The Dragon Campione Brothers

by dad90

After killing a Heretic God and an Evil Director, both Dayo Kayode and Ryuga Itsuka have become Campiones under the hands of Pandora, the All-Giving Goddess. However, the Sisters of Fate have been given the task by Pandora to choose Dayo as the next Champion of Chaos in order to defeat Alduin, the World Eater and Zeref Dragneel and prevent the awakening of Infinite Darkness.

1. Emperor & Campione

Hey, hey, hey! This is dad90 saying Happy Holidays! And boy, does it feel good to be back, especially after going through SO much this Fall Semester! Now that it's finally over, I can get back to writing!

Before we do any and all of that though, I want to take the time in remembering our 41st President of the United States, George Herbert Walker Bush.

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Mr Bush Jr, himself a former president, described him as "a noble man, the best father".

All surviving US presidents attended the funeral, sharing a pew in the US National Cathedral in Washington DC.

Mr Bush senior, who served as the 41st US president between 1989 and 1993, died on Friday at the age of 94.

In his eulogy, George W Bush said his father had taught him that "public service is noble and necessary".

"He accepted failure is part of living a full life, but taught us never to be defined by failure. He showed us how setbacks can strengthen," he added.

His voice breaking with emotion at the end of his eulogy, Mr Bush said: "Through our tears, let us know the blessings of knowing and loving you. A great and noble man, the best father a son or daughter could have."

For George Herbert Walker Bush was the last president of America's greatest generation: a war hero who bemoaned the end of the patriotic bipartisanship that was such a feature of the early post-war years; a moderate who was genuine when he vowed in 1988 to make his country kinder and gentler; a pragmatist who viewed with suspicion the rise of ideological purists in the Republican Party who fetishised tax cuts and demonized government.

For many his death marks the end of an era, but the truth is that age of American politics drew to a close a quarter of a century ago.

Its death knell began to toll at the beginning of the 1990s with the generational shift away from politicians, such as GHW Bush, who had served in World War Two and been tested in combat, to Baby Boomers, such as Bill Clinton and Newt Gingrich. Their formative years were spent waging the cultural battles of the 1960s and their politics was more aggressively partisan.

Like Harry S Truman, another great foreign policy president who was underappreciated at the time, Bush offers a prime example of how presidential reputations evolve over the passing years, how legacies are reassessed and how traits characterised contemporaneously as weaknesses can be judged by future generations as virtues.

Posterity is certainly being more generous than the headline writers of the time, who derided him as a wimp and something of a presidential placeholder sandwiched awkwardly between the more significant figures of Ronald Reagan and Bill Clinton.

Yet Bush, in his less showy way, was also an era-defining politician, short-lived though it turned out to be: those fleeting years of unrivalled American global dominance.

Lest we lapse into hagiography, a modern-day tendency in a world increasingly bereft of political giants, it is worth highlighting at the outset Bush's many failings.

Fighting for the presidency in 1988, he took the low road to the White House by questioning the patriotism of his Greek-American Democratic opponent Mike Dukakis, and by crudely stoking racial fears. The Bush campaign didn't make the notorious Willie Horton ad - it was put out by a pro-Bush political action committee - but it ran on cable television for 25 days before the candidate condemned it.

Lee Atwater, Bush's abrasive campaign chief, licked his South Carolinian lips at the prospect of portraying Dukakis as a liberal elitist soft on crime. "If I can make Willie Horton a household name, we'll win the election," he said, evidently with the blessing of his candidate.

The gracious letter Bush wrote to Bill Clinton on inauguration day in January 1993, in which he noted "Your success now is our country's success", also needs to be contextualised.

Bush did not think Clinton possessed the personal rectitude to be president, and in his diary that day recorded his reaction to a soldier who gave him a thumbs-up during the inaugural celebrations.

"I must say I thought to myself, 'How in God's name did this country elect a draft dodger? I didn't feel it with bitterness. I just felt it almost generational. What I am missing?'"

Ahead of the 1992 election, the former navy pilot, who had been shot down by the Japanese over the Pacific, had been dismissive of his younger rival, who had not served in Vietnam and never donned military fatigues. "The American people are never going to elect a person of Bill Clinton's character," he sneered.

Fighting for a Senate seat in Texas in 1964, the younger Bush had opposed the landmark Civil Rights Act that demolished segregation in the South and derided Martin Luther King as "a militant".

Yet even as far back as the mid-Sixties, when the Republican Party's centre of gravity started to shift from Wall Street to the states of the Old Confederacy and south-western Sun Belt, Bush expressed concerns about the growing radicalisation of the conservative movement.

"When the word moderation becomes a dirty word we have some soul searching to do," he observed after his defeat in 1964. "I want conservatism to be sensitive and dynamic, not scared and reactionary."

By 1988, when he won the presidential nomination of his party by seeing off more right-wing rivals, the words "sensitive and dynamic" had morphed into "kinder and gentler."

Donald Trump recently mocked Bush's famed thousand points of light speech, asking his rally-goers "what the hell was that?" But for Bush those words defined a brand of compassionate conservatism that was partly a corrective to the "greed is good" excesses of the Reagan years, partly an articulation of the noblesse oblige imbued in him as a child of the American aristocracy, and maybe also an expression of parental bereavement. The Bushes' beloved daughter Robin died of leukaemia aged three.

Paradoxically, no one better personified the geographic reorientation of the Republican Party than Bush, the scion of a Connecticut banking family and son of a patrician Senator who became a Texan oilman and Lone Star politician.

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OK! Now that we got all of that out of the way, we can proceed to our new story! And this time, I'm going to do 2 story challenges from 2 users: Omamori Trinity DxD, and AnimeWatcher1014. And since that I got ALL A's on my last semester, this is your Christmas Gift! A new story!

The crossovers will mainly consist of the following:

Highschool DxD

Omamori Himari

Trinity 7

Heaven's Lost Property

Campione

The Seven Mortal Sins/Seven Heavenly Virtues

And I've added the following as well:

Fairy Tail, Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid, Medaka Box, Attack on Titan, Freezing, Hanaukyo Maids, Mouse, Puzzle & Dragons (Game Series), Elder Scroll (Game Series), Senran Kagura, Negima!, VenusBlood: Lagoon

Now, in this story, according to the authors, we have a Female Issei and a Female Vali, but this time, the female Issei will not only be the Red Dragon Empress, but it will be a lot more, including her being a Demon Lord candidate. Ooh.

Also, as you probably know by now, my OC is going to be in this story, but this time, he's not alone! We have a deuteragonist (secondary main character) in this story as well, and I can tell you right now that he's a character from Beyblade, of all things! Now, at first, I thought that this was not going to work, especially with the character AnimeWatcher1014 chose! But in the end, after I calmed down after my rant, when I saw the bio of the challenge and the character himself from the Wiki, I've decided to give it a shot.

However, both he and my OC have two things in common, and I'll give you a hint: Look at the title.

As you know, I'm a sucker at Harems, and this one's no different, and with so many women and girls here, it's no surprise that there will be plenty of sexual content and lemons in this story, but there will be plenty of battles, comedy, drama and everything else in between!

Now, without further ado, here we go with the new story (and the final new story of 2018)! Enjoy!

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** Some Time Ago **

(3rd-Person POV)

** At the Island of the Fates **

"Sisters! I have wonderful news! The Apocalypse is coming! The Apocalypse is coming!" the youngest sister of the 3 ladies: Past, Present & Future cried out in joy as she joins her eldest sisters in their main viewing chamber. Both Past & Present had confusion looks on their faces.

"What are you talking about, dummy? Armageddon, Ragnarok, or simply the End of the World are all just lies and fantasies made up by the Gods so they can make themselves feel more important and mortals scared of their own mortality," Past sneered at the absurd idea of the end of the world. Earth has been around far more before any of the Gods had been born, even humanity and even Campiones. So the idea that Earth would be destroyed by anything was just moronic to the eldest of the 3.

They don't realize a certain group known as the Heretic Gods are doing just that.

"Now hold on, sister…" Present intercepted in her normal calming way before looking to their youngest sister. "Are the humans finally blowing themselves back to the Stone Age? Some might consider that to be the end."

Future shook her head gleefully at the denial.

"Will Pandora's Box finally be opened?"

Again, another denial.

"One of the Dragon Gods turns Evil?"

"Ehhh….." was all Future was saying as they got hotter on the topic of 'Dragons.'

Nevertheless, they continued on and on going all over the doomsday myths from all around the world.

"Then, what is it?" Present asked getting annoyed.

"It's about the World Eater, known as Alduin and the Dark Wizard Zeref Dragneel. They have found the Ultimate Forbidden Gear known as Infinite Darkness. Fate itself has said that they and the Heretic Gods will bring about the end of this world," the bouncy sister revealed as she continued to shake with excitement while her elder sisters went pale at this information. This was truly doomsday that could spread out into the cosmos. Dealing with the Heretic Gods is one thing, but Infinite Darkness finally being found? That in itself could be the beginning of a chain of events that will put the whole universe in danger. "But that's not why I'm so happy! Fate told me that he's letting US choose and groom the next Champion of the True Entities of Reality instead of Death, Oblivion, Eternity, Chaos and Order this time! And what's more, we even got Pandora herself giving us her blessing!"

"Us…t-this… this is such an honor that we do not deserve. How could we ever live up to the last; the Hero of the Spirits, Shidou Itsuka?" Past asked as she could not believe the grand news mixed with dread of possible annihilation on a universal scale.

"Yeah! But guess what… with Pandora's blessing, our Lord has given us total free reign on what we can do with them as long as they turn out to be super-duper powerful!" Future giggled madly as she began thinking about all the fun things they could do. The sisters loved 3 things: Creating impossible coincidences in the lives of heroes, watching the love lives of said heroes, and watching the resulting drama and interactions of heroes and their friends and lovers. They had little else to entertain themselves as they weren't allowed to leave their island and the only company they had were their guards/wardens.

"Do you realize what this means?" Present asked with a perverted fox-like grin on her face. They always had fun when they were told to create a hero as they usually had to limit their desires for their type of fun, because their lord and master, the Avatar of True Fate, was, in their words, a killjoy that hated their messing around. Which was ironic given that this was their job; to mess around with the fates of mortals that would otherwise just be great and turn into legends.

"Super Zeus level harems!" Future squealed out happily that they were now given the freedom to both save the universe, while at the same time having their fun and giving said hero the rewards they deserved.

"Mmmm…well, we know that this one is going to be male… we did female last time," Past hummed seductively as she began her fantasies. Present grumbled a bit as she preferred the fairer sex and Future was just happy with anything. "Do we have any prospects?"

"Let's see….did we get a time period for this hero?" Present asked as the 3 walked over to the middle pool, where they viewed the timeline.

"Lord Fate said early 21st century," Future replied as she hopping mad with excitement.

"That's a good time for possible heroes as there are so many to choose from," Past answered as she nodded at the choice. In fact, it would always be a good choice when it came to the Master of Fate. "A westerner this time as our last champion was of the East and we know our own better. Shall he be Greek?"

There would be calls of favoritism from the other beings of Fate, but their Master had made his decree and no one could change that.

"He may not be Greek, but he's a Japanese boy named Ryuga ******. He has obtained Dragon Slayer Magic and God Slayer Magic through training and he always strives to get stronger," Present explained as she looked over the boy's fated history. "We could use him….certainly. We can create a special relationship between him and our Champion."

"We do have that Wizard, a prophesized hero named Nagi Springfield….but the problem with Ryuga lies worse with him. Oh, and there is a great deal of fun to be had with him," Past whined, thinking about all those girls that could do so much better than the men they would naturally end up with. Even if they have to share.

"I know we said no one from the East, but what about this one?" Future asked as she touched the pool and the images in the water swirled around and changed to show a young man with orange hair and holding a massive sword. "Please! He's got so much going for him! He's handsome and powerful… and best of all, surrounded by smoking hot women!"

"Again…maybe….maybe….we involve him with our champion, but we have too little influence in that region for us to work at our best," Present answered, vetoing the idea, but she took a deeper look at another particular boy, this time, shrouded in darkness, although there are some draconic eyes showing. "However…since Pandora has given us her blessing, shouldn't it be obvious that she wants another child in her care?"

"Sister…you are not suggesting?" Past asked, looking worried. While Future said that they had free reign to do as they please, as long as they get results, it all cannot be done with Pandora's 'observation.' Which means that this was something else. This was involving with the one thing that would cause controversy of other Avatars of the True Entities.

"That's right, my dear sisters! Our champion, along with his best friend, will be the one special being that almost all races fear, including the strongest of Gods! What better to fight the Heretic Gods and the Dark Wizard is none other than a Campione himself…who's also a Dragon! Yes! They will be known as….

"The Dragon Campione Brothers!"

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Now Presenting: The Dragon Campione Brothers

A Highschool DxD / Campione / Heaven's Lost Property / Trinity 7 / Omamori Himari Multi-Crossover

OP Song: Passionfruit by Yaeji

Prologue: The Sealing of the World Eater, the Fall of the Emperor of Demise, & the Birth of the Dragon Campione Brothers

"Speaking"

'Thoughts'

"Mysterious Voices"

Dragon Spells / Gods / Dark Dayo Speaking

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** Somewhere in Nirn **

'It is so kind of these fools to gather all their dead in one place,' thought a dragon named Alduin as he ensnared another soul of a warrior. The wretches were already happy enough to charge to their deaths once again, determined to right the so-called wrong he committed of killing them before.

Hmph! As if any of that mattered.

