Eternity

Chapter 2: They'll Follow You

Where? Issei thought, laying prone in the bed he was oh-so-generously placed on. Where are the swords I had?

While no, he didn't need them, he felt a certain connection to the only possible object from his world on this new planet. So, it held some value. He had been laying here for almost a full day now, counting the seconds and hours begrudgingly. Apparently, his new found 'friends' had to attend school for longer than he did. Yet, he was appalled to discover how little they actually learned.

Where were the classes to discuss war strategies and how-to-basic deceit enemies into believing they are your ally? Then again, that last part didn't surprise him as much. It always appeared his race was the only race strengthened by the blood of deceit.

From outside his surrounding cell—as he preferred to call it because it only had one window—he could hear laughter and chatting. His ears twitched slightly, and he closed his eyes. He began to make out shapes, figures like himself, all dressed in nearly the same outfit. The girls in skirts, and the boys in pants being the difference in attire. He couldn't determine the color, but he could determine shape. And that was far more than enough.

The conversations they held were of petty matters: gossip and sex mentioned a good bit. There were also a few conversations of a trio of perverts 'going at it again.' But, most of the conversations were gossip about the new student, speculating how he might look or act.

I want to move. Issei thought, his broken leg still preventing any rapid or prolonged movement. Rias had told him she could help, but she had to sleep with him nude, and while he didn't disagree, she said it would have to wait because she had to attend school.

The TV that was still playing at his leisure caught his attention with a simple phrase that would have gotten anyone's attention.

"The strange object flying in and out of Earth's orbit dropped two objects. Both objects have been recovered and info has been released. The objects recovered have left researchers perhaps more than stunned to say the least. The two objects were swords, bearing resemblance to ancient Japanese and some ancient Knight weaponry."

Issei's eyes widened at the realization of the trouble this meant for him.

"What absolutely amazes scientists is the strange metal the swords have been crafted from. Extensive studies have shown that the metal is completely stable despite any tests, indicating that the said element is several rows above the elements we have already discovered. X-rays have shown that the structural integrity of the sword is made of billions of intricate pathways, and as of the current moment, it is undetermined if the structures integrity is for aesthetics or if they serve some purpose."

They serve a purpose. Issei thought, shaking his head. He needed help, on a foreign planet having no clue what to do, he was lucky for having been found by the small group of 'Devils,' as they called themselves. Now, there were more pressing matters at hand for him.

These damn humans were about to have a bigger problem on their hands if they kept meddling in matters they shouldn't.

I need them back, now. If they find out what those swords can do… Issei continued and began to picture what would happen with distaste. Inside those swords, since they were created by his people, was an intricately designed well of power, constantly festering and only able to be released by the strongest people. If access was attempted to be gained by force, his location would be revealed, and from there it would take minutes before he was located and 'marked.'

The swords from the Aramusha—the two he had—were designed by his precursors, and despite their age, they had the technology to surpass even the Chulelon's current Empire.

Quite the feat for his ancestors.

"We want to know what you think, is this simply an experiment gone wrong? A test for a spacecraft to send artifacts into space? Are is it the inevitable truth that we are not alone in our universe?"

Yeah. It caught his attention a good bit. But, the more stunning thing was how fast and easily spread the information had become. It had been only a single day since he began his descent, and now look at how far the info had come. The speed amazed him.

He decided he needed to move, he needed to get to those swords as soon as possible, so he swung his legs over the side of the bed, feeling the bone grit against the meat, and rested his feet gently on the wooden panels below him. Using his good leg, he stood slowly, and began to leap to the door in his room, hopping as he went. It would have looked childish to him if he wouldn't have need to do so.

"Issei." Came the precious voice of the girl with white hair from behind him.

Issei stopped, his leg slamming to the ground and sending a jolt of writhing pain through his body. The skin on his back began to crawl, in more annoyance than he had experienced before. If they weren't going to help him, they could just die.

No. Issei shook the thought from his head. He turned to face the girl who stunted his quest, she sat on one of the two couches while eating chocolate. You think we are the same? Pathetic. You are so pathetic and lazy. How dare you say you resemble my race!

