What is this Dimensional Chat???

Kuoh Academy

Kuoh, Japan

"Wait." Satria held up a hand, stopping the blonde knight in her tracks.

Artoria turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "What's wrong?"

"Let's not rush in," Satria said, his tone measured. "I want to test how far my kitten can go. Plus, I have a feeling Kokabiel is holding back his trump cards. This version of him feels… smarter than the one I know."

Artoria studied him for a moment before nodding. "Fair enough. Recklessness is the path to failure. But if things spiral, I will act immediately."

"Sure." Satria gave her a sly smile, but their conversation was interrupted by the familiar chime of a Dimensional Chat notification.

Satria glanced at the message and grinned. "Looks like Fran cleared a special mission alone. That kitten never fails to impress."

"Fran?" Valiana tilted her head. "Who's that?"

"She's darling's 'favourite kitten' in the group chat," Kurumi teased, smirking as she glanced at Satria.

Kiyohime's eyes narrowed dangerously, her piercing gaze locking onto her husband. "Favourite kitten, you say?"

Satria immediately looked away, awkwardly scratching his cheek. "Come on, don't take it like that! She's just a group member with potential, that's all."

Artoria stepped in, cutting through the tension. "Naruto said the same thing. According to him, Fran has remarkable potential. With proper guidance, she could surpass even that… perverted black cat."

"Perverted black cat?" Valiana's eyes lit up with interest.

Meanwhile, the battle below intensified. Rias, Akeno, and Issei launched a combined assault against Kokabiel, but their efforts were in vain. The fallen angel easily swatted away their attacks with an aura of smug confidence.

On the other side, Koneko, Irina, and Ravel teamed up against Cerberus. The three girls managed to take down the monstrous beast after an intense struggle, their teamwork finally overcoming the creature's strength.

Kiba, now wielding his Sword Birth ability infused with holy and demonic energy, fought alongside Xenovia. The duo traded blows with Freed, who wielded the fused Excalibur. However, the overwhelming power of the five Excalibur fragments left Kiba and Xenovia battered and outmatched.

"This isn't how it went in the anime," Satria muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "They're supposed to destroy Excalibur here, not get demolished by it."

Fatalis chimed in from within his mind. "It's because you gave Kokabiel an extra fragment. By your hand, Freed now wields five fused Excaliburs. You've altered the plotline significantly."

Satria smiling nervously, his expression troubled. Fatalis wasn't wrong. In his presence, the world of DxD was no longer the same. Ravel wasn't even supposed to be here, yet there she was, exchanging sharp words with Koneko as they stood over the defeated Cerberus.

Valiana crossed her arms, watching the battlefield with narrowed eyes. "The outcome's obvious. If you don't step in soon, they'll die."

Kurumi leaned against Satria, her tone playful but carrying a serious undertone. "So, darling, what's the plan? Are we just going to watch, or do you intend to step in and change the game again?"

Satria smirked. "Oh, I'll step in when the time's right. For now, let's enjoy the show and see just how much they can endure."

•

"Do you see now, Kokabiel-sama? This is the POWER of the fused Excalibur!" Valper declared triumphantly, his voice echoing across the battlefield.

Xenovia staggered backward, her grip trembling. "Even with this… we can't win. We're not strong enough."

"Damn you… VALPER!" Kiba roared, his rage igniting as he recalled the friends sacrificed to create the Excalibur fragments. His fury made him reckless, but even that wasn't enough to bridge the gap.

"Time to end this. Kill them, Freed!" Valper barked.

"With pleasure!" Freed lunged forward, his fused Excalibur gleaming with destructive energy. But before his attack could connect, a sudden clash rang out as his strike was intercepted.

"What the hell?! Who are you?!" Freed yelled, stumbling back.

The dust cleared, revealing a figure with blonde hair and clad in majestic armor. Her presence exuded an undeniable aura of royalty and command.

"Call me Saber," the woman said firmly, her eyes locked onto Freed. "And I am here to destroy that abomination."

With one swift motion, Artoria raised her invisible blade, shattering the fused Excalibur into fragments with an explosion of power.