If they fell, then it was because they stood before true power. It is the natural order that he stood victorious over all who challenge him. Those who tried to escape were lost in the mist he created, draining their life energy away into him. Soon, he will have regained his fearsome strength, and will be able to destroy that abomination they called the Dragonborn. And those naysayers amongst the Dragons will bow their heads before him, along with all other mortal races. He chuckled at the thought of what he learnt, down on Nirn. Those fools with their petty wars and rituals. The entire country was sundered by a civil war, leaving them weak before them. And those 'Thalmor'…. So arrogant, so smug in the belief that they could conquer the world by themselves. He will enjoy seeing the looks of terror on their faces as their spells fail against the dragons' scales; their books and robes burned by flames; and their towers shattered under their blows. Perhaps as they burn they will realize the folly of trying to take his prize from him.

As he savored that pleasant thought, his dining was interrupted by the sound of shouting. 3 warriors, shouting in the Dragon language.

Led by one very familiar voice.

The Dragonborn.

'So, she somehow found a way to Sovengarde. No matter. Her strength will not hold out against mine,' he thought to himself. "Ven Mul Riik."

As he shouted those words, the mist, fading away against their combined shouts, blew back in with gale-force winds. He moved in to feast again, to make his power grow, but before he even started, they shouted again. The mist blew apart, and he could see three warriors standing at the path. These warriors are some of the ones he faced in the past, the ones that banished him to this very moment. He's going to enjoy devouring them once and for all.

"Ven Mul Riik," he shouted back again, the mist covering everything. But something was wrong. It took more effort to form it, and what did form was smaller.

That's impossible! He was Alduin, the World Eater. The First-born of Akatosh.

There was no mortal able to defy him. A deep thrum filled the air, and one voice sounded above all.

"Lok Vah Koor," a female voice echoed as his mist was shattered once more. The force behind it caused him to stumble. Impossible. That's impossible! There was no way she could've done that. But then again, she relied on the strength of others. Alone, she was no match for him. And while their shouting was impressive, their physical might is no match for his.

He took to the skies, flying towards them and shouting flames as he passed. The 4 dodged away as he left a burning trail in the ground, rolling away as the heat washed over them. The warriors shouted at him and fired off spells and arrows, but they did nothing. His strength was too great. He laughed as they attacked ineffectually. He was a God, and they were nothing. Their attacks were as pitiful as the last time he fought them. He now began to move in for the kill.

"Joor Zah Frul," the female warrior shouted. Suddenly, Alduin's mind was filled with pain as images of dying and old age filled it. His body refused to obey him, and his wings felt weighted down. He fell and crashed into the ground, gouging a trench behind him. Shaking his head, he got back onto his feet and glared at the Dragonborn.

"You may have picked up the weapons of my ancient foes, but none of you know how to truly wield it," he said before lashing out with his teeth and his breath, searing her as his teeth crashed into her armor. She ignored the pain, focusing on slicing her blade through the Dragon's snout over and over.

Damn that shout… damn mortality! He was Alduin, the immortal. His dominion over Mundus was foretold by Fate itself. It was inevitable, as unstoppable as the sea wearing away at the land. He started as she shouted flames at him, his movements stopping her blade from slicing through his neck. As she moved in for another, he felt the dark power holding him down dissipate. Her blow bounced harmlessly off his scales, and he lashed out with blinding speed. His teeth finally found flesh, and she was knocked away by the force behind it. Chuckling to himself, he attacked again.

"Yol Toor Shul," he shouted as fire billows over the female warrior and scorching the ground at her feet. He saw her tumble from the intensive blaze. Perhaps once more should do it to remind her of his power. "Yol…"

"Joor," the Dragonborn interrupted him as her shout disrupted his own. And at that moment, his mind was hit with a spike of mortality, but he managed to shake it off. With a mighty flap of his wings, he took to the skies and rained fire down from above. He had to keep moving. As long as he was moving, that fool would find it difficult to actually…

"Joor Zah Frul."

Alduin banked sharply as the shout almost grazed him as it passed. Waves of mortality washed over him, his wings almost refusing to work, but he managed to recover before he fell. He growled angrily as he felt several arrows imbed themselves in his wing. How dare they. How dare they! He will have her flesh in his gullet, and her soul banished beyond even the Daedric Planes. He bellowed as he flew over head, grinning as one hero failed to run before his might.

"I have already defeated your friends once," he said as he swooped down. Felldir the Old let off one lone shout before Alduin ensnared him with his jaws. A single crunch was all he needed to break, and then he devoured his soul. "I do not fear them."

"Then fear this, Alduin. Joor Zah Frul," the Dragonborn replied angrily. Snorting, Alduin banked again to avoid it. But she was expecting that, because he nearly collided with the shout anyway. While he was busy shaking the mortality from his mind, he roared in pain as several arrows skewered his wings. He crashed into the ground again, his membrane shredded as he ploughed into the ground. Roaring in fury and pain – despicable pain – he lashed out wildly.

"How dare you! I am Alduin! Most mighty of any in the World!" he roared as he scurried across the ground to lash out at her, to make her feel pain like he did.

"Zun Haal Viik," he roared as the Dragonborn's blades flew from her hands. She tried to roll away, but his teeth found her leg. She screamed in pain as he started to wave her around, satisfied as her screams became louder. But he forced to let go as the woman, Gormlaith Golden-Hilt, slashed him across his eye. Snarling in pain, he released the Dragonborn and turned to her, her ally Hakon One-Eye standing beside her.

"Arrogant Mortals. Your pride will be humbled," he said as he lashed out with claws and teeth, with Hakon stepping forward to intercept them. Gormlaith moved out of his vision, but a swing of his tail sent her flying back. They were a delicious feast, but that wasn't main concern right now, because as long as the Dragonborn lived, his mission was threatened.

"Ven Gar Nos," he called as a cyclone exploded from his maw. Hakon and Gormlaith were swept aside by it, smashing against the ground as it carried them away. Chuckling to himself, he turned to see the Dragonborn standing again with a bow in her hands.

"Joor Zah Frul," she shouted again, before firing off her arrow. The shout hit him just before the arrow did, the tip imbedding itself between his eyes. He roared in pain, before roaring again to summon meteors. The Dragonborn was forced to run; dodging the meteors as they nearly struck her.

"Iiz Slen Nus," Alduin shouted as he unleased a wave of frost, plants and rocks covered in ice. But the Dragonborn managed to dodge it, rolling away at the last minute. He growled to himself, feeling the injuries slowing him down. She was….more skilled than he believed. She was a fine adversary. But this ends NOW!

"Tiid Klo Ul!" they both shouted at the same time as the world around grinds to a halt. Glaring at her, he used another shout. This was the one thing she couldn't do, being too young and weak to use multiple shouts.

"Su Grah Dun," he shouted as the power of the wind emboldened him, allowing him to rush towards at blinding speed. His jaws were wide open, ready to crack her armor open and feast upon her flesh. She fired arrow after arrow, but he weathered them all in his final assault. This was the end for her, for the dominion of Man. But as he moved to bite down and finish her off, she dropped the bow and grabbed something from the ground beside her.

One of her blades with his blood covering it.

By the time he noticed it, it was too late. He was too fast to stop himself. He could not stop the blade from driving itself through his skull. The pain, already strong, became overwhelming. He roared in agonizing suffering, the world shaking around him. His energy has sapped away from him, roaring into a void as his scales were shedding like leaves.

"No! I am immortal! I cannot die!" he shouted this in horror, trying to stop himself from dying and prove those words false. He was the World Eater, the end of Nirn. He couldn't die. He couldn't!

But despite his posturing and pleading, his body exploded and his flesh was seared away, leaving nothing of him behind.

The battle was over and the Dragonborn has defeated Alduin, saving Nirn.

** At another mysterious place **

An emperor's road is covered with silks and velvet carpets, the armor that they wear is as unbreakable as their pride, and the stubborn, unfaltering light of resilience shines in their hearts. An emperor ventures far, unafraid and certain of success, their iron fists clench millions of strings and cords in their iron graps, but controlling them is hard and the velvet carpets that lay on an emperor's path are soaked with poison as the monsters seep through the iron walls, nothing is higher than an emperor's glory but the darkness rises from beneath, deadly and unexpected. An emperor's way is grand, but it breaks off into the nothingness that has haunted from the very first day.

Does an emperor hide from the ghosts of his mistakes, or does his stand up to them and let them take him, either way, they will get to him and payment is inevitable, whether the price is trust, truth or life?

For The Emperor of Demise, that's something coming in his mind. In his human form, the Emperor takes a form of a short old man covered with a dark red cloak (black in some occasions), he has long gray hair and a long grey beard, he also has grim-looking eyes. In his true/dragon form, he is a large dragon, his scales are red with a cream-colored underbelly, he has six horns, two long cream-colored whiskers, red eyes, a long white mane, and sharp wings, his most notable feature being that his overall design is a mix between that of a Japanese dragon, and of a Medieval-European dragon.

Right now as he floated in time, thoughts of guilt drowned the Emperor of Demise as the throne crumbled beneath him, his crown covered with blood of rebuke and the dust of lies that once covered it was being wiped clean. It was the end, but the old refused to give in. As the light of acceptance shone through his cracked shield of pride, he began to remember the bad things he did, but in the end, he didn't care. He threw away his shield of pride and bathed in the light of his sins. It was too late for forgiveness, so he had to fight for a life with understanding of his demons. A life like that was better than the lies he told himself to justify his actions, and nobody would take the new life away from him.

It's strange how creatures wish for a better life when they're on the brink of losing everything.

"The dragons are tired of your old foolery. They want a new era, and they have decided that I'm the best one to lead them," rang out a voice from the shadows.

"How do you know what the people want, Crom Cruach? You were once controlled by that Evil God Balor. All that you are is a power-hungry Evil Dragon coated with the fog of lies! I may be old, but my eyes still strike lightning and my claws still rip the flesh of my enemies. Even those 2 Heavenly Dragons cannot escape serious injury when my claw touches them, even if they're alive today! So I suggest you give up if you fear a battle ahead of you, because you will get it. I am the king and my roar will be heard clearer than thunder as I rip through the murky skies of your existence as I am nothing but an obstacle that you will never outcome!" the old Emperor roared.

Crom Cruach, the strongest of the Evil Dragons, and known as the Crescent Circle Dragon, simply sighed at the Emperor's stubbornness. Like the Emperor, Crom Cruach has the ability to shapeshift into a human form or a Dragon form. In his human form, Crom Cruach has the appearance of a tall man wearing a black coat with a mixture of black and blond hairs as well as heterochromatic eyes where his right eye is gold and his left eye is black. In his true form, Crom Cruach resembles a majestic jet black Dragon with a black and golden aura surrounding him. Since he has black wings, Crom Cruach is a Western Dragon.

"I have given you plenty of chances to walk away and even step down," Crom said calmly. "But since you are too stubborn, you have decided to do this the hard way. No matter. The skies for me are too clear for a lightning storm. I have traveled to many places since my master died to continue my training until you confronted me. You even decided to take me in upon this land of dragons, despite my status as an 'Evil Dragon'. Since then, I've learned a lot from you and the people around you were getting tired of all of the recent things you did. You even made your daughter….Tohru, I believe….run away because of your actions, and you hold no remorse for what you did. Heck, I even see her as a daughter that I never had. It's a shame that she'll soon learn about your death soon, because from this state, your roar is merely a bark of a dying lion. And as I was once your advisor, you never listened to any of my advice, the outlook of your people, and you kept this world running like a rusty mechanism of a clock that's stuck in the same routine. You will find out, one way or another, that change is inevitable."

** Somewhere in the Void **

Alduin opened his eyes, taking a deep, fresh breath of air before roaring in fury and pain and fear. Only once he stopped did he finally realize that he was still alive! In some form of void, perhaps, but alive nonetheless. He chuckled to himself. As expected. He still was needed to destroy the old world and make way for the new world. Most likely all the Dragonborn did was banish him forward in time, to a time where she was no more. This is perfect. He will crush the races of Man under his claws, and burn their petty kingdoms for their rebellion. Both of them, that is.

Now, if only he could find a way out of this forgotten realm….

"Leaving so soon, Alduin?" A deep, quaking voice thundered. Alduin twisted around, eyes searching for the speaker. "A pity. I had hoped to talk to you first."

Alduin snorted, now recognizing that voice. "I care nothing for what you want, Mora. You are nothing but a thief to me. A thief and a corrupter."

"Ah. You are still upset about Miraak then," said Mora as one floating eyeball appeared before Alduin, joined swiftly by many others. "I don't know what you are so upset about. Is it not in a Dovah's nature to desire more power?"

"Don't you give me that crap! Miraak was no true Dovah. He did not have the power to challenge us until you aided him."

"So you say. And yet, a Dovahkin was the one to best you," Mora replied, making Alduin snarl flames at the eyes as rage overwhelms him. But as he expected, there was not a trace of damage to Mora. The Daedric Prince chuckled, "Temper, temper. You forgot that you are not the strongest one here anymore. Times have changed."

"Maybe, but you hold no true power over me. Even you cannot destroy me for good. Now, if you're done, I have a world to conquer," Alduin told Mora before he turned to leave, only to have his way blocked by a wall of blades.

"Don't you mean a world to destroy?" another voice asked. This one was a mixture of male and female, two voices speaking at the same time. The wall parted to reveal a massive bald woman standing before him with an equally massive axe in her hands.

Alduin snarled again. "So you have something against my goals too, Boethiah?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. Your role is to destroy Nirn. Burn its cities to ash, devour its people, leave nothing left of it including the screams of the dead and dying. Instead, you have tried to merely conquer it, twice," Boethiah snorted before turning male as she did so. "You disgust me."

"Watch it, Prince. Those are fighting words to Dovah."

"True, but can you even still be considered a true Dovah?" another voice asked, this time as a man with a deer head standing over him. The man, Hircine, chuckled to himself as he petted a wolf. "From what I heard, many dragons feel that you aren't one of them when you ran from the Dragonborn. After all, a true Dovah stands and fights until there is a victor. They never run from anything, especially nothing from a tenth of their size."

