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With that in mind... Demons Anarchy of Pride and CodeEmperor07 are proud to present: DxD: FINAL!
"Our will makes our ideals take shape... I call that power equal to the demons." -Yamato Hotsuin, Devil Survivor
DxD: FINAL
Volume 1: Birth of a God-Killer
Life 01: A Date Gone Wrong
Issei Hyoudou was not what one would call popular. In fact, infamous was more the correct word, for his reputation, along with two others, were not what one would call the most appealing to other people.
He was one of the Perverted Trio, and aspiring Harem King at School. Given this fact, he has...less than favorable interactions with the female populace.
And that was using this term loosely. Every time, almost every day, he and two others, 'three-sizes' Motohama and track star Matsuda, would try to peep on girls as they were changing, using holes in the walls or doors left ajar or open windows. Needless to say, the girls had not taken kindly to this... especially not the kendo club, who were armed with bamboo sticks.
The bruises still hurt, even now.
"Itai..." the boy mumbled as he nursed his shoulder. "Talk about painful...!"
It wasn't just his shoulder, every part of his body was sore.
"Ain't that the truth?" Motohama agreed.
The three perverts were currently on a grassy hill nearby the track used for P.E. They were all covered in bruises, though Motohama looked the worst for wear, with blood leaking down the side of his face and his glasses cracked. Matsuda was the least injured, having managed to outrun them for some time, though he was also bruises, having a swollen black right eye and a angry red bruise on his left cheek. Issei wasn't much better, his arm hurting the most, and his head throbbing in pain.
The three of them had tried to peep on the kendo team as they were changing, but sadly, Issei was the only one who did not receive any such treasured looks, as the two idiots were hogging the peeping hole the entire damned time.
"I swear, it's like you guys are keeping me from seeing the spectacular view." Issei grumbled.
"Hey, it's first come, first served my friend." Matsuda stated.
"But I WAS first! You just shoved me out of the way!"
"He's got a point, Matsuda." Motohama pointed out, adjusting his glasses. "It's a shame though... I didn't get Katase-chan or Murayama-chan's measurements yet before you went and sneezed!"
The bald man held up his hands in defense, chuckling nervously at his friend's glare aimed his way. "Ah, come on! It could have happened to any of us! ...Though, I will say this. I was in heaven."
"What?" Issei blinked. "Why? What did you see?!"
"I saw Chiyo-chan's bare ass man!"
"...that's it?" Suddenly, the brunette felt disappointed, sighing with a sweat drop. "Dude, she doesn't have any good oppai."
"She's a size B from what I can tell." Motohama added. "Then again, of course Matsuda's interest in her, seeing he's a loli freak."
"Size B may be good...but not good enough!" Matsuda finished loudly. "Breasts are the perfect size when they don't bounce!"
"Are you an idiot?! Bouncing Breasts are the greatest thing! Especially if they're so big that a bra can barely restrain them!" Issei refuted.
"Blasphemy! Small boobs are the best!"
"And I say large Oppai are!"
"Smaller!"
"Bigger!"
"SMALL!"
"BIG!"
The two glared at each other, sparks flying before the whirled on Motohama, who immediately jumped from the intensity of the gaze. "Motohama!" the two snarled in unison. "Which is better?! Small or big?!"
The bespectacled teen sweated bullets. Small or Big? If he answered on or the other, one of his friends would surely punch him in the face. But truth be told, he had no preference.
"...I like both to be honest..."
"You can't say that!" Matsuda snapped.
"Which do you prefer more?!" Issei pressured. "Big boobs, or small boobs?!"
"Uh...Honestly...I prefer butts..."
A pregnant silence fell upon the group. Matsuda and Issei just stared at him, their eyes blank. The only sound that fell upon the group was the yells of girls as they ran through the tracks, going about their daily routine. Motohama was slowly growing nervous, sweat falling down his face. They were quiet... too quiet.
"Um..." he said slowly. "Guys? Are you... oka-"
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
They both grabbed him by the shoulders and started shaking him.
"Butts...BUTTS?! You're seriously more interested in a girl's rear rather than their symbol of fertility?! Have you taken too many hits to the head?!"
"W-what?!" Motohama managed to yell, starting grow dizzy from all the shaking. "It-it's a fair obsession!"
Issei released his hold on him, allowing him to collapse on his back, falling to the ground with a plop. "Listen up, Motohama!" the brunette declared, his expression deadly serious, and his arms folded over his chest. "Oppai is NOT just an obsession! Oppai is EVERYTHING! It is LIFE! They are a symbol of what makes a woman so damned hot! Oppai is the goddess of all hot-blooded men!"
"Exactly!" Matsuda nodded strongly. "It don't matter if their tits are big or small! So long as they've got the bazongas, they're women dammit! Anyone who doesn't love boobs is not a man!"
Motohama sweat-dropped. "...I know we're perverts, I'm willing to admit that much." he said in exasperation. "But you two are obsessed."
