DXD: the despair Bringer

Location: Unknown

In a mysterious, silent, and dark palace illuminated only by the eerie blue

light of cages—not from flames, but from trapped souls—a haunting beauty

resided. Her gray hair flowed like silk, and her jet-black eyes gazed into the

void as she sang an otherworldly song in an unknown language. Suddenly, her

voice ceased, and she spoke with anger:

"Enlil, what are you doing here? Did I not warn you and the rest of the

gods never to set foot in my palace in Kur? Do you wish for me to fight you for

trespassing on my domain?"

The one addressed, known as Enlil, responded calmly. "I am well aware

of your warnings, Ereshkigal. But I have come here to address your violation of

the laws set by the late King of the Gods, Anu. You are interfering with the

fate of an individual and concealing them from us. Do you realize the

catastrophic consequences of such actions for the world—or perhaps..."

"Perhaps what?" Ereshkigal interrupted with a sarcastic tone.

"Perhaps it will lead to the end of the world, or we all perish? Is that

what you're implying? Have you forgotten that we already know our fate? All of

us will die twenty years from now."

"Yet altering someone's destiny remains a grave offense. Do you

understand the repercussions of your actions?" Enlil pressed sternly.

"I do not care," she replied coldly. "Even if this leads to

my death when he grows stronger. You know I should have died long ago, but

thanks to my sister's selfishness, I was left behind—a walking corpse consumed

only by vengeance. Now, I have found someone who can achieve what I could not

in this lifetime. He will avenge my sister Ishtar, slaying her murderer, the

Infinite Dragon. And in the process, he will destroy everyone—leaving none

behind.

"And since we are doomed to die at the hands of those strangers from

another world, unable to resist, I will hear no more of your protests. Now

leave, at once," she ordered with fiery resolve.

Enlil cast a lingering gaze at her before declaring, "Since you have

already broken the laws, then I, Enlil, King of the Gods, pronounce my judgment

upon you."

Ereshkigal froze, her expression unreadable.

"My judgment is this: continue with your actions. You are correct about

one thing—we will die. So, what harm is there in leaving a fire to consume

everything after we are gone?"

Before she could respond, Enlil disappeared. For a brief moment, a faint

whisper of gratitude echoed through the dark palace.

Karar's Perspective

Now, I stood in the principal's office, having cast a hypnotic spell on him

to extract every detail about the demon.

"Who is the devil you made a contract with?" I demanded.

In a monotonous voice, the principal replied, "His name is Mazen, a devil

affiliated with the Sitri family."

The Sitri family? That's serious trouble.

"What was the content of your contract?" I asked.

"The demon agreed to cure my only daughter of a mysterious

illness."

"And what price did you pay?"

"I gave him ten years of my life."

I grabbed his hand to gauge his remaining lifespan, and to my shock, he had

only five years left. He would die at sixty-five.

"Do you have a way to summon the demon again?"

"Yes. He gave me a method to call him if I wished to form another

contract."

This is getting interesting, I thought. I instructed him to prepare the

summoning ritual for midnight in the abandoned Nauman Square.

"Understood, sir," he replied obediently, leaving the office.

I grinned, my mind racing. The hypnotic spell is truly effective, though it

doesn't work on supernatural beings. Now, I had to prepare for a demon hunt

tonight before moving on to the next step.

11:30 PM

In the desolate Nauman Square, a man conducted an unusual ritual. He

appeared to be summoning a creature—perhaps a monster or a demon.

A boy watched from the shadows and quipped, "Do you really need all

this preparation?"

The man, under hypnosis, replied monotonously, "The devil instructed me

to follow these steps and tear this paper to summon him again."

"I see. But why the naked dancing and animal blood?"

"It's all part of the preparations," the man answered, still in a

daze.

"Alright, I'll be back in a few minutes," the boy said, vanishing

into the shadows.

Ten minutes later, the boy returned with a sealed bag. "Are you done

yet?"

"Yes, sir," the man replied, tearing a paper from his pocket. A

glowing blue magic circle appeared.

Mazen's Perspective

As I pondered my next move to capture the Black Death, I felt someone

attempting to summon me. Finally, a distraction, I thought.

Answering the call, I appeared to find the same man I had made a contract

with days earlier—naked and shivering. Disgusted, I was about to leave when I

noticed he was under hypnotic control. Using my magic, I awakened him.

The man trembled, disoriented. "Where am I? Oh, great devil did you bring me here?"

Before I could reply, something struck me. A bag landed near me, spilling

its contents—a severed head. It was his daughter's.

The man collapsed, clutching the head as he sobbed uncontrollably. "My

daughter! My daughter! Farah! You're too young to die. Take my life instead, oh

God!"

Before I could react, a chilling voice interrupted.

"If you want someone to take your life, I'm here."

I turned to see a boy, no older than 11, forging a holy sword in his right

hand. He moved with terrifying speed, stabbing the man in the heart.

As the man gasped his final words, he recognized the boy. "Karar...

it's you? Why? Wait, you're the infamous Black Death..."

With that, he died, clutching his daughter's head.

The boy turned to me, a wicked grin on his face. "Well, devil, it looks

like it's just the two of us now. You've been hunting me for a while, haven't

you?"

My instincts screamed danger. This boy wasn't ordinary. I quickly sent a

message to my mistress through our bond, warning her of the Black Death's true

nature, his age, and his appearance.

I would have to fight with everything I had to hold him off until she

arrived.