"That wasn't a proper fight. She mocked me with her trickery."

"Trickery? Is that what Dovah call 'levelling the playing field'?" asked another female voice, belonging to Mephala as her 4 arms weaving away at something he couldn't truly see.

"I am the World Eater. She was nothing but a mortal. There should be no levelling involved."

"Well, if you were truly strong, then the Dragonrend shouldn't have mattered," said another new voice, belonging to Malacath, flicking him away with a lone finger. Now Alduin was beginning to worry as he saw Malacath, the Daedric Prince of the Spurned. None of the other Princes truly like him, and they wouldn't invite him to their meeting unless there was a very good reason for it. "You use excuses in order to hide from your own weakness, Alduin. Man up and admit to your folly."

"Never! I was not beaten by the Dragonborn!" he roared angrily, flames crackling over his body.

"Oh, but you were, and you know it," another female voice giggled as Alduin turned to see a human female with white hair smiling down on him. Her name is Vaermina. "I can feel your fear of her rustling in your skull."

"I. Fear. Nothing!" he roared as the ground he found himself on was set ablaze by his rage. Cracks formed everywhere as his roar echoed. Lightning and meteors formed high above, lashing out at anything close.

Mehrunes Dagon, another man, waved one of his hands lazily, and the destruction vanished.

"You are afraid, Alduin," Meridia said scornfully as her glowing wings nearly blinded him. "You fear the mortals. You hate them. You think of them as beneath you. And so, you would prolong their suffering simply to sate your own pride."

"Indeed. While I enjoy seeing people and beings plot and scheme forever, I like seeing destruction far more," Dagon agreed before growling deeply. Deep enough to make the ground under Alduin quake. "And there's also the fact that I hate you, far more than you can imagine."

"Ooh. Sounds like old Dagon is still a little bit upset that you cursed him into becoming one of us," Sheogorath, a new version, spoked. He was juggling his staff on top of his fingers. "Mind you, I find that reason enough to do some punishing around here. Dagon killed a good friend of mine during the Oblivion Crisis. Plenty of my friends to be exact. And while I can't actually do anything to him there's nothing that says I can't hurt the one who made in the first place."

"I agree. But we can't destroy him yet. We still need him to destroy the World, after all," said a voice that shocked Alduin to his very core. He had just heard the booming voice of Molag Bal. The King of Corruption, the Prince of Enslavement and Domination. And the only Prince out there that every race can agree that he is nothing but evil.

And he was sitting there, without Boethiah trying to rip his head off! That alone, got Alduin VERY worried!

"Well, what are we going to do to him?" another male voice asked by the name of Peryite as he had taken a form that was a mockery to Dovah; a four-legged Dragon that doesn't exist. "He does need to get that ridiculous nothing of conquest beaten out of him."

"I've got me lucky brain beater stick right here," Sheogorath said as he pulled out a big plank of wood from his pocket. "It's to beat nasty ideas out of peoples' heads."

"However, I highly doubt that violence alone would be sufficient to change his mind. He just got here – from his point of view – a few seconds after having been killed by the Dragonborn, and he was already planning on attempting to conquer Nirn again," said Peryite, making the other Princes nod at him. Dagon grabbed Sheogorath's stick and broke it, showering Alduin with splinters. A short woman with a top that bared the middle of her chest named Namira leaned forward.

"Vaermina and I could change his mind. Between my darkness and critters, and her nightmares, we could drive him into a destructive rage."

"All your creatures fear the light and only dwell in the safety of the darkness," Nocturnal shot back, clearly female. "Hardly fitting for the World Eater to cower from the sunlight."

Alduin growled in anger. "You will not break me, Namira. Your pets will burn before me."

"Guys, we're so focused on the stick that we're forgetting the carrot," another voice named Sanguine said. "How about we bribe him with a party? We get him some mead, a few musicians, a couple of stripper dragons; and then we offer it again if he does his job. What do you think?"

Everyone, including Alduin, stopped talking and stared at Sanguine's crazy idea. It was so crazy, you could hear Sheogorath dropping a pin.

"I like it," Sheogorath said brightly. "Strippers and cheese for everybody. Wait, are dragons lactose-intolerant?"

"…How would you even find stripper dragons?" Malacath asked in confusion.

"Easy. They're the ones shaking their booties for gold. Also, they're probably dressed like Nocturnal and Azura."

"Ignoring your disgusting insult, that is still a completely moronic idea. It's the kind of thing we'd expect from Sheogorath," the Prince of Debauchery said as he pulled out a large book with a naked Dremora on the front.

"I have an idea," a young human boy named Clavicus Vile said. "What if he sell his services to obnoxious humans? Either way, they destroy the world in their quest to obtain power and wealth; or they irritate Alduin so much that he destroys the world just to get rid of them."

"But what if he destroys the world before its time? Or he decides instead that he really needs to be in charge?" the dog next to him, Barbas, asked. Vile, another Princes, glared at him.

"And this is why I hate having to compromise with you. You never likes my ideas."

And that's when the Princes started arguing and debating amongst themselves at that, seemingly only a single remark away from coming to blows. Alduin wanted to run and escape, but he was worried that he might just gain their attention again. Their arguing stopped when a grey armored man slammed his fist against the table, earning their attention. He had massive spikes jutting from his back and helm, yet everything was perfectly symmetrical.

"Banishment," he said in a deep, somber voice. The other Princes groaned.

"You were never very original, Jyggalag," Dagon grunted. The Prince turned to stare at him for several seconds.

"Whether I am unoriginal or not, there is no denying that it is still a passable choice."

"Agreed," More replied. "And I actually have an idea on what to do with him. We send him to another world, where he will be left weakened and under the control of others until he understands his duty. Once he has done so, we can pull him back to Nirn to do his duty at the appointed time."

Namira snorted. "You came up with all that just now? Admit it, Nora. You're after something, and you plan on using Alduin to get your tentacles on it."

"Perhaps," Mora admitted. "But it is still an option."

Sheogorath kicked his legs and jumped onto his chair. "Right then. All in favor of banishing Alduin to another world to learn a few lessons in friendship and hatred and love and destruction, raise your hand and say 'aye'." He stopped to ponder. "Or any other type of arm you have…"

Alduin watches in disbelief as almost every Prince raised a limb in agreement with this punishment. Only Namira refused to do so.

"Then so be it. In accordance with the will of the Daedric Princes, we hereby banish you from Nirn, until there's the time to decide you are ready to return and fulfill your duty," Mora intoned. Alduin then felt chains wrap themselves around him, trapping and pulling him into the table. "Alduin, son of Akatosh. You are henceforth removed from our presence. Ponder on your fate, and learn from it."

All Alduin could do is roar in fury as he was dragged lower and lower, until he was falling again as a disembodied spirit.

"Right then. Who's interested in playing Go Fish?" Sheogorath asked before everything went dark.

** Back at the other Mysterious Place **

Cold blood ran down the red dragon's scales and his aching legs could barely keep up his now bulky form, but he still had power and his resolve was iron. Storm clouds lurked around the ashy mountains of the dragon land, the soil as dry and trampled as the sore soul of the Emperor.

"Tohru….I'm so sorry," grunted the old dragon, but the rumbling thunder blocked out his cries of pain. There was a large gash in his side, torn flesh beaten by the constant downpour of raindrops. It was like the pain in the dragon's side was muted but sharp warmth and a surge of shivers ran through his body. The Emperor's scarlet blood ran down onto the soil beneath him, soaking it with the sins that were his. His hope was unfaltering, but a shadow of doubt began to nibble on his conscience. He gave a heaving gasp and tore his bleeding body from the ground with a mighty push of his wings. They swept through the air, brushing aside the raindrops, the grand emperor's faded scales dripped with water and the cold misery soaked into his heart. The old dragon gave a final push with his wings.

"So you have decided to fight to the end…" Crom Cruach sighed before making a serious face. "I'll commend that you have pushed me very hard. Not to mention that you have given me a battle that no other opponent has given me in a very long time. As such, I'll get serious now and defeat you."

The Emperor then thrust his claws into Crom's head. Crom thrashed around in the air and roared in shock and pain. The Emperor of Demise quickly swung his limp body over the Evil Dragon's neck and biting at it with his last strength, shaking in aggravation, swung his opponent's body downwards and sighed in relief. But the fight was far from over. Seeing that the old king let his guard down, Crom Cruach pivoted in midair as he was plummeting downwards. With an immensely powerful impulse, he thrust out his wings, adjusting his balance, preparing to attack. All his muscles tensed and his black scales gleamed in the cold glare of the lightning strikes around him.

For the first time, and in a long time, Crom Cruach's eyes were full of ambitious concentration, gleaming like black onyxes. He calculated the right amount of power and sent a powerful aura blast at the old emperor, who was recovering his senses. The hit was so powerful, that it sent the red, blood streaked, aching and tired dragon plummeting backwards, carried by the energy like a leaf caught up in the trajectory of a knife. When the moment was over and the smoke cleared, the great dragon was barely alive. In a daze, he hung in the sky, too tired to react. And then suddenly, and without warning, a bolt of lightning cut through the storm clouds above and penetrated the flesh of the emperor. The electricity enveloped his numb body like chains of death and he fell down to the ground, masked by the cloak of rain. The Emperor of Demise plummets into the nothingness beneath him as the king of the skies was flung off from his throne.

"I can't lose!" were the last words the Emperor came out of his mouth before his life fades away into the night.

For Crom Cruach, he silently closes his eyes to pay the Emperor his last respect as he fought till he could fight no more and even pushed him to get serious, and that itself was no easy task. He then looked down at the dead body on the ground with his head held high. The Emperor of Demise has met his own demise as he was now nothing but a faint lump on the floor beneath the feet of the new greatness. The lost-in-time emperor was now one with the earth that raised him, the boundary between the skies and the ground. The raindrops softly patted his dull scales as though singing the final symphony of goodbye.

With this, Crom Cruach gave a mighty roar as he had won a well-fought battle, and with this, he had not only become the new Dragon Emperor of this land, but he no longer has to deal with the title of 'Evil Dragon' anymore.

** At the Dimensional Gap **

When Alduin reformed, his roar was loud enough to shake the heavens. Power exploded from him as a storm formed around him. Only once his energy was spent and the land was shattered did he stop. He flapped in the air, panting and growling with rage. So, they thought they could tame him like some animal? Send him away to some barren world? Well, they had another thing coming. He will not break. He was a Dovah. He was an Aspect of Akatosh himself. And no one, not even all the Daedric Princes, would break him. No, he will escape this prison. And he will return to Nirn and conquer every last part of it. He will enslave all races and remove all worship of all the Aedra and Daedra, until they all worship only him. He smirked as he imagined the lot of them, too weak to do anything to him ever again.

Now, where in Oblivion is the way out of this wretched realm?

His search was interrupted as he felt the thunderous boom of explosions, of two great powers colliding. He felt confused. He thought this place was meant to be abandoned. Were there other powerful beings that Mora tossed in here? If so, perhaps they could be of some use to him. Well, at least they weren't hard to spot. Their explosions lit up the sky, easily as powerful as his own attacks when he was fully empowered. He flew closer, buffeted by the winds at every boom. They mattered little. Compared to the suffering he faced from the Dragonborn, this was nothing. He felt himself feel better, imagining the Dragonborn standing in the middle of here. Alone, weakened, and ripe for death. His smirk faded as he finally glimpsed the fight, and he found himself surprised.

A massive red Dovah with a single large horn was fighting against an old man. No, not a true Dovah. This one had four legs like Peryite, and two pair of wings on his back. A simple dragon, but still a powerful one. Alduin was more concerned with the human he was fighting. He resembled an old man in a black robe, a long beard billowing dramatically. It reminded him of the Greybeards, those humans who followed his traitorous lieutenant. His blood boiled as he saw the human unleash powerful draconic power. Was this… Was this his enemy? Was this the Dragonborn? He quickly shook the thought from his head. He knew enough about humans to tell the difference between a man and a woman, and this was clearly a man. No, this was likely another Dragonborn perhaps. A more literal one, never worthy of being called Dovahkin. Rage filled his head, along with a desire for vengeance. He would show them. He would show them all his power. That no Dragonborn was a match for his true power. This world will shake under his onslaught, until there is nothing left of anything.

He charged forward through the skies, an angry spear of Dovah strength. "Face my wrath, Dragonborn!" he shouted. "Yol Toor Shul."

A long beam of fire burst from his maw, slamming into the ground where the man stood. It was melted into lava, cracks forming far below it. Alduin smirked until he was knocked sideways by a powerful strike of lightning. It arced over his body, trying to worm through his godly defenses. And while it failed, it was still stronger than he was expecting. He glared up to see the human flying above, black wings coming from his back. The old man simply looked down upon him, not even concerned or angry.

"You are interrupting private matters," the old man said. "Wait your turn, and I will destroy you when I am ready."

"Destroy me? Such arrogance. I am the World Eater. I will devour your soul. Yol Toor Shul," Alduin yelled back.

The man dodged his breath, but Alduin continued to shout as he chased after him. The man created some form of barrier, but was still blown away under the sheer force. When Alduin ceased his attack, the man's robes were tattered. He raised a hand, and many glowing circles formed around him. They blasted lines of pure power towards Alduin, which he dodged with ease. But he stopped smirking when they seemingly turned back and struck him from behind. His scales felt slightly warmer from the assault. When he looked up, the man was rushing towards him. Alduin grunted as he was kicked upside the head, falling to the ground before he gained lift again. Angry now, he charged for the man and attempted to ensnare him with his teeth. The man dodged and kicked again, doing this over and over again.

