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(Thinking) ("Ddraig Speaking") ("Albion Talking") Flashback
Angel's Dust
"Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust. We are nothing, but dust and to dust we shall return. Amen."
"The Day a Miracle was Born"
"My name is Issei Hyoudou, a toddler at the age of ten, I live with my mother and father in an average household in Japan. I am currently running for my life at a forest in the middle of the night. I am completely terrified and traumatized at this moment. You see, my family was given an all expensed trip at Vatican City, coutesy of the religious Shidou Family. This was supposed to be a relaxing and wonderful vacation for us, it was pleasant at first and everything seemed to be fine. I didn't imagined that something so great could morph into a living nightmare."
(Third POV)
A little boy was frantically running in a dark forest, trying his very best to get to safety. Although, his young physique made him stop to rest behind an old oak tree, he slumped pathetically, comprehending his situation as much his developing brain could muster. He just witnessed the brutal murder of his loved ones at the hands of two men with black, crow-like wings protuding from their backs. Watching his mom and dad being butchered by what seems of spears made of bright light. Seeing the life of their eyes sucked with the painful spill of blood. His thoughts began to visit those harsh moments
"Oh Dohanseek, what are we doing again?" the mysterious man asked his partner as he kept strangling the elder Hyoudou.
Two imposing men just trespassed the hotel room with the intent of killing everyone in it.
"It's easy Chad, we are tasked by our Cadre to kill all the potential sacred gear users and their families to eliminate any form of threat in the future." The man said with a demented grin as he continued to pierce the woman in his feets, desperately begging for mercy.
Their cries of mercy were heard on deaf ears, the two men continued to laugh in pleasure. They were oblivious to the child that was hiding in the closet. Little Issei could clearly see the perpetrators as they tortured his parents. His eyes were full of tears, his little hands desperately trying to keep shouts of anger and sadness coming out from his mouth. He wanted to help them, he was too weak to protect them, he thought to himself.
Mr. Hyoudou saw his child in the closet, tears were already streaming from his eyes. Both him and his wife knew that they were going to die, but he will never let his son to be killed by these monsters, hell be damned if he wasn't going to put up a fight. He spitted at the eyes of his killer, making the fallen angel lose his grip on Issei's father, then the breadwinner immediately grappled the two enemies with strength fueled by his adrenaline rush.
"Run Issei! RUN! Live! Live!" he shouted at his son, where the little boy obeyed immediately. Issei ran as fast as his little feet could muster, heading for safety or anywhere far away from those evil men.
"You insignificant worm!" the fallen angel known as Dohanseek swore as he pummeled the fighting human to the ground and impaled him with a light spear.
"Quick you idiot! The boy is trying to escape! Lord Kokabiel will have our heads for our insolence!" he ordered to his comrade.
"On it!" his partner replied as he flew through the halls, with the intent of butchering the child.
"Where are you heathen scum?!" Chad shouted, his shrill voice clearly heard in the background.
As Dohanseek knew that the child is taken cared of, he shifted his gaze to the couple that were bleeding profusely, they were attempting to hold each others hand in a last effort to comfort each other. He eyed the couple in disgust and left the room to help finding the runaway target.
"Sentimental rubish." He mocked as he flew away.
"Honey... I am sorry for... not protecting our family." Mr. Hyoudou managed to say between coughs of blood. His wife just stared at him with eyes filled of tears.
"It's okay, as long as Issei's alive and well... I will never regret marrying you..." she said as she gripped at her husband's larger hand with her last remaining strength.
"Issei, please live..." Mrs. Hyoudou said her last words as she succumbed to her blood loss and closed her eyes along with her husband.
The young couple was now laying at their hotel room, their bodies lifeless and cold, the place was filled with the stench of blood and tears. It'll be a hour before any of the hotel staff will even notice that there was something wrong. The fallen angels made a spell to cancel out the loud noises that were released in the night.
He couldn't stand at the bitter memory. He whimpered in his knees, and wiped the overflowing snot in his nose with his sleeve. He was alone and afraid, he was in the middle of the forest in the dead of the night; what was he supposed to do now.
"Now Issei, if you ever run into bad obstacles. A sincere prayer to God won't hurt a bit." Aunt Shidou said to Issei while trying to comfort him.
"Oh come Jazz, stop pestering my boy in this "Invisible-guy-in-the-sky nonsense". You do know that I'm a man of science right?" Issei'd dad joked at his longtime friend.
"Oh don't be like that Jack, you just got to believe that's all." she retorted.
"Yeah right!" the family man snorted as he ruffled his son's hair.
He remembered his aunt saying that to him only a couple days ago, she was trying to help him after having a fight with his friend, Irina. Seeing no other option left, he clasped his hands together into a prayer sign and began to pray.
