As I watched from the shadows, a twisted sense of satisfaction began to swell within me. Issei's life was unraveling before my eyes, just as I had planned. The curses I had placed on him and those who wronged me were slowly taking effect, insidiously weaving chaos into the fabric of their lives. Yet, they remained blissfully unaware of the dark magic at work, attributing their misfortunes to mere bad luck.

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In the grim confines of his prison cell, Issei sat on the edge of his bunk, head in hands, unable to escape the relentless whispers in his mind.

"You deserve this,"

the whispers hissed, each word a dagger to his already fractured psyche.

"You killed your own brother."

Issei shook his head, trying to dislodge the voices.

Issei:No... I didn't mean for any of this to happen,

he muttered to himself, his voice tinged with desperation.

From the cell next to him, Matsuda's voice echoed, filled with anger and despair.

Matsuda:Issei, are you hearing things too? Those damned whispers... they're driving me mad!

Motohama, in the cell across the hall, added his own voice to the chorus of despair.

Motohama:I thought it was just me. It's like they're inside my head, accusing me of things I never did!

Issei looked up, eyes wide with fear and realization.

Issei:This has to be Kousei's doing. It has to be. Somehow, he's still tormenting us.

Matsuda's laugh was bitter, devoid of any humor.

Matsuda:Great. So not only are we in here because of him, but he's also haunting us. Perfect.

Motohama's voice cracked with fear.

Motohama:What if we deserve it? I mean, we did terrible things to him. Maybe this is our punishment.

Issei clenched his fists, a mixture of guilt and defiance bubbling up within him.

Issei:No. We were manipulated. It wasn't supposed to go this far.

Outside, in the real world, the curses began to manifest in more tangible ways. Issei's parents faced financial ruin, their business deals falling apart, clients abandoning them without explanation.

In a dimly lit office, Issei's father slammed his fist on the desk, papers scattering everywhere.

is this happening? Every deal, every contract... it's like we're cursed."

His mother, eyes red from crying, whispered,

Miki:Maybe we are. Maybe this is because of Issei.

In the school, Muryama and Katase faced relentless bullying from their peers. Notes filled with cruel taunts appeared in their lockers, their belongings were vandalized, and they were shunned by the very friends who once adored them.

Muryama's voice shook with frustration as she confronted Katase in the hallway.

Muryama:Do you think Kousei is behind this? Even from the grave?

Katase, her eyes wide with fear, nodded slowly.

Katase:it feels like it. Every time something bad happens, I feel like I can hear him laughing.

Tsubaki and Sona weren't spared either. Their reputations tarnished, they faced disciplinary actions from the school and the scorn of their peers. Tsubaki found herself isolated, her every move watched with suspicion, while Sona's authority as a student council president was undermined, her decisions constantly questioned.

In a hushed meeting in the student council room, Tsubaki turned to Sona, her voice filled with frustration.

Tsubaki:We have to do something. We can't let Kousei's memory destroy us.

Sona sighed, her shoulders heavy with the weight of their predicament.

Sona:But what can we do? It's like he's haunting us, even now.

As I watched from the shadows, my lips curled into a dark smile. The curse was doing its work, slowly, methodically, ensuring that those who wronged me would never find peace.

Me:You thought you could destroy me

I whispered to the darkness, my voice filled with cold satisfaction.

Me:But now, it's your lives that are being torn apart.

Back in his cell, Issei's voice was a desperate plea.

Issei:Please, Kousei... if you can hear me, if this is your doing... I'm sorry. We're all sorry.

The whispers in his mind intensified, a relentless chorus of condemnation.

"Sorry isn't enough. You must pay for your sins."

Matsuda and Motohama joined in, their voices echoing the same desperate plea.

Matsuda:We're sorry, Kousei! We didn't mean for this to happen!

But their apologies fell on deaf ears. The curses I had placed upon them would not be easily lifted. They would continue to suffer, just as I had suffered, until they understood the true weight of their actions.

