Answers to reviewers statements or questions

Crainium9: And Odin isn't a perverted old man that goes to strip clubs and God isn't dead. DxD mythologies are more of a template to work off then staying true to. Now I won't put in some new great God and say he's from Greek mythology when he's not (beside Zeth) but I had to make it interesting. You are right but I worked with what I got.

HollowSeven: While that sounds very interesting it wouldn't really matter to Pierce. He has Chi and Seismic Fist can go past any defense and hit the inner body. Dragon Slaying weapons exist to cut through the hard scales of a Dragon but Pierce can just ignore them (to some extent of course, depending on how strong he is compared to the Dragon). But I'll think on that man, that's a cool idea!

NOGARD: It's Chronos in DxD. I thought it was Cronos at first too but I looked it up.


Chapter 20: A Butterfly and a Devil's Request

Disclaimer: I do not own Highschool DxD but thank God for wish fulfillment. I own the OCs. Pierce is me with no filter and zero fucks.

Speech - "Hey, I'm Pierce."

Thoughts - 'I'm dead.'

Spells - "Jumon"


London

The Great capital of England was as active as ever. Many carts, wagons, and horses trudged on the paved concrete. Men went to work in the fields or to sell their wares and many women took their children on a hot afternoon stroll. In a corner of the beautiful city sat an abandoned store, the inside was much cooler then the outside and two people sat there in silence. One was a tall and beautiful browned haired woman that was reading a book. The other was an average looking man who was leaning back on his chair; he was blankly staring into space. A word has not been said between the two and blissful silence echoed throughout the building.

"Hey Thallo." Let's ruin that shall we?

"Yes?"

"Do you like butterflies?" I asked, earning a raised brow from the woman.

"…I find them pretty." She answered while flipping a page.

"Me too." I titled my head back, thinking about yesterday's events. "Hey Thallo."

"What?" She lowered her book this time.

"Do you know what the Butterfly Effect is?" I asked with a serious face.

"…No, I do not. What is it?"

"It's more of a theory then anything but it goes like this. A butterfly can flap its wings and cause a tornado on the other side of the world." I explained as I hunched forward and Thallo tilted her head.

"I don't believe butterflies can do that."

"Well of course not directly." I shrugged and continued. "But if the conditions are met, a simple flap from a butterfly can kick start a tornado."

"Oh, so you mean as long as a tornado is on the verge of forming the wind from a butterflies' wings can help it form?"

"Exactly!" I nodded and smiled.

"That is an interesting theory; a small variable can affect a far larger outcome." Thallo held her chin in thought before looking at me. "But why are you telling me this?"

"…What do you like to read Thallo?" I randomly asked that question and she quirked a brow. Regardless, she thought for a second before answering.

"I like to read stories on adventure and romance."

"And that book you're reading is one of those genres?" I pointed to the book on her lap and she nodded her head.

"Yes it is. It's about this thief that steals from the rich and gives to the poor. He goes on adventures with his merry band and finds true love." Thallo seemed pretty passionate about her book as she described it with a happy tone (her face was always stoic so I can only guess her mood from her voice).

"…So you're reading Robin Hood?" I made a strange face. "Wait does that mean Robin Hood was real? Or is he just folklore?

"I don't know." Thallo answered honestly. "Possibly, all I know is that I really like his stories."

"Huh…a question for another day I guess." Multiple pantheons exist in DxD, doesn't seem like a stretch that Robin Hood was real. "Anyway, you like Robin Hood and who he becomes right?"

"Yeah."

"So now imagine you were put inside the story. But you end nowhere near Robin Hood and you go through life like you normally would. Do you think you would have an impact on the story where you are?"

"…Depends." Thallo crossed her legs and tilted her head in thought. "How far exactly am I from Robin Hood?"

"Far. So far that it's actually funny and you would take a long time to get to him." I said the conditions and Thallo thought for a second.

"Well, if I'm that far from him, then I would probably have no impact on the story at all and I would live out my natural life." She gave a reasonable answer.

"That's how it should be right?" I sighed and leaned back again.

"But…" I looked at Thallo.

"But?"

"If I were take in what you said earlier, you know about the butterfly effect, then just being there would be a small "flap" that would cause a "tornado" where Robin Hood is, altering the story." Thallo finished and I could feel the pit in my stomach become heavier.

"…Yeah, that's what I figured too." I rubbed my face and looked out into space again.

"Are you writing a book?" Thallo asked randomly. "Is there a character in your book that affects the protagonist in this way?"

"Yeah, I am." I might as well go with that, the real reason is way more complicated.

"What did this character do?" I closed my eyes at Thallo's question and took a second. Then I answered.

"…He may have prevented a perverted teenager from getting a god slaying weapon and now he'll probably live his normal life without ever becoming a harem king."

"…"

"…"

"…Huh?" And I lost her (this time wasn't even on purpose). Wryly smiling, I waved my hand and told her not to worry about it. "Well, if you ever finish that book I would like to read it." Thallo offered and I gave a small smile.

"You got it Thallo. I'm still at the beginning but I'll let you know." The gate woman nodded at this and went back to her book. I sat there in my chair and went into deep thought. After the fight against Gael and the anger and adrenaline wore off, I reviewed my actions and came to a definitive conclusion.

I may have just royally fucked up.

