A young man in his late teens got off from the packed train and casually walked down the stairs of the platform with a slight smile on his face.
He was in such a good mood that even the terrible smell which the teen suspected to be human urine, that which constantly traveled in to his nose, didn't really do much to dampen his spirits.
He was a male around 5'11 in height, and had dark short wavy green practically black hair. It was slightly longer than chin length and can reflect any sort of light shined on it giving it a shiny appearance.
His skin was very slightly tanned which signifies him being non-native to Japan the land of the rising sun.
His dark gray eyes that seem to belong to a transcendent being, as if it contains the ability of looking down at a far higher perspective that mere humans simply can't even begin to comprehend. His face was androgynous and carried some feminine features, giving him an overall innocent look.
In the terms based upon the Japanese language and its people have coined, he would be considered a Bishōnen.
His attire consisted of a simple but form-fitting black long sleeve button up shirt with aged silver buttons, a silver x-shaped cross with multiple curved grooves the size of around an adult male's palm and a red diamond shaped jewel at the very center as a necklace with each end that flares out like a sword guard, white skinny jeans and navy blue engineer boots with double straps. His body was slim but fit, powerful and fast honed to fight beings of all kinds imaginable.
That's simply a part of the world that's hidden from regular humans, while they are a race filled with immense potential that even surprised the biblical god Yahweh, is still as a whole a rather fragile race.
The man that is obviously the main character wasn't a human, he was a reincarnated devil that managed to become a high-class after 3 years of servitude to his king who gave him his new name Akira Furin. It was similar enough to his old name but wouldn't be out of place in Japan.
The former king Jezebel Solomon, whom he once served was someone the boy simply cannot stand despite her attractiveness.
Boobs weren't supposed to be larger than one's head, rather than seduction it made him feel grossed out and caused him to look at the woman as if they're deformed into hideous creatures.
Akira understood Devils were meant seduce and influence humans at their whim but they seriously need to learn how to make proper body proportions, bigger doesn't necessarily mean better. Regular sized breasts alongside the curvature/slimness of the waist was what truly defined a woman in his eyes and perhaps the ankle and thigh if there's high heeled shoes involved.
It didn't help the fact she was also kind of a bitch that expected complete obedience. There were times the boy even considered slapping the condescending tone out of her mouth but decided against it in his own conscious. Some guy on the internet with the username IseOppai17 recently made a post that went viral about breast and harems which got him to read the ridiculous page out of sheer curiosity. He didn't have a clue what screws the guy had loose nor did he even care, but if the teen ever meets the poster face to face than he'll probably punch on sheer principle.
His links on the page were nothing but porn sites with half of them being Imouto hentai. It took a lot of explanation to his Aunt like figure, when she walked in Without Knocking! Akira never understood why parents do stuff like that, imagine how pissed they would be when you walk in on them as they thought it was private.
Returning to his previous trail of thought, the benefit of being a high-class devil is the privilege of forming a peerage of many people consisting to the amount of chess pieces. Akira had finally replaced all his Evil pieces with the more rarer Mutation variety, which also happened to have a far greater value than the standard ones.
Despite being a relatively new high class devil that was barely 3 months in, he was powerful enough to threaten… negotiated for his own benefit.
Rather, he was an irregular existence that other devils simply have poor compatibility with.
He also posess the ability to discern people with talent from the common folk… and when paired up with the luck of a Devil and the power drawing ability of a dragon, he had already used up one of his knight and bishop pieces.
Reaching the last steps of the stairs and setting the soles of his feet on the ground … light grey side walk with slight hairline cracks to be more precise.
The young man basked at the scenery around him. The bright blue sky and the light of the sun was a bit irritating on his skin as usual but it wasn't a new sensation to him or any other devil or vampire. It was a good nostalgic feeling to him after spending the majority of his time in the underworld's unnatural purple sky.
There were some garbage delinquent teenagers smoking and drinking at the alley probably thinking how slick and cool they are, men in cheap lower quality suits walking fast practically screaming in to his smart phone and had the other hand making violent movements indicating how riled up he truly was. He despised people like that, believing in a mere illusion of whatever paltry strength they acquired.
Even the sidewalk something usually insignificant looked much cleaner than he had imagined, no darkened gum, animal fecal matter or litter within his general direction. It was different compared to the streets of New York City he once visited last summer with his old peerage.
The one thing that remained constant no matter where he traveled, be it the human or underworld is the amount of corner stores every few yards. Trees with vivid green leaves providing shade every so often gave his skin an opportunity to relax a bit which was most definitely appreciated along with the slight gust of wind blowing gently at his face and upper body.
Akira relished the far cleaner and fresher air and took out his phone from his pocket and turned on the GPS function. It was time to accomplish what he originally came to this island nation for.
He really didn't want to stay here any longer than he needed to, he probably, may be, most definitely sticks out like a sore thumb.
The green haired teen crushed his phone after it shut down due to lack of energy. The shattered glass screen hit the gray concrete with a dink noise while the plastic snapped like a twig and melted down the side of his palm due to the heat and pressure.
"Shit, Piece of shit phone, what the flying fuck do I do now?" He sighed after realizing that he needed to buy a new phone. "Note to self, stop playing Pokémon Go."
He kicked a piece of rock and looked around to see if there was anyone nearby to give him directions, Kuoh Academy shouldn't be too far away according to the GPS even though they aren't the most accurate usually a street distance worth of lag.
