Taking Off

Ok, why am I still conscious? Isn't consciousness just a state of the functioning brain of organisms and chemicals? If that's the case I definitely shouldn't be conscious right now considering I don't have a brain anymore. The last thing I remember is staring at the leaking cylinder gas in my kitchen like a gawking idiot.

It was just a normal day for me, ah scratch that, it was probably the abnormal day of humankind definitely because I was cooking instead of munching junk foods. Usually, my parents would have taken care of it if they were not traveling around the eastern districts of this backyard country.

I was just chilling in my room watching One Piece when I got hungry. Then Satan from my shoulder whispered 'how about you cook in your own house instead of going out in this cold winter' in the most angelic voice I ever imagined before.

The lazy bum that I am, I marched into the kitchen, and after a few minutes of tinkering around with the stove, that turned out to be the last mistake I ever made.

The last thing I heard was BOOM! and I felt like I was flying away. This sensation felt amazing like I was Superman taking flight until it was everlasting DARKNESS.

Now I am back to square one, why in the nine realms of hell I am still conscious? Usually in fiction people experience memory loss or insanity in void or nothingness after their death. I am perfectly fine and I can still remember everything. Or not everything since I don't have very good memories of remembering people's faces.

This does not feel like death, maybe I am getting reborn or I am in a coma. That's the only thing I can come up with right now.

My musing came to a halt when I felt myself falling somewhere in this void.

I didn't even get a chance to scream when suddenly an unbearable pain was shot throughout my whole being. How the fuck this was happening? I didn't have a body so I also shouldn't have any pain receptors to feel such agonizing pain. Thankfully, my consciousness begins to waver, sparing me from this pain.

--666--

The next time I woke up, the pain wasn't my companion in this endless void. Good news, I had a body, bad news, it wasn't mine.

Not to mention one extra set of memories.

According to the second set of memories, I was Riser Phenex.

"..."

"Shit, this is one of those Isekai / insert isn't it?" I asked in the unknown void as nobody answered back.

Okay, let's calm down and think for a second. Even if I was in a world where beings could obliterate me with their fart, there was no need to panic.

As far as concern for dangerous beings goes I have the potential to become that powerful entity myself.

Because of Foreknowledge inside and outside of the DXD, there are lots of things I can accomplish than my original self or canon self.

According to Riser's memory, or I should say my memories, I was with my parents and my baby sister, on our way back home in a carriage, after receiving my Evil piece for my eleventh and her seventh birthday.

Why the hell we did not use a magic circle and teleport into our home directly is beyond me.

Evil Pieces are distributed to pureblooded Devil at the age of 13 but I was one hell of a bratty twat. My brother Ruval and my parents personally requested Ajuka Beelzebub, one of the satan himself.

When the prince of the Phenex Clan, one of the most important and richest clans of the underworld, the only clan that creates the best healing formula in the world, Phoenix tears, asks for the reasonable privilege, what do you do?

You give it to them without any questions.

Of course, the Phenex family owed a favor to Ajuka Beelzebub, but it was a small price compared to the happiness of young man Riser.

No wonder I was rotten as a week-old corpse of a rat in Anime.

The original version of me took such a loving parent and brothers for granted. Well, suck to be him. I'm not gonna feel bad about body snatching the first arc villain who lost to one of the most ridiculous Shonen MCs, who didn't even have any fighting experience with Supernatural. He just became one of the obstacles that solely helped MC to grow in power.

Let's not talk about this depressing stuff anymore. Let's talk about my options. I was one of the Pureblooded devils from Phenex Clan, blessed by the Immortal mythical being Phoenix itself. Since I was now Riser Phenex if my new memories are anything to go by, I hit the jackpot.

My new body has the potential to be one of the most dangerous beings in the said world. I don't need some doom of destruction or time manipulation to fuck the universe.

People seriously underestimate the power of Regeneration and merely act in arrogance like it was immortality. With regeneration and healing power people can get ridiculously powerful without fear of damaging their bodies.

And not even talking about the potential of Pureblood Devil. The sheer amount of Demonic Power in their vein made Pureblood Devils much more powerful than normie Devil or Powerful humans. Without any practice, their Demonic Powers could trigger supernatural phenomena and cause damage.

It was only their long lifespan that made them lazy and weaker than their potential. Otherwise, Devils would have ruled much more than the underworld right now.

