I apologize that this took so long. I just got news that my Uncle passed away. It wasn't from the virus, though, not that it matters anyway. We're all still shaken up. Anyway, I am glad you all enjoyed the last chapter. Plus, background on Azrael who was mentioned in the last chapter.

Also, someone asked how the Doom Slayer would be ranked against the stronger members of the DxD Universe. Personally, I say only individuals like Ophis, Great Red and maybe Shiva could fight him evenly.

"Never show hesitation, never show weakness, never show compassion, never show mercy, never show remorse. For you shall be shown none."

Corrax Entry 1:5

(Earth, Eons Ago)

A young six-year-old Flynn was staring at a painting in his father's personal office. The office was of a suitable size, with a desk and chair, a window at the back. There were some shelves filled with items, trophies, weapons and more objects. There were other portraits hanging on the walls. Some were of family members, Flynn's father in his Sentinel Armor, both his parents and all three them. There was even one with Flynn and Daisy when he first got the rabbit. But it was this portrait specifically that had gotten the boy's attention. The image was that of a purple serpent dragon with grey eyes in space, with dozens of small white stars in the background. The interesting part was that the dragon was biting its own tail, forming a circle in the process. Below it was a word that Flynn was trying to spell out.

"O…Our…Ouro…Ouroboros! Ouroboros!" Flynn cheered as he managed to say the word.

"Flynn?"

Jumping, Flynn Blazkowicz spun around. Walking inside was his father, William Joseph Blakowicz III. He was wearing regular clothes, his Sentinel Armor levitating in a protective force-field to the right of the office. The black-haired man had a small frown on his face. "Flynn, what did I tell you about coming in here?" He asked sternly, his blue eyes looking at Flynn.

Flynn shuffled his feet. "Don't…" He mumbled, feeling ashamed.

Seeing his son's expression, William's softened. Placing a hand on Flynn's head, the older Blazkowicz ruffled his hair. "Just remember next time. There's some stuff here that could hurt you. I don't want that, okay?"

Flynn nodded, relieve that his father wasn't angry. "I'm sorry, but I wanted to see this picture. What is it daddy?" He asked, pointing at said portrait.

William followed his son's finger towards the painting. His eyes widened a bit before a smile formed in understanding. "Not 'what', son. 'Who' is the correct term." William said as he took the painting down so Flynn could see it better. "It's called the Ouroboros, or the Infinite Dragon. It is said to represent the infinite cycle of life and death, destruction and creation. In fact, your mother would liken it to the Elemental Wraiths."

"Really?" Flynn asked, remembering the stories his Argenta mother, Victoria Bethian, would tell him about the gods of the Argenta. The ones whom her clan still worshipped despite the coming of the Maykrs.

"Yep, for us humans, it and the Aeons were seen as the protectors of Earth and mankind after the apocalypse nearly destroyed us, long before the Night Sentinels came."

"Wow~" Flynn said in awe and looked back at the painting. He wondered if he could ever meet them.

(Present Time, With Flynn)

Flynn was nowhere near done with this asshole. Forfeit? Wasn't this imp trying to kill him? Did he not think that he wouldn't be killed in turn? The Doom Slayer found himself slowly being taken over by rage as he grabbed Riser by the throat. Flynn fully intended to rip out the Devil's head, and perhaps most of his spine, from his body when he suddenly found himself warped back into the Reception Hall. Once more he was surrounded by gobsmacked Devils while still holding onto an unconscious Riser's head.

"Flynn Blazkowicz. You are the victor." Sirzechs said as he approached the human. "As such, you are free to have Black Cat and all charges against her shall be dropped. In addition, since Hyoudou also assisted in Riser's defeat, the engagement between Riser and Rias has been cancelled."

Internally, Sirzechs let out a sigh of relief as Riser forfeited the match. At last his sister was freed of this engagement and could now live her life freely. And apparently said life would be with her Pawn if the look of adoration from her was of any evidence.

To be honest, his original plan was to have the Red Dragon Emperor defeat the Phenex, but this was also good. True, there would be a new investigation regarding the Black Cat, Kuroka. But, to study the capabilities of this young man, Flynn Blazkowicz. His feelings on what he saw were mixed. While he was pleased that Blazkowicz defeated Riser, it showed just how powerful the human was. He was strong…too strong. He mowed down the peerage with ease and in a short amount of time and didn't even break a sweat, and then crushed Riser even after the Phenex was rejuvenated thanks to the Phoenix Tears. And yet, a voice in the back of his head told Sirzechs was that this wasn't even a fraction of Blazkowicz' true power. That thought alone made Sirzechs nervous. Right now, though his concern was getting Flynn to let go of Riser.

