Outsider Chronicles: Winged Lightning

Gods, Angels, Demons and Dragons make for great storys. Well, so long as your not living it. Aw well, at least I can throw lightning bolts! Now if only I could get this bloody Dragon to shut up.

I know I said I'd do my DC/Dragonball idea, but I can't come up with any good ways to get the main character to Jump City. Any ideas would be appreciated! Anyway, for now I'm gonna work on this. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

There is a bloody good reason that you can't remember your time as a baby. Not only is it humiliating, but its also boring when all you can do is sit, shit and drool. Still, could be worse. I could be dead. Hi, my name is Luke Morgenstern and I am living proof that reincarnation exists. See, I died. How, I'm not sure, but one minute I was laying on my back as my last breath escaped me and the next I found myself swaddled in blankets being cooed at by an old lady. That was quite the jarring experience.

For my first four years, everything seemed normal (other than, you know, the whole reincarnation thing). My Dad was a scientist working for a relatively large research institute in LA, but still made a point to spend time with me as often as he could. Then, on my fourth birthday, I woke up to find black, downy feathers in my bed.

"What the...where did these come from?" I asked myself as I sat up.

As soon as I moved, I felt something was off. I slept on my back, yet somehow I felt like I had fallen asleep on my arm. I glanced over my shoulder, only to freeze at the sight of two, very small and ragged looking wings emerging from my shoulder blades. I'm not normally one to scream at unexpected things, but you try waking up with wings and not freak out!

Almost immediately, my Dad burst through the door, only to stop when he saw the wings.

"Huh, I was wondering if you'd get those," said Dad.

"Huh?" I asked having not expected that response, "You were expecting this?"

"Of course," said Dad.

He rolled his shoulders and a pair of black wings shot out of his shirt. I blinked.

"Dad, whats going on?" I asked.

Dad smiled and walked over to sit on my bed.

"Son, let me tell you a story," he said.

I listened wide eyed as Dad started to tell me a story that would be incredibly hard to believe if I didn't now have wings and the soul of someone much older than me. He told me about how just about every myth I had ever heard and read was true in one way or another. Gods, Monsters, Demons and Angels, all real. And apparently my Grandpa was one. A Fallen Angel to be precise, hence the black wings.

"So what now?" I asked, eyeing the lightning that was sparking around Dads fingers.

"Now we start training," said Dad, "You are the Grandson of one of the most powerful Fallen Angels around, not to mention the fact that your mother is who she is will only make life more difficult for you. You need to be strong if you want to survive."

"Why, who is she?" I asked, not sure if I actually wanted to know.

"Athena."

"WHAT!?"

It was shortly after that that I met my Grandpa, the Leader Class Fallen Angel, Baraciel, and the leader of the Fallen Angels and my Dads boss, Azazel. Yes, that Baraciel and Azazel. Apparently this world was very DXD if some of the things I'd overheard the adults discussing was anything to go by. Azazel seemed to be rather interested in me if the odd smile he wore when I shook his hand was anything to go by, but I have no idea why.

After the reveal of the Supernatural and Divine, Dad threw me into training with my abilities and more than a few different weapons, including various types of sword, spears, daggers and a bow. I am really glad that my Gifts from Athena included a talent with weapons or theres no way I'd have been able to keep everything straight. Combine that with my Nephilim body and I was already a formidable fighter with both a weapon in my hand or just with raw magic, despite being only seven. I don't care how strong the Monster is, a few thousand volts surging through them is as deadly as it would be to a Human, more so considering it was Holy Lighting.

"Why am I here again?" I asked, covering my nose with my hand at the horrible stench from the Cyclops we were hunting.

My dad had woken me up a few hours before and dragged me out of the house with no explanation. We weren't even in LA any more. In fact, if the Empire State Building was anything to go by, we were in New York. Ah, the joys of being able to teleport.

"Think of it as a pop quiz," said Dad, "Show me what you've learnt by taking those down without weapons."

"Fine," I grumbled, "See you in a moment."

"Good luck," said Dad as I spread my wings and took off.

