Reincarnated in DXD(rewrite)

A few days later, Xenovia officially became Rias's Knight.

Meanwhile, Issei was on a mission fulfilling a request when he encountered someone unexpected—Azazel.

"Hello, my name is Azazel, the Governor-General of the Fallen Angels," he introduced himself, his tone casual yet laced with authority.

"So, it was you who sent that white dragon?" Issei asked cautiously, keeping his guard up.

"Yes, but from what I've heard, my intervention wasn't necessary," Azazel replied with a faint smirk.

Azazel shifted his attention to Issei's Sacred Gear, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "I'm quite interested in your Sacred Gear. But tell me, what's the story behind that girl who defeated Kokabiel?"

"Luna? Why do you want to know about her?" Issei asked, visibly annoyed. "Because of her, I didn't get to suck on the President's breasts!"

Azazel chuckled at Issei's frustration. "Haha, she probably did you a favor. With your abilities, you would've died no matter how hard you tried to fight Kokabiel."

"Anyway," Azazel continued, his expression turning more serious, "tell me, is she part of Rias's peerage? Where did she find someone like her?"

"Luna isn't a member of President Rias's peerage like I am," Issei clarified, crossing his arms. "She says she's just Rias's maid."

"A maid, huh? Interesting... A random maid with power comparable to an Ultimate-Class Devil. I wonder if she's connected to someone important," Azazel mused aloud, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

"Anyway, given recent events, the Three Factions have decided to hold a summit."

A few days later, Issei crossed paths with Vali on his way to school. The following day was Family Day at Kuoh Academy.

Sirzechs, Grayfia, and Rias's father, Zeoticus Gremory, attended the open house, which had a lively atmosphere as families gathered to meet the staff and see the school. Amid the excitement, Sona's sister, the ever-enthusiastic Serafall Leviathan, made her entrance in her typical flashy style, donning a magical girl outfit and drawing a lot of attention. With her over-the-top behavior, she began posing and proclaiming herself as the "Protector of Love and Justice." This spectacle proved too much for Sona, who turned red with embarrassment and quickly fled, unable to handle the scene her sister was causing. Rias couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, while Zeoticus looked on with amusement.

That night, Sirzechs met privately with Rias in his study, the warm glow of candlelight illuminating the room's ornate furnishings. With a serious expression, he informed her that it was time to unseal her Bishop, stressing the importance of integrating him into her peerage fully. He reassured her, knowing that she had concerns about Gasper's control over his Sacred Gear.

The next morning, Rias gathered her peerage to formally introduce their newest member. Standing awkwardly at the center of the group was Gasper, a shy Dhampir with an androgynous appearance, dressed in a feminine outfit. He kept his gaze low, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

"This is Gasper Vladi, my Bishop," Rias said warmly. "He's a Dhampir born with the Sacred Gear Forbidden Balor View. It grants him the ability to stop time—a power that makes him invaluable, but also dangerous if left unchecked."

Issei, perplexed by Gasper's attire, leaned toward Kiba and whispered, "Why is he dressed like that?"

Before Kiba could respond, Akeno chuckled softly, covering her mouth with her hand. "It's just how Gasper prefers to dress. Don't tease him about it."

Issei nodded hesitantly, though his confusion remained evident.

"I-I'm sorry if I cause any trouble," Gasper stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to be a burden..."

Rias approached him gently, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You're not a burden, Gasper. You're part of this peerage, and we're here to help you grow stronger."

The rest of the peerage offered encouraging smiles, and Gasper relaxed slightly, though he still appeared nervous. Issei couldn't help but feel a mix of sympathy and curiosity toward the timid boy with such an extraordinary power.

Three Days Later – The Night of the Summit

The long-anticipated summit between the Three Factions took place in an opulent grand hall, its walls lined with intricate tapestries depicting ancient battles and alliances between mythological beings. A large circular table stood at the center, polished to a gleaming finish and surrounded by high-backed chairs designed to reflect the status of their occupants. Seated around the table were the leaders of each faction, each accompanied by their escorts.

