proved just how much he did it. Together they were known as the Perverted Trio, the three most desperate virgins to ever cross Kuoh's grounds. A lot of people wondered why the three weren't expelled for their peeking stunts when anyone else who did it as much as they did would have been banned from public schools entirely for their indecency.

"Now what the hell is his problem?" Mike frowned, finishing off the pocky in his mouth. The guy looked like he was at the end of his rope and depressed. Shrugging, Mike prepared to just go and get on with his evening.

That was when it hit him.

"This is…" Mike gasped and turned in the direction of where Issei was going. It was quite obvious and he could feel divine power...but it wasn't anywhere near the level of a Heretic God or a Divine Ancestor. Some kind of Divine Beast? But then why did it feel...tainted?

Mike's features hardened and he began following after Issei. Something weird was up and it likely wasn't anything good for the resident super-perv. Grumbling to himself, he set off in the same direction as the pervert, hoping he could do something before the guy ended up dying or worse. He may have been a letch, but Mike was sure no amount of being a desperate perv warranted being smited by a Heretic God.

After turning down a few streets, Mike's senses went haywire when he felt a huge amount of magic kicked up. Looking, he spotted a nearby park get surrounded by a magical barrier. It definitely wasn't a human one, but it wasn't divine either, there were no divine symbols making up the barrier. It just looked like one big purple miasma.

"Dammit!" Mike cursed, dropping his bag of sweets before running for the barrier. Coming up to the very edge, he saw Issei staring down a man with gray hair wearing a purple trench coat, fedora, and a white ascot. They were talking, but the barrier prevented Mike from hearing anything.

Suddenly, the back of the man erupted in black feathers, exposing a set of two black wings which flapped, sending dust in all directions. Issei on the other hand began to freak out and he took off running. In the next heartbeat, the man's hand shone with light that solidified into a blue light spear which he promptly hurled at Issei. Sadly, the man's aim was true and the spear planted itself into Isse's back, erupting out from his chest.

"NOOOOOOOO!" Mike yelled. Enraged, he reared back his fist before slamming it into the barrier. Although it held some divinity, it obviously wasn't entirely divine as the barrier rippled violently from the strike. It served to catch the divine being's attention, causing him to look at Mike with confusion. Mike just reared back his fist and smashed it against the barrier a second time.

*RIIIIIIIIIP!*

Like a curtain being torn, the barrier was ripped away by Mike's own ability to negate magic he came into contact with. Mike didn't stop with just breaking the barrier, he ran through the hole he made and charged right at the stunned man. Rearing back his fist, he lashed out with a roar of "MURDERER!"

*CRACK!*

Mike's fist smashed into the man's face, sending him tumbling across the ground before he landed in a heap. He gagged before spitting out a tooth, forcing himself to stand up with blood dribbling from his mouth, "I wasn't aware that the little Devil had someone tailing him. Two Devils to kill tonight."

"I'm the only Devil you're going to see tonight," Mike growled as the divine man generated another spear of light. "You just crossed the wrong Campione!"

The man, up to that point quite calm, suddenly choked and began to gape, "Wh-what?!"

Mike didn't reply as a golden aura began to fire up around him and he began to speak, "Deep within the earth, my reign grows onward. My wealth swells, my treasures increase, all for the prosperity of my kingdom. The vaults are locked to all but me and now I shall open the doors and bask in the radiant glow!"

The ground beneath Mike and the man's feet began to rumble before cracks shot across the stone surface of the cobblestone and grass. Mike thrust out his hand, causing the ground around the winged man to explode as a number of golden spears and axes rose out to try and impale him.

"Gah!" the man cried, flapping his wings and taking to the air, his coat shredded by the golden weapons as they tried to render him like swiss cheese. A safe distance, he scowled at Mike, "I didn't know one of your filthy ilk were here, but it will be pleasure erasing you for your blasphemy! Remember this as you die, you were killed by Dohnaseek of the Grigori, Godslayer!" he threw his spear with the force of a bullet.

Mike rolled to the side, avoiding the spear as it smashed into the ground. Coming to a rest on his knees, he thrust his fist outward which caused another explosion of dirt as several more spears were launched up at the now identified Dohnaseek. The winged man cursed and dove to avoid them, but Mike kept launching more spears from the ground to strike the divine being. He attempted to fight back, but he couldn't get a bead on Mike who was spamming more golden spears at him.

"Judging by you now, I'd say you're a Fallen Angel," Mike frowned, shooting another spear. "But you're not one I ever heard about. So are you a lesser-known Heretic God out for a stroll or are you spawned from the Authority of another Heretic God who has a loose leash?"

Dohnaseek dodged another spear before landing on the branch of a tree, scowling, "Heretic God. What a human impulse to give such an insulting name. Humanity has lost all respect for divine power, and you Campione are even worse, disrespecting the very nature of the world and taking which was never yours!"

"Maybe if Heretic Gods like you will stop causing hell for us mortals for fun maybe there'd be less Campione running around!"

"Bah! Mortals are playthings at best, distractions at worst! Either way, you were born to be ruled!" Dohnaseek generated another spear of light. "Now Kneel!"

He threw the spear, prompting Mike to draw a large shield from the earth, letting the spear crash against it. He stomped the ground, forcing a polished pillar suitable for a temple of Solomon to burst from the ground and uproot the tree Dohnaseek had been standing in. The Fallen Angel cursed and took to the sky again.

"Blasted wretch!" Dohnaseek cursed, generating yet another spear as Mike called for more of his own to begin rising from the earth for more shots.

"ENOUGH!"