As the shadows enveloped me, I felt a grim satisfaction. Justice was being served, and I would ensure that it was relentless and unforgiving.

"You will never forget what you did to me,"

I whispered, my voice a chilling promise. "And you will never escape the consequences of your actions

In the dim, oppressive confines of the prison, the guard called out, his voice dripping with disdain.

Guard:issei, someone's here to see you.

Issei lifted his head slowly, his eyes bloodshot and hollow. He looked beyond terrible-disheveled, bruised, and utterly broken. He shuffled toward the visitation area, each step a painful reminder of the nightmare his life had become.

As he stepped into the room, his heart skipped a beat. Standing before him was Rias Gremory, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes blazing with anger and contempt.

Issei:Rias... Rias, you're-

he began, his voice trembling with a mix of hope and desperation.

But he didn't get to finish his sentence. Rias's fist connected with his face, a brutal punch that sent him sprawling to the ground.

Rias:Don't you dare call me by my name, you bastard!

she spat, her voice seething with rage.

Rias;You monster! How could you do that to your own brother? Because of you, he's dead!

Issei:B...but... but...

Issei stammered, his words faltering under the weight of her fury.

"Shut up!" Rias's voice was a thunderclap of anger.

Rias:The only reason I'm here is because I need you. No, I need your Sacred Gear. But don't you dare consider us anything special. In fact, in my eyes, you're lower than dirt. And I expect you to know your place.

Issei nodded quickly, fear and shame contorting his features.

Issei:I... I understand

he whispered, barely able to meet her gaze.

"Good," Rias snapped.

Rias;Now get your things.

When Issei returned to the Occult Research Club, the atmosphere was palpable with loathing. Akeno, Kiba, and Koneko all glared at him with undisguised hatred, their eyes reflecting the same contempt that Rias had shown. The once warm and welcoming environment had turned cold and hostile, making every moment a living hell for Issei.

My pov

Rias actually dared to help Issei. I snorted in disgust. I don't care if she feels bad now-she'll suffer along with him. But first, I need to check on something.

I traveled back to Italy, where I found my lover, Ophis, alongside a depressed Asia. Her usually bright eyes were clouded with sorrow, and her shoulders slumped in despair.

Me:What happened?

I asked, my voice gentle but tinged with concern.

Asia looked up at me, her eyes filled with tears.

Asia:There was an injured man in the Vatican. I healed him, not knowing who he was. Now, I've been excommunicated.

My anger flared.

Me:How is it possible for a devil to sneak into the church?

Asia's eyes widened with fear as she realized the depth of my anger.

Asia:Please, don't do anything rash

she pleaded.

Asia:I didn't know...

Ophis's expression was equally dark.

Ophis:Perhaps we should just wipe it out

she suggested, her voice cold and matter-of-fact.

Asia fell to her knees, clutching my hand.

Asia:No, please! Spare them. They don't deserve to be punished for my mistake.

Her desperate plea tugged at my heart, softening my resolve for a moment. I looked at Ophis, whose expression was still unreadable.

Me:Asia, you must understand

I began, my voice softening slightly,

Me:they wronged you. They threw you out without a second thought, despite your pure intentions.

Asia nodded, tears streaming down her face.

Asia:I know. But please, don't hurt them. I still have faith in the goodness of people.

Ophis sighed, her cold exterior cracking just a little.

Ophis You have a kind heart, Asia. Too kind for this world.

I knelt down beside Asia, lifting her chin so she could meet my eyes.

Me:I will honor your wish, but understand this-any more betrayal from them, and I won't hold back.

Asia's eyes filled with gratitude.

Asia:thank you. Thank you so much.

Ophis and I exchanged a look, a silent agreement passing between us. The Vatican would be spared, but they were now on notice. Any further transgressions, and there would be no mercy.

As we stood together, the weight of the world pressing down on us, I realized that revenge had a cost. But seeing the relief and hope in Asia's eyes, I knew that sometimes, mercy had its place too.

