4 Chapter 4

Rizevim Lucifer was bored.

No, scratch that. He was beyond bored at this point. In his relatively short life span, he has never been bored as he was now.

Rizevim was one of the oldest devils to ever live, approaching an epoch. And he couldn't think of a day he was as bored as he was today.

Why was Rizevim bored out of his mind? It was because he had to listen to the yapping of Lord Lucifuge.

He, Bidleid Bashalun Beelzebub, Tsufaame Tereaku Leviathan, and Damaidos Zereikel Asmodeus, were sat around in their individual thrones listening to Lord Lucifuge's report about what occurred during his visit to the Gremory estate.

'Well at least I am not alone in my suffering' Rizevim looked around noticing the similarly bored gazes of his Tsufaame, Bidleid, and Damaidosu.

Hell, Damaidosu had one eye closed and was nodding off. Tsufaame was braiding her hair, and Bidleid was on his phone.

Rizevim was the only one that was semi-paying attention. And he only was doing so because he was too lazy to do anything else.

Rizevim almost wanted to just kill Lord Lucifuge and be done with this, and he almost did. But then he remembered that if he killed Lucifuge he wouldn't have anyone to torment on a daily bases.

'Hmm, I can always replace him with Euclid. But then again, two people to torment are better than one'

Yes, Lucifuge gets to live today. Only so Rizevim doesn't lose a toy.

"…Lord Lucifer what do you think?" Oh, it would seem that he really wants to die. Rizevim stopped himself from painting the pristine throne room in Lucifuge's entrails. In favor of focusing on what Lucifuge just called him.

Lucifer.

How funny. Rizevim Lucifer. That was his name.

It was hilarious to him.

He wasn't a Lucifer. No. There was only one Lucifer. One Morning star. One King of Babylon. One Lightbringer.

And it certainly wasn't 'him'.

In fact, Rizevim shares a higher amount of relation to that of a dog than he does with Lucifer.

And yet, that's what everyone calls him. Lord Lucifer.

Just because he was the bastard son of Lilith and Adam who managed to spin a tale of being related to Lucifer.

It was Rizevim's proudest accomplishment. Fucking with Lucifer's legacy. Spinning, weaving, and lying to everyone and anyone, all to fuck with Lucifer.

It was insane, dumb, and suicidal. But it was what a devil does. He perverts everything and anything.

Including the devil 'himself'.

Oh, Rizevim knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Lucifer knew about him, and what he was doing. But he was insane enough to not care.

It was funny. Lucifer hated humans. Found them disgusting, nothing but mud made manifest. And yet, never did 'he' do anything to them.

Never raised a hand against them, never tortured innocents—in fact, 'he' tortured only the evils of humanity—and never tried to encroach on their oh-so-precious free will.

And yet, on Earth, to humans, Lucifer is known to be nothing but an evil, sadistic being. A being that is the source of all evil.

An excuse that humans use when they do something evil.

'The Devil made me do it!' Rizevim chuckled internally.

Sure, the Bible played part in shaping Lucifer's image as the king of hell, and the worst of all evil.

But Rizevim wasn't satisfied.

And so, he decided to make everything worse. He masqueraded as Lucifer to humans, raped, killed, tortured, and played with their precious little lives like they were marionettes.

All under the guise of being Lucifer to the humans. All so he could debauchee Lucifer's good name' to an even worse degree.

It was Rizevim's greatest accomplishment.

He knew that he was going to be killed for it. But he didn't care. He was a devil, an evil being, it was what he is supposed to do.

"So, what you want is for us to force Sirzechs to hand you Grayfia back, " Beleid Beelzebub said. Lucifuge nodded. "Are you stupid?" Beelzebub exasperatedly asked.

Lucifuge's subsequent reply was all background noise to Rirzevim at this point. He was now completely fixated on one thought.

'Beelzebub huh?'

'Fake. All of us were fakes. The real Beelzebub was in Hell, and so was the real Asmodeus, and the real Lucifer.' Rizevim almost chuckled out loud. It was hilarious to him.

'None of us were what we are called, we all are just Lucifer's little experiment on creating a better version of daddy's favorite creation'

Humanity.