Michael, the Archangel and leader of the Angels, exuded an aura of calm and grace, with his golden wings shimmering faintly in the dim light. Irina, his escort, stood respectfully by his side, her expression a mix of nervousness and determination.

Azazel, the Governor-General of the Fallen Angels, leaned back in his chair with an air of casual confidence. His sharp gaze took in the room as if constantly calculating, while Vali, the White Dragon Emperor, stood behind him with crossed arms, his presence radiating restrained power.

Sirzechs, one of the Four Great Satans, carried himself with the quiet dignity befitting his rank. He was joined by his wife and Queen, Grayfia, who remained ever composed, her silver hair reflecting the light like a cascade of moonlight.

Serafall Leviathan, in contrast, brought a burst of vibrant energy to the somber atmosphere. Clad in her characteristic magical girl attire, she smiled brightly at everyone in the room. Her sister, Sona, looked visibly uncomfortable at Serafall's flamboyance but maintained her composure, while Tsubaki, Sona's Queen, stood elegantly at her side, observing the proceedings with a calm and analytical gaze.

The air in the hall was heavy with anticipation, as each faction understood the gravity of the summit. The chandelier above, with its countless crystals, cast a soft glow over the table, adding a sense of solemnity to the gathering. Despite the calm exterior of the leaders, a palpable tension lingered in the room, a testament to the fragile peace that hung in the balance.

The atmosphere was tense, with everyone keenly aware of the significance of the gathering. The room was illuminated by an ornate chandelier, casting a soft glow over the table. Each leader sat in dignified silence, waiting for the meeting to begin.

A knock sounded at the door.

"Come in," Sirzechs said, his voice calm yet authoritative.

Rias and her peerage entered the room in a formal manner. Despite their composed exterior, there was a palpable tension among them.

"This is my sister, Rias, and her peerage. They were the ones who fought against Kokabiel," Sirzechs introduced, gesturing toward them.

Michael smiled warmly. "That's an impressive feat. Thank you all for your efforts."

Azazel added, "I apologize on behalf of my faction. It seems one of my subordinates caused you unnecessary trouble."

With pleasantries exchanged, the meeting commenced. Both Rias and Sona gave detailed reports on the Kokabiel incident, recounting the events with precision.

"Any thoughts on the matter, Azazel?" Sirzechs inquired, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Azazel shook his head. "Nothing regarding Kokabiel. He acted without permission. However, I do have a few questions—personal ones."

"Go ahead," Sirzechs replied calmly. "I'll answer what I can."

Azazel's gaze shifted to Luna, who sat quietly with a bored expression, seemingly indifferent to the proceedings. Rias and Akeno, on the other hand, appeared visibly anxious, while Sirzechs and Grayfia maintained serious expressions.

"Who is that girl?" Azazel asked, pointing at Luna. "I can't find any information about her."

"She is a servant of the House of Gremory," Sirzechs replied firmly. "And as for why you can't find information on her—that is something I cannot explain."

Azazel's sly smile widened. "Interesting. There's something else. A mysterious island recently appeared, managed by an organization led by a red-haired woman who, much like your servant, seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Strangely, there's almost no detectable demonic energy from any of them—they could easily be mistaken for humans."

The room fell silent, except for Sirzechs, Serafall, Grayfia, and Michael, who remained composed.

"What's so special about this island?" Rias asked, unable to contain her curiosity.

Azazel's eyes gleamed. "Oh? So, you haven't heard about it from your big brother? It looks like he didn't want you to know," he said, glancing at Sirzechs, who appeared conflicted.

"The island, called Stardust Island, is an archipelago where different mythological factions openly conduct business. It's the only place in the world where such cooperation happens."

"What?!" Rias and her peerage were shocked, as were most others in the room, except for the high-level leaders.

