Updated 5 May 2014

Old fic that I'm working on fixing up a bit here and there. Looking forward to any new audiences. Any inconsistencies or problems I'll fix later on.

For now, an intro!

DxD OC fic I started but never finished about a OC idea I had and coming to fruition.

Take the ticket, and enjoy the ride!

(BTW: I DO NOT own Highschool DxD)

Chapter 1: My Lost Heritage

They say that every human dreams between four to seven times a night. We only remember the later ones close to when we're awake. If that's the case, then out of those seven, I can only remember two dreams every night. One pretty basic, the other…not so much. The other dream is one I've been having ever since I could even process thought. It's always the same one with no changes to it, no matter how insignificant or time passes. I try not to dwell on it, but it always creeps its way to my mind no matter what. Setting: At night at a large church in the middle of a forest, far from any big cities. The weather: A typhoon like rain storm is smashing through. I see the same two people, standing in front of the church. One is a priest, the other is a nun. I can't see their faces; they're always covered by an odd shadow in my dream. They always seem to be discussing something, but I can never tell what.

All I ever hear is a heartbeat at the rate of four as the dream passes by. The priest and nun suddenly turn towards the woods. Out of the shadows of the trees and rain, a woman covered in a black cloak appears. She seems to be carrying something in her arms wrapped in dark purple cloth. No specific feature is seen about her either, but she isn't alone. Behind her, stands a young boy with short silver hair, narrow red eyes, and wearing normal street clothes for a kid. But the kid is far from normal. I can sense something wrong with him. The way his eyes narrow into a sinister glare and the wicked grin on his face just scream something dark about him. The woman steps forward to the priest and nun. She raises her head, and some of her features could be seen. One could see that she has silver hair like the boy, but her eyes are different. They are narrow, vertical pupils; very cat like. What's more, her eyes are dark green. She begins speaking. As she speaks, the priest and nun at first look concerned, then curious. The woman, fairly the opposite. At first she seems confident, but as she goes on she looks more worried and desperate for something. She extends whatever the small object she is carrying in her arms. The priest is hesitant to step forward, but the nun does so with caution. When she is close enough, she begins to slowly take the object from the woman's arms. The small boy speaks as well, but keeps the wicked grin. When he stops, the priest looks horrified, the nun slightly startled, and the woman was furious. She spun around and slapped the boy. The boy caresses his cheek for a moment, but then simply returns his stare to the nun with the same grin.

The nun looks at the object in her hands, and lifts the fabric over it. She appears to gasp, before looking toward the woman again. The woman speaks again, pleading this time. When she finished, the priest begins walking over and stands with the nun to see the object. Both the priest and nun simply stare at the object. My viewpoint is changed, and I can see the item in question. It's a small baby, most likely barely a few months old. It has a shade of silver hair, and it's sleeping comfortably. The baby quickly opens its eyes, and they look the same as the woman's. It giggles, and it raises its arms from the cloth, wanting to hold something. The nun smiles gently, and while holding the baby with her left arm, she raises her right hand for the baby to hold. The nun looks to her right and up at the priest. He looks a little in disbelief, but he looks toward the woman. Her expression is more visible now. She is smiling, but her eyes say that she is on the verge of tears. She begins speaking once more as the baby giggles. When she is done, the priest looks back at the child, then to the woman. He nods, and the nun does the same. The woman looks relieved, and turns to the other child. At this point, the heartbeat of four I keep hearing fades away, and I can only hear their voices and none of the rain.

"Would you like to say goodbye?" the woman asked the child.

The child steps forward as the nun gets down to her knees. She leans forward slightly as the child gets up-close. He looks down at the child, and then quickly looks away.

"Later…" he says angrily.

The nun smiles gently, and places her right hand on top of the child's head. The child's at first looks surprise, but quickly steps back. His grin now gone, he looks more embarrassed than anything else. He steps back behind the woman. The woman steps forward now, and the nun stands up. The woman is slightly taller than the nun, so she looks down to the child. The raises her left hand and caresses the baby's cheek. "Be a good boy for me…" she says in a gentle, almost angelic voice. She steps back and the boy moves to stand beside her. The nun looks to the child and begins rocking it. She looks back to the woman and child. A strange, dark purple circle appears under them. They begin sinking down into it vanishing. The nun and priest at first turn away, but the nun turns back towards them.

"What is this child's name?" she asks.