For a single second, the anger he held to the girl for no reason whatsoever flooded to the smile he gave her. He cocked his head to the side, the smile toothy and wide. The girl stopped eating her chocolate and looked at him. She stood from her spot and walked up close to him.

He could smell her. Sweet like candy. Something was wrong about her though. Something was off, below the surface. Broken, and chained away.

"Let me help." the girl said. She was staring at him with full eyes on stalk

"You can't. You won't understand." Issei began, but he wasn't able to get through to the girl.

"You haven't let me try, yet." she continued.

"I need my leg fixed. I can do the rest. But, that won't happen." Issei said, turning away from her and beginning to limp his way to the exit again. But he was stopped as the girl grabbed his sleeve.

"I can help. Skin contact while sleeping will help with your healing. No, we don't have to be nude, holding hands would be well enough." she said, releasing him now that she had his attention.

What makes you think I want to sleep with you? Why do you all think that? You're all so pathetic. Issei shook his head once more, the girl was only trying to help him.

Keeping his pleasant façade on this planet could reap benefits, until he determines how others act, but keeping his pleasant self on the constant and keeping his normal self at bay has its consequences. If he kept up his acting for too long and changed, people would catch onto him, and realizing he had been lying. But doing it at the perfect moment… could prove fruitful to him on his time on this planet.

After all, the best way to kill is get close to your enemy. Let them believe you are friends. Issei smiled at the girl once again, but quickly stopped, pushing away again what negative thoughts he had.

"And that would help me heal?" Issei said, his eyes widened as he caught himself. Why? Why did I say that?

"Yes. But not as much." she explained, looking away from him now. "If I help, can you take me with you?"

"Why do you want to come with me?"

"I want to answer a few questions myself. You are like me, more than you know."

You really aren't. We are nothing alike. "I can promise you, we are nothing alike."

"I wish to prove it to you." The girl turned an said to him, her eyes burning a fierce fire that wouldn't let up.

"Then prove it at a different time. If you really want to help me now though, help me get outside?" Issei asked, and the girl nodded, to his surprise, as the girl usually looked like a stony cat statue who wouldn't do anything unless told to by her master. Pathetic.

She approached Issei and supported his bad side, though a crutch would have been faster.

Once outside, Issei asked to be placed under the shade of a nearby tree. The rays of the sun were right at his feet and tried extra hard to make sure his bad foot was at least touching the sun's gorgeous beams. The action went unnoticed by the small girl, who sat beside him under the tree and used him now as a support. This, however, caught unwanted attention from several figures of the student body both male and female shared the same look of strife.

"Is that the new transfer? Aww, he's kinda cute, why did he have to end up with Koneko? And so soon?" one of the females said, walking past and heading away from the school.

"What does that mean?" Issei asked. Why did I ask that?

"Nothing." The girl said, scooting slightly closer.

Yeah. A whole lot of nothing. Issei thought.

"I am going to heal my foot now." He should have done this task much earlier, but turning into a devil seemed to take more from him than it put in. He ended up sleeping for almost a full day, only being woken up by Rias, which he asked about his foot.

Well, no reason to put it off any further. When I heal my leg with the sun's energy, I should just bail this girl and leave to find my weapons. Issei planned.

"Don't. Not here. Too many students." The girl said, looking at him as if panicked.

"Why not? Are the people of this world not familiar with the concept of magic?" Issei asked, getting more annoyed now by her presence. But he need information, and fast. His walls were closing in, and he was bout to get crushed without support.

It was only a matter of time.

"No. Well, most aren't familiar with it. Almost all of those who do know about it, have figured it with… other intentions." Koneko explained.

"I see." Issei said, looking at the girls and boys who walked past them with certain 'looks.'

Where is the war? Where is the civil strife and heated battled between empires? Issei thought, looking at the buildings and all the people who looked happy in their 'safe' confines.

Soon, power gushed through his veins, and he could see the thick and red power course through him entirely. He felt powerful, he felt a thirst for a fight, and he was perfectly okay with it. No, he wanted war.

