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POV: Riser Phenex
Riser Phenex sat alone in his private study as dusk settled outside the tall windows. A grand piano dominated the center of the room, its polished surface catching the last light of day. His fingers moved over the keys with disquieting grace, weaving the delicate phrases of...
In canon, yeah. Cao Cao was working for Indra. And yet, he still went ahead and formed the Hero Faction, so the man was already pretty deep in the hypocrisy pool.
In this fic though, I'm taking him in a slightly different direction. He's not just some smug mastermind, he's someone burning with...
Yeah, you're absolutely right: any rational, empathetic person would've done exactly what you said: build alliances instead of making enemies out of future Satan-class monsters, all for what seems like a relatively small power boost (though I'd argue reaching Ultimate class isn't exactly pocket...
POV - Tobio Ikuse
Tobio woke up screaming.
His chest heaved. His fingers gripped the sheets. Sweat clung to his skin like ice. For a moment, he didn't remember where he was. Then the image returned: black wings, cold eyes, a presence so overwhelming it shattered everything.
"Satanael..." he...
POV: riser phenex
Convincing Tobio Ikuse hadn’t been difficult.
He was desperate, after all. His classmates were missing. His school had become a hunting ground for something he didn’t understand. All I had to do was promise that I could help him save his kidnapped classmates, and he didn’t...
POV: Le Fay Pendragon
Le Fay sat by the window seat, arms crossed, headphones tucked around her neck but not playing anything. The drone of the plane’s engine filled the silence. She glanced across the aisle at her brother Arthur, who sat relaxed but focused, listening to the man seated beside...
POV: Yubelluna
For the twentieth time that hour, Yubelluna went flying. Dirt exploded around her as she crashed into the training field, rolling once, twice, before landing flat on her back.
She groaned.
Her limbs ached. Her hair was tangled. Sweat clung to her skin in an unglamorous sheen...
It was an unusually grand feast the House of Phenex held that year to celebrate the overcoming of the tribulation. It seemed as if the whole capital had gathered. The overcoming of tribulation held deep significance for all the peoples living within the domain of House Phenex, and so the...
First of all, thank you so much for your in-depth review. Seriously. I really appreciate that you took the time to read and even more time to share your thoughts. And I'm glad my clumsy attempt at characterisation worked out somehow. Small win for chaos writing.
To address your points: yes, you...
AN: So if the beginning feels a little off, that's because I was experimenting—trying out this fancy new high fantasy prose. You know, the kind where every tree has a name, the wind sighs dramatically, and people say "verily" unironically. Basically, I was practicing my inner Tolkien. Results...
"Stop," said a voice, mellifluous yet cold, its echoes weaving through every crack in the cavern's stone ribs. It was as if the shadows themselves had spoken.
"Your wish is my command, Sire," Zarkaura murmured, bowing low. He began unfastening the battered pieces of his armor, letting iron...
Pain.
It was the first thing Riser felt. A searing, gnawing ache in every part of his body, as if even his bones protested their continued existence. A mocking voice followed.
“Good morning, princess.”
The voice was familiar. Cruel. Self-satisfied. Riser’s vision returned in swirls of red and...
You are absolutely right. The choices are basic, but hey—they're strong and reliable. Like bread. Boring, but keeps you alive.
That said, Riser is planning things, and not something concret so they are still subject to change. Leonardo and George are great suggestions though, and honestly, the...
Riser sat alone in the dim chamber, the only light coming from a single soulflame hovering above his desk.
His thoughts were not idle.
They were of power.
Not for vanity, not for prestige, though those were inevitable, but because he had to. Because in this world, power was the only...
Right? It's such a shame. High School DxD has this wild setup where literally every myth, legend, god, and grandma's haunted teapot exists, but somehow Hell ended up looking like someone's mildly spooky backyard. I get it though—the author had a very specific kind of story to tell (read: plot...
Threadmarks: Chapter 2: Blood, Fire, and the Forest That Hates
The forest whispered as they entered it, an oppressive murmur that seemed to come from every gnarled root, every warped tree, and every direction but forward.
Riser walked ahead, his crimson cloak billowing slightly despite the stagnant air. The forest was a leyline wildland, grown atop rivers...
Threadmarks: Chapter 1: Flames Beneath the Surface
Yubellana had always loved the way he played.
The first few notes rang out through the manor's music room, rippling across air perfumed with fresh lilac and firewood. She stood in the doorway, caught, no, captivated, as his fingers danced with impossible grace over the ivory keys. Franz Liszt...
POV: Riser Phenex
The days had all started blending together.
Soft wind, warm sunlight, and expensive silence filled every corner of the manor. The garden always smelled like roses. The food was always perfect. The servants never spoke unless spoken to.
It should’ve felt like paradise. But...