Highschool DxD : Actually Satan

Rant at the bottom.

Also the story seems to be running out of steam a bit you can revive the dying hype by adding one powerstone each person.

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In the city of Äußerst, the candidates for the First-Class Mage Examination had been stuck for over a month because of delays due to the sky breaking incident.

The Mage Association had ordered them to stay, saying it was for their safety and that the exam needed a controlled environment.

But before the exam could finally restart, a massive wave of magic suddenly spread across the world.

It was so powerful that almost every mage in the city collapsed, knocked out instantly.

The stronger ones, like Frieren, managed to stay conscious, but they lost control of their magic, something that rarely ever happened.

The Continental Mage Association was in complete disarray.

Almost all of its key members were out of commission—the mana wave had affected every single mage, regardless of rank or experience.

At first, the leading speculation was that the Demon King had somehow revived, more powerful than ever.

It was the only event in history that could cause such a massive disturbance in magic.

But that theory was quickly dismissed by Serie, the Head of the Mage Association.

She noted she saw the source of The mana wave and it wasn't demonic in origin.

When pressed for more information, she refused to elaborate.

Even though Serie was one of the most powerful mages alive, she had sustained significant damage from the wave.

That fact alone was terrifying—if even she had been affected so badly, then whatever caused this was something far beyond their understanding.

Now, Frieren, Fern, and Stark sat in the inn's cafeteria area, surrounded by other mages who had also been affected by the mysterious mana wave.

Each of them was drinking a bitter-tasting medicine meant to help ease the lingering pain.

Frieren, however, was sulking. She poked at her cup with a dissatisfied look, clearly unwilling to drink.

"Just drink it already, Frieren-sama" Fern sighed, rubbing her temples. "You're being worse than a child."

"It's bitter," Frieren grumbled, staring at the cup as if it had personally offended her.

Stark, who had already finished his dose, watched the exchange with slight amusement.

Frieren ignored him, still debating whether drinking it was really worth it.

Just as they were finishing up and getting ready to leave, a messenger arrived, handing Frieren a sealed letter.

It was from Serie, the Head of the Mage Association.

She had called for a gathering of mages to discuss the recent mana wave. Most of the summoned mages were first-class, but Frieren had also been invited—clearly for a different reason.

Not that she cared much.

As she read the letter, the inn's doors opened, and a man stepped inside.

He was tall, with brown hair, wearing a black coat that gave him the air of a refined gentleman.

His glasses added to his soft approachable appearance.

After stepping in, he glanced around the inn, scanning the cafeteria area before heading toward the receptionist at the corner.

"One room, please," he said politely. "For a single person, if possible."

The receptionist nodded, replying, "That'll be one silver for two nights."

"I'll book for six days," the man said, placing three silver coins on the counter.

She accepted the payment and handed him a room key, barely giving him a second glance.

To everyone else, he was just another rich traveler—unremarkable, apart from his wealthy-looking clothes.

But Frieren felt otherwise.

Her expression briefly darkened, her instincts flaring in warning.

She had spent an entire month in this town, surrounded by mages.

She knew all of them.

Yet, she had never sensed this man's mana before.

And he was clearly a mage who have been forbidden to enter and leave Äußerst.

Despite her growing suspicion, she said nothing, returning to sulking about Fern bullying her into drinking the medicine.

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Leo sat across from Tiamat, his expression serious, mirroring the intensity in her gaze.

Tia had been sent away so they could talk privately, but how their conversation had reached this point was beyond Leo's understanding.

He rubbed his temples, exhaling slowly. "So, let me get this straight…" He looked at Tiamat again, his face deadpan.

"The only way for you to help me evolve without making me your child is for me to drink your, uh…" He hesitated, searching for the right words. "Your milk?"

"Yes…" Tiamat replied without hesitation, her voice slow and deliberate, filled with pauses as if choosing each word carefully.

Leo stared at her. "...Seriously?"

Tiamat nodded, her cross-shaped pupils locked onto him.

