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"Not an Angel, Nor a Devil"
Summary:
{God and the 4 Satans weren't 5 but 1 being. Years after dying and reviving, Death, herself, found him. "You a being such as yourself," Death pointed behind the male, at a light, "Staying with a… a world like that, why?" "Why, is because… Mother is there." Death shook her head, "Bye then." A flash of crimson ignited…}
[God-like, not yet perverted Issei x Harlem.
Mostly canon.
Not an OC insert story.
I don't anything except my crazy imagination.
M for gore and more.
Only warning:
Gore and rape is present this chapter.]
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(Issei's Dream/Nightmare)
A boy, which was only four, was watching from a closet behind two adults, one a beautiful female, and the other, a handsome man. One a beautiful loving mother and the other, a handsome charming father.
He was crying silent tears, his mother had told him to stay quiet, don't make a sound, no matter he heard and watched. He would be damn if he would betray his mother's wishes, especially if, by watching now, it was her last wish. Besides her unconditional wish for the boy to be safe forever and forever more.
A man and woman sat in a chair. From the eyes of the boy, the pair's backs were stable to the chair with nails snug in their backs. The chair was dripping red liquid or better wise known as blood. Blood had dripped down to the floor, staining the floor blood-red.
The boy was crying, he could understand, although just barely, that his parents were going to die, unless some super-hero came and rescued the family from the odd shadow being.
"Mom -"
"ARRGGH!" A piercing shriek of a woman nearly broke the ear drum of the boy's ears. The woman's body was pierced by a silver Rosario in her left arm.
The man in the other chair yelled out, crying for the shadow-like thingy to have mercy on his wife.
"Oh God, NO! Please don't hurt her! Kill me instead, please! Please!" The man's chair rocked back and forth, filling the blood puddle with ripples. "Stop! NO!"
The shadow-like man pulled out the unstained cross, letting the blood drain out and drip. The thing drew back the cross once again, and aim just underneath the hole it had made before.
"AHHH!" With the other hole made at insane speeds, the thing had made a bigger hole. Big enough to fit the boy's hands within or even the father's.
This time the shadow thing had not pulled out the ever-bleeding hole, but instead, dragged the blade-like cross down, cutting down the numbing arm.
"ARRRGGHHH!"
The flesh was being teared up with a noticeable sound. Muscles of the arm fell from the growing hole. Blood fell like a waterfall, making the pool of crimson blood increase in size and darken in color.
The man could not take it anymore. He puked, puked all over himself, and the floor. "BBBLLAHH!" The splashing of the after-food was sounded as it dripped of the man and into the ever-growing blood puddle.
And by this time, the lungs of the woman were starting to collapse on themselves. Sooner than later, the woman could not yell, only make hoarse noises. Noises similar to one of an old man. "Hhheee..."
The cross stopped at the wrist. Issei (the boy) could feel the shadow-like being look his way. He could feel it smiling, brimming with sick glee.
Soon, the woman could scream again. "AHHHH!"
The shadow had turned the sharpened cross to its flat side. Then it pulled bringing the arm up with it. And with one final yank, the scar-cursed arm flew off. The woman had her whole arm ripped off. A trail of blood had appeared in the way of the blood-gushing arm.
The man looked up just to see his wife's arm fly off. His chair's straps resisted him as the urge to cover his mouth, eyes and wife grew to an all new high. "Th-this is..." The man could not end his sentence. Another arm flew off.
"AHHHH!"
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The area turned blank for a second, before the boy realized he was back in the same room. However, this time he was watching from a different point of view. Or a different pair of eyes.
Hopelessness was all the boy felt watching through these new eyes he had gained.
The boy felt a sudden shock with the new thought that now floated in her mind.
He did not like the thoughts as the first thing he thought.
The boy took notice that sight from his 'burrowed' eyes moved, to a much more horrifying one.
Then he felt everything, he was everything the man was. He was the man. He was his dad.
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The man saw all hope disappear. His wife. His beloved and only wife disabled for no reason at all and now, from what they could tell, was about to be killed.
And there the he sat useless, utterly useless. He was full with rage. However, it all dissipated, as he realized, resisting and all hope was useless. The accursed straps of the chair, the pain of the nails, the burning sensation of all that, his darkening hope and his wife's easily ripped off arm made the man realized. Realized that pain he felt before was nothing compared to all hope lost. The man has never lost all hope in all his many years of living a life. If losing all hope felt like this, he would gladly die. Furthermore, he did not want to die alone. He wanted to die with his wife.
