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(Gremory Manor: 3rd Person POV)
A few days has passed since Venelena gave birth to Sirzechs. And the maids has been seeing to both their needs while Zeoticus took care of official affairs with many of the other noble Devil households such as Sitri, Astaroth, Glasya-Labolas, and Bael sharing congratulatory gifts. In the end
"Zeoticus. The Bael house congratulates you on the successful birth of your son. May I know if the child was born with the Bael's bloodline's ability?"
Zeoticus kept a neutral smile as he replied.
"I thank you for your congratulations on the successful birth of Sirzechs Lord Zarbael. But the boy is no older than a few days old, it's still far too early to tell if he's blessed with the Bael's power of destruction."
Zekram Bael is a middle-aged looking man with black hair and peaceful violet eyes, wearing a nobleman's attire. He has an aura of strong dignity that exudes from him, and after hearing Zeoticus's neutral response, he hummed as he turned around and left the mansion.
"Congratulations on Sirzechs birth. I heard from our doctors Venelena had turned your wrist to dust with how hard she held you while giving birth."
The Sitri head Augustus laughed heartily as Zeoticus chuckled as well as he replied.
"Alas, I couldn't escape that woman's Iron grip even if I wanted to. But at least my wrist is now functional once more. And I also heard that your household has also given birth to a new child. Serafall if I recall correctly?"
Augustus nodded his head his eyes brimming with pride as he replied.
"That's right! Serafall is undoubtedly a magnificent girl and I see her growing into a successful and powerful heir for the Sitri family. Ah, before I forget, here are some gifts my wife asked me to pass onto Lady Venelena as a congratulatory gift from the Sitri household."
Zeoticus grinned as he brought out his own gifts and spoke.
"How coincidental, Venelena had me do the same."
Both heads laughed heartily as Zephyrdor Glasya-Labokas spoke up dramatically.
"You two are so lucky. My child was born with the expression of a sloth. Falbium looks like the biggest headache for the Glasya household."
Zeoticus nodded sympathetically.
"I imagine the boy will grow up to become a great and powerful Devil but undoubtedly a lazy one."
"Don't worry Zephyrdor, if life gets too stressfull, you can always turn to alcohol to be there for you in your time of need. Hahaha."
Augustus Sitri replied casually as Ajimar Astaroth chimed in.
"Well, at least your heirs sounds normal. My son Ajuka Astaroth straight out of his mothers womb began taking an interest in books of various science, math and magic even if he can't read with my wife consistently reading to him whenever she can or I would find him in our library staring very intently at various books as if he can read them."
Then after a few more minutes of fun discussions, the air in the room turned more serious as Zeoticus spoke up.
"There are rumours that the old Satan households are thinking to restart the Great War between the three biblical factions."
Augustus nodded his head as he spoke.
"Those old lunatics only care for their pride and ego's. If we have another great war, undoubtedly we may as well file for extinction. For other than the house of Lucifer, none of the other Pillar households can hope to survive an all out war against two other factions that can wield holy power."
Ajimar nodded solemnly as he shared his thoughts on the matter.
"Based on all that's been happening, we can only hope to hold and pacify these original Satans through diplomacy for less than a few more decades before they lose interest in playing politics and start another biblical war."
Zephyrdor shared his own view of what the future holds as well.
"From what I'm hearing from my informants, unless someone fights back against the original Satans, were practically tethering between survival and extinction."
"A civil war huh? I just hope it won't come to such drastic measures because even now we're still recovering both from the end of the first Biblical War, and of the death of "you know who.""
Zeoticus spoke seriously and the others nodded in agreement. Soon after further diplomatic talks between the leaders of the various pillar households, they took their leave after Zeoticus gifted congratulatory gifts for the birth of the current Sitri Heir Serafall Sitri, the Astaroth heir Ajuka Astaroth and the Glasya-Labolas heir Falbium Glasya-Labolas.
After they had all left, Zeoticus took a deep breath and slowly exhaled before standing up and leaving his office to go check up on Venelena and Sirzechs. Entering the master bedroom, he stood by Venelena watching Sirzechs nurse from her nipple as she questioned.
