Fate DxD AU

And through it all, in the deepest pockets of his soul, he was happy to serve. It felt natural to serve this demon. He was part of him in a way… even if he was an abject failure.

The only problem was the memory being pushed into his brain. It was fed to him like mindless drivel but it incensed him into an unquenchable fury. It was laughable… if he still had a mind to laugh at the misfortune of others.

A young man with black hair and deep piercing blue eyes wielding a large cross shaped shield. And his new Master fighting this human… and losing.

'Worthy. Useful. Acceptable.'

The voice heaped praise upon this human… a show of love. It sickened Rizevim.

It putrefied his tongue and left it boiling in his mouth for insulting the only rival that it would ever accept. When he was finally allowed to open his mouth the blackened bile was boiling on the ground. It didn't like him in the slightest.

'In my image.'

The voice stated with cold certainty as Rizevim was forced to endure even more twisting and stretching into the shape it wanted. Even through all the pain… through all the defilement that was felt through his body he could feel it being more than a little human. It sickened him again and he was punished with another putrefaction of his organs. They boiled inside his body again and several holes opened up in what was left of his body letting the blackened bile pour to the ground.

'They will be brought to a higher level. You will be the catalyst for it. You are worthless and they have my pity. You will be made into my image. You will be used for the sake of humanity because you have no value otherwise. That is the truth of your existence. The gods of this world stand there watching as humanity flounders and the perversion of the masses sends it to ruins. You know my name, you are my ilk but you are a disgrace.'

"I… am… not… a… disgrace!" Rizevim was allowed to say before it tore off his jaw leaving only his eyes capable of movement.

'You are and that is why you are in this position. You had no hope. No future. No possible path forward. No connections that you haven't destroyed out of enjoyment. I pity you… pity you more than all other beings. You are worth less than the human I fought. The one who taught me the joys of being alive.'

Rizevim tried to refute the claim but he had no mouth and no way to scream anymore. It was at that point that it decided to enforce its will. A large figure self manifested in front of the devil's eyes showcasing a large body adorned in golds and reds. Scales covered both forearms and a large pair of golden antlers sprouted from the head. Wreathed in mana formed into red and black flames it plunged its arm directly into what was left of Rizevim's torso. It had kept him alive for this moment even through all the times it putrefied his organs.

'You know me. I am what you descended from even though I am not of your world. I am the creation of Solomon and the pinnacle of thaumaturgy through the greater history of man. The one who sees all and knows all beyond the understanding of man. Rizevim Livan Lucifer, you shall become a part of me. You shall become the first of my new demon pillars. You shall once again become part of me, part of the Ars Goetia.'

The last of his mind was slowly lost into the magecraft it wielded and the twisted flesh soon became rotting in pus and maggots as several blood red crystal cysts grew along the pillar in a spiral pattern. At that moment Rizevim was lost to overwhelming power and became nothing more than a mindless meat puppet.

Goetia didn't want Rizevim though… so when all was said and done he forced the pillar to explode into a shower of gore. From those remains sprang eight more pillars. Rizevim was useful for only one thing at least as eight demon pillars were born into the world allowing the Ars Goetia to slowly rebuild itself back into glory.

With a wave of its arm the entirety of the pillars were brought back into the reality marble known as Ars Paulina. Back within the realm of his throne. Goetia knew better now. It remembered everything… it knew the joys of life. With that being said it could see what this world was like. It needed to be fixed. The lone human that had fought him, Ritsuka Fujimaru was not in this world. It did not have Alaya to stop it or Gaia to limit it. It had to do this to save humanity from itself and those that controlled them behind the scenes.

The rings were no longer on the throne. Disappointing but not a problem for someone so enlightened as it was. The information from Rizevim would be used. The Rings of Solomon would be found and the answer he once looked for would be found this time for sure.

It was a comfortable bed. Most of the time Ritsuka had slept on the floor sometimes cuddling or being cuddled by any of his servants. He didn't really care about the gender since they were in harsh conditions most of the time and usually they were always on crunch time. He hadn't been woken up during the night either so the bounded field at the very least did its job.

"Now what…?" Ritsuka stared at his hand. There were still three red marks. The chance of using one to reopen connection with Chaldea was a constant reminder in his head since it held profound power within it. He didn't know, however, if it would still regenerate while in this world.

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