Quick little author's note: Thank you all for clicking on this story! Obviously, as I see to be a well-loved trend in Highschool DxD stories, Issei will be overpowered. Disgustingly so. Harem (of course) and fight scenes galore. Also, the aim here is to create a story that is entertaining to read and leaves the reader with a good feeling. I'll pay my due respect to the events that happened in the light novels, but I'll be adding my own twists and turns as I see fit.

Enjoy!

The dream must come to an end—that is Issei's final goal. This is the story leading up to that final encounter, and somewhere in between, he gets caught up in this huge mess between various mythological factions and manages to score himself a harem. Featuring an adorable Ophis, a yandere Gabriel, and a crabby Crom Cruach as a mentor. Some OOC characters. OP!Issei x Harem.

ARC I: In Search of an Angel

Unholy Dragon of the End

Prologue

Issei was eleven when he learned the definition of "overpowered".

"So you're saying that I'm overpowered?" he asked innocently, looking down at his gauntlet.

Ddraig sighed. Yes, partner. It's almost unfair to other people who actually train to become strong.

The boy thought on this. He looked back and forth between the large swath of forest he had just annihilated with a burst of flame and back at the gauntlet covering his hand. The corpse of an Evil Dragon laid before him, completely charred black. He hadn't even used [Boost] yet. "I don't think I'm that overpowered."

Are you kidding me? the dragon scoffed. Do you know who you just one-shotted?

"Not particularly. I think he called himself Azi-something. I couldn't hear his voice over the fire."

The forest burned in the crimson flames of purgatory. The heat made Issei feel warm and satisfied, like drinking hot chocolate on a cold day, but in reality the heat alone killed everything living with a hundred meter radius.

The Diabolism Thousand Dragon Azi Dahaka! Ddraig pretty much yelled at him. Issei raised an eyebrow. It took an army of Zoroastrian gods to even seal him! You, an eleven year old boy, just burned his mortal body! Dragons are supposed to be immune to fire, you know?

Issei remained silent for a moment, processing Ddraig's words. A small smile crept onto his face. "Ddraig, I know that, secretly, you're very pleased right now."

… I admit nothing.

"Ddraig," Issei teased, "how does it feel knowing that your host is one of the most overpowered people on this earth?"

The dragon remained silent, but Issei already knew what his answer would be. For all the indignation that Ddraig showed, he, at his very core, was a prideful and arrogant dragon. Those two traits rubbed off on Issei sometimes.

It feels great, Ddraig finally said. People will learn to fear the Heavenly Red Dragon Emperor again.

"Damn right they will," Issei smiled savagely.

Michael received some troubling news.

The Leader of the Seraphim had a lot on his mind with fulfilling God's duties in His absence, but out of the thousands of reports submitted to him, this one was the most troubling. It read, simply:

Report from the Realm of the Dead. Cocytus has been breached. 57 reapers have been killed in combat. Samael has been unchained and slain on the spot. It seems that his curse had been either removed or taken. Be on the lookout for the Evil Intention of God. There were no witnesses.

Michael's hands shook. Samael was an angel who betrayed God and corrupted Adam and Eve, creating the Original Sin. In his anger, God cursed Samael with the body of a dragon and made his blood poisonous to not just dragons but all of existence, condemning Samael to an eternity of pain.

But who was the idiot that stole Samael's curse? What would anybody serve to gain from this? Michael, in his vast wisdom, could not come up with a likely culprit. He tried combining two categories of people together: people strong enough to breach Cocytus and people insane enough to take the Curse of Samael.

Michael covered his face with his hands. Sensing her comrade's grievances, the Seraph Gabriel appeared by his side. "Are you alright, Michael?"

Without saying a word, Michael pushed the report to Gabriel. She read over the words carefully. "This is unfortunate. Would you like for me to look into this matter?"

"Yes," he said tiredly, slumping against the table. "Thank you so much, Gabriel. Dealing with this is the last thing I want to do right now."

"Any time, Michael." Gabriel sent him a smile before creating a portal in the air. She walked through it quickly so that Michael would not be able to see through it. She'd be in a fair amount of trouble if the other Seraphs found the state of her personal room.

Gabriel collapsed onto her bed. She gripped her Issei-body pillow and sighed, crushing it within her grasp—

Backtrack.

Upon closer inspection, the contents of Gabriel's room would not just land her in a fair amount of trouble; it would probably be enough for her to fall and become a member of the fallen angel faction. Almost every inch of the room was covered in pictures of Issei Hyoudou. It seems almost as if Gabriel had painstakingly went to the trouble of stalking the boy, taking pictures in different angles in various states of undress.

