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Chapter 19: Breaking Fate!
🕑 Added 2025-03-31 17:31:37 +0000 UTCTatsuya’s eyes were cold and indifferent as he knelt and pressed a hand to her forehead.
“Soul Eater,” He whispered, a red glow flaring beneath his palm, sharp and ominous.
He drew back, and a faint soul emerged—her miniature image, tethered by a crimson thread and a golden orb pulsing within.
His gaze locked onto the golden orb, flickering with desire.
“Unbelievable…” He muttered, eyes cackling with madness, “How much would it take to absorb her Sacred Gear?”
[Why absorb it using World Essence?]
Kaguya's voice echoed in response. It didn't matter if this half was just a blood clone. Whatever system abilities he had, all blood clones could use it. In the same way, no matter how many times his consciousness was split to control the blood clones he'd always have a constant connection to Kaguya.
“...Why absorb it using World Essence?” For a second he was lost in thought before his eyes lit up sharply, “Could it be…”
“Kaguya, can I absorb the Sacred Gear for World Essence?”
[Absolutely, everything in this world is created by Chaos. Sacred Gears are but a flawed amalgamation of Chaos. Nonetheless, being able to use Chaos in such a manner, is indeed admirable.]
Tatsuya looked at the golden glowing orb, noticing the similarity between it and the strands of Chaos.
[Very few Sacred Gears are actually useful for you. The Sacred Gears are by birth flawed and doomed to never surpass the strength of their origin world. Instead of claiming them, devour them for World Essence. The stronger the Sacred Gear the greater the World Essence.]
Indeed, she was right.
It was common sense.
He could not refuse her because his knowledge of Sacred Gears was limited, only knowing a few that were named and famous.
In fact, most of Kaguya's knowledge still came from him. Her collection of World Essence in the initial stages only lets her gather surface-level information.
Perhaps, even stealing the Boosted Gear or Divine Dividing won't be much beneficial unless they could actually double or divide strength limitlessly.
If that were the case Issei and Vali would've been invincible.
Tatsuya wondered what the limitations of these gears were, if he could find some loopholes to exploit these gears then unlike what Kaguya said they would be infinitely useful in the future.
I'll let the main body look into it later.
“How much World Essence will I get if I devour her Sacred Gear?”
[Twilight Healing… 1000 units.]
Tatsuya frowned before sighing.
He hoped for a bit more but oh well… he'd save it for later. Asia still had value with her Scared Gear. She would become a good peerage member of his since he'd be promoted to a High-Class Devil soon.
For now, his gaze slithered down to the nun—helpless, ripe, and all his.
Her soft lips parted slightly, drool pooling at the corner, begging to be violated.
Since his other half was stuck playing nice at the Gremory Mansion, this clone was free to unleash every filthy urge.
He placed her soul back inside her body as the red thread connecting her hadn't been severed yet.
He yanked her habit (ie. habit is the term for the long piece of clothes nuns or monks wear) up, exposing her creamy thighs and the thin strip of white panties clinging to her cunt.
His fingers dug into her flesh, bruising as he spread her legs wide, her limp body flopping like a ragdoll.
Her pussy lips peeked through the damp fabric, already glistening... he hadn’t even touched her yet.
He ripped the panties off, the sound echoing as he plunged two fingers into her tight, wet hole without warning.
She twitched faintly, a soft whimper slipping out, but her eyes stayed shut.
God’s little slut, defenseless.
He pumped his fingers hard, her slick walls clenching around him, juices dripping down his knuckles.
“She’s soaked,” He whispered, pulling out to smear her wetness across her thighs.
He grabbed her jaw, forcing her mouth open, and shoved his dripping fingers past her lips, gagging her unconscious throat.
Her tongue lolled against them, warm and slick, as he fucked her mouth with his hand, drool spilling down her chin.
He straddled her chest, unzipping his pants to free his throbbing cock, thick and veined, leaking precum.
He slapped it against her face, smearing her cheeks with his musk, before jamming it into her slack mouth.
Her throat spasmed as he thrust deep, balls slapping her chin, her gurgled breaths bubbling around his shaft.
Whenever Tatsuya split his consciousness he always found the one side he paid less attention to would be prone to some madness and anger.
