AN: Now, I know I said that The Golden Lucifer is still ongoing and is just under hiatsus, but to be honest, I found some parts of it…lacking. Sorry for all my dxd readers out there, I'll still leave TGL up for mementos, but I decided my oldest work needs a rewrite, and, this is my response to that!

Welcome to "High School DxD: The Half-Blood Prince"!

This follows the story of Noire Nocturne throughout the journey that we know as High School DxD, while following the same plot line as TGL, with some slight differences mixed with my new idea for this rewrite of mine. Along with that, would be some fixes to my, admittedly, childish way of writing the first time around. Also, I don't think I could write in the first person's P.O.V as I used to, so this is mostly going to be written in Third Person's View.

Also, I know that Jeanne in DxD already has a form, but honestly, I think they could've done better in DxD Hero. With that said, I'll be sticking to my own imagination of how Jeanne looks like, with a plan on the 'Jeanne' on the Hero Faction's side. Hwahahahaha!

Anyways, I've said enough. Now, join me as I tell you the tale of my latest Oc!

Disclaimer: DxD does not belong to me, only Noire and the plot does.


(In the distant past)

Hundreds of years ago, an event that shook the world had taken place, dragging with them the entire populace as they bore witness to a war between the so called Three Factions of Christianity. The three sides of Angel, Devil, and Fallen Angel waged a war that had costed all three sides so much, casualties after casualties happening as the years go by. This war, was better known as The Great War.

Fortunately, it was abruptly put to a stop, but unfortunately, the cause came from an even bigger threat that what they posed.

From the skies they came, roaring and raging as two majestic and monstrous dragons waged their own war. The Welsh Dragon, [Red Dragon Emperor], Ddraig, and the Vanishing Dragon, [White Dragon Emperor], Albion. The two Heavenly Dragon that exceed the rank of Dragon King, some of the strongest beings in the world, and bested only by five other beings, beings that are said to be known as the [Dragon of Dragons] for their immense strength that could make any deity of any pantheon cower under their might. Due to their fickle nature, they left the two unchecked as they rampaged and nearly destroyed everything. To put a stop to them, the Three Factions, for the first time of their existence, joined hands in unity.

Try as they might, it had only costed them greatly.

God and three of the four Maou's suffered grievous wounds during the clash, with Lucifer and Azazel being the only ones left. It had seemed that all had been lost, yet as they nearly ran out of power, a bright, golden light shined from above, as a black dragon - with some parts being gold - of great proportions descended from the sky in the same manner as the two Heavenly Dragons, flagged with an angelic dragon and a demon-looking dragon of the same size.

All knew who they were. The Hellfire Dragon of Damnation, The Lightsworn Dragon of Creation, and the black and golden one in front of them, The Void Dragon of Judgement. Three of the five Dragon Gods in existence.

The three had taken pity on the factions and had decided to step in. With their help, Ddraig and Albion were sealed inside the Boosted Gear and Divine Dividing, Sacred Gears created by the Biblical God before He and the three grievously injured Satans died. After thanking the three Dragon Gods and seeing that there was no point in the war any longer, Lucifer, Azazel and Michael, who now represents Heaven, decided to stop the war and return to their homes to recuperate and plan for the survival of their races.

However, The Void Dragon's words rang out before they left.

"Hear me, Three Factions. We came not only to help you, but to warn you of a terrible prophecy that has been foretold from the time of Chaos himself." He began, speaking the name of the universe's creator. "A disaster approaches that would signify the end of all creation, and only three beings can stop it. One, a half-fallen, another, a half-angel, and lastly, a half-devil. In the distant future, these three protectors will be born, and my brethren and I shall be given to them for our powers to be used by them, in the form of [Divine Relics]. Until that day, I heed all of you to prepare…"

Agreeing to take these words to heart, they all departed from there. In Heaven, Michael took over as leader of the Angels and the Church, and has tried his best to grant miracles around the world. In the Underworld, on the Fallen's side, Azazel had taken to continuing his research on Sacred Gears, adding the so called [Divine Relics] to his research as wonders what they'll be. While in the Devil's side, all were in shock as Lucifer, their Great King, stepped down and let the new generation decide who they want to lead, then he disappeared. None know of his whereabouts, but all know he still lives.

Years pass and soon, the words of the Void Dragon were forgotten as they try to leave behind the memories of the Great War. Only three remains knowledgeable about it, as Michael, Azazel, and Lucifer prepared themselves for the dreaded day.


