Prologue
Devil x Dragon

The cold night breeze swept through the empty streets of Berlin as the echo of footsteps rang on at a calm, brisk pace through the abandoned neighborhood near the outer limits of the city. The one responsible for the only sound in the dark was uncaringly continuing, unbothered by the lack of light or people.

The person eventually stopped in the middle of a road fork and looked around. His black hair swaying slightly and red eyes narrowed in a sharp glare as he scanned around. The open leather jacket worn over a black shirt along with some dark blue pants didn't do much when it came to hiding his good physique.

Many would think of him as a delinquent at first glance, and technically, they wouldn't be wrong. Except he was more. Much more

He was a Devil.

…or half of one.

The young man started sniffing, as if he was some hound, followed by growling.

"Dammit… We're at the end of the trail and nothing" he spat out, frustration clear in his voice.

Many would also think of him as insane for talking to himself, and again, technically, they wouldn't be wrong. Except-

'(Don't be like that, we still have a couple places left)' a deep, male voice responded back in his mind.

"Ah yes, a run-down house and an abandoned warehouse, very high chance we'll find anything there" the devil scoffed, sarcasm dripping out. "We have higher chances of running into someone related to a Satan."

'(And since when are you Mister Pessimistic, hmm?)' the voice sassed back, continuing before the devil could retort '(How about we make your name in the business as something like "Jack, the Pessimist Hunter. Does the job twice as fast, twice as efficient due to fear of not getting paid!". Would probably get someone to think about it and after that it's all about riding momentum)'

"Kiss my ass you overgrown gecko"

'(Tsk tsk tsk. Not even double digits in terms of years spent together and you're already running low on insults. How disappointing)'

Jack frowned for a second, before chuckling as his boiling anger started disappearing

"Yeah, needed that. Thanks bud." Jack said as he took a left at the fork, heading towards the house first.

'(It's what I'm here for, ain't it?)' Vritra, the only Evil Dragon in the ranks of the Dragon Kings, responded without much… well, anything you'd expect out of an Evil Dragon.

Except the sarcasm, but that's because of his host's influence.

'(Keep your head on your shoulders, I don't need you going nuts when we find those elitist bastards)' the Dragon King chided, before chuckling '(Unless of course, it's our kind of nuts)'

"Oh we will. Mark my words Vritra, we will." Jack spat out, murder and death being promised by his tone

The conversation ended with that grim note as the devil reached a ruined two story house. The walls all had visible cracks on it while the windows were all broken. The fact it was still standing was a miracle.

Or an act of magic, one of the two.

Jack got to work and entered the building, searching every corner. He was very tempted to also literally turn it upside down in case of a secret passage or bunker hiding underneath. In the end, he found nothing.

"Guess we hit that warehouse then wing it from there." the devil said out loud as he exited the house and started heading towards his next destination

'(Hmmm...)'

"Something on your mind?"

'(I feel like this is a trap)'

The blunt, out of nowhere theory made Jack briefly stop, frowning as he started thinking about it.

"We've been raiding their bases for the past months, and even if we didn't hit anything major, we definitely became a high priority on their annoyance list…" Jack recounted, trailing off at the end

'(And it just so happens that your previous raid had details and orders for a hidden base somewhere on the outskirts of Berlin, a Devil controlled territory.)' Vritra picked up and finished the idea, scoffing at the end '(Something ain't right here)'

"I can't recall which family controls this place… Mind checking?"

'(Already on it)' the Dragon had already gone looking through his host's memories as the devil stopped acting casually and finally took the situation seriously.

It was really convenient when you had something else inside your head, pretty much gave you photographic memory so you didn't need to worry about the small details.

Granted you two were on good terms that is.

But of course, Vritra couldn't waste this chance at a good laugh.

'(Random rubbish, more rubbish, those nudes that one blond chick sent-)'

'They are NOT nudes!' Jack roared in his mind as he focused on his path.

'(Yeah, you're right they ain't. Just pictures of her in some skimpy outfit with a body that'd make crows jealous. A keeper that one, I tell you- Ah! Found it! Ok, B… B… No Berlin but found Brazil)' Vritra quickly changed the topic as soon as he brought it up

'They're by Country, go to the G Section'

'(Right. Ok, here. Germany, Germany, Germany… Astaroth)'

'Well shit, that's the previous Clan of the current Beelzebub. Trap or not, those Old Satans have all the reasons they need to be here' Jack frowned upon the realization.