The woman smiles gently again, and answers. "His name is…"

"Katsuuuu!"

The dream ends, just right there. At least some of the time. Most times I can hear what the child's name is, but today was interrupted. My mother calls for me from downstairs. I open my eyes, only to see the morning sun shining in from my window. I sit up and rub my eyes. I reopen them, and look to my right out my window. All I see is the neighbor's house right across from my own. I move to my left, and let my feet hit the ground. Every morning almost feels the same: groggy like crazy. I'm not really a morning guy in the first place. I step up, and head for my door. After finding my black school uniform and socks, I take a shower and head downstairs. I find my mother, Haruhi Ueda, a woman with a pink apron and wait long brown hair and brown, making breakfast for the household. Father, Shin Ueda, sits reading the paper, his glasses usually looking rather worn out covering his purple eyes. Why he hasn't gotten new ones is beyond me. Mother already has breakfast laid out for me: simply butter and toast. I'm not one for large meals, so this is good enough. My schoolbag is already in my chair, a small sandwich already placed on top of it. Honestly, my mother tends to spoil me a little too much. But, I have no room to complain. I simply eat my toast without sitting down, grab my bag, and begin heading out for school.

"Wait right there, young man!"

Oh crud. I turn around to see mother looking angry, but her gently smile quickly returning.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Um…no?"

"Wrong."

She quickly takes out a small hand mirror and presents it so I can see myself in the glass. I can see my short black hair with the bangs parted on either side of my face, light purple eyes, my own glasses, and not the bad looking of a face.

"What do you see?" mother asks.

"I see a 5ft 7 handsome young man with an impressive mind ready for the day." I replied.

Mother sighs in response.

"She means what's behind your head." Father answers.

"Wait, what?" I felt around and felt what he was talking about.

Father and Mother must've seen my recent change in hairstyle. My hair is short in the front, but the back is quite long. So, to keep more intact, I use a small piece of cloth to contain my hair and make a ponytail. The point where all the hairs meet is at my neck, and the tip of hair reaches to my shoulder blades. I think it's rather normal.

"What? You guys don't like it?" I asked.

"I don't."Father replies.

"I do."Mother replies.

Just as they were about to get into a little argument, I looked at my wristwatch and saw I was running a little late.

"Crud…I gotta go, guys."

I ran out the door without closing it, barely jumping into my shoes on the way out. I turned left and headed for my school. I should introduce myself, now that I think about it. My name is Katsu Ueda, I'm a second-year student attending the high-class Kuoh Academy. I'm the top of my years and not a bad looker, if I must say so myself. I've lived around here for several years, but I was born in a small town Kagegoten. And as for that dreamed I've mentioned, I don't know what quite to make of it. But then again, anything odd catches my attention. I walk to school everyday, and despite the distance I barely feel tired at all. As I enter the grounds of this large school, I'm greeted by a friendly face.

"Good morning, Ueda!"

I look right to see a first-year who seems to look up to me. His name: Ayumu Yoshida. He's a little shorter than me, with short brown hair, brown eyes and a wears wide glasses, he's a running contender for the top of his class. For some reason, he seems to think that I'm some kinda role model. Oh ye of misunderstood faith...

"Hey, Yoshida." I greet.

"Hey, I hate to be a bother, sir, but do you have those notes I asked for? I think a little pop-quiz or something is coming up, and I don't want to be unprepared. Would you please...?"

"I already taken the opportunity and placed them in your desk yesterday before I left for home."

"Wow! Thanks! Wait, how'd you do that without getting caught?"

"I leaked some info on something the Perverted Trio were doing."

"Oh, you mean Hyōdō, Matsuda, and Motohama?"

"That's their names? Never bothered to ask."

"Ueda, I know that's just you, but you shouldn't be so rude."

"I don't see the reason why I shouldn't be rude to a few perverts."

"But...aren't you...a pervert, too?"

Hmm, saw that coming. Luckily, I have a response planned. I stop walking and look around for a brief moment. I see a group of three girls moving behind us. They notice me, and start whispering. As planned...

"Why yes, I am a pervert, Yoshida, but here's the difference: Hyōdō's crew acts without subtlety."

"Huh?"

"Observe."

