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__________________________________________________________________________________ Rias Gremory felt a profound, sinking disappointment that seemed to permeate her very being. No, disappointment was too mild a term - what she felt was a crushing, **utter disappointment** that left her questioning her own judgment. She remembered so clearly sensing it - that brilliant, dormant potential within Issei Hyoudou, the unmistakable signature of a **strong Sacred Gear** that had called to her across the city. The promise of power that had compelled her to that fateful alleyway. But after sacrificing one of her precious pawn pieces to revive him... nothing. Absolutely nothing substantial had manifested. The boy couldn't conjure even the faintest spark of basic demonic power, couldn't channel the simplest of devil energies. In combat, he was worse than useless - he was a liability. And his personality - that constant, grating stream of lecherous comments and pathetic whining - proved **utterly disgusting** to her refined sensibilities. He couldn't perform even the most basic summoning spell without disastrous fumbling. The bright hope she'd carried now felt like a lead weight in her stomach, a constant reminder of her failed gamble.
She moved through the quiet, polished halls of **Kuoh Academy** like a ghost, her crimson hair seeming duller than usual as she wrestled with these frustrating thoughts, her elegant brow furrowed in consternation. So absorbed was she in her mental turmoil that as she turned a corner near the administrative offices, she failed to notice the figure approaching from the opposite direction until it was too late. She collided solidly with someone much larger than herself, the impact jarring enough to make her lose her balance completely. A small, undignified gasp escaped her lips as she began to fall backward toward the hard linoleum floor. Instead of meeting the cold, unyielding surface, a strong, firm arm shot out with impossible speed and caught her firmly by the waist, pulling her upright with effortless, almost casual strength.
Flustered and momentarily disoriented, she looked up to offer her apologies, but the words died in her throat as recognition dawned.
The man who held her was none other than the single most talked-about figure in the entire Underworld. The prodigy known as the strongest of the younger generation. A man of merely twenty years who was whispered to possess power **rivaling that of the current Satans** themselves. It was Kael Bael in the flesh, his presence seeming to suck all the air from the corridor.
"You should watch where you're going, Rias," Kael said, his voice calm and even, devoid of any real admonishment but carrying an undeniable weight of authority. He released her once he was certain she was steady on her feet, his movements economical and precise.
"Y-yes. Thank you," Rias managed, quickly smoothing down her uniform with slightly trembling hands, her heart hammering for reasons that had nothing to do with her near-fall. His presence here, in her school, felt fundamentally wrong and deeply unnerving. "But... what are you doing here, Kael?" she asked, unable to keep the nervous curiosity from her voice.
"Me? I have something to discuss with Sona," Kael said simply, as if scheduling a meeting with the Sitri heiress was the most natural thing in the world despite their clans' openly hostile history.
"I see," Rias replied, her mind racing to comprehend this development. What could he possibly have to discuss with Sona after everything that had transpired between their families? The political implications made her head spin.
Kael glanced at the expensive, minimalist watch on his wrist, a gesture that seemed both dismissive and calculated. "I'm getting late. If there's nothing more, then I'll see you later." He made to move past her with the unshakeable confidence of someone who expected the world to part before him.
"Kael, wait!" Rias blurted out before she could stop herself, surprised by her own boldness. "I... I have something I'd like to talk to you about. If you are free after your meeting with Sona?"
Kael paused, looking back at her for a moment with those intense, **royal purple eyes** that seemed to see straight through her. "I'll be there," he said simply, before continuing down the hall, his footsteps making no sound on the polished floor.
Rias watched him go, a shiver tracing its way down her spine despite her best efforts to remain composed. What was his meeting about? She couldn't even begin to guess at the implications.
The subject of Kael's meeting was, in fact, the recent and unusually coordinated activity of **Stray Devils** within the shared Kuoh territory - a matter serious enough to necessitate a temporary, wary truce and discussion between the two resident devil factions. When he entered the student council room, he was greeted by a familiar, frosty **silence** that seemed to drop the temperature by several degrees. Truth be told, the atmosphere had been like this ever since he'd decisively defeated Sona in their Rating Game. The only difference now was the presence of a new pawn standing nervously near the back of the room, trying and failing to look intimidating: **Genshirou Saji**.
Saji was a lean, dark-haired youth with a stubborn set to his jaw and fire in his eyes that hadn't yet been tempered by experience. He possessed the **Artificial Sacred Gear, [Vritra Promotion]**, which contained the splintered soul of the malevolent **Prison Dragon, Vritra**. The power simmered within him, raw and untamed, a barely contained storm that mirrored his own turbulent emotions.
The tension in the room was a physical thing, thick enough to taste. Sona sat behind her desk, her expression a perfect mask of stoic control, though a subtle tension around her eyes betrayed her unease. Tsubaki and the rest of her peerage stood at attention around the room, their postures rigid with barely concealed hostility that they made no real effort to hide.
Kael had just begun to calmly outline the coordinates and patterns of the recent Stray Devil sightings, his voice level and businesslike, when Saji suddenly snapped.
"So you're the bastard who hurt Sona-sama!" he spat out, his voice trembling with a volatile mix of fear, bravado, and youthful indignation.
