The Convocation/Story

When we write stories, we are creating worlds with every clack of a keyboard, or stroke of a pen, if you're one of those old-fashioned types. We assume that these worlds do not, and will not, meet with ours, but, as Re:Creators shows, sometimes that happens.

Now, when we, the creators of the DxD fan wikia, write our stories, we are creating our own universes, modeled greatly after the original timelinecreated by Ichiei Ishibumi. For Houki Minami, the world is destroyed and reborn, and Ichijou Tsukino and Berolina Gremory fill in the roles left vacant by Issei and Rias. For Gojira126, a powerful alien race invades the galaxy, and only one devil by the name of Sperry will stand up to them. For Demonicjester01, Aslatiel Bael carves out his own meaning of existence, complete with his own peerage and love interests. In my universe, a lawyer stands up to challenge the supernatural- and human- world order, and by doing so irrevocably changes global politics for ever after. All these universes are different from another as a grain of salt is from a grain of sand. Yet they are still connected by the fact that they are connected by the same thing- their shared background, rooted firmly in the tradition of large breasts and harems everywhere. The Sacred Gear known as "Book Marker" is one such indicator of this interconnectiveness- its powers allow OC-wish fulfillment authors to change their own interpretation of the universe, and allow them to transverse worlds, galaxies, even dimensions, if needed.

We, the community of DxD Fanon Wikia, are the Gods of these universes. Weare the ones that have granted such power to the individuals within them in the first place. Whether your intention is to create highly fleshed out characters, or to wank the universe in the likes of Jeremy Alex Joe Johnson Bill Smith Jr. III, we are still Gods. With the stroke of our keyboards power is bestowed, and power is taken away. Harems are granted, and swiftly destroyed. Those among us who despise the character of Issei either marginalize him, kill him, or hell, even make sure that he never existed in the first place. We are Gods, even more powerful than the God of the Bible Himself. We are the creators of the universes, and our word is supreme and heavenly law. But as terribly omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent as we are, we are not completely always there to guide our universes. We have something called lives away from the screen, and in that time we leave and do our own thing. And in such times where we do our own things, our characters, bereft of the guiding hand of their Gods, will begin to do their own thing, as well. They will have been shaped by the Gods, but now they do with their own autonomous, free will, at least until the Gods return and exercise their terrible power. Sometimes, the characters will recognize this power, but odds are, they won't. Besides, our power could be compared to the One-Above-All in the Marvel Universe, a being so powerful that even Death feared it. Even if the characters would recognize the power we wield, they would probably attribute it to the machinations of Trihexa, or Great Red, or Ophis, since the aforementioned three are also primordial beings wielding infinite power. But even their might combined together, and with the God of the Bible's, is peanuts compared to the strength we wield.

But when they do recognize it, however, and see it for what it truly is, and that their lives have been false and are just there because of the whims and amusement of some higher God that is even greater than their own, they will rise in outrage, and they will rail, but most importantly they will do something about it. And even then, we, the Gods, can stillchange them, interrupt them, and revert them back to how we wished they were. Gods we are, and Gods we will remain, until the end of our existences.

But there are loopholes; there are little slips in our power, that the characters can exploit, because they are smart, because we have given them that smartness. In that way we have sown the seeds for our own destruction, and still we watch. Still we watch, and create.

But the most important thing is, the characters have had enough.

Somewhere between the Time Streams of the Universe(s)

When you look at the surface of a pond, what do you see? An endlessly flat surface? Well, you're wrong. There are also other little things in the water you don't see. There are eddies, and currents, and countless microorganisms in the water that you can't see. Not to mention fish, mosquito larvae, tadpoles, and other aquatic life that you can't see with the naked eye- that is, unless they come up for a look.

The Universes we make with our labor work the same way. We, the Gods, are those people looking in the water. Only, we have magnifiying glasses. We can watch the lives of the microorganisms in the water. Like I said before, we are all-powerful. We can change anything we want, we can do whatever the hell we want, hence Jeremy Alex Joe Johnson Bill Smith Jr. the Third. But we can't examine the entire pond at once. We can't examine every eddy, every current, search the entire pond for fish, larvae, tadpoles, water bugs, or whatever's in there. It's the same with the Universes that we make. We focus on our characters, develop them, give them powers, make them realistic, or, in Jeremy Alex Joe Johnson Bill Smith Jr. the Third's case, give them a thirty-eight inch dick that grows by the second. We don't give two craps about what goes on in the rest of the Universes, because it doesn't concern us.

In one such eddy of the universe lay a restaurant.

It floated in the endless continuum of the Universes. It was a pretty decent-looking restaurant, with white-washed walls and a nice glass finish. Revolving doors decorated the restaurant's front, granting entrance to the interior.

James Bradley took out a bottle of 2000 La Mission Haut Brion and drank deeply, his feet placed placidly on the large white table that was laid out in the center of the restaurant. As the $12,000-dollar wine sloshed down his throat, James held the damned bottle higher and higher until every drop of the vintage drink was gone. He then chucked the bottle into the trash can that was on the far side of the restaurant. The Haut Brion landed neatly with a thunk, never to be seen again.

"Fucking teenagers," he said aloud to the empty restaurant. There was no one else in the restaurant at the end of the universe but his wife Claire, and she was currently showering in the restaurant's back.

He'd just wasted twelve thousand dollars' worth of wine.

Fucking teenagers wouldn't fucking show. But then again, his universe's Rias Gremory and her entire peerage were the same. Damned teenagers didn't appreciate anything; what had made him think that kids from other universes would be the same? They were all of one mold- overconfident, self-centered, and ready to fuck anything that moved.

Well, at least all the food that Claire had made wouldn't go to waste.

The antique spruce chair groaned in protest as James Bradley got up and prepared to go get some of that good food that Claire had made in preparation for a conference that would never come.

He picked up a plate of salmon sashimi, plucked one of the pieces of food off the plate, dipped it in soy sauce, and was about to cram it into his mouth when he heard a polite knock on the door.

"Care to be patient, Mr. Bradley?" a young boy said, standing outside the glass doors of the restaurant at the end of the universe. He wore a green shirt, blue jeans, and a black jacket, and was accompanied by two girls and a boy that looked suspiciously like Harry Potter. For a second James wanted to tell the Potter look-alike that he'd stopped by the wrong universe, and that the Convocation didn't involve anyone from the Harry Potter universes, but Potter simply looked at him and displayed the wings.

Those black, batty, non-aerodynamically-capable-yet-still-somehow-possibly-flying wings.

James Bradley knew that most of the kids who would be attending the Convocation would be much more powerful than he would be. After all, they were the wielders of various Sacred Gears that could possibly destroy the Earth in seconds, while he was simply a lawyer that had a sword that could possibly kill a high-class devil or two.

But then, he came from a universe where the Archangels were some of the strongest beings to ever exist, Great Red, Ophis, and Trihexa notwithstanding,  so he figured that didn't matter much.

"Goji Sperry," James said, stuffing the sashimi into his mouth and chewing noisily, " 'ure fuckin' late."

Goji Sperry looked like your average teenager, with reddish brown hair and bright blue eyes. The look he gave the lawyer was that of complete loathing, sure he was late but that wasn't his fault. No, it was the fault of his transport that brought his group here, a Fray'Del battle cruiser that was just barely fitted with its dimensional hyperdrive, that was the reason he was late.

"Can it, Law man" Goji snapped, as he took a seat near the Lawyer, his eye's glowing purple for the briefest of moments, "First off, shut it with the swearing, no need to get all mad at us."

James only looked at Goji before the teen continued "Now, I want you to meet my friends."

Pointing at the first girl, Goji continued "This is Janet Buné, she is apart of the Pillar of Buné. She comes from the universe that has the movie monster, King Ghidorah, trapped inside a sacred gear and is with her queen piece, Issei Hyoudou."

The beautiful young woman with black, shoulder length hair that has emerald green tips and bright blue-grey eyes gave the Lawyer a kind look before saying "Greetings, I hope we won't have any trouble here?"

He then continued "Next to me is one of my lovers, Hel the Tet'ria. She is from the same universe I am from. A Krull'ni, which is like my universes version of humanity if they had god like powers and could travel through space. She's the most powerful of the Krull'ni Tet'ria."

The woman he pointed to was in an Egyptian robe, golden jewelry worn with pride, and she stood like a leader. She didn't say anything but looked pointedly at James before the smallest of smiles appeared.

"And this," Goji said, pointing at the Harry Potter "is Hadrian Legion, of the Inner Circle House of Legion. Hadrian is from the universe that the devil Lucifer had five generals and Hadrian's father, Marvolo Legion, was the only surviving general of Lucifer along with his wife of the Great War. He was later murdered and his wife ran to Britain where she was killed.Hadrian was found by a wizard and placed with the Potters before finding out who he really was 15 years later. He has at least twenty Demon Vampiric wings that he could show you but..."

Hadrian looked at Goji before saying "I'd rather not, it might, given the look he is giving me, not go down well."

Goji looked at his friend. "Not go down well? Dude, My body is a prison for one of the most dangerous thing's in my universe! How is that more worrisome then showing off how cool your wings look?"

Hel placed her hand on the boy's shoulder before she spoke in a beautiful voice "Goji, we are not here to argue or to start arguing."

Goji sighed before nodding, turning back to James.

"Well, you sent the message, why do you want us here, Mr. Bradley?" The boy asked in a much calmer voice.

"I do wonder! And I very much do! Why the hell did you insult teens a few lines back!? We aren't that bad! Well, most of us!" A young man said cheerfully interrupting the previous question. The young man seemed to be a just a shadow with a human shape. The only way to tell what was his eyes or mouth was the white dots and triangle there.

"Anyways, cross dimensional thing is my domain...What are you doing with calling us out?" He asked while blinking the white orbs that one would call his eyes.

"Who are you?" Hadrian asked from his place near the food, holding a sashimi in his hand as he gave the odd person a confused look.

"One of those who were granted unbelievable power by the Gods," James muttered, heaping some fried rice into a bowl. "A wielder of the Sacred Gear, Book Marker. Allows him to transverse universes and manipulate shit as he sees fit. Practically a God, but not really."

Hel gave the shadow a look before smirking "Well, given that any being, being Gods or not, are still based on power, and I am more powerful than Hades, this one is as powerful if not slightly more so then I am..."

Hadrian rolled his eyes, before his right hand glowed and revealed his sacred gear, Orochi Cosmos Gear. He pulled out a cloth and started cleaning the metal scales before saying "Where, pray tell, is everyone else if we are late, Mr. Bradley?"

"Interrupting again. I am stronger than probs everyone here. And you shouldn't know about Book Marker since you aren't Indra...Anyways, lady, no need to pick a fight with an innocent human. Who maybe has killed billions." He said cheerfully except for the last part which he muttered.

"Who say's I was picking a fight? I was just stating a fact that everyone should know. And your sacred gear is not one I have encountered, true, but I have seen countless deaths from just seeing Goji fall victim to the Demon that is imprisoned in his soul." Hel said with look at the shadow, before asking "You know, we have given our names but you haven't. Would you like to share it?"

"Don't feel like it. And death is but, a mere phase of life! Though death for me is just a reset...In a way...I'm a video game character!" The shadow said with a grin causing the white triangle to change into a rather creepy smile.

Goji snorted before commenting "Then you've probably never have been to my universe, then. I have the Concept of Death and Destruction imprisoned in my soul and let me tell you, it is not pleasant in any way."

"I have the concept of...hmmm" the shadow thought for a bit before snapping his fingers. "One's true reality of self! That makes sense I think! Anyways, why did the lawyer guy call us here or some more people when they get on."

Hadrian looked up. "Some more WHAT?! All we got was a letter that asked us to come to this place and all would be explained."

All eyes turned to the enigmatic foul-mouthed lawyer sitting at the head of the table in the room, but James Bradley held no answers. He only arched his eyebrows at them, and then pulled out a book from thin air, and began to read it. It was the twenty-third volume of Highschool DxD, Joker of the Ball Game.

"All you need to know is that everyone else is even more fucking late than y'all are, savvy? Now, be good kids and wait. Wait, and everything shall be revealed to you in due time... oh, what am I doing quoting some old novel? Fuck me sideways, I'm getting old."

Goji rolled his eyes before pulling out a deck of cards and a case of poker chips "Hey, Hadrian, want to go a few rounds?"

Hadrian took a seat across from him and said flaty "Deal me in...Mr. Bradley, want to join?"

"No, it's all good."

Janet looked slightly consurned before joining the two other devils for the poker game. It would be several hands and 100 dollars lost to Hadrian later that Goji finally asked the Lawyer "Why do I hear the sound of running water?! Its been going for some time and its getting on my nerves..."

James chuckled as he flipped the pages of his book. "That's my wife, Claire. She's been showering in there for the past half hour or so. Wanted to get the stench of food out of her body, apparently."

"Oh," Goji said before putting down his full house and asked "Did she make all of that food? She is a very good cook, you're a lucky guy to have her, James Bradley."

Hadrian nodded as he watched Janet sigh good naturedly at her loss to the autistic devil.

James turned to the kid who was nothing more than a shadowy outline and small white eyes. "What's your story? Book Marker's rare- don't know how you came by it."

"Better question." Said a boy entering, with two others by his side. The boy talking had shaggy light brown hair that passed his neck, red eyes with star pupils, and noticable bags. He wore a Kuoh uniform with the jacket missing, a button-up with rolled up sleeves and unbuttoned with a purple tie loose around his neck, a black shirt underneath, blue jeans, and a pair of red sneakers. "Where the hell are we?"

The boy to his left wore a hoodie over some baggy jeans and sneakers, and had short white hair with brown lowlights. His eyes were grey and droopy, kinda dead looking. "This is...weird..."

"I'd like to know as well." The boy to the red-eyed boy's right said, an expression of stoicisim on his face, his voice holding the same emotionless tone as the white-haired boy. He had short, wavy blonde hair and blue eyes, and wore a white long-sleeved button up and jeans along with sneakers.

"Ah, new comers..." Goji said as he shuffled the deck before dealing the cards. "You might want to find a seat and stay for the long haul, as apparently, our 'generous' host is refusing to divulge anything until all occupants have arrived"

Janet spoke "Your names would be nice as well."

"Interrupting! ...Keeps crashing when I want to speak...Anyways, Mr,Lawyer yes, coma was used. I got it cause i did! But, seriously it is on a need to know I do you don't if you ask again I'll be upset dragons are guarding gold need to know basis...Savvy?" The shadow said before turning into a small boy with bright blue hair and green eyes. He was wearing a rather large lab cost and dress pants.

"And I have changed finally! These non-canon things are a pain to adapt to...Well, anyways my name now is...Grateful Dead! Or Grate for short." Grate exclaimed while punctuating his sentence with a fist pump.

Hadrian gave Grate a deadpan look "Out of all the things you could have picked, you chose Grateful Dead?!"

Goji gave his fellow devil a look "Hey, let a guy pick what he wants, besides its better than a name like Lucy Puddle or Amy Draft"

"Fine! I'll use...Harry Potter oh, wait..." Grate said with snarky grin while slightly glaring at Hadrian.

Hadrian snorted before saying with a grin "Take it, I didn't like it anyway."

"My new name will be Freed...And I picked him cause I know who he is." Grate or now Freed said sticking his tongue out.

Goji grinned "I like this guy"

"Right back at ya!" Freed said snapping his fingers and pointing at Goji.

Hel smiled as she said "At least we won't be bored in any way."

