Hello everyone! I'm starting to get why, a lot of people write a lot of unfinished fics.

You sit there write your own fic, and BOOM by a sudden inspiration you start thinking 'How cool it would be to write something like that'. Then that thought of that story, or premisse, won't leave you alone, until you start writing it.

Anyway, let's start it. Even if it's a different name, the SI/OC is still the same from the same circumstance, just like in my FF7 and DBZ SI story.


Road to Recovery

Chapter 1: Prolouge


Dying differs from person to person. Some die peacefully, while others not so much.

We can easily be pulled way before our time. The reason also is unique for everyone.

It can be caused by a lot of things. Too many to count in fact. But mine was because of one thing.

Greed.

Not my greed. But someone else's. But I haven't even introduced myself. My name is Blaise Barko. Seventeen year old, Born in Hungary. You know, one of the biggest crybaby's on the planet? Because ever since, we lost the 1st world war, (With the exception of the 1956, revolution.) all we do is cry about our problems, and we are too lazy to do anything.

At least that's how I perceived it, but I'm getting off topic here. I can get trailed off easily while I'm trying to explain things. On second thought, I'll get back to the greed part, after I tell you some things about me.

I was, still am a weak kid. I was bullied for other than 'being weak'. I never had any real friends. Only the fake ones. The people who use you either as a scapegoat, or they just want to kick you down emotionally. There were some people who tolerated me though. They weren't friends, but was somewhat decent, and while never really engaged conversation with them, because they never really wanted anything to do with me. At least they were honest about it.

My parents always taught me, to be kind, because selfless people are a dying breed. And while I'm ain't a saint, and did let people emotionally abuse me,(fake friends) there was a thing or two that kept me going. A comforting thing which I was glad to have.

Compassion. Sympathy

You have no idea how many times I tried to feel, what others felt those who had worse than me. I counted my blessings everyday. Because even with all these negative things that I mentioned, I always knew.

There will always be someone who had it worse.

After a time, I became a 'shut in'. I haven't made up a bullshit cold personality. I still interacted with people normally, and friendly, but I stopped opening to others.

About my family. My mother was a redhead, smart and had dignity. She scolded me when it was necessary, and cared deeply about me. My father was also very similar to her. He however felt bad that because of circumstance, he couldn't give me the same things, as he did with my siblings. I had four siblings. Two older brother's and two older sisters. Two from my father's branch, and two from my mother's branch. The latter lived with me with my mom and dad, the former became asshole's and after a scuffle, basicly ceased to exist in my eyes.

My sister was always with me, and often helped with my schoolwork. My brother was a similar shut in like me, so in my short life, I interacted with him the most.

Back to topic. My father borrowed money from the wrong people. He really wanted me to give the sight he gave to my siblings.

Our demise, wasn't his fault. It was that bastard mob bosses fault!

One day, I came back from school, get into the house, and several guys got the jump one me and was knocked out. When I woke up, I was restrained, with the rest of my family in what looked like an empty warehouse.

The boss of the goons, were there, with a pipe in his hands. Sneering all the way.

My dad, wanted to repay back the debt, for the deadline he still had 2 months. But greed, is what killed us. His greed.

We weren't the only ones who owed him money. But the fortune wheel, pointed at us, to make an example of. I won't get into details.

He beated my father to death. We begged him to stop, to show mercy, but he had none of it.

My brother went next. Then me. Crying from agony, sadness, and hate. I never knew what he did to my sister after I died.

I was in a white room. With many doors. A male with a blank face, who was absolutely white, approached me. He told me something about multiple existences and alternative universes, but I wasn't listening. I was still trying to process the torture, the pain, I just suffered. My thoughts were interrupted, when I started to fall.


I woke up in an unfamiliar room. I was in a bed, and had a desktop with a computer next to it, with wardrobe and everything. I was confused. I looked around and there was a note.

After I read it, I didn't knew what to do. I completely broke down, and started crying. Why you may ask? Because I was thrown into a completely different world, without my consent.