Both Campione and Fallen Angel stopped their assaults to see that they had an audience to their brawl. It was a group of teenagers who were standing near the downed Issei. Mike blinked, seeing that they were all wearing Kuoh Academy uniforms. One was tending to Issei, pressing her hands against the wound, showing that against all odds that he was still alive. She was a pretty girl with long black hair tamed only by an orange ribbon and playful pink eyes, plus the biggest boobs out of all the girls in Kuoh.

The one boy of the group had short blonde hair and was in fact quite handsome with blue eyes. In his hands was a sword which he held with experience. He was obviously used to using the sword and not just for any kind of showmanship. He knew how to fight and wasn't shy in doing that despite what his prince-like looks would suggest.

The third member of the group was a first-year girl who looked quite petite and almost looked like she should have been in secondary school still. Her hair was almost white and was short, but solely decorated with a cat-shaped hair clip. Her eyes seemed almost cat-like

The final member of the group was an admittedly gorgeous redhead whose crimson locks trailed to her waist. She stood with confidence, coincidentally jutting out her own large breasts. She looked quite irritated by the fight and were it not for the heavy feeling coming off of her and her company, Mike would have been sure that she had bought herself a one-way ticket to oblivion.

"So, the Gremory Heiress is the Devil's master then. How...unfortunate," Dohnaseek scowled, dismissing his spear.

"You are in violation of my territory and attacked one of my precious servants," the redhead frowned at the Fallen Angel. "Since I haven't declared him my servant yet, I will overlook this assault if you leave immediately. If this happens again I will consider it an assault by the Grigori."

"I will remember that. You just be sure to keep a closer eye on your servants so we don't have this...misunderstanding again," Dohnaseek retorted before he turned to leave. He cast one last hateful look at Mike before he took off into the now nighttime sky.

"As for you," Mike turned his attention to the redhead, expecting her to be just as stern. Instead, she smiled and bowed respectfully to him, "Thank you for protecting my precious servant, Lord Campione."

"You know what I am then," Mike smiled weakly.

"Of course. The power of a Campione is quite distinct," the redhead stood up. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Rias Gremory, heiress of the House of Gremory, and member of one of the 72 Pillars of the Underworld."

"Underworld?" Mike frowned. "You mean...you're some kind of devil?"

"Exactly," Rias nodded with a smile. There was the sound of wings unfolding and from Rias' back spread a set of bat-like demon wings perfect for a Devil. "I'm surprised that a Campione doesn't know of us."

Mike blinked, honestly shocked and he had taken on Heretic Gods. Still, if gods existed then it made sense that devils did too, "Well, in my defense I just became a Campione a bit over a week ago so there's things I'm still learning about the supernatural."

"Ah, I see," Rias nodded. "Well then, in the name of fostering good relations, would you like to join my Peerage and I at our clubhouse tomorrow? We can get to know each other there."

"Um...make it after school and you have a deal," Mike nodded, trying not to balk at being put in an apparent diplomatic situation with Devils of all people. The magic community may have called him a Devil King, but he was dealing with the real thing now! "You look like you have a bit of a medical emergency on your hands."

"Oh, Issei will be fine," Rias smiled, but not as strongly as she saw the second girl using an apparent magic to heal Issei's wound. To Mike's eyes, she was obviously distressed over his wounds. "Devils like us are a fair bit sturdier than humans, much like yourself."

'Well that might explain his reputation,' Mike absently thought before he nodded, "I'll take your word for it. Still, we'd better make tracks before any mundanes see us. I'm sure the local magic groups can repair the damage."

"Oh we can take care of that," Rias nodded, bowing a second time. "Have a pleasant night and we will see you tomorrow Lord Campione."

Mike nodded and turned to leave, "Right, see you tomorrow Gremory-san." None of the Devils tried to stop him and he half-expected it, but inwardly he only had to marvel, 'This is the first time I met someone supernatural and didn't get into a fight!'

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Mike quickly returned to his apartment, a luxury apartment which Villetta in getting him while he went to Kuoh. Coming up to the top floor via elevator, Mike walked to the only door on the floor before stepping inside. With a sigh, looking at the massive living room, he walked to his left and set his bag of treats down on a countertop. "Villetta, I'm back!"

"Welcome home Lord Summers," Villetta's voice rang back pleasantly.

Footsteps came from down a hallway before the woman in question came out into the living room. Mike looked to her before turning bright red and turning away. "Villetta! Come on, what the hell?!"

"Oh?" the bronze-skinned woman chuckled. The reason for Mike's distress was that Villetta was no longer wearing her professional clothes, but was instead wearing a black lace bra with matching panties that were tied at the sides complete with a garter belt holding up her stockings. Her hair was also down and her glasses were gone. Rather than be embarrassed, she seemed to find it all amusing, "Oh Lord Summers. I'm a woman who has sworn herself to you as your servant and mistress. You're lucky I'm wearing underwear at all."

Mike huffed and ran a hand down his face. He knew it was likely going to turn out this way, but it still didn't mean he was prepared for blatant seduction attempts. The woman was as professional as a soldier when she was at work, but at play she was almost a different person. Since swearing herself to Mike, her playful side got to come out more often. It made him want to bang his head on the wall sometimes. Villetta on the other hand just seemed to find it funny and began stalking towards Mike for phase 2 of her seduction plan. As she got closer though, she noticed that her sworn King was scuffed up and dirty. Suddenly seduction left her mind as she frowned slightly in concern, "My Lord, did you get in a fight while you were out?"

Mike sighed, "Yeah, against a Fallen Angel calling himself Dohnaseek. Then a bunch of kids from my school butted in and called themselves Devils and at least one had the wings to prove it." he turned and looked to his assistant. "Can you explain some of that?"