The Old Satan Faction was composed of Devils who sided with the Original Satans during the Devil Civil War, and following their defeat and exile, they went into hiding to plan their revenge against the New Devil Society.

The Astaroth Clan was one of remaining Pillar Houses of Ars Goetia, who's previous heir got elected as one of the New Satans after the Civil War, taking the spot of Beelzebub.

Put those 2 pieces together and the result is obvious

'(Either they're planning to cause havoc in the Astaroth territory to get a kick out of it and possibly stick it up to Beelzebub, or they're dragging you here to frame you for said havoc. Cheeky)' Vritra summed up their theory, earning a mental nod.

'We'll just have to stop them regardless of which'

Eventually, Jack arrived at the warehouse, where he started sniffing again

'Nothing… Am I getting played?' the devil wondered as he looked around the area, but not seeing or feeling anything out of the ordinary

'(No idea. There's the chance they did this to just fuck with you and throw you off their tail)' the Dragon brought up the third possibility

Jack nodded as he approached the metal doors and started pushing them open, the loud creaking breaking the silence. The devil stepped into the warehouse, and it was as abandoned as he assumed. Piles of crates and empty shelves as far as he saw with his night vision.

However, a bright flash of light ruined it all

Explosives. Tons and tons of magical explosives appeared out of nowhere in the warehouse.

A bright spark was all Jack saw before an explosion consumed everything.

Latia Astaroth was many things. A Pure Blooded Devil. The current Beelzebub's niece. An inheritor of 2 different Clan Traits. A young woman that the general male population of the Underworld would describe as "eye candy".

But above all else.

She was someone who didn't agree that much with the current society. Her luck was the fact that she was not the heiress of either Pillar House, meaning she could spend most of her time away from all the headaches involving Clan affairs.

Don't get it wrong, all the attention and praises thrown around at those high class parties were entertaining, but it always disgusted her at the amount of inner strife that was also thrown around constantly, be it obvious or not.

The Evil Pieces, her uncle's greatest creation to save the declining Devil Race, was praised as the best thing to happen since the Civil War, but despite that, all those "high and mighty" Pure Bloods feel it's in their right to mistreat anybody actually reborn by them. It sickened her.

A scowl made itself known on her beautiful face, one which disappeared soon after.

No point mulling over those things. Not right now at least.

Latia looked herself over in the mirror as she brushed a strand of her out of face and behind the ear.

Almond colored eyes. Long blond hair with tinted blue tips. A regal blue dress hugging her alluring figure while exposing a lot of cleavage.

Even by Devil standards, she was beautiful.

She sighed as she started changing, swapping the outfit for something more casual. She just got done with another party which demanded her presence. While few and between, they ranged from manageable to downright exhausting. Sadly, this was part of the latter.

Once she was done, she walked to the windows of the room and looked at the city, taking in the rare beauty of the Human World.

Near the end of the party, much to her surprise, her cousin approached her and offered passage into the Human World to one of their territories to get away from all the Underworld for the time being, which she didn't get access to most of the time due to her status of Branch Family Member. So here she was, in one of the mansions belonging to the Astaroth Clan that was run by their servants.

Say whatever you want about Diodora but barring his extra hard nun fetish, which wasn't really that frowned upon to begin with, they were Devils for Lucifer's sake, he wasn't that bad compared to today's standard.

Responsible, strong, a capable King for his peerage and doesn't flaunt his heritage constantly unless it suddenly became a competition and his brother was brought into the picture.

That's when it became a problem.

Latia's thoughts were interrupted as a loud explosion went off in the distance, followed instantly after by a booming roar along with an earthquake, the female devil almost losing her footing and falling down due to the intensity.

Her eyes widened as she attempted to use a quick spell to stabilize herself and the mansion, only to find out her magic didn't respond to her orders. Thinking quickly, she grabbed onto the windowsill and held on, her eyes widening even more while her legs wobbled as she watched Berlin shake continuously. A couple of seconds later, the earthquake stopped and as if on cue, she felt her magic active again.

"Lady Latia! Are you alright!?" a butler came in and screamed out, imagining the worst scenario already. However, Latia didn't even turn towards the servant as she stared out the window, in the direction the roar came from.

