DxD: Devil’s Advocate

"A pleasure, Lady Himejima." I gave her a measured nod, noting the careful way she positioned herself slightly behind Rias's right shoulder. The perfect Queen - both protector and confidante.

"I hear congratulations are in order," I said to Rias, my tone deliberately neutral. "Though I confess, I'm never quite sure whether 'congratulations' or 'condolences' is more appropriate for arranged marriages."

Akeno's eyes narrowed slightly, but Rias's lips twitched in what might have been amusement.

"An interesting philosophical question," she replied. "Perhaps we should ask Lord Phenex his opinion on the matter."

"I wouldn't recommend it. He seems rather occupied at the moment." I glanced toward where Riser and his father were still trapped in conversation with my mother. "Though I'm sure he'd be happy to explain at length why this particular arrangement deserves only the most enthusiastic congratulations."

"Riser explains many things at length," Rias said dryly.

I took a sip of water. "I noticed. Earlier he was explaining to me how certain I should be of your upcoming nuptials."

"Was he?" Her voice carried a dangerous edge.

"Oh yes. His twins were quite insistent about noble duty and decided matters."

"How convenient for them to be so decided about my duties." She looked past me toward the garden doors. "Though I suppose that's the way of things in our world. Others always seem to know best what we should do with our lives."

"It does seem to be a common affliction among our peers." I shifted slightly, keeping both Riser and Cyrus in my peripheral vision. "Though I've found there's often quite a gap between what others decide and what actually comes to pass."

Akeno stepped forward almost imperceptibly. "Lady Rias, we should continue greeting the other guests."

"Of course." Rias nodded to me. "Thank you for the... philosophical discussion, Lord Beleth."

"Always a pleasure to engage in philosophical debate." I bowed slightly. "I look forward to seeing how theory translates to practice."

They moved on, leaving me to track the ripples of their passage through the crowd. Several young devils who had been hovering nearby quickly found reasons to drift in other directions, no doubt eager to spread word of our interaction.

A burst of louder-than-necessary laughter drew my attention to where Cyrus held court near one of the drink tables. He'd gathered his usual circle of sycophants - minor nobles and younger sons who mistook volume for influence. But there was something different about his positioning tonight, something almost...

I sighed as I spotted Maria's replacement among the servants circulating with drinks. The girl - Lily? Lena? Some flower name - was new enough that most of the guests wouldn't recognize her. But not so new that her presence would raise immediate suspicion.

Really, brother? This was the best you could manage?

I watched as she made her way through the crowd, offering drinks with careful deference. Her path seemed random at first glance, but there was clear intent in the way she spiraled gradually closer to my position.

The setup was almost elegant in its simplicity. A seemingly accidental collision, a spilled drink, a ruined coat at a crucial social gathering. Add in my previous reputation for public embarrassment, and the story would write itself.

Either Cyrus had suddenly developed actual tactical skill, or...

I glanced toward where mother stood with her usual social circle. The slight crease between her eyebrows confirmed my suspicion. She'd spotted it too - not just the plan itself, but its true architect.

Lady Phenex stood with her own group of allies, occasionally glancing toward where her husband and son still dealt with mother's verbal onslaught. Her expression was perfectly pleasant, betraying nothing of the game within a game she was orchestrating.

I had to admire the layers of it. Use Cyrus's predictable antagonism as cover for a more sophisticated attack. Let him think it was his own idea while using his reputation for clumsy schemes to hide the real manipulator. If it worked, I'd be humiliated. If it failed, Cyrus would take the blame.

The serving girl was only three groups away now. I could see the nervous tension in her shoulders, the slightly too-tight grip on her tray. On my other side, Cyrus had maneuvered his entourage to have a clear view of the impending "accident."

Such an elegant plan. It almost seemed a shame to...

A commotion near the main entrance interrupted my thoughts. The doors swung open to reveal a latecomer - one whose arrival sent immediate ripples through the gathering.

"Lord Beelzebub," someone murmured nearby. "I didn't realize he was invited."

Neither had most of the room, judging by the hastily concealed looks of surprise. Even Lord Gremory seemed slightly taken aback as he moved to greet his unexpected guest.

I used the distraction to step smoothly aside, letting the serving girl's carefully planned path carry her through empty air. She stumbled slightly, catching herself before any drinks could spill.

"Careful," I said quietly as I steadied her elbow. "It would be a shame to waste such excellent wine. Especially since Lady Phenex went to such trouble to arrange its delivery."

Her eyes widened in panic. To her credit, she managed a reasonably steady bow before retreating toward the kitchen. I gave her thirty seconds before she reported her failure to Cyrus.

