What's up guys. I've decided to venture into the dxd realm a bit, and try something a bit different from some of the things I have read. I haven't read too many fanfics from dxd, nor have I gotten far into the anime before stopping, so some of my info may be wrong or slightly off. I will try to get through the anime if I have the time, but until then, please try and bear with my lack of knowledge. Thanks, and enjoy the chapter!

The Bottom

"Once you become members of society, you shall come to realize, that rank is all that matters. In a world where monsters and demons all gather, rank decides your worth. If you have no rank, you are worthless. If you are able to rise up, however, you shall find life to be much easier, and much more satisfying. Everyone in this class is at the bottom.

All of you are barely worth more than trash. You are all the weakest demonic entities in the underworld presently. If you do not improve, and rank up, you will remain as trash. Your lives will mean nothing. If you do not get inducted into a peerage, you shall never have any influence.

In this school, you gain the potential to rise up to middle-class. If you can not do that in 8 years, you will be kicked out to become a member of society as a low-class demonic entity, working a pathetic job, with pathetic pay."

I zoned out, having heard this same lecture from the matrons at the orphanage a million times. The teacher of our class, Gaur, was a middle-class minotaur, known for their strength, and not much else. He wasn't the most pleasant thing to look at, with incredibly huge muscles, and a bulls head, but he was oddly smart for his race.

"Mr. Gaur, Vylix isn't paying attention!" I felt my jaw clench at hearing my name come up. Nala was a banshee, and someone that I did not get along with at the orphanage. She never missed an opportunity to piss me off.

"It doesn't matter if he isn't paying attention Ms. Nala. Vylix is an incubus, the weakest species of demonic entities, and isn't likely going to ever rank up anyway." The class laughed and my lower lip started bleeding as my teeth dug into it.

I hated when people told me that I would never amount to anything because of what I am. Incubuses were known to be both physically and magically weak, depending on their incredible charm and sexual abilities to get stronger females to fight and protect them. It was something that people never failed to make fun of me for.

But I couldn't say they were wrong even if I wanted to. Demonic beings were supposed to begin demonic maturity by the age of 10. They were supposed to be both smarter and physically stronger than humans by that point, and increase as they went through their puberty.

Unfortunately, as an incubus, I was barely stronger than the average human. I was smarter, but I also had very little demonic power. A top tier lower-class entity was supposed to have at least 20 units of demonic energy, but I barely had even 1.

"Since you all are at the lowest tier of the classes, you will mostly be working on your physical. Demonic entities store energy equal to the body. If you have a weak body, you are likely to have weak energy. There are many cases where you can have more energy than your body, but those techniques are reserved for the nobles and their peerages.

Without that special training, having too much energy in your body will cause your body to deteriorate, and if left like that, will lead to death. But if you increase your physical capabilities, your demonic energy will rise to match it. That being said, this school is not here to coddle you. We will teach you appropriate methods of exercising your body, but you will not workout here.

Instead, we will be having you fight each other. There are 36 other classes besides this one that are on the same level as you guys, and you will be competing with them. Every month, there will be a tournament between the strongest of the classes, and the winner of those tournaments will be able to fight the weakest of the 2nd year to see if they can pass onto the next level in this school.

There are 8 levels of this school. The first four are the bottom to the top of low-class demonic entities. The last four are the bottom to the top of the middle-class entities. Unfortunately for you all, the only way to become a middle-class entity is to graduate as one of the top 5 on the 8th level. Promotions are a very rare and sacred thing in this society after all." He was going over the proper techniques to exercise your body now, and I made sure to pay attention now, since my body was very weak.

This was one of the best schools in Lilith, the capital of the underworld. Devils were the predominant race of the underworld, and usually the most powerful. Lesser demonic entities like myself, were often low-class, and not very numerous. Everyone on the top level of this school was likely a devil, with a smattering of lesser entities.

This was the only decent school for beings that weren't pure-blooded devils. If you couldn't afford to pay the tuition, you merely went into debt, but that could be absolved by becoming a middle-class, and therefore, more like to contribute to society.

I was like everyone else in this world, desperately hoping to become the strongest and coolest demon in the underworld, like the Satans. But I was born an incubus, and not even a full one at that. My mother got impregnated by a human, and threw me into an orphanage once I was discovered to be an incubus and not a succubus like she was hoping, like most of them do.