"How was it?"
Zeoticus just sighed.
"The Bael gave their congratulations on Sirzechs birth, but of course they also wanted to know if he possessed the Bael's power of destruction. As for the others? Not much else to say, I gifted congratulatory gifts to the Sitri, Astaroth and Glasya-Labolas for the birth of their own children, and discussed about the current affairs happening in the underworld."
Venelena hummed as she continued nursing Sirzechs. Zeoticus gave the young child a look of mock envy as he spoke to alleviate some of the tension of the situation.
"Lucky bastard, getting to nurse on such a wonderful pair of breasts."
Venelena chuckled as she responded chidingly.
"Now. Now Zeoticus, how can you envy your own son? He's still a newborn after all, he needs his mothers milk. I can let you have a taste tonight after I've tucked him in."
Zeoticus chuckled with a lustful grin on his face as he spoke.
"Then I can't wait for tonight. And who knows, if we're lucky, we might get a second child."
Venelena returned his lustful grin with a similar expression as she replied.
"Well now, with words like that, I'm looking forward to tonight even more."
That night, loud lustful moans and the sounds of two bodies colliding, desperate and hungry
echoed all throughout the Gremory manor for the next few hours.
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Deep within the walls of the Gremory household was a young boy barely 2 years old, with a face that was a mix of cute soft baby fat mixed with a, slight sharp facial structure. With the iconic red hair and blue eyes of the Gremory household, Sirzechs Gremory walked the halls of the mansion as the maids greeted him with respect, and sadness that they can't pinch his soft face cheeks.
Sirzechs soon walked into a wide training room filled with all kinds of weapons. Taking a deep breath 8 pairs of devil bat like wings manifested behind him as he took flight slowly. His demeanor was unfit for a child his age. Stoic, calm, serious, and insanely dedicated and disciplined.
He had awakened the memories of his past life when he officially hit a year old, and since his memories had awakened, and he realised just where he was reborn and who he was reborn as, he immediately got to training his magical prowess to get a better grasp of the level of power he possessed and how much control he has over his power.
Now floating a few meters off the ground, Sirzechs began to slowly move around as he thought to himself.
'Of all the absurd things that could have happened to me when I died, reincarnating as the strongest Devil in the world of High School DxD where God's still roam the world, the big G is dead by some miracle, politics still exists even among the various mythological factions, there's three Dragon God's that are said to be the absolute strongest in the world, and also God's from an alternate dimension that far surpass any of the three Dragon's in terms of power scaling. Truly just my luck.'
A Crimson black aura began to slowly leak off of Sirzechs form as he exhaled and closed his eyes as he focused on controlling his power of destruction as well as the ludicrous amount of Magical Energy he was born with.
Thankfully, Sirzechs talent over the Bael bloodlines power was nothing to scoff at, as controlling the destructive power was much easier for him than with other elements of magic.
'My control over my power of destruction is stable for now. But my mana control needs to improve further. There's no point in having so much magical energy if you don't know how to properly control it and waste like half your energy on a single attack.'
Sirzechs began training both his control and refinement over his power of destruction and magical energy by changing the shape of his power of destruction or POD for short.
He would consistently change the shape, and output of the destructive power while also maintaining his flight moving around. Sometimes it would turn into a staff, a spear, a blade, or more complex shapes like cones, squares, or just the orb themselves with various output ranging from destroying a small piece of something to erasing the entire thing.
But while his control was improving it wasn't good enough to do what he wanted as the two shields beneath him completely disappeared erased by his power of destruction as sweat began trickling down his face.
'I need more control. Not just in my magical energy output, but on the scale of destruction I can create. Now onto the finisher for today's training.'
Sirzechs raised both his tiny little hands into the air and immediately hundreds of crimson black orbs of destruction manifest around himself as he began panting from exhaustion.
'Good. Compared to when I first started, this is a significant improvement.'
Sirzechs began circling one of the orbs around himself changing it's shape, output and direction while maintaining the other orbs still around him while attempting to use as little magical energy as possible to do what he was doing.
