DxD: The Heir of Asura

{Evening, Carmilla Estate Grand Training Hall}

"So, how are you holding up?"

It was a simple question, so the answer was simple too.

"Pretty well," I said. "The first battle went relatively well. There were a few deaths, but nothing major. I still have my eight legions."

With the casualties on my side, the devils who weren't enough to form a whole legion took the places of the dead. Basically, my eighth legion was back on its feet and more than ready for the next battle.

"Oh?" Serafall sounded a little surprised. "I don't want to sound pessimistic, but I expected quite a few losses for you."

She wasn't wrong. "None of the Tepes royal family or the Old Satan Faction showed up in the first battle. And while they sent almost half their forces, they didn't bother leading them."

The Tepes faction was prideful enough to think they could weaken the Carmilla faction without setting foot on the battlefield themselves.

But with Rizevim, I wasn't sure. He was definitely scheming something, and I already didn't like the sound of it.

Serafall went quiet for a while, and I wondered if my intercom was malfunctioning. It wasn't easy focusing on a call while maneuvering through the air.

"Be careful," she finally said. "We've heard something… something that makes things complicated, and a lot more dangerous for you."

This can't be anything good.

"But why are you huffing so much?" she asked, her voice confused, as I leapt forward a few feet.

"Working out a little," I said, dodging a vortex of fire that shot my way. "What's worrying you?"

While talking to her, I noticed Ingvild and Bova had come to the bright conclusion of attacking me at the same time. The worst part was that they were on opposite sides, both charging up water and fire attacks.

No way in hell was I dodging something that big in such a limited space.

"We heard that someone… someone not even the combined strength of the Carmilla faction could handle… might join hands with Rizevim."

If the incoming attack wasn't bad enough, this piece of news definitely was.

"It's a certain evil dragon."

My stomach churned. On the left came a massive water wave, on the right a blazing firestorm. I had no choice but to use the Bracelet of Imagination.

This was something new I'd been testing. Since the bracelet had evolved, the area limitation stretched wide enough for me to create a sphere that could shield me from both attacks.

But damn, did it burn.

The spherical shell held off the direct fire and water, but not the combination of the two. As the water smashed against it from one side and the fire from the other, steam filled the sphere. If not for my advanced healing, I would've been cooked alive.

Basically, the 35% resistance was not enough to protect me from the steam.

"Who is it?" I asked, groaning as I felt my flesh melting.

Note to self: never use a sphere as protection against heat. It hurts.

With the Body of Asura, my healing kicked in fast, flesh stitching itself back together at a rapid pace.

At least their attacks had one upside for me. Wide-scale, high-energy moves like those drained them hard, and both of them had to stop for a second to catch their breath before trying again.

And that was enough for me to cover my fist with the bracelet's metal, shaping it into a spiked gauntlet, before blinking straight toward Bova.

The dragon's eyes widened as he realized my plan, and he instantly coated himself in scales.

Unfortunately for him, dragon scales meant nothing to me.

<Dragon Flames>

Igniting the gauntlet with dragon fire —yes, even dragons can burn— I slammed my fist into his chest.

<Penetrate>

His scales cracked like eggshells. My fist broke through the defense and pressed against his flesh, burning it immediately.

Bova groaned in pain and was launched several feet away. I didn't even need to check—he had already fainted.

Right after that, I blinked toward Ingvild. But since I'd taken my sweet time with Bova, she had enough time to summon a water serpent to counter me.

But well, you see…

<Bind>

She froze on the spot, and I decided to test something new.

I had tried it before, but never against Ingvild—or anyone of Ultimate Class.

<Sever>

Here's the thing: Sever only works when I have physical contact with someone. With Bind, I can establish that contact without touching them directly. A few days ago, I wondered if Sever would work on things like Ingvild's water serpents—since they were sustained entirely by her demonic power, they could be considered extensions of her body.

Turns out, I was right. And this worked as an alternative to Disperse.

The water serpent split into more than ten pieces and collapsed into a puddle, leaving Ingvild's face just an inch from my fist.

"Ekk!" she gasped. I stopped just short of hitting her.

"My win?" I asked.

She nodded in a hurry.

The truth is, I believe in gender equality—but there's no way in hell I'm hurting my queen, especially the one responsible for my daily meals.

I'd seen her angry once, and my stomach still remembers it… literally.

"You done?" Serafall finally asked, breaking her silence.

"Yeah, pretty much."

I went through my usual ritual, turning the bracelet into a goblet and filling it with a bit of my blood.

Ingvild took the goblet, sipped lightly, then walked over to Bova with the rest. The dragon needed it more than any of us.

"You weren't just working out, were you?" Serafall asked through the intercom. I nodded like an idiot, forgetting she couldn't see me.

"Ah, yes," I said quickly, realizing how stupid that was.

"I figured," she replied. "And I didn't say anything because I want you to be ready for this name."

Just great. What kind of monster had joined Rizevim this time?

I dusted off my coat and waited for her to say it. Honestly, it would've been better if I never heard that name.

"The report we received says there's a high chance that the next battle—or the one after—will involve this individual." Her voice lowered. "The evil dragon I'm talking about is the Crescent Circle Dragon, Crom Cruach… a dragon we suspect is at the pinnacle of Satan Class. Or worse… beyond it."

I really, really could've lived the rest of my life without hearing that name.

Because fuck!

That monster is on par with the Heavenly Dragons, Albion and Ddraig.

There's no way in hell I'm surviving against him.

