Unexpected Reunion: Rediscovering Bonds with Old Friends

Passing through the twelve thrones, the journey led to the emperor's throne.

Behind the majestic seat, two aura-infused blades adorned the wall – one radiating a vibrant red energy, the other a calming blue.

Their exotic edges held a golden beastly allure, with intricately carved scriptured sheaths adding to their mystique.

Together, they formed a cross, symbolizing power and legacy in the emperor's realm.

As the swordsman touched and breathed upon the blade, it quivered and emitted a low, haunting hum, resonating with otherworldly sounds emanating from the demonic weapon.

The demon blade's construction fused rare materials from ancient ruins, and intricate formation seals were intricately embedded throughout .

The entire blade emanates a demonic sword Qi, enveloped in an Azura blue hue, accented by pulsating red vein-like lines, creating a mesmerizing and foreboding aesthetic.

As the swordsman touched and breathed upon the blade, it quivered and emitted a low, haunting hum, resonating with otherworldly sounds emanating from the demonic weapon.

Its stream-like form resembles a blade with a razor-sharp edge, designed to effortlessly cut through enemies' flesh.

A coveted weapon with an insatiable desire to unleash chaos and disrupt, its very existence is an embodiment of formidable power

In the entire demon realm and within legendary tales, these blades can hold a position of great prominence, if not standing at the pinnacle of recognition.

The blades, along with any other demonic weapons in the throne chamber, had the power to awaken greed in many, be they human heroes or even gods.

Yet, all these sacred treasures remained locked and sealed away within the confines of the castle.

None knows of these legendary creation of a era of genration could ever see the light of day and will thier tales be able to be passed as any other famours weapons.

Will there really come an time for them to dance and perform thier destructice power to thier utmost will??

The white-haired swordsman has skillfully wielded the two demonic exotic great artworks, seamlessly placing the blades behind his back after cleansing his body.

As the body liberated itself from the confines of light armor, what confronted them possessed the capacity to leave demons and humans alike breathless, their footing faltering in awe.

It was difficult to fathom that the prince of the Phoenix noble demon clan bore an almost grotesque body, adorned with dense scars resembling a graveyard—marked by both subtle and pronounced cuts, interwoven with profound burn scars.

It was challenging to conceive that the prince of the Phoenix noble demon clan possessed an almost hideous physique, adorned with a multitude of scars that resembled a graveyard—both subtle and prominent cuts intertwined with massive gashes, and deep burn scars, creating a tapestry of battle-worn resilience.

So, it raised questions about a clan celebrated for their immortality, as to how they could endure bone-chilling burns that appeared to narrate a tale of tragedy and desperate moments.

As a demon, these wounds seem to attempt to incinerate the Phoenixs body, making them wonder as demons, because these wounds could only be inflicted by sacred holy weapons over an long period of time

The mere menroin that someone from the noble demon clan could be injured to such a severe degree was something the demons would found hard to believe, as they had not encountered information about such any battle between with church or fallen angels

The swordsman was elegantly dressed as if, exuding both charm and wild elegance, with a demonic aura enveloping him.

Adorned with two earpieces, each etched with scriptures of swords and spears, creating an alluring allure that stirred a sense of fascination.

With a black robe intricately embroidered with gold, paired with crisp white pants and a cloth at his lower waist, he exuded an air of both elegance and prowess.

'Hmm the Red dragon Emperor that will be intresting on whole level ahead 'thought the white haired

The cold-faced Riser wore a subtle smile as he pondered the remains of the Heavenly Dragons, envisioning them as materials for crafting exotic treasures.

He touched his left eye, as if recalling the sacred treasure creations which me made real with his abilities bestowed upon him by this hard heart system .

Occult Research Club Human world

Meanwhile on an anothor town of Kuoh on the territory of Shinto gods in Japan an prestigus school clubhouse made of wood and antiques was rialed up

The red-haired princess spoke with fiery determination,as to declar an cretian fact

"That guy is just a douchebag; I don't want to marry someone like him."

