Chapter 1

Akira's First step to the New World

The Vatican, Vatican City – St Peter's Basilica

The hallway of St Peter's Basilica was dimly lit by the small lamps on the wall, bathing the place with low warm golden hue which creates a heavy atmosphere. The place was silent, there were not a single soul present around.

Then the silence was shattered as a loud footsteps echoed through the walls. A man appeared on the other end of the hallway, his shoes echoed loudly on the glimmering marble tiles as he walk. His shadow cast uncannily on the paintings and statues of saints and angles, that adorned the wall.

He was wearing a dark cloak that covered his maroon vest over his white shirt and black tie, his black pants rustled as he moved. His eyes, deep grey and serious, were locked on the other end of the hallway, his white hair which was tied on a low ponytail, waved from his movement.

He reached the end of the hallway and turn into a sharp right. Lay before him was the long and large hallway of the basilica and the great altar of St Peter's. Then he stopped on his tracks and closed his eyes.

"I did what you asked me to do. I talked to him in a very calm manner." He began in a heavy voice. And then he heard a soft resound of footsteps. A figure obscured by the darkness appeared behind on one of the pillars of the altar.

"Your definition of calm involves slamming your fist into something while negotiating…Lucifer." The man named Lucifer glanced to the left, hiding a small frown of displeasure.

"He immediately ran to the Sistine Chapel and locked himself. I tried to punch my way in, but it was protected by the shield of Angels" Lucifer paused as the murky figure let out a disappointed sigh. He gulped down, nervously, he knew he screwed up and the figure was angry at him.

"Lucifer, just because you represent Wrath that doesn't mean you can punch anyone, especially the Pope." The figure calmly said but to Lucifer it was a sinister sign of the man being pissed off.

"I know that. I apologized for I couldn't control my will to punch," he made an apologetic bow to the figure and said his name, "My Lord Satan."

Satan felt his sincerity, he walked forward towards the floor which was illuminated by the moonlight passing through a window above them, finally revealing himself. He stopped and let the light glimmered at him as he cast his baby blue eyes at Lucifer, he allowed himself to smile for the devil was solemn to his apology.

"Never mind that, Lucifer. No one will believe the Pope anymore, for he was hated by his very own peers." Satan said as he pawed his phone out form his white coat that covered his entire body.

"Let's go, I need you for my other plans." With a brush of his blonde shoulder length hair, Satan walked away towards the exit. Lucifer, who seemed to liked his response, quickly followed with a stern, yet brightened and fired up look.

As the two of them walked, Satan glanced at his phone after he selected a picture. "He has arrived."

"Who, my Lord?" Lucifer asked questioningly. Satan glanced at him and cast a peaceful smile. "The love of my life." He went back to his phone, ignoring Lucifer's icy-cold glare of envy and hate. In his phone a bright picture of a man, with his right hand raised and ejecting a ball of lighting, was displayed. It was a picture of Akira.

Unknown Place

Where am I this time..? Akira slowly opened his eyes and saw nothing but pitch black darkness. He slowly looked around but the black void only stretches eternally.

"Am I dreaming?" he asked puzzled and light headed. Then, far from him, a small bright white orb appeared. It was floating, Akira watches its gentle up and down motion.

"What is that?" he observed with alertness but the light emitted its hue calmly and he felt it.

Akira…"Wh-what…" Akira heard a voice, it was faint and weak but his eyes watered as he recognized the voice of a woman. "No, y-you're here!" Akira smiled with joy and took a step but the light also moved.

Akira…why? There it was again, Akira's began to cry. "No-come back!" his cries became anguish as he took off running. And the orb also ran away from him. "No-come back! Come back!" he begged in despair as he wanted to catch the orb and especially the familiar voice inside. I know that voice. It was hers It was-"

A jail cell somewhere in New York

"Miki!" Akira opened his eyes and gasped heavily as his eyes saw a dull gray colored ceiling. He breathed hard from the dream he was in. "That voice it was hers…it was Miki." Akira slowly sat straight up, tears began to fall from his eyes.

