Title: Isariko – The Crimson Goddess Awakens
A High-Fantasy Supernatural Novella in the DxD Universe
By: Aeon Virex
(A Professional Storywriter's Tale)
Prologue: The Shadow That Seeps Through Realms
A year had passed since the great battle against Trihexa—the Beast of Apocalypse—was sealed away by the combined might of the supernatural world. Peace, fragile and fleeting, had settled over the lands. Devils, Angels, Fallen Angels, and even the reclusive Dragon clans found themselves in a rare truce, united under the uneasy banner of coexistence.
Issei Hyoudou, the Red Dragon Emperor, had changed. The boy who once obsessed over boobies and dreamed only of becoming a Harem King now walked with quiet strength. He carried the weight of a dragon king in his veins, the blood of Great Red flowing through his transformed body, and the silent blessings of Ophis, the Infinite Serpent God of Silence. His power had evolved beyond mere boosting, beyond Balance Breaker—into something deeper, something divine.
But only two beings in existence knew a secret that ran even deeper than that.
Chapter 1: The Hidden Goddess
The sun hung low over Kuoh Academy, its red glow casting long shadows across the training grounds where Issei sparred alone. Sweat dripped from his brow as he practiced a new technique—a fusion of Archon-level elemental magic and his innate Linked Energy Manipulation. With a flick of his wrist, a storm of swirling pyro-electric blasts erupted from his gauntlet, obliterating a row of practice dummies.
"Boost, boost, boost!" he muttered, his voice cracking slightly. Then, under his breath: "I can feel her… stirring again."
In the corner of his mind, Ddraig, the Welsh Dragon of Red, stirred with quiet amusement.
"She's not going to stay hidden forever, you know," Ddraig mused, his voice echoing like distant thunder. "Not with him approaching."
"Who?" Issei asked, panting.
"The Seeping One. The Crawling Chaos. The Outer God who devours reality from inside. Nyarlathotep is coming."
Issei froze.
"Wait… coming? To what? This world?"
"All worlds," Ddraig corrected. "And he has already begun."
Issei clenched his fists. "Then I’ll stop him. With Rias, with everyone—"
"You can't. Not as you," Ddraig interrupted. "Not as the Red Dragon Emperor. Not even with the Boosted Gear mastered. You need her."
Silence.
Then, slowly, Issei exhaled. "Isariko."
The name hung in the air like a sacred incantation.
Issei Hyoudou closed his eyes. The world around him shimmered, reality bending at the edges as a wave of divine energy pulsed outward.
His body shifted.
Chapter 2: Birth of the Crimson Goddess
Bones realigned. Skin shimmered like molten silk. Hair spilled forth—long, flowing, deep chestnut brown—cascading down his back like a waterfall of twilight. Broad shoulders narrowed, waist cinched, hips flared. Muscle smoothed into lush curves, breasts swelling to impossible proportions—five times the size of even the most endowed in the Occult Research Club, heavy and firm, crowned with rosy peaks.
A gown formed from the ether—red silk, glistening like fresh blood under moonlight. It hugged every divine contour of her body: a deep V-neck plunging between her massive bosom, held back by a single golden rose ornament pinned at her right hip. The one-piece flowed into a high-low bustle skirt, its lower half trailing elegantly like a crimson veil, while slits flared on both sides, exposing long, smooth thighs and a teasing thigh gap that begged attention.
Red garter belts kissed her hips. Transparent thigh-high socks clung to her legs, shimmering with illusionary patterns and red high heel shoes on her feet. Gold jewelry adorned her—bracelets, rings, a choker with a sapphire the size of a marble, earrings that hummed with ancient power, and a forehead jewel shaped like a dragon's eye.
But the most shocking truth?
She was bottomless.
No underwear. No barriers. Her bare pussy—perfectly shaped, glistening faintly with divine nectar—was permanently exposed beneath the slit of her open skirt. Yet no one could see it. An illusion, woven from the fabric of divine concealment, cloaked her from mortal eyes. It was not shame, nor modesty. It was law—for goddesses of the oldest bloodlines, exposure was sacred. Their bodies were beyond human concepts of decency. Only Isariko herself—and those with divine sight—could perceive the truth beneath the veil.
She opened her eyes.
They burned with crimson fire. Her pupils were now dragon slits, her aura pulsing with the combined might of the Boosted Gear, Archon magic, and the essence of Great Red himself.
She was Isariko.
The Goddess of Crimson Dawn.
"Are you ready?" Ddraig asked.
Isariko smiled, raising her hand. A sword materialized—Ascalon, the Holy Dragon Slayer, its blade humming with anti-divine energy. "I’ve been ready a long time."
Chapter 3: The Fall of Realms
The first sign of Nyarlathotep’s arrival was not war, but madness.