Her words burned with intensity as she dismissed the idea with a smoking flame of conviction.

Amid a verbal conflict of dissatisfaction, the entire Occult Research Club was turned upside down during their intense fight, leaving chaos in its wake.

Sona Sitiri, the heir of the Sitiri clan renowned for their medical expertise and abundant resources, accompanied by her Queen, Tsubaki Shinra, stood poised, awaiting the arrival of someone.

Listening to the complaints and grievances of the red-haired princess, a black-haired heir of the Sitori Clan said to her best friend,

"Sometimes it's really crucial to lend an ear, and not blindingly belive in to others baesd on words as understanding can bridge the gaps."advised the Sona

As the heir of the Noble Demon Clan and the sister of the current Demon King, she retained some information about the childhood friend Riser's change, making her cautious and curious about his change .

Is thier anything that can cought sona to say these words to which even the restless Rias must thing twice as her friend she can truest Sona a little

Tsubaki Shinra, a black-haired girl with an attractive physique, couldn't help but be a bit curious, observing Sona's eager searches and wondering why the student council president was on a quest to find something or someone.

To Shinra, Sona appeared to be waiting with an eagerness akin to a fan girl anticipating her idol, creating a playful teasing mood for her .

"What could make someone like Sona so eager is it something or someone," she thought, entertaining a suspicion yet denying it to herself.

'Can even Riser open an academy and manage? When will i to can fullfill my dream do I still have a long way to go at it *sigh*,'Sona thought.

She can only imagine this as a hell level difficulty task to concive the Devil Council to form a school as they will not allow such a threatening thing to exist

An academy which treat the demons equal is not something that high class pure breed demons want an all

These thoughts are more like a taboo and rebels if said as underworld is incline to on blood liniage succession supreamacy more than servants

Yet,to think that the heir of the Phoenix an friend of hervwhuch she had not much hope still found a way so she herself driven mad by curiosity about this guy.

"Perhaps mentioning something about your friend Sirarog Bael could be more hepfull or not ," Sona asked to the black-haired guy engaged in conversation with the silver-haired maid.

Under the subtle recommendation of Sona which aimed to strengthen and collet the information regarding Riser it best to ask someone who knows anything and to foster trust.

As the solitary personality of the heir of Phoenix is widely known among the devil noble clan communities so it can only ae troublesome

But as they refrained from taking further action, a blazing red flame ignited, carrying with it the magical pattern of the Phoenix Clan, imprinted vividly in the air.

As the burning flames in the occult research room ceased their dance, a white-haired man dressed in a black robe adorned with intricate golden patterns and black pants gracefully descended landing like a drop of water in a tranquil pond.

With him as the opener, one after another, three more silhouettes emerged, each adorned with a phoenix-patterned,

engraved magic circle, creating an aura of mystique and arcane presence

The already crowded meeting venue was once again filled with more individuals, intensifying the air of anticipation and creating a bustling atmosphere.

The white-haired swordsman's crimson eagle-like eyes roamed freely, their piercing gaze exerting a palpable pressure that sent shivers through the assembled individuals, creating an atmosphere charged with both anticipation and apprehension.

As his eyes shifted from the black-haired ponytail girl to the red-haired one, it lingered for a while at the white-haired cat girl.

Their eyes met for an instant, creating a moment of unspoken connection.

As if recognizing someone amidst the crowd, he inclined his head slightly toward a black-haired figure with a bob cut, possessing violent purple eyes framed by spectacles.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it? Five or seven years, if my memory serves me right," said the white-haired swordsman in a monotone voice, his eyes calm without a hint of turbulence.

The white-haired swordsman's silhouette silently drifted away, leaving no room for them to say anything in response.

Silently and swiftly, he took his seat at the desk without glancing at the red-haired girl.

Only a few skilled swordsmen and spearmen perceived something vastly different.

Kiba and Tsubaki sensed a deadly chill, as if someone above was exerting a suffocating influence, causing them to lose a few breaths, emanating from the white-haired figure and his subtle movements.

In their eyes, his body seemed like a towering one, filled with immense, pure demonic sword qi.

