I went to this story right after finishing a chappy for my other story, so I hope you'll find it in your hearts to forgive me. The storm had subsided…for now. Then again, I might have to go on a sudden hiatus for a while, but I'll try to update regularly.

Highschool DxD is not mine, obviously.


Hiiro Bloodreaver, a net trader and a freelance mercenary, was lying around on his bedroom floor, trying to figure out the best way to get out of his blanket. Tamamo had decided to be evil and tied him up with his best blanket! Now, who'd have the heart to rip apart your favorite blanket? The thought of ripping something that accompanied you every night sounded totally wrong.

" Ara, someone who owned the Phenex devils and sent them to hospital straight away can't even break free from this?"

Tamamo came in, covering her giggling mouth with the sleeve of her kimono. He snorted, then slowly contracted and relaxed his muscles a few time. Once he got more space to move, he lunged forward, straight to her. He tackled her to the ground and started tickling the hell out of her.

" Now who's gonna laugh now?! AHAHAH!"

His supposedly evil laugh was drowned by Tamamo's giggles. She finally fell to his arms, out of breath.

" Hiiro…"

" Yes?"

" We're late for school…"

He shrugged.

" I don't care."

She sighed and fixed her own clothes, then magically dressed both of them in school uniforms. He sighed and went to the sink. He quickly brushed his teeth and plopped his books to a backpack.

His girlfriend, of course, had prepared everything last night.

" Come on! I'll pop us to some abandoned alley near the school!"

" How come only the Gods get cool powers like teleportation and stuff? I also want this—"

The teleportation shut him up effectively. After they appeared on a street far from crowds, he started to double over.

" Denied that. I get sick of teleportation."

She smacked him in the back and dragged him out. They ran to the school hurriedly, barely making it to the gate.

" You're late."

A petite girl with bob-cut hair and glasses glared at us from behind her table. He could sense her devil powers, so he smirked.

" Oh, I'm sorry. We were cleaning up a douche last night, so we're a little sleep deprived, Kaichou."

She pressed her temples and was seriously tempted to slam her head to the table.

" I know…What's happening with this school, anyway? I was surprised to even have two mercenaries here."

" Says the sister of a maou…"

" THAT is, unfortunately, true. Just…fill this form and get to class, you two."

She fell down to her chair while sighing. It must be really tiring to oversee the school's programs and situations. Hiiro picked a pen and just signed the 'I'm late' form she got out, followed with Tamamo.

" Nice to meet you, kaichou."

They closed the door behind them.


Hiiro's POV.

We entered the class, getting gossiped from the first step inside. Boys were in awe at Tamamo's beauty, while girls were somehow gawking with beet red faces. Maybe they had fever or something?

" Chigusa-kun, Mae-kun, please introduce yourselves."

Chigusa? Well, makes sense since I have 'blood' in my name. As a gentleman, I stepped forward before Tamamo and took a deep breath.

" Hey, what's up? My name is Hiiro Chigusa. I'm turning 16 this year. I like eating, sleeping, and lazing around. Oh, I can play guitar and program a bit."

I did well, perhaps? Anyway, it's Tamamo's turn.

" Everyone, nice to meet you. I am Tama Mae. I guess that name is a bit unusual, but deal with it. By the way, this guy is my boyfriend, so I'll appreciate it if you can stop ogling him like he's a treat."

That statement shocked the hell out of me and all students present, guys and girls. The guys were like, 'curse you, ikemen bastard!' while the girls were like 'EEEHH~ He's taken~'. Weird, maybe my ears had a few screws loose.

" Well, do you have any questions for them?" The teacher chided in.

After a while, one bald student in the back raised his hand.

" Yes, Matsuda?"

This guy had a built body, and most likely a good runner. He looked like a bald shaolin monks from movies.

" Why are you here?"

" Huh? Oh, I was learning by myself up until high school, and I thought that I'd need a regular highschoolers experience. Wouldn't want youth to go to waste, right?"

MAJOR LIE ALERT! I was dragged here by Tamamo with that exact same reason. As if a hitman needed high school experience.

Wait, that bald guy made a very weird expression on his face. Why was he pointing at me? He balled his fist with tears streaming down his face.

" DAMN YOU! Damn you and your ikemen face! You should share pretty girls with us, you bastard!"

I was sure calling someone bastard meant you hated him. But, why in the world someone I just met called me that? Meh, I didn't care anyway.

" You don't have a girlfriend, do you?"

He gritted his teeth and stood up, followed by a boy in glasses. They both looked at me as if I murdered their parents.

