Hello, world!

Got a Highschool DxD story for yall. Just had an idea of doing a Greek harem for a new boyo. Don't worry, family Ties will still have a chapter up by this weekend. I just wanted to get this chapter out on my page before I went stir crazy be just sitting on the idea.

It'll be a harem of course. Just not a whole lot of canon character will be a part of it. With what I've got planned the poor man will have enough goddesses to worry about other than the girls from the canon.

This will have not official Greek mythology, just adapted stuff like Typhos being sealed in a sacred gear instead of you know dying. Or having Hercules being a little stir crazy.

Also, let me know if I should do something similar like this for Egyptian, Norse and maybe even Slavic pantheons. It might be a little story series of Issei hooking up with different goddesses from different pantheons. Just food for thought.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it!


Greek mythology is an important part of our history. Anybody should know about how Zeus beat his father with the help of his siblings. Everyone should know about Jason, Hercules and even Perseus. These were heroes of the Greek pantheon and great heroes have great legends. Great legends that throughout time have stuck with us.

Today, a new legend was born. In the form of a small boy named Issei. Or Ise for short. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. Before we can learn about the legend that is Issei, we must first know the legend of the greatest beast in all of Greece. He was the first dragon. He was the first monster. He was the father to all that is terrible and destructive in our world.

He, is Typhos.

Long long ago. In the early days of the Greek pantheon. Gaia, the goddess of earth. Had a son. This son was Typhos. He can be depicted as many things. A serpent, a dragon, a great four-legged beast. It didn't matter what you believed Typhos looked like. Because Typhos would always take shape of your greatest fear.

When Zeus had beaten the Titans in the great war he had awoken a slumbering Typhos. He decided to just ignore the gods and titans and continued to slumber. Some historians considered this to be the first strike against Zeus.

Soon enough, Zeus and his siblings killed and imprisoned the Titans. However, Zeus had decided to imprison the titans in Typhos' home. Enraged, the great beast awoke and roared the most atrocious roar ever heard by the pantheon of Greece. The roar had blown Zeus all the way to Mount Olympus. Typhos was so enraged by Zeus he had challenged the new king of Greece for his throne.

Their battle had lasted a century. Typhos had almost won, if not for his own mother's betrayal who gave Zeus his signature lightning bolts. Zeus used his newfound weapons to defeat Typhos in such a matter that nothing remained of his body. Only his very soul. Deciding it not be enough, Zeus used all of his might to keep Typhos trapped in a gauntlet for all eternity. The gauntlet was known as the monstrous gear and was trapped in the darkest dungeon in Greece. The dungeon was so deep and dark not even Apollo with the power of the sun could light his way through the dungeon. Some had tried to reach Typhos, the fools believed they could control his power.

Typhos, however, was still conscious while in the monstrous gear. He had roared in silence only those who had ever touched the gear itself heard the enraged cries of the father of all monsters. They had gone mad by just the slightest touch of the gear. The men who tried to control the awesome power that is Typhos went completely crazy.

For many years, Typhos roared in silence. For many centuries his cries went unheard. But one day. Hercules, the greatest hero in all of Greece had finally completed all of his twelve trials. His power was that equal of the gods themselves. However, his greed only grew more and more. His lust for power drove the hero completely mad. He went on a killing spree of all those who wished to face him.

Iolus, the great Greek hero's nephew. Caught word of the monstrous gear. He had heard that for those ever worthy of wielding the gear, they could wield the power of Typhos himself. Wanting to impress his uncle, Iolus told Hercules of the monstrous gear.

In his lust for power, Hercules sent himself immediately towards the prison of Typhos. Zeus quickly caught word of his son's journey to gain his rival's power. He feared that his son would soon overpower him and take Mount Olympus for himself. In a fit of rage and fear, Zeus took the Monstrous gear from its prison and flung it towards the ocean.

Posideon used his power of the sea to send it to an uninhabited island of the coast of Asia. For nearly ten years, Hercules searched the dungeon in hopes to find the ultimate power. Power to overpower the entire Greek pantheon by himself. For ten years Hercules searched high in low, in complete darkness for the monstrous gear. Only to find nothing but an empty pedestal.