Anyway, going back to the topic, in the wagon we were having a great family moment, then there was a surprise attack that came unexpectedly.

It was those damn crows. If I had to guess those from Kokabiel instead of Gregory's normal crows.

I was with both of my parents and Ravel, who was still fawning over my new Evil Pieces, we were ambushed by fucking rain of Holy Water.

After that, it pretty much blanks in my memories from there and out.

"Because you're dead you dimwitted." A large voice Boomed behind me as I screamed like a little girl in fright. I flapped my limbs like Fish out of the water as I tried to get the hell away from that frightening voice.

"My bad, I kinda forget to put you face-to-face after making you. Aha haha." The large voice laughed sheepishly which only made it more terrifying. Wait for a second, what the hell did he just say!!

"Making me? Excuse me? Could you repeat that?" I blurted out incredulously as I tried and failed to wiggle in this void.

A large hand, no large claw, grabbed my body gently and turned my paralyzed body toward him. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at who was in front of me. I looked at him dumbfounded for a while before starting to scream.

"Shut up." He growled softly and I indeed shut up as he commanded. When being like him asks you to carry a tree, you carry the tree, and if you can't do that? Keep hugging the tree until he gets bored. This was the being I was talking earlier about who could obliterate me with his fart. This was the Great Dragon, True Dragon Emperor, Dragon of Dragons, and Dragon of Dreams.

He was the DxD.

He is the Great Red.

In front of my own trembling eyes stood a massive red Western Dragon with a horn on his snout and two sets of wings. His Gold eyes were hard yet gentle at the same time signifying that he was in a good mood and I wasn't going to die just yet.

"You're already dead, kid." He said bluntly. "While I was playing ping pong using your human soul for amusement, then I saw an anomaly in my world, that grilled chicken died too early. In a panic, I threw your human soul into that body to save his life to fulfill his role in the future."

I stared at him with twitched eyebrows before sighing. "So I'm only a replacement for Riser Phenex."

"No, you were the replacement because of my whim in a split second. But your body got destroyed by those Fallen before I could send it back. So congratulations for dying a third time in one hour. One as a human who watched my world in anime, another as a snotty devil-brat, and third as the fused soul of those two people."

"Shit."

"Yes, Shit." The massive dragon nodded with me.

"So what's going to happen to me now that I died before I could live again?" I asked, entirely ignoring the part where he said he played with my soul as ping pong as I looked at his golden eyes. Riser Phenex part of me was terrified shitless in front of him yet the human part of me stayed firmly against such a great entity.

"Hmm, I'm not cruel enough to unmake you after I made you fusing two people so I'm doing something else." He said as he grabbed me with his hands. I begin to wriggle and fidget as panic shot throughout my body and mind.

"Don't panic, I'm sending you to the human world where you will be born again of your choosing. Remember, no supernatural beings exist in this world. So you have to get stronger here and travel to multiple worlds before entering my world again. So get stronger my new wingman!"

He boomed with a massive grin as he flexed his hands in preparation for the throw.

"Wingman?" I asked, confused

"You're Phoenix's child, not mine. If you can't be my spawn then you can be my henchman at least. Ahaha." He said in amusement.

With that said, Great Red threw my soul like baseball as I hurled toward the unknown. Light returned to my eyes in full force as it nearly blinded my vision.

Great Red watched as his new test subject/henchman, Riser's body burst into flames, talking in the shape of the fledgling Phoenix.

"That was not necessary, my brother. I hold no love for those devils." A sweet pouty voice whined behind him as Great Red laughed in amusement.

He turned around to see his little sister, nearly big as him, body made out of life and flames, Phoenix Force baring her beak at him playfully.

"Don't lie to your cool big brother now Lil sis. If you hated those Phenex, you wouldn't have let Lucifer make them from your ashes in the first place. Just admit it, you love those fried chicks."Great Red rumbled in a teasing tone as he nudged her playfully.

"Muu, I don't love them it's just that……." She sighed tiredly as she looked at the fleeting soul of Riser Phenex's soul leaving Dimension Gap to the new reality.

"I can't help but love those little monsters. They represent me in the Underworld through my flames and Life." She admitted with a small smile.

It was true she indeed didn't like the Devils, since she was one of the holy beings but that damn Lucifer already made First Phenex with Lilith before she could intervene.

