After the wall broke, as he was being carried through the air, Harry managed to get a clear look at his screaming assailant.
She was dressed like a magical girl, wielding a cheap looking plastic wand with a star on the end.
When she pointed that wand at his face, though, the magic circle that formed was VERY real.
Harry whipped his wand up. He created a shield in between them just as an icy explosion detonated. He was fired toward the ground.
Harry executed a stunning piece of magic only possible for him, conjuring an air worthy broom with one spell. The speed and turning radius of it was pitiful compared to something like a Firebolt or even a Nimbus 2000. All the same, it did the important work and kept from hitting the ground.
Harry hovered just above the grass of the Gremory estate. The magical girl shot down and landed close to him, pointing her wand again. She howled: "YOU!"
That seemed to be her war cry.
"You're Serafall, I take it?" Harry said. "Sona said so much about you!"
Buttering the vengeful Satan up didn't have the effect he hoped it would. She actually seemed to get MORE angry, to the point that little glistening crystals started forming in the air around her body.
"Don't say her name after what you did!" Serafall said.
"I never hurt Sona," Harry said carefully. "We have an extremely close relationship."
"TOO CLOSE!" Serafall screamed so loudly that her pigtails fluttered from the wind. "I went to see her tonight, because she said she wasn't feeling well… She had been having sex! With you!"
"It was completely consensual and Sona had a great time—" Harry said.
"NOBODY TOUCHES MY SISTER!"
Sona had briefly touched on her sister during the lessons. Her description of Serafall was that she tended to act like a little kid. Harry hadn't expected her to be this petulant, though. And reckless!
Serafall activated a massive spell that absorbed a catastrophic amount of mana; the most Harry had ever sensed in a spell. Harry conjured a ring of fire around himself, enchanted his suit with warming charms, and used his broom to hover higher, making sure his feet weren't touching the ground.
Everything turned to ice at once.
Serafall turned the grass and everything else touching the ground to ice. Harry's quick preparations had protected him… But based on the cold he was feeling, even a High Class devil like Riser would have been frozen solid, fire powers or no.
The range of the spell was the most frightening thing. It went almost all the way to the Gremory residence. Serafall didn't seem to notice. She was already charging up another attack.
Harry's eyes hardened. That decided it: this had to end fast.
He could already tell that Serafall wasn't the kind of being who he could brush aside like he'd done with Riser. This was a true devil, basically a walking nuke.
When fighting a nuke, it was important to bring out one of your own.
"I didn't want it to come to this!" Harry said.
"Shut up, sister toucher!" Serafall screamed, powering up another blast of her magic ice.
Harry let her magic circles form without trying to interrupt. When Serafall looked at him, grinning vindictively, Harry made sure to meet her eyes.
His legilimency attack activated.
It was his first time going into a devil's head. He could sense resistance right away. It wasn't occlumency, the way a human mind could be trained to fight back, but some kind of passive resistance. He couldn't DAMAGE her mind through the connection, thanks to that resistance.
He could, however, transmit his own thoughts, flashing memories into Serafall's head.
The first one he sent over was Sona Sitri kneeling in front of him while Tonks shoved her head up and down his dick. He made Serafall watch all the way until he came, his semen dripping out of Sona's nose.
Next was how Harry held Sona up and came in her pussy while Sona moaned and clung to him.
He didn't limit the psychic barrage to just the first day, either. Harry showed her every single creampie Sona took; every time she gobbled his cum; even the day Sona felt generous and took it in the ass. Their tutoring sessions had gotten adventurous to say the least.
The final memory was the last time Harry saw Sona. They'd finished their lesson early, since Harry and Tonks were attending the party in less than 24 hours. Harry started to get up off the couch, only for Sona (who was sitting next to him) to grab his hand.
She leaned her head to the side, resting it on his shoulder and whispering into his ear.
"Please…" she whispered. "I need your dick in me, Harry."
The dirty request coming from her straight laced younger sister was the final blow. When Harry canceled the legilimency connection, Serafall had fallen to the ground twitching and groaning, basically comatose.
Harry transfigured his shoes into spiked snow boots and crunched across the ice, lifting Serafall up by the arm. Then, he teleported the two of them back to the ballroom.
