Heyo! To those who follow me as an author, I'm back. Sorry this isn't a RWBY fanfic. Wanted to try sumn else first. To those who haven't met me, hello! It's nice to be sharing this with you all. I hope you like it. If you have issues with my grammar/story pacing, PLEASE let me know in the reviews. I don't really check my PM's that often, but when I'm updating a story I check reviews daily. If you think I need a Beta, LMK. I'll talk it out with you and maybe we can get somewhere. But enough of the boring-ass author's note. R&R!

Issei Hyoudou was a suffering boy. He often found it hard to do anything he found entertaining. Any time he would ever start enjoying something, the nagging parts of his brain would make him stop and hate himself for doing it. As he was brushing his teeth, he was given yet another experience of their incessant one-note arguing.

[Albion, you did not need to scream at me this morning while I was resting well. At least then you could've saved me the effort of arguing with you!]

{I felt the need to, seeing as you were, in fact, enjoying yourself. You deserve no such luxuries, Ddraig.}

Issei sighed. He knew that this would happen again. It happened every morning. One of the two voices in his schizophrenic head would 'wake' the other one up, and he'd be woken as a result. Because of this behavior of the voices in his head, he hadn't gotten a good night of sleep in over ten years. He wasn't even going to bother yelling at them today. They never listened to him anyways. He shrugged his shoulders, and continued brushing while the two voices of his imagination began yet another argument about 'their almighty clash' and who truly would've been the victor. The concept of it had gotten tired after the first three times, and he'd only heard it thousands more times since the first day. When he'd woken up with these two knocking around his head, he'd thought that voices would be the worst of it.

But no, instead, he also would hallucinate. He'd see wings on his back and gauntlets on his arms. Nobody ever saw them, as they never showed up when he was in public. Last time he'd told someone about his predicament, he lost a friend. Back when he had friends, at least. Now, he was alone. The voices had made sure of that. They constantly bickered about his choice in people, who was worthy of his time, etc. His morning routine was just as bland as always. Get up, brush teeth, eat breakfast, go to school. He hadn't seen his parents in years, as they were out traveling, sending him money to keep himself sustained.

On his way to school, Issei talked to as few people as usual. He wasn't surprised. His life was really just a progression of continuous monotony, nothing exciting ever happened. Ddraig and Albion made sure of that. Any time he picked up a hobby, Ddraig would say it was too boring, and he should find something better. So would Albion. His life had turned from a life to a robotic routine. Having completed his morning ritual, he quickly got dressed into his school uniform, preparing to go to school.

[About time, Issei. I was growing tired of the blandness of your home.]

{I think he can spend as much here as he likes, Ddraig. But you wouldn't know anything about how nice a home is, would you?}

The two then devolved into a new argument about their extraterrestrial home. Issei sighed for likely the hundredth time that morning. As he walked in the gates of the school, Issei didn't even bother looking around. He knew all he'd see was people enjoying their lives, free of two annoying voices that caused hallucinations. He also knew that if he bothered to pay attention, he'd hear them talking about how weird he was. The loner who couldn't talk. It wasn't that he didn't know how to speak. It was more that every time he tried, Ddraig and Albion, his oh-so-helpful voices, would begin talking over him, causing him to trip over his words. Eventually, people just stopped trying. And he never did in the first place. He knew he was going to fail. He always did. There was a time when he was intelligent and had several friends. But ever since those two had shown up, his life had been a miserable wreck.

"Ah, welcome Mr. Hyoudou. Nice to see you again." said his math teacher. He didn't bother replying. He knew that would only make his 'friends' pipe up, and they had finally gotten quiet. Sitting down silently, Issei got to work taking useless notes that would ultimately be judged by the other occupants of his mind. Class after boring, monotonous class happened, up until lunch.

Lunch that day was the first time in eleven years that something mildly positive had happened to Issei.

As usual, Issei was sitting alone in a hall during lunch. It wasn't that hard to find a place to hide in Kuoh Academy. However, soon his respite was interrupted by a voice aside from his tormentors.