From day one that I found out I was in DxD, I knew things wouldn't be the same. And no, I don't mean in I'm going to purposely go out of my way to change the plot or become high king of super humanity. I mean my entire existence is not supposed be in DxD. Maybe "true" Pierce existed in this time period and went on to have a happy life in the small town. Probably becoming a farmer like Mason or a seamstress like Maddie, not joining a party to kill a God. Hell, for all I know Zeth did exist in DxD before canon and an Emissary took him out (I mean the Greek Gods were around in the modern day so he obviously didn't win). Point is Adrian, Maven, Vargas, Zeth, Melissa, etc. they all probably existed in DxD and they just lived somewhere far from canon (the ones that lived long enough to reach it anyway).

But I, Pierce/Dakin, did not belong in DxD. That I 100 percent believed to be true, a guy that has read the story of DxD doesn't pop into it and become canon. That's not how that works! I'm not going to start contemplating the meaning of my existence or something like that (that would be way too much work) but I've always known this and I've kept it at the back of my head, leaving it for later. Some dark, cynical corner of my mind assumed I would never get that far and do something that would change the larger course of DxD. And I fully agreed with it.

Then I killed an owner of the Boosted Gear.

Now that alone wouldn't have me so turned over. It's what can come from doing that, that has me close to praying to Michael and confessing my sins. Issei will one day get the Boosted Gear, become a Devil, gain a harem, and then lead the Underworld to a bright new age. That is what's supposed to happen.

But I don't know anymore.

The Boosted Gear had many past owners over the years and every single one of them has died, be it by natural or supernatural causes. It has seen the passage of time and it ultimately reached the modern age, being born into the main protagonist of DxD Issei Hyoudou. But there has now been one, small interference. Me. I don't know if Gael was supposed to die that day and I know for a fact he wasn't supposed to killed by me. Was he supposed to die against a Divine Dividing user? Was he supposed to live his natural life then die of old age? Hell, did he become a Devil and still die because of the Civil War? Maybe a lot of stuff went differently but now I'm here and probably messed up the series of events that lead up to Issei gaining the Boosted Gear.

'Of course I could be overreacting.' I idly thought that as I stared into space. 'Maybe Issei will still get the Boosted Gear. Maybe killing Gael won't have that large of an effect on the timeline and everything will end up okay…Oh son of a bitch I fucked up.' I groaned and chastised myself for my very stupid decision. I honestly didn't feel remorse for killing Gael (that whole shtick about how it's different to kill a human than a supernatural creature is just some bullshit some idiot made up to make himself feel better.) but the consequences of doing so are no joke. And the biggest kick to the balls in all of this?

I may now have a White Dragon Emperor coming after my ass. How do I know this? Let's go back a couple of hours to answer that.


3 Hours Earlier, Mephisto's Office

I sat down on a luxury chair while Jade laid on my lap. The office was quite modern in terms of style, fur carpet, a large fireplace, shelf's full of (I'm assuming) magic books, and a very nice wooden desk. Behind the desk sat the legendary Devil himself, Mephisto Pheles. Mephisto was a middle aged man with gelled hair that was a mixture of red and blue. He had heterochromia with one eye red and the other blue (they kind glowed in the light so it was pretty cool to look at). After the fight in the Arena, Maven and I were teleported to some healing room to be treated. We met with Melissa and she told us her opponent gave up when she saw her teammates being defeated. Lea came over to us and handed us back Maven's necklace along with the Mirror of Isis. If you ever asked Maven what happened after she'll say she gave a dignified respond. She cried, a lot. Then gave both Melissa and I bone crushing hugs while thanking us repeatedly. I just wish she didn't do that while I was being healed.

'For a magician without super human strength she can give a mean hug.' I grimaced remembering the strong grip as a medical magician healed my charred body. After I was fully healed Lea reminded me about my appointment and I dragged my tired body to Mephisto's office. That was 30 minutes ago. He's said nothing that entire time; the Devil just stared at me for half an hour and I stared back. '…Without context that sounds awesome.'

"Well Mr. Pierce." Mephisto finally spoke and he had a sophisticated voice. Like a noble. "I must say, I did not expect so many things to happen today." I raised a brow at that.

"What do you mean? What's happened?"

"It's actually funny you say that, you should be the one most knowledgeable about these events." I tilted my head at Mephisto's words and he grabbed a paper on the side. He reached out to give me it and I stared at it. I slowly grabbed the paper and looked at the cover, it said Devil Times.

'…The Underworld has newspaper?' I made a strange face but I wasn't really surprised. While humans haven't created newspapers yet because of technological limitations, an entire race of beings that had imagination magic definitely didn't have this problem. I read the first few lines and I couldn't help the smile that came on my face. It talked about how the Buné Clan, who were previously on the side of the old descendents and were putting in their vote to restart the Great War, now switched ships. They joined the Anti-War side and made an effort to show their dislike towards mindless violence. The most vocal was the young princess of the Devil house, Sophia Buné. 'Heh, I guess we're even now huh?'

"I'm glad you're happy about this." Mephisto spoke up and I narrowed my eyes at the Devil's tone. He did not sound happy.

"Another Devil house doesn't want to go to war just because their old leaders had a hard on for world domination, now that's something to celebrate." I placed the newspaper on the desk and Mephisto snorted.

"Well…they were idiots weren't they?" He sounded less harsh this time and waved his hand, a tea set appeared with 2 full cups. He grabbed one and nodded to the other. "Do you want some?"

"Sure." I grabbed the other cup and held it up to smell it. It smelled good. "But yeah they were. I mean, they wanted war to fulfill some stupid goal like ruling the world. What would they even do with the whol-" I stopped as I tasted the tea and blinked. "…This sucks." I stared down at the cup and Mephisto made a weird face.