'And somewhere along the way, Lucifer viewed us as lacking. And just up and left.' Rizevim was hurt that, what was at the time his idol, just up and left. Leaving him alone. 'Taking Beelzebub and Asmodeus. Leaving Levithan, once it was clear she didn't want to leave her daughter alone. '

Demons and Devils were different. Demons, unlike Devils, were not Lucifer's creation. But Angels who fell(At least for the first demons, and not the ones born in hell)and got corrupted along the way. And so, they had different restrictions placed upon them.

They were different from Fallen Angles. Sure, they came from the same species, but, if Rizevim would have to use a word to describe just why an angel would become a demon instead of a fallen angel, then he would use, evolution. They had different evolutionary paths.

One such restriction was the ability to traverse dimensions. Devils are free to go anywhere they desire if they have the power needed to skip dimensions.

Demons? They can only be summoned into another dimension by someone else.

Unless they are powerful, or lucky enough to break through dimensions. Then again, Lucifer is the one that imposed that restriction on demons. Rizevim doubted that demons just got 'lucky' when they escaped. The most likely answer was Lucifer let them leave. For one reason or another.

This is the reason Levithan didn't leave with the other 'Satans'. Because if she were to leave, since she was a demon, not a devil, she would have to leave Tsufaame alone. Not because Tsufaame was a devil, but because she couldn't bring her daughter with her to Hell.

Lucifer forbid it.

"Lord Lucifer?" Lord Lucifgue called out again when Rizevim didn't reply.

'This guy really wants to die, doesn't he?' Rizevim's finger twitched and Lord Lucifuge was on the ground screaming, hands on his head.

Bidleid and Tsufaame didn't even blink, used to Rizevim's tendencies. Frankly, they just wanted his farce of a meeting to be over with.

Damaidosu was asleep. Even the tortured screams of Lord Lucifuge didn't wake him up.

Rizevim kept the pressure of his telepathic powers on Lord Lucifgue for a few more minutes

before pulling back his finger. Stopping his torture, and Lucifuges trashing and subsequent screaming.

"L-o-ord? L-L-ucifer?" Lucifuge croaked out, his fractured mind already repairing itself.

"Sirzechs Gremory is to be left alone. Grayfia Lucifuge is now his property."Rizevim simply said. Slumping over his throne.

He read Lucifuge's mind while he was torturing him since he didn't pay attention to what the silver head man was spouting about after Bidleid voiced out his thoughts.

"B-b-but my lord! You can't, she's min-gauhck-" Suddenly Rizevim appeared in front of him, with his hand clamped over Lucifuge's neck. Hard enough to fracture the bones in his neck.

"I can't? Are you more powerful than me Lucifuge?" Rizevim raised him by his neck off the floor and at eye level with him.

Lucifuge shook his head back and forth at the speed of light. Almost bisecting his neck on Rizevim's hand.

"Sirzechs Gremory is more powerful than I. It's his right as both a devil and the superior one in strength to take anything he desires. Your daughter is one such thing." Rizevim clamped his hand further, almost breaking Lucifuge's neck into fine powder. He let him go however in favor of going back to his throne to sit.

Bidleid raised an eyebrow and Tsufaame gasped both surprised at that revelation. Oh, Rizevim knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that they inferred that Sirzechs was stronger than them, they just didn't think he was stronger than him too.

Damaidosu was still sleeping

'Hm? Seems like they have been slacking with their sensory abilities'

"M-m-more powerful thank you, sire? How could that be?" Lucifuge now on the ground, gasped in pain, his hands on his neck massaging it trying to elevate the pain.

"I told you, when I tasked you with monitoring young Gremory, to be mindful of your words. I told you to not in any way, shape, or form antagonize him." Rizevim stopped and wrinkled his forehead "And yet you went and told Lord Gremory that Grayfia was sent to monitor him? How dumb are you? At least act like a devil and lie." Rizevim couldn't help but chuckle in amusement.

