A/N: Well hello there! So this a new chapter for Team Free Will DxD. Got a bit of a muse t upload a new chapter and here we are! Now my other story The Inhuman Centipede is kinda on hold as i Finish writing the next few chapter so i can start releasing those at a scheduled time instead of whenever, but this story is more of a "whenever I have free time" kinda thing. Also works been kicking my ass with 12 hour shifts 3 days in a row so I'm really fucking tired right now. But let's get going yeah!?
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Rias Gremory was expecting several things when she came out of her teleportation circle. A dead Issei Hyoudou, maybe a dead fallen angel if had managed to awaken whatever sacred gear he had hidden in his body.
What she did NOT expect however was to be met by the remains of a dead fallen, an alive Hyoudou, and four men who for same reason caused a shiver a fear to go down her spine.
Especially the one in the beige trenchcoat that was practically oozing Holy energy.
As she processed the fact that four men had beaten her here, she took quick note of the the people across from here.
The one on the far left had short, cropped brown hair, a chiseled jaw, and a five-o'clock shadow. Green eyes that seemed to have a strange blue tint to the pupil stared at her assessingly. Obviously he was a trained warrior, evidence given that he had an ornate spear on his back(The Spear of Michael), a sawn off shotgun in his hands, an ornate colt tucked into his pants alongside a another pistol, and a strange knife that seemed to be the jawbone of some animal
The man next to him seemed to resemble him a little, marking them as brothers maybe. He stood a head taller than the other man, long brown hair reached down to his jaw and a dark beard framed his face. Green eyes with a strange red tint stared at her, but didn't seem as soul searching as the man beside him. He had a serrated knife hooked into his jeans, and a strange gold coiled dagger in his left hand, a sawn off similar to his brothers in his left.
Both men gave off a sense of overwhelming Holy and demonic power just barely held together by flesh and tissue.
They were also for some reason wearing flannel.
The man next to large one seemed to mess with the pattern she was noticing. Unlike the other men he was wearing all black. A dark overcoat on top of a black Armani suit with similar pants and a dull red tie. He had a goatee, a receding hairline, and despite being the shortest of the group, was swelling with demonic power, almost on par with the power she felt from her brother when he was having a bad day.
Beneath the wellspring of Demonic power she felt a strong sense of cunning and a smaller sense of deep evil. His dark eyes seemed to give her a single glance before dismissing her as a threat and instead followed his head as he looked around the park that they were in.
Maybe it was just a trick of the light but she could have sworn she saw his eyes flash a deep crimson for a moment when he looked at her.
Weird.
The man still kneeling beside her unconscious future pawn was what concerned her the most. He was dressed in an old beige raincoat/trenchcoat (Think his style from season 4, that coat, not the new one) which partially covered up a blue suit with a white undershirt and a matching blue tie. He had shortish black hair with a few gray streaks. His beard was clean shaven and deep dark blue eyes kept their concerned focus on the passed out boy in front of him.
He moved slightly and she was able to get a glimpse of some sort of stone tablet peeking out from his inner coat to her the man in the dark suit carried a similar tablet deep in the confines of his suit. She was highly concerned by the sheer holy energy emanating from the man. Without a doubt, this man was an Angel. And a high level one at that.
She was startled out of her observations when the man to the far lefts deep stern voice asked her a question she was wondering herself.
"Who the hell are you, and what the fuck is going on?"
Before she could answer the man in the black suit spoke up.
"Calm down Squirrel, you'll scare away Wings and Moose."
The deep tenor of his voice almost distracted her from realizing that he had apparently just named the other three men. The one on the far left must be "Squirrel", the tall one was probably "Moose", which made the Angel "Wings".
For a moment she felt like patting herself on the back. Her family would have been very proud of her deductive skills.
"Moose" shot both "Squirrel" and the man in the dark suit an annoyed look before his eyes refocused on her. It might have been her imagination but she could have sworn that the red tint in his eyes deepened slightly when he looked at her.
And was that a black tint on the edges of his sclera?
Once again she was knocked out of her observation as "Mooses" similarly deep voice cut her off.
"Knock it off Crowley" At least now she knew who the man in the suit was, "And excuse me miss, but we were wondering if you could maybe explain some things to us, we'd be very grateful." he smiled at her, and unlike his companions his voice didn't seem to hold any annoyance or hidden malice like the other two.
Giving the still kneeling angel another glance she looked at "Moose" and with narrowed eye's responded in her usual fashion. Idly noting as she did that she was speaking in english.