"…Really?" He stared down at his own and back at mine. "Here let's switch." We switched cups and I took a sip of his. Yep, it sucked too.

"Who makes this?" I asked and pushed the tea away. Sue me, after being around a tea fanatic like Vargas you gain a higher standard for the drink.

"I make this." Mephisto answered honestly. "I give this out to lots of people I meet; no one's ever said it's bad."

"Yeah well it is." I shrugged and Mephisto narrowed his eyes at me.

"What if you just have bad taste?"

"…Give me a moment." I rubbed my space ring and took out Camellia sinensis leaves. "Can I borrow a kettle?" Yes, I have the leaves in my space ring but not the kettle. I'm weird. Mephisto narrowed his eye again before taking out a kettle.


5 Minutes Later

"…Mine does suck." Mephisto took a sip of my tea and was shocked. "I wonder why no one has said anything."

"…I think you just answered your own question." No one's going to tell the director of the Magic Association his tea sucks. "If you really want to get better at making tea then don't use magic. Magic's good for a lot of things but not tea." Mephisto nodded at my words.

"I'll keep that in mind. But how do you-hang on!" Mephisto abruptly said. "This is not why I wanted to meet you!" I chuckled when he finally realized.

"Sorry about that, I like to get sidetracked a lot." I gave an apologetic smile and got serious. "So why did you want to meet me?" The fight in the Arena was definitely not an hour and a half long. It was 30 minutes top, so Mephisto speed up my appointment to meet me.

"While it's my job to introduce new magicians into the association, I did want to meet the human that caused a shift in the Devil's political scene."

"I'm sorry to tell you this but I think you got the wrong guy. I've never been to the Underworld and I don't know anyo-" I stopped and remembering the paper. "…Oh."

"Yes, oh." Mephisto smiled and leaned forward. "I have many contacts Mr. Pierce and for something like what happened in Hakone, well let's just say I didn't need to go far to get the full story."

"…You just asked them didn't you?" I deadpanned

"…Anyway." Mephisto avoided the question and pointed at the paper. "You're actions have caused quite the disparity in Devil politics. The Buné Clan is a very influence house, they were one of the assault corps in the Great War and they made many military accomplishments. The one's who ran the Clan before were interested in restarting the war and the old descendants hoped they would be a leading force in the government. Their vanguard so to speak."

"But Simon and Sophia came back." I added and he nodded.

"They were the rightful heirs but since their father died years ago and their mother met an…unfortunate end, distant relatives tried take control. It also didn't help that they went after the killer of their mother and were captured by one of Zeth's Generals. At that point, the Buné Clan was all but officially part of the faction that wanted war and the political scene was leaning towards the old descendants."

"…Then Simon and Sophia came back…" I said once more but a thought entered my mind and I felt a pit in my stomach. 'No…No there's no way.'

"Simon Buné had many more followers then Sophia Buné, so when he returned the control of the house quickly went back to its rightful owners." Mephisto stood up and walked to his fireplace, not seeing my pale face. "His sister convinced him to join the Anti-War faction and he agreed, throwing the old descendants for a loop. While they tried to convince him otherwise he didn't budge and they had to find a new vanguard."

"…Who's the new vanguard?" I cautiously asked, really hoping what I was thinking was wrong.

"The Belial Clan." Mephisto said with a pointed look and the pit in my stomach became deeper. "The Belial's are pretty low in terms of status among the Pillars and that's mainly because of their results in the Great War." Mephisto walked back to his desk and sat down. "The old descendants promised to wipe clean their past performance and give them a chance to do better in the new Great War. The Belial's were also promised more land and higher status. They couldn't agree faster." Mephisto shook his head at the Belial's decision and drank his tea.

'…Shit.' That was all that came to mind as I processed what Mephisto said. '…Shit.' I was still processing. After cursing about 10 more times, I fell into deep thought and finally accepted what I did.

I changed history.

Sairaorg had a member of the extinct Buné Clan in his peerage. The Buné Clan was going to join the Old Satan Faction and were eventually going to butt heads against the Anti-Satan faction in the Devil Civil War. But Simon and Sophia came back, completely changing the fate of their clan. What did that mean? It meant that Sophia and Simon never made it back to their clan in the original timeline. It meant that the Buné Clan was destroyed in the Civil War and the last remaining member joined Sairaorg's peerage. It meant….

I changed history

'Holy mother of God in Hell…' I was shell shocked as Mephisto kept talking but I didn't hear a thing. The Devil siblings never escaped from Shiruku or were probably killed by Yeqon in the original timeline but because I'm here they were saved. I told Sophia to join the Anti-Satan Faction and now most likely their clan won't be eradicated. And now with the Old Satan Faction losing their strong ally they needed a new one. They chose the Belial's. '…And I caused it.' I rubbed my forehead. I personally never really cared for Diehauser or the Belials, I don't have anything against them but I didn't like them either. The real problem was their honestly bullshit if you think about it clan ability.

Worthless. A power that allows them to nullify any offensive and defensive ability as long as they understand the properties of said ability.

Now, this doesn't seem like a big problem to current Devil society because the political power of the Belial's is pretty low and the Anti-War faction is growing bigger by the day. But I know they'll be going to war against each other soon and the Belial's power is going to be a real pain to deal with. How do I know this? Instead let me ask you this, what do you have when you take a clan, whose sole power is to nullify another's if they understand them, and then pit them against the ones they've fought alongside for a millennium?

