The twilight sun bled orange and red across Kuoh Town, painting the windows of the old school building. Inside the Occult Research Club’s lavish meeting room, the atmosphere was anything but occult. It smelled of black tea, fresh pastries, and the faint, ozone tang of demonic energy.
Issei was left alone with the dragon-scale chess set. He looked at the board. He looked at the door. He could hear a distant BOOM and a cheerful cry of “Forgive me, Lord, for this butter is about to be SMOTE!” highschool dxd characters
Kiba ran a hand through his golden hair. “It’s… a bake-off. Xenovia and Irina are in the school kitchen. They’ve declared a ‘Sacred Gear Showdown: Culinary Apocalypse Edition.’ Xenovia is trying to forge a cake using Durandal as a mixing tool. Irina is attempting to ‘purify’ a batch of cookies with holy light.” The twilight sun bled orange and red across
“Issei,” came a flat voice from the hallway. Koneko had returned. “Stop thinking perverted thoughts. I can hear you from here. Also, Xenovia just melted a spatula. Hurry up.” Issei was left alone with the dragon-scale chess set