Advent of the God-Harem King [Highschool DxD/Exalted] (CLOSED)

[X] Accept Azazel’s offer and go to his base with Homura and the others.

You decide to accept Azazel’s offer. Thanks to the magic he taught you travel time is drastically cut down, and even if you have to leave Homura behind you still have four other experienced ninja to help.

“Alright, a small adjustment of plans.” You quickly send an affirmative reply and put away your phone. “I need you for a scouting mission to find a certain someone, but before that a quick detour to see what an acquaintance of mine want.” You look at Homura. “He is also the one who trained me, so if you are still interested...” ‘In the torture.’ You mentally add.

The busty ravenette’s eyes light up. “Sure I am!” Behind her you can see Haruka quickly writing something on a piece of paper and show it to you: [Please lend us Asia-chan’s help]. You nod, which Homura takes as an expression of approval. “You said he’s a Fallen Angel?”

“Azazel, Governor General of the Grigori: which is to say he’s the president of his entire race. One of the first Fallen Angels, meaning he was probably there to see Babel’s Tower crumble. Said to have taught men how to make weapons, and women how to make cosmetics.” You pause, letting them digest that. “He’s also a pervert of epic proportions, so if he takes too much liberties you’re authorized to cut off the offending appendage.”

“Why are all the people you know so crazy?!” Mirai asks in disbelief.

You shrug. “So it’s life.” And you believe it, even if it brings up very unfortunate implications. You kneel down and, index finger glowing with essence, start drawing a magic circle while mentally making the necessary calculations. “You’re going to experience teleportation for the first time. There have been cases of people not taking it well, so if you feel like puking kindly turn away, ‘kay?”

The umbrella-wielding shinobi grumbles but eventually nods. She and the others just watch as you complete the circle and then step inside when told so. Once everything is ready you add the final numbers to complete the spell.

And with a flash of light you and the shinobi are gone.

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You materialize outside the warehouse that hide Azazel’s facility, as the defenses put around it stop any attempt at teleportation inside its confines. Thankfully none of your passengers puke.

You raise a hand. “Wait.” Moving slowly you creep close to the entrance before tapping with your foot the ground in front of it.

Clack!

Yep, the trap-door is still there. “I’m not going to fall for it twice, old man!” You shout in triumph, sure Azazel is watching you.

The shutter rolls up. You knew it, he gave-

Click!

And then the ground behind you springs forward, making you and the shinobi fly into the door and land into an old-fashioned cart of the type you can find inside a mine. Before anyone can react harnesses unwind and wrap around the six of you, pinning you down.

Then the cart starts moving horizontally before taking an abrupt dive downward.

You have no idea how Azazel managed to fit a roller coaster down there, nor why he themed it after dinosaurs and ancient maya temples. Instead you are totally sure the cart’s speed is way above the safety measures of any country of Earth.

“HEADS WILL ROLL FOR THIS!!!!” Mirai screams, her head firmly nestled between Haruka and Yomi’s boobs.

“D-Don’t move!” You would add your opinion too, but sadly the back of your head is firmly pressed against Homura’s breasts...and even breathing is enough to incite certain reactions you know she isn’t going to just forget anytime soon. “Mmmh!”

“Something hard is poking me.” Hikage drones.

‘Please don’t say anymore!’

When the ride ends the harnesses snap open and the cart tilts 90° forward, spilling the six of you out in an undignified heap.

“Muahahahah!! And so the foolish heroes finally return!” Smoke goes off while disco-lights paint it in many colors. Behind them thunder rumbles and lightning flashes. Floating down from above, his twelve black fallen-angel wings spread out, is Azazel...wearing the costume of Gemini Saga from his time as the Pope from Saint Seiya?!

Just what is this man smoking?!?!

[The good stuff.]

Quiet you!

A grenade is shot at Azazel, but it impacts against an invisible barrier and explodes, leaving the Fallen unharmed.

“Useless! Useless! Your attacks are too weak to even reach a superior being like myself!”

Then one lightning bolt hits him dead-on, leaving his body a charred mess that promptly falls down.

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“Who exactly were you trying to impress?”

“You didn’t show up in a while, and I thought it was because you were starting to lose interest. So I decided to fix it.”

“I was just busy with other stuff! Did I come here when asked, or not?” You finish to apply the last bandage on Azazel’s face and step back, huffing. “Don’t talk like I am your only friend.”

“Ah, but sometimes I feel like you are.” The Fallen grins before putting an arm around your neck, his eyes looking at Homura and the others with a stare that undress women without making them conscious of it. “And your tastes are growing better and better! Maybe I should skip the ‘honorary’ and make you a full fledged Fallen Angel instead! Want to take my place?”

“No thanks.” You jab him in one of the worst injuries, stepping out of the neck hold while he yelps in pain. “They’re the Homura’s Crimson Squad, shinobi that accepted to work under me. Homura here-” You gesture to the ponytailed girl. “Saw how effective the training you put me under is and expressed the desire to undergo a similar one.”

