A/N: Trigger Warnings: All of them. Starting chapter 2.

I had grown to accept my new life.

Sure, it had been a difficult few months before everything fit together, but I like to think I got a much better deal than the others in this situation, I can't be the first right? Instead of having everything shoved in my head in one day or worse waking up inside of a uterus;I gently dreamed everything from my past life over the course of my first months living my new one.

Now, that isn't to say everything went perfectly. If the intention was for me to be an actual self-insert character, I believe I would have to feel as if the man who the memories belonged to was me.

And I don't feel like that.

The man and I are different people. Sure, his knowledge played a big part in the formation of my personality, and I might have acquired a taste for some of his fetishes, but none of what was left of him held any influence over my consciousness, all of his memories were presented to me in a reasonably detachable way; I watched his experiences, rather than living them.

That isn't to say I resented the man, quite the contrary; I held great gratitude for that man who lived a pleasant but uneventful life. The knowledge that he left would help me significantly in the future, and the wealth of media he consumed were quite entertaining. However, I'm not the same person.

So, who am I?

Well, my first few weeks were plagued by that question, and they were quite dull now that I look back on it. Once more I'm very grateful for the memories, as they gave me the much-needed context for these basic, but pointless questions. I would decide who I am later, taking in accord my future actions and choices.

One thing that was made clear was that I'm not normal, even by the standard of this new life.

A baby is not born with full self-awareness, that's for sure. Even when I first opened my eyes, I could see and understand everything around me. And that makes for a very confused baby.

So my first few weeks of awareness were spent pondering about the profound questions about life and existence; quite like that whale that was born beside a bowl of petunias a thousand feet up in the sky. Only for most to be answered by the upcoming memories, and the answers being a variation of the always wise: 'Don't think about it'.

But they brought more than answers; they brought knowledge, wisdom, ideas, and more important power.

That's how I knew this is a reincarnation situation.

A seemingly light-hearted world with a very dark interior for anyone opposing or not directly involved with a perverted draconic teenager powered by the power of breasts.

I'm in High School DxD. Or at least something very close to it from what I picked up.

And I've picked up enough clues over that past few months to say that for certain.

And yes I shat myself when I first found out, literally, a baby's bowel control sucks.

See being reborn in a world that shared a resemblance to DxD wasn't bad, in fact it was amazing!

If a mouth breather like Issei, if he exists, can get a massive harem of stupidly attractive women then I should, should being the keyword, be able to do the same.

Then I met my twin. We were identical and as newborns we looked like babies with hazel eyes and tuffs of dark silver hair on top of our heads.

Even with me being aware of myself and my surroundings there was something like curiosity at staring at my twin.

When the maids entered the room I learned something amazing things really, two things that kept me from running to the sidelines, trying to stay as invisible as possible and hope for the best.

The first; I was born a Devil.

For those who don't know; that's the race whose magic abilities were ruled by imagination; as in, everything you can imagine, you can do it, if you have enough power technically.

That's the kind of power that'd give anyone wet dreams.

The second being our power being astounding as mere infants.

Then I heard my name. And I would have crapped myself if I had anything left to actually shit.

The maid changed me before wrapping me up in the softest blanket in the world. Azure blue with silver trimmings.

Then I heard my name.

Vim Livan Lucifer. And my brother Razevan Lucifer.

Took me a few seconds to realize what those names meant. And then I started shrieking which Raze responded too soon after, probably from fear but instinct made me cry from the fear I felt turning my blood to ice.

I was forever grateful that Rizevim wasn't around and that the maids soothed us as soon as we started crying.

I didn't realize how close to death we came to being that day. And didn't learn for five years.

My eyes snapped open when my door opened. A man that loooked to be in his early twenties with sharp features with long silver hair raised into a pony tail entered my room. Walking over to my bed he pulled the silk layers off me letting the cool air wash over me. "Lord Lucifer it is time." Euclid said as he held his hand out towards me. Terror filled me. My insides felt like they were being manhandled by a unicorn...

An experience I can claim is not pleasant.
Virgin eating monstrosities.

"Where is Razevan, can't he do this for once?" I ask forcing fear and hesitation out of my voice. My expression cold.

"He's currently sleeping." He stated while we continued down the furbished castle. It's not gaudy but it's at the level of luxury where you want to say it's almost too much. "Do you wish for me to get him instead? My master said to get his son, he never stated which son." His cold red eyes making me feel uncomfterable. He was wrong. Like an imitation of my father rather then his own person.

I snorted as a response trying to make it seem natural while a cruel sneer made it's way on my lips. "If you bring that little coward he'll just die or start crying the second he starts."

