Chp 2. Let's go.

Chapter 2: I'm a Half-Breed

Oowwww…my head is splitting in half. I'm exaggerating, of course. Which is strange, because I swear that I was stabbed in the chest? Wait, stabbed? Oh right, last night…I was attacked by a black winged angel set out to kill me. I think I shot some kinda black fire from my left hand too. And on a final note, Lucile Tyler, the new foreign student shot blue lightning from her own hands and wiped the bastard out. Discovering secret powers and being saved by a hot blue haired girl?

I'd say my life is about 25% complete now. Where I can find a pet sabretooth and legal polygamy, I don't know. I open my eyes through the pain in my body and to my surprise, I'm in my room. The window is shining light from my right into my room. Judging by the brightness of the light, I'd have to guess that it's still morning. But, judging from the danger of my wound and the amount of blood loss, I estimate that I've been out-cold for at least three days. I turn from my window and look at the edge of my bed, where there's a nightstand holding some books inside while holding a lamp and clock with the time and day on top. The time is 8:35 on a Wednesday. Correction: I've been out for two days.

Then again, I shot fire out of my hand so I think it's fair to say that I can heal quicker too. I step out of my bed and look at my stomach. Covered in reddened bandages, of course. I have black sweat pants on, meaning my wound must've gotten blood on me below the waist. But something seems…off. I move my head up and along the way, I see silver hair "Wait, silver hair?" I grab a lock of my hair and present it to my face and it's…silver.

"What?"

I look to the left, to the wall that the head of my bed is on, to look at the full-body mirror. And other than the bandages, my hair is now somehow SILVER and my eyes are GREEN.

"What the hell…?"

I stepped forward and leaned in closer to the mirror. I grab my hair, and it feels and looks normal. Well, normal might not be the right word for this scenario. With extreme caution, I lightly press my left finger on my eye to make sure that it's not a contact lens. And…not a contact. I step back from the mirror and sigh.

"Okay, so many question, not enough answers. First step: find someone who knows what's going on."

I walk out of my room and head down the hall to go down the stairs. I walk into the dining room, and I see my parents. They seem…sad. They sit across from each other, and while father is simply staring at his wrist watch, mother is holding her hands together like she's praying.

"Um, hey guys."

They both shot up and looked at me in surprise. Mother jumps from her seat and runs over to hug me, crying in the process. Father simply smiles as he rises from his chair.

"I-I-I' so glad you're okay…" mother sobs.

"I'm okay, mom. A little dazed and confused, but okay."

Mother pulled back and was smiling despite the tears. She raises her right hand and lightly grabs a small amount of my hair.

"…I haven't seen your hair like this since the day we adopted you."

"Adopted?" Mother simply nodded.

"Katsu," father interjected. "We need to…talk about some things."

"I'll say."

Mother pulled my arm and led me to the living room, where we have three long couches making the tip of a triangle a few feet in front of the flat screen TV and enough room in the bottom left and right corners of the room for normal sitting chairs and a large potted plant in the upper left corner. Father and mother sit on the right couch while I sit on the left, the only thing separating us is a glass coffee table.

"Okay dear," mother starts. "Let's start with you. Now, do you have any questions? I promise, we'll tell the truth." She assures me.

Okay, go for broke…

"What did you mean earlier by 'adopted'?"

Mother remains silent for a moment, before answering. "Remember that dream you told us you keep having ever since you could remember?"

"Yes."

"There's a reason for that."

"…I'm listening."

Mother was about to speak again, but she hesitated. I can understand. It must be really hard for a mother to tell her child that they aren't blood related. Father sighed and took off his old, rectangular lens glasses.

"That baby in the dream…is you, son. And your mother and I are the priest and nun."

Whoa…I sorta saw this comin, but man…doesn't take the impact out of it. They really aren't my family? Whew…nothing can prepare ya for that. I take in a breath and sigh.

"Okay. So…my next question is: what are the details to you guys adopting me."

Father clears his throat before answering. "You see son, your mother and I were a priest and nun in a church back in Kagegoten. We were…close, but you know how it goes. One day, we both received a letter from an unknown person. The letter said 'A child needs saving. Meet me at the front of the church tonight at midnight'. We followed instructions, and at midnight…" Father looked at the ground for a moment before shooting back up and looking at me. "Your mother came, carrying you in her arms."

"My birth mother?"

"Yes…your birth mother. The hair, the odd design of your eyes, you got them from her."

"So, the little boy with her?"