No, I mustn't cry. I'm in a new world. Danger might get me—wait. Akira wiped his tears away after he noticed that he was wearing a orange shirt and pants, a color of a prisoner's uniform. Confused he looked in front of him. He saw a white plain wall beyond a set of bars. His eyes widened in realization.

I was caught and they brought me here, damn! He quickly stood and walked. He pressed himself on the bars to look down the hallway. "There's no people here, I can break this bars-"

But the door on the right of his cell opened with a loud bang. Akira's eyes turned grave as an officer entered and stood.

"Hey, you awake?" the officer asked, in a heavy accent. "Can't you see me standing?" Akira replied, sternly. The officer scoffed off to his attitude. "You're in for an interrogation boy, you better comply." Of course. Now how to escape Akira thought hard for an escape. The officer opened the door and and went behind him and proceeded to put handcuffs on his wrists.

"What's your name, boy?" the officer asked while tightened the handcuffs.

"It's Akira. Akira Fudo." The officer eyed him from his back as he brought him towards the hallway outside. "Japanese huh. We didn't see any passports, Visas or immigration papers. You don't even have anything with you. So how did you get here?"

Hmm, how to escape from him? Akira wasn't listening to the guard, his mind was rummaging on escaping. He looked around, they were still in a hallway but then he noticed a bathroom sign above him.

"Um…Officer. Can I use the bathroom?" he pleaded while pointing at the sign with a very shy smile. The officer eyed him with scrutiny. "Sure," the guard then leaded him inside the bathroom.

Akira then rushed to the sink and began to make gurgling noise, faking a vomiting, while the officer eyed him judgingly. "What a junkie," he muttered quietly, thinking he was a loony drug addict, but Akira heard him and frowned. "Yeah...so what?" he replied in a snap catching the Guard off guard.

"Is there a problem boy?" the guard snappily asked in a threatening tone. But Akira suddenly turned around and cast a devilish smile at him.

"Yeah. You." And then in a dash he quickly raised and stick both of his thumbs on neck of the Guard. Then he pressed it with a malevolent force. "Gagh!" the guard didn't reacted on time, he gagged his breath as his eyes turned up and his vision began to fade.

"Sorry, I have to do this, boy." Akira mocked his accent as the Guard falls and hit the floor, unconscious. Akira, at lost, frowned at the guard, now what? He asked himself, thoughtfully, for his next move.

New York – Times Square

After taking the guard's uniform, which was to his surprise it fits him, and painstakingly crept his way out of the precinct, Akira silently stared in awe as he walked through a crowd of people, crossing the Times Square Plaza. My God…Akira had seen Times Square before, from pictures from his own world, but this one was different.

His jaw slightly hanging, in appall, as he darted his eyes everywhere, excitingly. "Huge T.V. screens playing Cola adds! Hotdog stands on one corner and tall girls walking with overpriced high heeled shoes!" Akira absolutely looked everywhere, impulsively.

"Damn, I like this place." He said but then he paused after he heard his stomach growl. I'm hungry, he pawed the wallet of the Guard from his pocket, a pang of guilt suddenly crossed his eyes. It's a good thing that he has a hundred bucks here "Sorry about this boy." He said with a heavy heart, and still fake accent, as he went over to the hotdog stand.

New York – Mid Manhattan – St Patrick's Cathedral

I've used all the money, Akira looked down, dispirit on his predicament. It was already noon but the wind was chilly. Where on earth am I anyways? He started to look around but he paused after a group of happy family passed by him. He heard the child laugh heartily which made him stopped, his heart swelled in ache.

He glanced behind him and watched them. Akira had once a family like that but now it seems that memory was so far away. Family, he curled his lips down, dishearten from the memory and looked away.

His gazed stopped again after he caught a glimpse of the tall building in front of him. St. Patrick's Cathedral Akira recognized the building for he saw it on one of the photographs of his foster father, Noel Makimura, before.