"Damn right we are! And we are proud of it!" Issei crossed his arms in victory.
"Hell yeah!" Matsuda wrapped an arm around his brother's shoulder.
The glasses-wearing pervert could only sigh, scratching the back of his head. He had to admit, these two were rather eccentric... well, then again, they were friends for a reason, he guessed. Matsuda, while being a lolicon, was not that bad of a guy. He stood up for him back in elementary school when some bullies came around and started to mess with him. He was glad for it, and the two had a common interest: girls. Motohama could accurately guess their three sizes, and Matsuda, well... he had a thing for girls of short stature, regardless of the size of their busts. They hadn't met Issei until middle school, where he defended them from a group of guys who were apparently perverts too... except these guys were the worst.
They would constantly harass girls into satisfying their dirty desires. They would spew dirty remarks and offend the girls around the school. One of them even tried to forcefully remove the shirt of a girl and cope a feel.
There had been times where they framed him and Matsuda for their perverted pranks, such as stealing underwear and clothes from the girls' lockeroom.
There was even one time where they couldn't tame their lust and actually tried to hold down the most popular girl in school down and gang rape her!
"Tried," being the key word. The incident was well known in their middle school, especially because it was the perverted trio who put a stop to it. Motohama wasn't good in a fight, but he sure as well wasn't about to let disgusting pigs do something so horrible to a woman, especially one as beautiful as her. Matsuda was in complete agreement, kicking one of the bastard's teeth in, though Issei had beaten them all to the punch when he knocked one of the bastard's down with a heavy right hook.
Even though the three had come out with broken bones, bruised faces, black eyes, and dislocated limbs, they emerged victorious.
And those bastards got expelled and sent to prison on the count of attempted rape.
It was slightly disappointing that they were still recognized as perverts, but everyone in school didn't give them as much crap as they did before. After all, while the three of them may be perverts, even they had standards, and those bastards had crossed the line. It was also because of that incident that they became such great friends in the first place. Really, he enjoyed their company... even if he did find their taste in boobs, Issei's in particular, to be a bit over the top.
"Anyway, did you at least get a look at Katase-chan or Murayama-chan's naked body?!" Issei's question brought Motohama out of his musings. It appeared that they had moved away to another conversation. "Their lower treasures?! Oppai?! Some skin at least?!"
"I almost had a good look at their exposed rears before we got busted," Matsuda replied. "Dammit, we were so close! Just a few more seconds, and the bras would've been off!"
"I Know...You just HAD to sneeze, didn't ya?"
"Hey, can I help it if my allergies find the worst moment to appear?!"
Issei sighed as he fell to his back, his skin tickled slightly by the blades of grass poking at his skin. "Man, this sucks..." he muttered. "We got enrolled in this kickass school, and so far, we haven't even gotten ourselves so much as a single girlfriend." he complained. "Is Kuoh seriously all it's cracked up to be?"
"Are you seriously asking that?" Motohama gaped. "Issei, Kuoh Academy, up until two years ago, was an all girls school! A prestigious academy where only the fairest of maidens attend! We managed to get inside what I dare say is the Nirvana of all beautiful women!"
"Yep," Matsuda grinned. "After all, they've got hotties like Toujou-chan, the unofficial mascot!"
"And Sona-kaichou, of the Student Council!" the glasses-wearing pervert added, a perverted smile forming on his face as he pushed up his glasses. "And then of course..."
Issei smirked. "The Two Great Onee-samas..." he sighed dreamily. "Aaaaah... Wouldn't I give anything to get at least one grope off of either of Gremory-senpai or Himejima-senpai's oppai!"
"Well I for one want nothing more than to cuddle with Toujou-chan...She is just so cute like a kitten!"
"Sona-kaichou is the smartest girl in school, and she has a beauty that matches her intellect!"
The three boys continued to fantasize about their respective beauties. Issei, for his part, kept his relatively tame, or as tame as this could be, imaging himself in the wonderful bosom of both the sexy red-head, and the stunning raven-haired beauty.
As he daydreamed, he felt a small splat go against his cheek. It caused him to snap out of his fantasy, and touched his cheek. Something wet touched his tips. As he pulled it from his face, he saw a clear fluid against his fingers. Looking up, he saw the sky writhing angrily around with gray, ugly clouds. "Uh-oh..." he said as he sat up. "Looks like it's gonna pour."
"Ah, dammit! Just when I was about to have a good fantasy!"
"Save it. We gotta go before we're soaked." Motohama said.
The three got up from their spot and made their way over to shelter.
They made it inside the school, and in the nick of time as well. No sooner had they entered the small hallway leading into the main building had it begun to pour. It didn't come off slow, it was already running at full force, immediately dampening the ground. "Damn," Matsuda commented. "From the looks of it, it's gonna be a nasty one. Ya think we might get a typhoon?"
