AN: Just so you know, this is my first attempt writing anything outside of mandatory school work; so my apologies if it's horrible. I decided that I would do an AU where Issei was born earlier than cannon time (ten years, to be precise). I'm just praying it works out.

(and begin)

Prologue:

I suppose you could say I've had anything but a standard childhood, in fact, there's no supposing about it. Let's start back when I was five, when everything went to crap.

I was a kid just like any other back then, I asked too many questions, was a little bit clumsy, and had two parents who doted on me like I was a prince. I'd never actually considered that there was anything abnormal about me or my family.

Two weeks after my sixth birthday, I'd just been put to bed by my mother, and I heard some strange noises coming from down stairs. Being the curious little runt that I was, I snuck down to see what was going on, and was scarred for life. Two burnt husks (who I now assume are my parents) were nailed to the wall, eyes ripped out of their sockets, heads lolling on their shoulders, and blood pooling on the floor. Doing the most predictable thing, I screamed and ran from the room. Obviously, my uncoordinated six-year-old legs couldn't get me very far at high speeds, and I ended up crashing to the floor. Two figures approached, the one in the lead had a sadistic grin plastered across his face, light glinting across his somehow pointed teeth and shiny black wings.

"Well, looks like there's a kid as well. What a fabulous surprise. Donhaseek, you go on ahead, this won't take a minute." He said, laughing maniacally while pulling a glowing spear seemingly out of nowhere.

With the pounding of footsteps and the ruffle of feathers, Donhaseek fled the scene; thus leaving me alone with the man who murdered my parents.

The man slowly advanced, savoring the fact that I was helpless to stop him from attacking me. With a chuckle, he stabbed his spear into my left shoulder, saying something about it being punishment for associating with devils. At the time, I had no idea what he was talking about.

The pain was like none I'd ever experienced before, both hot and cold, spreading throughout my body in an instant. Instead of reaching a peak, the suffering I endured continued to grow with each passing second. It certainly didn't help things when the man created another spear and repeated the process on my other shoulder.

All of a sudden, I couldn't hear anything; I was sucked into a black void and isolated from all my senses.

"You're lucky I pulled you out, boy. You won't be able to handle much more of this before you perish" A deep, booming voice stated, echoing around the space.

"Who are you?" I called into the abyss, not expecting a response.

"The name's Ddraig, partner. But that's not important right now. You and I need to escape this situation as soon as possible, as I said, you won't be able to handle much more."

"How would I do that, he's too strong, I can't do it!" I cried out.

"If it's power you need; then I can help you with that, for a price." Responded Ddraig.

"Anything, just get me out of here."

"Are you sure? Once you go down this road, there isn't any going back."

"Do it."

After leaving the void, I feel the pain immediately resume in my arms; then I feel a searing burn in my head, hear something that sounded like Ddraig say "Welsh Dragon, Over Booster" and the rest is too blurry to remember any specific details.

Apparently at some point I passed out, because the next thing I remember is waking up in a strange room with an odd looking man beside me. His most striking feature was the mane of crimson hair coupled with striking blue eyes.

"Glad to see you're awake. I'm sure you have a lot of questions, but first please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Sirzechs Lucifer, and I am one of the leaders of the demons."

I just stared at him, expecting an explanation.

Suddenly, there was a bright red flash, and my arm felt much heavier than it should. Looking down, I noticed a strange looking red gauntlet encasing my skinny arm (looking back, it's rather comical). While I stared, dumbfounded, a green gem on the palm began to glow, and Ddraig's voice emanated from me.

"Perhaps it would be wisest to save the explanation for another day, Lord Lucifer. The boy is tired and is in dire need of rest and nourishment." Ddraig said, with a hint of humor entering his voice.

"Very well, I'll have my servants bring in some food shortly. For now, just get some rest, you need it." Lucifer said, as he stood and left the room.

After what felt like two days, the man with red hair returned, and I could tell he wanted to speak with me.

"Now then, Issei, I'm sure you have some questions for me." Sirzechs said.

"Not really, my lord, Ddraig has explained most of what happened to me, but I still don't know how I fit into all of this." I replied.

"First, please, call me Sirzechs. Second, I believe I can help with that. Moving along, I'm afraid the details will be rather grim. Your mother was an old friend of mine, and one of the nobles of the underworld. Having a position of power like she did created many enemies among the Angels, fallen angels, and even other devils. What you simply need to know is that a team of rogue fallen angels attacked you in an attempt exterminate the Hyoudou family from the underworld. However there was one thing that the fallen did not account for, that being you. The fallen's information was incorrect, leading them to believe your parents did not have a child. As you may have heard from Ddraig, you are no ordinary child; you are what is known as the Sekiryuutei, you can ask Ddraig any questions you might have about this subject. Moving on, a council has decided that since you are still a child, you will spend the rest of your youth under the care of Azazel, the govener general of the fallen angels."

"Wait a minute, aren't the fallen angels the people who killed my parents? Why would you ever make me stay with their leader?" I almost yell, infuriated that anyone would even consider the thought.

"Issei, I understand why you disagree, but the fallen who attacked your family were a rogue group, and were not ordered to do so by Azazel. Besides, Azazel is the only one who understands even part of your sacred gear, and can help you train accordingly. After all, you're technically devil nobility, which means that you'll have an appearance to uphold." Sirzechs says, attempting to try and reason with me.

"I guess I kind of have to, don't I. When do I leave?" I sighed as the question left my mouth.

"Tonight."

(End prologue)

AN: Well, that was a thing. As I said, this is my first attempt at writing something that I didn't have to, and feedback (positive or negative) is always appreciated. To be honest, I don't really have to strict of an idea as to how this is going to progress onwards, so if you have any thoughts on what you might like to see, I'd be happy to consider them. The only things I've fully planned out is that there are going to be a few OCs, and (if you couldn't tell) Issei is going to end up with his own peerage (hence the need for OCs). I'm not sure when I'll be able to upload the next chapter, but it should be within two weeks. Thanks for reading.