[You can fix his soul partner?] Ddraig asked him mentally, amazement in his voice. The soul was a delicate subject and yet Damian was dealing with it was ease. The Red Dragon expected nothing less of his strongest host.
"Mhm." Damian merely hummed in response, his eyes focused on Rias' Knight alone. His soul was damaged badly, to the point where it was a miracle he was alive even, but that was far from surprising. He had been the one to notice it originally.
He hadn't acted himself when the Holy Sword Project had been terminated, he was busy getting permission from the Vatican, but he had arrived in the latter half. He hadn't bothered to show his face but he was there.
It was there that he saw Kiba's soul. Badly damaged and weakened beyond belief yet shining radiantly the soul of King Arthur made its glory known. At the time, and even now if he could help it, Damian was acting in the shadows regarding Rias and Sona.
That's why he utilized his influence with the Shinto faction to send Enma to Rias although Enma's own interest in the topic helped greatly. Gods of Souls tended to be odd even when compared to other gods and when Enma's interest was peaked he happily agreed no matter the price he paid. His paying for his own assistance was certainly odd even for other gods.
Grasping the unconscious Kiba by the scruff of his neck like a cat would a kitten a teleportation circle appeared beneath his feet. Walking through the current home of the Gremory peerage he received a few bows from the servants working tirelessly.
Forcefully unlocking the magical lock to Kiba's room he entered, ignoring the literal forest of swords resting in the corner, and threw the Descendant of King Arthur onto his bed. The reborn king was currently experiencing the greatest pain in his life, a comfortable bed was only there to limit the aftermath.
"Your Knight is fine." Damian announced to the air as Rias shimmered in. It was rather impressive that she was able to destroy the space between her and her target destination so skillfully. It was a quicker but shorter form of teleportation built for combat.
"I didn't doubt that." Rias retorted, quickly fixing her hair and clothes. It was actually quite early in the morning, somewhere around six, and Rias was sound asleep until recently. Kiba was the earliest to awake in the morning and Rias was the last, it was a miracle she was here at all.
[You stopped the pain spreading to his kin as well? How impressive.] Ddraig praised from within Damian's soul, happily watching over the world from Damian's eyes. The Evil Pieces connected the souls of the so called peerage so what Damian had done was impressive to put it simply.
"Were you sleeping?" Damian asked abruptly, his golden eyes looking at her emptily as they always had in recent weeks. She had tried to rebuild their relationship, to fix what had nearly shattered, and it seemed it was paying off.
"Mhm. I tend to stay up late." Rias explained somewhat sheepishly. She was not a morning person, most devils weren't, and so she trained at night and slept till late in the morning. It was actually astounding that Kiba could wake himself up so early.
"I see." Damian muttered, the conversation ending as abruptly as it started. Damian was trying even if only to assuage Rias but it was difficult to let people in. However, it was equally difficult to see Rias as a business partner as he saw everyone else.
"Do you want to get lunch?" Rias asked shyly, a small blush on her cheeks.
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Kiryuu Aika was a pervert equal to the perverted trio. If she wasn't a girl herself that group would have been the perverted quartet. In a school like Kuoh Academy, it was a thing widely accepted but there were some who took it the normal way, treating her like a cheap woman for hire.
"Stupid idiots. I don't do that kind of shit." She spat out, kicking a rock like a pouting child. She could see where they were coming from but it didn't make them any less trashy. Even if they wanted to get into her pants they could at least be subtle about it, you know make a real effort?
Aika was fairly attractive but wasn't anything special. She had small breasts, a taunting smile that made some guys go wild, and a petite figure. All in all, she was middle of the lane. Just because she was open about her interests made her popular in all the wrong ways.
"Thaumiel-senpai?" She muttered, her eyes caught on the hunk that was the most handsome man in the third year. Pink hair, strikingly golden eyes lacking any life, and a figure that helped a large number of girls get off each night.
Not only his figure though but the transfer student had a well respected, well paying job. He was quite literally the most desired person in school right next to Kiba, more so even. If Kiba was a Prince then Damian was a King.
Aika had no shame in saying that she herself did it while picturing Damian before but that didn't mean she knew anything about him. He was as taciturn as they came and even the two other members of his clubs were hard to talk to.
The white haired one was a jerk, no way around that, and the golden haired cutie… well she wasn't rude on purpose. She was arrogant and accidentally spoke down on people all the time but the big thing was that she just liked the sound of her own voice and talked endlessly.
"So the rumors were true?" Aika muttered to herself, a teasing smirk on her face as she watched Damian and Rias walk through the streets together. It was well known that Damian and Rias were connected romantically and now she got to see it for herself.
Unashamedly following after them Aika was excited about what she could find. If the numbers she was reading were correct, she wanted to hear all~ about their nightlife and if possible get in there herself.
Well, that was a bit much. But if it came to that she'd jump in without hesitation.
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