Highschool DxD : Actually Satan

It seems people didn't like the last chapter.

It is officially the worst performing chapter...

Apparently it was too conplex..

Also yes the Chapter Size is reduced not by a lot but yes its less.

Anyway..

Disclaimer: I've use the power vested in me as an author to deviate canon story of DxD by a Large margin.

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Tiamat and Tia sat beneath a massive tree, the ancient roots sprawling beneath them like veins of the earth itself.

Tia lay with her head on Tiamat's lap, golden eyes staring up at the shifting canopy above.

The wind was soft, carrying the distant sound of Leo working a few hundred meters away, lost in whatever grand design consumed his thoughts.

Tiamat's fingers idly combed through Tia's hair as she finally spoke.

Her voice was hesitant , as if weighing each word before letting it go.

"I'm ....not ....your real .....mother," she said slowly. "I'm... not ..even ..from your ...world."

A quiet moment passed between them.

Then, without speaking, Tia reached up and gently placed her hand against Tiamat's forehead.

A link formed.

Not a temporary one—a permanent one.

Tiamat blinked in slight surprise before she heard Tia's voice inside her mind.

"Now we can talk properly."

Tiamat chuckled. "So you had this ability all along."

Tia gave a small nod. "My mother and I had this too."

"…I see."

Tia's eyes softened, but her words were firm.

"I knew from when I saw you for more than a second—you're not my mother."

Tiamat didn't flinch, simply waiting for her to continue.

"You're way stronger than her you also feel different from her ... Like You are tainted by malice.."

There was no resentment, no bitterness—just a simple fact stated as it was.

"But it doesn't matter."

Tiamat's fingers paused in Tia's hair.

"Because I know—damn well—that the feeling in my heart is real."

Tiamat closed her eyes for a moment. That… was something she understood better than most.

Then, Tia's tone darkened

Tiamat remained silent, watching as Tia's expression twisted with pure, unfiltered disgust.

Like it hurt her soul just to remember.

Tia took a slow breath, steadying herself before she continued.

"You know earlier, when that man asked, I said my mother disappeared when I was five?"

Tiamat gave a small nod, waiting.

"Well, that was true."

Tia's hands clenched into fists at her sides.

"But it wasn't the full truth.My mother didn't disappear."

Her voice hardened.

"She didn't leave me. She wasn't sealed."

Tia took a long pause.

Then, Tia's gaze darkened.

"She was betrayed."

Tiamat narrowed her eyes slightly.

"By her own children..... by My "Siblings" "

The sheer loathing in her being was something Tiamat could feel through their link—raw, unfiltered hatred.

"Mother knew it was coming. She always did."

Tia swallowed, her voice steady but edged with something sharp—something that had been waiting to be spoken for a long, long time.

"She had already been cast out. Rejected. Thrown away by her own pantheon—the very one she built with her own hands."

Tiamat listened, absorbing each word carefully.

"Her own children disowned her.And she knew, one way or another, they would turn against her completely."

Tia's breath hitched, but she forced herself to continue.

"She created me when she was all alone.".

"I was still in my egg when she would cry entire nights or spend the days talking to me "

Tia's voice softened, a wistful, almost nostalgic look crossing her face.

"Life was beautiful living with her..."

She exhaled slowly, closing her eyes for a moment.

"I still remember when she taught me how to use my dragon heart. The day she showed me how to hide my divinity…"

She let out a small chuckle, though it lacked warmth.

"Back then, I didn't realize why she was teaching me those things. I thought it was just having fun lessons."

Tia's hands curled into fists.

"Mother was preparing me to survive once she was gone."

A silence settled between them, heavy and unspoken.

Tiamat picked Tia up and hugged her tightly snuggling her head like a child.

Tia paused Then, she continued.

"I remember… when she met one of those winged birdies—the ones who betrayed the so-called Biblical God."

Her lips curled slightly in amusement.

"Lucifer."

She let the name hang in the air.

"I was three years old. I didn't understand much back then. But I do remember…"

Tia's eyes were unfocused, as if peering back into that distant past.

"Mother gave him the path to create the species of devils."

"But I guess that action of her led to Retaliation"

Tia said solemnly.

The voice rang out again however this time not with solemnity, but with sheer, seething contempt.

"Those ingrates allied with that hateful flying man…"

Her teeth clenched.

"'Biblical God"

Tiamat remained quiet, letting Tia speak her feelings.

"My so-called 'brothers and sisters'… They betrayed her. They sold their own mother to Him, thinking they could end her alongside gaining allies.."

A humorless, bitter laugh escaped her lips.

"Not that they ever could kill the embodiment of life.."

The wind picked up slightly, rustling the leaves above them.

"The only reason any of them survived… was because she wasn't fighting back."

Tia exhaled, her hands trembling at her sides.

"She let it happen."

And that was the part that hurt the most.

Tia's voice wavered, anger and sorrow laced in every word.

"She let them attack her… hurt her."

