Im on my phone as i write this so bear with me.
Dredgen will essentialy for the time being have an unwanted harem. Let me explain why I am bringing this up.
Someone said that I am making Dredgen love all of them and since he is Death he should be impartial and uncaring. Death in my story is being forged throughout it. Tempered by loss and guilt while being alone. Only two people ever saw him as just a man. Auriel and Oryou. Huginn and Munnin are dead and died thinking him a monster. Auriel is lost. And at the moment he is still bearing with scars from his time in Braize. He only feels love for Oryou at the moment. Though it is similar to familial as they are dragons it is there none the less. The girls maybe falling for the dark brooding figure that he appears outwardly, but only Oryou at the moment knows of who he used to be and is attracted to him in both her primal dragon side and not being seen as a monster by Dedgen. I think I have hinted who she really is enough at this point. She was also the one saved in his flash back all those years ago. Also dealing with Akeno. He is best friends with Azazel and knew of the death of Shuri and Baraqial. Currently his dragon brand is trying to become stable since there is no soul for it be branded on. This explains why he has begun the bonding process with a few of the females.
Death is a mystery and an unkown even to the supernatural. The females are attracted to power exhumed by his dragon brand more than they are repulsed by his hollowness. Think of it like how Asia attracts dragons and calms them. Death's vessel so to speak is not only part dragon, but missing one of his three realms that being spiritual. With his soul missing this is where the name Dredgen Yor means Eternal Abyss. Death consumes all that is finality. And to be locked wihin his gaze is to never leave.
Raynare is a pervert and is going to be the female Issei. She will be the one that gathers a harem of lovers for her master/herself even if he does not care for it at the moment.
We think of deities and Death as uncaring and impartial, however I am trying to tell the story of why Death is that way. Tragedy has been had, Sirzechs lay dead and a new Desation the final one is arriving. More tradgedy will certainly be had.
Issei's harem: Koneko, Yumi, Xenovia, Asia, Irina, Gabriel.
As the story progresses Issei will become darker and more realistic. A protege of Death. Anyways that neither here nor there.
Some said I should give Rias back to Issei. Thoughts on this? I havent reached the point of no return yet.
Thanks once again for favorites, follows, and especially thank you for reviews. Hopefully I am writing Dredgen the way I am percieving him in my mind. And guests and members alike keep the reviews coming, I will try to answer any questions and sort out any misunderstandings.
Anywho here is a sneak peek at the next few chapters. May be subject to change by the time I release the chapters.
Only the three nigh ancient Archangels had the combat sense to erect a massive God class holy ward. Massive in structure and blindly with pure white Enochian text that swarmed as if of were alive and tainted mildly due to the fallen light.
"Brace yourselves!" Azazel yelled out. Not even giving enough time for anyone to ask why as suddenly the sound of a barrier that surrounded the entire battlefield shattered. Like the sound of screams and glass breaking. Only Azazel had enough combat experience to see everything. He watched as the spiraling streak of black and white about the size of a spear plowed through the massive barrier fueled by multiple devils, humans, and fallen. Through the hole in the wall of magic, the night sky began to burn a terrible gray-white. The spear, nay great arrow Azazel surmised, twisted space as it fell at immense velocity this was why it could penetrate the godlike barrier. The sound of a magic explosion and the roar of the magical fire engulfed the inside of the barrier at the school. Azazel saw the death that billowed over all present that could not erect a barrier in time. He saw what just one arrow fueled by the black-white fire that razed the environment and everything else around it to the ground.
All of the high-class beings that had not prepared began to pool their own strength into the barrier as the flames licked across the now multicolored barrier. After what felt like ages the flames receded leaving a desolate land with dark gray ash covering the ground. Large patches of fire still burned, where bodies that had more magical energy for the fire to use as tinder and consume were taking too long to turn to ash.
They waited within that swirling white and red Enochian and demonic ward looking upon all of the devastations. Through the towering lightning bolt like a crack in the broken outer barrier foul fog plumed inward covering the ground in the gray smoke. It swirled in a ghastly way covering those that lay still crackling in embers completely enshrouding the ground. The ghastly mist caused the black-white flames to take an even more ferocious and all-consuming appearance.
And then a figure seemingly drifted through that gap. The figure was swathed in a large hooded cloak. The cloak easily fell around his feet and was fashioned around his neck. The cloak was of grays and ribbons, but the ends tattered and blackened. Underneath the cloak, a similar colored long coat with tails that also reached near his feet was worn. Underneath black and silver, skin-tight body armor was donned. Black and silver combat pants and boots were worn for his lower half. Off of his shoulder hung a strap, that strap lead to a large quiver that fell around his waist. It peaked out from under the cloak. The arrows that rested within were large and imposing. They all looked like thorns, they were pitch-black with a few small edges coiling around the thin core, spiraling around it and somewhat curving outward. The sheer presence of the arrows was beyond absurd and rivaled that of the shards of Excalibur. The figure wielded a massive onyx bow. It is a matte black, western-style straight bow, with a simple design that had a guard on the front of the bow. The bow also exhumed a presence otherworldly to that of a normal weapon.
And then the figure spoke."They say. No blade for the Unraveler and the Weaver, But an arrow, wound with woe. For their foes, No end of suffering." The voice was undoubtedly a mans. It was deep and thrummed through the air in but a whisper, yet heard by all. It was cold and without much emotion. He then muttered something to himself and then spoke once more. It was an aria of sorts causing the ground to burst up blue gouts of spirit flame.
First comes destruction, for I am the bone of my sword
As it always had been, Steel is my body and fire is my blood
While the void always awaits, I always create over a thousand blades
I create nothing unknown to Death,
Nor forgive anything known to Life.
Have withstood pain to create many weapons, only to save nothing
Yet, those hands will never hold anything, for I just erase. Completely
So as I pray, Unlimited Blade Works!
Blinding light flooded the view of all present on the school campus.
