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On The Bench (AOT/DxD)

Advance
Akeno hadn't understood the fear of the Titans.

She heard about it and the reasons for it. Even understood it, on an intellectual level.

She saw the shadow of that fear in Mikasa Akerman's gaze when she talked about them, even decades later.

She had even seen the illusionary image of the Attack Titan, both in miniature and life-size.

But… she'd seen bigger.

It wasn't even a lewd joke.

Fifteen meters simply wasn't that large on a supernatural scale. Tannin was just as big, and he occasionally visited the Gremory estate.

And Titans lacked magic. The power that was the true measure of the strong in her world.

That invisible pressure which weighed down on body and soul when in the presence of Ultimate class devils. She'd known it in her father, in Sirzechs, in Grafiya, and in their Peerages.

Compared to the people she saw every day, something that was just a bigger human didn't seem scary.

Sairaorg was intimidating.

Loki had been terrifying.

But… Titans simply weren't. Not when Akeno had been able to fly before she could walk and could rain lightning down from the safety of the sky.

Oh, she was very aware of the power Eren held.

…He had killed Issei, after all. The strongest of the Gremory Peerage.

But that came from Senjutsu, Ophis' power, and Boosted Gear.

Sure, they enhanced his Shifter powers already present, but Akeno had simply not been afraid of 'Titans,' just 'Eren.'

The last few hours since Issei's death had given Akeno a taste of what living in Eren's world had been like.

Both inside the Walls and outside Paradis Island.

It was a choking thing, the fear.

To stare at the horizon and know that giant monsters could appear from beyond the mountains at any second to kill you and destroy everything you know…

Well, she could understand why living like that your entire life could drive some humans mad.

Still, it was a fear of the unknown, of a threat that might come for you, not of Titans themselves.

It was a vague fear, almost hazy and undefined. It simply blended into the confused mélange and surreality of the hours after finding Issei dead.

It all seemed like an ill-conceived nightmare.

As if any second, Akeno could wake up in Hyoudou Residence, get dressed for school, tease Issei and Asia about their no doubt wholesome sex, and then go to school. Maybe spend lunch with Eren on the bench.

Seeing Agreas appear from the mist in the distance was just a continuation of the unrealistic nightmare. Like her mind told her, 'This happened, and then this, and this too. Oh, why not have a city teleport itself while we're at it?'

Akeno Himejima had time to notice the confusion around her, and a small part of her mind noted Sona's pallor before she heard it.

The roar of a Titan.

The only Titan in this world.

Agreas, the massive floating city that housed tens of thousands of devils, exploded.

It was like a sun appeared.

High in the sky and tens of kilometres away, yet the shockwave still bowled everyone without cover.

The young, weak, and infirm were rendered unconscious as the equivalent of a nuclear weapon went off in the Underworld within sight of the capital.

Most of the heat from the explosion was dispersed long before it reached the refugees outside Lillith's walls, but the temperature rose noticeably.

Akeno couldn't hear anything. The explosion had deafened her.

Akeno couldn't see anything. The explosion had blinded her.

But Akeno could still feel.

Feel the ground shake.

Knocked on her back against the ground, Akeno felt a vibration in the earth.

Then another.

And another.

She scrambled to her feet, not hurt but disoriented, blinking and rubbing her eyes to regain her vision.

It came much quicker than for a human, but Akeno didn't believe her eyes at first.

It had to be leftover retina damage. An imprint on her eyes from the explosion.

There was no way THAT was real.

But it was.

Akeno Himejima got her first true look at a Titan.

Large.

Huge.

Massive.

Gargantuan.

Colossal.

Terrifying.

Hundreds of meters tall, it dominated the horizon like a red god.

A monstrous one with all its skin flayed, bony rips poking out from red muscle and a jaw more fitting for a Stray Devil than anything human.

Akeno finally understood the fear of Titans.

Compared to THAT, what were they?

Prey to be consumed.

Insects waiting to be squashed.

There was something inherently terrifying about being so small. The survival instinct of all living beings told you that just being near such a being was deadly.

A twitch of a muscle, a brush against an arm, a misstep, or a moment of carelessness from something so big was enough to kill you.

Even if something wasn't malicious, the size difference alone meant they were different categories of beings.

Did one notice all the ants in the grass or pavement they crushed every day? The errant fly that gets instinctually swatted?

No.

And this Titan wasn't just large. It was malicious. It wanted to destroy everything.

It was Eren.

Akeno knew it with the certainty of her own name.

The long dark hair. The cheekbones. The structure of that demented, jagged jaw.

It was definitely, unmistakably, Eren.

There was only one difference from the boy on the bench.

Those burning green eyes differed significantly from the empty grey ones Akeno knew.

Like a pyre of emeralds, they burned as they glared at the Underworld's capital.

In that malevolent green, Akeno saw all the rage, the pain, the vengeance that had driven a boy to stomp his world flat.

And those green eyes were trained directly on them.

Behind Eren, the last burning remnants of Agreas fell to the ground.

Eren advanced, stepping forward in a stride that covered a mountain.

The Underworld shook as his foot fell.

People were screaming. It was hard to hear over the ringing of her ears, but Akeno started to notice. Began to realize that the mass of devilkind was fleeing away from the advancing giant.

Then she noticed something else.

The crackle of lightning.

The familiar sound took on a horrific meaning when Akeno noticed it.

In front of the refugee camp, barely ten meters from the fleeing, screaming civilians, more minor explosions went off.

As the lightning faded, a tide of smaller white Titans attacked.

********

The Underworld shook with a mighty rumbling BOOM as Eren stepped closer to the capital.

Very few had the luxury of paying him attention.

Rias Gremory was the first to kill one of the Titans.

It wasn't that she was more prepared for the appearance of the giants, ranging from five to twenty meters tall. She just happened to be in the right place, the outside of the crowd of people facing where Agreas had appeared, at the right time.

She, like many, had been knocked from her feet by the initial explosion but had regained her position as Eren took his first steps toward them. She had watched the Titans form and, without even thinking about it, destroyed five with concentrated beams of her Power of Destruction.

BOOM.

The screaming started right as hundreds of Titans launched themselves forward, half seeming to veer toward her direction.

Seeing so many giant monsters bearing down on her, the smallest of which was three times her size and the largest over ten times, Rias immediately took to the air on her wings, launching high enough not to be within reach.

It didn't stop the Titans from launching themselves at her former position, arms grasping, teeth chomping, bulbous eyes searching for her.

A large ball of Destruction tore through them all, killing a handful and tearing great gouges in others.

BOOM.

A large one, fifteen meters at least, zeroed its attention on the source of the attack. It jumped, launching itself into the air with mouth agape to try and swallow Rias whole.

It would have missed by a good ten meters, as Rias had already repositioned for another attack, but it never made it back down to the ground as a gold gauntlet-clad fist smashed into its skull at its apex.

There was enough force in the blow to completely pulp the top half of the Titan, sending a rain of blood and flesh to the ground below.

BOOM.

"What are these things?" Sairaorg Bael asked grimly.

Clad in the golden armour of Regulus Nemea, he flew closer to the ground and unleashed a barrage of punches on a rotund Titan that severed its torso from its legs.

"TITANS!" Rias yelled as loudly as she could, seeing other defenders separate themselves from the fleeing, screaming civilians. "TO KILL THEM YOU NEED TO DESTROY THE BASE OF THE SKULL! OR THEY'LL REGENERATE!"

BOOM.

Her words were heard, thankfully, as she saw both Sairaorg and Seekavira's Peerages start to coordinate better, aiming for the weak spot.

Rias needed to heed her own advice, as those she injured with her first blast were already regrowing their limbs and launching themselves at anybody they could see.

People were running, flying, and screaming as they desperately tried to reach the safety of Lillith's walls.

BOOM.

Rias tried to form her Rain of Destruction, but the individual droplets of power were too weak to pierce deeply into the thick skin of the monsters. It wasn't without an effect, as it injured many, but not enough to actually kill them.

"They have Touki," Sairaorg said as he flew toward another group. "Not a lot, but it's there."

"Just enough to be annoying," Rias snorted as she sent a few lances of Destruction toward a Titan that had bypassed Sairaorg's Queen to reach a fallen civilian.

BOOM.

It held the woman in its grasp, bringing her to its gaping maw. The first separated its arm from its body, freeing the woman, and the second cut off its head.

"We need to get everyone into the sky," Sairaorg said, pausing in the battle for a second. "My Peerage can hold these here. Go to the organization center and have them broadcast that the city is to lower its flight wards. I want everyone flying over the city in a minute. Everybody is to get to the other side. Then join your Peerage. I want you to take the northwestern section. If you see Sona, tell her she's in charge of the southwestern part."

Rias blinked, surprised at the sudden orders that paused her momentarily. Then she moved past it.

BOOM.

"We need to stop him," Rias disagreed, pointing toward Eren. He was getting closer with every cacophonous footstep. "If we can, this all ends."

Her heart clenched at the words, but they needed to be said.

Rias had no idea what the status of her brother, the other Satans, their Peerages, Grayfia, Mikasa, and everyone else who had gone out to fight Eren was.

But he was here, and they weren't...

BOOM.

"We can't do that with so many people underfoot," Sairaorg argued back. "These Titans are just distractions. They're spreading chaos and confusion, but they focus on those who attack them. It's meant to buy time for the big guy to get here. This is not optional, Rias. This is an order from the Great King. Go."

He had a point.

If they had any chance of fighting Eren, they needed to be able to unleash large attacks without fear of collateral, which meant fighting him as far from the city as possible.

Still...

BOOM.

"Great King?" Rias asked, sending another explosion of Destruction raining down on a pack of Titans that had surrounded Seekavira's Pawn.

"...Father and Ancestor were on Agreas," Sairaorg said sadly, and Rias' heart clenched. "Until such time as we can verify their survival, I am now Lord Bael. As the highest-ranking devil after the Satans, I am taking command of this battlefield."

Rias wanted to fight, to argue, to fly out and rain Destruction on Eren for the death of Issei, her Uncle, who knew how many others.

Just because she hadn't been as close to him as she had Aunt Misla didn't mean she had wished her Uncle dead.

Her mother would be devastated.

BOOM.

And Rias... Rias knew her feelings were less important than making sure people survived.

They didn't have time to argue.

"As you command."

BOOM.

Rias nodded and flew away.

She wasn't passive as she left, destroying what Titans she passed, pulling fallen devils to their feet and generally telling people to get into the air.

They wouldn't be safe, but they'd be safer.

BOOM.

Rias found a gathering of Sona's Peerage, directing Tsubaki to lead them toward the south end and directing the Ministry staff to spread out and get the civilians into the air.

It was one of the few times she was grateful for her brother's sis-con ways, as they all recognized her instantly and did as told.

BOOM.

Yuuto was the first she found from her own Peerage, Purgatorio whizzing around him as he led a column of survivors away from the oncoming tide of giants.

Three Titans of varying sizes tried to pick off a few of the stragglers, but Yuuto was there, blades slicing through flesh like a hot knife through butter. None of the Titans had time to so much as flinch before they were dissolving on the ground.

Like Tsubaki, Rias didn't stay around long enough to talk except to direct him toward the northern side when he was done with this group.

BOOM.

He did manage to get off a warning before she was back in the air.

"They don't react to me until I hurt them," the Knight called after his King. "I tried to act as bait, but they'll run right by me to get to others. Then they'll attack wherever I was. It's like they can't see me."

Rias didn't have time to answer and didn't even think to as Eren let out a deafening roar of rage, and all eyes turned toward the attacking Titan.

He was closer.

So much closer.

At least half the distance had been swallowed by now, but thankfully, he seemed to have stopped for the moment.

As they watched, Eren swung an enormous arm, swatting at a white figure flying around his head on blue wings.

Though his fists weren't close to the agile flyer, Vali still staggered in the air as if hit.

Before a second blow could target the destabilized devil, an enormous staff struck Eren's jaw as Bikou flew by on his golden cloud, spikes of white material jettisoning from Eren's shoulders to try and lance the monkey Yokai.

Bikou dove, the golden trail of his cloud winding through Eren's legs. More white spears erupted from Eren's legs in front of him, creating a trap Bikou couldn't escape.

He didn't try. He kept flying forward, and right before he crashed into the wall of thorns, a blade cut through space in front of him.

In a move they had practiced a thousand times, in countless spars against this very Titan, Bikou flew through the void carved by Caliburn to emerge right behind Eren's head.

As the copy of Ruyi Jingu Bang smashed into Eren's skull, two giants emerged from the rift Bikou had just entered at Eren's feet.

Despite being tens of meters tall, Fenrir and Gogmagog looked positively minuscule compared to Eren's massive form.

Thankfully, they were accompanied by one of the greatest magical prodigies of the generation.

One who had been practicing a specific spell for years to try and help her brother finally defeat his sparing partner.

As soon as they were free of Caliburn's portal, Le Fay's magic engulfed the pair, and they began to grow, and grow, and grow.

Within an eyeblink, both Fenrir and the golem were sixty meters tall. Still smaller than Eren by a considerable margin, they at least reached his knees now, and they used their new massive size to attack the Titan's limbs.

Fenrir's God Slaying fangs bit deep into Titan's flesh, bypassing Touki and Senjutsu to tear an enormous chunk of flesh and bone from the leg.

Eren staggered from the loss of balance and was finally pushed over when Gogmagog wrapped its body around Eren's other leg and unleashed its entire arsenal. Lasers, bombs, magical bullets. The enormous golem did everything it could to destabilize the second leg, even going so far as to engage its jetpack to try and lift the Titan's foot by the barest amount.

It almost wasn't enough.

I shall become a pure Emperor of White Dragon,

Then Vali was there again, armour a bit battered but whole as he unleashed his own surprise on Eren as he finished his chant.

And I shall tear down all walls that defy my dark radiance!

A twist inspired by a rival he never got to defeat.

[TITANICO JUGGERNAUT OVERDRIVE!]

Vali couldn't absorb a fraction of a fraction of the Infinite's power, even if he engaged Juggernaut Drive.

But Divine Dividing didn't just divide power.

[DIVIDE DIMENSION]

Eren shrunk.

In a moment, the gargantuan Titan that dominated the horizon was halved in size.

