Hey guys! This is my first time doing a new fanfic based around my favorite anime High School DXD. You may see some errors here and there and I do apologize if there are any on this story. I'm not the best writer but I'll give it my best to tell you my story.
Anyways, I've been gathering notes and taking my time with ideas and thoughts on how the story would first progress throughout the summer break. This was all planned out since reading the first three volumes of the light novels. Since then, I wanted to come up with my ideas and thoughts on how it would continue (noncanon wise) with an OC after the ending of vol 2 or the ending of season 1. This story takes place after the first season of DXD, well before DXD New. That and I wanted to write this to kill time for season 4. Now, don't expect any -samas, -senpais, -san, or -kun endings in names in the entire story. I haven't planned on doing so, plus my mind was engraved with the English dub of the show. If your picky, strict, or offended by it by any means, I do deeply apologize.
UPDATE 9/19/2016: I will be uploading bios of the OC's, I've been so busy writing notes and processing the fic that I keep on forgetting.
Feel free on reviewing this fic. :)
Chapter 1: The Start of a New Day
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
A hand reaches out under the covers hitting the annoying alarm clock repeatedly. The hand kept hitting the clock but nothing works, the alarm is still going off. It reaches out instead for an urban task lamp and bangs it on the alarm clock until it stops beeping causing the alarm clock to be cracked on its outer frame. As soon as the alarm was snooze, he continues to sleep on for five more minutes, until he smells the sweet aroma of fresh baked cinnamon rolls from the downstairs kitchen.
*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*
"Richie, it's time to wake up! You don't wanna be late for breakfast. I made your favorite. My homemade cinnamon rolls!"
The teenager gets up outta bed at an instant, like fresh toast out of a toaster when he smelled the pastries. The boy had a messy bed head of short black hair with a small mullet running down from the middle back of his neck. His eyes were a tad crusty from the "sandman". He was wearing a white tank tee with black shorts for pajamas. He looks over at the cracked clock on the floor to his right to look at the time. The time read 7:01 a.m.
"Mmmhhmmm." he got up and stretched.
Richie walks toward the window shade. He pulls up the shade to try and bring light in his room.
"Lord, let there be light!" He shouted as the window shade rolls up revealing the morning daylight all throughout the room. Richie goes to his closet to find his favorite shirt to wear for school, his pants, and his underwear. He also checked his gym bag to make sure everything was ready for his regional basketball tournament taking place tomorrow. Taking his white t-shirt, underwear, and pants, he goes to the shower outside his room on the right side of the hallway to proceed his daily routine of showering before school.
*10 minutes later*
Richie steps out of the bathroom to give a big sigh of relief after feeling all cleansed. Body cleansed, hair shampooed, his freckled face cleansed, and his teeth brushed, rinsed, and flossed. Richie was wearing his dark blue shirt with black jeans. He also supported a waterproof sports watch to keep track of the time and a black jacket. Before going to the kitchen to enjoy his mother's cinnamon rolls, he grabs his gym bag and backpack. He then slides down the stairs banister, landing on the front floor only wearing his socks. His basketball shoes were downstairs in the backyard drying after being clean for his tournament while his main shoes were near the front door. The mom has a rule where shoes must be off at all times when entering the house. Richie sets his bags beside the stairs and walks towards his mom giving him a kiss on the cheek. His mom, Regina, was supporting a black apron while wearing her purple pajamas. Her skin was a light brown color as her hair was black, but was concealed with a sleeping cap.
"Morning mom." He said giving a kiss on her cheek.
"Richie, how many times have I told you? No sliding down the banister. Your father just fixed that three days ago." his mother replied while laying a pan full of warm cinnamon buns on the table.
"Sorry, mom. I'm just so psyched up for the big basketball tournament today." He said while eating and talking at the same time.
"You can start by stop sliding down my banisters so much and son what have told you about talking with your mouth full. You know better than that."
"Sorry." He swallowed. "Anyways, the whole team has been playing their hardest. I've been coming up with a few plays a little bit overnight. Blake is in the number two rank and I'm standing at number three, if it all goes excellent for this season, me and blake could tie for the silver mvp award in the region!"
