The Godfather Sends me to DxD

POV: Chisato

Chisato quietly—but casually—moved through a massive open green field, following the ruined monorail that stretched like a forgotten spine across the landscape. The sky above was overcast, casting soft shadows over the rolling hills, while the sounds of distant prehistoric cries echoed in the wind. Twisted support beams and shattered rail sections littered the path ahead, half-swallowed by the creeping wilderness that had reclaimed Isla Nublar.

As she walked along, she caught sight of a long, scaly tail peeking out from a nearby bush. She stared at it for a moment, tilting her head in curiosity. The creature turned to face her—the slender, crested head of a Dilophosaurus emerging from the foliage.

Once it saw her, it crept closer, its movement cautious but predatory. It stopped just a few meters away, opened up its large frills, and started hissing and screeching at her—preparing to spit.

But before it could unleash its venom, Chisato casually lifted her pistol and fired two pepper balls straight into its mouth. The creature immediately hit the ground, screeching and writhing in intense pain.

Unbothered, she continued strolling along and muttered with a sigh, "Too small," before refocusing on her real target.

As she walked, she mused aloud, "Why did I bring non-lethal ammo...? Oh well. Force of habit, I guess. Good thing Takina packed a bag for me, or I might've had to get creative."

Up ahead, the field rose into a grassy hill littered with broken signage and rusted fence posts. The wind shifted, carrying with it the low rumble of a massive roar. She picked up her pace, and as she reached the top of the hill and looked down into the valley below, she saw it.

Her target: a Giganotosaurus.

It stood in the wide-open basin below, stomping through what remained of a collapsed paddock, its dark green scales blotched with battle scars, and its mouth dripping with saliva and blood from some unseen kill.

Chisato checked her equipment, took a breath, then smiled with a gleam of excitement in her eye.

"There you are," she said, descending into the valley.

Chisato walked calmly towards the creature, going over in her head what she knew about it. A switch in her mind had been flipped, the same way it always did whenever she entered combat. All useless and irrelevant things were pushed aside; every last bit of her brain power was focused on the task at hand. No emotion, no distraction—just raw focus and brutal efficiency. She knew she was dealing with an opponent that could give the Tyrannosaurus Rex a run for its money, so she approached cautiously, although she didn't bother to attempt to ambush it, as she was sure it was already aware of her presence.

Sure enough, it turned to face her. And when it did, it paused for a moment, unsure of what to make of what it was seeing. It saw a tiny creature walking toward it as if in challenge—which, to a creature of its size, was perplexing enough. But that's not what really made it pause in confusion. What really made it pause in confusion was the fact that it felt vaguely threatened by the tiny figure, as if some instinct were warning it that the creature before it was another apex predator instead of prey.

The Giganotosaurus let out a mighty roar of challenge, and Chisato ignored it completely and kept walking toward the creature with icy calm. She was now about 30 yards away from the creature, and it was fed up with her presence. It lowered its head and began to charge. But the instant it lowered its head, Chisato's hands moved so fast that they were a blur. A moment later, two pellets slammed into the creature's eyes, and it felt searing agony—different from what it had felt before when fighting against creatures it was familiar with.

The fact that it could no longer see, and its sense of smell was being simultaneously assaulted by unfamiliar odors that burned its throat, only added to its rage and panic. It thrashed its head around, now thoroughly enraged. And a full minute later, it was finally able to barely see through its watery eyes. Roaring in fury, it turned to face the orchestrator of its newfound misery—only to find no one there.

Chisato had vanished like a phantom and could no longer be seen. The Giganotosaurus began to rampage, smashing into and biting everything around it that it felt its tiny adversary could hide behind. A couple hundred feet away, perched atop a tree, Chisato observed the creature throwing its tantrum and looking for her. She had no intention of being found yet.