The man saw his wife eyes rolled back and eyelids close.
"She's dead..."
The man started to suffocate himself. Suffocate himself with his leftover puke. He shut his eyes. The blackness swept over him. Just before he fully killed himself he opened his eyes.
His armless wife was...
Was being raped by this...
This thing!
Oh, how the gods betrayed him. The man died, eyes open to the fullest, puke dribbling out of his mouth.
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Issei world was blank again with a bared throat. And then he was back in the dreaded closet.
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Issei stared at what the thing was doing to his mother. His mother was nude, and the thing was putting something into his mother's... Issei was not sure what to call the place. Where ever it was, was where the thing was putting the stick-looking thingy into his mother.
Issei saw his mother's eyes open. Bloodshot and bulging. Crying even more. She opened her mouth to yell. Shout curses to the world. Scream at her unbearable pain. Her unbearable shame. She mouthed the words 'Please, oh please, kill me now.'
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Once again all turned black, much like before but there was pain, enormous amounts of agony.
All feeling including physical feeling, became his in that instant. He was not Issei anymore.
The boy realized he was not long a boy. He was that woman. He was his mother.
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The woman could feel it. It felt nice. Felt nice with the thing within her. She felt betrayed. Her body betrayed her mind. She betrayed her husband, her only lover.
Her first lover now.
This thing was her second.
She wished she could puke, and follow her first lover's footsteps to kill herself. But, could not force herself to puke, or kill herself.
Stop breathing was out of the question because she would past out before she would lose all oxygen.
She could not choke herself with vomit either.
She lost her arms, but they strapped anyway.
She laughed at herself in her mind. The pitiful sight she must be. Getting raped, armless, bleeding, and crying.
Soon her amusement became sadness. She was crying so hard she wasn't. Shook so badly, she was still. Died so hard, she had not.
Her lungs were going to collapse any moment now.
She was glad she was going to die and go away from this humiliation.
Then she realized she was only here for her child's safety.
The birth of Issei was one of her favorite moments of her small handful. She could not abandon him; he was only but four years old. She would be damned if she let anything happen to only but much loved son.
But,
What could she do? She was armless. Tears finally came back. Her eyes watered. She was strapped to a chair, nailed to a chair. Her eyes open. Water fell at an accelerating rate. The thing was still above her, 'using' her numb body. She was unmoving. Tears blurred all vision. Her throat became dry she wanted to cry, everything she had, out. She could not move. And for that reason, she became so mad, fuming with rage. But, as before, her rage became great sadness.
She was useless. Utterly useless. She never felt more useless in life than now.
Even more than the time she saw a woman get ganged up on by multiple men.
Even more than the time she realized she gotten her family kick out of their house.
This was the feeling of hopelessness. The feeling her husband felt before he killed himself.
"SHHIICK!" The woman looked down slightly; she found the cross in her chest, in her heart.
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Blood-curling pain gripped him at the last moment. He felt like dying, everything hurt.
Issei woke to find himself drown in a ocean of red. However, something crimson stood out. He touched it.
Issei reverted to his normal self and was back to the blood-smelling closet.
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A whisper, barely a whisper, barely heard.
"It's too late anyway... Bye, my Issei."
The eyelids fluttered and slowed. The woman's face became paler, and paler. Blood soon stain the entire front of the woman's shirt. The eyes of the woman never did closed. Tears still fell.
'Mother is dead.'
"Mommy..." Issei could not believe his eyes. "Mommy?" Issei's eyes widen. He jumped out from the closet. "MOMMY!"
His four years of living with his family, disappeared from his mind. He could not remember, but he felt they were the most important people to him. He wanted to imagine they were smiling, clean and not bleeding. However, whenever he did, the faces of the two adults were blank. He fell to his knees. He could not remember his past. It all had vanished.
Issei knew this was his mother, but at the same time was not fully sure. Who was this person in the chair in front of him? Who was the male next to her? Oh, it hurt so much. He could not remember anything, from his birth to the moments just before his downright misery.
His tiny shaking became a quake-creating sob.
His silent cry became a loud cry of wretched grief.
His innocent confusion became an all burning pit of rage.
Issei had snapped back to reality after hearing a faint click.
A nail fell.
He watched bounce and bounce.