After Phenex was born she could not bring herself to kill him. Damn that Lucifer!

"Don't worry." Great Red snapped her out of her thoughts with a reassuring smile.

"I may not adore him but that doesn't mean I don't care. I did create him on a whim so I send my little gift with him. The moment he enters any human child, he will change that body of his old Devil Phenex body. He will be fine as long as he doesn't get lazy and stops growing stronger."

Great Red said with a toothy grin as Phoenix smiled back affectionately before taking off.

She hoped that she gets to see the new Phenex before flying off to a different universe. She was The Phoenix Force and she has job to do.

--666--

The next time I opened my eyes, I was outside of the void. Or Dimension Gap to be exact. I can't believe that just happened to me.

I just got Isekaied because Great Red grabbed my soul to replace it with Riser's soul. In the end, it didn't happen because Riser's body got destroyed. Probably because of those Holy Light Spears from Fallen Angels.

Anyway, it looks like I'm back on Earth but not my earth. I mean Great Red did throw me across universes earlier so no way in hell this was DxD or my old World.

And one thing I noticed while pummeling to the ground was I again lost my body. I looked like the ghost version of Fawkes, Phoenix, the familiar of Albus too many names Dumbledore.

Damn what is my life, not even a corporeal body to call my own? Didn't Great Red say I have to find a new body for myself to start in this new world?

Geez, I have to take over an innocent child's body to live.

That's so immoral……..and I fucking love it.

What? You want me to be some kind of saint? Pfff! I am a devil, a selfish being, I do have my moral code intact but those moral codes are thrown out of the window when my life is on the line.

Because of my human side, I'm a decent person but my devil side, or rather Riser's side makes me aloof toward human lives. He hated humans before we fused after all.

With the made-up decision, I closed my eyes and let gravity invite me to the earth.

The Strongest kid in the world!

I chanted it in my mind with a serene expression, no other thoughts clouding my head. This was one principle of Devil magic, Desire. With strong Desire, High-Class Devil's demonic powers can make things happen without any preparation or spells.

So I was letting my desire to take over the Strongest kid on the planet control my fall and guide me. And I believed in my Demonic Powers full-heartedly.

If I really have to take over some kid's body to live, I might as well take the strongest one there is. The choice is as simple as that.

--666--

June 15. 2019

Rebecca Butcher or Becca Butcher as she goes by nowadays, sighed miserably as she worked on the Lunch for today. Today's been one of the tense days since this peaceful seven years since the birth of her sweet baby boy.

After celebrating his seventh birthday today together, he's asked to get out of the house and visit the city like on TV very innocently, which she refused instantly, crushing his hope.

After he got upset, she needed a total of three hours to appease him to snap him out of his teary-eyed and pouty face.

Things were going great until he mentioned the name Homelander on his lips, starting a conversation after watching TV.

She didn't mean to do what she did but thinking and regretting over spoiled milk was not Butcher's motto.

She didn't know what happened suddenly, one moment she was enjoying her quality time with her son, and the next moment hearing that man's name on her boy's lips, she just snapped like never before.

Before she could stop herself, her hands were already smacked across her son's cheeks. In a panic, she closed the door in the name of being grounded before rushing into the kitchen.

After moping around for a few minutes in the kitchen, she started to prepare Lunch with thousands of apologies lines in her head.

Today's been one hell of the worst day since these years.

"At least it can't be worse than this." She said confidently unknowingly challenging Lady Fate herself as Fate smirked from the cosmos above.

BOOOM!!!

She jumped from her spot on the floor and rolled around the table for cover as her whole house shook widely. A large explosion sound slowly vanishes only leaving soft hisses of something burning.

"Oh my God." She gasped in fear and panic as her feet trembled in a full dose of icy fear in her veins.

"Jesus! Ryan! Please be okay honey." She practically choked back a sob as she flung herself from her cover to the stairs, ignoring scorching radiating heat from upstairs as she rushed forward.

Even heat like Volcano's lava wasn't able to stop panicked and worried Mother as Becca kicked the door open.

"Oh, Ryan……" her worried shout ceased instantly as she watched in horror, surprise, and many myriad emotions what was happening in front of her own eyes.

