I know I know. I shouldn't write new stories while having many others. But I can't help my muse. This is my new pic so hope you guys enjoy it.
Chapter 1
I was not exactly a believer in my life. I did not believe in a god. Neither in political systems. Not in humanity either. And definitely not in reincarnation or alternate realities. So I met my reincarnation and first alternate reality with great shock and screams. Thank whatever being out there that I was a baby, so nobody actually question me for crying out.
And also curse whatever being out there because being a baby sucked in a way one should be happy that one can not remember it. All the diaper changes, mushy food, breast milk. It was the most humiliating period of both of my lives. Though living in an orphanage wasn't exactly ideal, it could have been worse in the world I was reborn in. A world of supernatural, like gods, devils, angels and dragons. It was a horrifying moment when I realized I was in High School DxD world. A light novel that described a story in a horrifying world where every horrifying thing was covered with low grade porn plot.
Never liked the novels, living in the world itself was worse. Mostly because I was irregular in that world even without thinking about the fact that I was reincarnated from another world. A world where God was dead would have many irregularities. Like the sacred gear 'Twilight Healing' being able to heal any member of any race instead of believers of Christ. Or a demonic sword creating sacred gear being able to create Holy-Demonic swords. And lastly there was me, Dustin Casey, someone whose sacred gear did not even exist. What was it? Now first another story.
In ancient times a dragon named Vritra one day decided to kill everyone in ancient India by blocking rivers because in his humble opinion, the king of their gods, Indra, was a douchebag. But because he tried to kill all of his followers, the king of Douchebags-cough cough-sorry I mean the king of the gods has gotten really mad. After all if the small mortals died, who would worship him? Definitely not the other gods. So he decides to kill Vritra in a very heroic battle, where he spend a day simply throwing lightning at Vritra from afar, he finally defeats Vritra and tear apart his soul just so Vritra would die more painfully. Seeing all of this the Biblical decides that Vritra simply dying was stupid. So he collected every part of Vritra's soul and used them to create many more sacred gears. Which gave birth to Vritra class sacred gears with many different abilities because Vritra had spent most of his life creating new techniques and powers for himself to stand on same ground as other dragons who were born with more pure power than he had.
That is where my irregularity came in. I was for some reason born with Vritra's soul. The whole thing I mean. It was rather weird for both of us at first. For Vritra, he was whole for the first time since more than a few centuries. For me, I had the soul of a dragon in my body, enough said. This caused some rather not nice things happen to me. Like every faction trying to either recruit me or eliminate me. Especially Hindu faction since Indra was still a douche and was rather mad that the dragon he heroically, cough-cowardly-cough, killed was around again.
And this irregularity that was me came before what was canon DxD timeline as there was no Rias Gremory or Hyoudou Issei yet. But there was a young Hyoudou Miki, as a cute little toddler. So all the factions still being quite happy to destroy each other at a moments notice, I spent last 24 years running away from other factions with Vritra being my sole companion. In other words my sole companion was a voice in my head, how sad is that?
Anyway at least I wasn't exactly some sloth in these last 24 years. Had trained quite a bit both physically and magically, say whatever you want about Vritra but he knows his magic. Met an actually intelligent god and learned not only magic but also mundane knowledge like medicine from him. Obtained three different demonic swords from the Church, among many other weapons that remained within my shadow. Gram, Nothung and Balmung. Legendary swords, one famous for its pure destructive power, other for its sharpness that can cut almost anything, and other for its drill like whirlwind power. And had the, arguably, best blacksmiths in all factions fuse them to create Bölverk Gram; a sword that was more powerful than all three combined, greater than the sum. The original sword that Sigurd pulled off from Barnstokkr tree.
That had soured any relationships I could have had with church but lets be serious, who would want to be a part of an organization that had experimented on children and used the results of that experimentations with a lofty excuse of greater good. Dumbledore wanna-bes. But most important thing I had done was definitely my deal with Vritra. Just like Draig and Albion, Vritra could also dragonify parts of my body in exchange of power, which I had used to turn myself into a humanoid Vritra for greater physical and magical power. Powers I would have gained with my new draconic body, so I got power which was amplified by the cost of that power. It took me and Vritra a week before we could stop smiling at the little loophole we had used for greater power. And seriously without it, I would have died quite sooner than I would have liked.
So here I was, 28 years old, going around and always laying low because the world I was reborn in was filled with assholes up to my nipples, heh boob joke in DxD world. Looking for new ways to stay alive everyday, which had brought me to the last place one would go. Dimensional Gap.
It wasn't like gap was an ugly or horrifying place, quite the opposite it was actually very beautiful. All the space filled with ever changing colors, it was like looking through a kaleidoscope.