Finding his way back, Hercules confronted his father in his rage, he accused his father of taking what was rightfully his. He cursed Zeus for taking the monstrous gear from him. He cursed Zeus telling him he would search for eternity for the power of his father's rival. Even if he had to kill the ones he loved.

Hercules threw away his title of hero and went on an indefinite search for the monstrous gear. Some say you can still see Hercules search the earth, the seas, and the very stars themselves for his prize of the monstrous gear.

Zeus in sadness sealed away the Pantheon and Mount Olympus for many centuries. The many mythical creatures and demigods were sealed away with them. To create almost a second earth of only those seen as myths to the human eye.

This continued for many years. Until one day, the pantheon convinced the king of the Olympians to let the walk among them. To expand their borders to the other pantheons in hopes of a mighty alliance. An alliance strong enough to hold themselves against whoever may wield the monstrous gear. Be it Hercules or an another.

Agreeing, Zeus let forth his pantheon to the world in secret. To create the mightiest force ever seen in all of the worlds, from any pantheon. Zeus grew confident with his army and soon, the Greek pantheon lived a life of peace and prosperity.

No entered and no one left Mount Olympus. Nothing new entered their borders for many years. Others than those of the alliance. Soon, the gods grew bored of their thrones. But that boredom wouldn't last long…

Not long at all…

/-\

You may be wondering what came of the monstrous gear when Posiden pushed it to the island. For many years Typhos stayed on the shore of the island. Until one day, he sensed someone. Or something that was worthy of wielding his power. He used all of his remaining power to control the monstrous gear to infuse himself with whatever was worthy of wielding his powers. He did not know, however. That the one mighty enough to wield him was a baby.

His name was Issei. A small boy born exactly at the very second of the turn of the second millennium. On January first of the year two thousand BC. Issei was born into the world. Unknowing of the mighty power within him.

{"Muhaha! Hello, my host! You have been granted my immeasurable power by the father of all evil Beasts Typhos!"} Typhos spoke to the barely even one-minute old boy. Typhos' response to in his words 'meancing' entrance was a bunch of incoherent babbles.

{"You are my first host!? The one who can wield the most powerful of all Greek myths!? How can a mere baby hold the power to wield me!?"} Enraged, Typhos continues to rant curses to the Olympians in ancient Greek.

Using the baby boy's eyes like his own, Typhos sees a white room with multiple people with masks and mysterious bright white lights. {"What sorcery is this?"} He questions to himself. His answers were more babbles from the baby boy. Who started to clap in laughter. Finding the very god of monsters absolutely hilarious.

On the outside, in the hospital room. Issei looked to be doing what every child would do. But in Issei's mind, Typhos was screaming. He went from one prison to another. And this one seemed to be worse than the monstrous gear. {"It will be years before you can even understand the words I speak. Oh, Zeus how am I going to survive being in a baby for five years?"} Typhos wanted nothing more than at least a strong host. And he got an innocent baby boy. He thought about molding him like a ball of clay into the perfect warrior. To gain his revenge on Zeus.

Wanting to plan some more, Typhos went into a deep five-year sleep. At least enough to have Issei be coherent to a giant monster in his head. Typhos snickered at the thought of Issei having a nightmare of whatever ghoulish creature his mind would imagine Typhos as. Maybe a giant spider? A demonic dragon? A vampire that has come to suck his blood? The possibilities were endless.

Typhos also began to strategize how to mold Issei. Would he have the child run away to train? To not only hone his mind and body. But the magic of the ancient Greeks? Issei was like a blank sheet of paper that Typhos was willing to draw a weapon. Little did Typhos know that Issei wouldn't just any weapon. Under Typhos' tutelage, he would become the ultimate weapon.

/Five years later\

Issei was raised normally as a boy. His chocolate brown hair was the same color as his mothers and fathers. However, they could never figure out something. It was his eyes. The Hyoudous, Issei's family name, all had brown eyes. But Issei's were a deep emerald green. No relative on either side of Issei's family ever had green eyes. The doctors say it was a mutation and that Issei was the first in his family to ever have green eyes.

Issei was currently walking home with his best friend Irina. The girl had light orange hair in two twin tails and oddly enough, she had purple eyes. Irina's family, unlike Issei's, did have natural purple eyes which some would say were very exotic.