"Well, hello there God? It's me Issei, I hope you're not too busy and all...but, can you please help me... I'm scared. Mommy and Daddy's dead and I'm all alone with bad people with wings chasing after me. Please God, please help me. I know that this is selfish for asking you bu I don't want to die, I want to avenge my family please! " he prayed desperately while looking at the sky, expecting that some form of an angel will help him. Alas, he was met with disappointment as no one came to his rescue.
"Where is that kid?" he heard a demented voice coming towards his direction.
Hearing footsteps coming towards him, he accepted his fate and just prepared for his attacker. "If I'm going to die by these bad monsters, then I'm going to fight them like dad did. " the boy said in a scared tone yet with a hint of conviction. "Come on, there must be something I could use..." the young lad was rummaging the grassy dirt for anything that could be used as a weapon. "Ah found something... a nail?" aksed the child as he found a long nail with latin words "Helena est scriptor Clavus " inscribed on it.
"Helena... what?" the child barely understanded the foreign inscription.
"Well look what I found hahahahaha! Oi Dohanseek! I found the target!" the fallen angel immediately gripped Issei in the shirt collar; fully savoring the sight of a young boy with fear in his eyes.
"What are you waiting for! Kill him already! I just want to relax in a brothel for the rest of the night..." Dohanseek proclaimed, stretching his back joints lazily.
"Please... don't kill me." Issei pleaded as he clinged at Chad's arm with his left hand.
"Sorry kid, nothing too personal. You're just a dumb little kid with a stupid sacred gear." he began to form a light spear in his palm, menacingly enjoying the pain he was bringing. Issei began to squirm frantically to break free.
"How amusing, you're tough even for a kid. A simple light spear would do the trick-yaarghh!" the attacker screamed in pain as Issei struck him with a nail to his arm.
"Fucking child! You trying to give me tetanus!? That's it I'm going to make you suffer!" he threatened as he removed the nail from his appendage and began to tower over the little boy.
"It's stabbing time!" Chad exclaimed in demented glee as he stabbed little Issei squarely in his heart. Blood began to spill from the young boy's body as he fell with a loud thud. The boy's body was lying at the middle of a forest with a huge nail in his heart, making his death more painful and slow than a simple impalement from a light spear. Chad just stared at the results of his actions with a condescending smirk.
"Come on Chad, we're burning moonlight over here!" his partner shouted.
"Enjoy dying kid! If I were you, blame God for putting a lousy light spear in you. Ciao!" he said as he waved a mocking goodbye at his target, fully indifferent to the pain he brought upon the child and left with Dohanseek.
Issei just laid the grass covered by his own blood, he could feel the bitter taste of it in his mouth, his hand clutching his gaping wound. Seeing his blood drizzle in his fingers just made him cringe in utter pain. He was starting to cry again, crying on his tragic misfortunes, asking why the world was so cruel to him. At a young age of ten, he saw his parents being murdered, how he ran from the attackers that only resulted in his impending death. He will die knowing that superheroes weren't here to rescue him like in the saturtaday morning cartoons. What tragedy, your whole family and yourself being killed by demented beings with black wings.
"This... hurts... Mom...Dad...I'm sorry." he managed to say between coughs of his crimson liquid.
("I am sorry as well, Child.") A booming voice made itself known,which surprised Issei.
"Who...goes there? he asked.
("Look at your left arm.") it responded, urging the little boy to look at his left hand, revealing a large, red dragon-like gauntlet that already covered most of his arm. A bright green jewel was adorned in the center of the palm, and golden spikes was protuding on it.
"Who are- bleugh!" he coughed.
("Save your strength, I might be able to stabilize your body for a few more minutes...") The being said, the jewel in the guantlet beagan to glow, healing some of Issei's wounds but couldn't stop the nail in his heart that was currently lodged in.
"Thanks, who are you? You sound tough." Issei said weakly.
("I am Ddraig, the Red Dragon Emperor, I am currently sealed in your body for you hold my sacred gear.")
"Sacred Gear? You mean, the reason why those bad people killed my family?"
("Unfortunately, yes. For that I am sorry my boy. I could heal you but, the nail seems to be stubbornly lodged in your heart, and you lost a lot of blood from the ordeal. I am sorry.") Ddraig sincerely apologized.
"That's okay Ddraig, atleast there's someone looking after me when I die."
("...")
"Hey Ddraig, is there a Heaven that I could go to... I wanted to see my parents again."
("Yes there is one child, do not worry though, your pure soul would certainly earn you a spot up there.") the dragon said in a soothing manner.
"Awesome." he said quietly, before coughing up more blood, the pain in his chest began to numb.