"What about gold? Don't you and Blake wanna be on top? Number one?"
"We do, if Tyrone Edwards won't stop hogging the ball so much. The way coach sees in him, he thinks it's NBA stardom. I get that he's our best player and all, sinking in every shot and dunk within every game, but that's about to change. That's why I came up with new plays so that way the entire team will have a fair share at the ball."
"Well don't work yourself too hard, you need that brain to to focus on your education and pass that big math exam next week. You have been studying, right?" She questioned
"Yes, mom, I've been studying a lot. I know school is important. You seen my report card weeks ago with A's and B's written all over it."
"I know, I just don't want you to get this basketball stuff all wrapped in your head." she worried.
"Don't worry mom, I'll be fine." He told his mom.
"OK, if you need more breakfast there's waffles and bacon in the freezer. I'm gonna get my shower started for work. If I come out of the shower and you're already going to school, I'll see you at home." She says as she give him a good luck kiss on the cheek. "Me and your father will be there at the arena as early as five tomorrow since your game doesn't start til six."
"Thanks, mom. Don't forget the camera this time! I want dad to see my three pointers in HI-DEF 1080p!" Richie said.
*25 MINUTES LATER*
Richie was finishing his breakfast of two frozen waffles and three slices of turkey bacon he cooked for himself. After he finished eating, he was watching the weather on his local morning news station. Apparently, there is a thunderstorm making its way towards tomorrow in Everton, where the regional high school basketball Championship would take place and the town Richie lives in.
"Right Now, let's go to NewsChannel 12's meteorologist Ashleigh Davidson for for a quick look on the weather." the reporter said.
"Alright, looking at our forecast for today, it is going to be a gorgeous day for rest of the Southern California region with temperatures in the lower 70s. Chances of rain are slim for today and tonight. But as we take a look further into our futurecast tomorrow, we could very well see a big possibility of scattered showers and/or thunderstorms over the places like, El Dorado, El Diego, Everton, and the Monroe City areas as well as a possibility of Flash Flood Watches being put into effect for tonight by the National Weather Service. The storm will gradually weaken with more high pressure, moving its way up north towards the region of Sacramento. I'll keep you updated with more details on today and tomorrow's weather in about twelve more minutes. Let's send it back to Heather."
"Thank you, Ashleigh" the reported replied.
As he muted the tv, Richie was thinking about the storm making its way into town. He hope it doesn't affect the game too much. They've worked their butts off to make it this far. Cancelling the game would upset him and the rest of the team, but would be OK for him to get plenty of rest for another day. Maybe even practice some more.
*DING DONG*
Richie heard the doorbell ringing inside the house. Knowing for sure, it had to have been Blake that pressed that button. He looked inside the peephole from the door to make sure. It was Blake standing outside with his gym bag over his shoulder along with his backpack. He opens the door.
"Ready, bro?" said Blake.
"As I ever will. Got everything I need for practice. Let's hit it!" Richie told Blake.
Both Richie and Blake headed out the door to their high school. Their school wasn't too far from where they both lived, so the decided to walk with plenty of time.
Halfway from school, Richie yelled out a big yawn. Blake noticed that from him. He had to say something.
"You better not be tired today or else coach is gonna have a feel day with you. This game is very important to us." He told Richie. "Here, eat a high energy granola bar my mom made for us."
"Thanks, I'll eat it later." he told his friend putting bar in his bag. "I was staying up a little later last night, to come up with some some neat plays for our game."
"Rich, don't you think you should leave that to the coach."
"You're right, I should give it to coach first thing at practice."
"No dude,I'm saying leave the plays and ideas up to coach to work on. That's his job. I'm sure he was working an all nighter coming up with like at least fifty plays for us."
"I know, but just this once I want coach to accept at least one of my plays. Just so just so one of us can get at least silver MVP status and not have Tyrone be a ball hog so much. Coach is just relying in him way too much. I can't stand that."
