Disclaimer= I do not own high school dxd or Destiny just the additions to the main story and any OC's that are added
"Speaking in understandable language"
["Speaking in a language not understood"]
"~annoying as hell cat people speech Nya~"
{Spells being chanted or attacks}
'Thoughts'
"-Writing to communicate-"
? ? ?= unidentified person
"sacred gears talking or other possessed items"
Dates go day/month/year
Chapter 1
? ? ?, The Moon, Mare Cognitum, Hellmouth, unknown human year
These last few weeks have been... stressful to say the least, all because of one group of light wielding bastards, a really annoying thorn in my decayed foot and one that goes deeper when I try to remove it. First I find out a servant of the pathetic marble known as "The Traveler" had been hiding in the very core! of my catacombs had escaped and got to their city. Then she becomes a vengeance driven target handler, handing assignments left and right to the same group of undead warriors.
First up came my general Sardon, the fist of Crota, a good friend and even better artisan in the art form known as war. By my prepared orders, Sardon was sent down to Earth with one of my seeders to an old space port to prepare for my arrival on that pitiful dirt ball. He along with my mate Omnigul, the Will of Crota, were to secure the port, removing the former holders of the orb and the current and once that was done they were to build a teleporter so I and the rest of my forces could conquer the planet. Instead a group of three under the control of the one whom escaped went after him and killed him, my plans of invasion swiftly stopped by the slayer of the time bots tumour like god.
Annoyed by how swiftly the man whose strength alone permanently scarred this moon, I decided to advance the progress of my plans while the option was still available. This plan: send Omnigul into the north of that space port and sway the ancient computer being on to our side by any means necessary. The reason for that plan: that young compared to me but still old computer ghost had access to the Humans ancient and still operable defence network of sky munitions and metal war golems. Once again being stopped by the three rats and their master from before, their strangely quick response to my soldiers actions, any atempt to capture or manipulate the ghost failing. My mate Omnigul running off and hiding without even trying to fight, slow or kill the opposition, instead she chose to hunker down in a complex formerly used to communicate with the gas giants.
Then came my personal turn to be made a fool of and be desecrated by those whom follow a false idol and dying god. Under the continued guidance of the one whom see's past the veil of darkness through my servants stolen eyes, they came, they came and conquered. Almost effortlessly breaking through my fortresses defensive lines and heading towards my chambers, the chamber of where my physical soul resided and awaited my bodies resurrection. Of course the expected ending bloomed before me, my soul containing crystal was destroyed while I was getting brought forth and as a result I now sit upon my throne alone. My body but an ethereal representation of its true splendour, my previous physical body being destroyed and turned to dust after my failed attempt of summoning myself to their plane of existence.
And now I sit brooding as my servants sight a group of six star going vessels heading towards the entrance to the pit. Looking on curiously as this group landed in an isolated part of the pits entrance, their robed, armoured and cloaked forms waving at each other before they moved on. Raising a brow at the sheer eagerness and joy these walking corpses had as they approached the bridge to the keyhole. Scoffing in amusement as three of them didn't even bother to activate the entrance to the pit and just jumped towards the ghostly image of the bridge. A cloaked one hopping as far as he could go before falling to his death, a robed one turning around while they still glided on their sky current, also failing, the armoured one seeing his mistake and charging fist first into the pit. The remaining three laughing their respective asses off as the other three were resurrected by their wardens, performing various hand gestures as they also laughed.
Watching them try various things as they tried to activate the entrance to the pit. Their actions ranged from various dances to wasting ammunition on each other as they unloaded their weapons in mock firefights. The two cloaked ones either trying a dance ritual or just messing around with dancing as their companions watched and cheered. Smirking at the fact only one of them was trying in any form of seriousness to activate the entrance, watching him sit and ponder on the activation rune, unaware that his actions are causing what he sought. A dry chuckle coming from me when he jumped in surprise when the rune he was on began glowing, he and his group stopping there antics and looking at the bridge as it formed. The one who was responsible for activating it soon found himself being pushed by a conga line of his compatriots towards the formed bridge. Shoved on to it and raising his middle finger at the others as he panicked on the bridge before getting up and punching them all to death. Running towards the end of the bridge while a recently resurrected team fearfully laughed at the still annoyed armoured one, all of them plunging deep into the dark.