The reason one would never go her was because of the fact that space itself was filled with concept of "Nothingness". The space filled with the very concept that gave birth to a dragon god was not a place one could simply go in and out. Being exposed to the "Nothingness" would destroy any being without a magical protection like the bubble around me that I had created with Bölverk Gram's aura.
The only reason that I was here was for Gogmagog. Golem like weapons of destruction created by ancient gods that could even survive the Dimensional Gap. If I could get my hands on some of them, then at the very least I could use them as distraction against the heavy hitters of the factions before running away. And faster I found a Gogmagog the better. The Gap was seriously starting to freak me out with the ever changing colors and the giant shadow above me— wait a second! There wasn't supposed to be anything in the Dimensional Gap that could make a shadow except…
With acceptance of the fate awaiting behind me and found my problem.
A big Red problem.
Great Red. A being whose power exceeded even of the Biblical God and earned his name in the Book of Apocalypse. The dragon god that was born from the dreams just as Ophis had been born from nothingness. Two different concept that are infinite but Great Red was considered as the stronger one. The Dragon of Dragons, DxD.
"Partner, I think we might be in trouble."
Ooh Vritra my friend, you have an amazing gift of stating the obvious. Now that I think about it, the True Red Dragon Emperor in front of me might be the real reason no one comes to the Dimensional Gap. As these thought were going through my mind Great Red's tail had wrapped itself around my bubble and he was… was he smirking? Fuck he was smirking!
"It seems like the years has not been kind to you little one. Hope you get a better one in the next world."
Did he just said what I thought he said?! Vritra?!
"…"
Well it seems like my old scaly friend was just as shocked as me and… was I moving? Oh boy I was! Before I could think anything else Great Red threw me away with his tail. It was truly depressing that I was never able to move this fast in my life. And now I did only because the strongest being in this world had decided to throw me. It was rather humbling. And shaking. Seriously I was shaking from the speed and had no idea why the bubble had not simply exploded from the force of the throw. Then everything around me changed from the kaleidoscopic colors to a normal blue sky. Had I gotten out of the Gap? Did that dragon bastard seriously threw me fast enough to pierce through space and time?!
*POP*
And oh, finally the bubble had ran out of energy. How did it last this long I wonder. What was I doing again? I am pretty sure it was important. I was… I was… I was…
*BOOOM*
Oh yeah, I was crashing. Hehe. 11th Doctor would have been proud. Except for actually crashing. Oww.
"Everything hurts. What about you Vritra?"
"I do not posses a physical body, so I can not feel hurt like you do. But I have to confess that this is closest thing that I can feel so. Ow."
Hehe. If nothing else Vritra was okay. "Do you have any idea how the bubble hold it this long?"
"I believe I felt Great Red encasing our bubble with some of his magical power, that might be it. Personally I am more concerned with his last words."
Yeah that would explain us surviving, especially sending us here was Great Red's aim. No meaning in sending us somewhere if we died on the way there.
"He said 'hope you get a better one in the next world' so this is probably another universe. Do you think he was the one who brought my soul to our world after I died?"
"I do not know for certain. Until our meeting I did not even knew of these alternate worlds, and only now have I learned Great Red possessing such knowledge. Truly the Dragon of Dragons is not an existence that we can understand. But after our journey I can not help but think that he might have to do something with it."
"That is some weird way of wording it Vritra. Did you saw something during our little trip?"
The way he worded it was seriously weird.
"Yes. From what I saw in that brief moment between getting out of the Gap and arriving on this world there was some kind of hole that existed without truly existing."
That sounded real weird. "Vritra, can you repeat what you said in English as well."
-sigh- why the hell are you sighing you overgrown garden snake?!
"What I meant was that it was a dream. So something only Great Red could do as a being born directly from the endless dreams. He is the only being that can create it. Only dreams exist without existing."
That was actually kind of reassuring. Yeah sure that meant we could never make the journey ourselves but it also meant that beings like Ophis, Rizevim or, everything forbid it, Trihexa couldn't come here either. He really wasn't prepared to deal with the Beast of End.
"So where do you think we are?"
"I do not know, I will be sleeping for a while. Please do not interrupt it unless you learn where we currently are."
The damn snake. Always insulting other with his perfectly polite tone.
"Okay then. Though I'm not sure that I will have the knowledge to recognize this world."
The alternate earths were unlimited after all. DxD world alone was the core of an infinite number of realities. Considering that there was infinite number of core worlds, infinite times infinite. Not very likely to be a world he would recognize.
Though that was also because I did not know of any worlds with green skies and grey dead looking grounds.