Time to take my plan into action. I take out my phone and begin randomly pressing buttons on it. But after a few seconds, I hold my phone up a little higher so I use some black space on the screen as a mirror. Those girls are still standing there, talking amongst themselves. As planned, the ponytail can serve as a distraction for just the situation. I turn on my phone's camera and set the timer to go off at about 1 minute and 55 seconds, setting the sound to silent. I move my left hand to put it into my pocket, but I "miss" and the phone hits the ground. And as gambled, it landed with camera side UP, and aimed at the sky.

"Follow me, Yoshida."

"But, your phone..."

"Part of the plan, move it"

I guide Yoshida away from the phone as it ticks away. After about two minutes, I hear footsteps approaching from behind. I look at the wrist watch on my left wrist. On time...

"Um, excuse me..." Yoshida and I turn around to see a girl with short ponytails on the sides of her head presenting my phone. "But, you dropped this."

Time to act... "Tch, thanks. I guess..." I grab the phone with my left hand and take it away.

The nervousness sets in.

"U-Um, sure, n-o problem..."

"Thank you, once again." I say coldly. She nods her head and quickly hurries back to her friends.

"Um, Ueda, I don't understand what happened."

I turn on my phone and search my photo gallery for the results of my experiment. And there they are...

"THIS, is what happened, Yoshida." I present to him the picture of the girl who just left from under her skirt, revealing her lace pink panties.

"H-H-How did you do this?"

"Simple: a little calculation, psychological reading, and a damn good gamble."

"I think I know how you did it! But, the odds for failure are really high."

"Exactly. This was my first trick of the trade when I started out. But, my methods have evolved since then. This is simply practice. And do me a favor, don't call me a pervert again."

"But, how are you different from Hyōdō?"

"Let me share with you words of a very wise man."

His eyes widened as I said this. He really does listen to every word I say.

"...You are only a pervert IF YOU GET CAUGHT."

And just like that, just as the bell rang, Yoshida's mind was exploded with revelation. At least, I can guess so.

"Anyway, I gotta go, Yoshida. I'll see you around, okay?"

"Y-Yes sir!" he gave me a salute.

I return it, but not before running to make it to class. And this is the daily grind for me. I'm rather infamous around these parts, but for very different reasons than Hyōdō. Due to in partial credit to my cold atmosphere and appearance, I'm not exactly friendly to others. For starters, my appearance always knocks them off. More focused on my eyes. I try not to notice them, but they're there. My eyes have vertical slits for pupils, much like a cat's eyes. That, and the fact that people seem to simply avoid me. I must give off an odd air about me, because I'm pretty sure a majority of these students are afraid of me. Thus, I end up a little more alone. To be frank, I don't have a problem with it. I'd rather be alone, anyway. Its how I've been for a long while now...

The moment the lunch bell rang, I headed for a tree outside on the school grounds. Yoshida meets me here, and we simply chat. He would drabble about anything and I'd listen, making my only input in the conversation either a quick reply or interrupting to prove a point. Why Yoshida takes it, I don't know. But, he seems like a good enough person to call a friend. I zone out in classes, primarily because the material is already in my head, they're just repeating it. But I do take notes, just so others can take them off my hands. After school however, is where the so-called "fun" begins. Yoshida meets me at the door to my class's room as I leave, and he follows me to our next destination. The moment we reach outside, I notice an odd sight in the distance. Out near the old school building stands a real sight. A girl, a little higher than me (about an inch), wearing the normal school's girl's uniform, with thigh long deep blue hair with few locks of hair to dangle on either side of her face, black thigh-high socks, piercing yellow eyes, light skin, well-endowed (you'd notice too) and a small bat-like hairclip on the left side of her hair. She's a real sight...

"Is something wrong, Ueda?" Yoshida interrupts my thoughts.

"Nothing...kinda. Do you know who that girl is with the blue hair?"

Yoshida takes a moment and adjusts his glasses to see the girl.

"Oh yeah, I heard about her from my homeroom teacher. Her name is Lucile Tyler. I hear that she's a foreigner who just transferred here."

"No kidding..." She disappears into the large school building. And so, another vanishes away.

"They say she's really popular already. She might knock Miss Shinra down to fifth."

"I wouldn't be surprised if she took 1st."

"I'm a little doubtful, Ueda. I mean, yeah, she's gorgeous, but there are loyal fans to Miss Shitorī, Himejima, and Gremory."

"Why is it always the foreign students who look so amazing?

"Maybe since it's something out of the ordinary from your usual sense of beauty and women, seeing one from a different culture and origin adds that new element of mystery to her charm."