Now, Tatsuya wouldn't deny that his mind was always chaotic and full of desire, but he usually hid them under an elegant display, not truly disgracing himself in front of anyone.
But the clone?
“Take it, you holy cunt,” he snarled, gripping her hair to ram her head down harder, skull bouncing off the floor.
He pulled out, strings of spit connecting her lips to his tip, and flipped her onto her stomach like a cheap toy.
Her ass jiggled as he yanked her hips up, spreading her cheeks to expose her puckered hole, tight and untouched.
He spat on it, rubbing the saliva in with his thumb before shoving his cock in raw, tearing into her ass with one brutal thrust.
Her body jolted, a muffled cry trapped in her throat, but she stayed limp, ass clenching around him like a vice.
He pounded her relentlessly, skin slapping skin, her hole stretching wide as blood and precum mixed into a filthy lube.
“God won’t save this ass,” He hissed, reaching around to twist her nipples through her habit, hard enough to bruise.
He flipped her again, spreading her thighs to ram his cock back into her sopping cunt, splitting her open.
Her walls clamped around him, hot and greedy, as he fucked her raw, hips slamming so hard her body slid across the floor.
He yanked her habit down, freeing her tits; soft, perky, with pink nipples begging to be ruined.
He sucked one into his mouth as her unconscious form rocked beneath him, a broken doll as he shoved his fingers back into her ass while drilling her pussy.
He pulled out, jerking his cock fast, and sprayed thick ropes of cum across her face—coating her lashes, lips, and hair.
“Defiled little nun,” He chuckled, smearing his load into her skin with his dick, painting her as his.
He wasn’t done—grabbing her limp hand, he wrapped it around his shaft, using her fingers to jerk himself hard again.
Her feet were next—he pressed them together, fucking the soles, her toes curling as his cum oozed between them.
Every hole, every inch.
He claimed her, a merciless god breaking his own sacred toy.
Tatsuya’s grin twisted wider as he glared down at the nun, her unconscious body splayed out like a sacrificial offering.
Her cunt still glistened from his last assault, thighs trembling faintly, a slick mess pooling beneath her.
He grabbed her hips, flipping her onto her knees, ass up high—perfectly positioned for him to wreck.
With a guttural grunt, he slammed his cock into her pussy, so hard her whole body lurched forward, tits scraping the floor.
Her walls clamped tight around him, sucking him in as he pounded her mercilessly, hips crashing with bone-rattling force.
“Fucking take it,” he snarled, gripping her ass cheeks so hard they turned red, spreading them wide to watch her hole stretch.
He thrust deeper, faster, the wet slap of his balls against her clit echoing like a drumbeat in the empty room.
Her limp form rocked violently, head lolling, drool spilling from her slack mouth onto the stone.
He yanked her back by her glistening blonde hair, arching her spine unnaturally, and rammed even harder, her pussy squelching with every brutal plunge.
Her ass jiggled wildly as he pulled out, only to slam into her tight little asshole, stretching it wide open with no mercy.
She twitched, a faint moan slipping past her lips, but he didn’t care and kept fucking her ass raw, balls-deep, relentless.
He leaned over, spitting into her gaping mouth, then shoved his fingers in, hooking them to stretch her cheeks wide.
“God’s slut loves it dirty,” He laughed drilling her ass while finger-fucking her throat, her body jerking like a puppet.
He pulled out of her ass with a wet pop, grabbed her ankles, and hoisted her legs over his shoulders, folding her in half.
Her cunt gaped, dripping, as he plunged back in, pounding so hard her hips bucked off the ground with every thrust.
He slammed her down, pinning her under his weight, and fucked her pussy into the floor, grinding her clit raw.
Her tits bounced wildly—he grabbed them, squeezing until they swelled red, nipples hard as he twisted them viciously.
He spat on her face, rubbing it in with his cock, then jammed it back into her mouth, choking her with savage thrusts.
Her throat bulged around him, spit and precum bubbling out as he skull-fucked her, slamming her head back with each pump.
He flipped her again, ass up, and mounted her like an animal, driving his cock into her cunt with feral, earth-shaking force.
