Italics: Character's thoughts, flashbacks and memories.
Horizontal line: Beginning/end of a flashback, change of scenery and change of character.
God. Someone who is praised, respected and even feared. A being conceived as holy, sacred and immortal.
"The heavenly father wants you to be happy, he understands you, he can guide you, lift you up and comfort you."
They spoke to him of his greatness and benevolence. "You are in God's hands, do not be afraid, be brave, for he will protect you." He faithfully believed all those wonderful words, how could he not? Life on the streets is hard. How long did he endure the cold? How long did he endure the hunger? The beatings, the pain, the desperation to live another day?
The warmth of a bed, the feeling of a full stomach, the love of a family, a name… He had none of that. That was until the church adopted him and raised him as one of their own.
He cried and cried, until the tears could not come out of his eyes, he thanked the sisters of the church infinite times, however, they swore that it was not her work, it was God's work.
"God erased your past, restored your present, and blessed your future."
What can a child who was saved from the street think? A pure, innocent, scared soul... Unable to understand the faith of the real, he decided to give his body and his soul to that divine being who "saved his life".
"Whether you pray for healing, guidance, or peace, connect with God through prayer."
He spent time praying, praising and accepting that deity in his heart.
His faith was strong, after all, he had been saved by a powerful, gracious and omnipresent being. He owed him his life, that's why he himself learned to respect and love him...
He had done everything to test his faith, he did everything the sisters told him to do, he never disobeyed any order… So…
"Why don't you help me, my lord? Why have you abandoned me?"
As much as he begged, as much as he prayed, God never answered him...
The boy could not understand the reason why he was ignored.
Day after day, he prayed every moment, he called several times to the being that had saved his life long ago. He wanted to escape from this place, this snow-white room, the place where they were supposed to change the world.
"I want to go home... Please..."
"Waa! Get me out of here! I don't want to do this anymore! Waa!"
"Stop, please... Please... Just stop, please..."
Fear, desperation, madness... The room was full of those feelings, the children couldn't take so much pain, so he begged for help, begged, begged, begged, begged and begged.
But it never ended, those men who promised them to be the heroes who would change the world, who would guide those in need, who would eliminate all evil from the world, were just lying.
"I▄■▄■h. What will become of us?"
He looked to the side. A girl with white hair tied in two braided tails and with a barrette on the right side of her bangs spoke to him.
T▄s■▄. Her friend, an important person to him. She was just as scared as the other kids, he couldn't see her like that. I'm going to get them out of here, I promise. He wanted to help everyone, free them from this suffering.
"Don't lose faith, T▄s■▄. God and the church will help us, they definitely will."
Blind faith was just that, a false hope that he would never make it, but he refused to accept it, they had already rescued him once, he was confident they would do it again, they had to, the church... They were ...
"But… it was the same church that gave us those men, sniff…"
They were his family...
A family that delivered them into the clutches of those bastards...
Horrible thoughts ran through his mind, he wanted to trust them, no... He trusts them with all his heart, his faith would not be easily destroyed, his family would rescue him, they would, they just had to hold on a bit. A few days, just a few days.
His eyes were closed, sleep consuming him. Inside, he expected to wake up in his room in the halls of the church, he really wanted that to happen...
So, he dreamed, he dreamed of that day…
The church is a pleasant place, the sisters, though strict, always treated everyone with kindness and gentleness. The children were playing in the sunlight, others were doing housework, he was one of them.
Today is a special day, according to the kind women, tonight a man of great importance to the church would arrive. He didn't pay too much attention to those things, usually the people who came to visit did so to adopt their future children.
He didn't want to be adopted, he liked this place, this is where he learned everything he knows, leaving would cause him to feel empty inside.
The sun set and night fell. All the children were summoned to the large church hall, old walls of a dull gray color, wooden seats that were barely in good condition, chandeliers for lighting and a large altar at the back.
In conclusion, it was a dilapidated building, lacking the beauty and security of other churches, but everyone considered it their home.
The sisters, dressed in their characteristic nun's habits, walked to the altar, looked at those present and spoke together.
"Good evening, dear children. I am glad to see you in good spirits and happy."
The sisters greeted everyone calmly and sweetly and gave way to the Eucharist. It was some time before the opening rites were finished, ending with the last prayers, the eldest of the sisters began a new theme.