War. On a global scale. War stopped my people from coming to this planet. If I bring war, tipping the peace off the edge of a blade's peak, then maybe they wouldn't come here. Issei though, his eyes wandering off into the sky, watching as the clouds passed and looking out to the void beyond.

I would be careful, partner. Tipping balances on this world may not work the way you want them too. The flashbulb effect may not be in your favor. Came the same voice from his head that he heard while floating down to this planet.

Then what do you suppose I do, o' noble saint? Fight them by myself? Issei mocked.

Sure. You are at my home now. Your power is unlike the world has ever seen, you could be stronger than God. The voice chirped again, piercing from the back of his head.

God? Who is this 'God' you speak of? Issei asked, perplexed, as he had read something similar in those damn accursed books.

Ahh, yes. The creator of those Black Books on your world. Though, why they were on you world is beyond me, they seem to be the only reason you were able to acquire me. Perhaps it was fate you came to Earth. Maybe he has a plan for you? The voice echoed. Now, he knew for a fact that this voice was a living presence inside him.

Impossible. The power that he held was too much, how could anyone born be able to ever approach him in power? Issei questioned, perplexed.

Just wait. You'll see. You will be unstoppable, stronger than my other hosts combined. You can set me free. You haven't used any of my power, and you are much stronger than previous hosts. The will of my creator is inside you from those books, festering. Use it.

Issei looked at his hands, he wanted to fight… He felt the unbridled lust for war, and it was great! Maybe I am too much like my people, Issei thought.

"What's wrong?" Koneko asked, snapping him from his thoughts, leaving him in confusion.

"I'm sorry, what?" Issei asked, this time meaning it.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Koneko asked once more.

"Uhm, yeah? I guess, I mean my leg is starting to hurt again. I just wish I could heal it, but I need to be in sunlight and not near anybody, apparently." Issei said, looking at his broke ankle.

"You can use the sun to heal? Like how plants use it for food?" Koneko asked, leaning forward and looking at him intently.

He deadpanned, he didn't like the analogy, but it wasn't far off. "Kind off. While I don't need it, I can use it to make myself more power. Like most of my people, we can gather energy from the sun and use it for attacking."

"So, you use energy from the sun. Is that the same as magic?" She pried.

Issei was interested as well and began his thought process. "Yes. Though, it is slightly different. It's hard to explain. The magic here that you use shoots through the planet in thick cord, which your affinity to it—based on what I have seen—is that the more comfortable you become with magic, the stronger your affinity to it is, meaning you can contain and use more."

"Slightly different? Could you try to explain? I have time." The girl pried further.

"Well… let's just say this: the magic here on earth has limits." Issei said, making it obvious he became uncomfortable explain it.

"Oh, so you are overpowered?" the girl joked. How dare she.

Issei remained silent. He needed to get away from this girl. She had asked more questions in this shot time than he had his entire time on earth. Soon enough, he would surely be milked dry.

He looked around, but ultimately decided escaping her would be impossible.

"In about 30 minutes, we should have the school to ourselves. We can go to the track field, then you can heal your leg." Koneko said, breaking the silence, scooting slightly away from him.

Issei smiled, this was his chance. Perfect. "Perfect, I am starting to hate this discomfort!"

When Issei turned to look at the girl, he was greeted by a side that looked foreign on her usually stoic face. She was smiling brightly at him, almost beaming.

Issei stood in the middle of the track field, the others surrounding him. And he should have known better than to think it be only him and the white-haired girl. His escape has just increased to a difficult level.

He looked around, all eyes on him, but he looked beyond that. Into the distant outcropping of trees that encompassed the field.

Maybe, just maybe… Issei thought, refocusing on his broken ankle. His eyes began to glow gold with a black center, and his ankle began to glow along with the swollen area around it. Almost five seconds later, a noticeable difference was seen, which surprised even him. The healing he was using was taught at an elementary level, and it took time, but this was increased tremendously. After a few seconds short to a minute, the glow stopped, and his leg was completely fine.

"Wow… your healing abilities are so… strong." Rias said, lost for words and amazed at the abilities her new pawn had.

Issei stood and face the largest gap between them and took a second to decide on something. Which caused confusion to the others.

"Issei?" Rias asked, looking at him as though something panicked him.

