Darkness settled over the town of Kuoh, the residents sleeping or working late never knew the dark secret that lay beneath their feet. Covered over by years of growth, it would never have been found if a young boy hadn't died at the doors of the hidden chamber. The boy had only been around the age of six or seven when his life was cut short by the person that he had called his babysitter, the blood had covered the grooves in the floor and unleashed a power that had been sealed by the 72 Pillars of the Underworld millennia ago. The lad had only left his body for a moment, but the darker truth was that he had spoken with the Dragons of the Ancient Order, headed by Great Red the Dragon of the Apocalypse. The boy had only two options left, die or accept the fact that he was of the royal house of Draconis. That had happened years ago, but the boy was alive, hunting those who had ended his life, through the years of hunting and training, he became the feared warrior that wore the armor of the house of Draconis with pride and solemn reverence. The man of the Draconis was the entity that staked the evil and impure, ended those that were beyond the scope of help, and saved the innocent from the hands of the world that would have tainted that light.
The fresh scent of blood filled the air as the man ran, his clothing was of the church, a priest. Freed Sellzen may have been excommunicated, but he was an exorcist that had finished off the man that had tried to summon a devil via contract. But he wasn't running because he was finished, no, something had spooked him out of his already insane mind. Jumping on the roofs of buildings, Freed wondered if he was tempting fate by just being alive, the thought was cut off by the sound of wings flapping only meters behind him. He span around, his gun aiming at his pursuer before his blood ran cold. The figure was covered head to foot in silver-black armor, the helmet was in the shape of a dragon, metal teeth bared and glowing green orbs of liquid fire burned in the night. Massive black, leathery wings extended from the armored back, the arms of the wings were covered in the same silver-black armor plates that protected the figure. That was only the looks of the armor, the sound the thing made was even worse. Freed was petrified, the 'dragon knight' had made a sound that would have made the most powerful exorcist run for the hills in utter terror.
This monster was the thing he had heard about in the church before he was excommunicated, the nuns called it "The Holy Dragon" and "The Demon Knight from God", though Freed had laughed at that name. God and Demons didn't go together, but now he was eating his own words. The thing was a dragon in knights armor, that all he could think of before the insane exorcist priest lost his head, literally. "The Holy Dragon" landed next to the headless body of the rogue exorcist, blood pooling on the roof before it flowed down and onto the ground below. The armored dragon raised his sword before he spoke in ancient Latin, the blade of his sword glowed a dull white before the body and blood of the dead man burned in holy fire, the flames quickly removing any evidence and burning the insane man into nothing. The fire vanished when he sheathed his weapon, the man turned before leaping into the air. The hunt was over, the innocent that would have been hurt were now spared for now.
The 17 year old watched as the students of Kuoh Academy got out for the day, waiting for the one he was supposed to meet. If this lead was any good, then he would keep his informant paid and would continue using the services provided. The boy had untamed raven hair, bright emerald green fires for eyes and a smile that could make any woman fall for him, but he wasn't that needy. Feeling someone tap his shoulder, he found his informat smiling knowingly.
"Hello again, Azul." He greeted.
Azul Serizawa was a beautiful 16 year old girl, with hazel eyes and natural light blue hair, she had been his informant for 4 years now and she never had been wrong yet. She alway told him that her information could have changed since she got it and he accepted that as the side effect of being a spy/information broker, time was always against those in this business of cloak and dagger. The two had seen each other as siblings and it was to remain that way, he had no interest in having a relationship and Azul had had her fair share of 'dead-end' relationships as well.
"Nice to see you again, Harry. Could we get something to eat, I'm starving!" Azul asked, her face never losing her trademark smile.
"Sure, I got nothing but time on my hands until the next one appears." Harry replied before taking Azul's hand and walked towards the busy part of Kuoh.
