This story takes place roughly 15 years before the main storyline. (That would be in the late 1980s.)

In order to make things easier for me, Sirzechs' peerage will not appear at all during the story, except for Okita, who will probably make a cameo at some point since we know for certain he's part of Sirzechs peerage at this point. The main focus of the story is on Sirzechs and Grayfia.

And for those who read my other story [Revelation], you might see some characters from there. But they won't be the main focus.

The wind blows through his crimson hair.

Around him, the bodies of Devils, countless enemies of incredible power, lie dead.

The crimson hero wipes away tear.

"Why must we fight each other?" The hero asks softly. "Why can't we have peace?"

"We want peace." Ajuka Astaroth, the hero's ally and rival, answers. "They want war. Conflict is born of contradicting beliefs. Neither one of us will back down." Ajuka sighs. "Come on Sirzechs, if you keep worrying about this we'll never win."

"...are we really doing the right thing Ajuka?" Sirzechs bends down and closes the eyes of one of his fallen enemies. "Is it really possible to fight for peace?" Ajuka sighs.

"No, it isn't." Ajuka tightens his fist. "We aren't fighting for peace. We're fighting for dominion. Only when we are the sole rulers of the Underworld, then there will be peace."

"..." Ajuka can tell that Sirzechs is not satisfied with his answer. Sighing, Ajuka places his hand on Sirzechs' shoulder.

"Come on, let's go home." Sirzechs wordlessly stands up and follows Ajuka. Ajuka pats Sirzechs on the back. "I'll buy you a bowl of noodles alright?"

"With roasted pork." Sirzechs smiles. "And dumplings."

"Don't push it." Ajuka smacks Sirzechs on the back, who laughs in return.

"Grayfia! Grayfia!" Grayfia Lucifuge blinks once. "Grayfia! Can you hear me?"

"Yes." Grayfia rubs her eyes. "I'm sorry, I was...thinking."

"Hmmph!" The young Devil places her hands on her hips. "You shouldn't just blank out like that!" Grayfia, in spite of herself, smiles.

"I'm sorry Tamora." Grayfia pats Tamora's head. "I was just thinking about the war."

"Grayfia!" Tamora pouts. "You promised not to do that again! Whenever you think about the war you get all depressed and stuff!" Grayfia smiles. She finds her subordinate worrying about her incredibly cute. With deft hands, Grayfia grabs Tamora's cheeks mid-sentence and squeezes them together.

"Muhgnh!"

"Ahahahahaha!" Grayfia laughs at Tamora's now crunched up face. "How cute!"

With a shake of her head, Tamora escapes from Grayfia's grasp.

"Gwayfia!" Tears form at the corners of Tamora's eyes. "That huwt~!" Grayfia pulls her adorable subordinate into a hug.

"There, there." Grayfia brushes Tamora's hair while whispering softly into her ear. "It will all be fine. The Satan Faction will win the war and all will be well again."

"Really?" Tamora looks at Grayfia with her hazel eyes. "The war will really end?"

"Yes."

"You promise?" Grayfia looks into Tamora's eyes. They are the eyes of a girl who is untouched by cruelty, a girl who has yet to experience war. Grayfia leans forward and kisses Tamora's forehead.

"I promise."

Little did Grayfia know just how hard it would be to keep this promise.

"Master Cassian." The waiter places the gunner onto the table. "Your drink sir."

"Thank you Walter." The waiter bows, before stepping away from the table. Cassian Gray returns to his newspaper.

With silver hair and a chiseled face, along with a thin but toned body, he had the attention of every female in the club, married and single. Not that Cassian cared. To him, everything was uninteresting and drab. Except for one thing.

War.

As a member of Cross-Rail, Cassian's sole reason for existence is to protect humanity from the supernatural.

In the past 6 months, Cassian had fought and killed 147 Devils, 27 werewolves and 2 vampires.

He remembered every single one of them

The Devil girl with the long curly hair, forming soundless words as her blood flowed freely from her throat.

The werewolf boy with the limp leg, scratching the air with six silver bullets in his chest.

The vampire woman with the large breasts, screaming in agony as she turned to ash.

All worthy enemies.

All dead.

Cassian smiles at the memories.

"Your creepy smile is back." The voice of Cassian's guest breaks his nostalgia. "Remembering your fights again?"

"Hello Shi." Cassian looks at the black haired teenager standing next to the table. "Please, take a seat."

"I'm still your elder you know~" Shi laughs and slides into the opposing chair. "Regardless of how I look~"

"True." Cassian himself didn't know exactly how old Shi was. The first time Cassian had met Shi had been four years ago, when Cassian had been sixteen. Shi looked as he did four years ago. "How old are you anyway?"

"Ummmmm..." Shi stops for a moment to think. "No idea~?"

Somehow, Cassian knows Shi isn't lying.

"Moving on~" Shi waves his hand to catch the attention of a waiter. "You've heard the news right~?"

"Of?" Cassian takes a drink from his gunner, enjoying the feeling of the ice-cold liquid running down his throat.

"The Devil Faction is having a civil war~" Shi orders an iced milk tea from the waiter. "They're split over the [Old Maou Faction] and the [New Maou Faction]."

"So?" Cassian drains the last of his drink in one gulp. "What's this got to do with me?"

"Nothing really~" Shi reclines in his chair. "It's just good to keep up to date with current affairs~" The waiter returns with Shi's drink, who takes it with a word of thanks. "Ah~ That hits the spot~"

"Are there any more jobs for me?" Cassian feels his blood begin to boil at the thought of combat. "Preferably S-class of course."

"Mmmmm there is one~" Shi mumbles, his mouth full of liquid. "I was suppose to do it, but I can't be bothered~" Shi, swallowing the tea, pulls a piece of paper from his pocket and places it on the table. "It's pretty routine actually~A bunch of Devils made a headquarters in a nearby town~We need to kill them~"

"...that's it?" Cassian looks at the mission request. "This doesn't even seem B-class..." Cassian trails off, reading the text carefully. "...am I reading this correctly?"

"Yup~He was sighted there~" Shi smiles. "That's why I thought it was perfect for you~If it's that man, you'll definitely get a good fight out of it~"

Cassian smiles. At the bottom of the page, underneath the headline [Possible Risks], a single name is written.

Sirzechs Gremory.

My new story is straying away from my [Revelation] and [Testament] OCs and focusing instead on the characters from Highschool DXD.

That's not to say that a few of my OCs won't make cameo appearances though.

The focus will be on Grayfia and Sirzechs however, not on my OCs.

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Daemon