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Highschool DxD: The Cursed King of Kuoh Ch 12
🕑 Added 2026-01-06 13:40:01 +0000 UTCDisclaimer: Just in case nobody realized I don’t own nor do I claim ownership of Highschool DxD, all characters and worlds belong to their real world respective owners. I’m just having some fun, that's all.
Warning sexual content disclaimer: All characters and actions are above 18+
Highschool DxD: The Cursed King of Kuoh
S1 Ch 12: A Fallen’s Fury
The park no longer felt like a park. What had once been a modest stretch of green that grew vibrantly between two residential streets, now resembled a scar carved permanently into the city’s skin. The air was thick with the metallic tang of scorched earth and busted concrete.
Crushed benches were twisted like broken ribs. Trees that had once stood tall and firm were now bent or snapped into odd angles, their bark blackened and split. Moonlight spilled across the devastation unevenly as it rose over the horizon, catching on shattered glass and broken marble. The grass was trampled flat in wide arcs, some patches still burning from the Fallen’s light javelins, while others were simply torn up in their entirety by Sukuna’s slashes.
At the center of all this destruction and ruin stood two figures.
One of them, a tall crimson haired beauty who stood tall and proud despite the scene of pure chaotic destruction: Rias Gremory. She wore the standard Kuoh Academy uniform with its tight white shirt stretched taut across her generous curves, with its white collar a stark contrast to her deep crimson hair. The movement of her chest beneath the shirt was subtle, a gentle hush of cloth against skin as she breathed, the tightness emphasizing the sheer volume the shirt struggled to contain.
Opposite to her stood a young man who radiated malice and chaotic glee: Sukuna Doumon.
Unlike the devil king Sukuna wore plain slacks and a torn black V neck shirt, with a gaping hole in the right shoulder. The shadows at his feet seemed to move and stretch as if they were alive, with his expression remaining calm, eerily calm while he stared her down.
“Good evening Sukuna Doumon,” she said with a practiced smile trying to keep her tone casual. “I believe it’s time we had a talk.”
Sukuna smiled at her words, a condescending crooked smile.
“I agree, Lady Gremory,” he responded, tilting his head as he sized up the devil heiress.
Silence briefly filled the air between them, both unsure how to proceed. The tension was palpable between the odd pair, until the young devil finally spoke.
“You’re quite thorough,” She remarked, her voice smooth but alert as her eyes briefly drifted to the far end of the park where Raynare had met her end. “Most of the time me and my servants have a lot more wet messes to clean up after.”
Sukuna didn’t look in the same direction as her. His eyes remained fixed on her.
“You’re late,” he replied, keeping her on track. “Or early. Frankly it's hard to tell with you devils.”
A faint crease formed on her forehead, not one of irritation but of slight curiosity.
“Oh where are my manners,” she said as she inclined her head slightly causing a slight mesmerizing jiggle of her breasts. “I am Rias Gremory, heir to the great House of Gremory.”
The name carried weight. It always did. A declaration wrapped in legacy, responsibility, and power that had been refined over generations. At her words the young man’s face slowly smiled. It was not a kind or impressed smile, but one filled with arrogance and dismissal.
“Sukuna Doumon,” he mockingly repeated the same gesture as her. “Exiled heir of the Doumon Clan. Murderer.”
“Well aren’t you the rude one,” she responded, smiling slightly.
“I prefer you call me honest,” he shrugged nonchalantly. “I don’t know you or your house, so why should I waste my time pretending like I do?”
At his words he shifted his footing ever so slightly, both his hands loose at his side. It was meant to seem casual, but Rias could feel he was prepared to flee or fight at a moment's notice. Not wishing to burn a bridge she hadn’t even built yet, Rias raised her hands in the universal sign of surrender.
“Why don’t we talk somewhere more private?” She asked, gesturing to the path leading out of the park.
“No.”
The refusal was immediate and left no room for argument.
“If you want to talk,” Sukuna continued, tone flat, “then talk.”
Rias exhaled slowly through her nose, the faintest trace of amusement flickered across her face.
“I’m not here to harm you,” she said. “My role in this town is to maintain order. Fallen Angels moving through my territory are my responsibility to deal with.”
Sukuna tilted his head slightly.
“Liar,” he responded.
The word was soft, with a bored tone. While Rias stiffened.
“You were waiting,” he went on, eyes narrowing. “Not for their date to finish. Not for the Fallen to try to recruit him. You were waiting for her to finish the job.”