Issei began to glow all over, flakes of gold began to dowse off him and float before blinking out of life. The power around them reached extreme levels in only a matter of seconds, and soon the breath in their lungs were forced to flee as the air around them began to heavy to breathe.

"Ise…?" Rias chocked out, barely.

Trees began to move unnervingly, roots began to spring up around him, and the sun got brighter.

Issei didn't say anything, he instead began his sprint to the trees, in the direction of the power his swords were emitting. With a single jump, he was soaring through the air with tremendous speed. He began to glow even more bright as the gold flakes flew off leaving a trail of gold shimmers behind him.

He zoomed over cities, fields, baron wastelands, forests and oceans, until he reached a large pier on the other side of the globe. He didn't stop though, traveling further into the country he stopped over what appeared to be a large base of some kind, hidden only by several hundred miles of sand and hills.

Deciding a 'silent' approach was impossible, he flew straight into the heart of the base, landing with an explosion that shot sand up in the air. Two-toned sirens echoed and pierced in his ears, horribly loud. His heart pounded in his chest, rocking his body as his head began to pulse.

Issei raised both his hands, and the sirens began to die. A black mark formed on his left hand then began to glow a slight gold. His hands began to glow brightly as he crossed them in front of him, and with a sudden jerk of his arms to his side, a gush of air made short work of the sand in the air and cleared everything enough for him to see clearly.

And surrounding him, from every side, were hundreds of soldiers, dressed in armor he had never seen before, each piece of armor bulkier than the ones on his planet and every soldier had one. They also were pointing strange weapons at him, each one almost the same, except for a few, which looked years and years beyond the development of the others.

He had messed this up bad. One of the weapons from the crowd fired, and time slowed as he heard the explosion of power, the projectile whizzed past him, his eyes following it as it left a trail of wind that had been pierced perfectly and drilled the earth behind him. His eyes widened slightly as the projectile got lost in the ground. But his attention quickly switched back as the other guns began to fire, he raised his hands, and the weapon fire began to reach extreme levels.

"Stop! Stop shooting! You idiots! What are you doing?!" A female voice yelled out, and the firing ceased shortly after, but already the damage had been dealt.

Floating in the air surrounding Issei, were thousands of bullets, and beyond that was an almost invisible barrier, but the feint gold streaks that shot through the barrier were clear, and it appeared to be gaining power from the bullet fire to launch a far more powerful counter-attack.

Issei turned around to face the new voice, and in front of him was a blonde girl draped int black clothes with a red, white and blue flag on her right shoulder, the flag itself had a lot of stars on it.

"Ahh, you understand us?" The girl asked, stepping closer, only to stop as pressure started rising. Rocks began to float off the ground, as if pressure had the opposite effect on them.

"Yes." Issei spoke, the bullets floating around him began to flip and face their new targets: the people who shot at him.

"Woah, woah, woah! Alright, so yeah, we shot at you, let's not do anything extreme now, okay? It was only in defense, we thought you were going to kill us." The girl said, waving her hands in front of her.

"I was." Issei said simply.

"Uhh… Well! I am glad you didn't!" The girl exclaimed.

"I snap my finger right now, and all of these projectiles shoot back with four times the force and speed." Issei said, raising his right hand. So primitive.

"Hey, hey, hey! Let's not do that! Can we talk? Let me try to right the wrong?" The girl said. Pulling her weapons out and laying them on the ground before backing away, the hundreds of others doing the same. "I assume you want something?"

"I want my weapons back."

The girl giggled nervously, "Well… we need them. You see, you are so advanced, yet you have primitive swords. Your periodic table is larger than ours by several rows. And you are our first alien encounter. Ever."

"Lie to me again and I will cut you open from your neck to your stomach and feed you your intestines." Something inside him snapped and the side that craved war so much came out. "Species like yours try to meddle in the affairs of others and you get destroyed. My people have killed billions—no—more than that. Technologically advanced species, all slaughtered by the blades of war. No mater what projectiles you use, eventually, you all go back to blades and shields."

"Okay! Fine! We already released what was inside your swords. Now, yeah, we lost quite a few people, but those words could power the world in energy for several years!" The girl explained.