As the power of one of the Dragon Emperors was taken to its logical extreme, Eren went from close to five hundred meters tall to only two fifty.

The shift in size was enough for Fenrir and Gogmagog's efforts to take effect, and Eren toppled backward, crashing into the ground with a cataclysmic, Underworld-shaking collapse.

As Eren fell, Vali grew.

The blue wings on Vali's back exploded in blue light as they vented the excess he couldn't handle, but he was still a genius the world hadn't seen before in nearly all fields.

Combat. Magic. His Sacred Gear.

Vali Lucifer had it all, trained it all, and he had used it to create a technique specifically designed to defeat a man who had become his true rival after all these years.

The enormous white armoured figure grew and grew and grew until even he couldn't get any larger.

Though he towered over Gogmagog and Fenrir, he was still smaller than Eren.

But he wasn't done yet.

[DIVIDE DIMENSION]

Eren shrunk again, now only tens of meters taller than Vali's hundred-meter form.

[DIVIDE DIME-]

Eren's foot slammed into Vali's knee, interrupting him as the White Dragon Emperor buckled.

Using conjured pillars as a platform, each meters thick, Eren launched himself from his prone form on the ground and tackled Vali around the waist, bringing the pair into a grapple that destroyed mountains.

As the giants fought, the insects at their feet tried to flee the battle.

Rias had only paused long enough to realize Team Vali had arrived to delay Eren before she returned to her mission.

Once they had the civilians safe, she could... she could... she could...

Rias didn't know what she'd do; she just needed to do something. Anything.

Eren had stolen Issei's life, her freedom, her Uncle, and who knew how many other lives today.

Rias... She couldn't let it continue.

Even if...

Before she could finish the thought, Rias was at the organization tent.

At this point, it was little more than a raised platform with a roof, its walls destroyed so its two occupants could have a view over the refugee camp turned battlefield.

Still, it was almost entirely empty, except for two occupants.

"Rias," Sona said as soon as she caught sight of her rival. "I directed Akeno to the front line with all the other fighters. I need you to go reinforce her. We are buying time till Aunty arrives with the army. The Ministry staff is trying to open the barriers for flight over the city."

While it was relieving to know that action was already being taken, Rias' hope rose at the other piece of news.

"They're on their way?" Rias asked eagerly. She had feared the worst with Eren here and the army nowhere in sight.

"They were caught by Georg," Kuroka, the only other person with Sona, said. "He can't kill them all if he drops them somewhere dangerous. His best bet is to hold onto them as long as possible, but he'll tire eventually."

"One of Kuroka's clones is with them," Sona explained. "They know the situation here. As soon as they get free, they'll be here to help."

Rias felt a profound relief but still wanted to finish here and help her friends.

"Sairaorg gave the order. Broadcast that the barriers are to be lowered, and everyone that isn't fighting is to fly to the other side of the city."

Sona blinked at her friend for a second, then she nodded.

"Having the Great King's orders will force them to lower the barriers."

Rias nodded, ready to take off to help her friends.

And froze.

"... How'd you know Sairaorg is Lord Bael?"

"Not now," Sona said, returning her attention to the battlefield. "You should go help your Peerage. Rossweiss brought Gasper, Koneko, Ravel, and Irina before Eren arrived. You'll want to lead them."

Once again, Rias almost instinctively flew out to protect her family, but the political awareness nurtured over the last year and a half told her something was off.

Sona was just trying to get rid of her.

"Sona," Rias asked. "How did you know my Uncle was on Agreas?"

"We do not have time for this," Sona snapped, the first time Rias had ever seen her do so. She looked... stressed. Drawn. Her face was pale, and the eyes behind her glasses were furrowed in consternation. "If you hadn't noticed, we're in a crisis."

The Rias of two years ago would have agreed. She would have flown away, desperate to protect those she cared about.

This Rias had paid a price for both her kindness and her ignorance.

"Sona... Did you know this was going to happen?"

Sona laughed.

It was high. It was loud.

It was the laughter of a woman on her last line of sanity.

Then she stopped.

All emotion fled from Sona Sitri's voice like a switch had been flipped.

"I didn't know this was going to happen," Sona said, her voice empty. "I made sure it happened. I made sure every figure of note and importance that I could get in contact with was on Agreas.

"Son-

"And now they're dead." Sona interrupted. "All of them. I practically held them in place for Eren to kill them."

"Why?" Rias asked, voice cracking in horror.

"Because we can't win," Sona said. "Look at that!"

Sona gestured toward the battle of giants in the distance, their every move sending the Underworld trembling.

Closer at hand, tens of thousands of devils fled the white jaws of slavering Titans. What defenders remained were trying to hold them in place and kill them, buying time with life and limb.

"Eren has Ophis' power," Sona said simply. "Whether he got the Malabranche or not, it doesn't matter. We can't beat that. We can't beat Eren. So, I set up a situation where he'd let himself loose. I gave him everything he wanted."

"You gave him lives!" Rias exclaimed, stepping closer to her rival.

Even if she hadn't been the closest to her Uncle, what about Sairaorg? Despite everything, he still loved his father. And who else was on Agreas?

How many orphans had Sona just made?

"I gave him the Underworld!" Sona snapped again. "You don't get it, do you? I didn't just put most of our ruling class on that island! I gave him the island itself! There will be no more Evil Pieces. Our peace treaty might fail because we can't produce Brave Saint cards anymore. I have single-handedly ensured that our way of life has come to an end! No more Rating Games! No more reincarnated devils!"

Rias... hadn't even thought of that.

"And it worked," Sona said simply, gesturing out toward the field of chaos. "This? This is nothing. The army faced thousands of Colossal Titans. Eren could conjure more, but he's sticking with smaller ones. He could kill Vali and his team instantly, but he doesn't."

"If he wanted to, Eren could emerge from his titan and transform as many times as he likes," Kuroka said grimly. "He's not bound by the limits of his world. He could destroy everything with a few transformations."

"Because he wants to lose," Sona nodded. "Because he's already accomplished everything. Now, he's just waiting for the right person to finish it. I destroyed half of all pureblood devil bloodlines to get my Aunt this chance. Now, we just need to hold on until she comes back."

"What if she doesn't?" Rias asked incredulously. "What if you are wrong, and Eren doesn't let himself lose? What if he's not satisfied with what he's already done? Eren won't stop just because you want him to!"

"If I am wrong, it won't matter," Sona said grimly. "Because we'll all be dead. Now, if you excuse me, I will try to save what is left of the Underworld."

As Sona engaged the magical speakers, Rias was left to throw herself back into the chaos.

As she did, she couldn't help but look over toward the clash of giants, to the enormous red humanoid that seemed hell-bent on tearing down everything she had ever known.

Was Eren fighting to win?

Or was Eren just fighting because that was all he knew how to do?

********

Apologies for both the late posting and the lesser quality of the edits. Been feeling sick for the last few days.

I think only a few people got the implications of Sona's plan when I first posted her chapter. Eren didn't just kill a bunch of devils that led their society. He destroyed the material needed to reincarnate people. Devil society has been built on Rating Games for centuries, and he put an end to it. Even if everyone survived, the chaos would be insane as Devils would need to reconfigure their whole society.

I will admit that this idea isn't original to this fic. I thought this was what would happen in canon when Rizevim stole Agreas. I was like, 'Wow. The complete destruction of the Rating Game system. How interesting.' But then Ishibumi just returned to the island with barely any consequences, and I was sorely disappointed.

The only other thing I'll touch on in this chapter is Vali's team. They'd been fighting against Eren for years, then he disappeared. Of course, they'd have new strategies. Vali had, canonically, already mastered Juggernaut Drive when he beat the predecessors in Divine Dividing. Then he watches Issei pull out Crimson World Wall and goes, 'Hold my beer.'

I didn't want to simply redo Empireo Juggernaut Overdrive, and I always like it when characters in fanfiction react to changes that are different from canon. After seeing Issei do so, Vali would always find a way to alter Juggernaut Drive, so I thought, 'What form would this Vali take it?'

Man, have I had fun with this fic.

So close to the end, only a few more meetings on the bench.
 
The Sona here truly is worthy of the title Devil. She realized there was no winning and went along with the least horrible loss possible. Still catastrophic but at least her species is going to survive somehow.

If there is one thing I love about this fic is that actions and consequences matter. most fanfics and crossover try to preserve the setting they come from but this time we went straight into the endgame and the consequences are going to be absolute.

Finally the actual realization by Akeno that quantity and size matter. Damn, but all the survivors are going to need some serious therapy...
 
Finally the actual realization by Akeno that quantity and size matter.

Ah, the realization that everything you have amounts to nothing in the face of a sufficiently large number. Whether it be power, quantity, or even size, there comes a point where if the opposing side's number is sufficiently larger than yours, your actions don't matter anymore.
 
Beautiful chapter! I will admit that I didn't realize the implication of the plan involving Agreas until I read that the island exploded and then it all fell into place for me. In one fell swoop Eren has completely altered the fabric of devil society, and wow Sona is way more pragmatic than I even thought, and I hope not too many people heard her admit to her part of the plan. Also, it was quite interesting to see how far Rias has come in being thoughtful and politically minded but that she still hasn't mastered it, at least in comparison to Sona. Then finally I'm glad to see that Vali and his team get some time to show how badass they are, the visual concept of Vali both shrinking Eren and turning himself into a giant for a kaiju fight is pure awesome. See you Friday on the bench.
 
Seriously though.. it kinda irks me how most AoT fiction writers often set up Eren to fail. He already fails/dies in canon... so why do the same in fanfic? And for someone who wishes to go to the extreme end for his ideals.. he really is too weak-hearted to follow through. Then again, most Japanese MCs always pussy-foot so.

Nothing on your story btw. I ain't happy with how Eren isn't using everything to crush them all but that doesn't mean I don't like your story. You're doing good here.
 
Seriously though.. it kinda irks me how most AoT fiction writers often set up Eren to fail. He already fails/dies in canon... so why do the same in fanfic? And for someone who wishes to go to the extreme end for his ideals.. he really is too weak-hearted to follow through. Then again, most Japanese MCs always pussy-foot so.

Nothing on your story btw. I ain't happy with how Eren isn't using everything to crush them all but that doesn't mean I don't like your story. You're doing good here.
Here's the thing; in canon, Eren succeeded. He (1) eliminated the titans as a factor, (2) eliminated all countries that would come looking for trouble, and (3) ensured that his surviving allies could live long and/or happy lives. He pulled a Lelouch vi Britannia, set himself up as the ultimate villain for his allies to defeat, and made them the ultimate heroes. The Rumbling, by design, had to be stopped before it destroyed everything. Eren's win condition here is to destroy the Underworld, and then fall to his friends and loved ones. He isn't Godzilla, he's a freaking Dungeon Master.

Edit: Also, on an unrelated note, in my head I've been referring to this as "THE RUMBLING 2: UNDERWORLD BOOGALOO".
 
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The Wings of Love
The first sign that something had gone wrong was when Arthur suddenly hesitated mid-swing.

Things hadn't been going right, per se, but they had been holding their own. Keeping Eren from getting any closer to Lillith.

They weren't winning by any stretch of the imagination, and this part of the Underworld would need to have its maps redrawn, but still, they could have kept Eren at bay for at least another half hour if he continued to fight as he did.

But when Kuroka's clone noted Arthur's unexplained pause, a sense of foreboding overtook her.

She'd been staying in the back, unwilling to fight Eren but also making sure these battle-hungry idiots didn't get themselves killed, so she had the best view of the situation.

She felt the slight swell of magic from a device he wore right before the pause. There was a heartbeat as Arthur's sword hung in the air, missing several white lances that shot toward his undefended neck.

Kuroka's clone conjured a barrier that delayed them long enough that Arthur could dodge, severing the spears as they passed and gouging a furrow into his shoulder. Thankfully, it wasn't deep, but blood did splatter his face, and he had to take off his glasses.

"Le Fay's spell went off," the Pendragon said quickly. "...The one monitoring Elaine's well-being."

It took Kuroka's mind only a moment to realize what he meant.

Oh, Eren.

Why were you so cruel?

But... that was how it worked with Eren, wasn't it?

He chose a Path and walked it, no matter the cruelty.

Now, Arthur had to choose between staying and helping his team fight Eren or the woman he loved.

Kuroka knew what he would choose.

After all, Eren had promised him the opportunity to reunite with Elaine, and here it was.

"Go," Kuroka said simply. "I'll step in."

"Make sure they're safe."

That was all Arthur said, trusting Kuroka as he cut a hole through space with Collbrande.

Leaving Kuroka to pick up the slack as the only one who could rapidly teleport the combatants around the battlefield.

She was a poor replacement. Teleportation was not her specialty, and she lacked Collbrande's speed.

But she was the only one they had.

********

Arthur emerged from the tear in space to find his family home in ruins.

"There you are," Siegfreid greeted amiably, his calm and welcoming expression at complete odds with the destruction around him.

Or the blood covering him.

"Hm? Oh, this isn't their blood. I finished my task for Eren before coming here and they put up a fight. Fun, but not worth remembering."

"Seigfreid," Arthur greeted, just as politely with Collbrande levelled at the hero. "What are you doing here?"

"Calling you," the clone of the dragon slayer said simply, nodding toward the two prone figures on the ground. His own six blades aimed right back at Arthur. "Eren needs you out of the way."

"Am I supposed to let myself die, then?"

"Hmm? Oh no." Siegfreid stepped away from the bruised and battered forms of Uther Pendragon, Arthur's father, and Elaine Westcott, Arthur's lover. "I have no intention of using them to kill you. They're just here to make sure you stay. So we can fight."

Arthur tried to think of the implications of all this, of Eren's need to get him off the battlefield specifically, and why Siegfreid specifically.

Like Kuroka, it didn't escape his notice that this was a twisted way for Eren to keep his promise.

Still, one thing did stand out to him.

"Eren sent you here to die," Arthur said simply, though not unkindly. "You've never beaten me before. If we fight now, with their lives on the line, I will kill you. If you leave now, I won't chase you."

"I know I'll die today," Siegfreid nodded, settling into a stance. "We all do. Today is the last day of the Hero Faction."

