Chapter 1

the escape and

fuzzy memory's

disclaimer: I do not own High School DxD

"...up."

I didn't respond.

"... wake up."

"..."

"HURRYON WAKE UP."

I bolt up to my feet just in time to see a yellow spear land right where I was laying down, looking up, someone I didn't know said "Well well well, its been a while since I've been able to fight someone like you."

" who are you?" I responded.

"Oh, my apologies, my name is Crowgar, the fallen angel that's going to defeat you!" He yells, as he swoops down, hands extended. I dodge to the left. Crowgar seemed to be frustrated. "You know this would be a lot easier if you would stand still!"

I look around "(come on there must be something that I can use to defend myself with)." I think while dodging to the right. Then I see a fallen branch in front of a row of trees. "(Okay I need to get to that line of tees before he swoops at me again)."

"What are you planning boy?!" Crowgar yelled, as he charges up a spear to throw at me.

"Shit." I spat as I bolt for the branch.

As soon as I get to it, I turn my head and see that he's thrown 4 spears that are now embedded in the ground behind me. I pick up the branch and say "This should help me defend my self." The branch is 2 feet in length, 4 to 5 inches in diameter, and has 2 smaller broken branches on 1 side.

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over at the church

"Akeno" Rias said with a questioning tone after having just destroyed 2 of the 3 fallen angels that pissed her off.

"Yes Rias" Akeno said sensing something was off.

"I think we need to cut this short." Rias said disappointed at the fact that she wasn't able to terminate Kalawarner.

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Behind a tree, hidden from view.

"Few I escaped, I really need to get back to Azazel now." Kalawarner said , thankful that she set this up ahead of time.

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Back at the edge of a cliff in a clearing of trees.

I feel a pang in my hands, in a quiet voice I say "Ow, what the.." As I'm cut off by an unknown voice.

"Calm down kid, I am here to help." Said a man that sounded like he was in his late 30's "Open your left hand and say serpent's bite."

Reluctantly I do so "Sacred gear serpent's bite." To my surprise I see a armored gantlet on my left hand, its a satin black with emerald green highlights, and what looks like long white snake fangs encasing a dark blue orb in the center of the back of my left hand.

"Ha ha ha.. wait a minute, did you just say serpents bite!?" Crowgar said surprised at the fact that I was able to summon a sacred gear, back pedaling a little. "That one hasn't been seen in several millennia!"

"Oh really!" I say as I suddenly blast towards him. He tries to dodge but fails as I hit his right ankle.

"OWHOW, how do you have so much power!? Nobody warned me that id be up against Vargel the serpent of strength."

"Well isn't it obvious, you said it yourself! Strength man, strength!" I said as I start to build up power. It seemed to multiply my power by 10.

"Shit, what do I do!? Azazel said there would be a sacred gear here, he never said it was going to be powerful!" Crowgar says in fear with out realizing that he just let slip the name of his boss.

"Ohoh so who is this Azazel you speak of?" I say noticing the slip up.

He sighs. "God who am I kidding?" Crowgar says as he sits down on a nearby rock. "I'm always at the hind end of everyone's joke. I swear its like nobody even wants me there anymore, I used to be a well respected guy." He says regretting even coming out to retrieve the sacred gear.

"Hey man, you don't always have to get things done through fear and insults." I say trying to cheer him up, while also keeping my guard up.

Then a rock hits me in the back of my head, as I see Crowgar's eye's widen in shock as I fall to the ground, I here Crowgar say, "Why did you do that?! He was going to help me!"

That's when darkness rushes up to meet me as I start seeing images fly past my vision. Ones of people I may have cared about ones of a train and a suicide bomber, me trying to stop him and failing. Then feelings of anger, sadness, and a pain throughout my entire body, like I'm being stabbed through and torn apart.

3 hours later. I wake up gasping with a purple red and silver sword in hand at a mans neck. He visibly gulps. "Hello, my name is Azazel." He says as he carefully makes my arm go to my side. "I do not believe we've met."

credit to Yc4nuL for many ideas in this chapter.

I'm willing to take constructive criticism and questions alike.