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Fallen Angels (TWDM Chap 21)
🕑 Added 2025-04-06 10:17:10 +0000 UTC“Master! It was just like you said!” Azuma glanced over at the doorway to the training room, watching as Issei walked in with a near-naked woman tossed over his shoulder, “This chick did try to kill me!”
The woman hanging over Issei’s shoulder was familiar - very familiar. She had long black hair, a cute yet beautiful face, and a sexy body that could rival even a devil's. She was curvy, with a thin waist and an overall thin body type. Despite her thin-looking body, she still had thick thighs, an equally thick rear, and rather large breasts that sat perkily on her chest.
Those are better than I expected.
Azuma nodded approvingly as he eyed Raynare’s barely covered breasts. She was lacking in pure size compared to someone like Rias or Akeno, but the shape was surprisingly nice.
Not as nice as theirs, but pretty decent.
The woman was dressed in a thin domantrix-esque outfit, which was completely black. There was a small strand of fabric covering her crotch and breasts, along with two spiked-shoulder guards, but besides that the only other pieces of clothing she had on were metallic stocking-like fabric covering her legs and two arm guantlets.
It’s a good thing I had Artoria train him.
The heroic spirit in question was standing a short distance in front of Azuma, as he had been in the process of doing sword training with her.
“What do I do with her?” Issei asked dumbly, laying the unconscious fallen angel down on the ground.
Azuma had warned Issei about the woman possibly targeting him earlier, and he was glad he did. Her group had arrived in Kuoh a few days ago, and Azuma figured it was for the same reason as in canon.
I’ve changed a few things, but nothing that major.
The building of his resort had made a pretty big impact on the world as a whole, but it hadn’t done anything to necessarily change the timeline. Azuma hadn’t interacted with any higher-ranking Fallen Angels, which was surprising as he thought Azazel would be the type of guy to visit the resort, so it was fair to assume that the purpose of Raynare’s group hadn’t changed.
“I’ll tell Ravel to deal with her for now,” Azuma hummed, lightly setting down the training sword he had been holding and walking toward the door. He silently reminded himself to ask Taga about making him a permanent, much better-made, sword.
I’ll have to deal with the others. They’ll come looking for her.
The Fallen Angels arrival in Kuoh wasn’t actually a bad thing - it was good if anything. They were a small group that was at least decently powerful, and when they were killed by Rias in canon no one had come looking for them. They were perfect targets to be ‘generously invited’ into the dungeon.
“Don’t do anything weird to her while I’m gone,” Azuma ordered as he started to pull open the door.
“Weird?” Issei asked dumbly, “Why would I do that?”
Did the universe's biggest pervert just ask me that?
“Because you’re a massive pervert,” Azuma deadpanned over his shoulder, “It’s one thing to be a pervert to girls that can kick you in the balls, but doing it over an unconscious one is too far.”
“I would never do that!” Issei stiffened at his words, his eyes suddenly taking a glossy look, “I-If I look at a girl whose not a dryad, sensei will cut my dick off… If I look at a girl whose not a dryad, sensei will cut my dick off… If I look at a girl whose not a dryad, sensei will cut my dick off…”
Azuma glanced at Artoria with a raised eyebrow as Issei repeated the sentence droningly, “What’d you do to him?”
“You said to train him,” Artoria answered as if it was obvious, “I fear it is impossible to completely cull his lust, but it is at least controllable.”
“That’s…” Azuma blinked as he thought about it, then nodded approvingly, “Good job. I’ll level you up later.”
He left the room, leaving a bright-faced Artoria behind. The resort was only growing more and more popular in the supernatural world, and as a result Azuma had been able to upgrade all of his units more often.
Over the past few weeks, the bottleneck of his points had become a problem again. The huge amount of points Ravel had spent on upgrading Aphrodite had been replenished, but the number of things Azuma could spend those points on was still capped by his dungeon level.
That’ll change soon.
As if she could read his thoughts, Aphrodite came floating up to him right as he entered the main dungeon core room. The woman had been evolved to be human-sized, but she could still shift between the size-forms whenever she wanted, and as a result stayed in the smaller-form most of the time. The only times she tended to enter her human-sized form was for certain ‘activities’ with Azuma.