"As you wish lord Lucifer."

Damn puppet. I thought. "So Euclid. I hear you have a sister?" I saw him tense from the corner of my eye. I couldn't see what expression he had without looking at him but I'm glad that Greyfia is still a trigger for him.

"Yes Lord Lucifer. I have an older sister." He spoke the anger in his tone being the most I've seen from him that wasn't the butler persona.

"Huh. I've never seen her around before. Does she work at another estate?"

"Yes. She works at another compound."

"Huh that's neat. I've never met another Lucifer besides my father and Razevan. Is she serving along with others of your family?

"No. she serves the other family at the behest of your father." He almost snarled but he looked like he was almost there and just had to push.

"Well I hope she's getting help. I know serving us isn't simple. Who knows how many messes she has to clean up for her master, and I know how much your clan loves taking on messes. I just hope she doesn't take more then she can handl-"

"We're here." He stated, his jaw clenching as he turns back in the direction we came from. Looking ahead at the metal door with the symbol for our house engraved in a stylish design like on several other locations in the castle. Pushing open the door the marble was replaced with stone that continued a few feet before leading to a stone staircase shrouded in darkness.

Wondering why we need a dark staircase when we have night vision. The echoes of my bare feet slapping the polished stone as I descended the stairs I could feel a shiver going through me and the farther I went the more my body recoiled against the feeling. It felt like a combination of being bathed in acid and electricity before being lit on fire -All of it magical of course- to actually hurt us. Not that humans discovered acid at this point in time. Arriving to the bottom I arrived at a stone door with again, our symbol etched on it.

Opening the door I realized why I was feeling off. Across the stone room was a, thing. It illuminated the room in a sickly green light.

In the middle of the room was a magic circle eight feet in diameter was was glowing skeleton with elongated canines.

Never mind it's a he. He was whimpering as his body broke apart to the bone before he was healed leaving raw flesh exposed to open air.

The floor was covered in blood and his waste. I wanted to be sick. Wanted to feel empathetic, cry, offer help.

My father tore that out of me.

The magic circle faded. Then a band exactly the same as the magic circle appeared on his wrist and the man stopped crying as he fully healed.

He was large. Pure muscle that would make any enhanced body builder green with envy.

His eyes were empty sockets emoting defiled holy light or is it purified darkness.

There were 3 sets of black crow wings grew out of his chest.
With a pair of dragon like wings on his back.

He looks up at me, his red eyes empty, dead.

"Kill me." He begged. His voice echoed with another voice.

I couldn't look at him anymore. Holding my hand out towards him he smiled. Holding his arms out he closed his eyes. A blast of pure demonic energy shot out like a beam, through the wall and through the castle.

Maybe the garden outside too.

That's Euclid's problem.

It was exhausting. Living with Rizevim makes the most abusive father look kind and caring.

He didn't beat us or belittle us or anything like that. No if you have his attention you either kept him entertained or you suffered a terrible death.

If you didn't fear him he'll kill you, if you feared him he killed you.

If you bored him he would kill you.

If he wanted to kill you for shits and giggles, he'll kill you.

Looking at Razevan eating a bowl of pudding Lady Lucafige brought us. The silver haired lady, a really common color here apparently, looked to be in her late twenties granted she could be any age.

She wore a maid outfit with cold red eyes. Basically a copy of Grayfia but with her hair tied in a braided ponytail.

Is there something noble or refined about ponytails? I thought to myself when I realized only Father, Rizevan, and myself didn't have any.

Poking at my pie I couldn't bother eating. Tapping at the long table big enough to fit a hundred people just for the two of us filled with food.

I made a mistake last night. A mistake that broke the most important rule if you wanted to live a long stress free life. Or just live in general.

DO NOT GET Rizevjm's attention. EVER!

So stupid little me ended up in the Lucifer Library looking for spells, techniques, family ability, artifacts, anything.

What I got was running into my father. I'd rather run into Michael If I'm being honest.

"Now what are you doing here?" Fear snared my being as I took in my fathers presence. His light hearted tone and warm smile couldn't hide the pure vile aura of his being. I bit my tongue until the copper taste of blood was all I could taste.

I was NOT going to vomit on or in the presence of the man.

"Well?" His smile grew and I probably looked as white as cotton.

"I-I was look- I was looking for books to learn how to use magic." He blinked and I couldn't tell if I pooped myself when his smile became demented.

My heart was beating in my throat when he said what any child would want to hear from their father.

"Ok. I'll teach you all I know Vimmy."