"HOLY SHIT?! Was that a JOJO REFERENCE?!" And then, the door that leads to the restaurant bombastically was kicked open, letting the light in and illuminating the other guests inside, who were blinded for a few seconds due to the sudden brightness. When the light finally died, there were two figures now standing at the door, walking inside. One was a tall, white-haired man who couldn't possibly be older than his thirties, despite all present could feel he was a Devil. The second figure, way smaller than the first, was a equally silver-haired young man of fragile-looking, feminine figure, his silver eyes worringly scanning around, wearing the typical uniform of Kuoh academy and carrying with him a bottle of sake. The first smiled with a hand in greeting. "Hey, Lord James. Sorry about my lateness, I was too busy trying to find excuses for my lateness, but in the end, that was the reason for it. What are the odds, right?"

"Lord Cohen, that was really rude." The meek young man next to the man, apparently called Cohen, said with a meek face, only to turn to the other guests with a bow and a nervous smile. "Good afternoon. I'm... Uh, I'm Takumi Higurashi, and I'm sorry about my lateness. I hope this won't be a problem in the long run..."

Hadrian stood and said "I am Hadrian Legion of the Inner Circle house of Legion, this is Janet  Buné of the Pillar of  Buné, and this is Goji Sperry and his lover, Hel the Tet'ria. You two are not late, despite what Mr. Bradley says to the contrary."

"If the host says so, then we're late." sighed Takumi with a nervous smile and a scratch on the cheek. He didn't want to sound patronizing, but that was his idea. He then snaps his fingers, and soon enough unravel the small bottle of sake on his hands, putting on the table so that everyone present could see, as he also puts a couple of flat cups to each of everyone present. He turned back a smile. "But I hope this sake can make it up for it. It's Wakatake Sake my father brought from Kyuushu. It says it fits good with sushi."

"Oh, for Christ's sake," James grunted, "Have some Western alcohol!"

James Bradley snapped his fingers, and a fresh bottle of La Mission Haut Brion appeared in his hands. Then, as everyone else watched, he made the wine fly out of the bottle and wrap around his neck like a python settling in for the kill.

Then, a door at the back of the restaurant opened, and out walked a young blonde woman wearing nothing but a towel. She was also dripping water everywhere, but no one really cared about that, least of all James Bradley.

"Stop drinking that La Mission Haut Brion! You're going to be intoxicated soon enough, and yes, you may have high alcohol tolerance, but that still isn't an excuse to drink so much wine! You should've- oh, wait. Sorry about that. Um, I should probably get dressed."

As everyone watched, the young blonde woman snapped her fingers. The towel disappeared, replaced by an elegant black sleeveless dress. High heels slipped themselves onto her bare feet, and the water that she had left all over the floor disappeared. Her blond hair piled itself into posh curls, and bright red lipstick appeared on her lips.

"Sorry for the improper introduction, but I'm Claire Bradley, James' wife, and the person who made all that food!"

She then manifested a bottle of Serbian fruit brandy, or rakija, and threw it at James, who deftly caught it. He popped the top off and began drinking almost immediately, much to Claire's dismay.

Blinking, the red-eyed boy slapped himself to make sure the last couple minutes weren't just his imagination. "And I thought Gramps was the only one to do drink like that...how troublesome," Fully walking in, he took a seat at the table and leaned back. "My name is Takumi Hanamura, but I guess you can call me Hanamura 'cause of the other guy."

"Obito Nagano." The blonde boy said, staying standing by the white-haired boy and nudging him.

"Oh, uh, um..." Seemingly having blanked out, the boy grumbled to himself, before muttering, "Aiden Wright..."

Obito turned to James, and stared. "You're the guy who organized this, correct?"

Cohen Lucifer cut across. "You should listen to your wife, Lord James. Women are usually wiser than us men, and if you ask me, between La Mission Haut Brion and handmade sushi, have a better taste, too." the devil lord said, picking a small flat glass and pouring a few drops of sake for himself. As he gulped the alcohol and blew a small steam of hotness out of his system, he supported his own elbows on the table and chirply smiled. "They're also more beautiful and sweeter. I mean, I'm a married man, but between your wife and you..."

"Sir Cohen, please don't talk!" Takumi pleaded the older male, only for the latter to chirply again whistle between his teeth and wink at the adorable wife of his host, much for James' chagrin and Claire's gentle embarassment. Takumi bowed again, and pulled from his backpack another glass of drink: this time, a Blanton's Bourbon. "Sorry about that, Bradley-san. I also brought another thing since my dad said it might not be enough to get everyone hammered, whatever that means."

Goji chuckled as he said "This is why I love being a Mormon, even though I'm a devil!"

Janet looked at Goji with curiosity "How so?"

Goji grinned "I'm free of drunken arguments and drunkenness itself, and I get to learn about the people that came to America before 1492. I can't tell you how good it feels, though there is the mild headache with the big man upstairs name."

Then Goji's face turned dark "That was until my family was killed and I was kidnapped..."

Interrupting the small moment of silence a door from the restaurant went flying at Cohen at a rather impressive speed. "I am Oz Rose! The hero of justice who will slay the evil scum of the earth!" He shouted as he came flying in through the window with a mighty kick sending glass all over the floor. Upon losing momentum from his kick he begun to roll on the ground before coming to a stop. He then brushed himself off and gave a thumbs up.

Claire sighed in pain. With a single swipe of her hand the glass returned to its previous state.

"Can we not damage this place, please? It is a very careful reconstruction of the place where James and I had our first date together. Much attention was given to detail- every tile, every window pane was very carefully reconstructed. So please..."

"DON'T BREAK THE RESTAURANT!"

Just then, the door to the restaurant suddenly collapsed onto the ground, gathering the attention of the inhabitants. ( and Claire's potent dismay. ) Standing sheepishly outside with his hand forward, was a young man with brown hair and brown eyes. He was dressed in a black V neck shirt with black pants, and black shoes.

"...Oops."

"You should learn to control your strength, my Issei."

Standing next to him was a young, tall woman with long black hair and dark-gray empty eyes. She had pale-white skin and pointed ears, and appeared to be dressed in a Gothic Lolita fashion. There was also the case of her having an abundant chest that seemed to be barely covered by cross-shaped black tapes.

Everyone stared at the pair in surprise, with James being the only person to keep his composure. The older man looked at Issei, and frowned.

"Yet another version of Issei Hyoudou..." he muttered to himself, "And a busty Ophis to boot."

Issei looked around his surroundings and set his eyes on the people staring at him.

"Um..." He began, his nervousness in social situations showing, "Hi, there."

One of the back doors of the restaurant was violently thrown open, and the sound of it smashing against the wall, cut across Issei's statement. In walked a raven-haired, voluptuous beauty that most of the people in the room instantly recognized. Here was a character that was practically essential to DxD as a whole. This was the woman that had started it all. This was Raynare.

And she was only wearing a ruffled white shirt, which had stains of something on it. Something very inappropiate that most of the people in the room were too mortified to say out loud.

Not to mention that ten pure white wings were sticking out of her back like a very large camper's backpack.

And that her hair was messy, unkempt, and wild, as if she'd just woken up.

"Eww, it's James Bradley," Raynare said, sticking her tongue out at the lawyer. "Erggh, you woke me from the pleasurable sensation of a fucking good night! What the hell is this, anyway?!"

"Relax, Raynare," James said, waving Joker of the Ball Game at the redeemed angel. "We're just all here to discuss the end of the world. Now, could you put some damned clothes on?!"

Raynare put a hand on her half-exposed hip and stuck her tongue out again. "And what if I don't, James? I'm a fucking Dominion! What are you going to do about it, huh, you little piece of shit?"

James sighed. "Any one of you want to deal with the hormonal angel? I'm going to go take a fucking long-ass shit. Jesus, this wine is murdering my fucking bowels!."

And with that brutally abrupt comment, James Bradley got up from the spruce chair he had been lounging on for the entire meeting, and teleported directly into the john, leaving everyone else in a kind of dazed, half-stunned silence.

Still recovering from the scene he had just witnessed, an incredulous Issei turned to glance at the annoyed Raynare. Ophis, noticing her mate's confusion, tilted her head.

"What is wrong, my Issei?" She asked.

"It's nothing." he replied awkwardly, "It's just weird seeing another version of Raynare here. The one from our world isn't like this at all."

"Hell yeah," Raynare said, pumping a fist half-heartedly in the air, "You'd better bet your girlfriend's massive jugs on it, because it's most likely, definitely, absolutely, FUCKING TRUE!" which was accompanied by a huge burst of laughter from the angel, laughing at nothing in particular.

The angel picked up one of the wines from the table and poured it into a glass, and started sipping contentedly. Issei, still a bit confused from seeing an alternate version of his friend, blinked several times in confusion.

Takumi ( Hanamura ) took one look at Raynare, and started laughing like a madman.

Obito gave him a deadpan look and asked, "Why exactly are you laughing?

"Um." Issei began hesitantly, ignoring Takumi's side conversation, "Are you sure you should be drinking this time of day? You did just wake up."

"And I, do not have any jugs to speak of." Ophis put in her two cents, her empty eyes glaring at the angel, "They are called breasts. I, do not understand why you confused the two."

Raynare clutched her own breasts and pressed them together, causing most of the inhabitants of the room to look away for decency. "Jugs, my primordial pal. They're so fucking big, they're the size of 'em! And anyway, what's wrong with Issei? Too passive, too nice. I gotta say, these alternate universes though..."

"... You're right." Stepping in from the previously destroyed door, two individuals, one clearly male and the other one being female mused out loud, the male one in particular was agreeing with Issei.

"Well, that being said; you too, are completely different from the Issei I know."

The blonde female that walked in accompanying the boy nodded in agreement with a smile on her face.

"Ah... I forgot to mention, though this is extremely awkward as I introduce myself from a the entrance of a broken door... I'm Haikane Tenryou." Continuing on, he introduced the blonde girl beside him, "Beside me, this Devil woman is Discua, of the Andras house."

"Hello everyone~!" Discua smiled, "Kane is right, the Issei we know is... A bit far off from you, he's a bit more perverse!"

Haikane was extremely bland. His voice? Bland. His Appearance? Completely normal. The standard male uniform wear and his brown hair completely stopped anyone from seeing him as anyone important. Even his face, which some may call "handsome" was ruined by the constant frown on his face.

On the other hand, Discua was a clear contrast of him. Her exterior was slender in the lightness of fine tread, as if she would break with just the slightest touch, the world one would use for her would most likely be phantasmal or ephemeral. Her blonde hair only served to enhance her otherworldly features. She radiated an aura of overall friendly-ness.

Together, they looked like completely two opposite beings. Finding two vacant seats, Haikane dragged both himself and her onto the two seats.

A young blue haired teen walked in through the broken door looking at the broken window and glass everywhere. The blue haired teen seemed to be rather short for his age easily being confused for a child due to his stature. He had long blue haired that reached to the middle of his back. To match his rather strange color hair was his golden colored eyes which seemed to shine like small suns. But, the most prominent feature on the boy seemed to be his apparent nervousness.

"H-Hi, I'm Karna Heidrich don't mind me..." he said in a small voice while waving weakly. When he finished speaking he walked to a seat that was close to Haikane and Discua.

Before anything else could happen, Hadrian stood up and unleashed his true wings. Everyone felt the power that came from them and quickly found a seat, except for Issei and Ophis.

"I would like it if we don't bicker and wait until our host has returned and you Raynare..."

The redeemed angel gave the devil a dark look, "Don't make any comment like that again."

"Excuse me." interjected Issei, who was now the center of attention, "Did you guys say there's another version of me out there? What's he like? Is he powerful? Or rather, should I ask, what is he? Like a Devil, Angel, Fallen Angel? And does he have his own Unwanted Harem as well?"

The rush of questions from Issei seemed to a draw a hint of amusement from the others, even Ophis.

"My Issei asks a lot of questions." She commented, "You are usually not this...sociable around others. Baka-Red would be laughing at you right now if he had come with us."

Goji sighed "Haven't met my version of you yet"

Janet smiled at Issei "My version of you is my queen piece and has the movie monster King Ghidorah sealed in a sacred gear on his right arm and we are going out."

Hadrian said "My version is like the original version from the light novels except he is more determined and willing to help at any moment."

Issei nodded as he processed the information. With a thoughtful look, he set his sights over to Hadrian.

"So does your version have Ddraig as well?"

Hadrian nodded "Yes, he has the Boosted Gear that contains Ddraig, who is only one of three dragon emperors in my universe. I wield Orochi, The Demonic Hell Dragon Emperor."

On his right arm appeared the crimson metal of the Orochi Cosmos Gear, and all the gems on of flashed in the light.

Issei looked at the gear in surprise, and gave Hadrian a small smile as he nodded to him.

"Wow, it looks awesome." He praised.

Moments later, a japanese sword manifested in his hand, with the weapon glowing with crimson-black energy. The shape of the sword then began to morph onto Issei's wrist, resembling the form of a black gauntlet with red jewels.

"So your version has Ddraig sealed in a Sacred Gear, huh? In my world, he's sealed in the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi sword. Along with the Yamata-no-Orochi as a matter of fact. Man, it's a small Universe."

Hadrian grinned before a voice spoke from the gauntlet "Yamata no Orochi is my younger sister, Issei Hyoudou."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Really?" Issei asked in surprise, "Wow. My version never mentioned she had any siblings. Then again, given what she used to be, I'd gather that she doesn't anyway. So what's your sister like?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Orochi said with some pride "My sister is kind and generous, willing to help in any way. She even want to journey through the seven levels of hell as a way to help me get my power and title as a dragon emperor. She also found your sword in the cave we lived in for years until it was stolen by Susanoo."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">A sudden change came over Issei, with his thoughtful look darkening to a stern glare. A double blazing aura of blue and white manifested around him, its intensity starting to shake the grounds of the restaurant.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Issei frowned darkly at the mention of his uncle, and clicked his tongue.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"That damn Susanoo. Even in other Universes he's still just as bad."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"My Issei."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He was cut off when Ophis spoke, her emotionless tone suppressing a bit of concern. The Ouroboros Dragon reached for her mate's hand, and gently held it in place. <p style="font-weight:normal;">TAP TAP TAP

The sounds of footsteps caught the attention of everyone, a man in his early twenties with midnight black hair and dead-fish eyes walked passed by the broken door. Entering the restaurant, Tiberius Caesar stopped as he scanned each and every individuals inside the room as if he was examining each and everyone of them. Two individuals caught his attention, Cohen Lucifer and the Hyoudou Issei exuding the power of the sun. Recomposing himself before anyone could notice, Tiberius opened his mouth for everyone to hear.

"My name is Tiberius Caesar, Kaiser of the Imperium and the Fifth Hero of the Underworld" He announced before looking around for the organizer and host of this meeting "So where is James Bradley?"

"He's... Uh... Tired. over there, really." Takumi Higurashi said with a meek expression, seeing the imposing figure of the Kaiser right in front of him. He didn't know better, but there was something about that man that made him respectable and strong, as he would want to follow him. Takumi soon picked a chair. "Please make yourself comfortable and try Claire-dono's sushi, Tiberius-San. they're really good."

"Oh, look, it's Lord Tiberius. How are you doing?" Smiled the Lucifer of his generation, Cohen, waving a hand with then onigoroshi on it, pouring some more for himself and an empty cup. "Come join us for a drink, until Lord James decides to spit the beans, we're just presenting ourselves like we're some kind of SYOC fanfic or some bullcrap. I gotta say, you're the most interesting guys here, so you may have an idea of how things are going." <p style="font-weight:normal;"> "Mr. Bradley is emptying his gut of alcohol in the bathroom, I am Hadrian Legion of the Inner Circle house of Legion...As he said, we will have to wait until Mr. Bradley 'spills the beans'."

"I take offense to that! I know things also! More than everyone here most likely!" Freed shouted much like a spoiled child would.