"Tiid Klo Ul," Alduin shouted as time slowed to a halt as the man was about to hit Alduin in the snout. He flapped around him and slammed his teeth down on his leg before tossing him towards the ground and ramming him.

"Yol Toor Shul," Alduin shouted as a large ball of fire formed between him and the man. When time stopped, he was pleased to see the man shocked right before he slammed into the ground and the fireball smashed into him. Alduin laughed loudly at his suffering. If this was Mora's idea of a punishment, then he needed to come up with something better.

"Hey!" Alduin was almost startled by a loud voice. He turned to see the giant dragon glaring at him. "What are you looking at, small-fry?"

"A dragon who fails to bow down to greatness," Alduin replied haughtily. "Grovel before me, and I may let you become my servant…"

The dragon roared angrily and lashed out with a claw. Alduin twisted around it, but was still nearly buffeted by its passing. The dragon roared again, a beam of energy forming in his maw. Alduin flapped away, but it was too big for him to dodge.

"Feim Zii Gron," he said quickly, his form becoming ethereal and the beam passing through him. He flew closer now, the dragon lashing out fruitlessly. When Alduin returned to the physical world, he was close enough to do some real damage.

"Fo Krah…"

Something slammed into him, his attack coming out half-formed. Before he could make heads or tails of what had happened, something grabbed him from behind and started pummeling him. He twisted to snap at it, causing him to fail to notice the dragon's attack before it was too late. He was slammed with full strength, his godly protection glowing as it protected him from the assault even as he slammed into the ground. He shook the ringing from his head, looking up to see the old man floating next to the dragon.

Of course. He forgot about the Dragonborn.

"Wuld!" he shouted, looking to his left. Before the dragon's claws could gouge at him, he rushed through the air and reappeared next to the massive arm. He moved to attack, but was hit from behind by the Dragonborn again. Roaring in fury, he prepared to unleash a maelstrom of power upon the both of them. But then suddenly, he was in the eyes of the dragon, and was struck by energy barrages from the man. When he turned to attack him in revenge, he was slammed into the ground again by a powerful beam. His scales stung under the barrage. No. How? How could they have beaten his protection? He never heard the man shout the Dragonrend. How? How did they do it? How did they do it?!

After that, when they both started pummeling him over and over again with powerful energy and magical barrages, he didn't have much time to worry about it anymore. In fact, the two didn't stop until his body had been pulverized into so much bone and scale. He didn't have the strength to get back up. Only then, when he was practically dead again, did the ground crumble beneath him and he fell into oblivion.

High above, Hermaeous Mora watched Alduin. Stopping at the Dimensional Gap first was a brilliant plan. Admittedly, at first, he had been concerned that the Great Red and Ophis didn't have enough power to break him down. But it appeared that they did. Or at least, they hadn't wasted most of it against each other. Now that he was suitably weakened, it would be trivial for his broken body to end up in the hands of a few enterprising Devils or Fallen. Some who would recognize the power hidden within him and convert him into a weapon.

Now all he had to do was to make sure that Alduin ended up in the right mortal bloodline.

Unfortunately, that was NOT going to be the case…

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END OF FIRST HALF: A mysterious figure with angry red eyes holding a book that says E.N.D. is looking at a portal.

START OF SECOND HALF: The old man from the Dimensional Gap has just realized that his son has gone missing during the battle and is now ticked.

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** Somewhere in Italy **

(Dayo's POV)

Now, to the everyday person, life is quite mundane. One would wake up and get ready to go to school or work. After a day of rote slaving away at their job or at their educational training, one would go home or go out for dinner. After that, it's time for bed and the entire cycle repeats the next day and so forth. Rarely does this routine change and the monotony of life continues. However, freak occurrences do happen. For me, Dayo 'Mugen' Kayode, who's the son of Ophis, the Infinite Dragon God, and my late father, Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes, freak occurrences are my definition of 'normal.' And where I am right now, in the fabulous city of Italy, that is going to be no exception.

I've just finished my long flight from Miami, Florida in the U.S.A. all the way to Italy. However, this is not my final destination. My final destination is in the town of Kuoh in Japan, but that's coming later. Especially when there's a 2-day wait for my next flight. Why 2 days? Well, being stuck in the airport is one thing, but a 2-day delay?

Luckily, I do have something to do here in Italy. Like handing this ancient stone tablet known as the [Prometheus Grimoire] to a lady named Lucretia Zola. The question is how to get there without revealing my Dragon features?

That's right, folks. I'm no normal human being. I'm a Dragon. Half-Dragon, Half-Demigod, to be exact. And coming from my late father…and from my father's friend, Ichirou Kusunagi, I have a body that almost no woman would resist looking and/or touching, give or take. I have short black hair, a long black ponytail that reaches down to the ground, deep black eyes, a face carved by the finest Greek sculptors and a body that looked like it belonged to a professional athlete.

But that's not all. I also have a special Sacred Gear, along the possession of 12 Dragons inside me and my special 'brother' who I call Dark Dayo as he looks like a complete darkness version of me.

I've discovered the existence of these powers and the rest of the supernatural world at a relatively tender age of 10 from my father when he was alive at the time. If it wasn't so damn painful to remember such event.

"You there, stop!" a voice suddenly shouted, getting my attention as my thoughts were interrupted.

I turned to the source of the voice and saw a tall blonde woman with deep blue eyes, wearing a fancy red dress with black accents that exposed much of her abundant chest, a sword sheathed at her side.

"Yes? Can I help you?" I asked the girl, who I thought she looked good.

"Give me that Grimoire," she demanded bluntly.

"Can I at least get your name?" I retorted just as bluntly.

"Huh?"

"Your name. What is it?"

"That's irrelevant. Now give me the Grimoire."

"I don't know who you are or what you're talking about, but I just showed up here and out of nowhere, you come up and try to rob me? Yeah, that's not happening."

"Then have it your way," she grumbled before drawing her sword, causing me to quickly put some distance between us.

"Great, I have to deal with an idiot of a mage."

"Oh? So you have some knowledge of the supernatural? Then, I take it you know how dangerous Grimoires are. So, hand it over."

"I do, and I also know not to hand them over to random strangers, even if I had one. And besides, I have plenty of experience when it comes to stealing and borrowing and not trusting strangers to a degree. So unless you can explain why I should even entertain the idea of handing one over to you, don't bug me. Also, drawing a weapon on someone like myself in the middle of a city isn't going to do anything good for mages like you. You might even expose us to the wider public."

"I am a knight of the Copper Black Cross, and I am permitted to do as I see fit to achieve our goals."

"OK….Look, just tell who you are and why you want this thing and maybe we can come to an agreement."

"The less you know about it, the better."

"Then I'm not handing it over to you, under any circumstances."

"Have it your way," she rebuffed before thrusting her sword at me, which I dodged it with ease.

"Are you really trying to do this?" I asked with a bored look. "You're asking for trouble if you keep this up."

"Then hand it over!" she shouted, swinging again.

"Well, I'm not doing it, because you're not the owner!" I growled, turning and sprinting.

"Get back here!"

"Not a chance, you crazy thief!" I shouted back. Ironically, one of my aliases is being a famous bandit named The Dark Phantom. I'll tell you about that later.

"Damn it, stop!"

But before we could say anything else, a powerful explosion rocked the city.

I turned to the source and saw an enormous, glowing boar rampaging through the center of the Italian city. "How did that pig even get here?!" I asked in disbelief.

"You can see it?" she asked with surprise.

"Of course I do! I already told you that I know magic very well!" I answered while trying my hardest not to reveal myself.

The ground shook violently as the behemoth tore through numerous buildings.

The blonde narrowed her eyes before hissing, "I'll deal with you later. Right now, I need to stop this thing."

"Are you out of your mind?! You'll going to get yourself killed against that thing!"

"In the defense of the people, it's a necessary sacrifice," she retorted before leaping up to a nearby rooftop and rushing to the monster.

I narrowed my eyes and ruffled my hair before saying, "ARGH! Screw this!"

As I try to find a place to hide so I can get my weapons at the ready, I nearly hit someone; a boy with blue hair dressed in unusual clothes. For some reason, I sense some…divine energy…in him.

The boy itself blinked in surprise before looking at me. "You can see me?"

"Yeah…."

After a moment, he smirked. "Tell me, are you Dayo Kayode, by any chance?"

I narrowed my eyes when he asked me that question, so I decided to ask him back.

"You're not human…are you?"

Pointing to the wrapped package I'm holding, the boy asked, "That Grimoire you're holding…what do you plan on doing with it?"

I gave him a straightforward answer. "This is something that I'm going to deliver to a friend of my late father's friend."

The boy smirked in amusement. "I see. Well, good luck to you."

And with a snap of his fingers, the boy vanishes. I have a feeling, though, that we will see each other again. It was then that 5 seconds later, I realized something very important.

"Please don't tell me that I just met the God that was behind that Divine Beast, wasn't it….?"

"Bingo, dumb*ss."

That's Dark Dayo, my snarky 'brother', just to let you know, and to confirm my question, the gigantic boar roared loudly before it vanished in a burst of light.

The blonde on top of the roof of one of the buildings frowned in confusion before seeing me down below, jumping down to where I am. "You call me crazy, and yet here you are, apparently about to do the same thing."

"Can't do much….yet. However, I know when to strike and when not to."

Narrowing her eyes, she sheathed her sword, folded her arms and said, "Erica Blandelli of the Copper Black Cross."

"So now you tell me your name," I said sarcastically before nodding and giving her my alias name. "The name's Dale Dominus. Now, can you tell me why you want this thing?"

"As you know, that is a Grimoire, an extremely powerful artifact capable of great destruction, and within the Copper Black Cross, it's our duty to ensure that such artifacts are collected and destroyed, and if that's not possible, then they are to be stored somewhere safe."

"So it's one of the Magic organizations. I see. But why should I even consider of handling it over?"

"We are a division of the Church, primarily one of the two arms that handles incidents of great supernatural interest," Erica answered.

"Then this doesn't concern you. That boar and that kid, on the other hand, does."

Erica blinked in surprise. "Kid?"

"Yup. I actually ran into the God commanding that boar in this alley. A complete nutjob, if you ask me. Anyways, my Aunt is expecting me to get this tablet to an old friend of my late father's friend, Lucretia Zola. If you agree to not try and kill me or rob me (as if you'll do something like that to me, anyways), you're more than welcome to join me and then talk to her about it. Once it's in her possession, she has the right to hand it over, but I don't. Do we have a deal?"

Erica folded her arms suspiciously. "Can you guarantee she'll hand it over?"

"The answer is no, I assume. But I can guarantee you that I'll get you into a situation to talk with her about it."

She sighed heavily before shrugging, "Alright, fine."

I nodded with a small smile. "Good. Now, how about you take me to Sardinia?"

Erica nodded firmly, "Of course!"

** At a Train Station **

Erica sighed in annoyance. "Why did you insist on the train again?"

"Well, I always like trains. It's cheaper than going on a plane. Not to mention the aisles and windows give a clear view of anything approaching," I answered. 'And most importantly, to make myself look more normal.'

"Right…" she muttered, unconvinced.

"What?"

"That only works if it ever gets here."

Tapping her foot impatiently, she finally stood up, now fed up. "Alright, that's enough time wasted. My maid will get us there faster."

I looked at her in surprise. "Huh? I thought you were part of the Church…"

"What of it?"

"You have a maid," I stated plainly.

The blonde tilted her head in confusion. "And? Is there a problem with that?"

Knowing that the Church is….quite unpredictable…I stared at her silently for several moments.

"…Are you really part of the church?"

"Yes!"

"Uh-huh…" I muttered as she pulls out her cellphone.

** At a Mansion **

We soon arrived in front of a large mansion with a gate around it. The red car we're in screeched to a high-speed stop.

No sooner than we arrived that I got out immediately and tried my best not to throw up while Erica fared a little better.

The reason why we're in this state is because of the driver that is Erica's maid. She is a young woman with short, likely elbow-length, dark blue hair, tied up in a ponytail, her bangs framing her bright blue eyes, wearing the obvious maid's uniform of a knee-length black dress, a white apron, black stocking, and dark blue shoes, and throughout the trip here, she was driving SO erratically, not to mention of swerving too hard and driving too fast, we're surprised that no police officers stopped her. Her driving is HORRIBLE!

"W-What kind of maid is this?!" I asked angrily.

"D-Don't worry about Arianna," Erica laughed weakly. "She's a great maid in many ways, but driving is her one weakness."

"Well, she needs to get her driver's licensed suspended if she keeps that up," I remarked. "I wouldn't be surprised if she killed an innocent person in the crossfire."

The maid, Arianna, almost cried at that.

"But nevertheless, she isn't the worst driver I've met….yet," I added, causing Arianna somehow to smile as she felt a little better.

"Thanks!" Arianna smiled.

"Erica, just be grateful that we're here in one piece," I warned Erica.

"Right…" Erica trailed off, turning away from him, slightly disturbed and motioned to the large mansion ahead. "In any event, here it is. Lucretia Zola's mansion."

As Erica went up to the gate, I noticed a white cat sitting on the building's roof.

After hearing Erica's knocking, the cat looked down at us.

"We're here to see Lucretia Zola," Erica said.

Nodding, it leapt down and walked up to the gate as my eyes narrowed at this kitten.

"Is this a Familiar?" I wondered as I investigated the cat further as it approached. 'No… it's a bit too strong to just be that.'

My suspicions grew further when I watched it unlatch and opened the gate with its tail.

'That is definitely not a Familiar…' I thought, and as if it read my mind, the cat actually asked…

"What?"

"N-Nothing. Is she here?"

"Right inside," it answered, pointing to the door with its tail.

"Thanks," I nodded as we went inside with the cat following behind.