It felt as if blades and swords were poised at their very beings, causing them to lose breath and cold sweat to ooze out.

"The young master of the Phoenix seems talented in the ways of sword and spears, contradicting the rumors in the underworld," remarked Tsubaki, a black-haired, busty girl with long hair, recovering from the chilling frost state.

Her tone carried more awe than skepticism.

"Who knows, perhaps just a bit of swordplay or lancer play "The mystery surrounding the young master's skills adds to the intrigue.

As he took his sitt on the sofa alone followed by three sillhouttes

Behind the white-haired figure, someone massive, often ignored by many, had his lips upturned and twitched slightly—a skilled and underestimated individual.

It sounds like there was a surprising and unexpected turn of events, leaving some individuals bewildered as they struggled to align with the altered atmosphere.

The presence of a playful blonde character in their mind and current alluring cold mam seems hard to aeccpt for one named Rias ,Sona and Akeno added an element of confusion to the situation.

It appears that the person preceding them had similarities with the white-haired swordsman, and it took a considerable amount of time for them to understand or know more about this individual.

As the red haired girl collected herself first than other

Rias loudly expressed her desire not to marry, even though the person in question hadn't said anything to cater to her or anyone else.

It seems like an assertive declaration against the idea of marriage.

The brown haired boy in clubroom recalling an incident from the previous day at his house, is now dumbfounded upon realizing that his red-haired boss has a marriage contract with the handsome swordsman, a brown-haired individual.

The unexpected connection adds another layer of surprise to the scenario.

"The boss will not marry a grilled chicken like you in her life you bastard white face guy "as if he was seemingly enraged to this new rival to his dream, he loudly affirmed his stance, which may seem to other hia likening to his red-haired boss for to be the king of his dreams.

However, as he did not hesitated to voice out his opinion fully, not being fully aware that the situation might become more contentious if he expressed his feelings openly.

It seems there's a harsh perception regarding the boss's marriage choices, emphasizing a dismissive sentiment towards the observer.

To the reference to a "grilled chicken" which added a touch of sarcasm to the situation .

Sona Tsubaki and Kiba Yuto were left astonished by the bondless courage of the brown-haired individual

Who seemed to be about to erupt as he did that by advancing forward perhaps to confront and face of the white-haired swordsman directly.

But he seem to be the only one acting or taking any sort of action in entire room with devils as other were either cought offguard or to be looking for next course of action

As the unfolding events appeared to captivate those witnessing the scene.

Kiba Yuto, a knight of the Gremory family, attempted to intervene, urging caution and warning about the danger to someone named Issei.

"You should not go there issei its danger...."However, he was cut off before he could convey any more information.

Rias and others even Sona seems the situation didn't escalate into a physical assault, with only a verbal confrontation taking place.

The presence of the silver-haired maid, known as the strongest queen, influenced the white-haired individual's decision not to take any further action.

As she was also the current wife of the one of leaders of great demon king known as lucifer an ally of red haired princess

Her face was cold with no visible change yet see was ready to infear an an time to stop mainly the white haired swordsman

The unfolding events appeared to be intricate and unpredictable.

A tense atmosphere enveloped everyone, as a palpable threat filled the air.

A cold demonic aura, akin to a blade on the neck, deterred any movement, causing the room temperature to visibly drop.

The stark contrast between the current reality and their previous expectations became apparent.

The white-haired swordsman, addressing someone named Morgol, suggested that the current situation might be orchestrated by the hand of the Great Demon King.

The release of an azure blue demonic sword qi from his body added an ominous and formidable aspect to the confrontation.

"Some annoying bastards above are truly unsettled, to think about employing the hand of the current Red Dragon Emperor in this complex and elaborate place to try to put me in my place *A little funny isn't Bullet but--" as the white-haired swordsman, said hinting something which layered and intricate smell of schemes unfolding .

"Tch shamless bastards to think you seem to place to much high hopes on this preverted Red dragon emperor can he last to test the muddy water"said the cold white faced swordsman