As if in a trance and ignoring the servant's concern for her, the she-devil narrowed her eyes as she started calculating in her mind. Both the location and what creature would give out that kind of sound.

Immediately after, she conjured a magic circle that let her create a pen and paper, where she quickly wrote down, worrying the Servant even more.

"Lady Lat-"

The butler didn't even have time to finish as the Astaroth shoved the paper towards him

"Here are the coordinates. I want our best fighting force on sight immediately. Send a message to the Underworld that we may require a Dragon Slayer. I will head out and scout the situation. The rest of the servants are to go through the city and report any damage or casualties. Don't act rash." Latia gave her orders as she moved her hand, making a green magic circle appear on the floor in which she immediately stepped in, bright light covering her sight.

It was not her duty to act as a protector, especially in the face of a monster appearing out of the blue, no one would blame her if she just ran and went back to the Underworld. But she was already here, and it would leave a bad taste in her mouth to turn a blind eye to problems in the territory of her own Clan. Especially when she was undoubtedly the strongest person on hand at the moment.

She was a Devil, not heartless.

'A Dragon acting in self defense. Even if it isn't a misunderstanding and it's aggressive, that magic nullifying roar has a cooldown and all I need to do is buy time. Simple enough' Latia told herself, trying to calm down the growing anxiety in her.

She was never someone to take reckless risks, but even if she did have a plan, it didn't stop her nerves from warning her of the potential danger.

The light died down and revealed the place where this entire incident started. A ruined neighborhood, buildings of various degrees crumbled along with a giant crater, courtesy of the explosion she deduced. Latia didn't voice her reaction at the destruction however and instead moved towards the crater, where she heard multiple shouts and felt multiple Devil auras along with a single Draconic one, but stayed close to the rubble to hide and watch first.

The second she got closer and saw the participants, she froze at the sight. 20 Devils staring down one person that looked to be around her age. Said person had his clothes ruined, tears going from the shoulders and down to the ankles yet no wounds, the only place that could be considered "wounded" was the edge of his mouth, as blood was dripping from it. Despite being severely outnumbered, he stared back at the Devils with no fear while they barred their teeth and him and glared.

Latia shifted her sight towards the Devils, and narrowed her eyes once she took in their outfit, the dark red military uniform with the crest of two burning roses crossed over each other.

'Old Satan Faction Members.' she summarized and got even more on edge, questions rising in her head. Why would they be here? What's their relation to the Dragon?

And she got her answer.

"How are you still alive?" the leader of the OSF squad demanded more than asked.

"If you think just some measly explosives are able to take me down, those assholes giving you orders wouldn't be having their hair turn gray because of me" Jack shot back as he wiped off the blood from his mouth, still the same passive expression on his face, earning growls from the Devils. "Ha! And I thought I'm supposed to be the one growling here! Oh my, are you perhaps fans? I'm not exactly sure how many of those I actually have."

Latia was baffled at what was happening. It was clear, despite looking unharmed mostly, the Dragon was weakened at the moment yet the OSF members chose to keep their distance.

It was then when the leader grinned at him.

"Thinking that buying time will get you anywhere? In fact, we're the ones waiting here, not you."

Both Latia and Jack's eyes went wide at this.

Latia caught sight of something with the corner of her eye, managing to move away just in time as a demonic spear flew straight towards her previous spot. It was at this moment Jack realized another Devil was here, it was also during this surprise the OSF members used to rush in as a purple barrier was erected all around the area.

Latia landed at the bottom of the crater after avoiding and offsetting the incoming blasts of demonic magic using her own. She barely caught sight of an OSF soldier reaching her blindside and striking with his greatsword. The Astaroth was ready to use her 2nd Clan Trait to not get cleaved, but stopped when a kick connected with the soldier's side and knocked him sideways.

Jack lowered his foot and fixed his stance. When he looked around, he counted there were now around 40 OSF soldiers surrounding them, and there was also the new Devil girl he had to worry about, who eyed him with surprise for a moment before focusing back on their predicament.

The leader, flying in the air with 2 bat wings, scoffed at them.

"Well well, what a catch. We get to kill both the spawn of that traitor, Raiden, but also a relative of the Fake Beelzebub!" the leader shouted out, his troops shouting out as well, as if victory was already theirs.

