High school dxd: As Sukuna

After their date at the aquarium, Alastor and Sona decided to take a leisurely stroll to the nearby park.

The sun had already begun its descent, casting a warm, golden hue across the sky and painting the world in soft shades of orange and pink.

It was the perfect way to end a wonderful day together.

Finding a quiet spot on a bench under a large, leafy tree, they sat down to rest. The gentle breeze rustled the leaves above them, and the sounds of birds chirping filled the air, creating a peaceful atmosphere.

Sona leaned back, closing her eyes for a moment as she took a deep breath, enjoying the calmness of the evening.

"It's nice here," she said softly, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them. "I've always liked parks around this time of day. It feels like the world slows down just a little."

Alastor nodded, his eyes following the same sky she was admiring. Suddenly they noticed someone approaching them.

Sona opened her eyes at the sound of the voice, her relaxed expression replaced by one of alertness. Alastor turned his head to see who had spoken, his eyes narrowing slightly as he observed the man standing a few feet away from them. The man looked to be middle-aged, with short black hair and piercing dark blue eyes that held a hint of amusement.

He was dressed in a pale gray trench coat over a white dress shirt with a matching ascot. His black pants and shoes were polished to perfection, and he wore a pair of black gloves, giving him an air of sophistication. Topping off his look was a black fedora, tilted slightly to the side, casting a shadow over his eyes. There was a calmness in his stance as he watched them.

"What do we have here? Two devils enjoying a quiet evening in the park?" the man continued, his tone light but with a mocking edge.

Alastor's eyes remained locked on the stranger, his posture shifting subtly as he prepared for any sudden movements. "And what's it to you?" Alastor asked, his voice was calm.

"Who are you?" Sona also asked.

He looks like a fallen angel, if he is a fallen angel, why did he come in front of us? Even if he didn't know me he should know Sona as she is currently ruling this place. Alastor thought. 

The man finally turned his attention back to them, his dark blue eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, where are my manners?" he said with a mock bow. "My name is Dohnaseek, and yes, you've guessed it—I am indeed a Fallen Angel. I've been...keeping an eye on things around here."

So he is Raynare's group but that didn't tell why he didn't identify Sona. The answer to that question was quickly answered by Alastor's system.

[That's probably because Sona is currently using a spell to conceal her identity and looks.] Alastor's system informed him. [It also masks her presence, making her appear as an ordinary devil to those who don't already know who she is.]

Of course, Alastor thought, realizing why Dohnaseek seemed oblivious to Sona's true identity. Sona must have activated the spell to enjoy our date peacefully.

"Since that girl is the weak one here," Dohnaseek murmured under his breath, his voice barely audible but filled with disdain.

Alastor's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as he saw a flash of light out of the corner of his eye. Dohnaseek had summoned a light spear and hurled it at Sona with blinding speed. For a split second, everything seemed to slow down.

Alastor's heart skipped a beat as he realized what was happening. He tried to move, to block the attack, but it was too late—the spear was already too close to Sona.

But just as the spear was about to hit its mark, Sona's instincts kicked in. She had sensed the shift in Dohnaseek's energy and, in a split second, reacted. With a swift movement, she raised her hand, creating a magical barrier just in time. The spear collided with the barrier, creating a blinding flash of light and a loud, resonant sound as it exploded against the shield.

As Sona staggered back, Alastor's arms wrapped around her, steadying her. But he immediately noticed a thin line of blood running down the side of her cheek. A shard of light from the spear had managed to pierce through the barrier, grazing her.

Seeing the blood on Sona's cheek, something inside Alastor snapped. A fierce, primal rage surged through him, consuming every rational thought. His body began to change, shifting and expanding as he gave in to the fury boiling inside him.

"You bastard... You fucking dare," Alastor growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble that seemed to vibrate through the air.

In an instant, his clothes tore apart, unable to contain the transformation taking place. Alastor's body grew larger, more monstrous. Two additional arms sprouted from his sides, each one powerful and muscular. Four bright red eyes glowed ominously in the dim light, each eye burning with pure, unfiltered hatred.

A grotesque, monstrous mouth appeared on his stomach, stretching wide into a grin that was both terrifying and unnatural. Two of his right eyes were angled differently, positioned on a strange, white, flesh-like plate that jutted out from the side of his face, giving him a grotesque, asymmetrical appearance.

The tattoos that were previously hidden under his clothes now became visible, stark and black against his dark skin. Lines and intricate patterns covered his wrists, upper arms, torso, and face, creating a web of dark markings that pulsed with a sinister energy. Black dots adorned his shoulders, encircled by more dark lines and patterns that seemed to shift and move as his muscles flexed.

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