Newly seven-year boy floating in the air as flames surrounded him in every direction in the shape of circles of symbols. If she wasn't worried sick and shocked for her boy she would have noticed and connected dots between symbols on circles because of her hobby in the occult during her school time days.

However, Her entire focus was on the floating boy as he screamed as flames poured out of his eyes, mouth, and ears. She rushed forward toward her son but unexpectedly collided with invisible barriers around circles of flames.

She kept pounding her fist into an invisible barrier to no avail as her boy continued his scream.

Before her tearful eyes, flame slowly subsided from the area around them with only a trace of the fire around Ryan's body.

Instead of burning human flesh like they are supposed to do, flame coils around the boy protectively and inserts inside his body.

The changes were immediate as Becca gaped.

Her son's soft brown hair turned into sun-kissed blonde beautiful hair, eyes darkest blue, inhumanly beautiful unlike his father's. All small blemishes and spots around his body seemingly vanished, leaving soft rosy pale skin like a newborn infant.

"Ryan! Ryan! Please be okay." She sobbed softly as the invisible barrier vanished, allowing her to grab her son and put him into her deepest hug. Soon all the fire and circles vanished completely from the room, leaving the terrified mother alone with her unconscious son in her arms.

I groan instantly after waking up again. I was tired as fuck as morning sunlight affect me like a slap in the morning.

Nevertheless, I woke up from bed, threw a blanket across the floor, and looked around my surroundings. Nobody was inside with me in this standard-looking human bedroom, but compared to my bedroom in the Phenex mansion, it might as well be an animal cage.

"No, it's mom's room." I protested against myself instinctively before realizing it. It took five seconds to think about the reason behind why I knew that little detail.

"Son of Bitch! I fused again! I thought I was taking over this body." I cursed with a hiss while clutching my throbbing skull.

And I was right about that. Somehow instead of taking over this body as I planned, I Fused again with this Ryan kid, with all of his emotions and childish emotions. As if Riser wasn't already Childish enough. So right now I was a mixture of Three souls with one fused mind. Two kids, one human kid with no social life, caged by his mother, to continue hiding from his wannabe Superman father and the world. One devil brat with no personality than his ego of the Noble Devil clan.

And finally I, a sensible, lazy, and knowledgeable fool who once saw both of these kids as fictional characters.

"Damn it all to Satan, Great Red, why the fuck you send me in this messed up world…..on the other hand, thank you fucking very much for not sending me to Marvel, DC, or any dangerous world like DxD." I cursed and praised the Dragon of dreams with a nervous chuckle at last.

I finally got out of my mother's bed as I walked around, testing my feet and footwork since my unexpected reincarnation. The smell of burnt clothes and wood was reeking but as Phenex it smelled more like perfume than anything else.

Slowly I approached the mirror as I finally looked at my appearance since my fusion and what I saw in my reflection didn't manage to disappoint me in the slightest.

Both of my human sides were very impressed by the inhuman cute appearance that normal kids didn't develop while Riser's side of me was already vain enough to swoon at the beauty of his own body.

Overall in appearance Riser's features dominated Ryan's but not completely. This was still Ryan's face if you ignore all bright yellow hair and deep blue eyes instead of brown hair and soft blue eyes like Homelander's.

Homelander! Crap I already forgot about this new world.

Superhero world where nobody is a hero. The Heroes' title was taken by glory-hogging attention whores who act like heroes in public to become celebrities.

Hell, even a doomed world like Worm has better heroes.

And the leader of them all is my father if I don't count fathers from my past lives or selves. Seriously, I didn't even hate Homelander that much to be honest.

It's not even his fault that he was born in a test tube and raised by sociopathic scientists in a lab. I don't get why people expect him to be a symbol of Virtue like Superman or Captain America is beyond me.

I snapped out of thoughts as I heard footsteps in the small hallway from the kitchen to this room.

Thankfully I was decently clothed so I didn't move around and just sat on the bed, waiting for my new mother to come.

The door opened slowly as Becca Butcher, my mom (I suppose) entered slowly with a tray in her hands with some soup on a plate. However, after seeing me already awake she halted.

"Ryan?" She said, almost testing as if I was a different person altogether. In a way I was but she didn't need to know that.

"That's me," I muttered sleepily instead of replying sarcastically like my past human self or acting flamboyant like Risers.

She places the tray on the table before glomping me in a hug unexpectedly. I didn't resist as she did so with some tears of relief and happiness.

