DxD: A World Where T*tties Defy Gravity [ Chapter 86: Skeleton! ] (Patreon)

"Oh, you won't be saying that soon." Zephrydor Glasya-Labolas replied, as he stepped forward and reached out, very prepared to touch the girl, who was cringing away from him.

He would have done it, too, as no Devil in the immediate vicinity was anxious to help the girl, but suddenly, Zephrydor's hand, as well as his whole arm, was suddenly encased in a block of ice.

"...The fuck?!" He shouted, looking at his frozen arm. "What the he- AGH!"

Zephrydor gave a shriek of pain as, somehow, spikes protruded from the underside of the ice encasing his arm, and pricked him extremely painfully.

"She did tell you to get away from her, you know." Rex replied, placing his arm down and stepping forward. 

The other young Devils parted like the Red Sea for him, as they had all, to some extent, heard about the son of the Great Satan Lucifer, and his power level, which stood in the same leagues as some of the strongest Satan-Class Devils.

Valian silently followed her King, ignoring the stares of some of the other male Devils, as some other people turned around to see what was going on.

"What's it to you, shithead?" Zephrydor turned on Rex, gritting his teeth through the pain of his arm getting spiked, multiple times. "Why would you even help this little Hybrid bitch? She should be lucky that- AAAGH!"

Almost all of the Young Devils winced, horribly, as they saw the ends of the ice-spikes, that were previously in Zephrydor's arm, travelling out of the other side, with his blood on them.

"And you should be lucky that I'm not killing you on the spot." Rex retorted. "Rapists deserve death. End of story."

"It's not rape if you like it!" Zephrydor shrieked in return. Ignoring this, Rex stepped forward the ice on Zephrydor's arm dissipating and grabbed the green-haired Devil by the neck, and lifted him up, fully intent on throwing him out of the nearest window, before he heard a-

"Hey."

Rex turned around, and saw someone else stepping through the crowd. This person, appearing to be a couple of years older than the silver-eyed girl, was a fair-skinned young woman with purple eyes and bright golden hair. 

Her hair was worn loose and faded to pale-gold at the tips, with a cowlick sticking out of the top. She wore a tan jacket with orange lining and gold edging, unzipped halfway to show an orange crop top. 

The coat had darker brown short sleeves, a thick collar that completely encircled her neck, and two long gold-trimmed rectangular tails. She also wore fitted black pants.

Around her hips and over the tails of her coat was a brown belt, which had two pieces of dark brown material, trimmed gold, attached to it. 

The first covered from her left hip to the back of the belt and was folded over the belt, and the second was attached from her right hip and almost around to the other piece of material. 

She wore knee-high brown boots with gold caps on the heel and toe, with the heel cap attaching to a gold strap across the front of her ankle, and a gold zipper on the upper half of the front of the boots. 

A single small buckled strap was on the upper outside of her boots, and a purple bandana was tied around her left knee. A pair of black fingerless gloves with long brown cuffs reaching to mid forearm completed the outfit.

"Yeah?" Rex replied, casually tightening his grip on Zephrydor's throat.

"Though I appreciate what you're doing, can I be the one to punish that delinquent fuck?" The blonde-haired girl asked. "Someone picking on Ruby is one of the two things that just piss me off to the point that I get... punch-y."

"Hm?" While his hand was on Zephrydor's throat, Rex looked from the now-named Ruby, to the golden-haired girl. After this, he raised an eyebrow.

"Sisters?"

"No." The girl replied. "Cousins."

"Ah. Got it." Rex replied, dropping Zephrydor to the ground and walking away. "He's all yours."

While Rex' back was turned, Zephrydor, regaining breath, jumped up and ran at Rex, fully intent on attempting to make him know his place. 

However, before he could get anywhere near the former Gremory Heir, Rex waved his hand, and Zephrydor's whole body, apart from his head, was encased in ice.

"There." Rex remarked, turning around and grinning at the golden-haired girl. "You can thank me for the help later."

The golden-haired girl grinned, as Rex walked away, and, as her purple eyes changed in colour to a smouldering crimson, she spread four Dragon wings, and jumped towards Zephrydor. 

Just one punch to his face from her was enough to both shatter the ice around Zephrydor, and send him flying into the wall twenty feet behind him, knocked out cold.

A murderous grin on her face, the golden-haired girl stalked towards Zephrydor, cracking her knuckles, and fully intent on literally beating him while he was down. And she would've achieved that aim, too, as no Devil was at all inclined to stop her, until someone put a hand on her shoulder.

"Now, Yang." The voice of another woman, a voice that Rex recognised all too well, spoke, softly but firmly. "That's enough."

Rex turned around, and saw a woman who he hadn't spoken to in rather a long time, or even seen, in rather a long time.

She wore a shallow cut black dress, five necklaces with an assortment of beads, a red girdle-belt, and a pair of matching gauntlets. She wore fingerless gloves. 

An object that looked to be made from feathers hangs from the right side of her skirt. She also wore detached black leggings with a red splatter pattern, and black leather boots beneath them.

Her face looked very similar to Yang's, sharing the same youthful appearance, facial shape, and even the fringe of her hairstyle; though her hair was black with red highlights, her eyebrows were a little bit higher, her complexion significantly lighter, and there were slight age lines under her eyes. 

Her eyes were the same shade of red that Yang's eyes had just shifted to, or whenever she activated her Semblance. Strapped to her side was a scabbard, with a sword inside it.

Beside her was... a skeleton.