"Fight me!" Issei demanded while looking at the Lord of Heaven and activating the Boosted Gear.
"Sure thing, kid." Dio grinned and turned his head to fix his gaze upon the challenger.
Under the force of his stare, Issei's bravado floundered and the boy recoiled physically. He began to sweat profusely and clutch his chest over his heart. His face contorted in terror and he fell upon the ground. Panic overwhelmed the Red Dragon Emperor and his Sacred Gear faded away with the complete loss of his fighting spirit.
As Issei began unconsciously choking himself Dio looked away, relieving the source of existential dread from the boy.
"Oooohhh." cooed Emmy as she watched the challenger to the Throne crumble, "He a bitch, yo!"
"Language, little lady!" Illyasviel pouted while pulling on her daughter's cheeks.
"Daddy! Mommy ish bullying meh!" Emmy complained while massaging the tender sides of her face.
"That's because Mommy is a classy lady who grew up into a yummy treat." Dio laughed off his child's plea.
"That's not true!" Emmy complained, "You made Mommy grow up! She was stuck being little until you fixed her."
"That's right." Dio mused as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "And I remember that Mommy was quite mean spirited and foul mouthed, threatening to kill people and the like. Continue calling people bitches. Daddy approves."
Rias signed as her Queen attempted to coax her Pawn away from suicide. She would have cared more if she wasn't so concerned about the new mole under his right eye. Dio was quite obviously filtering a great deal of magic radiating from that mole, and the Crimson Ruin Princess was on the case.
"What is going on with that mole?" she began the first stage of what she assumed would be a deep investigation into the comings and goings of the most powerful being in the world.
"Oh this." Dio pointed at the new aspect of his countenance, "It's the manifestation of my Mystic Face. Any female that gazes upon the spot without me controlling its power will fall into a helpless romantic obsession with me. It's called the Love Spot."
So much for the mystery.
"Why do you have that?" Rias sighed in disappointment at the missed opportunity to investigate a grand conspiracy.
Dio, why must you be so honest and open with things outside of what happens in your basement?
"I ate a dude in a dream and gained his powers." Dio stated that absurdity.
"Riiiiight." Rias drawled to express her belief in that statement.
"It's always super convenient when you get to take people's powers by eating them." Dio nodded his head and looked down at Emmy who tugged on his belt.
"Can I eat people to gain their powers too?" Emmy asked with sparkling eyes.
"I don't see why not." Dio mused, "Maybe I can bring you with me the next time I dream of Fate and we can eat people together.
"You're the best, Daddy!" Emmy cried and danced around.
"I want to eat people too!" Eleazar yelled, breaking out of his funk.
"It's good to have things you want, Number 7." Dio acknowledged his son's outburst then went back to ignoring him.
"So cold." the cat man hissed while rubbing his arms,
"Anyway… This tour is now heading to the Fifth Heaven, AKA Best Heaven, AKA The Martial Holy Land, AKA WAGH Paradise, AKA some other cool shit." Dio declared as he took Emmy's hand and created an elevator to the next Heaven in front of the group.
If the First Heaven had been a shock, then the Fifth Heaven was a revelation. A world of industrial might set in a golden skybox with clouds shifting in the force of an eternal storm. Lightning came down constantly on massive spires extending into the sky above and into the deep darkness below. Above it all - peaking through the cloud coverage - floated orbital platforms.
All about them twelve winged angels went about their business: WAR. Every aspect of the planet sized Fifth Heaven had been dedicated to the profligate perfection and proliferation of violence. Each and every megastructure in sight produced materials, manpower, equipment, and vehicles of mass destruction.
Overhead, a flight of golden armored Seraphim rode winged jetbikes carrying heavy firepower and ordinance raced by, whipping up the groups hair and demonstrating precisely how fucked the rest of the world is should they pick a fight with Dio.
Every atom thrummed with power in a way that could never be found on Earth or even in the Underworld. It was as if they stood atop a convergence of all the world's ley lines, but they could step neither left nor right to get away from the heady pulse of pure divine might that the Fifth Heaven thrived on.
Dio led them into a golden tower, but the word tower fails to impart the magnitude of the structure whose base was the size of an entire city and who's top poked out above the clouds. Inside they saw thousands of Seraphim undergoing live fire combat training against every manner of beast or monster, putting on full display the impossible might of the weapons in their hands and the enduring fortitude of their armor.
Many of these exercises were led by cat people like Eleazar and Eleanora, or by purple haired men and women. Both groups; however, looked very much like the master of the Heavens.
"NO! NO! NOOOOO!" the Boosted Gear manifested and cried as they passed a floor in which a battalion of Seraphim carved apart a dozen massive red dragons.
"What's going on?" Rias stopped the tour and they all watched as the coordinated angels slaughtered the dragons.
"Those are all clones of Ddraig, the dragon that became the Boosted Gear." Dio chuckled as the dragon gauntlet wept, "You will be happy to know that on the next floor we battle clones of Albion. We also have a floor of Vritra hunts."
"You monster!" the dragon shouted.
"Pipe down, outmod." Dio smirked, "No one is impressed with you anymore."
A quartet of red artificial arms popped out of Dio's back, each producing the fullness of Ddraig's power.
"Check it out. I used a bunch of your clones to make this nifty Subspecies Sacred Gear. Each arm adds your full might to my own for a grand total of four Ddraig's in one Sacred Gear, no stupid ten second boost thing, just full power all the time." Dio mocked the sealed dragon.
In his six hands appeared six white axes with glowing blue chainsaw blades.
"I made your buddy into these axes." he grinned in satisfaction, "Damn deadly. And with a thought…"
The arms and axes took on a dark charcoal high gloss metallic look with glowing purple lights.
"They get reskinned to my preferred colors." Dio smiled and put away his toys.
The tour group remained silent, having truly seen the difference between the Heavens and the Earth until Rias regained her composure and shouted,
"You bastard! You can just make as many Sacred Gears as you want and you haven't even offered to give us any! Think of the children Dio!"