A/N: Hello readers, this story started off as a plot bunny that was born from reading High School DxD and a book I own on various mythologies ('Oxford Illustrated companion to World Mythology' if you're curious). This is the first story I have made that features an OC; I'd appreciate your opinion about him. Secondly, I'm guessing that you're probably wondering what the story will be like, I couldn't find a good genre to put it in; the story has drama, humour, action, and even – dare I say it – romance (Mock gasp of horror) much later on (And I really hope I don't f*** it up). Lastly, this story will contain blood, violence, coarse language, nudity, maybe even a lemon or two later on (If I can write one to a good and tasteful standards) and a number of dark themes; you have been warned. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own High School DxD.
Update: ret-conned the prologue, removed the bio.
Prologue: A clichéd setting.
'Dear Azazel,' the letter read. 'Enclosed with this letter is a profile made about a human male that one of Grigori's agents identified in the West. I believe that this requires your immediate attention. Yours; Kokabiel.'
In a shadowy room, with a beam of light illuminating only what he was holding, Azazel read the letter, one hand resting on his jaw thoughtfully, whilst sitting on an armchair. Enclosed with the letter was a file on a young human male by the name of Neil Ericson. He was about five foot ten; had grey-blue eyes and short, black hair that fell to his eyebrows, according to the photo. It seemed that he had an unknown Sacred Gear that – according to one of Grigori's agents in England – was dormant, but could potentially have sufficient potential to rival a Longinus. Furthermore, it seemed that the boy was involved in a recent criminal trial. Suffice to say that Azazel was curious. He turned to the one other Fallen Angel in the room.
"Shemhazai, instruct Kalawarner to keep an eye on this one." Azazel told his vice-governor. "But he is not to be harmed just yet. Have him move to Japan where we can keep a closer eye on him. This new Sacred Gear could be quite interesting… Too bad it's not in a pretty girl…" Shemhazai nodded silently and departed, leaving Azazel to relish the opportunity to study a new Sacred Gear and lament that the discovery wasn't in the possession of a busty, young woman, like the pervert that he was. But you can't have everything in life.
A/N: before you start asking me what Sacred Gear the protagonist has, I deliberately didn't reveal it this early on, as discovering its power is a part of the story. Finally, has anyone ever found themselves feeling nervous just before they upload a new story? Thought I'd ask.