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Harry was watching the strange man sip on some firewhiskey with a sweatdrop on his face. "This guy breaks through my barriers, and just waits for me and asks for some booze. Who is guy?"
"Uhh, I never got your name you know," Harry, said while staring at the man.
The man stopped gulping down on the alcoholic drink, and put it on the table. "Oops, sorry I forgot to introduce myself. Anyway, I have many names, but my main one is Azazel, the leader of the Gregori and the Fallen Angels."
Harry stood up and pointed his wand at the man. "Were you the one who sent four fallen angels to torture and kill a nun names Asia Argento?" he asked angrily.
"You mean the nun with the Twilight Healing? Nope not me. I actually tell all my soldiers not to hurt any sacred gear wielders" Azazel answered truthfully.
"Wait why would you order that?"
"If there's one thing you must know about me, it's that I am first and foremost, a scientist. I like to study things. Learn and tinker with new and foreign objects. Or people," he said while looking at Harry.
"If you didn't send the order, who did?"
"Well, in the fallen angel ranks, there are many who wish to attack the devils or angels. There are many who wish to rule over the Fallen Angels. They see me as an odd fool who has head stuck in the clouds."
"So it could have been someone in your ranks. Do you have any idea of who?"
"I do in fact. And after the whole nun incident, I've started to keep a closer eye on the suspect. So don't worry."
Harry looked relieved at that, but then asked, "Besides that topic, what are you doing in my apartment?"
"Huh, oh yeah! I was waiting for you to come, so that we could chat," Azazel said while drinking some more firewhiskey.
"Chat about what?"
"Well, I was hoping to talk politics. You see, Sirzechs and I are trying to create peace, along with Gabriel. And you can help us by watching over Rias and Issei, and the bunch. That group is very important and in the near future and are going to help change the world. But we need someone to watch over them. Then you, the Boy-Who-Lived, the Master of Death, come along, and I'm like, yeah, he'll do. Basically, the three factions need you as their guardian. You're close to them, powerful, and already know about them. It's an obvious choice."
"How do you know about my titles?"
"Just had some spies go to Britain to pick up some more information on you. You had a very interesting childhood."
Harry glared at the man. "My childhood was shitty."
"Touché. Anyway, having a Destined One would be good for the group. They can get out of situations with fewer scraps."
"Wait, what do you mean a Destined One?"
"Well, it's a person that was chosen by destiny to do some amazing thing. And they always have had a high rate of survival. Except when it comes down to final battles. That's when they usually die and get revived for some reason. Very few actually stay dead."
"So act like a bodyguard as well as a teacher to them?"
"Yep. That's it." Azazel gave his firewhiskey one last go and stood up. He was almost out the door, before Harry asked him, "Azazel, I accept the proposition. But I have a question."
"Ahh, I knew you would. But what's on your mind?"
"What made you fall?"
"It's elementary, my dear Harry. It was breasts. A sweet, large, jiggling pair of breasts that shone in the light after being bathed in the clear ocean. So beautiful," he said while wiping away a crocodile tear.
"Great, what I need. Another super pervert on my hands" Harry thought.
With that, Azazel left Harry to ponder his thought.
Harry pushed his thought into the back of his brain and went to bed.
Rias was watching anime secretly, even though her bedtime was hours ago.
And Deadpool was eating chimichangas. Wait, what? Why is he here? Security, we have another Deadpool breach.
"What no! C'mon you can't take me away! I just need some love!" Wade shouted.
See Wade! He's tried to get to into my stories seven times now. Anyway, sorry if the chapter was boring. Kinda have writers block. Thanks!