"Nah, doubt it." Motohama replied. "Weather report said it was just gonna be some heavy pelting. Still, this is crazy... This might keep up into tomorrow, too."
"Seriously? Ah, dammit. We don't even have umbrellas!" Issei cursed.
"If this keeps up, I wouldn't be surprised if we got fog too."
"Guess that means no looking at girls in swimsuits tomorrow." Matsuda sighed. "Aw, man... and Toujou-chan's in that class!"
"Nothing you can really do 'bout that, now can ya?" Issei said dryly. "Oh well... Anyway, should we head to class early? It's still lunch, so we've got some free time left."
"Meh. Might as well. Nothing much better to do right now." His friends shrugged.
"Look on the bright side, if there were any girls still out there...maybe we get to see them in their soaked uniforms~"
The thought alone caused the three to develop perverted smiles. Issei could imagine any girl out there, mostly either Rias Gremory or Akeno Himejima.
He could see it all. Those moist, damp clothes clinging to their heavenly frames and bountiful mounds. The water making the white shirts of the uniforms translucent that you could see the tint of their complexion, as well as their underwear...
Just the thought of it was driving him mad!
"Um..." a shy voice called out from behind him. Driven from his fantasies, he turned around to see a girl standing behind him. It was a young girl with pink eyes and long pink hair styled in pigtails, two hanging as frontal locks featuring a pair of red bows, and the back pigtails left bare. Like any girl here at Kuoh, she wore the casual uniform, a formal white shirt with frills and a red skirt, which left her wonderful, long legs bare, and a black cape that hung shortly on her shoulders. "E-excuse me..." she said meekly, a faint blush on her cheeks. Issei had to admit, she looked rather cute. If the sudden interest of Matsuda and Motohama were any indication, they were as well, as the glasses-wearing pervert adjusted his glasses, staring at her intensely. "A-are you... Issei Hyoudou-kun?"
The brunette raised an eyebrow, but nodded. "Yeah... what can I do for you?"
"...h-here!"
To his surprise, the girl shoved something in his hands. Looking down, he saw it was a dark blue umbrella with a duck-shaped handle.
"Huh? An umbrella...? What-?" But right after Issei looked up, the girl was already moving away quickly. "...What was that about?"
"...I have no idea..."
"Who cares? A cute girl just gave you an umbrella!"
Issei was still confused as he looked at the umbrella, and where the girl left. Strangely, he felt as if he had met her somewhere before, but shrugged his shoulders. He had probably seen her while passing through the halls at some point in time or another. At any rate, he wasn't about to complain, considering he had something to keep him dry.
"You know," Matsuda glared at him playfully. "You're a lucky bastard, you know that?"
"I concur..." Motohama nodded vigorously. "She was a D! 38-23-27!"
"S-Seriously?!" Issei gawked. A Girl with THAT type of Body just gave him an umbrella? Still...he should probably find her and thank her for it.
However, before he could even attempt to do so, the bell rung, signalling the end of lunch, and serving as the ten-minute warning for students to reach their classes. "Whaaaaat?" Matsuda groaned. "I thought we had at least more time before this! This blows..."
"Oh well," Motohama shrugged. "Let's go, before classes start."
"...I guess," Issei agreed, slipping the umbrella into his bag before turning with his friends, making way for their next class.
It looks like things were going to be boring as usual. Although the girl handing him an umbrella was an unexpected development.
Unknown to Issei and his perverted friends, the girl was behind him quite a ways, blending well within the crowd.
Her eyes were focused on the brown haired pervert. "Issei Hyoudou..." She whispered, an unsettling grin on her face.
The unsettling look in her eyes had managed to reach the pervert's senses, causing him to shiver. 'Brrr...' he shuddered. 'What's this cold glare I'm getting? I got a baaad feeling about this...'
-DxD: FINAL-
Outside of the school, placed near in the more darker, daintier streets of Kuoh, a group of delinquents hung out in an alleyway. They were all dressed in ratty clothing, the females of the group showing off more skin than needed, wearing gaudy outfits and messy hair, while the men looked like stereotypical thugs, shaved heads, cold glares, lip piercings; the whole nine yards. The alley was bustling with activity, whooping and music blaring off while a few of them were having cigarettes or simply drinking alcohol.
They didn't care if anyone glared at them or told them to shut up. Screw them! This world had been nothing but shit to them. Society had abandoned them. So why would they give them any damn respect?
They say screw it all!
"Man, what a drag..." a young man muttered. His hair was shaven close, remnants of dark red hair left behind on his scalp. He was a drop out from the look of things, dressed in the Kuoh Academy uniform, wearing a black blazer with white trims. "This whole thing's stupid. Do you know what that asshole was talking shit about now? About how some girl he likes is interested in some loser. I mean," he took a drag of his cigarette. "Who gives a damn?"