Before I slept, I looked at my palm, watching as it manifested several threads. Each one of these threads represented a curse I had inflicted. I whispered into them, "REVEAL."

As the threads glowed and vibrated, scenes of immense torment and suffering played out before me.

First, I saw Matsuda and Motohama in their prison cells. They were no longer the cocky, carefree boys I once knew. Their faces were gaunt, eyes hollow with fear and despair. Every day, they were beaten by other inmates, their bodies covered in bruises and cuts that never seemed to heal.

Matsuda was hunched over in a corner, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "I can't take it anymore," he whimpered, tears streaming down his face. "Why is this happening to us?"

Motohama, lying on the cold, hard floor, groaned in pain.

Motohama: it's like we're cursed

he muttered, clutching his ribs where he had been kicked earlier.

Motohama:Our families... they've abandoned us. We're alone.

Their families were not spared either. I saw Matsuda's mother, once a proud and strong woman, now broken and destitute. She had lost her job, her home, and her reputation. She wandered the streets, begging for scraps, while people sneered and spat at her. "Please," she cried out to no one in particular,

"I don't understand why this is happening. We were good people!"

Motohama's father, a man who had always prided himself on his social standing, was now a pariah. His business had crumbled, and he faced constant harassment.

"This is all your fault!"

he screamed at Motohama during a prison visit, his face twisted with rage and despair. "

You've ruined us all!"

Next, the vision shifted to Muryama and Katase. They had once been the queens of Kuoh Academy, but now they were shadows of their former selves. Their beauty had faded, replaced by a gaunt, haunted look. They were ostracized by their peers, who now saw them as the cause of all their problems.

Muryama sat alone in a dark room, her eyes wide with terror.

Muryama:I can't escape it

she whispered, her voice trembling.

Muryama:The nightmares... they won't stop. Every night, I see his face. Kousei... he's haunting me.

Katase was no better. She had fallen into a deep depression, refusing to leave her room. "We did this," she muttered to herself, rocking back and forth.

Katase:We destroyed him, and now he's destroying us.

Their families, too, suffered. Muryama's parents had been prominent members of the community, but now they were shunned.

What did we do to deserve this?" her mother sobbed, clutching a photograph of a happier time. "Our daughter... she's not the same anymore."

Katase's father had turned to alcohol, his life falling apart.

"Everything's gone to hell," he muttered bitterly, taking another swig from a bottle. "It's like we're cursed."

The vision then shifted to Sona and the Sitri Clan. The once proud and noble family was in shambles. Their hospitals, known for their excellence, were now under constant scrutiny. Lawsuits and sanctions plagued them, their reputation tarnished beyond repair.

Sona herself was a wreck. She sat in her office, head in her hands, surrounded by piles of paperwork detailing the lawsuits and sanctions against her family's hospitals.

Sona: I don't understand

she whispered, her voice filled with despair.

Sona:We've always been fair, always helped those in need. Why is this happening?

The Sitri Clan's suffering didn't end there. Serafall, the Devil King and Sona's sister, had fallen mysteriously ill. She lay in her bed, unable to move, her body wracked with pain. "Sona..." she whispered weakly, tears streaming down her face.

Serafall:I can't feel my legs... I can't move.

Sona clenched her fists, her eyes filled with tears.

Sona:We'll find a way to cure you

she promised, though her voice wavered with uncertainty.

Sona:We'll fix this. We have to.

But no one knew the source of their suffering. The curses I had placed were doing their work, spreading chaos and despair. They were all trapped in a nightmare, with no escape in sight.

As I watched their torment, a cold satisfaction filled me. They were paying for what they had done to me, and it was only the beginning.

Sitting in the darkness, I whispered to myself,

Me;Let them suffer. Let them feel the weight of their sins.

And with that, I finally allowed myself to sleep, knowing that the curses would continue their work, ensuring that none of them would find peace.