"Yeah I get ya bro, but listen, he's the reason we're in the regionals now. Without him, we wouldn't be walking with our gym bags now would we."
"Well, there's that but there's also another thing why I don't like him."
"What's that?"
Suddenly a purple convertible pulls up right in front of the two boys. The car had a sleek design look to it with an white eagle on the hood of the car. The windows were tinted until they were rolled down. They revealed Tyrone in the front seat with one girl sitting in the front passenger seat and three more girls sitting in the backseat.
"HEY SUKKAS! YA'LL BETTER BE SET FOR REGIONALS, CUZ NOT ONLY I'LL BECOME THE HIGH SCHOOL MVP OF THIS SEASON, BUT WILL BE THE KING OF EVERTON HIGH SCHOOL WITH THESE FINE LADIES. AIN'T NUTTING GONNA STOP THE REAL THANG, YOU KNOW! I WOULD GIVE YOUZ A RIDE BUT, SORRY I GOT A WEEEEEEE BIT TOO MUCH ROOM AS YOU CAN SEE. SO, BYE!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" He boasted while speeding of in an awful, yet loud gangsta laugh.
"UGGGGHH! I HATE IT WHEN HE DOES THAT!" Richie grunted. "He has everything, the closing gap of being the MVP, popularity, and the girls. All just for showing off. Man, would I kill to have a bunch of girls surround me all over doing my every whim. Wouldn't you like to have that?" He said while fantasizing.
"Sounds like pimping if you ask me. I would, but I would love to enjoy just one thank you very much."
"Really dude? Why not have at least two or three? As a matter of fact, if I do have a harem in the future…
"Which you won't."
"Quiet!" He quickly shouted. "If I do have a harem, I'll be more than happy to share them with you."
"That's very thoughtful of you Rich, but like I said, I'd prefer having one girl by my side. And by the way, that's just your jealousy speaking all of that."
"Yeah, so what if I'm jealous. Big whoop."
"Being jealous on a guy that has an ego that has the on par size of Kanye West and the fact you get stuttery and be all nervous when you try talk to any girl here at school or being alone with a girl in general in the first place makes me question why would you want a group of girls of your own?."
"Because, I've been dreaming like that since since day freakin' one in late middle school. Does that answer your question?"
"Then answer this. Remember that time you tried to ask out Eileen Richardson once during P.E. class? What did you do next? You passed after you couldn't finished your last sentence."
"Hey, I was dehydrated. The gym's AC was out. I wasn't prepared for that day."
"And that time you asked out Samantha Wilson. Things were going smooth, but you had to eat a record setting 14 fried garlic parmesan onion rings for lunch without brushing your teeth or even mouthwash. Having damn near, her passing out. Avoiding you for the next few days until she got a new boyfriend."
"OK! OK! That's enough! You don't rub it in so much."
"Sorry dude. Still, you gotta come out of that fear of being afraid of talking to a girl and being shy so much."
"I'm not afraid if girls or being shy, it's just what might happen next if I ask a girl out. Whether or not I get rejected."
"Dude, I'm sure any girl at school, Everton, or anywhere else would be lucky enough to go with you. It's all about being positive and being yourself. Simple as that. Take my advice on that. Your time will come one day."
*BEEP BEEP*
Richie heard two beeps. He looked at his stopwatch to look at the time. It read 7:50 p.m.
"Oh crap! We gotta be in school in ten minutes or else Mrs.O'Neil is gonna give us a zero for the day!" Richie exclaimed.
"Relax, I know a shortcut. Follow me!" Blake told him.
The two boys ran for the nearest crosswalk that was between an elementary school and a forest. They both crossed the street and instead of turning a corner and proceeding to walk, they decided to go forth toward the inside of the forest. It was a dangerous area surrounded by an strong, steel fence. Thanks to Blake dealing with fences in the past he found a big enough opening to cross through. The fence is supposed to keep the wild bears and deer from coming out of the forest. Inside was a much shadier and darker environment with the air inside being a little muggier. Richie and Blake made their way to the middle of the forest.
