Hey there! The names, h0ll0wnight002, nice ta meet ya! I made this story after being inspired by assass1n's High School DxD: Servants of God. Yeah, it's rather sad that he already deleted his Fanfiction account. I manage to ask his permission to use his story as an inspiration and got it. He never mentioned anything about quitting, so I guess we'll never know why he quit.

Anyway, this is my first story and I hope you like it. Enjoy!

P.S. I've also asked assass1n's permission to use his word categories since they were really organized in my opinion. He approved of it, so you will notice the similarities in my story.

"Talking"

'Thinking'

"Demon/Monster"

[Sacred Gear Talking]

"Telepathy/Telepathy"

"Phone Conversation/Flashback"

*Sound Effect*

Disclaimer: I only own my OCs. The rest doesn't belong to me.

Chapter 1: Beginning

"SIGNORE! We have a problem!"

A panicked cry, directed to the forty year old man in front of him.

"A proprio agio," The man put up his left hand. "Take deep breaths. Slow and steady."

It seems to work as the distressed man began to calm down, his breathing much calmer than before. Though, his distress only lessens very slightly.

"Signore," He started, "We received reports of an Eighth Campione had emerged in Cairo!"

The man blinked once, registering the report rather slowly. As the words sink in, his eyes widened in fear and distress.

"Have our men made contact with the Campione?!"

"No, Signore. The Campione had chosen to leave the area after defeating the Heretic God. We are still searching him "

The middle aged man lets out a troubled sigh, already thinking the possible dangers the unknown Campione would cause.

Discarding any more outlandish imagination, he turns to his subordinate, asking, "What Heretic God, he had slain?" Almost immediately seeing the panic in the younger man's eyes, he felt whatever Heretic God the new Devil King had slew was an extremely powerful one.

"He... s-slew the Son of the Dragon, Vlad Dracul the Third...!"

Eyebrows scrunched, mind working overtime, the pale blonde haired man touches his chin, contemplating what their next move would be.

First things first...

"Where is he now...?"

...

...

People muttering, each talking about the recent news of a huge carpet bombing attack in Cairo. More than thirty thousands died or grievously injured, some casualty were military personnel while others civilians.

They all noted from the reports, there were horrifying screams of pain from within the area of the carpet bombing.

"It's all a lie..."

A soft response to the heart-breaking news, no doubt would've caused a commotion if it were heard by the others.

"It wasn't a terrorist attack. It was something else..."

Soft drawls, utterly confused and horrified of what happened yesterday.

"It was a monster... A "national hero"..."

Tears dripped from dimly glowing crimson eyes, hidden beneath a pair of sunglasses.

"I... hate what I've become..."

Scraping of boots was drowned by the voices of people around him, the noise and its owner lost in the sea of people within the airport.

And the prologue chapter is finally done! Sorry for being utterly short, could've been a little bit more longer yet... I haven't got any more inspiration as of right now.

Hope you guys like it.

h0ll0wnight002 signing off.