'…Whoops.' I sighed and leaned back into my chair. Granted with monsters like Sirzechs and Ajuka the odds of the Anti-Satan Faction winning are still pretty damn high. 'Actually, I think I read somewhere the Belial's did badly in the Civil War too so I could be overreacting.' I idly thought but I still felt bad, the Belials might be wiped out for being a vanguard now. Then again, I would have saved the siblings and told them to join the Anti-Satan Faction regardless of the fact. I don't feel that bad.

"Mr. Pierce?" Mephisto spoke up and brought me back to reality. I looked at him and he gave me an inquiring stare. "Is everything alright?"

"…Yeah, everything's fine." I slowly nodded and chose to stop thinking about it. I couldn't do anything about it now and like hell was I going to regret helping the siblings. "What were we talking about?"

"I was talking about your performance in the Arena today." Mephisto spoke and I nodded my head in pride.

"That was pretty impressive huh?" I held my head high and had a smug smile. What can I say? Beating a guy who had a mid-tier Longinus does wonders for your confidence! Mephisto nodded.

"Yes, it truly was a sight. I myself was surprised when you managed to prevail with such a…limited arsenal." And Mephisto was being honest. It was a rare for a "normal" human to beat another with a regular Sacred Gear. For it to be a Longinus Class? Now that was something Mephisto needed to personally deal with.

"I guess I was born under the right star." I continued being smug and petted Jade arrogantly. Now I know why Aindrea is always so full of himself, this feels great! I mean I beat a guy with Issei's broken power! That's just awes- '…Issei.' My eyes widened and my smile slowly went away, then I started sweating. Mephisto tilted his head at me.

"What's wrong Mr. Pierce?" I didn't react as my mind went into overdrive, quickly figuring the problem I may have just caused. One word came to mind.

"Butterfly…" I said faintly and Mephisto made a confused face.

"…Butterfly?"

"Butterfly."

"…"

"…"

"…I'm sorry but what? What does that mean?" Mephisto finally couldn't take it and asked. I didn't answer as the weight of what I did hit me full force. I changed the fate of the Buné Clan and with it, altered the direction the Belial Clan would go. If I could do that…then I probably just messed up Issei's fate. Honestly, I'm too far back in time for my actions to have that big of an effect but one theory entered my mind.

The Butterfly Effect. A minute localized change in a complex system can have large effects elsewhere. My "minute" choice to kill Gael steered the course of the Boosted Gear's path, and now there exists a chance Issei won't get it. It's a small chance, but a chance that exists regardless. All because of my actions.

'…God damn time travel.' I sighed and rubbed my eyes, looking back at Mephisto. "It's nothing, I'm just randomly talking."

"…Very well." Mephisto nodded understandingly and pulled up another sheet. "This is the form to enter the Magician Association; you'll need to talk with the leaders of the other organizations to join them." I nodded and took the form, writing down my information. Maven told me I could freelance like her or join an organization, it was up to me. There were obvious benefits for joining an organization like protection, missions to gain money, and their own private library of magic. I probably won't join any organization though, freelancing sounds more my style (it would also be a problem when I make my mercenary association). Mephisto took back my form and stamped it, handing me another sheet with a magic circle on top. "Here, this will be your ticket back here." I took the sheet and looked it over before putting it in my space ring.

"Is that all?" I asked and Mephisto nodded.

"Yes, that should be all. Welcome to the Magician's Association Mr. Pierce and I wish you luck." I thanked Mephisto for his words and moved to get up. I walked to the door but stopped when Mephisto called for me. "Mr. Pierce?"

"Yes? What is it?" I looked back at the Devil and he gave me a weird look.

"Nothing, it's just…you're quite calm for a man in your position." Mephisto said and I frowned.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You killed this generation's Red Dragon Emperor Mr. Pierce."

"Yeah I know that." I wryly smiled at how proud I was of that a minute ago. Mephisto had a thoughtful expression as he looked at me.

"And yet, I get the feeling you're not worrying about the right thing." I quirked a brow at Mephisto's cryptic words and he continued. "You know about the Red Dragon Emperor so you must have heard of his rival, the White Emperor yes?"

"…I have." Why was he bringing this up?

"They have been a war against each other for a couple of centuries and many, if not all, of their possessors fight to the death when meeting. Now, that's not to say they've only ever died against each other, plenty have died against other supernatural beings." Mephisto leaned on his desk and stared right at me.

"…Please tell me you're not saying what I think your saying." If so then today has not been my day.

"Unfortunately Mr. Pierce, I am. Whenever one dies to an outside party, the other tracks down the one who did it and fights them. And trust me, they can be real tenacious. "

"That…makes no fucking sense!" I made my feelings on the matter clear. "I mean, are they rivals who want to kill each or close friends, they can't be both! All you supernatural beings make no sense!"

"You're not wrong." Mephisto shrugged at my outburst. His race wasn't known for making rational decisions so he's not going to argue otherwise. "But that won't stop the current Divine Dividing user from coming after you."

"…Son of a bitch." I leaned against the door and Jade rubbed against my cheek, wondering what was wrong. "Oh it's nothing girl. Just another Longinus user is going to try and kill me because of the irrational Dragon in their body."

"…" If Jade could talk, she would definitely say what. Mephisto just lightly chuckled and spoke up.

"Of course, I could help you with that problem."

"…I am not giving you my soul." I narrowed my eyes at the Devil and he scoffed.

