Dxd: A demon Among Devils-Chapter 28: []:Kiba-san

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"To be honest," the devil said when they both reached their respective places, "I'm fired up from watching you and Kiba-san fight. You are strong, Arisato-san, and I want to be as strong as you."

He inclined his head slightly at this praise.

"Which is why we need your strength in Buchou's peerage!" the boy clenched a hand into a fist, "And if that means I have to fight you to have it, then so be it! I won't have any regrets!"

That sounded suitably heroic.

He raised a palm, and beckoned with his fingers. The universal gesture to begin.

"I'm not going to hold back, Arisato-san," Issei said seriously, and then the surge of energy was there, enveloping the devil's body, suffusing the boy with waves of power.

Boosted Gear appeared, red gauntlet segmented with spiked plate. The green jewel shone in its middle, surrounded by silver digits that were more talon than finger. A dragon's claw was what it looked like, had it been sheathed in crimson metal. He had seen this before, in the student council room, where Issei had first shown him proof that Sacred Gears existed. Even then, he had sensed the draconic power emitting from the weapon, the growling being that was trapped in the gauntlet, powering it with its unnatural strength.

He had been curious, but had resigned himself to never knowing the answer to that particular puzzle. It was Issei's Gear after all, and he was not one to pry. Now it appeared he was about to get a first-hand look.

His lips twitched, threatening to smile again. Fate was strange like that sometimes.

If a dragon was what he was up against, then he would summon a similar beast to fight it.

Othrus came to the forefront of his mind, the snarling, two-headed dog of Greek mythology. The Hound of Geryon was just as vicious if not more so, and with its poisoned fangs and venomous breath, there were few that could stand before it.

"Boost!" and then Issei's voice rang out and Othrus was discarded, deemed too weak to face this fresh surge of strength.

He frowned. So this was how Sacred Gears worked. Sona had given him a decent description of 'Boosting', as the devils called it, but seeing it happening in the flesh was a different matter entirely. He could feel the power in Issei's body multiplying at a prodigious rate, becoming stronger with every passing second. It put complications into his battle plan, but complications were things he was used to overcoming.

If Othrus would not do, then Valkyrie would. The beautiful war-maidens of Nordic lore were warriors without peer. They rode the finest steeds granted to them by Odin himself, and their blades had tasted the blood of drake-kind before. The Persona rose in his mind, her features set in bronze, ready to be summoned. And then Issei's voice rang out once more and she too, was discarded.

"Boost!"

Zouchouten, Defender of Law in Buddhist faith, Guardian of the South, bowed in his mind. Capable of summoning mythical beasts to defend the faithful, it had the power to split mountains and hurl bolts of lightning from its hands. This one would have to do.

"Boost!"

And then it too was discarded, sinking into the depths of his conscience as a new Persona took its place.

Rakshasa, armored demon of Hindu lore, crawled into his mind. It and its kind had once been wicked humans before being reincarnated into their current forms, crimson avatars of malice that ate the flesh of the beings they once had been. The Persona crossed its twin scimitars in a menacing gesture and he could feel the demon's unholy hunger, secreting from underneath the horned mask it wore.

"Boost!"

Now this was getting obscene.

Rakasha disappeared, and for an instant he groped at nothing. Inwardly he marveled at the power of Issei's Gear. Its ability to boost was actually overtaking his ability to call for different Personas. He had gravely misjudged the boy's strength. If there was a Wild Card amongst Sacred Gears, then Boosted Gear was definitely it.

And then he felt the surge in his conscience, the power that was a Persona breaking through to the surface, demanding to be unleashed.

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The voice that snaked into his mind was ragged and guttural, filled with snarling malevolence, anchored by a throat that once had expelled molten streams of fire onto screaming men and left them as charred corpses in scorched armor.

The urge to smile was there. He refused it. It was not within his nature to gloat.

The slight nod of his head was all the Persona needed and then he could feel the wave of power, the great tide of strength that rushed forth as he allowed the unbroken dam that was his conscience to shatter.

It did not manifest, and for a second he was confused. Then he looked down, and the urge to smile came again.

Dark steel wrapped around his hand in a glove, a gauntlet of black metal with bronze claws for fingers. He flexed them, and each responded, the curved talons clacking methodically as they were exercised. Segmented armor pushed upwards, chitinous plates that crawled up his forearm and fastened to his flesh like a sheathe. He turned the completed weapon around, and there, on the back of his palm, a blood-red jewel gleamed, contrasting sharply with the emerald green of his opponent.

He was not surprised it could do this. He was surprised it had chosen this manner to appear.

But then again dragons had always been prideful creatures, and when they challenged their opponents they made sure the fight was always on equal grounds. And the strongest among them, the most powerful ones, had been shapeshifters and bodychangers, and legends were filled with dragons taking the forms of handsome men, beautiful women, and sometimes, dangerous weapons.

He lifted the False Gear up, the perfect imitation of Issei's Boosted Gear down to the very last detail, and looked into their stunned faces.

And he hadn't even needed a Nihil weapon to make it.

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