As I sensed something off within Issei's body, a strange and unexpected sensation washed over me—an intrusion into the very core of his being. Before I could fully comprehend what was happening, I found myself plunged into Issei's mind space, a surreal realm tinged with echoes of his consciousness.

Me:What do we have here

I remarked casually, my voice resonating within the mental landscape.

Me:The Red Dragon Emperor, Ddraig y Goch. You looked better in the books.

A flicker of recognition passed through the ethereal form of Ddraig, the ancient and powerful dragon spirit bound within Issei.

Ddraig:Who are you...

Ddraig began, his voice echoing with uncertainty before realization dawned.

Ddraig:Wait, Kousei?

I raised an eyebrow, surprised by his recognition.

Me:You... you know me?

I asked cautiously, the implications of our encounter stirring a mixture of curiosity and apprehension within me.

Ddraig's response was laced with remorse and resignation.

Ddraig:I've seen the things this useless host has done

Ddraig admitted, his tone heavy with regret.

Ddraig:apologize for his actions.

I shook my head, dismissing the need for apologies.

Me:You have nothing to do with it, Ddraig,

I reassured him, a hint of sympathy coloring my voice.

Me:issei's choices are his own.

Ddraig regarded me with a mixture of curiosity and contemplation, the weight of our shared circumstances hanging in the air between us.

Ddraig:What brings you here, Kousei?

Ddraig inquired, his eye metaphorical though they were searching mine for answers.

I hesitated, grappling with the complexities of our encounter within this surreal mental space.

"I seek justice," I replied firmly, my voice resonating with conviction.

Me:Those who have wronged me must face the consequences of their actions.

Ddraig regarded me with a knowing gaze, understanding the depths of my resolve.

Ddraig:vengeance can be a dangerous path

Ddraig cautioned, his wisdom tempered by centuries of existence.

Ddraig:But I sense a righteous fire within you.

I nodded, acknowledging the bullshit in his words.

Me:I will not rest until those responsible for my suffering are held accountable

I declared, the echoes of my determination reverberating within the mental confines of Issei's mind.

Ddraig regarded me with a newfound respect, a silent acknowledgment of our shared pursuit of justice.

Ddraig;Very well, Kousei

Ddraig said, his voice carrying the weight of ancient wisdom.

As Ddraig's eyes widened in astonishment, his voice tinged with disbelief, I couldn't help but relish the opportunity to unveil the truth behind my existence within Issei's mind space.

Ddraig:How are you alive?

Ddraig exclaimed, his incredulity palpable in the echoes of his voice.

I smirked, a sense of dark amusement coloring my response.

"Simple," I replied, my tone infused with a hint of mischief.

Me:i'm a transcendent soul.

Ddraig's reaction was almost comical—he seemed on the verge of a spit take, his ancient features contorted with shock.

Ddraig:A transcendent soul?

Ddraig repeated, his voice laced with incredulity. "But that's..."

I finished his thought with a wry grin.

"...impossible?" I supplied, knowing full well the gravity of my claim.

Ddraig's expression shifted, his eyes narrowing with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism.

"Indeed," Ddraig admitted, his voice tinged with reluctant acceptance.

Ddraig:Your presence here defies conventional understanding.

I chuckled softly, the sound echoing within the confines of Issei's mind space.

Me:My existence is... unconventional

I confessed, my gaze meeting Ddraig's with unwavering resolve.

Me:But I assure you, I am very much alive.

Ddraig regarded me with a newfound respect, a testament to the enigma of my being.

Ddraig:I have witnessed many things in my time

Ddraig mused, his voice resonating with the weight of centuries.

Ddraig:But you, Kousei, are unlike anything I have encountered.

I nodded, acknowledging the uniqueness of my circumstances.

"I seek revenge," I reiterated, my voice carrying the weight of unyielding determination.

Me:For the injustices I endured in my previous life.

Ddraig's gaze softened, a glimmer of understanding flickering in his ancient eyes.

Ddraig:You carry a burden of suffering

Ddraig observed, his words a testament to his perceptiveness.

Ddraig:But vengeance alone is a perilous path.

I met Ddraig's gaze with a steely resolve.

"I understand the risks," I affirmed, my voice unwavering.

Me:but I will not rest until those responsible face the consequences of their actions.

Ddraig nodded, his expression a mixture of caution and solidarity.

Ddraig:very well, Kousei

Ddraig conceded, his voice resonating with reluctant acceptance.

As I faded from the depths of Issei's mind, a lingering sense of dissatisfaction gnawed at me—an insatiable hunger for retribution that demanded to be satiated. With calculated precision, I set my sights on new targets, determined to unleash a cascade of consequences upon those who had wronged me.

Me:I'm not finished yet

I murmured to myself, my voice a low growl of determination.

Drawing upon my newfound abilities, I extended my reach beyond Issei's immediate circle, setting a series of sinister plans into motion.

