Life as a Bloodsucker in DxD

(3rd Person: POV)

In a densely populated forest sits an immense castle, which is surrounded by fortifications on all its side.

The surrounding area outside of the castle grounds is littered with paved streets, simple homes, luxurious mansions, and of course the most important thing for an area such as this.

People.

The the area is flooded with people. People of all ages and races.

But these people are not ordinary.

Most if not all of these people have pointed ears, impossibly beautiful faces, clear porcelain-skin, and blood red eyes.

And almost all of them have real fangs sitting in their mouths.

Signifying that most of these people can only be one thing.

Vampires.

Making this small community a place owned and run by vampires.

In one of the training grounds of the castle, a young boy of eight-years old is standing alone.

He has short dark-blue hair and matching eyes, and he is wearing a neutral expression on his face. Despite the activity he is preforming.

This young man is dressed in a tracksuit, and is swinging a wooden sword back and forth in a repeated motion, all of his focus on this single action. He is acting as if his life depended on him swinging his sword perfectly.

And that one mistake could cost him his very life.

"Six hundred ninety-eight, six hundred ninety-nine, seven hundred." The young said each time he swung his wooden sword.

Then once he reached seven hundred he stopped swinging his blade and took a deep breathe.

While the young man did this he didn't notice a figure enter into the courtyard and approach him from behind.

This figure is a female.

They are also short.

The females height is only 145 cm. Not only that they are as flat as a board.

Even so this female has a magical beauty to her. Deep red eyes, smooth and silky pink hair, which are arranged in two pig tails, and a sensual grace in her steps that would make some women question their own sexuality.

Also the woman's eyes hold an age to them that shouldn't be there, given that she looks like a 13 year old girl.

Suffice it to say, this woman is not ordinary in the slightest.

Oh and as for her attire, she is wearing a sleeveless black dress, with separated black arm sleeves, and black heeled boots that go just above her knees.

The woman managed to sneak up on the boy from behind. And once she did she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a fierce hug.

But even so the boys expression did not change in the slightest.

He simply turned his head and looked at the woman. "Hello mother." The boy said.

That's right. This teenage looking girl is the boy's mother.

The woman pouted upon hearing her son's response. "Mu, Kufa that's not how you're supposed to react."

"Then how am I supposed to react mother?" The boy now named Kufa asked.

"You're supposed to be scared. Jump up in fright. Then I will laugh at you for being a scaredy cat." The woman explained to her son.

"Yeah, no thanks." Kufa said to his mother, looking at her with a deadpan expression.

"Whatever." The woman mused.

She then released her son and took a step back from him. "So anyway, I saw your form. It's looking good."

"Of course. I am training everyday." Kufa mused, putting a slightly smug expression on his face.

Right after he did his mother kicked him in the chest, sending him flying into the wall.

A few seconds after this happened Kufa picked himself out of the wall and dusted off his tracksuit, no injuries at all across his entire body.

Once he was out Kufa glared at his mother. "What the hell was that for?!" He shouted.

"That smug expression you were making was pissing me off." Kufa's mother answered. "It seems you need to be reminded that you are still nothing but an ant in this world." She raised her hand in his direction and made a "bring it on" motion with her hand, putting a small smile on her face as she did so.

Seeing this Kufa nodded. "Alright you asked for this." He told his mother. His appearance then began to change. A white aura surrounded Kufa's body and his eyes changed from dark blue to a light blue, almost white. Not only that but Kufa's hair turned white and grew out past his shoulders all the way to his mid-back.

Ice also began forming under Kufa's feet.

When Kufa's transformation was complete he charged at his mother. "Today is the day you fall old woman!" He shouted.

Kufa's mother gained an anime tick mark on her head at her son's statement. "Oho, I see you have chosen death." She mused.

She then charged at her son, a new fury in her eyes from his statement about her age.

Since she is older than she looks.

By a lot.

As is the norm between them mother and son came to blows. And as usual mother beat son's as black and blue.

The battle was over in five minutes.

When it was Kufa was lying on his back covered in brusies, having reverted back to his previous form.

Meanwhile his mother was standing over him, dusting off her hands with a victorious smile on her face.

Several guards rushed into the training grounds upon hearing the commotion, but after seeing what was in front of them they all simply sighed.

For they were all used to seeing this sight.

"Looks like young master Kufa spoke about lady Krul's age again."

"Is he ever going to learn?"

"Probably not. Given how similar in personality he and lady Krul air. Despite his usually expressionless face."

As the guard's commented on the mother and son fight like usual Krul turned to face them.

When they did they immediately fell silent, and then all of them dropped to one knee to show Krul their respect.

She is their leader after all.

"Rise." Krul commanded.

The guards rose.

"Please take my idiot son to his room." Krul said. "That is all." She spoke.

She then turned and started walking out of the training grounds.

Meanwhile the guards moved over to Kufa and picked him up. Getting ready to take him to his room.

Just as their leader instructed.

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(MC: POV)

The guards laid me down gently on my bed.

Once they did the quietly left the room, closing the door behind them.

I really appreciate that.

Especially since my ears are still ringing. My mother sure doesn't pull her punches. Even though I'm a kid and her own son.

I think she actually enjoys beating me up a little.

Well she better watch out. In no time at all I'll catch up to her, and then we'll see whose laughing.

But man, even after eight years in this new life I still can't believe what the reincarnation god did.

She has a really strange sense of humor.

I say this because in this new life of mine I am a dhampir. Meaning I am half human and half vampire.

Not only that, but I've learned enough about this world to know that I have been reincarnated into the world of Highschool DxD.

Over the years my mother has grumbled the names Azazel and Odin several times, calling them perverts.

And if that wasn't enough to convince me I was in DxD, learning that I have a sacred gear sealed the deal.

Yes, that's right. I have a sacred gear.

When I was five years old and began my training to control my vampiric nature my mother detected a foreign energy deep inside me when I was learning to control and manipulate shadows, just like all vampires and dhampirs in DxD can do.

After some analyze she informed me that it was a sacred gear, which made me jump for joy.

Sacred Gears are cheat codes in DxD after all. If one has enough willpower, imagination, and strength then they can turn their sacred gear into something unbelievable.

One just has to look at all the Longinus possessors in the original series to see just how broken sacred gears really are. There is also those of the hero faction, who created irregular balance breakers for their sacred gears.

So yeah, having a sacred gear is one of my tickets to the top.

But I'm not arrogant enough to just rely on that.

While sacred gears are strong, there are beings out there that can crush sacred gear users like they are nothing at all.

Rizevim being a prime example.

His ability [Sacred Gear Canceler] is a fucking cheat of cheats.

Because of this and many other threats out there I am training everything about myself. My sacred gear, my physical strength, and all my vampiric powers.

Because in this new life I plan to live for a long time, and enjoy everything it has to offer.

That's why I'll destroy anything and everything that gets in my way of doing that.

They will get no mercy from me.

Because this isn't anyone else's story, no it's mine.

And I don't plan to let it be fucked up by a dickless pervert who has some mental fixation with breasts or a dirty old man who gets his rocks off trolling the entire world.

Getting out of my bed I walked over to my window and looked up at the full moon. I then put a smile on my face, licking my fangs as I did so.

This new life certainly won't be boring. Not by a long shot.

Looks like I finally got the wish I always wanted.