"Alright." I announced as I stood before my full Peerage in my newly crafted magitech suit of power armor and sparked up an orange holographic spelltech armor over it, "Fire everything!"
Fifteen reincarnated devils hovering around high class power blasted me with everything they had for as long as they could without hesitation.
Maybe they saw this as their chance for revenge for the shit Mini Dio put them through, but unfortunately for them, I am Big Daddy Dio.
My purple and gold armor came through their exhaustive barrage completely unmarked. The protections on the suit were threefold, starting with an invisible adaptive absorption field that takes the piss out of incoming magic attacks and recharges my suits magic batteries, followed by my holographic spelltech armor made using one of my greatest pick ups in Fate, Flash Air.
Despite being considered a low tier trash spell by most Magus, Flash Air is - like most Fate Magic - completely overpowered when used with the right alignment, mastery, and set up. At its core, Flash Air is switching magic that degrades anything it is used on. Not particularly strong unless you have the chance to use its maximum potential in which it allows the user to switch the position of incoming attacks causing them to deflect themselves, or switch powersets with a mythical hero in the form of Class Cards to participate in a Holy Grail War sans servant, or even True Immortality by combining the pinnacle of the craft with a legendary item like Pandora's Box.
With my Attribute and Origin, I can only achieve one of these feats, and can successfully deflect attacks using their own power to a certain degree. I can't just face tank an inbound Ophis or Great Red attack, but I can greatly reduce incoming damage that breaks the threshold, and the spelltech on my armor automates this process allowing me to defend attacks I don't even see coming.
Whether or not I am tanky enough to survive what gets through those first two layers of defense comes down to my alchemically made power armor and the Reinforcement magic running through it.
The suit itself had a massively deep Jewelcraft rechargeable battery system that powered its defenses and the incredible physical and magical boosting effects.
For the first time I managed to make a power armor system capable of a tenfold increase in physical might, and that is before Reinforcement magecraft gets involved. My previous best was a sevenfold enhancement made using Halo technology and I had never seen the need to go farther than that considering my own mountain smashing physical power and other options available to my original body.
It's good to see that I still have cutting edge innovation left in the tank.
The magical boost is lesser, but also something I had never attempted before. The suit boosted any magic I cast freehand by two fold, meaning I created a better Twice Critical in my free time. The kicker was in the weapons I made synergized their own specific magic boosting effects with it. On each gauntlet I stuck a machine gun powered by more Jewelcraft that fires Gandr curses at a rate of 700 per minute. Gandr when used at the higher skill level hits like a fifty caliber machine gun and inflicts a debilitating curse on the victim. With my Devil power a casual use of the spell hits like an antitank rifle. Now double that power through my armor, and triple it from my forearm guns.
I can pack roughly 1500 shots worth of power into a single diamond, and don't let the diamond company fool you, diamonds aren't rare. They are artificially regulated to keep prices up, but when you are a literal Devil, a human megacorporation isn't going to stop you from stacking gems to the ceiling.
Not exactly Star Platinum ora ora ora, but we work with what we have and I am a genius, trillionaire, playboy, misanthrope.
If all else fails the suit is made of alchemically enhanced alloys created to compete with the most powerful materials I had ever encountered on my travels and formed in a nanolaminar set up maximizing the material properties and also insulating me completely from things like heat and electricity.
All in all this is some pretty dope protection and it looks sick as fuck since I managed to completely nail the Chaos Lord look, an absolutely baroque display of wealth, beauty, and horror.
But Dio, Issei has an attack that bypasses all defenses making all of this completely pointless!
Yeah, but Issei is just one dude and despite his protagonist's powers delivering him from any sure defeat and screaming powering him up, you can ask Anakin Skywalker how being the protagonist of a verse I inhabit works out.
Spoiler alert, I turned his mom into my live in bang maid, turned his wife into a splatter on her floaty Senate pod, turned his apprentice to ash with Order 66, and turned his head into paste between my hands.
That is how I do when a protagonist is a real threat.
I cut through Destiny and Fate like Jack the Ripper cuts through cheap whores.
Now what abomination before the eyes of God and man should I make next?
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"Seeky-Bear!" I shouted with open arms at the girl who appeared on my porch with her butler dragon Queen, "I knew that lust would bring us together! The chemistry was just too great to ignore!"
"Stop right there, Astaroth!" Seekvaira commanded with that sexy no nonsense intensity she conducts herself with when not discussing mecha, "That is not why we are here."
"There is no need to be coy." I told her with a closed eyed smirk, "You find me irresistible and have come to have the heat in your loins tamed before the even greater flame of our joined passion. Who can blame you for this? I certainly can't."
"Mecha, you fool!" She barked her denial, "I came here because you claimed to have traveled far down the path of mecha. Now show me, or send me away, but do not waste further time with this licentious drivel."
Gorgeous, knows what she wants, capable of pulling out the big words. She had my interest, and now she has my erection. I thank God daily for delivering me to this world where I can partake in elegant women with sinful figures like her. I could be in 40K trying to keep my asscheeks away from demon dick girls.
I looked into Seekvaira's pink eyes and grinned as I offered her my hand and opened the door to my home, using Flash Air to make it open to my workshop.
