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Academy DxD

[Prologue]

||The Prodigal Son of the Dread Empress||

Prodigal

Definition:
1. spending money or resources freely and recklessly; wastefully extravagant.
2. having or giving something on a lavish scale.

Issei fell on the first definition. Not monetary-wise, but talent-wise.

A stolid underachiever who did not prepare much for university.

Actually, he never prepared much for anything other than not being himself. Not fully himself. His high school perverted persona that was hopelessly and utterly obsessed with the lumps of meat called breasts wasn't entirely a lie either. He liked them as much as the next guy, but to be engrossed by them? Maybe not.

When other people or beings, heroes or legends, good or bad, had very long and expansive collection of cool-sounding titles and oftentimes sad and sappy backstories strived to get what they wanted, pursue what they believed to be a noble goal, to free their people, to rule the world, to get their missing fathers to finally come back home only to discover he was the villain all along; all Issei wanted in life was to chill out.

Every rudimentary education level he passed with a breeze up until high school, where then he was introduced to the pinnacle of human inventions; video games, video games with jiggle physics, and movies. Actual movies, not porn. Animated or live-action; he at least learned to never judge people by their interest alone. Motohama and Matsuda were two shameless skirts-chasers and degenerate peepers who happened to like animated works.

Granted the 'arts' they liked were essentially softcore porn. 'Highschool DxD' was a popular show among preteens for obvious reasons. Not that any male students with a social life ever admitted that out loud, but that was why he valued the Notorious Baldy and Glasses; they don't pretend to be someone they're not, even if the world judges them for it.

A rare breed, those two idiots were.

Issei would love to have done the same, if he didn't have to worry about those Devils trying to cajole him into their service and ruin his daily routine.

Wake up, head to school, get chased by a mob of angry Kendo/Track and Field/Aikido club members the Scandalous Trio decided to peep on that day, go home, binge-watch an entire series or re-play a beaten game or scream at some other Asian guy who kept kicking his ass in online games. Compared to most, it wasn't a routine people would feel proud about. But it was his routine and it was a cycle that turned into a habit.

An addiction his parents did not appreciate much, but tolerated nonetheless since they considered it an improvement. Better this than having a low-life degenerate who would wait on public spaces for a gust of wind to flip a skirt or two.

That said, Issei wasn't downright irresponsible despite his addictions. Grades? Below average. Sure it had taken a plunge, but people like him didn't need to give a shit about high school grades unless they were aiming for 'elite' universities. Friends? Below average. He could have gotten more popular if he ditched the M&M, but they were too fun to simply be bartered for reputation.

Issei had quaintly expressed his message in regards of dumping his two best mates, people who had been through hell and back with him, and that was 'Go away and kindly go fuck yourself.'

He gained a few admirers that day. They didn't treat him much better, but at least they respected the pervert if only for a little.

Gained a slew of enemies too, but Issei didn't mind them. He didn't want fame to become him for one, and because it would be too much work. Maintaining a healthy public relation? That was too much to care for someone who couldn't give two shits and march on the beat of his own drums.

But now that high school life had ended, and the holidays bridging the start of a new semester at yet another educational institution owned by the same megacorp who owned his last highschool; The Gremory Group, were nearing their end, Issei realized one thing he should have realized long ago. It came a bit late, as he was now about to set forth to his new place where he would be legally imprisoned for the next three and a half years; a dorm in Hell - which had been re-labelled as the Underworld.

Apparently, 'Hell' inspired the idea of 'eternal damnation' which freaked out the more religious tourists, but that wasn't what mattered here.

His future was at stake.

"Mom, I think I'm gonna be an accountant instead."

"No," Miki Hyoudou responded in kind, but Issei knew better to not sense the brimming wrath and annoyance behind her words. "Issei, my dear boy, you're going to Lucifash. Don't be childish now; we've already paid the tuition fee."

"Well yes, but actually, no," Issei pointed out. "The Gremory did. I bet they're handing me free scholarships because they want to make use of me in the future. I don't want to be some corporate slave! What if they make me wear tacky uniforms?"

"What did I just say not five seconds ago? You're being childish."

"Well I got it from my mother."

Noticing his wife's descending patience at her offspring's snarky remarks, Gorou Hyoudou stepped in, being the more diplomatic of the three.

"Son, you won't be a corporate slave. You can learn many things from Lucifash. Treat it simply as a stepping stone for your future."

"Uh-huh, sure dad. None of those renowned-manipulative Devils will ever try to turn me into their literal pawn. Those Fallen Angels won't ever try to recruit me into their sketchy organization. Those "Mythical" Heroes definitely won't try to kick my ass either because Demon equals Bad Guys. Demon in Hell? Woof. Not to mention that uni have the Rating Game as their main attraction and focus, and they're gonna make me beat up girls and boys my age and applaud me for it. Mhmm, yep. Thanks dad, my clouds of doubt have now been cleared; I knew I always wanted to be a pit-fighter."

Gorou sighed. Sometimes, his son could be too cynically calculating for his own good.