First off: I couldn't meet my parents and brother, because they already moved on into another life.

Second: I was in the DxD universe. I got bank card, papers. I was going to attend to Kuoh academy next semester, which is April. I got about a week or so to prepare for canon.

According to it I'm a transfer student from Hungary, apparently whoever dropped me here knew I hate lying. So they made it as true as possible. I have to fill the holes.

Third: I have some sort of sacred gear. A partner too.

I poured all of it out quietly in the room. The experience was still fresh, my mourning and pain was too. I just couldn't hold it back, when I still had tears to shed.


After an hour of crying, I calmed down a little and started to explore the house I was in. It was a ground floor only house, but it was big. It had 3 bedroom, excluding the room I woke up from, and two bathrooms.. The kitchen had everything it needed, oven, filled fridge. A large dining table enough for a large family. The living room, and kitchen was actually shared. On one side it was the kitchen and the other was the living room.

After I explored I returned to the room, and before I haven't noticed the other things in my new room. On the desk was my phone, which I mostly used to tune out the world around me, and my black headphone. I checked it and everything was on it, from music to… that picture.

I quickly put it down, not wanting to have another crying fest. I looked to the right of it, and there was something what I could call a red colored stone. The note next to it said: " Crush it, in the Familiar forest, to get your own."

Well, at least I don't have to go through all that shit, in order get myself a familiar. I wonder what it's going to be like. I checked a calendar on the wall and apparently, a full-moon is going to be in two days. Wonderful.

I looked at my black wristwatch, it was very close to evening, so I decided to take a shower, and change into my nightwear which consisted of a black T-shirt, and blue shorts.

I decided to do check somethings on the internet. And honestly, I feel like an idiot.

Because as it stands, the DxD universe and mine has a lot in common. 90% of pop culture, meme's, artists and people exist in this universe as in my own. I shouldn't have cringed when I read fanfictions where the characters often talked about other mangas and films.

After I surfed the internet and went into bed. I was expecting to have a nightmare, or being unable to sleep.


I don't know when did I fell asleep, But when I woke up, I wasn't in the house.

I was in an endless wasteland with blue sky. Before I even had the chance to say what the fuck, I heard a voice from behind me. It was definitely male, it was deep, but unmistakably human.

...Until I turned around. The figure was sitting in an armchair, arms folded. He wore demon like spiky armor top-to bottom. The only thing which didn't really covered anything were around the eyes. All I saw was pitch black, until he opened his eyes up. His whole eyes were in crimson red colors. (AN: I absolutely suck at describing appearances, so basically it's like the Daedric Armor from Skyrim, but there are some extra glow around the chest and gauntlets.)

"I apologize for speaking to you only now, but I wanted to give you a little time to process things." His voice was calm and sincere but I had I couldn't help but be tense. Because he… How even-

"-Is he here?" he finished my thoughts with some amusement evident both from his voice. And from the look on his eyes.

"Well, how much do you know about me?" He inquired. "After all, you were the one who had visions about me."

"Visions?" I asked confusedly. Then for some reason he had a sad look in his eyes.

"Oh...I forgot you you were completely out of it that time." he looked into my eyes.

"The Creators are the ones who manage the afterlife they are God's servant so to speak. He gifted human's visions from other existences, disguised as inspiration. Yours as you already know is well, my 'existence' so to speak. Sometimes not everyone gets the whole vision of events. That's what is called discovery-writing. The universe always expands, because of the alternative timelines, and so does the existence barrier, because every existence has its own set of universal law. Some are stronger, some are weaker." He explained. "With how you only toyed with the idea, of writing your own set of visions, but never really did, that may be the reason why you're…" He gave a sad sigh. "Cautious of me. So please, tell me how much exactly did you see of 'his' adventure."