Harry Potter looked like a normal teenager, but he was older than he looked. He remembered the day he died as clearly as though it were yesterday, the blood and laughter of his 'babysitter'. His death had been over a hundred years ago, back in 1916. The day also marked the birth of his new identity, Draconic Knight or the Knight of Dragons, he went by either name. Harry had started out as a monster ruled by his emotions, it took years of training and mind arts to become who he was now, but he always had his demons, ones that would always haunt him forever. His travels are the world had gained him a name and a purpose in his life and yet he was still shunned by those of the world that saw him as an evil creature from the pits of tartarus itself.
"I found her, the one that killed you years ago." Azul said softly in his ear, so no one could hear her.
"Where?" His voice was as quiet as hers, not even moving his mouth as his informant looked around carefully before answering.
"It took some time, but the one that 'babysat' you is not human, at least that's what my sources tell me. The woman's name is Raynare, part of the faction known as the Fallen Angels, as you should already know about the different factions. She has, as my sources tell me, her eyes set on a nun named Asia Argento, who has a sacred gear called [Twilight Healing]. This gear can heal all types of wounds and can heal devils, fallen angels, angels and the list goes on, but the gear is also the nun's soul so if Raynare gets the gear, Asia dies." Azul's business voice kicked in and practically handed Harry his next mission on a silver platter.
"Where and when?" Harry asked quickly, this was his one chance to end the woman who killed him.
"The abandoned church on the hill that's outside of Kuoh, Raynare has several enemies that will also make an appearance tonight, one of them is Issei Hyoudou. He was killed by Raynare and is the friend of Asia, the only friend that the nun has ever had, be careful because he was reincarnated as the only pawn in Rias Gremory's peerage." Azul finished before Harry handed her a small bag of money, her payment for the information and for staying his informat this long. The rest of the time the two spent together was talking like normal teenagers, like the information that was given had never happened.
Harry watched as Issei and his two companions defended themselves from the fallen angels and other assorted fighters, the boy had talent but had only learned the basics to fighting. His gear was Ddraigs' [Boost Gear], how the boy was worthy enough to wield such an honor was beyond Harry. Harry dropped down into the middle of the massive horde of enemies, his twin chain swords slashing and hacking as he attacked. He was the Draconic Knight, the dragon given purpose in a dark, bleak world, his weapons slashed in the moonlight as the chains they were attached to extended their reach as he spun. The cries of the fallen added to the cacophony of screams as the blades ignited in purple fire as Harry roared "BRISINGR!"
His foes fell to his blades and when the final enemy fell to the earth, Harry ended the magic that kept his swords burning before they vanished into nothingness. He turned to the stunned trio, noting the looks of the two men, the girl just looked at him with an emotionless face though her eyes gave away her shock.
"You here to save the nun known as Asia Argento?" Harry's voice was deep and commanding, with a hint of a hiss when he spoke the 's's.
"Yeah, why are you here?!" Issei yelled, his finger pointing at Harry, like he was accusing him of a great and terrible crime.
"The Fallen Angel that is called Raynare is my quarry, we have a history that is best left to be unsaid. Now, move it or we will not be able to save your friend in time." Harry barked, making the three look at Issei, who ran towards the door that lead to the basement.
The four got to the bottom and froze, Asia was hanging on a cross that was in the center of a ritual circle. Harry was at the nun's side in an instant, tearing the ropes off before creating a robe to cover the nun's state of undress. He handed the unconscious nun to Issei before he motioned them to get out of the church, he had a score to settle. Following them out of the basement, he watched as they left before turning to face the destroyed podium.
"I know you're here, Raynare, so stop hiding and step into the light." The Knight of House Draconis said coldly.
The woman that killed him stepped into the moonlight, she looked the same as ever. The only different was her clothing, barely anything was on her, all the more easy to cut the fallen angel.
"You lived, I'm so delighted to see that, Hadrian!" Raynare said in a sultry voice, the same one that had gotten him killed. "What a reunion this is! Though, I should have dressed more appropriately, it is the eve of the anniversary of your death after all."