It’s lucky she can go between them.
According to Aphrodite, her ‘true goddess form’ was literally the size of a mountain. As Azuma continued to evolve her, she’d eventually be too big to even fit in the dungeon.
“General Azuma! The troops are in position!” Aphrodite saluted at him, her face looking cutely determined, “So, can we go do another dungeon now? Please? Pretty please? I’ll show you my-”
“Yeah, we’ll go on a trip to clean them all up in a bit,” Azuma hummed, cutting her off, “I just need to handle something quickly first.”
After upgrading all of his important units - which was pretty much just Artoria, Aphrodite, Issei, and a couple more expensive units - he had decided to go all in on the ‘quantity’ approach. His scouting squads had already explored the entirety of the 10th floor at this point through trial and error, so he had a complete layout of the rest of the floor.
He had recently started to spend his influx of points on building more than just scouting squads - instead building something closer to ‘scouting armies.’ They were usually comprised of a couple thousand low-cost units that were led by a small group of high-costing units that he had manually leveled up using points.
Over a dozen of these armies were currently positioned in the Monster-Realm side of the dungeon, as Azuma had sent them toward the other dungeons on the 10th floor. They had been ordered to essentially block the entrance to those dungeons, whittling down any monsters that came out and preventing the Dungeon Master from venturing out to grind points or get food safely.
Now, all that was left was for Azuma to go there personally and finish the job. He’d take down the Dungeon Masters and claim their points as well as level up his own dungeon in the process.
But it’ll take a bit. I need to deal with this first.
“Awww, why can’t we go now?! I’m all hyped up to use my new power!” Aphrodite punched her fists into the air excitedly, though from the force of her little punches Azuma doubted she could even knock over a chair, “Let’s go now, Azuma! Let’s go! Let’s go!”
“Nah,” Azuma shook his head again, “This can’t wait. Ravel, you around?”
He called out into the room, and Ravel appeared a moment later from the tunnel behind him.
“Yes, Master?” She answered quickly.
“Issei brought home a fallen angel,” Azuma hummed, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb, “Can you go tie her up or somethin’? I need to go deal with the other ones.”
The dungeon-clearing expedition would take at least a couple of days, if not even a week or two, and the rest of Raynare’s group wouldn’t just sit around waiting. They’d either retreat or end up dead to Rias or Sona before he got back.
“On it, Master,” Ravel nodded, but then paused before she left to deal with Raynare, “Oh, right! Father asked if you wanted to come over for dinner tonight! Oh, and also…”
Ravel grinned slightly, “My brother will be there.”
“Riser?” Azuma asked to confirm, a small smirk appearing on his face.
“Yes,” Ravel nodded.
Perfect.
Azuma had visited the Phenex Estate a few more times at Lord Phenex’s request, but he hadn’t run into Riser yet. He couldn’t exactly just randomly ask to meet with him and then beat his ass, so he needed a natural time to meet the man.
“Noooo! We need to go beat the dungeonnnnnnnnns!” Aphrodite whined, poking at Azuma’s cheek.
“We’ll leave to do that tomorrow,” Azuma looked at her dryly, “I can’t blow her father off twice in a row. He asked me to go over yesterday, but I didn’t because someone wouldn’t let me leave my bedroom.”
“Don’t act like you weren’t enjoying it,” Aphrodite huffed back, but she gave up on trying to convince him to go dungeon-conquering.
Azuma promptly left the dungeon, trusting Ravel to handle Raynare for the moment. He headed out into Kuoh, pausing as he stepped out of the cave entrance and looked at the nearby resort. It was just outside the forest where the dungeon entrance was, but luckily the small forest wasn’t very popular. No random humans or supernatural beings had wandered into the small cave yet.
…Where the hell is the abandoned church?
Azuma glanced around as he realized he didn’t actually know where it was, but then shrugged.
Can’t be that hard to find, right?
Luckily, his thoughts were actually right. After running around the city for a few minutes at speeds that no normal human could hope to match, Azuma was standing in front of a run-down-looking church.
“Man, why do we gotta be the ones on guard duty?” As Azuma approached the church, there was a duo of rather plain-looking men standing in front of it. They were both dressed identically, as they were wearing white shirts and blue jackets. They both also had crosses hanging around their necks.
