Chapter 1:
Rome – Italy
Walking on a fixed course, man ignored his surroundings almost completely. His name was Harold, and he perfectly represented what the gentleman of the City was, director of important companies. He was tall, with an erect carriage, dark hair and something scarce at the temples, he had a black mustache of excellent cut and a pearl gray tie. He seemed what he was: a shrewd and prosperous businessman.
The money was too much for him, but that was not what worried him now.
He ended his journey in a church where he would ensure the salvation of his soul. He pushed through the door. He did not pay much attention to the interior of the church, only that the father was on the altar with his back to him. Walking through the church, Harold went inside in the confessional. Entering into the aforementioned, sitting on the boat he made the sign of the cross in the expectation of the father who would adsorb him of his sins
At last the grate opened showing the figure of the father behind the window.
—Forgive me father because I am a sinner -began to confess —I have sinned as a liar, violent and robbery ... —the father was silent while Harold continued to confess his sins —I regret for all this, and for being greedy. Please ... grant me forgiveness.
And after a while in silence, the father's voice was heard.
—You have confessed part of your sins ... but you have not mentioned murder, traffic and lust. Absolution is earned by being sincere with your sins.
—I expected this to solve it —article in a more malicious tone. Several hundred-euro bills poked through the slot in the window.
The father did not take the tickets, but he spoke again.
—Pray one of our Father and four Hail Mary's— she guided him, and with a satisfied smile the man obeyed.
While the man prayed, the father recites some verses from the bible.
"In humiliation justice was not done ... Because his life was taken from the earth"
The man just finished the first prayer.
—Amen —they both said.
BANG!
The loud sound of the shot was heard as a huge hole opened to the side of the confessional, caused by the man's body. Falling to the ground outside the confessional, the man found himself on his back with a hole that pierced his body from his stomach.
From the father's box now came a young man of about 17 years of white hair, two-colored eyes being the emerald green right and the crimson red right very intense and with the pupil torn, his attractive features turning him into a very manly beau, his body toned, strong and thin constitution not letting it be a muscular giant, more was still perfect in attractive senses. He wore a white sleeveless raincoat with a hood and also had red and black details and touches of silver metal, under the trench coat he wore a short-sleeved black T-shirt, wore black trousers with metal knee pads, red gloves with no fingers and metal knuckles Possessing cruses engraved on these, he wore black shoes with metal guards on the tips and both gloves had black metal protections for the forearms.
The young way to the half dead subject. With stirring in hand, he stood next to the man, his cold gaze like an iceberg placed on Harold. I point it in the face with the double barrel of the revolver, and a smile crossed his lips.
BANG!
The shot exploded the man's head causing a great disaster of blood and brains on the ground. Something that the young man liked a lot. I put the revolver in the holster on his side.
(The revolver is Dante's Blue Rose from the game Devil May Cri)
The young man walked without hurry to the altar, turning his head up with a smile. Crucified on the cross was the father of that church, his hands nailed to the wood let the blood fall to the ground, was still alive and look at the young man who had done that.
This on his part only smiled taking a lighter from his bolcillo. He gave the father one last look, then lit the tinderbox. The cleric opened his eyes in horror, which fascinated the young man.
—Arrange now and then in Hell, —and tossed the lighter to the altar that had previously been filled with gasoline.
The cross ignited in fire leaving the father to shout more as he burned alive.
The young man just walked out of the church with the hood over his head, you could see a small smile that reflected dementia. Turning to see the father who was still screaming as he burned, he said the following:
—Run the late God for your soul ... false cleric.
And he left leaving the church to burn to its foundations.
Walking with his hands on the muffs with the hood on and an expression of amusement when he saw a fire engine go by him.
Across the street, a hooded figure looked at him intently. He looked at her sideways ... and a mysterious smile appeared on his lips.
—Cof, cof, cof!
An ugly cough of an old man was heard to the back of the young man, he did not turn to see the old man falling on his knees, did not care in the least. I turn his body to see the figure on the other side of the street. The people who passed by were distracted while trying to help the old man.
Both hooded look directly without being able to see each other's faces, the second could only glimpse the smile on the lips of the first. The young man pointed to the other figure with his index finger.
By instinct, the other figure took his hand to the huge thing in bandage on his back.
Hazel eyes opened surprise. The figure of the albino found himself in front of her with his hand extended inches from his face. I tried to move, but his movements seemed not to be made, it was as if time stopped before his eyes. But the figure before her did not seem affected, and with her hand I reached to touch her cheek in a glacial caress.