Villetta nodded and took Mike's hand to guide him to the couch. She took a moment to retrieve a bathrobe from her room before returning. As much as she enjoyed Mike's eyes roving her body, it was not the time for seduction. Maybe once the explanation was over she could help him relax, but not until then. She sat across from him, holding a tome from her personal collection. Opening, she set it down revealing a picture of what looked like a three-way war. At the top right corner, coming from a bright sun were white-winged angels. From the top left, where there was no light came angels with black wings. From the bottom which was filled with fire were several demons.

"I'm sure you are aware that there are other metaphysical realms that exist besides Earth?" asked Villetta.

"The Domain of Immortality where the gods reside and the Netherworld which is like a gap between where Heretic Gods reside to keep from getting into fights with Campione," Mike nodded, having been brought up to speed by the Whitengamont when he first became a Campione.

"There are those, but there are others," Villetta nodded, "Officially, their names are Paradiso and Inferno, but these days people just call them Heaven and Hell among other variations. These realms are repositories of human souls which have lived their lives and are either granted paradise or punishment for their actions during life. How they are judged though we aren't entirely sure yet."

"Okay, so am I to assume that Angels and Devils are the natural denizens of these realms?" asked Mike, his wisdom allowing him to draw a conclusion.

"Correct," Viletta nodded.

"But, since Christianity is such a huge religion across the world, wouldn't that make them Heretic Gods if they came to Earth, which they obviously do?" asked Mike.

"Not at all" Villetta shook her head. "They are influenced by belief, which is enough to give them their appearance, but only the ones who humans specifically worship and believe in become god-like. However, there do exist Heretic God versions of them in the Domain of Immortality which can become Heretic Gods should they decide to descend."

"So figures such as Michael, Gabriel, Lilith, Mammon, Lucifer, and the like," Mike nodded. "So then the rest are merely aspects of each realm, agents sent out to influence belief. Since they aren't worshipped, they're more like manifestations of Jehovah or Lucifer's power?"

"It's the working theory at the moment," Villetta nodded. "And do I need to go into where Fallen Angels come from?"

"Angels who gave into temptation," Mike nodded. "And since humans deal with them in their worship, ones like Azazel and Kokabiel probably make the cut to become Heretic Gods if they come to Earth."

"Exactly. That wisdom of Solomon is serving you well," Villetta smiled. "So about this Devil, did they give you a name?"

"Yeah, Rias Gremory," Mike nodded. "That help?"

"Immensely," Villetta turned more pages of her book before landing on a page. Turning the book, Mike looked to the words. It was all written in Latin, but thanks to Language Mike had been able to learn it since the Whitengamont dealt with it so often. The entry Villetta opened to was in fact about a demon named Gremory, one of 72 nobles of the Inferno who appeared as a beautiful man or woman and was always riding a camel. "Her ancestor, but if she's a Gremory then she's definitely one of Inferno's best."

"So she has the credentials," Mike nodded. "But, aren't we dealing with legions of good and evil locked in struggle over the souls of all humans?"

Villetta shook her head, "No, the Three Factions of Angels, Devils, and Fallen reached a truce a long time ago. Not to mention that the Devils underwent a revolution. They don't barter in souls anymore, but deal with desire. The more desire a human puts into the deals with them, the more power the Devils receive. The Whitengamont deals with several Devil families and no one has lost their soul yet. They've proven trustworthy and benign."

"So when Gremory asked for a meeting she was probably on the level about it," Mike nodded.

"Which means you should attend and make sure to make a good impression," Villetta pointed to him. "This could be the beginning of creating a global network of supernatural contacts."

Mike sighed. Ever since she entered his service, Villetta was determined that Mike would become a Campione to match the others, which included creating a network of contacts and servants who would make up an organization to match the ones created by Black Prince Alec or Luo Hao. He wasn't exactly sure he wanted to do that, even if he could see the logic in Villetta's goals concerning him. As a Campione, everyone would be wanting a piece of him be it benign or malevolent reasons. Having a network of contacts would also make his own goals, whatever they may be, easier to achieve.

"Right, right," he rubbed his head. "So Devils aren't the pure evil they used to be and only the ones people worship or hold up above them become Heretic Gods. So we meet with this Gremory girl and learn what the deal is around here and act appropriately."

"Correct," Villetta nodded. She closed the book and stood up, promptly removing her bathrobe which made Mike choke on his own spit. "Now, you need a bath and then we should retire to bed. You are obviously in need of relaxing and as your mistress I will assist in this."

"W-Wait, you don't have to!" Mike flushed, the serious moment lost as Villetta moved back to her seductress persona.

"Oh no, you need to relax," Villetta smiled, tossing her robe away. "We have a big day tomorrow and you need to rest. What better way to relax than to release your frustrations inside of your mistress?"

'DAMN AUTHORITY!' Mike mentally cursed as Villetta closed in on him, reaching for her bra.

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Abandoned Church

In another section of the Kuoh area, there was a church. It had long been abandoned due to a lack of worshippers attending. It may or may not have had something to do with the fact that the area belong to the Gremory Family, a high noble family of Devils. In any case, the church had gone unoccupied for some time...until now.

"What the hell Dohnaseek!? A Campione came into town?!"

At the altar of the church was a group of Fallen Angels in conference. All of the religious symbols in the room had been destroyed, letting the group act in peace. The coat-clad Dohnaseek leaned against a broken cross, his arms crossed sourly.

The Fallen who had spoken was in appearance, a young woman who seemed on the short side with blonde hair tied into ponytails and was wearing a gothic lolita outfit. Although cute, she had a sour look on her face from the news her comrade.

"This is not good," another woman spoke. She had the appearance of an adult with long midnight hair. She wore a purple jacket and skirt, but was quite voluptuous. Her cleavage was easily on display, likely not wearing anything underneath while her skirt only came to her thighs and her high heels helped her posture look more seductive. "Devils are one thing, but this is a human who usurped the power of a god. Filthy thing he might be, he's still powerful."

