Was gone for an Exam.
Also I Have a deal for you from 3-8 April I'll be realtively free so from now on 700 Powerstones = One full chapter(2500 words)
Why I'm doing this ? , because I'm sick and tired of none of my stories ever reaching 1k powerstones... like wtf
Also I want to understand the duality that I've seen with same people being down bad for both Femboys and Goth mommys..?
What is the relation...?
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Fury zipped up the body bag, sealing Brock Rumlow inside.
He didn't feel satisfaction—just that it had to be done.
In this world, death wasn't always permanent.
He had seen it too many times—he had lived through it.
Being brought back after dying for an hour does that to a mothefucker..
If Hydra had any way of bringing Rumlow back, Fury would make sure there was nothing left to revive.
He moved through the house with a Geiger counter, carefully cleaning every trace of uranium.
The air still had a sharp chemical smell, a reminder of the toxic mix that had killed Rumlow.
A soft creak at the door made him pause.
Loretta Simmons walked in, wearing a gas mask.
But her movements were different—more confident, more controlled.
Then, her body shifted, skin turning blue as Mystique revealed herself.
She looked around, taking in the scene. "No wonder you destroyed Magneto," she said. "He's strong, but he's nowhere near as thorough as you."
Fury didn't reply.
He focused on picking up the last piece of broken plate, dropping it into a sealed container.
Only then did he turn to her and nod toward a box on the counter.
"The clothes you need," he said.
Inside were his own—his SHIELD uniform, his eyepatch.
She would take his place while he disappeared obviously not as Shield head but "officially" Nick fury was on leave now.
Fury had plans.
With top scientists gathered from different projects, he was about to undergo a physique enhancement program.
A small one compared to other classified experiments, but he was 95% sure it would work.
Fury was about to leave when Mystique spoke up.
"Hey, you're just gonna leave like that?" she asked, arms crossed. "What about my payment?"
Fury frowned. "What payment?"
"Come on, I mean, there has to be something. I'm not working for free."
"You never asked for any payment."
"Well, I just assumed you'd be considerate enough…" She smirked, tilting her head.
Fury exhaled through his nose. "What do you want? No—let me rephrase. What does Magneto want?"
Mystique didn't hesitate. "Juggernaut."
Fury stared at her for a long moment, then silently turned toward the box. "We're not working together," he muttered.
"Okay, okay," Mystique said quickly, sensing she was pushing too far. "We can change it…"
"No." Fury's tone left no room for argument.
Mystique sighed, then placed a hand on the box, keeping it from him. "Fine. Weapon X."
Fury stilled.
"Magneto knows it's still functional," she continued. "He wants it. Give up Weapon X."
Silence stretched between them.
Then, after a moment, Fury exhaled sharply.
"Fine," he said. "You've got a deal. But no more surprise payments."
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Back in the underworld, Koneko lay on the ground, staring up at the dark sky.
Her chest rose and fell with ragged breaths with exhaustion.
Her eyes, once round and soft, had fully shifted into feline slits, glowing faintly.
Her face had matured, losing some of its youthful roundness, and her feline features were now unmistakable—her ears more pronounced, her tail longer and more expressive, her nails sharper.
Along with these changes, her female features, boobs and thighs mainly, had developed noticeably as well, something she hadn't quite processed yet.
It had all happened too fast.
After fainting on the train, she had woken up to find her Nekoshou traits completely out of her control.
Then came the fever.
In just a single day, her body had undergone a rapid, almost unnatural growth spurt.
She had been bedridden, her body wracked with heat as her muscles and magic adapted to something beyond her understanding.
Ajuka and the other doctors had run tests, and the results had shocked everyone.
She was undergoing an unprecedented integration—the complete opposite, yet similar to what stray devils experience.
Her bond with Rias was weakening, not breaking, but loosening.
At the same time, her devil and Nekoshou heritage were becoming something more internalized with each other, something pure.
The result?
Her power had skyrocketed.
In just a day, she had far surpassed Akeno in strength.
Her magic resistance was strong enough to even protect against weaker attacks from Rias Power of Destruction.
She should have been happy.
But she hated it.
It was wrong.
Her own body was slipping from her control, like she was a step away from losing herself completely.
Just like her...
Even though the doctors had reassured her that it wouldn't happen, the fear still clawed at the back of her mind.
A voice pulled her from her thoughts.
"Get up."