"He's your older brother." Mother sums up the courage and finally speaks.

"Alright. Now, in the dream you guys spoke a lot before I was given away. What was the dialogue in between there?"

"Your mother said that a terrible fate was to befall you. To prevent it long enough for a defense to be made, she said that as long as you stayed in your human form, you will be safe."

Okay…the details are settling in. Let's keep going. "Human form?"

"Yes. She revealed to use that you're half human, from your father."

"Oh, good. I still have some humanity. How was I healed?"

"While it's been years, your father and I still know several healing powers. Since you're still half-human, we were still able to heal you, just not as quickly."

"Anything else?"

"Nothing. Though, she did tell us your name."

"…Abel."

"Correct." Father answered.

We all sit here in silence for a long while, until I finally let out a sigh as the shocking truth is revealed to me.

"So, if I'm HALF human, what is the other half?"

At that, the door bell rang.

"That must be her." Mother said. She stood up and headed for the front door. "I think it'll be best if you hear this from her."

I followed her movements by turning my head left and watching her as she left the room, turned left and arrived at the front door. She looked through the peephole and unlocked the door. As she opened the door, I felt a familiar presence.

"Welcome back, Miss."

"Call me Lucile, everyone does."

It's her… Mother opens the door all the way, and she walks in. Still wearing the Kuoh Academy girl's uniform, Lucile Tyler walks into my home. "How is he?" Lucile asks. Mother looks back toward me and Lucile follows. A smile grows on her face.

"Oh good, you're awake." She first took off her shoes and then walked over and around the first couch and sat down next to me on my left side. "So, how are you feeling?"

"I'm…fine."

She nodded her head and looked toward my father. "So, have you told him?"

"Not everything. He still doesn't know what he is."

Lucile looks back at me. "Your hair changed. That's to be expected from a Half-Breed. So many different possible attributes."

"Half-Breed?" I ask.

"Yes, a Half-Breed. Katsu, you are part of a very powerful species in this world."

"And what species is that?"

"You're…a Devil."

"A…Devil?"

"Yeah. You know, pitchforks, red horns, bat-wings, all that fiction stuff you humans think we do." She shot a glare at my parents.

"I see. So, does that make you…?"

"Yes. I, am a Pure-Blooded Devil."

"Pure-Blooded?"

"That's a complex story for another time. So, are you sure that you're feeling better?"

"I suppose. I'm not dying, if that's what you mean."

"Good. Normally, Light Spears like that are instant death for Low-Class ones like you."

"Speaking of which, last night you said that guy USED to be an Angel. Care to elaborate?"

"Do you have enough free time?"

"I've already missed some classes, no point in going to school today anyway."

"Hm, good point! So…" She looked at my parents. "Do you two mind if I have this discussion with Katsu in private?"

They look at each other at first, but mother smiled. "Of course, we understand."

Lucile then turned to me. "I feel more comfortable if we discuss this in your room."

"My…room?"

"Yes, your room. Is there a problem?"

"No, not…necessarily."

Okay, this was not predicted. An absolutely beautiful girl wants to come to my room…I never thought that idea would come to fruition. Okay Katsu, you've seen this scenario a dozen times in H Games, you know what to do! Just avoid doing anything stupid or making any moves, then-NO! This is a time for answers, not…"THAT".

"I understand. Follow me."

I stood up and headed for my room, Lucile following behind me. I try to pick up speed a little so I can do a quick survey of my room so she doesn't find anything…you know what I'm talking about. I open my door and luckily, nothing seems to be out of place. I walk in first and hold the door open for her. She smiles and walks in.

"A gentleman; you're already impressing me." She walks in and stops walking for a moment and surveys my room by turning her head from here to there. "Hm, not bad for a human." She walks further in and sits on my bed. I close the door as she turns to face me. "So, what do you want to know first?"

I walk over and right next to the right of my mirror is a large desk where my computer sits. I sit down on the wheeled desk chair backwards so that I could use the back as something to lean forward on.

"The Angel not being an Angel thing."

"Oh yes, that. First, I must tell you about the other races in this world."

"Go on."

"There are Humans, Devils, Angels, and Fallen Angels. Fallen Angels are Angels that have fallen from the grace of God, due to having 'impure thoughts' that divert them from the teachings of the God in the Bible."

"So, God from the Bible exists?"

"Nope~!"

"Huh?"

"Well, he DID if that's what you're asking."

"Used to exist?"

