Full Summary: "Save yourself." That was the last memory the boy found in the Garden of Lucifaad had. Taken in by the Gremory family and taking on the name of Issei Gremory, his fate changed forever when the Devil Civil War struck. When his loved one passed away, he left the Underworld due to grief, unable to take the pain of losing one of the only people that accepted his existence as the outcast of Gremory. Before he left, however, he made the sister of a certain beautiful silver-haired maid his Queen. When he comes back to the Underworld to save his young and naive sister from a loveless marriage that was arranged by the nobles of the 72 Pillars, his Reality unraveled, as the world he dreamed of may no longer be a dream. The world he wanted, will become, the Demon's Reality. And the Reality, was an unraveled tale of tragedy and loss. But he will push away the pain and despair, to forever honor, the soul of the beautiful raven-haired woman he loved two centuries ago.
So yeah, new story I had in my head for awhile. Um...please enjoy. This story will not have any OCs...sorry my old readers that are fans of my OCs. Only a select few will be here, but they'll eventually fade into the background.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Highschool DxD, or whatever else Anime I put in here. They all belong to their respective owners.
Edit 1/14/17: Fixed grammar mistakes and improved overall chapter.
Edit 2/9/17: New summary.
Ruins were all that were around. The Great War had changed many peaceful regions into a battlefield, turning many once-beautiful sculptures and gardens into ash.
Which of course, including the Garden of Lucifaad. The once lush garden, once green and full of life, had transformed into ashes. Dead trees and plants laid around, smoke moving across the terrain.
Lucifaad. The once grand city that had pillars of gold and silver, was full of fire and smoke. Precious metals laid around the ground as people ran, ignoring the money that would be able to be gained by selling all of the metal that laid freely on the ground. There was no time to take them, as people ran for their lives.
"We are currently exterminating all Old-Maou Devils as you commanded, Gremory-sama." reported a simple Devil dressed in modest clothing.
The one he was talking to, reeked of high-class arrogance. His blue-green eyes twinkled in amusement as he looked at all of the chaos he had caused. The long red hair that went down to his shoulders and his clothing made him seem like a prince, the clothing etched with gold and silver. His smooth features seemed to be devilishly impossible, as his young age struck true.
This was Sirzechs Gremory, age 14.
A few older Devils stood by, their devices that were able to shoot magic bullets at an impossible speed without any need to waste magic in their magical circuits ready. If one of them remembered correctly, it was called a gun.
"So young...and already causing this much bloodshed." muttered one of them.
The others nodded in agreement. "He shouldn't be doing this...he should be experiencing something we never had. A childhood, full of friends. He should've left all of this bloodshed to us adults, so that he can experience the life of a happy tale. But...war is something to fear."
Sirzechs Gremory stepped forward, as everyone became silent.
He was powerful.
He was a prodigy.
At the age of 5, he had started his magic training, taking on the power of the House of Bael, the Power of Destruction. How did he inherent another household's power? His mother was a Bael, and his father was a Gremory. At the age of 7, he had absolute control over his magic, and had become part of any world's military, the youngest person in written history...if you remove him from the list. At the age of 8, he had risen from a simple soldier to a Lieutenant, and at the age of 10, he had jumped to a rank of colonel. Then, at the age of 11, he had promoted to yet another rank. Major General. And finally...when he was at the age of 13, he had promoted to Marshal, the highest rank in the Underworld Military. As for Underworld power rank, at the age of 7, he was an official high-class Devil. At the age of 10, he had become what was known as a Ultimate-class. At the age of 13...he was what had become known as a Super Devil, becoming the second Devil to ever be one, behind Rizevim Livan Lucifer, the son of the Morning Star.
The strongest young Devil (in human terms) smirked as he looked at the destruction and mayhem he had caused. "That's right...run for your pitiful lives!" He chuckled, before laughing manically. Several magic circles appeared all around the city of Lucifaad, preventing every life form from escaping, until Sirzechs himself released it. Or until someone strong enough broke it. Which, Sirzechs doubt, would happen, as Rizevim, Azazel, and Michael are the only ones capable of doing that, and none were close enough, as Azazel was still in the human world, Michael couldn't enter the Underworld unless given permission, as he was bound by the fear of falling just like him, and Rizevim had gone into hiding in an unknown area of the Underworld, which was about 300 miles away.
Sirzechs became quiet, as he flicked his hand, orbs of Destruction floating around him. A single snap of the fingers caused the orbs to fly around. Though the orbs were as small as a human object...specifically, the baseball, a single touch would be able to vaporize you from existence, making you unable to go to Heaven nor Hell. Your soul was gone forever, never alive, never reborn. Just...still.
