Nate was fast asleep, resting up for tomorrow's inevitable chaos—the hunt for the Glacial Clip.
Normally, he would've been tangled up in his usual harem cuddle pile, but tonight was… different.
Hailey and Fumika had gone back to their own homes; nothing unusual there—they didn't always stay the night.
But even Frostina, Insomnia, and Foiletta had decided to remain inside their medals instead of materializing to sleep near him.
Even Kunou and Kuroka, who never passed up a chance for more cuddles, had chosen the guest room instead.
"Nyah~ we don't know, kitten," Kuroka had said with a small shrug. "Just… feels odd tonight, nya?"
Nate didn't press the matter. He just assumed everyone needed a quiet night and drifted off to sleep.
When he woke up, the first thing he noticed was that the house was silent.
The second was the weight on his chest.
His half-awake eyes squinted toward the alarm clock: 8:00 a.m.
Way too early for anyone to be awake—especially after his dad's cooking disaster yesterday.
Then came the familiar sensation.
Someone was sitting on him.
He blinked fully awake, eyes widening.
A petite girl with long black hair and sharp, slit-pupil eyes stared down at him. Her pale face was expressionless, but her presence was unmistakable.
Ophis.
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Nate froze. His mind screamed internally:
This makes sense now! She's back!
Before he could speak, Ophis placed a delicate hand over his mouth. "You may be wondering why I am here," she said softly.
Nate could only nod, eyes twitching.
Her lips curved ever so slightly. "Simple. I am here for…"
"…Candy".
The tension died immediately.
Nate gave her a flat look as she removed her hand. "You're still stealing candy from people, aren't you?"
Ophis pouted faintly. "Yes. But yours is the best one."
He sighed, rubbing his face. "You're weird."
Still, he got up, padded downstairs, grabbed a few of Jibanyan's Choco Bars and a pack of his own Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, then returned to his room.
He handed them to her.
Nate looked at Ophis, who was sitting cross-legged on his bed, munching happily on a chocolate bar.
He let out a sigh. "Now I know why everyone felt off last night."
Ophis turned her calm, unblinking gaze toward him. "Because I wanted to talk to you in private."
Nate rubbed his temples. "Alright… so, why are you here this time?"
Ophis stood up, placing a hand on her chest with the kind of seriousness that always made Nate nervous.
"Simple," she said. "I made a group. It's called the Khaos Brigade."
Nate froze. His face went blank, but internally, he was screaming.
Oh, come on! I thought being friends with her would stop her from creating that group! How did this still happen?!
He forced a calm smile. "What's that supposed to be?"
Ophis tilted her head, then waved her hand. A small ripple of dimensional energy appeared beside her, and a pile of video game cases floated out — all ones Nate had given her years ago.
She pointed to them proudly. "A Demon Lord Army. Mine. You gave me these games, I played them all… and I realized something."
Nate's eye twitched. "…And that is?"
"I am the Demon Lord," she declared. "And you are the Hero."
Nate stared at her for a long second. Then he exhaled slowly. "...Great. So, the strongest being in existence just built an evil organization because of JRPG logic."
Ophis blinked innocently. "Yes. Isn't it fun?"
Nate buried his face in his hands. "I'm starting to miss the days when Yokai chaos was my biggest problem."
Ophis looked at Nate, eyes glowing faintly with that endless void-like calm.
Then she pointed a finger straight at him.
"I want you to defeat me," she said flatly. "Defeat me and my group. Be the Hero and destroy the Demon Lord."
Nate blinked once. Twice. Then sighed deeply, rubbing his eyes.
"Alright, I'll bite. What exactly do I get out of this little game of yours?"
For the first time in… possibly ever, Ophis smiled. It wasn't much — just a small, almost mischievous curve of her lips — but on her usually emotionless face, it was shocking.
"Me," she said simply.
Before Nate could even process that, Ophis reached into the air itself and pulled something out — a Yokai Medal.
Except… that shouldn't have been possible. She wasn't a Yokai.
Yet the medal shimmered with an eerie infinity symbol glowing in its center.
Nate's mouth fell open. "Wait, you—how—"
"Because I wanted to," Ophis said as if that explained everything. Then, with another casual motion, she formed a sword out of pure energy.
It was jet-black, almost liquid in texture, with draconic scales rippling along the blade. The hilt shimmered faintly with her sigil — the Ouroboros snake devouring its tail.
She held it out to him. "Also this. A gift. I made it myself. I was going to give it to you on your birthday."
Nate stared at the sword — then back at her — then at the medal again.
"So… you created a shadow organization, gave me a boss quest, and made me a god-tier weapon as a birthday present?"
Ophis nodded proudly. "Yes. I even gave the sword a name."
Nate raised a brow. "Dare I ask?"
Ophis blinked, then said with a straight face, "Infinite Love."
Nate's brain blue-screened for a solid five seconds.
"…You're worse than Foiletta," he muttered under his breath.
Ophis tilted her head, curious. "That's a compliment, right?"
Nate sighed, dragging a hand down his face. "Does your group even know what you're doing?"
Ophis tilted her head, her expression as calm as ever — though a tiny, almost proud smile curved her lips.