It was currently spring of their first year in Kindergarten. The trees were blooming in the most elegant manner. And the chill left the small children of Issei's hometown of Kuoh to keep their coats on. The two friends were talking about video games and trading cards on their way back home. On the sidewalk, they skipped, ran and jumped all the way home.

"I'm telling you! My level one hundred Charizard could destroy your measly Venusaur any and every day!" Irina pouted. Her cheeks puffed out in a childlike manner which made Issei stick out his tongue.

"Nuh uh! Venusaur has frenzy plant that would destroy your Charizard. I'll show you! Come on let's go to my home! Huh?" Issei was going past his house. A simple bland two-story building which practically screamed 'Suburban family'. He had pushed open the gate to his home. Thinking nothing of the fact that it was unlocked. Which it usually isn't. What caught Issei's attention, however, was the fact that the front door was currently inside the house. Blown off of its hinges. It was down the hallway, somehow the wood bent around what seemed to be a massive fist-shaped dent.

Issei looked absolutely terrified. "I-Irina, I think you should go home… Can you get your dad or something? I think something happened…" Issei looked to his best friend who quickly nodded and ran home. It was a couple block away from Issei's house. With his curiosity getting the better of him, Issei tip-toed into his house. It was completely silent. Not a sound in the entire home. Which was strange, because both his mother and father had their days off and would at least say a 'Welcome home'.

Issei continued to tip-toe throughout the home. The silence of his usually warm house had fear creep into Issei's heart. The house itself looked like a tornado had gone through it twice over. The couches and chairs were flipped over. Vases and plants were shattered on the ground. His cabinets were torn from the walls. Whoever had broken into the five-year-olds home was looking for something. And he was strong. Dents along the wall seemed to say the man whoever he was, was enraged.

Oddly enough, Issei's room was left completely untouched. His room was on the second floor. His parent's room was down the hall. When Issei set his backpack on the bed silently he turned to his door. However, Issei left the door closed when he entered his room. When he turned from his bed to the door. A man stood there.

The man was a beast. At least seven feet tall, if not more. He looked like a bodybuilder times a hundred in muscle mass. His muscles were literally bulging from his body. Multiple veins were nearly pooping from his body. His neck was broader than Issei's entire torso. That didn't scare Issei though. What did scare him was the man's skin. It was almost grey in color. It looked like it had slowly been decaying over a century. His eyes were glowing red with rage and anger. Issei didn't even realize but he had fallen on his butt in fear.

The man took one giant step forward. Not even a foot away from Issei's toes. The man leaned down onto one knee. "So it's you." His voice rumbled the house itself. It left the poor boy quaking in fear. "For centuries I searched for my prize and I find it here in a small feeble boy. Not even a challenge for my final trial." The man rushed his hand for the boy's neck at such speed if it made an impact it would have crushed his throat.

Issei squeaked in horror and ducked underneath the mass of muscle. He ran towards his parent's room. "Help! Mom! Dad!" Issei Screamed. Unfortunately, it fell on deaf ears. Or to be more accurate. Dead ears.

Issei burst through his parent's room. The walls were white, with a tan ceiling and carpeted floor. The bed king sized bed was an odd red that stuck out from the rest of the white room. Thunderous footsteps were heard. Slowly but surely the dark-skinned man would soon claim Issei's life. Issei quickly jumped onto his parent's bed. Trying to shake the two bodies that were staying eerily silent.

Taking a closer look, Issei saw dark purple bruises around both of the two adults' necks. It was as if the man had choked them with only one hand. Their eyes stayed open and unmoving as their chests never rose. Issei gasped in horror and jumped off the bed. Running backward until he hit the legs of the man.

The man grabbed Issei with one hand by the throat. "Pathetic…" He sighed. Reeling his arm back, about to punch the already choking boy to death. "And to think I spent centuries searching for a battle to find no battle at all."

Issei let out one final screech of defiance to whoever this man- no monster was. The monster merely chuckled. As his fist was sent soaring to the five-year-olds face. Only to hit a shield of green energy. {"Hercules…"} A voice said. To Issei, he nearly pissed his pants at the voice of what seemed to be another monster.