Her nails dug into her palms.

"She let that so-called Biblical God mutilate her—to the point where she existed only as the sea of life once more."

Her breath hitched, the weight of the memory pressing against her chest.

"And what did he do?"

Her lips twisted into a bitter smile.

"He turned her into a twisted trophy for those worthless humans."

Tia scoffed, shaking her head.

"They call it 'Annihilation Maker' One of those so-called 'Sacred Gears.' "

Her expression darkened, a storm raging in her eyes.

"Her power, her existence—reduced to a mere tool in their hands."

Tia let out a hollow chuckle, her voice thick with emotion.

"And worst of all… in her final moments, she told me to live my life beyond her."

Her fingers curled into fists.

"How could I possibly do that? How could a mother be so cruel… to a child merely five years old?"

A quiet sniffle escaped her, and she realized with some frustration that she was tearing up in real life.

Tiamat, silent and composed, rubbed slow, soothing circles on her back.

Tia took a shaky breath, steadying herself.

"Well, I decided to be a rebellious kid. I apologized to her… and then I lived my life for revenge."

Her expression hardened, a cold fire burning in her eyes.

"Ddraig and the other dragons helped me grow stronger and stronger until one day, I was finally strong enough to end my so-called siblings. And so I did."

A cruel smirk ghosted her lips.

"I killed every single one of them. Devoured their divinity. And destroyed the civilization of those worthless apes they had chosen over their own mother."

Her fingers twitched, as if recalling the sensation of crushing gods beneath her claws.

" Using the lessons Mother gave me, I hid my divinity behind the persona of just another dragon who rampaged all the time."

"I conspired with Lucifer, helping him devise a way to win the war against the Biblical God—the last person I wanted to kill. But that fool proved useless. "

"Too weak and Too prideful "

She exhaled slowly, her voice quieter now.

"So I sacrificed everything."

Tia's gaze turned distant, lost in memories.

"The divinity I inherited from Mother. The ones I devoured from not just my brothers, but other gods I killed. Every last shred of my being."

A cold chuckle escaped her lips.

"I sacrificed it all to give birth to something this world will never see again."

Her fingers relaxed, and she leaned back against Tiamat with a weary sigh.

"And when those winged fools were too busy fighting each other, I escaped to the edges of the universe."

She closed her eyes, letting the silence settle.

Tia let out a long breath, her gaze distant.

"And then… I used all the concepts of life I inherited from Mother to give birth to the antithesis of all."

Her voice dropped to a whisper, reverent and bitter all at once.

"The Beast of Apocalypse—Trihexa."

Tiamat's eyes widened slightly, but she said nothing. She simply listened.

"It was the only shot I had at killing the Biblical God. Trihexa could grow infinitely, with no limit to its power. A beast created through my sacrifice, my final act as a goddes."

Her hands clenched into fists, nails digging into her palms.

"Unlike me, who had hit a power ceiling without divinity, he had no such restrictions. He was an ever-growing disaster, a calamity all would fear."

A shaky chuckle escaped her lips.

"It was hard… pushing the first and possibly last life I could ever give birth to into becoming something like that. A being destined to destroy."

Her voice trembled, but she swallowed down the emotion, forcing herself to continue.

"Seeing that boy, made of pure light… it took every ounce of my being to abandon him to absorb and flourish on the decaying Evil of existence. "

A silence stretched between them, heavy with emotion.

"Even if Trihexa didn't kill that bastard…" she murmured, almost to herself.

Her lips curled into a grim smile.

"My boy sure as hell made him weak enough to be killed later on."

Tia seemed to realize she had been talking for too long, but before she could apologize, Tiamat pulled her closer in response to her trying to get up.

"It's okay."

She hugged Tia tighter, her warmth gentle yet firm.

"You. ... went through a lot..."

Tia looked up, her vision blurred with unshed tears, and for the first time, she saw it—Tiamat was crying too.

The sight struck something deep within her, something she hadn't realized she had been yearning for.

"I'm sad I met you so late..." Tiamat whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

She rested her forehead against Tia's.

"But I'm truly thankful Leo brought you here."

They stayed like that for a moment, wrapped in each other's presence, their emotions settling.

Then, after a long silence, Tiamat finally spoke again.

"What you did was bad," she said, her voice gentle but firm.

Tia tensed, expecting judgment, but what she got instead was something entirely different.

"You shouldn't have abandoned your child. When I get to your world, we'll work together to heal that boy and give him the proper love he deserves."

Tia's breath hitched.

She smiled—a broken, fragile smile—as she whispered,

"Thank you... Mom."

Her voice trembled, barely more than a breath, but in that moment, it carried everything.

The pain, the longing, the desperate hope she had buried deep inside for so long.

Tiamat's eyes widened slightly before softening.

She pulled Tia , cradling her like a mother would a wounded child.

"You don't have to thank me, my daughter."

And for the first time in centuries, Tia allowed herself to feel small—just a daughter in the arms of her mother.

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