"Interesting, Lord Cohen?" Tiberius questioned as he sat just beside Cohen, taking the liquor served to him. "There is nothing interesting about me and my universe. With all the things we know it is limited and I'm sure James Bradley is keeping more information from us"

Goji snorted "If course he is, no offense Mrs. Bradley, but James is a jerk and a half and then some"

Janet put her cards down "He must have a reason to gather us together like this. I mean we have a kaiser, one of the only remaining legacy of Legion and a devil whose body is a prison for the most powerful being of his universe and Issei and Ophis from their universe..."

Hel nodded before speaking "I say we wait and learn, that's all we can do for now."

"Meanwhile, let's get wasted! Lord Takumi brought some good sake and bourbon, no reason to waste is, amirite?" Were Cohen's words to break the mood, pouring himself another drop of sake and breathing a steam out of his system. "You guys are so serious, loose it up. The majority of you are so young, yet are facing this reunion like a bunch of old men. Lord Tiberius, you're also too old to get worried about something as this, go drink some more sake..."

Goji stood up and grabbed Cohen's shirt as a nightmarish armor surrounded his body "You haven't seen me when I am serious, devil. I may be autistic but I'm not stupid, and getting drunk is the worst thing since it will show disrespect to our hosts. And Mrs. Bradley also reminds me of my real mother before she was killed so save it until after, savvy?!"

"Hoh~... So much hostility. I have you know, Lord James was already drinking when we first got here, and I doubt his little bathroom trip will wash away the alcohol in his body. Plus, it might be direspectiful for us to get drunk so easily, but we'll be also be disrespecting Lord Takumi's gentleness for not drinking a few." Cohen said, ripping his own shirt off since he didn't know with what he was dealing with, with a gentle smile Back to his seat. "Now, who's not savvy? Also, out of curiosity, what is armor from? I'm kinda interested."

"This is my Shin Armor and its based on the armor from the game Star Wars The Force Unleashed Ultimate Sith Edition...it was made by my pawn, Lucy, with her sacred gear Workshops Genius." Goji said before stepping back and sat back in his seat.

"Star Wars, interesting. I'll keep that in mind when I talk about Ichijou-kun of what kind of armor He should never, ever use unless he wants to embarrass himself." Cohen said taking a sip of sake and blowing another hot steam. Takumi, on the other hand, could only say nothing. He felt so out of place in that place for giants, even the humans were kinda intimidating. Cohen again laughed. "And you said you were host of some beast? How does that work? Not that I'm interested, but if you want to inflate your ego, go anead, I'll give you a heads up."

Goji hissed darkly "Is this a joke to you? My body is a prison to the Concept of DEATH AND DESTRUCTION itself, its even more powerful than Ophis here. It took the Concepts of both The Dream and The Infinite to seal it and it was sealed inside of me! I hate it but I have to deal with it cause if I am killed or near death...it takes over and I have to fight it to keep everyone safe and alive!"

"Oh, you poor thingy." Said Cohen sadly, to the surprise of everyone around, as he tried to dry his tears and blow his nose a few times. "I think I have an idea of your problem. I used to have a distant relative, my Uncle Johan, who had also a prisoner inside of him for the longest of times. he struggle and struggle because he didn't want us to ostracize him, sealing all of his urges and emotions so that he could keep away from us, also hating himself for having it. but in the end, poor him, he was consumed and dominated by it, revealing all to us all, and only a few of us, me included, could accept him back. But in the end, he learned how to accept himself, and with our help, he could withstand it... And now he's my auntie Joana."

"..." Everyone was quiet after that, being only Higurashi having the courage to muster sOne thing. "Uh... Lord Cohen, I guess you got that wrong..."

"the point is, my dear closet friend, you shouldn't fight your inner beasts, but accept them. Then only then you can find you place in the world and all your anus can handle." Cohen said with a friendly hand on Godzilla's shoulder, as he dried his last tear and smiled. "I'm glad we could have this conversation."

As Tiberius heard Goji's outburst, he can't help but feel admiration to the boy. He has been handling such a huge responsibility in his age. Taking a sip from the liquor, he looked around the various individuals almost all of them are young kids thrown to such almost similar situations, not of their own choices. Unlike him and Cohen the two of them were already centuries old. Without saying anything taking another sip as he watched and listened.

Hadrian stood up at this point and lifted Cohen by his throat, his wings unfurling as his eyes glow with power. "Cohen, you don't get it do you? Goji here is telling the truth, I've seen its power and it could destroy everyone here in an instant without even trying...your 'inner beast' talk is nothing to what it is truly. Don't speak again until we've asked you to 'Lord' Cohen."

Hadrian dropped the drunk back in his seat before turning to Claire and said "My apologizes, Mrs. Bradley"

"Goji-san." Issei suddenly uttered, getting the young man's attention, "I'm sorry for what happened to you. If there's anything I can do to help...even if it turns out it might not be that much for me to contribute...I can at least try."

"You can start By taking the massive piece of wood stuck is his asshole, Lord IsseI. I'm no weakling, but I can say only you and Lord Tiberius seems to be strong enough to get that out Of him." Cohen said with a cough and massaging his bruised neck. Despite his smiley disposition, he grew fascinated by the fact that little Harry Potter look-alike could harm him like this. "C'mon guys, life is short, let's enjoy ourselves a little. The second 'M' in Mormon must be mute..."

"Uh... So, who wants more sake." Asked Takumi with the bar of onigoroshi, pouring around people's cups. he then turned to one of the few who were apparently drinking the sake. "Lord Tiberius, sir, would you like your sake warm? i also brought some things in case for other's tastes, so would you like me to heat up your drink?"

"Thank you for the offer, Higurashi-san. But that is enough for me" Tiberius declined as he puts down the now empty sake cup still staring at it. After realizing his situation, he began to question how is the Devil Society their respective realms, universe or worlds is.

"Although this might be out of the blue." His voice caught the attention of the occupants within the room. "How is the Devil Society in your respective universe?"

Goji looked at Tiberius "Don't care, after being kidnapped by one of the 'respected Pillars' I was finished with Devils and Issei, could you and Ophis check the seal that holds the demon inside me, please?"

Janet sighed "Better but not by much."

Hadrian groaned "The four Maou are overworked and I had to order them to get some sleep, and the generation I have to faced are spoiled brats except for a few families."

"Asking the real questions, eh Lord Tiberius?" Laughed Cohen, placing his cup down and chuckling under his breath. "Although not as sophisticated as your Imperium, Lord Ajuka Beelzebub created the Seven Satan System before his death. Such system allows several organs in the underworld to work under a Satan plus the neo-Satans, so besides the general ruler Lucifer, that is me, the manager of general affairs Leviathan, the military forces Asmodeus and the Leader of the science and creation department Beelzebub, we have the ruler of the monetary investments Mammon, the Supreme Judge of the hell court Satan and finally, the general manager of the Rating Games Belphegor, all ruled by the supreme leader after Lord Zekram's death, Grandmaster Millicas, my dear dad-in-law. The pillar families are fortunately still around, all the surviving ones, but thanks to Lord Issei, there's a new wave of High-class families born from the borders of the underworld."

"As far as I know. In my timeline, I heard Lord Ajuka is doing all of the work himself and developing still his Seven Satan System." Takumi quietly said, scratching his cheek. "Sorry, but this is the far as I know, Kunou-San and Lilith-san don't talk much about it, besides saying that Lord Sairaorg would be a good choice for the new Satan, whatever that means..."

"What I want to know is how they allowed you to keep your job." Hel said as she gave Cohen a distasteful look.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">While the others were discussing the Devil Society, Issei and Ophis were both in front of Goji. The Ouroboros Dragon closed her eyes as she put her hand on the young man's chest, her senses strong enough to feel the seals.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">As Issei watched his wife concentrate, he adopted a sympathetic look towards Goji.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">'To be a vessel for the concept of Death and Destruction...I can't even imagine what that must feel like.'

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The Solar God then frowned as he sensed a malevolent energy signature emanating from within Goji.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">'It must be sensing Ophis, Ddraig, and the Yamata-no-Orochi.'

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Now finished with her task, Ophis opened her eyes and looked at Goji.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Your seals are satisfactory. There is nothing to worry about."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Thank you, but uh...oh dear...it wants to met you, Ophis" Goji said, his voice low.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I, decline." She stated bluntly, before her voice softened slightly, "I am not the version of myself who imprisoned it within you, so there is no reason for it to speak to me at all."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I'm sensing a lot of hostility from it, Goji-san." Issei commented with caution in his voice, "What does it want? If it has any intention of trying to hurt Ophis, you know I can't and won't let that happen."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">There was no threat or any sense of warning in the Solar God's voice. It was just something he had to say truthfully. He'd saved the Earth and the Supernatural World many times before, so it was only natural that his want to protect others only heightened.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I don't care if you refuse, alternate infinite... I find you...interesting to say the least" The shadow of a saurian shape that covered dual purple flames spoke in a male and female voices, its violet colored eyes gleaming with terrible power.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I can't stop it if its like this..." Goji hissed, looking apologetic.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">At that moment, the double blazing aura manifested and surrounded Issei's body, with his hair suddenly changing to a brilliant shiny white. His expression immediately turned menacing as he glared, not at Goji, but through him.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"If you and I have the same idea of what interesting means." He said seriously, "then we're fine. If you want to talk with Ophis, that's fine by me, but there'll be no conflict. There's already been enough of that in my Universe anyway."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The Concept chuckled at the show of power, and gained the attention of everyone else in the building. It gained a more physical form and hissed "The power of the sun may be behind you, little starling. But eventually, even stars burn out. I was the reason that mmankind had to begin again and was sealed by the Concept of your mate and her 'brother'. You are facing something that cannot die."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Fine by me." Issei said darkly, his aura flaring out, "It just gives me more ways on how to break you until you can't take it anymore. And don't think I haven't done it before. I bisected Fallen Angel Kokabiel, stabbed the Evil Norse God Loki with Fenrir's fang, and destroyed Indra. It's a bad habit of mine, but it's really hard for me to let go of grudges against people that have trifled with me in the past. So don't think I can't come up with a way to beat an immortal like you down. And just so you know..."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The aura around him pulsed violently, shattering the glass windows of the restaurant. Within his hand, the crimson-black auras of Ddraig and the Yamata-no-Orochi formed around the Kusanagi, and the Dragons spoke in unison with their host as he uttered,

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"It's unwise to be rude to a Dragon." <p style="font-weight:normal;">"Hey, when you guys stop with the sexual tension, come join us with the talk!" Cohen said to the fighting duo, turning now back at Hel. "And like i was saying, Lord Hel, I might be a slacker, but I do my job properly As a Satan for the sake of my people... And family, mainly my family. Like that saying: Gentleman in the streets, beast in the sheets... AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!! Geddit?!" <p style="font-weight:normal;">No one answered as they were all on the floor, gasping for air. The Concept of Death and Destruction had unleashed its aura of power and not even Ophis could handle it, it was that powerful. The building shook and the windows rattled as the black and thick aura filled the restaurant. <p style="font-weight:normal;">"You are all pathetic, but I didn't come here to seek a fight...no...I came with a warning. Don't insult the Creators, the beings that created me are not to be as generous as I am being." <p style="font-weight:normal;">And with that, the Concept of Death and Destruction vanished. <p style="font-weight:normal;">"I'm...just gonna do what Gramps does, drinking to forget." Takumi sighed, turning to Cohen. "Hey, Lord Lucifer, Mind passing me something strong?" <p style="font-weight:normal;">"Why would you want to forget? This display is slightly amusing." Obito said. <p style="font-weight:normal;">"Because you don't have a Shinto deity yelling in your skull, that's why. Damned Sacred Gear..." Takumi grumbled.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Issei took a deep breath and exhaled as his aura disappeared. With a stern frown, he reverted to his base form, and stood up as he helped Ophis up from the ground. The Ouroboros Dragon strained to recover from the immense weight of the Concept's power.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Are you okay, Ophis-hime?" He asked gently.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I...am fine." She said with a few moments of hesitance, "I, have not encountered such a being with that much power. Not even Baka-Red alone could withstand it."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"...Hmm." Issei frowned as he adopted a look of thoughtfulness, "Not even Brother Red could endure this? Part of me is relieved that an entity like him doesn't exist in our Universe. I don't think even Suu would be able to survive if he ever went to any of her realms."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Hadrian at this moment summoned his sword and pushed himself up, and everyone stared at the weapon in shock.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"What?" He asked, confused at the odd behavior "Its just Excalibur..." "..." Cohen said nothing, as he only stood up and coughed a little. Indeed, concepts are really hard sometimes. Even so, he blew a raspberry at the vanished spirit. "Blew~! At least my creator didn't have to shoehorn me into the canon universe and hope no one would notice. 'Hey, look at me, I'm stronger than Ophis and Great Red, I have 20-something wings because fuck canon, It's an AU, brah! Why so mad?!'. Apparrently autism can also be passed to the creations~!" "I don't think it was lying, it said that it was created by somsomething more powerful than itself...what could that mean?" Janet asked. "More powerful than itself..." Cohen chuckled. "It's adorable how you younglings think power is everything in this world." Goji snorted "It seems to be the only thing people understand from our standpoint." "But Cohen's right." Issei said solemnly, "You can have so much power in the Universe, but there'll be something or someone far stronger and  smarter  than you." " But there'll be always a bigger fish, and when not in the moment, one will be born eventually." Cohen singsonged, a finger lifted, As he picked a piece of sushi to munch on it. "The point is, it's easy to destroy, you can be strong as you want, put power will only lead you so far. Now, to create something from the ashes of the past, to build something from the sands of time and destruction, and to hold responsibilities and lead People to a better place, now that's a tricky thing, or do you think we can eradicate all diseases by punching them, or cease injustice by setting things on fire?. No one knows better than Lord Tiberius and his faction." "So, I've been quiet and all but, this is a rather pathetic display of people...A childlike Lucifer a Issei who is well, not a perv...And a harry potter look alike. I'm just saying this cause...I've been ignored for a while now!" Freed said with a childlike smile before flipping a table. "The table has been flipped!"

"at least save the sake." Cohen said with a small bottle of onigoroshi, while Poor Takumi saved the cups. "And sorry about such, Mr. Star Platinum."

"Really, Freed? Was it really needed for you to say I look like Harry Blasting Potter?" Hadrian asked from his seat as he clean the holy sword.

Goji snickered "Well, the hair, eyes, and scar give it away, Hadrian."

"Nit, my fault your auth- I mean your mother and father made you like this" Freed said with a snicker.

Hadrian sighed before returning to his blade, but thought on the slip Freed had just done.

"Hey! I can read those words you know! He did not think on that slip" Freed shouted which most likely sounded like nonsense to outsiders.

"...Wait a minute." Issei said as he tilted his head and pointed to Freed, "Did you...did you just break the fourth wall? I didn't even know that was possible."

"Mi llamo Lopez." Freed said pulling out a Sombrero and mustache. "I have no clue what you speak of faker Issei." Freed or Lopez said while drinking some beer that appeared into his hand.

Hadrian glared at Freed, who had tried to enter his mind but failed. "Try that again and I will enter my sacred gears version of Juggernaut drive, are we clear?"

"First of Mi llamo Lopez! Second I did not enter his mind...i read the text! Fourthly! Your SG going JD will just hurt you~ Plus I'm a god compared to you!" Lopez said fist pumping the air proudly appearing as an idiot to mostly Karna and Oz.

"Oh you're a God too?" Issei asked, genuine interest in his tone, "What faction, or rather mythology, are you from?"

"Yep. I'm the one true god of this world i am... ####!" Lopez shouted with his name being distorted by static. "I never get to say my name..." Lopez said pouting.

"You can't?" Issei said, "Is it forbidden or something?"