I flew across the street and clambered in the broken window of the abandoned warehouse the Cyclops were using as a home, suppressing my presence as I did to keep the Monsters from sniffing me out. I folded my wings tight against my back as I crawled through the rafters until I was close enough to overhear the Monsters talking. There were three of the ugly bastards, hunched over the fire and seemed to be preparing a large pot for something. That didn't bode well. I scanned the floor and spotted three kids who looked a couple of years older than me tied up in the corner of the room. One was unconscious, while the other was glaring at the Monsters as she strained against her tight bonds. From this distance, I couldn't see any details, but that didn't matter. The importance of this test had just shot up.

The Cyclops had finally gotten the fire to the point they were happy with and were now bickering over how to cook their catch. They were arguing about whether they should roast them slowly, or mince them fine and boil, or just sit on them one by one and squash them into jelly. eventually the third one stepped forwards and cracked both over the head with the ladle in his hand.

"Shut it you two," he said, "We'll roast em, good an' proper. Marv'll be back soon with the last one and then we'll 'ave us a proper feast."

"Thats a great idea Bill," said one.

"Yeah, what Tom said," said another.

"Yeah, I am pretty smart, ain't I?" said Bill, "Right, Bert, you an' Tom get the salt, I'll get chopping."

I narrowed my eyes as Bill turned to the two trussed up Demigods. If there was one more running around, I'd prefer to wait and make sure he didn't sneak up on me, but that would mean someone would get diced. I stood on the beam and stepped off, allowing myself to fall a short distance, before I snapped my wings open and charged up a lightning bolt.

"I CALL DOWN THUNDER!" I roared, unleashing the thunderbolt the size of my torso straight into the eye of one of the Cyclops that had looked up at my shout.

The Holy Lightning tore straight through the Monster, blasting him to dust.

"BERT!" roared Bill, "I'LL KILL YOU FOR THAT!"

He charged me, his cleaver raised high. I scoffed at the stupid move and pointed two fingers at him, shooting a much thinner bolt straight into his chest. It didn't kill him, having much less power behind it than the last attack, but it did send him flying with a massive burn on his chest, twitching heavily from the charge flowing through him.

The third Cyclops snatched up a large chunk of wood and charged me, only for his makeshift weapon to explode as a lightning bolt slammed into it, followed by a thin beam of purple light that passed right through his heart and reduced him to dust.

"Oh wow, I can't believe that worked," I said as I shook out my hand, "Stings a bit to use though."

I twitched slightly as a shadow fell over me.

"GOT YOU!" roared the missing Cyclops as he appeared behind me with his fists clasped, ready to crush me with one blow.

"Oh yeah?" I said.

He swung his fists down, only to hit nothing but air as I swooped out of the way, leaving a few feathers floating in the air in front of him.

"Heh, boom."

The feathers glowed purple and exploded in the Cyclops face. He roared in pain, grabbing his burnt face, before a lightning bolt sent him flying back to join his comrade on the floor. I snapped my fingers and a massive bolt of lightning shot out of thin air and electrocuted the two Monsters.

"Hmm, maybe I got more from Grandad than I thought," I muttered as I watched the Monsters writhe in pain, "Then again, its not like they don't deserve it. Eh, might as well enjoy it."

I smirked and cranked up the voltage.

"You morons think that attacking Demigods is a good idea? Well let me show you what I think of that."

I spread my arms and wings as light gathered in front of me, forming into a purple lance with flames at both ends, forming a vague spear-head shape at one end and a tassel at the other. I grabbed the Light weapon and drew back my arm.

"Burn in hell," I said and threw the lance.

The spear slammed into one of the Cyclops and exploded, turning both remaining Cyclops into nothing more than ash shadows on the wall.

"Well, nice to see that's working," I said, before tilting my head to one side and allowing the spear someone had just thrown at me to embed itself in the ceiling.

I turned to see that the three trussed up Demigods had been freed by a fourth, slightly younger one. Two of them were still unconscious, but the last one, the oldest by the look of it, was stood in front of them with her spear and shield at the ready. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that the spear had magically returned to its mistress.

"Was that really the best idea considering I just saved your asses," I said, turning to face the Demigods.