" You won't ever get one if you still think they fall for every good-looking males in sight. Love is more than just pretty face, uh, who are you again?"

" I'm Matsuda! Geez, newcomer."

" Alright. Any more questions? Anybody?"

The girls were still contemplating, but time was limited, so the teacher asked both me and Tamamo to sit. I plopped myself to the seat behind a braided brown haired girl with glasses. I knew it's rude to judge people on firs sight, but her eyes creeped me out. For some reason I did NOT want to know, she kept staring at my crotch.

Fortunately, the bell rang before I lost my bearing, allowing me to get out.

I finally got to have a little break. Tamamo's seat was instantly flooded by boys and girls alike. Well, she was a goddess, so I wasn't that surprised. Also, her otherworldly beauty added more to the mix. Bad mix.

We got out to taste the canteen's food. She nudged my ribs and whispered.

" If they suck, I'm gonna teach 'em how to cook. How does that sound?"

That pretty much convinced me to go with her. But, as I said, her beauty attracted unwanted flies around us. But, few dared to come, since I was beside her AND her bold declaration earlier. Thanks to that, my number of stalkers dwindled.

This is one of those idiots.

A big-sized guy strolled forward, and stopped just beside our table. His uniform was one size short, giving view of his toned abs and muscles. I could see they were just shaped, not strengthened. Just for the sake of plain appearance, nothing more. He leaned to her, ignoring my glare.

" Hey, sweetie. Why don't you ditch this dumb guy …"

He pointed at me.

"…And go out with this stud?"

She raised one eyebrow and smirked.

" Alright."

My heart sank as she stood up. She pointed at the burly guy.

" Ditch the dumb guy…"

She linked her arm with mine and sat beside me.

" …And go out with THE cool guy."

The whole population inside cafeteria's laugh erupted. Even the food lady also held her sides due to laughing too much. That self-proclaimed hunk's face turned red like tomato and he gritted his teeth. He threw his hand to her collar, but my aching fist smacked down his.

" Keep your filthy hands off her, gorilla."

I sent him one of my best glare-scowl combo, successfully getting a surprised gasp from him. I swore I saw a wet spot on his pants. Geez, just a glare and he pissed himself. What a wimp.

Tamamo sent me an approving look. But, the guy was stupidly hard-headed. He tried to punch by swinging his whole weight in. I casually caught his wrist and he kneeled down due to my grip. I crushed his wrist and kneed his face in. Not hard enough to kill, but surely enough to leave a mark.

Oops.

Maybe I went a little too far.

His nose was bleeding, his wrist had a cracked bone or two, and he couldn't get up without showing everyone the stain on his pants. But, it was his fault. He tried to get Tamamo even though I was overprotective about her.

" You got too far, Hiiro."

" Wipe that smirk off your face, then talk. You like it, too."

" Can't really deny that."

Shortly later, the devil I met earlier came running with her aide. Their eyes zoomed the whole cafeteria. They looked at us, and face-palmed.

" So-Sona kaichou…"

Even the big guy was afraid of her. Did the STC president really have such enormous power at school? She was just a petite girl with choppy haircut and glasses, but she was a devil, a high-class one nonetheless. She could've done something cool like hypnotizing the whole school into thinking that the STC's powers were absolute.

She pointed at me, Tamamo, and the bully.

" STC room…now."

Then, she left without saying anything.

Naturally, we came late.

What did you expect? We were sophomores, while that guy was a senior. Questionable, considering his actions earlier. So, Tamamo and I entered the room, and wow, it was damn fancy for a school. Victorian style, with huge desk on the back of room.

" Sit down, Hiiro-kun, Tama-san."

Naturally, I wouldn't take order from anyone, but since she didn't use commanding tone, I sat down. She also sat down across us.

" Are you gonna dish out detention for us?"

She glared at me and I replied with a testing look. She scoffed and took out a paper from her map. She gave it to us, and told us to sign it. I lifted the paper, shook it around, and even tried to look through it.

" What are you doing?"

" You know, this kind of paper is usually rigged with something to blackmail others. Like, oath of submission or something. It's something devils do, right?"

She had this kind of hurt look on her face. Seeing that, Tamamo slapped me hard. Mind you, her slap stung a lot.

" Sorry. But, you can't expect us to trust you right off the bat, can you?"

She nodded and sighed.

" It's just a form I give to teachers. You can read it if you want. It's to report things happening in school, nothing more."

I read all its content and searched for any hostile words. The words that could be misinterpreted, Words that could become a thorn on my side. I found none, so I put it back and signed it. Tamamo took the pen and signed it as well.

As we walked to the door, she yelled 'wait!'.