"Excuse me…" a small, yet VERY real voice said. Issei ignored it. He knew they were probably talking to someone else. "E-excuse me." The voice said again. Issei grunted to himself. If they were going to give him pity, they might as well just get it over and done with.

[Reply, you buffoon. They are speaking to you.]

{Don't bother, Issei. They aren't worth your time.}

Issei sighed again. He decided to ignore all THREE voices speaking, whether to him or otherwise. The voice tried again.

"E-excuse me, Hyoudou-kun. Are you busy?" Issei, now thoroughly sure that this voice was speaking to him, turned to its owner. Looking up from his food plate, he was face-to-face with a beautiful girl who looked to be about his age. She had reddish-brown eyes, and long black hair. Honestly, she was quite pretty.

[You haven't seen true beauty if you think she is pretty, Issei.]

{On the contrary, Ddraig, I think she is quite beautiful in her own right.}

Issei flinched. He should've known they'd pipe up. They always did. They always had something to say. He decided to respond anyways, and see how far he could get before they tripped up his words.

"No, I'm not busy. What can I do for you Ms.-?" Issei left the question hanging, hoping to get a name.

"O-oh!" she exclaimed, sitting down next to him gingerly. She swept her hair behind her ear in a rather cute motion. "I'm Yuuma Amano. It's nice to meet you." she almost whispered with a small head bow.

"It's nice to meet y-"

{Stop wasting time, Issei. Get her to her point.}

[That's rather rich from you, Albion. You were the one who called her pretty, you know.]

Issei stuttered mid-sentence and floundered. It would've been easier to ignore them if they weren't so God-be-damned loud. It was like they were constantly speaking through a megaphone right into his brain. However, the reaction that Issei received was FAR from what he expected.

Yuuma giggled.

Of all the reactions that Issei had received throughout his past eleven years of toture, this was the first time someone had done something other than look at him strangely for stopping short in a sentence. And then the self-proclaimed dragons in his head went silent. Not just stopping arguing, that was a different kind of quiet. No. This time, they were honestly, genuinely silent.

"You know, Issei, I've been wanting to say something for a while now." Yuuma said quietly. She looked around cautiously, as if making sure no one was listening. She then leaned in REALLY close and opened her mouth.

"You're r-really cute, and I was wondering if you'd be willing to go on a date with me this Saturday?" she asked. Issei's jaw might as well have fallen off his face. He'd just been asked on a date?! He'd just been asked on a date! What? Looking into her eyes, Issei saw something he didn't understand. It was almost like anger, but at the same time that didn't quite get it right. 'Oh. She's probably waiting for my answer, huh?' Issei asked himself.

"U-uh, sure?" he said timidly. He'd never really interacted with women, so he didn't really know what to do, exactly. "I'd love to go." he followed a little more confidently.

"Great!" she yelled as she jumped up. "I'm so excited! I'll see you tomorrow!" she then walked away towards the cafeteria with a skip in her step.

{Finally made your own choice, I see.} Albion said.

'Bout time you showed up.' Issei thought.

[A fool's errand, Issei. She, while far from the pedestal of beauty, is still far above you.]

'And THERE it is.'

[But I do not fault you for attaching yourself to your hideous mortal standards of beauty.]

{Like you could ever understand beauty, Ddraig. The boy has a firmer grasp on it than you do.}

[A firmer grasp?! I may as well have invented the concept, Albion!]

The rest of Issei's day was a blur. He somehow received a text from Yuuma giving a time and place to meet, even though he didn't remember giving her his phone number. That put him a little on edge. But it didn't get him down. She probably got it from the student registry or something, given that it was a requirement for the students to put their numbers there. He spent the rest of his day at home barely managing to ignore his mental handicaps in favor of making a plan for his date the following day. He wanted to make sure she appreciated him, even if for only a few hours. After that, she could go back to ignoring him, just like everyone else. At least she probably would after she found out how incapable of speech he was. That and he had voices in his head. And he saw things.