"The problem is that we know nothing. He's new," Dohnaseek frowned. "But obviously that doesn't translate to weak. He also has a firm grasp of his Authorities, making him that much more of a difficult opponent to bring down."

"Great. If he catches wind of what we're doing, he might just come down on all of us looking for more Authorities, even if we aren't Heretic Gods," the loli girl huffed. "Now what do we do?"

"It's simple," another woman spoke. This one was a barely clothed woman wearing a leather bra over her ample bosom and matching panties. She also wore thigh high boots, bicep-length gloves and spiked shoulder pads, all leather which gave her a dominatrix look. Her hair reached her shoulders and was black, but her features were sinister, showing she didn't fall just for temptation but out of malice. "A whole legion of our forces couldn't beat a Campione. Even a newbie one held off an experienced fighter like Dohnaseek so he could handle all of us unless we have some backup."

"So what do you have in mind Raynare?" asked the woman.

"Kalawarner, Mittelt, Dohnaseek, what is the only thing that can take down a Campione?" asked Raynare.

"Duh, another Campione or a Heretic God," the loli Fallen Mittelt answered with a huff. "So what?"

"So we just find or call for a Heretic God," Raynare grinned. "With how wrathful they all are for Campione just existing, I'm sure we can find one or two who'd be happy to come and try to smite this one."

Dohnaseek frowned, "And just what stops them from taking us out next? Many Heretic Gods are a self-righteous bunch, corrupt as they can be sometimes."

"Well, if they owe us a favor they won't do anything," the woman Kalawarner began to ponder. "I think I might know of one who just might be able to help us since he has a beef with two Campione. The one who summoned him, and the one who killed him. Killing a new one for us would be an easy price to pay for his chance at revenge."

"Oh? We're listening," Raynare grinned.

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Kuoh Academy

The day had run on like nothing had happened, but Mike had been a little tense for his upcoming meeting with Rias. He had asked around about her, but the entire student body had nothing but wonderful things to say about the redhead. She was kind to her underclassmen, helpful to the teachers and her sempai, and never had a bad word to say about anyone. She was the leader of the Occult Research Club which apparently studied the supernatural. Everyone wanted in on the club, but apparently Rias had very high standards for who entered.

So far there were only a few members. One was Akeno Himejima, the girl with the biggest boobs in school and was called one of the Two Great Oneesamas next to Rias. She was never far behind from Rias so the pair seemed to indeed be best friends.

Also in the club was Koneko Tojou, arguably one of the cutest girls in the first year. She was considered something of a mascot for the entire school. She was a quiet person, but usually when she spoke it was something important. She did seem to have a weakness for sweets and was usually found munching on one outside of class.

There was also Kiba Yuuto, the one that all the girls in school called The Prince. He was kind, charming, and polite to everyone. With his good looks, all of the girls wanted to try and date him or become his girlfriend. Still, he would politely turn everyone down and go on his way. It didn't serve to dissuade any of them though.

The one weird member though was Issei, the newest member. Everyone was outraged that the biggest perv in school had somehow gotten into the exclusive club. In fact, many figured he was blackmailing Rias for membership since there was no way in their minds that such a pervert could ever get to be around Rias. Wild stories kept popping up about how he was taking advantage of the girls to slake his unnatural lusts.

It did help paint an image of the group's public faces, which gave Mike at least a little hope that he could be dealing with nice folks. He wasn't going to assume he was, but it was always good to hope for the best even if one was expecting the worst.

When the day ended, Mike collected his things and walked to the front gate. He didn't leave, but instead waited for Villetta to arrive who promptly did in the black car she would escort Mike places with. Stepping out, she was dressed in her secretary outfit again with her glasses.

"Thanks for coming," Mike nodded to her. "Ready to do this?"

"Of course," Villetta nodded. "Are you?"

"As I'll ever be," Mike sighed. "Just try not to tease anyone about our relationship this time? I got enough people staring at me in Britain when you decided to be vocal about how we got together."

Villetta laughed, "I was just being honest. You act like being lovers is such a chore, but you love it."

"SHHHHH!" Mike hissed, looking around to see if any remaining students heard. He glanced over and groaned when he saw the remaining members of the Perverted Trio staring at Villetta. Fortunately, it seemed they were too busy looking at her instead of listening. "Do you want to get me expelled or you arrested?!"

"We're speaking English. Only a few people in the school right now are likely fluent," Villetta grinned.

MIke groaned, cursing Language for being so subtle. It was hard to tell what language he was speaking sometimes. Sighing, he turned and began heading back onto the school property with Viletta following him. They didn't go to Kuoh Academy proper, but instead walked around it to the back of the school were the trees grew. Partially hidden inside of the forest was a smaller school building which looked much older, albeit obviously cared for. It looked like a school house from the older days, made from wood and shingle instead of modern stone and metals.

The modern Kuoh Academy was built to handle the influx of new students after the school became co-ed. It was upgraded with modern facilities which were up to standard so the best of the best could still see that the school was the one they wanted their kids to go to. The old school building was left where it was for whatever reason and the Occult Research Club held their meetings there instead of the new building. No one seemed to argue the decision.

Mike and Villetta approached the old building and waiting out in front was the Prince of Kuoh Academy himself. Seeing the pair, he smiled before bowing politely, "Greetings Lord Campione. I'm Kiba Yuuto. My King asked me to guide you to the clubroom when you arrived."

"Thanks," Mike nodded. "Lead the way then."

"This way please." Kiba gestured for the pair to follow them and they entered the old building. After going up a flight of stairs, they came to what used to be an old classroom. Kiba opened the door and gestured for the pair to enter. Inside it seemed the room was furnished like a victorian mansion. It was all lit by candlelight, giving the place an occult feel. Seated on several couches were the remaining members of the club, Rias sitting in the centre of them all.