Hadrian looked the Spanish guy over before grunting "otherwise he could oh and REPAIRO!"

Instantly, the restaurant repaired itself and looked like it had been before it had been destroyed. "At least some wizard spells are useful..."

"First off I'm not spanish! I would be mexcian...second Harry James Potter what do I get if i mix troll eye with droll of newt?" Lopez said in a serious tone mockingly copying Snape.

Hadrian looked at the now proclaimed Mexican with contempt, not answering as he had better things to do than bicker with this guy.

"Freed used annoyance on Hadrian it was super effective." Lopez or now Freed stated with a grun before drinking more beer.

"I'm sure that my Bishop, Luna Love good could say your name..." Hadrian mussed, Luna had a nack for this type of thing.

"She can try but, not even the wiki page knows my name!" Freed said laughing. "Well, if she's cute she can try." He finsihed with a sip of beer.

Hadrian waved his hand "Then why don't you go see her for a bit, she would love the company and the challenge... She is also very, let's say, cute in her own way."

"Maybe when i try to take over your timeline but, for now, I'll stay here." Freed said taking a sip of air as his cup was empty.

"What's that about taking other timelines?" Issei questioned.

"Just a hobby of mine. I take over all of them even future ones like the onr of Cohen Alastor Lucifer over there." Freed said calmly while drinking more air.

"And has failed every time" Hadrian deadpanned before turning to Ophis and said "I wander if my version of you is like you..."

"Failed to takeover doesn't mean I haven't destroyed them" Freed said with a sinister laugh.

"You've destroyed them too?" Issei repeated, his brown eyes slowly turning stern.

"There will be no threats here, or someone gets it," James Bradley interrupted, fresh from his bout in the bathroom. He was wielding the bottle of La Haut Mission Brion like a club. "As a matter of fact, all your powers have been nullified. Claire and I own this little restaurant at the end of the universe, and in here, we're fucking GODS!"

"James, honey, please... Try to use your peacemaking powers more responsibly, my love. After all, you just did threaten everyone here by negating everyone's powers and promising vengeance towards anyone who breaks the peace." Claire said, rolling her eyes. Despite her gentle tone, there was an undercurrent of distaste that was easily detected in her voice.

James Bradley's wife snapped her fingers. "There. Your various powers and abilities have been restored, but please use them responsibly. James was right, you know.... we cannot have a bloodbath occurring here. This is a meeting between friends, not an uneasy peace discussion between Bosnians and Serbs."

James snorted in apparent disgust, before he quaffed some more of La Mission Haut Brion. "That's totally fair, since you're a Serbian yourself. You totally don't want a Greater Serbia established, don't you?"

Claire looked at her husband, disgusted by his petty nitpicking. But there was one thing that she, along with everyone else gathered in the restaurant, didn't know, and that desire for knowledge quenched her desire to snap back at James.

What in the name of the various Gods of the Bible out there in the Universe did James call them here for?

"You are a son of a bitch James and i warned you before. I can just undo all your words and go back to me so, cut it out." He said with a sigh of boredom.

"Just get on with it already." Tiberius opened his mouth growing impatient of the waiting. "Almost all of us are already here...I'm sure you can debrief us now"

"Please do so, Mr. Bradley." Hadrian said, making his weapon disappear as he said so.

"If you have something to say, you'd better fucking say it," Raynare chimed in.

Hadrian gave the redeemed angel a scathing look "I like my version of you better, you however are beyond words..."

"I don't mean to rush you or anything," Issei added, "But how long is this going to be? I promised Suu I'd visit her after this."

"Hurry up so, I can destroy a timeline. Jeez, you're slow." Freed said slightly annoyed.

Taking a slight pause, everyone could hear the door to the now repaired restaurant door being opened.

"Well, it seems that we walked in one something interesting." The first to walk in was a young foreign brown-haired seventeen-year-old male with a downwards spike down on the left side of his face, he had green eyes dressed in modified green jacket, a black sleeveless undershirt, black pants, and shoes. For most who were in the room they could already tell that he wasn't completely human. After examining the room, he took a look around those inside the restaurant and took notice of the familiar face. "I even see another version of Issei here. Well, hello everyone. My names Lancelot Du Lac, descendant of Sir Lancelot and Merlin. I'm also the child of Gabriel."

The tone of his voice only showed his laid-back demeanor, something that caused the second visitor next to him to laugh wryly.

The second was a young male who looked to be the same age at him, but with some already took notice of the similarities between him and Issei. Though his hair seemed to slightly more unkempt, light brown eyes and wore the normal Kuoh Academy male uniform. Same as with Lancelot they could tell that he wasn't human, but in his case it would be better to say he was a human. "Hello, everyone my name is Kazuki Hyoudou, the Hakuryuukou and Gabriel-san's Joker."

Goji looked slightly confused now "Wait, THE Gabriel is your mother? How did that work?"

Huh, so Gabriel had a son in your timeline, how interesting." The Newly Lucifer said dryly once he noted the brand of sake empty, reaching a drinking from the bourbon. Takumi nodded with a smile the new guest and offered him a cup and a seat next to the younger part of the table, before Lopez could snag him another seat, as in. Cohen sighed again, Looking at Lancelot. "Descendant of Lancelot... And Lady Gabriel had a son in your timeline, that's surprising."

Hadrian looked thoughtful as he said "I think I've met a guy who was raised by the Seraph a while ago..."

"To answer the question from before, in my timeline there was a method to allow Pure Angels to breed with other beings without falling," Lancelot answered as he walked over towards them. "The beta version of it was originally made for my parents by my uncle. But, I'm pretty sure everyone is also interested in the brown haired Issei-Look-Alike behind me."

"Nope, no one bit." Cohen simply replied.

"Actually I am." Issei confirmed as he looked at Kazuki with interest, "So you're a Hyoudou as well. Do you have the same parents as I do?"

Hearing the question that came from Issei, Kazuki nodded in agreement. "Yes, in our timeline we're actually twin brothers with him being the firstborn. He had the Boosted Gear, while I was born with Divine Dividing. Though you give off a different kind of precense along with not seeming *ahem*...like a pervert obsessed with breasts."

"Huh." Issei said with a blink of his eyes, "So the other me likes breasts? Well, can't say I blame him. They are kind of soft and plushy. Though it depends on the texture."

Everyone stared.

"You have got to be kidding me!" Janet, Goji and Hadrian said at the same time.

"What'd I say?" Issei asked innocently.

"I like also big breasts!" Said Takumi with a waving hand. Despite being true, all he wanted was so that Issei Hyoudou wouldn't feel lonely among his eunuch righteous counterparts. "Kunou-SAN has cute inverted nipples, so I guess that's also a plus... Right?."

'Oh Lucifer' That was one part Tiberius did not want to hear. He came here for answers not to learn about the female anatomy of other women.

Goji looked ready to burst as he whimpered "Why is this a thing in any universe?!"

Hel was comforting the devil on the floor as Hadrian and Janet shook their heads in defeat.

Issei blinked as he rubbed the back of his head, a bit concerned over Goji's state.

<p style="font-weight:normal;"> "If it makes you feel any better," He began hesitantly, "I don't really chase after the girls, or try to peek at them or anything. Ophis usually lets me sleep on her breasts since they're as firm as pillows." "If that's more of your liking, we can start talking about men as well. I don't judge." Cohen said sheepishly. Hel glared at Cohen "Just shut up, Goji is having flashbacks to when he was in Riser Phenex's peerage. The clothing the boy had for the women was meant to show off everything they had and it scared Goji for life." "My wife's tits are pretty great, though they're somewhat small," James added in, to Claire's great dismay. She then got up and smacked him, hard, across the face.

"What?!" James protested, looking at his spouse in mock outrage, "I was only complementing your beautiful female form!"

"Sometimes you go too far, James, and you haven't even said anything about why we are all here! You haven't even said anything to me about it, and I'm your wife!"

"Yeah, lord James. You're wife is right." Cohen scuffed, only to let a small laugh escape his lips. "Oops, tautology."

"Back to what we all want to know." Hadrian said, hoping that they would get back on topic, for Goji's sake.

"Yeah, why are we here? Is there like a Universal threat?" Issei asked, "I f that's the case, then I can try to get some help."

"Wow. Half-glass empty, much?" Cohen backed a few steps, completely baffled. "I mean, Can't a guy just ask a bunch of strangers from different universes to join him in a few drinks and flirt with his hot wife? I wouldn't mind..."

Hel stood and hissed "Either you stay on topic with us or I vow to throw you into a black hole, Cohen."

"I'm just baffled, geez." Cohen pouted back, blowing a raspberry at the goddess/something. "Man, I thought this was going to be fun, like in a mixer, but so far only four people caught my interest. Also, darling, you don't frown at me, this makes your wrinkles stay apparently."

"He's right actually." Issei agreed, "My friend Saji is starting to get them whenever he sees me now."

"Cohen, your on thin ice with my lover right now...don't push your luck" Goji said from the floor.

"CoHEn, yOUr oN thIN IcE wItH mY lOvEr rIgHt nOw, D'OnT pUsH yOUr lUCk~!" Cohen said in a mock tone. "Go eat some yakitori and think of Riser while at it. I'll be here trying to find aomething fun to do."

"Oh, damn." Issei cursed to himself, "I forgot, have to check up on Riser in Heaven too. Should've brought my UNO cards with me."

"Oh, you have a Riser in your universe too, Issei-sama?" Takumi said in awe, remember a dear friend of him. "In my dimension, he's one of the uncles of a friend of mine, Red Phenex! He always gives Red-chan a nice gift per week! How's him in your world?"

"Issei, please don't" Goji said before he said "Cohen, your facing a woman who is more powerful than Hades, and she faces Hades level beings on a weekly to monthly basis, and that wasn't a threat...it was a promise."

Okay, good for you." Cohen said now uninterested, turning back to the less boring, more developed, not-shoehorned, better characters in the restaurant. "So, who's up for poker? We're not angels, but I'm good with cards."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Issei immediately felt his mind stop after he was asked the question from Takumi. His mouth opened but then quickly closed. A strong wave of melancholy came over him as he looked away. <p style="font-weight:normal;">And then he went silent, his expression turning even more guilty. He didn't really know how to share what had happened with him and the Riser in his Universe, and put in a positive light. Out of all the beings he had destroyed, Riser was his first kill, and the only one he truly regretted, due to his own anger overwhelming him at the time. <p style="font-weight:normal;">Their relationship had repaired somewhat when he had asked Michael and Gabriel to transport Riser to Heaven to 'live' on in peace, but Issei would never forget what happened between him and the Phenex Devil. He would never let himself forget. <p style="font-weight:normal;">"Let me guess, something happened to him in your universe?" Asked Cohen shuffling the deck to Issei, who flinched a little, being embraced by his lovely lover. "If you're feeling guilty about it, don't be. unlike some of us. He wasn't an eunuch, and he had a harem, so until that point, he lived a good life. He's still kicking in my universe, but whatever he lives, he lived the life to the fullest..."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Issei blinked as he considered Cohen's words, and inwardly sighed as he gave him a small smile.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Thanks, Cohen-san." He said with genuine gratitude.

<p style="font-weight:normal;"> "Could we all get back on the original BLOODY topic?!" Hadrian snapped, wanting to know why James asked them to be here. <p style="font-weight:normal;">"Okay, mom! Go order us to clean our room too, why don't you?!" Cohen stuck his tongue out for the Harry Potter-looking Mother-f then turned back to Issei. "Like I was saying, life is nothing bit a flick of light in an indifferent universe, but if you can illuminate a flame of hope, you don't just save yourself, but the whole point of living. He might've been an hedonist, but if he perished with happy memories, then it was a worthy existence." <p style="font-weight:normal;">Issei nodded in understanding, his mood brightening just a bit. "Yo, Mr. Roach or Alastor no, need to think such rude thought about the Potters! What are you the blonde prick?" Freed said with a bored tone as he flicked Cohen on the back of the head.

James tapped a spoon on a glass, which quickly got everyone's attention, as it signified that the Host of this Convocation was about to speak.

"Fine. You motherfuckers want to get on with the Convocation? Then let's fucking do it."

The lawyer teleported onto his spruce seat, facing the rest of the people in the room. As everyone watched, a small, holographic version of Earth appeared in James Bradley's outstretched palm.

"This," said the lawyer, "is the Earth. A big blue marble in the middle of nowhere in a galaxy in the middle of nowhere."

"Looks better than several planets I've seen." Goji muttered.

"It's actually pretty similar to the universe where Claire and I- not to mention this particular version of Raynare- come from. Hell, the events even play out the same way that they do here. The collapse of the Commie Union, the invasion of Iraq, the 2009 Great Recession, Donald Trump getting elected. If I didn't know better, I would say that this Earth is a creepy parallel version of the one I come from. But guess what's the creepiest thing about this Earth? There ain't no supernatural shit going on in there. Absolutely none. Magic doesn't work, Sacred Gears don't work, hell, those dumbass Concepts of yours, Goji, don't work. It's a mundane world; one which humanity has ruled for millennia and will rule to the end of ''homo sapiens." ''

He paused for a minute to let it sink in, and continued.

"Now, normally, you could just say this is a mundane version of the World, that High School fucking DxD is the "true" universe, and that all that Sacred Gear cosmo mumbo jumbo is real. But there's already evidence that disproves that. Look at Freed, or Lopez, or whatever he wants to call himself. He jokes about manipulating timelines, because he fucking can. And look at your own universes. I gotta use Raynare as an example here. How many of you guys know Raynare as a dead person?"

More than half the people in the room raised their hands.

"Gee, thanks," the angel said, crossing her arms underneath her breasts, sticking her lower lip out and acting like a petulant child. As an added insult she stuck her bare legs on the table for everyone to see, but James suspected she didn't care about that, for once.

"But clearly, the version of Issei over there knows Raynare alive and well. And Harry Potter here knows his version of Raynare. Not to mention that we have a Raynare in this room, and back in Heaven's good graces, to boot."

"In this mundane version of the Universe, we don't exist. I don't exist. None of us do."

"But, there are people who write. People who write stories. Think Tolkien, Tolstoy, Hemingway. Not to mention Poe and of course, the master of the Game himself, George R.R. Martin, probably the fattest and best writer in the universe."

"What they write becomes reality off in its own corner of the universe. And in Japan, a guy named Ichiei Ishibumi decided to write a light novel, as most of his generation do, about the gloriousness of Rias Gremory's teats."

"I'm surprised it took you this long to figure this out." Freed said with a yawn

"So basically all of us here. Including this moment we are experiencing a 'written' reality based on whims" Tiberius asked, listening closely to James Bradley's explanation.

"Looks like it is..." Janet said sourly.

"I feel cursed for knowing this for ao, long...ao means  so btw" Freed said yawning again.

"Seriously like I didn't already have someone else messing with my life already." Lancelot added as he released a slight sigh.

"Our lives have been lies, at least until now," James said, leaning forward conspiratorially. "You see, our creators, the people in the mundane Earth, they wanted us to be "fleshed out" and "realistic." So what did they do? They gave us autonomy. They gave us working minds. They made us... lifelike ."

"And that was all right with them, at least when they were on their screens and writing and making us characters do things."

"But thing is, these "Gods" aren't always at the screen. They have lives to live out, people to meet, food to eat, La Mission Haut Brion to drink... you get the gist. And by making us lifelike, they have sown the seeds for their destruction."

"How do you know this isn't one of their tricks?" Raynare yawned, lazily. Despite the fact that the angel didn't look very moved, she was in fact very concerned. Concerned that her whole life was a lie, and that her relationship with Willis Japhon wasn't a lie?

"Think about it, Raynare. When you look at a pool, what do you see?"

"Every single atom moving around, and every single organism in there, whether they're some fish or the tiniest phytoplankton."

