[Re] Chapter 1
In a small clearing surrounded by tall and sturdy-looking trees, a tall young man could be seen. He seemed to be in his mid to late teens with long black hair tied in a small ponytail.
With his eyes closed he stood there barefooted, seemling meditating while standing. At first glance it might look like he's trying to connect with nature, but the truth was far from it.
After some time, his eyes snapped open and flashed a golden gleam before he suddenly disappeared leaving just a small cloud of dust, where he once used to stand.
"F*cking finally," the young man exclaimed excitedly. Right now he was standing a top of a tree approximately two hundred meters away from his initial position. On his face was a very satisfied grin.
This young mans' name is Ryuu and he finally managed to recreate one of his favorite movement techniques: the [Flash Step]. Moving at high speeds by compressing energy under his feet and letting it combust in a controlled manner, allowing for rapid movement.
Unable to hold his excitement he immedetialy tried to replicate what he just did, though this time it didn't go as planned.
He found himself face first on the ground in the middle of the clearing, prompting him to cough uncontrollably due to the dirt and dust flying around. A small, "damn" escaping from his mouth.
Once he was finished coughing he turned on his back and continued to lay down and enjoy the calm, looking at the purple sky in front of him and enjoying the occasionally breeze gazing his skin.
Even now, ten years later he still couldn't get used to the forever unchanging purple sky of the underworld. Thinking back about everything that happened these past years made him sigh both in exhaustion and anticipation.
"To think my twenty-first birthday is close by. I wonder what kind of cake my mother will be preparing for me," he mused out loud.
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It was a rather quite day in the underworld. The forever unchanging purple sky provided some dim lighting making sure the destruction caused by the civil war as still as clear as before.creating a all in all gloomy atmosphere. (A/N: There is no real date, or duration for the civil war. The wiki just says Sirzechs was sixty when it started and it ended approximately five hundred years before canon. But as far as I know Evil Pieces were introduced to the general public shortly after in attempt to replenish the numbers lost in the underworld.
Zeoticus Gremory has a bishop by the name of Heinrich Cornelius Agrippa, who according to wikipedia died 1535. A good estimate of the end of civil war would be 1520-ish (I used a reddit comment as source for the data here). Therefore I'd like to set the start for my fanfic at 1528)
People were still feeling the after effects of the recently won civil war. The insane heirs of the four Maou clans were either dead or missing. Their ambitions of world domination crushed and another Great War averted.
Yet the price that had to be paid was tremendous. Out of 72 demonic pillars, less than twenty are still staying. The devil race may have been able to avoid a complete genocide, but a further decline in numbers was inevitable.
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In a small, yet clean and well furbished room of a rather impressive manor, the outlines of a child could be seen. The child was on a bed, shifting from side to side. Looking closer at it, he turned out to be a little boy, no older than ten. After many minutes of back and forth he finally seemed to settle on lying on his back.
It took some time, but eventually his eyelids started to flutter signaling the end of his uncomfortable slumber. Shortly after the fluttering turned into blinking, and finally into a dazed stare.
Without any warning a sharp pain run through his head. The pain was accompanied by a sharp intake of air and lead to him sitting up straight on the bed while supporting his head with his hand on his temple. A reflexive yet ultimately futile attempt to help against the pain.
"Argh. F*ck my head hurts. Just what happened last night," he wondered out aloud. Not even a second later he froze, his eyes widening to an almost comical degree. The young male found himself on his feet, looking around the room vigilantly.
"Who is there," he demanded coldly, completely ignoring the pain his head was giving him mere moments ago. The look on his face was definitely not something a ten year-old should be capable of.
It was similar to the expression of old war veterans, people who have seen and experienced a lot and are thus numbed towards many aspects of life.
Though it didn't hold up too well. Identifying the source of the voice as himself he was left dumbfounded. He just continued staying there, not really being able to comprehend why he sounded like a child until someone came into the room and finally snapped him out of his dazed state.
As the door flung open a rather distressed looking young woman came in. She was wearing a victorian style maid attire. The woman had an oval shaped face and beautiful reddish-brown coloured hair. Hazel coloured eyes, a cute nose and lovely pink lips. All in all she was in someone in the "cute" categorie of the word "beautiful".
Taking a quick look around the room she immediately zeroed onto the stunned boy. Ignoring his expression she rushed over and hugged him. His first instinct was to push the unknown woman away. But something stopped him from doing so.
It was a subconscious thing, making him not only trust her, but embrace the warmth she provided instead. It didn't take long for her to break into heartbreaking sobs and muttering, "what would I've done if I lost you too?"
Finding himself in this extremely awkward and uncomfortable situation all he could do was embrace her back and rub it while quietly reassuring her, "I'm alright. I won't be going anywhere".