As soon as we inside, my eyes popped when I saw a beautiful woman with long, flowing, bright auburn hair that reached her knees, her bangs framed around her dark violet eyes, wearing a sleeveless, dark lavender one-piece outfit that hugged her form tightly and was very low-cut, showing a large portion of her bulging breasts.

The woman, sprawled out on a long sofa at the back of the room with her bosom almost falling from her clothes, craned her neck up to look at us.

"Hm? Ah, so many visitors. If I had known any were coming, I'd have gotten dressed," she said in an almost seductive voice.

"Bro, your 'Shield' is weakening," Dark Dayo said with a dark smirk. Shoot! If that happens, both Erica and this woman will be in my pants in no time!

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Ahem!" I coughed quickly. "I'm here to deliver something to you. You must be Lucretia Zola, I assume?"

"In the flesh," she remarked as she sat up, her large orbs shifting with her movement.

"Good," I answered as I placed the wrapped object on the table before getting a good look at her. She smiled at me, and I could've sworn that she licked her lips on purpose.

"Like what you see?" Lucretia asked. I simply nodded as she chuckled, "I like an honest man like you. Not to mention that you're certainly my type. In fact, you're just like your father was when I first met him."

The word 'father' was rather…a touchy subject to me as I frowned slightly. "…I'm pretty sure you're thinking of someone else."

She shook her head as she leaned back. "No, no, I assure you that the cold, calculating exterior and sometimes extremely arrogant and selfish Gilgamesh later in life is nothing like how he used to be. And even I'm surprised that he was able to marry the Infinite Dragon God, Ophis."

"WAIT!" Erica stood up, as I know now that the jig is up. "Y-Y-Y-YOU are the son of Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes, and Ophis, the Infinite Dragon God?!"

I simply looked at her and silently nodded. Erica shivered uncontrollably as she now realized who I was.

"I want to make sure that this is kept secret," I said. "Although I doubt since I'm heading to Japan in a few days."

"Then that means that you'll be involved with the 3 Factions soon," Lucretia smirked.

"That, and a whole lot more," I said, already prepared for the inevitable meeting with them. "I'm going to become an Art teacher, of all things, in Kuoh Academy in College, while I become an Information Technology teacher in High School."

"Ah! That used to be an All-Girls school before it turned co-ed a few years ago," Erica mentioned.

"Not only that, but that school is actually controlled by Devils," Lucretia followed.

"While this is all fine reminiscing, I'm still in shock that you are Gilgamesh's son," Erica said to me before turning to Lucretia. "However, I'm on a very tight schedule."

That was when Lucretia frowned in annoyance at the blonde. "And you are?"

"Erica Blandelli, an Enforcer of the Copper Black Cross organization of the Templars. I accompanied Dale with the sole intention of obtaining that Grimoire, so that the Copper Black Cross can safely store it away, deep from the reaches of anyone."

"So, basically, a thief."

"Hardly," she retorted with a huff.

Lucretia folded her arms under her bust with a smirk. "What do you call taking something that doesn't belong to you?"

Pointing to the object, Erica argued, "This Grimoire is a unique situation."

"And yet, it still doesn't belong to you. There's no reason it's any less safe in my possession than with your Templars."

Erica hissed in frustration as I sighed in exasperation and said, "Alright, alright! Enough of this! What's so important about this Grimoire, anyway?"

To answer my question, Lucretia unwrapped it before smirking as she looked it over.

"I've forgotten about this one; a Grimoire based on the tale of Perseus," she explained as she set the tablet down and redirected her attention to me with a sly grin. "Tell me something, have you ever experienced what it's like to be with a woman?"

I sighed as my 'Shield' began to lower again. "Yes. Yes, I have, and I ashamed to admit that I have slept with a lot of them, in more ways than one."

"So you have," Lucretia smirked in response as she sat up straight as her orbs swayed as she did.

"If you want, I can give a…'sample' of what its like," I smirked back.

"Ohhh, I would be delighted."

Erica blushed madly and stepped between us before she looked at me with an even deeper blush between her cheeks.

'Now that I'm looking at him from a closer point-of-view, he's kinda cute…W-Wait! Focus on the task at hand!' Erica thought before coughing. "I'm not leaving without that Grimoire."

"Figures," the cat commented, and out of nowhere.

"Quiet, you," Erica snapped.

"And why should I?"

"Why do you think I should hand the Grimoire to you?" Lucretia challenged. "Solely because the higher-ups in your group told you to?"

I scratched my head in confusion. "I'd like to know how she knew about it…"

Lucretia merely shrugged, "It's a Grimoire. Anyone with a decent amount of magic would've been able to detect one so powerful."

"And to think that my erratic family would hide this from me when I already that they were going to do that…" I said with my eyebrows twitching.

Erica, finally having enough, shouted, "Do neither of you realize the threat a Grimoire like this poses?!"

I huffed, "Do you not know much about magical defenses?"

"What?"

"I'll take that as a No. Bounded Fields are very good security."

"Well, the 12-layered Magical Barrier of Copper Black Cross' vault is SO much better than any manmade Bounded Field."

Lucretia merely snorted in derision, "Yes, because the Church's security has never failed."

Erica winced before sighing, "…For now, I'll leave it be, but I'll be back to get that Grimoire."

Lucretia rebutted her suggestion. "Well if you leave now, it'll be dark before you get back to the city. I suggest that you stay here for the night, and don't worry. I promise that I won't put any curses on you."

"Right…."

"After all, there'd be no fun in it."

"I'll take on that suggestion," I retorted. "And besides, I don't want to see that maid driving again unless she completes Driving School."

Erica twitched at me insulting Arianna. "…Fine. We'll stay. One night."

"Good idea," Lucretia responded. "And besides, there won't be any more taxis until tomorrow."

"I figured as such," I sighed. "From meeting this girl to meeting a God…The story of my life…"

"And speaking of Gods, if you can remember, what God did you ran into?"

"Well, he summoned a giant boar, looked like a boy with blue hair, and wore really weird clothing like something from an old movie."

The witch put a hand on her chin in thought.

"Based on everything you've told me, that was likely the War God Verethragna."

"Verethragna, huh? The Victorious Persian War God?"

"The very same. However, have you've heard the term Heretic God before?"

"I've heard of it quite a few times, but I would really like to refresh myself with that term."

"Right…Verethragna is a Heretic God, a God who has gone rogue down from whichever metaphysical realm he normally inhabits and comes to our world. Normally, they do it to cause mischief, or in some cases, disasters. Most Heretic Gods do little more than cause strange occurrences in the lives of humans that interest them. But some Gods, either normal or Heretic, can cause problems on a much greater scale. For example, if a War God like Ares becomes Heretic, then it's possible that he could cause violence and war to occur or even escalate in a location he goes to."

"Then if that's the case, then how do we stop him?"

Erica argued, "It's not as simple as you think it is. Your father was later known to be immortal, despite being half-human, half-demigod. Gods are immortal as well. Not only that, human weapons, such as missiles and bombs, would only damage a God's physical body. If you wanted to drive a God away, you would need to damage his soul, and there's only a single group of people who's capable of doing that."

"You mean…the Campione?" I asked. "The ones who, through some means or another, killed a God and absorbed their power, and are given way too much authority because of it."

The two just stared at me with disbelief and a hint of unease.

"What?"

Sighing, Lucretia responded, "You maybe the son of Gilgamesh and Ophis, but it's very unwise to speak ill of the Campione, regardless of your opinion of them."

"Then give me one good example," I challenged her.

"Lady Aisha. She's known as the Eternal Beauty or the Queen of Caves. She stays to herself most of the time, but she is known within the magic community to heal all. She can heal any injury, physical, spiritual, or otherwise, and she rarely refuses to heal anyone."

"I see…"

"So while most of them aren't pleasant, they aren't strictly evil."

"Unlike Voban?"

"I said most."

"Right…"

Erica added, "So if we're going to stop Verethragna, we need to find a Campione and get its help."

I frowned in thought before looking at the Grimoire. "So..what does this Grimoire do?"

Lucretia offered a wide, mischievous smirk. "The Tale of Perseus allows the user to steal a single ability of a God when it is aimed at them."

"But wait! How is his tale related to theft?"

"The legend says Perseus decapitated Medusa and used her severed head as a weapon against Cetus to save Andromeda."

"Yeah, I know that, but how is that stealing anything? He had to fight and kill the Gorgon to get that power."

"First of all, her name is Medusa. Second, that's not the true legend. He snuck up on Medusa while she was sleeping, used a mirror-shield to avoid her snake-hair's gaze, and cut one of her snake-heads off, since he feared getting close enough to take her whole head was too dangerous."

"Well that makes sense. So then, what are Verethraga's powers?"

"He has a sword that allows him to slay another God so long as he knows as much as much as he can about it."

"Then we take it and use it on him."

"Not quite. You actually need to know everything you can about him."

"So if I can get sword, I should be able to use what I've learned from that torturous Structural Analysis class back in Nova Southeastern University to get his history."

Erica folded her defiantly and replied, "Structural Analysis doesn't work like that."

Lucretia argued, "Well, you're only looking at the surface. Those inexperienced with Structural Analysis would only see its ability to analyze the physical world. Those that have a deep understanding of it however, can tell the exact history of an object. Including who made it, how and when."

Erica frowned incredulously. "…And I'm supposed to believe he has that?"

Motioning to me, Lucretia urged, "Show him your best weapon and we will use."

Erica narrowed her eyes before a rapier appeared in her grasp that I looked at as my eyes glowed red for a few seconds.

My eyes turned back to black as I've explained what I've observed. "…Cuore di Leone. It's a mystic sword imbued with the magic of steel from the center of Damascus, wielded by the Saint Raffaello. It is completely indestructible, able to heal itself of any wounds, and has a sister sword name Il Maestro. Made from Mithril and cooled in the blood of an Angel willingly given."

Erica looked at me in disbelief as Lucretia and remarked, "Told you."

The blonde just grumbled before dismissing the weapon.

I frowned in thought before asking my Dark Bro, 'I hope that you haven't copied that weapon.'

"Too late. Every time you touch a weapon with that ability of yours, like a computer command, I copy-and-paste the weapon and added to my powers. Not to mention that this is making your 'special sword' stronger," Dark Dayo mentioned.

'No surprise there,' I said to him.

After a moment, Erica, somewhat perturbed, asks, "Why are you just standing there?"

"Thinking of battle plans."

"Right…" she answered, incredulous.

"And I assume that your first step is to find Verethragna, right?" Lucretia asked.

"Sounds like fun…"

"Oh, it will be," the cat interjected yet again.

"That said, since you'll need this to take down Verethragna, I'll be giving the Grimoire back to you for the time being," Lucretia said before smirking as she sat up straighter. "Now, let's move on to the more exciting part of the conversation."

Damn it. And I thought that I was going to get away with it….

"What if I told you that I was old enough to be your grandmother?"

"I already have one, and she's sexier and smarter than you, thank you."

Erica almost laughed when she saw Lucretia face-vault to the ground. Lucretia then got her composure back before saying, "Well, I'll admit that I try myself very hard to keep looking this young. How about I let you see what this body can really do?"

Before I could answer, I could see the white cat looking at me, and I could've swore that the cat was grinning. 'Is it just me, or is that cat making me look nervous.'

"Especially when it's a Youkai. A Bakeneko, to be exact."

'So that explains a lot…it's no wonder that she's too strong to be Lucretia's familiar.'

"Not only that, but I'd predict that her power is close to that of low-grade Ultimate Class. Devil-wise, that is."

'Then what is she doing here in some random mage's house?'

"Don't know, don't care. And besides, why do you ask the cat if your so curious about it? Curiosity only kills them after all."

"Ooh!" Arianna cheered as she saw a wine cabinet nearby. "This looks like really good wine!"

"Why do I have a bad feeling about this?" I asked as I know that liquor is unfortunately one of my BIG weaknesses, especially for all types of Dragons.

(15 minutes later)

"I should've known…" I said as I saw Erica now completely drunk.

"Oy! Pour me some more wine!" she shouted.

"Um, Erica?"

"Come on, don't keep that same expression on your face and do something!"

"Erica…"

Erica was grumbling as she scowled at a metal mask hanging in front of a mirror.

Arianna wasn't faring any better as she was completely wasted as well as she merely laughed stupidly as she flung her arm over a railing.

"I knew that this was horrible," I sighed as I looked at the glass. "How long did you had this wine?"

"How about 100 years?" Lucretia retorted.

"How you ever heard of going shopping for new wine?" I asked her, stupefied.

"That's up to interpretation. Besides, not everyone can handle Moonlight."

Note to self: Never drink this wine. You'll be raping a lot more women that way.

Yes, my sex drive skyrockets whenever I get drunk, and worse, for some bloody reason, I completely forget what happened after that. The last thing I know is that I drank something, and the next thing I know is that I have so many women around with looks of ecstasy on their faces and wanted to do it again. That scares me.

It wasn't long before both Erica and Arianna have passed out, so I quickly decided to take them to bed before anything else happens to them.

(5 minutes later)

I got back to see Lucretia, and making sure that the coast is clear, I then said to her, "Well, you know what you want."

"Yes," Lucretia smirked as she finally began to undress herself. "After all, Dragons are very well known to attract lots of women and are very good in the bedroom."

"I, myself, am no exception…sadly," I replied as she walked towards with the last of piece of clothing torn off. "I hope you can keep up."

"Same to you," Lucretia as she pushed me down on the couch, licking her lips.

** In the Bedroom **

(3rd-Person POV)

Both Erica and Arianne are completely out and that's a good thing, too, because for the next 3 hours, both Dayo and Lucretia had hot and intense sex with Lucretia screaming in ecstasy like never before.

** At the Hallway **

(3 hours later)

Lucretia had a satisfied look on her face as her body was covered with sticky white liquid. She took one of those liquids and gulped it down shamelessly.