The either brave or stupid group of sky warriors now falling through the pit, guided by the sickly yellow coloured magic that will ensure they survive the drop. All of them steadily becoming serious as they plunged and landed in the dark pit that was completely oozing with the power of the deep. Once they got their bearings after the drop they all huddled as close together as possible under the golden light of the entrance. Raising their flawed, sky infused weapons at the enroaching Thrall that gathered in the dark, waiting for them to come out and feel the weight the dark holds against them. Myself wishing to know which one will fall first, having experienced one of these raid teams before, smirking as they trembled in their vast array of emotions.
"And... go!" I say to myself as one of the armoured ones lead them into the oppressive shadows that concealed their path. The Thrall charging forward, claws alight in malicious electrical energies as they crashed against them, the flashes of gun muzzles and the ignition of gunpowder not over taking their light hungry screams. The dead soldiers slowing down as if they gained a great burden, regrouping at the second lantern so light meant for my lips could buff them against the dark. Violent light blue explosions soon rebelling against the malicious shadows, disappearing as quickly as they came. These explosions being caused by their Thrall containers destruction, the power these blasts held stemming the tide of Thrall instead of aiding them.
"Tis' a shame Aluk-Hul had to betray father... his mighty axe would come in much use now as it did last time a group of six went down into the pit..." I say to myself, remembering the aid the Darkblade gave last time. Gaining a glimmer of hope in my three cruel eyes when a robed one wasn't paying attention and got his spine cleaved into by a rather stealthy Knight. The blade glowing with white fury as it tore through his sky infused cloth and delicate, soft flesh, his body collapsing as the Thrall charge past him and at their teammates. Letting out a huff of annoyance when his corpse began shining as bright as their sun, his fire filled with ferocity to match. Magic like bursts of light escaping his hands and burning the Knight then and there, gliding over his cindered body as small ball's that looked like miniture star's erupted around he and his team. The Thrall and odd Knight or two stopping so they did not burn to ashes like the ones who got caught in their brilliance.
The tides of claw and cleaver, slave and lord doing nothing to slow the advancement of the six through the pit. Lantern's exploding from too much light entering them, the six cleverly using them as area denial weapons against my forces. Any who charged their front soon finding themselves filled with the munitions of their weapons, those who still came from behind also getting the same treatment. A combined blast of purple and blue going off when a fresh horde charged them, an armoured ones fists overflowing with the skies thunderous wrath, a robed ones hands forming a ball of the voids crushing energies, a mighty orb of destruction coming from their palm. Knights and Thralls burning and disintegrating as their flaking shells got consumed by their light, for they brought forth fire and fury against the malicious.
The mothers of all hive forms appearing when the six reached the final obstacle to my sword space, the key to the keyhole. Wizard hands cackling with dark thunder as they began bombarding their position with orbs of dark magic, their forms gaining orange orbs around them when hit. Mighty Thrall who were willing to endure permanent pain so they could attain greater strength and arcane might, these Ogre's sent forth lances of purple energies at their enemies. The rock around the six cracking and breaking from this explosive assault, their armour not faring much better to this mix of blue and purple.
And just when it seemed they would fall, the one who revealed their path to the pit stated his defiance to the Hive that attacked them. All in the form of a spherical bastion against their attacks, a flaring purple dome protecting the six from ranged assault. Seeing their attacks so casually stopped the Hive that stood watching, they roared, they roared with blood curdling screams as they charged forth to fight with their literal teeth and claw. The six occasionally popping out to fire their guns at the attackers or jumping through the domes top too throw explosives. But this mixture of lead, brass, copper, steel and grenades did not stop the hungry Thrall, the glory seeking Knights, the cunning Wizards nor the rage filled Ogres from charging.