"I'm so sorry for yesterday. It was your special day and I- I ruined it completely. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that." She gasped with a barrage of apologies sadly.

"It's okay, mom. I'm not angry." My voice muffled through her body as she didn't let me go from her embrace. It gave me the same feelings I used to get from my mother's hug in my other two lives

She let me go after a solid one minute with a sigh as she looked at me closely. Her main focus was on my hair and eyes.

Relief to say she didn't throw hateful glances at my changed features even for a second.

"Ryan what happened yesterday was-"

"It was my power mom." I interrupted her quite rudely before I realized. "I was so angry….I didn't mean to but, it's just exploded literally on my face." I admitted a little sheepishly.

"Honey, that was just a freak accident. Nothing more." She said to herself more than me but I didn't object, yet. "I told you all those heroes on news are fake. There is no such thing as a Superpower or Superhero. Those are just movies and photoshopped. They're fake. You have to believe me-" Her hysterical explanation halted abruptly as I raised my hands.

With my desire, a small ball of orange fire sprouted out like flowers. Not wanting to start another house fire I threw it toward the opened window as it collided with a big tree on our porch and dispersed without any marks.

"I don't want to sound vain but I'm a smart kid mom. Probably the smartest seven years old on the planet. Even if I haven't met any other human beings in this world other than you….you still let me use TV and the Internet." I deadpanned at last, technically not telling an untruth since I haven't met any other human other than her, before and after fusion.

If she was worried and sad before now she looked ready to cry a river at any moment.

"Please don't cry." This time I was the one to initiate a hug and she returned it.

"If you're so sure we need to keep hiding then it's fine," I said quietly. "You're probably trying to protect me or something," I said in conviction as she nodded stiffly before standing up and kneeling beside the bed, face to face with me.

"I'll explain everything to you once you're old enough to understand." She said, affectionately cupping my cheeks. "I have no desire to control you or any other evil agenda so please don't try to use your powers to do something rashly." She pleaded with hope and love in her eyes. She feared that I'd run away from her using my powers, probably flying away like Homelander.

I nodded with a small smile not replying to anything in words. She just smiled back gratefully, assuming I agreed and made a promise to her. She handed me a bowl of my favorite noodle soup before leaving the room with visibly relaxed shoulders and a relieved expression.

"Huh, manipulating humans adult is so easy if you have a child's body and cute face," I said to myself after Becca left the room.

Huh, that sounded more evil than I intended.

It's not like I was planning to do something nefarious or evil acts just because I was Devil. My two human selves were keeping close eyes on that.

I sigh as I looked outside of the window. I could escape from here if I wanted to but it would not be that easy. As Ryan I loved her and I wouldn't want to hurt her for one but that was not all.

I don't have even a tenth of Riser's talent shown in Anime. Hell, I don't even know how to fly yet.

They teach how to fly at the age of ten in the underworld. Fiery wings I can call upon are nothing but decoration at this point.

"Wait-a-second… I'm a Homelander's son so I can fly without wings, right?" I asked myself while chowing down noodles.

I'm taking this way relaxed. Maybe it's not a death-world like Worm? Or a dangerous one like Marvel and DC?

"Ryan. It's time for your Spanish class." Becca's muffled voice came from the kitchen after I finished my soup.

"Coming," I replied.

Nah, I don't gain anything by escaping. I could train here in secret before going out until Homelander comes here for me.

There is no need to go to Human cities since I already have the Internet and TV. I don't want to go out unprepared and get killed by one of those accidents caused by some no-name Cape. Or Supee in this world.

Besides Becca was a beautiful woman, and spending time with her-

SMACK!

"Ow!" I yelped in pain as my left hand punched me in the face without my conscious order. So that must have been Ryan's subconscious.

"Okay okay, sorry. No lusting after our mother. Got it."

"What do you mean you already know?!" Becca asked with a gobsmacked expression as she looked at me in disbelief.

"lo, que quiero decir es, querida madre, que puedo hablar cualquier idioma, cualquier idioma con facilidad." (what I mean is, dear mother, I can speak any language, any language at all with ease).

"How is that even….. Ryan, you shouldn't use your powers! You're going to live a normal life. You don't need them!" She snapped, just like yesterday but she calmed down instantly with a guilty look in a second.