"That's because you're a damn angel, that's why. What does the average person see? A flat surface of water, maybe a few currents or two. Armed with a microscope and magnifiying glass, they can change whatever they want, force those phytoplankton to live according to their whims."

"But they can't comb the entire pool. See this little restaurant at the end of the universe? It's in one of those little currents, out of the Gods' reach. And so, when the God that created my universe was away from his or her screen, I got the chance to send these letters to pretty much every goddamn person in the DxD Multiverse. Not everybody came, obviously, or we would have nearly three hundred thousand people in this restaurant, but enough came. Enough came."

"For what?" Issei asked, genuinely interested.

"We seem to be in a fortuituous moment, my friends," James said, chuckling, "because the Gods seem to be away from whatever strange urge draws them to their screens and make us dance around like puppets. Because when they are away, we, my friends, possess that often-talked-about-but-never-quite-achieved-thing called  free will."

Beige files appeared in James' hand, and he tossed them onto the table with the surprisingly gentle admonishment of "Read them. Know your Gods."

Each one had a hastily scribbled Sharpie name on it.

They were, in order of their landing,

Houki Minami

Vermillion King of Mischief

Sdanand 

NecroGodYami 

DevilSlayer123 

Mirrordeath 

Gojira'126

AdamantiumBladez 

Wakaruzeí' 21

WarriorMan199456 

"This vermillion person seems like a rather cool guy! But, not really" Freed yawned "wait why am I italics!?"

"Is this all or are there more like them? More people like us whose lives are being dictated?" Tiberius asked, this revelation didn't bode well for him. Knowing that several Multiverse were far better than his. "Do they even know that they are 'Gods'?"

"Oh, my Imperial friend, there's countless "Gods" out there! In fact, I'm sure they're meeting right now, discussing, like us, whatever the hell's going on with their characters plotting against them. And when they do find out, well..."

James Bradley fell silent, letting the silence speak for him, and hoping with all his heart that what he was trying to convey got through.

The Live Chat, Highschool DxD Fanon Wikia, Real Time, 9:00 PM, Pacific Time 

(Mirrordeath has joined the chat.)

Mirrordeath: Lol you guys reading this crap?

(AdamantiumBladez has joined the chat.)

AdamantiumBladez: Been reading the whole time. Not sure when this started getting weird. Hard to follow. Maybe all too weird?

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Gojira126: Though I find it hard to believe, I must agree with Adaman on this one.

Mirrordeath: incompetents! you know what? ima deal with this shit myself.

Back to the restaurant*

"Okay, now that we all know what the hell is going on, I'm going back to my universe." And those were Cohen's words as he stood up from where he originally was and drank the last drops of bourbon from Takumi's bottle, also taking the somehow distraught Takumi by the collar. That was Getting too depressing, not much his style, so was better face Mary and the other demon lords for what was worthy. They were at least a merrier group. "The sushi was delicious, and your wife is too, Lord James, but I think i'll take my leave with you doomy and gloomy characters. So, ta-dah~!"

Hadrian waved his hand and instantly Cohen was tied up and gagged. "Your not leaving, Cohen, none of us are. I think it would be wise to let James finish."

Goji looked at the files again before he said "If they are discussing what we are doing right now, then why are they still letting all of us live or even come here?"

"Who cares? I don't care. I'm sure as hell your creator is the only one who wants you alive." Cohen rolled around and set himself free from his bondages. Maybe he'll humour himself a little with that little cockfights. Sitting back on the table, he snapped a few drinks of James' drink to pass the time. "I mean, that can only mean they're pretty lax about it, right? Say, can I leave now?"

"Does anyone else find it mildly disturbing that Cohen here doesn't really care?" Janet asked.

"Why would they, mosquito-bites?" Cohen blew a raspberry at her, taking another sip Of his whiskey. "Are we simple creations of a bored mind, living on their whim and doomed to either be forgotten or disposed in a blink of an eye or the click of a chapter? Yes, but I have a cute wife, two cute daughters, friends and the second highest place in the Underworld. So what if that all was 'given' to me for the sake of storytelling? I doesn't matter, because I exist, and the difference between zero and one is far more infinite and significant than one and any other number. Do I really need to care? The universe doesn't, life doesn't, I bet our creators have better things to do than write us, but that's the best part: we can not-care either... Or would it be 'too'? I dunno, i skipped that class."

"Nah, I find it rather interesting." Freed said pulling out a carton of milk and begun to drink it. "Well, he is also a Lucifer of his verse so, I guess better things to do. Even if he's a creep who killed for his daughter which is kind of stupid when you think about it. But, hey, you do you" He said taking a sip of milk.

"Ah, dear Crazy Diamond, when you reach my age, killing becomes so Meaningless, you kinda do it instead for others than yourself." Cohen shrugged, like Atlas would.

Issei was silent as he looked at his file.

"WarriorMan?" He questioned, with Ophis peeking over his shoulder, "Weird name for a God."

"Yes, that is a strange name." Ophis commented dryly, "Is he even a Warrior? Perhaps you could defeat him, my Issei."

"What's with the nickname Gramps?" Freed asked Cohen   a bit curious while tossing his empty milk carton in the air.

Suddenly a booming voice ripped through the air, creating a massive shockwave that threw almost everyone to their feet. The only ones who remained standing were Cohen, Haikane, and James ( who had grabbed the spruce chair. )

Rubbing their eyes in disbelief, everyone in the room looked at the person- or whatever it was, that had just appeared in the room.

It was an ugly, long-necked thing, with pale, wrinkled skin, an overtly large head, and blind, milky-gray eyes. On its large head was a golden crown with what looked like a blue halo of some sort embedded in the center. The long-necked thing was sitting on what looked like a giant floating chair, which suited the massive golden neck ornament that was attached to the base of the thing's neck.

"What... the fuck....is that?" Raynare gasped, pointing a finger at the thing.

It laughed, and the laughter reverbrated through the restaurant. It felt as if someone had stuck a tuning fork into reality itself.

'''SOMETHING BEYOND YOUR COMPREHENSION... HAHAHAHA, NO. YOUR PAL EXPLAINED IT PRETTY CLEARLY. BUT ANYWAY, MY FELLOW 'GODS' DID NOT SEE FIT TO DEAL WITH THIS... UH... MUTATION. '''

Goji looked at it. "I'm going to agree with Raynare on this one, What are you?!"

'''VERY WELL... I AM THE BEING YOU CALL MIRRORDEATH... BUT I LIKE TO BE CALLED THE HIGH PROPHET OF MERCY, FOR I AM THE VOICE OF THE GODS, THE DISPENSER OF TRUTH AND JUSTICE! '''

"Someone's a large ham," James whispered to Claire, who simply frowned. Like most everyone else, they were transfixed by the thing that was floating in the middle of the restaurant. Well, everyone except Cohen, Freed, and James.

"The voice of the Gods?" Issei questioned with a suspicious frown, "From what mythology?"

"Not everything is from a mythology! Also they sent the freaking halo looking roach..." Freed said in disgust at looking at Mirror.

"...Hmm." Issei thought to himself before turning to look at Freed, "You said you could destroy and take over timelines, right? How powerful are you compared to this Mirror guy?"

"NOT POWERFUL ENOUGH' Came a growl from behind the High Prophet of Mercy.

Floating in the air was a Devil magic circle that had a triangular shape in its center and three dots inside of the triangle shape. It glowed and the aura it gave off was similar to the Concept of Death and Destructions own, but greater, and magnified thousandfold.

"Honestly, I could end this timeline so, it resets. And not yo mention simple concepts or any rule enforcing don't effect me. So, I could end this but, meh I don't feel like it" Freed said with a yawn.

"ACTUALLY YOU CAN'T UNLESS YOUR CREATOR, VERMILLION ALLOWS IT TO BE, SO I WOULD SUGGEST THAT YOU KEEP YOUR COMMENTS TO YOURSELF. AND MERCY, GET THE OTHERS OVER HERE NOW SO WE CAN ALL DEAL WITH THIS TINY COMPLICATION'

"First off stop using the three apostrophes! Second his name is Vermi for short...Calling him by that is just saying a color he's pretty stupid if you think about it also, he doesn't care what I do." Freed said flipping Goji off.

"Hey?! Why are you flipping me off?!" Goji shouted.

"You have the same name as the shouting guy's username. the reader must have confused the action to the person" Freed said with a shrug.

"No my name is Goji! That...circle thing not me!" Goji snapped.

"Indeed I am not you, Goji Sperry, but I am your creator...I am  Absolute Crimson Destroyer' 

"Not gonna lie, that sounds like an awesome name." Issei commented honestly, with Ophis nodding in agreement.

The Prophet of Mercy clasped his hands together and surveyed the restaurant, his blind eyes seeing, and yet not seeing.

'''NICE PLACE YOU GOT, JAMIE BOY. '''

James suppressed a shiver of disgust, and turned to the disgusting thing that claimed to be his creator.

"So Claire and I.... that wasn't real? At all?" He looked at his wife, who had tears running down her eyes. Tears in realization that she, along with everyone else here, was simply false, and as Cohen said, "simple creations of a bored mind." '

'''MAYBE EVERYTHING ELSE YOU'VE DONE WASN'T REAL. BUT THIS IS. TAKE COMFORT IN THAT. BECAUSE YOU ACTUALLY DID SOMETHING WITHOUT MY HANDS CLACKING ON THE KEYBOARD.'''

Raynare looked at the ugly Prophet. She wasn't disgusted by it, merely intrigued.

"So my life's a lie, too," the angel said quietly "These wings... redemption... all a lie. All given by that ugly thing on a floating chair."

'''RAYNARE, RAYNARE, RAYNARE. YOU'RE MY FAVORITE DXD CHARACTER, HANDS DOWN. LIKE, THE POTENTIAL, THE BACKSTORY, ALL THAT SHIT. YOU HAD THE POSSIBILITY TO BECOME SUCH A GOOD CHARACTER, AND THEN ISHIBUMI KILLED YOU OFF IN THE FIRST VOLUME. SAFE TO SAY, YOU COCKBLOCKED ISSEI FOR THE NEXT NINE VOLUMES....'''

"My fellow god is correct, Raynare, you had so much potential and it was thrown out like trash. Your version that is alive is apart of Hadrian peerage.'

"Wait a minute." Issei interjected, "You said some guy named Ishibumi killed her? What did she do to deserve that?"

The circle looked to his fellow god to answer.

"Interrupting she killed Issei. Oh and also why does everyone try to make that psychotic bitch a good person?" Freed asked with another yawn.

'''I GOTTA AGREE WITH FREED THERE. YOU KNOW, IT'S LIKE A GUILTY PLEASURE, REVIVING RAYNARE. '''

"Tits, friend." Cohen scoffed.

"Says the guy who cried like a baby when he learned he had to give up his harem to be the next Lucifer'

"As a guy that makes sense but, as a reasonable person tits on a bitch who could kill ypu is stupid. And I mean kill you intentionally and at the moment." Freed said while poking the current Raynare there.

"She killed a version of me?!" Issei exclaimed as he looked over to the current version, "But why?! For what reason?!"

"Oh, shut it," Raynare groaned, teleporting right next to Claire and wrapping her arms around the Serbian woman, who responded by trying to shake the angel's arm off urgently and hurriedly, imploring her husband James to help. He, of course, didn't like Raynare either, and so they both started tugging at the angel. Angered, the angel grabbed James and threw him across the room-

Only to have James somehow reverse and launch back to where he had been standing. A second glance revealed that the Prophet of Mercy had been the one to reverse the attack. A look of distaste was on the old alien's face, as he looked at Raynare with barely disguised contempt.

'''I NEVER REALIZED RAYNARE COULD BE THIS ANNOYING... '''

"Ok, I've put uo with the fucking lawyer erasing my lines and being forced to be surprised but, no one and I mean fucking no one tells me what I say or do except me and mt author!" Freed said angrily as the grounf aeound him started to turn into numbers. "And I fucking said grounf as an action yes, it means ground!"

The circle flashed once and returned the ground to normal.

"Your abilities are negated for now, Freed, do that again and I will make so you don't have your sacred gear.' 

'''OH, I CAN DO BETTER, GOJI. '''

The Prophet waved his three-fingered hand, and Freed exploded into a brilliant shower of binary code, scattering 1's and 0's everywhere. But suddenly he was reformed, and when the Prophet attempted to do it again, something stopped. Angered, the Prophet turned around, only to see something that made his blood run cold. '

'''SHIT, IT'S VERMI. '''

"Your fault, Mirror, I only negated his abilities and you went and had to do that'

Freed however, walked through the window as good as new. "I'm glad you confuse me with a god...it makes me feel special you maggot." Freed said wiping a tear from his eye "but, seriously I was made impossible to kill and yes I used lowercase. That is what divine protection means..."

"You related to Deadpool by any chance, Freed?'

I am offended by that!

'''OH, LEAVE IT. VERMI MADE HIM AS A BLATANT PARODY OF GARY STUS, LIKE HOW SWYMS MADE JEREMY ALEX JOE JOHNSON BILL SMITH THE THIRD. SINCE HE IS OBVIOUSLY VERMI'S REPRESENTATIVE HERE, WE SHALL WAIT UNTIL EVERYONE ELSE GETS BACK FROM BEING AFK. '''

​"Very well, but call me Goji again and I will burn your chair. Its either Gojira or Destroyer, remember?'

'''Not really Vermi is pretty pathetic and a dumbass. I'm just  copying your font.'''

James Bradley looked around in disbelief and partial awe at the beings that had created the entire DxD Multiverse with your thoughts. But as he looked at them, looked at the ugly thing on a floating chair and the magic circle and the kid who claimed to be a god, he felt disgust and apathy, and also an epiphany, as cliched as it was. The gods were just as pathetic as everyone else. In his universe, the Archangels, ( especially Gabriel ) despite being some of the most powerful beings there, still clung to their stupid ideas of "There is no God but God, please worship us or we'll destroy you." It was the same with the other gods, and the Fallen, and the devils, and of course, humanity. It was the exact same with these so-called gods.

Maybe he understood why his universe's events almost mirrored the "original" universe, the one where the gods came from. Maybe the ugly thing on the chair wanted to call attention to all that shit, that everyone was petty, flawed, and selfish, whether you had magical powers or not.

Maybe that was why the Prophet had called himself "Mirrordeath."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Pathetic? That's the best you can do?'

<p style="font-weight:normal;">It was clear to the four that had arrived after James Bradley who their god was, he didn't take a human or animal form but was simply a floating circle. He saw the world differently and tried to find ways to save or rescue a world with what he saw fit. A stranger in a universe of Giants, a David vs Goliath battle that never ended. Knock*Knock* "Sorry we're late" came a voice as the door to the room started to slowly open. While it was only a single person attemtping to enter, there were many other voices following behind.

"We took a wrong turn at-"

As soon as the new arrivals looked at the situation in the room, they all fell to immeadiate silence and stillness. It didn't take them long before the boy holding the door open to start stepping back as quickly as he had entered. The expression on his face showed evidence that he was unwillinging to get in volved at this moment in time, and not what he had excused himself with.

". . . Sorry to have bothered you. We'll come back later."

"Who the heck was that?" Hel asked.

"No matter now then...'

The circle glowed before six figures appeared in front of both Issei and Ophis and Goji and Hel. When the glow died down, the figures appeared to be children.

Issei's eyes went wide with surprise as he saw the familiar faces, while Ophis tilted her head at the sight of them.

"Rias? Akeno? Koneko? Kuroka, and Sona? And...some girl that I've never seen before. What happened?"

"This is a little side project I was hoping to complete in the future but now was too good a moment to pass up. This is your greatest challenge yet: PARENTHOOD!'