Normally I would have expected such a chance of winning for the six to have been dashed... but it would be wrong to expect that. Their cloaked compatriots had not unleashed their most powerful spells against us... and as expected... they did. Ones hand cannon shone brightly with the Suns might and flaming fury another called forth a short blade that was brimming with thunder and lightning, heavens fury. Both cloaked warriors alight in their respective elements as they went out to facr the nightly terrors. The golden ones golden gun letting out three shots that pierced all and incinerated all from the mightest Ogre to the most talented Wizard. The thunder infused ones blade sending off waves of hungry... curious lightning that also ended up atomising any it touched, if you escaped? this blade dancer would cut you up into ribbions of flesh and bone.
This display of power succeed in giving them what they needed the most at the moment... time. With this newly acquired time and breathing room, they exited the now collapsing bubble. Turning tail on to the now present bridge to the key hole, a bright light coming from an absolutely monolithic tunnel. This light reliving them of the dark's oppressive grasp, watching them joyfully jump up and down, happy to have their limited flight capabilities restored. My troops slinkering away from the light and into the dark, unwilling to give chase lest they be blinded.
The group of six soon finding themselves in a gothic cathedral like location, my sword space, MY throne world. Its dark green skies illuminating the broken stone arches of both sides, an endless chasm separated by a bridge fueled by the sword logic. Four totems glowing feintly with arcane energy, two ritual circles at either end of the ghostly bridge, their activation required to start the bridges creation. Across from the chasm, not too far away and floating in the sky was the oversoul, a large moon sized, cracked and fractured creation. Yet despite its looks, the oversoul was not to be underestimated, it was in layman's term's an eraser a very precise eraser, one with the power to completely remove someone or something from time and space itself.
Though despite the grand majesty of the place they just entered, they did not care at all, they just walked down the stairs towards the first activation rune. Unexpectedly making a frantic dash to one of the isolated, decrepit towers that only existed to be decoration and nothing more, yet they ran. Climbing an ebony coloured wall and helping each other on to it, using its height as leverage to get on the tower. Their feet alighting with light, dull blue mist as they hopped, launched and glided on to the open top tower. My confusion at an all time high when they all summoned their tenders and had them group to one side of the tower while they all grouped under the gaze of the oversoul. Posing and getting merry despite where they were, their ghost's letting out small flashes of light, letting out a breath of confusion when they sent that data out of my netherworld and on to their ships.
Putting their game faces on again before jumping down to the left annihilation totem and breaking up into three groups of two. The robed ones heading to the right annihilation totem, the cloaked ones holding up at the left totem while the armoured ones went to the centre path. Nodding at the other four before beginning the ritual to summon the bridge, Thrall climbing over the ledges and charging the splintered infection upon my sword space. Guns booming as bullets flew out their barrels, claws alighting in fury as they came down upon their armour, bursts of ash and ember erupting from each Thrall slain.
A Swordbearer answering the call of duty and marching down the central staircase as sparse groups of Thrall past him, his body akin to that of molten lava. Heading to his right, his sword eager for the dead scholars life and by the ultimate arbiter logic, he would take their power. The students of war throwing small explosives at the Knight who was blessed with an ascendant sword, his body coming out mostly unharmed from that experience. Grabbing one of the Warlock's by the head with speed that surpassed the normal eyes sight, preparing to cleave into the warrior before turning to dust. The rifle of a cloaked one smoking after delivering a mighty shot to the skull of the bearer, waving at the now safe robed one before throwing a knife at a Thrall.
The previously restrained learner of arcanna picking up the blade of his assaulter, griping the dark blade with both hands as he ran to the centre. These Titans providing covering fire to the robed swordbearer as the bridge fazed into existence after a brief flash of light. The blade glowing steadily brighter as it approached an opponent worthy of facing its centuries old edge, a Gatekeeper, mighty Knights who have proven themselves worthy. There forms only able to be harmed by the apex of weaponry, the ascendant sword that they carried against him, his body glowing a light blue, the light coming from cracks throughout his body. Ready to face his opposition he swung his sword, the Warlock warping through him before launching themselves at him and slashing his back thrice. A final slam from the Warlock going into the skull of the Knight, a large echoing crack coming from him as he collapsed to the floor dead, one of the many statues behind the Warlock setting alight in green fire.