Her lips parted prepared to deny his allegations, but he continued.
“You wanted the pervert dead,” Sukuna continued, nodding faintly toward the path Issei had fled down. “You wanted her to kill him so you could scoop him up, reincarnate him, and then pretend like you were his savior.”
Silence fell like a dropped plate. Rias could feel heat rise to her cheeks. Not because of his words, but because she couldn’t refute them.
“...That’s not entirely fair,” she said carefully. “I didn’t know they were planning on killing him.”
“But you knew it was a possibility," he countered. “That’s why you had that familiar give him a flyer isn’t it?”
“Yes,” she responded, her shoulders tense, the admission tasting bitter in her mouth. To her credit she did seem somewhat ashamed, but she quickly regained her composure, straightening her back, pride reasserting itself, the movement causing her chest to settle with a heavy bounce. “Regardless, you saved him, and for that you have my thanks.”
Immediately Sukuna’s expression twisted no longer one of arrogance but profound revulsion.
“Don’t,” he said.
“Don’t…what?” Rias blinked.
“Don’t thank me for that,” he replied, a faint curl of disgust touching his lips. “I didn’t do it for him.”
The confusion was immediate and genuine.
“Then why?” She asked not bothering to hide her bewilderment.
“Let’s just say I have some unreasonable landlords,” he replied, the shadows rippling faintly at his feet as his body shifted.
She couldn’t understand what he was talking about, and that bothered her more than she cared to admit. Sukuna took a step back, the air around him growing heavier, the night beginning to press inward.
“Well now I’m bored,” he said, stretching his arms over his head. “This conversation is over.”
He then turned to leave when Rias called out to him.
“Sukuna wait!” Her voice came out more frantic than she intended.
He paused, just long enough to look over his shoulder.
“Meet me tomorrow,” Rias said quickly. “At the Occult Research Club building. Just to talk, no contracts, no tricks.”
“I’m not interested.”
“Sona will be there as well,” she added. “The two of us will answer any questions you might have.”
Her words made him pause considering the idea. Seeing an opening she pressed on.
“You’re not dumb. You already know more than you should about the 3 Factions. This is your opportunity to learn everything else.”
The night air breeze stirred, carrying the scent of copper and burning grass.
“...Fine,” he finally said at last. “One meeting.”
Relief flickered across her face before she could stop it.
“And,” he added, his eyes narrowing a knowing glint filling them. “Feel free to let the 3 shy mice come as well.”
Rias froze as did her 3 peerage members hiding in the treeline as Sukuna signature arrogant grin returned.
“You knew the whole time?” She nearly whispered.
“They’re very loud,” he shrugged. “Tell them goodbye for me.”
He winked as he stepped backward into the shadow of a broken tree.
“See you tomorrow tomato head.”
The shadow then bent, swallowing his body whole. No chant, no sigil, no magic circle. He was simply gone. Rias stood alone in the ruined park, the night suddenly colder than before. The park suddenly felt lighter once Sukuna vanished. The oppressive dark air vanished along with him.
She let out a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding, her chest rising and falling slowly as she turned in place, surveying the destruction with a far more critical eye than she allowed while Sukuna was still present. It was bad. In fact it was a lot worse than she initially thought.
The earth was torn in several places, gouged deep enough that the darker soil beneath had been dragged to the surface. Cracks radiated outward from the center of the park in branching lines, spiderweb-like cracks that spread through walkways and into the foundations of nearby structures. One of the trees-an old one, thick-trunked and sturdy-had been snapped in half where the fallen had crashed though it.
Rias closed her eyes. This wasn’t just a fight. This was the aftermath of what happened when two beings who never learned the necessity of restraint collided in a public residential area. She could only be thankful that no innocent bystanders were harmed.
The Fallen’s body was gone, what Sukuna had done with it she hadn’t seen, but she did distinctively see his four crimson red eyes and strange markings which pretty much confirmed her suspicions of him being a Youkai/Human hybrid. Through which type of Youkai remained a mystery.
Finding one of the blade shaped scorch marks in the grass, Rias kneeled down and pressed her hand against the still warm soil.
“This wasn’t magic,” she thought as she could feel the foul aura leaking off the earth. “This was something else.”
“Sukuna, what exactly are you?” She asked aloud though mostly to herself.
The serene night didn’t answer her, as the cool night breeze continued to ruffle the leaves of the surrounding trees. At her words her three peerage members made their way out from the treeline, no longer needing to hide. Slowly they gathered around Rias without a word, and for a brief moment none of them spoke.