"Oh my god," Issei gaped, openly gawking at Villetta. "He has his own super-hot secretary!"

Villetta noticed the whisper and smirked at him, "And you'll never lay a hand on me. Only Lord Summers has that privilege."

"Villetta!" Mike flushed. "We do not talk about that!"

"WHAT?!" Issei leaped to his feet. "You mean you get to have the sexy secretary who you can do anything you want to?!"

"Ara ara, how naughty," Akeno smiled, seemingly to find the implied scandal very amusing.

"Pervert," Koneko mumbled, eating chocolates from a small plate.

Mike wilted at the girl's comment, "I didn't do it on purpose! It's just how one of my Authorities work!"

"Alright, alright," Rias spoke up, cutting off the banter despite obviously being amused by it all. "Let's all calm down and have some tea shall we? This is an important meeting we have to deal with first, then we can tease each other all we like."

Mike groaned, but took a seat next to Viletta across from Rias, "Well, let's get the formalities out of the way. My name's Michael Summers, the Eighth Campione." he gestured to Viletta. "This is my Knight and administrator Villetta Nu of the Whitengamont."

"A pleasure," Villetta nodded her head.

"And your lover apparently," Akeno giggled.

"Mistress to be exact," Villetta corrected, adjusting her glasses, speaking absolutely without shame.

"Private life is supposed to be private!" Mike hissed, turning red again. Sighing, he looked to Rias, "I assume that you are of the same Gremory Family as the one mentioned in the Ars Goetia?"

"He was an ancestor, but yes I am of his line," Rias nodded. "With me are my Peerage. May I introduce my Queen, Akeno Himejima."

"Charmed."

"My Knight, Kiba Yuuto."

"An honor, your Majesty."

"My Rook, Koneko Tojou."

"...hello."

"And my adorable pawn, Issei Hyuudou.

"Hey...lucky bum…"

"Nice to meet all of you," Mike nodded. "Well, Villetta explained to me the modern nature of the Three Factions and all that. So, I assume this meeting is just to get to know each other so we can make sure we don't have any misunderstandings about our purposes here."

"Exactly," Rias agreed, reaching for a cup of tea. "Although this is the first time I've been able to meet a Campione myself so there are a few questions I'd like to ask out of curiosity."

"Well, so long as they're not too personal I don't see why not," Mike shrugged. "Ask away."

"I got one!" Issei interrupted, raising his hand. "I keep hearing everyone else talking about what a big deal a Campione is, but no one's told me anything about them! What's the deal?"

Villetta adjusted her glasses again, casting a look at a sheepish Rias before speaking, "There is much debate over a proper definition over what a Campione truly is. However, everyone agrees the most suitable definition comes from the 19th century author Alberto Ricardo." Villetta composed herself before speaking.

"Campione - Godslayer - Is a supreme ruler.

Since he can kill a celestial being, he can therefore call on the highly divine powers held by gods.

Campione - Godslayer - is a lord.

Since the power to kill a deity is in their hands, they can therefore dominate the mortals on Earth.

Campione - Godslayer - is a devil.

Therefore of the entire humanity living on Earth, those who have the power to oppose them do not exist!"

A chill ran down the group's spine, setting for a very creepy mood with the lit candles which kept a dim lighting to the room. Issei was visibly shivering from the excerpt, feeling intimidation from it. The extremely horny boy shook his head to get back to the conversation, "That...that makes it sound like you killed a god or something."

"That's exactly what I did," Mike nodded. "I killed a Heretic God and in doing so, I was transformed into a Campione."

Issei blinked, "Eh?"

Villetta spoke up, "Heretic Gods are divine beings born from the belief and worship of humanity. They exist in the Domain of Immortality where the fulfill their roles to keep the world as we know it moving. However, now and then there are gods who will rebel against their legends and come to Earth. We label them as Heretic Gods. Their very presence causes chaos and disaster based off each of their powers, or Authorities just as they themselves are corrupted. For example, should Poseidon rebel, then Earth would be made victim of powerful tsunamis, tidal waves, and earthquakes."

"Woah," Issei gaped, seeing Koneko and Kiba nod like they knew such things all along.

"Normally, there is nothing that humans can do to stop this and will have to suffer or flee," Villetta continued. "However, in very rare cases, there is a human through some extraordinary chance manages to kill a Heretic God. This activates a ritual created by Pandora where the victor's body is reborn to take in the power of the Heretic God they killed. They become immune to all human magic unless it is somehow cast inside of their body, their strength becomes greater than that of any human, their magical power becomes immense, their lifespan can be counted into the centuries, they can feel the waves of magic power happening around them. They raise themselves on a pedestal which no mage can hope to achieve themselves. Most intimidating of all is that they can harness the power of the god they killed and use them for themselves."

Issei paled further before looking at Mike like he was looking at an alien.

Villetta pressed on, "So because of their incomparable might, all Campione are considered the kings of the places in which they call home. There is literally no earthly force which can stand up against them."

"And the Three Factions know better than to try and antagonize them," Rias added. "With their power, they can decimate us with ease for the most part. Our worshipped commanders would have to take command and even then there would be no guaranteed victory." She smiled at Mike, "Which does lead into my own question: Which Heretic God was it that you killed to get your powers?"

Mike scratched his head again and sighed, "King Solomon."

"Ara ara, him? My, I never would have guessed," Akeno commented.

"Who?" Issei blinked

"King Solomon of Israel," Kiba answered. "He was the son of David, the slayer of Goliath. He was believed to have been given great wisdom by God when he took the throne as a young man. He ruled Israel with great prosperity and was hailed as a prophet by the masses. He's mentioned and worshipped by many religions such as Christianity, Judaism, and Muslims all over the world. Since Heretic Gods are born from belief, faith, and worship it doesn't surprise me to hear he became divinity."