The Warlock taking cover behind a rock as he fought with light and steel to keep the arriving Knights and Acolytes away from his soon to be arriving comrade. Back on the other side, the screech of Thralls had died down and the empty screams of Acolyte shredders replaced them. Purple bolts of Hive arcane might soaring around as they hit cover and the armour of the Guardians alike. Another Swordbearer coming down during the chaos caused by the gun fight, this time heading left as he was angered by a stray bullet that hit him from there. Swinging his blade in a massive overhead arch before hitting nothing but stone and metal, his target having rolled out the way before teleporting in front of him and stabbing his eyes. The Knight recoiling in pain as he found himself blinded by a mixture of plasteel and thunder, dropping his blade in the process. Seeing an opportunity, the Hunter grabbed his sword and implanted a ton of his arc energy into the sword, using the enhancement to cut the Knight in half, the blade cutting hip-to-hip and separating his torso from his legs.
Jumping onto the central path before running past his armoured friends and heading to his robed one, of whom was on the run. Unable to harm the Gatekeeper that pursued his fleeing hide and cloth, but still he sent out pulses and waves of light to at least slow him. His relief coming once again in the form of a cloaked rogue, the warrior jumping on the Gatekeeper to grab his attention, causing it to stagger when he used it to propel himself into the air. A three-round burst from the scholar stopping the hand of the Gatekeeper when he went to grab the Hunters foot or cloak, turning his head at the pesky Warlock. A roar of anger coming from the blue Knight as he began turning, having temporarily forgotten the still airborne Hunter, he remembered too late though. Because he soon found his torso destroyed by a gravity supported slash to his chest, the blade getting stuck in his body before he fell to his knees and drew his last breath and died. The two warriors of light shaking hands before aiding each other in securing the other side.
One of the Titans running around to support his friends as they found their position weakened by the lack of someone to watch their back. His deadly shotgun tearing into the Knights that began acompanying the Acolytes, deadly axion fire coming from their boomers as they began retaliating with light blue artillery. Another Swordbearer leaving the safety of the central tower so it can slay some sky warriors, or at least attempt to. The roaming Titan flying and crashing into him, sending the pair over the edge of stairs and into the floor, the Titan taking advantage of being on top, caved the skull of the Swordbearer in with four power filled punches. Getting up and off the dead Knight, picking up his sword as his leftover allies retreated to the stairwell to cover his advance and get out of the way of exploding starfire. Running along a slowly disappearing bridge as he went to clash swords with a Gatekeeper that came to fight him.
A gust of wind happening when these two bastions clashed, blade hitting blade, the sound of grinding edges filling the higher pitch of the battle. Taking advantage of his size the Knight began pressing down on the Titan before kneeing him in the face and disorienting him, sending a foot to his gut and as a result, the Titan flew. His sword falling into the chasm as he slowly recovered from the blow, charging the Knight and ducking underneath his swing before grabbing him by the torso and "hugging" him with all his might. The Knight in response slammed his pommel against the back of the Titan, cracking the plate that shelled him, but in righteous defiance, the Titan grabbed the Knight by the crotch and head. Heaving his large frame above his head before tossing him overboard and into the endless chasm.
The three Guardians on the other side soon rallied into their previous set up so they could allow the last three to cross the bridge and move on to the next challenge. In response the bridge summoning ritual began anew, another Swordbearer coming out to fight, but was only greeted by an ambush from the other three. Falling down dead after being filled with bullets, his sword acquired by the last Titan before he punched another Knight to death so he could trigger his barrier ability. Now equipped with a shield he charged and jumped onto the bridge just as it arrived in its full physical form, rolling after he landed as to not lose momentum. Tanking the blow from the Gatekeeper as he pierced its gut and rammed him into the wall, held up by the sword before the Titan jumped and pulled at him with all his might. The Knights upper body bisected as his body was pulled down on the blade, a fourth statue glowing in response before the bridge flashed brightly, signifying its permanent placement and the abolishment of its law.