"There's no heroism in this fight. You attacked them unprovoked. They are human. Reclusive. You are not a hero for fighting me while holding my family's lives hostage."

"A bit dishonourable," Siegfreid agreed, not budging from his preparation for the oncoming battle. "But it needed to be done. I asked for this fight and am willing to dirty my hands to get it."

At Arthur's look, the clone smiled.

"You didn't know? Eren told us the day we'd die. But he let us choose how it would be. The others wanted to be remembered, be greater than their predecessors, or see the pinnacle a human could reach."

Seigfreid shrugged as if saying, 'What can you do?'

"I wanted something else. I wanted to see how far I could get with this cheap life of mine. You are the greatest human swordsman in the world."

"There are better."

"Devils and monsters. Beings who have no idea what it is like to be born limited have to trade lifespan for power. No. You are a descendent of King Arthur, trained by the best, wailing the greatest Holy Sword. I am a clone specifically created to handle the greatest Demonic Sword. Which of us is the best? I am here because I wanted an answer to that question."

"You already have one," Arthur said simply, sliding into his own stance. Collbrande glowed white, ready to cut anything to pieces. "By your admission, you will die here."

"Yes," Siegfried smiled, Gram radiating a malevolent red in response. "But just because I'll die doesn't mean I'll lose."

********

"Stubborn, thick, blockheaded, suicidal fool!" Kuroka's clone listened to Sona curse Eren as she relayed Arthur's disappearance.

Honestly, if it weren't for the situation, Kuroka would be giggling at seeing the normally prim woman come undone from the stress.

"Arthur was my emergency evacuation tool."

"Collbrande can cut space," Kuroka pointed out. "But it's a portal, not teleportation. Quicker, but people need to move through it, nyaa. He wouldn't have been able to evacuate the city."

"Not the city," Sona said, taking a deep breath, adjusting her glasses, and surveying the battlefield once more. "If it looked like we were going to lose, I was going to have him try to bring the Satans here. Mix their fight with this one to give us more time."

Her evacuation plan was to bring two of the top ten, four Satans, and Cao Cao? All to cause more chaos?

Kuroka was seriously starting to wonder if the mind behind those glasses was in any way sane... or if it had cracked because of the stress.

"Direct Lord Agaras to move his Queen toward the north," Sona snapped off. "More of the Titans bypassed Rias's position and are nearing the walls. If they get over them, it will be urban fighting. We'll lose the killing field we have here."

Kuroka conveyed the order to the devil through another clone.

Sona was quiet for a second, watching the chaos around and below them. The pair were flying high in the sky, both for the bird's eye view and because the shaking from the clashing giants in the distance was too destabilizing.

"I don't get it," Sona eventually said.

"Don't get what?"

"Eren's plan here. I know he'd prefer not to kill people he doesn't know or care about. He's targeting people who fight back. And the only deaths from those are the people who try to run after fighting back. Targeting the civilians seems like an afterthought, a provocation at best. He's already completed his task."

The pair watched Saji, clad in Vitra's complete avatar, swallow a smaller Titan whole and tear another to shreds. Seven more of the white giants dogpilled the Pawn.

Sona's fists were clenched as she watched, and her following words came through grit teeth of helplessness.

"No matter what happens now, even if all the Satans survive, it will be centuries before the Underworld is at a comparable power level. Rebuilding the same society will be impossible, even if Lord Beelzebub pulls out another miracle. Everything lines up with the fact he's stalling for time for my Aunt to get back... except for one thing. What is going on with Rias' Peerage?"

Momo and Tsubasa together managed to kill one of the Titans on Saji, giving him wiggle room to twist his body and bite off the head of another.

"What do you mean?"

"I thought Eren was just trying to spare the people he knew," Sona gestured toward the north, where a crowd of Titans was being decimated.

Despite the number of attacking giants being similar to everywhere else (That is to say, overwhelming), more were getting by to the walls because they ignored half the defenders.

"But that doesn't make sense. They attack Akeno, Yuuto, Koneko, or Rias as soon as they're damaged. Eren's not saving them. He's just letting them get a first hit. So why bother? Why not include Xenovia? He's met her. Or Irina? Why only those four? There's a clear cause and effect with every other part of his plan. Except that. There's something I'm missing."

Eren roared in the distance, hand clasping around Fenrir's neck where it had bit down on his side. Vali grabbed the arm and twisted it, freeing the God Devouring Wolf.

Eren's other arm, concealed by the move, had snaked around Gogmagog's leg and used the enormous golem as a cudgel, bashing the White Dragon Emperor on the head with a resounding 'GONG' that vibrated the air it was so loud.

Surprisingly enough, Kuroka actually had an answer to Sona's question.

It was one of those things that she simply didn't have time to explain in the frantic hurry of the last few hours.

"It's not you that's missing something," Kuroka explained simply once they could hear again. "It's Eren. He can multitask with all these Titans because he's cheating with the Path. Infinite time to direct and control them, seeing through the Titans' eyes. But he can't see those four. Or you, for that matter."

"What-" Sona started to ask but stopped when her eyes caught something. "Quick! Sairaorg needs to get to Seekvaria!"

Kuroka hurried to relay the message to the front line, and the golden lion blasted southward to save his friend.

Kuroka realized quickly what had Sona so spooked.

Another group of Titans were bearing down on the young devil King and her Peerage. There were only three, more than enough for Seekvaria to deal with usually, but these were different.

They moved fast, much faster than the usual giants, and travelled on all fours. Two looked almost identical, with odd faces of white bone.

On top of moving at greater speeds than regular Titans, all three had sharp claws that dug into the dirt and wicked, jagged jaws filled with razor-sharp teeth.

There was a tense second as the three new Titans lunged at Seekvaria's Peerage like rabid dogs, tearing into flesh with their claws.

Thankfully, Sona's quick warning had Sairaorg there before any were eaten. The wounded were carted off to Asia as quickly as possible as Sairaorg made quick work of the three new Titans.

As soon as the situation was somewhat stable, Sona asked her question, not taking her eyes off the battlefield.

"What do you mean Eren can't see us?"

"Part of losing his power in Kuoh, nyaa," Kuroka quickly explained. "Anyone he spent considerable time with there gains protection from his power. You are invisible to the Path, which means Eren can't see any of you unless he looks at you with his own eyes."

There was a beat of silence between the two women, but the noise of battle drowned it out.

Then Sona fully whirled to face Kuroka, fear writ large across her face.

"Is my Aunt included among those?" The heiress demanded. "Did Eren know she was in this world before meeting her?"

Wondering what had the heiress so spooked, Kuroka answered.

"She's also invisible, nyaa. He had no idea she was in this world until a few months ago."

Part of Kuroka knew that it was only because Eren had been ignorant that he was on this Path in the first place.

If he knew Mikasa was here the entire time, he probably would have simply spent his new life with her, away from everything and everyone.

Only with Mikasa's absence had there been room for Kuroka.

The nekoshou ignored that dark pit in her stomach as Sona bit her lip in thought, growing paler by the second.

"You should have told me this," Sona bit out, worrying her lip. "Send Rias toward my Peerage."

Kuroka did as she was asked, and the real her with Shirone alerted the devil King.

"Even if he can't see you, the future he sees is absolute, nyaa," Kuroka reminded Sona. "He can't see most people and has no idea what they do to help build the future. They still help build it. Even me."

"That's not the problem," Sona bit off, rubbing her temples. "But it means my plan, which was based on my idea of his plan, is fundamentally wrong."

"So far, you've-" Kuroka cut herself off as Eren's fight got closer.

The wind from a leg sweep created a wave of force strong enough to toss the two women flying, knocking about in the air.

Kuroka's clone caught Sona and quickly teleported them to another part of the sky.

"My initial premiss is still good," Sona said, quickly readjusting her glasses but not bothering with her hair as she returned to surveying the battlefield. "Eren is still acting like he's waiting for something instead of killing us all. But he's not waiting for my Aunt. He's not trying to replicate his death to make her seem like a hero."

"If he saw her with his own eyes, not the path, he would have known she was in this world," Kuroka nodded. "He still could be waiting for her, even if he doesn't see her again."

"No," Sona denied. "Eren doesn't want to die. But if he has to die, his death has to do something. Achieve something. He won't let himself die if it's not to make someone a hero, end the Titans, or something equivalent. He would have found a different Path. So either he's not planning on dying today, or whatever he's waiting for is worth dying-"

Eren roared.

Thunder boomed as new Titans were conjured.

The differences between these new arrivals and the first Titans were immediately clear.

There were more quadrupedal Titans with claws and fangs and similar ones that lacked animalistic weapons in favour of more human limbs while remaining on all fours.

A few looked similar to the regular Titans, just slightly larger and with pointed ears.

Some were animalistic, like bulls, wolves, or birds. There was even a sheep-looking Titan.

Others were still human-shaped but were clad in armour of varying thickness and styles.

Some bore weapons. Spears. Axes. Swords. Hammers.

And some... were women.

Kuroka could slightly understand why that last fact stood out so clearly. After seeing so many Titans with no sexual characteristics, seeing breasts on one of those giants was decidedly eery.

For a while second, she wished the Hyoudou boy was still alive. His face would have been priceless.

But that thought passed in the blink of an eye.

Thankfully, there were no Founder or Colossal Titans.

That, and the fact that there were fewer total Titans than before, were the only blessings as Kuroka beheld a small army comprised of the Nine Titans.

Whatever Eren had been waiting for, they were out of time.

"DOWN!" Kuroka shouted, grabbing Sona and diving toward the ground as arrows filled the sky.

"We can't fight this!" Sona shouted. "Not without the army!"

"We'll have to!"

"You need to help us!"

"I am helping!"

Kuroka pulled up at a sharp angle, skimming the ground, rising a bit to get a better look at the battlefield before ducking behind a half-destroyed building.

It had been a few seconds since the arrival of the Nine Titans, and it was clear things were already turning against the defenders.

The weaker Peerages were already on the retreat from the increased ferocity, and even the stronger ones were struggling.

Sairaorg might still be able to kill one with a punch, but it was only one. And sometimes he needed multiple hits if it was one of the Armour or Warhammer Titans.

The quadrupedal Titans were nimbler and quicker, and the Warhammer, Armoured, and Female Titans were tougher. Even the Attack Titans were simply better designed than the Pure Titans, with more optimal bodies for fighting.

Half of the attacking Titans were able to simply bypass the defenders because the devils were so pressed to survive they couldn't draw their attention.

Vali and his team were still holding Eren back, but Arthur's absence was felt with every step closer Eren grew to the city.

They had gone from holding out in a defensive battle to just trying to survive.

The city, its citizens, and all the refugees were on their own, and the Titans were moments away from the walls.

Walls not meant to keep out giants.

"You can help more!" Sona shouted back as two Jaw Titans and a Cart Titan rounded the building they had been hiding behind, looking directly at them.

Kuroka's clone quickly hid herself in an illusion, knowing that Sona was invisible to them.

The devil heiress had frozen, like a hare staring down the houds.

The Titans were only about three times her size, but a miss-step would be enough to kill her.

Sona was not Rias. Her power was not strong enough or suited to carve out the back of their necks.

For a tense moment, the Titans stood there, their heads swinging back and forth, but Eren's poor sensing could not locate Kuroka's clone, and the trio bounded off in search of more prey.

"You are a seven-tailed Nekoshou," Sona hissed angrily. "A master of Senjutsu, Youjutsu, and magic. You are one of the few Ultimate class beings we have! You should be fighting!"

"I can't fight Eren," Kuroka argued as her invisibility fell. "I won't! I am helping enough! Or are you forgetting who's saved the most lives today!?"

"And you could save more!" Sona snapped. "I've sold out my race, my morality, my dream, and maybe my life for this. I don't care if you love him. I love Eren. I'm still fighting him!"

"I can't!"

Because Kuroka's whole plan to save Eren's life was based on one of the first flaws in the Path's abilities she had discovered.

Eren had to actively look for a potential future for his ability to come into effect. For example, he'd never look into a future where he became a devil, so he'd been blindsided by his inability to become one.

And everything Kuroka had done since she fell in love was to make sure Eren never thought to look into a future where 'Kuroka betrays me.'

It was why she had been willing to let Mikasa kill him again because Eren needed to die with a smile on his face.

Eren's future sight was absolute, and Kuroka wanted him to have that smile he desperately ran toward.

But it was after that death that her betrayal would come.

But what if Eren looked into a future where he faked his death? One where he was 'dead' in a way Kuroka couldn't sense, and she went ahead with her plan?

Eren would never allow her plan to succeed if he knew it, so she did absolutely everything she could to ensure he never felt the need to look into a future like that.

There was a reason she thought of her plan as a betrayal after all.

Sona glared at Kuroka, all the last day's heartbreak, pain, fear, and exhaustion packed into that glare.

Kuroka bore with it, unbending.

She felt for the girl. Even liked her.

But Kuroka would not give up on that dream of hers.

Not for anything.

The tense moment was broken when another scream tore through the air.

It wasn't Eren's earth-trembling roar.

It wasn't a scream of pain from loss of limb or pain.

No, it was a scream of despair.

Of loss.

A heartrending cry of sadness and grief.

"What was that?"

Kuroka's clone took a second to process the information she received and grimaced.

"The former exorcist let slip that the Red Dragon Emperor is dead to the dhampir. He's going absolutely berserk."

Sona took a second to digest the information, and then she glared at Kuroka.

"He's going to attract the Titans," Sona summarized simply. "He was sealed for a reason. Gasper going berserk is going to be a genuine threat Eren won't ignore, if not to himself, then to his Titans."

"You want to use him as bait, nyaa?"

"No. He'll do that on his own, and Rias will be there to protect him. Send her back over. Eren saw this happening because Gasper isn't protected from the Path, right?"

"Right."

"But your sister is?"

Kuroka's heart skipped a beat.

"If you won't fight to save our lives, then you will to save hers, right?"

"Be very careful with your next words, girl. I killed my King for less than what you're threatening."

"I won't do anything," Sona denied, almost sounding affronted. "But if I have to use every tool to make sure we see tomorrow... well, I've already done worse than simply point out a fact."

"What are you talking about?"