They reappeared on the balcony where Harry had talked to the girls. Since it was where he'd been the most recently, Harry chose that as the destination for ease of visualization.
No one noticed their arrival at first because everyone was crowded around the collapsed wall on the opposite side of the room.
Sirzechs was at the front of the crowd casting a complex barrier. The spell was powerful enough that it took him time to weave it, and even made him sweat a little bit.
Meanwhile, the devils who attended the ball were crowding around windows and trying to see outside. All they could see was the icyness from Serafall's first spell and the fact that no follow up attacks were visible.
"He's long dead," Eneely said, standing next to one of the windows. "I don't know why you all are even looking. That attack was overkill for one of his kind."
"Shut up! Harry is fine!" Ravel said.
She did look nervous, though, and had her forehead pressed to one of the windows. Defeating Riser was one thing; surviving even one of Serafall's spells was another.
The only people in the room who looked completely relaxed were Tonks and Fleur. They were at the back of the crowd, holding a casual conversation. When Harry got close to them, he discovered that they were discussing what kind of dinner to cook the following day.
When Fleur saw him unharmed, she simply pecked him on the lips. For these two, who were used to him, worrying about Harry is a waste of time.
"What do you zink about a meatloaf tomorrow night?" Fleur asked him.
"Let me handle this, first, dear," Harry said.
Sirzechs finished the barrier and spread his wings, preparing to fly. "Everyone, stay inside the barrier! I've protected the throne room, but if you venture outside, I can't ensure your safety! I will defuse the situation and calm Serafall down—"
"No need," Harry said.
The crowd turned around as one. Harry let go of Serafall's hand, who curled up in a fetal position and whimpered on the floor.
The devils in attendance couldn't believe their eyes. He had beaten one of the four Satans in a matter of minutes!
Technically, that was true… Harry just wasn't going to share his method. It looked better this way.
Originally, he planned to win respect through a public duel, brought on by antagonizing an unlucky victim (Eneely, as it had worked out). This, though? It would instill a much greater sense of awe in his detractors.
Harry capitalized on their shock to make his statement. He walked straight up to Rias, who had started to run to him from the crowd. Before that, she'd been begging her brother to abandon the barrier and go after Serafall faster, to save Harry.
Now, Harry stepped toward her before she reached him, pulling her into a heavy kiss.
Rias's head tilted back, she lifted one of her feet reflexively, and she let out a surprised squeak, then relaxed into the kiss. Harry kept it chaste but made sure the passion was on full display. By the time that he pulled away from her, Rias looked dazed.
Harry gazed out at the surrounding devils while his hands were still wrapped around Rias.
"I've heard that some of you have complaints about Rias's canceled marriage," Harry said. "Many of you even want to target me for being the one to disrupt it. To that I say, come after me if you want! But if you're so concerned about old families going extinct, that course of action would be counterproductive."
It was a death threat so eloquent that some in the crowd didn't even seem to catch it. Harry, however, wasn't done.
"There's a chance that some of you might even take your frustrations out on Rias. Sneakily, perhaps, to duck her scary brother. I'll say this just once. If you come after her, it's as good as coming after me, and I WILL retaliate."
His words hung over a shockingly silent ballroom. The only other person making noise was the Satan behind him in the fetal position, moaning pitifully.
Someone started clapping.
Everyone looked to the middle of the crowd, which had to part for everyone to see who was doing it. The birthday boy, little Millicas Gremory, was slamming his hands together.
"So cool!" he said, looking at Harry with stars in his eyes.
Someone else started clapping. Sirzechs Lucifer appeared behind his son.
"That was pretty cool, wasn't it Millicas?" Sirzechs said. "Come on, everybody, let's show our support for that great speech! Clap."
The last word was delivered in a dangerously low tone. Sirzechs eyes picked individuals out of the crowd, each of them matching descriptions of heirs, heiresses, and lords of various Bael aligned devil clans.
The order of their Satan was followed as devils all around the room brought their hands together, clapping for Harry. Even Eneely did it, as well as the woman next to him, which must have been his fiance. There were a lot of bitter expressions…
But they had no choice but to bite their tongue and swallow their pride.
In a way, devils were actually simple creatures! Especially the old families who clung to the traditional ways.
For them, might made right.
So you just had to be stronger than them! Simple, right?
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