"It's a passive talent mom," I murmured in little fear like Ryan who did this when he did something wrong. But the truth is I'm not just Ryan anymore. Part of the Riser in me simmered out of the hold of my two human selves as a familiar surge of anger let out from my mind.

"And you've already decided how my life in the future is going to be, mom?" I asked in a little eerie tone in my voice. Becca froze with a frightened face for some reason but I didn't care, I just continued to glare. Ignoring this itch in my eyes which appeared all of a sudden.

"Calm down dear, please." She said in a fearful tone which managed to replace my anger with confusion pretty quickly.

I turned away from her and stood up, approaching her makeup mirror warily. Looking at me only confirmed my suspicions.

From an outside perspective, my eyes glowed red. Not like devil magic red. It looked like heat vision which Ryan possessed in canon too.

I inhale long breaths calmly as my eyes return to a normal shade of dark blue.

"See that's why I can't have a normal life, you can't give me a normal life. Sooner or later my powers will hurt all those around me if I don't know how to control them." I said grimly before looking sadly at the terrified woman.

"Mom I-, I d-don't want to h-hurt you by accident." I sobbed fakely even letting out a few crocodile tears for a special effect.

And it was super effective.

"Oh, Ryan." Her fear seemingly disappeared her maternal instinct taking over as she hugged my small frame easily as she also began to cry softly.

She never saw my smirk with my glowing magical devil eyes.

--666--

A few Months Later

Things have been turning good ever since that uncomfortable situation a few months back. During these months I've been secretly practicing my Devil Magic and Phenex Ability.

And the results are not that great.

Devil magic is a lot harder than I suspected. In fanfics I used to read of DxD, Devil MC just think of some random stuff and Voila Magic is done.

I call that BULLSHIT!

Devil magic is not as easy as fanfics made out of it. First of all, you need imagination, that's the easy part. Next comes the power to create things. That is also manageable once you get the hang of your Mana. The hard part is you need to use these both at the same time to perform magic. And creating a new kind of magic is on an entirely different level entirely.

At least fire magic came too easily unlike Demonic powers I have been struggling with for a few months.

Truth be told, I have not trained too hard either.

I've been focusing my moment on spending time with Becca every day and practicing my magic when she's asleep.

These few weeks were probably the last moment of peace for us before Homelander arrives. And I have already made up my mind.

As much as I like— more like Love Becca, I have no intention to hide my powers and live the rest of my life hiding.

Just as I try to leave the room, something extraordinary happened. In front of my eyes symbol of the Phenex Clan, a magic circle of the Phenex family begins to rotate, radiating heat all over the room.

What shocked me was its color, it was blue instead of my usual orange ones.

"Riser? Are you there, buddy?" The muffled voice of a man came through the Magic circle. Their Voice was full of hope and despair mixed.

"Ruval?" I asked, shocked to hear my brother's voice again.

"Riser! Thank Satan you're alive. I didn't want to believe it and give false hope but-" He stooped and sighed in relief. All panic and despair left his voice as he took a deep breath.

"Brother, are you safe? Not that I'm not happy with this development, how are you alive? Mom, Dad, and Sister escaped with an inch of their lives but what happened to you?! They said and your body perished completely."

"Well…you may have noticed it yet, I'm not in the same world as you right now." I started. "For some reason, Great Red took interest in me and saved me." Not a complete lie, since he did save my soul. "And he threw me Worlds across the Dimensions Gap."

"Interesting…." The unknown voice said through the magic circle in front of me before I recognized the owner of the voice.

"Lord Ajuka." I greet the man instinctively. "How did you even contact me and why so long? It's been months."

"The Bishop piece inside of your Sister let us confirm your survival, as for delay to contact you, you're too far away. The only means to communicate with you is through the connection of Evil Piece in your soul." He announced analytically.

"Evil piece in my soul? The only piece I used was Bishop on my little sister that day. I don't remember any other pieces much less one inside me."

"The moment you touched the monument on my place to receive Evil Pieces of your own, it created something called King piece in your soul. That's the only thing connecting you and our world despite being separated by the Dimension Gap." One of the Satan, who created the damned pieces in the first place, explained.

"I didn't know that we needed King pieces," I replied, amazed by the revelation. The only thing I knew about King's piece was that it was banned and being used illegally by some big shots in the Underworld.