"Ohohoho~, shut up, brat." The former Tyrant revealed a semblance of her true self. Ominous black haze emanated from her body, charring the air around her as well granting her a fearsome visage of an Archdemon in disguise. Didn't work that well on her own son, however. "We've raised you for 19 years and a half. Your father and I want to take a break from it."

Fortunately, Issei wasn't the sensitive kind to take his mother's words to heart. Maybe if he was a human he would be affected more.

"I've never felt so loved," so he said.

"Now, now, Miki… That's something you shouldn't openly say to your son." Gorou placidly placed a hand on her shoulder, easing her rage as he spoke to their son. "It's never our intention to get rid of you, my boy. We want the best for you, like all parents would their child."

"The good ones."

Gorou sheepishly smiled. "Although your mother isn't entirely wrong… it's been a long while since we're able to spend some time together."

Words which mellowed the once Tyrannical Demoness almost in an instant, heating up her cheeks like a pack of instant noodles. Weird comparison but he was sure his future diet would consisted of instant noodles if he refused. Issei didn't know how his very human dad managed to make the late Dread Empress his wife, but if there was anyone that should have been respected more than his mother, it should be her husband.

Since Issei would rather not have his own parents being lovebirds in front of his two eyes as that wasn't very nice for his stomach, he moved the discussion along. "That's great and all, but sending me to Hell is... you know. A bit much."

"You'll fit there. Like a glove."

"You would say that, mom."

"Suck it up, child."

Issei sighed. "Alright, alright. I get it. You want to subtly get rid of me... What's the worst thing that can happen there anyway?" He felt like he just jinxed himself, but shrugged it off. Surely movie clichés wouldn't apply to real life, right? ...Right? "Just don't get disappointed if I come out as some ordinary person. Like a farmer or something."

Gorou looked at him with kind eyes. "We'll never be disappointed in you, son."

"Yes, yes, bless thee well and all that mellow goodbyes. Now git."

With the farewell of his father's warm smile and his mother's victorious grin as she eyed Gorou like she was going to devour a child, a smolder of dark lights drowned his vision.

The next thing he knew, he had finally entered a world he had stubbornly avoided, specifically at the Underworld University of Lucifash.

He thought he was prepared to lose his peaceful human life, and Issei did. He knew he had to let go, but knowing didn't make it any easier, unfortunately.

Oh well... Better to move along and see where this current take him rather than be mopey about it.

Break

He realized he might have been teleported to a terribly wrong place in the right world, because he was transported to a place surrounded by naked hot babes. A very brief observation later, judging by the overall layout of the room and lockers used to store their clothes, he deduced that he was precisely at a changing room reserved only for female occupants, who seemed to be his senior, and had been practicing some kind of sports earlier as their skin glistened with sweat.

Equipped with nothing but a black Adidas duffel bag containing his clothes, Issei realized there really was little else he could do aside from embracing his fate, as well as embracing the sight of marvelously shaped tits of various sizes. What other things could he have done? Explain that it was all a misunderstanding like a normal person would?

Nooo... that would be ridiculous. And boring.

"Well, well. What do we have here?" A hot babe said, as suddenly, the hostility in that room spiked to an unknown level. "A living target practice."

"Wait." He raised a finger before the girls coated by various inhuman powers were about to mob him, unaware of the presence of his former seniors, staring at him with eyes wide of surprise but devoid of anger. "Firstly, is this Lucifash?"

"Yes." A girl said - though she almost sounded like a boy.

A trap?

"Aha, so at least I am in the right place. Evidently at the wrong spot. I can explain why, but I don't think any of you would want to hear it, so here's what I'll say instead;" Issei pressed the palm of his hands together as if he was standing before a shrine, and bowed deeply. "Thank you deeply for the amazing tits buffet."

Those were his last words as a dozen of angry topless females lunged at him.

Or where he was a split-second earlier. He had traversed the space between him and his exit. 'Blink' was the very first supernatural ability his mother taught him. An ability that transpired to him after playing a certain assassin-ish game with very cool mask and jumpy abilities.

A cheap, reliable move that had saved his ass more than many times since her mother tossed him off a cliff into a formation of jaggedy rocks next to an open ocean.

"It's been a great time," he said as the horde of females glanced at him, surprised from his short-range instant teleportation, but still brimming with anger.

He placed a hand at the door handle; his escape. "But I kinda have to tidy my room a bit, so…" he gave them a peace sign. "Adios."

The girls seethed as he made his great escape through the giant recreation center of the Lucifash Institute, running half as fast as his feet could carry him, thinking he might as well sightsee the many sport-related establishments he would very unlikely spend most of his time at. He remembered from the flier that he was at the Eastern District of the gigantic prestigious campus site, which meant he was at least one and a half miles away from the Central Site, where the gigantic Rating Game stadium was placed. Then another mile away from the Western District, where the gigantic dormitories and his new place resided.

His safe haven. Only a few miles away.