"Now, if you could release Riser…" Sirzechs said, but was cut off by a glare from Flynn.

"And why would I do that?" He asked nonchalantly. His grip on Riser's throat tightened, enough to make the Phenex let out a gurgle noise. "If I recall, he attempted to kill me, so isn't it only necessary to return the favor?"

Sirzechs frowned. He could see that Flynn was dead serious on killing Riser, damn the repercussions. "Be that as it may, I must ask you let him go. If not, I will have to use force."

Flynn raised an eyebrow. There was a tense moment of silence as everyone waited to see what would happen. None of them breathed as the two stared down one another. Surely the human wouldn't try and stand against the Lucifer, would he? Before they could even blink, Flynn disappeared at a speed none of the Devils had even seen before. One moment he was about to break Riser's neck, the next he shoved his fist deep into Sirzechs' stomach. The force of impact caused the Red Satan to let out a gasp of pain and skid back several feet. Many Devils gasped at this display of strength and speed.

However, Flynn titled his head, and then smirked. "Hmph, show off." He muttered under his breath. The Doom Slayer spared the unconscious form of Riser Phenex a small glance. The blonde young man was already being tended too. Even if Flynn didn't kill him, the Devil's psyche was no doubt thoroughly broken. And sometimes, a scared demon was better than a dead one, especially for one's amusement. "Fine, this place was already starting to smell anyway. Tiamat, grab Kuroka and let's go."

Tiamat nodded and helped Kuroka to her feet. The Nekoshou immediately launched herself to Flynn, who was forced to catch her bridal style. He ignored Kuroka nuzzling into his neck as Tiamat activated her magic circle and the three of them vanished. The entire hall was then filled with dozens of relieved sighs, something all the Devils had been holding in.

There were a few exceptions. At the corner of the room, Mephisto smirked. He had been excited as he watched Flynn beat down Riser. Followed by landing a strong blow to Sirzechs' stomach. Oh, the Red Satan might've put up a strong front. But anyone with good eyes and ears could tell that the Doom Slayer had done a lot more damage than just breaking a few ribs. The Devil was doing a good job of not showing how much pain he was in.

"Mephisto!" A voice hissed, getting said Demon's attention.

Turning to his right, he saw Zekram Bael march up to him. The first Bael Head had an expression that was a mix of anger and fear. He got a few glances, but no one dare speak as they decided to focus on other matters.

"Lord Zekram. What seems to be the matter?" Mephisto asked innocently.

"Drop the act Mephisto! You know why." Zekram said as he pointed a finger. "I saw how he fought! I saw that mark on his chest! It's him isn't it?! How the hell did you bring him here?!"

Mephisto shrugged. "I will neither deny nor acknowledge if it's the Doom Slayer or not. It would ruin the fun."

Zekram scowled. "You think this is funny?" He asked. "It is only a matter of time until he continues what he started. Starting with us." Zekram finished before walking away. He needed to speak with the Four Satans and fast before it was too late. Mephisto meanwhile just continued smiling.

(Flynn's House)

The trio reappeared in Flynn's living room. The Doom Slayer put Kuroka down as he stretched his arms. "Now that's done with it. Kuroka, next time be more-MMPH!"

Flynn was cut off when Kuroka suddenly latched her lips on his. It was so sudden that for the first time in his life, Flynn was stunned and confused. After a few seconds, Kuroka slowly broke the kiss, removing her hands from Flynn's cheeks. She was painting heavily while Flynn was okay, her cheeks pink and his eyes wide.

"That was my first kiss nya~" Kuroka said before walking off. There was a seductive sway in her hips that Flynn paid attention to. Tiamat, who was also surprised, looked at Flynn and noticed he was strangely quiet. "Master?"

Flynn was quiet. "I need to go for a drive." He muttered as he told Tiamat to relax and that everything was fine.

Next, Flynn was riding He wasn't blind, it was clear that Kuroka was infatuated with him to some degree if she was willing to do that. The problem was he had no idea how to respond. Flynn wouldn't lie and said Kuroka was attractive, even a blind man could see that. However, after fighting and killing for eons, focusing on nothing but the eradication of demons, Flynn had never really focused on other things like love. There was one time he held such feelings, but that was before he lost everything. Since that time, he had buried such emotions, along with compassion, joy and pity.