A plethora of ascendant blades appearing on the side that lead to me, the Guardians each picking up a blade before forming a defensive line on the stairwell. Preparing themselves for the horde of Thralls, Acolytes and Knights that charged at them, swinging and slamming as they arrived. A dust cloud of Hive death embers appearing as they got cut down in their charge upon the steps, some staying back to fire their shredder's and boomer's. Six Gatekeepers stepping out to face them after the assaulting horde was extinguished from existence, a large duel of ascendant swords soon to happen. Nodding at each other, they gave all their swords gained power to a single Titan, of whom used that power in conjunction with his light to cause a colossal explosion that decimated the Knights.
The swords disappeared as the last six statues lit up, one after the other until all glowed, each wreathed in green fire, the seal sealing the gate disappearing when the lock had been opened. Checking their collective ammo first, the Guardians had their Ghosts pop some ammo synths for all their weapons so they would not be under prepared for the next challenge. Sprinting ahead was one of their armoured ones, the brunt of the Thrall that filled the tunnel going at him first, placing a purple dome down just at the tunnel entrance. When the rest of his team caught up, they passed through the bubble and were granted a temporary blessing that would boost their survivability. A boost to each of their shields would greatly enhance their ability to withstand the claws and teeth of the Thrall, speaking of which, the other armoured one just destroyed an overwhelming majority of them with his thunderous slam attack.
Now their real issue was the one-way barriers and the Shrieker's, the pale grey barriers protecting the oncoming Thrall from small-arms fire. The black shells of the strange turret like devices known as Shrieker's began opening up, revealing a mixture of black and purple light. This light seemingly forming an eye that gazed the followers of the sky and sought to destroy them, almost echo like howls of tormented souls screaming whenever the Shrieker's unleashed a volley. Five light purple orbs escaping the device and homing in on one of the Guardians, their extra shield absorbing most of the damage it handed out. In retaliation, a Hunter of the last safe city on Earth unleashed their trump card, the golden gun technique, his hand cannon going up in a burst of sun like light before a golden lance destroyed the Shrieker. Disabling the first barrier and causing the device to violently explode, a dozen slow moving but viciously tracking, projectiles coming from the blast and seeking him out.
Just before they got him though, he fired off one more shot from his gun before being killed by the vengeance filled orbs of death. His corpse flying through the air before landing at the far end of the room, having seen this, a robed one rapidly turned so he could revive his fallen ally. The rest of the group carried onwards though, the other Hunter began blinking through the horde as he sought the room across the hole in the floor. Just barely making it before the door closed, the rest of his group awaiting him at the door after mopping up the Thrall remnants and dividing the other Shriekers death orbs so another would not temporarily fall. Walking over to the chest at the far end of the room first, the Hunter picked out a few goodies from the chest and had his Ghost transmat them to his ships storage. Opening the door finally to his comrades who rushed past him to get pickings from the chest, watching them all hop down to the shallow pool below. Their heads turning towards the area where my throne would normally be.
"Now it is just Ir Yut that stands before this much more successful group..." I say to myself as the Guardians seemingly prepare a plan. Myself also preparing a plan, not an assault plan or a plan of attack, but rather a contingency plan, one that would ensure my survival should things go south. This plan? take advantage of the knowledge I gained during my tenure in the Vex time strands, from there I would take a small soul crystal and place a mere silver of my soul in it. Just enough to live and enough so when the time comes I can recover my lost power easily, but not enough so I would draw the attention of the Vex Timelords. With my plan thought out, I took a pang from my oversoul and shifted some of my power into it, ready for when I put the plan into fruition.
Turning my bodiless gaze back on to the soldiers of The Traveler, I awaited their next move, awaiting my challenge from them and seeing if they could "kill" Ir Yut. Their group splitting into two smaller fireteams of three, Titans at the helm to get rid of the Knights that knelt before the sight of my oversoul. Running and gunning as they charged up the stairs to the three rooms above where they came from, Ir Yut preparing a liturgy of ruin to erase their lives permanently. Sticky explosives being thrown at the Wizards that hovered around the entrance to the central chambers, screeching as they exploded in ball's of purple and orange fire. An occasional Acolyte getting gunned down as they entered the rooms, the Titans firing off rockets at the Shrieker's before retreating outside.