"Come on," Leo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You're the Goddess of Creation. You're telling me there's no other way? You can't just tweak some parts of my physique without… this?"

Tiamat tilted her head slightly. "You… can… always… do the… same… thing… Hope… and… Nick… did…"

Leo froze, his expression tightening.

Tiamat's gaze didn't waver.

Her voice remained slow, yet there was something knowing in her tone.

"But… that's… not… something… you… want… right…?"

Leo didn't respond immediately. His silence spoke volumes.

"It's not something I'm unwilling to do," he said, crossing his arms. "I just want a different dynamic in our relationship."

Yes, Leo was aiming to lewd the Primordial Mother, and he had no qualms about admitting it.

But Tiamat only stared at him, completely confused.

Her cross-shaped pupils flickered slightly as if trying to process what he had just said.

She didn't understand him at all.

Leo sighed and shook his head. "I think I'll take you up on that offer once we finish this mission."

As he turned around, intending to shift his focus elsewhere, something blurred in his vision.

Before he could even fully turn, Tiamat was already right in front of him.

Leo stiffened.

She had moved so fast that he hadn't even registered it.

Her agility was beyond absurd at that moment.

She leaned down, her face close to his.

Leo was tall—200 cm (6 feet 7 inches).—but Tiamat was taller at 213 cm (7 feet).

Their proximity made the air feel heavier.

Tiamat's cross-shaped pupils bore into him, her gaze sharp yet seemed like she understood him at the moment.

Then, without a single word, she pressed a soft kiss.

Leo.exe stopped working.

His thoughts short-circuited.

He felt the warmth of her lips on his for just a second before she pulled away, turning around as if nothing had happened.

She started humming, walking away like this was the most natural thing in the world.

Leo had to actively force his body to remain still.

His Informational Creation worked overtime, commanding his body:

Do not blush. Do not react. Do not think about it.

It barely worked.

His lips parted slightly, and before he could stop himself, he called out:

"What...?"

His voice almost sounded normal. Almost.

Tiamat didn't even turn back.

She just smirked, as if amused, and kept walking.

Leo clenched his fists. He needed to focus. He had something important to do.

"Wait. I need your blood."

Tiamat finally paused and looked over her shoulder.

"I'm trying to make a Marble Phantasm," he explained. "The concepts related to you might help."

Without hesitation, Tiamat extended her hand, allowing him to take some of her blood.

As he worked, she absently started petting his head.

Leo nearly lost control of his expression.

Petting him? Really?

He was a grown man—well technically.

He ought have pride as a Satan too(not really).

And here she was, treating him like some favored pet after kissing him and moving withiut an explanation.

He wanted to protest, but something in the way she did it stopped him.

Her fingers were gentle, as if she were touching something precious.

For a few moments, she even held his head, her touch lingering longer than necessary.

Leo said nothing.

Not because he had nothing to say.

But because, for once, he didn't trust his own voice.

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Tiamat finally reached Tia after Leo had finished his work, her movements as fluid and effortless as ever.

Tia, still clinging to her like a koala, immediately looked up at her with narrowed eyes.

"Mommy, why did you kiss him?"

There was no hesitation in her voice—just pure curiosity and maybe a hint of concern.

Tiamat blinked at the question, then tilted her head slightly.

"Is that... what... it is... called...?" she murmured, her voice slow and deliberate as always.

Tia's expression twitched.

"I saw... it... in... Hope's... memories... about... different... kinds of... love."

Silence.

Tia just stared at her, her mind processing what she had just heard.

"Mommy..." she said slowly, her voice filled with realization and exasperation.

"I don't think you truly understand what you just initiated, do you?"

Tiamat blinked again, looking at Tia with complete innocence.

Then she tilted her head even further, her cross-shaped pupils shining as she softly muttered:

"Huh?"

Tia almost facepalmed.

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Leo stood still, staring absentmindedly at the sky, holding the small vial of Tiamat's blood in his hand.

The deep red liquid seemed to pulse faintly, carrying within it a power beyond human comprehension and Grain an element that could kill celestial bodies.

