Hell of a Show Ch. 53 (DxD AU/Multi) (Patreon)

(Every character depicted in the story below is a consenting legal adult over the age of 18)

A/N: I wonder who will show up this chapter…

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When all is said and done, Amadeus is kind of ready for some alone time with Grayfia if he’s being honest. Sure, he has seven bright young women in his peerage now, as well as an intimate relationship with Rumi, Zoey, and Mira to consider. And he definitely intends to do right by all of them, whether they be Huntrix or K/DA.

However… it’s a lot of mental bandwidth isn’t it? So much has happened so quickly. And while it’s good that Huntrix Tower has been fixed up and the girls’ penthouse has been repaired in no time at all, Amadeus really just wants to take a moment to himself… which of course involves having Grayfia as well because she’s Grayfia.

Luckily, they have the Valefor Safehouse to retreat to whenever they need it. Barely anyone knows about that after all, let alone where it is, so it remains a refuge for just the two of them where they can-

“Welcome, Master. This lowly servant greets you.”

Amadeus stares… and then stares some more. Even as Grayfia stomps past him, incensed beyond belief, he continues to stare.

“What the Hell do you think you’re doing?!”

Lucrezah Lucifer is somehow waiting in the Valefor Safehouse. She’s once again prostrating herself before them, but this time she’s wearing a maid uniform that’s identical to the one Grayfia has on, down to the finest detail. If Amadeus didn’t know any better he’d think Lucrezah had stolen Grayfia’s clothes.

However, Lucrezah is taller than Grayfia by several inches and yet… the maid uniform fits her perfectly. Meaning that she’d had one made to those exact specifications in the short time between when they’d seen her last and now.

With her forehead still pressed to the floor, Lucrezah doesn’t dare raise her head even as she answers Grayfia’s question.

“Greetings, Mistress. I am simply greeting you both in the proper way now that you’ve come home.”

Grayfia’s mouth opens and closes wordlessly, her eyes wide with outrage. It’s obvious that she’s so angry she doesn’t even know what to say. Amadeus though, has a very important question as he steps up and places a hand on Grayfia’s arm.

“Lift your head, Lucrezah. How did you find this place?”

At his command, Lucrezah lifts her head and looks up at them as she repositions herself on her knees with her hands in her lap. He would be lying if he said she didn’t pull off the maid uniform… though obviously, in solidarity with Grayfia, he does not let his gaze wander. Not even a little bit.

Plus, eyeing the Satan Lucifer dressed as a maid comes completely second to figuring out how the fuck she found them in the first place. Nobody should have been able to find this safehouse! It had stayed hidden for five hundred years!

“Ah… well, thinking about it some more, I realized how foolish I’d been these past five centuries. For the longest time, I had assumed that it was Grayfia herself who teleported you away from the battlefield. But that wasn’t it at all, was it? Rather, it was a part of the Valefor Defenses, those same defenses that saved you from my Power of Destruction, that whisked you away to safety.”

Nodding to herself, Lucrezah continues her explanation.

“From there, it simply became a matter of logistics. Valefor Security was certainly powerful, but it had its limitations, obviously. And so you must have been brought to a place nearby. All this time, I searched far and wide for Grayfia, but in reality… she was in the one place I didn’t bother looking… right underneath the destroyed Valefor Lands. Once I realized how stupid I’d been, I did a proper sweep of these lands. And then I did another… and another… and another. Until finally, I uncovered this place.”

… She’d brute forced her way through the security. Ugh. Powerhouses like Lucrezah were the worst.

“Apologies for the intrusion, but I need to make amends. Please allow me to make amends.”

Lucrezah bows her head again as she begs with all her heart. Amadeus can hear the sheer need in her voice and he doesn’t think she’s lying or trying to deceive them. But at the same time…

“You already saved us from everyone who attacked us the other night. And then you even went a step further and took out the ones who sent them after us as well. Isn’t any debt between us already repaid?”

Lucrezah’s head snaps up at the same time as Grayfia snaps her gaze to him. Both women look wide eyed and incensed as they each talk at the same time.

“What?! No, that doesn’t even begin to make up for what I did!”

“Master, do not let this monstrous bitch off so easily after what she did to you!”

Amadeus watches on as Lucrezah and Grayfia then turn to look at one another, realizing that they’re in agreement on this. Lucrezah makes no effort to try to deny the ‘monstrous bitch’ claim while Grayfia looks like she’s bitten into something sour, her hatred of the Satan Lucifer at odds with Lucrezah’s complete and utter support of said hatred.

In the end, Lucrezah looks back at Amadeus, sincerity dripping off of her every word.

“I took five hundred years from you, Amadeus. And from Grayfia as well. A single night does not absolve me of my sins. I have a lot to make up for… if you’ll let me.”

Amadeus works his jaw for a moment, trying to reconcile all of this. Grayfia’s silence is telling… she clearly agrees with Lucrezah but doesn’t want to actually voice said agreement. At the same time…

“Why me? Why do I matter so much more than any of the other devils you’ve hurt or killed on the battlefield or in the name of duty? You would have killed Grayfia herself that day if I hadn’t stepped in. So what makes me so special?”

Lucrezah freezes at his question, her eyes wide as she stares up at him. Has he broken her? She doesn’t seem to know how to answer him. To be fair, it seems like such a strange situation to begin with. Sure, Amadeus is a Pillar Lord, the Head of an otherwise extinct Clan… but lots of Clans went extinct in both the Great War and the Civil War that followed. At least a few had to have gone extinct at Lucrezah’s hand in particular.