“Right? That damn fallen bitch,” The second excorcist groaned, nodding his head, “I only agreed to come on this mission because I thought all fallen were whores! This is just a waste of time if I can’t get a handful of those jugs…”
“Yeah!” The other agreed, staring up into the air with a slightly dazed look in his eyes, “Man, I’ve never seen a pair like those. What I would give to…”
He suddenly blinked, coming back to reality as Azuma casually walked past him toward the church, “Wait, who the hell is this-”
A second later he was flung backward, his eyes glossing over as Azuma knocked him out in one punch.
“What are you-” The other exorcist started as he reached down for the light sword in his belt, but he didn’t get to finish his sentence before Azuma’s fist slammed into his gut. He doubled over from the pain, falling down to his knees, then was knocked out as Azuma smacked the back of his head.
“You guys are terrible at your jobs,” Azuma deadpanned to the two unconscious men, who hadn’t even noticed him walking up to them as they fantasized about tits.
But, if they’re thinking about Kalawarna's tits then I can’t really blame them.
Then he turned back to the abandoned church, walking past the small opened gate and into the courtyard in front of it.
He was unbothered as he briskly walked through the courtyard, reaching the door and opening it to enter the actual church itself. On the inside was a much larger group of excorists, all of whom were just boredly chatting and sitting around. Azuma paused at the doorway, staring at them blankly as he waited.
…These guys really suck at their job.
The stray excorcists didn’t even look over at him, just milling around as they continued to chat. Azuma wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this.
Fair enough, I guess.
Instead of a dramatic ‘Intruder! Get him!’ followed up by Azuma fighting off a small army of excorcists, he just walked through the church as he glanced around to find the basement.
What if I just…
“Yo, where’s the basement?” Azuma asked casually, tapping on the shoulder of one of the excorcists.
“The basement? The stairs are under that,” The man responded, pointing at a large stand sitting at the front of the church, “Are you new or somethin’? Wheres your outfit?”
Azuma definitely stood out in his plan shirt and shorts compared to the similarly matching exorcists. They were all wearing the same white shirt, blue jacket, and cross necklace combination that the first two guards were.
“Yeah, something like that. It was raining earlier, and I got soaked, so I brought my outfit to the dry cleaners,” Azuma replied casually as he stepped past the man, waving over his shoulder at him, “Thanks.”
“Damn, it was raining? I hope it doesn’t rain a lot here, I hate getting wet…” A different excorcist nearby muttered.
These guys suck. Like, these might be the worst guards of all time.
After seeing how bad it could be, Azuma actually felt a bit appreciative of his goblins. They probably wouldn’t put up much of a fight, but at least they wouldn’t just let an intruder walk right in!
…
Would they?
…
Fuck. They probably would.
Those couple of thoughts about goblins exceeded Azuma’s daily ‘goblin thinking’ capacity, and he quickly lifted the stand and descended down the stairs into the large basement.
“Why are we even staying here? There’s a huge resort nearby!” A female voice complained as Azuma reached the bottom of the stairs. His eyes trailed over the two individuals in the room, taking them in.
The male one was sitting casually on a chair with a small table in front of him. He was decently tall, had short black hair that went to his shoulders, facial hair, and an overall pretty ugly face that was covered in scars. He was also wearing a huge fedora, a trench coat, and had two black crow-like wings sticking out of his back.
Azuma only looked at Dohnaseek for a split second, as the second fallen angel in the basement was much easier on the eyes. She had long blue hair, a beautiful face, and, most importantly…
Damn. Fuckin’ damn. Shit, even.
Kalawarna had huge tits.
She’s no Rias, or Akeno, or even Aph, but she might be the next best thing.
While her breasts couldn’t compare to any of the three women in pure size, or even in shape, they were still ginormous. They were also perky, sitting in her red coat-skirt combo with a certain bubbliness. Her coat was also doing her large breasts favors, as it was tight and showed off a lot of skin. It was buttoned down the middle except for the top three, which allowed for it to open at the top and showcase her two milky bosoms. It also cut off down at her thighs, with there literally being tears in the fabric from her thick thighs and behind.
“You think we have the type of money for that?” Dohnaseek replied with a grunt, “We spent all our funds on clothes because our glorious leader wanted the little henchmen to match!”
