AN This fanfiction will be about a character i have created and it will contain a lot less boobs then the actual series as it will be through his eyes not Issei's i hope you enjoy. remember to review please. and no i am not ending my Smallville fanfic i just watched allot of this recently and wanted to start my own story about it :p.

Chapter 1 A Vengfull dawn

A lone soul wandering, searching for its purpose afraid of becoming what it seeks to destroy still it searches trying to find something to give its existence meaning whether it be a belief, a person, an item or even a soul mate. Only time would reveal what would give him a reason to live.

Clad in buster Armour a sacred gear which when activated surrounds the wielder with demonic chain-mail black as the darkest nights with heavenly gold plates on the chest and shoulders which shone like the brightest star illuminating all shadows that tried to infest the wielder these plates where embedded with blood cross's said to keep the blood pure even when infected with the most deadly of Poisson's all of this makes the wielder resistant to holy demonic and poison's weapons alike. The offensive capability of this gear where two 1.5 meter long blades that came out of the arm plates when needed. One was made of a heavenly alloy allowing the user to obliterate army's of demons, the other was made of the darkest alloys of the demon world making angles quiver just being in its presence. A helmet can be formed which is heavenly gold like the plates that surround the chain mail with a blood red visor in the shape of a cross similar to the plates themselves. but right now the helmet was removed the boys short oak brown hair was exposed to the night sky.

This boy was a mystery to all who saw him, who would walk around in Armour like that. he seemed to be searching for something or someone, what it was no one knew but him and he would never let others get hurt trying to help him, this was his burden to carry no one else and he would carry it to the grave.

"So what do we have here a holy man dressed in demonic Armour, naughty naughty what would the lord think of you so openly using tools from hell!"

A woman of similar age to the boy glided down majestically behind him a pair of wings darker then that of a crow trailing behind her. The boy was unfazed he even smiled amused at her assumption of him that just because he bore the cross that meant that he was a servant to god.

"I need not answer someone who has fallen as far as you have angle but I will humor you. You see I bear the cross to symbolism the fact that I carry a great burden just as Jesus carried his cross when he was crucified but i am not a servant of god, instead i rid the world of those that he will not as he is to fair and i do this against his will and do not ask for forgiveness as forgiveness will not be given for someone that dose what I do. But still i do this in order to protect others from my fate. Do you want to know who I hunt? I hunt fallen angles like the one that killed my parents for there sacred gears and that would be you!"

The boy charged swinging his holy blade towards the angles head, she dodged by ducking she then tried to throw a spear of light that barely missed the boy but the light that was produced was enough to make him lose balance allowing her to knock him down with a sweeping kick to the shin.

"Ha pathetic it would seem that my servants have tired you down made you slow to bad they had to die to do it, i'm still surprised you managed to take on ten fallen angles at the same time but i call it on luck. To bad your gear is only compatible with you else i would have killed you that day along with your parents!"

He jumped at the angle to try and take her when her guard is down but she saw it coming and brought her knee to his groin sending him to the ground doubling over in pain, still the boy stood back up refusing to back down while he still had breath in his lungs and blood in his veins he would fight until either he died or every single fallen angles body's lay at his feat.

"My my you are a fighter still i don't think you can stand up against your parents sacred gears!"

Suddenly spears grew out of the ground surrounding the boy each of a different attribute and element there was holy, demonic, fire, ice,wind etc.

"Your father had spear birth allowing him to make any type of spear just appear of course the users needs to have enough energy to make them which is why most humans are limited but i am less limited! now your mother on the other hand well..."

A giant bolt of lightning hit the angle and molded itself into a dazzling golden Armour that seemed to buzz with electricity.

"Well she had the Armour of Jupiter a rare gear usually only found near Rome. Now this has been fun but its time for you to die!"

She sent three spears flying at him at once one made of fire blazing hotter then a supernova one of ice cooler then the glassier the third of lightning emitting power that could rival a nuclear reactor all of them struck him in the chest causing his buster gear to shatter and shut down. The world slowly darkened as the man lay in a pool of his own blood wearing a pair of jeans and a black top with a golden cross around his neck with a ruby encrusted at the center. But even as he knew he was dying he would not give up the fight.

"Don't you fly away from me!"

The woman was in shock. How had he survived all of that after already fighting of ten fallen angles, three extremely powerful spears still couldn't kill him. He should be dead. She turned around and admired the look of determination on his blood soaked face.

"Hu still alive are we I will just have to..."

She was cut of by the boy charging towards her faster then before he slashed at her face with a holy dagger he had just drawn from his belt leaving a wound that would never truly heal and would scar her face forever.

"Arg fuck you you little prick!"

She create one last spear this one was barbed and made of solid gold. She stabbed it threw the mans gut and pulled it back out tearing of chunks of flesh she dropped the spear next to the dying boy who was slowly passing out and will soon die. She turned and flew of leaving a single black feather which floated down and landed on the boys now cold hand. The last thing the boy saw was a red haired girl walking towards him with a chess piece in her hand was it a pawn no it was a bishop no surely it was a rock the world finally went dark for the boy but there was no light at the end of the tunnel only darkness.

AN Thanks for reading i hope you enjoyed and remember review please.