Chapter 2

"Dragonslayer magic, dragon magic, devil magic, holy power, senjutsu, etc. Shove me in a time chamber and I'll learn all of them, even if it takes me a thousand years."

Ted was smiling to his ears now.

"That's it! You're the one! I choose you! I choose you!"

Before Igor could even properly react, he noticed his surroundings suddenly shift to a white expanse of space. In front of him stood Ted, who was looking at him like the sexiest thing on wheels…a muscle car.

Ted ran forward and grabbed his shoulders.

"Igor! Words can't even BEGIN to describe how happy I am! Eighty years and ten timelines later, I've finally found the perfect transmigrator!"

"Ted I-"

Igor couldn't even get a word in before Ted continued.

"Nope. I am not giving you a chance to back out. Not after this long. So off you go! Enjoyyyy your isekai!"

"Wai-"

Again, before he could speak, he was suddenly poofed out of existence by a very happy Ted.

"FINALLY! I can meet my wives again!"

|DxD|

1991, September 6th (Fri), Forests of Kuoh, Kuoh Town, Japan

Deep in the forests of Kuoh, Igor suddenly appeared in a small clearing. But unlike his fourteen-year old self, this time he was younger. Much, much younger.

He briefly looked around before closing his eyes and took deep breaths. Each time, he was going through his senses.

[So Ted was some entity that had the power to reincarnate me.]

He took in another breath.

[And from how he talked, it seemed as if he was searching for someone worthy, which means me.]

He breathed out.

[This would explain why for the past six months, he was adamant on us reading dxd.]

He breathed in, veins bulging on his forehead in steadily increasing anger.

[But to be taken with so suddenly?!]

He was tempted to scream his lungs out in rage. And he almost did, were it not for the voice of Ted suddenly popping into his head.

[Sup Igor! You like your body? I reverted you back to when you were four-years old. I gotta say, you were cute as hell a ki-]

"Ted!!! What. The. Fuck?!"

[Ooooooh! You swore again! You actually swore twice in one day! Goodness gracious what would your father say?]

"THAT'S THE FUCKING POINT! YOU TOOK ME FROM MY FAMILY!"

Ted wasn't affected at all by Igor's rage. But his tone did lower a bit as he spoke bashfully.

[Yeaaaaah…about that. *Cough*. Your family is dead. Your father, mother, and younger brother already died.]

"..."

Igor closed his eyes. He appeared calm but the way veins were bulging on his arms indicated otherwise.

"Ted."

His voice came out cold.

"Did you-"

[No no no no no no no! Not at all! Do you take me for a murder hornet?! Jeez Igor. Show lil 'ol Teddy some trust.]

"..."

[Okay, listen. Your family was already set to die anyway. Yours, Jimmy's, Johnny's, and Matt's. All your families were going to die one way or another within five-years. I won't say much about the others but your family is actually a big mafia group in Europe. Your father "escaped" the life back in eighty-seven and fled to America. He met your mom and then in ninety-four, you were born. Some time passes, yadda yadda yadda, and like a cliche movie, his past catches up to him. The new leader of the Dimori Syndicate aka, his younger brother, didn't want anyone challenging his position. Although your dear daddy fled, he still possessed the title of "first-born". Long story short, younger brother was paranoid and decided to track your father. In two-thousand-and-eight, which is today, your dear daddy is tracked down and a bunch of mafia goons wait until night time to gun down your entire family, including you if I didn't bring you here.]

Silence…

"You're lying…"

It took all of his strength for his voice to not waver.

"...right?"

[Not this time blondy. I've seen this happen nine times already. Everytime without fail, your family is gunned down during dinnertime.]

"..."

Drip…Drip…

Igor wanted to refute his claims. He wanted to believe that Ted was lying. There was a part of him that believed that Ted was manipulating him. But there was one thing that made him believe Ted. Although his father had fled Italy, he never changed his last name out of pride. This means that if someone looked hard enough, they would eventually track him down. If Ted is to believed, then it truly was a matter of time before…everyone died.

Holding back his tears, Igor clenched his fists.

