DXD: Revenge of the forgotten

Okay, this is not what I expected when I wake up this morning. Seriously! I mean who would be dumb enough to half-cut a tree and leave the rest hanging by a thread. I mean do they not understand a simple physics. And which moronic and idiotic parents allowed to play swinging like monkey in the same damn tree.

Now, that's how you cook a recipe of dumbf**k of an accident.

And that's how I got smashed with a 1.5 ton of a tree to nothing more than a stain of flesh, blood and bones.

And here is where you think that it ends. But no!! Some force, power, ROB, One Above All or God(*ouch*) thought that it is good idea to re-incarnate the poor me. 

It is not that I thought myself in that situation. I'm an Avid fan of Anime and Manga. I have read Novels and Fan-Fictions. Which otaku does not Imagine themselves in a any of their favourite Anime, Manga or Novels. 

But…...

Imagining and being in the same situation are totally different meaning. At least for me. 

And here I am re-incarnated. As a baby. With all my memories intact.

And here you might be wondering where in the nine hells was, I reincarnated.

You might have noticed a small wince at the start of my rambling. If you this noticed then it is a yes, it is the one where a degenerate, who yells boobs this and boobs that IN THE PUBLIC, with no hint of shame and proclaims that he wants to be the HAREM KING. The girls, by some miracle, not taking any offence and joining his harem despite his shameful behaviour. Let me remind you he is a highschooler. Has a dragon and fights with devils and Aliens…...

Then you are RIGHT. 

I GOT RE-INCARENATEDED IN...

F**KING HIGHSCHOOL OF D (F**CKING) X (F**CKING) D

Ahhhhhh......

Nevermind, no crying over spoiled milk.

So, as I was saying. I got reincarnated. My Lineage is devil, thank God *ouch*... Satan. Good thing is I'm a Gremory. Infact, I'm the second son of Zeoticus and Vanelena Gremory. My elder brother is Sirzechs Gremory. I am named by mother as Rahakki Gremory. Literally meaning Lucky Destruction. But here is the thing! Rias is not yet born. That means, I will have a younger sister! I mean if I'm the male version of Rias, how will the plot move. 

And you MIGHT be thinking this maybe a gender-blend. But it's not. 

Can you imagine a girl going around, yelling 'want to suck a dick, want to dick that and dick this, DICK, DICK, DICK…...'. she will be instantly labelled as whore, slut, manymore. And that will let her become the same as the name in the literal sense.

But enough of that. Let's get back to me.

I'm Rahakki Gremory, the younger brother of the current Satan Lucifer. And I'm still not sure how long before the canon I got reincarnated. But let's put a pin on that and come back to the current issue. Bloodline.

I know I have to have one of the two bloodlines of my family. Either Luck from my father or Destruction from my mother. I do have a Luck (I think). But it is extremely low. 

How do I know that... 

I overheard from the discussion that my family was having, literally 2 ft away from the crib. And from what I can understand, I do not have the Power of Destruction (PoD), atleast it is not showing up yet. As per my Parents, Brother and Sister-in-law, we have wait till I grow up to find out if it is true or not.

And so, they decided to keep my birth a Secret…...

YES, A SECRET...

It was a suggestion from my wonderful sister-in-law. Which got wholeheartedly supported by my Simp of a brother. And lead to a subject that my parents pondered very seriously. Let me emphasize VERY again.

Come Father, Mother, you should outright decline it!!!

But to my dismay, after a serious pondering of 30 minutes, it was decided that my birth is to be a secret.

I mean, I understand, it is politics. But it still hurt that my parents pondered instead of arguing that I'm their son and I have the chance to make them proud regardless of bloodline.

And so, it was decided that Vanelena, my mother, will take a 2–3 years long seclusion to rise me. Zeoticus, my father, will stay with for the first 6 months, will return back to his duties as the family head and will visit us time to time to help out and keep my mother company. Except for the 6 months, my brother and sister-in-law will visit us time to time to help out and keep my mother company.

I am hurt but I was happy with decision. I get to spend time with my family while growing up and I can show them they can be proud of me. What is there to be not happy about. It was then I decided that I will work hard to make them happy and proud of me.

I did not have good family in the last life. A drunk dad, Whore of a mom, Bitch of a sister and a Bastard of a brother(literally). I still do not understand how I was able to survive them and made a stable life. Not the best life but I was able to grow to be a respectful human being and a good doctor.

In my last life, I was neglected after 6 months from being born. It was a sweet grandma from next door that raised me literally.

My previous parents only found out that they had a 3 child after I won a competition. They only contacted me because there was a cash reward. I was so happy that they will be coming with me for the reward ceremony. My young mind failed to notice that they only came for the prize money.

The prize money got split between the 4 equally. Yes, they left me none. And they were good to me for a week and went back to the same routine. I tried and tried but was mercilessly disappointed. It is after 2 months that I understood that my family only cared about the cash reward than me, when my parents enquired that if I joined any competition with cash reward.

I got thrashed brutally when I informed them in the negative and argued that they do not care about me. The sweet grandma found that evening, unconscious and badly injured in the nearby alley (handywork of my siblings), and had to be admitted in the hospital for head trauma.

Child services were called and a 2 long year of inspection and monitoring happened. And in one fated day there was a small earthquake.

Let me tell you, it was bad for the apartment building that I was residing. The whole building was brought down rubbles.

Funny thing is my whole family was in our home and I was out for a competition for my 'regain their love' plan. Sad thing is the sweet grandma too was in the building.

I was moved to an orphanage. The life there was a different kind of hell. Nobody likes a well behaved, overachieving and intelligent kid in a group of unwanted kids. Needless to say, I grew up in a violent household and moved to a different battlefield with a group of same age. 

The one good thing is I learned to fight and workout my body.

Later, in my teens, I came to know that on the day of the earthquake, my father was drunk and passed out. My mother was f**king the land lord right next to him. My brother was high on drugs and sister hooking up with her boyfriend in the balcony.

And how do I know this?

Well, there was a pervert in the opposite side of our building, 2 blocks away. He is a regular subscriber of sorts to our family's drama. And what do you know! He was feeling bad for how my family treated me, so he filled in the details of my family's status. What a great soul!!!

If you are confused, let me be clear. I'm being sarcastic.

I mean who in the right mind will give an already broken kid such information in vivid details. Needless to say, the pervert got a thrashing of a life time. I was pretty much a well-trained solider by the time I was 16. And this Dickhead tried to be an a**hole at the time.

Police were called and case was filed.

One more thing about growing up in the orphanage is that I developed a severe trust issue and learned to record every conversation. Which came in handy during the investigation.

The a**hole gave me a vivid narration of my family, which I recorded and it came as good evidence regarding my violent outburst.

The judge pretty my wanted to ignore and release me. But due to the pervert being a locally well-known businessman and I pretty much roughed him very badly, the judge was unable to do so with the pressure from above. But due to a quick background check and a home sweep of the pervert revealed that he is degenerate and it seriously reduced my sentence to a 2 years' imprisonment to 60 days community service. 

After that, life moved on and I did not make any serious relationship of any kind with a anyone. Just concentrated on my survival. Luckily, I got a good head above my shoulder. I was able to graduate from college as a doctor. But my trust issue did not go down. I was unable to connect with any of my fellow human beings. Thus, I became an Otaku till my life ended in that fateful day.

Now you can understand why I want my new family to be proud of me and happy that I'm their son. That is why I will work hard to make that happen.