“...He…He knew we were there the whole time.” Kiba finally said his voice quite, almost a whisper.
“Yes,” Rias nodded. “He did.”
Koneko on the other hand crouched down, touching the ground like Rias had moments earlier. Her fingers dug into the dirt as her eyes narrowed.
“This power,” she said in her usual monotone voice. “It’s ugly.”
Akeno tilted her head slightly confused, her dark raven black hair swinging, making her breasts jiggle as it shifted.
“Ugly?” She asked, hoping Koneko would clarify.
Koneko nodded as if confirming her words.
“Not corrupted like a Stray’s, Not holy like the Fallen, not even demonic. It’s just…violent. Like it doesn’t care what it breaks or hurts as long as it gets to break something.”
Akeno’s smile widened at the Rook’s words, though it didn’t reach her eyes.
“Ara Ara, that sounds dangerous.”
“It is,” Rias replied. “Which is why we can’t ignore him.”
Rias straightened her back, easily slipping back into her role as the Peerage’s leader and king.
“Kiba,” she said. “Look for any potential witnesses to the fight and make sure their memories are adjusted accordingly.”
“Yes, Buchou.”
He bowed his head and used his knight piece speed to search the area.
“Koneko and Akeno, start repairs. Prioritize concealment that includes structural damage first-paths, benches, trees. Anything that can’t be restored is to be removed, is that understood?”
“Yes, Buchou.” they both responded simultaneously.
“Good, I need to contact Sona and let her know what’s happened and about tomorrow's meeting.”
As she opened her devil phone and wrote a message to her fellow Kuoh devil king, she watched her servants work. Kiba had found only one couple that had wandered onto the supernatural battlefield unknowingly. They hadn’t seen any fighting but had witnessed the vast destruction left in the pair’s wake. Kiba simply adjusted their memories, making them think they had just witnessed a large renovation project for the park, something tedious and boring, making them unlikely to bring it up in the future.
Koneko kept approaching the broken and damaged trees. She’d place her balms against their trunks, and the ground would tremble. Not violently, but with a controlled nurturing force. The broken wood groaned as bark crawled back into place as if time itself had begun to retract. The trees straightened one after the other, leaves rustling softly before going still.
Akeno moved less subtly. Magic danced in her palms as she flew overhead. Burn marks vanished beneath bursts of controlled magic, scorched grass regrew unnaturally fast as her demonic magic forced life back into place. She paused near a bisected bench, crouching to inspect the sliced metal.
“This wasn’t smashed,” she said as she traced the bench with her finger as Rias made her way over after sending Sona a text. “It was cut.”
Koneko and Kiba soon finished up their duties and joined the pair.
“President,” Kiba said slowly, unsure how to frame his concern. “If he does join us…Are you sure you’ll be able to convince him to obey you?”
The knight’s question was not a question of his king’s authority, but a genuine concern for his fellow peerage member’s safety. Rias slowly looked at her knight, considering his question carefully. After a moment she finally spoke.
“I don’t know,” she admitted.
Kiba exhaled slowly. “Then how do we fight alongside him?”
And for once their leader didn’t have an answer. Koneko then decided to voice her own concerns.
“He’s dangerous,” she said bluntly. “He isn’t like the pervert, at least the pervert could be controlled or managed with the right motivations.”
“Ara Ara,” she said lightly, a low sultry hum in her throat. “A man who kills Fallen without blinking and can vanish without magic. How interesting.”
“Akeno?” Rias said, raising a brow.
“I think you three are worrying about nothing,” she continued, waving off the others' concerns dismissively. “He’s powerful, yes, but all teenage boys have one weakness in common.”
She then moved her body in a way that made her watermelon sized breasts to bounce and jiggle enticingly. Rias, understanding her meaning, began to regain some confidence in controlling the chaotic young man. After all her mother had taught her the easiest way to control a man was through his cock, and she had no problem with feeding his vices if it meant his obedience.
Besides, it wasn't like she had a lot of options at the moment. Her parents were pushing up the engagement that she had been promised wouldn’t come about until after she finished college, and was now supposedly at the end of the school year, but Rias doubted the lustful scumbag Riser would be willing to wait even that long. Unconsciously she clenched her fists.
“I won’t accept it!” she thought viciously.
The idea of her sharing a bed with Riser Phoenix of all people was unbearable to her. She hadn’t survived the underworld’s politics, hadn’t built her peerage piece by piece, just to be handed off like some cheap common whore. Her eyes drifted back to the tree where Sukuna had vanished.
