The city of Kuoh was wrapped in an eerie calm. For humans, it was just another night, but for the supernatural forces, it was the prelude to devastation. Your battle with the leaders of the three great factions had not only shaken the heavens but had also reverberated in the hearts of all those tied to this world. The shadows of chaos loomed, and you stood at the center of it all.
From a rooftop in the city center, you observed the panorama below. The lights from houses and buildings seemed insignificant compared to your presence. In your mind, you envisioned every move, every step you would take to solidify your reign. There was no need to rush; fear and uncertainty would do much of the work for you.
"Let the pieces come to me," you said with a confident smile. "Soon, this world will kneel."
The Meeting at Kuoh Academy
Elsewhere in the city, Rias Gremory was gathered with her group in the Occult Research Club room. The atmosphere was tense, even for someone like Akeno, who always maintained her composure. Issei sat with his arms crossed, a more serious expression than usual.
"So, this is the enemy we're up against?" Kiba asked, breaking the silence.
Rias nodded, concern evident on her face. "I've never felt such an overwhelming power before. It's like... something beyond a demon, angel, or fallen angel."
"It's a god," interrupted Azazel, who had just entered the room accompanied by Michael and Sirzechs. His words hung heavy in the air.
Issei shot up from his seat. "A god? Like the ones from mythology? I thought they were already under control."
"It's no ordinary god," Michael explained gravely. "It doesn't belong to any known mythology. It's an entity that has no place in our world, which makes it even more dangerous."
"What's its goal?" Akeno asked.
Azazel leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. "If its words are to be believed, it wants to destroy everything we know and rebuild a new order. One where only it has control."
The group fell silent. Azazel's words confirmed their fears. This wasn't an enemy they could face with ordinary strategies.
An Unexpected Encounter
As you walked through the empty streets, a soft sound caught your attention. A young man with dark brown hair and eyes filled with determination blocked your path. Issei Hyoudou stood before you, his Boosted Gear activated.
"I don't know who you are or what you want," Issei said, clenching his fists, "but I won't let you destroy what I care about."
You looked at him with curiosity, surprised by his audacity. "Brave, but naive," you replied calmly. "Do you think you can stop me with that relic you barely understand?"
With a shout, Issei charged at you with all his strength. His attack was fast, a flash of red energy that might have impressed others. But to you, it was a mere spark. With a wave of your hand, you deflected his attack and knocked him to the ground with a single blow.
"Is that all you've got?" you asked, looking down at him.
Issei, breathing heavily, struggled to stand. "It doesn't matter how strong you are. If you're here to hurt Rias or anyone else, I won't stop fighting."
His words gave you pause. It wasn't his power that caught your attention but his determination. That kind of spirit was rare, even among the strongest in this world.
"Interesting," you murmured. "Perhaps you're not as useless as I thought."
Before you could act further, a burst of light interrupted the scene. Rias and her group appeared, accompanied by Sirzechs and the other leaders. They stood ready to protect the fallen boy, facing you with all their might.
"This is getting interesting," you said, preparing for the next confrontation.
The Game Begins
Though the conflict was imminent, you weren't worried. Deep down, you knew you were playing a game where you held all the cards. With every move, you shaped the destiny of this world.
As you looked at them all, an idea crossed your mind. Why destroy them immediately when you could use them for your own purposes?
"Very well," you announced with a cold smile. "If you want to stop me, you'll have your chance. But not here and not now. This is just the prologue."
With a snap of your fingers, you vanished into the air, leaving your enemies confused and tense. From the shadows, you watched as the heroes tried to regroup. The war had begun, but the board was far from complete.
"The real game," you whispered, "is only just beginning."