Unfortunately, there seems to be no one on the street anywhere besides the restaurant nearby. Akira Furin decided that he might as well since he was a bit hungry as well. A drink, a meal along with there being actual people in there for directions… seems like a no brainer for the teen. Opening the door, which caused the annoying wind chimes to cling together and made him scowl slightly.
That in turn made the waitress to flinch and turned her head away while putting up her hands in a universal surrendering gesture.
He immediately felt bad and returned his scowl into a more neutral slightly apologetic face. "Sorry didn't mean to startle you miss, I simply despise wind chimes and wish whoever invented them to be violently struck down."
That caused the timid girl to… not be so timid anymore. "What kind a fool gets irritated by mere sounds." She retorted.
She was someone so beautiful that it scarcely felt real. It was not the unnatural perfectly molded and sculpted like a Homunculus or Vampire but seemed too pure and wondrous type of beauty that invoked something more than primal base desires when compared to the Devils and Fallen Angels.
Her wavy blonde hair that reached slightly passed her waist, her crystal like blue eyes that gave off a depth of color deeper than the sea, her pale unblemished perfect skin that shined in the rays of the radiant sun. Her breasts were perfect in his opinion, the size was just right.
They were large but at the very least didn't look like freaking watermelons stuffed in a bra.
Her waist was a nice hour glass type figure which fitted her simple yet stylish sun dress and straw hat and white 5 petal flower attached to her head. What truly caught his attention was the gold Christian cross resting on her ample bosoms, the cleavage that her dress simply didn't cover.
"My eyes are up here you know." She said annoyed.
"Again sorry, but you're a very attractive woman my sharp-tongued angel." He rubbed his neck with his right arm awkwardly.
He took a seat at the nearest table next to the window and that prompted the blonde to sit down as well. "Well I am an Angel." She replied.
Akira blinked. "I'm sorry I think I misheard what you just said."
"I said I am an angel, Gabriel's direct subordinate in fact."
"O-oh, I… d-didn't meant it literally when I said that." Akira said stuttering slightly. "Soooo, are you going to take my order or no-?"
"I'm not a waitress you stupid child of Man turned Devil." The angel interrupted with a look of indignation.
"Hey take that back you, Angelic bitch!" Akira glared at her.
"O-oh my god, I-I'm so so sorry I didn't mean anything by it, I just came to tell you something really important like life and death type of important!" She cried out.
It seems like she gets scared quite easily despite being a powerful practically unrivaled angel that could probably erase him a mere devil out of existence with her light. "Geez what an asshole." A delinquent teen with brown hair reaching the base of his neck muttered while readjusting his black beanie with a metal plate at the center of the ridge for decoration.
"More like a piece a shit bro." His friend in a red vest replied, picking up some ramen with his wooden chopsticks.
"O-oppai." A trio of students cutting school whispered amongst each other.
"…What do you mean by that." Akira said genuinely confused.
"I came using my own personal free time to warn you about Camael's rage against you." "
What? Why would he be angry at me?"
"Besides being a sinful devil or the fact you causing his miracle child Rubia Ortlinde Elstein Kazehaya Itsuka also known as the Scarlet Valkyrie to fall?"
"But she agreed to become my bishop!" Akira defended himself.
She simply closed her eyes and shook her head, though a slight pink coloration was slowly manifesting on her cheeks. "He thinks you seduced and v-violated her with your devilish sinful desires."
"Oh shit, not that I don't appreciate the heads up but why are you helping me?"
"It's natural for me to worry about people I've met before."
"I don't remember meeting you before though."
"Angels don't need meet people face to face… where do you think the term 'guardian angel' comes from?"
"…Fair enough, I'm just going to go now, got things to do uh… miss, uh angel?" Akira stood up and glanced at the door.
"It's Bath Kol, the daughter of the voice."
"Well see ya later Kol, and by the way I like showers better."
Upon that he just pushed the glass door and ran out. The noise once again made Akira scowl slightly.
Bath Kol one of the strongest angels ever created by god just sat here petrified for a good 30 seconds… before she screamed in sheer rage scaring everyone in the immediate vicinity.
The devil felt a chill travel down his back and wisely decided to speed up.
He also realized he didn't eat anything when he was talking to Kol.
Akira found it rather strange that she actually appeared and talked to him a demon, he was also rather confused why she told him her cleaning preference.
"Does she have any idea about my heritage?" Akira thought worried.
Even before the teen became a devil, his birth was a blasphemous existence to the Biblical god and his followers.
He was almost certain she would've decapitated him with her light spear.
Camael holding a bit of a grudge against him was troubling issue, no matter how strong Akira thought he was, he wasn't arrogant enough to try his luck against an Maou class opponent.
Hopefully Rubia could clear up some misunderstandings and dissolve the problem for him.
"Shit Where the fuck is Kuoh Academy?!" The teen screamed out in frustration.
"Kuoh is at 3 streets down and make a right can't miss the giant ass building bro." A random teen said while walking with his dog.
"Oh thanks, phone ran outta juice, seeya."
And thus, the story of Akira Furin has finally reached a new chapter.
And credit for the character of Bath Kol goes to Crimson Dragon Emperor, thnx if you are reading this. And post ideas for future plot events OC's and powers/sacred gears. This is the first time writing a fic with dxd type of tone and I'm not quite sure if I did a good job so plz no flames. And harems for Akira shouldn't be within Issei's immediate girls like Rias's peerage unless you have a good reason to back it up. Girls like Kunou or any other caracter that fell in love cuz he saved them or something is fair game though.