(Present Time)

A silver haired boy kneeled in silence atop a mountain. Not just any mountain. Mt. Everest, to be exact. Most would freeze to death up there or lose breath due to the high air pressure. No one would survive unless one was prepared.

Which was why the sight was strange.

The boy looked no older than seventeen, his raven hair messy and flows freely in the winds, while his crimson eyes stare ahead of him in concentration, watching the clouds that covered most of his view below. His clothes does not resemble any form of hiking gear, or even gear to stay warm. Instead, he wore a plain, back shirt with a blue jacket over it, while below he had on grey pants with a belt buckling it in place, and blue sneakers. Beside him laid a black long sword with a golden blade, made with only a one-sided edge and a big, gold jewel at the upper part of its hilt just before the blade itself. In all seriousness, he should've been dead, but with the way he was calmly exuding aura, he was anything but.

But that's to be expected, considering that he wasn't human.

[Did you feel that aura?]A strange, yet regal voice rang out from the sword beside him, the jewel glowing every time it spoke, as if it were alive. [It seems that our target has finally arrived, Partner.]

"…" The boy said nothing as the clouds suddenly began to shake violently, a deafening roar heard from inside of it. He stood up and grabbed the hilt of his blade with his right hand, resting the flat end on his shoulder. "Let's go, Xerath."

[Indeed, Noire.]

At that same moment, a monstrous creature came out, with draconic features, but not an actual dragon. It had hooves, for one thing, making it more chimerical in nature. In front of the boy named Noire, was a Qilin of Chinese mythology.

"Rouge Qilin, spotted. Commencing the mission." Noire said to himself as he jumped high, managing to soar a great height that went above the creature before him, who only roared at him and swerved up at him to give chase, opening its jaws to eat him in one bite.

He merely raised his blade overhead and slashed down, his facial expression turning to that of battle-induced rage. His sword glowed in accordance to the words spewing from his mouth, two, spiritual forms of himself appearing beside him in the same pose as him. "ETHREAL STRIKE!"

With that, he brought his blade down alongside his doubles, the Qilin just about reaching him.

SLASH


(Time Skip: Underworld - ?)

A black teleportation circle activated in a clearing deep in one of the Underworld's forest, where the crest revealed itself to be a ram's head. It soon glowed bright as a body started to appear, revealing Noire, who was now carrying with him the head of the Qilin he had faced earlier back on Mt. Everest, his sword nowhere to be seen. Blood marred his clothes, but his expression was softer than what he had on before, a smile on his face as he walked forward until he reached a clearing.

There, a mansion stood, with flags that resembled the crest on his teleportation circle.

Smiling wider, he went up the door and pushed it open, finding a large staircase that led to the higher floors of the mansion, while multiple doors lined up its sides.

"I'm home!" Noire yelled, grinning as he heard the stomping of feet as he braced himself by planting his feet on the ground and discarding the head off to the side.

"NII-CHAN!"

"Oof!"

A silver blur bumped into him as he looked down, spotting a little girl with silver colored hair. Her hair reached until her back, wearing a grey hoodie made for her size, and white sneakers. The little girl was adorable as she looked up at him with her big, verdant eyes that sparkled in giddiness as she hugged his torso.

"Sheesh, even after spending this morning running around and playing games with Mika and Jeanne, you're still and an endless supply of energy." He sighed, but then picked her up and hugged her, getting the ten year old girl to giggle. "How was your day, Lily?"

"It was great, Nii-chan!" Lilian Nocturne, or Lily as she likes to be called, and sister of Noire Nocturne, smiled brightly. "Hey, hey! Did you bring me something, Nii-chan? Did you? Did you!?

"Now, now, Lilian. Let your brother have some time to rest before you bombard him with anything." A mature voice said, the two siblings turning to see their father and mother walking towards them. A younger girl walked beside them, smiling happily at her siblings, her hair a monochrome as it was a mix of black and white, while wearing a sundress. Her eyes were heterochromia, with the left being crimson, and the right being verdant. "He has just gotten home, after all. Noire must be tired."

The one who spoke, their mother, looked like a grown up version of Lilian, with a more curvaceous body that most women would die for, with E-cup breasts, thin waist, and wide hips. She has long, raven hair, the same color as Noire's own, but was braided, yet reached her derriere gracefully. Her clothes were that of a noblewoman's, made from fine, purple silk. Her eyes were the same as her daughter's, which were a beautiful pair of verdant. Her name was Evelynn Nocturne.

