chapter 1 The beginning of chaos part 1

Issei was not always the pervert that everyone knows, in his youth he was as innocent as a child, he was not brilliant or strong but the courage and loyalty that he showed caused a young Irina shidou to fall in love with a childish and immature love but love.

The two had been inseparable under the innocence of the child he never saw that and he saw as a brother which would be inseparable which he had to care for and respect but one day they had to be separated by his father who had to return to England, the children in his farewell full of tears and promises to meet again when they grow up the girl gave her a broken cross part that cross was simple and could buy an equal anywhere an unexpected treasure since it was the first thing that gave and broke like a child promise that the other party will return.

Adults amused by the action of the girl suspecting her feelings while her friend held her part firmly in his palm vowing to return a simple and broken cross that anyone would throw away became an invaluable treasure which both would keep their promise.

The days passed the sadness of the child it was never good to know new people he made a necklace with his part of the cross he spent sometimes watching her remembering his sad friend, his mother told him to go to the park to play so he could stop being sad for a while his parents thought that he would forget that necklace in a day or two and would return to be the animated issei that they loved so much but they noticed later than early that this if he affected this hoping that in the park he could get distracted.

That day in the park should be something that would change his life creating a harem king thanks to an old man who appreciated too much a part of the women's body but a small change a small inoffensive circle that accidentally appeared on purpose for an old man not so well deliberate.

Issei stood looking at the circle was intricate, three circles centered around an eight-pointed star. Some indecipherable language covered every inch of the circles, larger taps engraved in space circles between the star and the surrounding circle.

He could not take his eyes off the dark red circle for a moment, fascinated, before looking around to see if there was anyone else to confirm what he was seeing. There was no one. The park was completely silent, no insect or bird or choche creating noise. The mystical circle was welcoming, its obviously magical properties were clear to Issei. It was in which the disbelief and the belief in what was fantastic diminished. However, I still looked at the circle, a thousand scenarios running through his brain.

He almost turned around, running home or even making signs to strangers he was holding his cross with his hand harder by the terror that ran through him.

So concentrated was he on running away that he did not see the pebble in front of him and stumbled falling into the red circle, he got scared covering his face so he could not avoid falling into the red circle.

If he had not covered his face he would have seen the dull red that came out of the circle. before falling into unconsciousness

What I noticed was a white landscape. Panting, I look around the empty world where the circle had taken him. Before I could begin to panic, a voice cut the silence.

"Hey boy," she said, said a girl. Red eyes met his, and Issei almost shouted. In an explosion of unprecedented thought driven by adrenaline he realized that maybe shouting at a witch with katana would be a bad idea.

The witch in question was an imposing figure. His wide grin beneath his military cap reeked with malice. His outfit seemed less for witchcraft than for combat, he thought, a pristine red and uniform cloak, not to mention the katana, with the hilt up, on which he rested his gloved hands. His posture emitted an air of solemnity that demanded respect, demanded obedience, demanded fear.

"Do not be afraid," she said, which had the exact opposite effect. Issei could see him now, the witch cutting him to pieces with the sword, throwing the pieces of blood into a boiling cauldron. I should have walked away, I should have run. However, it was too late, he thought, he dropped to the ground and rolled himself into a ball.

He gritted his teeth, not wanting to accept that he was going to die but knowing that he would arrive anyway. His smiling parents came to his mind and warned him to stay away from dangerous objects and people.

"We're going to do great things together," said the girl, with a smile so powerful that it was audible. Issei moaned, tears streaming from his tightly closed eyes when he felt an icy grip on the back of his neck. He had no doubt who his hand was attached to his neck.

"But first, you have to do something with that body of yours," Issei listened to the witchcontinue while a second hand took hold of his neck.

His hands were colder than death, so frozen that it felt as if they were burning his skin. In fact, Issei was no longer sure if they were cold or hot. He was too busy screaming, his eyes forced to open by the intense pain.

"For a wonderful partnership!" she said. The once blank world burned, the fires of hell everywhere. A massive shadow loomed behind him, almost skeletal in appearance. He was ignored in favor of the new burning that took place in his left hand.

The pain in his neck seemed docile compared to the hell his arm and left hand felt. Issei writhed on the ground, tears dragging through the omnipresent fire that squeezed his arm. It felt as if his body was burning from the inside out. The pain was too hard to bear, and Issei fainted, falling into happy unconsciousness. The fires began to fade, until the landscape went blank once more.

Issei woke up with a start for the second time, lying face down on the floor. He raised his head and body, ordering his thoughts. With a scream, he pushed the floor all the way. His precious cross fell to the ground, falling from his gloved hand. Issei turned away from the muted red circle, his heartbeat quickening.

In some unknown instinct, his right hand reached down and pulled a shining katana from the scabbard beside him to face the magic circle. Issei felt more secure, until he realized that he had never worn a katana or worn one with him. He did not wear hats either, but he felt one's cloth tighten around his head.

With a practiced movement he had never practiced, Issei turned the curved blade to face the girl in front of him, he had a something similar to a short white yukata he had rarely seen one but never one so short or elegant but it gave a disturbing feeling with Something similar to a jacket on her the blue with white decorating it ending with her scarf her sword was almost her size but it looked natural was the opposite of the witch instead of fear it would bring calmness.

"Okita," the witch's voice echoed in Issei's head as he almost dropped the katana in shock.

The terror flood the young Issei his body moved against his will not letting go of the sword the other girl seemed in a similar state his body was moving but his face was scared preparing his sword gave the feeling that would attack even someone as he noticed. But he would not notice that he concentrated more on the reflection that his eye could see on the blade for a second seeing the witch but he looked younger but he did not see himself.

Both took a step to face when both bodies fell disappearing any weapon or threat both looked at each other with fear before overwhelming terror hit him starting to mourn the other quickly followed him making a scene of two girls wearing weird clothes crying making passersby avoid children as much as possible.