Her body slid forward—he yanked her back, impaling her deeper, her walls spasming as he smashed her limits.
He grabbed her arms, pulling them behind her like reins, and rode her harder, her shoulders straining as he wrecked her pussy.
“She won't break will she?” He was slamming so deep that her ass clapped against his thighs, the sound obscene and loud.
He switched holes mid-thrust, burying himself in her ass again, pounding with such fury her whole frame shuddered uncontrollably.
Her unconscious moans grew louder, pitiful and wrecked, as he stretched her asshole wide, relentless and unforgiving.
He reached under, rubbing her clit hard and fast, forcing her pussy to gush, juices spraying as he fucked her ass into oblivion.
He pulled out, straddling her face, and shoved his cock down her throat again, balls smacking her chin with bruising force.
Her lips stretched around him, drooling messily as he fucked her face raw, hips pistoning like a machine.
He yanked her up by the neck, bending her backward, and slammed into her cunt standing, bouncing her on his dick like a toy.
Her legs dangled uselessly, body flopping as he drove up into her, smashing her insides with every punishing thrust.
He spun her around, pinning her against the wall, and fucked her ass upright, lifting her off the ground with each savage pump.
Her head lolled back, mouth open, as he pounded her holes in turns—cunt, ass, cunt—destroying her without pause.
He dropped her to the floor, straddling her chest, and fucked her tits, squeezing them tight around his cock, thrusting hard.
“Defiled little bitch,” he spat, unloading thick streams of cum across her face, neck, and chest, painting her in his filth.
He wasn’t done.
“Clean,” He muttered before grabbing her hair and dragging her up, bent her over, and slammed back into her ass, fucking her senseless.
Her body quaked, a ruined mess, as he pounded her harder, deeper, claiming every inch of God’s fallen nun.
Asia was raped throughout the night.
…
Tatsuya woke up with a small yawn on both sides.
His vision fractured once again as the main body started talking with Rias while he caressed Asia's soft hair.
His cock had stayed sheathed in her mouth the entire night as he slept crossed-legged with Asia's head in his lap.
Her throat worked as a cocksleave and Tatsuya had slept soundly with the wet warmth around his cock. The spit she had to swallow made the walls of her throat move as she gulped her spit with his hard cock occupying most of the space.
Having woken up Tatsuya used her as a fucktoy once again, grabbing her hair and using her mouth to his pleasure as the main body made fake promises to Rias.
“Don't I get something from this?” He asked no one in particular but he soon noticed hundreds of golden threads appearing from Asia’s body.
[Fate of Asia Argento completely altered. Her virginity and future relationship with Issei have been destroyed. Stolen one of the future wives of Issei. Reward— 500 World Essence]
“Hmm, I'll get more from Rias and Akeno right?”
[Indeed, the value of all the future harem members of Issei Hyoudou is not the same.]
Tatsuya nodded in satisfaction as Kaguya absorbed all the threads of Chaos.
He gently placed Asia on the floor and healed her with a medicinal pill. Then, he let [Clean] do the rest of the work as he got up.
His eyes turned cold as he headed towards the room of Issei.
He looked down at the sleeping boy and rubbed his chin.
“Should I just rape his mother in front of him again? Or should I torture her? Maybe burning her in front of him? Perhaps impaling her with multiple spikes?” Tatsuya frowned as he contemplated some easy options, “No… this still won't be enough. The mental stimulation won't be more than what he experienced when I raped her. I can't really kill his mother either. She'll play an important role in controlling him in the future.”
Tatsuya paced around the room a bit before sighing.
“Let's just do what I did with Ichinose’s class.” Tatsuya's eyes shone as his consciousness flew outside of the clone’s body and drilled into Issei's.
…
Tatsuya’s consciousness floated high above, drifting through the vast sky as he gazed down at the strange, twisted version of the world below him.
The dream realm copied Kuoh almost perfectly, but not quite—little flaws stood out everywhere.
His eyes caught one house, its lights glowing bright against the dark.
He flew down fast and slipped inside, only to see Issei crawling on the floor like a wounded animal.
In front of him was his mother… being raped by ‘him’ or ‘hims’?
Both clones gangbanged his mother as he screamed wildly. His emotions were bubbling to the point the dream realm was shaking.