The battlefield fell silent. Everyone, allies and enemies alike, stared in awe at the knight who radiated the essence of a true king.

"You… you have to be kidding me! That's Excalibur! How could you destroy it in one strike?!" Freed screamed, his manic bravado faltering.

"No… This is impossible!" Valper stumbled back, his mind unable to process what had just occurred.

Before anyone could react, Kokabiel launched a spear of light at Valper, piercing him clean through. Blood splattered as Valper crumpled to the ground.

"Gah… Why…?" Valper gasped, his voice weak as he stared at Kokabiel.

"You've outlived your usefulness, Valper," Kokabiel said coldly, stepping over the man's lifeless body. His crimson eyes shifted toward Artoria. "And you… who are you to interfere in the war between heaven and hell?"

Artoria raised her chin, her voice steady and commanding. "You dared insult Excalibur with your mockery of its name. I am here to bring punishment to those who disgrace it."

Kokabiel sneered, creating dozens of spears of light around him. "I don't know your connection to that sword, mortal, but you've stepped beyond your boundaries. Die!"

Before the spears could be launched, a sudden gust of wind roared through the battlefield.

"Tempest of Dragon Fang!"

A powerful wave of sharp, compressed air in the form of a massive dragon tore through the sky. The winds engulfed Kokabiel's spears, shredding them to nothing before speeding toward him.

"What?!" Kokabiel barely managed to dodge, but the attack grazed his right arm, leaving a deep cut.

All eyes turned toward the source of the attack. From above, Satria leaped down to the battlefield, landing gracefully beside Artoria. Kurumi appeared next to him, her elegant yet menacing aura sending chills through Kokabiel's forces.

"Senpai…"

"Who is he, thieving cat?"

"Shin-san."

"Shin-sama!"

"You again?!"

"What do you want this time, Shin?" Rias demanded, her voice tinged with both exasperation and relief.

Satria smirked. "Oh, nothing much. Just saving all your sorry asses. You should be grateful this handsome devil took the time to help you."

Irina pointed an accusatory finger at him. "You're a devil too?! Another human corrupted by evil!"

Satria rolled his eyes. "No, no, no. It's just a figure of speech, girly. Relax."

Irina sighed in relief but still eyed him warily.

Kokabiel growled, his patience wearing thin. "One by one, insects crawl out of their nests. I don't know who you are, but prepare to be annihilated."

Kurumi chuckled darkly, resting her chin on Satria's shoulder. "My, my, such confidence. Should we crush his pride, darling?"

Kokabiel's expression darkened as the three faced him. "Do you really think three humans can stop me?!"

Many magic circles lit up the rooftop, their glow ominous and foreboding. From within them, one hundred Fallen Angels emerged, their black wings spread wide as they encircled the battlefield.

"It can't be…" Rias's voice wavered as she assessed the overwhelming forces surrounding them.

"We're completely surrounded," Kiba muttered, his sword trembling slightly in his grasp.

"This… this is insane," Irina stammered, gripping her weapon tightly.

"One Kokabiel is already a nightmare to deal with… and now this?" Xenovia gritted her teeth, her knuckles white as she clutched her sword.

"What should we do, Buchou?" Akeno asked, her calm facade starting to crack.

Rias hesitated, despair clouding her crimson eyes. "…I don't know, Akeno. We… we may have to retreat."

Her words sent a chill through her peerage. For Rias Gremory to suggest retreat meant their situation was truly dire.

Kokabiel floated above them, his sadistic grin growing wider as he observed their despair. "Kuh... kuh... kuh… That's the look I wanted to see. Such delicious hopelessness!" He spread his arms dramatically. "Now, while you wallow in despair, let me share something you should—"

"Bla, bla, bla…" Satria's voice interrupted, his tone dismissive as he waved a hand.

Kokabiel's grin faltered. "…As I was saying, you should—"

"Bla, bla, bla…" Satria repeated, louder this time, earning a few startled glances from the others.

Kokabiel's left eye twitched. "…Listen carefully, because this is important. You should—"

"Bla, bla, bla. Wow, you sure love to hear yourself talk, huh?" Satria crossed his arms, feigning boredom.

