[Author's Notes] (A/n for short)

Honestly, this is my first story ever, so don't expect any godlike writing or plot. I'll try my best to keep it original and all that jazz but I will be using the Canon DxD plot as a base for what I'm gonna do. Obviously this is a Fanfic so expect different things and stuff. I'm not a DxD eXpErT so please don't attack me if some of this stuff doesn't match with what you know. Since this is my first story, I'm going to be experimenting with a bunch of stuff like Lemons, gory and graphic fights, and/or questionable events within this story so expect cringe/trash/whatever this ends up being.

Although I say I might be adding some of this stuff, it's probably only one of each so I can get some criticism, (which is highly appreciated and encouraged), for future stories I might make. I got some other ideas for other franchises like Fate Grand Order, Nier Automata, Overlord, Genshin Impact, etc.

Like I mentioned in the description, I don't own any pictures/videos/etc except OC's and this story itself.

"Speaking"
'Thoughts'
Writing/Communication
{System}
*noises*

3rd POV

2,000 Years Before The Great War

Walking down the bright corridors in the 6th level of Heaven was a man with pale-blonde hair with golden tips. His face, much like many of the angels in this floor, was set in stone with a blank look. He kept a steady pace with his head kept straight, although his eyes were constantly scanning the doors to see if he would encounter any of his brothers or sisters in his journey.

His white robes with a golden outline swayed as he increased his pace once he saw his destination at the end of the corridor. He was about 4 more steps away from opening and entering the room before a voice interrupted him as he had expected.

?: "And just what do you think you are doing Azazel?"said a soft and kind voice several feet behind to his right.

Azazel's mouth frowned a bit as he was so close yet so far from his current goal. With the swift movement of his left leg already moving forward, Azazel turned counter-clockwise in a fluid motion.

Azazel: "MICHAAEEELL! Dear brother of mine, I was just taking a nice walk through Heaven." He stated with a smile that quickly hid any sign of annoyance. Azazel then walked to Micheal noticing the door behind him that he most likely came through.

Michael: "Azazel...this is the 12th time that we have had this encounter. I don't see why you cannot wait for Father to finish his project like the rest of us."

Azazel: "Please Michael, you can't tell me that it doesn't peak your curiosity. Father has been in there for 100 years now, Lucifer hasn't been messing around and patiently waiting for us. He's been building his forces, ever since Father sent him to Hell as punishment." He stated with a slight glare towards Michael by the end of his rant.

Michael stood still trying to calm his brother down. Just as he is about to speak, Azazel jumps.

Azazel: "And don't say that we can handle it without Father, without him making more of our brothers and sisters to help, we are slowly dwindling down as more and more keep falling. What will we do once one of the higher Cardinal angels fall from grace?"

Michael: "That would neve—"

Azazel: "Raphael has already been restless when Father sent Lucifer to hell instead of killing him, as of now he has been gathering supporters to rush into hell to finish it. Without Father to keep him in check and Gabriel still being depressed that Lucifer was forced to leave, there isn't many who could convince him to stop."

Michael once again went silent, although he was angry that Lucifer would try to dethrone their Father, it didn't change the fact that he was still their brother. Michael never thought that he would have to fight with his own siblings before the battle with Lucifer, and much like Gabriel, still wanted their Father to allow him back.

The deafening silence was abruptly intruded upon when the doors behind Azazel opened. Both turned their heads, and even some other higher angels opened their lab doors to poke their head out and see. Stepping out from the double-door room was a figure of bright light. Although the light was blinding, it somehow didn't hurt their eyes.

Michael who was the first to notice their Father immediately sped-walked to him and bowed his head.

Michael: "Father it is great to see you again. How goes your personal project?"

At the mention of "Father", all of the angels snapped to reality and stepped out and bowed while Azazel stood in the same position. Being the curious angel he was, Azazel tried to look behind his Father to see into the room but to no avail as the brightness was too much. He wondered if he was doing it on purpose or that was just his natural glow.

God: "It is good to see you as well Michael, as well as all of you." He gestured to the bowing angels as they soon stood up straight and turned to face the other side of the wall. Effectively making themselves as guards, much to Azazel's annoyance.

God: "Although there have been major set-backs during the first odd years, I have finally reached an acceptable outcome." Although he stated something positive, his tone made it sound as if he was the complete opposite.

God: "Michael, I will need your assistance in stabilizing Heaven due to my time of absence." He turned and closed the door, afterwards he then started sealing the room much to Azazel's dismay. "The project has yet to be completed, I will return to finish it as soon as we are finished with our predicament."

Michael: "Of course, let me gather the information regarding the situation in Hell and the fallen angels."

With that final statement Michael and God left in a flash of light leaving behind the angels and Azazel. The angels quickly returned to their labs while Azazel kept his eyes on the seals on the doors.

Azazel: 'To think he would use powerful seals such as these to keep us out. What exactly are you doing in there Father?' He thought as he turned to continue his "walk" through Heaven.