I was weaker than the average incubus, but I also had a bit of a resistance towards holy energy. It still hurt to say holy words, or make crosses with my fingers, but it wasn't overwhelming pain like others felt. Unfortunately, it didn't matter much since a strong wind was likely to kill me at the moment.

Compared to other entities, I got shafted. I had horrible physical capabilities, besides stamina thanks to my nature. Due to that I had horrible demonic energy. I had even worse regeneration than others, and my lifespan was less than everyone else. While I would still live around 4 or 5,000 years, the average lifespan of everyone else was around 10,000.

If I wanted to live longer than that, I would need to devour someone's life force through sex. I didn't even have as much time as everyone else, so how could I expect to ever be as great as a Satan with my draw in life?

"Alright, we're going to start fighting today. I'm going to gauge your strength with a spell, and rank you based on that." Mr. Gaur raised his right arm, and a golden spell circle lit up his palm, before a wave of power brushed over us, ruffling my hair.

He turned around picked up a piece of chalk. He wrote 30 numbers on the board, and then started writing names from top to bottom. Watching him write my name at the bottom made my stomach go cold, and I clenched my eyes shut in shame.

"Now, I am going to teleport you all to a private area for you to have your little fights." He snapped his fingers, and bright gold circles lit up underneath us all, before my world went wonky.

I had teleported before, and I hated it. I didn't know which was up or down, if I was faced forward or backwards. It was both bright and dark at the same time, and I could never land correctly. Evidenced by me falling on my ass as soon as it was over.

Looking around, we were in a pretty spacious room, but smaller than the classroom. Since we were beginners, it made sense that we didn't need all that much room.

"Err hi, my name is Vylix." I shyly waved a bit at the boy I didn't know, and got no response as he got into a fighting position.

I didn't know who he was, but his race was obvious enough. He was smaller than me, and did not resemble a devil at all. He was green, and furry, and looked sickly. His large, gleaming eyes were rather disgusting. Gremlins were known to be viscous creatures, fast and strong, and hard to pin down.

I didn't have a fighting stance, so I awkwardly held my hands up. I didn't think I could lose this fight, since he was so small, and my superior reach should win out. I refused to lose this, and be named the absolute weakest of the class. I refused to be mocked and ridiculed for being a weak incubus.

As I hyped myself up, I started to run at him. Given the size of the room, it didn't take me long at all to be right on him, keeping as much distance as possible, while still being in the position to hit him. I jabbed with my right arm, and hit air. I was confused for a second at where he went, before I felt a blinding pain in my stomach.

It felt like he punched through me, and I could briefly taste bile in my mouth as the punch rattled my body. I didn't get to see what he had done because he jumped up and uppercutted me, throwing me onto my back.

He got onto me, and began ruthlessly punching my face in. As blood splattered everywhere, I struggled to block my face, to no avail. I could hear the cracks of my jaw, nose, and cheekbones breaking, shattering, and the overwhelming pain and dizziness soon put me to sleep. Laid out by something a quarter of my size, absolutely wonderful.

Sometime Later

The first thing I noticed as I woke up was my sore face. It felt numb, and I hoped most of it was still there. I had felt a lot of my teeth break off, along with the rest of the bones in my face, while the gremlin was beating on it. I reached up, and felt nothing to out of the ordinary, even my nose was fixed. All of my teeth seemed to be perfectly fine too, which meant I had been healed.

I looked over, and realized I was probably in the medical ward. I could see the dark purple sky through the window, which meant it was nighttime. The hunger in my stomach told me that I missed dinner, and since I couldn't leave the school at night, meant I would miss breakfast as well.

Being in the hospital wing meant someone had healed me, which meant my debt was going to go up if I didn't make it to middle-class. My jaw felt like needles were being inserted into them as I tried to keep the tears from leaking. Too tired to do anything else, I laid my head back down, drifting into the realm of dreams, numb to the world, and the ache in my soul at my humiliating defeat.

Morning

I woke up with a start, realized someone was touching my face. My head smashed into someone else's, doing nothing to them, but giving me an instant headache.

"Calm down there, I'm just making sure everything is in order. You took a pretty rough beating." Her words didn't make me feel better at all, but her body sure did.

She was a devil for sure, being both regal and seductive, but not possessing outstanding qualities. She had brown hair, with dark black eyes. I would say she has about C-cups, so nothing special, and her body was mostly slim, with long legs, but a small butt. Curse my incubus nature for making me focus in so attentively on these types of things!