To be honest, this whole new experience was something he had not fully adjusted too. Not fighting every single moment, going to school, just hanging out at the house. This was all still new for him, or rather what he once had but left behind. And then there was Tiamat. While Flynn was happy to have found the little hatchling he had raised, he wasn't sure if Tiamat should come with him when Flynn eventually begins his crusade against the slaves of Doom again. No matter how much she grew, she was still the little dragon he remembered. Then there were the Maykrs…

[-Slayer! Doom Slayer!]

Flynn's thoughts were broken by VEGA. Stopping his motorcycle, the Slayer realized that he was not in Kuoh anymore. Rather he was on the outskirts of the town, surrounded by trees, grass and rocks. Not a living person in sight.

"VEGA, what the hell is going on?!" Flynn shouted as he got off his bike, immediately pulling out his combat shotgun.

[I do not know. One moment you were driving normally, the next I felt a foreign energy take over your mind, casting illusions perhaps. I had tried to awaken you, but the force was strong] VEGA answered. [Only a powerful entity could cast illusions on someone like you. Please be cautious]

Flynn nodded as he scanned his surroundings. He saw nothing but could feel something close. Something strong, very strong. At first Flynn figured those Devils were attempting an assassination or something

"…Hello"

Eyes widening at the sudden voice from behind, Flynn spun around. At the same time, the Praetor Suit suddenly materialized over his body. [It appears the Praetor Suit has appeared. It must have reacted to the current situation. Interesting] VEGA noted as he checked the armor's systems.

The Doom Slayer was not listening to VEGA. Instead his focus was on the being in front of him. Despite having the appearance of a young girl, the creature could not be human. Flynn could feel the power rolling off her. Yet he stood his ground, he had faced powerful entities before, some not even demons, and prevailed. If a battle came down to it, then this would be no different.

Ophis spoke once more. "I've, been waiting to speak with you…Doom Slayer." She said. Though her voice had no emotions, you could feel the excitement. Plus, the small smile on her face.

"You are…the Ouroboros." Flynn said. He relaxed a bit but remained vigilant in case she attacked.

"I am. And I want you to join me." Ophis said.

"Isn't that why you sent Kuroka?" Flynn questioned. He never really did ask what the Ouroboros' plan was.

"I can no longer wait. For a long time, I have tried to regain my home, my silence. But the pest who inhabits it now cannot be easily beaten. Thus, I require the strength of others." She then looked straight into Flynn's eyes, even if they were covered by his helmet's visor. "You're here now, though. One who once worshipped me. One imbued with the eldritch, the divine and the demonic powers. An entity unique, even to me. I know of your strength. You can help me take back my home."

[From what I understand, the Ouroboros resides in the Dimensional Gap, the space between all worlds and even universes] VEGA commented. [It's one of the reasons why the demons require things such as gore nests and Hell Portals to invade worlds]

"Now, join me." Ophis continued her speech. She was not just a few inches from Flynn, standing before him without an ounce of fear. She raised a hand. "Help me remove the pest, and I shall grant you what you desire most."

(Next Day, Gremory Mansion)

Serafall and Ajuka were walking down the familiar hallways of the Gremory Mansion. The duo along with Falbium Asmodeus had received an unexpected summon from Zekram Bael to meet with Sirzechs at his family's home. While he did not have the authority to command the Satans, Zekram's influence over their society was equal if not greater than theirs, thus gave them some control over them. However, it was rare for Zekram to request anything from them and from the sound of his voice, it was something important.

The butler that was escorting them opened the door to one of the mansion's many living rooms. Along with the fancy furniture, portraits and other accessories, Falbium was also present, but was surprisingly awake. Sirzechs meanwhile was sitting on another couch, Grayfia dutifully by his side. What caught Serafall and Ajuka's attention were the bandages around Sirzechs chest, revealed by his uniform being opened. Sirzechs also seemed a bit pale too, as if he had just released a large amount of his contents.

"Ah you're here." Sirzechs said, speaking normally.

"Sirzechs…What the hell happened to you?" Ajuka asked. He couldn't even remember the last time he saw his best friend in such a state. Not since the Civil War had Sirzechs been this badly injured.