"So what now?"

[What now? Well nowwwww….youuuuu…TRAAAAIIIIIN! Unleash your youth with your brand new hyperbolic time chamber where one year equals ten year's worth of training! PLUS, I added in the lifespan feature you wanted. No need to thank me mortal.]

Igor was quiet for a while, symphony of cricket chirps and rustling leaves filling the clearing. 

"FUCK YOU TED!"

He stormed off to only the gods knew where.

[Wait wait wait wait wait, Igor! Don't you like the time chambe-]

"MY FAMILY IS DEAD YOU BASTARD!!!"

The tears were running freely now. All attempts at holding them back before were rendered completely null. With his eyes covered in a curtain of tears, he stumbled on an exposed root and smashed his head onto the trunk of a tree.

Gu!

"FUCK!!!"

Rubbing his forehead, he carried on walking at a brisk, angered pace. Meanwhile, Ted continued to try and calm Igor.

[Families die all the time Igor. I don't get why you're so bummed out really.]

Igor came to an abrupt stop, his eyes covered by the fringes of his golden hair.

"Send me back."

[Huh?]

"Send me back!!!"

[Sorry bud. I can't-]

"You have to!!!! You have to send me back!!!"

Anger seeped into Ted's voice.

[And you'll do what?!]

"I'LL KILL THEM ALL!!!"

[WITH WHAT STRENGTH?!]

"..."

Igor flopped down onto his knees and began to sob uncontrollably. The realisation that even if he was to be sent back to earth, there would be nothing he could do.

[*Sigh*. Listen here blondy. You're weak and pathetic. Even if I could send you back, you wouldn't be able to do anything to those hitmen. You haven't trained in any sort of martial art and you barely know how to fire a gun. Your physique is shit and your mentality is piss poor as well, seeing as you're losing your shit just from finding out your family d-]

"But-"

[SHUT UP! YOUR FAMILY IS DEAD AND THERE'S JACK SHIT YOU CAN DO TO REVERSE THAT! INSTEAD OF WHINING LIKE A BITCH, LIVE ON AND GET STRONGER BECAUSE IF YOU DON'T, YOU'LL CONTINUE TO LOSE PEOPLE!]

"I-"

[MAN THE FUCK UP-]

"AND YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

There was silence for a while before Ted spoke.

[Well…will you look at that. Looks like Blondy here does have a spine. Telling an entity that can switch timelines like underwear, look fifteen yet be older than your entire lineage and transport you across the multiverse…to shut the fuck up?]

Igor clenched his teeth in silence, before wiping the tears with his forearm.

"Yeah…shut the fuck up, Ted."

His gaze was steely, his will unwavering. Igor didn't care anymore. His family's dead anyway and he has no one here to care about. He's got nothing left to lose. Even if Ted kills him, it would be the same as release.

But instead of feeling unimaginable pain, he only heard Ted's laughter resound throughout his mind.

[HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YES!!! THAT IS THE LOOK OF A MAN! THOSE EYES OF STEEL!!! IF I WASN'T SURE BEFORE…then I'm certainly sure now. Blondy-no. Igor von Dimori. You have lost everyone you love and everything you've ever known. You are stuck in a world that gives zero fucks about your grief. All the plot armour is hogged by Hyoudou and there's no magical beast in your belly to save you in a pinch. You can bitch, moan, and complain all you want but the world will still revolve and no one will come and console a snot-nosed brat like you. You have no tits that you can use to gain sympathy and no cunt to sell your way to the top. All you have are your fists that you can use to forge a path forward and your pride as a man to keep you sane. Because if you don't, you will get killed sooner or later.]

He let the words sink in and simmer within Igor's brain before continuing.

[So I ask you. Are you ready to train for a thousand years like you said you would, or were those just empty words from a pansy.]

Silence…

*Sniff*

Standing up, Igor's gaze became resolute. It was as if a burden had been taken off his shoulders. At this moment, his eyes showed not the gaze of an innocent teenager…but that of a budding man.

"Don't call a son of Dimori a pansy."