As I did, I had to suppress the urge to slam my head into something as I recognized the girl;s spiky black hair and electric blue eyes, not to mention her spear and horrible looking shield. It was Thalia Grace, which meant that the others were Annabeth, Luke and Grover. I briefly entertained the idea of zapping Luke and be done with it, but considering that he was the one to actually beat Kronos, I decided not to.

"Who and what are you?" demanded Thalia, snapping me out of my musings.

"Names Luke," I said with a slight bow, "As for what I am, don't the wings give it away? At least in part."

Thalia narrowed her eyes.

"I've never heard of a Monster with black wings before," she said.

I twitched violently as lightning sparked around my hair in response to my irritation.

"Look Sparky, I just disintegrated three Monsters that smell like a dumpster after being dragged out of bed and across the country for a goddamn test devised by my ass of a Father. My fuse is a little short right now, so unless you fancy sucking 12000 volts I suggest you point that shield somewhere else!"

My power flared, surrounding me in a dark purple aura that was just as menacing as Thalia's Aegis. Thalia jerked back as Annabeth let out a startled yelp and hid behind a crate.

"Oops, sorry," I said reigning in my aura.

I was irritated, but I wasn't about to take it out on these guys. At that moment, Luke and Grover started to stir. The Satyr was the first to sit up and look around, his eyes quickly landing on me. At the sight of my wings, he let out a yelp of shock and scrabbled back.

"Grover, whats wrong?" asked Thalia.

"H-hes a ékptotos ángelos!" stuttered the Satyr, "W-whats he doing here?!"

"Saving your butts apparently," I said.

"Whats a Ekp...whatever?" asked Thalia.

"Its exactly what it sounds like," I said as I slowly touched down and folded my wings, "Fallen Angels, Angels who rebelled against the God of the Bible and were cast out of Heaven. Oh, and for the record, I'm only half Fallen."

"Wait, God exists?" asked Annabeth, looking surprised, "I thought it was only Greek stuff."

"Well, since I sparred against Sif the other day and my dads boss is Azazel, I'd say thats a big fat no," I said, "Norse, Greek, Egyptian, Judeo-Christian, Shinto, Buddhism, all real along with a ton of unaffiliated beasties. But since America is largely the Center of the West these days, its mostly just the Greek Monsters and Gods you'll meet. Azazel said that the native Mythicals are mostly living quietly among Humans and keeping their heads down."

Thalia and Annabeth looked confused while Grover was still whimpering.

"Oh calm down goat boy, I'm not gonna eat you," I said, before sighing as he jerked away, "Oh forget it."

I shook my head and glanced at my watch.

"Well, this has been fun, but I gotta go," I said, "Stay safe kids."

I spread my wings and took off, flying out of the window to where Dad was waiting.

"What kept you?" he asked, looking up from his laptop.

"Nothing," I said, "The Cyclops are dead. Can we go now?"

Dad closed his computer and stood.

"Yep, lets go home," he said.

Just before we teleported out, I glanced back at the warehouse where the three Demigods plus Grover were. I was sort of tempted to try and help them out, Annabeth was my sister after all, but something stayed my hand. I may be a Son of Athena, but right now, I was primarily a Nephilim and I still had a ton to learn about my powers. I'd probably see them again in the future anyway and that could wait.

And I'm gonna end this here. Before I go though, a few points.

First, while this does technically take place in the DXD world, its not going to be appearing for a while. I do plan for Luke to head over to Japan in the future, but that won't be for a while.

Morgenstern is german for Morning Star. I originally created this character for a Teen Titans idea and he was going to be the son of Lucifer, but thats changed. Now hes Baraciels grandson, which makes him Akenos nephew. That'll create friction in the future.

While Luke is quite powerful, the main reason he had such an easy time with the Cyclops is because they aren't very strong Monsters compared with some and he got the drop on them. Trying to use attacks like that against something like a Hellhound or Medusa would be pointless.

I wonder why Azazel is so interested in Luke? Could it be because of a certain Divine Item that will cause our hero plenty of headaches? Maybe! Until next time, please leave a review!