"And a right jerk when he turned Heretic," Mike huffed. "Just appeared in London and began claiming all of the best looking women to become his concubines. Thanks to his Authority, he was doing it too."

"Wait, wait! You mean he was collecting…" Isseis voice turned to near worship. "...A Harem?"

"It is one of the things he is traditionally known for in legend," Mike nodded. "A thousand wives and concubines at the least. Since people whispered that legend about him, it became part of his power."

Issei trembled at the thought, managing to get a whisper of awe, "...my hero…"

"Pervert," Koneko frowned at the boy, but Issei was in too much of a trance to react.

"So, how did this even happen?" asked Rias, wanting to hear the details.

Mike glanced at Villetta who nodded, prompting the Campione to lean over and speak while grabbing a cookie, "Well, it began when I landed in London. I was on my way to Japan, but had wanted to take the long way to take in a few sights along the way. I was hanging out, taking a few pictures while I was waiting for my next flight to be announced…"

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FLASHBACK - Heathrow Airport

*CLICK*

Mike smiled, getting the shots of the London streets. Despite it being near a modern airport, a lot of the famous London architecture could be seen and appreciated. He only had a few hours to wait so he couldn't really go anywhere and see some of the really nice sights. It was a bit of a shame since he would have loved to see Big Ben or Buckingham Palace.

He was feeling a little nervous about going to a foreign country where likely there weren't going to be many people who spoke English. Still, he had been wanting to at least visit Japan for years now. Call him a geek, but the culture and people just stuck out for him and he really wanted to go see it for himself instead of just watch shows from there. A chance to go to school for at least one year was too good to pass up and being able to go to Kuoh Academy, one of the best and usually for the children if dignitaries made it all the better.

Lowering his camera, Mike looked around. His stomach was bothering him, insisting on being fed so he was on the lookout for someplace where he could eat. Hopefully the fare wouldn't be as bland as some of the stereotypes would have people believe.

Fortunately, there were a few restaurants inside the airport itself which he could grab something to eat. After swapping some money for Pounds, he set out and sat down at an appetizing place and quickly made his selection. Moments later, he was chowing down on Britain's own fish and chips. Soon he'd be full and checking out whatever the airport had for amusement while waiting for his-!

*SHOOM!*

Flight?

Mike stopped with the fish halfway to his mouth and looked around. It was like the entire area had suddenly been enveloped in a haze of some sort, giving everything a soft glow as if being illuminated by mist and light. The sky outside had turned an odd color of green, like a filter had come over everything to make the glowing effect around them. Coming with the sudden change of spectrum was an overhanging feeling of oppression, like some great force had just landed on Mike's shoulders, making him want to slump over.

"What?" he frowned, looking around. No one else seemed to know that anything had changed in their surroundings. In fact, no one seemed to even notice it. The feeling in the air, the haze which surrounded everything, no one seemed to be any wiser to it happening. How could anyone be missing all of the weirdness going on around them?

Then the light started, shining in from a ceiling window before crashing down on the tiled floor like a pillar. Mike shielded his eyes as he heard people beginning to scream and run. Obviously they were able to see the light, but it seemed that all of the other weird events just seemed to be going over their heads. The odd thing was, some people were crying about a bomb of some kind rather than a pillar of light.

Finally, the light seemed to die down, but in the centre of where the pillar had been, there was a man instead. He was adorned in robes, crimson and gold ones making him look like he could have been a king or noble from ancient days from perhaps the age of Rome or possibly earlier. His features were handsome with a set jaw a and a short brown beard. He had fair hair which just fell past his ears and touched his neck. A gold ring was adorned on his head, likely some kind of special ornament. He was handsome, having chiseled, manly features with bright eyes and a rich skin tone. The look on his face though, it gave Mike a bad feeling. While he wasn't adept at reading faces and he was a few feet away from the man, the look on his face was nothing but pure greed. That look only intensified when he gazed at some of the women in the room.

"Not good," Mike frowned, standing up. He knew he would need to run at some point, although at the creep or from him was still up for debate.

"Ah, an excellent selection,"the man grinned, observing many of the women in the terminal. His voice was powerful and it echoed, despite not having shouted and with the panic of people backing away and screaming in fear. His voice just drowned it all out. "Now, which one of you shall be my newest concubines?"

"Concubines?" Mike blinked. Did he step into some kind of porn scene or something?

"Wait!" a woman's voice spoke up, breaking the man from his lecherous stares. Coming through the crowd was another woman, this one with tanned skin, gray hair, and golden eyes. She was dressed in a women's business suit and had a briefcase with her. Out of everyone there, she alone seemed to recognize the man as what he was rather than interpreting it as something else.

"Oh? What is this lovely flower I see?" the man grinned, openly leering at the woman. She was shapely, but she wore her suit professionally, only showing her curves, but absolutely no skin. "And you can see me? You must be a magician to be capable of that."

"Magician?" Mike frowned, now feeling very out of the loop. What the hell was going on?

"Great Lord," the woman bowed her head in a sign of respect. If she was nervous, she certainly didn't show it. "Why have you chosen to descend here of all places? Surely someone of your majesty could be more comfortable manifesting elsewhere?"

(HALT FLASHBACK)

"Ara ara, you tried to reason with a Heretic God, Nu-san?" Akeno smiled. "My, you are very brave indeed."

"Most befitting for a knight," Kiba praised.

"Thank you," Villetta gave a nod and a light smile. "A Heretic God manifesting in the middle of an airport of all places was certainly a worst case scenario. So as a member of the Whitengamont I had to at least try to mitigate the damage."

"Yeah, but in typical Heretic god fashion he wasn't going to listen to anyone but himself," Mike frowned, recalling what happened next.