("What is your name boy.") asked Ddraig "Issei... Hyoudou... sir." The boy politely revealed his name. He was a young boy in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"This sucks... I wanted to live... I wanted to have a family... thank you, for comforting me, even if I can't see you." Issei said with a small smile, a single tear escaped in his eye, before he closed it. The young Hyoudou laid in the forest grounds alone, with only a noncorporeal being there to confort him. He wanted to live, he wanted to live a meaningful life that his parents wanted for him; but alas, this wasn't supposed to be.
("I am so sorry, Issei. I promise that pure beings like you would be avenged. You could've made a fine host.") the dragon sadly said, he was already waiting to depart to another host, when suddenly, he felt a great presence in the young boy.
("What? Impossible, I never felt this holy aura in ages!") Ddarig stated in shock.
Issei's lifeless body began to shake rapidly, his wound in his heart began to glow a bright, white light. The long nail in heart started spinning quickly as numerous thorns and vines began to cover all of his gaping wounds until it was all fully healed. The little Hyoudou's eyes began to open slowly as the bright moonlight greeted him. He made a huge gasp of air as he was finally ressurrected before coughing some more.
"What the fudge!? I'm... not dying... I'm not bleeding!" Issei said as he began to check his body for any sort of illness. He was ecstatic that he found nothing but a healthy body.
("Issei! Are you alright?! What happened to you?") Ddraig said in worry.
"Yes... I'm alive... what happened- gaargh!" the toddler pondered before being subjugated to an intense migraine. The severe headache made Issei fall again to his knees, gripping his head to appease the great pain with limited success. Flashes of bright light began to flash before his eyes as his surroundings were engulfed in an endless void of monochromatic white, stretching in every direction as far as his eyes could see.
"Where am I?" he asked.
("You're in the mindscape, Issei. Although I' was shocked to find out that you managed to get here though.") a booming voice answered.
The toddler was then greeted by a fifty-foot western dragon that completely towered over him. His imposing aura amzed the young boy for he resembles a lot of the dragons from fairy tales.
"Awesome... that's your real form?" he asked in childish curiosity, not really.
("Indeed it is, I am surprised you're not afraid, you are a brave boy.") he said proudly.
"Why am I here though? This place is kinda creepy... and empty. Do you know anything about this?" he finally questioned.
("I... am confused as you are. To be honest, I should be in another host right about now. I am still reeling on the fact that you're perfectly healed and not... dead. ")
"I do." A feminine voice answered, earning the attention of the two.
"Whoa. Who are you beautiful stranger!" Issei asked excitedly.
("I certainly didn't expect this at all kukuku. St. Helena, mother of a former Roman Emperor. Founder of the Incineration Anthem, and the first bearer of the very nail that was used to crucify Jesus Christ himself.") Ddraig introduced.
"I see that my reputation precedes me, how charming of you Red Dragon Emperor ararara." the woman teased.
"Helena huh? You're pretty!" Issei said, as he observed the new person in his mindscape. Helena just smiled at Little issei while affectionly caressed his face in amusement.
"Such a cheeky young lad."
Helena was wearing a simple, black nun's attire that perfectly hugged her vuloptuous figure, her headdress barely covering her beautiful hair. Her blonde locks had a complimenting shade of green. Her aura was both warm and comforting.
("Yeah cute. I still have a question for you though. Why are you here? And why did Issei's mortal wounds magically healed? And why are there thorns.") the dragon asked.
"Oh Ddraig, you never change hahaha. Well, to answer all of your questions. Little Issei here somehow managed to possess my relic, I'm referring to the nail that has my namesake of course." she chuckled cutely.
("Of course! I was right afterall, my host is really lucky then. How very convenient.")
"So... that was the reason why I'm alive? Can that nail help my mom and dad?" he pleaded innocently, his eyes showing the pair that he still has hope that his parents will return.
("I am... truly sorry, Issei. But, you can't use the nail...")
Issei wanted to cry, but after all that transpired, he ran out of tears for the night and just slumped his head low.
"Oh you poor thing, it's okay... you still have us afterall. We're here to guide you." Helena hugged the child, sincerely trying to comfort him.
("Do not worry, child. I promise that we will avenge your wellsprings. Those fallen angels will pay for their despicable crimes.") Ddraig affirmed his statement as he balled his fists, in order to cheer up the orphaned lad.
The saint just stared at the Welsh Dragon in a disappointed look; while still hugging Issei tightly.
("What? I'm still a fearsome dragon. Even if you're a follower of the Blibical God, we dragons have the law of vengeance. We would never tolerate-") the Welsh tried to defend himself before being interrupted by the saint, her face displayed a determined aura.
"I know. Issei will perfectly avenge his loved ones. Our faith teaches us to love and forgive everyone, yet we are an exception to one of the Lord's most cherished commandments." she asserted, breaking her hug from the young Hyoudou and began to stare at the huge dragon.
"We are an exception. The moment the nail was struck in this innocent boy's heart... he became something more. He became... a scrap of miracle. He now possess two of the most powerful Longinus-tier Sacred Gears in existence." she explained softly.