She turned her head, her glowing eyes meeting the cool, unreadable gaze of Grayfia Lucifuge.
The silver-haired maid stood a few meters away, her arms crossed, her tone composed yet firm.
"We haven't assessed your full capacity yet," Grayfia continued. "I'd advise you to go all out."
Koneko swallowed thickly, pushing herself up on shaky arms.
Her nails dug into the dirt as she clenched her teeth, trying to steady the surge of energy running through her veins.
She didn't want to.
But she had no choice.
Koneko let out an uncharacteristic growl of frustration, slamming her fist into the ground.
A web of cracks spread instantly, the force of her blow kicking up a dust storm around her.
"I hate this…" she muttered, her voice trembling with anger.
Her golden, slitted eyes flickered crimson as all the frustration she had bottled up came bursting out at once.
Her aura flared, growing wild and unstable.
Grayfia's composed expression faltered just slightly.
Koneko wasn't just radiating power—she was absorbing it, drawing directly from the Underworld itself.
The energy that surrounded her was neither pure demonic power nor pure senjutsu.
It was something entirely new—a fusion of both.
That should have been impossible.
No yokai had ever wielded demonic power this way, let alone fused it with their natural essence.
Before Grayfia could say anything, Koneko moved.
She launched herself forward, but instead of a punch, her outstretched hand formed a spear-like strike.
Her claws darkened to pitch black, surrounded by a swirling purple energy that pulsed with an ominous glow.
Her body was moving on instinct.
During this entire spar, she had always landed on her feet effortlessly.
Her reaction speed was absurd, her flexibility, the way she instinctively balanced her power—it wasn't just experience or training.
It was instinctual.
The way her body absorbed and manipulated this strange, unwanted energy felt like second nature.
She hated it.
Just like she hated this training.
Just like she hated this stupid feeling of losing control.
She wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed and sleep.
And maybe… just maybe, dream about Leo.
I wonder what he's doing right now…?
Grayfia formed a shield of ice just in time to intercept Koneko's strike.
The impact shattered the frozen barrier, sending shards flying in all directions, but before Koneko could retract her hand, the ice reformed around it, trapping her wrist in a vice-like grip.
"Grrr..."
She let out a low growl, her frustration boiling over.
That same purple energy surged from her hand, violently breaking apart the ice in an instant.
But Grayfia was already behind her.
Koneko barely caught the movement in her peripheral vision before Grayfia's fist came hurtling toward the back of her head.
Too fast!
Yet, her body reacted before she even thought about it.
With an unnatural speed, she bent her head to the side at an impossible angle, just narrowly avoiding the strike.
For the briefest moment, their eyes met—Grayfia's calm and calculating, Koneko's burning with frustration.
Without hesitation, Koneko spun on her heel, aiming a kick at Grayfia's midsection.
But before her foot could connect, Grayfia had already moved, effortlessly sidestepping the attack.
Landing smoothly, Grayfia stepped back, pulling out a small paper with a magic circle.
The parchment burned away in an instant, disintegrating into glowing embers.
A summoning…? Koneko thought, momentarily thrown off.
A sudden rush of energy answered her question as for a brief moment a magic circle covered the battle field.
Chains erupted from the ground around her, their ends tipped with razor-sharp spearheads.
Reacting purely on instinct, Koneko leaped high into the air, her body moving before her mind could process it.
The spears struck where she had been standing a heartbeat ago, piercing deep into the earth.
She hovered in the air for a moment, her slitted crimson eyes narrowing as she prepared to counter.
Another set of chains shot toward her from three different directions, converging on her position with pinpoint precision.
Without thinking, Koneko reacted.
Her feet burst with energy, propelling her off the air itself.
A sharp crack echoed as she moved—her speed now even faster as she enhanced her body with that energy.
She didn't stop.
Instinct took over, and she maneuvered through the air by pushing off invisible footholds, using controlled bursts of energy from the soles of her feet to change direction mid-flight.
Grayfia barely had time to raise a defense before Koneko lunged at her, claws flashing.
For the first time, she felt her attack connect—a shallow cut forming on Grayfia's cheek.
A small victory.
But the moment was fleeting.
The moment Koneko's claws grazed Grayfia's cheek, a biting chill surged through the air.
Grayfia didn't even flinch.
Instead, a wave of frost exploded outward from her body, ice creeping up her side like living veins of crystal.
In mere seconds, half of her form was encased in shimmering frost.