"Noel-san wanted to go here…" but his foster father will never see it, he was killed before he could. Akira's chest tightened, he wanted to walk away, but his feet eventually move towards the large open doors. Akira gulped down as constrained guilt filled the pit of his stomach. I should leave, but it was too late. Akira set foot at the doorway and silently entered.

I've never prayed seriously before. Akira walked down calmly along the long aisle of empty seats. The cathedral was empty and cold and dark despite that all of the lights are on. The devilman then sat down on the very front pew.

Akira looked up. The cold, dead, and yet merciful stare of Mother Mary looked down to him. "They say, Mama Mary was the greatest messenger to God because God would never ignore His mother." A sad smile formed on his face which quickly disappeared. He kneel down and closed his eyes.

Mother Mary I've never prayed before but if you could hear me. Please tell to God that I've a question. Akira's jaw clenched tightly and shook. He had many questions to God, so many, but he already knew what he truly wanted to ask.

"Why God…why me?" Akira's voice, filled with sorrow and agony, echoed softly. "Why do I deserve this fate. What have I done wrong?" Akira's heart wailed in agony as he sniffled, tears began to fall from his eyes as he poured the sadness building inside him.

Tell me, answer me, comfort me, he looked up to the altar and woe in despair. Tell me what to do in this world, please. He begged to God and he knows he will answer him for he believed in him.

Silence. Silence was the only thing that answered him and slowly Akira realized it. "He'll never answer…for I've become a devil." He felt dejected for he could no longer feel his presence. He slowly stood up and wipe away his tears.

"I've wasted my time." Discourage and dishearten he quickly look away and walked briskly without turning back to the altar. His eyes, though still red from crying, were locked in sadness and despair.

Akira silently walked along a crowded side walk. It was already afternoon and the place was drowned with noises coming from the traffic of cars and people. But Akira's mind was locked in a depressed state.

No purpose, what am I supposed to do? In morose, Akira only continued walking, head hung down, until he stop and glanced to his right. He was in front of an electronic store, a TV was displayed in front of him showing a news about a bank robbery happening somewhere in New York.

He watched with mild interest. "We're Live down here at North Central Bank where 12 armed robbers had stormed in. They've taken hostages inside, including a group of children no more than 10."

Akira eyes hardened. No one ever likes children being taken as hostages. "I should save them." He muttered and then something clicked inside him. He blinked as his eyes glimmer in realization.

"Of course, I'm so stupid. The answer is just inside me." He formed a determined smile. He quickly looked away and then broke into sprint as he reached the streets which made some cars stopped and their drivers blasted their horns at him.

It's all too obvious. I'm in a new world. I may be alone but God gave me a responsibility. I know it. I can feel it. A smile spread on Akira's lips as he began to transform. He felt his arms and shoulders grew, the power within him crawled and grew every cells within him then with a with a burst of speed, a pair of black wings sprouted on his back.

"I am human, but I am a Devilman and I want to save!" Akira headstrong through the traffic. Some people gasped after they caught him but before anyone could fully see his appearance, Akira flew up high as his wings caught the currents wind.

High above New York

Akira flew in a rapid speed while he was looking on a map which he stole from a book store. "12 armed men. But unknown number of hostages. I must hurry up." He said as he was about to speed up when his ears caught a familiar sound of police sirens.

He looked down and saw a group of police cars and armored van racing on the highway below. I should follow it. He flew at the same speed of the caravan until he saw them turned on one corner and then screeched into a stop in front of a large building. The front of the building was filled with police cars, news crews and curious crowd. This must be the place.

"So that's the place!" he exclaimed then he immediately swoop down towards the large window.

Inside the Bank – Lobby

In the lobby of the bank, five armed men were attaching a mechanical device on a large column. They were wearing a heavy armored vest and tactical helmet, making them look like a group of small soldiers. "Good, bomb number five is in place. If this explodes it will block the entrance," the armed robber, the one that attaches the bomb, said as he pressed a switch. The bomb beeped and beep into a countdown.