Sirzechs smiled weakly, coughing a little. "I'm afraid this is the result of getting punched in the stomach." He winced as his wife proceeded to wrap a fresh set of bandages. "All my ribs have been broken, my left lung was pierced and it's hard to eat a little."

It took a moment, but Ajuka realized who Sirzechs was talking about. "The human? The one who defeated the Phenex boy? He did this with one punch?" The Beelzebub found it hard to believe. Humans were the weakest of the races. Though there were few exceptions, Ajuka could only think of Vasco Strade back in his prime who could injure a Super Devil like Sirzechs.

"I know what you're thinking." Sirzechs said, looking at the green haired Devil. "Flynn Blazkowicz is a rare type of human obviously. He used no Sacred Gear nor magic that I could detect, not even Senjutsu. It was pure strength…or maybe something else. The important part was that I even instinctively covered myself with my aura and not even that fully protected me. In fact, you could say it's what saved my life."

"You used your Power of Destruction and still ended up like this?!" Serafall exclaimed. The sole female Satan had already sat down, munching on some sweets.

Their conversation ended when the same butler opened the door. "Apologies, Satans. But Lord Zekram has arrived." The man said.

"Let him in." Nodded Sirzechs.

The butler bowed and closed the door. Seconds later Zekram came in. Under his arm were several stone tablets that had the same green glowing symbols on them. The tablets were old, very old going by their appearance. Yet the magic they radiated was still strong enough for the Satans to sense them.

"I thank you for all coming here." Zekram said in an even tone, still sounding polite. "Before we begin, I must ask your Queen to leave, Lucifer. This is something only meant for the Satans." He finished as he looked at Grayfia.

Sirzechs frowned. What could be so important that he didn't even trust his own wife/Queen to be here to listen? Nevertheless, it was clear that Zekram was serious. Sirzechs gave a nod to Grayfia, indicating she could leave. The maid seemed unsure, but she trusted her husband, thus complied as she walked out of the room. Once she closed the door, Zekram cast several spells that would ensure that no one could hear what was being said. The Satans noted that these were high-level spells, meaning this must've been serious.

Finally sitting down, Zekram looked at the four. "The reason I have called you here is a matter of the upmost importance…and the possible survival of our race."

"Does this have to do with that human boy?" Falbium asked, fully awake for once.

"That is no boy." Zekram snarled, surprising the younger Devils with the level of malice in his tone. "But he is human. First off, what do you know of our people's history?"

Ajuka blinked. "Only what has been taught. That Hell was becoming barren, resources running dry and falling apart. The original Satans moved the survivors to the Underworld, where we became the Devils."

"That's just the cover story." Zekram revealed. "To hide the truth and solidify their power hold. We, the original heads of the 72 Pillars, the Four Original Satans, those who became the Extra Demons, were running. We had given our support to Lucifer to rule Hell, but his coup failed and to escape from Satan's wrath we came here to the Underworld. Escape from him… and from a being who nearly brought upon us our extinction."

As he finished speaking, Zekram had set up the tablets on the coffee table. Each one had the same green glowing symbol on them. And for some reason the younger Devils felt a chill go up on their backs just from looking at it. One by one, Zekram gently pressed each symbol. As he did, a deep demonic voice began to speak.

"In the first age, in the first battle, when the shadows first lengthened, one stood. Burned by the embers of Armageddon, his soul blistered by the fires of Hell and tainted beyond ascension, he chose the path of perpetual torment. In his ravenous hatred he found no peace; and with boiling blood he scoured the Umbral Plains seeking vengeance against the dark lords who had wronged him. He wore the crown of the Night Sentinels, and those that tasted the bite of his sword named him... the Doom Slayer."

"Tempered by the fires of Hell, his iron will remained steadfast through the passage that preys upon the weak. For he alone was the Hell Walker, the Unchained Predator, who sought retribution in all quarters, dark and light, fire and ice, in the beginning and the end, and he hunted the slaves of Doom with barbarous cruelty; for he passed through the divide as none but demon had before."

"And in his conquest against the blackened souls of the doomed, his prowess was shown. In his crusade, the Seraphim bestowed upon him terrible power and speed, and with his might he crushed the obsidian pillars of the Blood Temples. He set forth without pity upon the beasts of the nine circles. Unbreakable, incorruptible, unyielding, the Doom Slayer sought to end the dominion of the dark realm."

