High school dxd: As Sukuna

"And on that note..." He turned to Rias with a sly grin. "You should call your peerage."

Rias blinked in surprise. "My peerage? Why?"

"Because," Alastor continued, "we've got some guinea pigs to play with. I want to test your peerage's abilities in live combat. This could be the perfect opportunity."

Rias looked at him, then glanced at Sona, who also seemed a bit surprised by the suggestion. "Test them? You mean against the Fallen Angels?"

"Exactly," Alastor said. "Think about it. The Fallen Angels are disorganized, and they're not expecting us to come after them this quickly. It'll be a good way to measure your peerage's strength in a real-world scenario, and you'll get valuable combat experience without taking too big a risk."

Akeno tilted her head, her interest piqued. "Hmm, you do have a point. It could be a good way to train and see how we handle ourselves in a serious fight."

Sona, still not entirely convinced, crossed her arms. "This sounds reckless, Alastor. You're gambling with more than just your own safety. If something goes wrong, it won't just be you facing the consequences."

Alastor raised a hand, trying to reassure her. "Look, I get it. But I wouldn't suggest this if I thought it was too dangerous. I've fought Fallen Angels before, and I know what we're up against. This group is weak compared to us, and they're already spread thin. We're going to catch them off guard."

Rias tapped her chin thoughtfully, considering the idea. "If we do this, we'll need a solid plan. We can't just rush in blindly, no matter how disorganized they are. My peerage is strong, but I don't want anyone to get hurt unnecessarily."

"Of course," Alastor agreed. "We'll be careful, and I'll be there to support you. But trust me, this is a good opportunity. Your peerage will get stronger, and we'll show these Fallen Angels that they've overstepped their bounds."

Sona finally let out a long breath. "If you're determined to go through with this, just make sure you're not putting Rias and her peerage at risk for your own personal vendetta."

"It's not a vendetta," Alastor said calmly. "It's about protecting what's ours. They attacked us, and now we need to make sure they understand the consequences. But I promise, no one will be put in unnecessary danger."

Rias looked around at the others, then gave a small nod. "Alright. I'll call my peerage. But we need to be strategic about this. We'll gather information first, see what we're dealing with, and then make our move."

Alastor smiled, clearly pleased that Rias was on board. "That's the spirit. We'll scout out the area first, see how many Fallen Angels are actually involved. Once we have a clear picture, we strike."

Alastor said, even though he already know how many fallen angel their is in the church.

Akeno, always excited by the prospect of a potential SM, stretched her arms above her head. "Sounds like fun. I've been looking forward to a real fight."

"Just don't overdo it," Sona warned, her voice carrying a tone of caution. "Even if this is a low-risk situation, we still need to be mindful of the bigger picture."

Alastor nodded. "Understood. We'll keep it clean and quick. But when we're done, the Fallen Angels will know not to mess with us again."

With that, Rias pulled out her phone and began contacting the members of her peerage, instructing them to meet at the designated location.

As they finalized their preparations, Rias, Akeno, and Sona exchanged glances, each of them mentally preparing for what lay ahead.

This wasn't just another skirmish—it was a test of strength and strategy, a chance for Rias's peerage—especially koneko and kiba—to prove themselves in real combat.

And as for Alastor, it was a personal reminder to the Fallen Angels that they had crossed the wrong devil.

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The sky was already dark, and the street lamps had flickered to life, casting long shadows on the deserted streets. Kiba and Koneko were crouched behind a row of bushes, examining the church from a distance where they had a clear view of the entrance.

There was no movement, no one entering or exiting the church. It appeared abandoned.

Looking at both Koneko and Kiba, Alastor asked. "What are you two doing?"

Kiba and Koneko turned to face Alastor, who had quietly approached them from behind. They were focused, their eyes sharp with concentration, but Alastor could see the hint of confusion in their expressions.

"We're scouting the church, looking for any signs of movement," Kiba explained. His voice was calm, but there was a readiness in his posture, like he was anticipating something to happen at any moment.

Koneko, the quiet one, simply nodded in agreement, her golden eyes flickering back to the church entrance. She was always on guard, always alert, but tonight there was a tension in the air that even she couldn't ignore.

Alastor crossed his arms, looking from Kiba to Koneko and then to the church. "I appreciate the thoroughness, but don't overthink it. This isn't just a mission; it's a message. They're not expecting us to hit them here, and that's why we have the upper hand."

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