"Let's move towards the main hall-!" *CRASH* the five men stopped after a large window was shattered and caught a glimpse of a black creature had landed in the middle of the lobby.

The five men stared at the being that just entered, eyes fixed and wide in horror. The being's possesses a large pair of black wings, his skin was all dark grey, his lower limb were filled with fur and his feet were that of a bird with three sharp talons, but on his head, which was the most noticeable, were four horns. The first pair were protruding and bent backwards, the second pair has the same form as his wings only little.

"Wh-what-?!" one of them, the one that attached the bomb, exclaimed in terror but Akira quickly lunged at him and whammed his right fist at his face. The robbers head detach and bounced on the wall behind him.

The four remaining men winced at the sight, but they were all horror-stuck. The being's hideous form had rooted them on the spot.

"Now then," Akira landed his sharp eyes at the four and smiled menacingly, showing his rows of sharp teeth, "who's next?" the four men shouted and raised their guns and fired, filling the lobby with gun fires and their terrified screams of terror.

Office Areas

On the second floor of the bank, the seven remaining robbery gang silently waits for the comrade. Sitting on the floor by the walls were twenty-five hostages, all were shaking in horror or tired from crying.

"Ivan's taking so long." A man said with a thick Russian accent, he was sitting on the table while staring at the hostages with a grim smile. "I might kill some of the hostages." He added, hungrily eyeing one of the hostages, a woman who gasped in hysterics, then he shifted his killer gaze at a group of children who were all whimpering helplessly from his scary eyes.

"Not now, Narod, not until we get the money." One of the men approached him and whispered discreetly.

Suddenly the building lightly shook making some of the hostages gasped in horror. But Narod, the lead criminal gang, smirked. "That's the bomb now it's time to make a deal with devil-" a loud thud suddenly cut the happy mood of the leader.

All of his men darted their eyes at the large doors on the end. Another forceful thud suddenly pushed the doors slightly making some of them jump.

"Is that you Ivan?!" Narod shouted as the doors bunged and then it burst open.

"No. They're all dead." Akira emerged to the room, earning some frightened gasped and stricken-horror expression from the people inside.

The leader of the gang didn't waste any time, he quickly raised his rifle and barked. "Fire!" And Akira was rained with hails of bullets.

Hmph, I can see your bullets! But the Devilman quickly moved at a god-like speed. He jumped towards the ceiling, and whooshed passed a column. Then he landed his right first on a gang member and pushed him on the floor, crushing his chest. "Augh!" blood sprouted out as Akira made another leap, avoiding another hail of bullets and flew up before plunging down.

He whipped his left fist on the face of the second gang member with force, ripping his head from the body. He then spun and kick with his left foot the face of the third gang member. The sound of his skull breaking echoed together with the bullets.

The remaining four members trembled. "Grenade!" one of the four said as he took out a grenade from his vest, pulled the pin and threw it at the demon. Akira leaped forward, catching the grenade and shoot it back towards the man's opened mouth. The man gurgled in panic, he attempted to remove it but it exploded, parts of his head splattered the walls.

Akira grinned at the destruction as he spun to the left and then to the right, avoiding bullets. He then crouched and ran again, speedily, and forcefully thrust himself forward, grabbing one of the men. The man screamed, terrified, as Akira flew towards the window, shattering it. Now outside the building, he flew up towards the sky and then stopped and threw the man down. He watched as the man made a sickening thud at the pavement down below.

Onlookers. He noticed however a growing number of people whose phones were out and taking pictures of the shattered corpse and him. He immediately flew back towards the window and immediately made evasive maneuvers, from the bullets of the last two remaining criminals.

Just two! Akira then lunged at the at the second to the last member. "Crap!" the man cursed as he tried to change his gun's magazine but the Devilman got to him first. Akira made his right hand a fist and slammed it hard on the man's bullet proof vest, busting a hole on his chest. The man coughed blood and falls.

"Now there's one last man-" Akira smiled but it was cut short when he heard a child's cry. He looked behind him. "Don't move!" the last man ordered, his eyes trembled as his right hand shook. His left arm was around the neck of a small child and a gun was pointed on child's right temple.