"All of you have worked hard during these months, helped your brothers and sisters, fulfilled your duties and accepted God's grace in your hearts." She paused for a moment, looked around and continued with a smile. "Thanks to this, your efforts have reached the ears of a certain man, a very important person for the church."
Visits of this caliber were unusual, so tempers were high: who was this important person? Why was he curious about the children of an abandoned church? No one had a sure answer, but everyone was eager to meet this person.
"All rise, our guest must receive our most sincere respect."
The church doors opened, the soft footsteps of a person echoed in the silent room, the boy couldn't quite make out what the guest looked like, but whoever it was, it was clear that everyone was impressed by his presence.
The individual stood at the side of the altar, waving to the sisters, he let everyone see him. He had the appearance of an older man of short stature, with glasses, gray hair, mustache and black eyes, dressed in priest's clothing.
"Welcome Father, forgive our lack of hospitality. We don't have the funds to give you a warm welcome."
"Sister, don't worry about such inappropriate thoughts, what kind of person would be angry with so many young people of great faith?" The man turned his attention to the crowd. "Good evening, my children. My name is Va▄■e▄ G▄li▄▄. I have heard a lot of good things from all of you."
The children were excited, being recognized is something they like, the feeling is accentuated by the knowledge that they were praised by a man of great power and influence in the church.
"Tell me, little ones. have you heard of the sacred swords?"
The sacred swords, known as the ultimate weapons, full of light and hope. It is said that very few people are capable of carrying these prestigious weapons. Unfortunately, the bearers are only found once every several years.
"Many consider them the best weapons ever created, others call it a tool with extraordinary abilities. But, no one is able to understand their nature, they are not weapons of war, nor are they tools. The sacred swords are the hopes, dreams and faith of the people."
The priest was silent for a few seconds, seconds that seemed like hours to the children. The man held the interest of the little ones, none could ignore his symbolic phrases.
"Long ago, my ideal was to wield one of these wonderful swords. However, I did not qualify to be a wielder." The old man took a deep breath and continued. "But! That did not stop me, it was not my duty to wield them, so it was clear that my destiny gave me another purpose, my duty is to guide the new generation of bearers."
In the eyes of those present, the man is a clear example of overcoming. He was denied his dream, but he did not give up, he followed the path his heart told him to follow and became a priest who would guide the new ones.
"I have worked hard to be where I am, day after day I have given my best! And here I am, before the future brothers and sisters who will change the world."
There were no words to describe the feeling everyone felt. It was clear that the feeling was one of pride, pride in being valued, of being able to listen to the man who is giving them the opportunity to achieve something great.
"My children. The world, its people, is out of control. They have no hope, they have no faith, and they live in fear, I ask all of you, are you happy with such a world?"
Of course not, they wanted to change things, to help people, to show them faith in the Lord, to teach them his greatness and his love. They wanted to change the world.
The priest smiled at the determined faces.
"Let's make the world a better place! To accomplish this, we need holy sword bearers, people who hold in their hands the power of hope, faith and love."
The power of hope and faith... Those words stuck in everyone's mind. The boy was excited, this is what he wanted, he needed a way to give back to the church, and here was the opportunity.
"The world needs you, my children! With your help, we can discover the component that allows humans to wield the sacred swords, we would find a way to help people, we would achieve our own utopia."
The boy's heart raced, the priest's words were compelling and inspiring, he was going to repay his debt to the deity who rescued him from the streets long ago. He would do it, he would serve God.
"For this very reason I beseech you, my children, do the will of God, surrender your body and soul to the Lord. Your destiny is to be the heroes of the new world."
Yes... It is their destiny...
"No... You will be more than that, you will be God's heroes."
God's hero...
The boy made his decision, he would become God's champion, he would be his hero, he would fulfill the Lord's will!
"Remember that God is always with you, he will never forsake you. As long as you have faith, he will be your protector and companion."
No, he won't, he is a good and almighty being, he would never forsake them.
He will never...
He woke up abruptly. He had lost count of the number of times he had had the same dream.
Looking around him, he realized that there were fewer children than before. He didn't want to think too much about it, he didn't want to know what had happened to those who had been summoned to see the priest. But, if there was one thing he was sure of, it was that no good things happened to them, after all, the place is strict and infamous.
How long had it been? Days? Months? Maybe years? He could not know. Whatever hopes he had were dwindling, no one was going to save them, he didn't want to accept it, but it was the cruel reality.