"Please, taking souls as currency is actually really impractical. The only reason we used to do that was because the 4 Idiots thought it really showed how evil Devils were." Mephisto opened a drawer in his desk and took out an envelope. "I need you to do a job for me."

"What job?"

"I need you to go to the Belial's home and give the current head this letter." Mephisto placed the envelope on the table. "I can't do it because I stopped being involved in the government long ago and anyone affiliated with me can't go or they'll see it as me putting my hand where it doesn't belong."

"…That sounds very annoying." I deadpanned.

"Welcome to Devil politics." Mephisto smiled and crossed his arms. "You however are human and not under me. You can go into the Underworld and come out without raising suspicion."

"Really? No one will question that?" That didn't sound right.

"You'd be surprised. It will raise a couple of looks but most of the Devils you meet will leave you alone. Especially with current tensions, no one has time to pay attention to an unaffiliated human. If you do this then I'll have my contacts keep an eye on the White Dragon Emperor and inform you when they're moving." I thought on Mephisto's offer and was tempted. I may have won against Gael but who's to say the White Dragon Emperor wasn't stronger and smarter. They might just sneak attack when I go after another General and that would be very bad. He also offered me a spot in his organization Grauzauberer and they were considered the faction with the most freedom. He gives members very few rules to follow and rarely orders them to do anything. But I had to ask one thing.

"Why do you care so much?" I asked curious about Mephisto's request. With his overall attitude in the future, I didn't understand why he wanted me to do this. Mephisto got quiet for a second before speaking.

"Because I owe the original Belial, he helped me out before and I promised to look after his house. Being involved with the descendants of those old bastards is not going to end well for them." Mephisto wryly smiled and I finally understood.

'So that's why he was so upset. The reason the Belial's are in this position is because the Buné Clan jumped ship…which was caused by the siblings coming back…which happened because I saved them…and they switched sides because I told Sophia to do s- okay this is all my fault really.' Sighing, I walked up and grabbed the letter. "I'll try my best to get this letter to the clan head. I may need some time since I don't know when I'm going to face another General." Mephisto waved his hand.

"Don't worry about time; it doesn't have to be done immediately. The War faction is trying to make more allies and they'll busy for a while. If you really can't do it then burn that letter, there's a seal on it so only the head can open it. This letter shows where one of the gates of the Underworld is." He took out another note and gave it to me. I nodded my head and shook Mephisto's hand. "Good luck."

"…Why do I feel nervous when you say good luck?" I joked and Mephisto chuckled.

"It's a crazy world we live in Mr. Pierce. Power and luck are really the only 2 things you can count on."

'Truer words have never been said.' I bowed to Mephisto once more before leaving the room.


Mephisto watched Pierce leave the room and close the door; the office once again entered a calm silence. The fireplace lit up the room with its warmth as the legendary Devil finished meeting with the interesting human.

"…He's not what I was expecting." A voice rang out room and Mephisto tilted his head in the direction it came from. A man with shoulder length black hair and a magicians robe stood in the corner of the room. The man stared at the door Pierce left and had a pensive look.

"I agree. He's not like many powerful humans I've met." Mephisto off handily said as he took another sip of tea. '…Have I really been making tea that bad and no one said anything?' Mephisto felt a little insulted now.

"He had the arrogance down for a moment but it looked more playful then anything." The man has seen his fair share of fools who were drunk on their power and strutted around like they were greater than they were but not Pierce. 'Actually, the way he spoke seemed like genuine happiness then arrogance.' The man idly thought as he took a seat. "So what do you think?"

"About the tea? I think if someone had told me then I would have neve-"

"Not the tea Mephisto." The man groaned and rubbed his face at his leader's eccentricity. "I mean about the fight. He killed this generation's Red Dragon Emperor, word gets around fast and he'll have attention on him soon." Now Gael wasn't the strongest Boost Gear user but he was strong and he knew how to use it well. If Pierce also had a Longinus Class Sacred Gear then the higher ups in the supernatural world wouldn't really care. It would just be a human with a powerful tool killing another human with a powerful tool. But Pierce didn't have a Longinus; hell the guy didn't even have a regular Sacred Gear or a Holy/Demon Sword. It's possible he was a spirit inheritor but none of the abilities he showed implied that (nor did their information network find anything out). Pierce killed a possessor of a god slaying weapon with only Chi, a Familiar, and a very small arsenal of magic spells. Now that will draw some attention. 'Especially from a certain 12 winged Fallen Angel.'

"It'll be fine Georg." Mephisto waved his hand at the hero descendant and leaned back in his chair. "He's part of an Emissaries' party so he has basic protection from the Greek Gods. Joining the association was also good timing since that adds another layer of protection. Besides, he doesn't seem the type to be under anyone, he won't be easily swayed."

"And if a group chooses to ignore all of that?" Georg asked.

"Then he'll have to deal with it, just like everyone else." Mephisto hummed and made another portion of tea. There was no such thing as guarantees in the world they lived in and many times you had to pull your own ass out of the fire. 'Though I get the feeling he'll be just fine.' Georg leaned back and sighed.

"If you say so, I just hope he gets to reach his full potential." Georg, like his grandfather, was not an easily impressed man but after seeing Pierce's abilities he was more than intrigued. It was incredibly rare for a human to use something other than magical artifacts or abilities granted by Gods and Demons. Georg really wanted to how far Pierce could go but one thing was bothering him. "Why didn't you just send me to the Underworld? I could have easily done it."

"…Yes, because sending the descendant of my main contractor won't be suspicious at all." Mephisto deadpanned and Georg humphed.