"I don't think you have any right to ask me anything, seeing as how your trespassing in my territory after all." She saw her words get the attention of all four men, as the Angel kneeling finally stood up from her future pawn and stood next to others with now narrowed eyes.
Ignoring her instincts telling her to flee immediately, she continued on, confident that these people knew who her family was as they were obviously supernaturally aware. "As a matter of fact, perhaps you should leave now before im forced to deal with you, I still have business with that boy after all." she said as she subtly brought her powers up to surface.
Her words had an immediate reaction on the men in front of her. Moose, Squirrel, and Wings' face tightened and their eyes narrowed. "Crowley" just seemed to give her an intrigued look and a small smirk seemed to appear on his face as he glanced at the other three men.
That smirk was the only warning she'd have.
Before she could even begin to bring her powers fully up to the surface, the aforementioned three men vanished from her sight. She had just enough time to widen her eyes before her face was rather suddenly met with the ground.
She hadn't even had time to register the pain her head was feeling, both from the ridiculous amount of force that the back of her head had received, and the pain of her face meeting the ground, before she felt a multitude of weapons being pushed against her.
She had no doubt that if she even moved, the knives, guns, and spear would take her blood.
A moment after she felt the weapons press themselves against her body, and the faint sound of flapping wings faded away, she heard Squirrels voice give her an ultimatum. "You have one chance to explain what exactly you want with the boy, and to answer our questions, before we erase your existence demon."
Despite the normal tone of voice, the sheer weight of his words pressed down on her like an ocean.
Her thoughts at this point echoed her first encounter with the dangerous men.
'What the actual fuck is going on!?'
She responded, this time choosing her words very carefully, "My name is Rias Gremory, Heiress to the Gremory Clan. You're currently in Kuoh town in Japan. As for the boy…" Here she paused trying to think of a good way to explain her thoughts in a way that wouldn't get her killed.
The way the weapons in her back began to push themselves further against her body told her she had stalled for too long and she blurted out, "The boy called to me from the flyer so I came to save him!"
The weapons stilled their constant push and she felt the tension in the air supside slightly. Taking a chance she glanced up, only to be met with the very confused stares of the three men. In the angels case his expression just gained a bit more confused than it normally looked.
The three men seemed to share a wordless conversation with their eyes before simultaneously turning to the man called Crowley.
She took the opportunity to stand up and brush herself off, keeping in mind that based on their previous speed she wouldn't have time to conjure the circle before those weapons whipped out and killed her.
She turned back to the men in time to see Crowley give the men an annoyed look punctuated by, "How the bloody hell should I know? Use your inner winged psychopaths and ask them you lumbering piles of flannel."
'Winged Psychopaths?' she thought to herself. What in the name of her brother did that even mean?
She looked over at the other three who at this point were ignoring her completely, which would have offended her had she not been totally outclassed by them a moment ago.
She saw the ones called Moose and Squirrel give off similar annoyed looks and close their eyes as if concentrating. Wings did the same thing only he tilted his head towards the heavens as if searching for answers there.
A moment or so passed before both of the men in flannel threw their eyes open and stared wide-eyed and in shock.
Wings did the same but a moment or so later.
The one called Crowley looked over at them and in a dry tone said," So what is it this time boys? Please, enlighten me Jehova."
At the same time both Moose and Squirrel gave Crowley annoyed looks and said," What the actual hell."
Feeling that most of the tension was gone, Rias decided to get at least one answer out of them before she did her best to repress the evening completely.
"Excuse me." When all four men looked over at her she continued, "I have a feeling we got off on the wrong start, if you guys could come to Kuoh academy tomorrow i'll do my best to explain everything, both to you, and that boy over there. But first i'd like to ask you something….Who exactly are you guys?"
She saw all of them exchange glances before coming to a decision. One by one the men introduced themselves and she realized with a start and with reddening cheeks that she had been calling them by their wrong names.
The angel was the first to go. In a deep and gravelly voice he said, " I'm Castiel, an angel." Before she could wrack her brains to see she knew that name and the power attached to it, the others spoke up.
"Whatever, I'm Dean Winchester and that's my brother Sam." The man with the spear said gesturing to himself and then the tall one, who just gave him an sour look. The man in the dark suit spoke up with a smirk, "And I'm Crowley, pleasure to meet you darling."
Then the now known Dean finished off their introductions with a statement that, like when they first met, sent a strange shiver of fear down her spine just like it did to any dark creature.
"And we're Team Free Will…..oh, and does the school have pie?"