How to be a Devil (High-school-DXD)
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. All the characters' designs, called names and places mentioned belong to their respective owners.
=[How to be a Devil]=
Act I: Dead Life
The sound of sirens seemed to stop abruptly, and the red and blue blazing light they emitted contorted, distorted, and blurred into the fiery background. Shouting came from people along the side of the road filled with dangerous shrapnel and twisted metals. Many of them were being told to stay back by those that knew the inherent danger of the current situation. There were sobbing, crying here and there, but most sounds were no longer discernable – at least to me.
I knew this was the end, and the terrifying blackness had begun invaded the corners of my vision. At the center of my focus was the little blond-haired girl looking up at a silver-haired man, and pointing a finger at me. The young man gave her a firm nod and planted his eyes – those bizarre looking eyes, noticeable silvery in color – at my direction. With an emotionless expression, he leaned down and picked up a book that was sitting lonely amongst the broken debris. I recognized that book instantly. It was the novel that I had just brought in a local bookstore on my way home.
It was mine! I hadn't even had the chance to read it yet. That was a blatant lie – sorry. I did read through it. In fact, I had read through it several times before I purchased it just like the previous volumes, housed in one of my many bookcases. I wanted to read it again, and again, and again. I wanted to commit every word to memory. Was that weird for a dying person?
He held up the book with one hand, letting me see the cute red-haired girl illustrated in front cover and mouthed me something. Even at such distance, I swore I could hear his voice loud and clear. It was as if he was sitting next to me, speaking directly into my ears without any obstruction. What did he asked me exactly? Ah yes – he asked me what I desired most in this moment.
The answer was no brainer. In my dying moment, I wanted to live – obviously. And continue to live into ripped old age, surrounded with all the manga and anime that I love – I mean all people that I… fine I'm an otaku.
I have friends, you know. Lots and lots of friends! Girlfriend too – maybe one day soon… shut up!
There were still many things I wanted to do, so many manga I wanted to read; so many anime I wanted to watch. Why… was this happening to me? Oh, that right, I decided to play hero and pushed the girl out of an incoming truck without thinking. It crashed into me before plowing into several cars, forming a pile up. That girl didn't even thank me for my sacrifice. She just stared at me impassively. And here, I thought she would be one of those girls I had read so much about. I guess reality was different. Reality sucked big time. How I wish I could live in that world…
My vision soon faded. The last thing I saw was staring at the upheld novel, wishing to live in that world – a world with angels and devils. Darkness soon enveloped me. I finally died, my mangled body bleeding out onto the asphalt. Sorry mum. Sorry dad. Sorry for being such a failure.
"Even if it was unnecessary, a selfless deed will not go unrewarded," a calming voice echoed, rippling in the blackness. It was that silvery-haired man. "You wish to live in this book? It is not a hard thing to do, and it is well within my ability to grant it."