"Merely that Eren's blindness to those four and myself is an advantage... and a weakness." Sona adjusted her glasses. "You say he's smiling in the end? Is that why you've felt safe this entire time? Because he wouldn't be able to smile if he hurt you or Koneko? Then you haven't realized the problem."

Eren had told Kuroka that she'd survive.

She didn't doubt him, knowing that he genuinely cared for her and that he wouldn't be smiling in the end if she was hurt or dead.

"Eren could accidentally kill one of us and have no idea," Sona said simply. "If he doesn't see it with his own eyes and doesn't get news between now and whenever he dies, he'd have no clue what he did. He could be smiling the whole time, unaware that he accidentally stepped on someone without noticing. I imagine identifying all the bodies after this will be a nightmare, and I don't think Eren intends to live long after this."

Sona wasn't arguing that Eren would be able to smile if they died. Just that the blessing of not being visible to Eren was as much a curse.

"I'm right there with her," Kuroka argued back. "I won't let anything happen to her."

"Eren's already ramped up once. Who knows what he'll do once the army is back. You won't be able to protect her when there are a dozen Ultimate class devils fighting. One stray spell is all it will take. Your best bet to make sure your sister survives today is to make sure Eren is stopped as soon as possible."

"If it gets to that point, I'll just take Shirone and run."

"Will she let you?" Sona pressed. "If you succeed, will she forgive you?"

There was a moment, a beat, as the tension hung in the air.

Then, another roar from Eren mixing with Gasper's screams of sorrow.

The rubble they were hiding behind bounced as the ground rumbled from another blow in a battle of giants that was drawing closer with every breath.

Kuroka broke the silence between them first.

"You are a real Devil."

"I learned from the best."

********

Despite her words with Sona, Kuroka, the real one, didn't suddenly throw herself at Eren.

No, she stayed with Shirone.

Shirone, lacking as she was with Senjutsu, couldn't deal any real damage to the Titans. She'd gotten a few kills from smaller Pure Titans, but that ended with the assault of the former Shifter Titans.

Her enhanced durability helped her stay alive, but the Rook strength didn't mean much in this league. Not when blunt force was useless unless it fully destroyed the spine.

So Shirone wasn't one of the main combatants.

The white nekoshou didn't let that stop her for a second.

Her face was the empty blank it had been since they found Hyoudou's body, but she moved with all the determined anger of a predator.

If she couldn't kill Titans, Shirone would simply help those who could.

Her tiny form was almost invisible in this battlefield of giants. Unlike the others, the Rook didn't take to the air, instead staying on the ground and darting between enormous feet.

Thanks to a small discovery that Titans were lighter than creatures their size should be, Shirone had found a way to help.

Invisible to the Titans, Koneko placed herself right under where an Armoured Titan's foot would fall.

Like a super strong tack, she caught the descending foot with her raised arms right before it hit the ground. Its considerable mass pressed down on her, and she braced her knees to not buckle.

She held that position for a half second, and one could almost imagine the Titan's confused face if it could think for itself.

Then, Shirone pushed off the ground with all her might, using every ounce of strength she had.

Seeing a sixteen-meter-tall giant stumble because of a tiny girl barely a meter and a half tall was honestly hilarious.

Shirone couldn't throw Titans unless it was one of the smaller ones. Even though they were lighter than they should be, they were still massive.

But she wasn't trying to throw them.

As the Armoured Titan fell forward, it exposed the back of its neck to the sky.

A blast of holy lightning destroyed the spine, armour plating and all, as Akeno flew by.

It was a well-coordinated, well-planned small group tactic that allowed Shirone to work with whoever was nearby. Rias, Akeno, Xenovia, Kiba, Irina, or someone else who could finish the job for her.

It was also stupidly dangerous.

Already, Kuroka had to pull her sister out of the way a few times when a Titan was about to crush her without her being in a proper position to catch its descending mass. Or when a Warhammer Titan turned out to have spikes under its feet. Or when a Jaw Titan nearly tore the Rook apart while she was still held down by a foot.

It had barely been thirty seconds since Gasper Vladi had begun his rampage, becoming a mass of shadow and blood-red eyes that froze Titans in time before ripping them to pieces.

In that time, Shirone would have died seven times if not for Kuroka.

It was after the seventh time that there was a brief pause in fighting for the younger nekoshou due to Gasper's rampage getting closer.

Kuroka expressed the wish she had been holding this entire time.

"Let's run away."

Shirone looked at her, and Kuroka's hands balled into fists, the cane handle creaking slightly.

Kuroka hated that blank look in her eyes.

Shirone used to be so expressive and happy.

"I won't."

"Please, Shirone," Kuroka begged. "If Eren wanted us dead, we'd be dead. We can leave. Just for a little while. A day. Half a day. My clones will stay here, helping people. We'll be safe. You'll be safe. I'll make sure your friends are fine."

"My family," Shirone corrected. "And family doesn't leave family."

It hurt.

It hurt so much.

"...Eren's my family," Kuroka admitted lowly. "Vali, Le Fay, the others. They're my family too. But I can leave them behind because I know they can care for themselves."

"And I can't," Shirone nodded, not seeming hurt by the implication. As if she had always known. "I need to be saved. I can't defend anyone. I can't hold onto anyone. Issei-senpai was a better Rook than me."

"You don't have to be a Rook," Kuroka said kindly. "You can just be Shirone. Not everyone needs to fight. I never wanted you to fight. That's what Onee-sama is for."

"...You're like Ackerman-sensei," Shirone said, and something was finally in her eyes. Pity? Empathy? Love? Sadness? "You're too strong. Too reliable. People count on you, and you try and protect them."

"Onee-sama wouldn't kill Eren for humanity," Kuroka denied.

"...But you don't understand the protection," the white cat continued, ignoring the interruption. "You don't understand that we want to be strong enough to protect you too. That every time you protect us, that you leave to do something we can't, a small part of us dies."

Shirone's small hands clenched into fists, and she held up to her sister.

"We might not be strong, but we can do something. A tiny thing. I can't kill Titans. I can't fight Eren. But I can help those that can. I couldn't save Issei-senpai, but I could have been there for him when he died. I won't leave them alone."

"...Is it wrong to want my family to be safe and happy?"

"...Nobody should be alone," Shirone said softly. "If you are running ahead or running away, you leave everyone alone. I can't do that."

Shirone turned, ready to dive back into battle.

Kuroka stopped her from advancing right before Gasper's power swept the area in front of them, freezing time for all within.

That was the problem with rampages.

Even if they gave you a burst of power, it was often accompanied by an accompanying problem for your allies.

This wasn't the first time Kuroka had stopped someone from becoming a casualty to the dhampir's unrestrained Sacred Gear, but there was a difference this time.

The hand she had held out to stop Shirone had been the one holding the cane.

Her cane.

Eren's cane.

The one she had made for him when it became apparent his body was starting to shut down.

It wasn't fully engulfed in the temporal freeze. In fact, only a small part of the handle was frozen.

If Kuroka was willing to cut those two wings in half, she could free it.

If she wasn't, then something could come by and destroy it, or she'd have to stand guard over the item until time unfroze, and who knew when that would be? Gasper's Gear wasn't following the usual rules at the moment, and the usual deadline had passed for many Titans that were still frozen.

Looking at the cane suspended in the air, Kuroka couldn't help it.

She laughed.

"Nyahahahahaha," Kuroka laughed and laughed and laughed and cried.

Had Eren seen this? Planned this?

Or was this just a byproduct?

A ripple in time that would crash into others until they formed a wave that would help carry him to the future he wanted?

It didn't matter, did it?

Everyone built the future with their choices. Eren just reached the end before everyone else.

A clone appeared beside the cane.

Another appeared beside Shirone, who looked at her laughing and crying sister with worry.

"Hey, Shirone?" Kuroka said softly, rubbing her eyes and giving her sister a watery smile. "When this is over, do you want to live with Onee-sama and Bother-in-Law? We have a really pretty house. Vali and the boys destroy the valley sometimes, but Onee-sama is good at fixing it by now."

"...Nee-san?"

"It won't just be us," Kuroka continued, wiping off her tears. They just kept coming. "Mikasa might come to if she can stomach it. Your new family can visit too. We'll be happy. We'll be safe. We'll be together. Everything we ever wanted. Eren will make his cookies, and we can play games while eating them. And there'll be kittens. The cutest kittens in the world."

"...That sounds nice, Onee-sama."

"It would be," Kuroka allowed herself to hold to that dream a final time, pulling Shirone into a soft hug. "Wouldn't it?"

Then Kuroka let go of her sister and teleported beside her clone, who had just teleported Le Fay away.

She didn't say anything, just starting to transform.

Everyone knew that almost all Yokai had a shapeshifting ability of sorts, to look either more or less human. The more human, the weaker they were.

Nekomata, and nekoshou like Kuroka and Shirone, could turn into cats, unsurprisingly.

What was slightly less known was that the stronger a Yokai, the greater their transformation ability. Their exact nature varied based on species.

Monkey Yokai, for example, gained more flexibility in the number of transformations. Sun Wukon was famous for his numerous forms. Kitsune grew in size. Yakasa, fully transformed, was larger than most dragons.

There had only ever been one seven-tailed nekomata, and Magari's transformation was similar to Kitsune's growth in size but to a lesser degree.

Kuroka wasn't just a nekomata but a nekoshou.

A variant of the species specialized in Senjutsu so rare that she and her sister were the only known nekoshou she knew of.

When Kuroka transformed, she grew in size, too, but it was barely twenty meters tall.

Compared to the spell-enhanced Gogmagog and Fenrir, the Titanico-clad Vali, or even the diminished Eren, she was little more than the size of a house cat.

Even her shape wasn't anything new; she was just more panther-shaped than a regular cat and having seven tails instead of one.

But nekoshou were never physical fighters in the first place.

Kuroka's roar mixed with everyone else's as thousands of spinning wheels of black flame surrounded her.

The Kasha spun like shuriken, lancing forward and cutting into Eren's back, ignoring his Senjutsu like it wasn't even there.

Eren screamed in pain at the sudden attack, though Kuroka knew for sure she hadn't taken him by surprise.

That was why she had been so adamant about not fighting him.

Because if Kuroka fought Eren in this timeline, the one he chose, it meant she fought in others.

He would look into others to see her abilities and what actions he could take to ensure he didn't kill her yet still achieved the desired outcome.

And, in those futures he didn't choose, in some of them, she'd die. On accident or not, it didn't matter.

And he'd see it.

Eren literally could not stop himself from seeing an entire timeline when he looked into one.

In those timelines, he'd grieve for her. In some of them, he might end up searching her body for one reason or another. Or maybe someone else would. Maybe her holding spell would simply fail, and its contents would spill out.

The last price she had asked of the Satans in exchange for betraying Eren.

A single Evil Piece. A Queen.

One mutated when Kuroka demanded that it be created with a splinter of wood from a bench as part of the deal.

If Eren saw that in another timeline, he'd know it was for him. And if he learned it now, it meant the past versions of him would know it, too.

Either Kuroka went her whole life never giving Eren the knowledge of what she planned, or he had always known.

There was no in-between.

As black flame burned.

As the Kasha cut into Eren's back.

Kuroka's claws tore into his legs, thighs, back, and shoulders.

As Kuroka tried to bite into the back of his spine, her teeth scraped across the crystal that protected him.

As Kuroka failed to pull Eren from his Titan yet continued to strip him of Senjutsu, disrupting his Ki as she could so that the other's attacks could do more damage.

As Kuroka destroyed her hope for the future for the sake of her sister's safety, she couldn't help a trickle of terror.

That Eren hadn't been waiting for Mikasa.

That Eren had been waiting to die at her hands.

That all his delays, all his holding back, had been to give her the time needed to come to a decision.

It had been a fear since she realized what Mikasa had done in her world.

Would he do it all again?

Would Eren require Kuroka to be the one to end his life to get that smile?

Then space tore as a colossal rent in the fabric of the Underworld's reality opened in the sky.

Eren, his Ki disrupted, in pain, off balance, shrunk, and weakened, was unable to defend himself as a fist the size of his head clad in a red and green gauntlet punched him in the face.

[EEEEEERRRRRRREEEEEEENNNNN!]

********

I'm not going to lie, guys. I'm not doing so hot. Been sick all week and only barely starting to get better today, and I've barely written anything. The only reason there is even a chapter today is because I like to keep a buffer of at least half a chapter in case of emergency, and even then, it's nowhere near as polished as I would like.

What does this mean? It means I could, theoretically, hurry and write the next chapter and have it available Sunday. If everything goes great and nothing unexpected happens, it will still be a mess due to a lack of time to edit.

I won't do that.

So, this is the only chapter this week. I rushed to the end of my last fic, and the story suffered for it. I don't want to do it again. It is a bit of a disappointment, but it will lead to a better story in the end.

About this chapter: Kuroka has been an... interesting character to write. In many ways, she's like a more expressive Mikasa. In others, she's been a wholly unique character. I always wanted her to be the type of character that exemplified AOT's habit of forcing characters to choose what they value at their most basic, most profound level.

Annie to return to her father. For Floch, it was a safe Eldia. For Historia, it was Ymir. Eren with Mikasa and Armin. Despite loving others and having all sorts of connections and concerns, these people are forced to throw away parts to protect what truly matters to them.

Someone who can't sacrifice anything can never change anything.

Kuroka, as I hope comes across, loves Eren deeply. But, no matter how I write her, I can't imagine her picking a man she loves over Shirone. Not if I want to stay true to her character. If Eren couldn't see the future, if he wasn't so hell-bent on getting to that endpoint, she would have done anything to get that dream of hers.

Forced to choose between her dream and Shirone's safety (and what Eren's doing to achieve his smile), she chose the latter.

Koneko also shines, I think, when she had her sister to play off of. Nowhere near as expressive, but loving in her own way. Very family-focused yet shaped by the trauma of her life. Issei's death simply solidified the beliefs that had been taking shape throughout this fic.

I think that's all I'll say for now to avoid spoilers. I am really excited for the coming chapters and am bummed they need to wait longer, but I do want them to be as good as I can make them. I think the next chapter or the one after will be a real dividing mark on whether someone enjoys the end of this book or not. There will be a few others, but this is where things get... creative.

If you've stuck with me this long, I can only ask that you try to reach the end with me.

