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Archdevil Dragon Emperor

Author: Vishvarupam
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Basically, Demiurge isekai'd into the DxD world as Issei. What bad could happen?...

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Chapter 1Arrival of Great Evil

From the peaceful twilight, the setting sun slowly sank the world in its orange glow, fading in wait for the world to repeat itself. In the park, under the descending light, within the panorama of peace, a pained cry screamed outside the trees.

The owner of the voice was a young boy, one reaching the cusp of his youth in high school. Brown colored his hair, his eyes an opaque amber, his face soft in features and appealing for girls his age.

The boy was Hyōdō Issei, a sophomore of Kuoh Academy - a school that was once an all-girls school that recently allowed male members to attend. Athwart him was Yuuma, his date… and his murderer who was holding the spear of light that pierced through his gullet, spine, and all.

Issei was bleeding. He grabbed the spear in a desperate attempt to remove the weapon from his person. However, whether he liked it or not, it was a fatal blow. The pain from his wound was intense, but that pales in comparison to the emotional pain of betrayal that Yuuma sadistically speared through his heart. Once, she was a regular, cute brunette his age, but now she was older, more mature in appearance and sex appeal. From her back, sprouted pair of black wings, each as dark as coal mined from the darkest depths.

He was about to die in the next brief moments, but despite that, he endured; he prayed for a miracle to give him the strength to survive through the process and live. But in a godless world, such miracles were dead, leaving Issei to the mercy of others in a grand, twisted game.

"Yu… uma… why…" He could only utter before the woman ripped her spear from his stomach with a mighty yank, allowing the bloodletting to take its course as he fell face-first on the dirt.

Issei struggles to rise, to get back up and run to safety, but he even lost the strength to stand. He lay there on the ground, helpless and at Death's mercy as his life swiftly bled away towards the inevitable cold.

From the corpse splaying facedown in the park, right beside the fountain, blood pooled into the dry soil and stained the dirt red. Standing above her former boyfriend, Yuuma, the alias of Raynare, an agent of the Grigori, flicked the blood off her light spear with a gesture.

She smirked at her work, feeling a sense of accomplishment from her successful deed. Raynare had killed the wielder of an unknown Sacred Gear that could threaten the safety of the Grigori, cutting off the bud before it could sprout.

"It really is such a shame, Issei-kun. I really did enjoy our date." She gave her final words of farewell before giving the corpse her back as she prepared her wings of black, launching herself in an ascent as she took to the skies with a smile on her face.

Now she could focus on the other matter on her list, the tool that could grant her the power to rise beyond her station. However, in a world where almost anything could happen, forces beyond the realm of mortal understanding were at work, pulling strings that touched the rare opportunities beyond the real - and it found an ideal target that was ripe for the picking.

As if to spit in the face of all the laws of the universe, the body stirred postmortem, not from the miracle of a Devil contract on his person or an Archangel's boon, but from another Soul that somehow found its way into the dying boy.

Few could notice the disturbance, but none could estimate the cause or pinpoint its origin. Rising once more, Issei Hyōdō stood once again, his stomach wound already closing through forces indeed of the supernatural and illogical… or at least someone who wore his face.

(Demiurge POV)

One moment, the sight of the blazing temple of inferno and the Evil Lords stood with him, waiting for the invaders. After opening his eyes, the first thing Demiurge saw was the sunset sky followed by the irritating feeling of something wet and sticky soaking his back from the hair down. After getting up, looking around the area, he found himself in a place he had never seen.

When he did, he accidentally stared into the sun, yet the glaring rays did not bother him like it would an average person. Confusion wracked Demiuge's thoughts. Why was he outside of the tomb under broad… daylight? No, sinking daylight. The sky was so clear for some reason, the clouds not bearing a single tainting black, the air so... refreshing unlike the usual infernal smokes in his floor… wait…

Something was flying off in the distance. He saw a… was that a woman with black wings? Demiuge's mind halted as he tried to process the sight. Her black-themed attire was quite revealing, leather high-leg boots, straps barely covering her most sensitive parts, it was quite confusing.

'Is that an Angel?' Demiuge had no clue since that person did not look like the generic angels of YGGDRASIL. Was it an illusionary spell or something? He found no traces of magic over him as he returned his attention to his surroundings to inspect his dilemma.

Demiurge could not recognize his location at all.

"…where am I… eh?"

So many questions bombarded his mind, even the abnormal tone of his voice.

What was happening to him?

A trap from some enemy?

He felt weird, more… hyperactive for some reason. Not only this, his stomach also itches to his angst, growing to the point of being unbearable to ignore. Demiurge briefly scratched his torso, but he stopped his fingers when he felt a wet spot on his shirt. The liquid was warm, very warm, and it was sticky.