She did not call it obsession. Her love for Issei Hyoudou was unfailingly pure. If it were anything else, Gabriel would have fallen immediately, but with all of her heart she loved Issei Hyoudou. She knew exactly the moment when it happened, too, but that was a story for another time.

"Issei, you naughty boy," Gabriel sighed, burying her face into the body pillow, "stealing Samael's curse like that."

The Seraph had been watching over Issei for years. Although the boy went to painstaking lengths to appear as inconspicuous as possible and even developed a skill to mask his draconic aura, nothing got by Gabriel's eyes. The seals and barrier he set up to protect his training sessions from outside eyes were not powerful enough to stop her from prying. She was his self-designated guardian angel.

Obviously, Gabriel was a bit worried for Issei. Being the host of the Red Dragon Emperor and taking Samael's curse might be fatal to his body, but if anybody could survive it, it would be Issei. The angel never shared any information that she learned about Issei with anybody else, not even Michael.

She also knew why Issei stole Samael's curse. The fact that he did it solely for the Ouroboros Dragon made an ugly emotion rear its head in Gabriel's mind. It was something she had never experienced before, and she didn't know what it was called either. But, in her mind, it was only thanks to Issei that she was able to experience all of these different things.

Gabriel chuckled. One day, she'll be able to openly talk to Issei again. She'll patiently wait for that day to come.

Issei looked down at his meal. A black snake writhed in the middle of his sliced pork chops.

Without a word of complaint, Issei swallowed the snake whole. Immediately, he felt an insane boost of power. As per usual, he concentrated the power and stored it deep within himself. Then he moved on to the pork chops, wolfing them down in a few bites.

"Ophis," he called. The Ouroboros Dragon stood next to him nervously, back rigid. "Come here."

Ophis slowly walked to him. There was something strangely satisfying about seeing one of the most powerful beings in the world be so nervous. Issei enveloped her in a hug and kissed her gently on the cheek. "It tasted amazing. Don't worry, your cooking is really good."

Her body relaxed. A small smile appeared on her face.

"This is disgusting," Crom Cruach said. The Crescent Circle Dragon looked beyond disturbed, going so far as to block his eyes from the sight before him. "To be honest, this is the last thing I thought would happen."

You can say that again, Ddraig agreed.

Neither of the dragons wanted to see the second most powerful dragon in the world cuddle up to a thirteen year old kid. It slightly wounded their pride as a species. Also, there was the unfortunate implication arising from the fact that Ophis was actually genderless and a couple of millennia old, but Ddraig and Crom Cruach both silently agreed to not tell Issei that.

What was this situation that Crom Cruach had landed himself in?

At first, when he spotted the Red Dragon Emperor's host at the age of nine, Crom Cruach intended to fight and kill him on the spot. Instead, what ended up happening was that the Evil Dragon took him on as an apprentice and taught him how to fight like a true dragon. Ddraig, being sealed in his Longinus, could not teach Issei how to fight physically, so Crom Cruach took responsibility of that job.

Crom Cruach remembered the day it had happened. He ran into Issei at a restaurant chain, tried to fight him on the spot, and immediately got whooped by Ophis right behind him. Crom Cruach loved a good fight more than any dragon alive, but he wasn't stupid—he knew Ophis could crunch him on the spot with two fingers if she really wanted to.

Ddraig had been awakened at that point. He figured out that Ddraig had formally awakened sometime when Issei was eight. Apparently, under Ophis's tutelage alone, Issei had already achieved Juggernaut Drive a few months prior to meeting Crom Cruach, meaning that it took the child less than six months to enter Juggernaut Drive.

Also, according to Ddraig, Ophis had been with Issei by the time he was awakened. The entire time, Ophis had been feeding Issei black snakes of raw power.

Ophis's power was infinite; she was named the Infinite Dragon God, after all. She had more than enough juice in her to feed Issei a disproportionately large amount of power every day for almost every meal for the past few years. The end result was that the mortal boy had a scary amount of power stored within him, and the worst part was that Issei learned some sort of skill to hide his aura so that nobody had a true grasp of just how dangerous he was.

The damned little twit. Crom Cruach sipped at his tea with a sour expression. One day, Crom Cruach swore that he was going to fully fight Issei Hyoudou.