I was in battle-ready mode. Maybe there was a carefully hidden contract underneath, and she was going to exercise the magic inside. Before she could, I was more than happy to rip that off along with her hands.

" What do you want, Sona Sitri?"

She gulped under my glare, and opened her mouth, but was intercepted. A teenage male with dirty blonde hair entered, and shielded her from me. In his hand, there was a glove with cute lizard on top of it.

{ Vritra, is that you? Come out.}

A deep voice boomed from my left arm. A hexagon shaped light appeared on my back of hand. I rolled his eyeballs and tried to muffle the voice by covering his hand. But, a gauntlet materialized on my left arm, covering it whole until my elbow. Three spikes jutted out, one from the top, two from sides. It was colored dark purple, with green hexagon jewel on top.

" I told you to shut up until I allow you to, iron-head. Now all's gonna find out."

Sona Sitri had this priceless look on her face, leaving her mouth open a bit. I smashed the gauntlet against the floor, placing a spider crack on the stone.

{What was that for? I'm just greeting my son here!}

" Yeah, right."

The Sitri devil fixed her glasses and ogled at my gauntlet. Actually, the blonde devil from before also eyed my gear hungrily.

" What is that?"

I gave up and showed her the gauntlet.

" Not telling. All I can say is you should back off as quickly as you can."

" Why?"

As soon as she said that, she felt eyes watching her. Her brain played some of her wildest imaginations, all consisting the most gruesome death and suffering she ever thought of. Decapitation, skinning, torture, blood, and many other cruel things were displayed right in front of her eyes.

She fell down, breaking to tears. Her knees were too weak to support her body, so the blonde boy grabbed her and helped her sit down. Then, he angrily pointed his cute lizard on me.

" YOU! What did you do to kaichou?"

I shrugged, and let the beast inside answer.

{I am Alduin, the Abyss Demon Dragon of Purgatory. I am literally from the purgatory, sealed inside this brat here as a last gift from his kind.}

" His nickname is 'Nightmare Bringer'. He can literally shove someone's reality to imagination and back. The effect is, well, you've seen her."

Sona was shaking on her seat, still trying to drag herself out from that dreadful nightmare. I walked to her and patted her back, then reluctantly pulled out a knife from my jacket.

" I'm sorry, Sona Sitri. I can't have anyone knowing my secret live and run their mouths around without my consent."

I sighed, unwilling to take her life. But, it was what must be done. I raised my knife high and aimed for her spinal cord, aiming for an instant kill to minimize her pain. As I brought down my knife, the boy had somehow stopped my hand with an energy rope from his glove.

" Vritra's host…lay off."

He persevered, and I felt my strength being sapped from my body. I hastily cut off that rope and nearly threw my knife at him. However, Tamamo grabbed my wrist and pulled it down.

" Calm down, Hiiro! You can't kill someone like that!"

I reluctantly threw away my knife.

" Tamamo, last time someone saw my gear, I was hunted by a whole faction! I can't have the devils after my head, too!"

" I know! I don't want you to kill neither! But…"

She turned to Sona, who was rubbing her neck.

" Please, for your own good. Vow to never tell anyone about this. For all of us."

She was looking at Sona with mixture of guilt and worry. I knew she hated me killing others, because with every kills, one's heart may become colder and more unfeeling.

Not like it mattered much to me, though.

If I were to get her in danger, I'd never be able to forgive myself. Killing her wasn't on my favorite list, but her speculation skills and knowledge was dangerous.

" What did you see?"

I convinced myself once again that she possessed no harm to me and anyone close to me. If she saw a little too much, it would be either me or the forces of Heaven that would try to kill her.

A threat to their very being, with much more ancient powers than any devils.

She groggily talked, a little fast, but still recognizable. Luckily, she saw nothing more than the opening of the secrets. It would take long time for her to figure that out, especially with the belief the devils had always had.

I released her and readied myself.

" Tamamo, we're escaping from this town, fast."

She nodded and prepared a transportation circle. But, before it was done, Sona Sitri groaned a protest against that idea. She stood up with the help of that boy, and sat up on her chair.

" I am your Student Council President before I am a devil inside this school…I vow to never tell anyone about this without your permission."

She was a devil girl with guts of a thousand veteran soldiers. To think she kept her bearings even after seeing so much, it was nigh impossible, or it should've been. This girl was really something. She deserved bearing the banner of devils far more than those old geezers that saw themselves as Gods from devil society.

I smirked and laughed at her. As a mercenary, I respected bravery and this devil had a ton of it in her pocket. I pulled out a whistle made of bones and put it in front of her.