"STOP INTERRUPTING MY SPEECH, YOU LOWLY HUMAN!!!" Kokabiel bellowed, his booming voice causing a few of the Fallen Angels to flinch.

Everyone turned to Satria, a mix of disbelief and exasperation plastered on their faces.

Kurumi let out a soft sigh as she watched Satria's antics unfold, rubbing her temple with a mix of exasperation and affection. "I just told him not to behave like this in front of enemies… and yet here he is."

Artoria, standing poised beside her, raised a brow at the gothic beauty. "Does he always act like this?"

Kurumi hesitated, her golden eye darting away as she awkwardly brushed a strand of hair back. "I… have no comments regarding that."

Meanwhile, Kiyohime turned an impressive shade of pink as she clenched her fists, trying to make herself invisible. "Stupid Danna-sama… Why must he act so weird in front of everyone? It's so embarrassing!"

Valiana placed a hand on Kiyohime's shoulder, her smirk laced with understanding. "You should give up. Trust me, it's easier to just accept it and pretend this isn't reality. Works like a charm."

Kiyohime glared at her, determined. "I refuse to normalize this! We must try harder to fix our beloved husband and turn him into a proper gentlemen!"

"Good luck with that," Valiana replied with a chuckle.

"This isn't the time for jokes, Shin-san!" Issei's voice cracked as he yelled at Satria, his face red with frustration.

"And would you stop provoking him?!" Xenovia snapped, her tone sharp. "You could at least show some respect to your enemies!"

Rias, meanwhile, stared at the scene in disbelief. "How could this guy ever be called the Ice Prince?" She pinched the bridge of her nose. "Are the students in Kuoh completely out of their minds?"

"Hahahaha, you're too funny!" Satria doubled over laughing, clearly enjoying the growing tension.

Kokabiel's eye twitched, his patience wearing dangerously thin. "Why are you laughing? Is there something amusing here, boy?"

Satria straightened up, his smirk widening as he pointed dramatically at Kokabiel. "You may think we've fallen into your trap, but let me tell you something, Kukangbiel!"

"…It's Kokabiel," the Fallen Angel growled.

Satria ignored him, continuing his dramatic pose. "And let me guess—your next line will be, 'God is dead.' Isn't that right?"

The battlefield fell silent, the words hitting like a thunderclap. Rias and her peerage froze, a mix of shock and disbelief plastered across their faces.

"You… You…" Kokabiel stammered, visibly shaken. His fiery arrogance dimmed for a moment as his gaze narrowed on Satria. "How could you possibly know that?!"

The Fallen Angel's mind raced. "Who is this human? I've never seen him in my long life. Could he be reading my thoughts? No… that's impossible. A human couldn't…"

"There… is no God?" Kiba's voice broke as he stared blankly at the ground. The revelation shattered his composure, and memories of the past began to resurface. "Then… what did we waste our lives for in that facility? What was it all for?"

"You're lying!" Xenovia shouted, her hands trembling as she tightened her grip on Durandal. "That can't be true! God can't be—!"

Artoria's expression hardened when she processed Satria's words. "God… is truly dead in this world?" she asked, her voice low but firm.

Kokabiel smirked, sensing her disbelief. "Sadly, it's true. We could've won the Great War, but that fool Azazel proclaimed, 'There will be no second war.' And that was the end of it. I couldn't bear the humiliation. If the Fallen Angels had taken over, we wouldn't need to rely on these pitiful humans anymore."

Artoria's grip on her invisible sword tightened, her stoic composure cracking ever so slightly. This world's reality weighed heavily on her noble heart, but she remained silent, observing Kokabiel with a mixture of pity and disdain.

Kokabiel turned his attention back to Satria, his narrowed eyes scanning him. "You… How could a mere human know such forbidden knowledge?"

Satria's smirk widened, radiating an infuriating confidence. "I can see it on your face, Kukangbiel. You're wondering, 'How does this guy know?' Or maybe, 'Can he read my mind?'"

Kokabiel's eye twitched.