Latia's eyes widened again as her head suddenly turned towards Jack once more, who frowned. There was only one "Raiden" the Old Satans would give even the slightest care about.

"Can we talk about this after we get out of this damn mess?" Jack said suddenly, not even having to turn towards her to know she was staring. "You don't get into fights often, do you?"

That remark made her slightly cringe. He wasn't wrong, despite her very high potential due to heritage, she chose to rather spend her time with her uncle in a lab than on the battlefield.

"All you Astaroths have that Analysis Ability, right? I'll deal with the labor work, all you have to do is support and stay alive." Jack gave out the roles before a wave of power started coming off from him, demonic one.

Before Latia could ask what was happening, multiple blasts of demonic magic rained on the duo, only to be ruthlessly overpowered by a wave of crimson red lightning. The lightning continued, some unlucky OSF members not being able to move out of the way in time and were fried on contact, screaming their lungs out before dropping to the ground, unable to fly anymore.

Jack grinned and stared up at the leader of the group, who frowned at seeing the lightning and its effectiveness in mowing through his troops. "Just because I'm part Dragon doesn't mean a tad bit of half assed Anti-Dragon measures will stop my Devil half."

Latia watched as the snark drew even more attention to himself. Good, this let her observe all the participants in this fight without being worried about a stray projectile heading towards her.

"34 remaining, the weakest is around high Mid-Class while their leader is in the middle High-Class range. Reinforcements should be here in around 5 minutes." Latia told her partner as she prepared two green magic circles in her hands as she started eyeing the barrier trapping them all in.

"Then I'll just have to get rid of them faster than that." Jack's response almost made her stumble. That was not what she expected to hear.

The red lightning surged around Jack as a group of OSF members closed the distance, Jack returning the gesture and dashing in to meet them midway. The greatsword-wielding devil that previously got kicked went for a slash, only to watch as Jack forcefully stopped the momentum with his forearm before nailing the soldier across the jaw without care with his other hand, disarming and taking his greatsword for himself as he did so.

The red lightning roared with power as it coursed through the weapon and Jack's red eyed flashed as he went wild.

While Latia wasn't really that much of an active participant when it came to field battles, she analyzed a lot of records of them for future reference, be it for a Rating Game or actual fight. But the scene in front of her was one of the rare ones.

Generally, advantage in numbers meant the fight was in your favor. Yet that entire statement was thrown out the window when the person outnumbered was just that much more stronger than his enemies.

Red lightning drew arcs across the battlefield as Jack dashed in and out, dealing with his enemies with unorthodox yet deadly methods. Not limited to just swinging the weapon around, he kicked, punched and even sometimes hurled the greatsword. While not all attacks were lethal, they had a purpose, whether to form an opening or space to maneuver. Despite being outnumbered, with each successful hit, the OSF soldiers morale seemed to plummet as they performed progressively worse. He didn't get pushed around, he led the entire fight.

Latia had to admit that she felt slightly miffed when she realized that all OSF members aimed for Jack and Jack only, practically forgetting about her existence, yet was also amazed at the spectacle in front of her eyes.

As he said, 5 minutes weren't up and all the soldiers were down on the ground. Some dead, but most alive. Crippled, but alive. Jack approached the leader of the group, who couldn't even stand anymore due to his broken legs nor fly due to the burnt wings, wide eyed and shaking at the sight of the red eyed devil in front of him. Despite the blood dripping out of the open wounds, Jack didn't even flinch as he kept staring at the scared Devil.

Jack grinned at the terror as he raised his right hand to eye level. "You know, I've heard that lightning makes people-" the red lightning sparked to life once more "more talkative."

"Go die in whatever hole spawned you, mongrel!" despite his shaking, the leader's look turned to one of defiance "You, your traitor of a father and whore of a mo-"

He didn't have time to finish his sentence as Jack's lightning clad fist smashed straight into his head, which exploded in a gory mess upon contact.

"Don't talk about my parents." was the simple response, hiding all the seething anger.

A gasp coming from behind reminded him that he was not alone here. Turning around, he saw the disgusted face of Latia as she stared at the headless corpse. At least all the dead bodies until now had something resembling an honorable death. This however…

"The first time is always the hardest." Jack's words brought the girl out of her stupor, staring at him as if he just insulted her. "What? It wasn't an innuendo- Ok, I know it sounds like one, but you get what I mean!"