? POV

1,456 Years Before The Great War

{System Functionality at 0%. . . . . .}

What am I?...I have been asking that for a while now. I don't know how long it has been, but that question has been circulating around me recently...

{Visual Perception Functions at 0% . . . . .}

Dark and empty. That is all I can "see"...See? What am I trying to see? I don't know the answer...I can't think what is and what isn't...but all I want to do is see...

{Auditory Systems at 0%. . . . . .}

The deafening "sound" of silence is making it hard to be here...yet I don't know where here is... I...I want to hear something but I don't know what...It's hard to be here when I don't know anything about what here is...

{Neural Receptor Functionality at 0% . . . . .}

Floating...I can't seem to know which is where... Upright?...am I trying to be upright or am I already upright?... Confusing...too much...too much...this is all too much... but it's nothing...nothing is around me and yet it's too much...

{General Emotional Functions at %#*018&/£#^...ErR0r eRrŒr...1^%#+...Fæįłed t0 lôçat€ G£F 0ń perßonœll...Error...Requesting GEF replacement and repair on personnel... Unauthorized Request For GEF Denied...}

Empty...That's what I am...empty...silent...little information...need as little information as possible...

Azazel's POV

I don't know what in the world I'm looking at. For over 500 years I have been trying to crack open this sealed up room. The conflict revolving Lucifer and the rouge fallen angels has been rising with no intentions of slowing down. At this point, I had lost interest in this whole ordeal and how much resources we are wasting just to, as Father said it, "end" it. What a JOKE. Although I might be carefree and a wise-ass every once and a while, the old man sure needs to fix up his sense of humor because nobody's laughing.

This whole thing has been nothing but a joke, a joke that's gone far too long for us to be laughing together once this is all over. I was thinking that this whole thing would blow over once bIg MaN uPsTaIrS came out of this room and started to actually take this whole thing seriously. The situation hardly changed.

No changes regarding stopping Lucifer, no changes for helping our rogue brothers and sisters, and certainly no changes to his little "project". So I said FUCK IT, war is coming and nobody needs to be a sentient creature to know that it's just around the corner. Big G decided that anyone trespassing this room would be immediately marked as a rouge angel. Doesn't matter to me or my group of boys standing watch, I was planning on helping out our brothers and sisters that are fighting for their lives down there at some point anyways.

Took a while for me to analyze and study those damn seals on the doors because every time the old man decided to come down here, he would just change it. But like I always said to my boys, "Gotta do what you gotta do", so I got a couple of my siblings to help me out in building an anti-seal and a re-sealing gadget. I'm not gonna lie, I think I just found my new hobby once all of this chaos is over.

Back to what the hell I'm looking at, to think old pops had the audacity to criticize those creations of his down below for their questionable acts of faith when he's got one of his own children hooked up to a bunch of wires.

Azazel: 'Who the hell even is this?' Looking at this guy up close, I couldn't even tell who it was. His eyes were closed, and although he had this peaceful look on his face, I couldn't shake of this robotic air about him. Other noticeable things was that he had ashen grey hair that was matched with 7 sets of—WAIT "What the hell, 7 sets of wings! I would've remembered a high angel like you." To think that there was an angel with 7 sets of wings, no wonder Big G was down here for a while, and he still had the nerve to sound disappoi—

*Tap Tap Tap*

The sound of someone tapping alerted me that I was running out of time. Walking around the machine?, angel? thing I could only notice the amount of things plugged up to this poor bastard. No interface to work with so I can only assume the old man uses some of that God magic to work with this. Seeing nothing at the floor level, I flew up towards the top and much to surprise, I was wrong about not having a interface.

Azazel: "You really are something old man." The amount of venom that came out of his voice surprised him and it also didn't. Because anyone else, even Gabriel as pure as she was, would question why the Lord of Heaven would want to have a Throne with an angel attached to the bottom.

On the arm rails of said Throne was a bunch of buttons and an interface which, to my guess, are connected to poor computer man down there. Moving quickly, I moved to see if I could somehow work, or at least free the poor fellow of, this abomination of a creation. Sitting on it makes me sick, and to think the old man is gonna be sitting here all high and mighty when this is done and ready.

Azazel: 'Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, there's just a load of nothing. No name, no "objective", damn bastard really is treating you like a project isn't he? All "systems" are apparently down, meaning a full boot up...we don't have time, damn it.' Quickly remembering what is available and what sections were useful, I shut down the interface and tap on the entrance doors twice.

*Tap Tap*

After waiting a few seconds I received 2 taps as well meaning they got the message and are leaving. I quickly leave the room after a few more seconds and pull out the Re-Sealing Device we got that was able to copy the seal and reapply it. Too bad it can't handle the energy required to apply the seal which means it breaks right after, gonna have to come up with a way to prevent that soon if I wanna be snooping around here.

3rd POV

Walking away, Azazel had missed the slight hum coming from the machine and the slight flutter of the man's eyes before both stopped. Silence quickly replaced everything in the room, with the man still strapped to the bottom of throne waiting. For what? Is the question that Azazel would need to find an answer to before The Great War starts.