She knew that even with her newly enhanced devil body, she couldn't match the creature's physical might at her current level. Maybe someone like her new master could, but she certainly couldn't. She knew this would be a deadly game of cat and mouse where every encounter had to be planned thoroughly and executed with perfect efficiency. A single slip-up and she was done for. Her mind worked diligently to come up with a multi-layered strategy to deal with the threat in front of her.

Unlike the people she usually dealt with, this issue couldn't be solved with superior agility and gunplay alone. Her limited arsenal combined with her overwhelming physical disadvantage made winning that way nearly impossible—and with her lack of firepower, it made it completely impossible. Her resources were limited, so she had to take that into account.

After about an hour of observing the creature, she realized that it had finally come to its senses. And while it was still cautious, it was not actively looking for her. Good, she thought. This makes the first stage of the plan easier. Seeing that it was no longer actively looking for her, she stayed hidden for another half hour as she observed its habits. When she was sure she had all the information she needed, she quietly slipped back down the tree.

She couldn't see it anymore through the dense environment of the basin, but she was thorough with her calculations and was reasonably certain that she could calculate where it would be when she was ready to reveal herself. Sure enough, when she could see it again through her hiding place in the shaded undergrowth, it was right where she expected—laying down in a shady formation of very large trees, cautiously moving its head side to side, carefully observing its environment.

So it's not stupid, she thought, realizing that although it had stopped actively looking for her, it had not relaxed completely, believing that it was possible that a threat was still nearby. Still, what she had to do did not change. This was going to be death by a thousand cuts, and it was time to make the first cut.

Chisato stayed hidden and slowly crept behind the creature, taking the long route—circling the undergrowth until it was behind the creature's resting spot. The Giganotosaurus had chosen its resting spot well. Not too far behind it was a massive rock that would stop ambushes from behind from most creatures that would be capable of harming it—except it didn't ever expect to encounter a threat so small. So while its usual rivals could not take advantage of the terrain and get behind it, something small enough could.

And that's just what Chisato did—maneuvering herself behind the creature, not too close, but not so far away as she couldn't execute her first strike. She quietly took the pin off of two grenades and tossed them in a high arc. They landed right where she intended. They landed perfectly at the creature's slightly exposed underside, very close to the connecting point of its right leg and its underbelly.

Before the Giganotosaurus could register what was happening, an explosion tore into its body—blood and flesh flying in all directions with the force of the chaotic explosion. The Giganotosaurus jumped to its feet, roaring in pain and fury, the sudden motion worsening its injuries. Blood was now flowing freely from its body, and although its tough skin had protected most of its leg and the blast had only ripped at its underbelly non-fatally because it lacked the force to reach the organs, it had no way to stop the blood that was flowing freely with every movement that it made.

And this is what Chisato was counting on.

Chisato gave up on stealth, sacrificing it for speed. She bolted to the left, back towards the undergrowth and foliage, just as the creature swung its massive tail where she had just been. Chisato knew it would do this, as it was too large to turn around quick enough to catch her and the space was too cramped in her direction for a creature so massive. The tail slammed into the boulder, knocking chunks of it to the ground and in various other directions.

Feeling it before she saw it, Chisato swayed her body slightly to the right while still sprinting through the trees, and a softball-sized piece of jagged rock shot past her at the speed of a bullet, eventually slamming into a massive tree and exploding everywhere. The creature had turned around by this point and saw a brief glimpse of Chisato bolting through its territory.

Not caring about its injuries, it roared in rage and barreled after her, knocking aside anything it could, making a beeline toward her location. Despite its size, the creature was quite quick, but with Chisato's superior agility and the physical ability of her new devil body, she managed to stay ahead of the creature. She didn't dare try to fly her way out of this, because she had had little practice and there were too many obstacles in the environment.

The chase went on for about 15 minutes, and then—from the perspective of the Giganotosaurus—Chisato seemed to simply disappear.