“You’re dangerous,” she thought to herself. “Arrogant and unpredictable. But you might be just what I need.”
Once the devils work was finished in the park, the group teleported back to the ORC room. Rias began getting everything prepared for their “special” guest. Whether Sukuna knew it or not the game had begun, and Rias Gremory always played to win.
o-O-o
A hundred miles from the park on the outskirts of the town, sat an old abandoned church. Its once white stone was darkened by soot, grime, and the slow erosion of neglect. The bell tower stood silent, its bell removed a long time ago, leaving only a hollow iron frame that groaned faintly whenever wind shifted in the wrong direction.
Stained glass windows still lined the walls, though many were cracked, their saints fractured into jagged colors that no longer depicted coherent stories. Boards had been nailed half haphazardly across the main entrance, in a vain attempt to keep squatters and homeless out. Inside, the air was cold and stale, carrying the smell of dust, old incense, and something metallic. Candles burned where electricity once flowed, their flames flickering unnaturally steady despite the many wind drafts.
This was no longer a holy house of worship. It was a nest.
The Fallen Angels gathered near the altar.The lower rank fallen angels lingered at the edges of the ruined nave, their black feathered wings folded tight against their backs, heads bowed or carefully averted from the figure who stood at the center where the church's pulpit once stood. The one who commanded them all: the high rank fallen angel Eisheth.
Even just standing still she dominated the space. She leaned against the cracked stone of the altar, her arms crossed, and her wings partially unfurled in a silent display of authority, Six wings-three on each side-rose behind her in layered rows of dark, iridescent feathers that caught the candlelight and reflected it like obsidian.
She was tall, taller than Raynare had been, her body fully matured and honed into something both elegant and lethal. Where Raynare had possessed an audacious and sharp beauty, Eisheth radiated something much more sinister-curves and muscle balanced in a way that spoke of centuries of battle experience rather than just a few years. Her long hair fell freely down her back, a deeper shade than her sister’s streaked with silver that caught the light as she moved. Though she wore nearly identical BDSM battle-like attire that was very revealing especially her breasts and left little to the imagination.
She tapped her fingers with annoyance on the stone railing as she awaited her baby sister’s return. She had a simple assignment to take out a boy who they knew possessed a dormant sacred gear before the local devils could recruit him. She even gave her the easiest one, a known pervert who would walk face first into a woodchipper if he thought he’d get his pole greased. As usual Eisheth thought Raynare was playing with her prey again, despite her constant lectures.
Just as she was about to order Mittlet to see what was keeping her, the church doors opened drawing Eisheth’s eyes.
It was Kalawarner, her wings folding neatly as she crossed the threshold. Her trenchcoat was coated with a fresh smear of blood. After she reached the altar she knelt down immediately, fist to chest, her eyes staring at the floor.
“It’s done,” she said. “The boy Saji has been eliminated.”
A ripple passed through the gathered Fallen. Eisheth however didn’t move or visibly react.
“Confirmation?” Eisheth asked.
Kalawarner lifted her head slightly. “His body was left in an alley. No signs of resurrection magic, though I’m sure the devil’s peerages will find him soon enough.”
An eerie silence followed as the subordinates all waited for their leader's reaction. The tension hung in the air, until finally the high ranked fallen spoke.
“Good,” was all she said.
The word was flat and unemotional. Kalawarner waited and then slowly stood back up and looked around the church.
“Raynare still isn’t back yet?” She asked with a hint of concern in her voice.
“No she hasn’t.” Replied Eisheth who was growing worried.
“How long?”
“Too long.”
Deciding she was tired of waiting Eisheth turned away from the altar and began making her way towards the door, just as she was a few feet from it the door flung open with a rogue exorcist frantically looking around.
“Lady Eisheth, I bring grave news!” He shouted as he rushed over to her and kneeled. “Your sister Raynare has been killed!”
Soon a deafening silence filled the church which was quickly replaced by outrage.
“What!” Eisheth screamed. “How?! How do you know?!”
“I did as you ordered. I trailed her while she was on her mission just in case one of those wretched devils tried to interfere. Everything was going according to plan but just as she was about to finish him somebody saved him.”
“Who?” She demanded.
“I don’t know! I’ve never seen him before, and he certainly wasn’t in any of our files.”
“And what happened?”
