The Limitless Curse (Rewrite taking over the original story)

The day of the faction meeting was approaching quickly, but the atmosphere in Kuoh Academy had already begun to change. The tension among the key players was palpable, and whispers of larger plans loomed over the calm before the storm.

Y/N stood on the roof of the old school building, gazing out over the town. His sharp eyes scanned the horizon, catching subtle shifts in energy that most wouldn't notice. Something was off. A sense of unease clung to him, heavier than the usual weight he carried.

Grayfia's voice rang out behind him, breaking his thoughts.

Grayfia: "Y/N, you're being summoned by Rias. She needs everyone present for a pre-meeting briefing."

Her silver hair flowed elegantly over her shoulders, and her crimson eyes carried the weight of discipline and resolve. As Sirzechs Lucifer's queen, she exuded an aura of authority that few dared to question.

(I'm going off light novel she has red eyes in there)

Y/N nodded and followed her down into the building. The rest of Rias's peerage had gathered in the main hall. Issei was, as usual, trying to appear composed, but the nerves were evident in his fidgeting. Kiba leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, quiet but alert. Akeno's usual playful demeanor was subdued, though her sharp eyes scanned the room like a hawk. Even Gasper peeked out nervously from behind a curtain, his anxiety about the meeting evident.

Rias: "Thank you all for coming. This meeting isn't just about politics—it's about survival. The three factions have been at odds for too long, and if we don't secure peace now, the future could be catastrophic."

Rias's voice was firm, but there was a tremor of concern underneath. Y/N watched her closely, noting the determination in her crimson eyes.

Y/N: "And what are the chances this peace treaty will hold?"

Rias hesitated for a moment, then replied.

Rias: "That's why we're here—to ensure it does. But I won't lie. There's a lot that could go wrong."

The conversation was interrupted by the sudden arrival of Sona Sitri and her peerage. The Sitri heiress carried herself with her usual composed air, her glasses glinting under the light.

Sona: "Rias, if you're done briefing your group, we need to discuss security measures. My team will handle external threats, but I trust you'll manage internal ones?"

Rias nodded, and the two heiresses moved off to strategize, leaving their peerages to exchange glances.

Meanwhile, Y/N stepped outside, drawn by an odd sensation. As he walked through the academy grounds, he noticed faint traces of residual energy—an unusual mix of devil, fallen angel, and something... darker. He crouched down, pressing his fingers to the ground, and narrowed his eyes.

Y/N: "This isn't normal. Someone's been here."

Before he could investigate further, a sharp voice called out behind him.

Azazel: "Sharp as ever, kid. You felt it too, huh?"

With his laid-back demeanor and sharp golden eyes, Azazel radiated an aura of confidence. His short spiky hair and black coat added to his roguish charm, though his intellect often outshone his appearance.

Y/N straightened, meeting Azazel's gaze.

Y/N: "Someone's watching us. And whoever it is, they're not from the factions involved in this treaty."

Azazel smirked, his casual tone belying the gravity of his words.

Azazel: "Good instincts. There have been whispers of a new player in the game—someone who doesn't care about the balance between heaven, hell, and earth. Keep your guard up, kid. Things are about to get messy."

Y/N's eyes darkened, the weight of his own battles surfacing in his expression.

Y/N: "Let them come. I've dealt with worse."

Scene Change: A Hidden Location

In a dimly lit chamber far from Kuoh, a group of individuals gathered around a glowing orb. Among them stood Katerea Leviathan, her regal yet venomous aura dominating the room.

Katerea: "The time is near. The three factions' meeting is the perfect opportunity to strike. The new devil rulers grow complacent, forgetting the true power of their ancestors."

Beside her, Vali Lucifer leaned against a pillar, his usual smirk plastered across his face.

Vali: "This had better be worth my time. If the Red Dragon Emperor is as weak as he seems, I'll be sorely disappointed."

Another voice cut through the room, cold and calculating.

Kenjaku: "Patience, Vali. Our allies will ensure this meeting becomes a battlefield. Your thirst for combat will be satisfied soon enough."

His calm, sinister presence was amplified by the intricate designs of his attire. He carried himself with an air of superiority, every word laced with hidden intentions.

The group exchanged dark smiles as they finalized their plans, unaware that their actions would soon ignite chaos.