"Yes. As you can guess the Three Factions of Devils, Angels, and Fallen Angels don't get along with each other. We warred against each other under the leadership of God, The Four Satans, and the Grigori in a battle known as the Great War. Thanks to the Great War, numbers on all three sides have been reduced MAJORLY. While the fighting is still not technically over, there are still battles between the groups."

"Okay, I get it. Now, you said that I'm Low-Class."

"Yes. Devils have a class system, starting from Low-Class, Mid-Class, High-Class, and finally Ultimate Class. What class you are depends are your…'origins', for lack of a better term."

"Please explain."

"Well, the Devils mainly consists of the 72 Pillars, They are the families of Pure-Blooded Devils, known as Pure Devils. However, out of the 72, only 34 are still active after the Great War. Though, there are more houses then 34 that are active, but they lost their status due to having human heritage."

"I'm assuming this is where I come in?"

"In a way, yes. Each faction has now developed their own way to increase their numbers again. We Devils have the Evil Pieces System. High-Class Devils are given fifteen pieces, like in chess, and can reincarnate humans into their ranks and create a Peerage. The High-Class Devil would be the King, and each other piece has a special attribute and power."

"Is that what the 'soul-stealing' joke was yesterday?"

"Not exactly. We used to steal souls, but such a practice has been out of date for years."

" I get it."

"Now, do you have any other questions?"

"Yeah. Do you know if I come from one of these 72 Pillars?"

"Hard to say. After the fight two days ago, your hair and eyes turned those colors, and the black fire is definitely something odd. I've asked my father to look into it."

"Whew…is that everything?"

"For now."

I sigh and again and turn my chair so that I'm staring at my dresser across the room from my desk here.

"Hard to take in, huh?"

"It is. Everything I thought I knew is now just…changed."

"Change is good, because now…" Lucile stepped up from my bed and headed over to stand in front of me. "I can make you into my Pawn, if you wish."

"Huh?"

"It's just as I said, I can make you into a Pawn. I'm a Pure Devil, so I can have Peerage. So, are you interested?" she asks with a grin.

I get out of my chair and move it to the side. "I can assume I'll have to take on certain duties?"

"Of course."

"Like what?"

"Well, basically you're a grunt, and my slave. From what I know, you obey my every order. While that may not be great, it could be a quick way to move up if you wanted."

I thought about it for a moment. I live by a very strict set of rules, but with this whole Devil business, some of these rules are pretty much thrown out the window. But I'm not the kind of guy to just bend to someone else's will. I make things happen, and I'll prove it.

"Sorry, Miss Tyler, but I respectively decline?"

"…Eh?" Lucile tips her head slightly and her smile suddenly losses confidence.

"I'm sorry, but I don't bow my head easily to others. If being a Pawn means that I'm a slave, I'm not interested."

At that, Lucile's face took a stern and angry turn. "So, is that your final decision?"

"I wouldn't say that…"

"Huh?"

"I might take you up on that offer if I can't get something without it. So, I'll stay interested."

Lucile's face then looked furious. "OH, COME ON!"

Huh? She slammed her right foot down on the floor.

"The first person to become a candidate, and he declines!" She then looked up at me with an angry glare. "You are so lucky that I can't just sock you in the face right now!"

"…Whoa."

At that, Lucile's eyes widened in sudden realization. She re-collected herself and stood straight like a proper lady.

"I uh…apologize for my rudeness, Katsu. It's just that it's odd that someone would deny the chance to become part of a Peerage."

"Soooo…are we cool?"

The glare returns. "…For now."

She turned around and opened the door to my room and walked out. What just happened? She seemed like a cheerful young woman, but then she suddenly turns into a rage balloon! Something tells me to tread carefully in this territory. I follow her out, and I can hear her mumble something as she descends down the stairs. She goes to my front door and starts putting on her shoes.

"Are you leaving?" I ask. "

Yes, and you're coming with me."

"Huh?" "I need to tell you more about what exactly you're capable of."

"Can't we just do that in my room?"

She turns back to face me with a slight glare in her eyes. "You really wanna keep me in YOUR room?"

"I'll get my coat."

I ran back upstairs and quickly changed into my street clothes. I first find another small band to hold my hair into my ponytail, I also find my blue slacks, a purple and white stripped long sleeve shirt, and short sleeved black blazer. I come back down and see Lucile speaking with my parents again.

"Okay, I'm ready." I call out.

Lucile and my parents look up at me, and for some reason Lucile has her bright smile on. "Great~! Let's get going!"

She turns toward the door and opens it, almost a skip to her step. I head down and mother stops me.