Looking at places to go while eating dinner, Issei was in a miraculously good mood. A good enough mood to actually have a conversation with his two least favorite consciousnesses in the world.

'So, you two went quiet when Yuuma asked me out. What was the deal there. You never go quiet.'

[I shall be keeping that reason to myself, Issei. I have no desire to share it with you.]

{I simply decided it was best to finally allow you to make a choice, like a hatchling leaving its nest.}

[Of course you suck up to him, Albion. You never did know how to properly handle a question.]

'At least HE doesn't give me crap about every single breath I take, Ddraig. If I had to choose, I'd take Albion over you any day.' Issei snarked. Issei could basically FEEL Albion laughing at Ddraig's rage.

{I suppose this goes to show how far a little appreciation can go, Ddraig.}

[You're no better than me Albion! And you know it!] Ddraig retorted. Then it happened again. Both of his 'dragons' went silent.

'Uh..hello? You guys there? What are you talking about?'

However, Issei received no response. That left him alone with his thoughts. Issei quickly realized that was a VERY dangerous thing when you have schizophrenia. All of his crushing self-hatred, depression, and stress came crashing down on him all at once. He lost his appetite, and very soon after in the bathroom, what he had already consumed of his dinner.

'Why did Yuuma even ask me? I'm a broken piece of crap anyways.' Issei began thinking. 'She'd probably be better off with someone like Kiba or Motohama. They're always getting all the attention of the girls at school.' Issei then began to follow a brand-new rabbit trail of self-destruction. He began comparing all his faults and failings to the two most popular boys in school. How liked Kiba was. Or how respectful Motohama was. How both of them knew exactly what to say. They could both speak so clearly, and powerfully. They probably could charm the pants off any girl they chose with so much as a thought.

It was hilarious, really. Issei had actually thought that maybe he'd be worth Yuuma's time. That he might actually have found someone who cared for him. Who was he kidding? Sure, he'd still go on that date. He was a man of his word. But after that, he'd probably just save Yuuma the trouble and break it off there. At least he could save her the tremendous embarrassment.

Getting up from the toilet, Issei quickly made his way to his bedroom, and promptly fell asleep. When he did so, there were still two audible voices in the room.

[She was a fallen, Albion. You felt it. We both did.]

{Yes.}

[She will likely kill him for possessing sacred gears.]

{Yes. And then, I shall finally be rid of your incessant presence.}

[And I shall be rid of you, you filthy, worthless excuse for a dragon.]

Issei was double-timing it to the park, to make sure he was there on time. Both his voices were still silent, which perturbed him to no end. They were very evidently hiding something, which was honestly a new one to him. How they were hiding something was incredibly confusing. They only had his own knowledge to feed on, so it's not like they could know much better than him.

Arriving at the determined place, he saw Yuuma standing alone under a tree, looking around carefully. The moment she spotted him, however, she sprang into action. Quickly running towards him, Issei began to make out various minor details about her appearance he hadn't noticed before. How athletic she really was, despite her appearance. How red her eyes actually were. They weren't a red-brown. That was a misconception caused by poor lighting at school. No, they were actually, truly red. They were so red it added just a little more to how unsettled Issei was beginning to feel. But he put it aside. Right now, he had a good time to treat Amano to.

They started off with some lunch. Issei pulled out several monetary stops, able to get her some rather nice food from an Italian-themed restaurant. For about an hour they just had various bits of small talk, with Issei floundering at trying to speak, even though his torturers were still silent. Yuuma had lots of jokes to tell, and plenty of stories to talk about too. And she was apparently a bit of a history nut, if the amount of things she had to say about older civilizations was anything to go by.

Having had lunch, Issei then took her to a park, where they just walked around and appreciated the beauty of Japanese nature. They talked more, getting to know each other. Overall, Issei found that as he got to know Yuuma, he liked her more and more. But every time he began to feel happy, his issues would rear their ugly heads. Sure, Ddraig and Albion were still quiet, which, while Issei counted as a blessing, he found incredibly worrying. Problems like them didn't just go away.

