SUN EATER
Issei had meant for it to be heroic. Convincing the rest of his peerage to help was meant to have been the hard part. Go in, beat up some exorcists, punch a fallen angel in the face, save the girl. Things didn't start exactly as planned, but taking an extra level in badass and knocking half the crap out of Freed had provided enough for a flower of hope to blossom.
That hope was promptly crushed, broken and torn to pieces when he crashed into the basement, only to find Asia gasping for breath as Raynare ripped out her Sacred Gear.
Time seem to slow to a crawl. The sound of steel ringing out around him felt more and more distant, even if the conflict was just as close, if not closer. Raynare putting the Gear on her fingers like a grisly trophy seemed completely alien and unreal. All he could focus on was Asia's cold, unbreathing corpse as the angel threw it, limp and unmoving, into a crude pile at his feet. Gibbering, his mind went blank and numb as he took her body back up, just begging her to not die.
His pleas fell on deaf ears.
The fallen followed him, laughing with every step she took. Once, or twice, or more, Yuuto or Koneko would land a hit on her, breaking bone or tearing flesh. Each time, she would just laugh and twiddle her fingers. Twilight Healing meant that those wounds were nothing to her, and she made sure they knew it.
It was that smug superiority on her lips that finally made him snap. A bestial roar escaped his lips, and he charged. He had no strategy, though. Raynare was a trained killer, and his combat experience was minimal at best. Besides, Twilight Healing again made the impact of those injuries marginal. He was losing, and losing badly.
He couldn't let it go, though. He couldn't pull back. What she had done was unforgivable. Too many emotions were calling out. Disgust. Loathing. Hatred.
He would destroy her, no matter what it took.
That can be arranged.
His mind twinged at the unexpected voice, and he barely dodged a light spear flying towards his face. What…
I am your Sacred Gear. Call me forth. Unleash Oblivion.
His rational mind called some of that into question, but the rest suppressed it. Destruction. That was what he wanted. Sense flew out the window, and he let every urge calling for annihilation to sweep into him, unchecked.
He was rewarded with a strange feeling in his arm. He looked, to see his right forearm, covered by a thick metal gauntlet, though not as heavy as it looked. It had no colour to speak of, instead polished to a pure, gleaming silver, shining even in the darkest nights. In his palm sat an ominous green sphere, almost gem-like, glowing as if filled with liquid; several pipes crawled upwards from the back of his hand, carrying the same glow.
"So you can manifest your Sacred Gear? Wonderful. Won't save you from death." He swore. The curiosity had dampened his emotions and reflexes, and he'd lost focus. Another light spear rushed towards his gut, and he knew he couldn't dodge it.
Typical. Mortal beings, playing with forces you would never understand. It would have been better if you had never developed souls in the first place.
Abruptly, the spear seemed to disintegrate just as it came close to his skin. He staggered back in shock of simply being alive. Raynare was similarly stunned. "What? How did you…"
Let us end this. Gauss Flayer.
The glow of the gemstone seemed to double in intensity, and the pipes started fluctuating, as if there really was liquid moving within them. Sensing something decisive was about to happen, he pointed his palm towards the fallen angel, for a baleful green beam to shoot out and engulf her.
For a moment, it looked like nothing was happening. Raynare even attempted to laugh. Then she realised what was happening, just as he noticed the same.
It had been subtle at first, but small scraps of skin were detaching from her flesh to just… disappear. Starting slowly at first, soon entire patches were falling off, revealing yellow fat and bloody flesh underneath. She didn't even bleed, as the blood that dribbled out vanished long before it hit the floor. It was slow and brutal, and completely impossible to feel; the nerve endings that would feel the pain disappeared with the skin. At some point, she began screaming, but those were quickly silenced as her lungs too began to fade.
Proteins were torn to molecules, molecules were broken into atoms, atoms to quarks, before even those quarks were nothing more than photons in the wind. There was no other way to put it. Raynare was dissolving.
He almost blanched. He'd wanted her to die, but this… this had not been what he'd expected. Shock and stupefaction went through his mind. It was not a good way to die. He almost felt sympathy for her. Almost.
As Raynare was reduced to less than less than dust, he turned back to the gauntlet on his arm. "What… what are you?"
He hadn't expected a response, but he received one anyway.
I am the Void Dragon. I am Mag'ladroth.
A/N: I will admit that I am not especially well-acquainted with the DxD franchise. The premise is very unique and interesting (demons are cool, angels are nice, dragons are awesome), I watched the first episode of the anime and concluded it was not to my liking. There is such thing as too much nudity.
With that said, after reading some fanfiction here, this plot bunny popped into my head, and refused to stay unwritten. Hence, with the thanks of Wikia, I wrote it. Please excuse any inconsistencies with canon.
This will probably remain as a short one-shot for the foreseeable future, largely because after writing this, I have no idea where to take this next. If something pops up, or this proves exceedingly popular, I'll write more, but don't hold your breath.