And the most mysterious of all was the flashing red glow of the sky, as if all clouds were drenched in blood.
Whenever Issei screamed or his emotions fluctuated greatly the clouds inflated as if about to burst.
But whenever the point of bursting was reached Tatsuya noticed the dim glow in Issei's eyes. As if something had forcefully interfered and stopped the red glow from erupting despite the torrent of emotions.
“Hmph!” Tatsuya snorted coldly, he floated behind Issei and began manipulating the dream.
Issei felt everything become vivid, the pain returned as his eyes became blurry with tears. His mother screamed in pain, her voice screeching in his ears.
And if that wasn't enough, the scene continued to replay, sometimes slowing down on specific moments like his mother cumming or trembling from pain as she was pierced and ravaged in both holes.
Sometimes his face would appear beside the rape, an inch away from the pussy and dick that were merging into one again and again.
Like this Tatsuya tortured him for hours as the clouds began to crack.
There were literal cracks in the cloud.
Thunderclaps boomed in the sky.
As the cracks began to grow Tatsuya grinned and clicked his fingers.
The dream began to change again.
The gangrape began again and Issei screamed.
But this time his own face popped up right next to them, inches away from the pounding mess of dick and pussy smashing together over and over.
She smiled at him softly, as if trying to comfort him even though her body was being rocked back and forth roughly.
Issei saw it.
He saw her quivering lips.
Her trembling pupils.
Her pale face, drenched in liquids he refused to name.
With a shaky, half-shattered arm, she reached out, brushing his cheek gently, a fleeting touch of love amid the brutality.
Issei's heart was being torn apart.
“Mom… Mom… Mom… Mom…” He cried repeatedly, as he tried to hold her hand with his own, failing to do so due to broken limbs.
“P-please leave Issei… don't seek revenge. M-Mom just wants to see you happ—” She didn't get to complete her words as one of the Devils shoved his cock into her mouth.
Her eyes flared with revulsion and dread, the mask of calm shattering in an instant.
The Devil grunted in pleasure as he wrapped both his hands around her neck, as if trying to massage his cock with her throat.
He didn’t notice the veins bulging in his arms, thick with exertion.
Her face flushed red, then drained white, her choked gasps fading as her eyes bulged in panic.
Her eyes turned wide with terror.
“STOP! YOU BASTARD YOU'RE KILLING HER. JUST STOP PLEASE STO—”
Crack!
A sickening sound erupted.
“...Mom?”
Issei crawled forward as the hand caressing his face fell down lifelessly.
“...Mom?”
Issei repeated as he looked at the only parent he had left in life, losing the life in her eyes.
The Devils had long disappeared, as if turned into smoke, evaporating from view.
“Mom, say something… please.” Issei shook her body with his bloody hands.
No response.
For a moment there was silence…
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH MOM! MOM! AAAAAAARGH—!!!”
A heart-wrenching scream bellowed in the dream realm and everything shook.
Tatsuya's eyes shone in glee as the young boy repeatedly bashed his head onto the ground in anger.
The clouds rumbled before breaking apart, unable to hold back the seething rage of Issei Hyoudou.
Issei cradled his mother's dirtied body in his arms as he stared at the sky with blood streaking down his face in the form of tears.
There was one change that occurred.
On his left arm, something appeared.
A red gauntlet with a green jewel and 2 golden spikes.
Tatsuya looked at the storm of golden threads around Issei and eyes widened in surprise, lips twitching with disbelief.
Have the Chaos threads be absorbed by the main body.
Give Tiamat a good show.
After he spoke he saw the threads of Chaos, numbered in probably tens of thousands disappear, flying off in a certain direction.
The dream realm began shattering like a broken mirror. Pieces of broken shards began hailing down and Tatsuya witnessed it all as he stared at the broken brown-haired boy.
“What do you think? Was I too cruel…” Tatsuya turned around, softly smiling at the red shadow that loomed behind him menacingly, “...Red Dragon of Domination?”
Comments
ImmortalSkyDxddy
Explained next chapter, it's connected to another plot point
CrowThingz
Wtf is she dead?? How can she stay unconscious throughout all that?????