"The age of his reckoning was uncounted. The scribes carved his name deep in the tablets of Hell across eons, and each battle etched terror in the hearts of the demons. They knew he would come, as he always had, as he always will, to feast on the blood of the wicked. For he alone could draw strength from his fallen foes, and ever his power grew, swift and unrelenting."

"None could stand before the horde but the Doom Slayer. Despair spread before him like a plague, striking fear into the shadow-dwellers, driving them to deeper and darker pits. But from the depths of the abyss rose The Great One, a champion mightier than all who had come before. The Titan, of immeasurable power and ferocity. He strode upon the plain and faced the Doom Slayer, and a mighty battle was fought on the desolate plains. The Titan fought with the fury of the countless that had fallen at the Doom Slayer's hand, but there fell the Titan, and in his defeat the shadow horde were routed."

"And in his terrible rancor between worlds and through time, the Hell Walker found the wretch who shall not be named, but in his heresy was loyal to his evil cause. The wretch adorned the Doom Slayer in a mighty armor, wrought in the forges of Hell, impenetrable and unyielding. With sword and shield of adamantine strength, the Doom Slayer set to banishing all that were left unbroken by his savagery to the void."

"Yet as the mighty Titan fell and dread engulfed the armies of Doom, the demon priests of the Blood Temples laid a trap to capture this scourge of Hell. Insatiable, even by the vanquishing of the Great One, the Hell Walker sought prey in the tombs of the Blood Keep. And blinded by his fervor, the lure drew him in. The priests brought down the temple upon the Doom Slayer, and in his defeat entombed him in the cursed sarcophagus. The mark of the Doom Slayer was burned upon his crypt, a warning to all of Hell that the terror within must never be freed. There he lies still, and ever more, in silent suffering."

Silence reigned in as the last tome finished. All of four Satans had their eyes glued to the tomes, as if expecting that voice to speak again. Zekram had his arms crossed, a stern frown on his face. Sirzechs swallowed, the sheer intensity of the voice and how it spoke the story was enough to make him nervous.

"Such a being…did he truly exist?" Ajuka asked, the first to finally speak.

"I saw him once. Back when I was young." Zekram said. The memories of the invasion of Argent D'Nur surfacing after so many years. "I led an army of a thousand demons, many of whom were Ultimate and Satan-class. None of them stood a chance as the Slayer slaughtered them with his bare hands." He looked at the two Super Devils in the room. "Even if you worked together, unleashed your 'true' forms, you would be naught but more lives to add to his tally. We couldn't even kill him for fear of his soul returning to torment us more."

"And this Flynn Blazkowicz…you think he could be him?" Serafall asked, no longer cheerful but now serious.

"I saw his body he had his mark on his chest." Zekram replied. "I don't know how he escaped or ended up here, but its only a matter of time until he decides to continue what he started." He then looked directly at Sirzechs and Serafall. "We need to keep an eye on him, which is why I want your sisters and their peerages to keep watch over Blazkowicz."

"What?!" Sirzechs cried, with Serafall also having a look of outrage. He shot up but immediately sat down, wincing as his wound pulsed. Ajuka helped his friend get comfortable. "If what you say is true then we need to evacuate them immediately. As their siblings it's our job-"

"YOUR JOB IS TO PROTECT THE UNDERWORLD!" Zekram shouted, startling the younger Devils. "To protect our kind! That is why you took the position of Satans. The Doom Slayer is the greatest threat to our people in our entire history, even more than the other factions. Do not let your personal feelings get in the way of your duty. We must be prepared should he finally decide to make his move. If you cannot…then I will have to push for you to resign from your posts."

The Satans were silent. While they were technically the leaders of the Devils, it was Zekram Bael who held the strongest political influence among their kind. In fact, it would be best to say that the Great King was the true ruler of the Underworld, ever since the original Satans died in the war. His threat was not just hollow words, but a fact. Zekram could easily strip them of their rank or limit their power. They knew he would never do anything drastic but could still do something the Satans would regret. So, with a heavy heart, Serafall and Sirzechs had no choice but to reign into his demands.

(Unknown Location)

"Azazel…"

"…Michael"

Azazel and Michael, leaders of the Grigori and Heaven respectively, were meeting in a restaurant owned by the former. VIP section so they could talk in private. Despite being on opposing sides, there was still a sense of camaraderie, familial ties, that they could communicate with one another friendly. Both were wearing their normal attires, though Azazel's suit was more casual and normal than Michael's robes and armor.

