Highschool DxD : Actually Satan

Leo exhaled softly, dropping the childish pointing game almost immediately.

The weight of the situation crushed any lingering pride, and with a calm, earnest gaze, he lowered his hand and spoke with surprising humility.

"You're right," Leo admitted without a shred of hesitation.

"I won't deny it. Maybe I am the copycat."

He managed a wry smile, but there was no bitterness in his voice — only sincerity.

"But right now, I'll take anything if it means you'll be of help."

He took a step closer, eyes steady as he continued, "I thank you for answering this call — truly. We need your help to rescue one of ours. I wouldn't ask if it wasn't critical."

The golden-haired Lucifer, expecting a contest of egos, found himself taken aback.

His sharp expression remained the same only eyes narrowing thoughtfully.

He could sense it — Leo wasn't posturing.

There was no false bravado here.

Despite resembling him in power's nature slightly, this man was willing to set it all aside for the sake of his people.

For a moment, silence lingered, then Lucifer gave a small, almost amused huff.

"Hah... you're an interesting one," he said, a subtle smirk curling at his lips.

"Very well. I'll lend my power. Not because you begged, but because I respect that resolve."

With that, he stepped beside Leo, and as if in response, the system gave a confirming chime:

[ Clearance granted: The Brightest Star (Samael ) has been approved for the mission. ]

Leo turned next to the yokai woman — the so-called "Strongest Yokai" as per the system's declaration.

Her appearance now was far from the grotesque one she had when she appeared: the slitted mouth, the terrifying proportions, all gone.

Before him stood a stunningly beautiful girl, her presence elegant.

With a respectful nod, Leo asked, "Will you lend us a hand as well?"

The girl tilted her head slightly, as if appraising him not with her power, but with a quiet wisdom.

Her lips curved into a soft, enigmatic smile as she answered smoothly,

"My name is Reiko Kashima," she said.

Then, with a spark of warmth in her gaze, she added, "And yes... I'll help. Even if your methods lack beauty, your bond with your people is something far more beautiful. That, I respect."

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A few weeks ago...

Hope let out a breath she hadn't even realized she was holding as she appeared back in her room.

Even though not a single second had passed in this world, she had changed beyond recognition.

She was a Tribrid now.

Not just in name — but in form, in power.

Armed with the knowledge of an entirely different, brutally practical magic system from the World of Frieren.

Without question, it was the greatest leap of firepower in her life.

Sure, the magic of this world might surpass in sheer lethality, but it lacked something vital.

What the other world's magic had was practicality — hard-forged in the crucible of war.

Magic designed not for flair, but for survival.

But at the same time...

Her fingers trembled.

Her chest felt tight.

She had been this close to death.

So close that her very soul felt singed by the experience.

She didn't want to think about it.

So, she didn't.

Instead, she buried herself in the dumbest, most mundane distractions she could find.

Clone magic turned out to be absurdly useful for this.

She split herself into multiple copies — let them handle school, chores, all the things she didn't want to care about.

Meanwhile, the real her sank into endless hours of Fortnite and every other game she could get her hands on.

Escaping into the virtual noise, away from the heavy reality that still clung to her.

That worked — for a while.

Until rumors began to swirl around school about her appewring in multiple places.

Whispers turned into questions, and questions brought unwanted attention.

Eventually, her mother was callled..

Annoying Alaric

There was no point hiding anymore.

Hope made her decision.

"I've transitioned," Hope confessed, steadying her voice.

Her mother's face twisted,l in anger, but in sheer, aching worry.

"What did you do? How did this happen? Why?" Her voice shook with fear, eyes filled with desperate concern.

Hope stared in her eyes, then sighed.

"It was a mishap with magic," she said honestly. "It just happened."

Her mom's face darkened with anger. "Hope, magic doesn't just happen! What were you thinking?!"

Hayley's voice shook.

She was furious, but under all that, Hope could feel the fear in her words.

Before her mom could say anything else, Hope spoke up, her voice steady.

"I can fix our family," she said.

Her eyes flashed a deep blue — not the blood shot of a vampire

She didn't even notice it herself, but the power from the Hollow[1] had changed her.

Her mom froze, her words caught in her throat.

Hope met her gaze. "Mom, I have the power to change everything now."