Harry only gave the woman a cold glare before his tattered and worn cloak moved by itself and changed into his dragon wings, the armor growing around his wings. Raynare was staring at his wings with surprise and some jealousy, she had raven black angel wings. Harry grabbed his scabbard and unsheathed his sword, Durin's Bane, and pointed his elven/dwarven forged weapon at Raynare's chest. She only summoned a light spear before she attacked him, her spear extending into a long spear as she charged. The Knight blocked the energy weapon before he attacked, the sword glowed with the power of the Balrog King, a demon that was the result of an Ultimate class devil and a fire dragon's child gone savage and mad with power. The two foes charged back and forth, the spear wielder and the swords' master never getting the advantage over the other as clashed. The power that the two were putting into their attacks had brought the church down around them, but they ignored it for this was the one thing that mattered the most.
The Knight was a legend and he had the skills to prove that he was worthy of the name, his counterpart was a seductress and master of her craft, having ending his life with her craft. Her skill of the spear was unmatched anywhere in the world, the Knight was a master of the blade, magic and ancient powers lost to all. This battle would prove who was the better, as the other would die, for this was life and death. And yet, a chance to reconsider though as slim as it may be.
Ddraig watched as the two combatants fought, his partner, Issei, could only stare in shock at the scene below them. The entire peerage of Rias Gremory was watching this battle, Ddraig could tell by the look on their faces that this was the most viscous dance that fighting could give. Ddraig had seen many fights like this during his time sealed in the [Boost Gear], but it was between his partner and the White Dragon, Albion, mostly. This was a fight that shook the very ground beneath the pairs feet, yet they fought on, never stopping or giving the other time to catch their breath. But, this was a fight that would decide the fate of the Draconic Knight, the Welsh Dragon knew that if the boy failed then the world would be a darker place. He and Albion had agreed with the rest of the Dragons of the Ancient Order that Harry was meant to be the next Knight, the last Knight had been King Arthur Pendragon. Though Arthur lived only 80 to 90 years, Harry had surpassed the ancient king by age and the power he wielded was beyond astounding! Yet, all the old Red Welsh Dragon Emperor could do was watch the battle unfold below them, he had never prayed before but he was now.
The clashing of light spear and Elven/Dwarven forged sword was starting to slow down, Raynare and Harry were both exhausted at the power they had used. Durin's Bane felt like lead in his hands, they had been going at this for several hours and it wasn't clear who the winner was yet. Raynare was flushed and gasping for air as she parried and struck, trying to end this fight. The Draconic Knight block and swung, using the flat of the blade to sweep Raynare off her feet, sending her crashing to the cracked and broke earth. He was upon her in an instant, his blade burning bright against the woman's neck.
"Its over, Raynare...You've lost and now you will die." Harry wheezed slightly but wasn't gasping for air anymore.
"If I die then who will you face as your next foe? Ophis? Great Red? The Four Great Satans?" Raynare asked innocently, gulping slightly as she did so.
"Why would I face them? I was given my second chance at life by the Ancient Order of Dragons, the Four Great Satans maybe strong but it is wasted by sitting around and doing nothing! I however do have honor and since you have made so many people suffer, death would be a mercy." The Knight of House Draconis said, his helmet melted away to reveal his unruly hair and emerald green eyes. "No, I feel like death would be too quick for you, so..."
Raising his empty hand, Harry started chanting in a mixture of Latin, Greek, Egyptian, and Babylonian, a circle appeared underneath Raynare's body and glowed with with power. Everyone watching was stunned to see the circle vanish, only to have the fallen angel cry out in utter pain. She writhed beneath Harry, who was sweating in concentration to continue the chant then he stopped and dropped his hand.
"I, Hadrian 'Harry' Draconis, bind you, Raynare, to the house of Draconis as my servant until the end of time! So I say it, SO MOTE IT BE!" Harry declared before he promptly collapsed heavily to the earth, next to Raynare.