The tension practically dropped as Latia brought her hand up and a green magic circle spread out over the entire area, until it touched the edge of the barrier trapping them here. With a snap, the magic circle glowed and the barrier started undoing itself. Jack whistled.

"That was pretty cool. I usually have to smash or force them open, kinda satisfying but can get annoying if you're in a hurry." he praised as looked at the blond, who didn't even bother with the compliment as she gazed straight into his red eyes.

"What he said… That red lightning… You're a descendant of Furfur." she stated, and the hiss that came from Jack as she did so pretty much affirmed her. "Dear Satan. I- but how!? Raiden Furfur died during the Civil War!"

Jack sighed. At least she wasn't that focused on the dead bodies anymore. "It's a long story."

"I have the time. Besides, I deserve an explanation for what just happened here."

"That's part of the long story."

"Then get to it already."

Before Jack could retort and continue this banter, he took note of the new approaching Devils, but noticed how Latia seemed even more calm now. When they came at the scene, they gasped at the number of Devil bodies lying on the ground, but didn't panic when they also noticed how Latia wasn't on edge

"Lady Latia! We came as fast as we could, but we're still late." the captain of the fighting force, an old man with brown hair, purple eyes in a knight armor sans the helmet, apologized, before turning his gaze towards bloodied Jack in a suspicious stare. "Yet it seems like we weren't needed."

"Sup." Jack replied nonchalantly and stopped paying attention to the old man, turning towards Latia, who's sight never left him. "How about somewhere more private aside from the middle of a damn crater filled with soon-to-be corpses?"

"I was thinking that too. Everyone, bring the ones still alive in for interrogation and dispose of the others. I'll report everything afterwards to Lord Astaroth once I'm done compiling all the details for a report" Latia gave instructions to the servants as she started walking away, with Jack following behind her briefly, before eventually walking side-by-side with the she-devil.

'(Well well, would you look at that. You dealt with the extremists, you got nailed head-on by Dragon slaying explosives and even met with someone related to a Satan, who's quite the looker to boot too. Good progress today if I say so myself)' Vritra dropped his two cents briefly

'I feel like this is going to become a pain in the ass shortly though.'

Jack and Latia sat across each other on opposite couches with a small coffee table in between them in the middle of a very fancy and large living room. Expected out of a rich Devil family.

"You know, usually you take the other person out to dinner first before inviting them to your home. But I guess dealing with some Devil Terrorists counts for something, right?" Jack broke the ice the way he knew best, humor. He didn't miss the tinge of red on the other person's face, but didn't push it too far.

For now.

"I won't press too hard if it's too touchy of a subject, but I just need to know, who are you to Raiden Furfur?" Latia asked as she crossed her arms under her bust, being ready to just drop it and move onto the other points which were definitely much easier to approach than Jack's parents.

"Son." she froze at the immediate response. "I'm his son. My old man got hitched to a human though, so bye bye blood purity, privileges and all that shit." she heard his clear disdain at the end. So that's how it was.

"I see… Thanks for being honest-"

"You got it all recorded?"

The question made her freeze, again, briefly at least.

"Tell me I'm not just stupid and you actually saved things about me during that little kerfuffle with the Old Satan Faction and/or while talking right now." it almost sounded like he pleaded, which made her even more surprised than she was before

He was aware she was saving all this information, not necessarily to turn it in, but as a safety measure in case the Demonic Dragon in front of her decided to do anything stupid. Can't exactly be too sure about the one who quite literally danced through an entire group of Devils while injured.

Speaking of that, by the time they got to the Mansion, most of his wounds were healed, his clothes fixed, and most importantly, she couldn't feel any kind of Demonic or Draconic aura coming from him.

"Yes, I did." she admitted, not really that ashamed about it. This earned her a smirk and a nod.

"Not bad. Here I thought you were just a princess raised inside a tower who knows only to give orders. Seems like you're not that helpless." Jack shot at her, making her eyebrow twitch. "But yeah, that's the big cat hiding in the bag and now it's out."

"I still find it hard to believe. Had I not seen it with my own eyes, the Crimson Lightning of the Furfur Clan… It looks so different compared to the books." the way Latia talked about it made Jack wonder just what kind of books she actually read about his Family's Inherited Power. He however didn't get to think too much as Latia practically slammed her hands on the coffee table and leaned forward towards the male while her eyes practically sparkled, unaware of the free show she just provided. "Is your Clan Trait different? Mutated? Is it because you are, or rather, were a human? Or is it due to the Dragon part?"