"Please, I could get in and out without anyone finding me."

"Let's call that plan B." Mephisto shook his head at Georg's claim and stood up, walking towards the book shelf. "The reason I sent him is because he can cause the least amount of problems if caught but also because he's the reason the Belial's are in this situation. He should clean up his own mess at least." Mephisto made a quick "ah" and took out a book from the shelf. He opened it and wrote Pierce's name down in a column, the letters glowing before disappearing.

"You're putting his name down there already?" Georg asked, seeing how Mephisto took out the Grauzauberer registry and put Pierce's name down. "I thought you were going to let him join after completing the mission."

"Nah that was just an excuse. From what my sources tell me, he learned to use magic in just a couple of days and already has 2 spells in his arsenal. He's more than qualified to join. Besides, he doesn't seem the type to go back on a promise." Mephisto smiled and put the registry back. Georg deadpanned.

"Right….it has nothing to do with the fact he's something you haven't seen before."

"Hahahaha." Mephisto laughed and smirked at the hero descendant. "I am a Devil too you know?" Georg snorted, which only made Mephisto chuckle a bit more, and then he was gone. Mephisto sat back down in his seat and took a moment of rest, staring out into empty space. He thought back to all the events of the last couple of months and a smile slowly appeared on his face. 'It never gets boring does it?' That's the beauty of having a lifespan in the thousands and dozens of supernatural factions around. There's always something to keep you entertained and Mephisto had the feeling things were about to get a lot more interesting.

He had no idea.


Back to Pierce

I sat in the store next to Thallo, waiting for Melissa and Maven to return. After the appointment, Maven needed to go back to her old magic school to get her mother's locket. The Mirror of Isis needed Maven's blood and something close to her mother's heart. Melissa went with her and I chose to stay back, my mind trying to work out a solution to my many mistakes.

'Well…I wouldn't call them mistakes.' At the end of the day, I'd much rather have Sophia and Simon alive at the expense of the Belial Clan. I knew the siblings; I didn't know any of the Belial's. Gael's death was justified and only time will tell if Issei ever get's the Boosted Gear. The White Dragon Emperor however…

"We're back!" Melissa walked through the front door with Maven coming up behind. I welcomed them back and Melissa put the mirror on a side table. I got up from my chair and walked over; Maven took out a golden locket along with a knife and placed them next to the mirror. She looked nervous.

"Hey." I patted Maven on the back and smiled. "It'll be alright. Like you said you're parents aren't the type to die easily. They're probably just stuck somewhere and are waiting for their genius daughter to come rescue them." That seemed to have helped as Maven gave a small smile and her shoulders became more relaxed. She grabbed the knife and moved her hand above the mirror. Pricking her finger, the blood flowed down into the mirror and Melissa moved to open the locket. Inside was a picture of an older man with a woman and a little girl. The little girl looked like a miniature Maven and she looked really happy. 'She has her mother's hair.' I idly observed as the mirror started to glow, absorbing Maven's blood and a white light covered the locket. We all watched with rapt attention (Thallo also came to watch) and the Mirror of Isis became foggy before clearing up. Like a video, the mirror showed us a large room with cabinets, an alchemist stand, and a desk full of magic books. Sitting in front of the desk was a woman. She had brown, curly hair with a beautiful face and a voluptuous body. She was lightly humming as she wrote down in some kind of diary.

"Mom…" Maven said lightly. Her voice seemed strained and her hand shook as she grabbed the mirror. She held it up and stared at the image of her mother, tears gathering at her eyes. The image lasted for a couple of minutes before it went away and it returned to being a normal mirror. We stood in silence as Maven placed the mirror back down. Melissa and I looked at each other; we were both worried on how quiet the mage was being. I took a step forward and placed a hand on Maven's shoulders.

"Hey Maven, you alrigh-" I didn't get to finish as the mage quickly hugged me, her arms wrapped around my torso and she nestled her head into my chest. I looked down at her in mirth but any sarcastic joke I had about how "I was flattered but taken" never came out as I heard Maven soft sniffles. I could feel her tears on my shirt and I gave a small smile before hugging her back. Melissa also came and joined the hug. We stood there as Maven faintly cried and Thallo walked to the back of the store, probably to give us some privacy. After a couple of minutes Maven let go and rubbed her eyes.

"I-I'm sorry." Maven said quietly and she was blushing in embarrassment. I shook my head.

"You don't need to feel sorry Maven." She didn't. No matter how nonchalant she acted about her parents, it didn't change the fact that she hasn't seen or heard from them for a decade. At that point most people would have just accepted their loss but Maven never gave up and believed her parents were alive. In a way, that was harder to do since keeping that hope for so many years would make it even more devastating when you find out their really dead. Here's to small miracles. I frowned when Maven looked down at the mirror and her face became conflicted. "What is it?"

"I…" She hesitated before speaking. "I just don't understand. If she's alive then why hasn't she come back for me? Why hasn't she told me she was alive? Why…" Maven stared getting teary for a different reason now and she looked really confused (not the good kind).

"Are you going to stop?" I abruptly asked and Maven looked at me. "Are you going to stop looking for them?"

"W-What!? No!"

"Then let's leave those questions for later." I shrugged and put my hand on Maven's shoulder. "You know you're mothers alive now. Just be happy about that. You can ask her all those questions when we find her." Maven hesitantly nodded before giving me a weird look.

"We?"