"Watch your step." I smiled as her eyes widened in shock at the temple of mecha I had been working in.
They say that if you take technology to a certain level it is indistinguishable from magic, but I am not one for balance at all, so I took that technology and made it actually magical, you know, like Doctor Doom as opposed to Tony Stark.
Doom would be a sick guy to bro down with. I think he might be my spirit beast.
Dio demands it!
Could work as a catchphrase.
In the center of my workshop rested the forms of the various Gunmen I'd been working on. I wasn't anywhere close to figuring out how to fuse them, but they all had no problem running on devil energy. I think the power of imagination is a fine substitute for the power of evolution.
I'd chosen the Gunmen rather than the more traditional form of mecha like Gundams because I like their faces. Expressiveness is the ultimate power of anime, and that makes the Gunman the ultimate form of anime mecha as they combine badass machines with emotive faces, making all the fighting carry more feeling.
Seekvaira moved through the workshop like a mass of bees in a spring field of flowers. Keeping up with her excited jabbering took my full focus and eventually I grabbed her shoulders and looked her in the eyes.
"Do you want to battle giant robots?" I asked while maintaining an visibly uncomfortable amount of eye contact.
"What?" She seemed shocked, "Battle giant robots? But I don't know how to pilot them."
"Don't think about it, just believe!" I shouted startling her even more, "It doesn't matter what you don't know, only that you believe! Believe in the you that lusts for me!"
"I don't think that last part makes any sense," she exclaimed, "but let's do this!"
"That's right! Logic has no place here. Let's go!" I shouted as I climbed up into my chosen Gunman, basically an Oni's head with arms and legs.
I slid open the hanger doors and used Flash Air to switch the destination to my testing ground, a magically and alchemically enhanced closed off cavern deep underground.
Magical lights floated, enabling us to see the complex stone terrain, and Seekvaira stumbled out after me in a Gunman shape like a Samurai helmet, complete with a thick mustache that I believe gave it extra power and durability as well as amped its charisma through the roof.
Girl has good taste.
"Alright! Here I come!" I yelled and the message carried through the Gunman's sound system.
I hadn't actually piloted any of my Gunmen yet, so we were technically on even footing with experience, but I had an advantage in the fact that I don't have any doubts or inhibitions. I'm not afraid of anything, not even piloting an enormous prototype machine I built instead of taking a lunch break yesterday.
Despite the simple controls, the Gunman moved with a fluidity and explosive power few mecha can match, especially in just a baseline early prototype. This wasn't even close to an elite single unit model, let alone a fused type.
Seeing me pouncing on her causes Seekvaira to panic, and I saw the erratic motions carried out by her unit before she got her shit together and grabbed the crescent ornament on her unit's forehead and tore it off to use as a blunt sword, sending me flying back from her 'draw' slash.
"I-I did it!" She shrieked in joy.
"Here comes round two!" I shouted as I blitzed low along the cave floor and when she went for another slash, caught the blade between my unit's hands.
"On no." Seekvaira gasped.
"Oh yes!" I roared as my unit executed a drop kick that sent her flying back.
A few minutes later and I was cutting the pair of us out of our busted mechs. The enhanced cavern had held up beautifully in the clash and I was excited to start producing and testing more powerful models.
When I reached down to pull Seekvaira out of her unit I could feel her lust like a bolt of lightning traveling through our hands and wasted no time pulling her to my chest where we began a tonsil hockey match that only separated when she pulled back to shimmy my mechanic's jumpsuit off my upper body.
After tossing aside her glasses she began working her lips and tongue over my bulging pecs and abs, and I thought she was going to work them on a much more sensitive bulge when she pushed my jumpsuit down to my knees, but instead she slip her panties to the side under her miniskirt and started working it with her hips and kegels. Holy fuck she was hot and tight.
As she frantically bucked on top of me, even if it wasn't the motions of a bedroom dynamo, I couldn't help but rejoice to be with a partner that wasn't some mentally abused servant. It was less mechanical and I didn't feel the need to sexually wreck her to get my jollies and instead let her steal the nut when she began violently clamping down on me at the start of her squirting orgasm.
I held her there seated on top of me for a few moments before we began kissing again and then settled into a comfortable position to cuddle on top of the destroyed Samurai Gunman.
"That was better than I ever imagined it would be." she moaned in post coital bliss.
"Yeah. That giant robot fight was awesome." I teased.
"The sex, you bafoon." She slapped my chest, "I always fantasized about my first time happening on top of my destroyed machine after being defeated in a mecha duel. There was no way this wasn't happening when you brought me down here."
"I used to make fun of a guy for joking about bringing a girl back to the cave for a good time." I chuckled, "I really need to apologize to him."
"Is he the one that says, 'Wouldn't you like to knock her out and take her back to the cave?'" Seekvaira looked at me with a frown on her face.
"You know him?" I grinned knowing we weren't talking about the same person at all.
"I do. Fuck that guy. Don't apologize." She commanded.
"Damn girl." I laughed, "Are you trying to make me fall in love?"
"Is it working, Daddy?" She smiled.
"Hell yeah." I growled and pushed her on her back to go again.