Hercules however. Widened his eyes in shock and terror. A smile crept along his face. Typhos would finally accept him as his one and only host. {"You dare touch my host!? What kind of hero are you!? You killed the poor boy's parents for Zeus sake! You seem quite mistaken if you believe someone like you deserves my power. you are sorely mistaken."}

The shield quickly expanded and pushed the disgraced hero through the far wall. {"Run child! He will surely kill you if you do not run!"} The voice echoed in Issei's mind who quickly nodded.

"W-Who are you?" He screamed aloud to which the voice sighed.

{"Run first. Questions later child. But I am the one saving your life, now do as I say and RUN!"} Issei put both hands on his head at the volume that the god of monsters used inside the five-year-olds head. Issei looked around to find a window that would lead out to the street {"Jump! I shall protect you!"} Issei decided to trust the voice in his head that was trying to save him from that monster. Taking a few steps back he ran towards the window. Putting both arms in an 'X' fashion he ran through the window and towards the ground.

Issei hurtled towards the street below him. Closing his eyes. He prayed for the voice to somehow to save him. But by closing his eyes he missed a large green circle appears with what looked to be a green dragon in the center. With runes surrounding the circle Issei lePhiladelphiapt through it without even noticing.

This was the last time would ever see Issei for many years. As the five-year-old never even touched the street below him…

Hercules rushed through the window after him. He smashed his feet on the ground, making a crater in the earth. He looked left, then right. He grunted and sniffed the air. He ran towards a direction in the west. Creating craters in his wake. He would have his prize. The ultimate power. Even if it cost him his life.

Howling as a wild animal Hercules charged for his final trial. To kill Issei Hyodou and take the monstrous gear for himself. He shall soon surpass the throne on Olympus and destroy his father and all the weakling gods with him.

/Two weeks later\

*Sniff* "Why am I alone Ty-san?" (sounds like tea-san) Issei was held up in a cave off the Greek coast on the mythical island Ischia. Where Typhos was buried. He wanted to train Issei in a familiar place without interruptions. The five-year-old had already built some muscle mass and was able to summon the monstrous gear.

The gear itself was terrifying. An aqua green gauntlet with sharp knuckles and fingertips were followed by a yellow orb that heald part of Typhos' power. Swirling metal that looked like tentacles ran up the gauntlets arm to make it seem like the entire gear was some sick squid. Yellow spikes run up the sides of the gauntlet that are razor sharp to the touch.

But right now, Issei had been crying for the day. He had a nightmare about his parent's lifeless bodies. Typhos himself had to explain to the young child what death was and how his parents were gone for good. Typhos himself heald sympathy towards the child, he had been a father as well. Well, he still was a father but never a really good one. But to see a child alone was one of the worst gut feelings Typhos had ever felt.

{"Go to bed child, we will continue for some while until you are ready for the world around you. And Greece is the least of your problems, other than Hercules I believe you may find some allies sooner than later."} Typhos said, trying to keep the hopes up of the small child before him. When he was crying, it was the fear of being alone.

'Really!?' He thought to Typhos. It was more of an inward scream than a thought, however. If Typhos had ears to cover he would have done so. Issei had developed Monophobia in the past two weeks of being on Ischia. He always felt alone, without being able to see Typhos who was his only company, only brought more fear.

Even as he slept Issei was afraid. As Typhos takes form as someone's greatest fear, which Issei's was being alone, Issei saw nothing. Nothing except an empty white expanse. Issei had dreamt of the expanse and trained with the voice of Typhos for the past week in magic while he trained his physical body during the day.

As Issei dreamed, he trained in the art of illusions and enchantments. Such as making Issei look like a massive dragon or enclosing someone in an invisible box that would continue to shrink until they were completely crushed into nothingness. Typhos also had to teach Issei in the basics of reading in math and the sciences. With Typhos only knowing how to actually how to read and write ancient Greek, he accidentally taught Issei a whole new language.

As the weeks went on, Issei continued to grow stronger. After another three weeks of physical and magical training, Issei unlocked the first of many powers of the monstrous gear. That being the ability to obtain the powers of Typos' children. The first indication of this was on the fifth week of his training. Issei had suddenly fainted. Instead of Typhos calling out to him, a new voice spoke. ("Well I'll be damned. He actually got a host.") The voice spoke. It was almost smooth in its tone but it was definitely female.