And in a second, that figure seemed to vanish in the air. Time seemed to return to normal at the time a gust of wind was present removing the hood of his head. A young woman with blue hair with a distinctive green lock and astonished hazel eyes was a teenager with attractive features.
—We'll see you later, Xenovia Quarta —I say that to her back, and then the walk of a few steps. The young woman quickly turned around, but there was no one behind her. Her heart was racing and several drops of sweat were running down her forehead, her hand releasing what was on her back, trying to calm the beating of her racing heart.
—Xenovia —the call of her mother made her recovers a bit of composure —What are you doing here? You should go to the Vatican; Irina is waiting for you ... What's wrong with you? You are pale.
And if it was, I had reason to do so. I still did not understand what had happened. So he could only say the following:
—I think I've seen death —he said, swallowing the lump in his throat.
Griselda looked at her confused. And the old man's life had been extinguished without further ado.
2
Again the sun rose above the hills of the city of Kuoh. But despite the beauty that this could general, for a certain person it was just another whore tomorrow where the sun wanted to fuck him the dream. Something fucking repetitive that lost the grace it could have.
Luckily, this time the thick curtains prevented too much light from entering his room.
The door of the room was opened by letting in a little light with a young woman of about 20 years to whom the word "beautiful" was left girl, because the woman was a beauty with all the qualities of a Goddess. Blue eyes equal to her long hair, same as they perched on the borto in the bed. Coincidentally, the woman was dressed in a suit, like a teacher.
The woman made her way through the dark room to the other side. And with a jovial smile, he opened the curtains, letting in the sunlight. I look at the bed with satisfaction, only to win a vein in his forehead when I see the bulge under the bed cover.
Moving under the cover, the green orb came up lazily, settled on the woman who was with her hands on his waist giving him a look of reproach. The cover was moved again letting hear an "Annoyance" in murmuring.
The young man came out from under the blanket with an expression of sleepy laziness. Green eyes, brown hair and attractive and manly features. As if it were a child, the chestnut rubbed his eyes with his fist, then stretched his arms with a yawn.
The woman looked at him with a tender expression and a beautiful smile.
Finishing the prolonged yawn, the 17-year-old looked at the woman with a bored expression.
—Why do you see me with that weird expression? —I ask posing his eyes on the blushing woman.
He still did not say a word. The woman gave him another smile before starting to retire.
It was then that he took off the straitjacket with which he slept, and before the woman left the room, he took her by the arm and pulled her towards him. A fleeting kiss formed.
It was only a second before he separated from him surprised, and a second before returning to join his lips, she putting her hands on the cheeks of the young man, but they were separated again at the moment, another second in which they looked at each other before to rejoin her lips with more passion than before. She wrapped her arms around his head, and he pressed her against his body.
Without breaking the contact, she felt her back against the bed while he was on her willing to fulfill his desire. I cut the kiss to see her with a subtle smile.
—Tell me what you want — I whisper in his ear, catching the lobe of his red in his mouth.
How cheeky! She had told him what she wanted just a moment ago. But if that was the price, she would pay for it.
—I want you to make me yours ... —she moans audible in his voice.
The young man released his lobe and looked at her eyes, in his lips a cheeky smile. And slyly he said;
—So ... see you at the academy, Esdeath-sensei —and he got up leaving the room.
A vein appeared on the woman's forehead, and her mouth shot an oath.
—Issei damn bastard, I'll kill you!
And more to be alone in that house, the neighbors were witnesses of that curse.
3
—Check —said a brunette with short hair and purple eyes.
The name of said girl is Sona Sitri, or Souna Shitori in the human world. Third year student at the Kuoh Academy and president of the student council of the same.
He had just won a game of chess to his friend and classmate. Rias Gremory, one of the great onee-samas of Kuoh. As witnesses of the game both had their queens, being Tsubaki Shinra by Sona and Akeno Himejima by Rias.
—Ara, ara, it looks like Sona-kaicho won again —Akeno said with a hand on his cheek.
The redhead let out a sigh, Akeno was right because he had lost again. This was not a humiliation, because Sona had never lost a single game in that game, and her intelligence did not look like it would happen soon.
—Mate —ended Sona with a Mate to the King. Then I look at Rias with a subtle smile. —You have really improved a lot, but not enough.
The redhead sighed to smile in the same way.
—Yes, but you are very superior —concluding her. Continuing after —After all, you got rid of your commitment to a chess match. I, on the other hand, can only get rid of mine by winning the Rating Game against Riser. And with my incomplete nobility, I am at a serious disadvantage.