"That's because You don't. the monument you touched functions as a replacement King Piece to register young Devils like you as Kings on your peerage."

"So, can I return there or will anyone come here?" I asked, questioning green-haired Satan.

"Unfortunately, no." He replied, not sounding a little bit sorry.

"The connection between the world is too fragile for lack of better words—!!!"

CRASH!!!

"Oh, Shit!" I jumped in fright as I snapped my head toward the big exploding sound. The whole room clattered in impact but nothing got broken, thankfully.

The blue magic circle in front of me fuzzed out before I could warm Ajuka and my brother. Hops they won't get worried because of a lost connection.

I mean they can always confirm if I'm dead or not because of the Bishop piece in my sister's chest.

"Fuck! It's not time to worry about it now." I frown as I ran with all of my speed, which was quite fast compared to normal humans.

"Hope, Becca's alright," I said calmly before focusing itch on my eyes, it was my heat vision, accompanied by fire magic inside my body. It was more deadly than the canon version if I didn't hold back. During these months I practiced regularly so I did not explode someone's inside out instantly.

"If not, someone is going to pay dearly."

With that in my mind. I jumped and focused my foot in front of the door, separating me from outside where noises were coming from.

CRACK!!!

The door broke into splinters instantly as my whole body phased through with ease like there was nothing but heavy wind blocking my way.

The suddenly improved brightness of the outdoors didn't bother me that much as I burst out of the room, searching for my mother.

I didn't find her outside but I did find something.

Black-haired and beard dude with equal black or dark type of clothing. He was sprawled on our lawn, looking at me confused or gawking like he'd seen an alien.

Geez, I thought only Emo teens wear those. I thought about resisting laughing out loud at the clearly distressed man.

And there was another man, looking at me with love?

"Hey look at this handsome devil." He called out jovially, causing me to freeze before relaxing.

He didn't mean literally, it was only a figure of speech, a metaphor for a good-looking man in human terms.

I recognized him before even looking at his face. That suit was a dead giveaway. The suit was the perfect blend of Captain America and Superman without looking cringing and overly cheerful. The man was blonde, blue soft eyes, and admittingly handsome for a human.

"Hey, pal." He started again gently as crouched lovingly like talking to a short child.

"You know who I am?" He asked gently. I looked around subtly around before relaxing, Becca was probably fine if these two were the ones causing a commotion.

"Homelander," I replied, feigning a little surprise in my tone. Best or strongest hero in this world, visibly perks as his eyes sparkle in mirth.

"Yeah, (laughs) uh, that's right. But you know who else?" He put both of his hands on my shoulder eagerly.

Becca came from the other side of the garden but I didn't pay any attention to her at the moment. It was hard to look at her shocked, gobsmacked, and frightened face.

"No?" I said in confusion. I knew exactly who he was so I replied in a confusing and contradicting manner. The thing is this guy has a psychopathic offense against lies and deception, so it is better if I answer in double meaning than answer with a lie. I don't want to test his limits even if I'm his son.

"Huh, Mommy didn't tell you, eh?" If he was offended because of Mom, he didn't show it on his face and eyes.

"Well," He took a deep breath. "I'm your father. And we are family." He said while patting my head.

Instinctively my heat vision activated in my eyes but I didn't fire it, holding it back inside my eyes. This was probably Compound V inside my body, which I inherited from Homelander from birth that activated automatically upon contact with the source of the powerful drug, Homelander.

"You just wait right here alright? Not here on the lawn I mean, I'll be right back." He said with a charming smile as he got back on his feet. Before we all could react, he grabbed the dark-haired man, who was gawking at mother, and flew somewhere at the speed of sound.

I looked at my mother's frightened face deadpanned eyes.

"So, my father is probably the strongest man alive, and you cut off from any kind of civilization to hide me and protect me for what?" I asked. I knew the answer already but I pretended I didn't. Can't tell them about the future now can I?

She didn't answer anything. Only looking at the sky where Homelander just flew with another man right in front of her.

"Oooh, that sounded wrong in my head."

Yes, this is The Boys X DxD fanfiction. This is Season zero or Prologue World if you will. Of course, Crossover will happen in the future but there won't be some dimensions hoping for dozens of chapters. With each new world, it will have its Season rather than Arcs. Anyway, don't forget to Fav/Follow and Review.

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