....... One Year Later .......
Man, what a year. For Kael Bael, it wasn't just time passing—it was a whole new level of unlocking. After that crazy showdown in the council, his rep went through the roof. Everyone was talking about how he'd basically punked the Sitri clan and made the Satans back down. It wasn't just that he was strong anymore; people saw him as a straight-up mastermind. And him being Satan-class? Nobody made a big announcement or anything. It was just… known. You'd hear devils in fancy bars or on the street lowering their voices when they said his name. Dude was operating on his own rules now, and everyone knew it.
He set up shop in Kuoh, but he wasn't about to put on a uniform and go to high school. Please. That was for kids playing games. He got himself a slick, modern pad on the edge of town, all glass and sharp angles. It was his spot to watch things go down without getting his hands dirty. To the regular humans, he was just some rich, mysterious guy who kept to himself. But any stray devil or low-level supernatural creep who sensed him? They'd freeze up and find a real quick reason to be somewhere else. His presence was like a chill in the air that told you to mind your own business.
Running into Rias Gremory was always awkward. She knew who he was—everyone did. They'd see each other sometimes at some boring underworld party or once in a while in Kuoh. It was always this tense little dance. She was polite, but you could tell she was sizing him up, totally wary. Here he was, wielding her family's signature Power of Destruction, but better, and answering to no one. He knew she saw him as a threat to her little peaceful life and her clubhouse peerage. And he? He just saw her as a piece on the board. A important one, but one he didn't need to touch yet. He'd just watch, and you could tell it weirded her out.
Things with Sona Sitri? Yeah, way worse. Ice cold. After he took her family's archive access and a chunk of their territory, the Sitri clan was seriously hurting. Sona herself was always perfectly polite, a total tactician, but if looks could kill… Her whole peerage mirrored the vibe, shooting daggers at any Bael they saw. It wasn't a fight; it was a cold war, and Kuoh was the weird, quiet battlefield.
Kael was cool with it. He was playing the long game. He kept training with Zekrum, getting scary good with the Power of Destruction—like, not just blowing stuff up, but carving a single thread out of a tapestry without touching the rest. Nuts stuff. And he spent a ton of time digging into all the knowledge he'd grabbed from the Sitri archive, mixing it with the Bael clan's own brutal styles. He was building his own personal library of power-ups in his head.
Then came the night he knew was coming. He felt it—a spike of nasty energy, a life snuffing out, and the guttural cry of a dragon waking up in pain. He didn't play hero. He just watched from the shadows as that kid Issei got shanked, his life bleeding out on the pavement. He felt the Boosted Gear freak out for a second before it got cut off.
That's when she stepped out of the dark next to him. Daenerys. A high-class devil he'd recruited specifically for this. She had this crazy connection to dragonkind, not control, just… feel.
"He's almost gone," she murmured, sounding almost sad. "The dragon… it's in pain."
"The host is dying. The dragon's freaking out. Calm it down. Now," Kael said, his voice low.
Daenerys closed her eyes. She didn't force it. She just… sent out a vibe. A sense of calm, like a mental lullaby to this ancient, pissed-off dragon spirit. She gentled its panic, guided its raging energy back to sleep. It only took a few seconds.
She opened her eyes, looking a little tired. "Done. It's asleep. For now. The anger's still there, just… stored."
Kael nodded. Perfect. He'd stopped the gear from going nuclear and drawing way too much attention.
Right on cue, Rias showed up, all business. She found the dying Issei and did her thing. And because of what Daenerys did, the Sacred Gear was chill. It only took a single pawn piece to seal the deal, which probably surprised the hell out of Rias. She finished up and left with her new devil, totally clueless that the whole thing had been managed from the shadows.
Kael watched her go, a little smirk on his face. First domino fell right on schedule. The original story could play out, sure. But the board? It was his now. He turned and dipped back into the dark, Daenerys following. No trace left behind. Game on.
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