DxD: A World Where T*tties Defy Gravity

"What's up, Rias?" He asked, immediately. "Is anything wrong? Has anything happened in Kuoh? Was it the Fallen Angels who you reported to me about yesterday?"

"No, no, brother. The Fallen Angels have been dealt with." Rias replied. "It was just... something happened while dealing with the Fallen Angels that I thought I should come to you about."

"Oh?" Sirzechs raised a brow. "Well, do tell. Come have a seat."

Rias nervously sat down, and looked at Sirzechs, who looked back with a concerned face. She then proceeded to explain everything that had happened, with Sirzechs, Millicas, Grayfia and Serafall offering exactly zero questions between them.

"I went to the church to see if my Pawn had done well with dealing with the Fallen Angel," Rias continued, inwardly happy that she was coming to the end of her tale. 

"But when I went there, I found that said Fallen Angel had been killed. Not by Isane, but by someone else."

"I see." Sirzechs replied. "And what did this person look like?"

"Well..." Rias replied, furrowing her brow. "He looked... Well, he looked a lot like you."

"Really?" Sirzechs replied, interested. "Anything else? Any distinctive features?"

"Well, he had silver hair." Rias replied. 

At this word, Grayfia's face broke from the emotionless mask of earlier, and she began to look very hopeful. Sirzechs was also hopeful, though he kept it under wraps.

"Silver hair..." He muttered. "What colour were his eyes?"

"Red." Rias replied, simply. Grayfia widened her own eyes, and Serafall began to look interested.

'Could it be...?' She thought.

Millicas, wholeheartedly confused, looked from his father, to his mother, to his aunt, to his godmother, in very quick succession.

"Did this person say anything, Rias?" Grayfia spoke for the first time, leaning forward.

"Yes, he did." Rias replied, clearing her throat, which was starting to become dry. "He said to give you and Grayfia a message. He wanted to tell you... that Rex Gremory says hi."

As fast as anything, Sirzechs quickly leaned forward, and grabbed hold of Rias' shoulders.

"Rex Gremory, Rias? Are you sure that he said the name Rex Gremory?" He asked, sounding urgent, and more hopeful than he'd ever sounded in his life.

"Y-Yes!" Rias replied, trying to pull away from her older brother, but finding herself unable to, such was his strength. "I'm sure! Why?"

Sirzechs, Grayfia and Serafall all shared a three-way look.

"Thank you, Rias." Serafall, the (strangely) one who hadn't spoken at all throughout this entire meeting. "You can go.

"I-" Rias started, but then chose not to speak. She silently left via transportation-circle.

Once she was gone, Millicas spoke up.

"Father, who was Auntie Rias talking about? Who is Rex?"

"Rex Gremory, Millicas..." Sirzechs replied. "Is the first child that I and Grayfia had. He's your big brother."

Millicas' eyes widened at this fact.

"I'm also Rex' godmother~!" Serafall chimed in. "When he was a little kid, Rex used to love me~"

Grayfia, for the first time that anyone had ever seen, was starting to get slightly tearful. She'd loved her son, who was named as the Gremory Heir before Rias was born, and took over the title, more than anyone could ever hope to love him, and when he'd left the family for some unexplained reason, just over two centuries ago, she'd almost shut down entirely, under the impression that Rex must have hated her and Sirzechs, and had left the family, left her, for that very reason.

But if he had asked Rias to say that he 'says hi' to both and Sirzechs, then that must mean that he doesn't hate them... right? RIGHT?!

Well, no matter if he hated his parents and family or not, it didn't change the fact that Grayfia and Sirzechs had been spending every spare moment since the end of the War of 1812 looking for him.

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It was now late at night in Menorca, where Rex Gremory lived. In his and Palutena's personal bedroom in his villa, he was lying on his bed, which he shared with Palutena, and wearing nothing but a pair of red boxers, and watching the movie Darkest Hour.

As he kept watching the movie, the door between Rex' bathroom and the bedroom in which he lay, and his gorgeous wife, Palutena, who stood an inch taller than him, came walking into the bedroom. 

Palutena, in turn, wore nothing but a sexy white bra, and matching thong. Seeing her husband of nearly a century (who turned off the TV), Palutena smiled, walked over to the bed, climbed upon it, and gently wrapped her arms around her husband, giving a soft sigh of contentment.

"How's the nun?" Rex asked. "Any joy?"

"Yes." Palutena replied. "I've managed to bring her back to life, as a full-blooded Angel. She's currently sleeping in Valian's room."

"Ah." Rex replied. "Nice one. That'd be your first 100% successful Creation, would it not?"

"Yes." Palutena replied. "Third time's the charm, eh?"

"Indeed." Rex replied. "Pit, as peppy and chipper as he can be, was still a defect when you created him. Thank your Father for the fact that Michael was able to stop him from dying with those Brave Saints."

"Yeah." Palutena replied. "And when I tried to turn you, you ended up becoming a Nephalem, rather than an Angel."

"Not that that's a bad thing." Rex replied. "I'm much better off, and much more powerful, for the fact that I'm a Hybrid of a Devil and an Angel. Not that I wasn't weak on my own, or anything."

"No, you definitely weren't weak." Palutena replied. "When I met you, you were already Ultimate-Class, in terms of power, and now, it's pretty easy to compare the raw power, both Demonic and Angelic, in your body to the amount of raw energy in mine."

"Indeed." Rex replied, turning his head and pressing his lips against Palutena's. "Power that you certainly appreciate, as my wife."

"Yup~" Palutena replied, yawning. "Anyway. Let's get some sleep, love. We're meeting with Michael, Gabriel, Azazel and Shemhazai, tomorrow. You can tell how your mission went."

"Sure." Rex replied, shifting himself into a more comfortable position, and letting Palutena rest her head on his chest. 

The silver-haired Nephalem closed his eyes, and fell asleep, with his gorgeous wife following suit.