"But those aren't the real questions you should be asking," Satria continued, his tone turning mockingly dramatic. "The question is… should I run away now like a coward from the amazing me? Or not?"

He extended an arm toward Kokabiel in mock magnanimity. "Feel free to run, by the way. I promise I won't chase you down. Go on, Kukangbiel."

"Run?!" Kokabiel's voice boomed with rage. "You dare mock me, you feeble human!?"

One of Kokabiel's lieutenants stepped forward, sneering at Satria. "My lord, allow me to handle this insolent worm. I'll make him beg for mercy."

Another chimed in, his lips curling into a wicked grin. "No, I'll be the one to crush him. I'll end his pathetic existence myself!"

The other Fallen Angels jeered and shouted, their mocking voices filling the air.

Satria tilted his head, feigning curiosity. "Oh? They're quite feisty, aren't they? Your minions, Kukangbiel… like a pack of mangy dogs barking at the slightest disturbance."

The jab landed with precision, and Kokabiel's entire body stiffened.

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Pervert Sage: "There's always someone like this Kokabiel in every world. His face… it's the face of someone who's lost everything and can't move on."

Esdeath: "A man blinded by revenge, then. How quaint."

Spider-Man: "Wait, hold up. God is dead? Is that even possible?"

Cookies Maniac: "Why doesn't Satria just take him out already? He's definitely strong enough, right?"

Kazuma-Sama: "Oh, that's simple—he loves playing with his enemies. It's like a twisted game to him."

Robin: "Wait… does that mean he's a sadist?"

Kazuma-Sama: "Nah, not like Esdeath or Evil. Satria's just… well, childish. Like a kid messing around with his toys."

Robin: "Honestly? I think I'd prefer that over him going all-out and wiping out everything in one go."

Kazuma-Sama: "True. But that's what makes him so fascinating, right? He's not just one thing. He can be wise when he wants to be, kind when it suits him, brilliant when the situation demands it. But he can also be scary, evil, or just a total idiot for no reason at all. He's like an enigma wrapped in chaos."

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Kokabiel's fury boiled over, his wings flaring as he glared at Satria. It was rare for someone to belittle him this blatantly—and live. His lips curled into a cruel snarl. "You insolent wretch… I'll make you pay for that remark. I'll tear you apart, limb by limb, and silence your filthy mouth forever!"

Satria stood unfazed, still smirking as if daring him to try. "That's the spirit, Kukangbiel. Come on, show me what you've got!"

"KILL THEM!!!" Kokabiel roared, commanding his minions to attack Satria and the others.

"I'll take him down myself!"

"No! He's mine!"

"Then let's end him together!"

"DIE, YOU LOWLY HUMAN!"

Satria smirked as his opponents charged. He extended his hand, conjuring threads of energy formed from the Speed Force and infused with arcane power. With a swift motion, he coated the threads in advanced Armament Haki, turning them razor-sharp.

In a single, fluid movement, he slashed through the attackers. Their bodies were cleanly decapitated, and blood sprayed across the battlefield like crimson rain.

The scene left Kokabiel's remaining forces frozen in fear, their bravado instantly shattered.

"W-what kind of monster is he?"

Satria glanced at his handiwork, his expression calm yet calculating. 'That Flamingo's technique was definitely worth studying. I'll have to thank him if he ever joins the chat.' He was, of course, referencing a certain Shichibukai from the One Piece world.

"Don't falter, you cowards!" Kokabiel barked, trying to rally his troops. "ATTACK!"

But before they could move, Satria raised his hand again. "Room."

A massive blue sphere of energy enveloped the battlefield, surrounding Kokabiel and his minions.

"What… what is this?!" one of the fallen angels stammered, staring at the mysterious sphere.

"This is no ordinary magic," another muttered, clearly unsettled.

Satria grinned and made a slicing gesture with his hand. "Shambles."

In an instant, Kokabiel's minions were severed into pieces—but to their horror, they remained alive, their body parts floating in suspended animation.

"W-what's happening?!"

"I've been cut in half, but… I'm still alive?!"

"This… this can't be real!"

