Before we dive into the unfolding events, it's important to understand the foundation of the world Issei inhabits. Issei Hyoudou, once an ordinary and perverted high school student, had his life turned upside down after being killed by a fallen angel. He was resurrected as a devil by Rias Gremory, a high-ranking noble of the Gremory Clan and his current master. Rias is a crimson-haired beauty known for her elegance, strength, and kind heart. Alongside Rias, Issei bonded with Akeno Himejima, Rias' Queen, who exuded a graceful yet sadistic charm. Koneko Toujou, the petite and stoic Rook, and Yuuto Kiba, the handsome and loyal Knight, also became part of Issei's newfound family.
Later, Issei met Azazel, the Governor General of the Fallen Angels. Despite Azazel's origins, he was more of a researcher and a peacemaker, fascinated by Sacred Gears and the potential they held. Azazel became a mentor figure for Issei, helping him understand and enhance the power of his Boosted Gear. Their bond was built on mutual respect and a shared curiosity for power and growth.
With these relationships firmly in place, Issei's life, though chaotic, was one of growing strength, camaraderie, and dreams of becoming a Harem King.
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The aftermath of Amon's exposure left the Occult Research Club shaken. The candle-lit room still flickered ominously, casting long shadows over their tense faces.
"I can't believe it... that thing was inside me," Issei muttered, clutching his chest where he once felt the parasitic presence gnawing at his soul.
Rias placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "It's gone now, Issei. Thanks to Azazel."
Azazel stood by the window, his gaze distant. He turned to the group, his golden eyes serious. "That wasn't just any parasite. That was Amon—the Error."
The room fell into a stunned silence.
"Amon?" Kiba asked cautiously.
Azazel nodded. "He's an ancient being, born alongside Michael himself. One of Yahweh's first creations. An archangel who managed to deceive even Yahweh. After Yahweh's disappearance, Amon fell, not out of rebellion like Lucifer, but out of the nature of his existence."
Akeno narrowed her eyes. "But why would he target Issei?"
"Because of Issei's Sacred Gear," Azazel explained. "The Boosted Gear contains immense potential. Amon thrives by stealing fate, consuming possibilities. A Sacred Gear like Issei's would make him near unstoppable."
Issei gulped, feeling the weight of his situation.
"So... what now?" Koneko asked, her usual calm voice tinged with concern.
"Now, we prepare," Azazel said grimly. "Amon is cunning. He doesn't move without purpose. If he's here, it's not just to steal one Sacred Gear."
Outside, dark clouds began to gather over Kuoh Academy, as if the heavens themselves sensed the brewing storm.
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Elsewhere, in the depths of a forgotten dimension, Amon materialized. His monocle gleamed under the eerie light, his black and white robe fluttering as if alive.
"So close," Amon mused, adjusting his monocle. "Azazel... you truly have grown."
A translucent flame hovered before him, showing images of Issei, Rias, and the others.
"The children of this era... so easily molded, yet so fiercely protected. Intriguing."
Amon smiled, a chill running through the empty realm.
"No matter. I have waited eons. A minor setback changes nothing."
Behind him, a thousand translucent eyes blinked into existence, each one a stolen fate, a stolen future. Amon would not be denied.
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Back at the clubroom, strategies were already forming.
"We can't face him head-on," Azazel said. "Amon is not a brute force enemy. He's a deceiver, a manipulator."
"Then what do we do?" Issei asked.
"We watch. We wait. And we prepare countermeasures," Azazel replied. "Knowledge is our weapon."
Rias nodded. "We'll strengthen our defenses and stay vigilant."
Issei clenched his fists. "I won't let him control me again."
Akeno smiled softly. "Of course not, Issei-kun. We'll protect you."
In that moment, their bonds, forged through trials and battles, grew even stronger. They would face this new threat together, as a family.
But in the shadows, Amon watched and waited, his schemes deeper than anyone could fathom.
The true game had only just begun.