I will meet you all, hopefully feeling better, next Friday on the bench.

PS: Special credit to Sagely Hijinks on Spacebattles for the first omake. I love it when something I create inspires others. It's short and poignant, a 'What-if' Bad-End. You can consider it pseudo-canon as a 'what-if' timeline that Eren looked at but not the Path he took.
 
Beautiful Chapter! Though Siegfried has a small number of appearances in this story, he came across as a huge badass, feeling and talking like a true swordsman in my opinion. Kuroka's plan is quite fascinating and I'm curious to know if her plan to reincarnate Eren would have worked, she also has been quite the standout character both in this chapter and the story in general, I really empathize with her, and it was a very emotional and amazing scene, seeing her have to give up on her dream to protect Shirone. I personally would also say that Kuroka was willing to give up her dream so that Eren could have his smile as well and that it was really the combination of the two that caused her to give finally up on her dream. The ending made me smile even though it was a cliff hanger, looking forward to seeing what happens next. I hope you feel better soon and no worries about taking longer, I say take as long as you need. See you next Friday on the bench.
 
Thank you for the great chapter, please take all the time you need to feel better. Stay safe out there and keep up the good work!
 
Thanks for the chapter and best wishes on the recovery. No need to rush the last stretch, much better to end with something you're happy with. Excited to see how it plays out but anticipation is fun too
 
Survivors
ZOOM ZOOM IYAAN!

Those were the first words Issei Hyoudou heard.

Well...Not 'heard' so much as 'experienced.'

[...They have that song in the afterlife?]

He wasn't speaking, not really.

To speak, you need a mouth. Air and lungs. You required the concept of sound.

Issei felt nothing. Saw nothing.

Was nothing.

There wasn't even darkness.

There was just Issei.

Alone.

With his thoughts.

His regrets.

And that song.

HE HAS SEEN LOTS OF OPPAI, BUT HE LIKES BIG ONES THE BEST!

[Why?]

The question, more of a plea, cut through the nothingness.

[Ddraig!?]

[Why is he singing that?]

OPPAI-DRAGON ALSO PUSHES TODAY

Issei wasn't hearing things, for he had no ears. It was more like 'communication' was being transmitted to Issei directly.

But he'd recognize his partner anywhere.

[Is it because he's made of Dreams? That has to be it, right? It's popular and kids dream, right? They'll grow out of it, right?... Please?]

[There, there,] Issei tried to console his friend, unsure if the dragon could hear him. [It's not so bad. It means you're popular. So many are looking up to you now. You're the coolest dragon.]

[Sob.]

ON THE EDGE OF A CERTAIN SEA, THE OPPAI DRAGON WAS FLYING

[Uh... I know you're, um, sad, but... am I dead? Can you hear me?]

There was a moment of silence, and Issei feared his words would go unheard.

Maybe this was what death was like, a void of nothing where you heard things but were unable to affect anything?

[...You died, partner.] Ddraig said with a sad sigh. [Samael's poison is deadly to dragons. Extremely so. Even I, at my peak, would have died if subjected to what Ophis went through.]

IN THE SUMMER SEAS, THE OPPAI IS FULL OF DREAMS!

[...ah...]

That...

Issei didn't know how to feel about that.

Sad?

Of course, he was sad! He didn't want to die, damnit!

Issei had just lost his virginity! He only had two girlfriends! He'd barely had time to get used to being a devil and Ddraig's partner!

He wouldn't be there for the season 2 premiere! The kids would be disappointed!

His parents would be devastated! They had tried so hard to have a kid, and then he went and died. This would destroy them.

And his friends?

Issei... didn't know. They were strong. Stronger than him, but at the same time, they had dealt with a lot of stuff in their past.

He didn't want his recklessness to be the reason they were hurt again.

Asia and Xenovia...

Satans damnit! Issei didn't know what to feel. Of course, He'd miss them and wanted them to be happy, but...

AGH! SOMEONE ELSE WOULD GET TO TOUCH THEIR OPPAI! ARRRRGGGGGG! HE WAS SO JEALOUS!

And mad.

Issei found himself almost angrier than ever before.

At Eren.

What right did he have to kill Issei? Was it because of the Crimson World Wall? Issei remembered vividly the rage, pain, and disgust on Eren's face when he talked about Walls.

Had Issei's choice of power been wrong? Or did it not matter, and Eren would have killed him anyway for Ddraig?

Why did he get to kill someone just because he needed Boosted Gear?

Rage, grief, regret and confusion swirled around the disembodied consciousness that was now 'Issei Hyoudou.'

Ddraig knew the risks of leaving him like that, but some things needed to be said.

[Your soul should have been destroyed. The only reason it wasn't was because the Boosted Gear, the source of draconic traits, was taken out of your body before it was.]

[...So I'm in the Gear now? Like the Senpais? Can I talk to them?]

If this was what life, or unlife, was like for them, Issei felt bad for not being kinder to them. This was going to get boring really fast.

This seriously sucked.

[You are but...]

There was a feeling of foreboding as Ddraig trailed off softly.

[Ddraig?]

[I'm sorry, Parnter.] Ddraig said sombrely. [The Gear extraction killed you, but your soul wouldn't have come along. It would have been left in the body with the poison.]

[But I'm here. You saved me?]

[I didn't. My former weilders... they initiated Juggernaught Drive at the last second.] Issei could hear the grief in Ddraig's voice. [They switched places with you.]

Ah...

Ahhh...

[Belzard-senpai? Elsha-senpai? Everyone?]

[...Everyone. To make room for you. Juggernaut Drive is all or nothing. They told me to pass on a message when you woke up.]

[...What is it?]

['They were Oppai Dragon's biggest fans. They couldn't let the wielder who made Boosted Gear a symbol of hope disappear.'] Ddraig paused for a second, then let out a defeated sigh before continuing. [And... 'ZOOM ZOOM IYAAN.']

Ahhhhhhhhhhh.

Issei wished he could cry.

Wished he could scream.

Wished he could punch Eren in the face.

He couldn't.

All he could do was wallow in the pain, rage, and grief, plunging deeper and deeper into that pit of misery and loss.

[I'm sorry, partner.] Ddraig repeated, knowing this was the first time Issei had lost someone.

The closest was when Asia fell into the Gap; even then, Vali saved her.

[...Eren has the Gear now?]

[No.] Ddraig said bluntly. [Ophis recognized what happened and took it before he could.]

[Ophis?] Issei asked, the surprise giving him a brief respite from his loss.

"Yes. I, saved Issei."

[Gah!] Issei shouted in surprise at the... not the voice, but the fact that he was experiencing sound at all without a body or ears. [Ophis! What is going on?]

"Issei is being saved."

[She... um...] Ddraig's hesitation in explaining what happened did not fill Issei with confidence. [She brought you to someone that could help.]

"Look."

Suddenly, Issei had sight again.

Still no body, but he could perceive the world as if he were a camera floating over a scene in a movie.

A Kaiju movie, to be specific.

[Woah!] Issei exclaimed, for a second forgetting his grief as his awe overpowered everything else.

Enormous red scales larger than his body. Wings bigger than his house. A maw that could have swallowed his school.

It was freaking huge!

And Ophis was punching it.

This was a dragon.

THE Dragon.

Even Issei could guess who, and what, this was.

[Great Red?!] Issei, completely bamboozled at the sight of the gargantuan beast flying through the void of the Dimensional Gap, couldn't help the scream of surprise from leaving his voice.

Ophis kept hitting the scale she was on, a mask of concentration on her face as she pounded tiny fists into a scale with a miniature frown.

It had no effect, like a child trying to beat up a mountain, and the enormous beast kept flying, even doing a barrel roll in the sky that turned into a corkscrew dive.

[Ophis brought you to Great Red so he could give you another body.] Ddraig explained. [Look near that spike. To the left of Ophis.]

Issei didn't have eyes to look, but he could direct his attention to the spot.

It looked like a mound, vaguely human-shaped, leaning against the large spine of the dragon.

[Is that me?] Issei asked. [Am I not dead?]

[You are dead.] Ddraig corrected. [You just won't be for long.]

[Uwaaaaa!] Issei... well, bawled wouldn't be entirely correct, but it was the disembodied equivalent. [Thank you, Ophis-sama! Thank you, Great Red-sama!]

Wait.

[But Ophis? Don't you... hate Great Red?]

"Bake Red is loud. Annoying." For emphasis Ophis smacked the dragon with her palm.

Even in her weakened state, she was still twice as strong as Ddraig, and her blow could have destroyed the Himalayas.

Great Red didn't even feel it.

"But..." Ophis paused her 'beating' of her hated foe. Her frown deepened, and her brow furrowed. "Issei dying... hurt. Didn't want that. Even for Silence."

[Uwaaaaaaa! Ophis-chan! Thank you!]

Perhaps to stop his partner from spiritually crying like a baby, Ddraig hurried to speak.

[Great Red is a being of Dreams. Strong dreams or popular dreams are like... food or blood to him.] Ddraig said, then sighed, and the following words sounded as if they were coming through clenched teeth. [Oppai Dragon is very popular, so he's doing you this favour just this once.]

More than ever before, Issei felt those same dreams. Those expectations. Those hopes.

He had failed them.

In the worst possible way, he had failed everyone.

Issei Hyoudou had died a failure.

For a second time.

There would not be a third.

Not when this failure, this third chance, had been paid for by his Senpais souls.

[Thank you, Great Red.]

The enormous dragon didn't respond to Issei's thanks, just tucking its wings into a triple front flip that would have made Issei nauseous if he had a body.

Issei didn't know if that was in response to his words, but he decided to ask the question he feared answered most.

[How long has it been?]

[...Only a few hours. You woke up because your body's almost done.]

A few hours.

Not his worst fears of days lost, but still way longer than he had hopped.

Issei remembered Le Fay's warning. Without Boosted Gear to prolong the time he could hold onto Ophis' power, Eren would only have hours before it dissipated.

Ophis, in saving Issei, had forced Eren into a very tight schedule.

A few hours might as well have been an eternity when Issei considered what he might find when he returned.

[How much longer?]

[Not long. Less than an hour. Great Red can do pretty much anything. It just copied your impression of yourself and used it as a base. It probably could have done it in an hour if it was a blank template body.]

[I'll be the same?] Issei asked, a bit surprised. He had been afraid he'd become some sort of dragon/human hybrid with scales, claws and a snout.

Which would be awesome, but he was worried that Great Red wouldn't consider the important parts.

Like the ability to have sex.

Wait! This was a new body. Did that mean he was a virgin again!?

Damnit! He just lost it!!!

[You'll look the same, but you won't be human. Or a devil. Your body is made from Great Red's flesh. It will be stronger. Tougher. If nothing else, you'll be able to Boost more without as much strain.]

[Awesome! Can I use magic now?]

[No. Magic is soul-based. Your reserves are still as pitiful as ever.]

Issei felt like crying.

He wanted to be able to teleport by himself, but it looked like the days of going to clients' houses on a bicycle were not over just yet.

[Partner...] Ddraig paused as if unsure how to say something. In the end, he decided to be blunt. [Your Evil Piece was left in your old body. You are no longer a member of a Peerage. And you don't have to become one. You don't have to become a devil again.]

[I will be.] Issei said instantly. [I am Rias Gremory's Rook.]

[If it's about your dream, you'll be stronger than ever. Your girlfriends won't leave you, and I'm sure you can still become a Harem King without the Peerage system. Plenty of my former hosts had harems without it.]

[I know. It's not about that.] Issei said seriously, resolution filling his voice. [I don't care if I'm human, a devil, or a dragon. Gods, fallen angels, angels, Yokai... I've met them all. None of that crap matters to me. I'm Rias Gremory's Rook because that's who I want to be. I want to defend my friends and family. That's it.]

[And it has nothing to do with Yeager?]

[...I am going to show Senpai that race doesn't matter. That he was wrong thinking I broke my promise. I can be a Wall to protect everyone, not just devils. He wasn't wrong to trust me. Even if he poisons me with Samael again, I'll be tough enough to endure even that! The Wall he hates so much will be the hero he never could be!]

[...So long as you are sure this is what you want, I'll be with you to the end, Partner.]

[Thank you, Partner.]

The pair lapsed into silence.

Issei tried to distract himself with everything he could so as not to think about the loss of his Senpais or what might have happened while he was gone.

Or what could be happening at this very moment.

Great Red was a good source of distraction, the titanic dragon seeming to have an inexhaustible source of tricks to perform in the void.

If anything, having an audience spurred it on further, and it occasionally used its power to add special effects to flips, dives, rolls, or maneuvers Issei didn't know the names of.

Ophis continued to (ineffectively) try and beat up Great Red, seeming to not tire of her failed attempts.

Eventually, something changed.

Great Red, mid-triple-axel, paused.

Then he took a sharp turn, flying in a seemingly random direction in the Dimensional Gap.

[What's going on?] Issei asked. There was no way to orient oneself in this place, so he didn't know if they were going somewhere specific.

[Great Red sensed something.] Ddraig said simply, unsure himself. [Said he knows where to send you back. People are calling out to you.]

[Really!?] Issei asked, excitement and fear warring in his heart. He hadn't been looking forward to popping up somewhere randomly on Earth or the Underworld and trying to find his way home. But if people needed saving, that meant they were in danger. [Where?]

"Lot of people are crying out for Oppai Dragon," Ophis said, pausing in her tiny barrage to look at the mound of Issei's still-growing body. "Issei is still growing. Needs more time."

[How long?]

"Mmmm. Half a cookie? Less?"

[Eat or cook?]

"Cook. Seventeen cookies if eating.]

It took Issei a second to translate that into non-Ophis units of time.

A bit over five minutes, then.

It took a little over one minute for Great Red to reach the destination, a part of the Gap that looked the same to Issei as every other.

The enormous dragon hovered in the air for a moment before the space in front of it seemed to ripple, and Issei could see what had attracted Great Red.

It was chaos.

White Titans were everywhere, attacking everyone. Issei recognized Sairaorg and his Peerage, Sona's Peerage, and even a few devils here and there.

They were all fighting with everything they had, trying to survive under an onslaught of the giants.

