Sona inhaled slowly, absorbing this troubling news. She narrowed her eyes, feeling a sharp, cold anger settle in her chest. "The goblins dared to openly attack our race, fully aware of the consequences? Do they truly believe they can escape retribution?"
"Apparently so. Like I said, they'll definitely do what the humans do whenever they're caught doing something naughty like this between nations. The CIA is famous for stuff like this. They'll say those goblins went rogue and try to disavow all their actions." Serafall replied grimly. Her blue eyes hardened with clear displeasure, lips twisting into a rare expression of genuine anger. "But they made a foolish mistake! We are NOT humans! By attacking our race, they've insulted us directly and they've challenged MY OWN AUTHORITY as a Maou by attacking right after I let them return to the underworld. We cannot allow this insult to pass unanswered!"
"I understand," Sona said calmly, meeting her sister's determined gaze with equal resolve. "I'm ready to do what must be done."
Serafall stared deeply into her eyes for a moment, and then-without warning-reached out and firmly grasped Sona's backside. The sudden contact startled Sona slightly, making her breath catch audibly in her throat. But before she could protest, Serafall's other hand rose, gripping the back of her sister's neck and pulling her swiftly forward into an intense, passionate kiss.
Sona's eyes widened briefly in surprise before slowly closing, allowing herself to fully savor the warm, insistent pressure of Serafall's lips against hers. Their tongues met heatedly, twining together as Sona returned the kiss eagerly. A quiet, muffled moan escaped her throat despite herself, muffled against her sister's mouth. She instinctively pressed her own body firmly against Serafall's armored curves, savoring their closeness in the tense moment.
When Serafall finally broke their kiss, her expression remained stern, yet she gently brushed the tip of her thumb along Sona's lower lip, eyes briefly softening. "Are you truly ready, Sona? I promise you this interrogation-and the message we'll deliver afterward-won't be pretty. It won't be merciful or gentle. We're going to remind them exactly why devils-pureblood devils like us-are feared and respected across all realms."
Sona felt her pulse quicken slightly at the intensity and certainty in her older sister's words. Yet she held Serafall's gaze firmly, nodding without hesitation. "I'm fully prepared, Serafall. This needs to happen. For our family, for our honor-and especially for Harry."
At the mention of Harry's name, Serafall gave a loving nod, releasing her sister and turning smoothly toward the looming steps of Gringotts Bank. Sona immediately moved beside her, matching her sister's pace and determination step-for-step.
Sona's mind lingered briefly upon Harry-her precious nephew and future lover. She adored Harry more intensely than she'd ever thought possible. He was incredible, talented and kind, clever and courageous. Yet despite his many remarkable qualities, Harry was only half-devil by birth. He still lacked certain crucial instincts innate to those of pure devil blood. Instincts about power, domination, and retribution-the instincts that allowed pureblood devils to swiftly and mercilessly punish any challenge against them.
In time, as Harry aged into his immortality, these instincts would no doubt develop more fully. But right now, this kind of brutal, calculated retribution was something only she and Serafall could deliver properly. Her sister could technically do this alone, but Sona had asked to come along for this...
The two sisters marched steadily up toward Gringotts' grand entrance.
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A couple hours later...
Random passerby: Hey, how come Gringotts bank changed its name? It's called the Sitri Bank now...?
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chapter 29
This chapter has an R-19 scene.
Chapter 29 (~12K words):
— Sona —
Sona stood in silence, her breath misting gently in the chill air of the subterranean cavern. The enormous chamber was eerily quiet now, save for the occasional sound of dripping water and the subtle shifting of rubble. Her gaze traveled slowly around the darkened space, taking in the sheer devastation she and Serafall had wrought in mere minutes. Thousands of goblin bodies lay strewn across the rough stone floor, sprawled out in grotesque positions, their lifeless eyes frozen in wide-eyed terror.
At the very heart of it all stood the shattered remains of Ragnuk the Tenth, former Goblin King. His golden armor had lost all its luster, now cracked and twisted grotesquely around his rigid, ice-encased corpse. Even in death, his sneering face held the arrogant look of entitlement that had doomed him and half of his kin.