Koneko barely had time to react before the world around her turned white.
A mountain of ice erupted from Grayfia, swallowing everything in its path.
The ground cracked and groaned under its sheer weight as an enormous iceberg formed in an instant, dominating the entire field.
And at its heart—Koneko.
Trapped.
Frozen mid-motion.
Her wild energy flickered behind the translucent ice, her expression still locked in a glare of frustration.
Grayfia exhaled, frost escaping her lips like winter's breath.
She reached up, brushing away the thin trail of blood on her cheek.
"That was impressive."
Her silver eyes settled on the frozen warrior before her.
"But still not enough."
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Leo stepped into his inner world, expecting the usual quiet, but instead, he was met with chaos.
Across the vast expanse, Ddraig was locked in a brutal fight.
Or rather, he was getting absolutely obliterated.
Leo's eyes narrowed as he recognized the opponent not by memory but by reading their information —Gabriel.
Not the one from DxD, but a simulated version, likely crafted from Vivi's memory of their battle.
And judging by the way Ddraig had already died over ten times in the past minute, this version of Gabriel wasn't even at full power—just using standard angelic light manipulation and raw physical strength.
She must've seen him fight me and decided to train Ddraig against him.
Before Gabriel could land yet another finishing blow, Leo stepped forward. With a simple motion, he punched through the angel's head like it was paper, shattering his form instantly.
Ddraig, still recovering from his latest death, groaned in relief.
Floating nearby, Vivi appeared, her expression expectant—like a child waiting to be praised.
"I've been filling in the power gaps in your familiar," she said proudly. "I had him train against all lower-ranked angels first before moving up."
Leo chuckled, as he glanced at the dragon.
Poor bastard,he muttered in his mind amused. You always meet the worst possible women for you.
Ddraig only groaned in response.
Still, he turned back to Vivi and gave her an approving nod.
"Yes, it was very… thoughtful of you. I appreciate it."
Leo barely had time to react before Vivi tackled him to the ground, straddling him with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine.
Her face was flushed, but as he got a better look at her, he noticed something else—her usually bright eyes were hollow, dark circles shadowing beneath them.
There was exhaustion there, frustration, maybe even something deeper.
Then, in the background, Ddraig finally managed to sit up, groaning.
"Leo, she is absolutely bon—"
Before he could finish, Vivi flicked a finger, sending the dragon straight to the shadow realm.
Vivi turned back to him, her fingers tightening around his torso, pressing herself against him as she whispered in a tone laced with bitterness.
"Do you know how much it hurt watching you with that disgusting Earth goddess…?" Her voice trembled with restrained emotion. "It was revolting."
Leo blinked.
Wait. She saw that?
"Why would you do that with her but not me…?" she continued, her breath warm against his skin.
"Tell me why...."
"What have I done wrong?"
" Did I not express that I love you?"
Her grip around him tightened even further as she stared straight into his eyes, her face mere centimeters from his own.
The sheer intensity of her emotions, the sheer possessiveness in her voice, made even Leo pause.
Yeah. She absolutely did not express any of that before.
And more importantly—she could see him and Tiamat?
He sighed, dragging a hand down his face.
"First of all," he said, cutting through her rant, "I will not tolerate Tiamat slander."
Vivi froze, her expression twitching.
Leo, meanwhile, was mentally processing the implications.
If she really could see everything, then… yeah.
He could understand this Crashout, as it looked like some messed-up NTR situation.
And honestly? He kind of felt bad.
"But more importantly, why do you not like Tiamat?" Leo asked, watching Vivi carefully.
She scoffed, her answer immediate. "I hate her. She reminds me of Gaia, and I'm 100% sure she'll betray you like her."
Leo exhaled through his nose. Ah. Trust issues.
This wasn't exactly new to him.
He'd been aware of Vivi's feelings—her obsessive loyalty.
Her fear of abandonment, the way she viewed him as the one unshakable constant in her world.
Unlike last situation with Tiamat
This rime leo was at an advantage.
He had experience dealing with this kind of personality before.
Hell, it was how he died back then.
But that was a story for another time.
Right now, he focused on the present—on Vivi, on the dark circles under her eyes, the quiet desperation in the way she clung to him.
It hurt to see her like this.
So, without another word, he pulled her down and kissed her.
A simple act. A way to ground her, to calm her down.
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Leo is a Bastard...?
Power Stones and Reviews please