Satria's grin widened as he snapped his fingers. "Let's make things a bit more interesting." With a wave of his hand, he reassembled their bodies in grotesque, mismatched ways.

"What the hell?!"

"Why is my leg attached to your body?!"

"Hey! Get your head out of my—UGH! THIS IS SO WEIRD!"

"I can't even hold my weapon like this!"

The battlefield descended into chaos as Kokabiel's forces flailed helplessly, unable to fight in their bizarre new forms.

"What kind of magic is this?!" one of the fallen angels screamed, their voice trembling with both confusion and terror.

Satria turned to Kokabiel, his grin sharp and mocking. "So, what's next, Kukangbiel? Your troops seem a little… disorganized. Care to join the fun?"

Kokabiel's eyes narrowed, his frustration boiling over. "Damn you, human! You think parlor tricks like this can stop me?!"

But deep inside, even Kokabiel couldn't deny the growing unease. This wasn't a fight—this was a nightmare orchestrated by a man who played by no rules but his own.

"Hubby has yet another weird ability, huh?" Valiana muttered to herself, both intrigued and amused. Her husband was an endless enigma, full of surprises.

"Is that magic? No… it doesn't feel like magic," Albion pondered, his voice filled with confusion. "But then… what is it?"

"Danna-sama… it's bad manners to play with your food," Kiyohime sighed, watching Satria like a mother scolding her child for toying with his dinner.

Meanwhile, the others reacted with awe and disbelief.

"He can do something like this too?" Issei's eyes widened in amazement, unable to hide his admiration.

"This man is not normal!" Ddraig growled within Issei's mind. "How much power does he have hidden inside him?"

"Shin-sama is amazing!" Asia clasped her hands together, her expression filled with admiration.

"As expected of Senpai, he always exceeds expectations," Koneko said calmly, though her pride in her boyfriend was evident in her tone.

"Is he truly human?" Ravel's voice was tinged with both curiosity and awe. She didn't know who this mysterious, handsome man was, but she was eager to learn more.

"Is that his Sacred Gear? But… there's no weapon or anything like that," Xenovia mused, trying to make sense of what she was seeing.

"He's so strong," Irina murmured, her eyes glued to Satria.

Rias, however, felt a growing unease. Her expression darkened as she observed Satria from a distance. "This… this isn't normal," she muttered to herself. "He's obliterating Kokabiel's forces like it's nothing. Who is this man? What is he?"

On the battlefield, Kokabiel's forces began to regroup, desperate to salvage the situation.

"Darling's having fun, isn't he?" Kurumi remarked, her tone light and playful as she observed Satria's antics from the sidelines.

One of Kokabiel's lieutenants barked a command to his remaining soldiers. "Forget about him! If we can't defeat him, we'll target the others!"

"Go for her!" he shouted, pointing at Kurumi. "Take her down!"

Ten fallen angels darted toward Kurumi, their holy weapons drawn, their speed and precision deadly. 

Kurumi smirked, her crimson eye glowing ominously. "Oh, how bold of you."

She stretched out her hand, her aura dark and foreboding. "Let me show you the gift I received from the Dimensional Chat. Courtesy of a certain No-Life King…"

Before the fallen angels could strike, Kurumi's shadow expanded, consuming the ground beneath her. From the darkness, countless glowing red eyes appeared, followed by monstrous shadowy figures—her familiars.

"What… what is this?!" one of the fallen angels stammered, their voice trembling.

The shadows lunged at them, dragging them into the abyss one by one. Their screams echoed, but they were muffled, as though swallowed by an endless void.

Kurumi tilted her head, her grin growing wider. "Oh, don't worry. I won't let you die just yet. I want you to feel what true terror tastes like."

One of the fallen angels, desperate, slashed wildly at the shadows, but his attacks were meaningless. The shadowy figures reformed instantly, laughing in distorted voices that sent shivers down his spine.

"You… you monster!" he cried, his voice breaking.

Kurumi chuckled softly, her voice dripping with malice. "Oh, sweetie. Monster? That's far too kind. Let me show you what true horror is."