It was a treasure, something that could help him push his limits, but right now?

Right now, that was the last thing on his mind.

Instead, he was rethinking just how blessed he was by the world.

A few days ago, he was a nobody—a literal background mob character in the grand mess that was the supernatural world.

Just another face in the crowd, the kind of guy who wouldn't even get a name in some important person's story.

In fact, if things had gone differently, he probably would've been killed off in some random supernatural faction's average Tuesday, crash-out.

And yet, somehow—some way—in just a short time…

He got a kiss from THE MOMMY.

THE primordial mother.

Leo exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. I think I'm in love.

It felt too unreal.

Like he had already peaked.

Like there was no higher point to reach.

This was ascension and transcendence in raw form.

Was there even a reason to move forward anymore? Should he just retire and bask in this moment? Because seriously, what could possibly top this?

But more than that…

That was weird.

Because he hadn't even acted on his own intentions yet.

Leo had plans.

He was supposed to be the one making moves, setting things up, controlling the pace—and yet.

Somehow, he was the one getting handled.

By Tiamat.

By a being as old as creation itself.

And despite all his experience, all his planning, he couldn't even form a proper response when it happened.

Leo shook his head.

Truly… a mommy beyond mortal minds.

Leo took a deep breath, pushing aside the distracting thoughts of Mommy Tiamat and shifting his focus to something just as absurd—his Marble Phantasm.

First, the basics.

A Marble Phantasm was the ability to bring about any phenomenon within Earth's catalog of concepts.

At its core, it wasn't so much about creating something as it was about altering probability to force the world to make it happen naturally.

It was the playground of Elementals and True Ancestors—beings so deeply connected to the planet that they could command it on a whim.

A sudden windstorm shifting the battlefield in their favor? Possible.

Every single bee in the area deciding to swarm and sting the same unlucky bastard at once? Also possible.

A volcano erupting, with all the lava and debris conveniently landing in one concentrated spot and the clouds arranging to say fuck you to them ? Yep.

If something could happen in nature, however unlikely, a Marble Phantasm could make it inevitable.

That was the true strength of this ability.

But Leo didn't want a standard Marble Phantasm.

Sure, it was powerful, but the biggest problem was control.

Unlike a Reality Marble, which imposed the user's will over the world absolutely, a Marble Phantasm was still bound by nature's rules.

It could only nudge probability, not rewrite reality directly.

That was unacceptable.

Fortunately leo wasn't bound to the Type moon rulebook.

If he was going to forge something for himself, it needed to be different—a perfect balance between the freeform manipulation of a Reality Marble and the natural probability shaping of a Marble Phantasm.

Something that allowed him to dictate the outcome completely rather than leaving it to chance.

A Hybrid Phenomenon.

The idea was simple—Leo would ingrain the concept of Genesis into creating a Texture itself rather than settling for a Marble Phantasm or a Reality Marble.

Why stop at bending probability like a Marble Phantasm? Why limit himself to a Reality Marble's temporary overwrite?

Why not just create his own Texture and slap it onto the world like ORT?

Yes. Instead of bending rules or making a separate enclosed reality, he'd just overwrite the current one.

A complete "Screw you, I make the rules now" to the reality itself.

Now the real question was… how the hell was he supposed to create it?

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Stones and Reviews please

Rant about Fate verse below...

Man wtf is up with Type moon i stop to keep up for two years and it has changed a lot...

When the fuck did they reboot ORT also when is FGO coming to an end cause honestly i stopped caring after morgan lost belt.

But since i need lore drops i have to care..

I think nasu should intevene or fgo might as well end up as the last hit thing out of Type Moon.

Like Strange fake is an yearly anime now releasing 1 episode each year.

Tsukihime remake is forgottern about I already said my woes about Aoko.

Also when is Fate/ Redline getring an adaption.

More importantly when is Nasu dropping more Land of steel lore.

Like come on Fate/Notes was the peak in terms or lore drop but we still need new lore drops...