'*Huff* *Huff* this is truly mentally exhausting. It's not that I'm wasting a lot of energy, it's just the constant changes I'm making to the orbs shape, destructive output and direction as well as maintaining flight and changing directions is really taxing on my mind. Alright, I think we can add a second orb.'
Soon, a second orb from the hundreds of destructive orbs still floating in the air around him came and began rotating along with the first as Sirzechs gritted his teeth as mental exhaustion was catching up to him at an even greater speed than before.
'I can barely manage a second orb. But that's fine. I need to speed up my training, because with my future plans, especially to get that "Celtic Queen" to train me, I need to to be strong enough to show her the benefits of mentoring me.'
Sirzechs soon attempted to change the second orbs direction moving it counterclockwise to the first orb and trying to change it's shape and, movement speed and power output, the other orbs soon began disappearing until only about three more remained still barely floating in the air while he continued maintaining the two orbs moving around him, their shape, speed and power output for another minute before they all disappeared and Sirzechs landed onto the ground opening his eyes and clutching his head.
'Ugh. My head feels like someone's knocking on the inside of my skull. But that's fine. Since I still have so much more magical energy to use, let's cast a healing spell. Imagination, creativity, and magical energy control if I recall.'
Sirzechs took a deep breath, in his mind, he formed a vision:
A quiet forest spring. Water gently flowing over moss-covered rocks. Cool, healing currents rippling through tension and noise like wind scattering fog.
'Soothing... flowing... not fire, not destruction. Something that ebbs. Something that carries tension away like a stream washing stones smooth.'
Sirzechs raised one hand placing it on his throbbing head as a gentle blue light engulfed his hand and slowly the mental exhaustion he felt began slowly clearing up as he let out a relieved sigh as he thought to himself.
'My first attempt at using magic other than my bloodlines ability is successful. Now with my mental fatigue relieved, I can continue training.'
Just as he was about to continue his training till he was out of Magical energy, one of the Gremory maids knocked on the door before entering as she spoke.
"Pardon my lord, but Lord Zeoticus and lady Venelena would like to see you."
Sirzechs sighed as he thought to himself.
'Of course I can't train to complete exhaustion.'
Sirzechs nodded his head as he spoke with that immature yet serious tone.
"Please tell my parents I'll meet them in 10 minutes latest."
The maid bowed respectfully as she left to go inform her Lord and his wife of Sirzechs response. And as Sirzechs walked back to his room, he continued with his training focusing solely on keeping both orbs of destruction moving clock and counter clockwise around himself and changing their shapes, speed and output as he frowned and thought to himself.
'It's still difficult to do so many things at once. But that doesn't change just how Devil physiology is truly outstanding. Even as a two year old child I'm undoubtedly much more physically superior to all normal kids my age, and my brain is also developed enough to do such strenuous tasks at such a young age.'
By the time Sirzechs reached his room, even when he entered inside, even when he was showering or after finishing his shower or changing his clothes, his two orbs continue to rotate both clock and counter clockwise, changing shapes and destructive output as he passed by the maids working and heard their hushed whispers.
"Do you see what the young heir is doing with his Bael power? He's no older than 2, and yet he's performing such complex feats of magic. Truly he'll grow up to be possibly the strongest Gremory in devil history."
"What even is he? He's been training since he turned 1. Is he a Prodigy? Or a Monster?"
"Who cares what he is? I'm just heartbroken I can't pinch his soft looking face cheeks. And his constant need to look calm, collected and stoic with his young face? It's too cute! Lucifer what I wouldn't give to be able to squish them."
Sirzechs ignored them all as the front door to the dining room was opened up by two of the maids standing on the left and right side of the dining room hall as both of the maids announced his arrival.
"Lord Sirzechs Gremory has arrived."
"Lord Sirzechs Gremory has arrived."
Sirzechs stepped into the dining room dressed in noble attire with the two orbs continuing their rotation around himself as Sirzechs placed a palm on his chest and bowed his head slightly.
"Mother. Father. I have arrived."
Zeoticus looked troubled and Venelena just wore a calm smile as she spoke looking into her sons eyes.
"Sirzechs, we need to have a serious talk."
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