Highschool DxD : Actually Satan

Don't Sue me please..

Have some Aizen pics..

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Also some actions might get confusing so don't abandon the chapter midway..

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None of them spoke a word, their eyes locked onto Hikaru, who chuckled lightly.

"Come on, guys, don't be so cold. I'm feeling a little left out here," he said, grinning.

Leo's eyes gleamed as he analyzed Hikaru.

"You're too weak to be associated with the Eldritch Apostles," he said flatly.

The comment clearly struck a nerve.

Hikaru's expression shifted, his smirk twitching slightly.

"And how would you know that?" he said, his voice carrying a slight edge. "You couldn't even react to my attack."

Yet, despite his words, he didn't move.

Aizen stepped forward, eyes sharp. "So why aren't you attacking, then?"

Hikaru shrugged. "Why would I? Your group is clearly weaker than the last one. At least they could react to my attacks—though, ultimately, they still died."

Aizen's gaze didn't waver.

"Oh? Is that true?" he asked, his tone almost mocking. "Or are you just incapable of attacking because your skill is reaction-based?"

That hit deep.

Hikaru's expression twisted in visceral anger, his voice dropping into a low, unnatural growl.

"You aren't worth the effort," he spat. "I never should've taken this damn mission."

As he spoke, his body morphed.

From the stump of his missing right hand, tentacles burst forth, writhing and curling in disturbing patterns.

Small, bloodshot eyes blinked open along the lengths of the tendrils, each one filled with malicious glee.

The empty socket where his left eye had once been began to bulge, forming more eyes that glowed with an otherworldly light.

His skin rippled and bubbled, and his bones cracked as his body contorted.

Miniature faces—sneering, mocking, hungry— appeared within the mass of tentacles, their mouths moving in a horrific chorus of whispers and jeers.

The ground beneath him trembled, the grass withering away as the air grew heavy, tainted by the sheer wrongness of his transformation.

Leo's fist shot forward, aimed to crush Hikaru before he could move.

But before the impact could land—

—Leo was split in two.

It happened in an instant. One moment, Leo was whole; the next, his body was cleaved apart at the waist, his upper half still moving forward before collapsing.

Hikaru's tentacle-laden hand shot forward, ready to crush Leo's head like a grape.

But before it could land—

A blinding beam of pure energy erupted.

It was Tiamat.

The raw force of her attack tore through the air, forcing Hikaru to back away immediately. His instincts screamed at him to not engage with her.

She was out of his league.

Still, his eyes narrowed as he observed Leo.

He was strong. Very strong. But something was off.

Why wasn't he reacting properly?

With the power he held, he should've been able to dodge at least some of those attacks. But instead, he was getting ripped apart like a low-tier warrior.

No matter.

If anything, this was a blessing.

Hikaru and his allies had barely survived the last group sent by the Multiversal Charter. 97% of their forces had been wiped out.

That battle had been hell. They had escaped by the skin of their teeth.

But this?

This was easy.

A breath of fresh air.

Hikaru vanished in a blur.

And then—

Hope's heart was crushed.

His eldritch hand, infused with the Gift of the Corrupted Space, pierced through her chest, shattering her heart in a single motion.

Hope gasped.

Blood poured from her lips as her body convulsed.

Her eyes widened, filled with shock and pain, before the light left them.

She was dead.

For a moment, there was only silence.

Then—

"NOOOOO!!"

Tiamat's scream shook the very fabric of reality.

It was a cry of despair.

Of fury. Of a mother's wrath.

The ground around her twisted and transformed, shifting into a churning sea of life.

Her aura exploded, amplified to an unimaginable extreme.

The air thickened.

The sky trembled.

The world itself seemed to cry out in fear.

Aizen took this moment to attack.

"Hado #99: Goryūtenmetsu!"

A torrent of five colossal dragons formed,crackling with pure destructive force.

They roared as they lunged at Hikaru, their sheer pressure warping space itself.

But— Hikaru dodged.

Twisting his body in ways that should be impossible, he slipped through the gaps of the attack.

And in the next instant—

He appeared behind Aizen, his eldritch hand transforming into a blade swinging for Aizen's neck.