The seven orbs that surrounded his body flew into buildings, exploding, blasting debris all over the assembled military around them, as well as the frightened citizens of the Old Maou Faction, as they had no more escape, due to the barrier being formed.
"Now...go wild."
Go wild they did, as blood splattered the road. Innocent people screamed as they attempted to run, but were quickly shot down.
Sirzechs watched with no emotion betraying his face, as he watched with amusement dancing in his eyes.
"Um sir...are you sure we should be doing this? This is innocent blood on our hands." asked a man who was looking at all the chaos with widened eyes. His eyes went from thing to thing, such as a child's skull being smashed, blood splattering everywhere, gunshots ringing as they passed through so many hearts, and most of all...the thing that made his emotions go from confused and questioning, straight to disgust and anger. Woman all around were being raped, their bodies violated, their hymens that they were saving for the loves of their lives broken, and the soldiers that were sexually attacking them betrayed no emotions, nothing but stoic masks as they did their evil deeds with no remorse.
"It is fine Oscurare. After all...they are not innocent. They have sided with the Old Maou Faction, which is the source of the current Underworld's state. Utter chaos and corruption. Mark my words Oscurare...I will changed the Underworld. I will allow children to live happily, have a childhood us men never had. Live happily with friends. Live happily with wives and husbands. Get a good education. Smile, and feel loved. Leaving the fighting to us veterans that had never experienced a childhood, changing the Underworld for the good of the future." Sirzechs stated his dream with a faint smile.
There were some that enjoyed it, their faces twisted with pure evil pleasure, as they moved their pelvises back and forth into yet another woman. Oscurare widened his eyes and nearly vomited at what else he saw. There was a man, who was at an age of 35 through 40, with his manhood stuffed inside a female that was no older than 15. It disgusted Oscurare to see the female begging for help, as she was violated by a man who was over 20 years older than her. Sadness and pity rose up in his chest, as he knew that she had lost the thing that was perhaps most precious to a female, only given to the one she truly loved. All lost, because of a young male that was 14. A young male, that was Evil wrapped in a Devil body. A young male that went by the name of Sirzechs Gremory.
Oscurare frowned, before heading over to another side of Lucifaad, hearing Sirzechs call after him, "Good luck in finding woman!"
He was disgusted by Sirzechs' chosen words. There was a reason why he had never done what the other soldiers did. Must of the Underworld Military were married, with having families that numbered up to 6 children, despite the Devil's inability to quickly produced. Long lifespan and stamina took the place of the difficulty of producing a child. A powerful Devil can last well over a day of sexual reproduction without stop. He deemed the deeds that the soldiers were doing to the women of Lucifaad as cheating on his wife. He had a wife, a family, three kids. It was uncommon for Devils to have a harem, but Oscurare was one of the few Devils that hated the thought of having multiple woman. For one...it was basically have one kid with each member of your harem. That meant if there were a total of ten woman in the harem, which is pretty small in Devil terms, it would mean ten kids. However...there was the chance of twins, triplets, and quadruplets. If each woman had twins, that meant twenty children...and so on. It would be impossible to track the names of the kids. And whose mothers were whose.
Oscurare had never had any adventures with woman, except for the wife he so dearly loved. Nothing would make their love and passion for each other disappear. Both of them were that loyal. Oscurare was a very sought after Devil. Goodlooks as well as being a powerful Devil. Perfect for every woman out there. His wife on the other hand...big and soft breasts, and soft buttocks to go with her hourglass figure. Her bright blue eyes that seemed to captivate any man.
He went out of his thoughts when he saw a single shadow among all of the ruins of the once grand Garden of Lucifaad. He widened his eyes as he stumbled toward it through the smoke and haze. His black orbs squinted as he headed for the shadow he had seen.
His eyes widened when he had seen what was the shadow.
"W-what the hell? What is a kid doing here? Was he abandoned by his parents?" Oscurare whispered. "I have to tell Sirzechs...but the only problem is that he may be executed for a crime he has never committed. I will alert Sirzechs of him...but I swear on my Valefor name that he will not be killed!" He activated a telepathy circle, and Sirzechs immediately responded.
Not seconds have passed, before Sirzechs went past the smoke that covered the two of them.
"A child?" Sirzechs hummed.
"Yes...please sir, spare him. Or at least search his memories before viewing him as a threat."
Sirzechs put his hand to his chin thoughtfully. "I suppose. He is a mere child after all."
He put his hand over the child that couldn't be older than 14, the same age as Sirzechs.