" In respect for your unnaturally big guts, I'll give you this. You can call for my help when you have trouble, and it's free of charge."

She examined the whistle and picked it up, then pocketed it. We smirked and went home.

I heard that Roy Halphas transferred to Kuoh, and had a house near me. I walked there after getting Tamamo home.

And crap…

"WHAT THE HEELLL?!"

It was 6 storey mansion. True, he was a devil with enough wealth to buy a city and its people, but a freaking mansion in the middle of urban street?! What was his family thinking?

"…Yeah, this is too much."

I saw the guy who was nicknamed 'Scaled Demon' after the fight with Raiser. He still had his uniform on with a plastic bag full of food.

"…Yo. How are you?"

" Errand boy, huh? Good luck with that."

" It's girls and Yuuto. What can I do, huh? I bet they're breezing through my rooms now."

" Got all your stash covered?"

" I hid all of them in the roof yesterday. Besides, I camouflaged it manually, with paint. They'll never see the trapdoor."

" Nice idea. Maybe I should try that out, too."

We shared a little bro-time and entered his room.

" Seriously, Roy? 'My Sweet Time with Teacher' and 'Hot Session'?"

" So you have this kind of fetish…ara ara ufufufu~"

"…Pervert."

" I've never seen this kind of collection…"

Rias, Akeno, Koneko, and Kiba were all seated there with a stack of books in front of them and a hanging trapdoor right in front of them.

" NOOOO! My collection…"

I looked at a heap of mess that was once a guy who wrecked Raiser. I sighed and patted his shoulders.

" Take a deep breath, now. Yeah, that's it. Calm down, it's not over."

" No no no no no….This is so damn wrong…"

And so, his screams echoed through the neighborhood.


Night had always been devils' turf. But, that also meant it was the best time to hunt some of them. It was full moon, perfect for the church's combaters to haul in some devils. Usually, there was no one, since Kuoh was under Sir Zech Lucifer's protection, but tonight was a special case. I was walking down the street to convenience store when I picked up the sound of metal clanging.

" DIE, DEVIL SCUM!"

Okay, and a few cussing.

As a good civilian, I closed my ears and tried to ignore that. But, even my ears had certain limit to tolerate such muddy words. This was getting a little too annoying for me to ignore. I gained a huge tick mark on my forehead and when I changed direction, something was sent flying straight to my head.

" Oops."

I tilted my head a little, letting the projectile get embedded in the wall next to me. Well, that piece of scrap metal had some demonic scent to it, although it was almost completely erased by holy aura. I recognized that piece instantly. A piece of that sorry excuse of demonic swords that knight of Gremory created. Well, at least this was more durable than his last ones.

I picked up that shrapnel and pocketed it, then walked to the direction it came from. Bingo, I saw him with a priest with huge antique sword and a crazy smile on his face. He reminded me of those psycho characters in thriller games.

" Heads up."

I zapped the piece of metal with several thousands of voltage and threw it in ionized state straight at the priest. He widened his eyes and jerked aside, barely dodging the deadly beam of plasma I so casually threw at him. Wow, he got away with singed sleeves and burned cheek. Usually, people would get fried the moment it touched their skin.

I glanced at the sword he held in his hands. No doubt, it was a real holy sword, from the way my skin tingled. Every molecule inside my body screamed for me to snap that accursed item in two and shove them to his throat. Surprisingly, that man snorted and spat out a lot of…you know what, maybe I'd wash his mouth BEFORE killing him.

" F*** you, screwed asshole's bastard!"

Woah, nice words.

I lunged at him at half-speed, and introduced my elbow to his jaw. Crack meant 'hello!' in elbow-nese, by the way. He staggered, no doubt interested in my elbow. Maybe I should let him meet my knees next. They'd make a perfect pair.

" Oi, Gremory knight. You okay?"

I grabbed his hand and pulled him up. Once he was already standing, he fell again to his knees. I clicked my tongue, knowing that he might have been slashed by that accursed scrap metal. I knew I smelled something foul from him. It was his wound. Demonic blood when touched my something holy would emit a stench close to acid. It was corrosive, and poisonous.

I was angry, so angry that my blood started to turn to power and swirl around me like a crimson hurricane. Those swords laid waste to my clan, and banished them beyond this world. They were just living their lives until those swords just snuffed the life out of them. And it was a little better than this punk.

He killed for fun, not for home.

I was a little too fast for a human enhanced with a piece of Excalibur. I guessed he barely saw my afterimage before my heel slammed his jaw with such force, his head was nearly separated from the body. Even though I held back, this guy was a little fragile. His Excalibur was what held him together.