The explosion of rocket and Shrieker filling the air as the barriers protecting the Deathsinger died down and exposed her. Ir yut's screams of terror filling the area as the Guardians cleared out her Knight guard and headed outside to clear out the newcomers. During this brief lapse of judgment from the Guardians she began to sing an incomplete song of death, hoping killing them all then destroying their Ghosts will be sufficient. A Swordbearer and two Ogre's coming out to challenge the invaders, splitting back up into three groups of two, they engaged the enemy.
A Warlock gliding onto the back of a Ogre before letting loose a hail of fusion energy from their energy rifle before using one of their pulses to propel of the creatures back. A purple orb generating in the others hand before he let it loose upon the Ogre, the mighty mutated Thrall disintegrating when it exploded upon its bloated, pore covered face. The Hunters dealing with the other Ogre, one throwing a few knives at its left leg in an effort to cripple it, but the small blades did not dig in deep enough to cause sufficient harm. In response the Ogre sent one of its muscular, armoured arms at the Hunter, hoping to crush him against the stone of my property and then attack the other one. But quicker then the lumbering beast could react, it soon found itself one limb short before a lightning infused Hunter jabbed its lightning covered blade into the Ogre's head and frying its insides.
The Titan's ducking and dodging the swings of the Swordbearer, delivering armour cracking jabs at the Knight during its brief points of exposure. One of the Titans grabbing both wrists of the Knight before using them as supports and planting his feet on the Knights face. Doing squats on the Knight before he fell off when he tore the Knights arms straight out of their sockets, hopping back up and using the knight as a punching bag while the other Titan took the arm that held the sword. A spiked, orange glowing, Hive arm that still held an ascendant blade as it flailed about on his mad dash to Ir Yut, swinging the sword wielding arm at her and decapitating her before she finished her song. All of the Guardians dancing as they all went to the central room and patched themselves up and checked their weapons, all of them stepping on the central crystal platform at once, my call to arms sent.
The first thing to happen that signified my arrival was the light that once filled the area suddenly gained a malevolent weight behind it, the healing ablities they held suddenly gone. Next before my shrine a chalice of light appeared, ready to be filled with their power so I could eat it and gain more power, and at where they were, barriers were erected that prevented entry and escape. Gathering outside their holdout was a small group of Acolytes and Knights, eager to kill them and gain favour with me, four boomer equipped Knight's appearing at the towers that flanked my shrine. After that the collapsed parts of the stone pillars at the back of the room began repairing themselves, the crashing of rock filling the area as they crashed together and fused. A torrent of green fire appearing on the engraved crystal sigil that resided on the floor, my terrible ghost like form suddenly appearing on the sigil.
For the first time in perhaps years these warriors felt an unfamiliar emotion, one that had been lost due to the ability to cheat death, that emotion was fear. They quaked and shook in their boots at the sight of a member of the Hive pantheon, despite how steadfast they acted, they knew deep in their hearts the terrifying power that I, Crota the light eater held. Oh how I would have languished at the ability to see their faces before the end of this fight, pointing my fire soaked sword at them and taunting them with a laugh. Clutching the oversoul shard as I silently watched them, knowing that even with my past accomplishment of slaying an army of these warriors, there was no hundred percent guarantee. With a slight gesture of my hand, the fighting began anew, the barriers collapsed and void bolts were exchanged with light infused metal. Staying as I were, knowing that if I went in, they would just run away and we would be stuck in an overly long game of Cat&Mouse.
Planting my sword tip against the stone as I awaited their inevitable success against my troops, the Acolytes having been reduced to cinders. Watching with a frown as the Knights charged forth with blades at the ready, a huff of air coming from me as even the bulky Guardians effortlessly dodged. Slashes and stabs from the Hunters steadily causing the Knights to slow down, because of torn joints or steel obstructions. Jabs and power filled punches shattering stone and armour while the occasional burst of bullets impacted their weakening constitution's. Picking my blade back up and placing it on my shoulders when the Knights fell, my eyes darting between their two choices of exit. Holding my left hand out and letting dark lightning gather between my palms and fingers when they came out the right side or my left.