Another noise made him turn the deathly being.
The black figure had removed the thing from his mother and turn in his direction. Issei cowered, he was only four. His best and only friend had moved just the day before this. That broke him.
But this was overkill to the child's heart. His best friend was gone. His mother and father (if his hunch was right) died from a being that was not human. And now that same being was walking towards him.
Issei started to walk backwards to get away. He soon stumbled on his butt. The figure was still come toward him. Issei, in a mad rush to get away, used his small arms and hands to scoot himself backwards.
The thing lunged at Issei.
With just a centimeter away, a crimson light surrounded the boy. That light filled him in warmth, divine friendliness.
A man not much younger looking than Issei's father had appeared out of nowhere. Over his hand were two red-almost-black orbs with lightning trickling and cracking.
The dark crimson orb fell upon the red-head's finger and he then he flicked it.
It made a sharp, piercing sound as it flew at high speeds, but Issei could watch it. He could feel some familiarity in the killer object. Issei reached out, but before he could get up, the man touched his shoulder. Issei looked up and found him glaring at the monstrous thing. The man turned back to him, and smiled nodded with a no manner.
The black figure flew into a wall, cracking it.
"Are you okay?" Issei nodded, heroes are real?
"Are you a superhero?" It might have been a dumb question, one someone should not have not asked at this time especially, he might have laughed in the future if he remember this.
The red-headed man smiled gentle as he ruffed Issei's hair. "Yeah, I'm the strongest superhero out there."
"SHHERK!"
"Gah..." The red-haired man looked down to see a hand in Issei's small tummy.
Issei saw red, all red, why was this place red, all red?
Fires of black, red and green surrounded the boy. Issei reached out to the fires.
He never reached it. The fires swirled into 5 spheres. Issei tiled his head, did he do that?
Then the fire turned into five shadow-like being. Issei fell back in surprise and fear.
"No! Go away! Get Away!" The five figures jumped into him. Yes, into.
Then all turned black.
(End of Issei's Nightmare/flashback)
"Huff..." A boy of 16 had just awakened in his empty house with a start. Issei that was the boy's name. He's been having the same nightmare everyday for years now. Issei got up from his bed. This room was his room from when he was younger. His room always reminded him of how he lived, lonely, and hard even though he was not living on the streets.
He found money. Lots of it. It had started to run out recently, but enough to live for a few months, maybe a year, give or take. What a rich family, in a small cozy house... But, he always questioned, was this family his family? Were we a special family?
He studied hard to make his deceased and imaginative parents proud. After some time in elementary school, Issei left school all together but studied with the books in his house.
Books were abundant in his home. It was almost creepy that it had everything he needed/wanted to learn.
He worked some jobs over the summer to gain some money back he used to keep alive in his early age and as soon as he was old enough to do so.
Math was easy for Issei. He had to learn a lot of math once his food had started to run out.
And luckily for him every time he went shopping for food, it was the same place his mother, had taken him to, but he had not knew that. He thanked gods that someone knew him. Even if it was just a person who barely knew him.
So the first time he went:
The salesman asked him, "Where's ya' mum?"
Issei faked a smile and his excitement; he jumped up and down, "I'm a big boy now! Mommy let me bring food all by myself!"
"Is that so?" The salesman smiled, gently, after filling a bag full of the usual things that the boy's mother had usually gotten.
Issei was a good faker, he wasn't sure where he gotten his acting skills from. But, it did not matter; he thanked his parents for at least giving him a surviving chance after disappearing.
He had somehow matured in the mind because he was much smarter and independent.
His senses were sharper. He could hear every little comment about him or something else when people whispered. He could see things from a much farther range and clearer, much like the eyes of an eagle.
His taste buds had not changed much, and maybe became more sensitive instead.
His sense of touch was much informative; he could tell what he was touching with his eyes closed.
His sense of smell was much sharper, very much; he had found a missing dog just by finding the dog's toy's smell. Then followed his nose.
He was stronger, just the other day, Issei had helped a guy triple his size move a box that weighted a large number of dumbbells. Issei had, much to his embarrassment, accidentally ripped his shirt off when he was trying to take it off. Also, if anyone looked behind posters of his room, there would be holes. Hole made from vented anger/sadness.
He could not take everything for granted.
Even with the food and money, Issei just ate enough to keep him from starving and was still left hungry at night. He always had a pit in his stomach, one that food could not fill.