"You also told my race where I was. They will want war, this world will freeze in a state of war like a flashbulb going off, red mists will fill the place of your morning dew from the blood of your falling comrades. You don't truly know what you have done, do you?"

"War? You are standing here and not attacking, that shows that your people will talk to us, they can listen. They can help us, we can be allies!"

"We have never had allies. Only war. You assume my people are like me. That is a mistake." Issei said, his devil wings sprouted from his back, and he raised a hand to the girl from a distance. "If you give me my swords, I will cut you a deal you couldn't possibly refuse. If you don't accept, everyone here dies. Everyone. Either way, I get my weapons."

"Why do you want to kill us so much? We will give you the swords back, but I want a real chat from you." The girl said, walking closer to him and extending an arm to shake hands.

"it's in my nature to kill. We are born to kill, trained to, and pitted against each other in—sometimes—deathmatches, to test our strength. My people want me dead for the power I have. They consider it to be 'sacred' and 'forbidden.' But for me, it's a means to kill. A tool." Issei said, a wicked smile spreading on his face as he stepped towards the girl and shook her hand. "My deal to you is this: you will have my help when the need arises, and yes I will know when that need is."

The bullets fell to the sand and the barrier went down, but he was not defenseless. His body was still glowing a magnificent gold.

Issei sat across from the girl in a large office, soldiers stood around, holding their guns as if they were expecting an attack. His patience was already wearing thin a several places, and he wanted his weapons back. Now.

"Just a few questions, that's all." The girl said. "My name is Serana. What is yours?"

"My name is Issei."

"Nice to meet you." Serana said, extending her hand to shake once more. Issei didn't move and instead remained silent, looking down at her hand. Eventually, he took her hand into his and shook, but remained silent.

"My swords."

"I promise you will get them. Just a few more questions." The girl said, assuring him with a smile.

I swear on the life of my people… Issei thought, his patience almost broken completely now.

"About a day ago, an unknown flying object soared around the world at an unknown, extremely fast speed, making a full loop before shooting back out, glowing a bright as the sun itself. Do you know anything about it?" the girl asked, he face turned stone.

"Of course I do." Issei said, he looked at his right hand, he was a single push away from flattening this whole expanse fort. Such pettiness, he had spared them their lives, and they interrogate him? "That was me. Of course it was, you know this, why else would I come for my swords. Oh yeah, speaking of swords…"

"Impatient?" the girl joked, but the death glare she received from Issei was enough to put her in her place.

"My patience wore thin when you shot at me. Even more thin when you told me you have already tested on them." Issei admitted. "Hmm, you know? I think that, if I had my swords, I could be a little nicer." Issei said, having no intentions of having a chat. "I have somewhere to be, so if we could hurry this along?"

"Pfeff, like where? A godly being like you? What, do you have school?" the girl joked more.

"Yes." That shut her up.

"Okay, your people, what were they called?"

"We are called Chulelon, of the planet Nararaka. A warrior species. We have a natural affinity to energy and can use it to our will, or on this world, it would be known as magic. My planet is much like yours, though our land is unbroken and stretches for miles. Divided into three factions, we are constantly at war with ourselves, and the land between is uninhabitable from the conflicts." Issei explained, stopping himself from going to far.

"Three factions? Are each different?" the girl asked, leaning in and looking genuinely interested.

"Yes. Each of us fight differently, but I would prefer not to go too far in depth. The reason we are split is because of the beliefs we had about the Black Books." Issei told

"Black Books?"

"Yes, books that came from a planet similar to ours but different. Created by the ultimate lifeform, it is even undetermined which time period the books came from. Inside are pages telling about the division of 'God' and the creation of life. Inside him were planets, trillions, waiting to be released into his void, and when he died the division took place, and life began anew everywhere." Issei explained. "And after those first few pages in every book, the other pages are blank of words, and are instead filled with shapes and figures unknown to us and—as far as we know—everyone else. But the books give special abilities for reading them. But if the people weren't 'chosen' and they read it, the pain inflicted was tremendous, and certainly meant death."

The girl leaned forward and listened, intrigued, and it appeared the soldiers in the room shared the feeling.