Issei stood up and cried out in pain. His knees gave out and Ophis barely managed to steady him, sitting him down on a couch. Crom Cruach watched with slight terror as the veins in Issei's body turned a black color.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Shut up, Crom Crotch," Issei hissed, deliberately mispronouncing Crom Cruach's name. He shut his eyes and attempted to take deep breaths in intervals. "Have a bit more sympathy for the Evil Intention of God, will ya?"

The Evil Intention of God? Crom Cruach narrowed his eyes. Since when did the brat learn to speak in such a cryptic manner—

"No."

The most powerful Evil Dragon, said to be on par in strength with the Heavenly Dragons in their prime, stood up and took a huge step backwards from Issei Hyoudou. The boy had an almost crazed expression on his face, twisting his lips into a predatory smile. Ophis just sat next to him, leaning her little head against his shoulder, as if she didn't care that the boy beside her was completely insane.

"You… you took Samael's curse?" Crom Cruach barely got out. Issei just nodded in reply. With each beat of Issei's heart, Crom Cruach saw the poison in Issei's vessels spread from his heart to his entire body. How good was the boy at hiding his aura? Crom Cruach couldn't even detect a single hint of the immensely hateful aura that plagued the recipient of Samuel's curse. "I knew you were rash, but why?"

Issei looked at him. "Why? It's simple. Only Samael's poison can help me achieve my goal." He stifled a cough.

The teen held up a finger. "My goal is to kill Great Red. As you can see, that would be impossible without the power of the Dragon Eater. So, I took Samael's curse upon myself."

Crom Cruach stood there, completely shocked. "There are so many things wrong with what you just said, but just tell me this: how can you bear the curse of God?"

Issei smiled. This time, it wasn't one of his animalistic smirks; instead, it was a sweet smile, one that couldn't be faked even by the greatest actor on the planet. Instead of giving Crom Cruach a straight reply, Issei just hugged Ophis close to him and closed his eyes.

The Crescent Circle Dragon understood immediately.

At the age of fifteen, Issei was already accused of being a pedophile.

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he always held onto Ophis's hand whenever they were in public. Although she could shapeshift into whatever form she wanted to, Ophis insisted on remaining in the form she was when Issei truly bonded with her, so she stayed in the body of a seven year old.

He liked to spoil her. Ophis had a sweet tooth, so whenever it was possible, Issei took her to buy some ice cream. They always ate together at the park bench where Issei used to play, watching the sun go down in the distance. The act wasn't necessarily romantic; Ophis simply could not grasp the concept of romance or lust, and Issei didn't seek that sort of relationship with her anyways.

Issei loved Ophis unconditionally, and he knew that she loved him back just as much. That sort of love, the complete and utter trust they had in each other, only came about after spending lifetimes together. He shuddered at the repressed memory of the hell he'd endured with Ophis—Issei knew that one day, he would have to come to terms with what had happened, but he knew that that day would not come soon.

Ophis tugged on his shirt sleeve. Although she said nothing, Issei knew her well enough to understand her concern. Hugging her close, Issei assured, "It's nothing. I just recalled something I'd rather have forgotten."

Since she had the body of a small child, Issei was able to cuddle with her like a teddy bear. He was aware of how creepy he looked—a fifteen year old boy cradling a seven year old girl—but he couldn't help himself. Holding her close put him at rest and eased the constant throb of poison in his body.

Her finger poked at a rather vicious cut on his arm. She wiped her mouth of ice cream with a paper napkin and said, "What is this."

Issei rather liked the way Ophis spoke; to the untrained ear, it seemed to be that her voice was completely flat, but Issei was able to catch the minor inflections in her tone.

"It's just a cut I got sparring with Crom Cruach," he dismissed. "He was getting angry that I wasn't facing him seriously enough. He wanted me to use [Boosted Gear], but there was no way I was going to use a [Boost] against him. I'd never give that shitty old drag the satisfaction of fighting anything more than my base form."

Although his words were harsh, Issei was secretly very fond of Crom Cruach. The so-called "Evil" Dragon was too honorable of a dragon for Issei to consider him truly evil. Crom Cruach just wanted to fight strong opponents, and it was his merciless way of dispatching his foes that landed him the moniker of an Evil Dragon. But Issei would rather crucify himself in Cocytus than tell Crom Cruach those thoughts.

Ophis gently rubbed his arm. "I see. Please do not push yourself too hard."

"Don't worry." Issei patted her on the head. "I can take it. You know that I'll take on the world for you, Ophis."