Speaking of which, that was also the place where his mother should have teleported him.

Did he blame her? Not really. Tits were tits. And who knows? He might get deported without needing to feel bad since it wasn't his fault to begin with. Unfortunately, that only applied to the normal students. He knew he wouldn't be treated like a normal student and that idea already bothered him. Rare for someone with his heritage to be not differently treated.

Considering the sound of rampaging teenagers behind him as he whizzed past a pair of confused Demons, they wouldn't bother to believe him even if he groveled before them. They were seeing red and was looking for a viable excuse to be mad and vent their anger the moment he got dumped into their changing room. They wanted to paint him in red. Issei would rather not see his blood, because he might die. Dying was not an epic end when he had barely even taken the first step of his journey.

'Ah… this brings me back.' As he was abusing Blink; a method to travel through a small distance reliably, a memory of him and two of his best buds replayed itself. A similar time where he was but a perverted degenerate, before turning into a NEET degenerate.

Though, the only difference was it wasn't his intention to peek on them. An honest mistake.

Not complaining, though. As there weren't any mistakes; only pervy little accidents.

Break

Back at the girl's changing room, where most of its previous occupants had quickly dressed themselves to lay a world of pain to their falsely acclaimed wrongdoer, Akeno Himejima tittered serenely as she calmly tucked her luscious breast inside the cup of her purple laced bra.

"After those two quiet years, little rascal has finally stirred up a new trouble... and before his first day even began, no less."

"I wasn't informed he would be enrolled here." Rias Gremory said, A little bit upset that her brother didn't tell her, but smiling keenly nonetheless as she hooked her favorite black and red brassiere. "I didn't expect him to enroll here out of all places."

"Ara~? Bitter still that he refused you, Rias?"

"Don't make it sound like I proposed to him," the youth with the scorching crimson hair replied. "I'm not Raynare; I only offered him a deal."

"My, is she in for a surprise..." Akeno tittered. "In fact, I think many will. 'The Prodigal Son of the Dread Empress'... or so we say. Won't his arrival mean he'll reveal his true colors?"

Unambitious, but nevertheless her son and not without talents. Rias knew. She could tell. If she was as perceptive to talent as she thought she was, Hyoudou Issei held many untapped potentials. If only she knew a way to make him submit to her, she could help him achieve those potentials.

"Who knows. We now do. Maybe he changed his mind." Rias allowed a smile, already imagining things he could do for her. "...This will be an entertaining year. We may have just found ourselves a cute junior. All that's left is to find a way to get him to play along nicely…"

"Before somebody else does, no?" Akeno hummed, inserting a sense of urgency into Rias' mind.

"That's obvious. Aside from you, me, and likely Sona, I don't think anyone here knows who he truly is. It's been almost a half of a century since the Empress' faked her death, and our generations are unlikely to have done their research. It's good that he's not one to boast about his legacy either." Rias' smile grew a mite wider. The smile of an opportunistic person who knew there lied an opportunity, and she was one step ahead from most of her competitors.

"An advantage I'm sure we won't be able to hold for long, especially after the tests," Rias then concluded. "Until then, we'll need to figure out his main source of motivation."

The Gremory Heiress chuckled, donning on her sleeveless red and white striped shirt. One thing she liked from her world's university was that there was no need for uniforms. Even the staffs were free to wear whatever they wanted as long as they looked presentable. Most of them still prefer to wear stylish suits, however.

For two years she had failed to persuade him. Now the same opportunity and the same deadline had appeared before her once again; a second chance to intertwine their fate, and Rias Gremory wasn't known as a Devil who could accept repeating her past failures.

"Stubborn as always I see," Akeno lightly giggled. "What if he doesn't want to be anything special, hm?"

Rias snuffled. "That's not possible. For someone with a mountain of potentials, I'm sure he has his own ambition he pursues. More so since he enrolled here. Our goal is to find out what it is... Maybe he wants to try and be a King of the Rating Game."

Issei really did not want to be a king of anything, but Rias couldn't see that. She couldn't see it for two years.

Akeno finished buttoning up her blouse, and presented a teasing smile. "Whatever you say, Buchou~"

Rias blushed, and frowned. "…Please stop calling me that. It's embarrassing."

"Araaa~? Embarrassed now that you realize you were a closet-weeb I see?"

"Akeno."

To be continued…

Alternate Story Title: University of Arcane Magic and Shit

Story is AU. Don't try to enforce the canon storyline because it won't. In fact, it won't follow any canon plotline. Your canon can kindly fuck off :C

For some background, in short, all supernaturals said 'yo let's just get along and pit our youth in this totally legal fight club competition lol xd' at some time in the past. More background to be revealed in future chapters.

Oh right, Issei won't have Ddraig this time. Or any Dragons. Just wanted to write him as a single person without any cool entities inside him because doing {I am your partner} gets tedious as heck, and feels like most of the time, whatever entity in him just serve as an exposition spoonfeeder.

Since i don't have a good image for the cover, have a picture of hot 2D girl until I do

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