The attack was perfect. Aizen was wide open.

The blade descended.

It should have decapitated him.

But it didn't.

Instead, Hikaru's strike slowed.

Unnaturally slow.

Like something was holding it back.

Aizen turned his gaze toward Hikaru, his expression cold.

"Leo is right about something Hikaru ,You are unbelievably WEAK."

And then Hikaru's world shattered.

Not metaphorically.

Literally.

The air around him cracked, like a mirror being fractured into a million pieces.

He could see it. Feel it.

The battlefield—the dirt, the sky, the wind—all of it was splitting apart, revealing something beneath.

A void.

A void filled with endless mirrors, each one reflecting twisted versions of himself.

And then— His body felt wrong.

He looked down and saw himself in a mirror.

Torn in half.

His upper torso hanging on by mere threads of flesh.

His heart—crushed.

His eldritch bladed hand— poised dangerously close to his own throat.

This isn't real.

This can't be real.

A shiver ran down Hikaru's spine as his eyes widened in horror.

Then—

A cold realization hit him...

"Illusion..." he barely managed to whisper."Since when?!"

His throat was dry. His eyes darted wildly, trying to understand.

Then, he felt it.

Aizen's presence.

Hikaru turned— And froze.

Aizen stood there, calm as ever, his sclera turned deep purple.

And on his forehead—

A third eye had opened.

Aizen spoke.

"You've been under the effect of my Bankai the moment you made eye contact with me."

Hikaru's stomach dropped.He tried to move.

Tried to speak.

Tried to fight.

But his body didn't listen.

The moment their gazes met, Hikaru felt it.

Overwhelming dread.

He tried to move—

But his body wouldn't listen.

"No... No, no, no, NO!"

Hikaru screamed, struggling, fighting against the inevitable.

But it was pointless.

His own body was betraying him.

He had slashed himself apart.

Crushed his own heart.

And now—

His eldritch bladed hand was pressed against his own throat.

His legs shook. His mind reeled.

Aizen didn't even spare him a glance.

He simply turned away.

And spoke.

"You should kill yourself."

His arm twitched—

And suddenly—

Pain.

Searing, agonizing pain.

His bladed hand moved on its own slowly agonizingly.

No— He was moving it.

He was attacking himself.

The command sank into Hikaru's very soul.

And then—

SHLICK.

His own eldritch hand, still thrumming with corrupt energy, separated his head from his body.

He tried to scream for help using magic.

But no one listened.

No one cared.

The last thing Hikaru saw—

Was Aizen walking away.

As if he had never been a threat to begin with.

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"Well, that was easy," Leo commented lazily, sitting back as he watched Aizen force Hikaru to tear himself apart in his illusion.

Leo had stepped aside after his arm had been mangled beyond recognition, and he had shattered Aizen's Hado 90 to save Hope.

But from that moment on, Hikaru had fallen into the inescapable web of Aizen's Bankai.

Yes—Bankai.

Because Aizen's Shikai was always active passively.

Still, Leo wasn't one to take chances. He checked with the system.

[Confirming elimination...]

A small pause.

[Confirmed. 1/3 Target {Hikaru} is dead.]

But something unnatural followed.

Hikaru's corpse did not remain a corpse.

Instead, it twisted and burst apart, transforming into a writhing mass of tentacles and grotesque, malformed faces— the man had never been human in the first place.

"No worries Aizen I'll Handle that",leo said watching Aizen unable to crush them with his reiatsu.

Leo barely spared the disgusting heap another glance and realzed that was probably some eldritch monster trying to manifest before shifting his attention to Tiamat.

She was currently soaking Hope and Fury in a diluted, impure version of the Sea of Life—the very substance that formed the foundation of existence itself.

Of course, Leo had mixed his own essence into it.

He wasn't about to let them evolve without his influence.

He looked back at Hikaru's squirming, pulsing remains.

"I'm gonna borrow a strand of your hair," he said to Tiamat.

She didn't object."okay.."

Leo took the blue strand, feeling the raw primordial power within it, and began chanting.

The plan was to use the fact that Tiamat is "the first to be born into the World."