"Yes," Azazel continued. "It's a fascinating place, with countless attractions. However, the main draw is the Grand Auction held every three years by the Phantom House—the island's largest auction house. Interestingly, the Phantom House only appears on the island during a special auction. The rest of the time, it travels across the world, hosting VIP events."

"What makes this auction so special?" Sona asked.

"They're the only sellers of a unique item known as the Lineage Fruit."

"Lineage Fruit?" Issei repeated, confused. He turned to Rias. "Do you know what that is?"

"I've never heard of it," Rias admitted.

"You're not alone, Princess of Ruin," Azazel replied, his tone shifting to one of intrigue. "These fruits didn't exist until a few years ago, and their sudden appearance has puzzled many. They are extremely rare and grant supernatural abilities to those who consume them—abilities akin to the unique powers possessed by the 72 Pillars of Devils. Each fruit contains a specific elemental or mystical property, making them highly coveted.

Each of the Three Factions has managed to acquire at least one fruit through immense effort. The Fallen Angels came into possession of the Magnetic Fruit, which grants control over magnetic forces. The Devils secured the Shadow Fruit, a rare power that allows manipulation of shadows for both offense and defense. Lastly, the Angels obtained two fruits—the Smoke Fruit, capable of creating and controlling dense, concealing smoke, and the Light Fruit, which enhances holy abilities beyond their natural limits."

Azazel leaned back slightly, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "What's more fascinating is that the origins of these fruits remain unknown. Their sudden emergence, coupled with their incredible powers, has led many to speculate that they may not be from this world.""

Sirzechs leaned forward, his expression serious. "Is that all you wanted to ask?"

Azazel chuckled, unfazed. "Relax, Sirzechs. I have one last question. Have you heard of a group called the Eight Paragons?"

"The Eight Paragons?" Michael echoed, curious.

Azazel nodded thoughtfully, as if recalling pieces of scattered information. "They aren't exactly a formal group with defined rules or hierarchy. Instead, the title of 'Paragon' is bestowed upon powerful young individuals who stand out as irregularities—those whose power and potential far exceed the norm. Each of these individuals commands a faction of loyal followers, gathered through respect, fear, or admiration.

These Eight Paragons are unique not only because of their power but also due to their origins. They come from diverse backgrounds—some from mythological bloodlines, others from rare hybrid ancestries, and even a few who appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Not many know about the Eight Paragons, and even those who do have only vague information, which adds to their mystique. There are mythological factions trying to watch their movements closely, but concrete knowledge about their abilities and motivations remains scarce, making them unpredictable and potentially dangerous entities in the eyes of the major powers."

Azazel paused, his gaze sweeping across the room to gauge everyone's reaction.

"What do these Eight Paragons have to do with me?" Sirzechs asked, his tone cautious.

Azazel smiled mischievously. "Simple. Did you know that one of these Paragons leads the Nexus Corporation?"

"The Nexus Corporation?" Rias repeated, before Sirzechs could respond, her curiosity evident. She leaned forward slightly, the mention of the organization sparking hope and urgency within her. Ever since Maxius's disappearance, Rias had clung to every possible lead, and something about the mysterious Nexus Corporation felt like it could be connected to him. Sirzechs frowned deeply,

"Yes. Nexus Corporation controls Stardust Island and the Phantom Auction House. From what I've gathered, they actively seek out powerful individuals to join their ranks, offering unparalleled resources and influence. This has allowed them to form alliances with groups that were once in decline, such as the elves, who were known for their mastery of magic, and the dragonewts, a proud race with deep ties to ancient dragon bloodlines. By revitalizing these factions, Nexus Corporation is not only growing in power but also establishing itself as a major player in the mythological world. "

Sirzechs remained silent, clearly processing Everything.

"Oh, I thought you'd know more," Azazel said with a grin, leaning back in his chair.

Sirzechs shot him an irritated look, but Azazel remained unfazed.