"Hmm, I have taught you well, my young apprentice. Now let's get moving."

"Yes, sir!" he replies cheerfully.

After school everyday, Yoshida and I go visit some friends outside of school. It's a local maid cafe, where girls dress up as maids and serve your food. I don't much care for them. Why? Because they're basically actors. I don't like people who lie about things like that. I think one of out of school friends we're about to meet get's his heart broken by a girl from a maid cafe on a regular basis. But hey, I'm not the vengeful type. Yoshida and I arrive to the sweets cafe after several minutes of walking and go in. First thing we see is our two other friends already at our regular table with four seats next to the window out front by the very door we came in; two chairs on each side. They occupy one side while Yoshida and I take the other. As we sit down and exchange greetings, I look at the two of them to analyze their expressions and movements for any subtle changes to them. In front of me, since I take the outside seat, is Aikihiko Mori.

19 years old, currently he is in his company's brown jacket with "Yagiri Electrical" patched on the left side and his name under it, blue jeans, and needs a shave on his dark brown hair. To my left is Shinjiro Ishida, who is wearing s simple white button shirt, black slacks, and a blue tie around his neck. He must've been to an interview today. And since the tie is barely hanging on, I think the 18 year old, black haired graduate didn't make it.

While Mori works in electric, Ishida is trying to get into the porn game business. The talks around here usually involve the perverted stuff. Strangely though, Yoshida takes notes about their escapades (even though they don't have any). It keeps them entertained, I guess. After a while, someone else finally comes in. I turn my head, and am utterly surprised. The girl from before, Lucile Tyler, is in now in this place too. She's still wearing the girl's uniform, so I can guess that she hasn't been home yet. She walks straight for the counter and doesn't pay mind to anyone else. She comes off as the very proud type of girl. As I watch her, I hear constant giggling from the other side of the table.

"What?" I ask them as I turn my head away towards them.

"Oh nothing..." Mori says like a kid in trouble.

"We just noticed your eyes were glued somewhere." Ishida answers for him.

"What about it?" I ask.

"What about it?" Ishida questions. "Dude, even you should know that no girl will EVER love a pervert like you!"

Isida and Mori start laughing immediately.

"Don't worry, Ueda! I'm sure that you'll find a girl someday! Maybe, you'll even have your own harem!" Yoshida defended.

"Hmm, and what makes you say that, Yoshida?"

"Because while I can never hope to achieve your level, I can still live vicariously through you!"

"...Real inspiration there, kid."

I take out my phone and start trying to text my mother and tell her that I'll be a little late. But while I texted, Mori springs forward and knocks my cell phone out of my hand. It glides on the floor until it reached near Miss Tyler's feet. I shot a glare at Mori, letting him know that he'll pay for this later. I slowly walk over calmly to retrieve my phone. But as I bend down to grab it, I can't help but FEEL the impulse to look up Miss Tyler's skirt while down here. But, I know when I might get caught. Best not to look. As I stand up however with my eyes still on my phone, something bumped into me from the front and I start going down hard. I crash land on my back, and I feel something soft on my chest. I open my eyes from the crash and see Miss Tyler on top of me. And in the air is a small frilly box. That must be her order! I reach out with my free right hand not holding my cell phone and grab the small handle on the top of it. I turn my head back to Miss Tyler, who is now sitting up on my lap and shooting the sharpest of daggers at me.

"Um, sorry, I didn't mean to get in your way."

She sighed and stood up, and for once I wasn't tempted to look up her skirt as she went up. I stood up as well, and handed her the order she had.

"Sorry if anything is broken. I'll gladly pay for another." I hand her the box, and she glances between it and me for a sec before grabbing the box and opening it. She closed it, and stared at me for a moment.

"You're a student at Kuoh Academy, yes?" she asks me in a cold, demanding voice.

"Yes." I answer.

"Fine. Don't let something like this happen again." she said in the same tone.

She walked around me and left the store, leaving me stunned. No girl has ever NOT been intimidated by me. Even the guys noticed, because they all stared in disbelief. I still can't register it myself. I walk over to the group and suddenly feel a massive headache spring forward like a damn rabbit! I grab the table for support.

"S-Sorry guys, but I gotta go. I don't feel so hot..."