"Hang on a sec, dear." She turns my head to face her, and holds her hands on my head.

I felt a strange tingling sensation on my face where she held my head. Within a few seconds, the sensation stops and she pulls her hands away. She takes out a small hand mirror and shows my reflection. My hair has turned back to black and my eyes are purple again.

"I can seal your true form from people seeing it. Please, don't do anything too rash." I

hug her and assure her. "Don't worry, mom. I'll be fine."

I head toward the door and stand in front of Lucile. "Ready?" she asks happily.

Obviously, she's throwing on an act. "Sure."

She opens the door and steps out. I close the door behind me. The morning sun is still a little harsh to me. It must be because of my Devil half, I guess.

"Come on," Lucile orders. "Keep up."

I quicken my walking steps so that I can walk beside her. "So, what's with the act, Miss Tyler."

"Paimon."

"Huh?"

"Its Lucile Paimon. I'm from a Pure Devil family, thank you very much.."

"Well, Miss Paimon, what's the next topic of discussion?"

"Since you're still a human hybrid, you should be able to us a Sacred Gear."

"Sacred Gear?"

"Yes. The Sacred Gears were created by God as part of His system to enact miracles on Earth. Sacred Gears are basically tools exclusive to humans and human hybrids that can grant them great powers."

"And I have one of these?"

"Correct."

"So, how can I use it?"

"Through enough willpower into it, than you can unleash its power. Your emotions are basically the key to ignition. You just need to find something to turn it."

"I can get behind that. Any idea what mine can do?"

"No clue. All I know is: you denied being my Pawn." She stopped as we were walking down a sidewalk and turned around to face me. "What will it take to make you into my Pawn?"

"I thought I've already told you; I'm not budging unless I NEED to."

"Come on! It's a sweet gig! Sure, you're a grunt, but that's why there are chances to raise your status! It might take a long while, but at least you're getting somewhere."

"That may be so, but I've got other plans too while I'm at it."

"Huh?"

"Well…you said Devils can acquire status over time right? And that there's the 'Ultimate-Class', right?"

She arches her right eyebrow. "…Yes."

"Well, would any of those kinds of positions be…'open', per chance?"

Lucile started cracking up before full blown laughing. It took her at least a minute to calm down. "Y-Y-You're serious?" she says between chuckles.

"Of course."

"Ah-ha, huh?"

"I have my own…'ambitions', Lucile. And it just so happens that if I can acquire this status by my own hand, then why not?"

Lucile was silent now, staring at me a little confused at first, but took a serious face. "Well, there's something we have in common."

"Hm?" "

My family, the Paimon Clan, has lost a lot of its status over the years. At best, we have only one Pure Devil per generation. Right now, there are only my father and myself. Like you, I have my own ambitions. I'll only recruit the strongest into my Peerage."

I think I'm starting to get this girl. We're actually quite similar. Maybe we can help each other out. But…

"I'd like to support your ambition, Lucile, but I've got my own game plan."

At that, Lucile held her chin with her right hand. She seems to pondering. "What do you want in exchange to be my Pawn?"

"I doubt you'll have anything I want."

"Well, don't be so quick to say that. You never know. Let's see…"

Her eyes scan me for several seconds, moving from each corner of my body. Finally, she made eye-contact and smirked. What is she up too?

"Okay, I have a proposition for you."

"Hm, fire away."

"You agree to be my Pawn, and I'll let you have full access to my breasts."

"…Pardon?" I think a bomb just went off.

"You heard me. A free feel, anytime you want."

"You don't seem to be the type to simply give something that 'precious' away."

"Of course, you'll have limits. And I'm willing to sacrifice a small amount of my physical pride in order to get what I want. Besides, you come across as the kind of guy who can't resist a free feel."

That is certainly a tempting offer, and a rather accurate accusation. Either work hard for my power and status, or become a slave to a prideful girl with attitude issues who will allow me access to her breasts at all times? It appears as though I've reached an impasse. I haven't come across such a dilemma since I had to decide whether or not sneak the bra of a girl at the school into one of the members of the Perverted Trio's possession. The debate was not whether or not to do it. The problem was which one. I picked Hyōdō, in the end. There was a beating from the Kendo Club, for ya. Lucile extends her right hand out.

"So, do we have a deal?"