Honestly, Rizevim didn't want to monitor Sirzechs because he was threatened by him or anything like that. Oh, he knew that he was nothing before that monster, and if he died at his hands then that's what Rizevim deserves for being the weaker devil. No, he wanted to 'monitor' him just so he can see what chaos Sirzechs will cause throughout his life.

Rizevim was insane, but he wasn't stupid. A 16-year-old devil, and already the most powerful devil alive—even if it seems like Rizevim was the only one that knew that fact—is sure to cause waves based solely on his monstrous existence.

And Rizevim wanted a 4k camera following him around everywhere to record his antics.

The 4k camera was, of course, Grayfia.

'But that all went to shit huh. Sirzechs stole the camera for himself'

Honestly? Rizevim couldn't be even prouder than he was already. Sirzechs did something a true devil would do.

'Now I just need to find another camera. Maybe this time I should settle for a hidden one.'

Probably should also find some silver heard humans for Euclid, poor boy got cucked

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Sirzechs Gremory

One of the things that comes with power is fame. When you have immense power, you should expect an equal if not greater amount of fame to be attached to it.

Especially when you literally flex that power in what is probably the most important event of the year to young devils.

Having said all of that, I still chose to teleport right into the middle of the most densely populated city in the underworld.

And right in the middle of the most packed and luxurious street.

Mostly because I didn't really give a single fuck, and because I am an attention whore.

Kidding.

I did this because I wanted the word to get out that Grayfia was now mine.

Devils, for a highly advanced society. With literal godlike powers. Still operate with a caveman mentality when it comes to woman's place in society.

'Which is something I can't wrap my head around. Lady Leviathan is literally the second most powerful devil currently alive.'

Behind Rizevim. And that's only the official ranking. They don't know that I outstrip both of them in sheer power yet.

My official ranking on the devil's net is rank 8. I think? And that was before a flexed my power in the young devil's gathering. I haven't checked it yet after that. I'm probably higher now.

Oh yeah. Devil Net. It's a thing.

The devils have a fully functioning internet, with memes, their own version of YouTube, Reddit, Discord, etc...

And their own Dark web.

And considering that their surface web is literally a worse version of the deep web in my old world, you could probably imagine what their version of the dark web has in it.

Friendly reminder. Devils give no shits about the age of consent. Or consent for that matter.

As a former law-abiding human, with a tiny semblance of morality. That shit disgusted me.

But they…we, are literal devils. Basic human constructs like morality, rape being a terrible act, and pedophilia do not exist for them.

Hell, to them children having sex before the age of 18 is normal, and something that is encouraged.

I wasn't the paragon of justice, or mortality by any means, but children as young as thirteen or even younger, participating in sexual acts, is just wrong.

No matter if they were active participants and are not being forced.

What's even funnier to me is that if I were to ever voice my thoughts out loud to my fellow devils, they would look at me like I was an alien. Hell, if I were to voice my thoughts out to my parents, I would be looked on like I was speaking Gobbledegook.

Granted. I give absolutely no fucks. And if someone were to ask me, I would tell them my thought process straight up.

On the other hand, with my new experience as a devil. I can see where the devils are coming from. What is the concept of age when they are immortal? What is the concept of morality when morals inherently favor goodness, and being faithful to God?

Still, the last embers of my humanity shudder at the thought of a thirteen-year-old girl having sex on camera for a porno.

It's probably something that I will never lose from my humanity. And honestly? I never want to lose it.

Overall. The point I am trying to make here is that devils in this universe are nothing like the ones in DxD. Sure, they might share the same appearances and names. But they are much eviler, and crueler.

They embody everything a devil is and should be in the minds of humans.

Which is why I am making a public spectacle of having Grayfia in my arms.

I wanted to get the message across to the residents of the underworld that Grayfia was off-limits. She was now 'claimed' by me.

Caveman mentality I tell you.

Though, I think people are staring at me because I appeared suddenly in the middle of a crowded street than the scantily clad woman in my arms.

I made sure to ignore the gazes, some of which were lecherously looking at Grayfia and me. As I—we made our way to the tall leaning tower in the middle of the city square. About three or four miles away from where we are.

It looked exactly like the leaning tower of Pisa. Just golden in color and studded with jewels. But nobody needs to know that I recreated something that isn't even created yet from the human world.