Next to her was her husband, a man who looked like a twenty-year old version of Noire, but with the same silver hair as Lilian. His eyes were a deep crimson, a sign that Noire inherited his eye color from him. His clothes were tailored to look like a cloak, yet at the same time, for noble events and the like. It was grey in color, with red highlights that accentuated it perfectly. His broad shoulders were defined by them clearly, showing that he most likely worked out regularly. This, was Vernon Lucifer, the Original Lucifer and only surviving member of the original Maou from back in the Great War.

Long story made short: He travelled around the world, leaving behind a wife that had been corrupted by power and a son that was, in his words, insane, still heeding the dragon's word, and eventually, after hundreds of years, found his beloved wife, and settled down in Devil territory, hiding in plain sight of his subjects as the rest of his new family took on his wife's name for better hiding.

"Another successful hunt, Noire. Well done." Vernon smiled, watching in amusement as his son rubbed his neck with a nervous smile. Looking down at his youngest child, he touched her shoulder, making her look at him. "What are you waiting for, Mika? Go ahead, greet your brother."

The seven year old Mika Nocturne smiled brightly and ran ahead, jumping into her brother's open arms with giddiness only a child could have. "Big Brother!"

"Ah, my sweet little Mika…" He tenderly held onto the little girl, who could only giggle in happiness as she melted into her brother's arms. "How are you, sweetie?"

"Great, now that my big brother is here…" She snuggled into him some more before jumping off his arms and standing with her sister, who grinned back at her before the two looked up at their older brother with wide, sparkling eyes. "So did you bring home something from us, Big Brother?"

"Yeah! Cough them up, Nii-chan!"

Noire could only sigh with a wry smile as rubbed his hair. "*sigh* What am I going to do with you girls?"

"You could always give them what they want, you know~?" A cheery voice said, as a blonde haired girl walked towards them. Her hair was long and framed her face, its length reaching all the way to her derriere, with bright, amethyst eyes that showed her joy at seeing him, something that made him blush and smile goofily at before he composed himself, ignoring his two sisters' mischievous looks, as well as his parents' knowing smiles. She wore a simple, sleeveless button-up shirt that strained at her DD-Cup breasts, with a purple necktie, along with a purple skirt, purple knee-socks, and brown shoes. All-in-all, a true Bishoujo. "Welcome home, Noire-kun~!"

"Y-Yeah, I'm home, Jeanne…" While his smile for his family was wide, it grew a bit more as he stared at the girl before him. Her name, as stated by Noire, is Jeanne. Jeanne Chevalier. A girl of exceptional beauty, and housing a very important role.

She is the inheritor of the soul of Jeanne d'Arc, also known as Joan of Arc, the Maiden of Orleans and hero of France during the Hundred Years War. Jeanne's attitude is similar to the maiden herself, a fact that his father kept commenting on, seeing as he, himself, had met the maiden a long time ago.

What she was doing in the clutches of a devil, shall be explained at another point in time. All that's needed for now, is that she is Noire's longtime friend, his childhood friend, if you will. Not only that, but she was currently the only member of his peerage, his Knight, which will also be explained later on.

"How did the hunt go, Noire-kun?" The girl asked, hiding her worries within a smile as she gazed at him.

Knowing how she really felt, a skill he picked up over the years, he gave her a comforting smile. "It went fine. The Qilin wasn't even that strong, so the only reason I took so long was because I needed to wait for it to come to me." He then pointed to the head behind him. "All I need to do now is head on over to Grauzauberer and hand this over to Mephistopheles-san for the payment."

"Ah, right." Vernon got their attention, making them all look to him. "I'll be taking care of that, Noire. Do not worry, I'll make sure you get the right amount of payment from Mephistopheles."

Raising a brow, he looked at his father with confusion. "Not that I mind, Father, but you usually let me handle the dealings when it comes with my bounties."

"Yes, but today, some people came by seeking you out." The smile on Vernon's face told him that whoever it was, it wasn't an enemy at the very least. Most likely a former acquaintance of his father. "They'll be waiting for you and Jeanne in the dining room."

More confusion appeared on Noire's features, and some confusion also settled in on Jeanne and his two younger siblings. If anything, only his mother looked like she knew about it, if her smile was anything to go by.

