#kalego gaiden

[misaqtx]

OFFICAL ART YAY

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[hashibag]

Why they are serving cunt?

And damn I take back everything I said about Kalego uncle not being hot, I just needed to see him in colors

[naehja]

Kalego endured that for ALL his school years. It's just the first one.

No wonder he's so TIRED when he speaks with Opera now that he's a adult.

[twizzol]

opera 📣📣📣

[lovesitcomsandgaystuffs]

HS kaleopera

[luckykittens198]

People kept writing about young Opera, Kalego, and Balam in Kalego Gaiden. Because, yeah. It was their story.

I kept focusing on this page though

Granpa Sullivan got this amazing hair...

What hair product did you use grandpa???

[rave-meow]

also wip O_O (not sure why I’m so happy with this particular sketch I KNOW my friends r seeing me slap this everywhere but wahoo)

[haveyoureadgoodomens]

Balam is always right.

[xatsperesso]

So, I just saw the newest chapter of Kalego Gaiden and it turns out "Dali" is a permanent position at the school. Much like the Naberius clan, the Dantalion family sends someone to Babyls and they take up the name as a teacher. Not sure how that person is chosen, but there is always a member of the family at Babyls and the one in Gaiden is the direct predecessor of the current Dali. Really makes me curious of what the guy is truly capable of and what the Dantalion family's deal is.

Yeah i just read the chapter and i think i misunderstood?? Something???

Because I think they said that this pathetic dude??

Is My Guy dali

And i am 80% sure that i misunderstood something because no. Dali wasn't that pathetic in school. Also the horn placement is wrong so im probably wrong

Anyway this chapter told me that Dali doesn't steal faces or eat demons which is sad, and while it doesn't dismiss this theory it also takes it from Yes to unlikely So! I'll be sharing my other theory that revolves around this one panel

Dali's ability is to explode. And that's it. Bubye, sayonara, see in the next life.

They explode with so much force that it destroys everything for miles away. And they’re there, they were hired and asked to be there as a last resort. Sullivan saw how unstable the netherworld was becoming since the disappearance of Delkira, and he feared that soon this unstableness and aggression could target his school, teachers and students, so he asked of the Dantalion family for one person to come teach at his school, just in case, swearing up and down, left and right, with his heart and horns and wings that this idea of his will be the last, last last resort after Ifrit clan and Naberius clan and Sullivan himself

A resort that seems more and more likely to be needed as the school keeps getting attacked again and again by a bunch of terrorists

And, you know, I kinda see this series ending with a bang. A fight to to death between the six fingers and the teachers of babyl, between baal and Sullivan, between Iruma and Kirio

And maybe demons will be lost in this battle, and maybe to minimise the casualties, to at least ensure that baal won't be able to get his wicked ways, won't become the king, maybe sullivan will keep some teachers behind, order them to evacuate the vicinity, and soon Dali will come onto the battlefield with a wicked smile. He'll look at balam and kalego, opera and sullivan and all the other teachers he befriended who refused to let him die alone, and with a final laugh, he'll activate his bloodline ability, and all everyone will see is white

[alizardjae]

Trans Dali????? Or is it just gonna turn out that like "Dali" is just a common name in the Dantalion clan and the Dali we know is like... Dali IX or something?

[fujigoso]

what if i drew kgaiden opera with long hair….

theyre so pretty i love this panel

[misaqtx]

uhm spoilers kalego gaiden

SHARKEISHA😨

OPERA NOO!!

[naehja]

Damn Kalego is just a first year here and yet he's so serious, and probably already powerful. Cerberus has only one head, not three like when he's adult.

But its also sad, he's just a kid and he's not here just for have a education or friends or relations. He's here to learn his futur job.

It could imply that if Babyls is in danger, his uncle could be as much triggered than him. (hope that he wouldn't let Kalego fight and would fight at his place)

Funny the wolf here looks more like the mythical Fenrir would look like than like Cerberus. But again the two are different.

Fenrir is born to kill Odin. He killed Odin during Ragnarok.

Cerberus is the guardian of the world of deaths in Ancien Greece. He's not evil. He stops alive people to enter and dead people to go out. He has a job and does it seriously.

Does it mean that Narnia (who took the name Fenrir during the deviculum) will kill someone important? Hummm

[lovesitcomsandgaystuffs]

Opera being called missy and mister They are so gender.

[t0kidal]

Working for a Favor

(I was inspired. Scruffy uncle is headcanoned as sad uncle. Not canon, just over speculation of what the scruffy guy might've been like.) (First drabble featuring uncle, Helper and the Stray was first written as a blurb in discord. this is the following.)

Next time he comes, he comes bearing gifts.

Which immediately lets you know that he wants a favor.

The gift in question was a flower… a flower with its roots still attached… a red lily-like blossom, his chest puffed with stupid pride for completing the barest minimum that he could fulfill…

You suspect that the bruise on his chest was from the groundskeeper or even a member of the diabotany battler at Babyls.

(in reality it was his nephew that dealt the blow but you wouldn't know of this till later)

But no matter… you let him wine and dine you, watch him try to appeal to you.

It was a strange occurrence as, with how much effort he was actually putting into kissing your feet, you come to know that he was stupidly desperate. And for the time being, you're all too happy to watch him grovel… feeling like Lilith herself until his bleary and droopy eyes flick up to meet yours… a wry, carefree, grin on his lips as his teeth nip at you and you wrench your sole away.