**Everyone's expression changed** in that instant. A collective, silent gasp seemed to suck all the air from the room. They all knew what this meant, what line the boy had just crossed. Angering Kael was widely considered a suicidal prospect; this was a man who had demonstrated that he did not show deference to even the current Four Great Satans themselves.
Before Sona could reprimand her foolish, brave pawn, it was already too late.
An **overwhelming aura**—unmistakably **Conqueror's Haki**—**erupted** from Kael with the sudden violence of a detonation. It wasn't the wide-scale, indiscriminate blast from the council chamber; this was a focused, crushing wave of spiritual pressure directed squarely at Saji, though its periphery effects were still devastating. The effect was instantaneous. Throughout the school, students and teachers alike slumped at their desks and collapsed in the halls, **knocked out** cold by the mere periphery of the spiritual pressure that washed through the building like a tidal wave.
Within the council room itself, Saji's bravado vanished utterly. He cried out, a raw, strangled sound as he crashed to his knees, the weight of Kael's will pressing him down physically and mentally. **Vivid images of his own gruesome death flashed in his mind**—a psychic assault accompanying the physical pressure, each vision more horrifying than the last.
"A frog at the bottom of a well," Kael's voice was low, a deadly whisper that cut through the pained groans of the struggling peerage members who were fighting just to remain conscious. "Do you really think you have the right to challenge those who sit at the summit? Allow me to broaden your horizons."
When he said this, the Conqueror's Haki **erupted from him and took tangible form**. Dark, crackling **black lightning began to flicker from his body**, arcing and earthing itself into the walls and floor with explosive force. The windows of the student council room **shattered** inward simultaneously, a cascade of glass raining down. Plaster cracked from the ceiling in spiderweb patterns, dust sifting down like fine snow. Why could no one stop him? The entire Sitri peerage was on their knees or struggling to remain standing, **having trouble breathing**, pinned by the overwhelming weight of his will.
Sona, fighting through the pressure with sheer force of will, managed to activate her last resort. Her finger found a small, hidden panic button concealed beneath the edge of her desk—a direct signal to her sister that Serafall had given her for absolute emergencies only. With the last of her strength, she pressed it.
It took only a fraction of a second for the response to come. The ground outside the academy glowed with the intricate lines of a complex magic circle, and **Serafall Leviathan** appeared in a burst of crystalline icy energy, her usual playful demeanor replaced by battle-ready seriousness. It took her only a single second to comprehend the scene of devastation and Kael's overwhelming spiritual aura crushing her sister's peerage.
"Stop this!" she yelled, her voice ringing with authority and panic as she instantly threw up a powerful **barrier** of glistening, magical ice to try and block Kael's aura and shield the room's occupants.
But something entirely unexpected happened.
Just as her barrier solidified around Saji, attempting to pull him to safety and separate him from Kael's influence, the pressure focused on him intensified to an impossible, horrifying degree. It was as if an invisible giant's fist had clenched around him with world-shattering force. His body **erupted** in a catastrophic implosion of flesh and bone. There was a sickening, wet sound that would haunt all witnesses, and **blood covered everything** within the barrier—the walls, the ceiling, Serafall's shocked and horrified face. What was left of Saji was nothing more than a fine, red mist and a visceral stain on the floor.
And with that, Kael withdrew his Haki as calmly as he had summoned it.
The oppressive weight vanished as suddenly as it had appeared. Serafall kept her barrier up instinctively, her face a mask of horror and rage, her body trembling with adrenaline and shock. Everyone else in the room was unconscious, knocked out by the spiritual onslaught. Sona had finally succumbed to the pressure, slumped over her desk in a dead faint. The room itself was utterly **destroyed** - walls cracked, furniture splintered, papers scattered everywhere. Nothing remained intact.
Serafall and Kael locked eyes through the bloody, glistening barrier, a silent war of wills raging between them that seemed to warp the very air between them.
Before a single word could be spoken, the door to the demolished student council room swung open on broken hinges. Standing there were **Sirzechs Lucifer** and a pale-faced **Rias**, her hand over her mouth in horror at the scene of carnage that greeted them. The coppery scent of blood filled the air.
"What happened here?!" Rias whispered, her voice shaking with emotion as she took in the destruction.
Sirzechs's usual gentle demeanor was gone, replaced by a grim, hard look that few ever witnessed. "Kael. What have you done?" he asked, his voice dangerously calm.
"Nothing of consequence," Kael said, straightening his cufflinks as if he'd just concluded a business meeting, utterly unbothered by the gore and destruction surrounding him. "Just broadened the horizon of someone who needed perspective." As he said this, he walked calmly towards the door, stepping past the stunned Satans as if they were merely inconvenient obstacles.
"Kael, you will regret this!" Serafall screamed after him, her voice cracking with emotion, but she didn't move from her position, her priority now her unconscious sister.
Behind her, Sona was beginning to stir back to consciousness. A low, heart-wrenching sob escaped her as her blurry eyes focused on the bloody remains of her pawn, **Saji**. What was left of him was nothing. Just a red smear and the lingering scent of death. Her body shook with the force of her tears, the sound of her grief the only thing that filled the ruined, silent room, a tragic counterpoint to Kael's retreating, silent footsteps.
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