Yuuma spent a great deal of the afternoon with him, even going to a little roadside store where Issei got her a nice little necklace. They eventually ended up back at the park, where they started. Issei felt like this was a moment straight out of a romance movie, but he didn't particularly care. He was stressed about too many things happening at once, and happy about finally having gotten a date.

"Thank you so much for this afternoon Hyoudou-kun." Yuuma said with a million-watt smile. "It's been so fun!" Issei just smiled and shrugged in return. "Can I ask you just one more little question?" There was a lilt to her voice that caused a shiver to go down Issei's spine. His hair stood on end. He was suddenly able to realize that he was in exceptional danger.

"Y-yeah, what's that Yuuma?" he asked probingly. Issei blinked, and suddenly Yuuma was no longer there. In her place was an incredibly domineering-looking woman, who wore almost no clothes at all, and had two massive black wings. Issei fell on his ass, scrambling backwards from her.

She adopted a sinister, sadistic smile, and said in Yuuma's voice, "Would you die for me?" As soon as she said it, Issei's stomach erupted in searing pain. Screaming out, Issei looked at her with nothing but absolute betrayal in his eyes.

"W-why?" he asked as he coughed up blood. "What did I do wrong?" A little of the blood landed on her shoes.

"Oh, you poor, simple fool. You didn't do anything." she said. However, now her voice was much deeper than before. She sounded like she'd aged ten years. "You just got cursed with a sacred gear. It really is too bad. I did have fun. Kind of."

'Sacred gear? Isn't that the thing that Albion and Ddraig were always talking about? Wait a minute.' Issei coughed up more blood. 'Those things...longinus. Longinus was a spearman. Urhg, man this thing hurts.' Issei began to see the world around him slow down. 'I guess I'm experiencing my last bits of life, huh.'

"Yuuma." Issei flinched from how much it hurt to talk. She looked at him with nothing but disgust in her eyes.

"What do you want you whelp?" she replied with malice. "I'm surprised you're not already dead."

"Do the names Albion and Ddraig mean anything to you?" Issei asked. Yuuma's eyes flared. Very few supernatural beings DIDN'T know them.

"How the HELL do you know those names, human?" she growled. Issei just began laughing. Hysterically. "Stop laughing!" she commanded. He dare not reply to her, a fallen angel, when questioned?

"Oh my God I'm not schizophrenic! I have those dragons in my head!" Yuuma then realized exactly what she had accomplished. She had not only killed a sacred gear user, she'd killed the user of one of the 13 Longinus!

[Finally, I shall be rid of you, Albion. I look forward to fighting you once again with a new host.]

{And I you, Ddraig.}

Inside Issei, something snapped. He stopped laughing immediately. They knew. They saw this coming. They KNEW. And they said nothing. That's why they had been so quiet. They were in cahoots with this angel to get him killed, so they could finally continue their 'glorious rematches' as they moved to new hosts.

He felt nothing short of absolute, undeniable rage. An unstoppable flood of emotion, yet at the same time, he felt nothing. He felt at peace. Like something was truly right with existence. And right then, right there, three words of absolute power sprang to his mind. He didn't know what they were, or where they came from. All he could feel about them was that they were born of these two beings inside him, and that he could only say them because they had agreed on something.

With his last breath drawn, the words tore form his lips in a whirlwind of power, shredding what was left of his dying consciousness.

{[DIVIDE BY INFINITY!]} came the sudden voice of Ddraig, Albion, and Issei, all from one mouth.

And with those words, everything around Issei was consumed in an otherworldly flash of divine retribution.

Sirzechs Lucifer, the most eminent devil of hell, felt something. Looking up from the papers he was going over, he felt it immediately. A ripple of pure distortion cascading across reality. He hadn't felt this kind of power since….no. It wasn't possible. Ddraig and Albion were sealed in the sacred gears. Their new users couldn't ALREADY be this strong. It felt like someone had struck a tuning fork against creation itself.

And it had come from the town where his little sister Rias Gremory was living.