I began walking away, feeling gravity beginning to try to pull my head down. As I left the establishment, the sun suddenly seems a lot less friendlier than usual. I began walking down the street, opposite the direction I think Miss. Tyler walked. I continued walking, and walked and walked. I lost track of time, and suddenly everything seemed to go dark. I look around and see that its now night time. I must've black out while walking somehow, because I don't remember THAT much time passing. I take out my phone and realize that I've been outside for several hours, way passed my time to return home. I take out my phone and text to my mother's cell phone.

"Running late. Massive head ache." I continued walking, and even the night sky doesn't bother me. Night has felt more at home to me than most other times of the day. Plus, there's the fact that my eyes are pretty much always instant adaptable to night, even blackened and dark areas without having to try. My parents said that I was born from the gift and got it from mother. Anyway, my walk continued until I finally had no choice but to stop near a 30 ft tall street light post.

Man, I feel horrible. I'm not even half a block home and I'm feeling worse and worse. All of my senses are going haywire. I can hear things that are far off from, and my vision keeps shifting either nice and sharp or blurry and red. I try to stand up, but something on my right shoulder keeps dragging me down.

"Dammit, just what the hell is wrong with me?" I ask aloud.

Just as I asked that, I heard something. It sounds like flapping wings, but much louder. I whatever is attached to those wings is, it's big. I turn around and don't see anything in the sky, but I do feel something is off about the atmosphere around here. When I turned around to keep going home with caution, I saw something hit the ground to my right. I look down to see that it was a black feather. I pick it up, but something about it is just wrenching my gut.

"So, I've found one of you out here alone?" I heard someone ask.

I looked around and don't see anyone.

"Up here." He points out.

I look up to see a tall bald man wearing a grey trench coat standing on top of a street light. Who is this guy? How'd he get up there? And where did this black feather come from? The man jumped down from the light, and started walking towards me.

"It's rare I see one of you roaming around without a master. But, I suppose no one will mind if I just kill you."

I stepped back, and tried to look for a way out. But my head is so fuzzy that I can't tell left from right. To my further surprise, something started growing out of the man's back. After a few seconds, to large, black feathered wings appear from his back.

"Just stand still for a moment. This won't take long."

He extended his right hand out, and some kinda green energy started coming from it. It extended, and looked like a spear. He lunged toward me, spear in hand and ready to stab something. By some form of reflex I jumped; high. I went over the man and landed on the same street light he came down from. That's 30 feet! I know I've been a little strong for my physique but this is ridiculous. I turn around just as the man does, and he jumps up as well. I jumped again as well, but this time with less strength so I could go over him without going too high. I landed on the ground and turned around to run toward home. That weird green energy spear was thrown and landed right in front of me.

I stepped back only to hear the guy land behind me. I ducked as I heard something some at me. I turned around while down and straightened up to see that he tried to swipe at me with his right arm. I stepped around his spear and tried to run backwards. But he grabbed his spear again and lunged at me. First a swipe to my head which I ducked, a stab to my feet which I stepped back to avoid, then he spun around with the spear several times and adjusting it each turn to hit me. I ducked, jumped lightly, and saw an opportunity. As the spear came in again, I raised my left arm up so that it would stop his arm holding the spear. I then went in for a punch to his face with my left hand. The guy however, blocked it with his free left hand.

"Nice try, but no dice."

"Then how's this roll?"

I then moved my right with his left still holding it so he was open. I then moved in and delivered a headbutt to his face. With his grip lost, I turned around and started running again. As I ran, the sharp pain in my right shoulder came back. I fell to my knees and reached with my left arm to hold it. Its excruciating! It feels like there's something buried beneath my skin trying to break free. But then I heard wings flapping. I turned my head around and saw the man coming down with his spear, ready to kill.

I rolled forward and barely dodged the spear. I tried to stand, but the pain forced me down to one knee. I looked up and saw that the man stood before me still, holding his spear of green energy. He held it so that the tip is right below my head looking at the ground. He raises it, forcing me to raise my head to look up at him.

"I expected a little more, but what should I expect from a stray?"

"Stray? Stray what? I'm just a high school kid." He then looks puzzled.

"Strange…oh, you have no idea what you really are, do you?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" He then chuckled.

"Oh, how delightful. I get to kill one of your kind and no one will even know. Now please, keep your neck like that. I'd like a clean kill that will force plenty of blood to come forth."