"When you asked to speak with me, a lot of my boys were a bit nervous. I told them that it was okay, though. You're not the type to put down traps." Azazel said with a small smile. It disappeared when Michael didn't return it with one of his signature smiles. "I'm guessing you saw the broadcast from yesterday."

"The ones the Devils showed. Yes." Michael responded. "Do you know anything about who requested it to be aired publicly?"

"From what I managed to learn it was Mephisto." Azazel said as he took a drink of beer. "Excluding the fact that the man hasn't been involved with Devil politics since the war, his presence confirms my own theories. I'm guessing you had the same as me."

Michael nodded. "The Doom Slayer. That boy, Flynn Blazkowicz, is him. I already looked at the Book of Souls, and his name could not be found. The mark on his body also proves his identity."

"Azrael's chosen." Mused Azazel. The two angels had a faraway look as they recalled their brother. "Heh, I can never forget that guy. His personality did not fit his appearance or title as Angel of Death at all."

"There was no one more compassionate or loyal as him." Michael said in agreement. "His disappearance was a great loss to Heaven. Even Father mourned him. Sometimes I wonder how things would be if he was still here with us."

"Out of all of us, he was the one who took Helel's betrayal the hardest. And what he did to Earth." Azazel added. "But that never stopped him from ensuring that the souls of the deceased made their way safely to Heaven. Perhaps that's why he helped the Doom Slayer."

"Back to the Slayer, how do you suppose the Devils will react?" Michael asked.

Azazel shrugged. "Their leaders made sure any knowledge of him was sealed off. The only one who would probably recognize him would be Zekram. He will probably tell the Satans but won't do anything drastic. The old guy knows that with their current situation they cannot do anything that will risk their safety. Now for the Old Satan Faction…"

"They might try doing something dangerous." Michael finished. "Heaven is not like what it once was. We do not have the strength to face them as we could in the past. Not after what happened with Argent D'Nur, the Wraiths and Urdak."

"You still can't get through the Maykrs?" Azazel asked.

The Archangel shook his head. "We have been completely cut off from them. The only evidence we have that they have not turned on us is because the system remains active, so they must be gathering believers from across the stars. Other than that, I do not know what the Khan Maykr is doing."

"Hmm." Azazel hummed. "Well, nothing we can do about them, Maykrs or demons. Might as well focus on the Doom Slayer. What is Heaven's plan?"

"For now? Nothing." Michael answered. "We do not have the manpower to observe him and guard our borders at the same time. But we shall try to keep our ears open. What about you, brother?"

"Eh, not sure yet. I got wind that he killed a small team of mine because they decided to go rogue. Might be risky to get in contact with him." Azazel explained. "However, Tobio told me the Doom Slayer rescued Lavinia. I might try sending his team since its less likely he'll kill them."

"I see" Michael said. "I know this may sound strange, but please keep me inform of any new developments regarding Flynn Blazkowicz."

Azazel shrugged. He saw no problem with that. "Sure, so long as you do the same. Now let's order something. This restaurant makes some damn good pasta!"

(Same time, Kyoto)

A magic portal appeared in front of Yasaka's home. Seconds later Flynn came riding out on his motorcycle, wearing his casual clothes, a sage shirt, black jeans, leather jacket and black boots. He parked the bike near the gate, taking his helmet off and placed it on one of the bike's handlebars and then using Argenta runes to ensure the bike could not be stolen. [I was not aware you could use your people's runes] VEGA said.

"How else do you think I could use all those runes I picked up when on Mars and in Hell?" Flynn asked rhetorically. He showed his identity to the guards as they let him enter the grounds. "My mother taught me them, and I learned more about them back on Argent D'Nur. Never saw much use for them except for support to be honest. Still, never hurts."

[Back to yesterday, are you sure it was wise to reject the Ouroboros' offer?] VEGA asked. [Surely it could've helped you eliminate the demons]

"Whether it could or could not is up for debate. And there's no telling if it would keep its end of the bargain." Answered Flynn. Besides…wiping out the demons wasn't his only desire. "Though it was strange that it left after that. It could've taken me by force."