"Get up, you brats. Our father wishes to see you, so hurry up and get ready."
A man pressed them to move. There was no point in finding out the identity of these wretches who were experimenting on children. They were all dressed the same way, long white suits with a shirt of the same shade; they had black pants and obsidian-colored masks to hide their faces.
Obeying the man's orders, he moved along with the other children. It wasn't hard to figure out where they wanted to meet, the times they were called they always passed through the same hallway.
The place was large, the jet black painted walls contradicting the white of the children's room. Rooms full of machinery and medical instruments, it would look like a hospital if it weren't for the large blood stains on the floor and some dismembered limbs scattered on the floor.
This is how the project worked, the children were summoned to the different rooms to experiment with their bodies. Eyes, nose, mouth, trunk, legs and so on. They had no mercy, they were not treated like humans, they were cattle.
Still walking through the dark corridors, he visualized a large door hidden between two rooms, the boy never saw that door in all this time. Although, he never concentrated on anything other than praying and begging for mercy, even his escape attempts were never tested in the hallway, after all, a guard always accompanied them. If he made a simple mistake they would kill him.
"Welcome, my children. Oh, God... You are less and less. Do not worry, do not be afraid, today is the day you will be free."
V▄l▄■▄ G▄l▄■▄■. The one responsible for all this. The one who convinced them with sweet and powerful words. The man who created this abominable project.
Even seeing the state of terror of the children and all the bodies strewn around the room, the man was still talking with a smile on his face.
"It really is a pity, but it seems that it is not possible to figure out the component needed to wield a holy sword, at least, not with this generation of young people."
With our generation... Were there others who went through the same thing before us?
"I▄a■▄■. The priest had never called us all. What's going on?"
He had no answer to his friend's question. Silence reigned in the room. Anguish was overtaking them, they all had their own thoughts, but they agreed on one in particular, what does it mean that they will be free today?
Behind, at the doors, stood several masked men, they seemed to be waiting for a sign from the priest.
"It is truly unfortunate, I expected great things from all of you." He nodded to the men behind the doors. "So much for your usefulness, may God guide and protect you."
As soon as V▄l▄■▄ said those words, purple smoke began to rise from the roof from the ventilation ducts. The men who were waiting patiently, walked briskly into the room and approached them slowly.
The instant he inhaled that purple smoke, he began to cough uncontrollably, the same thing happened to the other children.
Poison. That was it, and a very strong one, capable of killing a person in a matter of minutes. Hopelessly, the boy accepted reality. God had abandoned them, left them to their fate and never intended to rescue them, no... Since it was the church itself that did this to them, wouldn't it be correct to say that it was the Lord's own wishes?
Yes, it was all God's fault. He never saved him from the street because he was kind and caring, he did it so he could slowly destroy his body and soul.
It is said that the greatest despair is born of false hope, was that what the Lord wanted to see? Did he long to see a group of children agonizing, suffering and dying?
It's all God's fault...
The child could not stop thinking about it. He cursed that divine being, what was once faith, turned into hatred.
But it was too late for that, the men were already by his side, with no other choice, he closed his eyes and expected the worst.
"What the...? Let go of me you fucking brat."
"Let go of me you little bastard!"
"What do you think you're doing, get away from me right now!"
However, nothing happened, he heard grunts and grumbles from those men. When he opened his eyes, he saw his companions clinging to the feet and hips of the individuals.
"I▄a■▄■ Quick, get out of here!"
That girl he hung out with, with whom he became close friends, was pale and could barely stand. But, still, she clung tightly to the bastard's feet.
"What are you waiting for, come on, hurry up, you have to escape from this place!"
"We will stop these men! Please, I▄a■▄■, you have to live!"
His comrades begged him to escape, they wanted him to leave them...
I can't do it...
The screams were getting louder and louder, the men were hitting and hitting hard. However, that didn't stop the group, who kept shouting at the boy to run away.
No... I'm not going to...
Tears welled up in his eyes, watching in horror at what was happening, he didn't want to betray his friends, but the poison was still present and he seemed to be the only one still in good shape.
He looked at his friend, the most important person to him. He saw that her eyes demanded him to run, to escape, he wanted her to be saved.
" I▄A■▄■ Run!"
"Aaaaarhg! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" shouting, the boy ran away as fast as he could.
I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... Please forgive me...
He moved as fast as possible through the corridors, he had no idea where the exit was. His mind remembered a certain door he saw earlier, the one between two rooms.