"Which way do we go now?" Richie questioned.
"We keep going straight. I made a white arrow pointing up that'll lead us to the cave. I can see the cave a quarter of a mile from here. We go on top of it and head right. It'll lead us another quarter of a mile to school ."
"You sure you know where you're going?"
"Trust me, I've taken this shortcut dozens of times. It hasn't failed me quite yet."
They walked on the correct path to make their way towards the school. The tree branches kept obscuring their vision for every minute. Finally, at 7:56 p.m, they made out of the forest. They can see the school from a close distance. The boys ran toward the school to the front entrance, blasting their way to the front lobby as fast as they can.
"Sweet! We made it with at least a couple of minutes to spare." Blake said
"Yeah, let's head upstairs now. With our GPAs now, we can't afford having a zero on our record." Richie replied.
The two boys had to get to class or else a bad grade would be facing them for the rest of the semester. They were already at the first five steps of the stairwell, until…
"LIVINGSTON! LOUIS! FRONT AND CENTER!" yelled the coach.
The two turned around in one jerked motion simultaneously. Heading straight down the stairs in front the coach as if they were army soldiers in the military.
"YES, SIR!" They both yelled in unison.
"Just the two men I wanted to see. It's a good thing that you two are here. I need you to meet me in the gym ASAP!"
*SCHOOL BELL RINGS*
"Sir, we're already missing class right now." Richie tells coach.
"No need for that today. I pulled some strings with the principal and managed the entire roster out of class to practice for the regionals tournament. As a special bonus, all of the roster will leave early so they can rest up the next day."
"Sir, that's very big of you to do that. Thank you, sir" said Blake
"No worries Livingston. Now you two, get dressed! I wanna see you both on that court in fifteen minutes! PRONTO! ON THE DOUBLE!" He pointed out.
"YES, SIR!" Both yelled. They marched their way like soldiers towards the gymnasium next door outside. As soon as they were outside the gym doors they stopped and walked normally when they were on the court making their way to the locker room. They began to conversate about how coach let the whole roster early to practice for the tournament.
"I can't believe Coach is letting us go home early to practice more for regionals." Blake told Richie.
"I know bro! This gives me an idea. You wanna stay over at my house til eight so we can practice more?" Richie said.
"That sounds excellent! I'll let my mom know where I'll be at later."
"You know what also means right?" Richie asked.
"What?"
"You and I can play some NBA MAXED OUT 2K17 after our little practice session. Whaddya say?" Richie told him.
"I say you're on bud. Watch me take you down, as I play my Golden state Warriors destroy your Oklahoma City Thunder for the tenth time in a row" Blake agreed.
"Oh, please. Westbrook and Durant can take down a guy so OP as Stephen Curry."
"We'll just see about that after practice" Blake ended as they both head towards the locker room.
As the two went on with their bragging rights, they went to the locker room to go change into their practice uniforms. The uniforms they wore supported silver jerseys and shorts with blue lettering and outlines. Their mascots were called the Blue Diablos. Each player wore the same jersey and supported shoes to wear in the playoff game. The shoes they were colored black with blue laces. All of the players exited the locker room to the court for standard drills and practices. Blake and Richie were the last players to come out of the locker room. Blake's number was sixteen, while Richie was number sixty-four. The whole roster was lined up horizontally when the coach arrived. The coach was really impressed by all players who were able to participate in this momentous event coming their way. He gave bass in his voice as a drill sergeant ordering those to follow his. As he went on, the whole team did hours of exercise drills, laps around the court, and various other basketball drills. The team even competed against each other based on their performances for the entire season in 3 on 3 games until it the clock struck 1:00 P.M.
"Terrific job there, soldiers. I've never seen such a hard working and athletic team since the playoffs of 1999. Most of you were very proficient, some of you still need a little more practice. But, I still have faith and confidence from each and every one of you on this roster, especially you Edwards. Why, with your fantastic three pointers and excellent defense, those El Dorado Slashers wish they never stepped in front of us. Livingston! Louis! Excellent work on the assists to Edwards. Keep it up, and they may as well award either of you you the silver MVP of this season. See you all back here tomorrow afternoon. Our bus leaves school at 3 o'clock sharp! At ease soldiers, go home and rest!