Azuma blinked as Dohnaseek pointed to a nearby pile of clothes, which contained only white shirts, blue jackets, and crosses.
Azuma took a second to take in the room as a whole. It was dark, slimy, and stuffy. There was a stone floor filling up half the room, on which Kalawarna was leaning against a wall and Dohnaseek’s chair was sitting, that led to a large set of stairs. The stairs led upward to a huge cross, which was so high in the air that the top of it was almost hitting the rather high ceiling. Around the staircase was nothing - as on both sides there were huge holes that led down into darkness.
“Hey! Don’t talk bad about Ray when she’s not here,” Kalawarna shot back, “Besides, you bought a new fedora with our funds too!”
“I agree that style is necessary, but not for henchmen,” Dohnseeks conceded, “Instead of complaining about living in this shit hole, how about you put that body of yours to use? Go make us some money!”
“As if!” Kalawarna shot him down instantly, “My body is a temple! A meathead loser like you wouldn’t get it, but I’m saving my body for my true love!”
True love? Isn’t she a fallen angel?
“True love? Aren’t you a fallen angel?” Azuma blinked as Dohnaseek said exactly what he was thinking.
I was just gonna kill him and take the hot one, but maybe I’ll let him live too.
“How’d you fall if you’re still a virgin?” Azuma intervened in the conversation casually.
“Cocaine. A lot of cocaine,” Kalawarna nodded sagely, then blinked as she looked over at Azuma, “Wait, what are you doing down here? Are you a new cannon fodde- ah, I mean, exorcist that got sent over? The outfits are over there.”
Azuma stared at her blandly as she pointed at the pile of clothes, which couldn’t have been clean as they laid on the slimy and damp floor.
I see where the grunts get their incompetence from.
“Nope, I’m here to kidnap you,” Azuma said bluntly, “I’ve already got your leader and Mittelt - wait, do you even know who Mittelt is?”
Have they even met? She got teleported to the Orc Dungeon years ago, right?
“Mittelt?” Kalawarna tilted her head at him curiously, “You know her? We used to be friends, but that bitch abandonded me mid-mission!”
Poor timing, I Give Up You Worthless Orc, Figure This-
Azuma was cut off mid-thought as he raised his hand, casually catching a light spear that Dohnaseek had launched at him. The man didn’t just stay sitting in the chair watching him like Kalawarna did, as he lunged at Azuma with a bloodthirsty grin on his face. He lashed out with another light spear, but Azuma easily dodged it.
He retaliated by launching a fist back at Dohnaseek, and the fallen was far too slow to dodge it. The fist slammed into his gut, and he doubled over, falling to his knees in front of Azuma.
“Don’t try that again,” Azuma said dryly as Dohnaseek clutched at his gut, “You’re not a sexy woman, so I won’t have as much patience.”
“Die, bastard!” Azuma casually tilted his head as Kalawarna flung a spear at him too, the woman sprinting at him to help her comrade.
“You’re hot as fuck, so I’ll cut you some slack,” Azuma hummed as he dodged another sloppily thrown light spear.
I really am strong.
Azuma had been told as much numerous times by both Ravel and Artoria, but it really sunk in as he fought an actual canon villain. Granted, the fallen angel squad were all two-winged and pretty weak, as they got their asses kicked effortlessly by Rias and Akeno, but it was still a small victory.
It’s like I’m fighting a toddler.
Azuma mused as he effortlessly dodged Kalawarna’s spears, the woman forming another one in her hand and attacking him at close range.
Saber’s teachings weren’t for nothing.
While Azuma had been able to gain a shit-ton of sword progression just from abusing the fact that he could wobble a sword and get 10 progress points for being near Artoria, his footwork was still leagues behind the heroic spirits - even with her still weakened unit body. That gap between them had only seemed wider as Azuma upgraded her with points, as the woman's body could now keep up with her actual technique and skill.
But against Kalawarna, Azuma felt like he might as well be a heroic spirit himself. He could easily avoid each sloppy swing of her spear as he danced around her. Even his brain, which usually moved far slower than his proficiency-guided body against Saber, could see a dozen different weaknesses in the fallen angel. If he had a sword with him right now, he would’ve been able to cut off the beautiful woman's head in a hundred different ways throughout the small fight.