"I'm hoping that you have a concussion, and you are not just staring at my tits little incubus." Her voice was stern, but I was pretty sure I did have a concussion, since I couldn't find it within myself to care about it.

"Sorry." My apology was insincere, but no one but me had to know that.

"Hmph, it doesn't truly matter I suppose. Tis the nature of young men. You should be off now, classes are going to start soon." She stopped examining my face, deeming me well enough to go to class.

I wasn't very happy with her deduction honestly, I was feeling pretty woozy, and I didn't want to get my ass beaten all over again. If that happens every time, I'll definitely starve to death. I reluctantly got up and thanked her, not bothering to ask for her name. She was a middle-class, and to her, I probably wasn't worthy of hearing her name.

My steps were light and staggered. My head was still pretty foggy, but I did possess a tiny regeneration factor, so it was starting to clear up. I walked down the stairs, all the way to the lowest level, where I 'belonged'.

Every step I took, every rumble from stomach reminded me. Reminded me why I was feeling such pain, such agony. I was weak, so, so pitifully weak. I couldn't even beat up a fucking gremlin, though they are ranked higher than incubuses, it was the principal of the matter.

How did I expect to get to the levels of a Satan if I couldn't even beat a gremlin. Was this my destiny? To end up as a footstool for others. To be a punching bag? Would I have to seduce some woman that was stronger than me to survive comfortably? I hated all these traitorous thoughts. Hated how even I put myself down in the deepest echoes of my mind.

If even I didn't truly believe in myself, than what hope did I have to make such a thing become reality? I suppressed those thoughts for now, arriving at my classroom. It was empty, which meant I was early for class. My bag was still in my desk, so I walked over, and sat down, waiting for my class to come.

I laid my head on the table, trying to appease my throbbing headache. The cool wood was soothing, and I saw no harm in taking a little nap. I would be up before anyone even came. Darkness consumed any doubts I had about my decision, and I let myself drift off…

A Couple Hours Later

I was awoken by a loud bang, making me jump in my seat. My vision was blurry, and I had a light headache, but I tried to focus. Looking straight ahead showed me Mr. Gaur, who obviously slammed a thick textbook onto his table to get everyone's attention. Thankfully it wasn't only aimed at me.

I did see some smirks directed at me though, since it was probably obvious I had lost the fight. The ranks had been changed a bit, since others managed to triumph over those perceived as stronger than them, only making the pit in my stomach grow wider at my failure to do the same.

"Now, these fights will only happen on Monday and Thursday, with the rest being dedicated to the history of the world for now. This will give you a bit of time to rest and train for your next fights, and hopefully improve. Now, let's see who can memorize the most names from the 72 pillars."

I took out the textbook we were all given, and turned to the page of the pillars, both existing and extinct. I determinedly ignored my hunger, and the pain trying to focus caused me. I wasn't going to be pathetic knowledge wise and power wise. Bael, Agares, Vassago, Gamigin….

After Class

Thankfully, after the few hours we studied, my headache had disappeared and finally let me think clearly. As I walked out of the school into the crisp air of Lilith, I took note of my body. I was still sore, from my stomach to my head, but it was manageable. I still have to work out, since I only have today and tomorrow before I have to fight that fucking Gremlin again.

I slowly took to the streets, ignoring the diverse people around me, crossing streets when the hover cars stopped speeding everywhere, and planned my workout thoroughly. I have to do an intense workout to have any chance of improving myself.

I didn't exactly know my limits so I would have to find them first. Most of what the Mr. Gaur suggested was pushups, climbers, high-knees, jump-squats, situps, planks, running, punches, kicks, and using weights. I didn't have weights, so that was out.

The exercises were for beginners, and then we were supposed to use weights as we went further. I didn't know how I would get the money for weights, but I guess I'll have to figure something out if I want to become strong.

"Welcome back dear!" One of the old matrons for the orphanage waved at me, and I gave her a subdued smile, unable to muster the will to smile for real.

'Lilith's Restaurant'

Home sweet home

Alright guys, this is pretty much the prologue for this story. I don't really intend to go through with canon, since my character will probably be fucking it up. I do intend for him to get a peerage in the story, probably a quarter of the way through, and I intend to fill it with women who had impact on their societies, whether good or bad. I have ideas for them, but would also love if you could give me some suggestions. Till next time!