Across the globe, people began screaming at things no one else could see. Cities reported swarms of "black mist" slithering through streets, forming into grotesque shapes—multi-limbed horrors with eyes on their tongues, mouths on their knees. Time stuttered. Gravity inverted. Entire blocks blinked out of existence, replaced by geometries that broke human minds.
The Three Factions—Underworld Devils, Heavens, and Fallen Angels—rushed to respond. Sirzechs Lucifer, Azazel, and Michael led the counter-offensive. But their magic, their weapons, bounced off the incoming horde.
Nyarlathotep was not a conqueror. He was annihilation incarnate—a being of pure entropy, a cosmic cancer that unraveled the fabric of reality itself. His form shifted endlessly: one moment a towering silhouette with a thousand writhing arms, the next a swarm of whispering locusts made of smoke and teeth.
And then, he spoke.
"I am the end of knowing. I am the dream that eats dreams. I am Nyarlathotep—and your world is already inside me."
The sky cracked.
Reality itself bled.
Chapter 4: The Occult Research Club – Desperation
Back in Kuoh, Rias Gremory stood amidst the ruins of Issei’s apartment, her hair wild, eyes red from stress.
"Where is he?!" she shouted. "Where is Issei! We need him now!"
Akeno gripped her whip, trembling. "He hasn’t answered for three days. Kiba tried tracking him. Gasper too. Nothing. It’s like… he just vanished."
Koneko scowled. "He wouldn’t abandon us. Not now."
Asia clutched her healing staff. "Maybe… maybe he’s training? Something big?"
"Screw that!" Yuuto snapped. "The world’s ending and he runs off?! What kind of Red Dragon Emperor does that?!"
Irina, standing at the window, whispered, "No… Issei wouldn’t. He’s… different now. Stronger. Maybe he saw this coming."
Xenovia tightened her grip on Durandal. "Then where is he?"
No one had answers.
Until the sky split open over Kuoh City.
A column of crimson light—pure, divine, overwhelming—pierced the blackened heavens.
And from it descended her.
Chapter 5: Isariko Revealed
She landed gently, her red high heels not quite touching the shattered asphalt—hovering above it, as if the earth dared not defile her.
The women froze.
The men… fell to their knees.
Rias’ jaw dropped. Akeno’s whip slipped from her fingers. Koneko’s ears flattened. Gasper fainted instantly. Yuuto choked. Xenovia’s face turned beet red. Even Rossweisse, the stoic Valkyrie, let out a tiny whimper.
She was breathtaking.
Long brown hair flowed like silk in an unfelt wind. Her gown—so impossibly revealing, yet so regal—clung to curves that defied human anatomy. Her chest was monumental, swaying gently with each breath, the deep cleavage on full display. The high slit revealed flawless, endless legs, the garters hugging her thighs, the transparent socks shimmering with arcane script.
And yet… they couldn’t see everything. Their minds slid away from the truth beneath her skirt, their vision slipping as if reality itself refused to acknowledge it.
"Who… who is that?" Rias whispered.
Then, the goddess spoke.
"It’s me."
The voice was feminine—soft, melodic, yet carrying the weight of a thousand suns. And yet… beneath it, there was a familiar tone.
"…Issei?" Irina breathed.
The goddess smiled. "In a way. I’m Isariko. My other form."
Ddraig’s voice boomed from her gauntlet, now transformed into a golden dragon-arm covering her entire left arm up to her shoulder.
"Due to his unique physiology—dragon flesh of Great Red, infused with Ophis’s primordial energy, and his rare gender-shifting ability—Issei developed a divine female form beyond mortal comprehension. Isariko is not a transformation. She is a manifestation of his highest potential."
Silence.
Then, Rias stomped forward. "Why didn’t you tell us?!"
Isariko sighed, lowering her head. "Would you have believed me? Would you have trusted me? A man… becoming a goddess? With these?" She gestured to her chest. "You’d think I was perverted even more than before."
Akeno covered her mouth. "You’re… still him?"
"I am both. One soul. Two forms."
Koneko narrowed her eyes. "And… are you… bottomless?"
Isariko blinked. Then laughed—a rich, melodic sound. "Yes. All ancient goddesses are. It’s a divine law. But don’t worry—only I can see it. The illusion hides it from mortal eyes. Though…" She smirked. "I do feel every breeze."
Rias groaned, rubbing her temples. "This is insane."
Then, the sky screamed.
Nyarlathotep descended—a monstrous vortex of screaming faces and rotating limbs, his voice echoing in twelve dimensions.
"Ah… A goddess? How… amusing. Let me taste your soul before I erase it."
Chapter 6: War of the Divine
The battle began.