“I’m not sure I couldn’t hear what they were saying from my hiding spot but it seemed Raynare insulted him in some way. He then immediately attacked her without hesitation and I have to say it was almost like he was toying with her. He dodged almost all of her holy lances and used some strange kind of magic that let him cut things with invisible blades. The last thing I saw was him kicking her through a tree and walking into the brush and then the air was filled with her screams before everything went silent.”
Tension immediately began to saturate the air after the exorcist finished his report. Then Eisheth slowly spoke.
“And what did you do?” She asked coldly.
“Huh?” He asked, confused.
“I’m asking what did you do? Did you try to help her? Or did you just leave my sister to die and scurry back here like a coward?”
The grief and rage filled her voice as she spoke and slowly stepped towards the kneeling exorcist who scrambled to his feet.
“What could I have done?” He asked defensively. “Your sister was far stronger than I am, and that pink haired monster threw her around like a ragdoll. I thought it best I return here and tell you!”
“No,” she shook her head as she continued to walk towards him. “You thought it best to save your own skin as my sister was butchered. And then have the gall to frame it like it was a service to me?”
His back finally hit the wall and Eisheth stopped a few arm lengths from him. She slowly reached out cupping his chin and making him look her in the eyes.
“You just worried about saving yourself didn’t you?” She asked quietly as she looked into his eyes, her tone almost gentle.
“I’m sorry, Lady Eisheth.” He said, his body trembling slightly.
The fallen continued to look into his eyes for a moment, but then something akin to a choice flashed in her eyes. With a twitch of her wrist a purple holy lance appeared in her hand and she plunged into the young man’s chest. His eyes widened with shock as blood poured from his mouth.
“You know what,” she said, her tone still gentle. “I do not accept your apology.”
She then pulled the energy spear out his wound pouring blood like a waterfall before slumping to his knees and falling face first into the puddle of his own blood. The light slowly fading from his eyes. Eisheth then turned, walking away from the corpse and addressing a stunned exorcist who stood shocked by the scene.
“Clean that shit up,” she ordered as she walked by, her voice filled with venom, all pretense of gentleness gone.
She then made her way back to the altar where the other nervous fallen stood awaiting her orders. She made her way to one of the glass windows pressing her hand on the cold glass. Finally after a full minute to gather herself she turned and addressed the other fallen angels.
“Find him,” she ordered. “Find this pink haired piece of shit that took my sister from me. I want names. Faces. The people he loves I want all of it.”
The three fallen looked at each other nervously. Slowly Mittlet cleared her throat and stepped forward.
“Lady Eisheth if I may,” she said carefully. “The nun should be here any day now. Our original mission was to-”
Eisheth then turned her wings flared violently, power surging outward in a wave that rattled the stained glass and sent a sharp pressure crashing down on Mittelt’s body, forcing her onto her knees.
“I know our mission,” Eisheth snarled, her composure completely broken. “I know what we were sent here to do, and guess what? I don’t care. Now find me this pink-haired boy and the ones that he cares about.”
Kalawarner then attempted to speak up on Mittlet's behalf.
“Yes but Eisheth-”
“FIND THEM!” she shouted again.
The scream echoed throughout the church, reverberating off stone and glass. The three Fallen flinched, but then bowed deeply.
“As you command!” They all said as one before scurrying out of the church along with any remaining exorcist who were afraid to be the next fish on the chopping block.
Now alone the church fell silent as Eisheth stood alone at the altar, wings lowly folding back against her body as the surge of power ended. The candles all steadied and the pressure lifted. Her gaze then drifted back to the stained glass window she’d been staring at earlier. She approached it slowly, the window depicted an angel offering comfort to a kneeling child.
She raised her hand and pressed her palm against the cool glass. The surface was uneven beneath her touch, cracked lines pushing gentle into her skin. Memories resurfaced deep in her heart. Memories of her sister laughing after she stole a fruit from the heaven’s orchard. Of her sulking when she was reprimanded by one of the seraphs. Of clinging to her when they both fell from heaven’s grace.
“You were always reckless,” Eisheth whispered to herself. A single tear slipped free, trailing down her cheek before falling away. Her jaw immediately tightened. “I’ll kill them,” she said softly. “I’ll kill all of them.”
The vow was sealed from a grieving sister to her slain sibling. Though no one could predict the chaos that such a vow would wrought. For everyone.
Comments
Ekko
Tftc The consequences of Sukuna's actions rear their ugly head. Also, a new OC enters the field! I wonder how this whole plot is gonna unfold. And the whole Issei situation is also getting slowly out of hand.