"I know, right?" The delinquent opposite of him agreed. In contrast to his companion, his hair was long, unruly, dyed blonde, and shadowed half his face. His uniform was tied around his waist, leaving him in a sleeveless shirt, revealing the numerous tattoos he had on his shoulders. "All those idiots are just whiny bitches who keep bitchin that society's unfair. Well guess what? It is."
"Che, makes ya wish society went to hell." the girl next to the blonde man sneered. She had dark, tanned skin with dark red hair and gold eyes, wearing a pink tank-top that exposed her midriff, and denim booty shorts. "Speaking of stupid crap, have you heard about that rumor going around?"
"Rumor?" one of the boys asked.
"Yeah. About something called the Demon Summoning Application!"
"Demon?" the shaved delinquent scoffed. "Where the fuck did you hear that?"
"From one of the guys at the bar. Hell if I know what it's about, but he said that it supposedly summon demons. I thought the guy was on crack or something." She scoffed.
"Actually, I heard about it too." the dyed delinquent said. "Doubt it's legit though. I mean, demons? Who the hell believes that shit? Kids?"
This caused the three to burst out laughing. Meanwhile, the other delinquents continued to simply drink or dance to the blaring music on the radio beside them. The only one that didn't was an introvert, who stayed off to the corner. He was wearing a baggy white shirt and stained denim jeans, his bleached hair messy and unkempt. A crazed look was found in his eyes, a symbol of something crazed and chaotic, his cell phone held in his hands.
His thumb was scrolling through the screen and pressing the buttons repeatedly. He was going through apps until he found a specific one he was searching far. Immediately he clicked on it. The screen was overtaken by a blood red hue as the words spelled themselves out.
WELCOME TO THE DEMON SUMMONING APP...
-DxD: FINAL-
"Crap, it's still raining?" Motohama complained when they reached the front gates. The heavy pelting continued to pour down on the ground, staining it dark. "You know, Issei, I'm starting to feel jealous that cute babe got you that umbrella!"
"Hah! But seriously though...why did she give me umbrella. Who was she anyway?"
"Seriously? You question a cute girl popping out of nowhere and just handing you something you needed?"
"...Yes. Yes I am. I actually have a right to be suspicious."
"Well," Motohama pushed up his glasses. "As it turns out, she's in our fifth period class."
"W-wait, seriously?!" Issei blinked. "How did I not notice that?!"
"You were asleep," the glasses-wearing teen answered. "So you wouldn't have known. Actually, how do you fall asleep in English?!"
"Ah, shut up!"
"Anyway... her name's Yuno Gasai. From what I understand, she's a first year."
"Really? Based on what you told me, I would've thought she was in our year."
"Same. But it doesn't really matter."
"What do you mean?" Issei asked.
"Well, I don't know much... other than that everyone in school thinks she's creepy.'
The brunette frowned. "How so?"
"I dunno, they didn't really say. All they said is that she's obsessed with someone here."
"So..." Matsuda tilted his head. "She's a stalker?"
"By the sound of it, pretty much. Although some of the guys could actually vouch that she is a genuine yandere."
Issei frowned. A cute girl like that? A yandere? No way. She looked to cute and innocent... but then again, looks can be deceiving. "Well, anyway..." Matsuda slipped his hands behind his head. "She seems pretty nice... and she's got the hots for Issei. Dunno about her tastes, though."
The brunette felt a tick mark pulse above his eyebrow. "Hey... I'm right here, ya know."
"Yeah. We know." Both teens replied simply.
"...You jackasses!"
Issei scowled, whirling around. "Screw you guys!" he snapped as he moved out into the rain, unfolding the umbrella the girl had given him.
Both blanched at the reminder neither of them had umbrellas.
"Issei, you ass!" Matsuda screamed. "Lend us that thing too!"
Issei merely blew them a rasberry, and continued to walk away from them.
"You dick!"
Issei ignored him as he trudged on.
'Serves them right,' he snickered to himself. 'Still... Yuno Gasai, huh?'
He never really noticed her till now. It was like she hid her presence from him this whole time.
She seemed to be relatively nice, but he couldn't really form an actual opinion yet, seeing as how he had yet to actually get to know her better yet. She was pretty cute... and curvy, if what Motohama said was true. He didn't get a good look at her body, since she just came and gave him an umbrella and left.
He regretted not nothing, as curiosity now plagued him.
He continued to think about the mysterious girl, even as he reached the small bridge that passed over the street below. Afterwards, there would be a small strip of street that would lead to the residential district. His house was there, where his family would be waiting for them. Now that he thought about his family, he wondered if they would actually try and put him up on a blind date... not that he'd want to. He wanted to find his own girl, not have her handed to him!
He sighed in frustration. His parents were only looking out for him. And given his perverted behavior, it'd only be natural for them to worry about him.
Even still... why did they constantly have to believe that they would not have any grandchildren?! Wasn't that thinking ahead of themselves?!
"Um... e-excuse me...?"
"Huh?" Issei stopped walking, noticing the person before him.