"Yes we." I snorted at the questioning tone. "What? You thought that after helping you get the mirror we'd stop there? Yeah sorry but I don't half ass anything, I'm helping you find your mom or my name ain't Pierce."

"Me too!" Melissa spoke up and gave Maven a big smile.

"…" Maven had no words as she looked at us like we just said something incredibly strange (and I'm an expert on weirdness so I would know). She looked down and held the mirror to her chest before giving a faint "thank you". I chuckled at her shy tone and looked at the door leading to the back…where Thallo was poking her head out, observing us with a book in her hand. She was writing something down and nodded at me when I locked eyes with her. I slowly nodded back and she went back out of view. '…I should probably ask her about that…nah.' After Melissa teased Maven a little on how she got anywhere without us, we went to the back and Thallo opened the gate to Olympus.


Thallo closed the gate and walked back to her seat. Sitting down, she took out the book she was writing in and looked at the cover.

The Tale of Pierce the Human

Smiling, Thallo started writing down the prologue. She was inspired from Pierce's confession on writing a book and hoped to make a story that match the one he was writing. Thallo wanted to ask Pierce on where he came from but that would give away what she was doing.

In a land far, far away there once lived a boy named Pierce. Young Pierce was the son of a mighty king and heroic warrioress and he lived up to their great names. He had the strength of 10 men with the speed of a cheetah and a kind heart. He was loved by his people and he loved them back. At the ripe age of 18, Pierce set out to find his destiny and met with the Olympians. Pierce accepted their plea to save them from the Monster God Zeth and he set out with his allies to slay the evil God. So started the adventure for justice, love, and everlasting peace…

Thallo smiled and furiously wrote in her book, her creative thoughts just pouring out on the pages. The gate woman couldn't wait to trade books with Pierce and all that could be heard in the empty store was the scribbling of an inspired writer.


Olympus, Hot Springs

"Now this is the life…" I sighed contently, the hot spring water reaching up to my shoulders. After the grueling fight and wave of headaches, a trip to a relaxing spa in a mythical heaven is just what the doctor ordered. Samantha told the group about this place and it was only now I took the time to come. Oh the wasted time. 'What was that earlier though?' I frowned, remembering the sudden feeling of guilt that overtook me. Did I suddenly grow a conscious and felt bad for what I did to the Belials? Or maybe it was for killing Gael? Regardless, I didn't get the chance to think on it further as Melissa rose from under the water.

"Ah! That's refreshing!" Melissa sighed in contentment and poured more water over herself, allowing the soothing water to cascade down. Naturally she was completely naked and I was transfixed as the water flowed down her stunning figure. I got a front row seat of Melissa rubbing soap all over herself and I shamelessly stared when she bent over to get more soap from the side. I could see everything clear as day. I think I bled a little from my nose.

'…Issei you poor, poor bastard…' A part of me honestly never got the whole "guy being completely enamored with the female form" cliché. I liked woman as much as the next guy and sex is awesome (Bouchujutsu is another realm of amazing) but I've never felt worship towards the female form...I get it now though. All it took was being transported to a fictional universe and dating a drop dead gorgeous supernatural leopard princess. '…I fucking love my life!' I had a wide grin on my face and saw Melissa giving me a small smirk.

"You know, as much as I would like a compliment you're silence is flattering enough." Melissa laughed when I blushed and looked away in embarrassment. She walked up to me and straddled my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck. "And why are you embarrassed? You've already seen everything."

"Doesn't mean I'm used to it…" I said low and Melissa smiled in a teasing way. I may have had a couple of girlfriends in my past life but none of them flaunted their body to me like the Shadow Yokai did. It was also because Melissa was far prettier and sexier then the majority of them (I mean she has a body most porn stars would kill for). '…Actually, that's all anime women everywhere now that I think about it.' Melissa just turned about and sat on my lap, handing me a bottle of hair wash. I grabbed it and poured some on my hand, quickly rubbing my hands through Melissa's hair.

"Ahhhh…" Melissa gave a sigh of contentment as I washed her hair and I tried to ignore her really soft butt on my lap. I handled my girlfriend's silky black hair with care and after making I did a thorough job, I grabbed a bucket that was sitting on the side.

"Close your eyes." I said as I filled the bucket with the spring's water and poured it over Melissa's head. I did it once more and she opened her eyes, giving me a quick thank you. She leaned back on my chest and I hugged her close. We sat there in the warm water and all that could be heard was the water calmly flowing. I rested my face in Melissa's hair and took a sniff. It smelled like lemons. It was a nice smell on her. Moments like this help me forget I was in a crazy world where beings that can bust mountains and islands like there pebbles are in the dozens. '…Okay, now that thought was counterproductive.' I chastised my mind and Melissa looked up at me.

"So what are you going to do?"

"About what? The letter or the White Emperor?" I told them about my situation on the walk back to Olympus. While they partly shocked, they mainly understood since the Heavenly Dragon's rivalry was legendary. Killing Gael was bound to have some major consequences. I pretended to be hurt over their nonchalance and their reactions really surprised me. Maven stopped and stared right at me, promising that if the White Emperor ever tries to attack me they won't live long enough to regret it. That was all she said but the intensity in her gaze sent chills down my spine. When I told the rest they also gave similar responses, even Aindrea (though being the tsundere that he is, he told me to stay out of his way while he deals with the white lizard. His word's not mine). Melissa never said anything.

"Both. Are you going to deliver the letter now or wait?" Melissa asked and I fell into thought. None of the Generals have come out after all this time (granted Shiruku died only a couple of days ago), so I had time to go to the Underworld.