The Ouroboros Dragon nodded, burying her head into Issei's shoulder. She did this often whenever Issei touched her affectionately. Apparently, she didn't like it when someone could see the Infinite Dragon God blushing. He could feel the outline of her smile against the fabric of his shirt.

There was a certain level of understanding between them. What Ophis wanted, Issei wanted. Conversely, what Issei wanted, Ophis wanted as well. Ophis wanted to kill Great Red so that she could return to her home. Issei wanted the power to be able to kill Great Red. Their interests aligned in that way.

He had made a promise with Ophis, long ago.

I don't want you to kill anyone anymore.

Instead, use me as your sword.

Let me cover my hands in blood so that yours may remain clean.

Promise me that, and I will never leave your side.

The sun dipped behind the horizon, bathing everything in a reddish glow. Issei was reminded of the fact that school was starting soon. In a couple of weeks, he'd be sixteen and starting his first year at Kuoh Academy.

"Ne, Ophis?"

She looked at him with wide, grey eyes.

"When I go to school, will you come with me?"

"School," she repeated. In the past, Ophis always declined going to school with Issei, and unfortunately, it seemed that the answer this time would not change. "No, I won't."

Issei frowned, but it wasn't like he expected anything different. School was just far too boring and mundane for Ophis, so asking her to come was a bit of a stretch. She also found most other humans incredibly annoying.

"It's not that I don't want to spend time with you," she clarified. "I just want you to have a human experience for as long as possible."

Issei had to take five deep breaths to calm his heart rate down. Ophis, you're too sweet. You're going to be the death of me someday. Samael's poison still throbbed in his veins, but it was a lot better since he stole the curse two years ago. Either he got used to the constant pain or his body managed to function with it.

The two looked at the twilight sky. It reminded Issei of the time when he first met Ophis. He stretched his hand out towards the sky, wrapping his fingers around the moon.

There was someone else he desperately wanted to find. He knew that she wasn't mortal; her aura was far too powerful to be anything less than a ultimate-tier being, even when she was actively trying to hide it. As long as he saw her again, Issei would instantly be able to recognize her: an otherworldly, beautiful woman with curly blonde hair, possessing an angelic voice that guided him out of the pits of despair.

With the ghost of a smile on his face, Issei finished the rest of his ice cream.

Sidestep, duck, block, right hook, backwards roll, feint, spinning back heel kick—

Crom Cruach caught Issei's leg and threw him towards the fence. The sixteen year old deftly readjusted his weight and pushed against the fence with his palms, negating the force of the throw and landing silently on the ground without sustaining any damage.

"Tch, arrogant brat," the Crescent Circle Dragon snarled, wiping the sweat off of his brow. "When did I ever teach you such a useless and flashy move?"

Sensing a lull in battle, Issei took the time to remove his sweat-stained shirt. The thing was only holding him back anyways. He wiped his chiseled chest and hard abdomen of any sweat and threw the shirt onto the ground.

What was that? Did Issei hear the sound of a camera going off in the distance? He probably hallucinated that.

"You know I could have attacked you when you did that," the dragon said.

"Sure you could've," Issei shrugged, "but you wouldn't. I know you well enough to know that you only like to fight fairly. Plus, I'm getting hungry. We've been going at it for… how long, Ddraig?"

From six in the morning to noon, Ddraig told him. What, tired already, partner?

Issei laughed. "Tired? Ddraig, the Red Dragon Emperor never tires."

"You sure know what to say to make Ddraig happy," Crom Cruach scoffed, walking through the backdoor to Issei's house. He briefly poked his head out the door frame. "Issei, Ophis says lunch is ready."

Issei followed the tall man into his house. "Stay for lunch, C.C."

"Don't refer to me by that name," the dragon snapped, already taking a seat at Issei's table. Ophis placed a cheap, microwaveable salmon burger on the dragon's plate while placing a delicately made Caesar salad in front of Issei's seat. As always, a thick, black snake laid coiled around his meal. Crom Cruach sighed, already used to the clear favoritism Ophis displayed when making meals.

"Oh? Why not?" Issei grinned, clapping his hands together. "Thank you for the meal!"

A vein appeared on Crom Cruach's forehead. Issei started calling him C.C. ever since he finished watching some anime series about teenagers with superpowers and mechas. He didn't know what was worse: being called Crom Crotch or being called C.C., the apparent name of Issei's "waifu".

Lunch in the Issei household was a fairly ordinary affair. Most of the time, Crom Cruach ate with Issei and Ophis. He imagined that the house must have felt lonely sometimes with Issei and Ophis being the only ones living there.