To be honest, I don't know how the hell am I still sane. I always kept an open mind about things, but honestly, even this is was much to me. Apparently, my own fantasy even if it only existed as an idea, already existed in a separate 'existence.' I drew deep breath, and started to explain things. Although he really wasn't the sentimental type. "I'd rather start everything from the beginning. To check if I know everything correctly." I proposed. He nodded in acknowledgement.

"You're race is called Curatrix. You're dimension is heavily linked to Earth. Your people have usually, from pitch black, to grey skin color, and like to wear armors. Your kind is usually peaceful, but can manipulate certain elements, or sub elements, and has color scheme to distinguish. Fire is red, lighting is blue, green is for wind, yellow for ground, and white for ice. Only on sub element comes to mind and that are petals, which is violet colored.

Once humans started to populate the earth, their negative emotions started to fester in your homeworld, and a large part of it were covered in darkness. Making a lot of your kind either mindless drones, or absolutely corrupted. It became a never ending war, and as a final ditch effort, they made a portal and magic to seal off the negative emotions from within the human world. However when you get there, you can't simply exist without a host. When you arrived all that remained of you temporarily are your weapons. And when someone touches it you have to fight him, on equal grounds and defeat them to possess someone.

After all of you regrouped, you performed the ritual, but it turned out it demanded two of the same blood to be dropped at the heart of darkness to work." My tone turned sad. "There were only 4 person with similar blood from different family. Katarnystia the female Blueshock, Vinella the Petals Queen." I looked directly at him with a somber expression. "The other two siblings were you Abegal of the Phoenix Flame, and your older sister Sheyka The Firefly.

You would have gladly taken sacrificed yourself for your world, but neither you four wanted to sacrifice each other. A choice was made for you, and everyone picked you two for to be sacrificial lamb. So they opened up the portal, and beated you two into it. You were able to take the darkness, but you're sister begged you to kill her, because she was already started to get corrupted from the negative emotions." I took a shaky breath. I knew how personal was this for him. "The darkness did affect you little bit but not much, you swore revenge against the two sisters, since they were the ones who ultimately decided who goes to the heart of it.

By sheer willpower you fought through every corrupted and drone and made it out. You were a genius and was the strongest fighter from your squad. You made an one way portal back to the human world, and arrived in the 21st century. Which was around 2000 years for the earth, and 5-10 years for you. In order to keep the connection severed, everyone had to go into deep slumber. You decided to search for the two that made you lose her." I finished his part. He had blank face all the way, and prompted me to continue. I took another deep breath.

"This was when Kovacs Daniels came in. A human naive boy, who a lot of people wronged, but never really had the strength to stand up for himself. He was selfless, and kind. For his 18th birthday, he was going climb a mountain in Budapest, with her younger sister Linda, when an earthquake split the mountain in half. Her sister was about to fall, but he took her place and fell in her place. When he woke up, he saw a blue sword. And an entity in black blue armor fought him. After he defeated her, she was confused why she didn't killed her. It was Katarnystia. He got some basic answers out of her, like what was she, why did she attack him, her general dislike for humans, and that he was basically a throat slice away from getting her power.

To her surprise he asked what would she had done had she killed him. She answered to find her sister. He offered to help her find her, after all he had sister too. The formed a symbiotic relationship. She decided to possess his wristwatch instead.

After a while, sometimes Corrupted managed to sneak into the human dimension and had fight a few of them. Since now he had power, he also gained confidence to help people out with problems too. After a time, while following, a trail of her sister whereabouts, they had an argument which hit too close to home, for Daniels, and it was ended with him slamming his watch back in his hotel, and going to cool off. Before he severed the connection with her she quickly sniffed into his memories and realised what an asshole she was. While waiting for him to get back to apologise to him. However someone was stalking him for quite sometime and watched his exploits. Seeing this opportunity he decided to steal the watch to have all of her power for his own. He managed to enslave her, and bend her to his will.

Eventually he came back, and quickly tracked down the guy who broke into his room.

He confronted him which ended with Kovacs almost being killed, If not for what little consciousness she still had to be able to tone down her hosts strength, and how a small portion of her power from the repeated usage of it became a part of him.