Though before he could ask for more information, his father ushered out his siblings and mother, taking them with him to Grauzauberer, if what he said was anything to go by. Without any other choice, he and Jeanne glanced towards each other before walking towards the dining room. But not before snapping his fingers to get rid of all the blood stains on his clothes. Magic is awesome like that.

"This is the first I've heard of this…" Noire muttered, stuffing his hands in his pockets as they walked. Looking to his friend and Knight, he decided to ask her. "What do you think this is about, Jeanne?"

"Honestly, I don't know either." Jeanne put on a thoughtful expression as she tried to remember anything that might help them out. "I actually just came back a bit earlier than you from my own contract, so this is the first I've heard of this as well."

'Ah, right, we both left for out contracts earlier.' Noire thought, before spotting the room they're supposed to go to. "Well, time to see who called for us."

Pushing the doors open, he came upon a sight that most would find to be strange.


"It hurts, it hurts, Gwafiya~!" A man with long, red hair and blue-green eyes cried out, his cheeks being pulled by a beauty of a maid with silver hair and steely red eyes, whose body was best comparable to his mother. "I'm sowwy~!"

This, was none other than Sirzechs Lucifer, formerly Gremory, and inheritor of his father, Vernon Lucifer's position as Maou. Also known as the Crimson Satan and known for his great power, Power of Destruction. He is also one of the Super-devils, which are said to be the strongest of the current age.

"Please remember your station, Sirzechs-sama." The maid, Grayfia Lucifuge, member of the Lucifuge family and known as the Silver-Haired Queen of Annihilation sighed as she pinched the cheek of the man beside her. "Talking about your younger sister in such a manner ins unacceptable behavior."

"Hehe~!" Another woman, this one bearing a child-like appearance due to wearing a magical girl's outfit, giggled. She has long black hair tied in twin-tails, as well as purple eyes. However, she stopped giggling when the silver-head glared at her next, feeling dread settling in her stomach.

"You as well, Serafall-sama."

"H-Hai…" The woman who squeaked was another well-known figure in the underworld, both as the new Maou Leviathan and as an actress in tokatsu show known as Maracle Levia-tan. She is Serafall Leviathan, formerly Sitri.

This sight that they came upon, Noire could do nothing but sweat-drop, while Jeanne giggled at it all. However, her giggling had caused the three to look in their direction.

"Ah, ano…" Noire coughed into his hand before looking at them with a nervous smile. "It's…nice to see all of you once more, Sirzechs-sama, Serafall-sama and Grayfia-sama." He and Jeanne then walked inside, closing the doors behind them as they do so. "You were the ones father wanted me to see, am I correct?"

Seeing the situation, Grayfia took it upon herself to let go and stand still as if nothing had happened, something that no one could agree with, as the memory was forever burned inside their minds, Noire thought. Rubbing his cheeks a bit, Sirzechs smiled at them and gestured for them to sit, the two doing so.

"It is great to see you both as well, Noire-kun, Jeanne-kun." Sirzech's voice, from the whiny version of it earlier, was now more regal, better fit for someone of his stature. 'Though I know how he really acts thanks to Rias…' Noire thought with a hidden smile. "Now, do you know why we asked for the two of you?"

"Unfortunately, my Father had not disclosed with me the reasons behind this meeting, Sirzechs-sama." A frown marred Noire's features as he tried to find out what it was about. "So forgive me if I seem…unknowledgeable on this matter."

"Actually, Nowa-kun~!" Noire flinched at the nickname Serafall had used on him, one that she had been using since he was but a child. "This is a personal favor from Sirzechy and I~! So call me Sera-tan like you used to, okay~?"

"While we're at it, drop the honorifics, Noire-kun. We are all friends here, after all." Sirzechs smiled. "You can call me 'Aniki' like you used too, as well. Actually, Aniki is preferable."

'No, no, you see, there are many problems with that, Sirzechs-sama… Your proposition as well, Serafall-sama…' Noire sweat-dropped at the quick change in the atmosphere, while Jeanne merely giggled at his issue, making his sweat-drop bigger. 'Not that it isn't unusual with Father's pupils…'

Indeed, Vernon had trained the two of them, along with the two other new Maous, from a young age as he saw potential in the four of them. It was a great honor to have been trained by their King, so it was only a wonder that they had gotten elected as the new Maous, despite the thoughts of a certain faction.

'Best not get into it too much for now, else I might get a headache.' Noire thought.