Or the fact that I stole the credit for the creation of pizza from Italy.

"C-can you please put me down" Grayfia mumbled into my neck. An embarrassed flush coursing all the way to her neck. One of her hands(the one she wasn't holding me with) was holding the hem of her short dress down to cover her crotch area to prevent anyone from seeing her thong.

Something no devil worth their salt would care for showing. Some devils walk around naked for Lucifer's sake.

Heh, guess I have found a fellow 'prude'. I knew we were perfect for each other.

"No can-do babe. I like how you feel in my arms. "I squeezed her tighter into myself, loving how soft she felt against my hard muscles.

I peeked down at Grayfia and saw her blush an even brighter shade of red, she squeaked something under her breath before closing her eyes and hiding further into the crook of my neck.

Honestly, she was too cute for a devil. I patted her back and continued walking towards the leaning tower. Absentmindedly, noticing the dozen or so phones recording Grayfia and me as we walked.

'Well, I managed to achieve what I came here for. Might as well just teleport straight toward the restaurant

And I did just that. Signaling Grayfia with my eyes,—after I managed to pry her away from my neck —that I was about to do so. Just so she can prepare herself for the vertigo.

She nodded, gesticulating that she was ready, and instantaneously we were in a grand room, filled with golden statues, and tall marble pillars. The carpet was crimson red, and the chandeliers above were made out of diamonds with small suns inside of them lighting up the room.

They were literal mini suns that I created and housed inside light bulbs. Something, that funnily enough, wasn't that hard to do. It's just a bunch of hydrogen and helium compressed and held by its own gravity. Magic filled out the rest of the elements needed, and made it possible for me to decrease its size. Then runes, engraved into the bulb itself made it feasible for the sun to be housed in what is basically just glass.

"Sir, your table is ready." The receptionist, a woman—devil with white hair, and blue eyes, standing behind a desk made from obsidian and etched with golden borders, called out once she saw us appear in the waiting hall.

She didn't need to ask for my name because of A. I was famous enough for everyone in the underworld to know who I am and B. Because I owned the tower.

It was one of my many…many properties that I owned across the underworld. It was a project Ajuka, and I came up with one day. We were fiddling with a half-baked Anti-matter injection system when we ran into the problem…we kind of blew up half the castle we were working under.

And the backyard.

And the forest behind the backyard.

Obviously, Ajuka's parents weren't impressed, and my parents weren't about to volunteer their castle to my and Ajuka's mad experiments.

And so, we needed to figure out a place where we can run our experiments without getting into trouble with anyone.

So, we chose to build a tower in the middle of the capital of the underworld in the most densely populated place in the underworld.

We could have built another dimension and just done our thing there, but honestly, it was an opportunity for me to start a business and make an insane amount of revenue, while also building a place for me and Ajuka's shenanigans.

And I am making a truly schizophrenic amount of soul coins (the underworld currency, we deal with souls, I know, big shocker!) every day.

The tower wasn't only a restaurant, that was just two of the floors in the tower. It was also, a shopping center, filled with clothing, electronics, and recreational stores.

And at the very top of the tower was Ajuka's and I's laboratory. Because having a lab in the basement is for chumps, and C-class villains.

I set Grayfia down took her hand into my own and made my way inside the restaurant and toward our table. Grayfia smoothed out her dress, blushing when she noticed a lot of eyes on her thighs and rear.

They immediately took their eyes off her when they saw who was holding her hand.

By this point, we had already made it to our table, one that was directly looking down at the city down below

"You can change your dress if you want to Grayfia. "I said this as I pulled the chair out for her "

I know that dressing this way is making you uncomfortable"

"No, I like how you look at me," Grayifa shyly said taking a seat, tsking when she noticed that some people were still looking at her thighs "Just not how they look at me."

"Want me to kick them out?" I asked, it wasn't something I would do on normal bases. Looking at a woman especially when she is dressed proactively is just natural for a man to do, what's not natural however is staring. A passing glance is fine in my books.