So then why? Why was he the odd one out? Why was he her fixation?

“I… I…”

Lucrezah doesn’t seem to have an answer. From the look of things, she hasn’t ever been asked this before. The Satan Lucifer, a literal Super-Devil, has been carrying this obsession of hers for five hundred years… and never once been confronted over it.

Another failing to lay at Serafall’s feet, Amadeus supposes. Though he should probably be blaming the other two Satans as well at this point.

“You do still have a lot to make up for. Serving Master Amadeus might be a start.”

Wait, what? Its Amadeus’ turn to throw a sharp look in Grayfia’s direction as she suddenly speaks up, cutting through the awkward silence and forcing Lucrezah’s attention onto her. Staring down at her imperiously, Grayfia sneers.

“You do not deserve to wear that uniform. However, it is fitting for someone like you to subordinate yourself to Lord Amadeus.”

Lucrezah swallows and lowers her eyes again.

“I could take it off… if you prefer. If I must go entirely nude to show my sincerity, so be it.”

It's then that Amadeus truly understands the depths of Lucrezah’s particular psychosis. Because even as she proposes stripping naked before him, she does not do so with even a hint of lurid suggestion in her voice. She does not act as though she’s trying to seduce him or Grayfia, she does not present it like she wants to enter their bed.

No… she’s offering because she’s more than ready and willing to be humiliated and embarrassed in any way they see fit so she can make up for her ‘crimes’ against him and Grayfia.

“No. That will not be necessary.”

Amadeus can’t even be mad at Grayfia for ‘overstepping’ at this point. In fact, it seems like it would be better for her to… well, take over from here. He recognizes that he’s simply not equipped to handle Lucrezah right now. He can’t give her what she wants from him… but perhaps Grayfia can.

“You are simply in debt for as long as it takes you to earn that uniform. A debt you will begin to repay by cleaning every last inch of this safehouse. Get up and get to work.”

Lucrezah slowly rises to her feet, biting her lower lip.

“Yes Mistress. Um-”

Grayfia cuts her off with a raised hand.

“You will address me as Head Maid, not Mistress. And do not say ‘um’. It is uncouth and unbecoming of even the lowliest of our Master’s maids. Which, to be clear, you now are.”

Lucrezah bows her head.

“Apologies, Head Maid. It’s just that… I’ve already cleaned every last inch of the safehouse.”

Wait, what? Amadeus looks around, having admittedly been laser focused on Lucrezah since they entered the room. But now that she mentions it… the place is absurdly spotless. Not a single speck of dust anywhere to be seen. Looking to Grayfia, he can see she’s struggling to hide how dumbfounded she is by this… it seems her own attention had been on Lucrezah as well and she’s just now noticing.

Of course, that doesn’t stop Grayfia from being petty.

“I see several spots you missed in this room alone. I won’t even bother checking the others. Start over and try again.”

Lucrezah’s mouth opens at that… before closing as she nods her head.

“Yes, Head Maid.”

“You will refrain from entering the Master Bedroom under any circumstances. Is that understood?”

Lucrezah nods again, this time wordlessly. Grayfia just grunts… and then looks to Amadeus meaningfully. Right, she wants him to lead the way so she can follow, as a maid should.

There’s a lot Amadeus wants to say right now… but most of it feels unproductive. And so in the end, he wordlessly leads Grayfia to the safehouse’s bedroom. She closes the door behind them and Amadeus turns to regard her with a frown.

“Grayfia, I-mmph!”

But before he can speak, Grayfia is already on him in a rare display of forcefulness, wrapping her arms around his neck and slamming her lips into his lips. As she kisses him, Amadeus grabs her by the hips and kisses her back of course, more than happy to do so at this point in time.

It’s been a wild few days, that’s for sure, and they have a Satan outside the room cleaning their safehouse. Of course, the problem with that is that particular Satan is the exact individual they had believed they needed this safehouse from. So it was a little hard for Amadeus to focus on Grayfia as much as he loved the taste of her lips and mouth on his own.

Eventually, he pulls back and looks Grayfia in the eye.

“Grayfia… we can’t keep her for good. She’s kind of a foundational pillar of the current Underworld’s government structure. She needs to go and be a Satan again at some point.”

Grayfia hums, eyes lidded as she looks at him with nothing less than total amorous intent.

“Mm. Yes Master. We’ll send her back soon… I’ll give her a schedule so she can train to be your maid while at the same time taking care of her duties as a Satan.”

Would that even work? Surely it wouldn’t, right? But before Amadeus can question it, Grayfia has him on the bed on his back and is on top of him. There’s a hungry look in her eye that he should probably stop ignoring.

“Now… please Amadeus… remind me that I am your woman. Yours, first and foremost.”

Ah… Grayfia was feeling insecure. He hadn’t thought she possibly could, but Amadeus supposed it wasn’t unreasonable after everything that had happened. She probably didn’t like the fact that Lucrezah had offered to strip naked for him the most.

And… ultimately, the whole Master-Maid thing was Grayfia’s particular psychosis, not his. If, in this moment, she was willing to forego it…

“Strip out of that uniform. Completely and utterly. Be just my woman tonight, rather than my maid.”

Grayfia flushes… but nods, showing just how badly she needs this reassurance. She quickly gets up and begins taking off her uniform, while Amadeus uses the chance to get undressed as well. When they finally come together again, it’s to feel Grayfia’s soft, naked flesh against him as she moans, rubbing against his growing erection.

Amadeus is going to claim his woman tonight… the question is just whether he wants to keep things quiet or not, given the ‘cleaning lady’ right outside…

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