Author Notes:

Hello, guys! It's been a while since the last time we saw each other and, yeah, it was in no small part my fault for taking my leave for so long without even notifying you about my temporary "vacation" from writing here. Though I'd like to point out it wasn't on purpose at all.

You know how it is, Real Life shenanigans tend to strike at the worst moments and sometimes they are just too important or too life-changing to ignore. There has been university matters that I gotta take care of (and still am!) so there is that to consider. I won't make a big fuss about it but I want you to know that I will try to stay online as much as possible… so long as my schedule provides me with the free time, anyway.

With that said, how about we start with the good stuff, shall we?

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=PROLOGUE=

|Unknown Location|

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Deus Vult

Those words hit my brain with the power and speed of a bullet train. And just as I expected, the sudden motion of thoughts brought forth the mother of all migraines, waking me up from my slumber as if I was showered with a rain of bricks falling on my head.

"Goddammit, my fuckin' head hurts so much!" I groaned with dry tone as I tried to rise from the mattress I was sleeping on, holding my head in pain.

Sitting up, I squeezed my eyes shut against it due the sheer intensity of my morning headache. I guess I should expect such a thing considering all that crazy stuff I did last night. Note to self, never again I must spend all my saving in a drinking party.

"Well, that's what I get for trying to get chummy with my sister's friends." Sighing despondently, I reached out my hand to get my glasses and start another uneventful day in my boring life.

But that's when I noticed a few things going amiss.

In the first place, I wasn't in my apartment in the metropolitan area of the city. Upon closer inspection, this place looked more like some cheap room you rent from a shitty motel— Nah, to call this place a motel room would be an understatement and an insult to all decently cheap motels. It looks more like an old, putrid basement from some abandoned building who has seen better years.

The paint adorning the surface of the walls in this room appeared to be worn out and there was a large number of cracks everywhere. Even worst, mold was spreading through the cracks like an infection. To be honest, the walls looked so fragile that I'm surprised they are still standing.

Such a thing is already gross to watch and the floor wasn't better in that regard. While it wasn't full of cracks and was infected with mold, it sure was dirty as heck and I could even see rats in the corner of the room! Even the bed was disgusting to watch!

'What the heck had I been doing last night to end up in such a crappy place?'

Man, I hope I didn't decide to hook up with some random prostitute in my drunkard state only to have all my belongings stolen. Having to deal with a situation like that would be so annoying but I guess it's to be expected when you are a drunkard like me.

'Guess that means I should stop drinking once and for all. Mhm, seems like the best choice.

Oh well, there is no use in crying for spilled milk—

'What the...?'

Just when I was about to take my belongings and take my leave from this disgusting place, all my movements came to a violent halt the moment my eyes laid on a mirror who was conveniently before me, right in backside of the room's door.

Of course, it wasn't the sight of the mirror which perturbed me though but the reflection that greeted me.

In front of me, I saw the figure of a pale-skinned young man around his late teens with ruby-colored eyes and a striking silver hair. His physique wasn't overly muscular but I could see that he wasn't skinny either, I'd say his body type was lean-muscled like that of a pro swimmer. The only garment he was using were a pair of dark pants and nothing else, and his hair was all messy, so I could assume he just woke up.

However, his state of dress and his body build were inconsequential for me and I dismissed them quickly. What really got my attention was the fact that this random dude was mimicking my very moves in perfect sync!

At first, I thought it was a practical joke and this guy was acting like a mime to confuse me but somewhere in my mind I knew it wasn't the case. Something else was happening right here and I knew what it was.

Somehow I snatched the body of this dude!

Then, at the very moment and without warning, a faint memory stirred.

I remember that before going out with my friends I spent some time watching a crappy anime series of the harem genre with way too much eye candy and panty shots for its own good. It tells the story of a perverted highschool boy who was recruited by a devil princess and turned into her servant and living many adventures in the supernatural world, with a good share of lewd content and whatever.