The Giganotosaurus stopped when it realized this and slowly looked around, cautiously observing its environment, nose flaring for any scent that it could smell past its own blood, eyes and ears straining for any sign of its adversary. What the creature didn't realize is that Chisato had not disappeared. Before this engagement began, she had dug a small tunnel at a very specific location. She was not running away. She was leading her prey to the location of her next attack. Her calculations were perfect.

She peeked her head cautiously out of the concealed end of the tunnel, careful not to make any noise that could be heard over the creature's own breathing as it stood there looking for her. It did not realize that she was directly under it—right where she had calculated she needed to be. The creature's massive left foot was directly in front of her, only about 10 feet away. Slowly and very carefully, she grabbed the shotgun out of the backpack she had hidden in the tunnel and pointed it at the toes on the creature's left foot, firing two quick shots before immediately ducking back down into the tunnel.

A roar of pain could be heard and a massive earth-shaking thump as the creature staggered backwards and eventually fell. One of the toes on its left foot had been blown off, and the remaining ones were damaged heavily, making it very difficult for the creature to stand and stay balanced. Chisato bolted out of the other end of the tunnel as soon as she felt the earth shake from the creature hitting the ground. Right as she exited, the tunnel collapsed—as she knew it would. It only needed to serve its purpose once, after all, and it was unable to handle the disruption of the earth close to it from the massive weight of the multi-ton creature.

As she exited the tunnel, in a moment of pure desperation and rage, the creature lunged at her, throwing its whole body into the action. This was outside of Chisato's calculations, and she could only react on instinct and pure desperation. She immediately gathered all the mana she could into her feet and used it to propel herself forward at a speed so intense that the force of it made her bones creak. This managed to barely save her life, as the creature managed to get her backpack and one of its teeth sliced down directly in between her shoulder blades, barely missing where her wings were concealed, slicing all the way down to her waist. The wound was shallow, but it bled profusely.

And the creature was frenzied. Having tasted the blood of its hated enemy, it wanted more. Its eagerness, however, was a fatal mistake. Through the haze of pain, Chisato twisted her body in midair and leveled her shotgun at the creature as it tried to lunge for her again, using its arms to shoot itself forward. She aimed not at the creature itself, but at the backpack hanging from one of the teeth in its gaping maw, and fired her last loaded shell directly at it.

The explosive shell collided with the supplies and leftover grenades that were in the bag, and a massive explosion went off directly inside the creature's mouth. Chisato's momentum was still safely carrying her away from the blast, finally coming to a halt as she slammed painfully into a tree, instinctively tucking her chin so she didn't crack her skull. She still felt the crippling agony of her spine painfully slamming into the tree, causing a spinal fracture.

She lay against the tree as her strong devil body got to work fixing the damage. She looked at the Giganotosaurus, now laying motionless on the ground, staring at her with deep hatred as it lay defeated on the ground, unable to find the energy to move anymore. The final blast had taken most of its teeth and blown its tongue off. It could no longer stand—the bleeding from its leg making its legs wobbly, and its missing toes making it impossible to properly balance itself to even attempt to get up. All that was keeping it going was pure momentum, and now that momentum was gone.

It lay there bleeding to death, just as Chisato had planned, but its eyes never left hers. The two of them stared at each other—one slowly recovering, the other slowly dying. Despite everything, Chisato felt deep respect for this creature who had fought her with everything it had, even to the point where it was able to surprise her and disrupt what she thought was a perfectly calculated plan.

The least I could do, she thought, is watch its last moments unflinchingly. And that's just what she did. After what felt like hours later, the creature slowly closed its eyes. It had lost too much blood, and death had claimed it.

Chisato slowly and shakily got to her feet, moving carefully. She walked up to the now-dead creature and pulled out the biggest and thickest of its teeth—the only one to survive the blast. She held it in her hand and then bowed to the creature, as if to acknowledge their encounter as an honorable duel instead of a hunt.

She looked to the sky and breathed out a heavy sigh of exhaustion and relief.

"Hunt complete," she said.

And then she slowly walked away.