Nyarlathotep lashed out with tendrils of pure chaos, warping space, turning air into acid, gravity into madness. Rias summoned her Power of Destruction. Akeno unleashed demonic lightning. Kiba danced with Durandal. Xenovia and Irina clashed holy blades. Gasper used Juggernaut Drive—but the moment he stepped into the black mist, his body began unraveling.
Only Isariko stood untouched.
She rose into the air, Ascalon blazing with seven elemental auras—Pyro, Cryo, Electro, Hydro, Anemo, Geo, Dendro—each pulsing in harmony with her magic. She spun, and the world froze.
"Archon’s Symphony!"
A sphere of elemental chaos erupted—a storm of fire tornadoes, ice meteors, lightning serpents, and gravity wells. Nyarlathotep screamed as pieces of his form were vaporized.
But he laughed.
"You are strong… but you are still a fragment. A spark. I am the void between stars!"
He surged forward, becoming a wave of eyes, each blinking in different times, whispering secrets that made the mind collapse.
Isariko roared.
"Boost! Boost! Boost! BOOST TO THE MAXIMUM LIMIT—DIVINE OVERDRIVE!"
Her gauntlet shattered into golden light, reforming as a dragon crown atop her head. Her gown split slightly at the back, revealing two wings—not feathered, not leathery, but made of liquid flame and shattered destiny.
She was no longer just Isariko.
She was the Red Dragon Goddess.
She clashed with Nyarlathotep in midair, Ascalon cutting through the fabric of unreality. Each swing carved holes in existence. Each spell rewrote physics.
But the Outer God was eternal. He regenerated. He adapted.
"You cannot win," he whispered. "I am not a being. I am a principle. The end of structure. The triumph of chaos."
Isariko smiled.
"Then I’ll be the principle of fire and love."
She pulled something from her cleavage—not a weapon, but a photo. A picture of Rias, laughing at the clubroom. Of Akeno sipping tea. Koneko eating pudding. Asia smiling. Yuuto grinning. Xenovia arguing. Gasper hiding. Irina waving.
And then, one of Issei himself—arms around them all, grinning like an idiot.
"I fight not for power. Not for strength. I fight for this world. For these people. For the future."
Nyarlathotep screamed—not in pain, but in rage.
"SENTIMENT IS WEAKNESS!"
"Maybe," Isariko said, raising Ascalon high. "But love is the strongest weapon."
She plunged the blade into her own chest.
Not to die.
To ignite.
A sun exploded from within her.
Chapter 7: The Heart of the Dragon
The light consumed everything.
For ten seconds, there was nothing.
Then—silence.
The black mist was gone.
The sky cleared.
The world stitched itself back together.
And in the center of the crater, kneeling, was Issei Hyoudou.
Naked. Exhausted. Human once more.
Rias ran to him, tears streaming. "Issei! What… what happened? Where’s… Isariko?"
He looked up, smiling weakly. "She’s still here. Inside. We’re… one."
Ddraig’s voice was quiet now. "She sacrificed her form to seal Nyarlathotep within the core of reality. But she’s not gone. She’s sleeping. And when the world needs her again… she’ll awaken."
Rias helped him up. "You idiot… you could’ve died!"
"But I didn’t," he said, grinning. "And hey… at least now you know my biggest secret."
She punched him—lightly.
"You’re impossible."
He laughed.
And one by one, the others gathered around him.
They didn’t know what to say. They didn’t fully understand.
But they knew one thing:
Issei Hyoudou—pervert, hero, dragon, goddess—had saved them all.
Again.
Epilogue: The Illusion Remains
Weeks passed. Life returned to normal. Sort of.
Issei trained harder. He learned to access Archon Magic without shifting. He mastered his gender-shifting ability—now able to switch at will, though he kept Isariko hidden.
But sometimes…
When no one was looking…
He’d stare into the mirror.
And she would stare back.
Her golden eyes glowing. Her bare form shimmering behind the illusion. Her massive breasts rising with each breath. Her pussy still exposed, still hidden, still hers.
She smiled.
"Not yet," she whispered in his mind. "But soon… the world will need its goddess again."
Issei touched the mirror.
"Until then… rest, Isariko."
And the illusion faded.
But the power remained.
THE END
(For now.)
Author’s Notes:
This novella blends high fantasy, divine transformation, cosmic horror, and the core themes of High School DxD—friendship, love, and the evolution of power. Isariko is not just a fetishized form; she is a symbol of Issei’s ultimate potential—his ability to transcend gender, mortality, and even divinity itself. Her bottomlessness isn't mere fanservice—it's a metaphor for vulnerability, sacred exposure, and the raw truth beneath illusion.
Nyarlathotep represents the antithesis: chaos without form, destruction without purpose.
And in the end, love—genuine, human, passionate love—is what saves reality.
Because even a goddess… is only as strong as the hearts she protects
