DxD: A World Where T*tties Defy Gravity [ Chapter 31: You Sealed It?! ] (Patreon)

"Ten." Rex replied, quietly. "Same as Mom."

"Wow~" Millicas spoke, in awe. "And what is a Nephalem? Because I don't understand what that means."

"It means a Hybrid between a Devil and an Angel, Millicas." Palutena replied. "Your brother has control over both Angelic and Demonic powers."

"Oh." Millicas replied, bowing his head to Palutena.

'So cute...' Palutena thought, before turning her head to look at Rex. Her silver-haired husband wasn't looking as calm and as laid-back as he usually was. Instead, he was looking down at his knees, while eating his meal, and not talking unless talked to.

Palutena easily understood what was going on. She knew that the idea of constant formality (thanks in part to the informal way in which Rex lived his life) made her husband very uncomfortable. She reached out, under the table, and gently squeezed her husband's hand, in a comforting way.

"So, Rex." Zeoticus spoke up from his food, and Rex looked up. "I've also heard from Sirzechs that while... absent from your Clan, you've been training yourself. Is this true?"

"Yeah." Rex replied, looking up from his own food, which he'd only taken a couple of bites out of. "I trained, I met Palutena, married her after a while, and I got turned into a Nephalem sometime along the way. That's it, really."

"I see." Zeoticus replied. "So, Rex, tell me. I'm curious." He gave a grandfatherly smile that could have passed for Bill Clinton, there was so much bullshit on, and in, it. "While training, did you train yourself in your glorious Power of Destruction, the power gifted to you by Sirzechs, who was in turn gifted it by my glorious wife?"

Right as Zeoticus said those words, a cold, angry, almost murderous, aura came over the room. And anyone who was good at scanning aura would be able to tell that it was coming from Rex, who was sitting up and glaring at Zeoticus.

"No. I didn't." Rex replied, his normally calm voice one of cold-hard steel. "I didn't, I never have, and I never will."

"Eh?" Zeoticus looked at Rex. "Really?"

"Yeah, really." Rex replied. "In fact, no offence to you, Dad, but I've actually SEALED my ability to use the Power of Destruction."

There was a deathly silence across the table at this revelation. Rias was the first to recover.

"Why would you do such a thing, Rex?" Rias asked, still sounding shocked. "It's the strongest Clan Power there is!"

"That's actually not true, Rias." Sirzechs replied. "The power of the Lucifer and Lucifuge Clans, the Primordial Power of Darkness, actually comes out as stronger than the Power of Destruction. And three users of such a power are standing in this very room."

Millicas went slightly pink, as he knew that his father was referring partly to him with what he said. He also knew that one of the other ones was Grayfia, as she taught him how to manipulate the power that she had inherited from her father, and he was 100% sure that he knew of the third wielder.

"Well, Rias." Rex replied to Rias' question. 

"I decided to seal my use of the Power Of Destruction, because those two," He pointed at Zeoticus and Venelana. 

"Especially Zeoticus, who sucks on the metaphorical dick on the Power of Destruction like it's Venelana's strap-on or something, kept hyping and hyping and hyping up how I would be the greatest Devil of all time, thanks to the fact that I inherited my huge reserves of demonic power from my father, and the Power of Destruction from my father. After a while, it got annoying. REALLY annoying. So, when I left to train, I sealed my ability to use the Power of Destruction, just so I could prove that I can become a strong being without having to use the power that made Dad as famous as he is."

Rex took a breath.

"So. Do you understand, Rias?"

Rias was silent, and nodded. Zeoticus, however, was not.

"How dare you do such a thing, Rex?!" He shouted, slamming his hands on the table. 

"To seal such a great Power, and refuse to use it, for such a small reason... you're a living, breathing insult to your parents, and to your entire Clan! Refusing to use the Power of Destruction would cap your power immensely, which is something I do NOT want for a member of MY Clan!"

Now killing intent wasn't just seeping from Rex. It was seeping from Sirzechs, and even from Grayfia, from where she was standing, by the door. Both of Rex' parents, the most powerful Pure-Blooded Devils in the room, were very angry.

Millicas, giving a small squeak of fear, silently teleported out of the room. No-one noticed him leave except Palutena.

"I wouldn't insult my oldest son if I were you, Father." Sirzechs growled. "Certainly not in front of me or in front of his mother. Or even in front of Millicas, who thinks the world of his older brother, despite having only met him for a moment."

"And besides, Lord Zeoticus." Grayfia hissed. "As my son said earlier, he inherited the Primordial Power of Darkness, MY power, from me. And I must say, I can sense it from here, Rex. Your reserves of that power are nearly as great as my own."

"Thanks, Mom." Rex replied. Despite Venelana's best attempts to calm her husband, Zeoticus stood up.

"I've had enough!" He declared his own demonic power, in the higher bounds of an Ultimate-Class Devil, seeping from him, as he stepped over to Rex and reached for him. "Rex, step over here, now! We're going to Ajuka's lab, and we'll- AAAGHH!"

Zeoticus' rant was interupted by Rex, faster than anyone had seen, standing up, pulling his hair band out of his hair, willing it to turn into a rubber band, and shooting it with pinpoint precision, right into Zeoticus' face, directly in between his eyes.