"Only one person on Nararaka was able to read one, and the power and knowledge he gained was tremendous. The reign of his empire were our precursors, and the advancements he made alone are still enough to bewilder us."

"Only one could read them?" The girl asked

"No, he could read only one."

"And what about you?" one of the soldiers behind him asked.

"I was able to read them all. Breaking rules and destroying tradition. But what I gained was more the he ever could obtain." Issei said, a smile spreading across his face, as he planned to never tell about the things he saw or try to acknowledge them.

"What did you gain?"

As soon as she asked, the door swung open, and a man in a white lab coat walked forward, holding a case. And the change that emerged inside of him was instant and immutable. In a single heartbeat, the plodding nature of his situation was washed away by a profound, prickling awareness… one that matured into an aggression that he was unfamiliar with, but utterly disinclined to ignore.

He knew what was in the case, it was his swords. He stood from his seat, prepared to rip everyone in the room asunder so he could get at what they took from him. He took a step forward, bearing his frustrations and power. The man opened the case in fear as Issei began to walk forward.

The swords rested gently on the inside of the case, that looked specially designed to hold those swords. Issei reached in, grabbing the two chiseled Chisa Katana's and wielding them at his side.

"Issei, right? I trust we have your word about you aiding us?" Serana asked.

"If you didn't have my word, you wouldn't be alive." Issei said, sparing her a side glance. "I am leaving now."

"Do you believe he strayed on us?" Kiba asked, looking at the other members of the peerage.

"What was with that power of his? It was insane!" Akeno exclaimed, amazed at the occurrence.

"I don't believe he strayed. And even if he did, he would be quite the formidable target." Rias said, rubbing her head trying to think of something to do. Punishing him is not valid, he displayed his power and she knew punishment was out of question.

"The swords he lost during his fall." Koneko finally said, breaking the silence. All eyes shot up from their fidgeting, and expressions of shock appeared on their faces.

"His swords?" Rias asked, looking up slowly. "His swords! Of course!"

"Maybe we should help him?" Akeno proposed.

"Yeah, but we can't find him. Easily, anyway. He probably thought of that, knowing his amount of power." Rias countered, which left the group in silence once more.

"He doesn't like us." Koneko said after a steady minute of silence. "I don't know why, but he practically screams hate and war from his aura. I could feel it and its terrifying presence."

"He hates us? But why? What did we do?" Rias asked, her eyes widened slightly.

"Maybe… its just his nature." Koneko said, looking down at her lap, saddened that a boy –like her—hated her.

Issei flew over an open field and stopped as he felt something familiar. His eyes narrowed, as he scanned the barley field, mottled shadows racing across it, and the crops swaying heavily as storm clouds raced overhead. Something was out there, and he could feel it watching him. He floated in the air in darkness, and he narrowed his eyes to search the field once more before he flew off.

He stopped.

Through his peripheral vision, a line of barley crops moved opposite to the wind. Now, as the moon shone through a crack in the clouds, Issei was convinced he was not alone. Surely that whatever disturbed the crops normal flailing in the field was still nearby, and he an idea of what it was.

His heart began to race. Sure, the people on this planet were small fry to him, and his power was incredibly increased from the energy that wired this whole planet, but if someone from his planet came, now of all time, while he was untrained and unprepared, it would surely be the end.

Having almost a full day to himself and his thoughts wasn't a good remedy for him as his first day on earth as his thought were darker than ever before. Power got top his head easily now, and it was a great feeling.

The power in the field got stronger, and his memories flashed to back to his time in the arena on his planet. The revelation of the invisible predator now held a fear in him. He knew what to expect now.

His people have arrived. And they are hiding in the shadows for now, gaining more power.

Behind him, the air broke.

"You." The voice was low and angry, "I jumped after you and landed here."

Issei snapped around, swinging the swords in his arm. The swords were blocked by an opposing pair, the Ronin was blocking in an almost perfect stance. Issei's eyes widened as he knew what came next from the wicked fast and equally deadly warrior.