As Issei watched, a devil in some official-looking uniform was separated from the others and impaled on a pitchfork of white bone. Another Titan lashed out with an armoured fist, splattering the screaming devil in a shower of gore.

It wasn't hard to find his friends amidst the chaos. Most were orbiting around an amorphous blob of blood-red eyes and shadows.

Issei's relief at seeing them mostly intact was overwhelmed by his worry when he saw Titans being frozen in time by the creature's gaze.

That was Gasper! What had happened to the shut-in dhampir to turn him into... that?!

Rias and Akeno were simultaneously trying to dodge the random outbursts of Gasper's Gear while still trying to stem the seemingly inexhaustible tide of white Titans.

The others were also doing their best but were nowhere near their leaders in kill count.

And it was showing.

Already, dozens of Titans had scaled the city walls and entered it while the defenders fought for their lives. They rampaged, destroying buildings as they chased fleeing civilians.

Beyond the field of devils fighting was a battle that eclipsed any Issei had ever witnessed before.

An enormous Titan of muscle and bone battled with an equally large white armoured figure.

Issei recognized Vali's Balance Breaker Mail, though he had no idea how it had gotten so large. Similarly, he noticed the slightly smaller (in comparison only) Fenrir and Gogmagog doing their best to hinder Eren whenever they got the chance.

Issei looked at this battle of giants, comparable or equal to Great Red in size, and felt...

Helpless.

Angry.

So angry.

Was Eren fighting his friends and team just so he could kill all these people?

Every second that passed, Eren pushed Vali back further, drawing nearer to recreating the Rumbling.

What happened to not wanting to repeat mistakes?

Eren was going to commit genocide. Again.

Unless he was stopped.

[How long?] Issei asked, fury stoked in his chest.

[Another minute.] Ddraig answered instantly. Then paused as if listening to something. [Great Red said he'll help if you can wait till your body's done.]

[Really? That'd be great!] Eren had Ophis' power, and, as angry as he was, Issei was aware that he might not be able to help more than simply erect the Crimson World Wall to help stem the tide of smaller Titans. [Is it because of the Dream thing? He doesn't want a bunch of people who can dream to die?]

[...No,] Ddraig said, sounding exasperated. [Great Red doesn't really care if most people live or die. He's killed more people on accident than those that are here. It's just... He thinks the fight looks awesome. He doesn't want to be left out.]

Right. Powerful dragons just did whatever they felt like whenever they felt like.

It was a good reminder that Great Red wasn't his friend or ally, no matter how thankful Issei was to him.

Once again, Issei was reminded that for every dozen devils or dragons that was reasonable there was one that was a battle maniac like Vali or as vile as Diodora.

... Then again, humans like Freed existed too.

Or Eren.

The thought was enough to sober Issei up, and he watched, helpless to do anything, as his friends struggled to stay alive under the relentless attack of his Senpai.

Every second that passed, he saw the destruction Eren was bringing to the world.

A world Issei wanted to protect.

The loss of his Senpais. The sting of Eren's betrayal. The fear of death. The helplessness. The weight of his failure.

It piled up and up and up, swelling, growing, ready to be unleashed.

As a new arrival in the fight, an enormous black cat with seven tails launched itself at Eren's back, Issei received the message he had been waiting for.

[Brace yourself.]

The first second was increadibly disorienting as sensation, actual feeling, rushed back.

Issei was overwhelmed by the sound of his own heartbeat, the smell of the dragon, and the pressure of Great Red's flesh around him.

For a second, Issei experienced seeing things from the disembodied position while simultaneously perceiving the darkness of the... sack in which his new body was formed.

Then he was bursting free, the pouch opening to expel him into the chaotic swirl of colours of the Dimensional Gap.

Issei didn't even take a moment to luxuriate in the feeling of being alive again, didn't even notice his own nudity, or that Ophis had stopped hitting Great Red again to float away.

Issei didn't dare hesitate for even a second longer.

Already, he feared he was too late.

The pressure in his heart doubled and doubled every moment that passed as he looked out at the enormous form of the Founding Titan.

Boosted Gear appeared on his wrist.

Scale mail-clad his form.

And, when Issei felt a pressure, a foreign yet familiar presence, he let it seep into him.

Great Red was... Power. So much power.

It was easy to say he was made of Dreams and could do whatever he wanted, but feeling it seep into his soul was a humbling experience for Issei.

Issei should have exploded from being stuffed full of the Dragon of Dragon's might.

He didn't.

Great Red simply didn't allow him to. For all intents and purposes, Issei was a part of the enormous beast, both contained together in the shell of the Boosted Gear's Scail Mail.

Instead of popping like a particularly disgusting grape, like air being blown into a balloon, Great Red disappeared as Issei inflated.

Great Red was Issei Hyoudou, the wielder of the Boosted Gear and a hero the masses cried out to for salvation.

In that heartbeat of a moment, as his Scail Mail grew to match Vali's in size, Issei somewhat understood Eren.

This must be what he felt as he absorbed Ophis' power.

This heady feeling, this unending well of potential, could be used to shape the world however he wanted.

And Eren used that power, power gained from Ophis' torment and Issei's death, to destroy and terrorize.

Space tore.

A red gauntlet formed a fist.

The pressure in Issei's heart erupted with a yell.

[EEEEEERRRRRRREEEEEEENNNNN!]

And Issei punched Eren in the face.

********

Words... couldn't describe it.

Ever since Issei's death, there had been a weight in the air. An unspoken promise of death, doom, and destruction.

How could they stand up against Ophis' power? When faced with the power of the Infinite, what could they do but try and survive?

They were but tiny birds flying amidst a storm at sea, knowing they could die at any time yet still desperately searching for land. For a way to survive.

And that was only for those who knew of Eren's plan or Issei's death.

It must have seemed like a terrifying, confusing mess to everyone else.

The Satans were gone.

The army was gone.

Agreas and all its defenders were destroyed.

A giant so large as to tower over mountains stomping toward them as an army of white Titans tore through a refugee camp and its few remaining combatants.

Even if they did not know of Ophis' power, the devils of the Underworld could sense the despair, the fear, and the helplessness as they fled for their lives.

What initially hope there was, from the arrival of the White Dragon Emperor and his team to delay the monster, was fleeting as the situation continued to change, evolve, and deteriorate.

Every ray of hope seemed to appear only to die a cruel death.

Even the arrival of a new monster, the seven-tailed cat, seemed unable to put this nightmare to rest.

Devils were not known for being creatures of prayer, but they still hope. Wishes. Dreams.

They, like everyone else in the world, didn't want to die. Didn't want their friends and family to die. They wanted to keep living.

The single wish of all beings born, no matter race or creed, to be able to live.

Yet, it seemed like these giants, these Titans, had been created specifically to snuff out that wish.

It was the Underworld's darkest hour.

If there was ever a moment for a hero to appear, this was it.

And, like a miracle from a god they once fought against, one appeared.

Words could not describe what everyone felt as they saw the red armoured form deliver a clear blow to the Titan.

To many, the Red Dragon Emperor was a figure of legend, a being of almost unsurpassed power that was as much a part of mythology as it was a real figure of terror and awe.

Every few decades, there'd be a new story about one of the Heavenly Dragons destroying or killing something, a country, a prominent figure, or just taking control of an area. They were natural disasters more than people.

Until the most recent wielder of the Boosted Gear changed all that.

To the children of the Underworld, Oppai Dragon was a hero. Plain and simple. Many, seeing their hero arrive in the knick of time, cheered. Some clapped. A few started to sing the theme song they knew so well.

To those who knew him best, Issei Hyoudou's arrival wasn't just a joyous occasion.

It was a miracle.

Issei Hyoudou was dead.

His body rested in a protected room in the Hyoudou Residence.

His Evil Piece sat on a nightstand in the Gremory Estate.

He had died, betrayed, poisoned, and alone.

To see the Boosted Gear Scale Mail. To hear his voice. To realize that he was alive...

It was like there was happiness in the world again. Joy. Hope.

Smiles were the least of their reactions.

Tears of joy were also common.

Asia Argento openly wept as her Sacred Gear underwent a fundamental shift at seeing the man she loved again.

And, in the mind of one young woman, the pieces fell into place.

Why Eren could smile after killing his friend.

And how they could win.

Without Boosted Gear, Eren's power was on a time limit. One that would come into effect any second. If they could hold out just a bit longer, they'd beat Eren.

...He'd die, making them all heroes after having achieved his aim.

A recreation of how he had gone out in the last life...

As grief warred with pain and finally settled into resolution in Sona Sitri's heart, she quickly set up a plan to see them through this terrible storm and into tomorrow.

...Sona failed to take into account one crucial aspect.

One nobody could understand because they didn't know how the Path ended.

To Eren Yeager, everything that was happening now, this attack, terror, and destruction... It occurred before he ever arrived in Kuoh.

He had seen, experienced, and lived all this the moment he accessed the power of the Founder.

To everyone else, this was the present and the future.

To Eren, it was the past.

And that was where Sona's one flaw in her understanding, through no fault of her own, prevented her and everyone else from understanding Eren Yeager.

It was the same mistake Mikasa had made, the same error everyone who knew him was making.

It wasn't their fault. They simply didn't have all the pieces. Nobody did.

Without them, they could not realize a straightforward truth.

The Eren Yeager who had crushed his world flat, killing eighty percent of the population...

The Eren Yeager who awoke in another world with no explanation but a Path to follow, one so similar yet different to his first life...

The Eren Yeager who ran away from it all, who sought out an answer as to why he'd do the terrible things he did...

That Eren Yeager was not who they were dealing with.

The Eren Yeager who arrived at the bench differed from the Eren Yeager who left it.

And nobody yet knew the world he'd build.

But they would.

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"Hahahahahaha," Rizevim Lucifer laughed and clapped as he watched the Red Dragon Emperor punch Eren Yeager in the face.

He could see the shock in people's faces, see how the battle seemed to pause with the sudden new arrival, and the realization set in as the Titan was sent flying, jaw wholly torn off from the strength of the blow.

Yeager's fall carved a canyon into the ground as he skidded to a stop.

Rizevim hoped it hurt.

The only way this could be better would be if he could see the disbelief on his disappointment of a grandson's face, but he'd have to settle for the body language that shone through the white armour.

It was easy to read.

Everyone had completely frozen at the suddenly resurrected Red Dragon Emperor, from the disappointment of a Lucifer to Eren's pet to the God Killer and the automaton. His enormous size helped.

They got over it quickly, joining the attack on the Titan.

Eren got to his feet as the Red Dragon Emperor bore down on him, every step a tremor. He raised a forearm to block a punch, his arm shimmering in a crystalline hue as the red gauntlet crashed into it with a cacophonous din and retaliated a punch of his own.

The White Dragon Emperor got to him first, ducking low, getting in close, and unleashing a flurry of blows on Eren's chest. Blue wings continued to vent power Vali couldn't absorb, but the punches themselves impacted with the force of meteors. Bone snapped. Muscles tore. Eren's rib cage dented.

Fenrir was there, tearing a chunk as big as a building from the Titan's thigh.

The cat Youkai was on Eren's feet, holding him down, with Kasha nailing his feet to the ground.

Hyoudou, with the openings provided, couldn't miss. Like Eren, he raised his forearm but deflected the blow to the side rather than block, letting his left hook crash into Eren's face once more.

The enormous skull shattered. Eyeballs pulped. Teeth rained like immense hail.

Rizevim continued to smile and laugh as he watched his 'partner' take the beating of a lifetime.

He could see how it would play out in their mind now.

The Red Dragon Emperor was not used to working with this team and only had passable fighting skills. He made up for it by being the strongest there, every second growing stronger.

His allies made up for his weaknesses.

Rizevim could say many negative things about his grandson, and he did, but there was no denying that Vali Lucifer was a genius on the battlefield.

It barely took him seconds to adapt to the Red Dragon Emperor's presence, changing his style to one that focused on exploiting weak points and openings instead of being the lead combatant. And every blow weakened Eren further.

His team followed suit, taking their leader's cues and shifting to a more supportive role to give the Red Dragon Emperor the openings he needed against a more experienced opponent.

Rizevim could almost imagine the hope growing in them as they fought, growing stronger as Eren weakened.

They weren't just holding out anymore.

They were winning.

Had the holy sword user still been here, they may have already carved the Titan free of his body.

Even without Arthur Pendragon, if this continued, then Eren would lose.

Rizevim could see that realization in everyone in Lilith, the hope, the excitement.

He allowed it to grow and allowed Eren to keep losing.

Every moment, Eren was pushed further and further away from the Underworld capital by the unified might of the two Heavenly Dragons.

For the first time in history, the Red Dragon Emperor and White Dragon Emperor fought together. And together, they undid all of Eren's progress, pushing him even further back than when he arrived with Agreas.

It was almost enough to bring a tear to the eye.

If nothing else, seeing the Titan like this was cathartic in the extreme.

And entertaining.

It was always important to take simple pleasures in life, or the ennui would kill you before any of your enemies could.

But, if Rizevim wanted his own goals to succeed, he couldn't allow Yeager to die.

Just yet, at least.

So, like Hyoudou, he'd appear just in time to save the day.

What was the term again?

Diabolus Ex Machina?

A perfect fit if Rizevim said so himself.

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There are years where nothing happens and minutes where everything happens.

Undoubtedly, the last half hour was some of the most confusing, terrifying, and complex in the Underworld's history.

The situation had changed so much, so quickly, and so often that nobody was a hundred percent sure what was going on anymore. Enemies turned to allies. Success and failure vacillating every second.

Such was the nature of war.

It can change on a dime.

For better or worse.

It happened in the span of two seconds.

Most never even realized what went wrong.

One moment, the defenders of the Underworld were winning.

In a moment that would go down in history, the White Dragon Emperor and the Red Dragon Emperor had teamed up to defeat the attacking Titan.

The giant was on the ground, on his back, as most of his limbs were constrained by Kuroka, Fenrir, and Gogmagog, while Issei Hyoudou and Vali Lucifer did their best to destroy Eren's body faster than he could heal it.

The next moment, a devil appeared behind the pair.

In less than a second, he had flown from Vali's back to Issei's.

Perhaps, had Great Red enhanced the Boosted Gear instead of just increasing Issei's size, nothing would have happened when Rizevim touched him.