It was a girl, though it wasn't the pink-haired one that had been on his mind lately. It was a girl around his own age, bearing long black hair and violet eyes, wearing a dark red jacket with the letter "P" embroidered in gold, a white undershirt, a red bow, and a green skirt with a thin white strip around the lower end of it. She held an umbrella in her hands, which was being bounced around between her palms nervously.
"A-are you...?" the girl spoke nervously. Issei had to admit, she was cute... and her bust...! That voice! Haaaaa...! This was the kind of girl he was looking for! "I-Issei Hyoudou-kun?"
'I feel like I've been through this before.' the brunette thought, but shrugged. "Yep, the one and only."
"Ah! Thank Goodness!" The girl sighed in relief. She fidgeted slightly as her face reddened.
"So... what's up?" he asked curiously. "Do you need something?"
"Ah, um... my name is... Y-Yuuma." she introduced herself, bowing her head. "Y-Yuuma Amano."
"Nice to meet you." Issei nodded, not sure where this was going.
"S-so, um...c-can I...ask you something p-personal?"
He raised an eyebrow. Why was she fidgeting so much? And why was her face so red? Was she embarrassed about something?
...waaaaaaaaait a minute here! Those flushed cheeks... That flustered voice... Those bashful voice... It-it couldn't be... could it?!
"A-are you... seeing anyone?"
IT IS!
She...she...this cute girl was asking him out!
"N-no!" he shouted, a bit too loudly for his own liking, a result of his excitement. Yuuma recoiled, causing him to wince as a result, and scratched the back of his head. This was it! This was his chance! A real chance to get a girlfriend! A chance for OPPAI! "I-I mean, no... I'm not really in a relationship with anyone. Why...do you ask?"
"W-well...I...I was wondering...Would...Would you go out with me?" She bowed.
Instantly, Issei smiled brightly. Finally! Finally!
HE FINALLY HAD A CHANCE!
-DxD: FINAL-
Or... so he thought...
"S-shit..." he cursed, his chest burning in agony. "T-this sucks...!"
Issei Hyoudou laid face down in a growing pool of his own blood. His fingers were clutched against the open wound on his chest in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding.
It had been a few days since he had accepted going out with Yuuma Amano.
They had agreed to go out on a Sunday, where they would be able go out on a date. The weather was perfect, nothing but a clear blue sky... but everything had gone wrong. Horribly wrong. Yuuma wasn't the kind and sweet girl he thought she was... he wasn't even sure if she was even human in the first place. When their date had finally reached an end, she had become so cold and taunting, black wings like that of a crow folding out from her back. He barely registered what was going on before he suddenly found a hole in his stomach.
That was why he was on the ground, blood flowing between his fingers, and his eyes slowly dimming.
Agh...dammit...All he wanted was a nice date and he is going to end up dead? What cruel irony.
He didn't even get a chance to grope a single girl's chest... It totally blew.
"D-dammit..." he coughed, blood gushing from the side of his mouth. "What the...h-hell..." He thought back to his life up till now. It wasn't all that exciting to begin with. The reason for his perversity had been arrested, but he had parted the words of wisdom that had been engraved into his mind, the wonders of the body of a woman... and the glorious treasure known as oppai. He hadn't forgotten it. Oh, how he wished to grab at it at least once!
Kuoh was his big chance, and the girls... damn, all of them were hotties! Every last one of them! Especially Katase and Murayama! He wished he could have seen them in their underwear, at least once.
Oh, wait... he'd almost forgot. He got that umbrella from that girl... what was her name again? Yuno? Yeah... he needed to give her back her... umbrella...
'Shit...' he cursed once again. 'I can... hardly see...'
His vision was fading slowly, darkness begun to swallow his sight. His hearing faded as well, replaced by static.
What was once pain in his chest was now going numb.
'Aw, man... Is this...' he thought as his breathing was becoming slow and light. 'Where I'm... gonna die?'
A wry smirk found it's way to his face.
"Total..." he wheezed as his eyes slowly fluttered close. "B-bull...sh...i..."
Finally, darkness had claimed its victim. Issei slumped limply, his body now cold.
On February 10th, 2016, Issei Hyoudou died.
-DxD: FINAL-
"...how intriguing."
Issei slowly felt himself stir, his body aching all over in pain. His head throbbed painfully while his eyes were struck with an irritating pain. "Son of a bitch..." he growled, feeling as if his body had just been through the grinder. "It...it fucking hurts!"
"Of course it would." The voice responded. "You just got run through in the chest by a spear of light. I would assume that it must burn horribly."
"W-what...?" Slowly, Issei found himself awakening, his eyes blinking rapidly. It was getting hard to adjust to the light, or whatever was causing that infernal white blotch that was forcing him to wince. Slowly, however the light died down, allowing him to see his surroundings. He couldn't help but feel confused and shocked by what he saw. "W-what the hell... is this?!"