*WHISTLE BLOWS*
All the teams went back to the locker rooms to change from their practice uniforms to their usually normal style of clothing. Tryone kept on bragging and boasting on how he'll be the new MVP. Meanwhile, one of his two of his ladies were standing out behind the gym entrance waiting for him while the other was standing next to him. Both had already cut class to be with Tyrone.
"Come tomorrow, errbody, you're looking at the new MVP for the Everton Blue Devils. Hold your applause cause, you already know that I will…*COUGH*. I will…*COUGH* *COUGH* .
"Ty, are you alright?" one of his girls said.
"Yeah, girl. I just need some water that's all. Let go and git, before I get even more sick." Tyrone said as he and one of his girls walked to entrance with a bottle of water in hand.
"I sure hope Tyrone can be able to play tomorrow." Blake said. "We can't afford to lose him on this most important game"
"I usually don't say this, but let's hope he'll be okay. If not then I say karma really paid off" Richie said.
"Dude, why'd ya say that? Don't jinx it!" he said punching him on his left arm."
"Cause he deserves it. Boasting and bragging that he's the best so the whole team can rely on one player to count on one game. There's more to it than just him. And no, I'm not saying that because I'm jealous."
"Alright, alright." Let's just get home so I can kick you butt in NBA Maxed Out again."
"In your dreams!" Richie retorted and ran.
By the end of their practice, they both headed off to Richie's house to practice more basketball before the tournament. Blake informed his mom at her workplace that he would be staying over at his best friend's house after school. The same went for Richie with his mom. Time passed on for a few hours. With every drill they played and every shot the try to make, they were dedicated to get this into perfection. Going every rule by the book from the coach since they first tried out. Finally when they were done playing in the front garage, it was time for some real fun. Richie is what he refers to himself as a "beast" when it comes to video games. Any genre he would play, he would start to be good in an instant. From dancing & rhythm, RPGs, classic arcades, claw machines, and even sports games he would master at them, until Blake comes in. Blake only success in video games is in the department of fighting games and sports, especially sports. He dominates Richie in most of the basketball video games when they both play multiplayer since they were five. It was now 8 o'clock in the evening. The two were playing NBA Maxed Out 2K16 with playoff mode activated while in Richie's room. Blake's team was the Golden State Warriors while Richie's team were the Oklahoma City Thunder. It came down to the fourth quarter with 7 seconds on the clock with a tight game of Blake 99 and Richie 99
"Here we go, with 7 seconds. Long distance throw! He passes it to Curry! He dribbles, crosses em', up close for the dunk...and slams it in! 101 to 99 CALL YOUR FRIENDS AND NEIGHBORS! BALL GAME! AND WITH ONLY ONE SECOND LEFT OF THE GAME REMAINING! Try and beat me now little man." Blake exclaimed.
"OK, it's either now or never. If I can shoot from half court with Westbrook and beat the buzzer, I'll win this thing for sure. Westbrook's three pointers have been excellent overall in this game against Curry since the third. I'm out of timeouts. There's no other options. Here we go."
"Durant passes to Westbrook! It's do or die, from half court!"
Westbrook shoots for the hail mary half court shot from the side of Golden State's goal. People in the crowd stood up in awe when the ball was in the air for the shot. With precise accuracy and distance, the ball makes it in. The crowd goes nuts. Confetti spraying all over the arena. The Oklahoma Thunder celebrate with a surprising win of 102-101.
"OH! WITH HUGE UPSET BY RUSSELL WESTBROOK! MAKES A SHOCKING THREE POINTER FROM HALF-COURT! THUNDER WINS IT ALL! THE CROWD GOES INSANE! UNBELIEVABLE THEY ARE YOUR NEW CHAMPS! 102 TO 101! GOOD NIGHT, FROM CHESAPEAKE ARENA!" Exclaimed Richie pretending to be an announcer.