Without a second thought he headed for that place. He completely ignored the tiredness and the pain in his feet. This was the perfect opportunity, an occasion like this could not be missed, even if he really wanted to stay to help his friends, it was impossible.
If it wasn't the poison, then, the men would kill them with their own hands.
Taking a deep breath, he ran and ran as long as he could. His vision was getting blurrier and blurrier, the poison was probably getting to him, but, if he could make it to civilization, he could save himself, he could call for help and put those horrible people in jail.
How naive he was...
It took him a few minutes to reach his destination, a brown door with white details, it had symbols and crosses all over it. To his horror, a key was needed to open it.
No... My friends sacrificed themselves for nothing? Is this what you wanted, God!? You wanted to see our suffering!?
In the distance, he heard the sound of footsteps, he looked around in search of an object that could help him defend himself. Finding nothing, he had to think of a plan quickly.
The man did not consider himself a good person, he had murdered many children under the name of Father V▄l■▄■. This was to be one of those days, the poison would weaken the little ones and his group would take care of finishing off those who were still breathing.
Since the unexpected never happened, they would only use knives specialized in close combat. However, they never expected to be surprised by a group of brats on the verge of death. Worse, they never expected that they would make way for someone else to escape.
Freeing himself from the boy holding him, he chased after the one who had vanished. It couldn't go far, the hallway only connected to the rooms where they experimented on them, and the only exit was locked with the key he now possessed.
On guard he walked the long corridors in search of his target. It didn't take him long to find it, the boy was lying on the floor, right in front of the exit.
So the poison ended his life? Heh, poor bastard.
He stood carelessly in front of the corpse. It wasn't breathing, its eyes were open and it didn't seem to blink. He wasn't going to get carried away with that, he bent down to take his pulse, but he didn't expect the kid to suddenly move towards his leg, specifically the one with the combat knife.
"You! You son of a...!"
He didn't have time to complain, the boy grabbed the knife and plunged it into his side.
"AAAARGH! You little bastard, that hurts!"
He tried to hit the brat, but it didn't work. Since he had a wound, it made it difficult for him to move quickly, the boy took advantage and stabbed the knife several times into his abdomen.
"Augh... Shit... To think... For a fucking brat..."
On the ground, he watched as his target approached his face. It was clear that this was the first time the boy had killed someone, the scared expression and pallor gave it away. But, there was something else, in its eyes he noticed another countenance, one full of hatred.
The boy raised the knife and looked him in the eyes. Son of a b... He couldn't finish his thought, the knife came down quickly and stuck between his eyes.
He had done it, he had killed the man...
The plan was a success, play dead to trick the man and take advantage of a moment of weakness to attack. The poison was a good excuse, holding his breath was difficult, but it helped to fool the man. He needed to see what the man was wearing, so he decided to leave his eyes open and resist the temptation to blink.
The lifeless face looked back at him. He shook his head from side to side and checked the body. Investigating the suit pockets, he found a key and quickly used it on the door.
Please be the right one, please...
With a distinguished sound, the door opened.
Happiness and hope was what he felt, without wasting a second, he stepped out and ran through the door. A long and dark corridor was what he witnessed, having no idea where this passage could lead him, he kept moving forward.
It took him a while, but he could see a light at the bottom. With a last effort, he hurried to the end.
The wind... He felt the wind in his body. Looking around the place, noticed rows and rows of trees, it was clear that it was a forest, and a beautiful one. Contemplating the sky, he saw huge gray clouds, he wasn't sure if it was day or night.
The outside... I made it, guys, I did it... Thanks to you I was able to get out.
He turned to see the exit and discovered a large cave.
A cave? We were in a cave all this time?
Suddenly, his body weakened. The poison was taking effect, if he didn't find help, he would die.
I'm not going to die here...
He wouldn't, he went through a lot, they mistreated him and experimented on his body. His friends sacrificed themselves for him.
I'm not going to die! Not after coming this far!
He would survive. He would not give pleasure to that being who enjoyed his suffering.
Take a good look at me, you bastard! I'm going to live!
In the end, his body gave up first. Falling to the ground, he used all his strength to get up.
Get up! Come on, move! You can't fall here, you definitely can't!
No matter how many times he demanded his body to move, it just wasn't happening.
Shit... Don't do this to me... Someone... Whoever... Please, help...