Unsure what it was, Demiurge looked down on himself, but he froze when he saw the dark color of crimson staining his front.

Was he bleeding?

Why was there a pool of blood around his feet?

He just realized that he was standing in a pool of blood.

"...eh?"

All thoughts screeched to a halt as he tried to deny the reality before him logically, but he was failing.

As if to confirm that he was not in a dream or some illusion, Demiurge grabbed the red spot and wrung the blood from the squelching polyester. When he brought up to his face, he smelled it carefully. It stunk of copper and iron, and the smell was so strong that Demiurge pulled back his hand.

What happened to his body when he was in YGGDRASIL?!

His master's glorious creation, that is, his body !

Quickly, he lifted his shirt to inspect the damage. Although… there was no hole around his stomach area. The lack of stomach wounds relieved Demiurge, but the outlines from a large scar indicated the presence of a puncture.

However, that was not the only problem. Demiurge's body shape was… wrong. It felt off, very off. Not to mention that his current clothes did not match the formal attire he usually wore.

What the hell happened to him when he was in the virtual dive?

Swiftly rushing to the fountain, ignoring the loud cracks in his step, Demiurge quickly looked at his reflection from the tranquil waters while daylight still burned in the twilight.

"Huh?"

A stranger greeted him from the waters.

Whose face was this?

His hair was brown, his eyes that of amber orange, and his face twenty years younger than what he expected.

Why was he in the body of a humanlike creature?

No, how did he get inside the body of such a creature in general?

Demiurge had so many questions that he couldn't pick which to solve first. His first conclusion was that he was somehow targeted by a potent skill and spell, his consciousness abducted away from the gufted body of his master but… the environment was too tangible for that possibility. Demiurge touched the pond, feeling the cool water embracing his hand.

But to triple check his hypothesis, Demiurge tried to connect his mind with the guild or even the 7th floor to narrow down his conjecture. However, to his surprise, a menu opened… he saw his Status Screen on display. He found it and tried to connect, but the call or message function weren't there. Not only that… he quickly looked for his Status Screen, pressing that button hanging in the air.

Once the screen switched to his character build, Demiurge could see his usual Archdevil Class on display, hovering before his eyes… along with a few more additions, something that should be impossible in YGGDRASIL.

The questions kept piling in his mind without end, and Demiurge was buried under that mountain. To dig himself out of it would take a while… but the big question was, where should he start?

(Rias POV)

Issei did not use the contract pamphlet.

When she discovered his Sacred Gear, Rias decided to take him in by any means necessary, to recruit his aide for her cause. Rias was sure that Issei was about to use it in his time of desperate need. Yet the pentagram was crumpled and tossed aside, turned into ashes.

Standing over the blood puddle in confusion, Rias could only find a trail of blood walking out of the scene step by step. There was no corpse, but also no indication of his body disintegrated by the Fallen Angel. No ashes were present in the scene.

The trail headed towards the water fountain before the direction shifted left. The path stopped after the ninth step, ended by thin drips of blood fading in a line.

"Hmm… did Issei awaken his Sacred Gear at the last moment, and it saved him?" Rias could only come to this conclusion.

Walking towards the fountain, Rias leaned closer at the bloody handprints on the stone rims. From the position, she could tell that Issei was trying to look at himself in the reflection. Probably to find out about his wounds or state when he got up.

When she first saw Issei, she sensed something about him was off. When she sent Koneko to spy on him, her rook told her she that Issei bore the scent of a Dragon.

There were only a few dragon-based Sacred Gears that she knew of, but there was something off. Even if the Sacred Gear could heal the user, why didn't her pentagram trigger upon his time of critical need?

There wasn't just blood. Violent indentations wounded the concrete, each sharing the size of one of the bloodstained footprints. Did Issei's Sacred Gear bestow him inhuman strength along with flight?

She did not know what kind of Sacred Gear he had in him, but it should be too early for a beginner to acquire more than one assortment of abilities. By now, he should be home, at least. It was past ten, two hours before midnight.

Or he could be pursuing his murderer with a vengeance. The fallen angel did kill him in cold blood after betraying his heart. Now that Rias thought about it, Issei would make a lot of noise if she did consider his simple personality so far.

The musing reminded her of the problem that Fallen Angels that trespassed into Kuoh, one of the territories under the co-op rule of the Gremory and Sitri clans. She should add to dealing with them in her schedule.

Her plan was to obtain another trump card to aid her against Riser Phenix, and it was already crumbling by its foundations. She needed to salvage the situation her life would fall within Riser's clutches.

Her first step was to reevaluate the situation and edit her plan to recruit him to her cause. All she needed was a new approach.

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