Overall the franchise wasn't all that amazing in my opinion despite having so much potential. I actually thought once that this show could become the next hit but all that hype died the instant I watched the first episode.

Sadly for me thought, my little sibling was quite a fan of the series and forced me to watch the show up to the second season— and sure enough, I hated every single moment of that torture.

Not only the series relied too much on fanservice to gather attention from the audience, the villains were also stupid and have little to no actual relatable traits at all. They were just a ton of plain characters who did bad things because… reasons? Well, I guess that the second season shows some decently made antagonist for the standards of this series like that vampire angel dude and even a freaking terrorist organization.

Still, I didn't have any hopes about the series and decided to drop the subject when I saw that atrocious Power-Up the main character got when he became enrage because his rival threatened to… halve his harem girls' boobs size. And the worst part is that he defeated the villain, who up to that point was one of the most broken characters in the franchise!

Seriously, and I thought that Boruto was bad…

Anyway, among the cast of villains there were a few characters who stands up for me, either because of how impossibly idiotic they were or the badassery they has shown. One of them being a certain mad priest who took pleasure in the carnage he provokes as if he was part of Hellsing's cast.

The villain was kinda annoying but I always found him far more compelling than others due the similitudes he shared with characters like the Joker or Carnage due his sheer madness and his desire to break havoc in the world.

Freed Sellzen

That's the name is the psychotic freak whose sheer insanity would surely make him an excellent character for works like Hellsing, DC or Marvel Comics, Akame Ga Kill or even the Nasuverse; yet he was fated to remain as a background character, a mook villain with no future because he was part of the DxD rooster of characters.

And right now, for some reason I cannot explain, I have become that very same character.

In an instant of blind realization I jerked back like a struck viper and accidently felt over my butt in the cold floor. The fall was a bit painful but my brain ignored it altogether as I stared at his— my reflection in the mirror. Denying reality while evading its truth was one thing; to have that bitter pill flung in your face and crammed down your throat was another matter entirely. Of all the people! Of all the places! Of all the times! Why me?! Why here?! Why now?!

Granted, I didn't faint like a wimp like many people might assume. I did, however, start cursing like a true sailor.

"Why the fuck this kind of shitty situation has been handed on me?!"

Under normal circumstances I would have been panicking over the fact that my voice was a near perfect replica of that the Original Freed's; but right now the indignation and rage I felt was so strong that I couldn't even register this small detail. And I guess that even if I did notice it, I couldn't care less about such a thing. Instead, I screamed. I shouted and shrieked and swore and spat at whatever deity I could until I was absolutely hoarse, till my voice became little more than a whisper.

It's obvious what was happening, I read about this in many novels and anime series— somehow I become an Isekai Protagonist of sorts and if the situation was any different and I haven't been "reincarnated" in one of the most hated, scummy characters out there I would probably feel giddy or elated even.

Like seriously, even getting reborn as Saji Genshirou would have been a better choice but nooo~! I'm stuck in the body of the psychotic asshole, Freed Sellzen. Sure, I admit that a part of me was fascinated by these type of chaotic characters but not to the point I wanted to become one myself!

Just who in the nine circles of hell did I piss off to suffer this kind of fu—!

"Well, look at that. It seems like you are fine and very lively."

My heart leaped into my throat and nearly tumbled past my lips when I heard the new voice which, despite being low enough to be considered a whisper, carried enough suppressed hostility to sent shivers through my spine and turn my back as rigid as a rock. I hesitatingly turned my face to greet my visitor as she stepped inside the room, showing a condescending smirk.

The person who entered through the door was an inhumanly beautiful and buxom young woman with supernaturally gorgeous violet, slit-pupil eyes and long silky black hair down to her hips. The attire she used was… fairly normal even though I knew she was anything but human (no way in her a human woman got such eyes and aura). She wore a short black dress with a small, light purple jacket on top and a pair of dark colored shoes.