"No," she said simply. "They just heard I was forming a group… and joined. I didn't ask for details."
Nate blinked. "You didn't—so they just joined because you said so?"
"Yes." Ophis nodded with the confidence of someone who saw no issue in forming an interdimensional army by accident. "Also, I made a rule. No targeting civilians."
That actually made Nate pause. His inner thoughts screamed like a thousand alarms.
That's already better than the canon Khaos Brigade!
He rubbed his temples, muttering, "...Why do I get the feeling you're accidentally running this better than half the leaders in history?"
Ophis ignored the comment, her eyes softening slightly. "They probably think I created it to destroy Great Red."
She looked down at her hands, her voice quiet but steady. "But I won't tell them why I really made it."
Nate leaned forward, brow raised. "And that is…?"
Ophis met his eyes — her usual emptiness replaced by something faintly warm.
"So that you could stop me," she said. "Because if you don't… I might forget what I wanted to protect."
That caught him off guard. There was no irony, no joke in her tone — just honesty.
Nate exhaled slowly, a small smile tugging at his lips. "You really are weird, you know that?"
Ophis blinked. "Yes. You tell me that often."
Nate just shook his head, muttering, "And yet somehow, you keep proving it."
Nate just sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "So, let me get this straight," he began slowly. "You made this group because I gave you games… then you found out you where the Demon Lord… then you found out I was the Hero… and now you want me to stop you because you might forget what you wanted to protect and because—"
Ophis calmly finished the sentence for him, her eyes locked on his.
"Because I want to spend more time with you, my mate."
For a full second, the room was silent.
Nate blinked once. Twice. His mind short-circuited.
"...I— wait, what?"
Ophis tilted her head, as if he had asked the world's simplest question.
"You heard me."
Nate groaned, dragging a hand down his face again. "Ophis, you can't just— that's not— You can't just call someone your mate out of nowhere!"
"But I can," she replied in her usual, emotionless tone, though the faintest blush colored her cheeks. "You gave me warmth… food… games… attention. That's more than anyone else ever has."
Nate just stared, trying to process that logic. "That's not how this works—"
"Then teach me," Ophis said simply, taking a small step closer.
There was a long pause.
Nate: "...I suddenly understand why Azazel drinks."
Ophis looked at him as she gently kissed his cheek. "Good luck," she said softly before stepping back.
As she vanished into the Dimensional Gap, Nate let out a long sigh. "I really did change her a lot from canon…" he muttered to himself.
He sat back, his mind drifting. Five years ago…
Flashback – Five Years Ago
It was the day Nate had first received his Yo-kai Watch—right after the ceremony.
Whisper and Jibanyan were fast asleep in their medals, snoring faintly. The room was quiet, peaceful.
Nate lay on his bed, half-asleep, when he suddenly felt something… heavy pressing against his chest.
He opened his eyes—only to meet a pair of cold, silver ones staring back at him.
Before he could even scream, a hand covered his mouth.
The girl above him had long, jet-black hair that flowed like ink and eyes that seemed to pierce through dimensions themselves.
"Hello, Child of Prophecy," she said in a calm, emotionless tone.
Nate froze. He didn't need to ask who she was. His mind screamed her name—
Ophis.
But before he could move, his Yo-kai Watch reacted on its own.
The sun-shaped emblem of Amaterasu glowed brightly, and golden chains burst forth, wrapping around Ophis like a divine defense mechanism.
The chains clinked and shimmered, restraining her body—but Ophis didn't resist. She simply looked down at them with mild curiosity, as if she already knew they couldn't hold her.
At least… until her expression shifted slightly.
She felt something strange. Not her power being drained—Ophis's power was infinite—but her stamina. Her infinite energy felt like it was being gently siphoned away, and for the first time in ages… she felt tired.
Nate stammered as he scrambled back a little, eyes wide. "Y-you're… Ophis."
The girl tilted her head slightly, her expression unreadable. "You know my name."
Nate swallowed hard, forcing himself to nod. "M-my mom told me about you."
A faint flicker of curiosity crossed Ophis's face. "I see."
Her tone was flat, but her body language was different. The chains shimmered as her breathing slowed. She looked… tired. Not in pain, but as if something deep inside her was being gently drained.
Nate's fear began to fade, replaced by worry. "S-sorry," he said softly.
He reached out, trying to undo the chains with his hands, but they didn't budge. The golden links pulsed faintly with divine light, resisting every tug.
Then his eyes landed on the glowing sun emblem—the mark of Amaterasu—on the face of his Yo-kai Watch.
He hesitated for a moment, then took a breath. "Alright… let's hope this works."
He pressed his finger against the emblem.
The golden light faded as the chains dissolved into glittering motes, vanishing into the air. Ophis stood there, free once again, the faint shimmer of divine light still clinging to her form.
Nate stepped back cautiously, still holding his Yo-kai Watch. "Why are you here, Miss Infinity?" he asked, voice steadying a little.
Ophis looked at him with her usual calm, unreadable gaze. "Help me kill Baka Red."
Nate blinked once. Then again. "…You mean Great Red?"
