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December 17, 1997

[Night]

"Damn, where is it? I swear the place is just around here somewhere," muttered a young man.

The man, appearing to be around 17 years of age, was wandering around a small town in North Russia. He was wearing a long, black trenchant, a silver scarf, black boots, and thick gloves. He was about 5 ft, 9 in, in height. His face was pale, due to the coldness of the weather, his lower face being covered by the scarf he wore. In his arms was a big bundle of blankets, the cause of his problems and of the situation he was in now.

"Ugh. It should be around here somewhere. Damn snow, can't see a fucking thing! Good thing this brat is still asleep," the man stated. He wandered the abandoned streets like a blind man, barely seeing what was in front of him. Still, he kept on walking, looking for the orphanage to leave his son, so that he can continue on with his personal life. He wasn't ready to be a dad and saw the kid as more of a hindrance. The weather around kept getting worse, colder and colder. It wasn't such a good idea to do this before a snow storm, but it had to be done.

After what seemed like an eternity, the man finally reached the orphanage. It was the strangest looking building out of all the others surrounding it. A dark blue color, now pale and graying in certain areas. The windows, some cracked and broken,others missing and replaced with wood panels or metal bars.

"Is this the right place? Seems abandoned and condemned. Might as well knock or something," the man stated. He walked faster towards the orphanage, reaching the porch. Nervous, the man starts to knock on the door. After a few minutes, the man starts to get agitated. "No one seems to be answering. Well, what now? Damn."

Giving up, the man sighs and starts to walk away. He makes it few feet before hearing a loud creak and a dim light coming from the building. The man turns around and sees a middle aged woman standing at the door.

"Hello? My name is Ezira. How may I help you?", the woman asked. She was was wearing a long, yellowing apron, covering a dress that used to be a light green color.

"Um, is the local orphange?", the man questioned, walking towards the door.

"Yes, of course," Ezira replied with a smile. As the man got closer, he noticed her facial features more clearly, such as the the yellow, decaying teeth, the terrible breath making him think something died, and a deep scar running from her left check to her ear. "Are you here to drop of the child?", pointing the peaceful bundle in his arms.

"Yes, but I have a few...questions about the place."

"Like what?", she asked, still smiling, the light not making it appear better or less creepier.

"Well is the place and staff alright? The place is in a shitty condition and, I'm sorry for saying this, but you don't look very...hygienic."

"We are a little low in funds, so no possible repairs for now. As for me, I am actually volunteering for this, even though I'm poor. Something about...helping...kids makes me feel happier," she stated.

"Uh huh. Well, this thing wasn't supposed to happen. I had a bad night and my girlfriend wanted to cheer me up, then this happened. I still want to have a life and so does she. We're not ready, so we might as well get rid of it."

Ezira stared at him for a few moments, thinking about what he said and how he was referring to the small bundle being held in his arms. "Well, based on what you just said, why so concerned about his well being? Why ask all these questions?"

The man was now pissed. It was the coldest night he has ever experienced and still getting colder, tired, and now this woman was questioning what he was doing. Who does she think she is? "Look, this kid is still my son and I to be safe. Anything else that me and my girl do doesn't concern you, so please shut the FUCK UP!", the man yelled.

"Ha. Fine. Do whatever you want, I'll take in the kid. What's his name and how old is he?"

"Finally. His name is Viktor and he's around 5 months old," the man said, feeling calmer. He handed Viktor over to Ezira, feeling a ton of weight being lifted off his shoulders when he released Viktor and saw him being held by Ezira. He did feel a twinge of guilt at realizing that what he was doing would change his life and Viktor's life forever.

"Well, looks like this is goodbye. Hopefully your happy with you decision." Ezira was holding Viktor in one arm and was about to close the door.

"Wait!"

"What do you want?", Ezira asked, tired.