"No, they can look all they want," Grayfia said, her tone frosty. Then she spoke in a louder tone" I just might freeze their balls if they stare for more than a minute"

That immediately made the remaining few brave souls look away, holding their Johnny in phantom pain. Even I felt phantom pain from the image alone.

I coughed, picking up the menu "So, I know that I said that I wanted to try the pizza here, but if you would like something else feel free to order it" I scratched the back of my head, "I mean, this restaurant isn't just a pizza place, they have different options."

Grayfia didn't reply for a second, she signaled the waitress waiting in the corner to come over.

"You said you wanted to try pizza right?" Grayfia half asked half stated, I nodded "You intrigued me. So, I am going to eat whatever you're eating."

"Heh, I find your faith in my culinary choices fascinating," I noticed that she was getting confident as time passed, a far cry from the shy woman from before "I would almost say it's disturbing." So, why not banter a bit? I always liked confident girls over shy ones.

"Disturbing? Because I trust your judgment on what goes inside my stomach?" Grayfia chuckled "I am half expecting for you to literally rearrange my stomach tonight, do not see how that's any different."

'Jesus Christ.' I raised my eyebrows all the way past my hairline.

I went to reply but the waitress had come already to the table at this point.

"Yes? What could I get for you sir, madam"

Grayfia just looked at me, not knowing what to order.

"Can we get a large veggie pizza?" I picked the safest option for someone who never tried pizza before, I could have ordered a cheese pizza but cheese pizza is boring.

Don't get started on pineapple on pizza. That shit is an abomination.

"Certainly sir, any drinks?" The waitress nodded, giving me her full undivided attention and hooded eyes. Not surprising, she was a devil, they want fuck anything that is more powerful than them.

"Yes, lemonade for me. What do you want to drink Grayfia?" I ignored the 'fuck me eyes' and focused again on the beautiful woman in front of me.

"I'll have red wine," Grayfia noticed how the waitress was eyeing me but didn't comment on it, just raising an eyebrow at her.

Which did the trick, the waitress looked terrified all of a sudden. Grayfia was known as an up-and-coming powerhouse in the underworld. No sane devil would want to fuck with someone that can freeze you in a nanosecond if they so choose.

"Coming right up sir, madam." The waitress hurriedly excused herself.

"Lemonade?" Grayfia asked, surprised. Devils liked their alcohol.

"I dislike alcohol." I shrugged. I really did, it tasted horrible to me. I probably could create something with alcohol that would taste amazing, but honestly, alcohol is overrated.

That. And I saw my friend's addiction to alcohol back in my old world. I am not interested in anything that can do that to a man.

There was silence as Grayfia and I stared into each other eyes before I asked a question that's been weighing on my mind ever since I met her.

"What were your orders for your assignment?" I was referring to what her father called 'supervising' me.

"I was told to follow you around and report what you do. And that's about it" Credit to Grayfia she didn't waste any second and immediately answered. "Obviously that's not going to happen anymore, since you 'stole' me away from my father. "Her tone suddenly changed, containing an edge of mirth.

"Sorry?" I half stated, half asked.

"Why are you apologizing? I found it hot." Grayifa asked, perplexed.

'Oookay…' I wasn't expecting that.

Fucking devils and their weird societal norms.

"So, what becomes of me? Am I just going to become a sex slave, a concubine or..?" She trailed off waiting for my answer.

"You are being awfully calm about this." I didn't answer her non-question.

Grayfia raised an eyebrow. "Do you have any idea what's it like to live under the roof of a brother obsessed with you and a father that treats you like you're his property?" She rhetorically asked "Yeah, not very fun. Literally, anything is better than that." She blew a hair away from her eyes, her eyes downcast.

'Yeah, devils are weird like that.' My mom being an example of being obsessive, I didn't find any problems with it since…well…I am a guy. But reverse the genders? Somehow now I see it as a bad thing.

That, or because it's Grayfia.

The waitress came back with our drinks and a steaming hot pizza on a gold pizza peel.

"Enjoy!" She left without saying anything else. Knowing that we were in the middle of a conversation.

I waited until she was out of earshot.

"Well, definitely not a sex slave, let's get the one out of the way." I said, I do not enjoy having sex slaves.