—Speaking of the subject, —Sona hastened to say, and from a drawer on her desk she produced a thick file. —Here are the records of the new students. The majority are new students of the first year, others are divided between the second and third. There is also a new teacher, her name is Esdeath.
—Esdeath? —Rias repeated, recognizing the peculiarity of the name.
—His name fits perfectly. —Seeing Rias's analytical gaze, he hastened to explain. —It's a human, but it has a sinister aura. He knows about the existence of the supernatural world and also that we are demons. However, he does not seem to worry, in fact he seems to enjoy the fact.
—A sadist? —He asked, arching an eyebrow. Akeno covered his mouth with a giggle.
—Undoubtedly, —agreed Sona. —It's better not to disturb her. I do not know how far his power goes, but it goes beyond ours, it's better to leave it alone.
—What does someone like her do in our territory? Also, why has not he done anything against us?
—According to the meeting I had with her: "she is here because of an improper desire that will lead her to get what she wants". I do not know what he meant.
—You already talked to her?
-Yes, but it was only a couple of minutes before he met with the director. But let's leave the chala here. The opening ceremony is about to begin.
4
Walking serenely, Issei Hyodo was already approaching the Kuoh academy. The students gathered at the entrance of the building were already in sight. His eyesight was particularly on those who were on the platform in front of everyone. A giggle escaped him when he saw the blue-haired woman.
— "Esdeath-chan as a teacher ... what fun, hehehe" —then his eyes went to the brunette with glasses.
A mysterious smile formed on his lips, as if something I notice in her amused him.
—First, I do not want to welcome you all ... —the director began speaking through the microphone. —This year the academy has become mixed, so we will see students of both sexes in it ... also, we also have a new teacher; her name is Esdeath Partas —and gave the microphone to the aforementioned.
And with a smile the woman spoke.
—Well, I'm new to this, I hope you're nice. —And in jubilation it did not wait.
Moreover, the teacher did not take her eyes off a particular point. Something that Sona noticed, and for which his view followed the location of that point. His eyes narrowed at the sight of a chestnut green eyes with a monotonous expression on his face, but there was an almost invisible smile on his lips. A question appeared in his mind.
The chestnut made his own after the welcome was given, going to his classroom. Incorrectly he went to his room ... only to terminal getting lost in the academy. Stopping somewhere, I look on both sides with a drop of sweat on his forehead.
—I think I got lost —concludes. And taking dubious steps he kept walking without knowing where he was, or where he should go.
—Ara, ara, it seems you're lost —the voice of a young woman made him turn around.
To see a brunette of extravagant beauty and long hair gathered in an orange tail. Like an innocent child he scratched his neck when he admitted.
— Yes, the truth is that I am new and I got lost.
—And what class do you belong to? I ask kindly. —I'll be your guide.
—Arigato. —He thanked with a sincere smile —I am Issei Hyodo of second year class-A.
—Ara, ara, where are my manners. —The brunette commented. —My name Akeno Himejima, I'm from third.
—Very well, Akeno-senpai. Take care of me. —Clear that this was just words.
Both senpai and kohai kept walking while they spoke friendly among themselves, they had just met but they already seemed to get along very well. They continued the talk until they reached the boy's room.
—He has been very kind to me Akeno-senpai. Said the young man in farewell. —I hope to return the favor.
—Don't worry Issei, can I call you Issei? —With the boy's nod she went on. —It has been a pleasure to meet you. I hope we are friends.
— I also hope Akeno-san —despite not having the consent of the girl, he kept calling her by name, of course Akeno that did not bother him. —See you soon.
And both young people said goodbye away from each other. Issei walked through the classroom being watched by several of the students, but ignored all that. The girl a moment ago had left a good impression.
— "The daughter of Shuri Himejima and Cadre Barakiel ... she is very nice and kind, she looks a lot like her mother". It was Issei thought with a smile. —"It's a pity that she's gone" —and with this last thought I let out a sigh while looking out the window.
And his school life had already begun.
End of chapter-1.
I hope you like this first chapter. I know there are many points that are unknowns, but those will be revealed later. Now let's clarify some: Isseixharem Issei Op Characters from other animes included. And for all those who want to know about lemon's; if there will be ... in time.
This is the first story that I write in this language because I want to improve my language, and expand to other languages. Excuse me for spelling errors.
Any suggestions for the harem will be well received.
And yes, Esdeath is in the harem, this is because I want to make a couple in the Harley Queen style.
Finally I want to know if they want Issei to be the carrier of Ddraig.
With that ready ... I say goodbye