"It's just that I want to apologize for what I said earlier. I'm just tired and freezing from the snowstorm. If my son asks, tell him I'm sorry. We weren't ready and I didn't mean what I said. Tell him my name is Luca. I moved here recently. Maybe, I can see him later on?", Luca asked.

"I'll tell him. As for seeing him, we might move on due to the orphange being in this sorry state. It's cheaper than renovating."

"Okay. Goodbye, my son." With that, Luca turned around and ran down the street. Ezira stared at his retreating form until he disappeared into the dark, cold night. With that, she brought Viktor inside and closed the door.

"Well young one, looks like this is the start of a hard life for you. Hopefully you will be able to be one of the best of the P-HDAS," Ezira said while looking at the sleeping Viktor in her arms. She walked down the dark hallway and went up the stairs, creaking noises being made with each step. She proceeded to walk down the hall to they hire door on the right. Inside was was once a colorful child's room, now dark and empty, save for an old looking crib, rotten bookshelf, and a teddy bear with matted fur and red stains. Ezira carefully placed Viktor in the crib, tucking him in.

"Sleep well young one. Tomorrow will be an important day for you," Ezira said with a smile. She then left the room, carefully closing the door so the noise won't disturb Viktor.


It was around 9:45 am. The sun was out, though the outside was still incredibly cold. Ezira was in a small kitchen, just finishing up eating after feeding Viktor some milk she found in the fridge. Even if it was bad, it wouldn't matter as it would might be probably be the tastiest thing he'll have in a long time, even though the poor child didn't know it.

Ezira, meanwhile, was waiting for the leader of the base near here to show up. "So Viktor, are you well?", she asked the child. He just stared at her with curious, hazel eyes.

"Ha. I'll take that as good. Are you prepared to be a hero?" Viktor just continued to stare at her,but this time with a smile. "Ha ha ha! What joy! It's as if you understand me! I know you'll be smart. The real question is if you'll be able to last long enough and give it your all," Ezira said with a sad smile.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Oh! They're here! C'mon Viktor. Time to introduce you to your future mentor." She picked up Viktor from the small chair he was sitting on and went to answer the door. There stood a tall, around 6 ft, 4 in, and imposing man. He had light blond hair, admission over if the lighting was just right. His right eye was a dark and murky green color while the other side of his face was covered in bandages. He wore a military outfit, though it wasn't recognizable as being a part of a known group.

"Sir Baumgartner, you're here," Ezira said, nervous. The man before her was known for being absolutely ruthless, so no mercy to anyone. If you so wished, he could kill the entire town, not regret, and just say he did it because those creatures were found here.

"I'm here to see your progress and pick up the child you mentioned last night. Is this him?", Baumgartner asked as he pointed towards Viktor, who was hiding in the blanket Ezira was holding.

"Yes sir. The research I did shows that he is of mixed blood, being Russian and Swedish. His parents both come from families of above average people, more so in the intellectual area," Ezira reported.

"Good, good. Any others?"

"No sir. This is a small area though. Not many people just leave kids at orphanages. Especially ones looking like this. The father almost didn't leave him here thanks to that. My outfit didn't help either," she replied.

"Don't worry. You're coming back to base with us. Someone smart like you can teach him some history. You can take your disguise off now, by the way," Baumgartner said in a monotone voice.

"Okay. Here's the child, so you can mark him." She handed Viktor to Baumgartner, starting to rip the parts off her face off. Instead of blood, smooth, soft skin was shown. Soon Ezira appeared as her true age, a young 24 year old. She had a flawless face, attractive to anyone looking. Her eyes also shone as a vibrant blue color. Her blond hair, which was dirty and unkempt, also changed. The wig she wore was removed, revealing light brown hair. Her teeth were now white, though some mints and a good washing would still be needed.

Once her disguise was removed she went over to where Baumgartner stood, near his jeep, next to a strange box. He grabbed Viktor's left arm and inserted it in a while in the box. Baumgartner motioned to Ezira to activate the machine. She pressed a few button that we're in the side and waited for the low buzzing sound to occur. When she heard it, she pressed down on the top of the box, causing Viktor to start screeching in pain. After, they removed his arm to see a tattoo burned on the inside of his wrist, not yet legible due to it being fresh.