(CONTINUE FLASHBACK)

The man smirked, as if he was dealing with a child who was attempting to fool him with a tall tale, "I came here because I seek more concubines and here is a large collection of people from many lands. I will not hide my majesty to make the rabble more comfortable. It shall only make it easier to collect what I desire."

"C-con…" the woman sputtered, but then shook her head. "But think of the chaos you would create, the chaos you have already created!"

"Bah, the mortals will soon forget after I leave," the man waved off the woman's concerns. Rubbing his chin, he openly leered at her. This time, Mike could see her cringe a little. "Now then, you certainly seem to be a rare type of woman. I would most certainly like to add you to my concubines."

The woman flinched, losing her nerve slightly at the look, "I...I am spoken for!"

"I think NOT!" the man laughed before his body flashed gold and a pulse seemed to travel away from him.

Mike flinched when the wave reached him and he shielded himself, but it instead harmlessly passed over him. He blinked, feeling nothing happen to him. Lowering his hands, he tried to see what was going on only to stand up, ready to run when he heard movement. Turning around, he blinked when he saw the cashier girl step out from her hiding place behind the restaurant's counter with a dazed look on her face before she walked over towards the man.

In fact, many women got up from their hiding places, all of them beautiful, busty, slender, or any other description which made a woman beautiful. They all just seemed to forget that anything wrong was going on and went to congregate on the glowing man's position. Not even the tanned woman trying to talk to him was immune as she gained a glazed look of adoration on her features.

"Ah, such a fine selection," the man grinned, admiring the bevy of beauties surrounding him. He turned to the tanned woman once again, reaching out to tilt her chin up so he could properly see her face. "Now then, why don't you first show me your adoration my brave and lovely flower?"

"Of course, my king," the woman breathed, sounding like she was utterly in love with the man. She dropped her briefcase before she reached and unbuttoned her jacket. Tossing the garment aside and then promptly did the same with her blouse, revealing a gifted chest tamed by a simple white lace bra.

"Hmm, very nice, although your taste in undergarments is suitable, we can do much better," the man grinned, running his hands up her body before firmly pressing her breasts.

That was all Mike could take.

"HEY!" he shouted, running towards the scene, coming to a stop next to a gift kiosk. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

"Hm?" the man looked up from his molestation of the white-haired woman before frowning at Mike. "I am giving affection to my newest concubine. Is that not plain to see?"

"More like molesting her after using some kind of powers on her!" Mike snapped back. "Now let them go!"

"They adore me and welcome my affections you ignorant whelp!" the man laughed. "After all, what woman does not come to love one such as I, King Solomon?"

"King of pervs is more like it!" Mike growled.

"I will cut your tongue out for that, but later," Solomon frowned, turning back to his target. He obviously didn't consider Mike more of anything than a minor annoyance. "Be thankful for this mercy. Perhaps when I am done with my new concubines I will be in a forgiving mood and not hunt you down."

"More like done raping them!" Mike shouted, but Solomon ignored him and went back to molesting the woman, making her moan in pleasure like something out of a porno. Snarling, Mike looked around and noticed a bunch of cheap snowglobes for sale. Grabbing one, Mike abandoned logic for righteous rage and threw the trinket straight at the greedy Solomon. The man was so occupied with his target's breasts and cleavage, he didn't move and the object smashed against the back of his head.

*CRASH!*

The snowglobe obviously broke, spilling its waters and sparkles along with broken glass down Solomon's back while the base clattered to the floor. Solomons topped his molestation, stopped moving entirely.

"I said don't touch them!" Mike shouted out.

Solomon didn't move, but eventually he did speak, "…you must be tired of living, Boy." He lifted his hand, glaring over his shoulder before snapping his fingers.

*SHUNK!*

Mike stiffened as his right shoulder seemed to explode in blood with a golden spear ripping through his flesh from behind. He didn't move, the pain not even registering before he glanced over to see what had hit him. His eyes widened when he saw that the floor behind him had cracked open to allow the spear to burst forth.

Solomon didn't stop there, snapping his fingers again.

*SHUNK! SHUNK! SHUNK! SHUNK!"

Four more golden spears burst from the ground, impaling the teenager from behind before bursting out of his chest. One came out near his collarbone, another through his lung, one scraped his spine and came out from his stomach, and the last one took out a kidney. Mike gagged, unable to even scream as a blast of blood spurted from his mouth, splattering across the polished white floor. He was pinned like a bug, despite his feet being flat on the ground. He was simply unable to move thanks to the angle the spears came out of the ground, they supported him despite his eageress to simply fall. Blood trailed down his chest and pants, making for a macabre image which, if the ordinary people could see it, would have made for many nightmares.

"There, now that the distraction is out of the way," Solomon huffed, returning his attention to his current conquest. "Shall we continue?"

"Yes," the woman beamed, unzipping her skirt to reveal her garter belt and white panties. Solomon grinned in pleasure, toying with the edge of said panties, watching as she shivered in pleasure.

It was often said that at the moment one was about to die, they suddenly realized what was truly important to them. Mike was no different as the shadow of death loomed in closer to claim him. His previous thoughts of school, girls, Japan, and other things which seemed so important at first just slipped away. Even thoughts of his family and friends back in Canada had slipped away. All that remained was one wish, one desire which filled his entire being that he refused to let go despite the grim reaper's looming presence.

KILL THE RAPIST! SAVE THE WOMEN!

Gritting his bloodied teeth, Mike reached behind his back and grabbed the first of the five spears coming into his back and pulled. It should have hurt, blindingly so, but Mike's mind was shutting down so it didn't matter anymore. He pulled, trying to get the spear out of him, but instead he felt the ground give way and the spear loosen. Satisfied, he did it it with the other spears, freeing them all. He still looked like a human pincushion, but he was now a mobile human pincushion.