Sure enough, I soon heard the distinctive sound of my brother's forced laugh cutting off mid-sentence. I didn't need to look to know he was glaring in my direction.

The room had reorganized itself around Beelzebub's presence, creating new patterns of power and influence. I noted which nobles gravitated toward him immediately and which held back to observe. More telling were the ones who seemed to be deliberately ignoring him while watching everything he did.

Rias had somehow ended up next to him, their conversation looking casual enough that it had to be carefully staged. Riser hovered nearby, clearly uncertain whether to assert his claim or maintain a respectful distance from a Satan.

I drifted toward one of the columns that offered a better view of their interaction. Beelzebub was speaking quietly enough that even the most obvious eavesdroppers could only catch fragments:

"...rating game tradition..."

"...proper challenges..."

"...precedent for alternatives..."

Interesting. Very interesting.

A flash of movement caught my eye - Cyrus weaving unsteadily through the crowd, his face flushed with more than just alcohol. He was making a direct line for my position, abandoning his usual attempts at subtlety.

I sighed again. Here we go.

"You think you're so clever," he slurred as he reached me. "Always one step ahead, always ruining everything..."

"You're drunk, brother." I kept my voice low and calm. "Perhaps you should-"

"Don't tell me what to do!" He grabbed my arm, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. "You don't get to act superior, not after everything you've done."

I could feel attention shifting toward us. Exactly what I didn't need right now.

"Cyrus." I met his eyes steadily. "Think very carefully about what you're doing."

"Or what? You'll embarrass me? Humiliate me like you do everyone else?" His grip tightened further. "Go ahead. Show everyone how much better you are than your drunk failure of a brother."

"If you're trying to cause a scene," I said quietly, "you should know mother is already moving to intervene. Ten seconds at most before she reaches us. Is that really how you want this to play out?"

He glanced over his shoulder, spotting her approach. His fingers loosened slightly.

"This isn't over," he growled.

"It never is." I kept my tone gentle. "Now let go of my arm and walk away while you can still pretend this was just a brotherly chat."

He released me with a shove that was just subtle enough to seem like a drunken stumble. I steadied him automatically, making it look like I was simply helping my intoxicated brother maintain his balance.

"There's a card game starting in the west salon," I murmured. "Low stakes, mostly younger sons looking to kill time. Go lose some money you can afford to lose. It's better than whatever you're planning next."

He pulled away from me, but I saw the flicker of consideration in his eyes. After a moment he turned and wove his way toward the indicated salon, his path only slightly unsteady.

Mother arrived just as he disappeared through the doors.

"Problem?" she asked softly.

"Nothing worth noting." I straightened my cuff where Cyrus had grabbed it. "Though you might want to have someone keep an eye on him in the card room. Just in case."

She nodded once, then moved smoothly back to her previous conversation as if she'd never left it. I gave her sixty seconds before one of her people coincidentally decided to try their luck at cards.

I returned my attention to the Beelzebub situation, only to find the Satan himself looking directly at me. He raised his glass slightly in what might have been acknowledgement before turning back to his conversation with Rias.

Well. That was either very good or very bad.

I did another slow scan of the room, cataloging changes in the social dynamics. Riser had finally extracted himself from my mother's trap, but seemed uncertain whether to interrupt Rias's conversation with Beelzebub. His father had cornered Lord Gremory, probably trying to damage control whatever mother had stirred up.

The serving girl from earlier had vanished completely - likely dismissed before she could reveal anything about who had really arranged her performance. Lady Phenex maintained her position of calculated non-involvement, though I noticed she'd shifted to have a better view of both her husband and son.

So many pieces in motion, so many layers of schemes and counter-schemes. And at the center of it all, Rias Gremory continued her careful dance of diplomatic obligation while radiating subtle defiance.

I watched the political theater unfold around Rias, but my thoughts drifted to a different player - one who preferred to operate from the shadows rather than center stage.

Sona Sitri stood near one of the quieter corners, observing the proceedings with her characteristic analytical gaze. Unlike most of the young devils who gravitated toward the spectacle surrounding Beelzebub and Rias, she maintained her position of careful distance.

Smart girl. She understood that sometimes the best view came from the periphery.

I made my way toward her through the crowd, using the natural flow of movement to mask my approach. A few subtle adjustments to my path kept me out of Cyrus's line of sight as he sulked at the card table.

"An interesting development," I said as I reached her position. "Though I suspect you saw this coming."

"Lord Beleth." She inclined her head slightly, her glasses catching the light. "I try not to make assumptions about Satan-class devils."