Azazel was working in his lab when he felt something akin to a bell chime across space and time. It felt like the energies of the Red and White dragon emperors. But that couldn't be. There was no way that the two new emperors could've gotten this strong without someone hearing about them. He felt where it was coming from. It felt like reality was coming apart at the seams there, screaming for someone to bring it back together.

Devil territory though it may be, there was no way he was going to pass up THIS kind of opportunity to see the dragon emperors in action.

Gabriel, one of the four great seraphs of heaven, was overseeing someone's prayer in the Vatican when she felt the most powerful magical disturbance she had in centuries. It felt like someone was screaming at the nature of the supernatural itself in response to anger. Like someone had been betrayed. She could feel the anguish in this power. And it terrified her. Anger and hatred, they were dark places to draw power from, large wells though they were.

The energy also felt like the most perverse combination of the Red and White dragon emperors she had ever felt. It didn't feel like they were fighting each other. It felt like they were fighting together. If they had already become this powerful under the radar, and they were working together, there was very little anyone in existence could do, save the heads of each Biblical faction, and a few of the current gods.

Yuuma Amano, or known by her fallen angel name as Raynare, was never able to process what happened. The pitiful human had screamed some useless words in his death, and then everything went to shit. She had about half a second to react, then she was gone. Along with everything in a quarter mile radius. An explosion of raw, undeniable power ripped through the area, causing everything it touched to cease to exist. It was not destroyed, or atomized.

Anything, and EVERYTHING that the wave of power touched was simply annihilated from creation. A massive, perfectly half-spherical crater was blown into the center of Kuoh. There was no shockwave, no noise. Just a flash of light, a wave of power, and then nothing.

Above said crater there was a gathering of incredibly powerful beings. Chief among them being Sirzechs Lucifer, Serafall Leviathan, the Governor General of the fallen angels Azazel, and the four great seraphs of heaven: Gabriel, Michael, Uriel, and Raphael.

"What happened here, Sirzechs?" asked Azazel. "It's your territory after all."

"I do not know, Azazel."

Michael then spoke up. "I do believe that we all know the source of this power though. It is quite difficult to mistake those energies." Everyone nodded in agreement at that. Most everyone here remembered the progenitors of those energies clashing and causing the death of God.

"I think we need to investigate on the ground, not from the sky, Michael." insisted Raphael. "We will learn nothing while we stand here and talk." However, nobody moved. They all instead looked to Sirzechs. He simply bowed his head.

"Feel free to investigate. The more powerful minds we have working here, the better." he replied to their questioning stares. All six of the beings then descended to the ground. Looking at the floor of the crater, they all noticed how the surface was perfectly smooth. Like nothing they had ever seen. It wasn't like a traditional explosion with a shockwave and a blast. No, this was more along the lines of what Sirzechs' magic did. It just annihilated. It didn't blow up. But it was so much more precise. Everyone turned when Gabriel suddenly gasped. They all looked where her gaze was focused, and they all displayed their various reactions of shock.

There, in the very center of the blast, with a hole in his chest, sat one boy. His arms were covered in cracked, red, scale-like gauntlets, while from his back sprouted two incredibly damaged white metallic wings. Gabriel was the first to recover from her shock, running over to what everyone saw was a corpse. Raphael was the first to speak though.

"It would seem we do not have two dragon emperors, but one. And he possesses a tremendous amount of power indeed. Or rather, did. I suppose we shall have to find his successors now." However, what he said would never come to pass, as everyone who was present began to observe. Gabriel was glowing with light, and in her hand was a deck of cards. Uriel immediately jumped into action.

"Gabriel, what are you doing?!" he cried. He then noticed then she had drawn from the deck of cards what was widely known as the most powerful card in a suit. An Ace. Specifically, an Ace of Hearts. "Gabriel, stop!" he yelled. "You don't know what you're doing!"

"Yes I do Uriel!" she snapped back. She turned to look at him, and all he saw in her eyes was anguish. It was then he realized what she had done. She had looked into his passing soul. She had seen something there that no one else could. It was likely messing with her. He needed to stop her, immediately.