It was not Kuoh Central Park at all... rather, it was an expansive landscape, little more than a barren wasteland. The sky above him was a cold, dark purple with rumbling, black thunderclouds hanging above him, and everything that stretched out into the distance seemed to go on for miles and miles.
It was all so eerie and ominous...yet so picturesque, like an actual portrait.
But Issei didn't really care about that. He cared about what the hell he was doing here.
"This is something that exists between life and death..." a voice called out from behind. "I suppose you could call it... Limbo, in a sense."
Issei whirled around, facing the owner of the voice...and screamed.
"WH-WHAT THE HELL?!"
Before the young man's eyes was a being of greater stature than he. He was clad in dark-gray, earth-like armor that had several gold orbs adorned on his shoulders, thighs, calves, and chest. Around his waist was a large golden belt that covered his mid ailing from his neck was a tattered black scarf. His head while, short orange hair that covered his scalp and lower face. However, the upper portion of his face was concealed by a dark-gray iron mask that displayed his green eyed. The mask had a small segment that divided the lower half of his face dead center, revealing his skeletal jaw.
The being tilted his head, bearing a composed stature with his arms folded over his chest. "Oh?" the being inquired with a booming voice. "Is this the first time meeting a demon?"
Issei couldn't voice his answer. He still trembled at the being's startling presence. He looked somewhat human, but he clearly wasn't.
What was going on?!
"Hm, you appear confused." the being noted idly. "Then again, I suppose that is within human nature after being killed."
"K-killed...?!" This got his attention. He...he was dead?
It was then that he remembered. Slowly, his head lowered down to look at his body. His shirt was stained crimson, and a gaping hole was there at his stomach. His eyes widened, the color draining from the face. The memories came back at him in full force. He remembered seeing Yuuma's sweet smile turn cold and malicious, how the atmosphere became icky and cold, how black wings emerged from her back, and how she...
She... killed him...
"I-I'm..." he swallowed a heavy lump in his throat, his hand shaking. "R-really... dead?"
"Yes. Yes you are..." The demon nodded. "In all honesty though...your death was pretty tame compared to many others I've seen. They had limbs blown off, beheaded, bodies bisected, skin completely flayed off, burnt to ashes, drowned, hacked to pieces, dissection, electrocuted to death, buried alive, eaten alive, the works."
Issei blanched, his face growing paler by the second. This thing was NOT helping him! "S-so... what?" he choked on his own voice. "I-I'm in... hell?"
Thankfully, much to his relief, the being shook his head. "No, you are not." he replied. "As I said, this existence is akin to what you humans know as Limbo." He lowered his head, a if nodding. "I am Dagda. I am what you would know as... a demon."
The brown haired teen paused as he took this in. "A...A Demon...?"
"Correct."
Issei didn't answer right away. He was still trying to understand everything that was happening, it was all so... happening so damned fast.
He felt dizzy and nauseous. He felt like throwing up.
"So then," Dagda stated, his tone thick and heavy. "Here we stand, with your fate uncertain. Tell me, human... If you die here, what will you do?"
What would he do...? What WOULD he do...? He was dead...
...This...This couldn't be happening...he refused to let it happen...he refused to just sit here and die...he...he wanted to have another chance...he wanted to grope oppai...
...HE WANTED TO LIVE!
"I...I wanna live..." he sobbed, a hand over his face. Tears broke from his eyes, flowing between his digits, choked breaths escaping his throat. "I still... have things I want to do...!"
Dagda appeared curious, as he put a hand to his chin. "Such as... what?"
"I...I...I WANT TO GROPE OPPAI!" He cried out.
"...what?" The Demon stared at him blankly.
"Oppai dammit!" Issei screamed. "A woman's bountiful treasure! Their chests! The ultimate wonder of the world! Do you know what a man's ultimate dream is, Dagda?!"
"Er, no..." Dagda replied slowly, not sure what this human was even talking about. "I'm afraid I don't."
"A man's dream is to grab them, to squeeze them... TO SUCK ON A WOMAN'S BREAST!" the brunette screamed, slamming up to his feet, anime-style tears running down his cheeks. "That's a man's dream dammit!"
"I... I see." the orange-haired entity sweat-dropped. Really, he had no contact with humans up until this point, but he was sure that they were not as... eccentric, as this one.
But he supposed he could've had worse contractors. He had learned of other types of humans from other demons. Some were insatiable douchebags that just used women, others were psychotic murderers, others were corrupt humans, or others were battle maniacs.
He vaguely recalled hearing about the last one, apparently the Vanishing Dragon if what he remembered to be correct. Perhaps it might have been fate that this boy was going to be his contractor... provided he accepted.
"...tell me, Issei Hyoudou," Dagda spoke his name, causing the brunette to blink. It was an obvious reaction, given that he had not told the being his name. "If I told you I could bring you back to the land of the living... what would you do?"
"I WOULD GROPE OPPAI!" He answered with no hesitation whatsoever.
