Disclaimer: Highschool DxD is a cool works of Ichiei Ishibumi-Sensei and I do not own anything except this fanfiction that I created because I was looking for something to do. I don't need any payment in any form except reviews or favorite. Flames will be ignored and so on. Sorry if my grammar sucks, English is not my primary languages so please be gentle and point my mistakes. Other than that, please enjoy the story.
Chapter 0
Intro
The Awakening
Red...
That was the first color that entered the boy's eyes... Bloody red
Those crimson bloods which were painted on his house's wall, those crimson bloods that were trickling down from his father's stomach and his mother's neck, and those crimson bloods that run down from the swords that the hooded men held, He hated it all.
"Why...?" He weakly asked. His tear was slowly coming down his cheek. Falling down to his knees he slowly called his parents "Kaa-san...Tou-san..."
No answer
"Kaa-san, Tou-san! Kaa-san! Tou-san!" He was desperate. He was panicked. He was scared.
The seven years old boy kept calling to his parents. Deep down, he knew that his call would never be answered by his blood bathed parents, but he continued to scream those words from his mouth. Ignoring those strangers that stood before him, he kept on screaming.
Finally he stopped calling his parents. He looked up and saw one of the figures stood right in front of him.
The person before him was different than the other people in that room. His robe was more bloodied than the others. His posture was more straight than the others. The weird feeling that the boy would associated with death later, was thicker than the others.
The sword he held was jet black in color. Same as its wielder, it was more dangerous than the other sword in the room. The feeling of doom and death were oozing out from its blade.
The man looked down on him. Those black orbs filled with no life stared back at his light brown one. After a moment, the man started to speak.
"They are dead" His cold voice sent chills down his spine. Not only the meaning of his words, but also the way he spoke gave him dread. "I killed them"
They are dead.
He killed them.
"aaaaahhhAAAAAAHHHHHHHGGGGG!"He screamed
Those words, those facts gave him a feeling he never felt before. He felt sad. He felt resigned. He felt grieve. But more than anything, he felt hatred.
He wanted the man dead.
He wanted to watch him suffer.
He wanted to be the one who sent him to the depths of hell.
What should he do to fulfill these wish? He was only a child, barely reaching his teen. These men were older, stronger, more experienced, and the most important, harder to kill. What should he do to deliver punishment to these evil? What did he need?
'Ah, that's right' the boy thought. Gazing intently at the black sword the man held. 'The thing I need to accomplish it is...'
'Power'
That single word resonated deep inside his soul, waking up the entity chained down by the curse of the gods. Being awakened ten years earlier than how it should have been, the entity inside him shook with joy.
[You finally understand the most important thing] a deep voice echoed in his mind. The voice was loud and inhuman, but the only thing that matter to the boy right then was that the voice was filled with power. [So do you want it? My help? My guidance? My Strength?]
The answer was obvious. Asking such pointless things was only a waste of times. Without hesitation and second thought the boy answered with voice filled with resolution.
'Yes!'
[Then I'll give you my power, rejoice mortal!] He could feel it. Powers were slowly building up inside his body. Slowly, he began to stand on his feet once more.
He looked resolutely at his parents' murderer. He could see it, those people expressions. They looked shocked for a moment, wondering how a small child like him could make that kind of face after seeing his parents' dead body before they began to dismiss their initial confusion. He realized it his current power is not enough.
[Hoo... they are quite exceptional, aren't they? To not dropping their guards even against a kid like you. I thought we could take at least two of them down, but I guess not-]
'Power' The boy said to the being inside him 'Just give me power.'
[Oi, Oi boy!] He could feel the being inside him making an annoyed grunt [Giving you power is easy, but the consequences is pretty heavy for a boy like you, you know?]
'Don't care' The boy retorted instantly 'Help me for now, I'll think about consequences later'
The being snorted inside his mind. His thought were childish and selfish, the kind that you expected from a children of his age. But the weight behind his thoughts were as heavy as the being own determination back in his golden age.
[Fine...] The being gave in and made up its decision [Don't blame me if you die from this you brat!]
The boy nodded and closed his eye. He felt a pull from inside. His consciousness was being dragged down deeper and deeper into the bottom of his soul, until finally the pull stopped.
...
When he opened his eyes he realized that he was inside a pure white space. All around him were various round tables and chair of all sizes. Sitting on those chair were a lot of different people, men and women, old and young, but they shared one similarity to each other. Their faces were blank.
Their presence are weird and scary, the same as the guy with the black sword, but the boy don't care about such things. They were not important right now. The important thing right now is...
"Give me power, all of you."
Right after he said that, all of them stood and walked towards him. Their expression changed into feral grin and they began to be enveloped by a dark aura.
'This is it' the boy thought.
...
The men who stood before him knew that something has changed. The boy aura was rising back then. It was small change and easy to missed, but the boy aura started to change. They felt chill down their spine. At that moment they understood. Their role was already over.
The boy opened his eyes and looked at them with such intense hatred. And then he began to chant.
[I, who is about to awaken…]
Various voices were coming from the boy. Men and Women, Old and Young, Deep and High. Those voices sang with inhuman melody and insane harmony.
[Am the Heavenly dragon that has stolen the principles of domination from God….]
Dark aura started to come out from the boy's body. Slowly they began to turn solid and turn into dark tendrils. It stabbed the boy's body repeatedly painting its surface red. The tendrils enveloped the boy skin, turning into a draconic but grotesque looking armor. The boy began to look less human and more monster by the second.
[I laugh at the "infinite", and I grieve at the "dream"….]
His armor started to change. The hand turned into a sharp claw and forced him to use his four limbs to support his body. Giant red wing come out from his back, when it spread the wings easily reach the span of 2 meters. Green jewels started to surface from his armor and began to generate more power for its owner.
[I shall become the Red Dragon of Domination…]
Finally the tendrils started to reach his head. They enveloped him, creating a hard helm decorated with wicked looking horns. Not stopping there, the tendrils found way to his mouth and started to change it. Creating jaws filled with fang sharper than swords that could easily rip anything apart.
That appearance was a dragon itself.
And then, from all the jewels in its body, a mixed scream like voice of the old, the young, man, and woman was emitted.
"It has finally started" The man with the black swords whispered and readied his blade. "The intro for the apocalypse..."
[And I shall sink you to the depths of crimson purgatory!]
Readying their selves the hooded men launch various attacks to the draconic being. Physical, Magical, Mixed properties, they all bounced off from the red armor without leaving so much as a dent on the armor.
Finally the being released a roar that shook the heaven, earth and the underworld.
[Juggernaut Drive!]
That night the history changed its course and began to write a new story. A new story filled with new encounters, new allies and new enemies. A story with the current Sekiryutei who gained access to the dark power of Juggernaut Drive at the tender age of 7.
The story of Hyoudo Issei, the Red Emperor of the Church.
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Author notes:
Sorry if it's too short... This is my first work.
I know some of you might be pissed off because of the last sentences... But no worries, Issei won't become a full time exorcist like Xenovia or Irina. He will be stronger than his canon counterpart and he will make some good alliances with several people. There will be some OC. 2 of them will be a constant presence in the story. Will they be overpowered? They will only be as strong as Vali Team members (minus that Fenrir) so keep calm and keep reading.
Please review, PM or email me and tell me what is lacking in my story.
Thank you for reading and bye-bye. (:D)
Toraemon Signing off!