A Cliché Multiverse Story

Minutes turned into hours.

Hours turned into a day.??

However, the intensity of the destruction only increased. The upper-tier power of the world shook the Underworld with their clash. We were lucky that the battle only moved in our opposite direction.

Ddraig suffered only so-so injuries. But Albion's celestial white scales were cracked in places, oozing out gallons of blood. I noticed a really really really strange thing. Albion tanked every strong attack for Ddraig, resulting in its current pitiful state.

I don't like where this is going.

(My love, what you thought is true...)

'Fuck. Ddraig having a sharp voice and Albion getting angry for Ddraig wasn't a coincidence.'

(Yes… Y Ddraig Goch, one of the two Heavenly Dragons, is a... female.)

'How?!'

(You know people's fantasies for genderbender… many people envisioned Ddraig's female version as a perfect waifu for Issei…)

'Are you talking about… fanfictions of High school DxD?'

(Unn.)

Fuck…

Grayfia watched everything playing out calmly. Her initial enthusiasm had died down and now she only wished for this to end quickly.

"Grayfia, are you sleepy? You can borrow my lap."

She shook her head. "No. I am fine like this."

She had pushed me from her lap after two hours. But the feeling remained firm inside me.

She noticed my glance at her thighs and frowned. "Please be serious until this fight ends… I promise to give you another lap pillow."

"Oh… sure."

Assuming my most serious face, I took a bite out of the juicy chicken leg.

(My love, how is my cooking?)

'You cooked it? How?'

(I created the materials with your KP and tried tinkering with them here.)

'Sweet. It's so crispy.'

Eating while watching a fight of two heavyweights cooled my head with a bucket of water. Ddraig was at fricking Level 389, Albion at 380, even the Maous were about Level 188 to 199. While mine was Level 24.

(My love can level up more in the dungeon since every monster there is made of energy far higher than undead.)

'Alright.'

"The Dragons are slowing down," Grayfia said. "But God and others are still holding on."

Though I knew the result of this battle. Ddraig and Albion could still go into rage mode. Even a Dragon King like Fafnir almost killed the Super Devil Rizevim in rage mode. Only Gods know what a Heavenly Dragon could achieve in that mode. Maybe fight Shiva, the God of Destruction, on equal terms?

"They should kill Albion first." I gave my opinion. "He will fly into a rage if Ddraig is killed first."

"What stops Ddraig from raging over Albion?"

"Eh? Would they be fighting if she liked Albion?"

"She could just be…" Grayfia paused and averted her gaze.

Suspicious.

"Anyway, they should finish this quick, or the Dragons' rage won't be easy on anyone here."

"Exactly. I am sure God knows what he is doing."

Because God knows everything.

"He doesn't know everything," Grayfia retorted. "Or he wouldn't have committed those atrocities."

God was a sinner himself.

As the fight continued, we idly chatted.

—x—x—x—

Five hours later.

The worst didn't come as Albion collapsed on the bloody plains; Ddraig followed him soon after. I forgot that these two were battle maniacs. Living and dying for battle came first before their own lives. God just waved his hand and the dragons vanished. Lucifer lost his right hand but the fiendish grin on his face showed his happiness.

Seraphs dragged their tired bodies to Heaven. Azazel and I both watched Gabriel's booty as she flew away.

"They really killed the legendary Heavenly Dragons," Grayfia whispered, revealing a smile. "You were right."

"I am never wrong."

"How does that old man die? He is so strong to keep the White Dragon Emperor busy on his own."

"He is exhausted after a certain event."

Grayfia frowned. "What event?"

"Believe me, you don't want to know."

God sealed Trihexa, or whatever its title was. The ritual had left him exhausted. Today's fight seeped out all of his energy. No wonder he died against the Maous in the future.

I threw everything back in my ring and took Grayfia's hand. "The show is over. Let's return."

Grayfia gave a last look at God and others and nodded, not taking back her hand. I reluctantly let go of her hand and summoned my wings. Phenex's fire contained the Life and Light Element, a natural counter to Grayfia's devil lineage.

We sneaked back into her room.

Grayfia plopped on the bed. "Now… what? Maous will return and give me an appropriate punishment to make an example out of people intending to rebel against them."

I remained silent, listening to her troubles.

"Say Asahi. If I go with you now, can I return here?"

"Of course you can. I am not keeping you bound to me all the time. You are free to return whenever you want, you just have to ask me."

Grayfia sighed and a serious glint shone in her eyes. "Give me one more day. I want to… meet my mother."

Mother? I never met someone resembling her in the entire mansion. I nodded at her then talked to Nee-san and other girls for the better part of the day. Nao's delay in thoughts made me chuckle. She was clumsy like always.

—x—x—x—

The next day.

Grayfia activated stealth and led me to the basement. She peeked out of the door then pointed at the giant silver magic circle drawn on the floor.

"Stand there."

"Yes, Ma'm."

She stood beside me and the magic circle suddenly shone.

Before I knew it, the circle teleported us to a dim room.

"Follow me."

The ancient-looking walls outside made the hallway something similar to a crypt. Grayfia climbed the stairs and unlocked a door. Passing the door, a beautiful garden greeted me. A tombstone was erected in the center with some symbols drawn on it.

Devils also buried their lost ones?

Grayfia kneeled before the grave.

I could only pat her shoulder while she grieved in silence.

"I am sure she is happy in Heaven."

Devils also went to Heaven, at least Cleria Belial did.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

As someone who never saw the face of his real mother, I envied her a bit. My bitchy stepmom was no better than my siblings aiming to send me packing from the Heir's position.

I sighed at the good ol' times. I am a family man now, or at least I hope I am.

"Asahi, wait here… for a minute."

Grayfia dragged her over to the door and vanished.

What was my future maid planning now?