Sirzechs frowned, his eyebrows furrowing. "I..." He pursed his lips. "I can't find anything. His memories...they were all sealed. No wait...the only thing I can see...is darkness, as if one were closing their eyes. But I can see...no I can hear a voice in his memories whispering. I can't hear it correctly...but I can only make out a couple of words. 'save yourself.'"
Oscurare bit the inside of his cheek, before saying. "We cannot put this child on court. He knows nothing about the world, and as you said, you can only hear one thing in his memories. Save yourself."
Sirzechs nodded. "True. I will take care of this child until he is able to handle himself. After all...who knows when he'll find out that he is adopted?" Sirzechs picked up the child effortlessly, and walked away. Oscurare frowned before following him.
When they had exited the smoke, Oscurare really had to truly not throwing up. Women laid around, their legs spread wide open, revealing all to the world. Their clothing was torn off, and loads of semen still poured out from between their legs. Obviously not theirs, but rather the soldiers. Some stood around, bragging about how many women they had just taken. A few teamed up against a single women, with one repeated stuffing his manhood down her throat, two continuously pounding her insides, and two repeatedly stuffing their "rods" up her anus.
There was one that had stuffed two vibrators up both holes, and stuffed his manhood down her throat, her front and back door being stretched by the two vibrators in each hole.
And of course, the blood and torture.
Oscurare widened his eyes, as he once against saw yet another soldier stuffing his manhood into a woman. Oscurare frowned when he saw her face. She couldn't have been more than 13, and she was already violated, her hymen broke, with one soldier sticking his manhood up her flower, and a second soldier filling up her back hole. She had long passed out, with the soldiers still going at it, red marks all over her body, which most likely meant the soldiers had been beating her into submission.
He whispered so softly, that no one heard. "I hope the child will be able to changed the Underworld...this is too evil...I understand why the humans describe Devils as 'evil' in the holy book they call the Bible."
"Hey. Wake up."
The boy that was found by Oscurare Valefor opened his eyes groggily. "H-huh?"
He was in an unfamiliar family. First of all, there was a middle-aged looking man with long crimson red hair that is tied as a loose ponytail with a black hairband. He had bright blue-green eyes just like Sirzechs Gremory. He also had a short and red stubble. The next, was a young woman with brown hair that stretched down to her waist and violet eyes much like the natural born members of the Bael Clan. And finally...the last one. Sirzechs Gremory. A handsome young man that had his red-hair stretch down to his shoulders, his blue-green eyes dancing with amusement.
"Who...are you?"
The boy found his voice strange to him, his ears seeming to be muffled.
"Ah, how rude are my manners? I am Zeoticus Gremory." said the middle-aged man.
"I am Venelana Gremory." said the woman.
"I am Sirzechs Gremory." said the young man.
"I see...I am..." He felt a pang of pain as he attempted to remember his name. He clutched his head as he shook it. "I...don't know? When I try to remember, I feel pain...it hurts."
The Gremory family frowned. "I see...well, I guess we can call you Issei Gremory right?"
"Issei Gremory..." he tested the name. "It sounds good."
Gremory...he felt a taste of disgust when he said the name.
Venelana smiled gently. "Go get some rest. We'll wake you up later. Just get some rest."
The boy was lulled to sleep, his black eyes closing softly.
Moments of silence, before Zeoticus spoke up. "What he just described...his memories are sealed. He needs a drastic event in his life, most likely almost death, in order to have the seal broke."
Sirzechs spoke. "It's true. When I viewed his memories, the only thing I heard, was 'save yourself'. That was it, a voice of desperation and love...most likely his father, as the voice was too deep to be a female."
"I see...well, I guess time will wait before he finds out his true heritage." Venelana said. "In the meantime, we should train him so that the name Issei Gremory is as well known as Sirzechs Gremory."
They all nodded as they exited the room, leaving the sleeping Issei.
Before Sirzechs exited, he looked back at the innocent looking boy. "'Save yourself' was not the only thing I saw...you certainly are interesting...Issei..." He shrugged. "Ah well...I suppose the blue flames are a hint to his locked memories?"
And done~ This story is going to be focused on Issei. I already planned Issei's heritage, and his true name. So yeah, that is not open to ideas. However, his peerage is. So yeah...this story is going to be a single pairing between Issei and someone I plan on introducing later on in the series. That is all I have to say. For now. Enjoy your day~
~Houvdon Lucifer
King: Issei Gremory
Queen: Closed
Knight: Open
Knight: Open
Bishop: Open
Bishop: Open
Rook: Open
Rook: Open
Pawn (x8): Open