And he knew, simply holding their weapons did not make him a good fighter. And fighting on the terms of his species—which the lightning-fast Ronin certainly was—magic couldn't protect him. Not against the attacks these swords dealt. Magic battles like the one in the arena were used to determine the number of spouses one could obtain and was most often used for pleasure and destroying large, defenseless planets.

But those swords could cut through magic and bottle it up. Not good, not on this planet.

"You are weak." The man said. His sword moved like ferocious lightning, striking at Issei's sides, then his chest, then arms and legs, each pass leaving deep cuts.

Issei leaped back, each cut—all thirty plus—began to glow and heal. But the healing couldn't replace the pain that lingered in the cuts, a perk of the swords. The Aramusha, elite warriors, brash enforcers of torture and cruelty, capable of destroying thousands of live during war in a single day and still be opted to do more. They kill for joy rather than for the pride of Nararaka, hence why they have less power than the lowest class on Nararaka.

Elite warriors or not, they were far from being silent attackers or elegant attackers, but they move with the precision of a predatory cat and waste no movements. Fitting for the species they are. Their blades have always made short work of the enemy, and paved a stained road of blood to victory, all for pleasure.

"Touch not the cats of Nararaka unless you wear a glove." Issei murmured, his heart beating in his fear, shaking his head and rocking his limbs.

"Dauðinn blasir við þér!" The soldier yelled, dashing forward and delivering a kick that sent Issei sprawling back.

He's right. I am weak, and this certainly is the end. Issei thought, roughly catching what the warrior said, and noting that it wasn't from his faction, but he knew what it translated to nonetheless: Death beholds you!

"Jæja, til orusstu!" Issei yelled back after gaining his balance back. Well, to war we go!

Run. You can't fight him now! Run! It was the voice from earlier. Telling him what to do again.

But it was right, if he stayed, he would die. He needed to train himself, he needed speed and power. No level of natural talent or power and wits given from an object could best an Aramusha who slaved his life away for the sole purpose of killing.

The warrior swung a heavy right-hand side attack, and Issei slid into it, letting his swords guide the warrior's over him and away from him. Issei threw his arm up with all the might he could gather, stunning the warrior as his arms and swords were thrown behind him from the brute guard break.

Issei grabbed the soldier by his shoulder and used the hilt of the sword in his right hand to drill the warrior in the nose. Sending him back and further stunning him. Issei leaped away and used his time to jump and dash away with his extreme speed.

He knew he wasn't done yet, but any time was better than no time.

Maybe he does need allies. At least to use as tools if not for anything else.

"What are we going to do?" Rias asked, her head now resting in the palms of her hands again.

Everyone stood after several second of more silence, each feeling a heavy presence coming at them, and soon enough, a breeze of cold air gushed into the room as a window exploded behind them, sending shards of glass throughout the room.

Rias looked at her pawn in annoyance, "Issei! That was my window! Where have you… been?"

She stopped as her eyes landed on the many cuts in his clothes, each draped in blood and perfectly cut. Then she saw the two swords in his hands, intricate designs on the blade made them look almost godly.

"They followed me."

The message was cryptic, but the boy standing before them was scared. And he was the very embodiment of pure magic power, stronger than all of them combined and maybe stronger than Sirzechs himself. And seeing him covered in his own blood with torn clothes made them fear what was to come as well.

End of Chapter 2: They'll Follow You

Hey, its ya boy, a horrible fanfiction writer.

Let me know how I did. And this is one of many arcs. Nararaka isn't coming yet, no, that has a while. But Issei will not be overpowered compared to his people, now to Earth and those supernatural beings, he will be Extremely powerful. But, will he reach God like Ddraig said?

Before you flame this story, you know you are, everything is happening for a reason. Joining Rias' peerage was simply for protection on an alien world. And his people are coming for his ass, so yeah, he needs friends. Now if you fell to a new world, you would join a group that would make you more powerful as well, especially if they could help you. So if you (you know who you are and I hope you leave) could please think about the book before flaming it, that would be wonderful! Sorry my books aren't to your standards.

No, for all you beautiful people, of which I enjoy and love a lot even when you flame (not as bad as ^^^) I thank you for your support and constructive criticism. It really does mean a ton to me!

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