You're former teammate Snow Master of Ice, patched him up, and told him the reason why he won't help him save her. He told him he doesn't need to help him, to help rescue her, but asked if he could make him a sword or something. Since by this time the thief could use her armor, he came up with the plan, to severe his arm in which he has her. Snow reluctantly made him a standard sword for him.

In the second fight he won only because he underestimated Kovacs. After severing his arm. He put his wristwatch, back on, and collapsed, but she possessed him, and dragged his body back to the hotel. She then in his mindscape apologised for everything and from that point on they had feelings for each other.

They found her sister, possessing, Kovacs sister. Her mind was damaged, because she was experimented by the USA and went on rampage. She didn't kill her because she was too innocent, and after a long battle he managed to convince her, to let her go. She forgive her."

"You kidnapped his parents, in exchange for the two sisters. He wanted to negotiate with you but you didn't really care. You didn't hate him. But when she forcefully possessed him, and told you that she's sorry, for it and that she will give you her life if it means that his parents get to live. You snapped and because of the bond they shared by that point, you killed his parents, and made him go berserk. The sudden increase in power threw you off balance and you got off by sheer luck. He swore revenge against you, but as it turned out shit will happen in your dimension no matter what, so and since the two sister had daddy issues he decided to cage you after final battle with you and left to your dimension with you in tow. He was able get a portion of your power but not all. You also wanted to undo the seal, just for spite.

The last thing I know is that he arrived in the middle of a battle." I finished it. When I mentioned how he killed his parents in front of him, I saw a flash of guilt and self loathing in his eyes. And my voice turned hard at that part.

"You don't know the promise he made to her, it seems." he looked directly at me. "After I fought him, I started to hate him. He was one stubborn man, by the time I came in he was an experienced fighter. You missed a lot of his tale, too. In the heat of the moment he managed to turn the tide of a losing battle against the corrupted. My kind took everything he said with a grain of salt, and even his new squad mates, didn't took him with open arms. He was hated for something he had no control off. A lot of people in towns with mixed corruption, even made arena's. I had another sister, and he decided to rescue her." his voice was somewhat horse. "I watched everything from my cage. He was honest with her from day one, yet he was there for her. I banged my head against my cell I couldn't comprehend it. 'Why was he doing this? Why is he kind to her?' I asked him. All he said to me: 'She wasn't the one who killed my parents. I have no reason to hate her.' After that did I realise how much of a piece of shit I've been. After when an entity called the 'Calamity' laughed at my misery, and told me that he was the one who changed the magic. So it would need a sacrifice, and in fact, never really sealed him off.

I was used from the start, Katarnystia was manipulated, by exploiting her jealousy towards me.

And when I was broken Kovacs gave me what I didn't deserve. Forgiveness." He gave a mirthless chuckle. "We partnered up, killed it, but the thing leeched of almost all of his lifespan. When he died, I was given a choice by them, the Creators. They gave me a chance to atone. That's why I'm here." Abegal finished it. What was I even supposed to say to all of that? I doubted he needed my pity, but I also wanted to tell him something.

"I had a lot of time to think about the things I've done. But I appreciate the thought, though you don't need to feel sorry for me." He told me. "Now I think I let you sleep over this information. Good night partner." With that I went into deep sleep.


Chapter end:

Well, it was a lot of information dump, but I had to tell it now, because Abegal won't be a big focus on the story. And I DID left a lot of stuff from my supposed original story. Especially the second half.

I wanted to write this for like a month, but didn't knew how to start it. At first I wanted to start with me being mysterious and starting from Kuoh, but I really didn't wanted to give flashbacks, or spend too much time on explanation.

Also, I would like to ask for help. I love DxD, but for me Season 3 was… confusing. Too many things happen too quickly, and I really don't know events from onward. I need help with mostly how to write certain things. Like for example I suck describing apparences . My english is limited, and if anyone is willing to help I would appreciate it Immensely.

Also, I write this for fun!