AUTHORS NOTE:
Hello Once again audience. Sir Bears here giving you the new and improved Prologue of my series "Tales of Two Crows".
After consulting a Beta-reader to see what's wrong in my story since seriously fucking bias about my own work, I have seen the light and was it ugly. Yes I have decided to trash my old, rude and trashy prologue for a bright and shiny new one.
Now before you go read this story I'll just have to tell you that the other 4 chapters are going to be rewritten so its better if you just read this and the extra chapter that I will post much later because frankly it will suck ass for most parts.
This will still be an SI and the plot will remain relatively the same but I will make sure that I will improve those other chapters.
With that I would like to do the time old tradition of disclaimer: I do not own Highschool DxD and pray that I do not for it will dark day to remember.
==Prologue==
Hello there. I'm sure many of you are quite familiar with the idea of reincarnation. You know? The whole reincarnation process in Hinduism and Buddhism where any living thing gets reincarnated to another life based on their karma? Yes, bingo, that one.
I was quite skeptical to at first since I wasn't a Buddhist or a worshiper of the Hindu gods but rather a Christian and a Roman Catholic at that. I was a firm believer of Heaven and Hell.
The belief of heaven and hell was just stuck so deep inside my head, as if it was an inborn belief, that no matter how much I reasoned to myself that those two places were more than probably fictional, I still believed. A small part of me still clings to the idea almost desperately believing in it. It was from that belief that I found myself afraid to die.
Death is a scary concept to really try to understand. Every single one of us, no matter how much we deny it, is afraid of death. Nothing can compare to the terror and dread that death brings upon a person.
I know because I was dying. At a ripe old age of 21 years old, after just going back to my apartment from my graduation, I died or was still dying because I could still think. It was at this moment I felt true and utter terror. I was going to die and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
I was dying because, in my haste in preparing for my graduation, I forgot to close the valve of my old trusty gas stove. It was actually miracle that I was still quite conscious despite taking an explosion in the face. More a miracle was that I could still think quite clearly while feeling the pain.
I was a lucky person and I have never cursed my luck so much as before than in this moment. In a morbid twist of fate, that luck of mine kept me alive and conscious while I waited for my inevitable end. No use denying it since part of the gas tank was stuck in my chest.
Now in the final moments of my agonizing death I looked up to god asking for a miracle so I could live. I then asked to be forgiven as I lost all hope and submit to my fate and then I just simply cried to my parents tasking for their forgiveness because I died before their time.
The thought of cursing god briefly appeared in my head, like a whisper it passed, before I brushed it off. I may be dying an agonizing death but god have given more than enough in my life to justify its not worth cursing god for.
Now as my consciousness starts to slip and the sweet bliss of unconsciousness started to encroach upon my pain-addled mind I jokingly asked god "Will I go to hell?"
Lo and behold a voice answered "No"
=End of Prologue=