This guy isn't kidding! He's actually planning on killing me. What did I ever do? I mean, is this guy some kinda angel? I'll admit, I'm no saint but I don't think I deserve death! I want to live, I still have something to do! As I stayed there, with little hope for survival, I felt something burn in my left hand. With my head still down, I glance down and saw that something black was burning in my left hand. I glanced up and saw that the black winged angel was preparing to kill me with raising the spear up.

"Any last words?" he asked me.

Okay, I don't know why, but I think this thing in my hand can help me out. I have to use it. I jumped back, and hold my left hand out. But I wasn't quick enough. The black winged angel adjusted his attack and threw the spear at me. It landed, and pierced my stomach. I first cough a tremendous amount of blood, before looking back up at him. The burning sensation in my hand is done building up. Time to let it loose!

"Go to Hell, you monster!"

At that moment, the burning sensation completely left my hand. A tremendous black blaze of fire came from my hand, and shot forward toward the black winged angel. The fire engulfed him, and he screamed in pain as the flames burnt away at him. I reached with my right hand and grabbed the spear. It burned to touch it, but it burns worse inside of me! I slowly pulled it out until it was out completely. I looked back at the black winged angel, and saw that he was still being burned by the fire and screaming in pain. I then threw the spear back at him. I saw it pierce his left shoulder, and he screams slightly more.

"YOU Damn SON OF A BITCH!"

He starts trying to fly out of the flames, but he crashed back to the ground. Now that he's out of the flames, I can see the damage. His left wing has been burnt away, his right leg and right arm have the skin burnt completely off, and his left foot is completely gone. I can see a giant burn scar across his face, the flesh around his right eye almost gone.

"I'll kill you for this! Cain never said anything about this!" He tries to fly away again, but he crashed again.

I fell back unto my ass, and simply watched him as he tried to run away. But as I sit here, I can feel myself slowly losing consciousness. Even with all the scenarios from the porn games I play, I never would've seen this coming for my death.

"At least you'll die with me, angel."

"He's not an angel. Well, not anymore."

That was a girl who spoke. I turned around and saw the girl from earlier today, Lucile Tyler, her dark blue hair moving with the wind. She's still carrying the frilly box she got from the café. She stepped forward and kneeled down to my eye level. She's stares at me with those yellow eyes, obviously here with some intent. I'm trying my best not to look down to her breasts. At least I'll die with my last sight being a beautiful girl. She placed the box in my lap, and reaches for the top of my head with her right hand. She tousled my hair lightly, and giggled.

"You're better than I thought. I'm impressed. And don't worry." She gently smiled as she stared at me. "You won't die. I won't let you." She stood up, and her smile vanished.

She looked at the angel, and stepped forward.

"Why one of who has showed up, I'll never know." She then stopped walking and raised her right hand up. "Now, do me a favor…" The black winged angel looked up and finally noticed her. "…and die."

Then, some electricity started building in her hair. Then, in a flash, a large dark blue flash of lightning appeared from her hand and shot toward the black winged angel. He screamed in pain upon impact and within mere seconds, his screams were silenced as he disintegrated. I fell back and hit the ground. The girl calmly walked over and stood over me. I avoid looking up her skirt and keep my eyes meeting her's.

"Now, what to do with you?" she asked with her smile returned.

"…Some help would be nice." I replied, barely hanging on to my breath. She then leaned down and sat on her knees, looking over me.

"I can help you, but when you wake up, I'm going to want something in return."

"It's not my soul, is it?" I asked jokingly. She then giggled lightly.

"Maybe…why?"

"I'd like to keep it. I'll sell it if I get really desperate."

"So, you're not desperate now?"

"Hmm…good point." I coughed some more blood, being careful not to cough on her brown bag. "Well…whatever you gotta do. Just, don't take my soul without permission, please."

She raised her right hand and placed it over my lips. "…It's a contract, then."

The blood loss finally got to me, and I lost consciousness. I don't know what's gonna happen, but all I can say is this: freaking awesome! Normally, I'd like to keep my cool but this is too unbelievable! I just hope that chick actually doesn't steal my soul. Last thing I need is to become a slave; especially to a chick I don't know. Well, even if she does steal my soul, at least she's beautiful. So, there's something. Now that I'm black out, I think I can finally recall that name that's spoken every night in my dreams.

"His name is...Abel"

Well, here's to whatever tomorrow may bring. Oh please at least let me keep my kingdom...

TO BE CONTINUED

Author's Note: Updates will be slow. Several other fics in the pipeline and work in the way. Apologies before hand.