Summary:

The Voice of the Beginning. A soul-bound object containing the soul of the Old-One, an ancient Dov with a voice that could be heard across the world.

The Voice of the End. A soul-bound object containing the soul of the World-Eater, a monstrous dragon with a voice that could shatter mountains and rearrange the landscape.

Twins, bound by blood and soul, forever fated to do battle in every reincarnation. Every battle has changed the landscape, from cracking the earth to form the Grand Canyon to the creation of the Five Mountains of Aso.

With each reincarnation, another soul is brought into the fold. With each reincarnation, the powers of the Twins increase.

What shall the most recent reincarnation bring? An end of times? An age of peace? Or a catastrophic battle rivaling that of the clashes between Albion and Ddraig?

Tales are told as ages pass. Tales of heroes and villains, of Gods and Demons, of beautiful princesses and fearsome dragons. As time flows onward, these tales are often distorted and forgotten, their origins lost and meaning unknown. However there are a few stories, ones that are remembered above all else, that continue to be told to this day.

One such legend tells of a pair of twins that wielded objects of untold power: Romulus and Remus. These children, born in the times before modern technology, were abandoned in the Tiber river, left to die by an Emperor who feared the power they could wield and the blood in their veins. However, the gods smiled upon these children that day as the river carried them to safety where they were found by a she-wolf who suckled them until they were stumbled upon by a shepherd and his wife who took them in to raise them as their own.

These children, learning from the souls within the Pendants around their necks, proved to be natural leaders, people that the populace would look to in times of strife. When they discovered the truth of their origin, of their royal blood, they took their followers and the powers bestowed upon them by their Pendants and overthrew the man who ordered their death when they were but babes.

Remus, wearing a Pendant as black as the Void itself, its mouth containing a pulsing red orb, tore through the cities walls with brilliant flames, calling lightning from the heavens, and created a warpath of untold destruction on his way to the palace gates. He wore the Pendant known as the Voice of the End.

While his younger brother Romulus wore its counterpart, whose brilliance could match that of the purest of clouds, its teeth clutching a yellow sapphire as golden as the Sun. With the soul of the Second-Born, Romulus seemed to teleport from one location to another with but a whisper, freezing all he came across under unmelting ice and blasting them to bits with waves of kinetic force. When he came across the Elite of the cities soldiers, witnesses spoke of ghosts and whispers on the wind. Of unnatural fogs and of how the soldiers disappeared without a trace with naught but a scream. He wore the Pendant known the Voice of the Beginning.

It was with these powers and the blood in their veins that the brothers were crowned the new kings and peace seemed to be restored.

However, there was one thing the brothers had forgotten in their quest for revenge: the Voice's were destined to fight to the death in every reincarnation, and Fate did not like being ignored.

It started with something as simple as a lost bet on where they would build their city.

It ended in a neither willing to allow the other to rule over them and escalated from there; the Voices within them whispering to their Containers, twisting their thoughts.

What followed was a battle that changed the landscape itself, burning the ground into molten magma and shattering mountains, the twins within twins fought for hours on end, their Voices heard across the world.

In the end only one could live.

Only one could rule while the other must fall.

It was in that final hour, when the sun was setting on the beaten and battered bodies of the containers for the Voices of the Dragon-Twins, that the final blow was struck.

It was in that final hour, that one twin fell while the other rose to unimaginable power.

And it was in that final hour, that a legend was made.

This is the story, of the Thundering Twins...

Excerpt from the storybook Tales of the Thundering Twins, Progenitor's of Rome written by Tenora Ghamsly.

(A/N): How was that for a Prologue? No, seriously. How was it? It was originally going to go at the top of Chapter One like some people do for quotes but I decided it was probably too long to do so and made it the prologue instead. I got the idea to make ^this^ from a prologue for another story that I had decided to scrap awhile back, it would have been an Elder Scrolls/Fairy Tail Fusion taking place in the FT Universe (In case you can't tell, I really like ES fusions). I ended up changing most of it, but it gave me the idea (As the 'Twin Dragons' were already going to be used no matter what) to use the creation of Rome story and the brothers from it to my advantage to give a bit of backstory, if only a little bit, so we didn't jump straight in.

ANYWAYS, welcome to my first story (That I've posted…). It is not been Beta'd but I have enough confidence in my abilities with English language that it should be fine until I find someone that wants to do it.

This one is a fusion story that melds parts of Elder Scrolls lore with the DxD along with slightly changing the personalities of some characters from Elder Scrolls to better fit my needs (Only slightly, for the most part. We can't exactly have 16 Devils with powers rivaling the Maou causing havoc without consequences, now can we? Not that they won't be appearing). I'll try to keep the Issei-bashing to a minimum as well as not making Yuu (The protagonist) overpowered.

I wonder how many were able to figure out which 'Voice' was which (One should be obvious and if you know Skyrim Lore than the other probably is as well).