"Un-freaking-believable. Ya beat me, but I have to admit that was a super close game." Blake admitted.
"I almost thought we were going to be in overtime, but I guess it was not meant to be." Said Richie.
"GG BRO."
"YEAH, GG" Richie said with a fist bump.
Suddenly, someone's ringer goes off after their fist bump. Blake felt a vibration in his right pants pocket. He picks up his phone to notice a text from his mom.
"Blake, it's time to come home before your dinner gets cold."
-mom
"Well, I gotta bounce. My mom wants me back at the house before she's done with dinner. I'll see you tomorrow at the school."
"OK I'll catch you later tomorrow."
"And don't stay up late this time Rich. If you do and end up tired, I'll beat you up so much, you'll regret ever stay up late. I'm dead serious. I will do it." he said with a serious look on his face.
"Alright, I won't stay up this time. You have my word as your best bud. I promise."
"Good. I'll see ya later at school." Blake said with a smile as he closed the door behind Richie.
Richie thought and understood every word that Blake said. This game was important to not only to him and Blake, but to the rest of the team and the entire school. One false move would have him being either a laughingstock or the most hated member in the roster. He wasn't going to live it down like that. So he did what any man should do before a game this huge and that's rest.
"RICHIE, PIZZAS ARE HERE!" His mom yelled from downstairs.
"But first, it's pizza tiiiiime!" He said in a sing-song girly voice while going downstairs.
MEANWHILE...
Outside during the midst of the dark hour on a full moon, two dark, shadowy figures entered in a draconic cemetery. They approached further and further at the end of the funeral grounds. Among it was a small tomb. In front were two black dragons standing up with sharp silver spheres. Behind them was a red barrier that surrounded the tomb. No one can be able to go in with it being heavily protected. A sound can be heard from a distance.
"CRACK"
"Hey, you hear something?" the left dragon guard said. "Sounded like somebody was coming."
"Yeah, I smell something too. It smells like…*sniff* *sniff* *sniff*. Fallen angels. Two of em'!" the right guard exclaimed.
"WHERE! I DON'T SEE THEM!"
"I KNOW THEY'RE HERE! COME ON OUT COWARDS! NO FILTHY FALLEN ANGEL IS GOING TO GET PAST US. THIS TOMB IS HEAVILY PROTECTED BY US AND A THOUSAND YEAR OLD SACRED BARRIER!"
"THERE! I SEE EM'! RIGHT IN FRONT OF US!"
Two shadow figures were a little less clear to see by the black dragons. Both had the exact same hair over one eye hairstyle. One of the figures' eye was exposed on the left side and the other one exposed on the right.
"HALT! YOU ARE WITHIN 30 FEET OF THIS TOMB! WE ORDER YOU TO LEAVE IMMEDIATELY!" one of the dragon guards said.
"And what if we don't want to?" the shadow figure with the right eye exposed said having a male voice while smiling
"THEN, BY THE AUTHORITY OF THE INDIGO DRAGON EMPRESS, WE WILL ELIMINATE YOU!"
"Fine, we'll best be on our way." the figure with the left eye exposed said having a female voice
"THEN LEAVE!"
"But first, we just need to grab a few things. Soooooo, it would be best for you to…get out of our way." she said giving her fingers one snap.
*SNAP*
"Huh? "they both questioned in unison, when suddenly…
"SLASH!"
The two dragon guards' throats were slit by the short banged male fallen angel. The speed of fallen one was miraculous. With just one fast slash, a powerful light sword slashed both their throats at the same time during the same rate, instantly killing both dragon brothers. Blood spewed everywhere with their heads nearly decapitated from the speed of the sword. All was left were their unresponsive bodies in a puddle of dark, thick blood. They reached near the tomb, but were blocked by an invisible barrier protecting the tomb from being infiltrated by anyone trespassing the area. One of the fallen angels checked a stopwatch.