She raised her hand, and the shadows converged, twisting the bodies of the fallen angels in grotesque and impossible ways before tossing them aside like broken dolls.

Kokabiel's forces, witnessing the scene, froze in terror.

"She's not human!"

"Run! RUN!"

Kurumi stepped forward, her dark aura radiating like a storm. "What's wrong? Weren't you so eager to attack me just a moment ago?" 

"Unbelievable," Ravel murmured under her breath, watching as Kurumi, with just a flick of her wrist, turned the tide in her favor. Her casual command over the terror she invoked seemed almost effortless, as if she was enjoying a game.

Kiyohime's gaze softened, her admiration for her husband's strange taste in allies deepening. "I understand now why Danna-sama captivated by her." She watched as Kurumi toyed with the Fallen Angels, her movements precise and calculated, each one a masterpiece of destruction.

Valiana, unable to hide her awe, spoke in disbelief, "She... is different. Her power isn't just force—it's fear itself." She was trying to process the combination of deadly intent and grace that Kurumi exhibited with every move she made.

Satria, watching from the middle of the battlefield, let out a small chuckle. "You're really showing off now, aren't you?" he remarked, shaking his head in slight amusement.

"Just a little fun," Kurumi replied coolly, never breaking her gaze from her enemies. "Isn't that how a battlefield should be? Fufufu."

Her laughter echoed across the battlefield, chilling everyone who heard it to the bone.

"Leave some of them for me," Artoria said, her tone firm but composed.

"Sure, they're all yours," Kurumi replied with a sly smile as she stepped back, allowing Artoria to take the stage.

Artoria began to move, her steps graceful yet precise, cutting down Kokabiel's minions one by one with her blade. The Fallen Angels tried to retaliate, hurling light spears at her, but they disintegrated upon contact with her, rendered useless against her immense magic resistance.

Xenovia, Irina, and Kiba watched in awe, their disbelief painted across their faces.

"Her swordsmanship... it's beyond human," Xenovia whispered, gripping her sword tightly as she tried to comprehend Artoria's prowess.

"She's cutting through them like they're nothing. Who is she?" Irina asked, her voice tinged with both admiration and confusion.

"She's leagues ahead of us. Her technique... her presence... it's almost divine," Kiba muttered, unable to take his eyes off the battle.

The Fallen Angels were losing morale quickly. One of them managed to retreat to Kokabiel, only to be greeted with a harsh kick from their leader.

"You incompetent fool! How dare you call yourself a Fallen Angel when you crumble before mere humans!" Kokabiel roared, his fury evident.

From the sidelines, Rias observed the scene, her mind racing.

'They're incredibly powerful,' she thought, watching Satria, Kurumi, and Artoria effortlessly dismantle Kokabiel's forces. 'If only I could recruit them to my peerage… But how? What could I possibly offer them?'

Amidst the chaos, Satria called out loudly, his voice cutting through the battlefield.

"Hey, Kukangbiel!"

Kokabiel's head snapped toward him, his expression darkening.

"Don't you dare call me by that name, you insolent human!" Kokabiel snarled, his wings flaring menacingly.

Satria grinned, unfazed by the display. "Oh? Did that bother you? I thought it was a cute nickname. It suits you."

"You dare mock me?! I do not tolerate such disrespect, you damned mortal!" Kokabiel growled, his eyes blazing with fury.

Satria casually waved a hand, his smirk widening. "Oh, relax, Kukangbiel. What's the matter? Are you mad at me? Well, if you're so upset, why don't you stop hiding behind your minions and face me yourself?"

Kokabiel glared, his body trembling with rage.

"Don't tell me… are you scared?" Satria taunted, his tone dripping with mockery. "It's okay. I can't really blame you. After all, I am quite terrifying."

The smug grin on Satria's face was the final straw. Kokabiel's aura flared with intense power, the ground beneath him cracking under the sheer pressure of his rage.

"You arrogant wretch! I'll make you regret every word!" Kokabiel shouted, his voice echoing through the battlefield.

Satria simply shrugged, his grin unwavering. "Well then, come on, Kukangbiel. Show me what you've got."