"He didn't disappoint me at all, especially when he's abstinent for over 3 years," Lucretia chuckled as the white cat approached her. "You should've seen it, Himari. I wouldn't be surprised if he got sexually frustrated married women to leave their husbands because of him."

The cat leaned back before glowing and engulfed in a burst of smoke. When the smoke died down, a young Japanese woman in her adolescent years with a buxom figure stood. She has long black hair with a blue tint that extends all the way down to her hips, with several bangs hanging over her forehead and long side bangs that frame her face. She usually wears her hair in a long ponytail with a pink bow holding it in place. Right now, she's wearing a white kimono with blue cat paw prints over them, along with a red interior that she kept hung off of her shoulders, exposing most of her breasts, as well as a pair of geta on her feet.

The young woman, Himari Noihara, nodded with a smile, "I would not hath been surprised. Thy cousin Kuroka would've had a field day with this."

Lucretia chuckled in agreement as she began to clean herself with Himari helping her, "You and me both, Himari. We might get lucky and have just helped with the creation of a new Campione."

Himari retorted, "If he survives… he maybe the Son of Infinity, but he does have to be careful and not get too cocky."

"Didn't you sense it?"

"Sense what?"

"He also has Senjutsu and Youjutsu in his veins. Just like Kuroka. And that's only just the beginning as he will be very hard to kill, even for a Deity, let alone, a Dragon."

"I'm not surprised," Himari smiled as she was trembling with excitement. "He nearly died when he was young, and so many Ayakashi and other enemies were hunting him down just to take his powers."

Lucretia raised an eyebrow in response. "Oh? Do you know him?"

"Yeah, but I doubt he remembers me. However, I do sense a special charm that my ancestors have placed on him."

"Interesting. If he doesn't, don't push it."

Himari nodded in return. "Thy won't even ask."

"Indeed. Now, let's see what he does tomorrow morning."

** In Another Dimension (Date A Live) **

The world around him was burning.

He was surrounded by the suffering heat. Ironically, he's a Dragon as well, and he's supposed to be used by all kinds of heat.

However, he was in an epic battle that was going to determine the fate of this world, and right now, he feels as if the heat around him was now hurting him. His lungs were filled with smoke and each time he breathes, he could feel his insides burning.

The sheer heat distorted the world around him like an illusion before a dying adventurer in a desert.

The battle he was in was so intense, that his body finally began to complain and scream in agony whenever he tried to move.

His bones began to break apart…

His flesh and scales were tearing off as well…

His nerves were not responding…

His brain was beginning to break apart as he was trying to keep up his thought in battle…

Yet, for Ryuga, the Dragon Emperor, he kept going.

Blocked, slashed vertically, horizontally, blocked, evaded…

Shot, reloaded, dodged, shot again…

Attacked, defended, evaded attacks…

He just continued to fight against his opponent relentlessly.

The very air seemed to shake with each blow the two combatants exchanged. Their figures seemed to disappear each time they moved around the battlefield.

The battle lasted for minutes, yet to both combatants, it seemed like eternity.

Their attacks surpassed the sound barrier or even their own thoughts. There was no logical thinking behind each blow.

They relied solely on their survival instincts.

Swinging Sandalphon to deflect dozens of flying mechanical swords to the left, Ryuga rushed forward, summoned Raphael in its lance form. He lunged forward like a comet. His opponent brought out a bright golden sword. It wasn't something for humans to use, but more like, some weapon for a giant warrior. Yet that man casually spun the over-20-meter sword with ease before thrusting it towards Ryuga's heart.

"Raphael!" Ryuga yelled as he created a large typhoon along the spear form of Raphael as he changed the direction of the spear. No longer aimed towards his opponent, he swung it up, deflecting the incoming thrust of the sword.

But even with a large typhoon coming at it, Raphael only slightly changed the direction of the thrust. The golden sword missed its original thrust, it pierced through his left flank, and almost blown away his left arm.

His opponent's eyes widened at the unexpected counter. But it was at that moment that determined the final outcome of the battle.

Concentrating with all of the Mana energy within that split second, and looking up in the sky as if saying a prayer, Ryuga changed Saldalphon to its ultimate form. The very space was ripped apart, torn apart, violated as an unnatural amount of Mana was used in that instant.

Ryuga could hear the sound of something in his head snapped apart in that split second, but he didn't care the slightest about it. The 2-meter sword in his hand grew longer, revealed itself in its deformed yet strongest form.

"HAALVANHELEVVVVVVVV!" Ryuga roared followed by the sound of a Dragon's roar as he swung the gigantic sword with all of his might and the Mana of the Spirits that resided in him. Unlike all of the other attacks before, this one couldn't be avoided or blocked.

SLICE!

The sword cut cleanly through the opponent's flesh and bone. The absolute hammer of a Tyrant delivered the final judgment toward its master's enemy.

BOOM!

The sword strike blew away everything in its path, tore apart the airship and crashed into the mountain range in the distance, leaving behind a large crater on it.

Half of the victim's body was blown away and vaporized without a trace.

At the same time, all of Ryuga's energy and Mana were completely depleted. Intense pain struck him all over his body as he struggled to stay on his feet with Sandalphon as a crutch.

"Well done, Ryuga," said the voice of his opponent. "Well done, indeed."

His opponent was a tall man wearing a formal jet black suit. His hair is dark ash blond, and he has a pair of sharp eyes as if a knife was being used to cut a slit on his face. He's none other than the founder and director of Deus Ex Machina (DEM) Industries, Sir Isaac Ray Pelham Westcott. Leaning against a nearby wreckage of his CR-unit for support so that he could look at Ryuga straight in the face, Isaac began to laugh.

"Ahh, so how do you feel, Ryuga? Are you satisfied? Successfully carrying out your revenge against me? Protecting your precious Spirits? You have achieved your victory!"

Despite the pain running through his body and his numbed eardrums, somehow, Ryuga could still hear the voice of the man clearly. However, his vision started to blur with static.

"Fufufufu! Ahahahahahahaha! Yet that victory came with a price, doesn't it? Just like what me and Woodman had suffered 30 years ago. How is it, Ryuga? This is the price of using the power of the Gods! Those powers humans like you should never touch! Even if you can seal the Spirits' powers, you just can't use them like they do! So, how does it feel? Having your brain died away slowly? How do you feel before dying soon, huh Ryuga?!" Isaac asked as he continued to laugh in madness. However, that soon died quickly when a large explosion happened under Isaac's feet. He never stood a chance.

Ryuga was glad that Isaac Westcott was finally dead, but what everything he said was true. Even if he could seal the Spirits' Mana, using them for a long period of time placed a lot of burden to his body, despite being a Dragon.

Previously, when he still had 100% of each spirit's Spirit Mana, he could still afford to use their abilities for an extended period of time, not to mention Kotori's unique regenerative ability. But now, when almost every Spirit had taken back at least 90% of their power, his body had started to break apart after each battle.

Not even Kotori's ability could do anything with the limited amount of Mana energy he had.

And today, he has finally reached his limit. He could no longer feel even the wind on top of the ship or the supposed cold feeling on the handle of Sandalphon. All 5 of his senses started to disappear.

2 days ago, he realized that he could no longer taste any foods. Yesterday, he could no longer smell anything. And even now, he could barely hear anything. Even his vision started to blur away. Ryuga tried his best to keep them active during his fight, and now…

'To think that I would never see the day that I would lose almost of my senses,' Ryuga thought.

It was almost as if he was in a dream. The world around him seemed to be more dream-like than reality…

Then suddenly, a flash of heat assaulted his body, followed by a bright blinding light. The sound of explosions and the shrapnel came after and attacked him, and yet he couldn't feel anything. He could still make out something sharp had stabbed into his ribs. Followed by the shockwaves from those explosions, his body flew backwards.

Tumbling down the lower deck of the ship, Ryuga's body rolled a few times on the cold, hard surface before falling off the edge of the ship…

** Outside the Battle area **

For Tohka Yatogami, she has experienced many battles before.

Long before she met Ryuga, throughout her life had been a very long battle. Battles against her own weary spirit that threatened to break after every time she came to Earth.

Battles against endless squads of the Anti-Spirit Team (AST). Yet those battles where she always emerged victorious were empty. She had no reason to fight and swung for sword for survival. She had no drive to fight, no beliefs to protect, no dream to yearn for…

She couldn't remember anything, she didn't even know anything, not her name, her age or her past.

As a warrior of heart, she understood that without those things, her sword had no strength behind it. So continues those days when only her world was empty. Meaningless battles that keep on throwing at her…

…until she met Him.

Ryuga, the Dragon Emperor, the adopted brother of Kotori Itsuka and the late Shidou Itsuka, who died from one of the Spacequakes that Tohka made as he tried to reason with her, but failed.

She knew that he was not a normal person to begin with, but…

…that fated meeting when they both fought changed her life forever. Despite having a rough start with each other, constantly throwing insults and calling names, and so forth, he gave her a new life. New friends.

And most importantly, what Shidou was trying to tell her, a reason to fight and live.

She fought to protect her current life, to protect this place, Tenguu City, her close ones like Kotori, Yoshino, Reine, Kaguya, Yuzuru, Miku, Natsumi, Aii, Mai, Mii…

…and to protect Ryuga, and not let Shidou's death go in vain….

And so, here she was, fighting once more to protect what is dear to her…

Swinging her sword rapidly, cutting down her enemies mercilessly…

In the final battlefield of chaos and bloodshed, Tohka's mind was clearer than ever before….

BOOM!

Suddenly, her heart tightens, and like a bad premonition, the night sky was dyed red with a powerful explosion. The airship, Yggdrasill, the DEM's mothership, the stage of the final fight between Ryuga and Westcott got swallowed by the giant sphere of heat and destruction.

The giant sphere was cut apart by a wave of dark purple energy which Tohka immediately recognizes as a Halvanhelev attack.

As the ship was engulfed in the explosion, she could barely make out the figure of someone falling off the ship…

"Ryuga?!" she gasped. Making short work of the remaining Wizards and Bandersnatchs, Tohka flew towards him with all her might.

Before his body could fall out of the barrier that contained the battle, Tohka caught Ryuga and flew up to the dropping remnants of the Yggdrasill.

Gently laying his body on the ground, Tohka could see the tiny glow of fire on his wounds. Normally, there would be a large flame which covered up the whole wounds to heal it completely.

But this time, the flame was only burning slightly, like a candle's light in front of the storm.

[Ryuga?!]

"Darling!"

"Ryuga…"

Tohka could see the figures of the other Spirits landing on the remnants surface. It seems that the destruction of Yggdrasill and Isaac Westcott had brought the fight to a close.

The Bandersnatchs, losing their main energy source and command center, were shut down and fell down into the deep dark abyss under the battlefield. Various DEM Wizards had been captured by the AST ones. The remaining DEM Wizards had surrendered, and landed on the remnants.

"Kotori! Everyone! Something's wrong! Ryuga can't heal himself!" Tohka said, worried.

As the Spirits surrounded the unconscious Ryuga, Kotori knelt beside him and checked his pulse.

"This is not good, his pulse is weak. Miku, can you heal him?" Kotori asked.

Miku nodded and knelt next to her. Putting her hand above Ryuga's wound, she hummed a melody. A blue light glowed on Ryuga's wound, but quickly died out. Cursing quietly, she immediately tries again, but it comes out nothing!

"Damn it! Why doesn't it work?!" she asked as she tried it again desperately. A cough escaped her lips. Putting her hand on her mouth, Miku could see a bit of blood on her Astral Dress' gloves.

Kotori had to pull Miku as she notices that Miku was restraining herself.

"Wait, let me try this," Kotori said as she leaned closer and touched her lips against her adopted brother. She could only guess why Miku's healing power didn't help Ryuga. After the battles, most of them had spent too much Spirit Mana. Not to mention that Ryuga's wounds were caused by Isaac's special CR-unit. It wouldn't a surprise if it prevented healing using Mana from outside sources. The only hope was to pass down her Mana to her brother so he can heal on his own. However…

"It's not working?!" Kotori asked, dumbfounded after kissing him. 'It was supposed to work! I have done it before! Why?!'

"Seriously, that is one hell of a way to wake up your brother, huh Kotori?" a particular voice asked, causing the Spirits to look at him.

[RYUGA!] the others shouted as Ryuga tried to stand up.

"Careful, Ryuga!" Tohka said in concern as she lent him her shoulder, preventing him from falling.

Leaning against Tohka, Ryuga sat down. Looking at his own body, he smiled sadly.

"So, this is the limit, huh?" he said to himself. "I never knew that I was going to go down like this."

Blood was sipping out of his wounds. Even his nose and eyes were bleeding.

He could no longer hear the voices of the girls. Even their images were blurry in his eyes. Feeling his end coming near, and with a certain father figure up above telling him that it's time, he weakly raised his head, trying to burn the images of his friends, his sisters, his allies and, being the battle maniac he is, a lot of battles into his memory.

'Damn, I can't even see them clearly. What a sad way to die,' Ryuga thought. Then he heard a Dragon roar, and he knew that it was his father.

'Dad….I'm coming home. I'll be right there…I must first say good-bye to everyone here, if I can…'

He carried no regret. He was taken in by the Itsuka family, despite him telling them that he was a Dragon. Not to mention that he was cold and cocky and sometimes rude to them, but they accepted him for who he was. He had fought not only for himself, but for his friends' future, as well as the future of the World. There were people who would fight with him.

He had saved lots of people. Tohka, Origami, Kotori, Yoshino, Kaguya, Yuzuru, Miku, Natsumi….

In the end, he had a wonderful and exciting life.

"Please…escape…everyone. This…place is not…going…to…last long…." he said before coughing blood. Even breathing started to feel painful to him.