“Oh?” Instantly Azazel’s pose changes from sloppy to calculative, an intrigued glint in his eyes. “Do you want to become strong girl?”

“Strong enough to not take crap from anyone!” She declares passionately. “I thought my enemies were going to be only humans, but now I need to push myself much, much higher!”

“Well said!” Azazel claps. “That strong determination is why I love humanity so much! We will discuss it later, until then please wait here. Come with me Hyodo-kun.” You follow him to another room, with a training ring in the center.

“You mentioned a...Robo-Maid?” Only now it hits you how ridiculous that sound.

“Yes! Originally I just wanted someone who would clean my study without yelling at me to toss away my porn!” He shamelessly declares. “Then I thought: ‘if I am going to build a robot, it behooves me to equip it with hidden guns, cannons, a rocket punch and a jetpack!”

“That’s not a maid! That’s a killing machine!”

“It’s both! I am a genius, why should what I build be limited by paltry things such as a lack of specialization?”

That sentence hurts you brain. Obvious to your suffering Azazel takes out a remote control and press a button. “Now come out, my beloved creation!”

A hole opens in the ring, followed by the sound of an elevator coming closer. Soon something steps into your view and Azazel’s latest creation is revealed.



Wut.

“Greetings Doctor. Do you have orders for me?” It speaks with a mechanical, feminine voice.

Seriously, wut?

“What do you think?” Azazel ask you with a shit-eating grin.

“That’s Mech-Hisui from Melty Blood!” You shout while pointing at the robot! “You damn old man! First Saint Seiya and now the Nasuverse? Stop mocking us Japanese otakus you bastaaaaaaaardddd!!”

“How is that mocking?” He protests. “I realized what for others is just a dream! Hisui, show him how your primary guns work!”

“Understood.” Her hands detach and slide sideway, revealing two shotgun barrels. “Taking aim.”

Wait, is she aiming at yo-?!”

“Fire.”

She shoots.

A cardbox situated four meters to your left is shredded.

“Making correction to aim...” Normally you would have already started running, but a strange feeling is rooting you in place. "Fire."

She shoots again.

This time a lamp falls down from the ceiling.

”..." Hisui is silent. You’re willing to bet she wants to act embarrassed, but doesn’t know how.

“How strange. There must be something wrong with her targeting system.” Mumbling to himself Azazel walks behind her and opens a panel in her back. He starts working on it and after a few minutes closes it. “Try again.”

”Understood.” She aims at you again. ”Taking aim. Fire.”

She shoots for the third time.

Azazel falls down with a gasp.

“You were behind her.” You gape at the quickly bleeding scientist. “How the fuck did you get hit?!”

“There must be...a bug...in the programming.” He wheezes out.

“You can bet there is!”

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In the end you have to beg Bright to give you some pointers in first aid, lest you had Azazel bleed to death on your feet.

After telling Homura to look after him until Asia arrive (and adding that if he gets touchy he’s obviously well enough to take a little beating) you leave with Mirai, Haruka, Hikage and Yomi while fidgeting with the strange handheld radar Azazel gave you.

“Did you know that, even if you have zero talent in magic, being born and growing up in a certain place gives you a subtle but still noticeable magical scent associated with that place? No? Well now you do. That’s how that thing works: it scans a large area and pick up the scents not native to the set area. I put Japan as the set area, so it may be a little indiscriminate...also, it is impossible to have a precise location. At the very least it can direct you to a specific district. That’s the best I have for what you need.”

You grunt. Despite the limitations it will be a great help, plus since Sona told you this foreign girl is seen at the shops and cafes of the area around Kuoh you can narrow the search even further.

It doesn’t take long for you to work out how the radar’s functions and obtains a first reading, which tell you there is a match just now in a popular shopping district near Kuoh. You tell the girls what you want them to do, divide the district into five zones, assign each one to a different person (you included) and then spit up.

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At the beginning you honestly thought this affair was going to take days.

“Boss? I have a possible target.” Hikage says over the phone.

Instead your good luck is still strong, because it takes only fifteen minutes!

“Are you sure? Describe it.”

“A Chinese chick in a red cheongsam with bells in her hair. She’s inside a cafe, beating the crap out of two guys who I think tried to flirt with her. Oh, one of them is taking out a kni-nope, just a broken arm.”

Uhm, indeed it matches with Sona’s description. But why does this girl feel familiar somehow? “Sound like her alright. I’m coming.”

Thanks to the power of roof-hopping (and the common habit to not look up unless someone is making a ruckus) you quickly reach Hikage, who is sitting on the edge of a roof. “Where she is?”

She wordlessly points below. You follow the finger’s direction and see-

Ma Renka, the daughter of Ma Kensei, calmly eating a parfait despite the two writhing bodies on her feet and the fact the other customers are giving her a wide berth.

That’s why she felt familiar!

[] Write-in.

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Again, I planned this in advance. Some may believe I just add things randomly...but believe me, it’s all connected!

In my head.