This went on for a few minutes until his headache came back full force. It got so bad that he could barely hold onto his consciousness.
He knew that whoever this woman was, she'd go completely bonkers if he just fell over now. He quickly formulated a plan to get away from her.
It started with a fake yawn right into her ear followed by sleepy eye rubbing. The staggering that came from the pain made his play all the more convincing.
Seeing this she quickly asked "are you sleepy Ryuu". Seeing this as his chance he just nodded absentmindedly, making him look even more sleepy and somewhat adorable.
Not losing anytime the woman picked him and tucked him right in. Feeling the soft texture on his back he couldn't resist the call of darkness anymore and his concsiousness slipped away.
The young woman saw this and was more amused than worried. To her it just looked like a child forcing themselves to go over their limits and failing miserably resulting in a very cute situation.
She chuckled a bit and gave the boy known as Ryuu a loving kiss on his forehead before finally standing up and leaving the room reluctantly.
Before closing the door behind her she gave him one last look trying to make sure he's whether he's ok or not. Eventually she closed the door with a sigh.
Standing in the rather impressive looking hallway she came face to face with a beautiful girl; looking in her late teens with black hair, tied into twin tails and blue eyes, petite yet well endowed young woman. "Melissa is Ryuu-chan alright" she quickly asked with a rather anxious look on her face.
She was infact already swaying from side to side out of worry and impatience. One wouldn't expect that this young woman was one of the greatest combatants of her race.
Seeing the worried face of her employer and friend Melissa gave her a small smile "indeed thanks for asking. Though I didn't get the chance to ask him how he feels since he seemed rather sleepy. Thank you for worrying about my son, Lady Leviathan."
What followed was a long and relieved sigh from the petite woman now identified as Serafall Leviathan, formerly known as Serafall Sitri.
She was once the heiress of one of the 72 demon pillars of the underworld but after helping win the civil war she gave up on her birthright to take on the name of the fallen Satan Leviathan thus bringing some stability back into the underworld.
A young and talented female devil with a specialisation in ice magic and manipulation. Though her relieve quickly turned into a scowl. An aggrieved expression marred the face of the oh-so-cute Maou Leviathan (A/N: Maou - Demon King)
"MOU!~ I told you many times call me Sera-tan," the lively little Maou exclaimed. Melissa chuckeled in response to her friends antics.
She genuinely happy that her friend had found a way to overcome the depression all the bloodshed and loss brought her. (A/N: Magicial Girls weren't a thing shortly after the civil war)
The pain Serafall suffered, and still suffers is as bad as Melissa's loss of her husband during the early stages of the civil war. A bitter expression crept upon her face and tears started gathering in her eyes.
She stopped apruptly and swept them away, roughly. She couldn't allow herself to wallow in grief, after all she still has her child, a son who needs his mother.
Serafall seeing this decided not to comment on it. She clearly knew what was going through her friends head yet chose to ignore it out of respect for her.
"Meli-tan~! I'm hungry," Serafall clung to Melissa in a very childish manner and mimicked a temper tantrum. This once again made Melissa chuckle "as you wish, Sera-tan". While the two friends were lifting each others mood Ryuu was undergoing a rather surreal experience.
He suddenly found himself watching a child's birth from a third-person perspective. Giving all the weird shit that happened today he quickly came to the conclusion that he was watching "his" entry into the world. Which was both fascinating and disgusting.
After the rather traumatic experience of watching yourself being born everything started speeding up like a fast forward function.
Fortunately Ryuu still absorbed all the information and remember everything. He quickly learned his name, the identity of his parents and a realization of what kind of place he found himself.
"Of course," he said drily. "I'm in goddamn HighSchool DxD without any cheat and centuries before the birth of the main cast, how sad."
"HighSchool DxD" was something he was rather familiar with. Even as a part-time killer he had his youthful days and cravings and this series was one of his guilty pleasures. It had everything a young man would love. Supernatural powers, dragons, deities and boobs with the last one being the main focus.
"So I've become one of those "isekai" characters. The real question is how and why. I can't actually remember dying. I certainly don't remember meeting a R.O.B (A/N: Random Omnipotent Being) or having any wishes being granted.
I suppose being a devil qualifies as having a perk even if I'm just a common one. When Lucifer first used Lilith's flesh to create his armies he probably made common devils for 2 purposes: testing and stockpiling canon fodder or shock troops.
It is a rather sad thing that I probably have biological limitations placed on me, but imagine-based magic in combination with all the fiction character and their moves ingrained into my brain things might just turn out alright. Hehehe~ my last life was all kinds of disappointing. This time I'm gonna live on my terms!"
All of this served as the starting point of what would eventually be the most powerful, yet also most chaotic being in the entire multiverese.