Hmmm…really tempting. I couldn't be called a pervert if I have PERMISSION, can I? This might be a good deal. Even though I'm left-handed, I'll shake with my right hand. I extended it slo-Wait, that the hell am I doing? I'm just proving that I AM as bad as Hyōdō! I tried pulling back my arm, but the perverted thoughts have claimed it. It will take all of my willpower to force it back! In a flash, my right hand returned quickly and slapped me across the face.

"…What was that?" Lucile asked, obviously confused.

"Miss Lucile, as incredibly tempting that offer is, I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline." I said with my back straight.

"You…what?" she asked angrily.

"I'm afraid that if I take this deal simply because you are offering your obviously beautiful body to my service, I am unfortunately breaking one of my own life codes."

"Which is?"

"I must EARN such a right."

At that, she got angry and sucker punched my stomach, right where the Fallen Angel pierced me.

"Well I'll let you in on one thing: you're making piss poor progress!"

"I'm…well aware, Miss Lucile." I recover from the blow after a moment and stand straight again.

"You must have no sense of sexual adventure, huh?" she questioned.

I would like to say: "I do, and you have no idea what I would do to those melons of yours."

But again, I have to maintain my appearance, so I respond differently. "I prefer to use the brain in my skull."

Lucile simply stares at me for a moment before smirking again. "You're really something, you know that Katsu?"

"Hm-hm, I'd like to think so, as well."

"Cut the ego. You've denied a chance to be the servant to a beautiful young woman of High-Class. You have some gall."

She stepped forward and leaned it closely so that our faces our inches apart. I can smell her wonderfully scented perfume. I detect a hint of roses and lilac.

"You really are a prize." I couldn't help but smirk as well.

"So are you."

She stepped back and placed both of her hands on her hips. "Well, even though you're not part of my Peerage, I would still like for you to be by my side."

"What?"

"You should probably know this before you accidentally find out on your own."

"Okay."

"There are other Devils at the school."

"Really?"

"Yup. At least two clubs are actually the bases for two Peerages."

"Let her rip."

"The Student Council."

"Yes?"

"The Peerage to Sona Sitri."

"Sitri? Oh, you mean Shitorī. An alias, I can assume. And?"

"The Occult Research Club; the Peerage to Rias Gremory."

"Huh, no shit? So, you're telling me this because you plan on having your own club?"

"Of course. Once I have an actual Peerage. Think of it as some kinda requirement bullcrap."

"Does the school know about this?"

"Duh. Gremory's father is the administrator."

"Well I'll be damned. So, what kinda club are you planning on starting?"

"I'll just slap some name like the 'The Multi-Cultural Appreciation Society'."

"Sounds like something out of a bad manga."

"Yeah, but what're you gonna do?"

"Fair enough."

"So, interested in joining?"

"But I'm not part of your Peerage."

"I can work out an arrangement."

"You sound confidant. Fine, I'll join. But only because that I need to learn more about my power."

"Make all the excuses you want, you just want to see me more."

I take one look at my wristwatch and see that we've been out here for a little while.

"I hate to spoil the mood, but are done here?"

"Sure. I've already done what I could. See you tomorrow."

She turns around and begins walking down the street. What a strange one. Then again, this is pretty much going to be my normal life from now on. All I can do is adapt and come out on top when I can. I turn around myself and head back home. Once there, I immediately jump into the shower for the clean-up I desperately need. After the shower, I stayed in the bathroom to make sure to see if there's anything that I may need to fix. I guess since I was half-Devil, mother's healing magic could only work half as well, because I see a massive scar on my stomach. During gym, I'm going to have to be careful how I move. Other than that, I don't think there's…wait.

"If Fallen Angels have black wings, Angels probably have white wings, shouldn't that mean that Devils have some kind of wings too?"

The idea makes sense to me. Can I use willpower to bring it out? I stand still in the bathroom after standing near the tub. I close my eyes and breath. Okay, I just need to imagine wings and WHOA! Something springs off of my back like it was a thin layer of skin being let loose. I walk forward in the bathroom to see if I can get a better look. Unfortunately in the process, my eyes and hair changed color again.

As I step more forward though, I see it. Wait, "it"? I do a second take and to my surprise, I only have one wing. A black, bat-like wing has sprung from the right side of my back.

"That's weird."

Maybe since I'm a Half-Breed, the number of wings I have changes. Seems a little inconvenient, but maybe I can still fly even with only one wing. Hard to say, at the moment. I live in a rather large neighborhood, so I don't think randomly flying in the night is a good idea. But maybe I can still practice my powers. I step out of the shower wearing a fresh pair of grey sweatpants and head for my room. After I close my door, I lock it behind me.