"Told them get outta the way. Guess they weren't fast of enough to dodge. 5.06 seconds. Not bad for a new personal best bro."
"PERSONAL BET, MY ASSHOLE! At that rate, I'll never beat Uncle Freed's two kill one slash record!"
"Would you calm down, Alexavier!? We're not here to break records. We've come to take what was rightfully ours. Now, would you mind telling me how to break the stupid barrier already."
"Alright Alright, damn, don't get you creamed up panties in a bunch." Affirmed Alexavier. "According to Uncle Freed, you just gotta fly up at a great deal of height to hit the barrier's weak point. Aim for the exact center of the barrier with your sphere of light, Alexandria, otherwise it'll get stronger with every chance we throw at. Your sphere of light is strong enough for a one shot or this mission is botched.
"Got it." she understood
Alexandria let out her black feathered angel wings and flew up 40 feet in the air. She casted a sphere of light out from her hand. With only her right eye covered, it wasn't necessary to close it to get the exact pinpoint on where it should land. All in her mind she thought little equations with basic geometry to hit the target. She throws the sphere in one go at the center top of the force field. As it lands it hits dead center on top in its exact weak point, the barrier disintegrated into tiny fragments until it was all dust in the wind.
"Bulls-eye." Alexandria smiled as she flew down toward the entrance of the tomb beside her brother.
"Nice job not screwing up. Now, time for the main course." Alexavier said holding a stick of dynamite in his right hand.
"You better not screw THIS one up." his sister said.
"Would you be quiet! I know what I'm doing. If I were you, I'd stand back like a cautious person would when a crazy ass like me is lighting a dynamite stick!"
"Hold on, where'd you get a stick of dynamite in the first place anyway?" she questioned.
"From Raynare. Before she got killed."
"Why?"
"N-None of your business!" he exclaimed
Alexavier grunted with words he cannot describe her sister at that moment. He let down the stick of dynamite on the ground in the front of the door while grabbing a butane cigarette lighter from his pocket to ignite the dynamite. Within seconds, the fire that had touched the wick of the stick started letting out orange sparks. Alexandria and Alexavier ran from a far away distance and hid behind a gravestone to take cover until…
*KABOOM*
The entrance of the tomb was blown to pieces. The fallen angel twins were began to access the tomb of the Indigo Dragon Empress.
"After you milady." Alexavier politely said
"Why thank you, oh kind sir:" Alexandria said politely as well.
As they entered inside the tomb, they noticed everything about the tomb in one sighting. There were dragon statues on each side of the wall. Four sides of the wall were inscribed in a different language. Similar to how the Egyptians used hieroglyphics. Two fire torches were beside the grave. The twins came closer up the stairs to the surrounding lit grave. On top of the the empress' grave, there was a transcription. Alexandria read out loud.
"Here lies our queen and one of our great protectors for all dragon's united. Our lord and master, the Indigo Dragon Empress Aeris. May the powers and wisdom of Ophis bless our savior at peace." she read. "Not for long." she mummered. "Quick, help me push this top down."
Together they pushed the top lid down to the right edge of the coffin. The twins were in surprise and awe to see the remains of the empress. Bones of a thousand year old dragon empress were severely weakened from the decomposition. All it remains were her skull and bones that remain intact. Looking closely at the bones, they seemed to find what items they were looking for. The dragon's bone brittled arms were crossed. Each claw had two items. A circular indigo shield that still retained its shape and color after hundreds of thousands of years with a black seal that represented the welsh dragon. On top was held a razor sharp double edge sword with an indigo colored guard. The guard supported a green gem embezzled pommel on the bottom. However, there was one more item that attracted the twins' attention, the Welsh Dragon amulet. The amulet was a gift by the brother of the empress as she treasured it when she was first born as princess to her final days of death as queen. The amulet was made out of stone with inscriptions inside the outer circle. Inside the inner core on the amulet was a dark green emerald embedded inside. Legend has it, that the empress used the amulet to save lives during the times of the millennial dragon war. It was rumored that it was used as a secondary sacred gear with a supposed secret power capable of saving lives and taking down the most powerful of enemies, big or small. The two fallen angels' mission was almost complete.