But, the world's first Super Devil's ability didn't care about the host, only the Sacred Gear.

Incredibly situational and even weak compared to Sirzechs' or Adjuka's abilities, Sacred Gear Canceller was the perfect counter for all who relied on God's system.

At that moment, when Rizevim touched both the White Dragon Emperor and the Red Dragon Emperor, their Sacred Gears reset.

Gargantuan armour disappeared as the Boosted Gear and Divine Dividing returned to the depths of their host's soul.

All the Boosts faded. All the Divides disappeared.

Their armours retracted, leaving two young men and a hundred-meter red dragon flying above the fallen Titan.

Rizevim Lucifer laughed as he watched hope turn to confusion, then despair, teleporting away.

He knew, as strong as he was, he wouldn't survive what came next if he stayed around.

But neither would they.

With all his power and size returned, Eren lunged for Great Red.

And he stopped holding back.

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And so begins what I think of as 'secret part 5.' It's not a separate part, just the beginning of chapters to the last, which will all be controversial in one way or another. From here on out, these chapters will make or break On The Bench for some people. Some may hate it. Some may love it. Either way, I am committed to walking the Path to the end.

Before anything else, I would like to thank everyone for their well wishes and concern last week. It means a lot to me. I know exactly how frustrating it can be to wait for another release of a story I love, and your patience is deeply appreciated.

About this chapter: I'll be honest, from a 'writer' point of view, I would have preferred Issei to stay dead. Death needs to have stakes. One of my biggest complaints about comics is their lack of commitment to keeping the dead dead. It ruins the impact when you know the character will just come back later.

That being said, fanfiction has its problems on the subject. If I was doing an AU, it wouldn't matter so much, but I decided at the beginning that I would remain as committed to canon's rules as I could be, both AOTs and DxDs.

More than that, I couldn't think of a reason Eren would choose a future where Issei stayed dead. Not if I wanted to stay true to my understanding of his character. Eren can and will kill for the future he wants. But he would never let his friends die if he could find a way around it.

In his world, he couldn't find a way to save Sasha, no matter how much he looked, and still get the ending he wanted. In this one, where resurrections in various forms are common, he'd use every one of them, no matter how dubious, if it meant saving the people he cared about.

I have so much more I want to say, but I've already deleted six paragraphs of this AN because of spoilers, so I'll stop here. I hope the wait was worth it, and I will meet you all again on Sunday on the bench.
PS: A shoutout to OrangeMaster on Spacebattles for their Omake. I enjoyed it and hope they continue it if the desire takes them.
 
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More than that, I couldn't think of a reason Eren would choose a future where Issei stayed dead. Not if I wanted to stay true to my understanding of his character. Eren can and will kill for the future he wants. But he would never let his friends die if he could find a way around it.

In his world, he couldn't find a way to save Sasha, no matter how much he looked, and still get the ending he wanted. In this one, where resurrections in various forms are common, he'd use every one of them, no matter how dubious, if it meant saving the people he cared about.
To be fair, Im just wanting Eren to go from his 80 percent of all humanity dead strat actually work to 100 percent of all the people of the ones he wants dead the most strat to work.

Though it makes sense knowing that Eren would step on an orphange filled with kids if it meant his friends were alive so of course he would find DxD as a grand old time to keep them "alive" long enough for him to see his actions take root and succeed without permanently "taking" them out.
 
Thanks for the chappy!!!! I'll be honest, I was kinda 50/50 on if Issei was coming back, I wasn't sure what tone you wanted to set for the next section/the end if that's what it was. If he stayed dead, it'd have been just straight despair, cause even with all the stuff they had, Eren as he is woulda bodied 'em all. Not sure what the purpose of going for Great Red is, besides keeping his promise to Ophis, unless it has to do with the potential meta-stuff that Great Red can get up to/might be responsible for (there's lotsa theories about him, lol).
That said, thanks again for the chappy!!!!
 
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Nice. The justaposition played very well. I was wondering where Rizevim was. He didn't look loke he was going to just disappear right when the story got to the ending.

And if Eren's plan actually accounted for Great Red then not only he might actually keep his promise to Ophis, he might just straight up give the damn smug bastard an actual beating like it long deserved.
 
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Whatever happens is gonna happen. I just generally don't like fics where people try fix settings where things generally went fine anyway.

Why not unleash Eren in a setting where his method of " helping" can only go better Like worm, 40k or the walking dead TV series instead of one that superficially looks bad but really was entering an era of peace, security and cooperation even before he "helped".

We'll see what happens, but probably unless it is a complete ass pull I can tell this was all gonna just be at best him traumatizing everyone for minimal (if he didnt exist)gains as a result of his own traumas and paranoia.

By all means carry on, I appreciate the story anyway and wanna see where your going with this train wreck.
 
Great chapter! I'm not sure how to feel about Issei's resurrection, but I'm excited to see what future Eren is working towards and how it will all fit together in the end, also a true Kaju fight between the Titan and Great Red with Eren no longer holding back will be quite interesting to see. Hope you're feeling better. See you Sunday on the bench.
 
It is understandable, why you had to resurrect Issei considering Eren's character and DxD's canon plotline, despite not wanting to.

By far it is an interesting DxD fanfiction which I consider to be written well because you are staying true to every character whether from AoT or DxD., leagues better than the majority of the DxD fanfics out there.

Keep the great work, Author.
 
The Battle of Broken Worlds
If it weren't for Kuroka's presence, they would have died.

In the few short moments between the disappearance of the Boosted Gear and Divine Dividing and Eren's lunge, Kuroka's knowledge of Eren's tactics, her own inclinations for survival, and her desire to see almost everyone fighting in this battle to live to see another day was the difference between life and death for Bikou, Vali, Le Fay, and Issei.

Eren was on his back, and the return to his original size should have made him slower and less agile due to the sheer mass he now had to swing around.

Longer limbs meant greater reach and strides but meant they needed to cross greater distances to accomplish the same task as someone with shorter limbs. A simple rule of reality.

None of that mattered to someone with enough power.

From Eren's back, enormous pillars of white bone erupted, pushing his shoulders upward while more of it held his lower body to the ground as if he were doing a sit-up. The movement was so violent and sudden that it tore the Titan's lower back.

Instinct had Fenrir leap away from the arm he had been biting down on, and even then, the movement of the limbs it passed created a localized tornado in the air due to the sheer amount of oxygen displaced at high speeds that sent the great wolf flying.

Gogamagog didn't have that same instinct to let go of its pinned limb.

Eren's other arm rose so fast and violently that the enormous Golem was flung like a bullet, shooting off into the atmosphere and passing from sight in an instant.

Kuroka, holding down Eren's feet with Kasha and claws, had more time than the two on his arms to react. Not by much, but it was enough.

She also had noticed the very obvious fact that both Issei Hyoudou and Vali Lucifer were no longer clad in their respective giant armoured Sacred Gears.

Kuroka made a quick decision in less time than it took for most to blink.

She let go of Eren's legs, avoiding the white material that surged to hold him down to get leverage and jumped.

Not away from Eren, but upwards.

Her leap carried her to the sky and landed on Great Red's back.

The hundred-meter dragon had been having fun and suddenly found itself no longer part of a giant armoured mech, much to its displeasure.

It barely noticed the tiny (to it) cat that hopped on its back, looking around for whoever had ruined its epic kaiju battle.

If it had more than a few seconds to look, there was no doubt that Rizevim Lucifer would have died.

No matter how far one ran, one did not annoy Great Red and live.

Eren had no intention of giving the Dragon of Dreams a few seconds.

Barely was his top half vertical, and healed from the self-inflicted damage, that he used the same tactic on his lower body.

More pillars pushed him upward at an angle, launching himself in a lunging tackle for the red dragon a third his size.

Kuroka didn't waste even a breath, one of her tails wrapping around a still dumbfounded and confused Issei and jumping again.

Vali was in a slightly better position, both because his Gear had been nullified first and because he was simply a better fighter.

He had reacted quickly, opening his wings to stop himself from falling and, seeing Eren's sudden movements, had tried to rise.

Vali was fast, but he was much slower than usual without his Gear, and there was no way he would have escaped in time. So he let one of Kuroka's other tails wrap around him without resistance as she rose.

The clone that had been with Le Fay this entire time, hidden in a small piece of folded space, appeared on the original's back, holding both her and Bikou.

The twenty-meter cat rose quickly into the sky with her passengers in tow.

Eren passed right under, so close that Kuroka pushed off his shoulder to get more distance.

Eren crashed into Great Red.

The impact was strong enough that the shock wave broke the sound barrier as Eren's shoulder slammed into the dragon, white material crystalized into spikes that drove into scaled flesh.

Momentum and mass carried the pair further from Kuroka and her passengers, further from the city, as Great Red roared in pain for the first time in... probably forever.

They crashed into the mountains, flattening the land with their bulk. Great Red, now enraged, used its long neck to bite into Eren's shoulder, carving through reinforced flesh and bone.

Kuroka's clone, watching from the original's back, caught a flash of something on the back of Eren's neck.

Eren tore himself free of his Titan as its great bulk pressed down on the Dragon of Dragons.

Kuroka realized what was about to happen.

Kuroka created a platform under her feet, jumping again in a desperate rush to get away.

Anything to get some more distance.

There was no time for teleportation, and Arthur was gone.

Barriers. Reinforcement. Blessings.

With every ounce of Senjutsu, Youjustu, and magic Kuroka had, she protected herself and her friends.

Eren bit down on the webbing between his thumb and forefinger.

A sun was born right on top of Great Red.

And Kuroka wasn't far enough away.

Not from a blast like this.

Not when Eren wasn't holding back.

All her attempts to escape and defences would have meant nothing in the face of the Infinite fighting the Dream.

But they still had a piece of the Infinite with them.

Like Great Red, Ophis had been separated from Issei with Rizevim's reset of the Boosted Gear. She hadn't been empowering him to fight Eren but wanted to watch everything nonetheless.

Unlike Great Red, she was tiny enough that when Kuroka scooped up Issei, she had taken the little dragon in another of her tails.

Ophis, enormously diminished though she was since Eren stole her power, would still be counted in the upper half of the Top Ten.

And she had no desire to see her family, everyone she had come to care about, die in the wake of a battle she had asked for.

As Kuroka braced for the force and heat of the blast, Ophis conjured one of her snakes of power.

Containing all she could give, way more than even Ddraig could transfer, Ophis slammed it into the giant form of the woman she considered a mother.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!

Flames rushed over the enhanced defences. Even at the edge of the blast, and enhanced by Ophis, they started cracking.

"Shit!" Bikou swore as the explosion shot them like a bullet, tumbling, bouncing around, and hitting each other.

"WHAT IS HAPPENING?!"

Poor confused, naked, recently dead Issei Hyoudou had, in the last few minutes, gone from being dead, getting a body, merging with a Dragon God, fighting his Senpai, having his Gear shut down, and placed at the edge of a what could only be described a magical hydrogen bomb.

He still had to wait for his answers, though.

"BRACE YOURSELVES!" Kuroka's clone yelled, struggling to be heard over their ears ringing.

Of the Nine Titans, each had their unique abilities.

The Jaw Titan's claws and fangs, the Beast Titan's sheer diversity in animal characteristics, the Armoured Titan's durability, or the Warhammer's Titan's ability to grow things from the bone-like material.

Individually, they might be strong, but they could be terrifying together. That was the premise of the Female Titan, the most adaptable of all of them. Its entire ability was using lesser versions of all other Titan abilities.

One just needed to look at the Attack Titan's ability to look at future memories and the Founder's omniscience. Combined, they allowed their wielder to directly choose a future they wanted to happen.

As the source and creator of all Titans in this world, Eren could use any of the nine's abilities.

Including the Cart Titans.

Its ability was simple. While other shifters could only turn into their Titan forms a few times a day, or only once in the case of the Colossal, the Cart could transform as many times as it wanted.

If the Attack Titan and the Founder together could decide the world's future, then the Cart Titan and Colossal Titan together could destroy the world.

A curious Kuroka, on the first day with her new partner, had asked the nine-year-old Eren how many times he could unleash the attack that wiped the Dantalion from the Underworld.

His answer had been simple.

As many times as he wanted.

The second blast followed the first after less than a second.

Then, a third.

A fourth.

A fifth.

...

If the first blast hadn't sent Kuroka and her passengers flying, they could have survived the second and third blasts.

Maybe even survived the fourth, thanks to being on the outskirts.

They would have died long before the ninth and final explosion went off.

It wasn't that Eren couldn't keep this up. He definitely could. Nobody saw it due to the light, but Eren wasn't actually transforming. Not only wouldn't his limited time left allow him to, but it would take time to pull himself from a fully formed Titan.

Time he didn't have.

So he used a trick he had learned in those days of testing his powers with Hange.

One didn't need a complete transformation to set off the explosion that came with it.

He'd bite down on his hand, drawing blood. The blood was a connecting factor, allowing the Paths to access the world outside the bloodline holders.

The explosion would detonate as the flesh and bones of an enormous Titan started to clad him in its form. Each was so large that it made the Titan body pressing down Great Red seem small.

Eren would then cut off the transformation instantly, bite on the healed wound, and start the process again, vaporizing the few parts summoned in the last transformation.

Over and over again, using his Senjutsu to enhance the power of the blast, Eren detonated himself right on top of Great Red.

When he finally stopped, it wasn't because he couldn't continue but because his prey was no longer there.

Great Red, singed slightly, had appeared in the sky over the enormous crater where Eren now stood.

Its power gathered in its mouth, and it breathed.

Flames of prismatic, psychedelic colour fell like rain.

The crater evaporated.

This was no fire.

Great Red simply didn't want this person in particular to exist, and its power went to work, making it happen.

The glassed hole where Eren had set off enough explosions to sink a small continent ceased to exist.

And it wasn't limited to the bowled mountain range.

The power spread, rendering everything into nothing.

Fenrir, fleeing since the first explosion, ran for his life from this tide of death.

The enormous wolf, back to its regular size since Le Fay was no longer supporting the spell, barely managed to dash past the line of defenders of Lillith.

Eren's explosions, though farther away than the one who destroyed Agreas, had still knocked everyone on their ass from the shockwave. Even Eren's Titans hadn't been able to keep their feet.