It made him sad. Issei closed his eyes, feeling a nonexistent breeze flow by.
Something was missing from his life. He could not remember no matter how hard he tried. He always tried to imagine his parents, his old life but they have the same aftereffect: a massive headache.
It sadden him, he could not remember a single thing of his past. Issei felt his throat dry up with a grain of sand as water.
He could buy just about everything. However, he did not and ended up envying the one who brought whatever he or she wanted. Issei really wanted to buy toys, left and right. But did not. It angered him. He had a lot responsibilities, unlike other children his age.
It depressed him, he wanted to live like a normal person, have happiness. Issei felt his eyelids being pushed to open so his tears could fall.
He could leave, leave his past behind. He did not have anyone to talk to anyway. He did not have anyone to help him in his times of need. He did not have anyone who he could call a friend.
A friend was something everyone had. But he did not.
It made him hopeless. He was always forever alone. Alone was something he had been his whole life.
Alone.
Issei stood up, tears falling in streams down his face.
Issei turned around swiftly, before punching the wall in mad and sad frustration.
And followed the emotional punch with a despaired-filled moan, as Issei dropped to the floor in emotional and mental agony.
There Issei laid on all fours, sobbing in sorrow, trembling in pain and punched the floor in anger.
Sorrow that he was left behind alone with absolutely no one, no one to turn to or be loved by.
Pain that he was feeling for a reason unknown to him, unknown scared him, filled him with emotional and mental pain.
Anger that he was not able to keep himself from crying every day, angry that he could not remember.
All pain became sorrow.
He clasped his right fist into his left palm, and smashed them together. He let his head droop and fell upon his hands. Trying as hard as he could, he could not stop shaking. It frustrated him to no end then beyond. His frustration became sadness.
Every time he was mad or frustrated, it became sadness because he told himself, "If I have life like this, I deserve it." He did not know why he deserved it, but he did, or so he told himself. Living without someone and in loneliness brought him to think this insane thought and more. But, it was doing its job to keep him sane, well saner than just killing himself in every emotion possible, besides the happy ones.
Every time he was in public, he felt enraged, why couldn't he be 'normal'? Why couldn't he be happy? But at the same time, Issei thought he should not deserve happiness, but he still sought it.
He felt what was really disguised as sadness. Rage was something he would rather show than sadness. Weakness. But either way, he wanted to show neither, keeping is emotions locked up until he got home.
In his desperation, he thought he does not even a the worst life out there. All he lost was his memories, and his parents that were nowhere to be found. There are probably people who have much worst lives. People with no limbs, people who watched a loved one die, people who starve more than Issei does every day and many other things that happen to people to make Issei's life look like a happy, dream life.
That pissed him off. He felt he did not deserve all this. He did not deserve the better 'happiness' that he thought he should not have. Sometimes Issei wished he had the worst life out. Watch his parents die, live on the streets, get treated like trash or even worst, look ugly, stink worst than a skunk, those many more.
People that live like that should have and deserve his life. Issei would probably give his life willingly.
Issei's eyes widen. He felt a presents behind him. It was weird though, he felt something... He was sure of it.
He sat up into a sitting position, still with his back turned. He felt his tears dry a little. He turned slight and looked out of the corner of his eye.
"No one."
Issei sighed and decided that was enough crying. He open the window his room and stared out into the orange morning. The morning had always calmed him, but so did night. He stared at the sky, in a way that people would cloud-gaze or star-gaze. After a few moments he decided that was enough gazing.
Besides, he still had to get ready for his first day of second year of his high school. He was coming back into school after he left elementary school in the second grade. School seemed so foreign to him. So normal, he felt he did not deserve , could help but want it.
"Sigh... Whatever, let's just get this over with..." Issei walked into his bathroom after grabbing a towel.
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Raynare stood in front of a house. She knew what had happen in that normal-looking house, it pained her. Pained her that she could have stopped it before whatever happened to the boy.
But, no.
She had done nothing; she knew a stray was on the loose and was in the house she now stood in front of. She had not gone into the house those years ago because she did not trust her powers. She was much more powerful than she let on and had a masterful façade to seem happy to her fallen friends. But, she could not control her powers. It scared her to think of the things she would do. That was also the reason she fell. She held herself higher than her God. She wanted to do what she thought was right, hide her powers and stay alive. Besides she knew that God had died a long time ago.