("Huh, I didn't expect that from you.")
"Let's just say that... I belong to the more fanatic side of the faithful spectrum." she retorted.
"So... what do we do now?" Issei inquired.
"To properly train your new powers, you need a... little history lesson." she then touched the little Hyoudou's forehead with one of her delicate fingers.
("What are you planning, Saint?") the Welsh Dragon asked. Althouh the nun didn't entertained the question and just focused on the young child before her.
"Just relax for me little Issei, this might sting a bit." she warned with a small smile as Issei looked in awe.
Her finger began to glow as she started her chant.
"You are this generation's wielder of the mighty boosted gear that holds the soul of the Red Dragon Emperor. You were the lucky soul that was saved by this Holy Nail of mine. And by this nail, you are now given the sole mission of being our Lord's Divine Wrath here on our Earth. You shall continue the path of righteousness and utter domination of the Red Dragon Emperor. We are now divine messengers of his true justice. We are to be his instruments of divine wrath. We are called upon to cleanse his kingdom, bringing ash from the mangled corpses of our Lord may be gone but his teachings will forever continue in his followers and his Word."
"From looking at your recent memories, you prayed for a miracle, and with this spectacular twist of fate, your are now a miracle yourself. Use this knowledge that I will bestow in order for you to control your blessed gifts to its fullest potential. Go forth and become the Holy Dragon Emperor."
Issei just stared at the beautiful nun in front of him.
Vital information regarding the history of the supernatural, the three factions, and the other pantheon's existence, the fall of adam and eve, the crucifixion of Jesus. Complete context of the Bible, the Seraphs, Satans, and the two Dragon Emperor's glorious battle. Finally, the death of God of the Bible after defeating the four original maou began to flash before his eyes.
He was also given the sight of past possessors of the Nail, with an image of a young Helena finding the said nail in one of the ancient Roman catacombs.
"I apologize for this great and unfair burden that I entrusted you. You lost your parents because of the supernatural only moments ago, and now I am asking you to protect it. Do not worry though, I am always here to guide and protect you in my own ways." Helena said with a sincere yet faint smile as she removed her hand from his head and engulfed him to a tight hug.
"I won't... won't fail you Helena-chan! I will try my best to help others from suffering like me!" Issei said with an energetic grin as he accepted the nun's hug.
("This should be fun, I would offer you my powers to help you in every step of your way. For this generation, the power of the Red Dragon Emperor is now allied with the Church.") the dragon roared.
"Now that's taken care of. I believe you need to get going. Since we're in the Vatican... I suggest you find the nearest church so you could start training." Helena ordered.
"Isn't the church is more about peace and no fighting?" he asked.
("All beings have both goodness and darkness in them, the Church was never an exception to that rule. Trust me, we will guide you there and get you to one of their secret organizations tha would be perfect for us.") Ddraig assured him.
"Okay!" Issei agreed with a grin plastered in his face, oblivious to what was Ddraig was pointing out. The reaction made the two elder beings sweatdrop.
"Such innocence... I almost forgot that he's still a toddler." she said in amusement; the dragon just huffed as he crossed his arms.
"So Griselda... after our mission for this night... want to grab a bite to eat?" a man wearing priestly robes was conversing with his female partner as they were walking in the lighter part in bussier streets of Rome.
"For the fifth time Dulio, no." The nun rejected.
"Can't blame a guy for asking." he teased with his arms folded at the back of his head.
"Just shut up and focus on the mission, we have intel that two fallen angels are in our territory without confirmation by Governor Azazel." She said strictly as thay entered into a particular brothel.
"Huh, this should be easy aren't we? Just a couple low class fallen angels, just a simple lightning charm will do the trick." He proclaimed, trying his best to impress the blonde nun.
"Don't waste your breath..." Griselda replied in an indifferent tone.
The two exorcists continued on their destination, not noticing the background noise from the near tv in the brothel.
"Breaking News! A couple staying in the Vatican Hotel had been reported dead on the spot in their room. The Italian Police Department also informed that the couple also have a child that is currently missing..." the news anchor reported.
To be Continued
The spring flows, the river surges,
That deep sea, please watch over it.
You soar high in the sky on mysterious wings,
That dark sky, please guide it.
The rain of dawn wets my cheek,
Like how one embraces a child,
I want it to embrace me.
With a gaze that burns,
The power to chase a beautiful dream,
Please make that heart and soul, carry me on to world free of sin.
You soar high in the sky on mysterious wings,
That dark sky, please guide it.
Amen.
Author's Note:
This is the Reboot on my previous work... "God's Assassin". Yeah less plotholes I hope!
Issei will not be an Angel.
And to all the new readers... please enjoy this story if you like it and please review or pm me your suggestions. These things are what keeps me motivated in writing these things.
Have a Nice Day!