Even though he's the one paying for your services, he also ends up being the one to work hard for you to even consider hearing him out.

During which you find his face makes for a rather enjoyable seat, the slippery feeling of tongues and teeth, obscene slurping as he laps at you like a man half dead from thirst.

And when he was done, bangs pulled back, slick with sweat, face flushed for lack of air, and his tongue poking out to catch traces of you on his lips.

You make him wait.

You study his face.

This must've been the hardest you've ever seen him work-- the hardest he's ever had to work since his fall from grace…

And you like what you see…

Clearly, he's not as amused, his lust driven, hungry, expression is replaced with a new one… his brows furrowing, corners of his lips drawing into a frown, a shadow casting itself over his eyes…

And you find you don't like this expression as much in comparison.

~

He looks solemn… cowed… as though contemplating if the goal before him… the challenge set by another… was truly worth it…

An echo to the question of if he was worth it…

A call to the time he decided… 'No' … No he was not.

All of which ghosted over his face in mere moments…

You…

You don't like it. You don't like how you could see it, that ugly ugly scar… one he'd usually be able to play off as a shift in ambition or boast about as the day he realized a twisted truth.

That he was worthless… and that it was freeing.

You don't like how you could understand it. That you could understand his acceptance of all the despair. The despair of pride the despair of people around him… and his own despair as the honor seemed to slip between his fingers…

Or perhaps even the despairing joy when no one seems to care enough to refute you… like a dog set free.

You don't like how pained he seemed…

And all on its own, your hand moves… and the tips of your fingers brush his cheek… tracing the bone there as it dropped to the edge of his jaw… right below his ear…

You don't offer to be worthless together, you don't offer to be his savior.

You're paid to do one thing.

So you draw him into a kiss, and it sucks; detached and passionless, and do it…

You do him.

You take his mind off of the cluttered office and the raggedy couch and the despair that bled from him into the tattered upholstery and you replace it with the sensations that only adults know about.

That only you two share…

Air heavy and thick like molasses, weighed by the memory of despair. The pleasure a paper screen, barring the ghosts of your past selves from viewing the two of you and shaming you both for it.

~

At the very beginning…

He wasn't expecting it… he wasn't expected you to be such a hardass about it, but he figures that all that latent ambition and pride had to go somewhere. And if it was to make him kneel like a dog tail between his legs, then he'll do it…

He almost seems startled about it… the feeling repeating from earlier that afternoon when; rather than teasing his nephew and disregarding his advice, he actually went to look for a flower for you. Of course, he plays it off as a way to avoid the ass kicking said nephew promised later if he hadn't.

Rather than grabbing a random flower from another teacher's desk, he actually listened to Dali and went for the red lily stranded in the middle of the courtyard, bright and vibrant and somehow alive despite the current state of the school. He plays it off as a way to avoid spending extra money.

And rather than telling you what he wanted, he indulged your shared fantasies… Internally playing it off as a way to avoid paying extra for your attendance.

He lets himself fall back into that memory of passion… desire… ambition… puppy like elation tainted like the acolyte's subservience and worship.

For a moment he could envision the Lilith he once saw in his music, welcoming, accepting if you kissed her just right. One who would never allow herself to be burned twice.

But when she makes him stop… when she makes him wait… lips curling up in an amused smile, teeth flashing white in his eyes and he's suddenly back to those days when his efforts were only worth a laugh… and some days not even that…

His hair was slicked back with sweat, anxious, hungry for approval for validation or any form of affirmation that his work was well done… licking at his lips for the sweet taste of his reward…

Only for them to laugh… but it wasn't at him…

that bitter sweet sound wasn't for him…

Nothing was ever good enough when it came from him…

He feels the shadows washing over him..

Give in.

~

His wicked phase whispered in his ear…

Give in to what? He wasn't sure at the time… and now he knows… it was that feeling of letting go of the ambitions that hurt you the most… the expectation of ever being good enough…

In the first place, you were never enough… so why bother chasing that honor and fulfilling that ambition set before you.

I only want to soothe you.

I only want to save you

When he had opened his eyes… he was on the couch… a cluttered office… and the whispers of the elders in the other room…

||[not yet revealed]|| would be presented as the first born… their birthdays were close enough…

And border patrol was never able to tell the difference… till now…

\

And suddenly he was back… the gentle touch of your fingers… drawing him close…

He wanted to smile his lazy grin but the kiss you give derails him…

And music plays…

"If you kiss her just right, she'll let you in~" he once sang…

Apparently just right was chaste… and detached.

/

You don't nag him this time when he lights one and takes a long drag. The soot trailing off like the tail end of a ghost or a genie…

"Yes." you say…

And he raises a brow at you. "You don't even know what the favor is."

"You worked hard enough for it." You sigh and sit up from where you rested on his chest… blowing your hair out of your face as you stretched.

"Great." he says unsure if this was the reward he truly wanted…

Or if he wanted a reward at all… but the thought quickly leaves him as he asks.

"Got any formal wear?"

[madmarchhare]

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YESSSS!!!!!

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YEEEHEEHEEEHEEESSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mairimashita! Iruma-kun Mafia AU will get an official Spin-Off this September titled “Episode of Mafia” and Kalego Gaiden will get serialized for 5 issues of Shonen Champion