"I might. Better to get it out of the way now then procrastinate." I leaned farther back and Melissa sat up. "As for the White Emperor? I'll just deal with him or her when they come after me." I'm not going to go and start the fight if that's what they want. If they try to kill me first then its fair game but if not then I'll leave them alone. That was probably going to come back and bite me in the ass but I had to keep the moral high ground here. It's the principle! Melissa got oddly quiet at my answer and I tilted my head at her, smiling. "What? You don't think I could take the big bad lizard?" Melissa snorted.

"Please, I'm just afraid if they come and you kill them too then you'll get an ever bigger head." She said dismissively and I chuckled.

"That's true." I know I would get a big head over that kind of accomplishment. I frowned when Melissa zoned out and got quiet again. I held her chin and pushed it up for her to look at me. "Melissa? If anything's bothering you then tel-"

"I wasn't there to help you."

"…What?" I didn't know what she was talking about.

"In the Arena. I wasn't there to help you…" She reached out and touched the center of my chest. Right where I was struck with Gael's lightning attack (and I was right, it was cursed lightning). "You had to face him alone and you shouldn't have." I shook my head at her words.

"That's not your fault. How could you have known?" I definitely didn't know. If I did then I would have suggested fighting together.

"…I couldn't have, you're right…" Then she looked in my eyes again. "But I'm not making that mistake again. The White Emperor came come if they want, but I'm not letting them get to you…I won't let you die Pierce." Melissa said that with incredibly determined eyes and clenched fist.

"…" I had no words as I stared at my girlfriend and her firm resolve. I also couldn't help the silly smile that appeared on my face and Melissa seemed confused by that.

"Why are you smili-!" She didn't to finish as I pulled her close and gave her a deep kiss. While she was surprised at first, Melissa quickly responded and we sat there in the hot spring, making out. A minute or so past before we separated; Melissa's face a cute red and still very confused. "W-What was that for?"

"Nothing just…I really do like you." I said that from the bottom of my heart and Melissa blinked. She blinked again. Then her face got even redder and she shoved her face in neck, her aura practically screaming embarrassment. 'Hold on. You're fine being completely naked in front of me but I say one sappy thing and you get all shy? That makes no sense!' Giving a wry smile to my girlfriend's act, I stroked her head and laid back. We sat there in blissful silence and for a couple of minutes we just enjoyed each other's contact. Then Melissa started squirming to get a better position. Now tell me, what happens when you're incredibly sexy and naked girlfriend starts squirming on your equally naked lap? (Here's a hint, exactly what you think). The Shadow Yokai quickly stopped once she noticed what she caused and looked up at me.

"…Now that's your fault." I put up my hands in defense and she gave an amused look. Melissa tried to get off but I held her by the waist and pulled her close. Her full body pressed against mine and she blushed. We started kissing again and my hands roamed about, feeling her body up. Melissa moans motivated me to travel down and kiss her neck but she put her hand on my shoulder.

"Stop…not…here." She tried to speak over my groping and I leaned back, giving her a moment's breathe. "We shouldn't do this here. Let's go back to your room." I deadpanned.

"…Melissa, I shouldn't go on a quest to kill a God with my limited experience. I shouldn't talk to beings that can wipe me off the face of the map like we're equals. And I shouldn't have made a deal with the Devil. But…" I abruptly stood up, bringing Melissa with me and forcing her to wrap her legs around me to stay up. I give a large smile. "I'm not known for my good life choices." I pressed her against a large rock and resumed kissing her neck. Any resistance Melissa had died very quickly and she started getting into it. After an hour, we left the hot spring and by the look the manger gave us it was safe to say we were no longer welcome there.

Totally worth it.


1 Day Later, Top of Olympus

I walked across the bridge with Adrian and he constantly offered his help but I shot him down.

"It'll be fine man. I'll go to the Underworld, drop the letter, see the sights, and come right back. It shouldn't take me more then 2, 3 days max." I idly said as we reached the teleporter. One person going will draw less attention and I could consider this my very first mission as a mercenary. 'I should start thinking on my mercenary name though. Death Pierce? Pierce Van Hellsing? Oh I know! The Terminator!' I stepped on the platform while thinking my idiotic thoughts, and Adrian sighed.

"If you say so but do you have everything you need? Clothes? Food?"

"Yes mom, I have all that." I shook my head in mirth at Adrian's worry. "Seriously man, it's a simple job." Adrian stared at me in silence before speaking.

"1 week." He gave a stern look and I raised a brow. "If you're not back in a week then I'm taking the team into the Underworld to find you. Whatever problem you're in we'll help you out of it. I promise." We stood in silence after that and I stared at Adrian's honest eyes. Then I sighed before smiling like an idiot.

"…What's with all the sappy stuff lately?" I turned to the terminal and activated it, ignoring Adrian's confused face. I looked back at the Emissary as light started rising from the platform. "Thanks man but don't worry, I'll be alright. I mean it's just a trip to the Underworld…what could go wrong?" I had a crazy look in my eyes and faced the sky. "There! I said it! Now come at me! Do your fucking worse! Hahahahaha-" Then I was gone.


Adrian stood there in front of the platform, staring at where Pierce was last standing. The silence was deafening.

"…He'll probably be alright." Then the Emissary shrugged and walked away, not believing his own words for a second.


And done. Pierce finally realized the changes brought by his presence in DxD and now has to deal with the consequences. Let's take a trip to Hell shall we? I hope you enjoyed!