...A bit earlier...
Sona and Serafall marched confidently up the broad marble steps of Gringotts Bank in Diagon Alley. Sona walked beside her elder sister, quietly observing their surroundings as they approached the entrance.
She could feel the eyes of nearby witches and wizards watching them curiously. Sona adjusted the neat folds of her dark-blue robes that carried the Sitri family crest embroidered prominently across her left breast.
Next to her, Serafall was wearing her formal armor. It was rare to see her older sister dressed in armor rather than her usual magical girl costumes. The change emphasized to Sona exactly how serious this situation had become.
She felt a clear sense of purpose and resolve, understanding fully the severity of what they were about to do. As a Sitri, Sona had grown up with her mother Selene's guidance-a woman who ruled her family's businesses ruthlessly, controlling a vast network of assets across the Underworld. She had also learned much from Serafall herself, who, as the Maou Leviathan, managed the foreign relations of their entire race. The expectations placed upon Sona were always high, but this was something she had to do-both as a daughter of the Sitri family and as Harry's future fiancee.
Even though Sona's engagement to Harry had yet to be publicly announced like his engagement to Rias had, her grandmother Selene and her sister Serafall had both encouraged her to begin taking responsibility as Harry's intended partner. Sona appreciated their confidence in her, and she was determined not to let them down.
As they neared the entrance doors, Sona and Serafall were confronted by a small group of goblin guards standing watch outside the bank's massive bronze doors. The goblins wore polished silver armor engraved with protective enchantments and held long spears tipped with sharpened steel points. Their small, dark eyes narrowed suspiciously at the two devils as they approached.
"Halt!" barked the largest goblin at the entrance, stepping aggressively forward to block their way. His harsh voice echoed slightly off the marble pillars framing the doors. "State your business immediately. Gringotts Bank is in operation, and we have no scheduled visitors from your kind."
Without slowing down or bothering to answer, Serafall raised her boot and forcefully kicked the heavy doors inward. The thick bronze doors crashed loudly against the inner walls of the entrance hall, causing a deafening clang that echoed sharply across the bank's interior. Several witches and wizards who had been peacefully conducting their business inside jumped in surprise, their eyes widening in alarm at the sudden commotion.
"You-stop immediately!" the goblin guard demanded angrily, leveling his spear toward Serafall's armored chest. Two other guards quickly flanked him, raising their weapons aggressively as they began to shout angry commands.
Sona lifted the fake wand she always carried as part of her Hogwarts disguise and pointed it calmly at the guards. She allowed her demonic magic to flow freely from her fingertips, immediately enveloping the goblins in clear blue ice. The guards froze in place, their bodies becoming instantly rigid as the ice rapidly covered them completely, trapping them in position with spears still held aloft.
Ignoring the stunned reactions of the bank patrons and tellers around them, Serafall strode confidently forward into the lobby. Her clear, commanding voice easily reached every corner of the large room as she made her announcement.
"Attention, everyone," Serafall declared loudly, her tone authoritative and calm. "The bank is now officially closed for renovations. You are all required to leave at once. There will be no exceptions!"
Many of the witches and wizards inside hesitated uncertainly, clearly confused and uncertain about whether this was some official Ministry action or an unexpected takeover. Several glanced nervously at the goblin bank tellers, who stood glaring fiercely at Serafall and Sona with growing hostility.
To emphasize her point, Serafall released a fraction of her immense magical aura into the room. The pressure of her raw demonic power became tangible, thickening the air heavily and sending chills down the spines of every person present. A moment later, understanding exactly how dangerous their situation had become, the witches and wizards began hastily gathering their belongings and quickly headed toward the exit, avoiding eye contact with either devil.
Within minutes, the last of the humans had left the bank, leaving Sona and Serafall standing alone in the large marble lobby, facing a semicircle of furious-looking goblin bankers and heavily armored guards who had gathered around them.
One goblin stepped forward from behind the teller desks, clearly the highest-ranking official present. He wore an ornate gold-trimmed jacket indicating his senior position, and his expression was dark with barely-contained anger.