"Yes."
The word hung in the air, simple but heavy.
Nate scratched the back of his head nervously. "You… want me to help you kill the Dragon of Dreams? The biggest thing in existence besides yourself?"
Ophis nodded as if she were asking him to fetch candy from the store. "He took my home. I want it back."
There was no anger in her voice. Just a quiet, endless certainty.
Nate sighed. "You do realize I'm, like… twelve, right?"
"I know," Ophis replied, tilting her head slightly. "But you are special. The chains did not destroy me. They drained me… gently. That means you can touch infinity without breaking."
That made Nate freeze. "Touch infinity without breaking…"
He didn't fully understand it, but it felt important—like she had seen something in him even he didn't know.
Ophis looked at him again. "So… will you help me?"
Nate let out a long breath. "I can't kill him for you. But maybe… I can help you find another way."
For the first time, Ophis blinked in surprise. A faint spark of warmth flickered in her otherwise void-like eyes.
"Another way?" she repeated.
"Yeah," Nate said, smiling a little. "Maybe you don't need to fight him. Maybe you just need to understand each other. You both just… want peace, right?"
Ophis was silent for a long moment, then finally nodded. "You are strange, Child of Prophecy."
"Yeah," Nate chuckled. "People say that a lot."
And that was how it started—the night Infinity met the boy who taught her something even she had forgotten: that peace was possible, even between gods.
End of Flashback
Nate lay back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling as the memories faded.
"I literally used common knowledge to end a fight between two cosmic dragons…" he muttered, dragging a hand down his face.
He paused for a second, then groaned into his pillow. "I'm sorry, but was everyone else in canon DxD just dumb?"
A beat passed before he sighed again. "Right… supernatural battle manga. Brains not included."
Dimensional Gap
The infinite expanse of nothingness was… less empty than usual.
Floating islands of manga shelves drifted lazily through the endless sky, glowing screens displayed looping anime openings, and a giant PlayStation controller the size of a meteor hovered beside an actual TV.
The chaotic calm of infinity had somehow turned into what looked like a cosmic otaku lounge.
A colossal dragon with radiant crimson scales — Great Red — floated through the void, staring at a massive LED screen that displayed Naruto Shippuden. He didn't even blink as explosions and theme music filled the infinite silence.
When Ophis silently appeared beside him, he tore his gaze from the screen and looked at her with a casual, rumbling voice that could shake dimensions.
"...You were gone."
Ophis held a small paper bag filled with chocolate wrappers. "Visited Nate."
Red blinked. "The human?"
"The favourite one."
There was a pause. Red turned back to the screen and sighed deeply — which caused a nearby floating manga shelf to spin out of orbit.
"Of course you did. Every time you visit him, you bring back more human nonsense."
Ophis tilted her head, confused. "Nonsense?"
Red motioned with a claw at the surrounding scenery. "Look around! This was the Dimensional Gap! Now it looks like Akihabara had a baby with the void!"
Ophis blinked once, completely unfazed. "I like it. Comfortable."
Great Red groaned, muttering to himself. "We're literal embodiments of creation and infinity… and she's turned my home into a gamer's dream room."
Ophis calmly unwrapped another Reese's cup she'd saved, nibbling it in perfect serenity. "You're just jealous Nate doesn't call you 'favourite'."
Great Red paused mid-sigh, staring at her blankly. "...You wound me, small lizard."
"Jealous."
He huffed out a puff of reality-warping smoke that briefly turned into pixelated hearts before dissolving. "...You've been spending way too much time around humans."
Ophis turned back toward the screen, unbothered. "Yes. It's fun."
Great Red smirked, the corners of his massive jaw curling as he held the oversized controller between two claws that could flatten mountains. "So, we're counting our battle in Super Smash Bros., huh? Fine. But this time—no cheap ring-outs."
Ophis floated beside him, calm as ever, already gripping her controller with one small hand. "Agreed. But I'm picking Link this time."
The red dragon gave her a look of mock offense. "You always pick Link."
"Because he wins."
Red snorted, reality rippling from his nostrils. "He spams spin attack. That's not winning, that's cheating."
"Winning," she repeated flatly.
The air around them shimmered as a massive holographic TV blinked into existence, Super Smash Bros. Ultimate booting up with its triumphant theme. A floating island of manga drifted lazily past as the two dragons — literal cosmic beings — stared at the "Press Start" screen like two college roommates about to settle a grudge.
As the match began, the Dimensional Gap echoed not with the roar of chaos, but with the sounds of buttons clicking and digital explosions.
Ophis' Link expertly dodged a charged attack. "You missed."
"Lag!" Red protested immediately.
"There is no lag in infinity."
"Then you're hacking!"
"Still winning."
Red growled, the void rumbling in sync. "I swear, when Nate visits next, I'm making him nerf Link."
Ophis' calm voice cut through the chaos as her final smash activated. "No need. I already asked him to buff me."
The screen flashed: K.O.!
Great Red slumped back, defeated again. "I hate humans…"
Ophis, perfectly emotionless, handed him another controller. "Rematch?"
He glanced at her, then grinned. "...Best of three."
To be continued
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