"Okay, let's see if I can still do it."

I was in the middle of quite the hairy situation when I used my fire powers. Since I activated out of a moment of stress and fear, I don't think I suddenly have a mastery over it. The only logical thing to do is to try using it without needing to be in a heart-racing moment. I hold out my left hand, and concentrate. Okay, let's start out small: a single spark should do for this test. I close my eye and focus, imagining a spark of fire emerging from when I snap my fingers. I crack my eyes open slightly, and snap once. At that, I saw black sparks come from my fingers.

"Okay, let's try for a little bigger."

I imagine the spark being a little bigger, and snap my fingers again. Bigger sparks fly out, and vanish before hitting the floor.

"Alright, now, let's try for a full-out small fireball."

I just need to focus and keep it small. I snap my fingers but this time, I open extend my fingers out and spread them. Just as I wished, a small black fireball was now floating on my left hand. Actually, the ball of flames is on my hand, I just can't feel it burn me. Perhaps I've developed immunity from my own powers? I shouldn't assume that I'm immune to all forms of fire. Okay, let's try playing with it. I lightly bounced the fireball in the air once. It landed on my hand and stayed there. Let's try switching hands. I bounced it up and pulled my left hand back while raising my right hand up. The ball landed, and didn't budge.

I began exchanging between hands in a rapid pattern. I snapped my fingers with my left hand and imagined the ball vanishing. And it did.

"Let's try for two."

I extended both arms out and snap my fingers imagining the usual. Two fireballs showed up on my hands. Let's see how AWOL we can go with this. I threw both balls up and snapped both sets of fingers again. As of now, I'm juggling four fireballs. Let's up the ante. I snap both sets again and now have six. I can't even juggle. I think it's my willpower over these things that gives me this odd new juggling ability. Can I merge them? I threw each ball in the air and made sure each one hit the highest one. I now have a massive black fireball in my hands about the size of my head.

"Alright, making progress! Let's keep going!"

I spread my arms out and imagined the ball splitting. The large black fireball spread back into the six black fireballs I made, which were now floating in front of me. I imagined certain balls going to certain places, and with a few motions of my hands the balls followed and went where I imagined them to be. Now, I'm imagining the fireballs flying around me like atoms. And like before, the fireballs followed my orders and began going all around me. I quickly clapped my hands in one swift slam, and all the fireballs vanished. I walked over to my desk and saw my notepad already opened with a pen next to it.

I took notes of everything that happened in here. I'd like to try these things out some more, but I've got to get some rest. I still need a little time to recover. I look at my clock and see that it is now about 3 PM.

Lucile Paimon…she's an interesting character. While she may come across as an angry and proud woman, I can see some redemption in her. I've played enough H Games to know her type. Then again, assuming I know the character of a girl cost me the chance of my first girlfriend back in middle school. I'll have to sleep on it, for now. At least until tomorrow. My new life begins tomorrow. I'm no longer Katsu Ueda, simple smart Kuoh Academy student.

Tomorrow, I'm Abel, the Half-Breed Devil with one wing.

Third Person POV

All the while Katsu is attempting to rest, there are much darker events occurring in the shadows of the world. Deep in Norway, in the snowy mountains, is a large church dedicated to the Biblical God. It was established here for a specific reason. An old priest, after treading a long journey through the dark snow storm, was approaching the large wooden doors of the sanctuary. Before he enters, he takes off his gloves and rubs his hands together. He opens the door, and strolls in while looking at his reddened hands.

"Those orphans, quite a rambunctious bunch. But, His blessings will soon answer their pr-"

Before he could finish, he sleep on something wet on the marble floor.

"Oh, goodness, my shoes must still have snow on them."

But as he lifted his shoe to look at it, his guess was so utterly wrong. The bottom of his shoe was completely red, and the liquid dripping off of it was far from being any colored water. He looked passed his foot as he placed it back down and saw a true horror. The once beautiful and clear marble floors of this once sacred place were now stained with blood. As he looked up, his eyes saw the bodies of the other priests and nuns who were assigned here. They were all ripped to shreds, leaving what made them physically human now spread all over the floor and even in the pews.

Once his eyes reach the end of the church, he saw one living person. From the back, the priest could see short silver hair, and the culprit was kneeling at the long table wearing a black cloak with dark green flowers decorating it. It looked like a kimono being worn as a large cape.

"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned…" the stranger speaks. But there is in no remorse of worry in his tone. There is simple a mockingly joyful tune, like he was enjoying the carnage in the room. The young man turned his head back and the priest saw crimson red eyes.