"And yet you positioned yourself perfectly to observe both his entrance and its impact on certain interested parties." I gestured with my glass toward where Riser still hovered uncertainly near Rias. "Almost as if you expected something of the sort."

"Pattern recognition is a useful skill." Her tone remained neutral, but I caught the hint of satisfaction in her posture. "As is understanding how different personalities respond to unexpected variables."

"Speaking of unexpected variables..." I lowered my voice slightly. "I never properly congratulated you on your victory over my brother. The chess match was... illuminating."

Her expression didn't change, but her fingers tightened fractionally on her glass. "It was a necessary outcome."

"Necessary and elegant." I smiled. "Though I'm curious - did you specifically choose the Queen's Gambit opening because of its psychological impact, or was that simply a fortunate coincidence?"

Now she did react, turning to face me fully. "You studied the game?"

"I make it a point to study significant events involving my family. Especially ones that reshape previously 'decided' arrangements." I met her gaze. "It was beautifully executed. The way you let him think he was pressing his advantage right up until move twenty-three..."

"When the trap closed." She allowed herself a small smile. "He relied too heavily on aggressive tactics without considering their long-term consequences."

"A common failing in our family." I glanced toward the card room. "Though some learn from their mistakes better than others."

"And what have you learned, Lord Beleth?" Her violet eyes studied me intently. "Beyond chess strategies and party politics?"

"That the most dangerous players are often the ones who understand the value of patience." I shifted slightly, creating a more private space for our conversation. "The ones who know when to sacrifice a piece for position."

"An interesting perspective from someone who just avoided a rather public confrontation with their brother."

"Sometimes maintaining position requires accepting a temporary stalemate." I shrugged. "Especially when other, more promising lines of play present themselves."

"And is that what this is?" She raised an eyebrow. "A promising line of play?"

"This?" I gestured between us. "This is a conversation between two people who understand the difference between tactics and strategy. Nothing more."

"Nothing is ever that simple with your family."

"You would know." I smiled. "After all, you've beaten one of us at our own game."

"One game doesn't define a player."

"No, but it can reveal their potential." I took a careful sip of water. "Just as one conversation can suggest... possibilities."

She studied me for a long moment. "You're very different from your brother."

"Which one?"

"Both of them." She adjusted her glasses. "Damian plays everything too safe, while Cyrus..." She glanced toward the card room. "Well, we've discussed his tactical limitations."

"And me?"

"You..." She paused. "You're harder to read."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"You shouldn't." But there was a hint of amusement in her voice. "Uncertainty carries its own risks."

"True. But it also creates opportunities." I nodded toward where Beelzebub was finally disengaging from Rias. "Speaking of which..."

"You think he'll come this way next."

"I think he's too intelligent to ignore the one person here who truly understands the educational reforms he's been promoting." I stepped back slightly. "Would you like me to make myself scarce?"

"Stay." She straightened her posture. "This conversation isn't finished."

"As you wish." I shifted to a less prominent position, giving her clear space to engage with the approaching Satan while remaining within easy speaking distance.

"Lady Sitri." Beelzebub's voice carried genuine warmth. "I was hoping to discuss your proposal for standardizing rating game training across the houses."

"Lord Beelzebub." She bowed perfectly. "I would be honored to hear your thoughts on the matter."

I watched as they delved into the technical details of combat education reform, noting the way Sona carefully steered the conversation toward broader implications for devil society. She was good - better than I'd realized. Every point she made supported her ultimate goal of establishing her own school, but she never stated it directly.

"An ambitious vision," Beelzebub said finally. "Though it would require significant support from the major houses."

"The benefits would justify the investment," she replied. "Especially for houses concerned with maintaining their competitive edge in the rating games."

His eyes flickered briefly to me. "And what does House Beleth think of these proposals?"

"I can't speak for my entire house," I said carefully. "But I find Lady Sitri's arguments compelling. Particularly regarding the standardization of basic combat training."

"Interesting." He looked between us. "Very interesting."

Before he could elaborate, a minor commotion erupted near the card room. I caught glimpses of Cyrus gesturing angrily at another young devil.

"If you'll excuse me," I said, bowing to both of them. "I should..."

"Of course." Sona nodded. "Though perhaps we could continue our discussion of chess strategy another time?"

"I would enjoy that." I met her eyes briefly. "There's much we could learn from each other."

I made my way toward the growing disturbance, but not before catching Beelzebub's thoughtful expression as he watched our exchange.

The card game would need handling, but I couldn't help feeling that something more significant had just begun. Sona Sitri was proving to be an even more intriguing player than I'd anticipated.

And if there was one thing I'd learned from chess, it was the value of developing your pieces early.