"But if he does involve himself in this battle, we might finally have a reason to step into this war," Serafall said, offering the first piece of good news so far. "Since the treaty with dragons works separately, and there's been tension with the evil dragons for ages… it might just be enough justification if the strongest and most brutal evil dragon sides with Rizevim."

With the Satans involved, the odds would definitely improve.

But the issue was—

"So… make sure you don't engage him if he shows up. Keep yourself safe, and if he does join, we'll move as well."

Easy for her to say. I couldn't just stand by and watch my legions get slaughtered by an evil dragon. I couldn't just run because I felt like it.

"Don't…" Her voice had lost its usual bubbly edge, and for a damn good reason. "Don't die."

"Yeah," I said, though my voice shook. "I won't."

[Quest Alert!]

[Quest: Cockroach to a Dragon!

Objective: Survive against the Crescent Circle Dragon, Crom Cruach!]

[Rewards: ???]

The question marks told me everything I needed to know about the difficulty.

There was a very high chance I was going to die, wasn't there?

"Are you alright?" Ingvild asked.

I gave her a nod, but we both knew the truth.

I'm fucked, aren't I?

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{Same Day, Sacred Fear Research Facility}

—Valerie Tepes—

Nothing—absolutely nothing—could have prepared Valerie for the horror in front of her.

"All you have to do is use your power, sister."

Marius' request wasn't as simple as it sounded. What he was asking of her wouldn't just damage her soul—it could unleash horrors beyond anything the vampires could even comprehend.

She wanted to help the Tepes faction. She really did. But this… this was something else.

"How—" her voice cracked. "Why?" She couldn't even figure out what to ask.

She wanted to run. To bolt out of that chamber and never look back. But she couldn't. Not because of her father—but because of the man standing behind her.

"Do not worry, Lady Valerie." His voice was calm, respectful, even comforting. But she knew better. He wouldn't hesitate to slaughter every vampire in the room if he wanted to. His respect was nothing but an act. "Once you awaken them, they will submit to the Tepes line."

She doubted every word. But she had no escape.

Her father had no idea what her brother was doing—he trusted him blindly. And even if she went to him, he would side with Marius without a second thought. He would always support his favourite son.

Bitter as she was, Valerie had no choice but to obey her brother—and the devil at his side.

"I… will try."

Nervous and trembling, she stepped forward.

In front of her stood three massive glass cylinders filled with a murky liquid. Submerged within were three enormous, half-rotten creatures.

Dragons. She had never seen a dragon before. But now, staring at three beasts of the sky preserved in some vile liquid, Valerie's stomach churned.

"It will take a while," she said, pressing her hand against the glass of the first chamber.

The dragons were shades of black and brown. Not as unfathomably large as she had once imagined, but still monstrous enough to shift the tide of battle in their favor.

As she activated her Longinus, she forced herself to look closer at the dragons inside.

'Sephiroth Graal: River of the Dead.'

It took her only a moment to realize the truth. These beings had been dead for ages, and even with the power of her Sacred Gear, reviving their souls would demand enormous amounts of energy and focus.

"Don't lose focus, Valerie," her brother urged. "Once you bring them back, we can celebrate our victory together! The Tepes faction's victory."

She barely heard him. Her attention was locked on finding the souls of the dragons.

As her own soul reached for them, fragments of the dead began to invade her mind.

She found the light—a dark, sickening light—and knew the souls were close. But to reach them, she had to endure the memories the dragons left behind.

And they were horrifying.

Her stomach twisted as wave after wave of memories struck her.

Deaths. Killings done for sport. Innocents tortured. Children burned alive. Women devoured. Crimes too vile to even put into words.

Her soul trembled. Her Longinus made her live those atrocities as if she were the one committing them.

By the time she reached the dragons' souls, her mind was already breaking.

'Do I… really have to bring these monsters back?' she asked herself. 'What if they do it all over again?'

The answer was yes. Yes, she did. She had no choice. If she stopped now, her fate would be far worse than death.

So, with a heart full of dread, she pulled.

The souls clawed at her hand the moment she grasped them, dragging against her very being as she let her spirit fall back into her body. Bruises formed on her soul, pain no one else could see, and her mind turned hazy. But she refused to let go.

At last, she returned to her body—visibly unscathed, but scarred within.

"D-Did you…" Marius stammered, staring at her. "Did you succeed?"

It took Valerie a few seconds to process the words. When she finally did, she nodded—though her heart felt like lead.

She didn't need to look up to know what she had done.

"Marvelous!" the devil behind her laughed. "Marvelous, Valerie Tepes! You've done what no one else could!"

Slowly, she raised her head toward the glass capsules.

And there they were.

Three beasts. Three monsters. Three rotting abominations staring back at her with open eyes, peeling flesh, and razor teeth.

Evil Dragons.

She had revived three evil dragons—three of the most brutal ones to ever exist.

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{A/N: Got a pat reon named RedLamp01 with 30+ chapters.

Please read this: To the guys that leave reviews, at least read the story, and think about what you read before leaving reviews. See, I got this one guy leaving a 1 star review because apparently it doesn't make sense for him to receive bloodline powers from the system, and for the system to be able to give these powers when it was created by demons. Not once have I said anything about demons, or anything about demons from DxD, I haven't even explained who or what Asura is yet. His entire review revolves around the assumption that the system was created by demons and demons are weaker than devils.

I don't mind 1 star reviews for actual criticism, heck, I don't even mind the reviews with low rating that says they find the story boring. But that is perfectly fine, and is logical. A lot of people will find this story boring, and a lot will like it. But at least make sense with your reviews. How do I improve or fix an issue that doesn't even exist?

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