Latia started rapid firing questions, not even letting Jack answer one of them

'Is… Is she a nerd?'

'(Seems like it. But hey, variety is nice)'

"Okay, one question at a time woman!" Jack suddenly interrupted Latia in the middle of her self "nerd-out" moment.

"Right right, my bad, sorry." the blond gave an awkward laugh as her cheeks lit up, realizing how she lost control of her curiosity. "So… How did you get dragged into this?"

"I wasn't dragged, more like I dived in myself." Jack corrected as he leaned back on the couch. "I have a lot, and I do mean a lot of beef to pick up with the Old Satan Faction, or specifically their leaders. So of course, hitting up their bases was pretty high on my priority list."

"And this eventually led you to being in here and almost getting blown to pieces, where you also gave everyone a heart attack due to a high magnitude earthquake in the dead of night" Latia added on top.

"Yup." Jack nodded without care or shame.

"What about that roar then? And how is it I can't feel your presence, despite the fact that you are in front of me?" Latia questioned further.

"That's a trade secret." he smirked in response.

"It's due to his Sacred Gear, Delete Field, except instead of applying it on someone else, he uses it on his own aura to remove it as if he isn't even there." a new voice suddenly answered the question, one which surprised both inhabitants of the room, except for different reasons.

Jack was slightly on edge. That came out of nowhere and blindsided him so hard.

Meanwhile, Latia was brimming with delight.

"Uncle!"

"That's me Latia"

A young man in his early twenties with slicked back green hair and light blue eyes entered the room. He wore a formal outfit fit perfectly for some of his status and only enhanced the domineering feel he radiated.

Jack turned and looked at the man, who returned with a gaze of his own as he scanned him from top to bottom.

The fact that Latia called him uncle should be enough of a giveaway who this was to Jack.

Eventually, their eyes met, and Jack could swear the sight of the man drilled into his very soul, all the while being surrounded by nostalgia and regret.

"We have a lot to talk about. So let's get to it" Ajuka Beelzebub, formerly Astaroth, one of the 4 Satans of the Underworld, said as he took a seat himself.

Well hello there random reader on the internet and welcome to this dumpster fire.

I've been a DxD pleb for a decent while along other things, but DxD just stuck with me, despite the mess that it became. So I finally decided to actually put something out there, a combination of my biggest biases, my favourite things and, of course, taking shots at all the dumb things I can possibly think about without making the 4th Wall cry.

When it comes to DxD or Fanfiction in general, I'm 50/50 about OCs. Cause yes, its easy to stick new Characters in and I love those new potential ideas, but put too many OCs in and you're doing the same mistake OG DxD did, add too many characters with too little development dedicated to them. And if the main focus is just the OCs instead of the OG Characters you came here to read/write about, might as well write your own Original Story altogether and save yourself the headaches of dealing with the mess that's DxD's Length and wack Powerscaling.

But hey, Fanfiction, I can adjust those myself and nobody can call me out on it unless I make it too bullshit. But if everyone is bullshit, no one is bullshit.

Despite of what I just mentioned, the Main Character for Broken Legacy will be Jack Furfur, Half-Devil and Host of Vritra. *insert cliche callout here* Yeah, I know how common it is, but I don't really care. It fits for the Story and Plotline I had in mind. Cliches aren't inherently bad given good execution, and I want to believe I can at least make it somewhat bearable. Also Dragons are cool. Sue me.

Speaking of Dragons, there's the giant black noddle in the room called Vritra that's probably having you all wondering what the fuck is actually happening. Explanation as to how it happened will be revealed along with the story, but to put a long story short, this means no Saji in the story. Sorry mate.

Then there's Latia. Classic "Late Entry in the Series" Syndrome, but she was pretty likeable when we saw her.

No actual fight because who would actually dedicate a detailed fight scene with fodder enemies during the prologue? Couldn't be me

Updates will not be anything fixed, but I'll try to at least not go months without any signs of life

Key word is "try".

Thanks for your time, and hopefully, until next time.

PS: I hope I am not the only one who thought "DxD" stands for Dragon x Devil, Devil x Dragon or anything along those lines. Not damn Deus Dragon