First, I sent the incriminating file to Issei's parents' boss—an act of calculated vengeance designed to unravel the very fabric of their lives.

Me:They deserve to know the truth

I muttered darkly, a sense of grim satisfaction settling over me.

But that was just the beginning. I had already devised a more insidious plan—a curse woven into the fabric of Issei's soul, designed to inflict untold suffering upon him and his unsuspecting parents.

Me:Let them feel the weight of their sins

I declared, my voice tinged with malice.

As I contemplated my next move, a sinister grin played upon Issei's lips—my lips—as I envisioned the chaos that would ensue once his parents arrived to face the consequences of their complicity.

"And for good measure," I continued, my thoughts racing with dark intent. "Two more curses to ensure they understand the depth of my wrath."

The notion of retribution fueled my resolve, a relentless pursuit of justice that brooked no compromise.

But I wasn't done yet.

Turning my attention to the student union, I unleashed the incriminating file upon a broader audience—a calculated strike aimed at exposing the systemic failures and moral bankruptcies that had defined my tenure at Kuoh Academy.

"Let the truth be known," I murmured, my voice carrying the weight of impending revelation.

As the digital tendrils of my influence spread, I relished the chaos I had unleashed—a symphony of suffering orchestrated with precision and purpose.

Me:They thought they could silence me

I mused darkly, my thoughts a whirlwind of vindictive satisfaction.

Me:But now, they will pay the price.

In that moment, as I vanished into the shadows, leaving behind a trail of devastation in my wake, I knew that the repercussions of my actions would reverberate far beyond the confines of Kuoh Academy.

As I disappeared from Issei's body, the shadows of my wrath extended further, weaving a web of curses that would ensnare those who had played a role in my downfall. With a dark and relentless determination, I set my sights on Muryama, Katase, Tsubaki, and Sona—each bearing their own share of guilt in the torment I had endured.

Four more curses formed, imbued with the essence of my vengeance, ready to unleash their malevolent power upon my unsuspecting targets.

Me:Muryama and Katase

I murmured to myself, my voice laced with disdain.

Me:You thought you could destroy me socially.

With a surge of malignant intent, I directed one curse towards Muryama and another towards Katase, envisioning the chaos that would soon engulf their lives.

Me:Tsubaki and Sona

I continued, my thoughts turning to the girls who had made it their mission to bring about my downfall when they were once my friends same with those sluts Muryama and Katase

Me:You will face the consequences of your betrayal.

The remaining curses took shape, each infused with a potent blend of malice and retribution, poised to exact a heavy toll upon those who had wronged me.

Me:Let them feel the weight of their sins

I declared, my voice echoing with vindictive satisfaction.

As the curses took flight, guided by the currents of my wrath, I knew that their impact would be profound—an embodiment of the consequences that awaited those who had crossed me.

Me:They will rue the day they crossed Kousei

I whispered to myself, the words carrying the weight of impending doom.

In that moment, as I vanished into the shadows, leaving behind a trail of malevolent intent, I knew that my legacy of retribution was far from over. This was not just vengeance—it was a reckoning, an unyielding pursuit of justice that brooked no compromise.

And as the curses descended upon their unwitting recipients, I felt a surge of grim satisfaction.

Me:Let the darkness consume them

I murmured darkly, the echoes of my wrath reverberating through the unseen realms.

Third person view

As Issei found himself reeling from the sudden physical assault, confusion and disbelief clouded his features. He struggled to make sense of the accusations hurled at him by Matsuda and Motohama, his former friends turned accusers.

Matsuda:What the hell, Issei? Why did you reveal the truth? You ruined our lives!

Matsuda's voice was laced with anger and desperation as he delivered a forceful punch to Issei's face.

Issei staggered backward, clutching his cheek in shock.

Issei:What do you mean?

he managed to stammer, his mind racing to comprehend the gravity of the situation unfolding before him.

Before he could gather his bearings, another blow came—this time from Motohama, his expression a mix of anguish and betrayal.

Motohama:you don't know?

Motohama cried out, his voice trembling with emotion.

Motohama:The file detailing the plan to ruin Kousei's life has gone viral. My family has disowned me because of you!

Issei's eyes widened in disbelief, the weight of their accusations crashing down upon him like a tidal wave.

Issei:I... I didn't...

Issei began, but his words faltered as he struggled to articulate a defense.

Matsuda's voice dripped with venom as he stepped closer, his fists clenched in rage.

Matsuda:We trusted you, Issei. How could you betray us like this?

Issei shook his head in denial, his mind reeling with the realization of the consequences of his actions.

Issei: I didn't mean for this to happen

Issei pleaded, desperation coloring his voice.

Motohama scoffed bitterly, his eyes filled with resentment.

Motohama:You've destroyed everything!

The weight of their words bore down on Issei, the magnitude of his unwitting betrayal crashing over him in waves of remorse and regret.

