Raizer Phoenix stood at the center of the hall, his calm demeanor contrasting sharply with the fiery frustration of Rias Gremory. Her peerage huddled behind her, the humiliation of their crushing defeat in the peerage game still fresh. But Rias wasn't ready to back down.
"You owe me an explanation!" she shouted, her voice filled with anger and desperation.
Raizer sighed, running a hand through his golden hair as he regarded her with faint irritation. His peerage stood behind him, their expressions ranging from mild amusement to barely-contained laughter.
"I told you already," Raizer said, his tone measured but edged with impatience. "This isn't about you. It's about the Devil Council trying to use you as a pawn to undermine me."
"Don't give me that nonsense!" Rias snapped. "This was personal! You've been mocking me and my peerage since the beginning!"
Raizer's golden eyes narrowed. "You're not listening, Rias. This isn't personal. But if you really want to make it about yourself, fine. Let's talk about you."
The room fell silent as Raizer took a step forward, his piercing gaze locking onto Rias.
Rias: The Spoiled Princess
"You, Rias Gremory, are the epitome of a spoiled, entitled princess," Raizer began, his voice sharp as a blade. "You've spent your entire life in a bubble, shielded by your family's wealth and status. You've never faced real hardship, never had to fight for anything, and it shows."
Rias flinched, her confidence faltering under the weight of his words.
"You have the strongest devil in existence as your brother—a man who adores you and would do anything for you. And what have you done with that privilege? Have you trained? Have you worked to earn your position? No. You've wasted it playing house with your ragtag peerage of misfits."
Raizer's smirk grew, his voice dropping into a mocking tone. "And honestly, Rias? All your nutrients must have gone to your boobs instead of your brain, because you've clearly never used the latter."
The room erupted into muffled gasps and laughter.
Shiki collapsed onto the floor, clutching his stomach as he howled with laughter. "Did he—did he just say that? Nutrients to her boobs? I can't breathe!"
Roger leaned on Whitebeard for support, tears streaming down his face. "This is the greatest day of my life! Someone write this down for the history books!"
Whitebeard's booming laugh filled the room. "The boy's sharper with his words than Mihawk is with his sword!"
Even Mihawk, ever composed, allowed himself a faint smirk. "Direct and precise," he said quietly.
Rias's face turned crimson, her hands trembling at her sides as she struggled to respond. But Raizer didn't stop there.
Akeno: Misplaced Revenge
"And then there's Akeno," Raizer said, shifting his gaze to Rias's queen. "Another example of misplaced priorities. You've built your entire identity around your tragic past, but let's take a closer look at that, shall we?"
Akeno's serene smile faltered, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"Your mother was murdered by her clan, wasn't she?" Raizer continued, his voice cold and analytical. "And how did they manage it? By distracting or sealing your father—a peak Ultimate-class devil—long enough to strike. Do you really think they didn't know you were there? That an eight-year-old girl could evade a group of professional supernatural trackers on her own? No, Akeno. If you survived, it's because someone let you survive."
Akeno's calm mask cracked, her lips parting in shock.
"You're strong, Akeno," Raizer said, his tone softening slightly. "But strength isn't enough. You're blinded by revenge, and that makes you a liability."
Koneko: Misplaced Grudge
Raizer's attention turned to Koneko, who stood stoically beside Rias.
"And Koneko," Raizer began, his voice growing sharper. "You've been fed lies for years, haven't you? Told that your anger comes from your power, that your sister abandoned you out of selfishness."
Koneko flinched, her cat-like ears twitching as she looked away.
"But that's not the truth, is it?" Raizer pressed. "Your sister was tortured, experimented on, and forced to kill the monsters responsible. She didn't abandon you because she wanted to—she did it to protect you. And the worst part? She killed the bastard who murdered your mother. She did what needed to be done, and instead of recognizing that, you've spent years blaming her."
Koneko's hands clenched into fists, her usually expressionless face cracking with emotion.
"If you'd stopped wallowing in your own anger for five seconds, you might have realized she's not your enemy," Raizer finished.
Kiba: The Misguided Knight
Raizer's golden eyes locked onto Kiba, who bristled under his scrutiny.
"And then we have the knight with a grudge," Raizer said, shaking his head. "Kiba, let me ask you something. What exactly is your plan? Destroying holy swords? Do you really think that will solve anything? The system that creates them will just make more."
Kiba's jaw tightened, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword. "I—"
"You're not a swordsman, Kiba," Raizer interrupted. "You're a boy swinging a blade without understanding what it means to wield one. A real swordsman doesn't blame his tools—he masters them. But you? You're so blinded by your revenge that you've lost sight of what it means to be a knight."
Behind Raizer, Mihawk nodded slightly. "He speaks the truth. You lack vision. Without that, you'll never be anything more than a blade without purpose."
Kiba flinched, his pride taking yet another hit.
Gasper: A Wasted Potential
Raizer's gaze turned to Gasper, who peeked out from behind Rias, his crimson eyes wide with fear.
"And then there's Gasper," Raizer said, sighing. "A dhampir with a Sacred Gear capable of stopping time. Do you have any idea how powerful that makes you? You could have been a game-changer, a force to be reckoned with. But instead, you're hiding in a corner, afraid of your own shadow."
Gasper whimpered, his trembling hands clutching Rias's cloak.
"If you have a problem with people, Rias," Raizer continued, "then you help them. You don't lock them in a box and pretend they don't exist."
Roger leaned toward Shiki, grinning. "A time-stopping vampire who's scared of everything? That's comedy gold."
Shiki snorted. "More like a tragedy. What a waste."
Issei: A Disgusting Predator
Finally, Raizer turned his attention to Issei, who was shaking where he stood.
"And now we come to the most disgusting person in this room," Raizer said, his voice laced with venom. "Issei Hyoudou. The so-called Red Dragon Emperor. A title wasted on someone like you."
Issei stammered, "W-What are you talking about?!"
"I'm talking about you," Raizer snapped. "You're a disgusting pervert who treats women like trophies. You claim their bodies as if they're property, and you think that makes you a hero?"
Issei's face turned bright red as he sputtered, "T-That's not—"
"Shut up," Raizer said coldly. "You're not a hero, Issei. You're a predator. And in any decent society, people like you belong behind bars, rotting in a cell where they can't hurt anyone."
Issei's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the floor, his face pale.
Final Blow to Rias
Raizer turned back to Rias, his voice quiet but no less cutting. "And you, Rias, are the one who put all of this together. You're not a leader. You're a caretaker for a group of broken misfits, and instead of helping them grow, you've dragged them down with you."
He paused, his golden eyes piercing. "The Devil Council thought someone like you would be a good match for me? What were they thinking? Did they get kicked in the head by a donkey before making that decision?"
Behind him, his peerage erupted into laughter.
Shiki collapsed onto the floor, clutching his sides. "A donkey kick! I can't—this is too good!"
Roger leaned heavily on Whitebeard, gasping for air. "This is the roast of the century!"
Even Mihawk smirked. "Brutal. But well-deserved."
Raizer turned on his heel, his voice ringing out one final time. "I need a partner—someone strong, smart, and capable. You are none of those things, Rias. And I refuse to tie my future to your failure."
With that, he walked away, his peerage following behind him, still laughing and joking as they left.
Cliffhanger
Rias stood frozen, her tears spilling over as the weight of Raizer's words settled over her. Around her, the whispers of the audience grew louder, their judgment clear. And somewhere in the shadows, the cameras continued to roll, ensuring the entire underworld would remember this moment forever.
This expanded chapter delivers a devastating roast of Rias and her peerage, with humor and biting critiques balanced throughout. Let me know if you'd like further adjustments!