The young man perched on top of the residential complex sighed as he observed the situation below him. Right now he was on the verge of a headache, his instincts screaming at him to go and do something but reason telling him to just ignore it and disappear into anonymity. He could feel the Charisma on his left hand acting up already.

"Goddamn it man why do these things keep happening to me? All I want to do is live a normal life..." memories of a pink-haired girl who seemed to be a couple of years older than him, smiling in what seemed to be an encouraging manner flashed through his mind as he wiped away the tears from his eyes, "get a job, maybe even have a family...then" A mental video of what appeared to be a well-dressed bureaucrat, an arrogant smirk pasted on his otherwise emotionless face doing what appeared to be a broadcast in a crowded city then played in his mind. "I've always been very punctual, never missed a day in any of the many jobs I've done despite all the shit that seems to come my way these days. But in the heat of the moment, when it really matters most, I can't make it."

His shaggy black hair swayed and straightened into upward spikes, two of the spikes forming a shame similar to rabbit ears as his slitted blue eyes glowed with an unearthly light, becoming a ethereal yellow with a crude symbol resembling a cross replacing the pupil. Sparks of bright yellow lightning flashed and crackled across his body as its very form began to change,radiating with a dull red hue.

"Somebody please, help me!"

You better not make me regret this.

"WRRAUGH!"

The primal grow split the night, causing the man who had been eyeing the girl lecherously to lose focus of his target and draw for a knife. "Who's out there? If you know what's best for you you'll walk away and maybe even live to see another day. But if you decide to be dumb enough to try and be a hero…" his grin got even wider as he turned around, only to receive an electrically coated left hook that sent him spiraling to the ground, his face embedding itself into the ground as he came to a stop.

"I'll end up dead. Am I wrong?"

Orachaco Uraraka, a commoner girl whose only blessing at the moment was her 'curse' to make things 'float' wasn't really a believer in the supernatural. Years of constant abuse to her family at the hands of the Kazuko (nobility) along with all the disadvantages of being of low birth had slain whatever hope she had in religion.

But what she was witnessing at the moment was slowly changing her mind. What appeared to be a Yōkai from the traditional folk tales she used to read in elementary school, normally a representative of evil and renowned bigotry, was engaged in a fierce battle with the man who would have taken her innocence and possibly her life if he had gotten his way. When the would-be rapist pulled out what appeared to be a pistol and blasted the thing preventing him from getting to his target, fear creeped into her heart. She had closed her eyes in anticipation of what would happen next when she heard the the sound of flesh being ripped apart and then more gunshots. Then she felt what appeared to be a rough hand on her light brown hair.

"Are you okay?"

The short brunette screeched and quickly moved away from the voice, causing the person to groan softly. "Look little girl I'm not your enemy. The man who was about to take your innocence..he's..." it was obvious the person was having problems using a euphemism to properly express what happened. "gone, for lack of a better term. I'm not supposed to do this...if the law gets here and finds me with you around it'll open up a can of worms that'll make even the Roosevelt scandal during the Taiheiyōsensō look like child's play. Can you get up?"

Uraraka nodded and slowly got up to her feet, eyes still closed in fearful anticipation.

"The cops will be here soon. Leave as soon as you can, and if you get questioned, I was never here,"

The soon to be first year was already running as the words came out of the person's mouth, blaring sirens barely audible in the distance.

(The Next Day)

A bespectacled young man in a school uniform was talking in a somewhat hurried manner on his cellphone while discreetly observing another student who seemed to be on a regular date.

"Alright, alright ojisama I know I dropped the ball. Big time," While doing his scouting he lost focus and scuffled his foot on the concrete, causing his tail's date to look briefly in his direction. After a few minutes she turned her attention back to her partner, causing the fellow student surveying them to let out a sigh of relief. "but I promise I'll tell you when I've got the time okay? It's just that I'm currently..." he could feel the tension in his left hand as he struggled to keep himself invisible to his targets. "I'll call you later, Oyama-sama,"

The beep of the call ending was muffled by the sound of him putting it into his pocket.

Meanwhile the couple, blissfully unaware that they were being watched were busy getting to know each over a casual meal and dessert. The girl was slowly feeling remorse for what she would have to do to her date when this was over, while the guy was too busy thinking about how lucky he had gotten this time. After a few minutes had passed the girl stared deeply into her date's amber eyes, tears flowing like a waterfall as she prepared the potion that would separate them permanently.

"Issei-kun." The sorrow in the girl's heart seeped through into her voice as she slowly prepared the spell.

"What is it Yuma-san?"

"I don't know how to say this...and I really don't want to..." the stalker in the background slowly inched forward, waiting for an opportunity to strike. "but..."

"ISSEI! SHE'S NOT WHO SHE CLAIMS TO BE! GET AWAY FROM HER NOW!"

The girl gasped as she saw the mysterious figure emerge from the shadows, lightning crackling around his body. Then her eyes narrowed, before she got up and summoned a spear, her form changing to a more older, voluptuous one as two crow-like wings emerged from her back.

"If you want him you you're going to have to get through me first you devil bastard!" the assailant frowned at the derogatory term, then shrugged it off as a casual slang for his 'gift' as the bringer of death to the monsters that now plagued Japan as he smirked. "If it means ridding the world of your pathetic kind, with pleasure,"

A battle between two supernatural beings, one a miracle of modern science used as a clean-up man for the greed and apathetic monstrosity of humankind that grew unfettered by the great judge of time and became a abomination that wishes to bring the entire world down with it, the other a fallen messenger of light condemned to death by a greedy superior had just begun in this park. And only one would leave alive no matter what else happened in the end.