"Get in the jeep. Were going back to base." With a nod, Ezira stored the weird tattoo machine, took Viktor from Baumgartner, and got in the jeep. They then left the small town, no one knowing what had happened to Viktor.


After driving for almost 3 hours, they finally arrived at the base. It was in what used to be a torture prison, located in the middle of a forest with dead trees. They drove past the gates and stopped in front of the main building. The doors were built of titanium, durable and soundproof. Baumgartner and Ezira, holding onto Viktor, got out the car.

"Ezira, hand me Viktor and open the doors." She complied and set Viktor in Baumgartners' arms before going up to the sturdy doors. "Viktor, this is your new home. Everyone inside can't wait to say hello," he says as Ezira opened the doors. Once open, the only thing seen was a door on both side, a dark hallway leading deeper into the building, and blood. Lots and lots of blood, new and dried, staining the once beige walls and ceiling. And the smell was almost unbearable, a mixture of the blood with human waste and decaying tissue. The only thing able to be heard was screaming. Screaming of pain, of torture, of death.

"Viktor-No, Subject 319-B, welcome. Please, let's go inside."

Baumgartner returns Viktor to Ezira and they both walk forward into the building. Once inside, a man in a soliders uniform wearing a gas mask and black surgeons gloves, both covered with blood, walks up to them. Without saying anything, he motions towards the bundle in Ezira's arms in a questioning manner. "Will you please take Subject 319-B to his cell. We'll start the indoctrination after performing the health tests along with the others. Ezira, go to the offices for your next job. I have to go attend a meeting." With that, Baumgartner left the solider and Ezira alone.

"Here. Careful not to hurt him to much. He might have more potential than the others. We don't want a repetition of last time," Ezira said as she handed Viktor to the solider. She took one last look at Viktor and proceeded to walk towards the offices. When she left, Viktor started to cry. The solider looked at the crying bundle in his arms. Seeing a weakling crying has always angered the solider. With a quick and precise strike to the right ear, he managed to stop Viktor from crying by stunning him. He had used a hood amount of strength into the blow, which was shown from the amount of blood starting to trickle out of Viktor's ear. Once he made sure the kid wouldn't cry again, the solider started to walk down the hallway.


"HELP! SOMEONE HELP!"

"MY ARM! IT BURNS!"

"MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!"

Those were some of the more tame shouts coming from the various cells in the building. Others were in too much pain from the testing being performed on their bodies for them to shout. Others had lost all hope and sanity, only thing coming from those cells were terrified whispers, begging for something to kill them painlessly. The lucky ones were the ones in the quiet cells, seeing as how they were noted dead. Their bodies were mutilated beyond recognition, body parts, intestines, and blood covering every inch of the small-sized cell. Even though the bodies were left their to decay, everyone there could all agree that they were the lucky ones.

After a few minutes, the solider finally arrived to an empty cell. Viktor, at this point, had regained consciousness and was starting to cry again from the injury on ear. The solider, once again angered by the crying of the infant, started to shake Viktor forcefully. "Shut the FUCK UP YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT!" He then threw Viktor into the cell and slammed it shut, not caring that the infant had hit the wall and was knocked out again or that the once gray cement walls were once again covered in blood. The solider walked away in anger, already looking forward to the testing being done on Subject 718-A. He loved his job.


AN Notes: Hello! This is my first story and I decided to do it on High School DxD. Kind of nervous and after a lot of debating, decided to write a fic. My OC does have a new gear, though there are various restrictions even if it's classified as a Longinus. This is a harem and he's replacing Issei. For now, the first chapters will be his what happens to him before meeting Rias and crew. Please leave a review so that I can now any mistakes I made and if you're enjoying the story so far. Thanks and see you next time.