As Kokabiel continued to seethe with rage, Satria maintained his casual, amused demeanor, as if the entire battle was nothing more than a game. The moment was almost too perfect for him to resist; the fear and frustration swirling in Kokabiel's eyes only fueled his mischievous grin.

"Danna-sama is too much sometimes." Kiyohime watched her husband's antics with a mix of admiration and concern. She always wonder how he could be so playful in the midst of battle, making even their enemies look foolish.

Valiana couldn't help but join in on the fun. "Is he trying to scare Kokabiel? Honestly, it's so cute, I just want to spoil him instead of fight. This is the cutest intimidation tactic I've ever seen."

Kurumi, leaning against a nearby pillar, chuckled softly, watching Satria toy with Kokabiel. "Trying to intimidate him? How adorable. It's almost like watching a cat play with a mouse. He's so cute when he gets like this." Her voice was teasing, but there was a hint of genuine affection in her tone, as if she enjoyed seeing him shine, even if in such a bizarre way.

Kokabiel, his rage boiling over, raised his light sword, ready to strike at Satria. But just as he prepared to move forward, his body suddenly felt... frozen. The ground beneath him seemed to stretch farther away as he involuntarily took a step back instead of charging.

"Huh?" Kokabiel blinked in disbelief, his instincts fighting against whatever was happening to him. He tried to push forward but found himself unable to move as freely as he once had.

Satria, wearing a smirk that could only be described as pure amusement, casually leaned forward, a glint of mockery in his eyes. "Hoo... Instead of coming at me, you decide to back down? Nice decision, Kukangbiel. I didn't know you were so scared of me."

A playful melody began to hum through the air, an ominous track that echoed the power of Satria's antics. Everyone around, from Kokabiel's minions to Rias' peerage, could sense something off, though none could quite pinpoint it.

"Impossible," Kokabiel thought, his mind racing. "I was supposed to be charging at him, not backing away!" He couldn't understand what was happening. One moment he was lunging, the next he was helplessly retreating.

Satria let out a quiet laugh, clearly enjoying the moment. "Hahaha! How about I give you a chance, crow? Take two steps back, and I'll consider you my nakama. What do you think, Kokabiel? Come on, follow me in the path of enlightenment!"

The audacity of the offer was met with stunned silence from everyone present. No one in their right mind would ever ask a being like Kokabiel, a high-ranking fallen angel, to become a subordinate. But Satria was doing just that, effortlessly turning the tables on the once-mighty foe.

Furious, Kokabiel flared his immense wings, releasing an aura so powerful it shook the ground. "Enough!" he bellowed, his fury now directed entirely at Satria. "A brat like you dares to ask me, the Great Kokabiel, to be your subordinate?! You'll pay for this insolence!"

He once again attempted to strike, but to his growing horror, the same thing happened. His body froze mid-motion, forcing him to step back, much to his frustration.

Satria, seeing the now desperate Kokabiel, couldn't contain his laughter. "Oh, I see... Kukangbiel, you really want to join my side, huh? Instead of charging at me, you took another step back. Hahaha! I guess you're just too terrified to face me. It's okay, it's natural. You can admit it."

Kokabiel's face twisted with disbelief. "What… what are you doing to me?!" His eyes darted around, trying to make sense of the situation, but there was no escape. His pride was crumbling as he slowly realized the truth: he was at the mercy of this human, and there was nothing he could do to break free. "This can't be happening. I'm the Great Kokabiel. How could I be afraid of a puny human like you?!"

Satria's grin widened as he leaned in, his voice dripping with mockery. "What's the matter, Kokabiel? Losing your composure? I mean, doesn't one lose their composure when they're afraid? Or is it that deep down, you know you can't defeat me, and your body subconsciously backs down? Hmm? What's it like to feel so powerless?"

In the background, Fatalis, the ever-watchful observer, couldn't help but roll her eyes. "You really enjoy trolling people, don't you, puppy?"

Kokabiel's fury reached a boiling point. "Impossible!" he shouted again, his wings flapping wildly as his power surged. "I'm Kokabiel! I'm not scared of you! Hell will freeze before I submit to a brat like you!"