"You dare enter Gringotts Bank uninvited and threaten our employees and patrons?" he snapped angrily, baring his sharp teeth as he glared fiercely at the two devils. "I demand you identify yourselves immediately and explain your outrageous behavior before the full weight of goblin law and justice descends upon you both."
"My name is Sona Sitri, heiress of the Sitri Clan which I am sure you are all familiar with. Standing beside me is my elder sister, Serafall Leviathan, Satan Leviathan and official representative of all devils in diplomatic affairs!" Sona paused briefly to let that information sink in. The goblin official's angry expression briefly flickered into surprise and unease before returning to its earlier stubborn defiance. "Regarding our behavior," Sona continued coldly, her voice steady and unwavering, "I believe your king and council are already fully aware of the reason for our visit. The goblin nation authorized a deliberate and deadly attack against devil citizens residing peacefully within Phenex territory. Many innocent devils died in the assault. Surely you did not imagine we would allow such aggression to go unanswered?"
Another goblin, shorter and even angrier than the first, stepped forward boldly, brandishing a curved silver dagger threateningly. "You have no authority here! Gringotts Bank is sovereign goblin territory, protected by international treaties. Withdraw immediately, or we shall-"
That goblin immediately exploded into chunks of blood and gore.
"No one points a weapon at my precious So-tan or Harry-kun and gets to live!" Serafall declared.
The rest of the goblins in the lobby cowed to their demands.
Sona maintained a composed expression as she walked alongside Serafall, following a small group of heavily armed goblin guards deeper into Gringotts Bank. As they passed through the bank's underground passageways, Sona discreetly studied her surroundings. The walls were carved directly into bedrock, solid stone reinforced by layers of ancient magic. Every twenty feet or so stood torch brackets, each holding glowing magical lights that illuminated their path. Although the air was cool, a noticeable humidity lingered in the tunnels, heavy and slightly damp against Sona's skin.
As they moved deeper, the tunnel began to widen significantly, opening into a massive subterranean chamber. Her eyes adjusted to the increased brightness as she took in the scale of what lay before them.
Thousands-no, possibly tens of thousands-of goblins filled the expansive underground city beneath Diagon Alley. Goblin families crowded in small stone dwellings built into the cavern walls; goblin merchants displayed goods within makeshift market stalls, their harsh, guttural language echoing sharply through the stone halls. Armed goblin soldiers stood at regular intervals, eyes carefully watching the two devils as they passed.
Sona felt Serafall shift slightly next to her. Her sister's eyes were narrowed, scanning the area thoroughly. Serafall leaned in slightly and whispered quietly enough so only Sona could hear, "The sheer number of goblins here is astonishing. It is far beyond what the wizard government would ever permit or imagine. Their ignorance is dangerous. This must be dealt with immediately."
Sona nodded discreetly, fully agreeing with Serafall's assessment. A goblin population this large beneath the heart of wizarding society represented a severe threat. Any organized uprising by the goblins here would easily overwhelm the local wizard authorities and spill innocent blood. As representatives of their own powerful race, it fell upon her and Serafall to handle the situation decisively and permanently.
Eventually, they arrived before an imposing structure at the far end of the vast chamber. It was constructed from heavy slabs of polished stone, intricately decorated with precious metals and embedded gems. A set of wide stairs rose sharply toward a raised platform at the top. Seated upon a large throne carved from obsidian sat the Goblin King himself, Ragnuk the Tenth.
Sona silently evaluated the goblin leader. King Ragnuk wore extravagant golden armor studded with precious jewels, and a thick cloak of fine fur draped dramatically across his small frame. His face was stern, arrogant, and clearly defiant as he openly glared down at the two devils below him.
Serafall, beside her, visibly stiffened, anger flashing clearly across her usually cheerful expression. Sona understood immediately. This goblin was the same Ragnuk whom Serafall had described to her as sniveling and pathetic mere weeks ago. Back then, according to Serafall, he had grovelled at her feet, begging desperately for permission to peacefully visit the ancestral graves of his people in the Underworld. But now, the goblin king sat boldly upon his throne, his lips curled into a sneer as if they were beneath him.