Issei:I... I didn't know

Issei murmured, his voice barely a whisper amid the chaos of emotions.

Matsuda's expression softened slightly, a glimmer of disbelief in his eyes.

Matsuda: You didn't know?

repeated, his voice tinged with incredulity.

Issei shook his head, his heart heavy with guilt.

"I thought... I thought I was doing the right thing," Issei confessed, his voice laden with sorrow.

Motohama's features softened, though the hurt remained etched in his gaze. "Well, congratulations," he remarked bitterly. "You've succeeded in destroying everything we had."

Issei's shoulders slumped, overwhelmed by the weight of their accusations and the devastating fallout of his actions.

Issei:I'm sorry

Issei whispered, his voice filled with genuine remorse.

As Issei grappled with the relentless whispers haunting his mind, accusing him of unspeakable deeds, a descent into madness loomed ominously on the horizon. The weight of the accusations—the insidious echoes of guilt and remorse—threatened to consume him whole.

"You killed your own brother."

"He died because of you."

"You ruined his life."

"What did he do to deserve this?"

The words echoed relentlessly, a cacophony of accusations that gnawed at Issei's sanity. Each whisper was a dagger to his conscience, plunging him deeper into a spiral of despair and self-loathing.

Issei's once-clear thoughts became muddled, his grip on reality slipping away as the relentless torment of the whispers intensified.

Issei:I... I didn't mean to

Issei muttered to himself, his voice tinged with desperation.

Issei:It was an accident.

But the whispers offered no reprieve—they only grew louder, more accusing, more condemning.

Driven to the brink of madness, Issei found himself confronted by the very embodiments of his guilt—Matsuda and Motohama, their faces contorted with rage and betrayal.

Matsuda:You've destroyed everything!

Matsuda's voice boomed, his fists raining down upon Issei with unrelenting force.

Issei could do nothing but curl into himself, absorbing blow after blow as Motohama joined in the brutal assault.

Motohama:You deserve this

Motohama spat, his voice dripping with venom.

As the physical onslaught intensified, Issei's mind fractured under the weight of his guilt and remorse. He was trapped in a nightmare of his own making, a living hell fueled by the relentless whispers and the punishing blows of his former friends.

"I'm sorry," Issei cried out amidst the chaos, his words lost in the cacophony of violence and accusation.

But his pleas fell on deaf ears—Matsuda and Motohama were consumed by their own rage, their faces twisted with righteous indignation.

Matsuda:You brought this upon yourself

Matsuda snarled, his voice a cruel echo of the whispers that tormented Issei's mind.

As the school discovered the damning file detailing the atrocities committed against Kousei, a tidal wave of outrage and condemnation swept through the halls of Kuoh Academy. The revelation of students beating Kousei to near death ignited a firestorm of public outcry, demanding justice for the victim of such heinous acts.

The fallout was swift and merciless. The authorities launched a thorough investigation, resulting in a series of arrests that sent shockwaves through the community. Among those apprehended were Issei, Matsuda, and Motohama—former friends turned perpetrators of violence and cruelty.

Issei's family bore the brunt of the repercussions, facing a cascade of bad news and unwelcome attention. The weight of shame and disgrace descended upon them like a relentless storm, threatening to drown them in a sea of public scrutiny and condemnation.

As Issei's parents grappled with the harsh reality of their son's actions, they found themselves thrust into a maelstrom of chaos and despair.

"How could this happen?" Issei's mother cried out, her voice laced with anguish and disbelief.

Issei's father, his expression etched with sorrow, struggled to find the words to comfort his wife amid the turmoil.

Gorou:We never imagined... Kousei ....were so sorry he trailed off, his voice filled with regret.

The news of Issei's arrest shattered their carefully constructed world, leaving them reeling from the weight of their son's transgressions.

Miki:What will become of us?

Issei's mother lamented, her voice trembling with fear.

Issei's father sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping under the weight of their shared burden.

Gorou:We must face the consequences

he replied somberly, his words a grim acknowledgment of their reality.

As Issei's family navigated the aftermath of his arrest, they found themselves cast adrift in a sea of uncertainty and shame.

Miki:We raised him better than this

Issei's mother whispered, her voice tinged with sorrow.

Issei's father nodded silently, his gaze haunted by the echoes of their shattered expectations.

Meanwhile, Issei himself grappled with the consequences of his actions, confined within the confines of a prison cell—a stark reminder of the irreversible impact of his unwitting betrayal.

Issei:I never meant for this

Issei murmured to himself, his voice a fragile echo in the silence of his confinement.

But the damage had been done—their lives irrevocably altered by a series of choices that led to unimaginable consequences.

As Issei's family faced the fallout of his actions, they found themselves confronting the harsh reality of their son's transgressions—a painful reminder of the unpredictable and far-reaching consequences of one's choices.