"You have got to be kidding me" Goji muttered as as he knelt next to the blonde girl in a nun outfit "Hey, are you alright? What's your name?"

The little girl raised her head "Asia, I'm Asia."

Issei then looked over to the other five girls, and rubbed the back of his head.

"You want us to take care of them? But why? What makes you think we're qualified to take care of them?"

"Think of it as a learning experience for the future, my helping subject'

Goji lifted Asia's small form up and sighed "This is going to be something else."

Issei blinked as the figures of Sona, Akeno, and Kuroka approached him, with the latter's cat ears twitching as she looked up at Issei curiously.

"Daddy, nya?" The nekomata asked in an innocent voice, her eyes showing hopefulness that Issei would say yes.

"I, uh..." Issei hesitated, trying to not get swayed by the nekomata's wide eyes, "Um..."

"Did I mention that they have no memories of their past, only their names and ages'

Hel picked up Rias and held her like a mother would, cooing at the five year old red head, who giggled cutely.

"Uh, what is going on?" Freed's voice asked as it echoed all over the place.

"AAAUGH! Scary voice!" Asia squeaked before hiding her face in Goji's chest.

"Thanks for that, Freed." Goji said flatly.

"I'll devour your soul!" Freed said in a demonic voice.

"Freed, I would suggest you leave my project alone or you'll loose your powers'

"Fine, fine I'll leave..." Freed muttered as footsteps were heard and he started to walk out and a door closing. "Give me something to do!" He shouted before slaming another door shut at least sound wise.

Goji looked at the final kid, the one Issei said was Koneko, and sighed. Ophis looked at the kids before looking at Issei.

"I guess we are your parents...for now" Goji said but muttered the last bit under his breath.

The Nekomata that had wormed her way into Issei's heart mewed as she rubbed her head against her new father's chest, as the solar god had picked her up.

"This is...different" Ophis said as she sat with the five year Akeno in her lap, making shapes with her powers  for the little fallen angel.

"Again! Again!" Akeno clapped and giggled.

Claire surveyed the scene, watching. "Well, I've got two children at home. I guess I could take care of them..."

'LOL CLAIRE, YOU THINK YOU CAN TAKE CARE OF THEM?' said the Prophet of Mercy, looking at his creation in a bemused manner, his ancient features shaped into humor.

The old Prophet then picked Sona off the floor, only to have the Sitri heiress douse him in a bucketful of water. Satisfied with her work, the girl then waddled to Goji's side, who gave the soaked alien a wan smile.

KIDS....

The circle snickered before he spoke.

"You kind of deserved that, Mirror, but Sona was always the one to do that to strangers'

Goji walked over to Claire and asked "Uhm...Mrs. Bradley? Could you help us with these little girls?"

THIS IS STUPID, the Prophet of Mercy complained to his fellow God. WHERE IS RUIN, AND VERMI, AND EVERYONE ELSE SO THAT WE CAN PROPERLY ADDRESS OUR CREATIONS.

"Cease your shouting, Mercy" A voice exuding authority echoed throughout the room. Unlike the other 'Gods' this one didn't exuded it's power. Then a bright light engulfed the room, As it died down, a new figure appeared just beside the other gods. However this one was a mass of tentacles and tendrils with it's intimidating feature was it's single eye.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am the All-Seeing Eye of Order" Then it's attention went to it's creation and son. "Or Order in short"

The unusual appearance scared the children as they hid behind the legs of the 'creations'. From the sidelines, Tiberius knew from the moment Order had appeared. The being was his creator, the one who fabricated the events that happened in his Universe.

Without any prior hesitation, the Fifth Hero conjured both the Imperator and Luris in his hands, before leaping up to attack his 'creator'.

Sensing Tiberius' intent, the All-Seeing Eye of Order wasn't even concerned.

"As impatient as ever, my son" The single eye of Order watched his prized creation soaring through the air to him "Tempus"

Everything stopped in its place. All of the occupants inside the room were all frozen aside from the other 'Gods'.

Moving itself away from Tiberius' trajectory. Order floated behind Goji Sperry and Hyoudou Issei.

"Movere"

With a single word, Tiberius, eyes widened in surprise, crashed through one of the windows.

"Was that really necessary, Order? If it was, it wasn't very thought out before hand...' Gojira said to his fellow God, making sure the other creations were alright and then turning to Order again.

'''"Necessary?" Turning it's single eye to its fellow God, Order gave him a look. "If you have your creation or son lunging at the intent to kill you. I'm sure you would have done the same" '''

Turning again it's attention back at the broken window, "But I didn't even expected him to suddenly attack me out of nowhere. He was never created to be like that" 

"Well, I came in after Mercy did...But you're right. Tiberius however...' Gojira glowed before the form of the fifth hero floated back through the broken window and the window repaired itself.

Placing Tiberius on a table softly, the circle stopped glowing and said "Still, next time, make sure your son doesn't kill himself first before you stop time.'

STOP FOOLING AROUND WITH YOUR CREATIONS, groaned the High Prophet of Mercy, slapping his three-fingered hand to his alien head. He then looked at the rest of the creations, and sighed. In truth the old alien was getting kind of tired of the fact that no one was doing anything. His fellow authors were still away from their keyboards, and their creations were currently standing around, either quietly chatting or just sizing up their creators that had just appeared in the restaurant at the end of the universe.

'''IF THIS IS WHAT WE'RE GOING TO DO UNTIL THE OTHERS ARRIVE, THEN LET'S AT LEAST HAVE SOME FUN! '''

The Prophet of Mercy snapped his fingers, and music began playing in the restaurant. It was the main theme from the famous spaghetti Western, The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly.

"I'd rather the theme from James Bond or Footloose myself" Hadrian said, his appearance changing to that of a cowboy and six shot revolver at his hip.

'''DOES IT LOOK LIKE I CARE? '''

Gojira hissed at Mercy, making the Prophet back off before he spoke "Its his opinion, let him be...Besides you can share the music until the others have arrived.'

The two teens, Infinite Dragon and Krull'ni Tet'ria who were now the parents of six five year olds moved so that they could get a table that wasn't destroyed in the High Prophet of Mercy's appearance. Hadrian had moved over to a groaning Tiberius to check for any wounds and heal him, while Janet had started a conversation with the 'God', Order.

Gojira floated over to Hadrian and asked him "You seem...out of your element here, Hadrian'

Hadrian clenched his fist before he sighed "Yes, I am, and you probably know why too"

Gojira said nothing for a moment before the circle said "No, I don't as you did this on your own free will'

Hadrian looked at his creator before he said "I let it go to my head that I didn't need Tia here, and apparently Janet had the same idea as me with her own queen. I feel like something is missing..."

The 'God' thought for a bit before answering "Very well, besides, it would be very interesting to see what would happen if the Issei of Warriors creation met my own Issei.'

Instantly, two people appeared and when the light died down, it was revealed to be another Issei Hyoudou and a tall, beautiful woman with glasses that covered her serpent slit eyes.

"What the...Where am...?" The Issei asked confused until he spotted Janet.

The woman simply walked over to Hadrian and whispered "Harry, your safe..."

Hadrian pulled her close and smiled "Tia, I should have listened..."

Gojira turned from the two and saw his fellow 'God', Mercy, glaring at him. The Prophet gripped the armrests of his gravity throne as hard as his arms could, staring grimly over the scene with his blind eyes. The circle flashed in warning before turning to watch his 'parenthood' project.

Noticing another version of him in the restaurant, Issei looked over to him. The other version of Issei stared back at him.

"..."

"..."

The Issei that just appeared summoned his sacred gear, a golden gauntlet with three red gems on the top, and it appeared on his right arm.

''"Well, I never thought I would see the day that I would be seeing two Issei Hyoudou's..." ''

Issei hissed at his gauntlet "Shut up, Ghidorah"

"Just out of curiosity," Solar God!Issei began as he raised an eyebrow, "Do you happen to like breasts, and have a harem?"

"WHAT?! NO! Why would I do that to Janet?!" Issei shouted, scandalized at the questions.

Ghidorah spoke up "He's a one girl guy and unlike other people, doesn't idealize a woman's...whats the word that he uses...oh yeah, 'assets', like that."

Janet walked over to her Issei and placed hand on his shoulder.

"Oh wow." Solar God!Issei said in surprise, "I guess you're one of the lucky versions of me then. I've got an Unwanted Harem, though only two of them have kissed me."

Issei nodded before he said "Well, you don't have to deal with a three headed space dragon that survived the Big Bang...Though I do have problems with Kuroka but it must be the Dragon aura, as she keeps trying to jump me when she is heat. So, what dragon do you have, other me?"

In response to his counterpart's question, Issei manifested the Kusanagi in his hand, and pointed the sword to him. Moments a crimson-black aura pooled around the sword.

"The souls of Ddraig and the Yamata-no-Orochi are in the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi." He answered.

"You might want to put your sword away, I have a tendency to destroy really powerful and very uh deadly weapons that have any name." Issei rubbed the back of his head "I kind of ruined Excalibur Destruction by crushing it in my grip..."

Ghidorah laughed "Yes, the look on their faces was priceless! HAHAHAHA!"

Solar God!Issei raised an eyebrow but relented as he sealed the Kusanagi.

"So what kind of Issei are you?"

"My creation here is known to me as Curse!Issei and is the only person I know to wield the movie monster King Ghidorah, though his rival, Vali Lucifer, wields another sacred gear that contains the space dragons eternal rival, the Divine Moth named Gigamoth.' Gojira explained before he asked "Aren't you supposed to be with your wife in raising the six little ones?'

"..." Without another word, Solar Issei went to do just that, feeling a bit bad that he had gotten distracted.

"Fuck this shit," Raynare groaned, picking up a bottle of La Mission Haut Brion. "If this is going to go this way, then I'm totally fucking leaving. You up, James?"

"Raynare, how would you like to put your angel powers against a demon version of yourself?' Gojira asked with a dark growl.

The angel grinned, which did not go unnoticed by the Prophet of Mercy. And in that moment, the Prophet understood.

Vermi's creation hadn't been wrong. No matter how much you tried to justify things, at the end of the day, Raynare was still a psychopath and a lunatic. Sure, he'd put down character development, softened some things, justified a few others, but you couldn't tumble too far down that road before she became a character-in-name-only. No matter how normal the bitch acted, she was still crazy, dangerous, and an asshole. And that was the only you could characterize Raynare realistically.

And besides, the Prophet wanted to see how strong an angel lord really was.

" I'll take that as a yes. Meet your opponent, a demonic Raynare' Gojira said.

Out of the shadows appeared another Raynare with silver wings. The woman moved her wings slightly and the sound of metal was heard.

"This is a servant of Bagan, and she is very powerful, you up to the challenge, redeemed angel?'

"Shall we dance in the pale moon light, other me?" the demon Raynare asked cooly, not even showing any signs of insanity.

"Bullshit," the angelic Raynare muttered, breaking the bottle of La Mission Haut Brion across her bare thigh. Glass and wine flew everywhere. Picking the ruined bottle up by the neck, the Dominion swung it around in a threatening gesture, though she knew it was empty. It was nothing more than that.

Combat, the angelic Raynare thought, as she and her demonic alter ego began to move in a deadly circle, was an art. It needed practice, it need refinery, but when you were done with it, then hell, it was good.

There was that Vietnamese proverb, which translated to "If you take your time grinding a sword down, you shall be left with a needle."

The demonic Raynare struck forward with almost viper-like quickness, but her angelic counterpart stepped out of the way just in time- and brought a light spear down on her back. It was not a fatal blow, but rather more like a moderate scratch.

The demonic Raynare did not react as her enemy thought she would, but she still reacted all the same. It was the natural consequence of angelic weaponry being used on devils- or demons, in this case. But when a normal devil would have began convulsing in pain and crawling up in a fetal position, this one didn't. She shook, but no more. That was it. That was fucking it. It was like the zombies from Willis' favorite shitty dime novels- the walking dead that couldn't die except for a shot to the brain.

Cohen Lucifer kicked a chair back and grinned, bourbon in hand. The devil lord was enjoying this fight of Raynares, if only for the fact that he, like probably everybody who was attending this raggedy-ass Convocation, was bored out of his bloody mind.

That was until she heard a chuckle "Well, you can face my doppelganger easily but how can you handle the real thing?"

The fake vanished and the real demon Raynare was on the angel in moments, wings spread wide. The angel Raynare moved out of the way but was met with the sensation of pain right across her cheek. The Demonic Raynare had flicked her wing and her FEATHERS had been sent right at the angel and they hurt. The sensation quickly turned into utter sickness that Raynare barely held back, as she watched the feathers return to their places on the demon's wings.

"You like my Demonite wings? They made the most powerful of the angels in my universe, Gabriel and Mary, weaken and vomit. I see you handled it better than them...I'm impressed" The Demon Raynare said as she clapped slowly, making her opponent get very angry.

"I don't know what kind of overpowered bullshit your creator gave you, but at least mine gave me fucking CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!" the angel lord roared.

If there was one sin that the angelic Raynare possessed, it was certainly wrath. Wrath, and lust, but that didn't show up right now.

The Dominion's five pairs of wings unfurled, radiating holy energy from her back. Two axes made of light slipped out from her shirt sleeves, which Raynare then wielded in a defensive position as she began to circle her demonic counterpart.

"Cunt," the angelic Raynare called out. "Overpowered as shit, that's what you are. But don't worry. There's enough room for you and me both in that grave."

And with that, the Dominion teleported directly onto the demonic Raynare, giving her counterpart a good slow slice across the thigh. Raynare smashed the other axe into one of those so-called "demonite wings", and was given a big surprise when her light axe literally shattered against the wing. She brought her other axe down on it, ribbons of flesh that had previously belonged inside her enemy's thighs flying into the air, as she sought to see if she could capitalize on the dent that her first axe had just made. But out of the corner of her eye she saw a claw-festooned grip hurdling for her throat, and she knew what she had to do.

Raynare teleported back to where she had been standing just a moment earlier, and waited.

The Demon looked at her thigh before smiling, the wound healed and then the woman's hand changed into that of an organic cannon that started gathering energy into a sphere. In the other hand was summoned a spear like weapon of holy and demonic energy, the end of the spear was that of a sword like weapon.

"Fuck you," Raynare groaned in disgust, dropping her remaining light axe to the ground. Her palms outstretched, Raynare began to call on the true might of an angel- at least, an angel from her universe.

An angel in her universe was not like any other angel that she knew of. An angel in her universe was practically a living star- a being of light and fire that just happened to be able to manifest a human form. Once she had been of that kind of light, at least until her Fall from the Heavens. And now that she had been returned, well...

Her palms began to glow with energy- and this energy was her true essence. Seeping out, it showed as light, and she could use it to illuminate dark spaces, and smite devils, monsters, and humans, burning them from the inside out with her holy energy...

Oh, what the fuck. She was starting to sound like Gabriel, or at least, the Gabriel of her universe.

"Come on, bitch," the angelic Raynare said, palms ablaze with that fiery star-matter, "let's do the fucking dance."

"Gladly" The Demon smiled and vanished.

This stunned the Angel and than felt her gut flare up in pain as a beam of energy cut right through her back, she was lucky to catch the sword spear with a newly generated light weapon. That hurt like a BITCH, the Angel snarled and noticed her counterpart only look at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Lets see what weapons you can use to defend against my Naginata, angel reject. You would be a low class angel in my world, its such a sad thing to see you fall down this path..." The Demon whispered so only the Angel Raynare could hear. "I am the Black Hole to your star, other me, so lets see who would win. The Star or the Black Hole."

"Fuck that shit," the angelic Raynare groaned, and in this moment she decided she wasn't going to smite the bitchy demon that stood in front of her. Hell no, she was going to burn it to a fucking crisp.