"Finally, after all these years. We've done it. Soon with these three items including the amulet's power, angels and devils will soon bow down at the mercy of all fallen angels. We shall be the ones that reign supreme and make our Uncle Free proud of us once and for all." Alexavier preached.
"And we'll do so if you grabbed the stinkin' sword already!" Alexandria shouted.
"Fine, you don't have to shout so loud!" He said. "You grab the amulet and I'll grab the sword and shield."
Alexavier reached inside the coffin with his right hand aiming for the sword. Alexandria reached in with both hands carefully undoing the amulet around the neck. The brother grabbed the sword with gentle ease, slowly letting the bones go of the sword. The weapon was finally in his hands while his sister was still trying to get the amulet off.
"I got the sword."
"Good. Now wrap it up so uncle can tinker with it later."
He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a long beige cloth to wrapped the sword in. The sword was all tied up, having him placed on the floor. Meanwhile, his sister was still working to get the amulet removes.
"Help me get this amulet off." she told his brother.
"You're still having trouble removing that thing?"
"I'm trying my hardest here. This thing is made of like solid steel or hooked on to something that locks. I can't get this chain to come apart.
"Here, let me try it"
The brother attempts to undo amulet several times, but they were all unsuccessful.
"Shit! This thing is tough as nails. There's only one way to get this damn thing out of there."
"What's that?"
"BY FORCE!"
He had no choice but to yank the chain fast and hard. The chain was broken but the main piece of the amulet was still intact. The power of Aeris is now in the hands of the fallen angels. Suddenly, the two heard a haunting, ominous female voice inside the tomb.
"Geeeeeeeet ooouuuuuuuut"
"Okay sis, knock that crap off." he insisted
"Knock what off?" she replied
"Geeeeeeeet ooouuuuuuuut"
"That!"
"I'm not doing that, you saw me not moving my mouth just now."
"Are you sure it wasn't you?" he questioned
"Yes! Bro, would I ever lie to you?" she replied with a smile.
Alexavier's eyebrow rose up in question. His sister has lied to her in the past, but those were just jokes and for play.
"OK, I may have lied a few times, but this shit is serious. I wouldn't kid around with you in a situation like this"
"So, if it wasn't you, then who…was...it...then?" he said looking inside the coffin
"DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE"
The eye sockets from the skull of Aeris began to glow bright red. The fire surrounding the coffin grew into a huge inferno within seconds. The twins fall back to their reaction to what's going on. The dragon statues against the wall began to shake by themselves. The whole tomb itself began to shake, as if an earthquake was about to happen. Pieces of the tomb began to crumble. Bunches of pebbles started to fall down on top of their heads. The spirit of the empress was awaken.
"THIS TOMB IS ABOUT TO COLLAPSE!" Alexandria screamed.
"LET'S GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!" Alexavier yelled.
"WAIT, WHAT ABOUT THE SHIELD!?"
"FORGET THE SHIELD! WE GOT WE CAME FOR THAT'S IMPORTANT! RUUUUUUN!"
"RIGHT BEHIND YOU!" she agreed loudly.
Alexavier and Alexandria were scared out of their minds about what they witnessed. They ran out of the tomb with only two of the three artifacts the Indigo Dragon Empress had held. The sword and the most powerful one, the Welsh dragon amulet. All but one item remained in the coffin, the Welsh Indigo shield. Inside the crypt, eye sockets from the dragon's skull were still glowing bright red until they were changed to a bright cyan color. The seal of the Welsh dragon from the indigo shield began to glow its color as well, supporting a great amount of energy to the shield by the dragon's spirit. Skeletal remains of the empress started to disappear along the energy. The combination of spirit and energy succumbed everything that was inside the sarcophagus into a spherical shape of an indigo colored light. The sphere shot up with an excessive amount of speed. It crashed out of the tomb and into the nighttime sky before the entire tomb collapsing in on itself. Leaving the entire tomb a pile of rubble.