Torso sized bolts of white, blue and black magic coming forth from my palm and hitting the stone floor as they left. Some of them shaking from the shock they got when they exploded against the dark stonework, charring it blacker than it was before with soot and slightly melted stone. Any further blasts from me stopped by a sudden purple dome that held off my dark thunder, halting my personal attacks but allowing the towered Knights to bombard them with their guns. Glaring when I notice the two cloaked ones had began clearing the area before me of Thrall and the Swordbearer. Walking to the edge of the platform so I could see what they were up to, when it quieted down, seeing a cloaked one run under a walkway and out of my sight.
Recoiling out of surprise when my body was suddenly besieged by a handful of rockets, each one accompanied by the howl of wolves. Smaller projectiles coming out of the resulting fire and sharply turning on me and hammering my hide in a flurry of smaller explosions. Kneeling down and huddling so the blasts did not move me about, unaware this was just a distraction, seeing the cloaked one come up too late. Snarling and grunting in pain as he slashed and slammed his acquired ascendant sword against my ghostly visage. Using my own sword as a prop before swinging it at him, stopping after I realized he was gone, my face twitching in anger as I got back up.
A swirling vortex of green suddenly appearing around me, "I WILL NOT BE MADE A FOOL OF!" I roar in fury as I raise my sword high and summon forth my trump card. A massive light green and black sun appearing suddenly in the sky, my Oversoul, this construct oozed power and death. When it will activate, it shalt send forth my Death impulse and annihilate all non ascendant Hive present in my home. Watching as the sword got passed to a Titan that had two horns of light escaping his broken helmet, glaring upwards when they suddenly slingshotted him into the sky. Preparing a response but being stopped by a hail of bullets and explosives, placing a hand on my one chance to survive.
Opening a small dimensional tear in my netherworld and preparing to cast the crystal into the Vex time streams, accidentally cutting another dimensional wall. The sound of tearing fabric filling my ears as I was battered by the ammunition of the City's foundries and Travelers light. Looking up as a great hurricane formed in the sky, lightning hitting my oversoul and causing it to turn off pretty much, and at the eye of the storm? the Titan. Wreathed in an aura of blue lightning and the green flames of an ascendant sword as he came crashing into me, destroying this form and nearly killing me. My glowing, ghost like body disapating as the sword bridged our forms together, a final roar of pain sent across the night before my vision changed to black.
The skies above heaven, pre-Great war but after the crucifixion of Christ
My vision coming back to me from within a small dark emerald crystal, three glowing anger filled eyes rapidly going all over it, in a vain attempt to see past the fire the crystal was generating in its fall. The winged populace of this light filled city looking up in fear at the arrival at a ball of fire that held great darkness, however weak it was at the moment. The gold and ivory towers that tried to halt the path of this falling object were soon subjugated and given a burnt hole in their sides as punishment. The object finally stopping its descent stopped by a golden palm of a holy being, holier than any other, Yahweh or as he is commonly called God.
Having caught the troublesome object in his palm, the man with a golden aura that burned away darkness, brought the crystal thats dark defied his lights presence, up to his face. His head that was hidden behind a veil of light made of pure gold looked down at the gemstone object, his frown hidden when he saw what looked back. Choosing to stay quiet, knowing if I anger this being, I would die permanently, my ties to my sword space lost, but that didn't stop me from leeching the power he gave off. Hoping his excess will give me enough to escape this city that reeked of the sky, looking on with worry when the godlike being let out a hearty laugh.
"Naughty little fella... aren't you?" he questioned me with a chuckle before he began walking off towards a palace that was perhaps bigger than entire sword space alone. But not before he placed some form of seal around me, preventing me from eating the light so I could restore my fearsome power, looking at every winged humanoid I past while I was being carried. Finding myself soon shown in front of a twelve-winged male, "Azazel. Come. We have a new potential sacred gear on our hands." he said to the humanoid before we carried our journey on. Frowning when I heard I was to be some form of meagre tool, ME! a hive god!