"I actually want to court you Grayfia." I bodily said, without an ounce of hesitation or embarrassment.

Or at least that is what I tell myself.

"C-c-court? As in you want to try and m-marry me?" Grayfia stuttered.

"Yes."

Grayfia blushed a scarlet red.

"Well, can't say I am against it" Grayfia looked anywhere but my eyes. I could see her ears turning a bright red color "I am still planning on you rearranging my insides tonight"

"What happened to the shy girl from just 30 minutes ago?" I said as I was cutting the pizza into eight slices.

"She is still there, she just decided she liked what she saw and is trying to get it." She took a sip of her wine, her ears still red.

"Ah, putting on a brave face, are you?" I chuckled, handing her a pizza slice on a plate.

"You could say that." She took a bite out of a pizza slice to avoid saying anything else, not seeming to mind just how piping hot it was.

"This tastes pretty good."

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Destiny of the Endless

Outside the bounders of space and time, in the garden of forsaken ways, where every path was laid out, where infinite possibilities were made manifest through an ever-changing infinite labyrinthine.

Destiny was walking through the garden as he stared at his book. The multiverse itself. Where everything—no matter how minuscule—has happened, will happen, or was forgotten lay.

Every choice or possible outcome, every secret or mystery, every piece of fact or fiction.

Every question, every answer, every path, decision, meaning, and pattern.

Everything.

And yet, here he was. Staring at a blank page. His chain that was connected to his book rattled, as he turned the blank page.

Only to stare at another.

Then another.

And another.

Destiny closed his book. The garden was changing.

Everywhere around him, paths that were set, changed, paths that died, lived, paths that changed continuously, stopped, and paths that were never here before appeared.

And abruptly the garden became laced with crimson red.

Suddenly words flashed through Destiny's mind. Prophetic words by Delirium. A prophecy he himself didn't even make or foresee.

"There are things not in your book. There are paths outside this garden. You would do well to remember that."

Destiny chuckled. A sound not dissimilar from the croak of a frog. For, the first time since the creation of the very omniverse. Destiny was uncertain.

Destiny was just now introduced to the unknown. And he, funnily enough, liked it.

Destiny stopped walking.

"Why are you here Morningstar?"

A chuckle was heard, rounding through every nook and cranny of the infinite garden.

And suddenly a woman so perfect that even Aphrodite would look like a common woman, appeared beside Destiny. She had blond hair that shone with golden light, and glowing blue eyes, bright, with unfathomable power.

Her voluptuous sinful body was covered by a tux, and her beautiful white wings were on full display behind her. Folded they might be, they looked like the most beautiful thing in the world. Like thousands of suns, compressed and made into wings. Bright enough to light up the multiverse itself, just with a flap of her magnificent wings.

"Heard that someone managed to turn their page white in your little book." Lucifer's melodious, sinful voice encompassed the concept of sound itself. "So, tell me, Destiny." Lucifer looked at Destiny's blind eyes, seeing right through him.

Through the concept of Destiny itself.

"Who is the lucky chap that I will have to pay a visit to?"

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Author notes:

So…yeah. The Devils are right evil bastards. Nothing like their DxD counterparts.

Now for the explanation between the difference between devils, demons, and fallen angels. I want you to keep in mind that Rizevim here is an unreliable narrator. He does not know everything.

Also, please remember. The Underworld and Hell are different dimensions in DC. I have got so many DMs asking me where certain demons and begins are.

I was going to add a lewd and an action scene here, but Rizevim's POV and the date kind of ran away from me.

And yeah. I gender-bent Lucifer. And as you can probably guess. Yes, she is going to be the final member of the harem.

I want you to imagine the sheer chaos that pairing will cause. Because you're going to see it in the future.

Also, heh. Imagine having God as your father-in-law.

Someone in my PMS is making a pretty good argument for Zatanna and Johanna Constantine(Netflix Sandman version)to be added.

Now, I am not convinced about adding them yet, since I feel like anything over 5 members in the harem would be too much, however, I am open to other people's opinions about this.

But for now, this is the final harem.

Discord: https://discord.gg/4j4yC6EEK8