[You give it to much credit, Doom Slayer. Though a powerful entity, I calculated that you had a 50% chance of victory. Despite that, the resulting conflict would've resulted in massive collateral damage and no doubt drag in humans. I can only assume it will return later to make the same offer again]

"We'll see." Was all Flynn said. He was just about to knock on the door when a golden blur to slam into him. The impact would've knocked down anyone else, but for Flynn, he merely staggered a bit before holding said blur. It was none other than Kunou who was clutching Flynn's shirt.

"Hey Kunou, been good?" Flynn asked as Kunou continued to hug Flynn.

"Yeah! Kaa-san and I watched you beat up that stupid Devil! You were so cool!" Kunou cheered, earning a smirk from Flynn. The young Kyuubi took her position on Flynn's shoulders as the Doom Slayer entered. In the living room, sitting at a table was Yasaka. VEGA had materialized a drone body and was hovering beside Flynn.

"Hello Flynn-san. I'm glad that you're doing okay. I was worried that you might still be recovering from your battle." Yasaka said politely.

"I wasn't even hurt." Flynn said as he sat down opposite of Yasaka. Kunou had gotten off his shoulder and had gone over to some markers and papers that were on the floor nearby. While she was doing her own thing, Flynn kept speaking. "Were you two the only ones watching the match?"

"No, there were a few others. A lot of Youkai were quite please to see you demolish that Devil so quick and easily." Yasaka replied. She recalled how many of her people cheered Flynn took down each of Riser's servants, following the beatdown the Phenex scion himself faced. "If you don't mind, what exactly is your relationship with the Black Cat, Kuroka? And the Chaos Karma Dragon for that matter." The older Kyuubi asked, subconsciously leaning forward a bit.

A bit confused by her question Flynn went on to explain the situation. It took about a good twenty minutes, but by the end Yasaka seemed pleased with what she heard. She seemed most relieved when Flynn said that Tiamat was his familiar and his connection with Kuroka was simply professional. "I see. I had my suspicions about her so called 'madness', but to hear that her former King attempted to force make a Super Devil is quite appalling."

"My only regret is that I didn't get to put the scumbag down myself." Flynn commented. "Anyway, your message said you had a job for me?"

"Ah yes, that." Yasaka said. "In a few hours, delegates from the Norse Pantheon will be arriving soon. I've been asked by the Shinto Leaders to meet with them as their representative and leader of the Kyoto Youkai Faction."

"Norse?" Flynn repeated. He had read about them from the information that Mephisto gave him. "Why would they be coming here?"

"Sometimes factions and pantheons would meet for mutual benefits, or to maintain stability between our sides. It doesn't happen often, but enough that it isn't uncommon either." Yasaka explained. "However, that also makes it a good opportunity for…others to act. People dissatisfied with the status quo, wishing to use this opportunity to cause conflict between factions. Others who want to usurp current leaders and take over. At the moment, there have been strange actions happening near the borders of Kyoto and my forces are currently spread thin. So, that is why I wanted to hire you. Rest assured you will be properly paid."

"Okay."

"Eh?" Yasaka said. "R-really?" She asked, surprised by the quick response Flynn gave.

Flynn shrugged. "Sure, I've been needing some cash and a chance to get away from that Devil town. Besides, I don't mind helping out."

"Great! I'm so happy!" Exclaimed Yasaka, surprising Flynn by her enthusiasm. When she realized this, she calmed down, a small blush on her cheeks. "Your presence will be a great boon for me…for more reasons than one."

"Is the leader of the Norse Faction that much of a problem?" Flynn asked.

Yasaka frown. "Not for reasons you would think. The Allfather Odin is known for his willingness to have peaceful talks with other factions. The problem is that…how can I put this…"

"He's an ero-jisan!" Kunou exclaimed from her spot. She had just finished her drawing of Flynn.

"Kunou!" Yasaka admonished her daughter, but it was clear that Kunou's description was correct as she went on how Odin would do perverted stuff in front of the leader of Kyoto. Flynn frowned as he heard all of this, finding this all rather disturbing. He then looked at Yasaka.

"Want me to castrate him?"

Finally finished this chapter! I hoped you all liked this and be sure to leave me a review!

Regarding Flynn's harem, so far, I have Kuroka, Yasaka, Lavinia, Roseweisse and Lint. Those are the best girls I can think of right now.

Again, leave a review and check out my Doom/Warcraft challenge. And regarding other crossovers, I'm thinking of doing one with Doom and Wolfenstein, which is weird since no one has done one yet.