"Oi, C.C.," the boy suddenly called, rousing the dragon out of his thoughts, "does the name 'Rias Gremory' ring any bells?"

"Rias Gremory." Crom Cruach thought for a moment, wondering why the name sounded so familiar. Suddenly, it struck him. "Rias Gremory, the heiress of the Gremory Clan, proclaimed by others to be the Crimson-Haired Ruin Princess. Her brother is the current Lucifer, Sirzechs Gremory."

"A devil, I assume?"

"Yes, of course. I think she may have her own peerage as well." Crom Cruach gave Issei a curious look. "Why do you ask?"

"Ah." Issei blinked. "Rias Gremory is my senpai at Kuoh Academy."

The Crescent Circle Dragon dropped his fork, clattering against his plate. "What? How? Surely I would have sensed it—"

"There's a barrier around Kuoh Academy," Issei interrupted. "I noticed it the moment I stepped foot onto school grounds. Someone very talented in magic put it up, but after I walked in, I could sense all of their demonic auras. C.C., if you know Rias Gremory, surely you must know Souna Shitori?"

"Souna Shitori?" Crom Cruach frowned. "Can't say that I do. I know a Sona Sitri, though. She's the heir to the Sitri Clan and the younger sister of Serafall Leviathan." Serafall Leviathan and Sirzechs Lucifer—two people Crom Cruach desperately wanted to fight against.

"So at least Sona's a bit smarter," Issei concluded, "going under an alias like that. Souna Shitori still sounds like Sona Sitri, though. I'd never thought that I'd be going to a school with two devil heiresses." He gave Ophis a rueful look. "There goes my ordinary human experience, eh?"

Ophis said nothing, her facial expression barely changing.

"Aw, I'll be fine," Issei assured. "I'm being extra careful to hide my aura. I'm pretty much a normal person at school. There's no need for your concern."

Crom Cruach rubbed his temples. He was definitely missing out on something here. Sometimes, it seemed like Issei and Ophis had a language of their own, conveying prominent emotions with just the minutest change in expression. Often, Crom Cruach would find himself wondering about the specific event that brought both of them together; Issei dropped hints that something major had happened, but the boy was definitely not about to share exactly what had occurred.

"How's school?" Crom Cruach asked. His eyes widened when he realized what he just said.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" Issei feigned ignorance, raising a hand to his ear. "I swear you just asked me if—"

"Don't get me wrong, you brat," the dragon snarled, "I couldn't care less about how you were doing—wipe that shit-eating grin off your face. It would just be problematic to me if the child under my tutelage was growing up to become an idiot."

Issei said, "I'm doing well, I guess. It's not like I'm at the top of the grade or anything, but my grades are up there." He sighed, shutting his eyes. "The girls there are all very pretty, too. It's distracting, C.C., I swear."

Ophis stood up. With an unreadable expression, she collected everyone's dishes and went to the sink.

"Is she jealous?" Crom Cruach wondered aloud.

"No," the boy denied. "I've talked to her about this before. As long as I put her first and never leave her, Ophis wouldn't even care if I gathered a harem."

"Ho? Is that a goal of yours?"

Issei smiled wryly. "We'll see."

Rias Gremory and Akeno Himejima stood next to a window, watching a certain brown-haired teenager walk towards the exit of school.

He stopped in his tracks. All of a sudden, he turned around and his eyes immediately found Rias and Akeno. With a slight shrug, the boy continued on his walk as if nothing had happened. However, both of the girls knew one thing for certain: he knew that they were watching him.

The devil and her queen sat down on an expensive-looking couch. Akeno deftly raised a cup of tea to her mouth and drank from it quietly, while Rias seemed to be deep in thought. After a while, she requested, "Akeno, can you gather Yuuto and Sona's peerage?"

"Of course." She stood up and exited the room to find the rest of the Occult Research Club. Akeno found Yuuto quite quickly, but it took a bit more to find Sona Sitri. A lot of her peerage were out doing student council activities, but Sona's ever-present queen, Tsubaki Shinra, accompanied her king to the Occult Research Club's room.

Everyone made themselves comfortable. There were only five people in the room: Rias, Akeno, Yuuto, Sona, and Tsubaki. Koneko was still at Kuoh Academy's middle-school division, so Rias didn't see any point in gathering her here.

"So, as you all might know, there is a certain first-year in Yuuto's class," Rias began, taking a seat at her usual chair. "His name is Issei Hyoudou. Although he seems like a human, I believe that he is something more than that."

Sona Sitri straightened her glasses. "I agree with you."