'W-Who are you?' Issei called into his own mind space.

("I am the Lernaean Hydra! The greatest of Typhos' children! I hold the power of ultimate regeneration and the ability to dissolve all those who dare oppose me!") The beast screamed in pride. In Issei's mindscape, he saw a large purple beast with many heads and razor-sharp teeth. One of the many heads leaned down. Issei guessed it being the most powerful one. (It is good to meet you, young master. I hope you use my powers well. For now, I must speak to my father about all that has happened while I slept. I shall see you in the morning, good night young master.") And with that, the creature broke his connection with his new master and let the poor child rest.

The next day, when Issei awoke he was greeted by two voices {HAHA! I knew you could do it Issei! You summoned the first of my many children! And to think it was Hydra! I'll have to train you twice as hard to master his powers and my own!"} Issei gulped at the fear of him having to train with whatever the Hydra's power held.

("Do not fret young master, we will be with you every step of the way. And by the way, you're training, I do believe that you shall summon more of Typhos' great power.") The hydra added. Making Issei slump back in his cave in relief. He wondered how his control of the Hydra's power will increase his strength. Sighing in aspiration he couldn't wait for more of Typhos' power.

/-\

It was another few months on Ischia, Issei's birthday had come and gone. He was now six-years-old and worked harder than ever in his small life. His only birthday present came from the Hydra. It came in the form of his weapon, the Lernaean Flail. It was a dastardly purple iron weapon. With a ball and chain with wicked spikes at the end. The chains were intentionally weak. Because just like the creature it was named after, whenever a ball and chain broke, two more took its place. And after a months worth of hard training, he had amassed nine balls and chains in total.

The wicked weapon could increase the chainlink's length at will. It was also enhanced by Typhos who enchanted it with a spell making sure the weapon would never flail around and hit the one who was wielding it. ("You've been doing a great job so far young master. By the end of the year, I believe you can unlock one of my sibling's powers, but only if you train hard enough!") The hydra spoke. To Issei, she was like the aunt that he never had. She was calm and collected and taught Issei how to properly treat a woman. Even though she was a beast herself.

Issei thanked the beast and continued to wail on a boulder. Over the past year, he had shrunk the boulder to half its size with the flail. The nine spiked balls did heavy damage to those that weren't made of solid stone so it was pretty effective.

During the night, the Hydra would teach Issei her magic, they are acidic based spells from poison breath to shooting acid from his fingertips, the young hero had become incredibly masterful of the art. The only downside of obtaining the Hydra's power was having his blood transform into a powerful acid. The first week Issei had obtained the Hydra's it had felt like his blood was burning him from the inside.

That was because it literally was. And let Issei tell you. Having your blood turn into acid hurts a lot. More than you would think. Issei grimaced at the thought of that week. From burning tears to scrunching up in his cave and holding out the pain.

And with the blood finally passing, his pain tolerance skyrocketed, the six-year-old could probably pull out his teeth without flinching because of the pain that is his blood. And as Issei grew in strength in acidic magic, his illusions place fear into your mind, even if they wanted to conquer their fears they could never break free from his mind imprisonments.

Typhos watched through Issei's eyes as his ultimate weapon grew in strength. He could surpass most high-class devils at the age of six. SIX! Issei surpassed Typhos' expectations by a long shot, and if he was this strong now, who knew what the future for Issei heald.


Done and doner! A finished chapter, this'll have random updates, whenever I have the free time from Family Ties I usually be writing this. It's pretty fun to try and think of what kinds of girls Issei could get.

And hoo boy do I have a list of people. If it's taken up more than a large post-it note filled with names that you know it might be going a little overboard.

Anyway, we get some backstory on Typhos, Issei and Hercules. The Hydra shows up with her acid breath and stuff. The flail was an Idea of a friend of mines. While I was DMing a D&D campaign he suggested that I make a flail with weak chains to double when they break.

So thank you, Jerry, the priest! Your name will forever be on the internet!

But until next time!

-Nate