Dagda let out a brief sigh. The boy missed the point. His words, however, did seem to register when the brunette suddenly lost his determined and hardened expression, his eyes blinking rapidly. "...could you repeat that?"
"I said," he repeated himself, annoying as it was. "I can bring you back to life... Though don't think it is for free."
The brunette gulped, a hand at his throat. "Y-your not... gonna take my soul, are you?"
Dagda gave him a flat look. "Boyo, do I LOOK like a Fiend?" he asked rhetorically. Before he could answer, he shook his head. "Never mind... I will ask once more, do you want to live?"
"Of course I do!" Issei shouted back. "What do I have to do to get another chance?!"
"You will understand, in time..." Dagda closed his eyes, his face(?) appearing solemn. "However... know this, boyo. If you accept this offer, you will not be able to return to your ordinary life. Everything you once held and cherished, your daily routine, your happy life... It will no longer exist. From the moment you awaken in the world of the living, you will know only hardships, suffering, and despair. Should you choose to brave such horrendous trials, you shall achieve power beyond imagination."
He opened his eyes, bearing straight into Issei's brown orbs. "Do you still want to return to life... Issei Hyoudou?"
Issei now stood to pause and think. So what he was saying...was that if he came back to life...it wouldn't be HIS life anymore? Everything that he had known...would just disappear?
He really didn't get it, but... he couldn't stand by here. He needed a dream to fulfill dammit! "I accept!"
Dagda didn't look pleased as one would. In fact, he felt slightly disappointed. The boy didn't understand... A shame. It appeared he would learn the hard way. "Very well," he spoke, his tone grave as if he were speaking at Issei's funeral. "So be it."
Issei wasn't sure what was supposed to happen now. Perhaps he would somehow fall unconscious, and miraculously awaken in the plaza? Maybe the demon would put his hand on his forehead, rendering him unconscious, and he'd be back in his bed? As if the whole thing never happened? The possibilities were varied, but he had expected them to happen harmlessly, or at least with little pain.
He was wrong.
Faster than what he thought possible, Dagda had rammed his hand into his chest. What happened next was enough for him to scream at the very top of his lungs, a burning scream ripping out from his throat.
"GRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. IT HURTS!
It wasn't just the area where he was stabbed, his entire body burned with absolute agony! It felt as if his flesh was on fire, frozen solid, and reheated all over again!
Blood began to gush from his eyes forming into tears of blood. Red liquid oozed from his ears, trailing down his neck. Even globs of the disgusting, metallic taste began to gush out from his throat, dribbling down his chin. Red and green sparks danced all around him, twitching and shaking uncontrollably. His eyes looked as if they were about to bulge.
Seconds, minutes, hours... he wasn't sure how long the pain continued to last. All he knew was that his body was screaming in absolute pain and agony.
Oh, god... Make it stop!
MakeItStopMakeItStopMakeItStopMakeItStopMakeItStopMakeItStopMakeItStopMakeItStopMakeItStopMakeItStopMakeItStopMakeItStop!
MAKE IT STOP!
Despite his pleas, the pain continued. For some reason...he felt as if he experienced something similar to this...only in the form of mind-breaking, soul-crushing torture.
Finally, however, Dagda pulled his arm out. Issei hung there for several seconds. His arms, which had been outstretched, his fingers curled as a result of the pain, now hung loosely at his sides, and his knees bended forward. Finally, however, his body fell backwards.
Dagda sighed heavily as he stared up at the sky. "Far too long..." he murmured bitterly. "Far too long have they made humans their livestock, their precious slaves..." He glanced down at Issei's comatose form. "Perhaps, this boy... Perhaps you can change the world." If he could smile, he would, nodding in approval. "I look forward to seeing your actions... Issei Hyoudou."
-DxD: FINAL-
"Wake up! Wake up!" an irritated voice snapped at the sleeping boy, accompanied by the annoying sound of a bell ringing hazardly, aggravating him from his slumber. "If you don't wake up, I-I'll have to... K-kiss you!"
The noise was silenced as a hand was slammed onto the alarm. Blurry eyes slowly opened to take in their current surroundings.
"Mnrgh... h-huh... what...?"
A young boy emerged from the bed, the covers falling from his body. He blinked tiredly at his surroundings as he rubbed his eyes with one arm. Eventually, his sense of sight repaired itself. He was back in his room... his nice, comfy room, marred with anything and everything ecchi. "...Holy crap." Issei muttered as he yawned, a hand over his mouth. "What a crazy dream... note to self, don't stay up playing hentai games all night."
He then moved his hand to rub the remaining drowsiness out of his eyes. However, as he moved them out of the way, he stopped.
His attention was focused on his hand...or rather...what was ON his hand. His gaze slowly trailed downwards, shock and questions filling his mind.
"...the hell?"
Issei wondered if he was still dreaming. He knew for a fact that these WERE NOT there when he went to sleep.