Marching towards her, he reached out to stop her. However, a thundering voice stopped him when he was but inches from stopping Gabriel.

"URIEL. CEASE." Michael boomed. Everyone save Gabriel looked at him. However, he had already calmed himself, and was back to his normal, reserved personality. Uriel then looked back to Gabriel, and saw that she had stopped glowing. That, and her 'deck' for her brave saints had vanished. She had completed her job. The boy had been revived as an angel. The boy whose power source was responsible for the death of their one true Father.

Looking to the leaders of the other factions, he saw what he expected. Uriel observed how unrepentantly infuriated Sirzechs was. An angel, which had shown up uninvited to his territory, had just revived a boy who was, for all intents and purposes, his. The boy had died for an unknown reason on devil territory, and as such, should've belonged to him.

Azazel looked less upset and more disappointed, as Uriel supposed he would. He had just lost an interesting case for study. Well, he hadn't ENTIRELY lost him. All Azazel would need to do would be to expose him to enough temptation that he would fall. Uriel had no doubt that Azazel would attempt such a thing. Honestly, he couldn't care less.

Looking down at the hapless thing, Uriel felt nothing but disgust. That such a weak, non-believing thing was able to sway the heart of the mighty Gabriel herself; was nothing short of sickening. Gabriel deserved something better. Something more perfect than this...this human. Looking down on him, Uriel saw nothing but weakness. No musculature, and no magical power to speak of, he was pathetic. He vanished in a flash of light, disappearing to the higher realms. Very quickly Raphael followed suit, not wanting to remain in territory that was not his for much longer.

Sirzechs spoke up. "Gabriel." he uttered. She stared at him defiantly. "The only reason I am not angrier with you is because I do not wish to incite another war. However, I would like to voice a serious breach of protocol you have just committed."

"On the contrary, Sirzechs. I have done no such thing." Gabriel replied evenly. If anyone looked closely, they would be able to see just how much pain Gabriel was really in. "I saw a suffering soul, and I, as an angel, have a duty to protect however I can. I saw that the best way to do this was not to let it enter heaven solitarily."

"Even so, he died in my territory. He was, by all rights and laws, mine to resurrect. See to it that this does NOT happen again." Sirzechs replied. Turning then to the rest of the leaders present, he bid good day, and left in a flash of red light.

"Well, this has been exciting, but I have to get back to my lab. Sensitive experiments and all that." Azazel said. He flew off, intent on finding a more private place to disappear.

The only ones left now were Michael and Gabriel. Michael simply stared at Gabriel.

"Michael, I couldn't let them take him." Gabriel said with tears in her eyes. "He's suffered too much. I couldn't leave one...not again." she then broke down into tears, crying over the now breathing form of Issei Hyoudou. Michael walked over to her quietly, placing his hand upon her shaking shoulder.

"And thanks to your stubbornness, Gabriel, you won't have to." he said with a smile. As she looked up into his eyes, he saw there an emotion that he had long since thought lost to his younger sister.

Hope.

Okay. So a bit of clarification. I've been told by several people while I was taking a writing break I suck ASS at cliffhangers. I try not to leave you guys on them too much, but when I do I apologize ahead of time because apparently my cliffhangers are the most annoying ones out there. So yeah, apologies ahead of time! I hope you liked my angel Issei. Like I said in summary, this isn't a harem fic. It will be strictly IsseixGabriel.

Regardless, on a happier note, it's awesome to be part of the DxD fanfictionbase now! The stories I've read have been(for the most part) really good and riveting. Y'all are some amazing writers. But again, like I said at the top, if you wanna tell me sumn, LMK thru REVIEWS, NOT PM'S. I DON'T EVER READ PM'S. Okay well that's not true, but I read them about once a month. If ya feel like flaming me, go ahead. If ya wanna criticize, go ahead. But please, for the love of God(heh, ironic considering the world this fanfiction is in) do NOT put it in my PM's if you wanna be heard.

Anyways, I'll see you next time!(Whenever that is)

Tchiao!