Just on the brink of death, he visualized a silhouette approaching. She had long hair and appeared to be dressed in winter clothing. With his blurred vision he couldn't quite make out who it was.
"My... Who has left you in this horrible state?" It was a girl's voice. "Tell me, do you want to live?"
With his last strength he tried desperately to answer her.
"Very well." She seemed to have understood.
The silhouette of the girl seemed to have taken out a small object and placed it on his chest.
"Then, I command, in the name of Rias Gremory. To you, that I will resurrect you back to this earth as my servant, and you will be reborn as a demon. You, my 'Knight', shall be reborn with a new life."
His body no longer felt heavy...
Am I dying? Heh, then, in the end, it was all in vain...
Gradually his mind faded away, but he didn't feel the tiredness and pain from before.
At least I will die without pain...
"You'd better rest for now, my cute servant. Ah... I forgot to warn my brother and Akeno that I was going for a walk. Ha ha ha ha, UPS."
Looking at the mysterious girl, he let his eyes close completely. Feeling limp, he let himself be consumed by the intense darkness.
"Brat."
Some time had passed since that fateful day.
"Hey, brat. Don't you dare ignore me."
He was rescued by his mistress, Rias Gremory, who is the heiress of the Gremory clan after her older brother, Sirzechs, took Lucifer's place. Moreover, she is the person to whom he owes his life. It didn't matter that she said he didn't have to worry about it. He'd do it anyway...
"Hey, brat, I won't tolerate this disrespect!"
Sensing danger, he summoned a sword and quickly blocked an attack that was headed straight for his head. He counterattacked with a lunge towards the person, but the person dodged it and put the sword to his neck.
"Checkmate. Boy, you're lowering the skill level you have. I didn't train a weakling, I trained a warrior. You better not get distracted next time."
The sword swung away from his neck in a swift and refined manner. He always admired his mentor's sword art, it was fast, graceful and left no gaps.
"And there you go again, looking at my sword won't make you any stronger, you know?"
Of course he knew, it had to train and strengthen his own body, he had been doing it for these past few years. He simply liked the style his master used.
"If you understand that, then you have to work on your own style, I taught you a little of what I know. However, I can't teach you all my techniques. You have to create and train your own moves."
He nodded at those words. As usual, his teacher bothered to remind him of such trivial things he should already know.
"Very well. We must hurry, the princess is excited to see her cute servant again." His mentor scoffed.
He could do nothing but accept the taunt. Since he had been gone for a long time for training, he received several calls from his mistress and a certain girl.
Walking through the long corridors of Gremory Manor, he thought about his current situation. He never believed that he would become a reincarnated demon, let alone belong to one of the most important factions of the underworld.
The underworld... He always considered it a dark place with an absence of light, however, there is no difference between the human world and the underworld. According to his master, in ancient times the sky was purple during the day and night, but the four current great satans adjusted the flow of time to coincide in the human world for the sake of the reincarnated Demons.
Arriving at a large red door, he proceeds to enter alongside his mentor.
A large white room welcomed him. On the floor was a large red carpet, huge chandeliers on the ceiling, several bookshelves on the sides of the room, beautiful windows that let in daylight and finally a desk at the back of the room.
There were three people in the room.
The first is a beautiful young woman who looks to be in her early twenties with silver hair down to her back with a long braid on each side with small blue bows at the ends, while the rest is loose and ends in twin braids and red eyes. She wears a blue and white French maid's outfit with long sleeves and a white maid's headband on her head.
Grayfia Lucifuge is the wife and queen of Sirzechs Gremory. She is known as the strongest queen and the silver-haired queen of annihilation.
Next to Grayfia was Rias Gremory. Rias is a beautiful young woman with a voluptuous body, white skin, blue eyes and beautiful crimson hair. She is dressed in a white shirt under a red jacket and wears a black skirt.
Finally, the person sitting at the desk is Sirzechs Gremory. Sirzechs is a handsome man who looks to be in his early twenties. He has shoulder-length crimson hair and blue eyes. His attire consists of an elegant purple suit with some reddish details, underneath he wears a white shirt with gold buttons and pants of the same shade as his suit.
"Okita, Yüto. We've been waiting for you. I hope you didn't have any problems during the trip. Although, well, knowing you, you sure have caused certain conflicts along the way."
