Chương 30: Chapter 30: Is This Your King?

My senses were going off like crazy. All of these random devils approach me and introduce themselves before another devil cuts them off and does the same. Rince, repeat. Over and over again. I learned so many names that I definitely won't remember.

Four hours.

That's how long I've spent being hounded by these creatures of the underworld.

More than once did I consider just transforming and blasting this place to fucking oblivion. A peak in the corner of my eye to see a smirking crimson haired man killed any thought of that.

Fucking strong bastard is enjoying my suffering. I honestly wonder why he feels he has to torture me! What did I do!?

"Alright, I believe you all have had plenty of time." A very large man with black hair and violet eyes. His body is completely shredded, and even though I'm taller than him at 195 cm compared to his 194 cm, he has me completely outclassed in muscle. The man looks like a tank!

All of the devils surrounding us looked offended but scattered.

I dropped to one knee in reverence. This man…My savior! I had spent hours getting tortured and he comes and sends them away with a few words!? Not to mention the man has the secret to gains like none other!

"Thank you big brother." My voice was exhausted, but held respect like no one else has seen. Not even my parents would hear such a respectful tone from me.

"Uh…No problem. You know you don't need to bow. I never really cared much for that sort of thing." The man admitted, crossing his massive arms.

I looked down at my own arms and couldn't help but notice that I was lacking the depth he had. I spent all my life lifting weights to look like Lord Arnold himself, and this guy comes along with the body that can win him several Mr Olympias!

"I think I do." I admitted it easily. "You saved me from hours of hounding, and you're the most jacked guy I've met. Please teach me your ways."

"...Right." The man said after a moment. "I'm Sairaorg Bael, Rias' cousin. No need to thank me, I personally hate these kinds of things for the very same reason. As for my gains." He dropped to a knee as he got a closer look at my body. A smirk forming on his face. "Nice."

I paused. Why was he looking at me like that? I looked around us, then back at him and stood back up quickly.

"I don't swing that way."

Sairaorg blinked, then blinked again before his eyes widened. Quickly waving his hands in front of him, a disgusted frown formed.

"No! Why would you think I meant it like that!?"

I raised an eyebrow. The guy totally gave me the look. The only thing it was lacking was him licking his lips.

"You're not a very good liar." I said, crossing my arms.

"I mean it! I meant you have a nice physique for combat! I like fighting strong people so I was giving you a compliment." He barked out. I could tell he was more than a little frustrated.

"Oh. I read that wrong. My bad gang." I said with a sheepish smile.

He looked at me with annoyed eyes before sighing and holding out his hand.

"Isamu Satoru." I said, taking his outstretched hand and gripping it firmly. A frown appeared when he gripped harder.

Any smart man would have simply backed off after someone grabbed your hand so hard. I am no smart man.

I gripped harder.

He gripped even harder.

I activated my [War Aura] and gripped even harder than his even harder grip.

He activated some bullshit gold aura and gripped my hand even harder than my grip that was even harder than his last grip.

We stayed like that, pushing our limits. Locked in a firm handshake, and the one to walk away first was the loser…or the bitch.

I ain't no bitch.

The [Boosted Gear] appeared on my arm as our handshake started making shockwaves that no doubt caught the attention of everyone present.

[BOOST]

The whole time we looked each other in the eyes, learning more about each other than we would have learned through hours of talking. I saw pain, but determination in his powerful gaze and I knew regardless of what happened, this man had my respect.

Still would be my bitch though.

[BOOST]

I felt my strength increased greatly and his grip started to feel weak in mine.

"Why must he do these things?" I heard Rias' voice to my right, but I didn't break eye contact with Sairaorg. I knew he was struggling, but he was really good at not showing it.

His aura increased and now it was perfectly shrouding his body in a brilliant golden light. His grip grew even stronger, and an amused smirk formed on his lips.

[BOOST]

"I believe that's enough." The voice of the bastard Lucifer caught our ears, and I was tempted to continue, but Sairaorg retracted his hands before bowing his head slightly to the Satan.

Dismissing my aura and gear, I looked at the girly looking crimson haired satan who had the audacity to have my hair cut.

"It was quite entertaining though." Zeoticus Gremory said, his wife right beside him.

"Do you have a problem with him, Sairaorg?" Venelana asked in genuine curiosity. There was a small smile tugging at her lips but there was something in her eyes that made me shiver.

"Not at all." He answered casually, before swinging his arm over my shoulder. "In fact, I think we'll get along perfectly."

I couldn't help but smile at that.

"If you teach me how to get as jacked as you, then you'll replace Issei as my best friend…actually, continue existing and you'll probably take that title." I said after a bit of contemplation. Why was I friends with Issei again?

This got a small bit of laughter from the familiar devils and curious glances from the majority.

"Don't fear, Isamu. Your family now, I'll teach you plenty." Sairaorg said with a friendly grin.

"I'm glad you two are getting along." Rias said, walking up to both of us and approaching me. Sairaorg, getting the hint, let go of me and took a step back. Her arms wrapped around my body and her beautiful breasts pressed against my chest. "However I would like to have my fiance to myself for a couple hours at least."

"He's all yours." Sairaorg chuckled.

"Actually."

I sighed hearing his voice. What the fuck does he want now.

"I have to talk to Isamu…alone." Sirzechs Lucifer said with a gentle smile as he looked at Rias.

Rias frowned as she looked at her brother before looking at me.

"You don't have to go if you don't want to." She whispered.

Why the fuck does she think I'm gonna die or something! He just wants to talk…Right?

"I'll be fine." Looking towards Sirzechs I walked to him and stopped just in front of him. My eyes locked on his. "Lead the way, Rias."

Pindrop silence descended on the room as everyone tried to process what I just said.

"Do you think mistaking me for my sister is an insult?" Sirzechs asked with a chuckle.

"You had my hair cut…saying it looked 'girly' you sassy petty sister loving fuck."

The smile on Lucifer's face halted as he looked at me in genuine surprise. I know I probably just killed myself, but I'm not one to keep my thoughts to myself. Especially if someone is antagonizing me.

The rest of the devils except Rias all took several step backs. Looks of varying horror struck their face as they witnessed the strongest devil in existence get insulted.

"You must have a death wish." Sirzechs said, his eyes turning crimson. His aura wasn't leaking out, but I could feel all the power in his body being aimed at me. It was like walking down the street and seeing a sniper with his gun pointed at you.

"[And you must not have a mirror you pansy purse carrying bat.]" Ddraig snarled as my gear flared to life.

"You see…Me personally." I said pointing at my chest, a shit eating grin plastered on my face. "I wouldn't take that level of disrespect from a fucking gauntlet."

By now, Rias was already in front of me and I could tell she was fearing for my life. If this bastard wants to erase me, he can do it and go fuck himself for all I care. I would not spend the next ten thousand years listening to this mother fucker shit talk me like I'm some weak fuck boy.

"Brother, calm down." Rias pleaded before turning to me. "How could you insult him in front of all these people! He's a satan, he can't let the devils see people disrespect him. If he allows you to go unpunished, that would be blatant favoritism!" Rias whispered, although there was a scolding tone to her voice.

"Not my smartest move." I admitted.

"No shit!" Rias whispered back, her anger and concern too clear.

"Worst case scenario, I run." I said before walking over to the visibly calm, yet internally raging satan and patted his shoulder. "So you said you wanted to talk, big bro? Bet let's go." I walked past him and his parents and saw Grayfia giving me a disapproving glare.

I faltered in my step as I felt worry drifting off. Did the beautifully sexy devil actually care about me?

You learn something new everyday.