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Some days after the Talk

Hope stood in the clearing, the full moon hanging heavy in the sky, casting silver light over the trees.

Her heart pounded, but her hands were steady.

Hayley's words echoed in her head "Stay put, Hope. Let me talk to Freya first. Don't do anything reckless!"—but she couldn't wait.

Not anymore.

The Hollow, Inadu, had torn her family apart for too long.

Tonight, it ended.

She wasn't just a Tribrid now—not vampire, witch, and werewolf in some neat package.

No, she was more ever since she returned.

Traces of Tiamat's dragon heritage laced with a spark of divine heritage.

And the Hollow? She'd absorbed pieces of that dark power too, turning it into something new.

Her magic felt like a storm trapped inside her, wild and endless.... it was exhilarating.

She didn't need conduits or fancy artifacts for this ritual.

Her power could reach the whole planet if she wanted.

But the full moon? That was personal.

Inadu's curse ran strong tonight, through the werewolves—through her . It was the perfect time to strike.

Hope knelt, pressing her palms into the dirt.

Her eyes glowed, a mix of gold and blue, dragon and Hollow intertwined.

She whispered words from a spell she'd pieced together—part otherworld magic, part her own witch knowledge, part something ancient she didn't fully understand

The ground trembled.

She reached out, her magic stretching across the astral plane like a net.

She could feel Inadu's presence, that smug, ancient darkness slithering through the ether, thinking it was untouchable.

Not tonight.

Hope gritted her teeth and pulled.

It wasn't gentle.

It was an angry one, like dragging a monster through broken glass.

Inadu's essence thrashed and screamed, a sound that echoed in Hope's mind but only fueled her focus.

She yanked harder, forcing the Hollow's spirit into the open, right there in the clearing.

The wind howled and the moon seemd a bit brighter.

"You don't get to hide anymore," she growled. "You broke my family. Now I break you."

Inadu's form flickered in front of her, a ghostly blue figure with burning eyes.

But Hope wasn't scared.

Her magic surged, as she launched a beam of pure annhulation at it.

Even if Hayley would ground her for a century after this.

It was worth the satisfaction.

Hope's breath normalised as the rush of power faded.

She'd done it—she'd dragged Inadu through the astral plane and obliterated her turning her existence into pure magic for her to absorb..

The Hollow was gone, her dark presence snuffed out like a candle.

But then the world spun, her vision blurred, and a wave of dizziness hit her like a truck.

When she blinked, she was back in her room.

Everything was exactly the same.

The same posters on the walls, the same half-empty water bottle on her desk, the same faint hum of her laptop. Her heart sank as she stumbled forward, her legs shaky.

No way. No freaking way

She grabbed her phone, fingers fumbling as she opened the internet.

News articles, social media, everything—she checked it all.

The date was the same as when she'd first returned to this world weeks ago.

Her emails, her game progress, even the dumb Fortnite skin she'd bought that day—it was all reset.

Like nothing had happened.

Like she hadn't just fought a cosmic battle to end Inadu.

"What… is happening?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

Hope sank onto her bed, her mind racing.

She'd felt the Hollow die.

It had worked.

So why was she back here? Why was the world acting like none of it ever happened?

Her eyes darted to the mirror across the room.

Her reflection stared back.

Hope's stomach twisted.

Had her spell been too big, too reckless? Had she accidentally messed with time itself?

Or worse—had something else pulled the strings, resetting the world to trap her here?

She quickly opened the chat group as it was the only thing that could seemingly help in this situation.

[The Tribrid: Guys, I don't think it's normal for a world to reset, right…?]

She hit send, biting her lip.

A second later Leo replied.

[Leo: Can you exactly tell me what happened?]

She were ready to type out everything —the ritual, Inadu's destruction, the dizzy spell, waking up in her room like nothing had changed.

But before she could , her screen flickered.

Then it went black. Hope frowned, tapping it. "Come on, don't do this now—"

The screen shattered—not physically, but into motes of light, like glowing dust.

The pieces twisted, corrupted, and faded into the air.

"What the—?" Hope stumbled back, her breath catching.

A low rumble shook the room.

She looked up, and her blood ran cold.

The ceiling was gone.

Above her, the sky churned, dark clouds swirling like a storm ready to swallow the world.

Cracks splintered across it, as reality was losing support.

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