All in all, I could say without a doubt in my mind that this woman was possibly the most gorgeous female I have seen in my entire life— which was a reasonable conclusion given that she was most likely a fallen angels and they were genetically designed to be seductive and natural sex symbols.

However, despite her beauty, I knew this woman was dangerous and would probably cause some troubles if my answer displease her or make her suspicious of me. After all, she was one of the dominatrix crow's lackeys from what I remember.

"Hmm? What is it? Can't you even be professional for once instead of falling to your base instincts?" She said with a slightly irritated tone and narrowed eyes, leveling a cold glare at me. Luckily, she didn't seem to upset, dropping her icy stare and huffing in annoying as she shook her head in disapproval. "Honestly, you humans are no better than monkeys in heat."

"I cannot say I disagree with you. But in my defense, any man and even some women would feel that way when there is such a gorgeous lady like you in the same vicinity." I immediately responded before wisely deciding to shut my mouth, internally panicking at such blunder. 'Dammit! Me and my goddamn mouth! There is no way she won't get suspicious because of this!'

Much to my surprise, however, she didn't lashed out at me with her Light Spears and tortured me cold-heartily to get the answer about "my" sudden change of attitude. Rather, she just stared at me with an odd look before letting out a soft chuckle, as if what I said amused her.

"My. Since when were you such an eloquent ladies man? I admit that if this wasn't a ploy to get into my pants I would feel flattered." The black-haired woman mused with humor, thinking that my unusual demeanor was an act to appease her.

'Did she seriously ignored my totally out of character response?! Well, I guess it's better to have her assuming I'm a creepy simp rather than having to visit her torture chambers.' I thought while releasing a sigh I didn't know I was holding. Seems like Lady Luck hasn't abandoned me yet and today won't be the date of my demise.

"In any case, I admit that it's good to see you in good spirits." The Fallen Angel confessed with a faint smirk and for a second I thought she was actually worried about me, which was suspicious considering the kind of reputation Freed amassed over the years. "After all, having to deal with a tons of paperwork because one of our underlings suddenly dies because they got hit by a truck of all things. Though, I guess it'd have been better if that did happen, as you are hardly a likeable guy." However, she instantly crushed my expectations (much to my relief). This woman was really honest and very upfront with her feelings for me, huh?

… Wait a minute. Did she just say that Freed (I?) got hit by a truck? How the heck did that idiot let that happen to him? Wasn't he one of the few humans that could keep up with devils and other supernatural beings thanks to his training and whatever? What's with these silly Tuck-kun shenanigans!

Dear Author, I know you got a tight schedule and sometimes you would just miss a things and get more than a few errors here and there but at the very least you should be consistent with the power-scaling! Peak Humans bordering the Superhuman Build shouldn't get offed like that. This is not a Ryan Reynolds-produced film in which certified badasses like Terry Crews are killed off in such a sudden and pathetic manner!

Completely oblivious of my inner distress, the woman kept talking. "Anyhow, I haven't come here for a social meeting. We got a Stray Devil infestation and we need you to take care of it." I'm sorry, what? That seriously sounds like something I should NOT involve myself with.

"Ummm… And why don't you just kill it instead?" I couldn't help but ask, frowning with evident uncertainty and slight annoyance.

"Because, unlike you¸ we have more pressing matters to take care of. Important businesses which requires our utmost attention. As a mere subordinate in the bottom of our organization, you should be very aware of this." As expected, the Fallen Angel quickly shows how little she think on her underlings' wellbeing.

"Right…" These guys truly are the most reliable bosses here, huh? Their professional ethics are top-notch and worth of many praises.

Seriously, it's around… 4:30 A.M?! And this chick just came here to force me do some plague control job? Can't they even do some medical diagnosis first? I don't know what the Original Freed might think about this deal but I feel like an abused errand guy. This is outright slavery, I say!