Scribbled on his left hand were green markings, on the center of the back of his hand being what he assumed to be a four-leaved clover of some sort. Lines extended outward from it, encompassing his hand as it ran along his fingers. He pulled up his sleeve, and saw that the markings continued up to his forearm, stopping abruptly halfway towards the elbow.
"Wh-What the hell are these things?!"
He growled out of frustration as he licked his thumb and began to rub it against the marks. It did not help at all whatsoever, proving that either they had been there all night to dry, or whatever made this was permanent. Grumbling, he went inside the bathroom, hoping that he could probably wash out the marks more thoroughly. He closed the door behind him, and faced the mirror as he bent down somewhat to turn on the sink. However, his hand stopped when he saw his reflection in the mirror.
His body froze completely, eyes wide in disbelief, and mouth agape. "...what the hell...?"
Issei, by any means, was not what you would call handsome. In fact, one would say he would be ordinary. His brown hair was rather messy up at the front, and perhaps a bit too long. He had contemplated cutting his bangs so he could see better. His eyes were the same color as his hair as well, both being features he inherited from his parents. He was very happy to have traits from both of his parents. It was proof that he was their son.
And, yet...
It was his skin that was the issue of his current predicament. The very same markings that were on his hand were also present on his face!
Unlike the one on his hand, however, it was on the right side of his face, forming into a curved, green scar. The scar curved at his cheek, and ran down his neck before it scrawled all around down to his collarbone, underneath the protrusion and to his shoulder. He pulled up his shirt, revealing the left side of his body. He had little muscle, in fact one could say he was flabby, all thin and barely able to keep up, but he was better than Motohama. Now, however... his body was well-toned, slight outlines of muscles all across his body.
But that wasn't what shocked him. He didn't see his dark brown eyes. No, they were no longer there.
Instead, he found a pair of green orbs, staring right back at him, in a mixture of shock and confusion and bewilderment.
"Wh-what the hell is going on?!" He rubbed his eyes again to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. But even after he did, they were still there.
How was this possible? How could his eyes change from brown to green in a single night?!
'If you accept this offer, you will not be able to return to your ordinary life. Everything you once held and cherished, your daily routine, your happy life... It will no longer exist. From the moment you awaken in the world of the living, you will know only hardships, suffering, and despair. Should you choose to brave such horrendous trials, you shall achieve power beyond imagination.'
Issei recalled the words of the being, the demon...Dagda. Was this what he was referring to? Was what happened in that dream... for real? B-but there wasn't a hole in his chest! So... why...?!
"T-this is gotta be some joke..." he tried to reason with himself, unable to understand what was going on. He turned swiftly on his feet, his hand on the doorknob. "I-I know! I'll go to the plaza before I head to school! Y-yeah, that's it! M-maybe I can clear all of this up if I go there!"
He opened the door, and promptly stood still.
"Ah, you are awake."
The brown haired teen froze where he stood. Unable to comprehend what was happening.
Dagda was sitting on his bed, his arms resting on his knees.
The being from his dream was on his bed.
The demon he made a deal with was on his bed.
HE was on HIS bed!
"W-wh-wha..." he tried to from proper ways, trying to find some way to express his own words and feelings. Instead, he could only utter bits and pieces of how he felt. "W-why...how...?!"
"Please, think before you speak." The Demon raised a hand. "I can barely understand you with all your stuttering."
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"
"What do you mean? Of course I'm here. You are my contractor."
"C-Contractor?!" Issei gaped. "What the hell does that mean?! Moreover, what the fuck are these marks?!"
"They are proof that you have been resurrected," Dagda told him. "The mark of one who is destined to partake in deicide."
"D-Deicide...?" Issei repeated. He didn't like the sound of that word.
"Oh?" The demonic being tilted his head. "Do you not know the meaning of the word?"
"N-no... d-do I have to like decide on something?"
Dagda shook his head. "No, not decide. 'DE-I-CI-DE.'" he pronounced it carefully, so he could understand. "You may think of it the same as genocide... except it will not be humans you will kill."
Immediately, Issei felt his heart wrench. "W-wait, what do you mean by kill?!" he shouted, hysterical. "I-I don't understand! What do you mean by 'kill?!'"
"Do you recall my words? Of how you would no longer hold the life you have?" Dadga asked him. He nodded, his hand on his heart. Even now... he could still recall the hole in his stomach that Raynare created. "Humans are the only ones who hold that luxury, to live a life without having to realize the truth of this world. You, however, can no longer remain blind to the truth... no longer can you live like a normal human."
"W-what..." he took a step back. What the hell did that mean?! What was he getting at?! What was going on?! "W-what the hell? W-what...what happened to me?" He grabbed the demon by the collar of it's cloak, pulling it close to his face as his eyes glowered with anger. "What the fuck did you do to me?!"
"Issei Hyoudou... you died as a human. As of today, you are reborn." Dadga said, his tone serious, and his eyes glowering bright green.
"...as a god slayer."
End of LIFE 01