[Ryuga!]

"Origami!" Mana yelled, grabbing onto her shoulders. "You need to get everyone out of here, now!"

"But Ryuga…!"

"We need to get out of here first! We can't treat Big Brother's wounds here!"

Origami hesitated for a moment before nodding and yelling, "METATRON!"

Pillars of light surrounded everyone on the ship remnants as the very space around started breaking apart like fragile glass.

A special barrier had been put on the sky of Tenguu City. With the combined abilities of Kurumi, Origami and several Wizards specialized in barriers, they had created an area disconnected from the space-time continuum, an area similar to the unknown dimension where Spirits returned after creating Spacequakes.

Within this area, there was no way to interfere from outside, whether through physical force, dimensional manipulation, time travels…

The battle became a fixed event, with its outcome unchangeable by anyone.

However, it had its limits. Once it was broken, it was possible to interfere with it from inside or outside.

As the pillars of light surrounded the Spirits and their allies together with the wounded boy, they gave out an intense light, enveloped everyone inside.

However, what they don't know was that a special portal enveloped the now-dead Ryuga into another dimension, whether a certain All-Giving Goddess was waiting for him.

As the light died out, they had all disappeared from the warped space.

And moments later, that World was broken….

** In Lucretia's Mansion **

(Dayo's POV)

"Sleep well?" Lucretia asked as we were gathered at the lounge.

"I certainly did," I answered. "And I hope I didn't disappoint you."

Lucretia licked her lips in a sexy way and replied, "You certainly didn't. You really know how to please a woman and make her happy. You'll be gaining a large harem in no time, especially with such sexy looks on you."

I rolled my eyes in annoyance. It wasn't the first time I heard that. However, for some reason, I looked at Erica, who was staring curiously out the window as the white cat was now on Lucretia's lap.

"Does it normally rain this hard?" Erica asked.

Looking outside, the woman furrowed her brow somewhat. "No, it doesn't. Not this time of year. It's rather odd for it to be hitting so rough."

The white cat sat up and commented, "Looks like we've got another Heretic God on the way."

I actually had a funny feeling about that as well.

Lucretia also nodded in agreement as she looked outside in thought and said, "That explains the weather, and considering where we are right now… Melqart was likely unsealed."

"Well, I did say that we're going to stop Verethragna, but another Heretic God here? I mean, I'll admit that I like having a good battle or two, but this is ridiculous," I said, but before any of us could say anything further, the entire building shook harshly.

"Looks like Melqart's here…" Lucretia remarked as Erica began to run out one of the building's back doors and when she looked up in the sky, she couldn't help but gasp.

I immediately chased after her as I saw the area surrounded with thick mist and rain, only to see a massive figure, resembling a tall, bearded man with dark gray skin and old-fashioned armor who stood nearly 20 meters in height.

"Oh boy, oh boy!" I said in surprise.

"This is going to be good," Dark Dayo smirked in excitement.

Erica however, frowned in thought as she stared. 'Is he a God or a Titan?!'

"Probably a bit of both," Dark Dayo answered.

'I see…'

"Do you have the Tablet?"

'Of course, I do,' I answered. 'And I have a hunch that Verethragna might show up here.'

"Indeed."

Erica tightened her fists and gulped nervously.

As we looked at the large creature in front of us, I began of thinking of an idea, and I have a feeling that it might be suicidal.

"Are you thinking of another crazy idea?" Dark Dayo asked, as if he read my mind.

'Indeed I am,' I replied. 'But it just might work.'

Taking a deep breath, I stepped out onto the balcony and shouted, "Yo, Melqart!"

"Wh-What are you doing?!" Erica asked, worried.

Melqart stopped and turned to me with a scowl of irritation. "How arrogant must you be, child of man, to stop a God's advance?"

I quickly responded, "I'm not being arrogant, Melqart, especially when you're talking to the son of Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes! I bet you're about to fight Verethragna, right?" 'Info on Melqart, on the Double!' "After all, you are the King of the Gods of the Phoenicians, Melqart."

"Well, well. For that arrogant brat to have a child, and yet, he's one of the lucky few who know the names off the ancient kings," Melqart said as he straightened his stance and stood tall. "Yes, I am indeed Melqart! The king once known throughout this land! No, throughout these entire waters!"

The white cat huffed, "He's certainly full of himself, alright."

"I suggest that we work together to defeat Verethragna!" I declared loudly.

Melqart huffed with disgust. "Do you think of me as weak as to need the aid of mortals to kill that boy?"

I shook my head in response and replied, "No, but if you fought him with all of your might, there's a possibility of you killing future worshippers, leaving you with no less of kingdom."

The titanic god narrowed his eyes in thought. "And what can you offer to help me?"

"This! A Grimoire that will steal his power," I answered as I raised the Tale of Perseus high.

"Hmph, you amuse me, mortal. You are a child of that arrogant Gilgamesh, making you a Demigod, and yet, you stand before a God, and show no hint of fear whatsoever," said Melqart with a boisterous laugh. "Very well. I will allow you to bask in the glory of my victory!"

I smirked victoriously as Melqart walked away.

'Now, onto Phase 2,' I thought as my plan springs into action.

"I suggest that we find a spot for a perfect view of the fight from high up," Dark Dayo said as he gave me an idea.

"Are there any high spots anywhere, Lucretia?" I asked.

"Well, there's a cliff edge overlooking the beach south of here," Lucretia answered.

"With that said, I bid you adieu," I said to the two as I began to leave, only to have Lucretia grab me by the collar.

"Not happening, cutie," Lucretia interjected.

"And why?" I asked with a frown.

"Do you really think that we're letting you take this on yourself?"

"Of course," I answered without any regret. "Only 1 of us needs to be up there. You all would just be getting yourselves killed needlessly."

"It's going to take time to arm that Grimoire," Erica argued.

"And that's what the alliance with Melqart is for," I nodded in understanding. "Melqart will keep Verethragna busy and force him to summon that sword so I can steal it."

The white cat hopped on my shoulder and poked me with a single claw.

"They're coming, so give up stopping them," the white cat said to me.

"But-"

"No buts, Master," she interrupted.

"Why did you call me Master?"

"You'll see," she purred as she rubbed my face against my cheek.

"Lead the way…" I noted in resignation with a little frustration as Lucretia walked ahead.

** At a Cliff **

"So this is it?" I asked as Lucretia nods.

"This is a heck of a view," Erica commented in awe.

I nodded in agreement as I looked over the ocean. "Yeah..good for a final sight… you can all still go back, you know."

Lucretia hugged my arm into her cleavage as if saying 'No.'

Suddenly, the rain and wind picked up violently.

"That light…" Erica muttered as she looked at the clouds. "Verethragna is coming."

Holding up the Grimoire, Dark Dayo reminded me, "You better get ready."

"I am born ready," I smirked as Erica summoned her rapier and Lucretia's hands filled with bright blue energy.

"So you are fighting…" I said with a deadpan look on my face.

"If we must…" Erica remarked.

At the same time, Melqart smashed through a nearby rock wall onto the beach below.

"There's our ally," I remarked. "Now, where's the target?"

As Melqart advanced, a powerful bolt of lightning shot down and hit his arm.

"There he is."

"It's been a while, Melqart," Verethragna remarked as he floated above the titanic god.

"Brat," Melqart hissed.

"It seems my wound from when we last fought has yet to heal."

Melqart huffed in derision. "You revived me out of your own conceited desire to fight, to see who is the strongest. I will not allow your injury to have me overlook this."

Verethragna grinned with excitement and replied, "I look forward to it."

"We shall, boy," Melqart snarled in irritation and sent a blast of lightning at the blue-haired boy, only for Verethragna to counter it with his own blast of electricity which was countered by a gust of wind. Melqart then slammed his gigantic fists down as Verethragna easily dodged before appearing behind him, punching the giant in the back of the head, making him tumble forward.

Melqart growled and sent a tornado of wind and water flying at Verethragna.

The boy chuckled before raising a hand, "Come on now, be more original."

As he sent the attack back at the huge god, I then shouted, "Now, Lucretia!"

Lucretia smirked and raised her hand.

"Hell Lance!" she shouted before a massive spear made of fire appeared from a magic circle and shot towards the boy, hitting him in the back and sending him flying.

Verethragna snarled as the injury began to heal and turned to us.

Melqart summoned a giant club which he then swung at Verethragna, missing, the shockwave causing a huge chunk of the nearby island to explode.

BOOM!

Erica was getting worried. "This is bad. If this keeps up, they'll destroy all of Sardinia!"

"Hey, Melqart! Be careful of destroying of your lands!" I warned him.

The massive deity snarled as Verethragna smirked and taunted, "Ho? Have you become so frail that you're relying on a mortal's aid?"

Melqart snarled in response, "No. I simply don't want to destroy my kingdom by killing an insect. Although I should warn you that this mortal is a LOT tougher than he looks."

Verethragna narrowed his eyes and frowned at that, but Lucretia knew that this was a signal for me to act. "I hope you're prepared for this, Dale."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"To the vast majority of humans, simply activating a Grimoire of that kind of power would cost them their life."

I simply laughed at that.

"That's if they're a human," I responded. "I am half-Dragon, half-Demigod, so this means almost nothing to me! And besides, I already faced death twice, so I am more mentally prepared to stop these goons from killing hundreds of thousands of people."

Both Erica and Lucretia had their jaws dropped.

"And by the way, what's so special about the sword?" I asked Lucretia, who tried to recover.

"I-It severs a God's connection to his Divinity, making him just as weak as a mortal," she explained.

"So using Structural Analysis will give me everything I need to make it work on him," I said. "Or better yet…"

"Are you actually going to use THAT?" Dark Dayo asked.

"Since they are going to die anyway, might as well," I answered as I began to move into position.

Verethragna dodged a blast of lightning from Melqart and grinned before slapping his hands together.

I then raised the Grimoire into the air as Verethragna spread his hands, and out pops a long, curved golden sword.

Verethragna grinned as he grabbed the sword and swung his blade at the giant god.

"Disappear, Melqart!" he yelled, but before he swung the blade, it mysteriously vanishes! "Huh?"

Melqart laughed in amusement. "Hm? Lost your gusto? That's okay. Now I can finally kill you!"

After a moment, the tablet glowed and the same sword appeared in my hands, as I held it firmly as I began to charge my special version of Lightning.

Verethragna grinned in amusement as he observed. "So it seems I was right."

I took a deep breath and then said, "Open up, Gate of Babylon."

Everyone around me gasped as I stabbed the golden sword into the ground, causing a bright, gold light to spread throughout the entire area.

Melqart watches with curiosity as a large number of swords emerge from the ground and from the air.

The boy widened his eyes in shock as at that moment, he finally realizes who I was.

"Y-You are…!" he shouted before all of the swords floated up in the air and began pointing directly towards him.

"I-It can't be true! I can't be killed by my own-!"

SLICE!

He stopped when he saw one of the blades shooting forward and impaled his abdomen, and it wasn't long before he saw of what he could've swore a faded image of a man with golden hair standing up like a blazing flame, along with red eyes and most importantly, golden armor all over his body and was smirking at him.

Then, dozens of other swords began to impale him.

"With this, it's checkmate," I grinned as I slowly began to lose consciousness.

The boy, Verethragna, threw his head back, laughing wildly.

"Hahahahahaha! To think that I would lose to Gilgamesh's son! It has been a VERY long time since I've last seen you, Gilgamesh, but it looks like you got the last laugh! That also means, that you're the son of THAT Dragon as well, huh? Then if that's the case, then I'll humbly accept this defeat! You are now a God-slayer who has taken the God of Victory's Authority! In my name, you must not fail!" Verethragna proclaimed with a grin before his body was consumed by a snake made out of flames before vaporizing.

It was also at that point that I've lost consciousness.

** In an Endless White Voided Dimension **

(3rd-Person POV)

When it comes to being a Campione, it usually happens on humans. The chances of any other race becoming a Campione is almost impossible. For Dragons, it is absolutely impossible. In fact, the chances of a Dragon becoming a Campione is 1-in-10 Million for every 30 years.

Yet today, for Pandora, the All-Giving Goddess, she has somehow managed to beat those odds…TWICE!

Pandora is a slender young woman in her mid-teens with violet hair and pointed ears. And right now, she's looking at 2 particular young men, Dayo and Ryuga from 2 different worlds, and their heads are both on Pandora's laps.

"My goodness, this has never happened before," she said in a motherly voice, undeniably youthful and yet somehow old beyond belief, resounded through her mind, awakening her from her stupor. "It has truly been quite some time since I've last faced in such a conundrum like this."

The two boys both felt a sudden bout at the woman's words, unable to understand what she was talking about. Pandora looked at Ryuga first.

"In one hand He wasn't exactly a Heretic God; not to mention that you did not slay Him by yourself," Pandora said as her small delicate hands started to massage on Ryuga's scalp. "But on the other hand, He had more than enough power that there is basically no difference between Him and the real deal; and its indubitable that it was your actions and ultimately your sacrifice that allowed Him to be slain."

Pandora continued, a wondering tone entering her caring voice.

"To sacrifice everything you had and everything you were; your family, your name, your friends, your future, your power, your life, and even your very sense of self, all so that others could live on. Also, knowing that you would possibly receive no praise other than those Spirits for your actions; that the world would possibly see you as a monster, and yet you didn't falter, keeping true to yourself and your ideals to the bitter end. As expected of a Dragon's nature. How could one's heart not be touched by such a tale?"

Pandora then touched his forehead, where she makes a stunning discovery.

"Oh…my….our worlds are very different indeed. For you to claim the authorities of so many Gods and Devils without my contributions or becoming a Campione, it is truly remarkable."

Then she looked at Dayo and was shocked, to say the least.