She was the one born right after genesis and had Mysteries that could only be enacted in primordial era.

His voice reverberated through the world as he chanted in the instincive language gained from the seed of Satan.

"Vorkai zhal'mekh, dornis vel quth,"

(Before light was shaped, before the sky was named,)

"Zaer goth'ma nulthas drak'zen,"

(Before the first flame, before the first breath,)

"Karesh fahn di'voros, ulthos krein,"

(In the abyss where time held no throne, where existence was still a dream,)

"Na'zoth bel'kuth renai—"

(Return now to the void's embrace—)

"Velzith or'mekh, drelvahn su'kai."

(Unmake, unravel, descend into nothingness.)

"Tzathai dur'kai,"

(The First rewind)

"Morthas vel'diun,"

(The moment of Zero ,)

"Or'zen kreth ulthash na'duin."

(Where no life may walk, where no form may stand.)

"Bael'thros vah'kren Kai'Zor—"

(By the will of the Morningstar —)

"Dra'voth en'krai!"

(Let all things be unmade!)

Despite the chant being long the incantation was done almost instantaneously from the prespective of someone who couldn't couldn't understand the Language.

It appeared like when he spoke a glitch occured and he spoke incredibly fast.

The strand of Tiamat's hair coiled around his arm like a living serpent, pulsing with Divinity.

Leo was invoking a concept beyond destruction.

Concept of Genesis

This was not an attack that simply erased something.

This was a return to the time before something could exist in the first place.

It was a standard EA rip off without the equivalent firepower.

Leo was forcing the environment around him to remember the era before it had formed—before life could even be conceived.

It was a forced regression to the earliest, most inhospitable state of being.

Since he also had authority over Venus by virtue of the concept of Morningstar.

He used a concept drawn from Venus, the hellish planet of fire and acid storms, where even metal melts under the crushing weight of an atmosphere that rejects all organic life.

It invoked the memory of a time before Venus itself had just formed

When planets had just taken shape.

When atmospheres had began forming.

Before even the first flicker of stability in the primordial chaos came about.

Leo was returning this small area of reality to that absolute beginning.

Where there was no heat.

No cold.

No Heat.

No space.

No possibility for life to take root.

An anti-existence attack.

It would not burn Hikaru's remains.

It would not destroy them.

It would make it so that they had never existed in the first place.

The blue strand of Tiamat's hair glowed brighter, wrapping fully around Leo's arm like a chain of divine authority.

In response, the air trembled.

The world itself began to recoil.

A sphere of emptiness, so deep it rejected the very concept of existence, formed in front of Leo's outstretched hand.

The system immediately triggered a warning.

[WARNING: Neo Genesis is invoking a Class-1 Regression. Proceeding will overwrite all localized causality.]

[Administrator consent required....]

[Permission granted in lieu of minimal area of effect..]

Leo smirked.

Perfect.

"Vel'Kai Zor'Mekh"

(Neo Genesis)

And with that, he released the attack.

The writhing mass of tentacles froze, an unnatural stillness overtaking them as if some instinct—something buried deep within even their eldritch existence—screamed in warning.

The world around Leo twisted in response.

The air grew thin, devoid of warmth, devoid of breath.

The grass curled inward and crumbled to dust, the soil blackened as the concept of life itself recoiled.

The very memory of existence in that space began to erode, as if history itself was being rewritten to exclude it.

Aizen let out a low whistle, stepping back instinctively.

Every fiber of his being—felt an overwhelming sense of dread.

Whatever Leo was doing, it was wrong on a fundamental level, an affront to the nature of reality itself.

Then, without warning— a blinding flash.

For an instant, there was no color, no shape, no sound.

And in the next moment—

The general direction where the tentacled mass had been was simply gone.

Not destroyed. Not obliterated.

Just— removed.

A vast, empty void stretched where solid ground once stood, a hole in existence itself.

There was no heat from an explosion, no debris left behind.

Even the concept of that place had been erased, rewritten into the memory of the universe as if it had never been there to begin with.

Leo exhaled slowly, shaking his head. "Yeah," he muttered to himself. "That'll do."

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