But it was too late. The truth was out—Kokabiel was already losing, not because he was weaker, but because Satria had already won. The Fallen Angel leader, once a symbol of terror, was now reduced to a trembling figure, questioning his own fear.

The subordinates of Kokabiel, watching in stunned silence, could only look at each other in disbelief. Their once-formidable leader was being dismantled mentally and emotionally by a single human. Their resolve faltered. If their leader was afraid, what chance did they have?

Rias' peerage watched from the sidelines, unable to intervene. For them, this wasn't just a battle—it was the stuff of legend. They knew that their place wasn't to interfere in this clash of titans, but even they couldn't help but marvel at Satria's complete dominance.

Behind the scenes, time itself had been frozen by Satria's power, allowing him to toy with Kokabiel to his heart's content. It wasn't that Kokabiel was weak—it was just that Satria was playing a different game altogether, one where victory was assured before the battle even started.

"What… what are you?" Kokabiel gasped, his voice shaky as he realized the truth—he had no idea what he was facing. How could someone like this exist? "How can someone like you be this strong?"

"Excuse me for a second, troublesome person already here," Valiana said to Kiyohime, sensing Azazel's presence. With a flicker of her power, she teleported to him. "What are you doing here, Azazel?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

Azazel gave a small, knowing smile. "I just wanted to see this interesting human in action," he replied, his voice full of intrigue.

"Hoo... So you're interested in him too, huh?" Valiana teased, playing the fool as she leaned casually against the air.

Azazel's smile widened. "It's not every day I get to see Kokabiel get played like this. Now, show me what you've got, young man," he said, clearly excited to see how this would unfold.

Satria stood tall, his expression changing to one of unshakable seriousness. "You all want to know my real identity, don't you? Because you've proven yourselves worthy opponents, let me reveal my TRUE SELF!" he declared.

A tense silence filled the air. Everyone present turned their full attention to him, their eyes wide with anticipation. They were all dying to know who the man was who had the power to make Kokabiel, one of the strongest Fallen Angels, cower.

Rias couldn't hide her curiosity. "His true self?" she thought. "What could it possibly be?"

Issei was on edge. "So this is it… Shin-san's real identity. This could change everything."

Ddraig felt a surge of excitement. "This is the start of something huge. The supernatural world will never be the same again!"

Koneko bit her lip, watching her senpai closely. "Is he sure about this? Everyone's going to focus on him now."

Kurumi furrowed her brow, sensing the weight of the moment. "This isn't necessary, Darling. There's no need to draw so much attention to yourself."

Azazel, who had been watching quietly, couldn't help but smile. "Hmm... This is interesting. Who are you, young man?" he asked, leaning forward with genuine curiosity.

Valiana stood beside him, her thoughts running in circles. "What's he thinking? He said he didn't want to reveal himself to the world, and now he does this?"

Kiyohime had a worried look on her face. "I have a bad feeling about this," she muttered.

Fatalis, ever the voice of reason, sighed heavily. "No!!! Please stop him. Anyone!!! You're such a stupid little brat!!!"

But it was too late. Satria's body began to glow with an intense, blinding light, radiating power and energy. His form shifted, and a strange costume materialized around him. When the light finally dimmed, Satria stood there, dressed in an outlandish, brightly colored Vaporeon outfit. His stance was dramatic, his hand raised in a heroic pose.

"My name is Shin, the God of Vaporeon, from the Hill of Teletubbies! I am here to defeat EVIL and protect the weak! Prepare yourselves to be defeated by the TRUE Hero of Justice, Kukangbiel!" Satria declared, his voice booming with exaggerated enthusiasm, as though he were auditioning for a role in a children's show.

The entire battlefield went deathly silent for a moment, as everyone struggled to comprehend what they had just witnessed. Kokabiel, his face twisted with disbelief and rage, let out a scream of fury.

"YOU... YOU... AGHHHHH!!! I'll KILL YOU, SHIN!!!" he roared, his wings flapping violently as he charged at Satria, intent on ending this mockery.

To be continued...