Sirzechs Lucifer stood by the bedside of his sister, Serafall Leviathan. His normally composed face was etched with worry and despair. His wife, Grayfia, stood beside him, her face a mask of concern. Ajuka Beelzebub and Falbium Asmodeus were also present, their expressions grave as they looked upon the once-vibrant Serafall, now a shadow of her former self.

Serafall's skin had turned a sickly purple-black, a stark contrast to the healthy glow it once had. Her eyes were sunken, her cheeks hollow, and her body frail and gaunt. She lay motionless, save for the occasional twitch of pain that crossed her face. The room was filled with the quiet hum of medical equipment, but the doctors standing around her were at a loss, their faces reflecting their helplessness.

Sirzechs clenched his fists, his voice trembling with a mixture of anger and sorrow.

Sirzechs;How did this happen? How could we let it get this far?

Ajuka shook his head, his usually calm demeanor cracking.

Ajuka:We've tried everything, Sirzechs. All our magic, all our science... nothing works. It's as if she's been cursed by something beyond our understanding.

Falbium sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping.

Falbium:I've consulted with every expert I know. This... this isn't any ordinary illness or curse. It's something far more sinister.

Grayfia placed a comforting hand on Sirzechs' shoulder, her eyes never leaving Serafall.

Grayfia:We can't give up. There has to be something we're missing. Some way to save her.

A doctor stepped forward, nervously adjusting his glasses.

Doctor:We've been monitoring her condition closely, but her symptoms... they don't match any known ailment or curse in our records. It's as if her life force is being drained away by an unseen force.

Serafall's eyes fluttered open weakly, her voice a mere whisper.

Serafall:S-Sirzechs... it hurts... so much...

Sirzechs knelt by her side, taking her hand in his.

Sirzechs:I'm here, Serafall. We're all here. We're going to find a way to help you, I promise.

Tears welled up in Serafall's eyes as she looked at her brother.

Serafall:I don't want to die, Sirzechs. Not like this...

Ajuka's eyes hardened with determination.

Ajuka:We need to find out who or what is behind this. If it's a curse, then it must have an origin. Someone must have placed it.

Grayfia nodded in agreement.

Grayfia:We'll search every corner of the Underworld if we have to. We won't stop until we find a cure.

Falbium rubbed his temples, trying to think of any possibilities they might have overlooked.

Falbium:There must be a clue somewhere. A reason why she was targeted.

Sirzechs looked at his comrades, a fierce resolve in his eyes.

Sirzechs:We've faced impossible odds before. We can do it again. For Serafall.

The doctors exchanged uncertain glances, feeling the weight of the situation. One of them spoke up hesitantly.

Doctor 2:We will continue to monitor her and try to ease her pain, but without knowing the source of the curse, our efforts may be in vain.

Serafall squeezed Sirzechs' hand weakly, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Serafall:Thank you... all of you. I know you're doing everything you can...

Sirzechs leaned closer, his voice gentle but firm.

Sirzechs:Rest now, Serafall. Save your strength. We'll figure this out, I swear.

As Serafall drifted back into a fitful sleep, the room fell silent, each person lost in their thoughts. The sense of urgency and desperation hung heavy in the air, but so did the unspoken bond of determination and love that connected them all.

Ajuka broke the silence, his voice low and determined.

Ajuka:We need to act fast. Whatever is causing this, it's not going to stop on its own. We need to gather all our resources and allies. Leave no stone unturned.

Falbium nodded, his usual laid-back demeanor replaced with grim seriousness.

Falbium:I'll reach out to the other factions. Maybe they've seen something like this before. Any bit of information could be crucial.

Grayfia looked at Sirzechs, her eyes filled with both worry and hope.

Grayfia:we'll find a way, Sirzechs. We have to.

Sirzechs took a deep breath, his resolve hardening.

Sirzechs:Then let's get to work. For Serafall.

As they left the room, the doctors resumed their vigilant watch over Serafall, their expressions a mix of hope and fear. The battle to save her had just begun, and failure was not an option.