“I said some slack,” Azuma finally hummed dryly, disappearing from Kalawarna’s vision as he seemingly teleported behind her, “Not unlimited slack. You’re hot, but this is getting annoying.”
Watching the woman's breasts bounce and jiggle as she tried to kill him could only entertain him for so long, so he casually slammed his fist into her gut - sending her falling onto all fours next to Dohnaseek.
“So,” Azuma clapped his hands, causing both fallen to look up at him. Dohnaseek was still panting from the blow, and he could tell that Kalawarna was barely able to raise her head through the pain.
“You guys wanna do this the easy way or the hard way?” Azuma offered, “It’s not like I’m gonna torture you or anythin’ y’know? It’s just a little kidnapping.”
“Fuck you!” Azuma couldn’t blame Dohnaseek as he pushed himself to his feet and formed another light spear.
If someone asked me to be willingly kidnapped I’d probably be pissed to. Unless she was hot, then I might let it happen.
Dohnaseek lunged at him again with a light spear in his hand, but Azuma just shook his head disappointingly at the action.
“Look, I was gonna let you live, but,” Azuma casually dodged the strike as he cocked back his fist, “I set a precedent at the start of the fight, y’know? Sexy women get slack, weird old guys in fedoras don’t. I gotta stick to my word.”
To be fair, I did warn him not to try that again.
Azuma's fist rocketed forward as he put some actual strength into it, and even Dohnaseek's supernaturally tough body stood no chance. His fist slammed into the man's gut and…
Damn. That’s… kinda unsettling.
Went right through him. Literally - it went in one side and came straight out the other, impaling Dohnaseek on his arm as a hole appeared in his stomach.
Ouch. I didn’t even put that much strength into it either.
Azuma pulled back his arm as Dohnaseek gasped, reaching up and placing a hand on his gut. He looked up at Azuma with one last pained glance, then fell forward onto the ground and slumped over.
“N-No way,” Kalawarna muttered, her eyes wide with fear and shock as Azuma so easily took out Dohnaseek. She slowly looked up at him, her mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.
“I warned him,” Azuma shrugged, “Now, I take it you’ll comply, right?”
“O-Of course! Whatever you want!” Kalawarna abruptly bowed down, pushing her head into the slimy floor, “My body is yours!”
Azuma stared at her blankly.
“You don’t gotta bow,” He deadpanned, “Your hair is gonna get all dirty. You also don’t need to do this whole ‘my body is yours, please don’t kill me’ thing. I feel like I’ve made it pretty clear that I’m kidnapping you and that I won’t kill you because you’re smokin’.”
“Right,” Kalawarna nodded, straightening herself as she looked up at Azuma. Then, she blushed as she reached down, crossing her arms under her breasts and pushing them up as she glanced away, “B-But if you change your mind and want to ‘show me who's boss’ I won’t resist…”
Azuma stared at her blankly again.
Is she crazy? Am I crazy? She just watched her friend die, right? She’s saying this as her friend is bleeding out next to her with a hole in his gut!
“O-Oh, and just in case you were wondering, I am a virgin!” Kalawarna said abruptly, despite Azuma not asking, waving at Dohnaseek’s corpse quickly, “He wasn’t my boyfriend or anything! I only met him on this mission!”
Well, I guess they weren’t really friends, but that’s still kinda fucked up.
“Yeah… uh, thanks for the information,” Azuma said dryly, “You wanna follow me out of here now?”
“Yes, of course!” Kalawarna shot to her feet, walking forward and stepping over Dohnaseek’s body casually, “Oh, and just in case you were going to ask me later, if you wanted to bend me over and spank me while calling me a ‘bad girl’ I wouldn’t resist either!”
Azuma stared at her blankly for a third time.
What did I possibly say to make her think I was going to ask her that?
“Oh! Or, if you’re more into sucking my tits while calling me ‘Mommy’ I definitely wouldn’t fight back-”
“Stop talking and follow me,” Azuma cut her off bluntly, shaking his head as he started up the stairs.
Is this my fault? Did I do this? She’s just crazy, right?
And so, the dungeon gained another two Fallen Angel subordinates.
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