"…I've sinned a lot."

Before the priest could respond, the young man turned completely around and revealed the murder weapon in his right hand. It looked like a red armored spear, but while the blade was normal sized, the staff section was only three feet long. The young man had a calm and lean face while smiling like a sadist, his attire simply being a short-sleeved blue shirt and black slacks pants.

In a flash, the spear extended and shot forward, piercing the priest in the stomach. The spear retracted, and the priest was pulled back as well. Now, he was mere inches away from the murderer. While this was not the person he thought would attack the church, he knew full well who it was and what weapon he was using. He looked down, and was horrified by the rumors. It was a Sacred Gear, but no ordinary one…

"T-T-The O-Oblivion Surge…"

At that, the murderer raised his right arm holding the spear and lifted the priest up.

"You know what I'm looking for. Care to point me to the right direction to it?"

The priest remained silent, and had an emergency plan. He quickly reached into his right pocket and pull out a bottle of holy water. He threw the bottle at the murderer's face. He pulled back in pain, and pulled the spear out. The priest fell to the ground, and barely held onto consciousness. He looked up and to his surprise, the murderer was fine.

"Heh, sorry, but that only partially works on me…"

The man pulled back his left hand covering his face to see burns quickly healing as he grinned.

"You…can't be…"

Something grew from the man's back, and spread out. Now, he had a large, black, feathered wing coming out of the left side of his back.

"Cain…"

"Ding~, Ding~, Ding ~! And you are correct!"

The man, now identified as Cain, reached over with his left hand and picked up the priest by his collar.

"Now, where is Mystletainn?"

"Mystletainn?"

"Don't act stupid. You know what I'm talking about. The Demon Sword that Azrael is searching for? The prize of my family?"

The priest remained silent, but he could not help the involuntary twitch of his eyes from the pain. His eyes accidentally glance over to the organ passed the table that Cain was "praying" to. Cain glanced over as well, and grinned.

"Thank you for cooperation. Now please, die."

The priest was immediately set ablaze by a furry of blue flames, scorching his body and killing him instantly. Cain threw the priest onto the pile of bodies he has already made. The blue flames spread, and engulfed the pile of bodies. Cain jumped over the table and approached the organ. Thoughts of how this strange object called Mystletainn is hidden were swirling through his mind. But he was growing bored with the only sound either being the harsh cold wind hitting the building echoing through inside or the sound of flesh burning to ash. So, he rambled.

"Do-Do-Da. Do-Da-Dee, Ska-doo, buh-da, sha-mon. Screw it."

Cain began rapidly slashing his spear on the large organ instrument until it was utter dust. Beneath the organ, was a large grey metal coffin, with a strange symbol on the top of if (see story image for example, though its cut off).But as he approached it, a thought occurred to him. He first tried to poke the coffin with his Sacred Gear. But a sudden spark went off and Cain's arm was forced back.

"A barrier, huh? Easy-peasy."

The Sacred Gear glowed crimson red, and a red jewel grew on the bottom of the spear.

"BREAK!" a voice roared.

It was the Sacred Gear itself that spoke. Cain lunged his spear again, and shatter the barrier with very little effort.

"I swear, Hypnos, you make things all too easy."

He placed the spear on an attachment on his belt, and approached the coffin. He places his fingers on the underside of the coffin's top and tried to lift. But he stopped at the sound of an odd creaking. He closed his eyes, and sensed that there was someone else in here.

"Nice try, Azrael."

He lifted the coffin's lid, turned around, and threw at the rafters above him. A red vertical slash appeared from the darkness above and slashed the lid in half. A shadowy figure falls form the darkness and lands on the other side of the burning pile of bodies.

"You won't know what to do with that sword, Cain."

The man speaks in a deep, echoing voice. He is wearing silver armor on his arms, legs, feet, and pauldrons on his shoulders. He wears a crimson red cloak over his shoulders which acts much like a cape, with a red hood on his head. The armor covers a majority of his body, hiding away most of his flesh. Even the bottom half of his face is covered by cloth and a piece of armor over his mouth. But if one were to look closely, they could see his burning, orange eyes with vertically slit pupils and his partially dried and damaged green skin.

"Mystletainn won't choose just any member of your family."

Before he could continue, Cain appeared from the other side of the flames with a manic smile on his face.

"SURPRISE!" He lunged forward, carrying a massive weapon in his left hand.