Everyone gave their agreement except for Tsubaki. She still seemed dubious. "I don't know, Sona. I didn't notice anything off about Hyoudou. He's quite nice, actually. All the clubs tell me that he helps out whenever they need someone."

"You're right," Yuuto agreed. He missed the slight blush that popped up on Tsubaki's cheeks as he kept on speaking. "On the outside, he seems like a normal kid. In fact, I was watching him play around with the kendo club the other day. He's actually terrible with a sword. But…"

His voice trailed off, as if he was unsure of how to select his words. "When I'm next to him, if I shut my eyes and go by sense and gut feeling alone… Issei doesn't feel like a human. There's something very off. I'm sorry that I can't say anything more concrete than that."

"That's fine, Yuuto," Rias said. "I trust your instincts. Personally, I think that he's a normal human in possession of a Sacred Gear. Not a very strong one, but a Sacred Gear nonetheless."

Sona looked like she had something more to say, but the devil kept her mouth shut. Finally, she asked, "Alright. Then what are you planning on doing? Add him to your peerage?" Her eyes narrowed. "Did you just want Tsubaki and me here just to tell us to keep our hands off of him?

The redhead sighed. "Aw, Sona, you're too smart. But yes, if Issei Hyoudou is truly a Sacred Gear user, then I plan on adding him to my peerage. I wanted you to know that." Sona stared down Rias. The two heiresses did not break eye contact, allowing a bit of tension to build in the room.

"Thank you for letting me know." Sona stood up, bowing. Tsubaki followed suit. "But unfortunately, I have my eye on Hyoudou as well. If you think that you can recruit him uncontested, well, you have another thing coming, Rias."

"I expected nothing less."

The two devils smiled at each other.

The sun was setting, causing the sky to turn a brilliant golden color.

A seventeen year old Issei Hyoudou stood on a bridge over a freeway with his mouth hanging slightly open. In front of him stood a flushed and embarrassed teenage girl. Her straight, obsidian hair cascaded over her shoulders as she bowed. When Issei didn't reply, she looked back up, revealing a pair of lovely violet eyes.

"U-Um," she stuttered. Her arms were straight, clinging to her slender hips. She tried again. "My name is Yuuma Amano. I love you, Issei."

He stood there, abashed.

"Please go out with me!" With this, she bowed her head again, waiting for Issei's reply. Her words sounded so genuine. The tremor in her voice, the high-pitched tone in which she spoke; all of these qualities made her seem incredibly cute and adorable to Issei.

Issei wondered how "Yuuma" became such a good actor. Was it a course every fallen angel went through? This particular one was excellent at using innocence in the art of seduction. He wasn't quite sure what her goal was—if she figured out he was the Red Dragon Emperor, the Grigori definitely would have sent someone of a higher rank to approach Issei. Maybe they thought he was some ordinary Sacred Gear user?

He very, very quickly went over the situation in his mind. In a city full of devils, this fallen angel approached him. She's probably not working alone, either, which means that there were two factions in the same city. That alone was already quite a volatile situation. Issei would be playing with fire if he got himself involved.

However… Issei was a dragon, and he loved playing with fire.

"Sure. Let's go out, Yuuma."

Once again, thanks to all for reading! This was just the prologue, so future chapters will probably be a more connected narrative instead of a bunch of random little scenes mashed together. As stated before, Issei will be very, very powerful. Also, the event that caused Issei and Ophis to get so close and for Gabriel to become obsessed with Issei is the same event, but I'm not planning on revealing that for a while. Also, Crom Cruach being called C.C. is a reference to Code Geass. I inserted Crom Cruach as Issei's sorta mentor-figure because I honestly think Crom Cruach would be the best at training. After all, he trained himself to become as powerful as Ddraig and Albion were in their prime. Teaching Issei how to fight and train would only make him stronger.

As you can see, Issei took the curse of Samael. I was doing some research on that, and it's said that Samael's curse is basically all of God's evil, anger, and hatred poured into one curse. It also has the ability to absorb and steal the power of other dragons and consume them. Of course, this is vital if Issei wishes to even have a chance of defeating Great Red, which is the end goal. This is also where the "Unholy" comes from in the title, Unholy Dragon of the End.

At this point, the story is very open and changeable, so let me know what your thoughts are in the reviews. Due to Issei's nature of being a dragon not allied to anyone, literally any girl can be in his harem. Just let me know who you want, and I'll see what I can do. I'd like to see what my reviewers like and didn't like.

Thanks.