Raynare stopped her train of thought to stop herself before she got too emotional.
She had a mission today.
To kill the male within the house, Issei.
She had never killed, nor gotten a mission like this. But, for some reason she got this mission. She was determined to go through with the mission but was hesitant, she did not want to kill someone. She usually gets a mission to spy on someone who might have a sacred gear, maybe recruit him or her for something.
Oh then if killing one person is not enough, she had another mission,
Extract the sacred gear, Twilight Healing, from the nun, Asia
Extracting a sacred gear also meant to kill someone to have his or her powers.
Killing two people, she shuttered. She sighed and walked on. Walked on getting a plan to kill Issei Hyoudou.
"I bet you, it's because of my body..."
Raynare walked off, hugging her body.
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A boy of 16 walked out his house with a pair of semi-informal and semi-formal clothing. An undershirt of red and an unbuttoned dress-shirt with a pair of fine dress pants.
He hummed a tune that kept him at peace. It was a happy one but with a sad feeling at the same time.
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Finally, Issei after his walk made it to the gates of his new school. It was a school that was just for females, but just recently, was opened up to males. Issei chose this school as his own because he wanted one where he could actually learn more and show off a bit, why not?
Issei felt his shoes tap down upon the polished floor. Was he late? There was no one in the halls, why? He looked around, searching for something that could lead someplace else.
'Principle's room' was written over a arrow.
Issei followed the arrows on the walls to a pair of double doors.
"Knock Knock!" Issei knocked lightly.
Issei froze, what was he going to say? He had no experience, at all, on how to interact with other people.
Before he could come up with something to say, the door swung open. His eyes met teal ones.
The woman had teal eyes, brown hair and a beautiful figure. She was a drop-dead beautiful.
"Good morning, how are you today?" The woman ushered him in.
Issei stopped. He was not paralyzed in the prettiness of the woman, but his thoughts.
His mind wanted him to put up a serious and cool-looking face. He wanted to put up a normal face but how would his 'normal' look? He was not sure what to put up.
However, once again, the woman stopped his train of thought. "Are you a new student?" The woman stopped and stared just at Issei. "Oh! You're Issei!" The woman smiled as she remembered. "You weren't here for orientation." The woman turned on her wheeled chair to get off and open up some shelves to shuffle through paper. She threw up her arm in glee. "I have your things here!"
Issei was fighting in his mind, should he come and get from her hands or let her pass it to him? Issei thought it was a no-brainer and waited for her to finish whatever she's doing.
Issei was not sure how his face looked; he wondered what kind of face fitted him the most. A scowl? A smile? Maybe a firm line?
He went with a smile.
He was a gentle person. He just has some 'issues'. If Issei had not lost his memories and lived life he was supposed to without his missing 'life', he would have probably been a happy, out-going person. Furthermore, he lives a quiet life, but every morning he has an emotional and mental breakdown.
"That smile really fits you, Issei. I can tell you haven't smiled in a while now." The woman in front of him smiled matching her personality.
Issei felt a little relaxed, as he scratched at his cheek. "Yeah, I guess so." His attention was turned back to the paper. "Are those things all the things I need?"
"Yea." She paused to think of something, "Oh, if you didn't know, I'm the principle, Venelana Gremory, but everyone calls me Gremory-sensei."
"Ok, bye now, I gotta get to class, Gremory-sensei!" Issei turned form the door.
"Oh Issei, school does not open till a few minutes." Venelana sweat-dropped at Issei's sudden enthusiasm.
"Oh..." Issei put his hand to chin in a deep thought. "I hadn't eaten breakfast... So I'm just going to go home. Bye, Gremory-sensei!"
"Wait!" Issei turned with an eyebrow raised. "You don't have to go home for breakfast. I'll treat you something."
Issei was stunned, why him? "Why me?"
Venelana shook her head, "I just want some company, and you seem lonely yourself."
Venelana saw right through Issei, that scared him, "Sure!" But Issei agreed.
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Will edit later.
I made this up as I went, but the idea (mostly) is that Issei is the original God and the original Satans.
I have not read the light novel, so I have no idea what happens after the anime.
I wrote this to get this story/story idea out my head, so the next update won't be anytime soon.
Harem:
Rias G.
Akeno H.
Koneko T.
Asia A.
Raynare
Irina S.
Xenovia.
Ravel P.
Gabriela.
Serafall.
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Till next update.
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-Aer.