"Sirzechs-sama, Serafall-sama. That is not proper behavior for two Maou's such as yourselves." Grayfia's words sliced apart their atmosphere and brought the two down from their joy, leaving them nodding fearfully at what the silver haired maid could do. "Now, please continue on the conversation, for I fear that Noire-sama is still confused on why he and Jeanne-sama are here."

"Ah, yes." Sirzechs coughed, before his eyes narrowed, same with Serafall. Noticing this, Noire and Jeanne sat straight, knowing that the conversation became serious. "As you are well aware, my younger sister, Rias, as well as Serafall's younger sister, Sona, are currently studying in Kuoh Accademy in Japan."

"Yes, I was informed as such three years ago." Noire agreed, remembering Rias and Sona saying something about it before they went their separate ways, not seeing each other for the past three years.

"Then this is where our favor comes in, Nowa-kun." Despite the nickname, Serafall still held her serious expression, which is kind of a great achievement, thought Noire. "We want you and Jeanne-chan to transfer to Kuoh Academy as second years."

"W-What?" Jeanne stuttered out, shocked. Beside her, Noire had the same expression. "B-But Serafall-sama, Sirzechs-sama, why do we need to transfer there?"

"To be honest, this was in part a suggestion by Sensei, your father, Noire-kun." Sirzechs continued, further shocking the two as they glanced at each other. "He felt that you two needed to spend your youth as regular teens instead of your current lifestyle."

'Father did…?' Noire thougt, still unable to accept it, but Sirzechs next words made him snap out of it.

"But this is also a personal favor from us. Please, keep our little sisters safe." The Maou asked of them, staring them in the eye. "You two are the only ones we trust enough to be able to head there without suspicion."

"K-Keep them safe…?" Noire muttered. "From what, exactly?"

Sirzechs laced his fingers while leaning forward as his expression turned grave. "It has come to our attention that there are multiple Fallen Angel activities being done in Kuoh. As well as, while this isn't proven yet, but we have detected a certain…aura. One that resembles the White Dragon Emperor."

"White Dragon…" Noire muttered under his breath, feeling his partner stirring within his soul.

[Hou? Albion's host resides in that town?] The unmistakable voice of Xerath said through their mental connection, a hint of intrigue in the way he spoke. [If nothing else, that might be reason enough for you to go, Partner.]

'Not now, Xerath. My friends might be in danger.' He mentally scolded, focusing back on the conversation.

"Now, the aura isn't all that threatening, at the moment. In fact, it almost seems as if the current Vanishing Dragon is trying to hide themselves. From what, I do not know." Sirzechs continued, unknowing or perhaps not minding that Noire's attention went to his hand. "Still, it is alarming, to say the least. Usually, I would prefer to go there myself. However, I am not allowed to show any form of favoritism to any one devil due to my position, despite Rias being my family. Which is why I wish to send you and Jeanne over there for the time being."

'Not to mention, the time of Rias's meeting with her fiancé is approaching.' Was the unsaid words between them as Sirzechs communicated them with his eyes, getting Noire to understand another reason for him to send them there. 'She'll need you now more than ever.'

"With that said, we won't force you, Nowa-kun, Jeanne-chan." Serafall said with a smile, but even he could tell that she was actually hoping they would. "It's your choice on whether or not you want to go."

Noire and Jeanne looked towards each other, communicating with their eyes, before concluding their thoughts and giving a firm nod to each other.

"Sirzechs-sama, Serafall-sama, we humble accept this mission you have given us." Noire gave their shared reply, earning them a smile from the two Maous.

"Then, you shall be transferred there in three days." Sirzechs finished, still smiling. "Thank you, both of you."

And so begins their journey…


AN: Wrap it up! First chapter, get!

Honestly, while this chapter may be boring and a bit fast paced, I decided it would be best to go straight with it instead of mincing it bit by bit. The childhood stuff that I did with TGl will be happening here in the forms of flashbacks, but not as frequent, only when I find them to be important to do. And yes, like TGL, Noire's identity will be kept secret until his big reveal as the son of Lucifer.

Well, that's all for now, until next time, my friends! And don't forget to R&R


Noire's Peerage:

King: Noire Nocturne

Queen: Unknown

Bishops: Unknown, Unknown

Knights: Jeanne Chevalier, Unknown

Rooks: Unknown, Unknown

Pawns: All 8 unknown


Noire's Harem: Jeanne (Head Girl), Rias, Akeno, Koneko, Yumi(FemKiba), Sona, Tsubaki, Valian(FemVali), etc.