Okita Souji, former captain of the first squadron of the Shinsengumi, a swordsman feared and respected throughout the underworld. He has the appearance of a man in his early twenties, wearing the traditional uniform of the Shisengumi, consisting of a haori and hakama over a kimono, with a white cord called a tasuki crossed over the chest and tied in the back.
"Sirzechs." Okita nodded politely and continued. "I'm glad you're still in that lousy humor of yours. Grayfia, Princess. It's good to see you again." He finished with a bow.
While it is true that his swordmaster may act cheeky, he really has a great deal of respect for the Gremory family.
"Master swordsman, it is good to see you again. I hope my servant has exceeded your expectations."
"Princess, please call me Okita. As for the brat, Hmph, it can be said that he has great potential."
"So..."
"However, Princess, let me tell you that no matter how much potential the boy shows, he still needs training. His mind is restless and his heart fragile."
Rias looked worriedly at his knight. It was clear that the young man had not yet overcome his hatred of the church and had a desire for revenge.
President... Please don't look at me like that...
"I understand, thank you for training him, Okita. Yüto... We'll talk later."
"Ria-tan, you don't have to worry. Listen Yüto, if you need help or just want to talk to someone, you can always ask me..."
Sirzechs couldn't finish what he was going to say, his wife gave him a hard smack on the head and she decided to take control.
"Ahem, please forgive my husband's attitude. He's always looking for an excuse not to work, but he won't do it anymore, will he, dear?"
"Yes, I'm so sorry, honey." After apologizing to his wife, Sirzechs looks at Yüto seriously. "Yüto Kiba, come closer."
Kiba did as he was asked, he stood in the center of the room and bent down on his knee.
"My dear sister personally asked me to allow you to train with Okita. According to what she told me, you wanted to do it to become stronger and protect her, is that correct?"
"Yes, sir. I am doing my best to return the favor to lady Rias. She saved my life a long time ago and I plan to give her the same life she saved."
Kiba was telling the truth, but in part, he was also hiding something. A goal he wants to achieve, and it was something no one could know. If they did, they would call him crazy, laugh at him, and say that his goal was impossible.
"Very well, I will accept your words. Yüto Kiba, will you protect my sister with your own life?"
"Of course I will, sir. If giving my life would save lady Rias, then I would gladly give it."
Ironic, that child who had faith in God, was here offering allegiance to Lucifer's own sister.
But they didn't abuse or experiment on me...
They did the opposite, they cared for him, even when he refused to accept them. He still remembers his early days as Rias' servant, he was not obedient and not respectful either, he caused several problems and refused to talk to the young girl.
But she didn't care... She continued to support him and treat him as kindly as possible. This was his new family...
"ISAIAH, RUN!"
He remembered his old name. The name given to him by the church, his old family... No, they were nothing to him. No matter how much time passed, he would never forget what they did to him, nor would he forget his friends.
Tosca... I will avenge your death... I will avenge the death of all...
"So be it. Yüto Kiba, in the name of the Gremory...!"
He would kill all the men responsible for this horrible project. It would exterminate the churches and the priests in them.
"Protect my sister from anything that would put her life in danger!"
Valper Galilei... I'll kill you myself...
"From this moment on, you will be...!"
No... He would not only kill Valper Galilei.
He would kill the one responsible for all his misfortunes.
The one who saved him only to destroy him.
The one who rescued him only to see his suffering.
I'm going to...
I was going to...
I'm going to kill God...
He would kill God, he would do it for all his friends. It's his duty, after all, he's...
"The sword of the Gremory!"
His name is Yüto Kiba, the sword of the Gremory and the one who will kill God.
Here is the first chapter of my story. Actually this is a test chapter, since I don't know if I will continue this story. I was always interested in the idea of making a High school DxD story with Kiba as the main character.
I have to say that English is not my native language, I've written this with the little knowledge I have of the language and with a big help from the translator. So, if you notice serious spelling mistakes or words with a strange meaning, please forgive me. I would appreciate if you could give me some advice to write and improve the story, the same to improve the grammar.
Important notice, I haven't read the High School DxD novels, I watched the anime a long time ago, therefore, I don't remember some of the events exactly. I'll have to read the novels or watch the anime again.
Although, my plan is to make a different story from the anime, it will be the same characters, but some stories will change, because I don't know them.
Lastly, I want to add more universes with the same theme of magic and the supernatural, this is more for my own fun.
I would appreciate if you could help me to know some things about the story of High school DxD.
That would be all for today. I hope you all have a nice day.