"Wow…to think that this would be the son of Gilgamesh and Ophis. Not only that, but I sense lots of powerful Dragons residing inside him, and he has died twice and came back."

Then she gasped as she saw a Dragon in particular that could change the Universe forever.

"To think that you would have THAT Dragon inside as well…Very well, I've decided! Such grand actions are worth of recompense, Ryuga! And you, Dayo 'Mugen' Kayode, have such excellent potential that I'm now glad that I, Pandora, the all-giving woman, the witch who brought forward all evils of this world and a shred of hope, welcome both of you as my two very special irreplaceable sons!" she declared.

The woman's words were accompanied by a mindless bellow of incomprehensible rage resounding from the distance, a wordless proclamation of pure fury and undiluted anger, a primordial sound that no natural being should be able to make.

But both Dayo and Ryuga paid no mind to the otherworldly sounds, for upon hearing those words, dozens of black, white, gold and other colored orbs erupted from their bodies, changed, and then re-entered them. Energy filled the 2 boys, something fundamentally had been changed. But why were they unable to react?

"Rage all you want, I've made my choice," Pandora proclaimed amidst her bell-like laughter, her gentle hands cradling the forms of the 2 boys. "Let everyone present grant their blessings and their hatred to these 2 children! The 7th and 8th Campiones, please bestow the sacred spell words upon these children!"

After what felt like eternity, they both opened their eyes at the same time and took a good look at the one speaking. Pandora looked at them with a small gentle smile filled with pride, and a pair of purple eyes brimming full of motherly love.

"By the black arts Epimetheus and I left behind, this is a sacred birth of 2 illegitimate children, shrouded in darkness, born of a fool and a witch. A secret of usurpation only made possible through the sacrifice of a God."

They finally recognized the feeling pooling within their chests and with a supreme effort (It is that Bad), one of them opened his mouth to ask the question that had lodged itself into his hazy mind.

"You two shall be reborn as the Great King, the Devil King, an exceptional Dragon King, the God Slayer, arise as the 7th and 8th Campiones and defend my Earth from horror as you two did in yours! I grant the both of you my blessing."

"…Mother.." one of them managed to finally ask.

"Good luck, my children. Especially you, Dayo. Ophis may come to kill me, but she'll understand," said Pandora as she laid a gentle kiss upon both Dayo's and Ryuga's foreheads while all around them, the world was dissolved into white mist.

** At the Dimensional Gap **

The old man, Ophis, had a very ticked-off look on his face, and for good reason. As he (really, she) has just found out that her son, Dayo 'Mugen' Kayode, has just been turned into a Campione, which means one thing….

"Pandora…" it hissed and quickly took off, leaving the Great Red unopposed. The Great Red couldn't figure out why Ophis left in such a hurry, but quickly took no notice and began to roam around.

** At a Mysterious Place **

A high-ranking member of the Fallen Angels came across a nearly dead dragon, sensing the immense power hidden inside its broken body. Mind filled with dreams of power and control, he quickly gather allies to take the dragon back to their base, and used the teachings he had gained from Governor General Azazel to convert the scale and bone into a Sacred Gear. Even before he finished putting it together, he was almost overwhelmed by its sheer power. A hidden part of his mind, a part likely in commune with the dragon's soul, made him construct it as a mighty cuirass, with plating covering the lower jaw and stretching down the arms. With this, the Fallen would turn the tide and reign supreme over Angels and Devils.

And it would have, if he hadn't been attacked by a man. This man was a very shady person, wearing a high-collared black and white robe with gold trim, along with a large, flowing white toga draped around his torso is walking towards the immense and powerful source. He has short black hair, dark eyes, and abnormally sharp canines. He also wears a pendant, where he keeps a childhood picture of his brother and himself. It didn't take long for him to quickly overwhelm the Fallen before he could wear the Sacred Gear, and stole it from their fortress. He has also took all his research and notes on the dragon and its creation.

And just as he appeared, he quickly disappeared, all while still holding on to the book that says E.N.D. on it.

When Mora saw this, he couldn't believe his luck.

"And to think that this man would do all of the hard work for me. However, I'm feeling…quite uneasy about this guy. Nevertheless, he will now be the one that I hope will make Alduin finally understand his mission."

** Throughout Earth **

A thrumming of power reverberated throughout the world for but a single moment, as if a single beat of a truly titanic heart resonating through earth and the sky, announcing to all those with the sense to understand the world for what it truly was what had just happened.

A beautiful black-haired woman amidst the wilderness of China stopped her daily training routine to look to the west, a pleased light entering her fierce gaze as she pondered what had just happened.

An old-looking man sitting on a throne inside his castle high upon the Balkans turned his head to the south, a large predatory smile slowly emerging from his features at the possibilities this presented.

Somewhere else in Italy, a blond-haired man was calmly eating at a café and let out a pleased hum even as he continued to savor the shortcake before him, his features all but radiating contentment at what he had just sensed.

A mid-eastern woman stopped in surprise midstride, her body halfway through an open portal, her eyes shining with curiosity at the meaning of what she had just felt as she gazed to the west.

A black haired youth rummaging through the secure vaults of an organization not his own stopped for a moment to gaze towards the south, frowning at what this turn of events could ultimately mean to his plans.

A masked hero calmly patrolling her city halted on her tracks atop the rooftops of Los Angeles, her head turning to the south-east before, with a small nod of acknowledgment, she restarted her route.

In the Underworld, many Devils and Fallen Angels could all feel that True Power. In Heaven, one particular man with golden hair that is obscuring his eyes could only make a smile that is so unpleasant. While one blue-haired woman in a particular closed room gasped in shock before coughing in pain as she was very sick.

All around the world, both human and supernatural, have acknowledged with trepidation and awe, fear and reverence, praise and loathing; the fact that a mortal had just done the impossible, that a God had just been slayed.

However, these 2 mortals are Dragons, and for the first time ever, 2 of Pandora's children had just been born, and they are Dragons at that, but for Ophis, the Infinite Dragon God…

She…

Is…

ANGRY!

Now let's recap…

Dragons are very extremely strong and powerful, but can be incredibly dangerous if someone or something precious to them are harmed in any way. It's no wonder that even some of the strongest Gods fear them.

But as for Campiones…. They are beings that is said to defy all expectations. Why?

Because a Campione is a Godslayer, and is a Supreme Ruler.

Since he can kill a celestial being, he can therefore call on the mighty divine powers held by the Gods.

Because a Campione is a Godslayer, and is a Lord.

Since the power to kill a deity is in their hands, they therefore have the power to dominate the mortals on Earth.

Because a Campione is a Godslayer, and is a Devil.

Therefore of the entire humanity living on Earth, those who have the power to oppose them do not exist!

Angels, Devils and Fallen Angels are no exception. In fact, do they dare have the power to oppose a Campione, who's also a Dragon? Let alone two?

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To Be Continued…

ED Song: All I Want For Christmas by Mariah Carey

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On the next episode…

Both Dayo and Ryuga quickly learn about being Campiones, and it didn't take long for them to get along with each other very well, and even obtain more powers with a month with Dayo killing another Heretic God somewhere in Rome. The two quickly became great friends and brothers, just as the Sisters of Fate predicted.

At some point in the past before the Great War, Lucifer, one of God's archangels, is denounced for rebelling against the Almighty's will and was cast out of Heaven. What many believed to the fact that Lucifer died during the Great War, along with 3 other Great Satans is absolutely false. Also, Lucifer and the other Great Satans are female…

The same can be said for the 7 Archangels, too. However, what they all don't know is that Heaven is split into two: Archangels and Angeloids. What they do know is that God died, but what they don't know was that one of the brothers has actually killed God and obtain his Authorities…except for the Man of Synapse.

In Japan, as Dayo reunites with some family and friends, and Ryuga even meeting his real family that he didn't know, both of them go to Kuoh Academy, where the real fun begins, including the meeting of the Devils, the meeting of Izumi Hyoudou, who's the Red Dragon Empress, and then some, and even meeting some new enemies that are coming after them.

Plus, Dayo goes back to his one of old roots: being in a family of thieves well-known for stealing money and priceless property. Ironically, those items were originally stolen illegally. The main motivation is that anything and everything can be stolen, no matter what. There's only one name that says it all: The Dark Phantom. And Dayo is the latest descendant, and he leads a team named Color the Phantom. Not only that, but his main base is a huge mansion, whether his step-grandfather once lived and he also discovers that he has inherited a vast family fortune, and more importantly, the thousands of maids working at the family mansion located in a disclosed location.

And later, an extremely attractive, yet extremely perverted girl named Izumi Hyoudou is in search of her lost cousin Hijiri Kasuga with the help of her childhood friends Sohara Mitsuki and Rinko Kuzaki while going through some shenanigans in Kuoh Academy, all while being under the watchful eyes of Rias Gremory, her twin sister Medaka Kurokami Gremory and the Fallen Angel Raynare. However, an Angel from above sees the fate of Izumi and has decided to intervene with a powerful Angeloid named Ikaros.

There's going to be Action, Chaos, Comedy, Fanservice, and even Hijinks ensued in the next episode of The Dragon Campione Brothers!

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And we're finished with the Prologue of the new story of The Dragon Campione Brothers! And boy, I'm going to have so much FUN with this one! What's more, I've passed both classes which I thought I was going to fail, so that's a great Christmas gift for me!

Also, shout-out to MikeX713, The BlackRyuubi, Cybertramon001, KawaiiDragonSlayer, trung-t-rung, NexusDarkWorldProductions, Greatazuredragon for inspiring me to create this story.

And folks, Super Smash Bros Ultimate didn't disappoint me in the slightest! Also, to those of you who are playing (and I HIGHLY recommend it), to those who want to unlock all of the characters quickly, I got some tips for you:

To unlock all of the characters as quickly as possible, go to Smash Mode, make this 1-on-1 with 1 stock for 20 minutes, have both of them human, run for about 19 minutes and 30 seconds to the almost 20 minute mark and get your opponent be knocked out in any way possible. From there, you will encounter a new opponent, which by the way, that opponent will be tough. If you somehow defeat that opponent, then when you get to the Stage Selection, immediately hit the Home button and restart the software, and repeat the process, but this time, do it with 1 stock, no time limit. Then kill yourself. You WILL encounter a new opponent. I suggest that you do it as quickly as possible, because Nintendo WILL patch this up soon. I have tried it and IT WORKED! In 90 minutes (approx.), you will unlock everyone!

If you have any questions, PM me. And Joker from Persona 5 FOR THE WIN!

Also, I've looked at Elder Scrolls: Skyrim and the game and some fanfictions about it, and how can you not like Alduin, even though he's a villain. Now I can see why so many people play this game. I only do it for the Dragons. In fact, that makes me wonder….is Alduin is known as the World Eater, should he and the Great Red be as strong as one another. Well, in this case, he could fight Great Red and Ophis together (two of the most powerful dragons in DxD), but was still overwhelmed by them by taking down his protection, the one you need to dispel. Without that protection, Alduin was as good as toast. And even though they didn't fully destroy him, since that'll just put him back at square one. That just goes to show that Alduin's tough, without letting him walk all over everyone.

Now, to those of you who haven't played or don't know Skyrim, those Dragon Spells are as follows:

Ven Mul Riik - Soul Fog

Lok Vah Koor - Clear Skies

Joor Zah Frul - Dragonrend

Yol Toor Shul - Fire Breath

Zun Haal Viik - Disarm

Ven Gar Nos - Cyclone DR

Iiz Slen Nus - Ice Form

Tiid Klo Ul - Slow Time

Su Grah Dun - Elemental Fury

Feim Zii Gron - Become Ethereal

Fo Krah Diin - Frost Breath

Wuld Nah Kest - Whirlwind Spirit

Now, I know that Sacred Gears were made by God. But don't forget, Mora is manipulating things in the background. And I doubt God would let Alduin become a Sacred Gear with his power. And besides, a certain Evil Mage is going to reverse that effect anyway with his Magic, and to those Fairy Tail lovers out there, you know who I am talking as these two WILL be the Main Antagonists in this entire story.

Plus, you all know what happened to Mufasa with his brother Scar in The Lion King? Well, there's something similar to that between The Emperor of Demise and Crom Cruach as in this story, Crom Cruach is no longer an "Evil Dragon". He still technically is, but he also has the potential of becoming the fourth Heavenly Dragon. That's right, folks. We have 3 Heavenly Dragons to start with here, and you will meet that Dragon in the Opening Episode. And by the way, Tohru is Crom Cruach's "niece", and she will not forgive him for what happened to her father, despite having such a strained relationship.

Also, Happy 95th Birthday to the legendary Bob Barker! Despite being very old at this point, he's still alive and kicking. Hopefully, you'll make it to 100, Bob!

As you all know, my OC and Ryuga from Beyblade will be powerful in this story. HOWEVER! Don't count Izumi Hyoudou out of this, either. She will be as powerful as them, and you'll be shocked and surprised by some of the powers she has, so be on the lookout for that!

As for the Harems for my OC and Ryuga...well, I'm going to do something different. It's a Show, Don't Tell format. This is a technique used in various kinds of texts to allow the reader to experience the story through action, words, thoughts, senses, and feelings rather than through the author's exposition, summarization, and description.

And by the way, Date A Live WILL NOT be involved here. This is only the ending for DAL, so no characters will be involved here. Not only that, but Ryuga will NOT have ANY of those abilities here, just to clarify to some who doesn't like having a character getting all of the abilities from the beginning.

As for my OC...well...let's just say that he's faced Death Row twice, and DIED TWICE, losing everything TWICE, and how did he get those abilities back, he doesn't know...yet.

One more thing to say before I go is that I want to wish all of you Happy Holidays and I'll see you in 2019, where things are really going to heat up.

Until then, read and review, and no flames. Flames will be ignored!