CHAPTER 2

I slowly pick out a name.

Are you finished with your character sheet?

"yes." I slowly nod.

Character Creation ended. Selecting world.

Randomizing.

Randomizing.

Randomizing.

World Selected: Dxd.

Randomizing Start location.

"Very Hard" start selected. Race has been changed. You now have the ability to go back to your character sheet and change your character.

'huh?'

Randomizing house.

Randomizing.

Randomizing.

Randomizing.

Dual-House Selected.

I blink slowly and look back to my character sheet.

Family Name has been changed.

Name: Gaius Decarabia-Malthus

Level: 4

Class: Sorcerer

Race: Noble Devil

Gender: Male

Your sorcerer bloodline has been taken into account; your Decarabia Clan Trait has been altered.

Phoenix Bloodline erased.

Phoenix Traits added to Decarabia Clan Trait.

Hah?

Devils are powerful beings, far stronger than average humans with innate magic and other crazy abilities.

Noble Devil:

Racial Bonus: +2 to all stats.

Permanent 'Tongues' spell, Permanent 'Comprehend Languages' spell.

+2 to Perception, Bluff, Sense Motive, Diplomacy, Intimidate, and Knowledge Nobility.

'Devil Magic' ability.

Devil Magic:

You have a small pool of magical power which can be used to activate your clan abilities and allows you to cast ANY spell in the Sorcerer/Wizard spell list. when casting a spell in this manner, you must spend 1 point from your Devil Magic pool per level of the spell you cast, note: you must also be of the correct level to cast this spell. you have an amount of Devil Magic equal to 10 times your character level. You regain all of your Devil Magic after a long rest.

Devil Wings: You can call forth two large wings of black fire that grant you a fly speed of 60 feet per second. *Altered By Mutated Clan Trait

Vulnerable to Holy Magic, Light Magic, and any effects that duplicate the effects of either.

You take an additional 50% damage from holy or light sources.

"Oh... oh dear."

Due to your difficulty, we shall grant you a little backstory.

You are Gaius. Heir to both the Decarabia and Malthus clans, hundreds of years ago in the civil war, both clans were sadly rendered extinct... you were set to die, surrounded on all sides by assassins, however, in this iteration of the story, a temporal anomaly took you and your soon to be assassins and hurled you roughly 500 years to the future.

You will have to fight off 6 mid class devils, 5 of which are level 6, and the final is level 8

You will be given a +2 Sword of your choice and gain proficiency in wielding it due to your Malthus clan trait.

"Longsword."

Affirmative. Are you finished with character creation?

I swap out of couple spells, then let out a long sigh. "Yeah, I am."

Initializing insertion. For this difficulty, you have been granted 1000 Extra Electrum. Be prepared for combat. Please note, you will be granted a 10 second grace period of time stop to reorganize yourself.

A Quest has been received!

Quest forcibly minimized.

With a flash I find myself on a broken and battered road with tufts of grass unevenly sprouting from the ground, trees grow through buildings here and there, six figures are frozen around me, swords in hand, one has a magic circle in front of his hand, a shard of ice formed in front of it.

I cast two spells on myself, the first a mage armor, and the second a simple shield spell.

Invisible, weightless armor surrounds my torso as does a large round invisible shield which hovers around me.

I draw my sword and shift my stance, my eyes narrowing.

The devils suddenly blur forwards with roars.

My eyes narrow. "Fight me... if you're ready to die."

With an application of my demonic magic to cast the second level spell 'Cat's Grace' my speed practically doubles, two blasts of dark fire spew from my back as I jet forwards.

My strength and durability swiftly increase, Bull's Strength and Bears Endurance respectively, my blade lashes out, cleaving into the side of one of the devils as I blur past.

I maneuver around a spike of ice as another assassin lunges at me from behind.

Then the screaming starts...

Dozens of voices shout in shock, all out of my view.

I duck backwards with a flap of my new wings, narrowly avoiding a slash.

A beam of black and white shoots from my hand, smashing into the back of the guy I just moved past, he lets out a shout as he staggers forwards, his cloak burned as his back is charred.

One of the devils dive down at me, sword swinging downwards, he had apparently flown up into the air.

My eyebrow twitches as I am engulfed in flames, fire licks outwards in all directions as I lift a hand, two beams of fire strike him in the chest and blast him backwards, his skin is scorched and charred as I swing my blade forwards and behead him.

A knife deflects off my invisible barriers.

A wave of ice crashes into my body, causing me to wince as I am smashed thorough a nearby wall, blood spews from my mouth as my wounds ignite.

I cast a cold resistance spell and burst out of the rubble, letting out a roar of anger as I swing a hand outwards, one of the assassins are ingulfed in fire, the fire arcs towards two more in a line, but it weakest significantly and barely even scalds the last target.

A storm of ice needles pepper my body, but most are absorbed by my magic or are evaporated in my flaming aura.

I hurl out a hand, the horribly burned devil is pierced cleanly through the chest by a beam of fire, a second strikes his friend

My wounds begin to swiftly mend as I lunge to the side, barely avoiding a blast of water.

My offhand is cleaved off by an axe, a tendril of black fire sprouts from the stump as I whirl around and stab my blade into the devils throat, ripping it out with a spray of blood.

"Three down... three to go." I state as my arm begins slowly reforming.

The three remaining assassins cautiously observe me.

My eyes widen as I am forced to hurl my body out of the way of a spike of ice.

I am impaled from the left as the second assassin lunges forwards.

I grab his throat and ingulf him in fire that lashes out to the other assassin, I parry his slash, the fire jumps to him, scorching his body as I shove the other devil back, my sword flashes through the air and stabs the second assassin through the torso.

My fires are snuffed out abruptly, the fires at my elbow flickering like a candle's flame as I flinch

Blood drips from the corner of my mouth as the sword in my chest seems a little more life-threatening.

Frost creeps up my legs as the temperature drops, the remaining assassin pauses, spear of ice in his hands as his eyes widen, his breath comes out in misty gasps as his clothing begins to freeze.

"Dah dah dah! Tis I the miracle Levia-tan here to save the day from you foolish trouble makers!"

A girl bursts through the treeline, she has long black hair tied into twin tails and wears a pink magical girl outfit.

She slowly gazes across the clearing, eyes freezing on my pained expression, my armlessness and the sword in my chest.

A menacing pressure descends on the road.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" The woman seethes as she slowly turns to glare at the remaining man. "Hurting a child in this manner?!"

"Shit!" The devil curses as two wings appear on his back. "Nobody told me that damned Sitri general would be here!"

His lower body is ingulfed in ice, his wings shatter like glass as he screams in pain, the magical girl appearing behind him.

The fire on my arm is steadily growing outwards as my arm regenerates.

I grab the blade in my torso and pull it out, it clatters to the floor as the blood staining it turns to black fire and evaporates into smoke.

I fall into a seated position.

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