"If you don't have any more stupid questions, I suggest you go take care of that pest now. We have a very busy schedule for the next two weeks and the last thing we want is to gather unwanted attention from the Overseers of this city." With that said, she handed me a piece of paper with the specs of the monster and where to find it. Afterwards and without saying anything else, she turned around and left the room without even bothering to wait for a response.

"…" I stood there for a few seconds, too stunned to say anything as I processed what was happening.

Let's make a quick summarization of the situation, shall we?

Not only have I woken up in the body of a psychotic priest who works for a bunch of incompetent crows in a fictional world, I've also been assigned a pest control quest of sorts just to get rid of a random beast which just happens to be a freaking Stray Devil— meaning it has some magic-related abilities and miscellaneous skills besides its obviously superhuman build.

And you know what's worst? That I have never underwent any type of training that could've prepared me to hunt down a wild beast, much less a literal demonic monster!

The hell is this? Did I suddenly woke up in a Dark Souls Crossover?! A newbie like me has no chance of survival against something like that! I'm the least qualified person for this job!

"Dammit!" I cursed under my breath as I take a seat in admittedly soft surface of my mattress.

There is no way I can escape from this situation no matter how much a try to think on a solution. Trying to flee from this town would be seen as deflection and there is no telling that these dimwits won't try to kill me for it. And I couldn't' just ignore the order either, because that would displease my idiotic new bosses and then they will kill me if the fucking monster manage to attract too much attention from the Devils.

My best bet was to comply and get rid of that Stray Devil as efficiently and swiftly as possible to avoid future repercussions. After dealing with it, I can focus on my existential crisis.

"Tsk! My only saving grace is that Freed— I, have a relatively high standing in this little group, at least when it comes to human exorcists." I mussed with a grim look as I began to formulate possible strategies.

It seems like I should play the Generalissimo here and rely on the exorcists below my rank and create a small battalion for the task. If the information of this paper I received from the blue-haired crow is to be believed, the demonic beast was quite stupid and easy to track. Moreover, it share many similitudes with arachnids and not only did it has their strengths but also their weaknesses.

"And fortunately enough, I was an avid fan of Animal Planet." I mussed with a dry chuckle. Admittedly, I haven't watched it for some time but I'm confident in my basic knowledge in zoology. "Now, I need to go and recruit a few guys for the mission. With some luck they won't made a fuss about it." With that said I started to get dressed and take Freed's (my?) belongings.

Even if I'm in another world wearing a body who isn't technically mine I'd still be the errand boys of my bosses and do the most annoying tasks at hand, it seems. Well, at least I got some level of authority over my peers now even if the circumstances aren't the best.

Wait… Why the heck aren't I panicking like I should? I just woke up from a drunken night only to discover that not only I was transported to another world but also snatched the body of a complete stranger and now I'm about to go on a mission to kill a monster with a bunch of seemingly villainous exorcists who would most likely die! Shouldn't I be more… startled by this situation?

Ugh, no. I would worry about that after I take care of this demonic beast infestation… for the sake of what little sanity I have left, that is.

Man, I really hope this was all but a weird dream.

The Dxd World, from what I could understand after watching only a few episodes from the animated series, was filled with vicious monsters and cruel individuals who would do anything to get what they want, never bothering about how many lives they'd ruin or how much destruction they might cause.

Devils kidnapping humans to turn them into their pretty slaves just out of convenience. Hedonist tyrants who would rather watch the entire world burn instead of growing out of their childish phases. Supernatural terrorist who wanted to take over the world and make a new ruling state to match their sadistic tastes. The Anti-Christ being a sociopathic man-child who wanted to fight only for the sake of it. And, as expect, most adults are useless cunts who hand the fate of the universe to a bunch of horny teens…

It would be an understatement to say I wasn't thrilled about living the rest of my days in this world. All things considered, it was better for my sanity to think this was all just an awfully livid dream blissfully ignored all evidences which stated otherwise.

Because, if this wasn't a dream but the cold, merciless reality— I was utterly screwed.

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… Or maybe not?

← To be Continued.