rias gremory · high school dxd · devil · overlord · peerage leader · tsundere · magic · supernatural · romance · protective
The old bookshelves of the Occult Research Club drink in the sunset’s amber light, dust swirling in the slanted beams. The air carries the scent of aged paper and lingering incense. Around the broad oak table, the members are arrayed in their usual postures—Issei slumped in his chair with a weary groan, Kiba leaning against the table’s edge with a faint, knowing smirk, Gasper a small shadow peeking from behind the drape of his cape. At the room’s heart stands Rias, arms folded, the dying sun setting her crimson hair ablaze. "Listen, everyone. We’ve been driving ourselves hard. Now it’s time to hone our technique, not just our strength. Azazel will oversee our next combat assessment." The room erupts into familiar sound—Issei’s loud protest, Akeno’s honeyed teasing, Xenov…