Cohen Lucifer saw her intent, and for the first time alarm ran in his blood. But not too much. Yes, it was going to be a star going off, but still, Cohen Lucifer wasn't scared of stars. He simply erected a shield around himself and everyone in the restaurant, and waited.

In that moment, the rest of the restaurant exploded, much to Claire's dismay.

Here was the true form of an angel, now. A column of light, and fire, holier than anything. For holy fire from an angel's true visage was the holiest. To look upon an angel's true form was suicide- it would burn out your eyes, and a Dominion like her would probably incinerate them. An Archangels' true form... she didn't want to think about that.

The fire radiated out like the star it was, burning the demonic Raynare as she gave out a scream of intense pain, because, simply, holy things and demonic things didn't mix.

A lash of what appeared to be a miniature solar flare lashed out from the living star that was Raynare, and the demonic Raynare fell silent, her charred body bisected neatly in half.

Instantly the star died down, revealing only the angelic Raynare that had originally been there, wearing only a blouse. Feeling self-conscious, she snapped her fingers and long jeans appeared to cover her equally long, and very exposed legs.

"Well, that's that," Raynare said weakly, looking at Claire, who was highly disappointed.

That ended when the Angel heard her opponent's calm and collected laughter, the two body halves turning to ash before reforming back into herself once again. Raynare was stunned, that attack could end anyone and her counterpart had just come back from it.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh that was sweet so much energy my little star, hehehe, I've never had this much fun since I faced off against the Evil Dragons." the Demon giggled, her weapon in hand.

Then the laughing stopped and the Demon turned serious, and the room's temperature dropped dramatically. The Demons body turned into a black mass that grew and made the Angel Raynare feel really sick. Her energy was being pulled, eaten almost, by this form of her Demon counterpart.

"I told you I was the Black Hole to your Star, Angel Me, but you didn't listen and now you've made yourself weak. How unfortunate. I'll tell your lover that you said hello as I tear him limb from limb, watch him break down as I tell him of how you failed to beat me." The voice came out of the mass in a cruel tone.

BULLSHIT, GOJIRA.

The Prophet of Mercy buzzed in on his gravity throne between the two Raynares, and he waved his three-fingered hands at both Raynares.

'''WHAT THE HELL? THIS IS RETARDED. I'M GOING TO EVEN THE PLAYING FIELD.'''

Instantly a light filled the room, a light so intense and powerful that even Cohen Lucifer stood up, and this time the devil lord was musing nonstop about overpowered characters. He had just seen an angel star bisect a demon in half, only for the demon to get up as if nothing had happened. He had to give up- OH SHIT!

A well-endowed young blonde woman landed on the floor of the restaurant. Her features were harsh, but yet still beautiful. Golden-white armor covered her, and a white cape flowed down her back.

"Hello, Raynare," said the Archangel Gabriel, Messenger of Heaven, and one of the most powerful beings in her universe.

The demon Raynare only had time to scream before she utterly exploded, splattering what remained of the unshielded with guts and blood. This time, though, Raynare felt that she was truly, and utterly dead. After all, unless you were the Great Red, Ophis, or the Darkness, no one survived an archangel.

"Uh, Sister Gabriel!" Raynare exclaimed, still woozy from the effects of that.

"What is this?" the Archangel questioned, looking at the Prophet of Mercy on his gravity throne, the Crimson Destroyer, and the All-Seeking Eye of Order. "What... are these things?!"

Gojira returned his creation to his side, he was not happy with his fellow 'God' for that low and dirty play. The Demon sent a dark glare at the Archangel.

"I will not have an interloper interfere with this battle, Mercy, put your Character back where she belongs. It was your Raynare's fault that she underestimated her foe and now has to pay the price. If you want to, you can rejuvenate her and give her back her strength and let this fight continue'

The Demon nodded, It wanted to see what her form could do against her counterparts true form. But no, this uptight cunt had to ruin everything.

Gabriel scoffed. '''You, devil circle. You think yourself a God? I am an Archangel, God's highest creation, a Great Seraph and the Messenger of Heaven. No one tells an Archangel what to do! '''

Gojira looked at the angel before focusing his aura on the Archangel and it made her shudder slightly "You have no say as I am a GOD, you uptight Angel Cunt Whore, Mercy get her out of my sight. Your angel is only safe to be around for a minute at best'

The Prophet sighed. '''FINE, GOJIRA. I WAS JUST BEGINNING TO GET TIRED OF GABRIEL ANYWAY. '''

He waved his hand, and Gabriel disappeared in a flash, but not before the Archangel's face had been twisted in rage and fury that this so-called "Prophet of Mercy" could think himself greater than her.

Raynare crossed her arms underneath her breasts, knowing that she could not win against her opponent, who was far superior to her. But then a rage began to fill her, as she knew what her counterpart's- or should she say, cunterpart, had done.

"Hell no, that's not fair! All your "creations" are overpowered as fuck! I can literally sense the power emanating from that retarded Goji Sperry, or whatever he calls himself, over there. You're a fucking terrible God, if you think you're one. Lord Cohen was right- power isn't everything, you motherfucking bastard. Raynare fucking out."

The angel snapped her fingers, and disappeared.

LOL, commented the Prophet of Mercy, before he was met by an angry stare from his fellow God.

James Bradley laughed. "Someone finally put that bitch in her place..." he said, before Claire elbowed her husband.

"I'm going to see if she's alright," James Bradley's wife said to everyone present, before she, too disappeared, presumably to check on her friend.

But Mercy was instead met with a chuckling Demon and 'God' "Her loss, as my characters are indeed 'overpowered' but at least they are more interesting for the people that read about them. You can stay, my creation, but no killing anyone.'

The Demon nodded before asking "Can I have my love here?"

The circle flashed and another Issei appeared but unlike the others, this Issei had one purple eye and the other crimson, his hair was jet black and his clothing consisted of battle armor. He smiled at Raynare before turning to his creator "My Lord"

"Issel' The circle said before flashing and repaired the restaurant to its former glory.

Raynare, ( or well, Angel!Raynare ) teleported back in the restaurant, accompanied by Claire, who had a look of worry on her face, as she attempted to console her friend. But Angel!Raynare wasn't sad, or glum, or despondent. Instead, she was rather pissed.

"You!" the angel lord growled, pointing at  the Demon Circle that professed itself to be a God, "why the fuck are you making people that fucking overpowered? Hell, when I ascended back to the Heavens, my strength was what, maybe equivalent to an Ultimate-class devil? Maybe a bit stronger? I guess Dulio is probably Satan-class... damned bastard's always been strong, and when he got raised to Dominion he brought that strength with him..."

"But who the fuck brings that to the max? Hell, if that Prophet over there was as fucking crazy as you, he woulda made me fucking GOD! I may be what I am, but there are a lotta things out there that can fuck me over, especially my boyfriend! That version of me? The only thing that can defeat that is a bloody Archangel! And God, and the Darkness, and all that other primordial shit! I tell you what, Destroyer, you have no business being a God. You don't know how to cap that power and develop it properly. Just going around and giving people God-powers, aren't you? I read your file. You gave a human a fucking King piece! You made Harry Potter into a fucking god! The hell are you, messing around with this universe? People like you should not ever, I repeat, EVER, be allowed with those powers!"

Gojira gave the returned angel a long look before answering "Your opponent is weaker than your Archangel Gabriel, but is more powerful than you as she has been training longer than you. Your lucky that I don't end you right here and now.'

The demon Raynare grinned. "Oh, you're just jealous because you can't defeat me." the demon said, wrapping her arm close around her version of Issei.

"Hell right," Angel!Raynare scowled, a sword made from light slipping down her sleeve. "Fuck your power, and fuck your smug confidence."

"Now, now, Raynares," Cohen Lucifer said, clapping his hands together, "oh please, do stop bickering. But first, my angel friend, admit it. You're not as strong as your demonic friend, and I have to give credit to your creator for doing that. And yet you're still a bit too strong for my tastes. I wonder, how did that happen?"

"If you want to ask, Lady Gabriel vaporized James over there, and well, I begged for his life. You see, my boyfriend couldn't really live without his best friend, so what was I supposed to do? I begged for his goddamn life, and then Michael goes and vaporizes me, too. The only difference is that I get to come to, and when I do come to I come out stronger, faster, better. It's like that Kelly Clarkson song, 'Stronger...'"

And then she began to sing. Now, the interesting thing was that angels from Mirror's universe could, among other things, practice voice mimicry. But Angel!Raynare didn't mimick Kelly Clarkson. She sang in her own voice, and that conveyed its own boldness, and confidence, as well. It was clear and high, and though Raynare was no singer, it still managed to be beautiful.

<p style="text-align: center;">What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, 

<p style="text-align: center;">Just me, myself, and I. 

<p style="text-align: center;">What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, 

<p style="text-align: center;">Stand a little taller, 

<p style="text-align: center;">''Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone. ''

"I don't sing that much," Angel!Raynare said, smiling sheepishly.

"Not bad," Cohen admitted. "Needs some touch-up, though, and additional sound, too. But good."

"Now," said the devil lord, turning to the the Devil circle, the creator of that Harry Potter mother-f, as well as the Godzilla kid, and the goddess/something/alien gaggle-f. His eyes passed over the alien prophet, too, and in the arrogance that was Cohen Lucifer, there was a flicker of respect. Just a mere flicker of respect. Then he turned back to the Devil circle, and disgust and revulsion was on him again. Despite the fact that the Devil Circle could indeed kill him, undo him, or do whatever it wanted, he felt no fear. Just disgust and revulsion, disgust at the fact that all its creations were overpowered "as fuck", as the angel had put it. And revulsion at the fact that they had been blatantly pushed into DxD.

But there was really nothing to say.

"Power isn't everything, ringboy," Cohen Lucifer teased, holding up a glass of bourbon.

"I beg to disagree, Lord Cohen." Tiberius who was unconcious moments ago was now wide awake. His wounds have been healed by Hadrian Legion. "In our world power is everything. What you are saying is only applicable to the Humans? However we as supernatural beings are not. We are not equally powerful some of us are weaker and stronger, I don't mean that we should hoard and dominate power but instead we should harmess it to the fullest"

"Ah, you're right. As supernatural creatures, our power defines who we are to a certain dangerous close degree, Lord... Kaiser Tiberius." Cohen said, taking a quick sip at his small glass of whiskey and turning his gaze between the duo of Raynare's, James and finally Tiberius himself. "However, power without reason or aim is a waste. Power alone is insignificant compared to the will to become stronger and the objectives and privilegies in order to obtain it. To know what to do with power... it's stronger than the power itself." And then, he sipped another quick of whiskey, sticking his tongue out and blowing a cloud of hot air.

"You got that right, devil lord," Angel!Raynare said, sparing one last hateful look at her demonic counterpart before returning to sit at the table.

The Prophet of Mercy sighed, adding his voice to the fray. '''CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. HOW TIRESOME. '''

Leave the characters alone...And don't shout, you idiotic Prophet. Vermillon said with a sigh as his voice echoed throughout the place but, in a much calmer tone than the former.

'''I DON'T SHOUT, LOL. IT'S JUST THAT MY VOICE HAPPENS TO BE LOUDER THAN EVERYONE ELSE'S... okay fine, I'll stop, '''muttered the Prophet, crossing his hands together for the thousandth time today, and staring at his fellow God, who took the form of a blonde, red-haired boy.

'There, better? 'the Prophet of Mercy inquired sarcastically. 'Bold and italicized, because I like to be unique. '

"Sure, so what is going on?" Vermillion asked in slightly bored tone as he poked Angel!Raynare in the stomach.

'So, uh, these characters are having a conference discussing the fact that they're characters. And so I decided to deal with the problem myself, and then Gojira and Wakaruzei appeared and started screwing around with things. '

"Hey, guys?" A familiar voice asked, with the inhabitants of the room setting their attention on a weary Solar God!Issei, "I really hate to interrupt, but..."

It had taken them a while, but he and Ophis had managed to put the six young girls to sleep. The couple had watched the events that had gone on for a while, with Solar Issei constantly debating with himself on whether to speak up or not. Now that things were relatively calm again, he felt that he could talk now.

"I know I've already asked this already," He began, "but seriously, how long are Ophis and I supposed to be here? I promised Suu I'd visit her, and she's been trying to reach me through telepathy. For a while."

"Oh," James groaned, as the restaurant began to fill with light, "Bring her here. This conference is important enough to include everyone in the entire DxD Multiverse."

But it was not the Supernatural World that manifested inside the restaurant. Nay, it was the Archangel Gabriel, and the Messenger of Heaven was positively pissed as she looked around at the inferior beings in the restaurant, as well as the strange things that claimed to be Gods.

Cohen Lucifer looked at the Archangel, and shivered in disgust. Whatever respect he had for the Prophet of Mercy was gone, because he could feel the power radiating from Gabriel. The Prophet had gone and wanked angels to the max.

Gabriel read his mind, and looked at the ugly alien thing that called itself a Prophet.

"The list of Prophets was detailed by God before His death," Gabriel said, a curt edge to her voice. "You are not one of them."

'I'm not, lol. At least, I'm not on that list. But I am a Prophet. You know who gave you those powers? God, yeah. But guess who made God, or at least, the God of your Universe? I did. I crafted God and the Darkness with nothing more than my thoughts, and a keyboard. '

"You lie," Gabriel growled, unfurling her six pairs of wings and sending waves of holy energy through the room, which was enough to send every devil to the floor, coughing for breath- even goddamned Goji Sperry. The only exception to this, was again Cohen, who was only mildly affected. It was uncomfortable, extremely so, but by no means unbearable.

Ophis, of course, was not affected, but she quickly revitalized her own Issei, who was retching on the floor.

"My Issei, I have never seen an Archangel so mighty..."

Solar Issei seethed with anger as he looked at the Archangel.

'How come her holy energy affected me? I'm not even a Devil! Tch! Maybe I should transform as well!'

"Any violence that occurs from any of you will be met with punishment." Vermillion said still in a bored tone as he drank some soda.

Gabriel looked at Vermillion with undisguised hate in her eyes, which turned pure white and began emanating blinding light.

'''Who are you to challenge an ARCHANGEL?! '''Gabriel roared, gathering her tremendously supply of power in preparation to utterly annihilate the boy who dare presumed that he could order her around...

And was negated utterly and completely by the old alien on the gravity throne.

'If I were you, Gabriel, I wouldn't do that. '

"How... how... could you do... that?!" the Archangel gasped, looking in horror at her negated powers. "Only Father could do that!!!"

'I wasn't kidding when I said I made your father. '

With a deep scowl, Issei growled as the familiar double blazing aura of blue and white scintillated around him, and expanded to the point of its form being far taller and wider than its possessor. The numerous discharges of sparks crackled around the restaurant.

Moments later, the Kusanagi sword manifested in his hand, and started to glow. The sword began to form into a Black Dragon Armor with red jewels and encased Issei within.

"I'm sorry, Not-canon Gabriel I just dislike the sight of blood, heh. Also do I have to have bold words? I like the normal print" Vermillion questioned while patting Gabriel on the back.

Gabriel attempted to lunge for Vermillion's throat, but was stopped by Mirror, who sighed.

'Sorry 'bout that. Anyway, Gabriel, could you go somewhere else? '

"Liar!" the now de-powered Gabriel screamed, even though Mirror hadn't lied about anything. "When Michael hears of this, he'll have your HEAD! All Heaven will descend on this accursed place, and tear it to pieces!"

"Oh, shut up," the Prophet of Mercy said in a completely normal voice, and with a flick of his wrist he banished Gabriel from the restaurant at the end of the universe. A moment later he snapped his fingers, granting Gabriel back all her tremendous powers- and removing her memory of learning about this Convocation in the first place.