"Shit…!"

"Kneel you-you freak!" the man barked as Akira slowly knelt down and paused for a second after he saw a gun near his right foot. "Now die!" the man said as he pointed his gun and fired fifteen bullets. He laughed maniacally as he emptied the chamber of his gun but it disappeared and shifted into a look of fright.

Akira, with his left hand, caught every bullets. He smiled as he slowly stood up. "You should've used a bigger gun!" he growled and lunged at the man and grab his right hand. The man yelp as Akira's hand tightened around his right wrist, crushing some of his bones. Reflexively he let go of the child as he clung onto the Devilman's hand.

"Wh-What are you-!?" the man squeal in pain as Akira neared his face at him. "I am Devilman, a protector and definitely a human!" he said with pride and then he flew up, dragging the man with him, towards the window.

Outside, the people and the police squadron all gasped in shock as they saw the man, being dragged upwards by a creature in all black with wings. Akira then let go of the man, the man falls and hit a hood of a police car.

He then glanced at the police squadron, all of their guns are pointing at him and all were scared to his demonic features. That's enough appearance for today. Akira thought as he said, "He's all yours," before he flew up with a speed and disappeared in the orange sky, leaving the still shock and awe crowd.

North Brother Island – NYC

North Brother island, an island situated in the middle of East River, stood darkly against the colorful lights of New York City. The island was abandoned many centuries ago. Some of its buildings that showed the life of the previous inhabitants, were still standing but in an already state of decay.

Rumor has it that the island was cursed since it houses a hospital dedicated for patients with incurable diseases, and they were left there to die. Evil spirits of plague victims and dead factory workers from the a nearby coal production factory, roamed the grounds. No one, not even birds, had dared to stay in the island for a long time.

"Augh…" Akira, all tired and worn out from his first heroic deed, landed softly on the wet earth of the island. He felt his energy had depleted and hunger rising from his stomach had created unpleasant feelings inside him.

"North Brother island, it's abandoned just like what that map had said." Akira had caught island's short haunted history on one of the tourist maps that he stole earlier. He wasn't afraid of ghost because ghosts were the ones who were scared of him.

Good thing ghosts are afraid of Amon. He calmly sighed as he walked. He looked around, he saw houses on rotten state and buildings that could collapse anytime. Nothing on the island was livable at all.

"What about that one…" he cast his eyes on the large building in front of him. It was already run-down and creepy looking but it look strong and sturdy still. The Devilman didn't wasted anytime, he quickly went inside to seek shelter.

After scouting each and every floor Akira finally found a room where he could rest. It was a small room with wide window, the walls were littered with algae and dirt. A small frame of a bed was standing by the wall on the right, with a tattered and torn mattress.

"Better than nothing." Akira sighed in disappointment as he slowly sat down on the bed, the bed creaked loudly under his weight making him slowly lay down. "Augh!" and then he growled in pain as he slowly transformed back. His horns disappeared, his wings decayed and vanish.

Akira breathed calmly as he relaxed his aching body. He looked up and saw the sky through the broken ceiling. The blue moon looked back at him, it was calming. Its white smooth surface made him feel peace.

"This is a new world. New beginning, I'm looking forward for tomorrow. How many people will I help tomorrow?" he smiled and turned to his side, exposing his back which bores a strange set of tattoos. The tattoos – a tree- bores a huge cross underneath its roots. And encirciling the cross it were words of 'ADONAI' and 'TRANSUBSTANTIATION' written exquisitely. Akira never notice the tattoo on his back for he entered into a dream as he close his eyes for a deep sleep.

Yay! It's finish! Sorry to everyone if you will find some mistakes in my grammar. I did my best to edit it myself. So, what's in this chapter? The Debut of Akira of course. And what about those tattoos? What do you think it means? Hehehe...we will find out in the end!

Disclaimer: I do not own both of the characters of my fanfic. :) Happy reading!