Fate DxD AU

I'll take you up on your offer then. Though I haven't sent my paperwork through to Kuoh since I never really expected to be in town for very long." Ritsuka admitted brushing the back of his head in embarrassment though the two girls noticed that his eyes weren't actually matching his actions. They were far too deep in thought.

"I shall take care of that. I'm guessing you're a second year in high school, right?" Rias pointed out.

'Well… I was but I haven't gone back in a long time… do I look that young?' The only question on Ritsuka's mind and he didn't have time to voice it. "Yes. I am. Is there anyway to keep wearing my clothes instead of a uniform. It's something special… something given to me from a relative I'll never see again."

'Not too far from the truth… I was given this as a late gift from Chaldea's Da Vinci…" Ritsuka allowed the small frown to escape from his careful vigil.

"I'll talk with Sona tomorrow… Maybe I can convince her but just in case you might have to get a uniform." Rias stated though she seemed uncertain about his request.

"It's fine. I understand if it won't work out that way. I still appreciate the try." Ritsuka smiled, though his eyes were constantly scanning the two.

Akeno kept quiet looking at their new acquaintance. While she noticed his eyes… they weren't actually checking out either of their bodies. His eyes were constantly scanning their faces. As far as she could tell, the mystery of Ritsuka Fujimaru grew and grew. Rias began leading the way all the while the quiet Ritsuka followed along.

And even as the two sashayed and strutted a bit Ritsuka's eyes remained stoic and unchanged.

Far away…

Rizevim Livan Lucifer, the worse of all devils, the one who led a successful raid on Heaven stood slightly flummoxed. His plan to unseal Trihexa had seemingly gone off the rails before it had even started. He wasn't sure whether to be angry… or elated with the reason for this occurring.

He had tried to break a world which seemed to have its own form of time space travel already in play… but the moment he touched that energy his entire operation was completely wiped from existence. It was almost as if the world itself had decided that Trihexa didn't deserve to exist before it was shunted out into the void. His ability to actually continue making those portals was also sealed… it was strange but he wasn't even the slightest bit angry at it either.

Something better had appeared… something more powerful than that abomination was before him. He had scoffed at how foolish others had been to think that there was anything stronger than the threat that Trihexa brought to the table but that had been too naive on his behalf. This was much more terrifying and for the life of him he couldn't actually tell why.

Floating in the spot where the former prison of Trihexa were nine cards. Each of the black cards held a blood red sigil on their backs each with a red roman numerals seemingly carved into the thin cards. There was a power within them… power which far acceded the known limits of the world itself. It almost hurt to look at them… and then he took a step forward.

As if in answer to his brazen act eight of the cards delved into shadows before dissolving from that plain of existence melding into the new world around them. The only one left remained floating on the spot. Rizevim was beside himself, livid in an impotent rage he couldn't actually release because he would have to admit that he fucked up. Ignoring the scathing remarks his mind made up about him he looked over the card that was left.

Then a word came to mind… based only on the sight of the roman numeral carved upon said card. It wormed its way into his mind and he soon regretted it. His mind was forcefully torn and memories were catalogued and archived if useful… barely anything was. Then a voice escaped his lips… a voice that wasn't Rizevim anymore.

Ritsuka sat in the darkness of his new temporary room. Rias had made good on her promise allowing him to stay within this admittedly large house to his surprise. That didn't stop him from feeling something was off though.

"Just your nerves… just like always." He mumbled to himself as he laid back unable to truly sleep just yet.

It wasn't because he was frightened or anything. Facing Alien Gods and the destruction of humanity through incineration and erasure made it really hard to actually get a rise out of him. Even the servants he was most wary about no longer got to him.

Nightingale has been a bit more worried about that. Without that natural Fight or Flight reaction that normal humans possessed she felt her Master would be reckless. The incident where he attempted to pile drive Quetzalcoatl back in Babylonia being one of her more adamant points. Ritsuka had shrugged them off as necessary but even he knew a bit of that was hollow. He didn't need to do anything of the sort… he wanted to do anything to be useful to the ones who had really fought back against the complete and utter devastation of humanity.

Gilgamesh had actually confronted him about it though he only lamented that humanity was not as worthy as he was to continue most of the time. Emiya, Shirou and Kiritsugu, had voiced their fears about him taking to being a hero a bit too hard. Mash… Mash forced him down and made him promise not to do anything reckless anymore. It didn't help that he argued that she had done just as reckless when he thought he had lost her in Salomon.

A short sigh escaped his lips. He could feel magic once again. Two large sources had warped into the house alongside two smaller ones. He didn't know why but they felt familiar. They felt just like that time when he was back facing the Ars Goetia conglomerate. They weren't as strong as a Demon Pillar but his senses for magic were always weak… even with all the training all his servants had bashed into his brains. Though their training left a lot to be desired. Always putting him in a live or die situation…