Mob Devil's Guide To Surviving DxD

Ingvild leviathan - The purple haired diva.

Born as a child to both a human and a devil from the Leviathan clan and was living in the human world in the seaside city in Europe. At some point in the past, she ended up with a devil disease that made her enter into a deep sleep and so Ingvild was sent to the underworld in an attempt to cure her of the disease. Because of this, she continued to sleep for hundreds of years. That is until she was then woken up due to her Longinus Nereid Kyrie beginning to take its form.

A kind and friendly person that enjoys singing as is shown when she sings at the fountain and for Issei and his group. She has also shown a deep love of seeing the ocean and going on beaches. likely influenced by her Leviathan bloodline. But unlike her fellow members of the Leviathan clan or any other descendants of the original Satans and akin to Vali, she doesn't have an evil heart and doesn't wish to rule the Underworld. She also appears to be quiet, shy and soft-hearted.

Well, at least that's how little information I had about her.

"Seeing as I never got to read the 4th volume of True, available information is extremely limited"

Staring at the voluptuous purple haired girl who was now sleeping in the bed of a house he had recently acquired in kuoh town, Lin lamented in his heart.

If not for the fact that my body wasn't fully "m.a.t.u.r.ed" yet, I definitely would have done something.

*sigh*

I lie down next to her in bed and prepare to sleep. of course, I make sure to wrap my arms around her and squeeze her t.i.t.s to my face....man these are soft.

lying this close to her, I can tell. The amount of aura Ingvild posses is equal to a Satan-class Devil or even higher.

But... seeing as how rosswiesse manage to hypnotize her, having immense powers isn't going to protect her mentally. likely due to the fact that she has zero training in using demonic power. A child with a gun still just a child after all.

"Although I have no idea how to wake you up, I still have a method of reaching your consciousness. Now dear diva, open your heart to me."

I close my eyes and perform the self hypnotic process of entering sleep that I had done thousands of times before.

From my own dream world - a spiraling library of memories, I take a quick glance at the, "librarians" who were doing their work then walk towards the "exit" that leads toward the "outside" world.

--like usual, doing this always feels weird.

Lin lamented, no matter how much time passes, he could never get used to the feeling of leaving his body. the feeling of losing your flesh just never felt right. he thought that would be enough time he could get used to it, but that time never came.

--Now, where is that "door"?

By this time, Lin was an expert dreamwalker. Except for those who actively protected their spirits with magic, or those with extremely strong wills or something they had to desperately hide, it wasn't much difficulty entering someone's heart. everyone had a door.

--There you are.

--What a majestic gate, truly descendant of satan royalty.

What stood before me right now was he majestic blue gate. Engraved with a serpent-like dragon as it swam through the sea.

I pushed the gate open and then turn the first fitting I came to my ears was....beautiful singing.

--Singing? she sings her sleep too?

what came immediately after that thought was a flood water. Lin was submerged under water.

Although shocked at first, he soon calmed down. This was a dream. he had learned a long time ago that if he denies the surrounding world, it will not affect him. like a bystander watching a movie. It does not touch him.

-- there seems to be a surface.

I expanded my wings and flew straight to the top and quickly left the endless sea. What I was greeted with was a beach island. at the far end, you can see a medieval castle with what was obviously the Leviathan insignia on it and sitting at the banks singing, the purple haired girl.

As I approached her, she soon stops and looks at me in interest.

--Who are you?

She asks with a hint of apprehension in her eyes. this was normal. this is not the place for others to being. The depth of the heart is normally exclusive to one's own true spirit. No one else.

--Me? I'm °°°, this islands guardian

--°°°? Guardian? Oh, im sorry. forgive me for my rudeness. Did you come from the nameless castle over there?

--Castle? Yeah.. Yes, I come from that castle. My name is Lord Li°°°°°° Ch°nd°°°°°°°, and that is.... Castle Leviathan.

--Castle Leviathan? I never knew that had such a name.

--Yes, that's it's name. and I am the Lord Guardian of that dreamlike castle. and by extension, I am the Lord of this island, all that are on it and beyond.

As if to confirm my statement, the wind blew, the skies parted, and the sea was stilled. of course, only I knew that this was a the application of my dream manipulation. as she seems to have no control of anything in here, I was quickly able to take control, and analyze everything. From the beach to the castle. So it's not an exaggeration to say that I'm currently the master of this place. The lord of this dream.

--I happened to be on a stroll today, and I heard your beautiful singing. I liked your singing so much that I would like to invite you to my castle and become my maid.

--In addition to that, I was actually contacted by your parents. they transferred you to me, and you've been in my care for a long time.

--My.... Parents?

--Yeah, your parents. in fact, you've been sick for a long time and your parents sent to you to me to get healed. the healing process is taking a longer than initially anticipated so you've actually been sleeping for a very long time. such a long time that your parents... are no longer a part of the world of the living.

--But before they died, they asked me to take care of you. In fact, this entire place is a dream deep within your heart. I created it just so we can talk to each other like this while you're still sleeping on the outside.

What came out of my mouth was a bold-faced lie. but a lie that wasn't easily verifiable by her, and in the grand scheme wouldn't hurt anyone.

--My parents are... dead? I..see. If you've been taking care of me then, I apologize for any inconvenience I may have caused you

For some reason, she accepts it easily. the likely reason is that this is all a dream. Because while in the dream, It is easier to imprint ideas into someone's head. especially since they usually don't remember most of the dream itself when they wake up. more wiser and intelligent people can resist if the logic doesn't add up or if it goes against their worldview.

Ingvild on the other hand is a simple girl and she doesn't think too deeply into things.

From the memories I can access, she seems to have been a commoner living in late medieval - early renaissance England. She's been sleeping for almost 500 years. her body has grown, but she's only about 15 or 16 in her memories. She hasn't had much experience with anything and only lived with her parents in a small house by the beach. She didn't even have much interaction with other children as apparently her parents were shunned by the surroundings for reasons she had no idea why.

Well... let's see if we can give her a proper "education" while we still have time. Her sacred gear hasn't fully awakened yet so she still got a few more years to go.

--come, let's go to my castle. by the way, I'm just checking but, do you remember your name?

--Ingvild, sir.

--surname?

--I have none sir, for i am not of noble birth.

--But that's where you're wrong my dear. You may be of humble birth, but you are of royal lineage.

--The lineage of Leviathan. the Great Serpent of the sea.

--One of the four former satan's of hell.