" You're sickening me. Be gone."

I nearly fried all his nerves and kill him off, and would certainly have done that, if not for a shadow that swiped him from in front of me. I raised my arm just in time to block a hit from his leg.

I looked up and saw that man on the roof, the stray priest beside him.

" Freed, go away. I'm dealing with this."

He scoffed and threw a ball to the ground, causing a bright flash to cover his escape. I let him escape, since that priest wouldn't cause too much trouble. I had to focus on this new challenger.

This man had the same clothes as Freed, although it's white. His skin was black, with a well-trained body, muscular and burly. I bet he could pulverize rocks with his bare fists without much problem.

" Looks like Freed located a big fish over here…Demon."

I twitched at the way he called me. The only ones who had such top-class information were either Archbishops…or The Crusaders. They were the remnants from the Templar War, each having their combat stats maxed out with drugs and blessings. They could barely be called humans, as their sanity withered in line with the increase of their power.

Moreover, they each had personalized Sacred Gears imbued with blessings and holy power. They were the very worst enemies for anyone with unholy blood.

He threw away his cloak, revealing combat suit below. He inserted his hands to pockets and drew out steel knuckles from there. Even from down here, I could feel them radiating enough holy power to power up a whole complex.

" Let me exorcise the last speck of demon blood from this earth and may the earth prosper under God…Amen."

He jumped down and took up a boxer's stance.

" Alduin, give me something nice."

{ Aye, partner }

He materialized a zweihander with a built-in shotgun in the middle of the blade, with cartridge inside the pommel. I swung it around to test its weight and spun it carefully. I nodded and smirked. It was weighty, and durable enough. Plus, the edge was quite sharp.

" Come on, Crusader! Imma slice you up and blow your innards!"

I swung the blade in wide arcs, sending out blades of chi straight to him. The man simply punched the blades off the air…or he expected to do so, since his knuckles were cracked on contact.

" WHAT?!"

" Don't lump me in the same class as humans and devils, servant of God."

I swung the sword with style and stabbed it to the ground, erecting a barrier just in time before two missiles nearly blew everything up. Then, I pointed the muzzle of the gun at him and fired one shot.

A bullet imbued with magic sprang out and hit the shield he pulled out of nowhere. The bullet split up and spread, ricocheting on his shield, but he was pushed back a little. I was filled with both anger and bloodlust. This guy's squad destroyed my whole family, killed my parents, and took what's left of my humanity to feed the dogs. I swore to kill them on sight, and I wasn't the least bit interested in taking back that oath.

I sneered and nodded to the knight of Gremory…Kiba, was it? He constructed Felo'Melorn and lunged forward, straight at him. He switched his shield for two axes and welcomed him. As expected, Kiba's blade was severed in one blow. Kiba looked at the pommel in disbelief and I had to grab his collar to save him from certain death.

" This is not your stage, Knight of Gremory! Go away, NOW!"

I threw him aside and raised my blade to block his axes. Receiving his blows was like being crushed under a car, which was moderately heavy for me right now. Still, I couldn't fight freely if I had to take care of that knight over there. Fortunately, he had brains and got away from this place with his speed.

I pressed the trigger, just to shock him enough to loosen his press. I spun and slammed my heel at his cheek. A clean hit. He was instantly blown away to the nearest wall, placing a man-shaped crack on it. I sped up to him and elbowed his other cheek. Now, he looked like a black muscular teddy bear from hell with swollen cheeks.

He retaliated and raised his foot straight to my face. I stepped back, fully dodging his kick, but this man was sneaky. A golden blade jutted out from his heel and cut my cheek. It burned, and my blood sizzled like it was char-broiled. He didn't waste that chance and nearly said 'Hello!' with elbow-nese.

" So, even the holy priests use this kind of dirty tricks, huh? So much for being righteous."

I punched the wall down and made a hole in it. He leaped back to the roof and snorted.

" Perhaps you are too strong for me to take down alone…Well, whatever. I have your location now, so expect divine retribution soon, abomination!"

He turned back and I picked up a pachinko ball from my pocket.

Bad mistake.

You must never turn your back in a fight.

I tossed and flicked it with maximum output my current self could endure, which meant…100 megavolts. The ball flew in unimaginable speed, vaporizing the whole roof and ionizing the air, plus severing that guy's left arm. He gritted his teeth in pain, picked up his arm, and teleported out of here.


I can't believe how short the time between midterms and finals. I kinda write this in the middle of a short break, but I'll be sure to update when the holidays come. Thanks for reading and please leave a review. Ciao!