Mike stumbled across the distance between himself and Solomon. The so-called king was too distracted by teasing his target's body, making her moan in delight at her own violation. Even with the ends of the spears dragging across the floor with trails of blood the man didn't seem to notice him. Finally, Mike reached Solomon just as the man was prepared to pull down the woman's panties. With bloodied hands, he reached up and grabbed Solomon's sides.

"Not now my dear, I'll get to you eventually," Solomon chuckled, thinking it was one of the other women who had grabbed him.

"You won't get that chance," Mike gurgled, blood spilling from his lips.

"Huh?"

It was all Solomon was able to do before Mike wrapped his arms around the pervert and pulled himself flush against his back. With the spears still sticking out of Mike's body, Solomon was likewise pierced by his own weapons in the same positions.

"GAHHHHH!"

Solomon screamed in pain, ichor leaking through the front of his robes. He thrashed against the spears, trying to pull Mike off of him but the teenager remained steadfast. The spun, knocking the women back as the shafts of the weapons collided with their sides, arms and legs.

"LET ME GO YOU LITTLE WORM!" Solomon bellowed, ichor trailing down from his lips as the internal damage began to catch up with him.

"Sorry," Mike coughed, splattering blood on Solomon's shoulder. "But if I go down….I'M TAKING YOU WITH ME!" Mike pulled back slightly, removing the spears from Solomon's body. The king didn't get a chance to escape or push Mike back before the impaled teenager thrust into his back again, this time at a different angle to tear open new wounds.

This time in Solomon's heart.

"GUUH!" The king choked out, more ichor dribbling from his mouth. This time, he didn't struggle, he didn't thrash. Instead, death came quickly for him and he collapsed in a heap, Mike impaled on top of him. He didn't remain there long, his body beginning to shine with golden light that drifted away like cotton in the wind. Solomon's body slowly vanished, gently placing the impaled Mike on the ground. He grunted as the spears were shifted by the displacement, but they too slowly disappeared like their master. Mike was gently deposited on the floor as the last of the energy which made up the spears vanished, a pleased smile on his face.

His soul felt warm, even if his body felt deathly cold. The pain of the spears was gone, even if he was bleeding out from the wounds. Despite how his body seemed to be shutting down, he felt very good for being able to rescue the intended victims of the perverted king. Yes, he killed someone but he did it to protect the lives of others. Maybe Saint Peter would give him a pass on that?

His body shifted and Mike grunted again. He was rolled over and he felt himself being propped up. It took a moment for his eyes to focus, but he found that he was in the arms of the tanned woman who the perv was stripping. Her eyes were sharp again and she looked deeply concerned. She had her blouse on again, albeit unbuttoned. What feeling remained in his body told him that her skirt was back and her bra-clad breast was pressed up against his neck. Bonus if there ever was one.

Still, Mike had to speak, he had to be sure, "Are...are you...o-okay?"

"Yes," the woman whispered. "Yes, I'm fine. A little humiliated, but I am fine."

"Good. G-good," Mike sighed, coughing as more blood entered his throat. "Could...couldn't…. let the...the perv do...that….stuff...to you."

"Yes. Thank you for protecting me," the woman nodded, a sad smile on her lips. "I will never forget it."

"...kay…" Mike mumbled, feeling drowsy. "Gonna...gonna nap...now."

"Then sleep," the woman smiled. Then amazingly she leaned down and kissed Mike's forehead. "I will be here when you wake up."

"...kay…" Mike smiled, not even having the blood in him to blush.

And then he died.

(END FLASHBACK)

"That is so romantic!" Rias gushed, delighted at the story.

"I think so too," Villetta smiled, obviously having fun as Mike blushed slightly at his encounter with Solomon being considered romantic.

"Dozens of girls all stripping like that...so awesome…" Issei gushed, blood leaking from his nose before Koneko slapped him upside the head. "Ow!"

"Pervert," Koneko spoke before turning to the cookies.

"I'm shocked that a figure like King Solomon would be so...vulgar," Kiba commented, looking a little uncomfortable.

Mike nodded, "Yeah, what I heard of the man doesn't match with what I saw. You have to remember though, Heretic Gods are influenced by human belief and perception while in the Domain of Immortality. This wasn't the King Solomon of history. This was the deity born from people's perception and faith in him. Back in the day, having dozens of wives and concubines wasn't considered to be a bad thing so people were more impressed by his wisdom and other abilities. In modern times though, that interpretation changed."

"I see," Akeno nodded. "These days, having a harem and collecting so many women is a sign of overindulgence, degeneration of propriety, and sinful lust. Solomon is noted for his downfall by worshipping other deities besides the Almighty One, but the common man may pay more attention to his lustful pursuits and see that as part of his downfall, thus influencing the Heretic God."

"And when Gods become Heretic Gods, they are further corrupted by the rebellion against their own legends, making them act in ways they usually would not or amplifying their bad traits, if their legends state that they have any." Villetta added. "And certainly King Solomon had a few."

"So what happened next?" asked Rias with a smile. "When did you and Nu-san get together?"

"Ah," Mike blushed.

"He's so shy," Villetta chuckled. "It happened like this…"

To Be Continued…

A/N: Okay, here's my forray into the world of Campione and mixed with High School DxD. I'm a little worried about using King Solomon in such a way because current religions as far as I know do hold him to a prominent place in their mythos. I don't intend to offend anyone with this image of him, which is why I added the description of how the Heretic God version of him was corrupted by his own rebellion and many modern beliefs. That, and this image wasn't THE King Solomon from history, but another born from the collective consciousness of humanity. I repeat, the Solomon from this story is not to be regarded as the one who the world knows in the world history.