So I simply walked. Walked away from the dead plains I landed, cough crashed cough, into the other dead plains where I hoped to meet some kind of civilization. Which was definitely taking more time than it should be necessary! Everywhere was just vertical grassy plains! And a not so small crater I left behind after my landing.
My righteous anger towards the long road without civilization was interrupted by sound of steps coming behind me. Real heavy steps. Like one of an armored army. Don't ask how I knew that, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.
As I turned around, I saw that what was coming wasn't something like an army. Mostly because it was an army!
And what an army it is. More than thousands of soldiers heavily armored to the teeth with what I can only guess to be armors made out of steel, shields made out of obsidian and swords that had a color similar to bone rather than metal. Ohh, and did I forgot to mention that every soldier were, Ophis-damned skeletons!
"Vritra, wake up!" I screamed at my sealed friend.
"Wha-What is happening? Are those UNDEAD?!" His confused mumble, changed into a frantic shout.
"Yes they are undead and they are also an army. Now stop with the useless talk and undo the seal, you overgrown lizard!"
"Got it!"
As my transformation started, I pulled out Bölverk Gram and went wild!
Hela had been alive more than most mortals could comprehend. Her earliest memories brought her back almost ten thousand years back, give or take a few centuries. She was one of the gods who actually remembered the day of her birth, which was impressive when you consider most of her pantheon couldn't remember what they ate for breakfast. She was born to giantess sorcerer Angerboda and the god of mischief Loki along with her brothers, world serpent Jormungandr and the god eating wolf Fenrir. It took maybe five minutes before that old bastard Odin declared that they were to be banished from Asgard because of their roles in the prophecy of Ragnarok. Jormungandr was sleeping in a dimension of his own, Fenrir was bound to a rock far away from Asgards and she was in a realm of dead.
Years after, she had proven that she was meant to be feared, surpassing her mother in magic arts and mastering her domain over death. Becoming one of the strongest gods of her pantheon, even stronger than her uncle and the pride of Odin, Thor.
But admittedly there were still things that could surprise her. Like a man falling to her realm, not through dying but through falling down from a hole in the sky, which disappeared just as fast as it appeared.
The man felt like mortal, a magical one but still mortal. Though he looked above most other mortals. With long black hair that reached his wide shoulders, that were connected to arms that had enough muscle to make an Aesir buffon to show respect. And he also had some impressive power in him. More than most Asgardian soldiers.
Then the man started to… change. His skin turned pitch black and scaly while his hair got even longer and turned purple. But the most dramatic change was his size. From what she have seen the man should've been around five feet nine inches but after his transformation he was probably seven feet two inches, bigger than any Asgardian. And a third vertical eye appeared on the center of his forehead. But most importantly, his power had skyrocketed, from a simple soldier to a power surpassing the three morons that followed Thor. Which surpassed Sif's and neared Balder's as what appeared to be jet black chest and shoulder armor with red orbs on its center and shoulders.
This was definitely different. And to be honest, Hela was secretly happy that finally something new happened in her realm. What was the point of simply making the dead fight each other and watch them, while there was something far more interesting. Though she couldn't help but think that there was a familiar feeling about the man as he pulled out a claymore with bluish and demonic aura around it from his shadow. Fastest way was to get closer so Hela jumped towards him with a mighty leap.
I have to admit, this wasn't exactly not fun. Sure I had no idea where I was and I was surrounded by undead but it was letting him blow off some steam and fight so it was fifty percent nice, fifty percent annoying.
But still, my enemies weren't exactly impressive. I knew that they weren't exactly strong but I had believed that their quantity would bring some quantity. Undoing the seal was one thing, I probably didn't need to use Vritra Gear or Bölverk Gram.
"Partner, very strong enemy coming from five o'clock."
Say the devils name and it shall appear. The moment Vritra warned me the enemy fell down maybe thirty meter away from me, leaving very deep cracks on the ground.
She was one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, and I've seen a lot of women. With a figure that wasn't exactly hidden by her form fitting armor, only sign of makeup was the green lipstick that wasn't even close to the vibrant green that were her eyes. But her most distinctive part of her was the helmet with what appeared to be four pair of horns. A helmet that was very well known in a certain world. I realized.
I was in Marvel. Damn.
"A dragon huh, didn't think your kind came in humanoids."
Really hope that you guys liked it. Before you guys ask, what Hela felt familiar was his draconic aura which she understood when she got closer. It was familiar because in certain versions Jormungandr is considered a dragon and she had once met Nidhoggr.
This was something that was on my mind for a very long time. By the way please check on the challenges on my profile.
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