Only Gasper's still rampaging Gear continued to fight in the field of fallen bodies, freezing fallen Titans in time and tearing them apart.

Miraculously, or perhaps not considering Issei and company had ended up crashing into the walls of Lillith nearby, and Great Red didn't want to waste its efforts bringing him back to life, the tide of magical destruction did not reach the line of knocked-over devils.

For a few moments, the world was silent as the psychedelic flames, reminiscent of the colours of the Gap, burned away everything.

Then they faded, revealing what had become of a tremendous portion of the Underworld.

It was simply gone.

Not burned away, just gone.

An enormous cliff dropped off less than a few meters from Sairaorg Bael.

Completely smooth, the cliff wall shone in a myriad of colours as it descended at a perfectly vertical angle for tens, perhaps hundreds of meters before stopping at a ninety-degree angle.

At the base of the cliff, stretching further than the eye could see, more of the perfectly smooth material pulled into the horizon, reflecting the sky's light.

Great Red flew above this desolate wasteland, where no life could have survived, staring down at its epicentre.

Eren's green eyes glared up at the dragon.

Once more, and for the final time, he was in the body of a Titan.

Only a hundred meters tall, this was not Eren's Founding Titan, nor was it any form anyone had ever seen before.

It was as if the muscled physique of his Attack Titan form had been sized up to a Colossal Titan's, the longer legs and thicker feet the only marker of the Colossal Titan's usual red-muscled body.

Almost every inch of Eren's new Titan was covered in dense armour plating, excepting only his joints. Around his fists, the diamond-hard material of the Jaw Titan glinted in the form of spiked knuckles, and the flesh of his limbs below the armour glittered with the crystalized material that once protected Annie Leonheart for years.

The white, red, and crystal mixture glowed with a tide of ominous purple energy.

Eren's armoured mouth couldn't open, so there was no roar of rage to announce his counterattack. There was just a burst of movement as enormous white columns rose under his feet, shooting Eren toward the sky and Great Red.

The Dragon of Dreams would have attacked the Titan again in the brief moment before Eren reached him, but hundreds of white blades, each incredibly thin and sharp, appeared in the air above the dragon's wings. The sword blades, designed to cut flesh and powered by the Infinite, fell, carving tears into the thin membranes of the dragon.

Great Red roared in pain as it took its first proper wound. It didn't fall, for it never relied on its wings to fly in the first place, but the surprise of the attack gave Eren the time to reach his foe.

One of Eren's arms wrapped around the Dream's neck, swinging himself over the beast, locking his legs around the wing joints and driving his spiked fist into Great Red's neck.

The Dragon of Dragons fell, a red meteor sent spiralling into the vast basin it had created only a few seconds ago as Eren rode it to the ground.

Those were but the first seconds of one of the greatest battles this world had ever seen.

Claws rent flesh and scale.

Jaws rent bone and crushed crystal.

Enough power poured from man and dragon that reality bent and tore around them, space cracking and warping as the Gap bled over to the Underworld.

The land twisted as its topography was rearranged.

The sky twisted as every movement of the fighters distorted the weather.

Yet, even as reality crumbled and two of the greatest powers in this world battled across the horizon, there were still those who sought a path to survival.

As Eren dragged Great Red to the ground, a light enveloped every devil and defender of Lilith.

Gentle green and gold shone amongst a chaotic mess of white Titans and red blood, enveloping everyone who fought for those who could not defend themselves.

It was impossible to estimate how many lives that light saved.

Eren's explosions had knocked everyone from their feet, damaging even supernaturally tough eyes and ears.

Eren's white Titans, their healing accelerated by Senjutsu, recovered quickly, returning to their feet to continue their onslaught on the disoriented, blind, and deaf.

Had they even a few moments, they could have devastated their victims and moved on to the capitol.

If the defenders didn't get right back up, glowing green and gold, and resume their battle, that is.

Exhaustion. Pain. Injuries.

It all dissipated like morning dew under the soft green and gold glow of Asia Argento's Balance Breaker.

Limbs regenerated.

The unconscious woke up.

Everyone felt rejuvenated and fresh as if the battle had just begun and they were prepared.

When the fighting began again, it was not just the Titans that regenerated this time.

For the first time since Eren had started his new Rumbling, the defenders were fighting on equal footing.

Such was the power [Dawn's Affection], the most potent healing Gear this world had ever seen.

In a crumbled and destroyed section of Lillith's wall, two young men felt their connection to their Gears return under that green and gold glow.

[What happened?] Ddraig asked urgently as he re-summoned Boosted Gear on Issei's arm.

"My grandfather," Vali spat, quickly sitting up and re-summoning his own Gear.

He looked angry, genuinely furious, and Kuroka knew that if she let him, he'd throw himself against Eren again.

"Don't," the Yokai said, turning back into a human and grabbing the young man's arms. "That fight is out of our league. Eren's not holding back anymore. He can't afford to. If you go now, you'll just die in the crossfire."

Vali looked like he would argue, and Bikou looked ready to join him when a cry of joy rang out.

"Issei!"

"Asia!" Issei's face lit up with joy at seeing his girlfriend flying toward him. Joy turned to surprise as he saw the gold and green wings on her back. "What ha-"

Bang!

Issei's voice was cut off as a blurring form slammed into him, pulling him into a hug tight enough that his bones started to creak.

"Ise." Xenovia's voice was hoarse as she held her boyfriend tightly, tears leaking from her eyes. "I'm... so glad you're okay," she sobbed. "How...?"

"It's a miracle from the Lord," Irina said, also crying as her white wings carried her down to them. "He knew you did not des- ah!"

"Eep!"

Xenovia, seeing both her friend and fellow girlfriend arrive, had released Issei from her embrace so they could have a turn. She kept a hand on his arm, but now that she wasn't blocking their sight, everyone got a good look at Issei.

A very naked Issei.

Bikou hurried to cover Le Fay's eyes, but the young witch just ducked away, getting a good look.

Asia flushed red, and her golden wings faltered a beat in the air.

Irina was the worrisome one, though. Her white wings started to darken as she stared at her childhood friend in the buff.

"Ah," the angel gasped, quickly turning away (and wiping the drool from her lips) and putting her hands together in prayer.

"Sorr-" Issei began to say, covering his groin with his hands, but a harsh voice cut him off.

"We don't have time for your rom-com bullshit!"

Sona Sitri snapped as she rushed towards them.

She looked... bad.

Not injured, as everyone else, she was bathed in the green and gold glow of [Dawn's Affection], but her hair was a mess, half of her glasses were shattered, the other cracked, and her clothes were half destroyed.

Sona didn't care about any of that as she imperiously pointed a finger at Issei.

"You! Make your wall now!"

"Wha-" Issei couldn't even get a word out before Sona turned her finger to point toward the horizon.

"Look!"

All eyes turned, and at first, they thought she was indicating the apocalyptic battle between Eren and Great Red, but it only took a moment to realize what the heiress was talking about.

A mist had begun to coagulate across the horizon between Eren's battle and their position.

As they watched, enormous white giants started to emerge from the mist.

The earthquakes of Eren's battle began to be accompanied by a more steady, regular Rumbling.

"You need to block that!"

"I- can't." Issei wanted to, and he'd try, but he knew the weakness of his Crimson World Wall. "My Wall is one-sided. Those inside can destroy it. If I block those Colossal Titans, I either leave everyone out or leave the smaller Titans in."

"We'll protect you from within," Xenovia reassured him with a fierce look. "Nobody will get to you!"

"It's not just that," Issei warned, trying to get them to understand. He couldn't bear the thought of failing once more. "That many Titans will damage me faster than I can accumulate Boosts! I'll never reach Wall Fall."

"You don't need to," Sona told him, her eyes wild and frantic. There was a grim smile on her face. "You just need to hold on as long as you can."

Even as they spoke, the line of enormous Titans was interrupted as more figures emerged from the mist.

"Go!" Sona told Issei, not letting him argue for even a second longer as she whirled onto Kuroka. "I need to talk to everyone who just appeared! And everyone here! Make sure they can all hear me!"

As Issei covered himself in his Balance Breaker once again and began to chant, everyone else threw themselves back into the battle.

Carried by Kuroka and Le Fay's hurriedly constructed spell, Sona's voice carried out over the battlefield.

The civilians still fleeing to the other side of the city.

The defenders in the killing field, fighting the Titans.

The confused and disoriented Ultimate class attackers who had resumed their battle with the Colossal Titans.

And the woman in the red scarf watching a battle she had no way of influencing...

Sona spoke to them all.

{This is Sona Sitri.}

Once more, Eren's Rumbling advanced.

{The Satans are gone. Agreas and everyone on it were destroyed. I don't know how many have died.}

Thousands of white Titans burning and stomping the world flat.

{We are all that is left between the Titans and what remains of the Underworld. If we fail here, so does everyone else. Friends. Family. Everything we hold dear.}

Many of the Colossal Titans had appeared in the basin Great Red had created, and they soon became collateral in Eren's battle, unable to even survive the shockwaves.

Thousands still remained.

{We cannot beat the Titans. So long as the Founder still lives, they will return. Though they might be human, the Founding Titan has taken Ophis' power. Great Red... might lose.}

Sona might as well have said that the sun would rise in the west.

The idea of the Dream losing to anything was so absurd to the inhabitants of this world that some outright laughed at Sona's words.

She carried on, no matter the response.

{But we can win! We can survive! All we have to do is hold on. Hold on for one more minute. One more second.}

The sky gained a crimson glow.

Everyone saw the enormous crimson wall appear on the crater's edge, reaching the clouds and stretching over the horizon, separating the Colossal Titans from the city and its defenders.

All Titans within the Wall turned to the monolithic structure, whether in battle or not, as it began to glow with crimson power mixed with the purple of Ophis' enhancements.

{The Red Dragon Emperor can keep the Colossal Titans out while our Ultimate class fighters whittle them down. Those of us in the Wall will defend it. With everything we have, we need to protect this Wall!}

As one, the white Titans within the Wall launched themselves toward it.

They gave up all forms of defence as they frantically rushed toward the Crimson World Wall.

A devil in white armour and blue wings took out the first dozen that approached.

Vali's team threw themselves at the tide of Titans inside, joined by the other defenders, while outside the attackers did all they could to once more stymie the Rumbling.

{The Founding Titan is a human. They can only hold on to Ophis' power for so long. They want to kill and destroy as much as possible before that happens. We will not let them!}

Far in the distance, Eren dodged a blast from Great Red.

It sailed beyond him, crashing into the fake sun the New Satans had created to bring the Underworld more in line with Earth.

The sun winked out, plunging the Underworld into its natural state of twilight.

{For the Underworld. For our future. For everything we care about. I am asking you to fight. I am asking you to die. More than anything else, I am asking you to hold on. For just a little longer...}

Under the crimson glow of an impossibly vast wall, the Battle of Broken Worlds entered its climax.

{...Please hold on.}

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The last chapter was about as controversial as expected. This is fine, and it won't be the last, but I want to clarify one point. Whether you like Issei's return or not, I want to make it clear that I didn't pull it out of my ass. That is canon.

At one point, Issei dies to Samael's poison, and Great Red, who is just passing by, goes, 'Ah. I like his show. I'm just gonna bring him back.' No lead-up, no deeper thought. I like to think I take canon and give it more logic and consistency without going against it.

More to the point, Eren can see timelines close to canon. Not canon, exactly. Changes due to the crossover snowball, so he'd never see the exact Highschool DxD timeline, but it would be damn close. Anyone who thinks Eren wants his friends to die for his goals is full-on ignorant of AOT. This is a man who chose a future where Reiner and Annie, two of the architects of his trauma, survive. Eren always chooses those he's close to over the masses.

Especially if their survival is needed for his plans.

About this chapter: A bit of a setup and a peek at how broken the DxD setting can be. We don't get to see Great Red fight much in canon, so I had to improvise a bit, taking what limited knowledge of his character and abilities I had. Essentially, I went: Power? Yes. The only reason Eren can even fight him is because Ophis' power prevents Great Red from simply wiping him from reality. Sort of like what Crom Cruach tried, only successfully.

We also see a tactic I previously mentioned, combining the Colossal's explosion and Cart Titan's multiple transformations. We know partial transformations still have after-effects like steam and expansion, though they are less than complete transformations. Eren makes up for that defect by creating a 'partial transformation' so massive that it makes his Founding Titan look small.

And that alone is enough to kill pretty much everyone around him.

A big theme of this fic is how much the little guys get fucked over by those in power. And there is always someone stronger, so you're constantly getting screwed. In a world where Great Red and Ophis exist, where the Top Ten can curb-stomp pretty much everyone not on that list, everyone is just trying to survive. The Underworld is being destroyed as simple collateral damage while the devils just try to hold on.

At the same time, the weak can 'beat' the strong either by stacking buffs like Eren or simply outlasting them. Ddraig and Albion were strong enough that all three factions had to gang up on them to take them down, but they still died in the end. The sheer variety in powers is one of DxD's best traits. Most of the time, it falls into the standard DBZ trope of power levels, but every once in a while, you get something that is not direct power that is the key to victory, like Asia's Gear.

Anyway, I've rambled on. Still on track to finish before the end of summer, so I will meet you all on Friday on the bench.
 
I'm confused how did Asia achieve BB?
Probably from everyone around her either dying or being about to die while her world basically crumbled around her. She thought Issei was dead and with the battle really kicking into full gear (Eren and Great Red fighting with no regard for collateral) while she was surrounded by the injured or dead, she likely thought everyone else she cared about was going to die. That's the kind of situation which would likely awaken a Balance Breaker, a moment of "I need to heal these people, I can't let more people die" which pushes a Sacred Gear past it's breaking point and beyond the limits of God's system.
 
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Fantastic chapter! Getting to see the power of the Colossal Titan and the Cart Titan combined was awesome, the sheer strength of the combination is almost mind boggling, and the fight Between Great Red the Dream and Eren with the strength of the Infinite was pure adrenaline, a truly epic fight that was a joy to read and picture. Sona's speech at the end was great, it had a real Independence Day movie feel to it, very heartfelt and inspiring. Thanks for you writing. See you Friday on the bench.
 

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