A Hunger for Blood and Magic - DxD

I've always wanted to transmigrate or reincarnate into a fantasy world, you know? It must be in the top 5 wishes of every self-respecting internet connoisseur.

Well, it just happened to me.

I didn't get to wake up in another body with a system nor did I meet the esteemed Truck-sama or his ever adorable daughter Jump-chan.

No.

I died suddenly with no explanation (like any self-respecting transmigrator, really), found myself face to face with a humanoid entity that seemed to be made out of darkness and promptly proceeded to scream like the little bitch that I am.

No soul-rending discussion ensued, no praising of my ever-enlarging karma pole, and certainly no confession of love from a lovable, albeit creepy, stalker god that's been following me for most of my life.

No, said darkness proceeded to grab my soul face like one would grab a particularly squishy fruit and thoroughly yeeted me across the vast expanse of the void.

I didn't even get to enjoy the pleasure of flight through what I assume was a place that held no gravity because not long after my yeetage I felt as if I punctured something.

Then, I was gone.

But not before hearing a groan, a sigh, and the first and last words of the entity.

"Haa, fucking timely-wobbly diddly bullshit"

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Now, I won't describe how going through the voids new me-sized gaping a-hole felt like, no, that's a tale for my therapist, poor sod.

Luckily, the experience didn't last long and the next thing I knew I was flying, or rather, falling at what my lizard brain presumes was maximum soul velocity. My human brain was busy shitting its metaphorical pants.

'Well, I probably won't die since there must be a reason why I'm suddenly on a journey of colliding self-discovery with mother earth.' I thought to myself, willing to believe that maybe everything will turn out to be ok.

'Yeah, I'll be fine' I calmed down, beginning to enjoy the journey.

'Unless… unless this is some sort of inter-dimensional basketball and that inky motherfucker just wanted to score a three-pointer. Fuck.' and now I was panicking once again.

I did some coping mental gymnastics and decided to rely on the good old coin toss. Fifty percent I get something good out of this or fifty percent I was used as a cosmic basketball.

I chose to believe in the second option. Hey, don't look at me like that, expect the worst, and life's gut-punch will feel different. It will still hurt like a bitch but she was an expected bitch and you at least had the time to make yourself look good on camera.

The ground was approaching, and fast, so I decided to at least see the place where I would be making my debut. And I saw it.

'Look at that subtle coloring, the tasteful curves on it. Oh my god, it's even surrounded by sea.' I marveled at the absolute unit with which I was about to have an encounter of the 1st degree.

It was

'JAPAN!'

Yes boys and girls, I was heading straight to the land of culture. If I died, at least I died with dignity.

Still falling at terminal velocity, I was coming closer and closer to the ground and nothing special was happening.

'It seems my story ends here, huh, guess it's time for a long and in-depth introspective on my life and ho-WAIT A FUCKING SECOND, is tha-'

My self psychological evaluation was interrupted by one of the best things a transmigrator could see: a dead/dying kid in the middle of a forest.

'Classic move your inky majesty, classic move' I thought, looking at the body. I mean, a discarded nobody in the middle of nowhere? How more CN cultivation style can you get? I tell you how, a discarded nobody in the middle of nowhere with a marriage contract to a buxom beauty from an old clan that's how, but we'll see to that later.

As I was coming closer and closer to an intimate moment with the ground it was becoming clearer that I would still maintain my chances of first becoming a true and blue motherfucker before becoming an earthfucker. Yea, It was clear that the body was my target.

'Let's inspect the goods.' I thought as I was approaching my target.

'Hn'

Young - check

Bloody - check

Tattered clothing - check

An arm bent at an awkward angle - double check

Unique hair color combo, half black, half blonde - check and check. It's usually black and white but hey, who am I to color shame.

'Houston everything checks out, we're going in deep'

I was moving closer and closer to to the body until…

*Bam*

I feel right into it and everything went black.

A single word passed through my mind before I blacked out.

'REVENGE'

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A.N

Hey guys, this is the first chapter of my first ever fic. I know it was short and I'm sorry.

This story is more of a ground for me to try and find my own style of writing and how to go forward with it so expect some changes and switches down the line.

I will most certainly switch between 1st and 3rd person POVs until I find a style that best matches my writing so don't get confused if it gets switched. I might end up doing only one of them or both, depending on feedback and personal preference.

Feedback is wanted and appreciated but if you wanna say it sucks, please state the reason why so that I may improve.

Ciaossu.