"Rather dark object mi'lord..." this Azazel said rather quietly, he sounded shy, almost like a dirty secret was being hidden, of course how dirty had yet to be seen. A slight gasp of surprise coming from him after he sensed my worm, "And... draconic!?" he said in slight fear. Stopping his lord from moving after finding this out, "Not to criticize you or anything... BUT THERE IS A DRAGONS ESCENCE IN THEIR!" he shouted in worry, "We don't even know if this is someone who serves one of the Dragon Kings! We might inadvertently start a war, right when Lucifer has increased his activities near our holy sites!" he says, gripping his head because of it.
Flinching when his master placed a hand upon him, "Then we let this "Dragon..." regain enough power so it may commune with us before we take drastic action." he says to Azazel with a reassuring pat to the back. Hum-ing rather vocally before looking at me again, "... and if not? we will turn his power into a weapon that will help us... because if I sense this right... this being has the maximum power that rivals a god!" he decrees with a chuckle, finding myself smiling having heard him at least acknowledge my power and why it should be feared. Now thinking of how I could escape if I mess up my one chance to communicate with this being.
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But a rather precarious situation came up that would leave the lesser discombobulated in the head and grasping at straws for answers. The skies of this land darkened after a few centuries and I was left alone in a strange crystal after this "God" had disappeared, permanently. During my time as a tool, my power began returning and I was categorized as something known as a Longinus-tier sacred gear, but I never did what the others did. My cell never sent me to a host, I stayed in the private lab of Heaven's leader, restoring my power and using the old mans notes to alter my cell, nail by nail, bar by bar.
During my stay here, I met many other powerful beings, from creatures with the scent of the Worms to simple objects of immense light. I did not commune or talk, I waited, forcing my cell to stay stationary till I chose to leave this feast of light. Due to my defiance and resisting the alterations made by these people, I was quickly announced as a defective sacred gear that was never finished. But I was finished, they just did not know, I was restoring my strength until it was full again, when done? THEN I leave and on my terms. The year I would leave was soon announced to all of the world when I startled one of Heavens' leaders, Michael I believe his name was.
He was brooding as usual in his fathers lab, sadly gazing at his notes and sacred gear research, even his journal on what he could learn from me about the sword logic. But those details were broken and hazy, he only got a name for it, and that was what I was christened as "The sword logic" for short or "Logic of the dark dragon god" though these titles meant nothing. The world had yet to see me and my future puppets strength, a strength that will rend the universe to my will and answer only to the true logic. Anyway... I announced my departure during one of his sobbing sessions, my sigil burned into the ivory stone by green fire, signalling my departure.
This left Michael purplexed, the faulty Longinus had gone in a blast of emerald fire and went to seek a host! a day he will remember. For on that day he exercised his power as head Archangel to its fullest! his orders? find the user of that sacred gear, imprison and learn by any means necessary. With my escape confirmed, I entered a human foetus and began changing him on a biological level so his base form would suit my needs better. What I did? turn a child into a weird, twisted mixture of Hive and Man, something his Exorcist parents would definitely be surprised by.
Seventeen years after Crota got his first host, deep beneath the holy see
Deep below the bustling city of Rome, within the catacombs under the Vatican's stone halls, on a dark, candle lit stairwell. Three people's footsteps echoed throughout the empty halls of the darkest part of one of the brightest cities in the world. One elderly male in his early forties and two young, virgin warrior maidens made their way down to retrieve someone from the dark tunnels.
"Revered father," said the stoic voice of one of the maidens, "why do we travel down these decrepit halls if we are to find the missing Excalibur fragments?" she asks, her robes hiding her features.
"Because... another servant of God has been called up to support you in the churches time of need..." he replies solemnly, the jingling of keys echoing with every step. The man nervously sweating as he approached the cell of one of Heavens' most important assets, coming to a stop in front of a set of enchanted, rusty iron bars.
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Two glowing green eyes opening up in the shadows of the pitch black cell.
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This was the one who waited in the dark below...
A new DxD+Destiny crossover released on Destiny 2's launch date? Yer welcome :D
Next chapter will be a guide on what the, "The sword logic" sacred gear does and descriptions of my OC's move set from it :P