The man known as Azrael jumped back and avoided a massive attack. Cain the aimed his Sacred Gear at Azrael. The spear began rapidly extending and retracting, each attempted stab missing. When the spear was aimed at his legs, Azrael lifted his left foot and slammed it on the spear as it came toward him, effectively pinning it onto the ground. Azrael then jumped onto the long pole of the spear and ran on it, toward Cain. He pulled out a long black, straight sword and charged.

While running toward Cain, he slashed the sword several times and red cut-like beams shot from it. It appeared as though Cain was going to be hit. But Cain blocked the beams by holding the new sword in his left hand in front of him. Azrael stopped running when he saw that Cain really could hold it.

The sword is a broadsword from tip to handle, five feet long with a single-edged, enormous blade one foot wide; the base connecting the blade to the handle is pitch black. The whole blade is colored black with red veins covering it from base to tip. This, is the Demon Sword: Mystletainn.

"Nice try!" Cain exclaimed.

He lifted the spear up, throwing Azrael into the air. Azrael was now an open target in the air, but recovered by revealing one of his secrets. Three large wings grew from his back, one on each shoulder blade and the third growing straight from in between. But none of the wings were the same kind.

The right wing was black feathered, the left wing was white feathered, and a black bat-like wing was the middle one. He held his place in the air, watching as Cain held both the Oblivion Surge Sacred Gear and the Mystletainn.

"What's wrong, Azrael?" Cain asks.

"I thought you, being the legendary Knight of Kabel, would put up a better fight!"

Azrael stayed in the air, remaining silent and refusing to respond to Cain's taunts.

"Oh well, I suppose I shouldn't expect anymore from my father's favorite. Or, was Jezebel his favorite? I can never remember." Cain stood at the ready, with his black wing out and holding the Mystletainn underhanded. "Want to try to take me now?"

Azrael, even though his face was covered, grinned. "You truly believe that you are invincible simply because you have a Lost Longinus and the Treasure of the Berith Clan? How arrogant…"

He began chuckling, and Cain's own smile was becoming an annoyed scowl. Azrael lifted his right hand to the ceiling. In a flash, the entire ceiling was smashed to pieces and rubble flew all around the sky; very much like a volcano or rubble.

"We'll just see how powerful you really are…heh-heh." Azrael flew into the winter storm, vanishing from sight within seconds.

Cain stood there, alone in the church, holding two incredibly powerful and dangerous weapons. He looks into the sky Azrael vanished into, and smiles.

"I don't have to beat you, Azrael. I just need to have a family reunion." Cain began walking toward the front exit of the church.

"I'm coming home, Little Brother Abel."

Katsu's POV

The next morning, I awake to a much better feeling head and body. With my body healed and my mind cleared, I think I can tackle this new day with some enthusiasm. Wait, enthusiasm? I've never had that feeling about, well, ANY day for a long while. Must be this whole new heritage thing. I get out of bed, find my school uniform, and take a shower. I wake plenty early everyday so I can clean myself off BEFORE the day starts. After my shower, I look in the mirror to see that my hair and eye color have turned back into semi-normal looking. The strangeness of my eyes, I'll just have to live with.

I head downstairs and immediately catch the scent of something smelling wonderful. I think its eggs. Hang on, eggs don't normally smell this good. I turn into the kitchen and see that neither of my parents are here, but there's a place set up already. A glass of fruit juice and some oddly gold colored fried eggs.

"Good morning, Katsu~." Someone greets me.

I look all the way passed the table and see Lucile. She's…. "Why are you wearing t-that?" I said trying to keep my cool.

Lucile is now wearing nothing more than an apron and a black thong. And since she has her back turned to me, I can see…whoa…

"I made you breakfast, so eat up~!" She turns around and I can see the apron emphasize her impressive bust.

She must've chosen that size on p-p-p-purpose. Man, I'm barely hanging on here! She walks over until she's standing right in front of me.

"So…impressed~?" she asks seductively.

"E-Eh, um, may I ask…why?"

"What? Can't I be a little naughty with my special friend~?" I know where sh-sh-she's goin with this.

"You're trying t-to use your b-body a-again."

"Of course, why not? The offer still stands. I just know you're going to crack at some point, Katsu. It's only a matter of time~."

I swallow a HUGE amount of my impulses, and turn to sit down at the table.

"No thanks…" I say with the best of my ability.

"OH, COME ON!" She storms out of the kitchen and heads who knows where.

"This is gonna be a long day…"

TO BE CONTINUED