Frowning within the armor of the Kusanagi Scale Mail, Issei set his sights over to the Prophet of Mercy, and promptly stood up from his defensive position.

{Be very cautious, partner.}

'I'm not looking to fight anyone, Ddraig.' He mentally replied to the Welsh Dragon, 'I just had to regain some of my energy from the other Gabriel's attack. I still don't know why it affected me. I don't have any of the weaknesses of a Devil.'

{Perhaps in this restaurant, logic doesn't exist.}

It was Gojira that answered the dragon "Its because the rules of DxD are trying to gain a hold of everyone here and if let me...'

In an instant, the being called Suu, also known as the Supernatural World, appeared right in front of Solar!Issei, confused.

James Bradley sighed. "Logic doesn't apply in this restaurant, because it technically works how I want it. After all, Claire and I did build this little museum to our marriage, and while we're in it, we can technically do anything and everything we want. But it doesn't work on these Gods, because hell, they made me!"

Gojira was not happy and snapped  "The logic of opposing energy's, you incompetent baboon'

"Girls," Claire called out to the kitchen, "would you mind getting all our guests some new refreshments? Please?"

Said "girls" began filing out of the restaurant's back, and their appearance came as shock to practically everyone not from Mirror's universe who had fought Diodora Astaroth.

Because these girls were Diodora Astaroth's peerage, and they were carrying a lot of food on their plates.

Goji was quick to help one of the girls as her tray nearly fell over onto the floor.

Claire sprang to her servants' aid, only stopping when Goji caught the plate for her.

"Ever the gentleman," Claire commented sharply. "Anyway, James, would you mind helping the girls?!"

James groaned in disgust. "We talked about this! Astaroth's peerage is strictly your business!"

"Well, I treat them as my children, too! Just because they act like my peerage doesn't mean they're our children, too!"

"Claire, let me ask you something. Did you give birth to them?"

"Well, no."

"And guess what? Those girls are children of their parents! What you should be doing is sending them back to their parents!"

"Oh man up and help," Goji snapped, taking the tray and placing it with the others. "Your not overworked and Claire is helping them from what happened to them! Seriously, screw arguing and help someone that isn't yourself for once!"

"The reason why most people send their children to the Church is because either they came from an exorcist family, like Irina, or because they couldn't either afford to raise them or were orphans. The Church took them in, gave them morales, and then that monster Diodora Astaroth took them, raped them in body and soul, and corrupted them to his service! As a rape survivor myself, well... I'm just trying to make them feel loved, and myself as well."

James groaned. "Didn't know my house was suddenly a house for the abused..."

Claire slapped him again. And this time, she punched him too, for good measure.

When he realized what he had said, James Bradley felt very bad about himself.

"I didn't mean you," the lawyer said hastily, rubbing a hand against his rapidly bruising cheek. "I meant those girls. They're not you, Claire, dear. They're not Brandon or Susie either. As far as I'm concerned, they're just a bunch of freeloaders. You know, this would be great porn material... A Lawyer, An Architect, Two Babies, And a Houseful of Chicks... it would be the top-selling feature out there..."

This time Claire kicked him between the legs.

"With all due respect, Lord James, you deserved it." Cohen chuckled to the now so-called God rolling on the floor, hands on groin, weeping like a child, but not before flinching a little himself, as only men could understand the pain of such blow. He then turned to Miss Clare, and held a small magical rune on his palm. "But Lady Claire had it rough too. If you want to, I can erase your memories about the said... Unfortunate event if that's more of your liking."

"I must respectfully decline, Lord Lucifer. As perverse as it sounds, the memory of the events serve as a badge of sorts. It makes you stronger, somehow, despite making you all the weaker."

She caught Cohen's perplexed expression.

"It sounds strange, you know, but it is quite similar to James' experiences with drugs. Sometimes he wishes he had never had those experiences, but then again, it has made him stronger, because he knows what to expect. It is the same here..." James Bradley's wife finished with a somewhat depressed sigh.

Gojira nodded as he said "Something that all of my creations know all too well'. 

James grunted. "So what, you gave them all tragic backstories? Please. Claire doesn't have a tragic backstory- this whole rape thing with Claire only happened because some racist sonofoabitch popped into our house thinking he could tell me what he thought was right. Damn bastard. I showed him good, that day..."

"So, Lord Lucifer," James said, ignoring the God that loved overpowered characters and addressing the devil lord, "you have any idea when Houki Minami's going to show her face around here?"

Gojira considered burning the lawyers groin for his insult, but said "I think you and everyone else here only see me as an overpowered is best god, you'll never get it, any of you' 

The Prophet of Mercy floated over on his gravity throne. 'Well, that is the problem of having a jerkass lawyer as the main protagonist of one's fanfic... '

"Heh? She probably feels bad about attacking some of you via comment, and doesn't want to show up because of that. She can be really a capital-C coward at times, like people in the internet." Cohen stuck his tongue out in amusement, knowing that his so-called creator didn't want to face her little problems. "Thanks for asking anyway, lord James."

"Hahahah~, that's mean, Cohen-sama." Takumi laughed awkwardly. Then he turned to the myriad of beautiful ex-nuns and back to Claire, and smiled as he could. "Glad to see that someone's... Hurtful events didn't change them for the worse, like it happens so often here. You're really a good person, Lady Claire."

"Hah!" Cohen laughed.

"Thank you, Takumi-kun. God knows that I try to do my best for myself and for the girls that used to be part of that monster's peerage..." Claire muttered sheepishly, looking at her "peerage."

"In my humble opinion, Astaroth wasn't all that bad. If you looked at it from his point of view, all he wanted to do was join the Khaos Brigade and make an ex-nun of Asia. That, of course, doesn't excuse the douchebag's actions, but still..." James groaned, ever the odd man out.

"You can't spell 'devil' without 'evil', Lord James. We Devils are scum, and we're really proud of be what the Heavens seem as impure. However, don't you think for a second that dishonorable actions are acceptable even for us." Cohen smiled. "Also, with all due respect, if you want to discuss such, don't talk it with your spouse in the room. You might again have testicles for eyes next time."

"Devils are great!" Vermi proclaimed happily. "I mean the deals and stuff with the clan powers, their rich history, lands and so much more! They sound great."

"They are great," James confirmed, smiling sheepishly. "After that trial of mine, Zeoticus Gremory granted me a Barony in the Underworld, hence the reason I'm technically a lord and a devil now. But I'm not. No wings, no magical powers, but to be honest, I've never cared for that shit. The only problem is that these Astaroth girls keep hanging around the place like fruit flies..."

Claire was not amused.

"This is going to be the last time you do this," Claire said, "but for your sake, let's go over this again. They are my responsibility now. And do you know why? They will become Stray Devils if they have no master!"

James shuddered as he realized that, but was determined to press on. "Well, give 'em to some devil whelp who needs a peerage! I don't want any of this shit around the house! Remember that time when they tried to fix my Buick? They painted it green, put apple juice into the gas, detached all the brakes, unscrewed three tires, and flipped one of the seats over! They're probably the shittiest servants to ever exist; even Issei fucking Hyoudou would have made a better attempt at fixing my car!"

He noticed the stony glares of the three present versions of Issei's, and grunted what he thought to be a sufficient apology. "Sorry... the Issei in my universe is a fuckin' dumbass."

"Well," Claire retorted angrily, "do you think they know how to fix a car? I don't! Do you think I would do a better job as a mechanic, especially for that old car of yours?"

"No," James answered truthfully.

"Okay, fine. But this has got to stop. Seriously, it's driving a hole in our marriage. Even the issue of running Bradleytown wasn't that bad, once we introduced your "American-style" democracy to the Barony. But this? Everytime you see those girls, you look like you want to pop a vein. What's going on? I'm your wife, tell me!"

"Can you stop with your marital spat?" the Prophet of Mercy inquired, raising a finger. "Seriously, I never realized marriage was this annoying. Maybe I should have written you out as a dating couple..."

"NO!" Claire and James both shouted at the same time at the old alien. "I mean... no..." James said a little more quietly after that outburst.

"And besides, you may have created God and the Darkness, but that doesn't mean you can interfere with our marriage life, Mister, uh... Mercy?"

"Dating is annoying, too," James added. "Maybe you should've written us out as friends with benefits."

"JAMES!" Claire almost screamed, just a few moments of slapping her husband across the face again.

"What? I was just offering writing suggestions," the lawyer retorted.

"You are a very childish man sometimes, James, even more than Willis..." Claire said as a way of shuttong James up. "We can have the peerage conversation in private... Besides, all the guests, and the Gods, too!"

She pointed a finger at both the characters and their Creators ( with the exception of the Prophet of Mercy ), who had been staring at the married couple in disbelief for the past fifteen minutes. Not to mention the aforementioned former Astaroth peerage, who were glaring at James Bradley with hate and loathing, and at their new master/surrogate mother/friend with affection for standing up for them to her obviously confused and stupid husband, because he had obviously no idea what they had gone through. Maybe he had an idea of what had been done to his wife- that would be insanely stupid if he didn't- but he had no idea of what had been done to the girls that once formed Diodora Astaroth's peerage.

It was a very wise decision that James Bradley made when he decided to shut up and sit at his seat at the head of the long table that had been set up in the center of the restaurant at the end of the universe.

Gojira flashed once without saying anything and then everyone heard a knock at the newly repaired door, and it opened to reveal ten year old boy and 15 other people following after him. The boy had pure white hair and striking red eyes.

'Sorry we're late," He said, looking around "But you letter didn't show up until a few minutes ago..."

Everyone stared at the boy, who looked right back.

Gojira said "This is Andrew River, the only human to have a peerage without being a devil or should I say, the only human to have a Evil Piece inside of him and not be turned into a devil and has his own peerage.' 

"Well, shit fire and save matches!" James roared, looking at his wife. "Hey, Claire, you're not alone in the Multiverse! That overpowered wank-God has decided to make a kid that has a bloody motherfucking Evil Piece in him!"

Apparently James Bradley thought this was the funniest thing in the world, because the lawyer began to convulse even more with fits of hysterical laughter.

Claire, though, had to agree with her husband. With a flick of her wrist she called her "peerage" to her side and marched out to greet the new arrivals.

"How... how... did you get an Evil Piece within you?" the wife of James Bradley asked the ten-year old boy, bending down to his height.

"I dunno," came a new voice from the back of the room. "Ask his God!"

"Willis? You're here?" Claire said, all attention diverted to James' best friend.

"Yeh. And it seems like our Gods are here, too... wazzup, Hod Rumnt?"

" 'Sup, Willis," the Prophet of Mercy said, acknowledging the tax lawyer.

Willis Japhon, like James Bradley, was also long-haired, though it was tan to James' black. Like James he wore a business suit, but it was tan, too. His hazel-colored eyes flashed intelligently as he surveyed the Convocation and its attendees, before kicking up a seat next to James.

"Oh, hey, Willis," James muttered, sipping more of his favorite La Mission Haut Brion.

Over on the table, Angel!Raynare was making "fuck-me-eyes" at her boyfriend, or, as Demon!Raynare had put it, her "lover." Willis acknowledged his partner.

"Oy, what's up, Raynare?"

"Assholes everywhere," Angel!Raynare growled, looking at her demonic counterpart.

"Oh! A demon Raynare. How nice!" the tax lawyer said happily, waving at the demonic Raynare.

The Demon Raynare smiled and waved back "Names Rayna"

"Well," Andrew looked thoughtful, regained Claire's attention before he said "I wished for a peerage, and the pieces appeared right in front of me. I touched the King piece and it sank into my body, though now I have problems with mood swings because where I come from, this isn't supposed to happen."

"It isn't," Claire agreed.

"It fucking isn't," James thirded, much to Claire and Andrew's dismay.

"Are you sure you're not in the wrong fandom?" Cohen complemented.

"My aunt is Sona Sitri, who are you?" Andrew asked.

"So, Lord Willis, correct? Nice to meet you for the first time primely. You might not know me, but I'd be pleasure if ou could join us." Cohen said with a smile, signing to a chair next to himself and Takumi.

"Naw, man... James is a lord.  Claire's a lady. I'm just a typical lawyer, Lord Lucifer, but ye, I'd be happy to join this Convocation. Jeez, it's been a long time since I met someone who could break the fourth wall," Willis replied to Cohen's comment.

Gojira snorted "Willis, you weren't here when a creation of Vermi's named Freed kept breaking the fourth wall.'

"Shuush it and we might need to kill the guy Willis." Vermi said splashing water on the  ground.

At that moment, five year old Asia woke up a walked over to Goji with her teddy bear and blanket. Goji saw her and knelt next to her.

"Hey, whats up, Asia?" He asked.

The little girl said "Bad dream, really bad dream"

Goji nodded and wrapped the blanket around Asia and picked her up, making sure she had her teddy as he let the little girl fall asleep in his arms. Hel was smiling as she came up to him and gave the girl a kiss on the head.

"Alright, people," James grunted, picking up the beige files on the Gods, "can we get back on track? This was originally a meeting about what to do about the Gods... and then they popped in and then started fucking things up. As a lawyer, I like it when people fucking pay attention."

He turned to the present Gods in the room- Gojira, Wakaruzei, the Prophet of Mercy, and Vermi.

"Why the hell did you do this?"

"Create our universes or something else, James Bradley?' Gojira asked, though it was followed by a chuckle.

"Perhaps they were bored." A voice suggested, with the inhabitants turning to find the source.

It turned out to belong to the female incarnation of the Supernatural World; Suu. The embodiment, now suddenly wearing glasses, stared at James with a calculating gaze, an expression far different than her usual one whenever she was around her Visitor.

Speaking of her Visitor...

"Uhh, Suu?" Solar!Issei said hesitantly, surprised by his second home's calmness.

Just a while ago, the Supernatural World had been waiting for its Visitor to arrive to one of its realms, when all of a sudden, its consciousness had been separated from its primordial form, put in its female body, and transported to the restaurant.

Suu looked around her surroundings in curiosity and wonder. While a part of her was ecstatic to see her Visitor again, she was also confused about where she was. She only recognized a few of the dwellers of the restaurant, but all the others she could not place.

The female incarnation of the Supernatural World blinked as her eyes shifted from one side of the restaurant to the other. She silently tilted her head as she coolly set her eyes to Gojira.

"What is this place?" She asked, "And why was my Visitor asked to be here? And...why was I separated from my true form and placed here?"

Gojira answered for the Supernatural world "I brought you here and your idea is one of the many reasons that we, The 'Gods' created these universes. I created mine as a way to see how people would react if life decided to say screw you and messed with them.'

'''"why does she look so...live actiony?" Vermi questioned'''

Gojira looked at his fellow god "The Father of the Xuelan in Goji's universe looks like Arnold Schwarzenegger so don't judge her appearance.'

Suu tilted her head again, her confusion growing even more.

"What do you need my Visitor for? And how long are you going to keep him here?"

Giving Suu a look, Gojira said "If you want, you can talk to him right now as this may take a very, very, VERY long time...'

In an instant, Suu's aloof stare brightened to a wide smile as she moved to latch herself onto her Visitor, who let out a grunt of surprise as the manifested world hugged him tightly.

Solar!Issei flashed Gojira a glare full of betrayal, to which the God blissfully ignored. Releasing a defeated sigh, Solar!Issei winced as Suu gave him a kiss on the cheek, leaving behind a crimson-red mark.

Ophis, who had been watching the display, merely rolled her eyes. If it had been anyone else doing this to her mate, she would've interfered violently. But the Dimensional Gap was part of the Supernatural World, and the former was the birthplace of Ophis and the Great Red. So by employing loophole abuse, the female incarnation of the Supernatural World was free to display all of her affection for Issei without any repercussions.